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medusapelagia · 7 months

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Harringrove Kinktober - day 8 Sex Work [NSFW]

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Rating: Explicit Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove WT: striptease, cockring, blowjob, prostitution, anal sex, age difference, porn without plot WC: 2200

Steve is not new to this kind of job, getting hired by some rich asshole who is too nice to tell his wife that he would love to spank her during sex but has no remorse to do it to a boy he is paying for sex.

That’s part of the job, right?

Steve has had many clients since he started giving blow jobs for a few dollars in a shabby alley, but it’s the first time that someone asked specifically for him and gave him the address of the fancier hotel in Hawkins.

He can’t simply show there in his “working clothes”, so he takes the old suit his parents bought him for his graduation when they still thought that he was going to be the heir of their economic empire and a beaten duffle bag where he has everything he might need: a change of clothes, handcuffs, plugs, lube (a lot of lube, you never have enough lube when you don’t know what you are going to face), and some other toys.

He is a little bit worried.

He knows absolutely nothing about this guy, only that he is in town for a convention and he needs to let the steam off, which might mean everything from spanking him until he cries or giving Steve control and letting him fuck him like a good boy.

Steve can work with anyone, that’s why he is the most wanted whore in town, but he usually does some research on the guy he is going to meet. This time he didn’t get the chance: an emergency call and a very appealing amount of money brought him to this point and he is not going back now.

After all, it was Robin who contacted him for this job and he is quite sure that the girl is fond of him, so it shouldn’t be that bad.

He takes the duffle bag and calls an Uber to drive him to the hotel.

He looks at himself in the mirror one last time: he does look like a young businessman after all.

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The hotel is a metal and glass monstrosity, as big as the ego of the owner, but it’s the nicest in town so Steve is not going to complain.

He enters the lobby, asking for room 1607.

The girl at the reception looks at him surprised but gives him the indication he needs, so he takes the elevator to the 16th floor and knocks on the door.

Of all the images that his mind provided no one matched the beautiful man in front of him.

“Mr. H?” he asks.

“Hi, Steve. Come in.”

He nods and gets into the room. Only. It’s not a room. It’s a fucking suite with a view of the entire town. It’s not much, it’s still Hawkins after all, but it’s beautiful anyway.

“Do you like the view?” the blond man asks, getting closer to him, and Steve can feel the warmth of his body just an inch from his back.

“It’s nice.” he replies, looking at him through the reflection on the window.

The man smirks and Steve makes a mental note that he should let him fuck him against the window. He thinks he would like it.

“So, Mr. H. What are you into? I didn’t have time to actually check your background to know what you like, so I brought some options with me, but if you have some requests or anything specific we could talk about that.”

“Is this a very complex way to ask me if I’m clean?”

Steve should ask. He usually requests to see medical exams before agreeing to see someone, he got scared enough when he was too poor to ask for anything more than a few bills in exchange for being fucked, but it’s not something you ask when you are already at the client so…

“I’m clean. I have my test results if you want to see them.” the blond man replies, goes to the big desk in the living room, and comes back with a few paper sheets.

“I trust you.”

“No you don’t, and it’s ok. Read them.”

Steve takes the paper, they are quite recent, just a couple of days old.

“Did you already know I would have come? This doesn’t sound like a last-minute decision.”

The blue-eyed man giggles “No, it’s not a last-minute decision. I always meet with someone when I’m in Hawkins. But I usually prefer a different approach.”

“What does that mean? I have a reputation, I don’t steal clients from others.” not anymore at least.

“Nothing to steal, I swear. You are my first whore since my father got me a Playboy girl for my twenty-first birthday to make me straight.” he chuckles “It didn’t work.”

Steve stares at the man, he can’t really say how old is he, forty-five maybe? But he is definitely good-looking, so why is he hiring a whore if he could get laid without paying for it?

“So what? Do you want to try something your partner isn't into? That's why I am here?”

“Something like that.”

Shit. What kind of crazy stuff would he like to try on him?

“What’s the long face? Do you have somewhere better to be? Or is it about the money? I can give you more if that’s the problem.”

He is paying Steve one thousand dollars for one night, so no, the money is definitely not the problem.

“Why me?” he asks “You specifically requested me.”

“I did.” he replies, sitting on the bed “I saw you the other day at the club. Couldn’t take my eyes off you. I wanted to court you, but a friend of mine pointed out that you were… working. And I didn’t want to disturb you. But god, I have never wanted anyone like I wanted you.” he makes his tongue click “So, what have you brought, Mary Poppins?” he demands, pointing at Steve’s duffle bag.

“A few toys, but before that I want to know what you are into.”

“Can I see what I have bought?” the blond guy asks him and Steve slowly strips in front of him.

“Beautiful. Could you… could you dance for me?”

Steve is not a stripper but he has learned a few movements that he knows will make his host even harder in his jeans.

“Music?” he asks and Mr. H. turns the music on.

He leans toward him while still standing and then straddles him. Steve arches his back to make his booty pop while caressing himself and making eye contact for a brief moment.

Mr. H. stiffens under him and Steve gently spreads the man’s leg sits in the gap in between and then leans back to his side.

“God, you are so beautiful and flexible. I want to bend you over that desk and fuck you stupid.”

Good. If that’s what he wants, Steve will give it to him.

“What do we say if we start getting me ready for you?” he asks, grinding on Mr. H's bulge.

“I can feel that you are really big, and thick. I bet you will fill me so good.” he tells him.

“You want me to fill that pinky mouth of yours? Give you a taste?”

“I would love it.”

“Get on your knees, baby.”

Steve kneels between the blond man’s legs and quickly opens his pants, freeing his hard dick.

He was not wrong.

The man’s dick is thick and long.

Steve licks his shaft, holding his leg spread while he makes himself comfortable.

He has been on his knees more than a few times, but he never felt so at ease like right now. He doesn’t know the man but somehow he feels at ease with him. Which is really stupid. He is a whore, it’s not like they are hanging out by chance. He is paying him to be sucked off and fuck him as he likes. Still. Steve thinks he is allowed to enjoy all of this for once.

The man’s dick is massive and he stretches his mouth just right.

Steve moans around him and takes him deeper, deepthroating him.

“Oh god.. can I? Can I?”

Steve stiffens for a moment feeling a hand around his neck. Someone already tried to choke him and it was terrifying, but that’s not what the blond guy is doing. He is just rubbing his thumb against Steve’s Adam’s apple, feeling the bulge inside Steve’s throat.

“God. No one has ever taken me so deep.” he murmurs in astonishment and Steve moans at the praise, bobbling his head until he feels the man jerk inside his mouth and come directly into his throat.

Steve keeps sucking until Mr. H’s movements slow down and then, with a loud pop, he lets his dick free.

“God. You are amazing.”

“Thanks.” Steve replies with a smirk.

“Can I fuck you now? I want… I want you to bounce on my dick.”

“Would you like to open me? Or should I open myself while you watch me?”

Steve really hopes that he would let him open himself before starting to push his dick inside him, but he has done worse so he knows that he will manage anyway.

“I want to open you.” Thank god “Do you have a cock ring in that fancy bag of yours? I don’t want you to come until you are on my dick.”

“If you don’t want me to come I will not.” he promises.

“Are you denying me what I’m asking?”

Steve shakes his head and goes to his bag and comes back with a black cock ring and some lube.

“Put it on.”

Steve obeys and puts the black silicon ring around his dick. He knows that he could climax even with the cock ring, it will just take a little bit longer, but he will not. He is a fucking professional. He can resist and the ring is going to help him.

“I want you on your hands and knees. Keep yourself open for me.”

Steve is used to being fucked almost everywhere, but being left on the bed with his leg spread and Mr. H. looking at him like he was a four-course meal it’s something that rarely happened before.

“I want to stretch you properly.” he states, while taking far too much lube, but Steve is not complaining, not even when the cold lube dripples on his balls making him shiver.

“So sensitive.” Mr. H. praises him while pushing two fingers inside him and starts to thrust, searching for the special spot that will make Steve squirm under him.

“There you are…” he giggles when he finds it. He rubs against it a few times and then he adds another finger, scissoring him open.

“I’m ready. You can…”

“No… Not yet.” the man replies, pushing a fourth finger that makes Steve jolt “Do you see? You are still too tight for me…” the man murmurs, keeping working on him until Steve is a moaning mess.

That’s when he asks him“I think you are open enough, what do you reckon?”

“Fuck me. Bend me on the table and fuck me.” Steve’s dick is red and leaking precum while the man drags him toward the desk and pushes him down until Steve’s chest is resting on the desk.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and good.” he assures him, then he starts to push inside Steve’s gaping hole and Steve holds on to the desk while he bottoms out inside him.

Mr. H.’s dick is long and thick. Steve feels him in his stomach, in his throat, everywhere.

“You… you are adjusting my insides.” he moans and the man chuckles.

“Your little cunt is perfect for my dick. My little cock whore. Will you keep me warm all night long, Stevie?”

Steve has never slept with a client before, but he is fucking him so hard that he can really talk anymore.

Steve comes with a loud moan, painting the side of the desk with his cum, while Mr. H. keeps thrusting inside him while he clenches on him harder and harder.

“God, you are so hot and tight. You are squeezing my dick so well.” he praises him, and then he comes inside him.

They stay for a moment like that, Mr. H. buried deep inside Steve and Steve boxed by him against the table.

“I didn’t give you permission to come.” the blond scolds him.

“So… sorry.”

“It’s fine. Next time we will use something stronger. I want you to beg for a release.”

“Next time?” Steve asks.

“This was a test to see if we were compatible, and I think we are so… I want you to be my personal whore for next year.” he says, while moving from the desk and going toward the bathroom “I don’t like to share my toys.”

“I didn’t accept.” Steve protests while the man turns toward him.

“Oh, you did. I saw it in your face as soon as I opened the door.”

“Mr. H…”

“Name is Billy, by the way.” the blond man says before disappearing into the big bathroom leaving Steve aroused, confused, and astonished.

#hgkinktober2k23 #tumblr prompt #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #NotSFW #my fanfic #tumblr fic #day 8: sex work #medusapelagia

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mmark1985 · 1 year

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So I watched over Wakanda forever and I noticed a few things.

