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satorusugurugurl · 21 days

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Currently thinking about switch reader and switch toru, where reader would be riding him while he’s a crying whining mess, maybe even tying his hands up, but as soon as she gets off of him he’s ripped the binds on his wrists and is flipping her over to give her the same treatment

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Silk

Characters: Gojo Satoru, FAB!Reader

Warnings: Bindage, silk ropes, choking, smut dirty talk, switch!gojo, switch!reader

Word Count: 1,119

A/N: F-Feral, submissive, whinning Gojo is one of my favorite Gojo’s!! 🫣

Gojo Satoru was the strongest. It was something everyone said, including himself. Yes, your boyfriend was the strongest sorcerer of the modern age. Which meant he got sent on missions a lot, which you didn't mind. He always came back home to you, cocky and ready for a sweet treat as a prize for himself.

What people didn't know was that when Gojo came back from a long or tedious mission, he needed you. Satoru needed you in a way that he never, ever let other people even know about. Because what would that into his reputation? What would happen if people knew Gojo Satoru wasn't always the strongest in bed?

Sure, Gojo loved fucking you into the mattress. But days after two week-long missions, he wanted to sit back and let you take the reins. He was beginning to regret his choice to let you do what you wanted now.

“A-Ah, holy fuck!” Gojo’s eyes flooded with tears, his blue eyes watching his cock disappear into your pussy as he slowly, and he fucking meant, slowly bounced up and down on him. “Y/N babe, please!” He cried out, choking on a sob as you clamped down on his oversensitive cock. “P-Please, move faster!”

“I'm sorry; I thought you told me to enjoy myself, Toru.”

“I-I did! But I-I need more.”

You stopped moving altogether, sitting on his lap, cockwarming his throbbing cock. He whined in protest, struggling against the blue rope binding his wrists together. There was something about seeing him like this. Gojo was so needy and desperate that it had your pussy twitching with need. Feral horny Satoru was fun, but this submissive Satoru hit a different kind of button inside of you.

His hips weakly tried rocking up into you, but you hummed, slowly pulling up off him until he was an inch from popping out. “N-No, wait, what are you doing?! Please, please don't!” With a sneer, you slammed yourself back down onto his length, taking all of him in one go. “HAA!” Blue iris’ were the size of pin pricks as you repeated the same pattern, over and over, until he was choking on moans.

“Look at you~ such a good boy, Satoru~” Your boyfriend's chest heaved, eyes shut tight as you leaned forward, your fingers wrapping around his neck. “Are you my good boy~?”

Satoru bucked his hips cock throbbing as he shook his head. “I-I’m not a fucking sub.” A sadistic smile crossed over your face as he bounced faster, moaning as you felt the coil in your tummy tightening.

“Ooh~? Is that why you're blushing like a whore~? Do you want me to stop?” he shakes his head, “I asked you a question.” Fingers tightened around his throat, and you savored the way he cried out. “So answer it; are you a good boy?”

The way you spoke the degrading tone, made everything feel better. It was like he was in his domain, and everything was much more intense. His balls clenched, and a strangled cry overcame him as the first waves of his orgasm rolled over him.

His hands fought against the silk ribbon you so cruelly bound him with. “I-I’m a good boy! I'm a good boy!” Crying out, Satoru threw his head back, cumming inside of your pussy as you bounced harder, faster before slamming down on him completely, cumming with him.

Heavy breathing flooded the room as your heart rate began to slow. Only when you were positive you weren't going to pass out from pure orgasmic bliss your gaze fell on your boyfriend's face. Satoru’s bangs hung over his eyes; his ivory-perfect skin flushed red.

He looked so fucked out of his, drool spilling from the corner of his mouth. His chest was moving rapidly; his stomach muscles clenched underneath you. God, he looked so delicious like this, but at the same time, he seemed out of it. A little too out of it.

“Satoru?” He didn't respond. “I'll go get you some water.” Inching yourself off Satoru’s semi-hard cock, you gasped as the tip popped out. With jelly legs, you got off him, standing up slowly. “Baby, I'll be rig-” Looking over your shoulder, you came face to face with stunning blue eyes. “T-Toru?”

In one swift movement, Satoru yanked his wrists apart, ripping the blue silk bindings. Large hands gripped your hips, throwing you down on the mattress. The fluidity of his actions left you breathless, his hips pressing against yours. His hard cock throbbed before plunging inside of you.

“Nnngh! Fuck!” Satoru growled, hearing your cries of pleasure. One hand gripped your hip so hard you knew you'd have bruises later. “T-Toru!”

“You thought it was cute tying me up like that?” His voice was dark, lips on your neck, breathless words tickling your ear. “Oh, you got nothing to say now?” he thrust deeper, his cock hitting your cervix head-on. “Yeah, that's what I thought.” His free hand grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them against the mattress. “Not so funny now that you're in my position, is it?”

You couldn't find the words to respond other than ‘fuck’. Satoru was fucking your brains out. Literally rendering your use of human language useless. All you were capable of doing was crying out his name as his cock slammed against your g-spot and your cervix with each thrust.

“Ah! Mnnngh T-Toru!” He chuckled, the hand in his hips moving, rubbing your clit in circles, his other hand squeezing around your wrists tightened, making your eyes roll back.

“Who's my good girl?”

“Haah, ah~!”

“Answer the question Y/N! Who's my good girl?!”

“M-Me! I am!”

Satoru took your earlobe between his teeth, picking up the pace of his sensual movements. “Then be a good girl and cum on my fat cock!” His eyes shut tight as you obeyed him, jerking and screaming, your orgasm bringing him over the edge of his second one. “That’s right, good girl~ good fucking girl~!”

The warmth from your lingering orgasm and Satoru’s body laid over you. Satoru’s bare chest hummed with a satisfied groan before trailing kisses up your neck all the way to your lips. The kiss was soft and full of adoration, his strong hands cupping your face. Before he collapsed next to you, his arms dropped over you, pulling you close.

“Next time, you'll be the one tied up.” He whispered over the back of your neck, grinning against your skin as you squirmed. “And baby, that's a fucking promise I intend to keep.”

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cuubism · 11 months

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At first Hob isn't even sure the shop is open. The tiny door inset above a few steps, the utter lack of welcoming signage, the windows packed with unlabelled stacks of books--it doesn't exactly scream come in and buy something. As Hob steps up to the door, he really expects it to be locked, or for a sign to fall from the ceiling reading, abandon all hope here, mortal.

But the door to the bookshop--the name of which he's yet to determine, again with the utter lack of signage thing--just swings open at his touch, and he steps into a narrow hallway made entirely of--of course!--books.

Dust rises from the rug as he carefully makes his way deeper into the meandering corridors. The lightbulbs overhead are dim and in desperate need of replacement. The stacks are teetering and untouched. If he learned the place had been sitting here on this winding side street, exactly the same, for the past seven hundred years, he wouldn't be at all surprised.

And now Hob's marring its mysterious mausoleum aura by opening a jaunty modern coffee shop across the street.

Whoops.

Hence why he's bringing a peace offering before he accidentally starts a war over noise or crowds or god knows what else. Most places would probably be happy about increased foot traffic, but that's not the sense he's getting here.

This is all, of course, assuming he does find an owner, and not just a skeleton manning a till somewhere in this place long gone dark.

Hob doesn't find any customers. He does find several interesting-looking side hallways labelled things like, ~ the occult ~ , Oneiromancy, and "falconry -- advanced" and has to drag himself back into focus because the only thing worse than starting a turf war with a mysterious bookstore owner on his cafe's opening day is accidentally spilling the coffee he's brought--as a peace offering!--all over some ancient magical text.

"Hello?" he calls, finally giving up on the creeping about. "Anyone there?"

No answer. All Hob finds is a rickety set of stairs leading up the next level. So he ascends.

At the top is an even more cluttered room of books. This time in disorganized, unlabelled stacks on every surface. Waiting to be shelved, maybe? And in the center of it all, sitting cross-legged on the floor with several of these books spread out in a confusing array before him, is who Hob can only presume to be the owner.

An owner who is not dead, nor ancient and decrepit as Hob had kind of been picturing. Definitely not decrepit at all. Oohhhh dear.

The lithe, dark-haired, fey thing that is the owner tapes a note inside another book and says, in a distracted tone, "Can I help you?"

"Uh," says Hob, because he came here on a mission but he's gotten really turned around, "do you drink coffee?"

This gets him a raised eyebrow, but the shop owner does turn to look at him, staring up from his position on the floor. Christ he's pretty, spectacles and all. If there is a battle over street noise levels, Hob's going to lose by dint of caving automatically to those eyes. Pathetic.

The bookstore owner looks at the coffee in Hob's hand, then back at Hob's face. "Why?"

Hob thrusts the cup in his direction. "Here."

The owner looks alarmed now, but takes the cup, gingerly, peering at it as if he thinks Hob might have given him pureed nightshade instead. "Why?" he repeats, and then, because apparently his level of self-preservation doesn't extend to things like not drinking random shit thrust at him by strangers, takes a sip, and hums in appreciation.

"I-- fuck, sorry--" Hob sits down on the floor, which only makes him look more like a maniac to be honest-- "I just-- I just opened across the street? The cafe? So I just wanted to say hi and-- holy shit, is your name actually Dream? Were you a stripper in another life or something?"

This because he's finally spotted a tiny nametag pin on the bookstore owner's cardigan-- a cat curled around a book where the cover reads, I am Dream.

"Yes," says Dream, and Hob has no idea if that's in response to the first question, the second, or both. Both is terrifying to think about. As is the fact that Hob even asked that. "The cafe, you said?"

"Mmhmm," Hob agrees, cheeks burning. Oh, he's making a right mess of this, all right.

"Hmm," says Dream, peering at him over the coffee cup. This indicates nothing to Hob about how he feels about the cafe situation.

"I just worried that more noise and stuff might bother you," Hob rushes to explain. "You seem. To. You know. Like your quiet. Is all."

"It is my understanding that cafes and bookstores frequently have symbiotic relationships," says Dream evenly, though he's still watching Hob with unnerving intensity.

Well. That was easy. Maybe Hob was just worrying over nothing. Wanting to be liked when it wouldn't have been an issue.

"Alright," he says, letting out a breath. "Well. Good!"

"Good," echoes Dream, with a tiny, wry smile.

"What is this place anyway? I've seen no signage whatsoever."

"It's called The Library," Dream says.

Hob waits for him to explain. He doesn't. "Um, but... isn't it a shop?"

Dream raises an unimpressed eyebrow. "And?"

"So..." Hob says, "it's not a library."

"Purchasing something is but extended borrowing from the universe," says Dream, like that makes any sense at all.

But Hob decides there's other things he'd rather do with a pretty goth bookstore/library/whatever owner than argue semantics. "What do you carry, then?"

Now Dream preens like a cat. "The Library contains every book in print."

Now it's Hob's turn to raise an eyebrow. "That seems... unlikely? Impossible?"

Dream's self-satisfied little smile doesn't fade. "You are welcome to browse the stacks and let me know if there is anything you cannot find."

And, well, it's true that Hob didn't really get a sense of just how far back this place goes. It looks small from the street, but he's already wandered pretty far in just to find Dream, and has yet to reach a back wall.

"I will definitely have to come back," he agrees. And get lost. Definitely get lost. He's not even sure he can find his way out. He'll probably get swallowed up in Oneiromancy.

"In return I will be sure to visit your cafe," says Dream. He says it so strangely, like crossing into a foreign land. I will be sure to visit your court. "Are you open late?"

"On Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, yup," says Hob.

"Excellent." Dream inclines his head imperiously to Hob. "Thank you. For the coffee."

Hob figures he should let him get back to his labeling. He has plenty of his own work, too.

"Yeah, sure, any time. Good to meet you, Dream."

And then he scurries away before he can make it any weirder, makes his meandering way out of "The Library," and doesn't get lost in Oneiromancy.

This time.

The following night, Hob looks up from the till to find Dream standing across the counter from him. He looks much the same as before, with the addition of a long dark coat over his clothes, and no reading glasses this time. He offers Hob a tiny smile. "Hob Gadling."

Gosh, he looks, if possible, even prettier in the warm lighting of the cafe than in the darkness of his shop. Though to be honest, Hob had half-convinced himself he'd hallucinated Dream's existence. He hasn't seen anyone go in or out of the shop since.

"Dream," he greets, with a smile. "Anything I can get for you?"

"It is I who have something for you." He hands Hob what must be a book, though it's wrapped in brown paper. "Consider it a return gift. Or perhaps. A welcome."

And before Hob can even ask if he wants coffee or something, if he wants to sit down, he slips back out through the crowd and onto the street like a vapor, and then he's gone.

Hob tears open the paper. And then stares at the book in astonishment.

It's the book. Everyone has one. The book once read but since forgotten in the shuffle of time; title, author, too vague in recollection to pin down. Unsearchable. Never found, for all that the heart of the story might have lodged its way in somewhere deep.

It's one of those books that he remembers in blistering detail now that it's in his hands, that he read in uni but couldn't have found for the life of him on his own, and Dream's just handed it to him over the counter of his cafe.

He runs his fingertip over the midnight blue cover, the embossed lettering. In Search of Nightingales. And it's only as he looks up again at the hidden shop across the street, that he realizes he never told Dream his name, either.

#dream: its a library whose checkout term is the rest of your life :) ill get the books back eventually :) hope that clears it up for you hob #hob:.......#random drabble time i guess lol #dreamling #my writing #dream of the endless #hob gadling #bookstore cryptid dream

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scoobydoodean · 2 months

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Hi! I just wanted to start off by saying that your analyses on the characters are awesome and they really helped further my understanding of the show, so keep up the good work! :D

I was wondering, if you don't mind answering, what did you think of about Dean giving permission for Gadreel/Ezekiel to possess Sam in season 9?

I'm still a bit on the fence about how to feel about it and I thought your particular brand of wisdom might be able to help me out.

Dean had just a few pieces of information at the hospital in 9.01.

Dean knew that Sam had every intention of surviving The Trials in 8.14 and in fact Sam promised he would survive them and show Dean to the light at the end of the tunnel, because Dean was suicidal: "I'm closing the gates. It's a suicide mission for you. [...] I want to slam hell shut, too, okay? But I want to survive it. I want to live, and so should you. You have friends up here, family. I mean, hell, you even got your own room now. You were right, okay? I see light at the end of this tunnel. And I'm sorry you don't – I am. But it's there. And if you come with me, I can take you to it."