1)I'm sorry but Ramonda was kind of guilty. Even though I understood that she wanted her daughter back she sent in someone that killed two people. One of them a very innocent and almost defenseless girl. Shuri asked to be taken to Talokan. He was treating her well. I felt really bad for Namor when the girl is looking to him to save her because to her, he is a God. Yet he is unable to help her. He calls the girl his child. To him they are all his children. So essentially Ramonda had his child killed. And wouldn't you go crazy if someone killed your chidren and was risking your entire family. Everything Wakanda did continued to put Talokan in danger and Ramonda was totally lacking empathy.

So for me, while it is sad that she died, Namor was not unjustified in killing her.

And to be clear, he told her that he would bring war to Wakanda if they tried to come into Talokan. And Ramonda went ahead. Why didn't Nakia also have non lethal weapons too so at least she wouldn't kill anyone.

2) Shuri was in Talokan longer than I noticed. On the first day she is there he gives her one traditional royal outfit to wear and he wears his more formal traditional clothes. Then the scene happens where he shows her around. The next time we see them her outfit is not the traditional clothes. It's something fancier than what everyone else is wearing but Riri has something made of similar material on. And he is no longer in his formal clothes but something I'm guessing is more casual for his position. At this point he is not talking to her on a diplomatic level, it's more personal. He isn't really trying to look impressive anymore. (probably can't top the sun underwater anyway).

3)Namora is a problem. She was there to instigate and push for more conflict everytime. She didn't see the wisdom in his strategy and she sees Wakanda as enemies and Namor as being weak. If he gets his own movie then this is what they should focus on. I was thinking Atuma would be the problem because he is on the comics but in the movie Namora is the one who always gets him to escalate.

4) so now that I've picked up on these things I didn't see before I feel like they needed more scenes of Shuri in Talocan to show how much time was passing. It will also justify Ramonda more. Also more hints of how Namor's Court (I'll call it that) feels about what he is trying to do. Because as the movie is cut right now it looks like all her conversations with Namor happens in one day into night and at some time in that day they changed clothes. 🤷🏾‍♀️ That's weird. His is understandable because he removed his extra regal and fancy stuff to show her Talokan but she just pops up in a different outfit. And Riri acts like she was gone all that time. So maybe a conversation with Riri hinting that they were there for a while and Shuri telling her how she trying to get them out of the situation.

PS....

I know everyone will disagree with me about the queen but she was acting like a mother, not a queen and it cost her nation dearly.

#wakanda forever #namor of talokan #namor shuri #namora #queen ramonda #talokan

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jennay · 1 year

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Dance with Me (1)

An: I think there will be a part two. Let me know what you think or if you’d like to read more. I’m kind of into doing shorts right now. Thank you at @lma1986 for helping me with my writers block. 😘

Gentle blue eyes peer across the crowded bar, watching your every move. Jamie feared if he looked the other way, you’d take it as an opportunity to run off, and he would lose sight of you.

He was lucky you showed up at all. This was not your scene. These were not your people; you didn’t belong to this tribe, and you knew you didn’t fit in.

You could feel the looks and stares of people who often thought Jamie kept you around to make him seem like he was just your average regular guy.

Jamie would make jokes with you about these women who had more power, more money, and even fancier clothes but still glared at you with envy. You’d brush him off and tell him he was insane; there wasn’t anything to be jealous of.

Jamie always made it a point to remind you of how amazing he truly thought you were. You stood out in crowds no matter where you went. It wasn’t because of your clothes or your tattoos. It wasn’t the tiny scars in your ears from when you gauged them, but how authentic you are. You never tried to be something you weren’t; you wore your heart on your sleeve and reeked of love and kindness.

Jamie thought that everyone lucky enough to glimpse at you should thank the stars. You were a pure soul to be admired.

You, on the other hand, hated some of those qualities. You wanted to be rough around the edges, mysterious and dark, but even you knew it didn’t suit you.

Jamie continues to watch you from the bar while he sips a cold beverage. You attempted to mingle with his friends and be excellent for his sake, but he knew you didn't want to be here. He knew you wanted to be at home curled up in a ball on the couch, reading a book, or watching one of your favorite shows.

He pushes himself from the bar stool, finally mustering the courage to move through the crowd and come to your rescue, but stops when his brother has already locked his arm around yours and drags you to the opposite side of the building. He lost his moment to be your savior.

Jamie found himself wondering where Sam was taking you. His eyes remained glued as you disappeared toward the dance floor. He laughs, knowing you would murder Sam when no one else was around.

"This isn't a good idea." You harshly whisper to Sam. "I'm in high heels, and I can't dance."

He grabs your hand and forces you to move in rhythm with him. "You just have to move your body. Nobody will notice your shitty dance moves." Sam teases. "I think the only one watching us is Jamie." His eyes shoot to his brother, and he gives a small wave putting Jamie at ease.

He knew he didn't have to babysit you, but you were his closest friend, and you often stepped out of your comfort zone to do what he asked. The least he could do was make sure you were feeling safe. If his brother was with you, he knew you were in good hands, and it was ok for him to mingle around and catch up with new and old friends.

"My feet hurt!" You yell to Sam, who is dancing worse than anything you've done. "I think I need to sit down."

"Oh, come on, (Y/n)!" He laughs and reaches his hand out for you to take. “Fine! Let’s go get a drink, Ms. Fussy pants.”

You slip your shoes off and hand them to Sam, who rolls his eyes but grabs them anyways. “K, now carry me.” You tease him.

“I care for you but not enough to carry you around.” He rests his arm around your shoulder, and you wrap yours around his waist. “There, you can lean on me.”

You dramatically sigh as you plop down on a stool, “I’m ready to go.”

Sam orders your drinks, and you scan the room, wondering where Jamie went. You, of course, couldn’t leave until Jamie was ready. He insisted you drove with him. It was a trap to make you stay longer, and you knew it.

“I'm so glad you're here. I don't know any of these people." You sip your vodka cranberry, slightly cringing as the alcohol slides down your throat. "And what are they playing?" You gesture to the loudspeakers. "You aren't supposed to play slow-dancing music at a birthday party."

Sam doesn't warn you that Jamie is walking up behind you. Instead, he keeps your attention forward. "You're just mad no one wants to dance with you." He jokes.

You gulp down your drink, "You danced with me!" You jolt when you feel hands lay on your shoulders, and Jamie's face is next to yours before you can respond. "Wanna dance?"

Your shoulders drop. "Not really." You admit.

Too bad." He gently nudges you off of the stool. "You danced with Sam, and now it's my turn!" He pulls your arm, and you quickly set your drink down, nearly missing the counter. “I don’t even have shoes on!”

Jamie shrugs his shoulders, stares down at his feet briefly, and slides out of his shoes. “There, now we’re both shoeless, darling. Come on; the song’s almost over.”

The dance floor is full of couples holding each other close and whispering sweet nothings to one another.

"Shouldn't you be dancing with someone you're actually interested in?" You rest your arms around Jamie's shoulders, swaying your hips to the music. "You're getting old, Jamie. I’m getting worried. Should I start giving out interview forms to all the ladies here? Date my best friend before he dies alone?"

Jamie's grip tightens on your hips, and he pulls you a little closer to him. "You're truly an asshole." He laughs.

Smiling, you say, "Thanks. I learned it from you.”

Jamie’s laughter is music to your ears. He rests his forehead against yours and holds you close to him. Your eyes shut, and you hum to the music enjoying this moment with Jamie.

“Thank you.” He quietly says. “For coming.”

You softly pull away, tilting your head to meet his eyes. A smile drapes his lips as he watches you smirking at him.

“You know I’d do anything for you.”

#jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell x reader #jamie bower #jamie fanfic #jamie bower x reader #jamie bower x you #jamie bower x y/n #jcbower #jamie bower fluff #jamie campbell bower x you

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justatinybunwriting · 7 months

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Playing With Fire 4

Finally after a long hiatus part 4 is finally here! Here we get a glimpse of Aiden in his true Wile giant form. Again, I pulled from a prompt list that @lorichu and @gtypewriter made, and this time I covered the final theme- suppress.

Previous chapter is here

(CW for blood, death and other dark themes. Viewer discretion is advised)

Aiden dreamed and daydreamed of the limitless possibilities that the gift of flight would bring him. From zipping past rainbows to frolicking in the mesosphere, all while sampling the morning dew from a myriad of clouds. The sheer wonder of taking to the sky as seamlessly as one could breathe, to feel the freedom of traveling across the vast seas and beyond without stop. These bounds of whimsy accompanied Aiden in nearly every waking hour, which had helped to dwindle his perpetual unease to a mere faction by week's end.

More than anything, his excitement for all the extravagant new ways he can perform on stage showed no signs of stopping. A death defying showcase of wireless acrobatics high above the audience's heads, complete with fiery beams that whipped around the magician as he spins. His wide eyed attendees would gasp and holler, before an eruption of cheers would follow upon his climactic dive towards the stage. This scene would play on repeat in his mind, which was followed by a childlike giddiness which had nearly always lead to the perplex gazes of those around him. The fact that this would all be reality by ritual's end seemed too marvelous to be true. Indeed, Aiden's life as he knew it would cease, but the one that would take it's place will outshine it in extraordinary ways. And that in of itself gave him enough of a push to drive away his initial fears and accept Rikuo's invitation with a strident shout.

As the light of the full moon shined brightly against the treetops, the forest was bustling with activity as the entirety of Rikuo's flock went tooth and nail to perform in their last minute rehearsals. With elegance and grace, the four lieutenants waved their leaf fans in a elaborate dance, all while a series of incantations flowed out of their lips. The alpha oversaw his men's movements down to the last detail, as he gently pushed them to perform at their utmost or at least as far as he saw fit. Despite this his smile never wavered as he joined his comrades in song.

Jac meanwhile stood in front of the mouth of one of the caverns as she awaited the guest of honor to step into view. The normally adamant and stoutly witch was pacing across the room with an unsteady rhythm. Something was beginning to hover over her like a dark cloud- she understood not what was elevating her heart beats slightly in this way, nor was she able to shake off this sudden sensation. Only when she heard her friend's voice that these numbing jitters began to settle down.

"Well? How do I look?"