Dean observed that Sam became suicidal over the course of The Trials and that this culminated in Sam forsaking his promise and his desire to live and falling into a tailspin where he wanted to die to make himself "pure". Disturbing dialogue from 8.21: "Knights of the Round Table. Had all of King Arthur's knights, and they were all on the quest for the Holy Grail. And I remember looking at this picture of Sir Galahad, and, and, and he was kneeling, and— and light streaming over his face, and— I remember... thinking, uh, I could never go on a quest like that. Because I'm not clean. I mean, I w— I was just a little kid. You think... maybe I knew? I mean, deep down, that— I had... demon blood in me, and about the evil of it, and that I'm— wasn't pure? [...] It doesn't matter anymore. Because these trials... they're purifying me."

Dean pleaded with Sam not to kill himself in 8.23, and Sam agreed, asking, "How do I stop?"

These are the details Dean has prior to Sam falling into a coma. He believes that his brother wanted to commit suicide, but that he did change his mind and decide he wants to live.

Two other notable details:

First, Gadreel earns Dean's trust quickly by risking his ass to help Dean, and then on the phone (after being given the fake name "Ezekiel") Cas, relieved and pleased, vouches for Ezekiel. So Dean has no reason to suspect anything nefarious (and in fact, at this point, Gadreel doesn't have particularly nefarious intentions besides staying in hiding away from other angels).

Second, Dean is not the one who pleads with Sam to live in the dream sequence, getting him to say "Yes". It can't be Dean, because 1) "Dean's" face morphs into Gadreels which is clearly intended to indicate to us that this wasn't Dean speaking 2) If Gadreel was somehow projecting the real Dean into the conversation to give that speech, then Gadreel wouldn't be the one receiving the consent. It would truly be Dean receiving it and not just Gadreel pretending. Those words HAVE to come from Gadreel's mouth for the possession to work—not Dean's. We've seen angels morph into loved ones and mimic their voices perfectly several times.

With all that in mind:

After Gadreel pitches his plan to possess Sam, Dean immediately says it isn't his call to make—it's Sam's. It's after Gadreel shows him Sam falling back into the same suicidality from 8.23—wanting to die so that "no one else can get hurt because of me"—that Dean wavers. Still—at the end of the day, whether Sam agrees to live or not was never Dean's choice, and this is something I often see people get mixed up about. Dean doesn't get to choose whether Sam dies or not. It is still Sam who chooses to live. Sam does this by saying "Yes" to Gadreel. This could not have happened if Sam hadn't changed his mind about living. He doesn't know he's going to be possessed, but he has once again beaten back his suicidality and chosen to live. Sam still had hope in a good future.

Sam chose to live. He did not know he was going to be possessed. That's the issue. However, Dean did not intend to keep Gadreel's possession from Sam after it happened. Dean and Gadreel have this conversation upon leaving the hospital:

DEAN So? How's it look in there? EZEKIEL IN SAM’S BODY Not good. There is much work to be done. DEAN Yeah, but he's gonna wake up, right? EZEKIEL IN SAM’S BODY He will. DEAN So, what he does – what, is he gonna feel you inside, triaging his spleen? EZEKIEL IN SAM’S BODY He will not feel me, no. There is no reason for Sam to know I'm in here at all. DEAN You're joking. No, this is – this is too big. EZEKIEL IN SAM’S BODY And what will he do if you do tell him he is possessed by an angel? DEAN Well, he'll have to understand.

This conversation suggests that Dean's initial thought process was "We perform supernatural life-saving surgery". He just wanted to get Sam to a point where he'd wake up and they could talk. Like any situation with a relative in a coma, that person in a coma can't consent to surgery. The next of kin is the one who gives consent, because their loved one can't. They can only consent to a procedure if awake to do so. So Dean doesn't stop Gadreel from performing life saving surgery, but his intial belief and intent is that they'll put all of this back in Sam's hands when he's awake.

Up to this point, I don't actually have a problem with what Dean's done based on his knowledge. It's here at the end of the episode, where Gadreel convinces Dean to depart from his intial intent and stall, that in my opinion, the "Dean doing something wrong" part starts:

EZEKIEL IN SAM’S BODY And if he does not? Without his acceptance, Sam can eject me at any time, especially with me so weak. And if Sam does eject me, he will die. DEAN Then we keep it a secret for now. Or until Sam's well enough that he doesn't need an angelic pacemaker or I find a way to tell him. I - I... As for him being in a hospital, I'll have to figure something out. EZEKIEL IN SAM’S BODY I can erase it all, if you like. He will not remember any of this.

Dean doesn't feel good about it, but he agrees to keep quiet, because he's scared Sam will yet again make a suicidal play. Dean is riddled with guilt in the following episodes over lying to Sam, and in 9.08, Dean tries to tell Sam he's possessed, but Gadreel takes over Sam's body and stops him. Dean comes clean again in 9.09, only for Gadreel to stop Sam from receiving the news again.

So. Dean's mistake is lying to Sam. He shouldn't have lied to him. Point blank. At the same time, had Dean pushed the issue, would Gadreel have been willing to be expelled? Would he ever have allowed Dean to tell Sam the truth, from the moment he was... installed? Or was Dean screwed from the beginning, and was the idea that he got to choose any of this—any bit of it—really just... an illusion to keep Dean compliant with the possession that was keeping Gadreel under the radar?

Think about it for a second. Why did Gadreel ask Dean's permission? He didn't ever need Dean's permission to do any of this. He didn't need Dean's permission to trick Sam. He didn't need Dean's permission to remove Sam's memory of the hospital. He didn't need Dean's permission to keep the fact that he was possessing Sam a secret. He could have done every bit of this without asking. The problem was, Dean probably would have caught onto the disappearing angel act, and Gadreel would have had to get violent, and for the first part of season 9, Gadreel doesn't want to get violent! He just wants a place to lay low, and sees an opportunity to prove he's a good angel who helps humans—not just the angel who let the serpent into the garden. Getting Dean's "consent" might ease his own conscience about nonconsensual possession or be a way to keep Dean compliant or both, but ultimately, these are more questions worth weighing imo, because Supernatural loves to toy with the illusion that Dean has power in situations where he doesn’t, and in this case, he doesn't... actually have any power at all... does he?

That said, when it comes right down to it, Dean still did something wrong by helping keep the secret—by not trying to tell Sam the truth immediately because he was scared. And well. Okay. So what?

This is a show with characters who have good intentions but still make mistakes. As Cas will say about this later, "You were stupid for the right reasons". We get some great insights into the pitfalls that lead Dean down this path, and it's interesting to watch that happen and then later, see a broken mirror as Sam endeavors to prove through season 10 what Dean is willing to do can't touch what Sam is ultimately willing to do to keep Dean around.

Here's the thing—I don't believe for a single second that Sam wouldn't do the exact same thing in 9.01 had their positions been reversed. Sam and Dean have a conversation along these lines at the end of 9.13 "The Purge":

DEAN All right, you want to be honest? If the situation were reversed and I was dying, you'd do the same thing. SAM No, Dean. I wouldn't. Same circumstances...I wouldn't.

This genuinely wounds Dean and gets brought up a few times, but then in 9.23 when it's brought up for the last time in another context:

DEAN What happened with you being okay with this? SAM I lied.

Sam never gets the chance to do the exact same thing to Dean, but he has already gone behind Dean's back to try and save his life before. He's used Dean's death to justify doing things Dean begged him not to do on his behalf. He kept the case they were actually on under wraps as he inched toward a plan to turn himself and Dean into Frankenstein's monsters in 3.15 (and really the only reason it didn't work is that Sam got captured by Doc Benton and Dean had to save his ass, and then Sam morosely helped dig the grave). Sam went behind Dean's back directly against his wishes to threaten a crossroad's demon in 3.05. In season 10, he violates Dean's consent by removing the Mark of Cain from Dean's arm using the Book of the Damned, which not only requires an overt human sacrifice of Oskar and gets a woman named Suzie killed in "The Werther Project" because Sam refuses to heed her warnings, but also results in the apocalypse... and all of this was something Dean asked Sam not to do, and Sam did every bit of it to get his brother back, and while standing in the wreckage in 11.01, echoed Dean's line from 9.13, saying, "I would do it again". Dean signed the supernatural possession next-of-kin consent form, and the fallout was Kevin and Sam. Sam violated Dean's consent and tens of thousands of people died and he said he'd do it again while they died around him.

#also i got excited but xoxo 😘#season 9 #9.01 #gadreel #the flannel business #3.15 #3.05 #11.01 #9.13 #8.14 #9.08 #9.09 #mail

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iridescentdove · 9 months

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Akutagawa, Mori, Kouyo & Higuchi x Elysia! Reader

Elysia is the Herrscher of Human Ego in Honkai Impact. She is a girl as beautiful as dancing petals, and holds the power which is comparable to a God itself.

Her personality is cheerful and sweet-loving, Elysia cares about her friends and everyone else dearly. She's elegant, unique, and is a person who enjoys everything.

Soukoku, Atsushi & Ranpo Ver. ♡ Decay Of Angels Ver.

AKUTAGAWA RYUNOSUKE:

He'd be a curious lad, although not seeking much of his own personal interest because ... Dazai.

Then again, it's not unexpected you'd find a way to make even this guy fall for you. It takes time, but Akutagawa sees and uncovers the truth later on.

Honestly, surprised. A God? Really? But how? He's finally peaked some interest to see it for himself.

Wait holy shit you're so pretty i'm not ready for this–

He's gaping. Your aura is imperturbable, so omnipotent and strong. Yet, it found a hint of peace and tranquility as he felt safe and not ... terrified.

You're nicer than he thought. Given as the God of Humanity, maybe he shouldn't have been so on guard.

From there, you guys kicked it on. Albeit, slowly.

Akutagawa of course finds you beautiful. He's stole a few glances often, but refuses to admit it himself. Wouldn't say it out loud. At least not yet.

In the fight with Atsushi against Fitzgerald, you had come right on time.

And that man was no match for you. Akutagawa couldn't even believe his own eyes. You were the embodiment of power and grace.

You fought and destroyed without an ounce of anger.

Just purely going along. And he found himself just falling the moment you came down.

He's staring, with a certain look in his eyes no one has seen on him before. Was it...admiration? Softness?

You two had an actual convo. And his overflowing joy as you praised him so much, with words he always wished to hear from Dazai himself. But now, did he care?

Akutagawa loves you.

And he won't take shit from others who say otherwise. Let's just say Mori had no choice but to approve.

Privately is where he shows affection. You'd be in your God Form that he's in awe of, and just sits there quietly with you with a hand caressing your hair and outfit.

"Dazai is proud of you~" You said one day, both of you sitting at the foot of the bed. And he knew that. But...

Akutagawa simply shook his head. "He acknowledges me. However, it's no longer him I seek acceptance of." His heart beats fondly at the warm image of you.

"...It's you. Only you."

Sometimes regrets dating you seeing you dancing to WAP at 3am with Higuchi and Gin

OUGAI MORI:

Man you know this guy only likes children 12 years and below that.

But who says you couldn't adopt Elise by force

He was most likely against it at first, but well, you're...Elysia. That's all i need to say. Mori did warm up to the idea but found the thought of you in the mafia weird.

You're too kind. Too sweet. Too...colorful. But you assure you were only there to take care of Elise LMAO

He appreciates you playing with the blonde girl whenever he gets too busy, so he won't have to worry. Plus, Elise seems to really like you! Then maybe he should, as well.

Silently watches whenever you do your makeup, or look around for an outfit you find really cute.

Finds you endearing overtime.

He'd definitely try and ask you to be Elise's mom, and the fact you know he's a pedophile so you decline lmfao. BUT HE WON'T GIVE UP AHAHAHA

Dude would just smirk and go along with his day. But not without asking again later on, probably.

Though you're not from the Port Mafia, you know enough that many get hurt or even die due to the missions being given. As such, especially if it's Mori giving out orders.

So you've decided to become support! Yay!

If taken out on dangerous missions, you'd come with them and interfere if you must. You can heal as well.

...Without half killing them–

Mori's seen your God Form, definitely. It was during that one time their precious Yokohama nearly bombed down to a crisp ._.

He's lost it for the very first time, the strong, head-on facade teared down at the last moment.

There's not a day this man stops thinking about you.

Elise is always coddling your time, laughing at your jokes and playing dress up. He's learned to be used to your presence, and hopes that you'll accept him one day.

Funny enough, you did. He's happy about it. Now, you can spend your time as a happy and chaotic family <3

Tried to take you on a dangerous mission but you came out with Akutagawa and Higuchi without a single scratch.

Mori, just give up. That's a God.

OZAKI KOUYOU:

You were the first to approach. Seeing as if there had been nothing else to do, you decided to talk to her.

She was pretty! And also found you rather cute too.

Both of you just ended up liking each other overtime and started gushing about Kyouka, but anyways. It seems that it didn't take too long for her to warm up.

After all, it's a big sister's duty. You both often went to taste some good tea and sweets around Yokohama.

You knew of Kouyou's past - that strength of yours coming as a legitimate God, but then again, you don't bring it up and prefer to help in her healing process.

She's thankful for you, and probably had prayed to you when Kyouka had disappeared. She's that trustful.

But then again, you're not like them. Why shouldn't she?

You're extremely beautiful, perfectly strong. The times she'd seen you fight so elegantly was a sight to behold. It would never get old no matter how many times.

Honestly everyone is double shocked because you just obliterated everything without moving a single leg ._.

And yet again, Kouyou is fascinated and overwhelmed by your God Form. She'll never get sick of seeing it.

The way you transform into it is so stunning too.

You'll often spoil her with outfits and expensive tea just because you want to, your roles reversed. No matter what, you'd always be taking care of her.

She appreciates it. Having you around makes her heart flutter a certain way.

You're there, showing her so much kindness and being so gentle it nearly hurt. A holy being as you deserved much more than her.

But again, you're assuring her no one else is as amazing and perfect as she was in your eyes. You loved her.

Kouyou could only smile so genuinely. So bright. So this is the light? It sure has been a while.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all.

ICHIYOU HIGUCHI:

Akutagawa who? I only serve under (Y/N)

She and you are honestly the cutest couple ever. Where are the Higuchi stans? Damn this is unfair.

Higuchi first met you when you invited yourself into the base with a...is thAT AKUTAGAWA?! DEATHLY INJURED? She found no words to say at that moment.

You had taken him towards the nurse clinic, but not before staying to check if he was alright.

Higuchi alone found that strange. You weren't in the mafia.

Then how the hell did you manage to get past security, get all the way up without getting ambushed, and somehow get to Mori's office in one piece?

She saw you talking to Mori. You were carefree, sweet, and even gave him boxes of sweets claiming it's for everyone.

...Yes, she approached you herself. SLAY BESTIE

Although she planned it to be a simple interaction. It was anything about that. Because of that day, she learned so many things about you she never would have thought of.

You're a GOD?? OF HUMANITY?? YOU KNOW LITERALLY EVERYONE'S NAMES, FACES AND LOVE THEM ALL?

The fact you also claim to love her, Higuchi just stops responding and goes red.

But by the time she realizes her emotions...well...

That happened.

Congratulations, you've earned a 100% faithful follower. Higuchi thinking 'mommy' everytime she sees you in your God Form is now canon

She doesn't even need to worry. You're strong in every way, and have the entire world on your side.

Higuchi has thrown Akutagawa away <3 bye bye Sanemi

All in all, she's literally become your number one fan beside the rat ass Fyodor. She's there for you, and you're there for her. The sweetest couple ever.

She loves complimentng you, while both of you sit on the couch watching TV late at night.

And don't forget cuddles and sneaking kisses. Top Higuchi

Man i love her sm, i got carried away. Higuchi believes that you were meant to be together forever, and that she would protect your life on earth no matter the cost.

#bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #honkai #elysia!reader #bsd x honkai #bungou stray dogs #honkai hcs #akutagawa x reader #mori ougai #higuchi ichiyo #bsd kouyou

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Digimon & mythology: angel Digimon

The Digital World is a dangerous place, with plenty of demon lords, monsters, and villains just waiting to unleash their power. But there is light to counterbalance the darkness and the ranks of the angel Digimon will fight back against evil. The angels of Digimon are based on Christian angelology, the theological study of angels form a Christian viewpoint. Christian angelology is of course based on the older Jewish angelology, but Digimon pulls much more from the Christian version. Christian angelology traditionally has a hierarchy that appears to have been invented by the 5th century author, theologist, and philosopher Pseudo-Dionysus, who mixed existing beliefs about angels with neoplatonic philosophy to create his hierarchy. The name Pseudo-Dionysus is because he identifies himself as Dionysus to try to portray himself as a character of that name from the book of Acts, but modern scholars generally agree that even if the guy from Acts existed (debatable given the heavily fictionalized nature of Acts), the author wasn’t him. The hierarchy of angels is usually given in three spheres consisting of three ranks each. From lowest to highest they are angels, archangels, principalities, powers, virtues, dominions, thrones, cherubim, and seraphim. Most angel Digimon are associated with one of these ranks, though some fall outside of this system. I’ll give more context on each rank as they come up.

Like in the original mythology, angel Digimon answer to God. What God is in the Digital World is very vague and inconsistent across the different entries in the franchise. Most of what we get is that it’s a being of goodness that rules the angel Digimon and wants what’s best for the Digital World. In different parts of the franchise, God has been identified as a human programmer, Huanglongmon of the Holy Beasts, and as the computer system that the Digital World exists with. More modern takes on the franchise have an AI computer system named Yggdrasil as the ruler of the Digital World, which fills the role of God, but is usually not depicted as being a purely benevolent being. In fact, Yggdrasil tends to be a villain whenever it shows up. God also dwells in the kernel. The kernel is the core of the Digital World and location where all the data is computed, yet it may also exist in a higher dimension above the Digital World. All angel Digimon come from the kernel and live there when they aren’t sent out on missions. The kernel is very much supposed to be the heaven of the Digital World, though in an earlier sense of what heaven was supposed to be. In the oldest forms of Judaism, heaven was the dwelling place of God and the angels, but wasn’t an afterlife. Instead, all humans went to Sheol, a poorly described state or place, regardless of what they did in life. It wasn’t until the second temple period after the Persians conquered the Babylonians who had themselves conquered the Hebrews that the idea of a divided afterlife entered Judaism, one of many idea adopted from the Persian religion of Zoroastrianism. Heaven was converted into the good afterlife, expanding on its previous role as God’s home. The kernel doesn’t act as a Digimon afterlife because Digimon reincarnate in most settings.

I will discuss each angel Digimon, going from Child/Rookie to Ultimate/Mega levels. While God operates through more Digimon than just the angel Digimon, including Sakuyamon, Kuzuhamon, Kongoumon, and maybe Shakamon (if God = Yggdrasil), I will only be going over the angels because this post is going to be long enough already. Most demonic Digimon are either implicitly or explicitly fallen angel Digimon. If one of the angel Digimon has a specific fallen angel counterpart I’ll mention it, but I won’t be going into detail on them. It is worth noting that almost all the angel Digimon are based on the winged human depiction of angels. Angels in the texts of the Abrahamic religions are instead described as completely bizarre beings, usually with way too many eyes (though at least some of them can choose to appear human). The winged human depiction was popular by at least early Christianity, with the earliest known depiction being attributed to the 370s-390s BCE. Given that Digimon are born out of data generated by humans, it’s likely because the winged human depictions are so popular that angel Digimon also take that shape.

The lowest member of the angelic hierarchy is the only Child/Rookie level angel, Luxmon. Luxmon was only introduced earlier this year so it doesn’t have much lore, but it does act as a great starting point for any angel Digimon line. It is so pure and innocent that it doesn’t realize when it’s being lied to, which means demonic Digimon of its level like Impmon and PicoDevimon/DemiDevimon will bully it. Like other members of its level, Luxmon is not very powerful, but they can fight against strong foes by using teamwork. Angel Digimon are often depicted as being stronger than the average member of their level. Luxmon is clearly designed to look like a younger Angemon and it worked. I think it’s a good design that captures both the angel aspect while also making it look like a little kid.

In the Adult/Champion level, we have Angemon. I believe it is the first angel Digimon in the franchise and the one on which all others are ultimately based. It is a being of virtue that brings happiness, though it is also relentless in the battle against evil. Each angel Digimon has a certain role in the angelic hierarchy and Angemon’s job is to lead other angelic Digimon in the fight against evil. It wields a quarterstaff called the holy rod. An Angemon who falls becomes a Devimon, which retains its role as a leader, it just leads evil Digimon instead of good ones. Angemon’s design is a classic and a great example of a Digimon that just looks like a human in a costume, but still feels different. Angemon is likely the most powerful of the Adult/Champion level angels and is often depicted as being far more powerful than its level would indicate. This is especially true in Digimon Adventure, where it was easily capable of beating Digimon a whole level higher than it.

Pidmon is a variant of Angemon that ranks lower in the hierarchy, but is of similar power. Its design is a recolor of Angemon with a different staff and only one pair of wings. Many of the angel Digimon’s lore states that the number of wings an angel Digimon has indicates its rank in the hierarchy so the two-winged Pidmon ranks lower than the six-winged Angemon. This is not a hard and fast rule, as multiple angel Digimon have fewer wings than their rank would indicate. Pidmon’s role in the hierarchy is to destroy evil, presumably making it a major member of the forces that Angemon leads. Its name comes from Cupid, the Roman god of desire, attraction, affection, and erotic love. While a roman god seems like an odd inspiration for the very Christian-inspired angel Digimon, there could be a roundabout reference here. The winged baby statues that are often called cherubs are actually called putti and depict Cupid. Somewhere along the line some wires got crossed and the name of a rank of angel got applied to the putti statue.

Darcmon is the last angel of this level and the fort one to appear feminine. Its four wings presumably place it between Pidmon and Angemon. It is heavily combat focused and takes the role of vanguard and advanced force in the angel army. Given their descriptions we can get an idea that in the angel army Pidmon make up the majority of soldiers, Darcmon are the advance fore that go straight to the front lines, and Angemon are the leaders. Darcmon is a reference to Jeanne D’Arc, better known to English speakers as Joan of Arc. She was a 15th century French military leader who claimed to receive visions from angels and saints. She was convicted of heresy and executed, but the Catholic church later revoked the conviction and declared her a saint. She referred to herself as la pucelle, the maiden, which became the name of one of Darcmon’s attacks. I think Darcmon is severely underutilized for how cool her design is as far as I know, she has two anime appearances, one of which wasn’t actually a Darcmon but a villain in disguise.

Luxmon, Pidmon, Darcmon, and Angemon are all classified as angel Digimon, which equates them to the lowest rung of the traditional hierarchy. Angel is used both to refer to the beings as a whole but also the lowest rank in the hierarchy. Their role it to act as announcers. They appear is scriptures to make various announcements, usually to humans.

The first angel Digimon of the Perfect/Ultimate level is HolyAngemon, renamed in English to MagnaAngemon. It has eight wings, placing it above Angemon. It has two forms: its regular form and HolyAngemon Priest Mode, which have different roles. Overall, HolyAngemon acts as the law enforcement of the angels, supervising and surveying the others to keep them within the bounds of their missions and try to catch any who fall. HolyAngemon Priest Mode is said to be the from it spends most of its time in. In this form, it spends its time acting as a spokesperson for God and goodness in general. When darkness arrives, it changes into its combat form to take up arms against evil. Ironically, despite Priest Mode being the form it’s supposed to spend most of its time in, this form is almost never seen in Digimon Media, being a long-time inmate of V-Tamer jail. HolyAngemon bears the sword Excalibur, an obvious reference to King Arthur.

HolyAngemon

HolyAngemon Priest Mode

Next is Angewomon, who also has eight wings. She is a being of utmost beauty with an extremely kind personality. Her role is to try to redeem evil Digimon. By showing kindness and grace, she can bring Digimon back from the path of evil. However is a Digimon cannot be redeemed, she will attack and show that she is an extremely powerful combatant. She is often depicted as being equal in power to HolyAngemon A fallen Angewomon becomes a LadyDevimon, who is as cruel and wicked as Angewomon is kind and benevolent. The two species despise each other. Angewomon is one of the most popular Digimon for a very good reason. Her design is a classic and stands out among all the other “sexymon” designs out there. Angewomon has an x-antibody form which is fine. It’s overdesigned and unnecessary, but if that’s all I can say about an x-antibody form, it’s one of the good ones.

Angewomon

Angewomon X

HolyAngemon and Angewomon are both classified as archangel Digimon. Archangels are the second lowest in the hierarchy and their job is to make declarations. The idea of archangels being the highest rank of angel seems to come from the epic poem Paradise Lost and confusion over the name. “arch-“ means “chief” or “first” so people mistakenly assumed that the chief angels were the highest rank. Despite this, Michael (who is explicitly an archangel and the only one ever called that in the bible) is often seen as God’s second in command even by clerical sources, furthering the confusion. A very common idea is that there are four or seven archangels with different names and roles. Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael are almost always among their number, but the identities of the rest vary depending on tradition. Worth nothing is the Digimon Bagramon, a former archangel. He ruled over death in the Digital World before rebelling and falling. This would equate him to the angel of death, a figure who transports the souls of the dead to the afterlife and is usually named Azrael.

Also at the Perfect/Ultimate level is ArkhaiAngemon. It is of equal rank to HolyAngemon and Angewomon and does have eight wings. Unlike its fellows, ArkhaiAngemon is a more defensive and support fighter, allowing it to protect its subordinates and command them in battle using ingenious strategies. ArkhaiAngemon is driven by a concern for others, which leads it to interact with other Digimon more than its fellows. It frequently employs non-angel Digimon as familiars who fight on its behalf. It wields its own version of Angemon’s holy rod, which can release a flame that alternately harm and protect. While being of equal rank to HolyAngemon and Angewomon (and its name being a corruption of “archangel”), ArkhaiAngemon is identified as a principality, the rank above archangel. Their job is to guide and protect organizations, whether they be nations, groups of people, or other institutions. This fits with ArkhaiAngemon guiding and protecting its subordinates.

At the Ultimate/Mega level, we have SlashAngemon, a badass angel made of swords. It is the leader of the angel army and the ultimate military commander of the angel Digimon. It is stern and serious and cuts down evil without hesitation. It has 8 wings, but this is the level where the wings = rank thing starts breaking down.

Another militant angel of this level is LovelyAngemon. She is a cheerful and fashionable angel whose cuteness and charm belies the fact that she is the foremost close combat expert amongst the angel Digimon. It has the data of multiple styles of martial arts within its code, making it a martial artist is extremely powerful punches. Interestingly, LovelyAngemon has no wings.

SlashAngemon is identified as a power, the rank of angel above principalities and the first of the second sphere. They are granted the power over evil forces, restraining demons from hurting humans. They also oversee human authorities such as kings. The power over evil thing fits SlashAngemon. As the leader of the angel army, it is the one who commands the fight against evil. LovelyAngemon is not identified with any rank of angel, but given she is a combat specialist, I would guess she’s heavily involved in the fight against evil and is therefore likely a power.

ClavisAngemon bears a key called the key (very original) which can unlock any lock in the Digital World. Only ClavisAngemon can use the key and it appears that the angel is part of the key rather than a separate being holding it. ClavisAngemon’s duty is to guard the zenith gate, the gate that separates the Digital World from realms beyond. As the kernel is in a higher dimension than the Digital World, it would seem that ClavisAngemon guards the passage to the kernel and only lets angel Digimon through. It can bring the entire power of the Digital World down on an enemy that tries to break through the gate. ClavisAngemon has six wings and is identified as a virtue, the rank above powers. Virtues are supposed to govern over the elements, bring natural events like storms and wind. They are also associated with movement and assist in creating miracles. There isn’t much of a connection to ClavisAngemon, but it may be related to another story. In the Adam and Eve story, after the two are ejected from the garden an angel is assigned to guard the entrance and prevent them from getting back in. That sounds more like ClavisAngemon’s role than anything else. Clavis is Latin for “key” so the Digimon named key carries a key named the key.

Next up is Dominimon and Games Workshop is looking at those pauldrons with envy and fear. It falls outside of the angelic chain of command and is a rare being that only appears when the balance between light and darkness is severely disrupted. Its purpose is protect other angel Digimon and destroy evil at all costs. It has no sense of self-preservation and will throw itself into deadly situations or use a special move to empower other angel Digimon at the cost of its own life without hesitation. Because of how rarely one appears and their self-destructive tendencies, very few have ever actually seen a Dominimon and many think they are mere legends. It wields the sword Final Excalibur, a powered-up version of HolyAngemon’s Excalibur. Despite falling outside of the angelic chain of command, Dominimon is identified as a dominion, the rank of angel above virtues and the last of the second sphere. Their purpose is to govern the motions of stars, planets, and other celestial objects. Not a whole lot of connection to Dominimon there. Dominimon has ten wings.

Another angel Digimon that doesn’t follow the normal chain of command is Mastemon. It is an anomaly that is a fusion of an Angewomon and her fallen counterpart LadyDevimon, making her a living enemies-to-lovers lesbian relationship unprecedented merging of light and darkness that only appeared when the Digital World faced a threat so great it forces angel and fallen angel Digimon to work together to stop it. While firmly benevolent, Mastemon commands both holy and evil powers and can command both angel and fallen angel Digimon. It is a master strategist and only it uniting the forces of good and evil saved the Digital World from that unspecified threat. Mastemon does not correspond to any mythical rank of angel and has 12 wings, half white and half black. This is a clear reference to Lucemon, who was the greatest of the angel Digimon before falling and becoming the greatest of all demon lords. Lucemon also has 12 wings that are half white and half black. In his case, this symbolizes him being trapped between his original benevolent self and his new evil self. Lucemon and Mastemon are both angelic being between good and evil, but Lucemon is malevolent while Mastemon is benevolent. I don’t think there’s been any media comparing the two, but it’s a great story idea. The name comes from Mastema, a demon or fallen archangel in some Jewish texts identified as a bringer of disaster and evil. I suppose there’s some connection with Mastemon only existing due to a disaster, but it’s tenuous.