Aiden emerged from the shadows dressed in a white, robed garment, complete with a small, black hat that rested atop his still unkempt hair.

Jac held a hand to her mouth briefly. "You look like a bonefide Wile, at least when they appear human. Though I guess they gave you fancier clothes?"

"Fitting I suppose." Aiden sighed. "Though I'll admit it's a bit stuffy."

"It's proper etiquette I guess. Though I think..." Jac said as she folded her arms, "your outfit should be the least of your concerns right now. Do you... think you'll be ok?"

"...I have to be. I'll just have to get out there and treat it like I'll be performing on a grand stage! Yeah!... After I take a few deep breaths I should be fine. Never failed me before, heheh."

Up to this point the magician's unwavering interest took precedent above all else, but minutes before the big event cracks had begun to form in his facade. He quickly noticed the change in Jac's demeanor as well, for she lacked the booming energy she normally had in the face of the unknown.

"I guess I should be asking the same of you." Aiden said. "How are you holding up?"

"Me? Uh... Now that you mention it..."

Jac was hesitant to continue, for she was concerned that this would bring unnecessary stress to their already high nerves. Now was not the time, she thought.

"Never mind. It's probably all in my head..."

Aiden raised a brow. "Are you sure? I know that sometimes witches and wizards can feel things in the air. It causes their hair to stand in parts."

He lifted a finger and pointed it to her arm without contact. Sure enough her hairs were raised to an alarming degree.

"...Can you... sense it too?"

"I'm not a real wizard, but... sort of? I bet it's a lot more noticeable with you."

"Oh stars... you can tell that something feels kind of off, right? The vibes, the smells... all of this just seems wrong for some reason..."

Aiden did not want to believe it on his own, but he chose to trust the witch's mouth. Newly indoctrinated or not, she knew what she was saying even before she could understand any of it. The sorcerer scanned the surrounding corridors, but nothing pulled at his immediate attention. The same could not be said for Jac however, as her eyes grew wide in a near fixation towards a crevice just across from where they stood. Her shivers intensified and her body began to fold in an attempt to shield herself from the biting chills.

"What's wrong?" Aiden asked.

"I... I don't know.... but, I guess I have to find out.."

"A-Are you sure?"

"Positive!"

Jac took a deep breath and approached the cavern mouth slowly, with Aiden following closely behind. The latter offered light with a wave of a hand, and with the arrival of his flame the supposed source was revealed to them. Jac stared down at what appeared to be an ordinary wooden barrel, one of many stacked in this tunnel. No doubt this was a storage room, and there was little in the way for alarm under normal conditions. And yet, the witch's instincts began to scream at her to flee from the very sight of it. She closed her eyes and counted to ten before she lifted the lid, and not even a second later she was forced to slam it shut.

Jac lunged backwards and nearly collided with Aiden, who spontaneously grabbed her by the shoulders. Her distress was undeniable... the sheer intensity of the veins that bulged in her eyes spoke volumes greater than words.

"The... de de de..."

"Take your time. Nice and steady..."

Aiden squeezed her hands tight and encouraged Jac to take in a few deep breaths, in spite of Jac's squeals against taking in the pungent air that had seeped out. The two friends used the distant backdrop of the Tengu Wile's chants to help with the rhythm, inhaling steadily and exhaling in a similar pace, until at last Jac's panic had slowed to a halt. She looked up at the red head with near tearful uncertainty, and the former almost wanted to do the same.

"T... The deer... it was... soaked in blood..."

Aiden's eyes sprung up. "W-what?"

"The other crates must also be... oh stars..."

Aiden briefly scanned behind her at the objects in question. His face soured immensely as he winced at the first thing that cropped up in his mind.

A blood sacrifice!?

The magician's breath subtly hitched as a dark storm began to overtake his mind, but before he could react with even a peep, a familiar yet imposing shadow had sought to disrupt their conversation. Whether this intrusion was deliberate, only the Alpha Wile knew for certain. It took Aiden all his might to mask his erupting emotions in front of the feathered fiend, but on the contrary Jac refused to be silenced.

"What the hell is this?! You guys usually gorge your kills!! Oh... oh my gawds..."

Jac hunched over and held a hand over her mouth to hold back the river, which prompted a quick response from Goro as he swept her into his arms. The smaller Tengu looked up in a split second of defiance towards his master, which was followed almost immediately by a look of submission after the Alpha cocked his head slightly.

"There's no need to be wary, rest assured." Rikuo said, as if he addressed all who stood below him. "This may all seem, bizarre to you now, but I guarantee that everything will become clear in due time."

"That's not an answer!!" Jac exclaimed.

The young witch struggled to release herself from Goro's hold as the latter shook his head with a crestfallen expression. Rikuo quickly nudged his head to the right, a signal that the Beta Wile knew all too well. With guilt in his heart and a swift shift, Goro took on his bird form and grabbed the back of Jac's cloak by the teeth. Despite being hoisted twenty feet off the ground, her swings and shrieks of protests never ceased.

Aiden's mood suddenly dropped. He could only watch as his friend was taken clear out of sight, removed to the safety of the catacombs where a barrier locked her in place. Without warning, a wing claw graced the magician's shoulder, which had caused all the hairs on his back to shoot up. He reluctantly craned his neck to lock eyes with the fiend above, as the latter upheld his macabre grin.

"Are you ready?" Rikuo asked smoothly, as he spreads a wing against the magician's back.

"It's not like I can back out now..." Aiden said.

With that confession of reluctant acceptance, Aiden gave a deep, long sigh as he followed the Alpha towards the center of the cave. Several pairs of eyes darted towards the magician, with Souji's being the most attentive. Before the metaphorical daggers grew out of hand, their leader cleared his throat which immediately prompted his subjects to heed and march back into their positions with haste. Concurrently, Goro struggled with his inability to console Jac as she continuously attempted to destroy the the invisible force field to no avail. As much as he wanted to stay by her side, he ultimately had to bend to his master's call.

"I'm sorry Jac." Goro spoke somberly. "This is a standard precaution."

"What do you mean?" Jac's voice was slightly hitched. "Why do I need protection? Is something going to happen to Ai-- the magician?"

"It may be difficult for you to understand but, he'll be fine." Goro reassured as he waddled back to his brethren, shifting back to his human-like form upon arrival. Jac was left once again without a direct answer.

"Apparently it's too much to ask of these feathered folk," she mumbled.

Meanwhile, Aiden was beckoned to the center of the King's Quarter, just as Atsushi, Goro, Harutaka and Souji took up their places in each corner of the makeshift stage. Rikuo trotted in front as he shifted into a fanciful robed attire of his own, though unlike the Beta Wiles he decidedly retained much of his avian form, with his wings tucked to his back as if they resembled sleeves. A large leaf fan emerged from his robe, and with a small wave of this peculiar wand, the unlit torch was magically transported to his other hand.

"The knowledge of unbinding has been passed down by generations among the Alphas of my clan. A sacred spell, one that must be done in a precise and concrete order. Luckily for you, young pyromancer, we shall take the bulk of the labor required. Two tasks! Is all I ask of you. Please, step forth."

Aiden gulped. His quaking began to rise to the surface for everyone to see, and although he took his time, he managed to step forward in a rather ungraceful way. He was thankful that the monster bird was patient with him in particular, as the magician walked beneath the latter's shadow.

"Now..." Rikuo said. He looked down at the smaller man, before turning his eyes to the torch with a devious glint. "You must submit your true name, as you project the very fire spell that you shared with me on that night onto this staff!"

"Surely there... must be more I have to do, right?"

Aiden could not believe the words that was coming out of his mouth, yet he decided to continue while he had the momentum.

"As you've said when I stood here last time, I must devote my life to your whims... as one of your flock. What exactly does that entail? Do I give away a hair? A limb? My soul?"

"Nonsense! Whatever gave you that idea? When I receive your name, I will perform a Wile's 'pact.' I suppose that counts as a, contract of sorts, but it literally won't matter. For a link forged like this only needs to be active for as long as the ritual is in session."

"That means... I can leave anytime afterwards?"

"...I would not be opposed to it."

Aiden could tell that these words were chosen carefully, as he took a moment to process the cards drawn to him. Surely this, fiend would not be so eager to lie for his own selfish desires... right? The magician was beginning to spiral too deep for his own good, and he had to force himself to trick his mind back into focusing on the the greater goal.

Look to the skies...

Aiden sucked in a breath as he proceeded to put on his mental blindfolds once more. A long exhale followed before the sorcerer gave the Alpha a subtle nod. An inaudible bow followed, which enlivened the monster bird to an almost maddening delight, evident by his ear to ear grin. It was as if he had just ensnared a long sought after prey.

"You won't regret this!" Rikuo exclaimed.

He rose up before addressing his men, and with one final check the Alpha lifted his fan in a somewhat similar fashion to a conductor's baton. On cue, the flock began their incantation one by one as each member seamlessly waved their leaf fans with perfect grace and precision. Such strict practice paid off, as the air that flowed from the tips of their sandals to the hairs on their heads exerted mystifying power which every perfect step. Aiden was enamored by their performance, but had to ignore it after a minute to complete his part. The sorcerer dragged his feet to the lowly torch and was ordered to grab it by both hands. So many questions still echoed in his mind, and oh how they blasted sirens. But every time a sliver of doubt crept in, he would knock them away with concentrated effort.

Remember... it's for the greater good. Just think of all the doors that will open if I do this.

One more inhale later, he finally said aloud. "My name is Aiden. Just, Aiden."

Without ceasing his dance, the Alpha Wile cocked an eyebrow. He examined the much smaller magician carefully, and concluded that the latter spoke the only truth he could have known.

"It'll do." He replied. "Now, Aiden! Ignite the artifact with your flames!!"

Aiden closed his eyes and did as he was told. He dipped one fireball on the top of the stake and began to unravel the spells from the pits of his heart.

"Suns of gehenna, bright as gold, I beseech you to bring forth your power. Light the darkness like the pits from whence you came. Come forth and unleash your elemental beauty on this staff in it's TRUE form! Let it be known the true power of its internal flame!!"

The revised spell caused the tiny fireball to erupt into a beam that shot up into the ceiling. It rested not a few seconds longer, as it once more reformed into a fiery flower that shone brighter and flashed in more array of colors than it ever had before. At the same time the Tengu Wile's song grew louder, as the back of their heads began to glow with a faint, blue light.