This too is yuri

Rasielmon is the first angel Digimon to not just be a winged human. She’s still mostly human, but with some cat-like features. It once held the same rank as the more powerful Ofanimon, but no longer does for unknown reasons. Rasielmon resides within the kernel and has the power to foresee anything in the Digital World as long as it remains there. This makes it one of the most knowledgeable Digimon. It commands the godai, the five elements of Japanese Buddhism: earth, fire, water, wind, and void. Rasielmon also has an attack called Sefer Raziel, named after the Kaballah text Sefer Raziel HaMalakh. This text claims to teach magic and cites Raziel, angel of secrets and a teacher of wisdom, as the most powerful angel. Rasielmon being based on an angel associated with secrets and knowledge certainy fith with it being able to see the entire Digital World. If Rasielmon falls, she becomes Raguelmon. Raguelmon was shunned for its knowledge and became a nihilist. It still seems to care for angel Digimon in a twisted way as it can sense when an angel Digimon is close to falling and will try to prevent it by killing them first. Raguelmon is named after Raguel, an angel of justice who keeps demons in check. Raguelmon’s actions can certainty be seen as a twisted version of justice and preventing of evil.

Rasielmon

Raguelmon

We have reached the top, the zenith of the angelic Digimon, the Three Archangels. These three are the most powerful of all angel Digimon, charged with enacting God’s will and guarding the kernel from all who would threaten it. The first of the three is Ofanimon (English: Ophanimon). She is the ultimate form of feminine angel Digimon and her duty is to impart God’s love on the Digital World. It nurtures and protects other Digimon and wishes to see them do good, but it can and will fight against evil. It has 10 wings. Ofanimon has an x-antibody form which is pretty good as far as x-antibody forms go, but still overdesigned. If Ofanimon becomes enraged at the seemingly-endless amount of evil in the Digital World, it will become Ofanimon Falldown Mode. It has closed its heart and become a dark avenger, nipping evil in the bud by attacking Digimon with the potential to become evil. It seeks to establish a world of absolute justice where evil is destroyed before it has the chance to take root. An Ofanimon who falls even further will become Lilithmon.

Ofanimon

Ofanimon Falldown Mode Mommy? Sorry, mommy? Sorry, mommy?

Ofanimon X

Rasielmon and Ofanimon are both classified as ophanim, the class of angel above dominions. Also called thrones, they serve either as the wheels of the throne of God, or the throne itself. They are also charged with chanting glorias and maintaining the harmony of universal laws. These guys are the classically weird biblically accurate angels. They are depicted as flaming wheels within wheels covered in eyes. The idea of gods having wheeled thrones was common in the ancient Middle East, with multiple cultures depicting their gods seated on such. Ofanimon bears no resemblance to a wheel, but her shoulder pads take the shape of wheels and Ofanimon X balances on a wheel.

Next is Cherubimon Virtue, which is the only fully non-human of the angel Digimon. It looks instead like a humanoid rabbit with no wings. It is the ultimate holy beast and its duty is to protect and impart God’s wisdom. Because Cherubimon Virtue stands at the zenith of divine virtue, it is easily stained by the inverse and can fall to become Cherubimon Vice, a thoroughly evil creature that embodies sin and wickedness just as its Virtue form embodies the opposite. Both forms can call down lightning as a form of divine judgement. Cehrubimon is based on the cherubim, the rank of angel above the ophanim. Their role is to accompany God when he travels. Cherubim are another bizarre-looking angel and while they don’t look like rabbits there is an association with animals that fits Cherubimon being a holy beast. Cherubim have four faces: a human, an ox (representing domesticated animals), a lion (representing wild animals), and an eagle (representing birds). They also have four wings, four arms, hooved legs, and are covered in eyes. Frankly, one of those would have been a lot cooler as a Digimon than a big rabbit. There is a reference to the faces of the cherubim, but it’s in Ofanimon not Cerubimon. Her helmet has the heads of the three animals on it. Both forms of Cherubimon have x-antibody variants which are classically x-antibody. That is not a compliment.

Cerubimon Virtue (left) and Vice (right)

Cherubimon Virtue X (left) and Vice X (right)

The final angel Digimon is Seraphimon. It returns to the winged human design, but is entirely covered in armor and has 10 golden wings. It is the most powerful of the angels and the closest of all Digimon to God. As the highet-ranking angel, it is the one ultimately in charge of all others. It is also the ultimate masculine angel and its duty is to enforce Gods laws. Legends say that when the final battle between good and evil comes, Seraphimon will descend to the Digital World and purify everything. Its ultimate ability is to sacrifice its life to restart the world. If a Seraphimon becomes overwhelmed with resentment it will become a BlackSeraphimon (English name: ShadowSeraphimon). It is still redeemable in this state, but if not redeemed in time, it will fall and become a Demon (as in the Digimon named Demon, not just some demon). Seraphimon is based on the cherubim, the highest rank of angel in Christian Angelology. Their role is to stand around the throne of God chanting “holy, holy, holy” and are also charged with anointing. The word “seraph” means “burning” and was often used to describe snakes (possibly referencing the burning sensation of snake venom). As a result, seraphim are often depicted either as snakes or as being on fore or made of fire. All depictions give them six wings, which are sometimes used to cover their body to protect humans from seeing their power. Seraphimon covering its entire body with armor could be a reference to this. Seraphimon being the ultimate masculine Digimon to Ofanimon's ultimate feminine Digimon could be a reference to systems like Kabbalah and some forms of Gnosticism assigning different magical powers or holy virtues to males and females.

Seraphimon

BlackSeraphimon

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Tensions: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Fem! POC Reader Part 1

AN: Holy shit I really didn’t expect my first Ghost fic to blow up 🥹 thank y’all so much!! 🙏 Reader isn’t a specific race, but I wanted to make this fic POC friendly since I dont see them very much and don’t want anyone to feel left out! this is part one to a two part fic, this is more for story building and sexual tension that translates to both Ghost and the reader to be a mix of aggressive and awkwardly nice to each other lmao. I hope you like it! The next to be published will be a smut fic so do not worry!! Adios, cochinos y cochinas -w- 💕

Warnings: harsh language, sexual tension, and Soap being that friend that teases you for having a crush

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Simon watched the sun brighten up your irises, allowing him to fully take in its color. The golden hour sunlight that illuminated your face was enough to take knock the wind out of his chest for a moment. The briefest moment. Like taking a glance at a genuine Van Gogh; he wanted to stare longer, but he wasn’t going to let any of the team have any fuel to fire him up with later on.

You, on the other hand, were staring at the vast, dry land surrounding you as the sun began to set. You raised your brow a bit as you heard Soap chuckle, “A journalist, aye?”

You gave a small smile, turning your attention to the Scott sitting across from you right next to his large, stoic partner, “Yes. But with my mother being a veteran and my father being overprotective, I’ve got decent enough skills to defend myself. With and without fists.”

Soap smirked, “Your folks were right to prepare you with such skills, lass. If I ever had a daughter as beautiful as yourself, I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same.”

Ghost took note of the small muscle twitch in your face. Flattery. He wasn’t the best with compliments, especially towards a woman, so he chose another route. “I’m guessing that’s why Price trusts you with that then,” he asked while nodding at the large AR strapped to your back.

Your eyes widened a bit at his question. Not because it was a dumb question, far from it, but because you hadn’t heard his voice so clear the entire mission. Today was spent with Price and Alejandro as they watched your back while you gathered info from Hassan’s men at a brief luncheon put together purely for public appearances. The only time you ever heard Ghost’s gravely voice was through your ear piece which, for you, was only able to communicate with your team and not Ghost himself.

You pushed the little flutter in your stomach to the back of your mind as you smiled more and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

‘He talked to me?!’

Soap chuckled, “You seem a bit too sweet for an environment like this one, aye lass? You’re writing an article on us or something?”

Before you could even open your mouth, Price quickly cut in from the drivers seat, “Ah ah, don’t answer that, Y/N. Sorry, boys, that’s confidential information. All I can tell you is that their material has no connections to Graves, and Y/N was approved by Laswell herself. All you need to know is to protect and treat her like you would any other soldier….maybe be a bit more emphasis on protective though.”

Almost everyone on the truck let out groans and scoffs of protest and annoyance at not being allowed to know anything, earning a chuckle from you, “I’ll answer your first question if you want. You might be right about being too sweet, but I promise I know there’s a time and a place. I’ll take down whoever I need to just like the rest of you. If it means doing what’s right then I will gladly do so by any means. That’s why I’m a journalist with the military.”

Under the mask, Ghost gave a small smirk; amused at the class used to shut down Soap’s comment. Sure, he liked looking at pretty people, but when they were smart like you? It made him feel something a little more than a simple physical appeal. Now, he definitely wanted to know more. Even if it was just your favorite color.

Alejandro laughed next to you and nudged your arm, “She’s got bigger balls than you, hermano! You should’ve seen how she took down a guard that was following her. Pendejo got exactly what he deserved after messing with La Demonia.”

Ghost let out a huff through his nose, “Demon? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

You playfully stuck your tongue out at him and smirked, “And I’ll believe you deserve the title Lieutenant when I see you in action.”

A mix of laughter and oohs filled the truck as it approached closer to the safe house. Ghost glared a bit, “Real mature. We’ll see who’s top cock soon enough, book worm.”

Soap snickered, “Cock..”

You rolled your eyes while Ghost gave another quick glare, “That’ll do, Sargent.”

“Yes, sir.”

8:20 PM

Gentle hums came to a close as you yawned and stretched out as much as you could at your desk. You bit the tip of your thumb as you read over the information that’d just been freshly edited before crossing your arms and nodding, “Nice. They can just add whatever else they need if they want.” Satisfied, you walked over to the shower, allowing your muscles to relax under the luke warm water while you thought of that brooding shadow in the corner of that truck from today.

Your brow furrowed, ‘Tch. Bookworm? And he’s mocking my maturity? Fuck off.’

The suds of your shampoo ran over your eyelids as you gave a close eyed glare to the ceiling. You’d just met him but you already had such mixed feelings. Did you really hurt his ego over something he started? Is he that fragile? Or was what you said truly hurtful? You washed your face like you wish you could wash that whole experience out of your memory.

‘Great….ugh I totally fucked up my chances to be on his good side or anything else with him.’

A hot stinging sensation ran through your body as you tried to scrub away the embarrassment and ‘shame’.

‘No, whatever. I don’t need him. It’s better we have that distance. That way when he finally kicks the bucket I can get more shit done. At least I get to go home alive.’

You stopped and winced at your feet in disgust. Your stomach twisted at the feel of your heart dropping a bit, “That was low, Y/N….god, what the fuck is wrong with me.”

The intensity of adrenaline fueled frustration and ego deflation on your part made you lower than you assumed him to have been. Your unnecessary harshness had gotten the better of you and you were glad that you didn’t utter a word of your empty insult. However, it simply irked you even more than you had no clue why you were so frustrated.

Being a journalist meant you had to have thick skin. Being apart of the military made that an even harsher fact; maybe even more so when it came to emotions. You’d never had this problem before. After all the racial slurs and issues, religious righteousness protests and massacres, misogynistic, and god only knows anything else under the sun that you’ve heard and written about….this bothered you to this extent? There was no way.

Running one last rinse over your face, you deeply inhaled and sighed, ‘Don’t jump so fast to conclusions…it was just some friendly competition. You’re overthinking it….I hope. I hope he’ll still let me interview him….HEY!”

Simultaneously

8:20 PM

Ghost stood tall and alert on the second floor’s living room balcony. His rifle rested on his shoulder, at his side while he replayed the interaction between the two of you with his arms crossed. Being the Lieutenant, of course he already knew what you were here for. You were here to document the betrayal of Graves and the partnership between Graves and Sin Nombre and formally report the progress of the teams missions after separating from Graves.

Price was going to tell the team your purpose until Laswell preferred to render the team innocent of their knowledge of you. “Who knows what they’ve already said about us to the other ranks,” she said. Ghost agreed with her idea by saying he’d rather be the one to go down if he was ever interrogated before anyone else, as did Price. That’s how they were going to keep it until Laswell said otherwise. So here he was, right above your room keeping an eye on the area in the shadows while Soap guarded the other side of the building.

“Lt. how copy.”

Ghost shifted his weight as he responded, “Copy. What is it Johnny? See something?”

“We’re all clear on the East and South side. I doubt we’ll see anyone for a while.”

“I wouldn’t count on it.”

“Right…Look, I’m not asking to know more, but-“

“You heard Price. Anything about that woman’s line of work is confidential, Johnny.”

Soap chuckled a little, “I know, but I was going to ask if you know what she’s here for.”

“I don’t know why. An article maybe.”

“Looked like you had cute enough banter.”

Ghost glared ahead, “Easy, Sargent.

“Not interested in her like that, I see? She’s cute enough, yeah?”

The Lieutenant stayed silent as he remembered the way your lips rubbed your lip balm on themselves before slightly parting and shining in that golden orange light. If you had an actual rank, a relationship might get the two of you in trouble. But in this circumstance, although not out of the question, he wasn’t going to let himself get so close to someone he’d barely known. He’d never admit it, but it he did have an interest in you. Even if it came off weird or aggressive.

“…Keep an eye on the perimeter, Mactavish. One more hour till the switch.”

Soap chuckled, “Yes, sir.”

As Ghost released his response button, he heard your voice below the balcony floor, “Hey, Lieutenant Ghost! Can I meet you up there? I have a quick question!”

‘Bloody fuckin hell, what does she want. Hm. Take it easy, maybe.’

Before he could even give you a response, he hear your feet quickly running out and up the stairs. As you approached him from the bedroom door behind him, he didn’t bother to spare you a second glance, “Keep your voice down. Is Captain Price not around to answer your question?”

You noted the hint of annoyance in his voice and tried your best not to bark back and shook your head with a smile, “I was wondering if I could get a few words from you? I want to get some scrap material in case I ever get permission to go public with this. Obviously it’s not up to me, but you know what I mean.”

Ghost stared ahead with dull, deadened eyes,“No. I don’t.”

An irritated, slow sigh left your nose. His large body in the balcony doorway, made the moonlight split. He looked like a phantom king with a cape made of souls he’d taken in his life; casting your body in shadow. It swallowed you whole just like the intimidatingly prideful aura he oozed when you first met him. It made you feel small and stupid. Almost like he was making fun of you. Is that what he wanted?

You bit the inside of your lip and tried, “Can I ask you some questions?”

Ghost noticed how tense he was and just how shallow he was breathing once you spoke again. He turned around, his voice harsh and hard as stone, “No.”

Though it wasn’t an unusual response, you still felt like you’d been punched in the gut. Attempting to remain as composed as possible, you nodded and made your way to the door, “I understand. I apologize for distracting you. See you in the morning.”

Before you were completely out, he turned and quickly spoke, “Oi.”

The embarrassment burned your face at the speed of which you turned back around, “Yeah?”

The world was swallowing you whole once again as Ghost walked over to you and checked his watch before nodding, “We’ll talk in 55. Think you’ll still be up by then?”

‘I hate you, Simon Riley.’

You were trying so fucking hard not to grin and giggle like a lovesick teen at his approval, “Definitely. I’ll try to interview whoever’s available while I wait for you.”

Ghost nodded, “Alright then;” in an attempt to ease the tension equal to waiting for a bomb to set off…he harshly patted your back the way you would a dog. Unfortunately, it was too hard as you involuntarily grunted and stumbled forward a bit.

Unsure of what else to do, the man stared at you before slowly going back to the balcony, “…See you later, Ghost.”

“Yep.”

‘I hate you Y/N L/N.’

While the two of you separately calmed down from the suffocating claustrophobia of being around each other, you glared at your feet from the warmth between your legs, ‘Fucker. You’re gonna drive me crazy.’

Ghost looked around, quickly trying to divert his attention away from the unfamiliar feelings in his chest and the tightness in his pants back to being on guard. ‘Damn, bookworm. Having you on this team was a bloody fucking mistake.’

The Lieutenant stared in the distance as he radioed, “Johnny, how copy.”

A coyote howled in the distance.

“Ghost, how copy. Movement detected?”

“No. All clear. But I made a mistake.”

“Er…come again? You made a mistake?”

“Yeah. I talked to Y/N.”

Soap let out a heavy sigh and Ghost could mentally see the way his comrade was rubbing the space between his brows, “Christ…and? Does she hate you now?”

Ghost leaned against the wall with his free arm resting on his gun, “Can’t say…but I liked talking to her.”

Soap’s eyes widened and he began to beam for his stoic friend, “Alright, Lt! I guess you do have a way with words.”

The large masked man dryly scoffed, “Not in the slightest. That’s my only skill I’m lacking in. But that’s the problem. She’s too charming. We should keep a close eye on her.”

Soap chuckled, “Sounds like your overreacting, Lt. The lass is soft as a wee feather.”

“Hm. More incentive to watch our backs, wouldn’t you think? Look at who just betrayed us, after all.”

A bit defeated, Soap hummed, “Good point. I won’t worry too much quite yet, but I got your back, Lt.”

Ghost’s ears perked up when he heard your voice through the radio, “Good evening, Sargent Mactavish! Do you have a moment?”

“Have a fun interview.”

Soap chuckled, “It’ll be better than yours, that’s for sure. Soap out.”

Your voice rang in Ghost’s ears. The absence of warmth in his arms and loss of your scent aggravated him out of confusion and frustration. You were a distraction. One he didn’t mind having around. But you made him feel things he’s never felt before. Being a man of tactic and strategy, he was used to knowing his opponents moves before they even executed them. And then you spoke to him. He knew you meant no harm, he knew it. But what the hell were these feelings? Anxiety? Fear? Annoyance? Was it hatred or something else? If it was then why was his body having these reactions?

He didn’t know. And if there’s one thing Ghost hates more than anything, it’s not knowing how to approach a target.

That never lasted long though.

‘You’ll be the last mistake I ever make.’

Deep in his mind, something lurked. Made his heart ache and race all at once.

‘If you even are one…’

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Splinter.

So, Bishop gets real mad cuz our boi JY0B2 has been behaving like a maniac and refusing orders ever since he went MIA for 3 days and like, are you even aware of how much money he spent on this motherfucker? How much time he invested in turning his mind into mush?? Only for this dumbass with a NUT for a brain get all fussy all over again??? It's diving him crazy. Not happy like, at ALL. He talked back, questioned orders, and even flat out refused to obey basic commands like, I don't know, eat your fucking ration??? To avoid dying??? It was honestly embarassing, and the team had to start treating him like a wild horse.

He'd tried everything, from punishing to bargaining, but nothing seems to work. And with his brain being a nut and all, bringing up his family doesn't even have much of an effect anymore. Specially now that they're all dead. Oh yeah, that. I should talk abt that.

When Bishop FINALLY decided to send people to investigate the Hamato case, they were too late. There wasn't anyone in the locations given by subject JY0B2. And the man he claimed to be persecuting his clan told him the same story, but on the inverse so like. Who to believe. It wasn't his problem so Bishop just left it at that and washed his hands of this case. Japan was out of his jurisdiction anyways and he was already busy with America's mystic shit.

So bringing up his fam wasn't an option, and that was one of his only bargaining chips. He could try and put the hitman through mind conditioning again as a disciplinary action but. The paperwork. Ugh. Not to mention the adaptation time after that.

Meanwhile having a rat as his best friend gave human Yoshi a purpose. He saved little treats for his rodent friend whenever he got fed and told it all about what was in his mind. Which was, admitedly, not much; he was confused most of the time. But it was nice having someone to whisper sassy commentary of daily life to.

At some point human Yoshi remembered he had a soul. Well, half of it. But he still had his spirit whole! And wondered if he could give a piece of it for Yoshi the rat. Because it'd be more fun if his best friend could talk to him aside from understanding. So he did that, gave a small part of himself for the lil rodent. And it worked! He could understand its squeaks!

Yoshi the rat gaining self awareness, picture taken within the process:

Yoshi the rat felt self awareness for the first time in his entire 1 and a half years of existence. He existed and was perceived. Wowzies. Holy shit, his human looked like crap. Grooming him would be hard work due to his size, but he was persistent. The human chuckled. They'd talk after missions, after experiments, after disciplinary sessions. Yoshi the rat was worried for his friend, so he often spied on that Bishop guy to see if he could find a way to help his human.

The guy was talking about mystic energy harnessing, and Yoshi was surprised when he understood what that meant. Huh. Curious. Well, it was bad. Meant his human would scream and cry again, maybe die, so he better get him the fuck out.

Yoshi's human was stubborn and didn't want to leave, saying that was all he knew, but Yoshi knew better. He had a family waiting for him, far deep in a forest, where sunlight was soft and air was pure. The human seemed to vaguely recall something like that, so he did as Yoshi told him and ran away. Wasn't easy with all the security, but they managed. They hid in the sewers and Yoshi was so very happy to see his family again.

They weren't like him, not since he changed, but he loved them all the same. For a while, things were good. Yoshi the rat and family brought Yoshi the human food and warmed him in cold nights and groomed him if he was too dirty. He started to remember things again, like how to use his power for something other than killing. To nurture and raise, even if it was just a bunch of rats. And day by day Yoshi remembered more bits and pieces of better days, and told those stories to his human, who in turn became more and more enthusiastic about said family. He decided he wanted to find them, to learn why he wasn't there with them.

And because of that Yoshi remembered fire and blood and loss. And he didn't tell his human about those things because he had just started to act like a person again, this would destroy him. But his efforts were in vain as the human wasn't as easy to fool anymore. He decided to go back to the EPF and demand answers, which like, horrible idea, period. But he escaped once, he could escape again right?

WRONG. Bishop got them – yes, them. He finally took notice of the little pest talking the human's shoulder and got interested. Somehow it was as if JY0B2's fragmented mind had been planted into a little creature. Instead of restarting any process of brainwashing Bishop gave the human and the rat to the scientists to figure out what the fuck happened and how to replicate it.

They tried many things, for a long time before the first and only success happened. The human felt a shift in his own soul when his powers were pushed out of little rat Yoshi, causing his small heart to stop.

Hamato Yoshi awakened in wrath, with thirst for revenge. He broke his bounds and killed everything in his sight until he found his friend. He infused everything he had into the rat.

He didn't have a family to return to, a clan to save, a reason to exist. He'd stained his hands in so much blood he would never be able to redeem himself. So he did what he did best and destroyed everything related to the organization that caused him so much pain. Just like with his clan, the destruction of the Earth Protection Force happened through fire and blood.

Unbeknownst to him, however, this rampage didn't affect only those who caused him pain, but also those who were victims very much like himself. Dr. Baxter Stockman, who had been serving as a scientist against his will in a project with a mysterious substance, was inches of completion and possible freedom (haha, he thinks. Boy was about to either get unsubscribed from life or have his contract unwillingly renewed to the EPF). Rat Yoshi's essence had been pulled out in order to be transfered into the creatures Stockman had been working with, as the ooze would amplify the natural potential of creatures and the more potential they had, more would be amplified. When Yoshi the human broke in, the carefully constructed environment got contamined and the process didn't get to finish. One of the ooze samples fell onto rat Yoshi just as Bishop, injured and hanging on by a thread, managed to shoot human Yoshi.

His soul, already broken, split into many splinters, the biggest of them claimed by the rodent, who scattered away from danger with renewed energy.

The missed shots landed on the doctor himself, on some of his experiments, and in flammable substances. An explosion was imminent, everyone had to evacuate. The rat managed to flee.

And after long days of agonizing pain as his bones and organs slowly rearranged, he was something new. He wasn't Hamato Yoshi, and wasn't Yoshi the Rat anymore.

He named himself Splinter.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #my art #tmnt iteration #hamato yoshi #master splinter #splinter #tmnt splinter #tmnt yoshi #agent bishop #tmnt epf #tmnt Puzzle Pieces

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dream-meister-translations · 1 year

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THIS HOLY NIGHT ALEX - VOICE COLLECTION

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"I know it's short notice, but I'm honestly glad I get to spend time with you. Let's make the most of our time together."

"I'm feeling more stares than usual, but I wonder, how am I reflected in your eyes when I'm not wearing my knight's uniform?"

"An off-mission excursion is refreshing. If there is a place you're interested in going, I'll go with you."

"Oh this sword? Even when I'm on vacation, I'm prepared to respond quickly…Just in case."

"Careless? Not a chance."

"This…Was because of my weakness."

"A welcome gift."

"Did my wish…Come true?"

"About my normal life…? Unfortunately, I don't think I've done anything special to meet your expectations."

"The more time I spend with you, the more I realize why everyone loves you."

"Not as a knight. Not as a hero. But as an individual. Because of you, I am so."

"Just as Alex. I'd like to spend this warm moment with you…"

"First you're surprised, then you're laughing…You change your expression from one moment to the next. I wonder if there is a side of you that you only show me."

"The time I spend with you…It's slowly changing something inside of me…It's odd…The snow it's not so cold anymore."

"I hope this time with you will last, because these peaceful moments with you are very special to me."

"Your smile, is a smile to protect."

"It's a pure light that cares about people. Your kindness is a little too bright for me."

"Even the weaknesses I want to keep hidden are exposed when around you. You're a real pain in the ass."

"This is the kind of hesitation a hero doesn't need. But right now, just for this moment…"

"Spread your wings with integrity and dance on the blade of mercy."

"Watch your step. The frozen road is slippery. If you don't mind, I can lend you a hand."

"Is it that late already? I'm sorry to have kept you up."

"Emilio? His unwavering swordsmanship is his strength. Of all the Knights of the Sun, he's the one with the best record."

"I can always count on him. On the battlefield and in the affairs of the office. Emilio is always there for me."

"Emilio doesn't get a lot of time off. I hope he's taking this opportunity to stretch his wings."

"Emilio is an excellent subordinate who you can entrust your back to with peace of mind. But, he's usually busier than even you."

"I sincerely hope that this holiday will be a meaningful escape for Emilio."

"What I do on a snowy day, hm? Read books on military tactics, I suppose. It's quiet on snowy days, so you can focus easier."

"It's also important to take care of your physical condition in preparation for emergencies."

"Watching the snow, perhaps? I'm sorry for my uninteresting answers."

"Is that a snow rabbit someone made? It's adorable. Would you like to make one together?"

"Harriet has fast movements and accurate shots. It has helped me many times."

"I appreciate his attitude of always sticking to his beliefs. That's an important trait for a knight."

"As you know, Harriet is quite free-spirited. If you have any trouble dealing with him, let me know."

"Harriet often comes to me to talk about the wonders of true love."

"Harriet is the only person who visits my office for purposes other than work."

"Harriet is only interested in other people. Not himself. Maybe it's in his nature.. Or maybe it's just his own way to love."

"Was it hard to hear my voice? It must be because the wind is picking up."

"Why are you so close? Because my hands are cold? You're so kind. Thank you for warming them."

"Even if this is just a vacation, I promise I'll protect you. You will be safe at my side."

"You like this new look? If you wish to walk with a pretty girl, you have to dress appropriately."

"Your fingertips are a little cold. May I warm them with my hands?"

"May the world be at peace…Hmm? You're face is all tense. Perhaps you were trying to make my wish come true."

"To be strong isn't so much a wish. It is more a commitment."

"You want to know my favorite restaurant? There's a place I like to go. A good place to get a drink. If you want, I can take you sometime."

"Would you like some coffee too? It's my favorite brand. Be careful not to get burned."

"This tomato soup is excellent. I look relaxed for once? It's a little embarrassing when you point it out."

"This is the first time I've ever seen this art form. Is it called "latte art?" Mine…Has a bear on it. Yours is a rabbit. Ha, both are adorable. But isn't this a waste of a drink?"

"If you don't mind, will you look at me a little longer? I want to cherish these moments together."

"Are you interested in me without the mask? I have a particularly uninteresting face, don't I?"

"With you, any moment seems to turn into a special memory. My heart is racing…"

"Every time it snows, I'll remember your smile from today."

"The reason I feel so warm just being close to you is because you're the one next to me."

"Let's move and warm up, you say? Does that mean you want to train? Luckily I carry a sword with me-Fufu, just kidding, I wouldn't do such a stupid thing when I'm out with a girl."

"You're the only one who has ever played with my hair…Of course, I don't mind…"

"When I deal with you, I'm unexpectedly relaxed…I'm not blaming you…I'm just confused."

"You're the only person I'd ever allow this kind of contact with."

"How long has it been since I met you?"

"To be able to share my warmth and open up to someone like this…? To be honest, I'm still shocked."

"In order to repay your kindness, I promise to work even harder in the future."

"I appreciate your feelings, but I want to keep my hands free."

"I am humbled by your concern."

"You shouldn't touch me so inappropriately. Especially because you are a beautiful young woman. Some people will get the wrong idea."

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ALEX : I wonder what everyone in Chevalier is doing right now. I hope they're spreading they're wings as much as they can. EMILIO : I'd like to show them we had a fun time on vacation too. Let's get some souvenirs when we head home.