Aiden's eyes then flashed in tandem, as he suddenly fell into a deep trance. Rikuo then drew closer, the overbearing fire being the only thing that flickered between him and the magician. The monster bird then uttered a spell under his breath, one unlike any he had spoken in times past, and with a deep, enchanting sound that steeped from the back of his throat, the words themselves held tremendous power.

"Princi' 'al duk, ut ec dumal precadun'al ozile ultima."

"...Prim.. al duk.. et ciechz."

Aiden did not question the words that flowed from his mouth, for perhaps it was his inner Wile speaking. Regardless he was secretly hoping that the Wile giant would not try anything while the magician was left in this vulnerable state. Little did he know, this hesitation would turn the tides for the events that followed.

"So you still resist..." Rikuo whispered. He paused for a moment before continuing. "Very well then."

The Alpha Wile rose up and clasped his hands together. His subordinate Wiles replicated the action in unison, and as if controlled like a marionette, Aiden did the same. He made contact with the inflamed blossom at the base of the staff and in an instant, the inferno had engulfed him in flames. Jac's screams was finally able to cut through the barrier, and in that exact moment when he heard her voice, the fires erupted in a dazzling display of colors. The element spiraled around the young Wile, as if he was encased in a fiery cage. He was neither scorched or singed, but was completely out of it in terms of what was reality and what was not. But one thing he was certain of, he heard what he could only discern as the sound of burning cords.

A blur whipped past the blaze and emerged high over the infernal whirlpool. The Alpha Wile opened his mouth, highlighting the razor sharp edges of his terrible teeth which glistened with the same ethereal blue like that of a star's halo. He then lunged at the magician, snapping his jaws shut just inches above his head. When Aiden recovered from the shock of that unprompted action, he slowly looked up and could not believe his eyes. Long chains, invisible prior, appeared all around Aiden's body, which wrapped around every limb from front to back. Rikuo was pulling the strings with all his might, with surprising difficulty considering the Alpha's strength. He continued even as his magic shield began to fade from such a close contact. He kept on even as parts of his face became charred from the embers that managed to lash onto his cheek. Nothing could stop him until at last the wretched coils were severed with a loud snap. The ropes dissolved immediately in a fog of blackened ether, and thereafter Aiden fell into another magic induced trance.

A cold and unsettling silence drifted through the cavern, before the magician's body suddenly exploded in a sea of vibrant orange that engulfed the entire surface of the area. The surrounding birds backed off as the flames grew to an intensifying degree, increasing the temperature with a radiating heat as the fire cage ballooned to ten times it's original height. The ravens lifted their magic shields to reflect the incoming embers, and the inferno was wide enough to reach the secluded corners of where Jac stood. Her barrier was the most stable, but even then cracks began to form. The witch's fears for her friend was much more profound however, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't see past the overwhelming juggernaut that surrounded him.

....

As the flames of gehenna seemingly appeared to swallow his entire form whole, Aiden surprisingly grew into a sense of calm. Visions began to fill in the empty catacombs of his mind, as if he was gradually being stitched back together again. Memories of nature and forests and mountains far removed. Of villages and the colors of the skies in all times of the year. The smells of freshly charred timber and smoke, surrounded by the presence of other winged sentinels who glowed a shimmering white. Their hymns of Artemis echoed in the vast plains, being carried by the passing gale in the form of ghostly rings and chimes.

...Of Artemis...

As these chains of thoughts grew more vivid and resonant, so too did his body change in turn. Aiden felt more relaxed as his molecules began to unwind and stretch out, reforming in a blink of an eye with a brilliant glow. His undefined shape quickly grew massive as he sprouted a pair of wings, first on his back, then again from his arms. He bloomed much like the fire flower that appeared elegantly on the magical torch, which burned in tandem to the Wile giant's blinding luminosity.

But as the seconds went on, the memories started pouring in an increasing rate, flashing before his mind's eye as a series of sliding vignettes. An overwhelming cascade that caused him to crash down to his knees, as he began to seethe bellows from his newly formed fangs alongside small puffs of actual flames. Yet it was not the sheer amount of reclaimed information that caused him to nearly retch, rather, the lost skeletons that came with everything else. Memories he would have preferred to be lost to the seas of time, never again to surface for anyone to see.

How... many?

He laid witness of many travesties, of grass, temples and bodies singed. Miles of tarnished land burned to its very foundation, spoiled with the stench of brimstone that rose up into ashened skies above. The darkness bleached the epicenter in heavy smoke, all while the same sentinels that glowed a blinding white rejoiced in merriment and song.

Why...? Why must you all resort to this?

A change could be seen in Aiden's demeanor. The sweat and tears that poured from his face would evaporate instantly in contact with the surrounding inferno. With little room to breathe in his newly expanded lungs, his eyes began to flicker to the point of madness.

'It is necessary to reclaim our rightful place as rulers of this world!'

That voice... Aiden turned his head around to face the shade of a being behind him, one that was unearthed from deep within the corners of the former magician's mind. A blurred silhouette of a giant bird man that stood league's taller than any of the Wiles he encountered before. Their aura was prolific like a king among kings, and their steps were equally graceful as if they commanded the utmost attention of all who gazed upon them. Aiden's eyes widened as he watched himself in his adolescence appear before the entity in a miniature form. Unlike the other memories, he pictured this with vivid clarity, as if he was watching a film on playback.

'This has to stop!' His younger self exclaimed. 'This violence is senseless. We don't have to resort to--'

'They're humans!' The figure shouted. 'Those wretched fools... their own downfall was set in stone the moment they sought to perform mass genocide towards our people. Our brothers and sisters among the fair folk... slaughtered mercilessly, and all for what? All for our blood from which they drink, and the magic coursing through our veins... Such contempt will never be tolerated!!'

The wing claws of the being, this unsettling force, was placed against the young Aiden's back. And at this exact moment the modern day sorcerer sensed a cold chill that shot up his spine, in spite of his physical form being encaged in fire. He knew then and there that this was more than just a mere vision.

'We mustn't turn a blind eye towards our fallen brethren,' the figure said, 'and to those still alive who have been dwindled down to abysmal numbers. We've lost family and pack members to man's wicked beliefs.'

'But this is excessive... humans can't regenerate like we can. It doesn't seem fair...'

'Neither can Wiles aside from the Phoebes!! The humans will swarm like ants if we give them the chance. They'll rob us of our children and our very way of life! We can't allow this no matter what, for we, Ardius, are one of the last remaining saviors of Wile kind. The only hope if any of us will stand a chance for a brighter future! It is your destiny as the Phoenix... to become one with our mission, and with me.'

"NO!!" Aiden screamed, both in his past and present form. 'You don't understand!! This will only fuel their agenda! We have to show them that magic is not this evil boogeyman that beings like us use to smite our opponents! We'll have to change our way of thinking, of how we approach--'

Half a second. That was all it took for the entity to project himself from across the room to mere inches away from the newly formed Wile giant. Quaking to his very core, Aiden felt the specter's freezing claws against his shoulders as it craned its head like an owl to meet his up close.

'Do you take me for a FOOL Ardius? Gone are the days when the two factions had mutual standing. The era of give and take, of the equal sharing of flesh and blood, is over. Give up your folly. And embrace me like you've done in lives past.'

'I will never rejoin the hi--'

'You dare to defy me? In your weakened state? You barely have a choice! You should be honored to be subject to my blessing. Consider it my gift to you, my son...'

All of a sudden, the back of Aiden's skull felt as if it was being parted in two, which caused him to let out a bone curling scream. Pillars of flames erupted around his feet which surged in erratic directions, igniting all that it touched. The Tengu Wiles all huddled together, culminating their magical shields into one super sized bubble. Shifting midway, the five monster birds actually had some difficulty in keeping it aloft, as they used their full moon charged energy to protect themselves and the one behind them. The impact would thankfully not last for much longer.

Soon enough the light faded, and with it the flames that wrapped around the newly created giant. The former magician struggled to breathe air back into his expanded lungs, and during this time he could hear the faint whispers of those that surrounded him. He slowly opened his eyes, revealing metallic copper irises surrounded by a striking red. All of the Beta Wiles watched him cautiously from a safe distance, feathers raised and talons exposed, save for the Alpha who stood in a defiant stance. While battered himself, he nevertheless gave Aiden a formal bow, one befitting of someone of loyalty.

"Welcome back, Aiden of the Phoenix Wiles... if that is your true name. You were able to suppress your shackles and now look at you! You are more marvelous than I could have imagined."

Aiden looked more man than avian as he rose up to his newfound height, yet he was clad in bright golden feathers from neck to knee on his otherwise bare form. The plumage of his wings seemed to emit a soft, orange glow and the colors of his chest were incandescent much like that of a golden pheasant. Jac was in awe at the sight of her friend. At first she thought of him as yet another black bird, but the former magician had exceeded her expectations tremendously. It was as if a twinkle of starlight was standing right before her.

"You're... sparkly..." She gasped, unable to come up with something better to say. "Wasn't what I was expecting, but... it really suits you."

Aiden's renewed senses was able to pick up Jac's faint words, and he glanced back to look upon her distant figure for a few seconds as if to acknowledge it. His eyes were placid and nearly tearful when they laid upon the now much smaller witch. Jac's mood fell, through she could not discern why until she watched her friend suddenly rear his head back sharply. His expression then darkened to an eerie calm as that warm expression was replaced with a small smirk. A subtle gesture oh so unassuming, that nonetheless caused the hairs of Jac's skin to rise up an alarming amount. She took a few steps back and uttered to herself.

"Just who... are you?"

#sfw giant #oc: jac #oc: richard #oc: aiden #bun does writing #au #As if Aiden doesn't have enough problems ^^;#And in case you are wondering yes I made a story involving possession before and no that's not what this is #it's a little more complicated than that xD #You'll see next time

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Ougi 1-26

LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

BECAUSE. THEY'RE THE BEST. IN EVERY WAY. CASE CLOSED (TOO MANY QUALITIES TO NAME.)