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ALEX : House party decorations…I'm not familiar with this kind of thing. Idio, may I ask your opinion? IDIO : Well, I don't really know, but wouldn't it be nice to have stars or something?

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ALEX : Shall we fight side by side again? EMILIO : It's always an honor, Commander.

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ALEX : Don't slip in the snow! IDIO : Yes, yes, I knoooow~

#yumekuro alex #Yumekuro #YMKR #Yumekuro Translations #YMKR translations #Otome #Dream Meister Translations #Otome Translations #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy translations #alex #alexvoice

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I want to play something spooky but also want to play BG3. Here are some character options:

- Seraphina, high elf cleric of light. Religious extremist who believes she is on a holy mission to rid the world of sin and evil. Her end goal justifies any and all means. ‘Evil’ is, of course, extremely subjectively too. A bandit is evil, but so too is an otherwise innocent person who stands in the way of her holy crusade. Something between Light Yagami and Frollo from the Disney version of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. An absolutely horrible person. Not Durge, zero excuse for her behavior.

- Lyssa, Durge and halfling wild magic barbarian. Inspired by the description I read once of a rabid squirrel trying to attack the wheel of a car. Feral little beast, she commits horrors because she runs on pure animal survival instinct. Has almost certainly eaten someone before and will do it again. Could maybe be saved by the power of friendship and rehabilitated by kindness, but it’s a very high DC and you should probably get a rabies shot first.

- Brom, Durge and human great old one warlock. Inspired by Daniel from Amnesia: The Dark Descent and is definitely the Eldritch horror guy. Hides behind a thin mask of manners and civility but can be talked into commiting atrocities with very little provocation. A coward who would do unspeakable things to protect his own worthless skin. At the end of the day, still thinks of himself as a gentleman, despite the blood on his hands. He did what he had to do, didn’t he?

#baldur’s gate 3 #bg3

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ccrissproductions · 4 months

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We Are Own Muse

Chapter One

Chapter Two: Avocados

Everything is telling him that it's a bad idea.

He already went to Elisa about it; she said no. That should be the end of it.

...Like it usually is.

He has an idea, goes to Elisa, and she approves or denies it.

Simple.

Same with Fall Out Boy.

If he has a creative idea, outside of the actual songs, he runs it by the team.

... and Pete or their manager usually approves or vetoes it.

That's just how it usually works.

There's no problem with that.

At all.

None.

Nada.

Zip.

I mean, sure, it's a little irritating when it seems like none of your ideas get heard, but it's for the best.

Not to mention the last time he tried to make a creative move on his own...

It didn't go well.

So, can he blame anyone else for not really trusting him with that type of creative freedom?

Of course not!

Is it wrong for him to run things by Elisa?

Of course not!

That's his wife; she's always been more level-headed than him. She keeps him grounded and he loves her for it. He loves her, period.

So, why does he find himself staring at this adoption center?

...At a red light?

HONK!!!

Green light-- green light!

"Sorry!" Patrick yelled as he drove off down the road.

Patrick sighed. He was supposed to be going to the grocery store for avocados.

It was 6:15 in the morning; he craved avocado toast for breakfast; they were out of avocados, thus this trip to the grocery store.

Was there a simpler route he could've taken? Sure.

Was there a closer store he could've gone to? Also, yes.

But why not choose the scenic route on this beautiful summer morning?

...And miss the opportunity to stare at the adoption center and question his life choices?

He pulled into the parking lot of a grocery outlet, parked, and sat there for a few minutes.

He was tired, obviously. It's six-something in the morning, he has a right to be. He put his hands on his face and rubbed his fingers with his eyes. Then he realized something:

He left his glasses.

He sighed deeply and let his head fall on the edge of the steering wheel.

Remembered his keys.

Remembered his wallet.

He even remembered to wear a cardigan in the middle of June.

And somehow, he left his glasses. Did he even put them on this morning?

Holy smokes, he's exhausted. Which is insane, because he woke up feeling great today.

Woke up at five-thirty; sure, it was earlier than usual (way earlier than usual), but he slept well. Enjoyed a nice cup of tea as he watched the sunrise from the kitchen window.

Got dressed,

got hungry,

wanted avocado toast,

no avocados,

and here he is.

He should feel fine. Perfectly, okay.

But, sure, staring at an adoption center and realizing that you have no input in the things that matter most in your life can definitely strip away your energy.

Yep, surely it can.

And maybe maybe he was exaggerating because he's way more tired than he thought he was when he got up this morning.

For Chrissake, it is way too early in the week to have his weekly existential crisis. Especially, when all he wanted was some goddamn avocados.

Patrick took a deep breath and told himself to calm down. It's not the end of the world and it's not like he can't see. He literally drove here.

Patrick made his way into the grocery store.

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Six-forty-five in the morning, Patrick made it back home; avocados in hand, sanity intact--- mission complete. The house was as dead silent as it was when he left; he figured everyone was still asleep and made his way to the kitchen.

Patrick slowed his step as he walked into the kitchen and leaned on the threshold; a small smile graced his lips as he gazed at his wife. Elisa stood behind the counter in her fluffy honey beige colored robe, closed and covering her nightgown. Dark hair flowed down her back and around her shoulders. The morning light made her glow in a way that was purely angelic. He couldn't help but stop and admire.

She held a mug of coffee to her lips as she stared down at her tablet as she read a document.

"Morning," Patrick spoke just loudly enough to catch her attention.

Elisa's eyes shot up from her device to the entryway where her husband stood. She smiled and replied, "good morning."

She pressed the power button on her tablet, "where did you go?"

"Grocery store," he said, holding up the plastic bag for emphasis, "we were out of avocados."

She hummed into her coffee mug as Patrick walked over and placed the grocery bag onto the counter.

"Took you awhile?" Elisa inquired, placing her mug down.

"Eh, only about thirty minutes or so," Patrick shrugged, unloading the avocados.

Elisa raised a questioning eyebrow.

"What?" Patrick knew 'what.' However, if she doesn't address it-- it doesn't matter; and we can all go about our day pretending that he didn't go to a farther grocery store just to pass the adoption center.

"The grocery store's only five minutes away," Elisa crossed her arms with a playful smirk.

Patrick knew he was caught... but he's also an occasional idiot, so he's going to play as if he wasn't.

"Well--"

"You went passed St. Paul's again, didn't you?" She didn't even give him a chance.

He sighed in defeat, "is it that obvious?"

She nodded stiffly with a tight smile.

He playfully groaned and wished he was a good liar.

She sighed, "Patr--"

"I know, I know. We talked about it, but..." He trailed off. There was an emotion there that he couldn't explain but all he knew was that he really wanted to do this.

He sighed, eyes closed and downcasted.

"Patrick," she walked around the counter to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Maybe," she started to say, "you're just bored?"

He scoffed an annoyed laugh and moved out her grasp, walking out of the kitchen completely. Avocados forgotten.

"'Trick!"

"Patrick, wait!" She ran after him.

He was already at the edge of the stairwell. He turned around and crossed his arms.

"What?" He was peeved--- no beyond peeved. It's one thing to express how you feel and get shut down, it is a completely different ball game to express how you feel and get belittled.

"That is not what I meant," She spoke calmly.

"Then what did you mean?!" He all but shouted, walking slowly towards the middle of the living room.

"Oh, come on, don't get sassy," Her tone was borderline-condescending and that pissed him off.

Patrick laughed sardonically, "honey, trust me, I'm passed sassy," He hissed, emphasizing the letter 's' where it fits.

"I'm just saying that maybe you're a little restless. I mean, you haven't had a cinematic project in a while, it's been a few years since you toured. You guys just finished MANIA; so maybe you just still may have some newfound energy, maybe need another project?" She offered as an explanation.

Patrick was unimpressed. No, pardon, Patrick -- despite his nickname-- wasn't easily tricked.

"So... basically what you said in the kitchen, except with more words," He left her slack jawed as he went upstairs and into their room.

The day was going just fine. He woke up, watched the sunrise, stopped himself from having a midlife crisis, and got the damn avocados. All he wanted this morning was some fucking breakfast.

Do you know what it's like for someone to dismiss your initial emotions, and then tell you how you feel, -- as if their opinions on your emotions are a God-given fact -- and then (on top of that), shrinking them and saying, 'oh you're just bored?'

Then have the nerve to be your wife, no less!

Patrick threw himself on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

He sighed.

He wasn't even hungry anymore.

#fall out boy #fanfiction #kendrick lamar #fanfic #adoption #fic #mania era #fob smfs #smfs era #might delete later #ao3 writer #share #and repost

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Okay, filtered MSM 2 thoughts:

We knew Kraven was gonna show up in the sequel, however, I def did not expect The Lizard/Dr. Connors and the fact that Kraven is focused on him instead of Peter or Miles is very interesting. I wonder if they're gonna sort of recreate/reference Kraven's Last Hunt 👀

Either way, I'm very excited to see these classic villains showing up. Maybe we'll see Yuri Watanabe/Wraith too??? They were building her up in one of the DLCs quite well. Also, interested to see how Peter will react since they were friends.

Gameplay!!!!!! I already loved the gameplay in the first game, and the Miles Morales game improved upon that. And they seemed to take it another step further, it's like they actually listened to the criticism that people had, and I didn't know it was possible to improve the already banger gameplay (tho yes the first one was a little clunkier but still v intuitive)

The new traversal features look so good hello?? The web wings used as a glider? Miles slingshotting himself across the city??? aoughhfg and also!!! It looks like we'll be able to explore other parts of New York like Queens and maybe Brooklyn??? tbh Manhattan became a little restrictive after a while in the first two games, so it would be cool to expand the map a bit. Y'all know I'm meh about huge maps with some exceptions, but if done right, I think it's gonna be good.

Putting this under a read more bc this game is driving me insane I'm eating drywall

So I was right that we'll be able to switch between Peter and Miles. I kinda guessed that they're gonna be mission specific, and maybe, we can switch between them in free roam like with Jacob and Evie in AC: Syndicate (this specific feature isn't confirmed, just speculation on my part)

Looks like Nuform changed Miles' abilities since his Venom (heh) powers can turn blue? I'm interested to see what it did to him and if they're going to address it. Maybe it's purely for aesthetic/gameplay reasons. Who knows, I'm still curious.

Also, love how they incorporated Ganke as their guy in the chair. I loved him in MM and the fact that he helped Miles with the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man app. Just give me more Ganke please, he was really charming and they managed to differentiate him from MCU Ganke Ned that he feels like his own character.

Okay, I'm done beating around the bush and I'm going to address the elephant in the room - the symbiote. This is all we've been waiting for, we knew from the post-credits scene from the first game that Peter is gonna have the black suit. I'm glad Insomniac were like "yeah let's get this over with" and showed it to us.

And people are already calling him Bully Lowenthal 💀

Now, I was a little bit iffy about the design of the black suit, but after I watched the trailer a couple of times, it's starting to grow on me? Maybe I'm looking too much into it but the organic armor/exoskeleton design gives me xenomorph vibes, and I love the tendrils in the "exposed" exoskeleton. The texture looks gross and slimy and I love it. I was wondering if they're gonna add some subtle sci-fi horror elements to it and they delivered. I've always said that the symbiote has a lot of space/eldtrich horror potential.

Which brings me to the tendrils (I can already hear the p*rn artists working hard), jokes aside, they look so cool and they're animated so well???? The way Peter fights with them??? He straight up turns into a uhhh tentacle monster for a split second. And his fighting style is so brutal, I liked when he kept repeatedly kicking the guy as if he was a punching bag ddjhsjh

but the scene where he shows up in the sewers(???) yeah this shot legit gave me chills bro looks fr intimidating

And do I really need to gush about Yuri Lowenthal's voice acting? Ben 10 off the shits I'm gonna do it anyway bc holy shit he got the guttural growl down to a T. However, I do wish they put a very subtle filter on his voice. Doing that kind of growly voice must've hurt his throat real bad. Maybe his voice is gonna become more monstrous as the game progresses, that'd be real neat :3c

Honestly, I'm really curious to see how it will affect Peter since May is dead, the whole thing with Otto (I think they're gonna have a convo on the Raft maybe???), he's got a lot of debts to pay and he mentioned that Harry is dying. Bro's going through it fr also parksborn angst???? I'm ready for the homoerotic undertones in their cutscenes kdjkdjdkj I'll take any crumbs I can get 👀

And the way that Peter just dismissively shoved that one civilian away??? Ah?? I'm not ready for Peter to become an absolute cunt and be mean to Miles. There's a high probability we're gonna have to fight Peter in a boss fight as Miles aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

ANYWAY THAT'S IT I'M LOSING MY MIND

#t #I'M SO SORRY IT'S SO LONG #I should tag these posts somehow for filtering purposes hmm #msm2 thoughts #yea that'll do #spider man #spiderman #spider-man

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Today was mundane. Today would become special.

Outside Nero's containment room, there was clamor. The side on the entrance was a one-way window, from the inside a wall like the others. The scientists could watch their specimen unperturbed, make their conclusions and adjust perimeters to their likings. Nothing should be heard from inside of the cell besides deafening silence unless they turned on the microphone to speak through. Maybe someone had forgotten to turn it off?

Through it, a boy's voice could be heard arguing his point loudly. "I did all of my assignments like you said! You promised you'd let me see him if I killed them all! You promised! I'll do even better next time!!" One voice belonging to an elderly scientist rose up. He'd been with this project for long and perhaps had gotten either impatient from his old age or weak with the younger subjects. "Fine, let him in. The readings are stable anyway." It drew subjections. A younger researcher who lost a colleague to oblivion objected in a sharp tone. "But the specimen reacts violently to sudden impetus and irregularities of routine. The last breakdown was less than 72 hours ago!" - "That is precisely why." And behind the discourse of the adults, the boy chirped in with "Thank you gramps!" nonchalantly.

The metal door mechanism undid itself, heavy cogs turning to move it open and allow the artificial lights to flood into the dim room. The silhouette of the boy is almost completely consumed by it.

"Nero! Nero!" And somehow, his smile was still brighter. Weiss ran inside and greeted his sibling with a hug, like he'd gotten used to. (Hugs meant safety.) His grip was always a bit too tight and pouring a bit too much strength to it, conveying so purely how much the gesture meant to him. "Look! I got us something special! It's a gift from the fairies of the holy flame!" An article held in his hand, clutches all the while- it looked like the papers some of the scientists carried around but far more colorful. "It's a comic with Stamp. Lets read it together, ok?" The ear of it was caked in blood. He'd killed another test subject his age for it and it had no bearing on him. To get what one wanted, one took from others. Logical. Even improved his rating with the researches in charge by a little. Nothing mattered right now, as he sat down next to his family and turned the first page open. Neither the metal creak of the cameras adjusting for observation, nor being aware of the men and women in white coats discussing the new data provided just beyond this cell.