HARD TO SAY... I COULD JUST SAY EVERYTHING BUT I'LL PICK SOME. 1) THEY'RE REALLY ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT MYSTERIES 2) HE BROKE NADEKO'S WINDOW 3) HE STOLE KOYOMI'S CAR?!??!?!?!??! 4) THEY'RE A LYING ASSHOLE WHO LIES (NOT REALLY A STRICT ANSWER TO THIS QUESTION BUT I GOT EXCITED OK NEXT QUESTION WAIT) 5) GWEH

THE SCHOOL. IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW

DIS MENTIONED UMINEKO AND I THINK YEAH ACTUALLY. OUGI WOULD HAVE SO MUCH FUN TRYING TO SOLVE THE MYSTERY. OR HAVE FUN TORTURING BATTLER. OUGI WOULD HAVE FUN TELLING HIM ACTUALLY IT WAS MAGIC. OUGI WOULD ALSO BE A FUN WITCH. (i should stop using capslock i'm just excited and happy)

mother mother - ghosting...........................

balance.... balance balance balance balance reason balance

show them being spooky and weird. ougi must be weird and spooky at all times this is a requirement GOD i love ougi

misogyny, transphobia, homophobia (less this but still)

yes because i love them. i would have to get better at cleaning my room but i definitely could as long as i did that

obviously. i appreciate their tricks and i would go along with their lies and laugh at their jokes because i already do that. we would be so tricky and fun together

11.

12. loves hats and other hair accessories but just never gets the chance to wear them because COUGH always in the school COUGH (i say this bc of the amount of official arts giving them hair accessories n hats) 13. 🤭 14. hmmmm.... it's not quite right to just say "goth." ougi absolutely wears black (could even say another headcanon is that its their favorite color bc i mean. cmon) almost if not all of the time... if i'm going off official art, cute clothes, sometimes with frills. if i'm going off a whim headcanon, fancier, elegant stuff (like smth you might wear at a fancy party), maybe formal attire, or just plain black shirt and skirt/pants. if i'm going off both, lots of dresses, long or short. if i'm picking specific styles/genres of fashion, probably either casual, business casual, or evening wear. maybe some goth too actually, but not lolita and probably no eyeliner to go with it 15. hmm.................. i dont ship ougi so much. but tsubasa/ougi kismesis rivalry ship is real. 16. >:((((((( koyougi. setting aside that it would never happen bc they dont see each other like that bc of who they are, it would put ougi in a really bad spot that i really dont want to see them in to the point where it physically pains me. koyougi can only exist and make sense by being mutually toxic and destructive and i'm fine with torturing koyomi but i refuse to subject ougi to that. 17. was gonna say this for 15 but then saw this. for a more traditional romantic ship, i think ougi/tsukihi is alright 18. well assuming this doesn't have to be romantic... koyomi, probably. she does so much for him and loves him so much. their dynamic is so unique and interesting and... intimate and special. and touching, too :) (and of course, fun and mischievous and all the good stuff) other than that... maybe nadeko? because of nademonogatari. and how nice he is to her 19. mmm don't think i have one of these? 20. TSUKIHI!!!!! TSUKIHI TSUKIHI TSUKIHI!!!! ive talked about this in another post but. they share similar situations and ougi had a heart-to-heart with her in ougi dark!!!! besides koyomi ougis opened up the most to tsukihi, and tsukihi genuinely respects ougi (ln)! ougi can unbalance tsukihi but the reverse is also true so they're on an equal footing. and tsukihi would help ougi out on whatever they needed, too bc tsukihi's just like that. they'd be really good friends i think nisioisin should scrap whatever his next novel idea is and write this instead 21. oh absolutely the gags. its soo fucking funny to think about how the hell ougi would take the piss out of something. i cannot count the number of times i've read my own fics and burst out laughing because god ougi is such a little shit and would totally do this. something i dont like........ second guessing myself on whether they would in fact, say that. alternatively, trying to figure out how to give them character development in a satisfying way because nisioisin forgor 22. there's no one thing because everyone other than me gets it wrong in an unforgivable way. HOWEVER, the thing i see people doing the most (or just remember the most) is making ougi Too intellectual. ougi isn't Not intellectual, but ougi is also not stuck up their own ass. this is the person who said "*blush*" out loud. ougi gets silly with it. ougi is a jokester and disrupts the balance and preserves the balance by disrupting it. if ougi is being too much of one thing, they will take notice and immediately shift gears to be the opposite. ougi is incredibly self aware. if ougi was ever using an average of 6 long and sophisticated words per sentence, they would cotton on and then make "Huh WHUHHHHH" their next sentence. 23. WHAT YOU CANT ASK ME THIS OK I KNOW WHAT IT IS NVM. its this (explanation in the link)

there's two to tie with this, or runnerups perhaps: this, which is just. fun and playful and lonely. a moonlit waltz, and ougi's leading him around wherever she wants. wonderful

and this vofan art! love these so very much. this one just feels like im in school and the sun is shining through the windows. which is what literally is in the picture but it feels like i'm there. ive always loved seeing the sun shine on things and it's no less beautiful here, especially when it's lighting up the euler's identity proof on the blackboard. the big ZERO scribbled a few times over is a nice touch too

(EDIT: WAIT I FORGOT)

THIS VOFAN ART IS ALSO SO SO SO GOOD! LOOK AT THEM!!!!!! IN THE MIDDLE LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!!! AND ALL SMILING AND ACTING ALL HUMBLE WITH THEIR FANCY LITTLE TUX THING. GOOD FOR THEM!!!!!! LOVE THAT FOR THEM LOVE THEM YEAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! 24. thought i didnt know this one, but actually... ena from. ena lol. it's the inscrutability + the gender + the formality 25. "wait who is this? did i skip a part by accident?? am i supposed to know who this is??? ive never seen this character as part of the lineup for mono girls. huh." then this became admiration and joy when she started doing interesting philosophizing and harassing of koyomi. not to mention the GENDER. and how entertaining they always were. without even realizing it i started rooting for them...... and now of course. they're the most important thing to me 26. "Are you really always right about Ougi?" hehehe...

YES. I AM ALWAYS RIGHT ABOUT OUGI!!!!!! *cackle* *cackle*

#monogatari #ougiposting #oshino ougi #ask game

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tears-of-boredom · 4 months

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radio in the kitchen was on the conservative frequency ig. some guy was reading a news article from Iltalehti, a gossip magazine basically,, and it was about someone from some dating show on tv, and how they were voluntarily jobless.

and even i, at first, was like "huh a bit odd", but then when the radio man kept reading the article, and it turns out that the person is doing it as a kind of protest against capitalism. they believe that you shouldn't have to work for someone else to live.

at that, the radio man said like "naturally, they think they shouldnt work for others, but others should work for them. because someones gotta pay for those grants youre getting". like he was totally missing the point.

and then, because they were on a dating show, they said that they're looking for a partner that will accept their lifestyle, not someone to leech off of. they also mentioned that "yeah it would be nice if my future partner had enough expendable income to take us to one of the bit fancier restaurants sometime, because I can't afford to do that on my own"

and the fucking stupid ass radio guy was like "so you say you're not just looking for someone to leech off of, but you do want someone who will feed you" and omg I had to find another radio station at that point.

like conservatives cant for the life of them learn reading comprehension.

you can say "i hope in the future slavery will be totally abolished from the world"

and they'll say some shit like "omg you are so stupid. how do you think clothes are made? if you shut down sweatshops, literally no one will have clothes to wear. and who do you think will do the work that prisoners are forced to do? people who are paid a living wage? no!"

like every change has to be very small, so that it doesn't shake these institutions and economies that are built on exploiting people.

because what will we do once the economy falls apart? build a new one? that's impossible! create a system to replace it? yeah right! humans literally need the capitalist systems to live! otherwise people won't want to work and they'll become lazy! which is the most horrible thing i can imagine to happen!

#complaining

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astriiformes · 2 years

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hi! i was hoping to make a hunter cosplay of my own and ive been looking at a lot of different cosplays to see what works for people. I really like your cosplay and how you made it more real than cartoony, and I was wondering if you had any tips on creating a cosplay (and also I just wanted to say again that I LOVE YOUR HUNTER COSPLAY IT LOOKS AMAZING) 👉👈

Oh yes, I would love to offer some tips!! Let me say right out of the gate: I'm mostly going to focus on how I put my costume together, but I really don't want it to come across as intimidating/expensive/complex if you're newer to this stuff, so know that if there are ways you end up deviating or cutting corners or doing something totally different, that's just you figuring out your own path and that's something 100% encouraged! Cosplay is a cool hobby in part because there are a million ways to do it, and everyone makes mistakes along the way that help them learn. That said, here's a look into my process!

(Also my original response to this was apparently TOO LONG and tumblr wasn't going to let me post it, so watch this space for a reblog with some other tips!!)

I really like thinking about the, like, design and materiality of the costumes I make, so honestly my starting point for a cosplay like Hunter is first going "Okay, what do I think these different parts would be made of in the real world?" even before considering what I'm actually going to make them out of. For some things that's an easy question -- obviously the mask and pauldron of the Golden Guard outfit feel like they should look like metal armor -- but for others it's more complicated. Like, what types of fabrics would his clothes be made out of? Why? And for parts like Flapjack, how do you split the difference between "sometimes made of wood, sometimes a real, actual bird" in a way that feels satisfying?

For example, for Hunter, my thoughts were as follows: the Golden Guard outfit is fancier than the normal Scout ones and felt like it should look a little bit showy, but at the end of the day, it's also a military uniform that he wears out on missions, so choosing fabrics that felt both nice and durable seemed like the best way to capture the "feel" of the outfit. I wanted to make something that looked important but practical, and based a lot of my decisions off that vibe.

I also took note of some of the "impossibilities" of his costume as a result of the animated medium -- for example, his cloak shifts from being a simple over-the-shoulder cape (which is what most people seem to make when cosplaying him) to a full-on circle cloak that closes up in the front when he's standing stiff and at attention. That's possible in a cartoon, but not in real life, because those are two different types of garments that require totally different amounts of fabric! So with things like that, you sort of have to pick which vibes you want to preserve, as opposed to trying to mimic the show perfectly. For me, that meant patterning out a more complicated cloak, closer to the circle-cloak style but with seams and shaping in the shoulders that make it possible for me to pin it back and look a little like a cape, even though it isn't one. I liked the bigger, heavier garment because I feel like it really drives home his vulnerability next to Belos. But someone who prefers the cool swooshiness of his cloak when he's out in the field would have wanted to make the cape! If and when you look at patterns, definitely pay as much attention to the energy they have and what they make you feel as you do to whether or not they match Hunter's "canon" look perfectly. You're working with fabric, not animating, and embracing the medium you're actually messing around with is definitely going to help with capturing that realism you're after. Related, but just know you're going to have seams in your outfit where there aren't any in the show. It's impossible to make functional clothing without there being visible seams somewhere, even though cartoons rarely show them. Focus more on making the costume you want and learn to love the realism they add instead of stressing over "inaccuracy"

Another thing: I don't know how familiar you are with different types of fabric (being entirely honest, I am way less so than many of my cosplay friends, so don't worry if the answer is "not very") but doing a bit of reading on them might be helpful, and I really highly recommend going to a fabric store and walking around feeling the different materials, thinking about what kinds of clothes they remind you of and how they move and stuff. One of the things that adds a lot of the "realism" to my Golden Guard outfit is that I used a variety of different fabric types, all with fairly unique textures -- the undertunic is this thick, metallic linen, that looks almost like a fencing lamé, which felt perfect for evoking that "fancy, but also combat" vibe I was going for, the overtunic is a more synthetic material but with a texture to it that definitely makes it look less cartoony, the white cloak fabric is a nice, shimmer-y material that looks the most "luxury" out of all them, but I then lined it with a thick, heavy, gold cotton, which means it doesn't swish around as much but also maintains some of that practical/showy duality. Think about your everyday clothes -- I know right now, I'm wearing a light cotton t-shirt and jeans, both of which are made out of totally different fabrics. To really give Hunter a "real life" feel, I leaned into that same idea. The Golden Guard outfit especially has so many layers, so there's lots of room to play around with mixing and matching materials -- just make sure you like how they all look together, too!

(Here are all my fabrics before I cut them: you can see how they all look and act a bit different from each other, and how the textured ones especially break away from that smooth, animated look some cosplayers prefer)

(......and here were my dozen paint and spray paint tests to try to figure out which colors/sheens I wanted for his armor)

#hunter cosplay tag

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chooseyourownavenger · 1 year

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[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]

IRONHAWK/ Go to Paris with Tony and try out the sex club.

“Okay. Yes. I’d love the trip,” you say. “You’re sure about this though, Tony? I mean… taking us to Paris. Buying us clothes? Wasn’t this supposed to be casual?”

“I’m a billionaire, dear,” he says. “It’s the same as if you bought me a hotdog from the cart outside the building. Only much sexier.”

You snort. “Okay. This will be fun.”

Tony takes you and Clint shopping for fetish wear together, and while he doesn’t buy anything for himself, he does spoil you and Clint, and you come away with not only a few outfits for the trip but new lingerie and some sex toys.

You leave for Paris the following week. Tony’s private jet is even more opulent than you could have imagined. You take off sitting at the front of the plane, in large first-class style chairs that only fit one on each side of the aisle and face each other. When the plane is in the air he leads you into the middle of the plane where there is a bar and comfortable couches. The flight attendants serve you all cocktails and dinner before Tony shoos them away.

“This is totally over the top,” you say as you eat your meal that is fancier than anything you’ve ever had out. “Is this how you always travel?”

“For business and the very rare holiday,” Tony says. “But usually I’m in my suit or the Quinjets.”

“The Quinjets are nowhere near as comfortable as this, and there’s no meal service at all,” Clint says. “Hey, Tones, you should show her.”

“Show me what?” you ask.

Tony laughs and rolls his eyes. “You going to use them, bird brain?”

“Yeah, I’ll do it,” he agreed. “You’d love it.”

“What? What’s happening?” you ask.

Tony opens up a screen that was hidden in the table and presses a couple of buttons on it. The lights dim and a colored ball of strobe lights descends from the ceiling. As it comes down, a stripper pole rises from the center of the room.

“Oh my god!” you squeal. “Tony! You are so extra!”

“You think I’m extra? Wait until you see Clint on the pole,” Tony chuckles.

“You can pole dance?” you say turning on Clint.

“I sure can,” he teases, getting up. “The things you learn in the circus, huh?”

The distinctive beat of ‘Do I wanna know,’ by the Arctic Monkeys starts up and he walks to the pole. When the guitar comes in, he wraps his hands around it and lifts himself, spinning around the pole with his ankle hooked around the bottom. He lands and rolls his hips against it until the lyrics start up. You watch on as he does an elaborate routine, flipping upside down and doing the splits, spinning himself down the pole while still upside down, with just his knee and ankle locking him in place. When the chorus starts, he climbs right to the top of the pole and holds himself out like a human flag. The skill and strength he displays are as sexy as the routine itself. When he finishes you got up and run to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You’re so hot,” you say and kiss him deeply.

Clint lifts you and presses you against the pole. Without breaking the kiss, he pushes your hands up above your head and wraps your hands around the pole. When you’re holding on tightly he begins to kiss his way down your body. “Don’t let go,” he warns as he kneels in front of you and puts your legs over his shoulders. His head disappears under your skirt as he pushes your panties to the side. You arch your back, lifting your pussy up to his face and he starts sucking greedily on it.

You moan and roll your hips against his face as he sloppily eats you out. Tony gets up from where he’s sitting and moves to the couch directly in front of the pole, watching on closely as Clint goes down on you. You keep your eyes locked on him. He unfastens his pants and pulls out his cock, stroking it slowly as he watches Clint go down on you.

Clint pulls your clit between his lips and flicks his lips and flicks his tongue back and forth quickly over the little nub. A pleasant current spreads through you and your hands slip a little on the pole. When Clint thrusts his fingers into you, you almost fall.

“Bring her here, Clint,” Tony says.

Clint pulls out his fingers and picks you up, carrying you to Tony. Tony rolls a condom down over his cock and when Clint lowers you into Tony’s lap, he guides his cock into you.

“Oh fuck,” you groan, leaning your head back on Tony’s shoulder.

“There we go,” he hums as he starts massaging your tits. Clint knees in front of the two of you and starts licking from the base of Tony’s cock up to your clit and back again. You roll your hips as molten lava spreads through your veins and settles as a pit in your stomach. Tony kisses your neck and yanks the neck of your dress down to expose your breasts. He tugs and pulls on your nipples and starts snapping his hips up into you.

It’s all you could take, and with a loud cry, you come, shuddering around Tony’s cock.

Tony slows his thrust and you slide off his lap. “You wanna fuck me, Clint?” Tony asks.

Clint looks up from his spot on the ground. “Yeah, okay,” he says.

Tony pulls some lube out of his pocket and gets up, pushing his dress pants down. “Why don’t you lie with your head over the edge of the seat, honey?” He asks as he tosses away his used condom.

You take your position, legs up the back of the chair, and head over the edge. Tony bends over and you press your breasts around Tony’s cock. Tony groans as Clint starts fingering his ass.

It isn’t long before Clint has his cock sheathed in a condom, and is sinking into Tony’s ass. He starts to thrust and with each thrust of Clint’s hips makes Tony fuck between your tits. You pinch and tug on your nipples and Tony roughly rubs your clit.

The moans you all make get louder and louder, drowning out the sound of the plane engines. Tony’s cock starts leaking over your chest, smearing on your skin and making his cock move even more easily against you. You come again and jerk up under them.

Clint’s hips begin to stutter and Tony’s cock throbs. You lick the head of his cock and it sends him over. He groans and releases, thick cords of come splatter your tits. Clint comes just after him, biting into Tony’s shoulder as he releases into his ass.

“Fuck,” Tony sighs, panting slightly. “Okay, Clint. Clean her up and we can take a nap together.”

Clint hums and pulls out of Tony’s ass. He throws the condom away before sinking in front of you and slowly licking Tony’s mess from your skin. You close your eyes and hum. “If he keeps doing that it’s going to be a long time before I let either of you sleep.

You arrive in Paris late at night and a private car takes the three of you to Tony’s penthouse in Paris. You are just awake enough to take in the beautiful mansion the apartment is housed in, the way the apartment has perfectly blended French Antiques with Tony’s modern style, and the view of the Seine before you fall into the soft bed and sleep.

You wake up alone with a note on the pillow beside you. Written in hurried block letters is ‘Take the spiral staircase up.’

You get up and stretch, opening the curtains and looking out at the view of the river and Paris beyond. The sun is up and in the slightly jet-lagged state it dawns on you, you’ve come to the city of love on an all-expenses-paid trip with a couple of guys you’re not supposed to have feelings for.

For the first time, you wonder if you’ve made an error in judgment.

You use the bathroom - it’s somehow even bigger and more elaborate than the one in the Tower. The main difference is that this one is decorated in warmer golds and creams with fittings that blend into the antique French feel of the building. The claw-footed tub, while large, could only hold two of you, and there was no shower feature over it, and there was a fireplace on the far side of the room. Otherwise, the shower still took up an entire wall and had multiple shower heads, and the two sinks were gold basin style and sat on a long antique-looking vanity.

You wash up and grab a robe before heading out to search for the spiral staircase. It doesn’t take you long to find it standing in the middle of the living room. It’s made of wrought iron and you follow it upstairs into a big glass atrium that opens out onto a perfectly manicured roof garden. The garden takes in all of Paris with its 360-degree view. Right in your eye line is the Eiffel Tower. You couldn’t have imagined a more perfect scene if you’d tried. Tony and Clint are sitting at a cast iron table on plush armchairs, Tony is in a black tank top and white linen pajama pants, while Clint just has a pair of boxer shorts with targets on them. Laid out in front of them is a basket of croissants, a bowl of mixed berries, butter, jam, honey, and Nutella. A silver pot filled with coffee sits beside a glass jug of orange juice. You assume they haven’t been eating long as both still have partially eaten pastries on their plates and they’re both nursing coffees.

“She’s up,” Tony says, standing. Clint stands too, and both men kiss your cheek before you all sit.

“This is amazing, Tony,” you say as you help yourself to a croissant. It’s still warm and as you cut it open and spread butter on it, it instantly melts into the flaky pastry. “Why would you live in New York if you own this?”