He was here with his brother. That was his world, no matter how little. "The Shinra infantry got stuck behind enemy lines, but then Stamp found a secret tunnel that led them out... and then they get the bad guys."

they've never seen a real dog, only the terrible things that were once men who crawl about on all fours, whose minds nero doesn't like to touch.

stamp is a symbol, a promise of a brighter world outside. a promise of what awaits them if they do all the scientists ask. they can go on brave missions where there's honor in combat and in what they do, though nero cares far less for that and far more for how excited the idea makes weiss.

the darkness that had been clawing a the walls slowly recedes, until the creak of the camera catches his eyes. then it shifts, above them, around them, far enough that weiss won't feel the effects and high enough that they're granted brief moments or privacy. that weiss' voice is distorted in their recordings.

the perfection of this memory will just be theirs, just theirs. and something about that brings nero solace. he tucks himself under his brother's arm to get a better look at the pictures, drawing knobby knees up to his chest, and smiles.

#ask answered.

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"i wish you would write a fic where" ADRIAN JIST FUCKING DESTROYS MY HEART, i love this man and that he is so beautiful, but is rare the times where i see Adrián being mean or rejecting Reader.

SO like a fic where we are in some kind of unspoken relationship where reader sees it like a romantic relationship But Adrian is just like pure no and doesn't sees us that way or in any other way I DON'T KNOW BUT I WANNA CRY.

Have a Nice day and i hope You are doing good 💞

OKAY LMAO listen i AM A BABY AND CANT WRITE REALLY SADFIC BUT THIS IS WHAT I CAME UP WITH SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. also ty i hope you have a nice day too!!

Love is an Emerald

(PART TWO | PART THREE) Rating: General Word Count: 1.7k+ Summary: You and Adrian are just friends. Okay, you’re friends who hook up sometimes. And stay over with each other most nights. But you’re not dating. Except, when Adrian shows up to work with a hickey you realize you actually maybe...want to? A/N: I’ll probably write a part 2 to this once I have the time! It’s minorly edited, I wrote it in the car on my phone lmao so sorry for any mistakes!!

You didn’t know he was fucking other people.

It wasn’t like you were dating; there’d been no discussion about exclusivity or labels. The word “boyfriend” didn’t quite fit him in your mind. But, he’d been the only one in your life. The only one in your bed, and you kinda thought it was the same for him. He’d slid into the boyfriend role without effort, letting you stay the night when it was too late, emptying out a couple drawers for you at his place, making you breakfast at yours.

The first time it happened was after a mission, adrenaline pumping and scrapes coating your body. You stung everywhere, and the cold moisture of Adrian’s lips on the cut across your cheek was a blistering pain that you wanted more of.

So, you got it.

And then it happened again and again until there was no longer a line between friends and lovers. You’d never liked that term—felt too old world romance—but it was the closest descriptor you had.

Because he wasn’t a boyfriend.

Still, when he walked into HQ with a hickey that you certainly didn’t give him, a shield of confusion flocked over your body.

“Holy shit, Adrian got tail!” Chris pointed at Adrian, cracking up as he looked around to make sure the rest of the team took notice. Legend has it that in some dictionaries, the word ‘Subtlety’ is just defined as, “Not Christopher Smith.”

Adrian slid into a seat, “No, I got laid. Saved someone last night who really liked my costume.” He said, with a smile.

John walked in from the back room, plopping down at his desk and looking between the two of you, “I thought you and Y/N were hooking up.” He settled his gaze on his laptop screen, but you caught him darting over to see your reaction.

“Well, yeah, but we’re friends!” His voice was unwavering, staring at you with an earnest grin on his face.

Economos stared at you, awaiting confirmation. Even Leota and Harcourt, uninvested in the conversation until now, made a point to look at you.

“Yeah, yeah, no, like, we are. It’s just like. Tension relief, yknow?” You tripped over your words, spitting out a glaringly embarrassing agreement that everyone but Adrian and Chris picked up on. Chris had even perked up when Economos first asked the question, so you were pretty sure Adrian hadn’t even told him.

Granted, you weren’t quick to gush with Leota and Harcourt about jumping into bed with a fellow teammate, but this was Adrian. The man couldn’t keep himself from sharing what he’d had for breakfast that morning. It was hard not to retreat into a state of insecurity knowing that he hadn’t told his supposed best friend that you were...something.

The room stood in silence for several moments after you’d spoken. Your eyes darted around the room to your teammates, Chris nodding at Adrian and throwing him a thumbs up, Economos typing away at his computer, Leota & Harcourt returning to the dossier they were reading. You and Adrian sat there on standby. He was a field agent, everyone knew that. They told him what he needed to do, who he needed to kill, and he did it.

You were markedly more involved in the full process of these missions, so every passing moment you didn’t budge only deepened the embarrassment you felt. Made it all the more obvious that there was a problem. You needed to move, to participate, to do something.

Sure, you could go over to the girls and read up on your latest targets.

Or, you could go to the bathroom and cry.

Despite your strongest efforts, you wound up in front of the mirror holding your breath as you sobbed. Lungs burning, cheeks boiling red, it felt like your teeth would crack with how hard you were grinding them together to keep from making noise. You felt like a fucking idiot, seriously, crying over Adrian of all people.

It was just—everything about your relationship read as, well, a relationship. You thought that was what you were sliding into with Adrian. Never one to talk about things, you were used to getting what you wanted through action. So when Adrian learned how you took your coffee, and memorized your phone number, and waited for you before he watched new shows, you kinda thought you had him.

Not quite a boyfriend, but not someone who was entertaining other people.

Yes, okay, it was an unfair assumption, you knew that. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

Adrian was cute, he was funny, a competent fighter, and surprisingly good in bed. Without acknowledging it, you’d harbored a sort of pride thinking that he was all yours.

“Ow, shit!” You looked down to see that you’d been gripping the sink so hard the corner of a fingernail had folded over onto itself. It was a dull pain that radiated through your middle finger, and you felt even more frustration course through your body, smacking the porcelain sink in retaliation with a disappointing wallop. It stung, and you didn’t feel like any less of an idiot.

You ripped the folded nail off with your teeth, and your finger retaliated by bleeding all over your hand.

Turning on the faucet, you rinsed your hand and soaked your face with tap cold water, scrubbing paper towels over your skin to try and rid your face of any signs you’d been crying. Your eyelashes were still clumped together, but everyone outside heard the faucet, for all they knew you just needed to wash your face.

When you walked back out into the main room, it was just Chris and Economos sitting there. Chris was flipping a pencil between his fingers while John was doing actual work.

“Where’d everyone go?” You asked, walking over to sit on the piano bench.

Chris spoke without looking up, “Grabbing some grub. Hey what’s up with you and Vigilante?”

Economos looked up from his laptop, not yet interjecting but certainly staying engaged.

You leaned back against the piano, trying to rest your elbows behind you only to bang them on the keys. Could this morning get any more fucking awkward? You were quick to close the lid and then put your arms down, catching Chris’ disapproving look and the smirk Economos was trying to hide.

“Nothing’s up. We fool around.”

Chris cocked his head at you, squinting his eyes.

“Bullshit. I fooled around with Adrian before—“

Don’t remind me. You thought.

“—and I still threw bombs at him in the woods and high fived him when he hooked up with other chicks. But I’m pretty sure you were just crying in that bathroom. So what’s the deal?”

You shot a look over to Economos, who was no help. He just stared at you and pushed his glasses up his nose.

It was of no use trying to act cool anymore. Every moment at HQ that day had been colored by your complete lack of composure. You were a fucking government agent. You’d stared down the barrel of a gun, saved the world a handful of times, but you couldn’t sell a lie about your feelings for Adrian? Feelings you didn’t even know were a thing until you saw that hickey.

The words just spewed from your lips.

“I—I don’t know! We were just hooking up but now I have a toothbrush at his place and he bought a Lord of the Rings pillowcase to sleep on at my place and I guess I thought we were both only sleeping with each other but apparently not and I didn’t think it would bother me this much but it does and I think everyone but him knows so now you all probably think I’m an idiot or something.” You paused, “And yeah I was crying in the bathroom and I broke my nail on the sink and it actually hurts like hell so, Chris, you can preemptively shut the fuck up.”

Chris stood up, walking over to Harcourt’s desk to rifle through the drawers and pull out a bandaid. He sat down on the bench and opened the bandage, wrapping it around your finger once you held it out for him.

John’s dry voice startled you both, “You know Adrian is like head over heels for you, right?”

You and Chris both looked over at him, eyes peering up from behind the computer screen.

He sighed, shaking his head and closing the laptop, “Am I the only one that’s noticed? He doesn’t shut up about how great you are in the field—”

You opened your mouth to interject but he bulldozed past you before you could protest.

“No, not the same way he does for Chris. It’s markedly more.”

Chris scoffed, “Doesn’t matter, I don’t need his validation.”

That made you crack a smile.

“Whatever. It actually makes me question your ability to do this job if you couldn’t tell that he’s the world’s most lovesick psychopath.”

Chris pointed a finger at John, “Not the most. Harley Quinn jumped into a vat of acid for the Joker. And that dude uses dildos shaped like guns because he looks like a Ken doll down there after an encounter with Catwoman.”

“Shut the fuck up, Chris.”

You and Economos spoke in unison, and Chris raised his hands in defense.

“I’m just trying to help. But Economos is probably right, I did think it was odd that Adrian had a drawer full of women’s clothing. I figured he was just into that.”

Looking between Chris and John, you smiled at them both, “Thanks, guys.”

“Sure.” John opened his laptop back up and resumed typing.

Chris gave you a pat on the back, “Hey, I made a vow for peace, and that includes in the bedroom.” He winked at you and got up to walk into the back room. The sound of the TV came soon after.

You pulled out your phone and dialed Adrian’s number before your thoughts could cloud what John and Chris had just said.

“Yellow.” His voice was chipper, and you heard pop music blaring in the background fade until it wasn’t audible.

“Hey I gotta talk to you when you get back.” You bounced your leg, picking at the bandage on your finger.

“What abouts?” He asked.

“I’ll just—I’ll tell you when you get here. Talk to you soon. Bye Adrian.”

“Okay, buh-bye!”

You hung up and shook out your hands, nerves shooting through your body.

Economos spoke again without looking up, “If your nerves are that shot after a minute phone call, I’m definitely questioning how you perform so well in the field.”

You rolled your eyes.

All there was to do now was wait.

#answered*#adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #adrian chase x you #vigilante x you #peacemaker #adrian chase fic #my writing #mine

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neeksnorton · 3 years

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Dirty Little Secret || Abner Krill//Polka-Dot Man

YALL ASKED AND I DELIVERED.

hi there! i recently made a post asking which fanfiction/smut you guys wanted to see, and you guys wanted all of them!! the rest of them should be out in the following week :-)

Number 4 : Dancing in the Club

WORD COUNT: 2.7K Words

WARNING: NSFW content, public sex, mutual pining, taking virginity, light femdom, oral sex (m receiving)

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You and the rest of the Suicide Squad walk into the club in a line formation, you making a conscious effort to stay close to Abner.

Abner. As your eyes adjusted to the low lighting of the club, you started thinking about him, more like how much you wanted him. You never had much conversation with him until you were both picked to be on the Suicide Squad, you had only ever looked at him from afar. You thought he was absolutely stunning.

His black hair and fair skin, the way his posture wasn’t completely perfect, and his beautiful brown eyes. But since you were both picked, you haven’t been able to stop talking to each other. You’ve noticed he only speaks when spoken to, unless it’s you.

He loved talking to you. You think he’s tried to make a few advances towards you, but you weren't 100% sure. So you kept your feelings to yourself out of fear of making him uncomfortable. That was something you KNOW you didn’t want to do. You knew he had a troubled past and you never wanted him to be uncomfy around you. But you wanted him so bad.

Your eyes blink a few times as your eyes fully adjust. Abner’s back is completely in your view, and you become a little dazed. Watching his back muscles move through his black shirt as he walked, having to crane your neck to look up at him.

You snap back to reality as everyone takes their seats around the table. You squeeze between Abner and Peacemaker. You’re shoulder to shoulder between them. Abner isn’t a very big man, but Peacemaker is forcing you against him. You feel Abner’s arm muscles, which were surprisingly bigger than you expected. He looks at you and gives you a nervous chuckle. You swallow hard and imagine yourself on top of him, and you quickly shake the image out of your head. This is NOT the time or place.

Everyone does shots around the table, and Abner starts coughing. Rick tussles his hair, and you almost get jealous. You didn’t want anyone touching him. He was yours. But only to you. Not to him.

As you make your way to the dance floor, you notice that the rest of the crew follow you. You glance over your shoulder, and almost bump into Abner’s chest. He puts his hands up a little out of instinct, maybe to catch you from falling, but you were okay. You didn't realize he was that close behind you.

“Oh. I’m sorry, Y/N.” he says softly.

You look up at him. “It’s okay, it’s my fault. Sorry.”

“Oh. You’re okay, it’s all good then.”

You turn around and nearly giggle to yourself. You HATED that he was making you feel like this. And during a mission? If Colonel Flag found out, he would be beyond furious. He would have Ms. Waller blow your head off. You bite your lip in order to contain your excitement.

The music starts playing, and you get a little lost in it. But you don’t mind. The lights and the music and people are all a perfect distraction from the mission at hand, and it helps you keep your mind off Abner for a while.

Until he grabs your hand while you're dancing.

“Hey, um… I’m sorry if my approach is a little too forward, but um… ah… would you like to dance with me?”

You’re starstruck. You cannot believe this is happening. Never in a million years would you think he would make the first advance towards you. Or that he liked you at all. All the thoughts come flooding back in; you on top of him, kissing his neck while he whined underneath you. Sweet Jesus.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me for so long.” You whisper to him.

He gently grabs your hips, in fear of making you recoil. But you move forwards to show him that you’re okay. You turn around so that your back faces his chest. Your head rests right above his neck. You both start swaying to the music that's thumping in your body. You realize that your ass is hovering away from Abner’s lower waist, and your throat tightens up. Trying your best to ignore the throbbing sensation in between your legs, you shut your eyes.

He strengthens his grip on your hips, but only a little. He slowly pulls you against him, your ass touching his already hard cock.

“Oh shit-” you say under your breath.

“Ah, I’m sorry, I should’ve told you before I did that, I-”

“Abner.” You shush him by interrupting him. You have come to the realization that it is now or never.

You spin yourself around and he takes his hands off of you. You stand up on your tiptoes, and he takes that as a signal to lean down. You whisper in his ear “Don't be nervous. I've liked you for so long, I just didn't you what to say."

He moves away and looks down at you. He lets out a small chuckle, then grabs your face gently and kisses you.

Holy shit.

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He leans up and inhales sharply. He scans the club for a bathroom. He takes you by the arm and leads you through the crowd. He opens the door to the bathroom and you quickly shuffle in. He turns around and shuts the door. You are pressed against the door with him hovering above you.

He grabs you by the face with his hands and kisses you. You let a slight moan escape your mouth as your hands go to his chest. All you felt was pure bliss.

You fiddle with the buttons on his shirt, moving slowly to savor the moment. His hands move from your face to your chest. You feel him swallow nervously as he grabs your boobs, circling your nipples through your shirt with his fingers.

You gasp for air. You had initially thought you wanted to go fast with him, but this speed was perfect. Slow and gentle.

He kept kissing you, using a little bit of tongue hesitantly. You finally get all the buttons on his shirt, and pull it off his shoulders. He takes his hands off you to finish removing it, but he doesn't stop kissing you.

You run your hands up and down his newly-exposed torso. He was slightly muscly, but nowhere near the rest of the team. You didn’t care. You thought that his slightly toned body was drool-worthy. He puts his knee in between your legs, causing you to lift your hips slightly as your back still touches the door.

His leg perfectly hits your clit, causing you to gasp and let a moan escape into his mouth. “Ah shit- unhh...”

You roll your hips up and down his leg, desperate for some form of relief. You snake your hands lower to his hips, and you pull him in close.

His bulge presses against your pussy, and he struggles to contain a moan. Your hand moves to his bulge.

“Ohhh shit.. Ahh- mmmnh…” He whimpers as you run your hand up and down his girth. You gasp. He was much bigger than you had anticipated. You bit your bottom lip and felt your core tighten up in excitement.

You could tell he was nervous.

“Abner.” You move your hand from his bulge, and grab his hand from off of your waist. You guide his hand under your dress. His breathing quickens. His hand brushes your thighs and he gently moves your panties to the side.

You gasp in pleasure as he runs his slender fingers through your folds, feeling your wetness. His kissing has moved to your neck, nibbling softly at your skin and leaving a small hickey trail. His fingers find your clit and you cannot contain your excitement.

“Oh my god- ahh” You groan. You move your hand out from under your dress, and you grab the back of his neck and play with his hair as he continues to suck at the skin on your neck.

“Oh man, Y/N, unhh” groans softly. His fingers find your clit, and he rubs small circles into it. Holy shit. You think you honestly might cum just from him playing with you. You never thought he was the type to do this type of stuff, but you have clearly been proven wrong.

He slips a finger into your pussy, slowly curling his fingers slightly to hit your G-spot. You throw your head back and let out a sigh of pleasure.

“Ab, ah shit, Ab, I’m gonna c-” You gasp sharply mid-sentence as your peak finally comes. You release onto his hand and your muscles contract against his finger. He grabs your face gently and kisses you, gently biting your bottom lip as he rides you through your orgasm.

Your knees become wobbly and you struggle to stand as you come down. He helps you to the floor as you breathe heavily. Your back touches the cold tile of the bathroom floor. Abner hovers above you, one leg between yours and the other outside of you.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Did I do it right? I’ve never made anyone… well yknow… cum before. Well I mean I’ve never been given the chance, but-”

Oh shit. He was a virgin. “How?” You say in your head. But that doesn’t matter.

“Abner. Stop.” You exclaim quickly. You don’t want him feeling bad when what he just did to you was pure bliss. And you were craving more.

“It was perfect. Don’t worry, I’ll help you through this.”

“Huh?” He exclaims. It seems he wasn’t too focused on his own pleasure, which shocked you. Normally, men are so focused on themselves that they forget to make the girl cum. You laugh to yourself and he looks at you in confusion.

You grab his hips and roll on top of him. He winces as his exposed back touches the tile. As you get yourself in position on his lap, you lift your dress up and over your head, leaving you dressed only in your underwear and boots.

“Holy fuck! Shit shit oh my god-” Abner says to himself. You were perfect to him. He could not believe he was looking at you, nearly completely naked, straddling him and hovering just above his dick.

Before you pull his pants down, you bend down and give him a long passionate kiss. His hands come up from his sides and grip your hips. Your hands move down his waist as your mouth moves to his neck.

Abner can’t stop letting out whimpers, and he begins to stroke your thighs. Your mouth moves down his torso; past his chest, down his soft tummy, finally reaching his hip bones that were poking out of the top of his pants a bit. You let a loud moan escape your lips, knowing it would drive Abner insane.

You expertly remove his belt from him, and pull his pants and boxers down. He lifts his hips so you can do so easier. His dick springs free, and he is HUGE.

“Holy shit!” You exclaim. You look up at Abner and he gives you a nervous chuckle. As you slowly grab his member, he lets out a small moan.

“Ahh.. Y/N, please don’t stop. Fuck…” You wrap your lips around his head and circle your tongue around the very top of his tip. He keeps letting out the most whimpery moans, and bucking his hips farther into your mouth.

You let a moan escape onto his cock, and you take all of his length into your mouth. His hips roll into you, he’s trying to get as much as he can into your mouth. Abner cannot stop making noises, and as much as you find it insanely attractive, you know that if you two get caught, it's a whole other ball game. You take your mouth off his dick for a moment and he gasps at the sudden loss of stimulation.

Your hand moves to his mouth. Him like this is driving you fucking insane. He is completely at your disposal and all he wants is you. His eyes look at you like he's a pleading puppy.

“Ab, you need to be quieter. Okay, I’m going to get on top, alright?” You say sternly to him. You slowly remove your mouth. Fuck. You’re never usually in control when it comes to sexual situations, but this felt fucking incredible. You felt your pussy ache. You just wanted him in you so badly and you wanted to teach him.

He swallows. “Um… yes ma’am.”

“Good.”

You hover above his dick. You move your panties to the side, and you grab his length and run it through your folds. The both of you let out a simultaneous moan as his tip brushes by your clit. You guide the head of his dick into your center, gasping as the tip disappears into you. Abner lets out a shaky moan as you lower yourself, and you wince and you take all of his girth.

You start moving up and down, letting out a pornographic moan each time his dick hits your G-spot. His hands stay on your hips as you lean down and continue to fuck him.

Abner can’t contain himself. He’s smiling in between letting out guttural groans that are making your clit throb. His hips have matched your pace, and the sound of your flesh hitting his is euphoric. His hands move from your hips to your chest as your boobs move in front of his face. He takes your left breast and puts it in his mouth, licking and nibbling on your nipple while kneading your right breast.

“Unhh- Ab, give me your h-hand, mmnh” You groan. He removes his hand from your chest and puts it in yours as he watches you. Your hand guides him to your heat, and you place his fingers on your clit. He presses and plays with you as you feel your second orgasm approaching.

Abner feels his approach as well. His cock twitches inside of you, and he feels his core tighten. You notice this, and without even thinking, you dirty talk to him.

“Yes, you like that, my pretty boy? I’m sure you do, unhh-” You moan as you bend down to kiss him.

“Yes, yes I do. I’m your pretty boy. Please keep going, please don’t stop, Y/N, plea- ahh-” He moans into your mouth. You feel him reach his peak, and it causes you to cum as well. You throw your head back in pure ecstasy, feeling Abners hips buck into you erratically as he shoots his cum into you. He grips your ass firmly with one hand in an attempt to keep you still. You let out a silent cry as you struggle to keep your moans inside of you.

He slows down, and eventually stops as you both come down from your orgasm. You lean down completely so that you are both chest to chest on the ground. His arms wrap around your back, and one hand rests right above your ass. You feel his chest rise and fall heavily. You slowly pull off of him, earning a sharp gasp from him as it’s slightly overstimulating. With your face buried in his neck, you say to him,

“Holy shit!” you laugh. You feel him laugh against you.

“We can’t let Flag find out, he’s gonna kill us!” Abner exclaims, but in a joking manner. You climb off of him and scramble to find your dress on the floor. Abner pulls his pants up and tries his best to quickly button his shirt and tuck it in. He cannot believe what just happened and is happily overwhelmed.

As you both run for the door, you grab his hand.

“Wait, wait.” You say quietly. “I just need to let you know that I really care about you and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

He looks down at you and smiles. “Honestly, I’ve felt the same way for a while too. I just don’t really know how to talk to people about this stuff.”

“That’s okay. We have plenty of time to work this out later. Let’s just hurry out there to make sure they have found Grieves yet. Because otherwise we are in deep shit.”

You get up on your tiptoes and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He gives you an awkward but cute smile and opens the door. You both sneak out onto the dance floor, hoping that no one on the team saw what you did. This was a secret that could not escape this club. He was your dirty little secret.

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can you write a drabble of s/o age regressing after a scary situation and maybe hawks or dabi (whatever you feel) hugging them and just general fluff and comfort? I totally understand if you don't wanna write this so no pressure!!

Yeppers! As someone who experiences something similar to age regression/ little space, this will be based on my own experiences

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Type: headcanons/drabble

Warnings: Age regression/little space, crying, Manga spoilers for Dabi's backstory, reader being adorable

Other: I'm not %100 sure if I'd call my experience 'little space,' it's something that only showed up in the past year or so. Also, I usually only go into 'little space' when I'm very happy or comfortable or I'm doing something childish, and even after talking to people who actually age regress, I'm not sure what to call my experience.

Fluff Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

Touya Todoroki/Dabi-

I feel like he doesn't understand it at first; like mans has never even heard of people who age regress until he met you.

When you first mentioned it to him, he was so confused.

"Okay so- hang on what?"

The first time you actually do it in front of him he literally has no idea what to do, he's so confused and probably more scared than you are.

He has the best intentions, but he did lock you in a room and call Toga for advice when you started to cry.

When you got big again, you were pissed.

And reasonably so.

It took a while, but he eventually got used to your little space and figured out what to do when you did this.

There was a point where he tried to deny how cute he thought it was- you acting like a child and doing childlike things.

He uses it as an opportunity to atone for the things he did as a child to his younger siblings, and as a way to feel like he can actually take care of something.

"Y/n, I'm back!" The door swung shut behind him as he stepped into your apartment, looking around, he couldn't see you. The whole place was a mess, books torn off their shelves and even some broken dishes in the kitchen.

Dabi frowned, he'd seen your apartment like this a couple of times before, usually what happens when you absolutely can't take it anymore.

He peeked inside your room, finding you sprawled on top of the sheets with your clothes still on, fast asleep.

He wished you'd called him, he knew he told you he was on a mission and not to bother him but if you had called he would've dropped anything and everything to appear by your side to comfort you throughout whatever caused this. He crept into your bedroom quietly, pulling the blankets you had kicked onto the ground up and over your body, turning the lights off.

He sighed, grabbing the broom and sweeping up the glass from the broken plate, and throwing it away. He put everything back in its place, even vacuuming the carpet so it was nice and soft when you woke up.

He was just finishing wiping down the counters when he heard you coming out of the bedroom. He turned his head to see you waddling towards him, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

"Touya?" you murmured, looking up at him "What are you doing here?"

"I live here too, y'know, it's only natural I come here in my free time," he explained. He felt your arms wrap around him, face pressing into his back.

"Warm..." your voice was soft, and he had to stop himself from burying his face into his arms to escape from the pure ball of cuteness that was hugging him. "Wanna cuddle."

He glanced over his shoulder at you, finding you staring up at him with a pout on your face, oh yeah you were definitely in 'smol mode' as he sometimes called it.

"Wanna cuddle, hm? Sorry baby you gotta wait until I'm finished cleaning."

"Nooooooo" you whined, slowly sliding down his body until you were clutching his leg. "Want cuddles!"

"Just let me fini-"

"Do that later! Cuddles now!"

Dabi chuckled, pressing a hand to his face.

"I can't- I just can't you're too cute like this." He shook his head, laughing now. "Okay fine, I'll cuddle you ya clingy lil baby~"

"Yayyy!" you were on your feet a moment later, arms in the air, giggling "I wanna wear your coat!" you pointed at his jacket, and he chuckled again, shrugging it off his shoulders and flinging it onto your back, helping your arms into the sleeves that were just a little too big for your body.

He pressed his lips against your forehead, looking down at you, he only saw pure love and admiration staring back up at you.

He had to protect this little bundle of joy in his life, this human that made him feel so happy, he would never let anything bad happen to you. When you were big again, he'd ask you what happened, and he'd make sure you'd call him if you were ever stressed.

But he did like the adorable faces you made when you were little.

Keigo Takami/Hawks-

He's a pro hero, he's done his research; so he knows what 'little space' is before he meets you.

But I can promise the commission probably made it seem like something gross, but you're his partner, he knows you're not some horrible person, so maybe he understands age regression wrong.

So.

Many.

Questions.

Like constant questions- it almost feels like he's interrogating you, like seriously it's getting old, Keigo

But he's so precious you kind of have to answer his questions.

Like Dabi, he finds you acting little to be the most adorable thing in the world, sometimes he leaves kid's stuff around the house hoping to trigger your little space so he can hold you and play with you.

He thinks of it as practice for when the two of you have children

The one day Keigo has off, to regrow his wings, all he really wants to do it sleep. Just lay in bed, wrapped up in his blankets and just dream and nap and snore and do nothing.

But little ole you had other plans.

"Keigooooooooo!"

The blonde bird boy shot upright in bed upon hearing your distressed call. He sped down the hall into the living room, panicked, only to find you sitting on the carpet with a box of crayons next to you, a coloring book open, page half filled in.

You looked up at Keigo with wide tear-filled eyes, shakily holding up the blue crayon snapped in half. Your lower lip quivered as you whimpered.

"I-it broke!" you cried, "I'm sorry it broke, Kei!" Keigo melted on the spot, slightly annoyed that you woke him up for something so small, but also-

Holy fuck you were just the cutest thing in the world.

He hoped your only stress would forever be broken crayons.

"It's okay, Y/n, things break sometimes, you're not in trouble." he cooed, sitting down next to you and patting your head.

"But- but it broke!" you exclaimed, sniffling

"It still functions though, doesn't it?" He scooched the coloring book closer to you, and you pressed the pointed end of the crayon against the paper, coloring the smiling puppy dog's nose blue.

You lit up, a bright smile spreading across your face, you cheered, bouncing up and down and hugging Keigo.

"It still works! It still works, Kei!" he giggled, holding you close to his body and enjoying the way you laughed.

"That's right! There's nothing that can't be resolved!" He pressed a kiss to your cheek, but couldn't hold himself back from attacking your entire face with little kisses.

"Keiiii noooo that tickles!" you giggled, pushing at him gently.

"One more? Please, baby?" he pleaded, pouting a little.

"Okiii!" you sat up, pressing your lips to his, pulling back with a laugh. "Can I have a juice box?"

"Of course," Keigo's face softened, you were just too precious, too cute, to perfect.

He really did hope the only thing you'd ever worry about was the crayon.

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