“Doesn’t have a lab,” he says. “Besides, things wouldn’t be much fun without you two around, now would it?”

You pour yourself a coffee as you try and decide exactly what that was supposed to mean. Was Hill right? Were they seeing this as something more serious than they had originally said?

“Speaking of my lab,” Tony continues, thankfully allowing you to completely brush by the statement of his love of being around you and Clint. “I have to go into the Paris branch of SI and make an appearance. You guys should go out and see the city. We can meet back here for dinner and go to the club after.”

“Sounds good,” Clint says. “What do you think? Wanna go eat a bunch of cheese with me and then climb the Eiffel Tower?”

You start laughing. “Sounds like a plan.”

It feels like a date. Walking the city. Stopping for coffee and baguettes and brie. Taking photos together in front of statues and monuments. Arguing about whether to go to the Louvre or Moulin Rouge and then settling on the Eiffel Tower. The way Clint likes to walk with his hand in yours or his arm around your shoulders.

It doesn’t feel like friends.

Or maybe it’s exactly like friends and you’re overthinking it.

In the late afternoon, you end up at the top of the Eiffel Tower, Clint looking extremely at ease with the heights. He’s been fumbling his way through French all day and it’s kind of sexy hearing him converse with the locals.

“You think you can see Tony’s place from here?” you ask.

“Oh sure,” Clint says, guiding you over to the railing facing the part of the city Tony’s place is. “Follow the river up, and then look for the one with the garden rooftop.” He puts one hand on your hip and leans over you slightly as he points out the apartment. It’s close and intimate, and if he was your boyfriend you’d probably turn your head and kiss him.

He’s not though, so instead, you squint trying to see where he’s pointing. “I don’t…”

“Alright, come here,” he says, leading you to the brass telescope. “Excusez-moi, s'il vous plaît,” he says as he winds through a group of people to get to it. “Merci.”

“I didn’t know you spoke French,” you say as he digs a two-euro coin from his pocket and drops it into the telescope. “It’s pretty sexy.”

“I don’t really,” he says as he looks through the telescope for the apartment. “I mean, who doesn’t know how to say excuse me? But one of my mentors was French, and I can speak Italian. They share roots, so I can kinda muddle through it a little. Has made for some fucking hilarious mix-ups though. You should hear Tony though. He can speak French fluently. It’s hot as fuck.”

He steps back and you look through the lens of the telescope. It’s perfectly lined up with the garden where you had eaten breakfast this morning. “Hey! There it is!” you say excitedly.

“Pretty cool, huh?” he says. “I can’t believe he’s brought us here for a little weekend away.”

“Yeah, me either,” you say as you start looking around with the telescope more, completely aware of Clint’s hand on your waist. “I didn’t know you spoke Italian.”

“What can I say?” he jokes. “I really love pizza.”

You burst out laughing and you nudge him. He laughs and pulls you against him and kisses you. For a moment you become lost in it, and then you remember, this man who’s kissing you is supposed to be your friend and you should definitely not be kissing him on top of the Eiffel Tower like you’re part of some cliched romantic comedy.

You pull back and tap your hands on his chest.

“Feels like something’s missing, huh?” he says. “Tony should be here.”

“Clint…” you say uncertainty.

“Yeah?” he asks.

“Aren’t we all just supposed to be friends?”

Clint lets you go and shrugs. “I guess. I guess that’s what we agreed on. I’m sorry if I overstepped. I just thought…”

You shake your head and take his hand. “I know. We’re in Paris and he’s saying he prefers to be with us. Are we… have you spoken to him about where this is going?”

“Are you kidding me?” Clint says. “If I name it, he’ll run.”

“You want it though… right?” you ask. “You’re in love with him.”

Clint drops his eyes and nods. “I have been for a long fucking time. I don’t know… I thought… I thought if I could make it seem like him and me being together didn’t mean only ever being him and me… if he got used to us together … And you were there and we had so much fun. And now… now with you…” He pauses and looks back up into his eyes. “You know I married my ex-wife after knowing her for two weeks. But I fell in love with her. I knew she was right for me. And I wasn’t wrong. I know you’re thinking - well she’s your ex-wife, so that was dumb. But we were together for a long time after we got married and we tried to have kids. And then something happened to her. It changed her. I couldn’t be who she needed me to be anymore, and the things she was doing? The woman I fell in love with wouldn’t have done them. That’s what ended us. But I fall in love quickly. So… so know, when I say this, I’m not saying it because I just said I’m in love with Tony and I don’t want you to feel bad. And I know it’s quick. So if you don’t feel the same yet, you don’t have to say it back. I don’t expect anything. I’m not trying to scare you, but... I love you.”

A weird blend of terror and excitement floods you. It’s the same sort of rush you get from the first drop on a rollercoaster, and for a moment, you forget you’re supposed to be speaking right now.

Freak out, you didn’t sign up for this.

Say it back. You are in love with Clint.

Tell him it’s too soon, and you need to think about it.

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First Date

It was Saturday, and Gladstone was getting ready for his date with Emilie. He had chosen a small coffee shop due to not wanting to put too much pressure on Emilie.If it was too extravagant,then she might think he was trying to pressure her into a relationship with him.Of course,if Gladstone chose something too casual then Emilie might think he was cheap.

Gladstone left his house when he deemed himself acceptable.While heading towards Emilie’s house Gladstone was wondering what Emilie was going to wear.And thanks to his luck,Gladstone found out rather quickly.

Emilie was wearing what could be described as ‘chic’.A blue business jacket over a lighter blue shirt that matched her heels, and a gray skirt.

“Pretty formal for a lunch date, and fun at the pier afterwards,don’t you think?”Gladstone asked Emilie.

“This from the guy who’s wearing a suit.”Emilie pointed out.

Gladstone looked at his own outfit, and realized that Emilie was right.He was in no position to criticize her choice of clothing when he was wearing a suit.

“So,shall we get going?”asked Emilie,holding out her hand for Gladstone to grab.

“Sure.”said Gladstone,grabbing Emilie’s hand.

Even though it was the second time that they interacted with each other,Gladstone was amazed by Emilie.It was like she wanted to be in charge, but at the same time,didn’t.Gladstone could honestly say he never met a girl like her.

“So, what do you do for a living?”Gladstone asked finally.Emilie didn’t seem like the type of person who wouldn’t work.

“I’m a child psychiatrist.What about you?”responded Emilie.

“I-rely on my luck to provide for me.”

“Ah.”

Emilie didn’t seem impressed by this.

“So,what does a child psychiatrist do?”asked Gladstone in an attempt to make conversation.

“Pretty much help kids with their emotional,and mental problems.”said Emilie.

“How do you do that?”

“By playing games with them,and talking to them.”

“How does playing games with the kids help them?”

“It helps them open up.”

“Interesting.”said Gladstone. “Hey we’re here!”

It was called Ducktales, and one of the fancier coffee shops in Duckburg.

“Never been here before.”said Emilie as they entered the coffee shop.

“Really?”said Gladstone.

“Yeah.”

The moment they entered Gladstone was declared the 100th customer of the day.While Gladstone didn’t have a problem with this, he couldn’t help but notice that Emilie did.It wasn’t until they sat down with their orders when Gladstone found out why.

“Emilie,is something wrong?”asked Gladstone.

“Yeah.You got everything for free.It doesn’t make sense.How do they know that you’re the 100th customer of the day?Do they count each customer until they reach 100?Do they have something that counts each customer?”said Emilie.

“Emilie,don’t overthink it. I was born with my luck.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. I’m lucky in practically everything.”

Emilie looked at Gladstone in a suspicious way which made him wonder if she thought he was bragging.

“I’m not bragging.It’s just true.”said Gladstone,hoping to save face.

“Well,let’s see how lucky you are.”said Emilie at long last.

“Interesting.What do you have in mind?”said Gladstone.

“The games at the pier!”said Emilie when they arrived at the pier.

“Well, I did say that we were going to spend some time at the pier.So,why not play some games while we’re here?”said Gladstone.

He didn’t know whether or not he should be amused by Emilie’s challenge.After all, she wasn’t the first person to challenge his luck.But he also didn’t know how she’d react when she saw that he was right.

Gladstone won every game,although Emilie did come close a few times.Everything was going wonderfully.

Until Annebelle showed.

“Hey Emilie!Is this the guy you gave your number to?”said Annebelle when she approached.

“Yes.Now leave.”said Emilie.

“Oooo.He’s cute.Are you rich?”Annebelle asked Gladstone.

“I thought Emilie told you to leave.”Gladstone told Annebelle.

“I have nowhere to go.”

“I’ll be back.”said Emilie as she went to a food stand.

“Where’s she going?”asked Gladstone.

“I don’t know.But we’re alone now.”said Annebelle, getting closer to Gladstone.

“Please stop.”said Gladstone, moving away from Annebelle.

Just then Emilie appeared with a drink in her hand,which she poured onto her sister.

“Now you have somewhere to go!”Emilie yelled after Annebelle as she ran off screaming.

Gladstone couldn’t help but laugh. The fact that he saw what kind of person Annebelle really is the night he met Emilie meant that he knew better than to trust Annebelle.

“So, what now?”asked Emilie.

“I can win you a prize.”said Gladstone.

“Only if I can win you one too.”

“If you insist.”

The rest of the day went smoothly without any interruptions from anybody else. And as they both told each other,Emilie,and Gladstone got each other a prize.Gladstone got Emilie a plush animal of undetermined species while Emilie won him a leprechaun figurine.It wasn’t much, but Gladstone still appreciated it.

“So,you want to do this again sometime?”Gladstone asked Emilie when they were leaving the pier, and heading back to their respective homes.

“Sure.Maybe on Tuesday.”said Emilie.

“Why Tuesday?”

“Because Tuesdays are awesome.”

“Okay then.”said Gladstone with a smile as they went their separate ways.

fanfic by @backgroundshipper / @the-chronicles-of-emilie-duckman

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liecoris · 1 year

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Heaving a sigh, Mukuro pressed her back against her locked apartment door as soon as she got back home from work, leaning her head back and closing her eyes for just a moment of respite。

Her shift at the club wasn’t a bad one, thankfully, but tonight did wear her out quite a bit, especially since she was continuously having to attend regular, after regular。

Sometimes she loved receiving so much attention, but then she’d quickly get overwhelmed and just want to hide for a bit, and in those moments was where she was quite happy to come home to her small, cheap apartment。

Sure, sometimes the hot water didn’t work but at least she wasn’t forced to entertain or converse with people。

But since the pay at the club was good, and especially since she was trying to become Club Aphrodite’s top hostess, the pay would only continue to get better。 Allowing her to splurge on better, more attractive shoes and outfits to rake in more cash, amongst being able to pay bills and buy groceries。 She was able to save cash here and there for when, and hopefully, she’s able to move into a more functioning and fancier place than this shit hole。 That, or continue her rent if she really had no other option。

She should probably eat something, Mukuro muses to herself, besides breakfast the only other thing she had to eat was a small meal during one of her breaks。

However, cooking right now just didn’t sound like something she’d want to do right now, especially since her energy was quite drained。 So she’d have to settle with eating the bento she purchased the other night, certainly, it wouldn’t be the greatest of choices considering it’s a day old now, but it was better than nothing。

So hoisting herself off the floor, Mukuro slipped her heels off and shrugged off her jacket, placing it on the little coat hanger hook by the door。

Trudging over to her tiny kitchenette, Mukuro dropped her purse off on a countertop on her way to the fridge。 Opening the fridge, Mukuro gazed at her almost barely stocked fridge. There were a few cartons of juice and other drinks along with some pork she had purchased the other day along with various vegetables that she also bought with the thought of making katsudon later on in the week。

Gently pushing the wrapped pork aside, Mukuro grabbed the prepackaged bento along with a small carton of melon juice to go along with her little meal。 Pulling back from the fridge, Mukuro closed the fridge door with her hip before grabbing a pair of chopsticks and left the kitchenette to go eat in the small main room, which contained a kotatsu in the center, a small and cheap portable closet for her clothing and a folded up futon in one of the corners。

Settling herself at her kotatsu, Mukuro would open up her laptop first before she’d begin eating。 She wasn’t a fan of eating in silence, finding that doing so would really accentuate the fact that she was alone and always really had been。 So she’d always just put on either a movie or catch up on shows while she ate, having some sort of other sounds would at least fend off the intrusive thoughts。

As soon as she opened the bento, the scent of day-old food wafted into her nose and made her stomach churn slightly。 Immediately knowing that some of this she’ll be able to fully eat and others she’ll have to skip, but this was better than nothing after all, so she’d try her best to finish most of the food, at least the melon juice would be a bit of a chaser for anything that fought to go down。

As she very slowly ate, Mukuro would go between watching whatever was playing on her laptop to looking at her phone, browsing various social media apps and shopping apps to see if any good sales were going to be happening sometime soon。

Once she was done with her phone, she locked and set the device aside to focus on the show and finishing her food。 As she predicted, Mukuro found portions of the bento almost inedible, so those portions were set aside or eaten around until she couldn’t really eat any more of her food and the rest would have to be trashed。

Once finished eating, save for a few bits that she found rather unappetizing, Mukuro closed up the package and got up from her seat, the only other sound in the apartment coming from her laptop speakers as she trashed the to-go box and cleaned the utensils。

With a stretch and a soft groan, Mukuro’s next plan of action was to take a shower and a bath, then hopefully try and get some rest tonight before her shift tomorrow。 This was one of the many times Mukuro wished her shitty little apartment was a bit more high-end, wanting one of those little wall devices that allowed the bath to set itself。 Letting out another groan and a stretch, Mukuro began to head towards her bathroom, all the while stripping out of her clothing in the process。

She’d pick up after herself later, she never really was too concerned with keeping a super clean apartment considering she barely had guests over, being rather embarrassed about her living situation and she also just didn’t let herself get too close to her coworkers, assuming that they’d treat her similarly to the girls she knew back in high school。

Mukuro wouldn’t spend too long in the shower, for fear of the fact that the hot water running out was such a random event she didn’t know how long she’d be able to use it。 Granted she didn’t take super hot showers on account of the scarring on her back, if the tissue got too hot then she’d be in absolute misery so she settled with a nice lukewarm temperature。 Her bath, however, was always hot, since in a bath the water was still, it didn’t hurt her back as much, sure there was still a bit of stinging pain but that was more tolerable than having hot water repeatedly hit on the sensitive area。

As she sunk into the water of the bath, Mukuro released a long, delightful sigh, her eyes closing as she fully relaxed in the water。 The warm water felt heavenly to her muscles, soothing her aching feet and legs。 After a good half hour, Mukuro had found herself relaxed to the point where she almost was falling asleep in the water, deciding then that it would be a good time to leave the tub。 Wrapping a towel around herself, Mukuro made a mental note to check out how expensive towel warmers could be。

As nice as this was, a warmer towel would’ve been a bit better。 Keeping a towel around herself, Mukuro would make her way to her kitchenette, wanting to have a nice small drink of strawberry milk right after her shower。

Taking a seat at her kotatsu once again, Mukuro realized she didn’t pause what she was watching on her laptop, now she was a few more episodes into the drama she was watching and had no idea what was happening。 Scrubbing back to where she had left off, Mukuro spent the rest of her night watching until she fell asleep at her table。

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Fictober 2022.16 — Damn, Rachida

Prompt number 16: "You're looking, but you don't see" Original fiction: My Servant, the Devil Rating: M Warnings: implications of disordered eating and related issues, ableism

Running her hands through her massive walk-in closets, Rachida was searching for the best outfit for the day. The collection of clothes she had gathered in her place was absurd, to the point where quantifying it would lead to incomprehensible numbers. Yet, a look out the window should be enough to notice the insurmountable gap between the budget spent on herself and the crumbs she gave to her kingdom. Measures had been taken, time and time again, to prevent any revolution, and that mainly included the relocation of most people had they turned old enough to go work and be hosted in other parts of the world. In other words, despite the selfish attitude of their Queen, the countries she had command over were hopeful. Would a dress do? What kind? She was bored of her long, blue kaftan, and her headpiece had grown out of fashion. Therefore, she had once again become her own priority, although it would be wrong to assume she had ever not been on her own mind. The golden patterns on her royal clothes weren’t shiny enough — she wanted to glow more, she wanted to show off what sort of perfect body she thought she had, with the curves, the ribs, the collarbone and the hips. Would it be hypocritical of me to call her vain for exhibiting such ill thoughts? Still, our similarities were quite superficial — we didn’t share a motive in that regard.

As her eyes landed on an abaya featuring glitter and lace. At least, she referred to it as an abaya, and I’m going by her words, because the clothe was completely unrecognisable, having changed so much from its original form. She tried it on and looked at the shape of her thighs, satisfied by the gap between her legs. A smile illuminated her face. “Mh, I’ve always been the prettiest, but I’d like people to see me as the hottest, too. Just look at these stupid polls, and they tare Taneilla looks fancier? I’ll beat her to that, bitch-ass.” Her intentions were in the wrong place; the very polls she had been referring to didn’t have anything to do with physique in the first place. It was but a survey that had circulated around the forum DataData, a network that was only accessible to specific people having been granted the right to less restriction on the internet. Taneilla, one of the other Queens, hadn’t “won” anything — instead, she had been described as more composed than Rachida. However, ever since she had come to hear about that piece of information, Rachida had grown jealous. Selecting new clothes was her vengeance over the Queen that was always bullying her at the meetings. To be quite honest, it was nothing out of the ordinary for her — she was basically the modern version of Narcissus, and may that fucking idiot drown in her reflection too. Therefore, she was simply being her usual self, unable to accept anything but first place. “Yeah, that dress is perfect. People will see. They better understand. No more of these Eclipso, Ramdam, Lukas or Amă. I’m the only true God on Earth.” The sight of her was pitiful, and frankly quite annoying. For most higher-ups, the way she had come to be in power, and to maintain it, was a mystery. Her people might be hopeful for a better future, but the officials who spent time with her knew the people was misguided in that sentiment. The most deceived, however, were her suitors. Rachida wasn’t married, even though a lot of people had tried to put a ring on her hand. She would always tell them off and kick them out, claiming they were unable to impress her. As the narrator, I had been putting up with her stories, but she was getting on my nerve more and more each day. Although I knew how to mask most of my emotions, or rather how to entirely supress them and feel nothing but apathy, I could become impulsive if you tried really hard. As she posed in front of her mirrors, she spat out even more ambitious words. “And who’s that other guy they’ve been talking about lately? Ren? Guren? Ugh, whatever, I bet they’re just some kind of loser too. Probably worse than the ‘gods’ all those idiots are fawning over already.” It just so happened that I could stand any and all accusations from anyone, but that I wouldn’t take it from her. That night, I suddenly stood on her windowsill. A black coat covering my figure, and the right amount of serious in my expression, I stared when she screamed as the lightning hit in an unpredictable storm. “The only true God? Damn, girl, aren’t you exaggerating things when you’re in front of the mirrors all alone? You’re looking, but you don’t see. Your stupid kind is even afraid of the weather.” She noticed me, and her pupils immediately reduced as her heartbeat sped up. That physiological reaction was betraying pure terror. Usually, such strange appearance wouldn’t have fazed her, and she would have called for the Red Forces to take care of the intruder. Naturally, my cue had nothing to do with being usual, and had it been, I would still have been unsettling. After all, she had never met anyone wearing horns or a tail. “Congrats, you’ve got yourself a crown. Now what? I don’t care much about if you think you can be compared to Eclipso, Ramdam or Lukas. They’re no fun anyway, lol.” I could see her body shaking. I could have let it at that, but I wasn’t satisfied just yet. I had gone out of my way to come in person, so I should make an impression. Yet, I was already holding back, doing her a favour: I could’ve skipped the talking and gone straight to the stabbing. She wasn’t worth that much trouble, though. “Do you really wish to defile me? Bow the fuck down.” For the first time ever since I had started observing her, she obeyed someone without a pout. She bowed, and her trembling made it so that she even kneeled, hanging her head low. I must admit, every once in a while, there was something good that could come out of my supernatural status. The expression on her face at that moment was priceless. I smiled before disappearing. “Not that stupid, are we?”

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