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The Honey Trap part 3: final chapter.

Note: the idea of sexpionage is wonderful to use in fics, but I want to make it clear that sexpionage is a daunting and grim reality too, and I am very aware of that and do not mean to ignore that. It is a trope I am using, lighthearted, but I do not want to pretend that the actual act of sexpionage is not horrific to many involved. That being said, I will not describe the horrors of it. This is a work of fiction, but created with some knowledge about the real thing.

part 1 - part 2.

Warnings: 18+! smut/angst. brief mention of suicidal thoughts, suggested form of sexual abuse (not described, only hinted to explain the character's emotions).

Pairing: Modern Spy!Sihtric x Spy!Reader (f)

Summary: You and Sihtric both had one more task to do.

Word count: 6k (sorry).

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You and Sihtric continued to meet and hook up over the course of the next few months. You slowly began to earn each other's trust, despite both knowing there was something left unspoken between the two of you, and you both managed to sneak further into each other's lives. You were careful with Sihtric, as you had been told that he was a hardened criminal and a vile drug dealer. But the soft edges he showed you once you began to spend more time with him just didn't add up to his apparent reputation of being cruel and heartless.

Everything you had learned about him before you were sent to seduce him didn't make sense with his entire behaviour in private with you. You had seduced dozens of men like him, who had done the most terrible things and had produced the greatest amounts of drugs, and Sihtric truly wasn't like any of those vicious men. You were convinced Sihtric was able to kill, no doubt about that, and that he could stand his ground when it came to doing drug business. But something was off. You felt as if you didn't know everything you had to know, and it didn't sit well with you.

Sihtric also didn't know what exactly there was about you that made him question your story. He couldn't confirm that you were a spy of sorts, but it was suspicious how careful you were. He knew better than to fall for a simple honey trap, but he also refused to believe you were setting him up. And why would he be set up? As far as Sihtric knew, he hadn't done anything wrong. Unless you were sent by Skade, but that didn't make any sense as Skade allowed him to be close to her and all up in her drug empire. Sometime ago he had informed his superiors he'd be off the radar for a while in order to infiltrate further, but he wasn't aware that those in charge of him had taken this as a confirmation he had gone rogue.

And beside all of that, you had completely clouded his mind, as intended, for he quickly developed feelings for you after that night you gave him the best blowjob of his life. He had gifted you some expensive jewellery a few weeks after that, a golden ring with a red ruby, which was the ultimate sign that you had him completely trapped and he wasn't thinking straight anymore. And all you had done to get him to this point was sucking his cock and stroking his ego when you weren't sucking him off. That's how easy men were.

But Sihtric also continued to do his job whenever you weren't around, keeping up appearances and sweet talking Skade in order to lure her further into a trap of his own. Because Sihtric had been doing the exact same thing to Skade that you were doing to him, but he had been doing it for much longer with her. And in the end, he could never understand how you had him fooled just the way he fooled her. It had taken a long time before he earned Skade's trust, and he had done it just like you, by the rules he was taught and by engaging in uncountable sexual activities with her to win her over.

But once he realised he needed to get his hands dirty for her in order to eventually take her entire empire down, he had to go beyond what he was taught and he stopped playing by the rules. Everytime he called in new intel, his superiors would tell him how to proceed but they clearly didn't know who they were dealing with. Skade was a mistress of lies and tricks, and she would see right through Sihtric eventually if he did as he was told by those in charge. So in a way he could agree that he did go rogue, but he never turned his back on his country or meant to disrespect those who had sculpted him into the spy he had become.

And Sihtric definitely didn't work for Skade, but he simply made everyone believe that he did and it took all his self discipline to stay clear headed about it while he would occasionally leak some intel to his employers, who still happily accepted that intel while plotting his assassination behind his back.

But then you appeared… and you changed everything.

By now Sihtric had figured your story about wanting to become an actress was bullshit, but since you had him wrapped around your finger he didn't care what your motive was, he just wanted to have you around. However, his suspicions about the time and reason of your appearance, and the way you handled yourself, were confirmed when you came over to his apartment one night and spilled a secret because you, without realising it, were wrapped around his finger all the same.

'Cnut?' you frowned after he asked if you knew him, 'yeah, I've heard of him. And I know more than you think,' you smiled with a wink.

'Oh, do you?' Sihtric gave you his half smile as he leaned in closer while he sat next to you on his couch, overlooking the darkened city.

'Yes, but it's a secret,' you giggled.

'Come on,' the charming spy laughed as he placed his hand on your thigh, 'tell me. You tell me a secret and… maybe I'll tell you a secret,' he winked.

You rolled your eyes, but you weren't immune to his tactics, the same way he couldn't resist falling for yours. And so you told him more than you should've when he began to kiss your neck, leaving soft and openmouthed kisses as his lips trailed from your ear to your shoulders.

'Cnut is not dead,' you breathed, 'he's arrested. But you can't tell anyone about this.'

Sihtric hummed in response and slowly slid his hand under your short dress.

'How do I know you're telling the truth?' he whispered against your lips, realising you had still never kissed him.

'You'd just have to trust me on that,' you whispered back, refraining from pressing your lips onto his, 'now, tell me your secret, pretty boy.'

'My secret?' Sihtric laughed softly as his teeth grazed your ear, while his hand moved further up under your skirt, 'I'll tell you my secret,' he murmured, 'but first I want to taste you.'

You watched him smoothly drop to his knees in front of you, his dimly lit apartment casting shadows over you both as you looked at each other for a moment. You knew what was about to happen, and you allowed Sihtric to slide down your panties and to lift your legs over his broad shoulders, while you fell back on his comfortable couch. Your hands moved though his short hair while your back arched with each stroke of his tongue and each movement of his fingers.

You felt dizzy at how good he made you feel, knowing exactly how and where to touch you combined with the perfect pressure. You never had experienced a man this skilled, which should be cause for alarm, but you were too dumbed down by the way he pleased you that you couldn't think straight anymore. And even if it had alarmed you, you wouldn't have listened to your gut anyway, because all you wanted to focus on was the fact that the most handsome man you had ever met was also the only man who knew how to give you the perfect oral pleasure. And you couldn't give a single fuck about anything else in that very moment while his head was between your thighs, his tongue between your folds and his fingers inside you; kissing, licking, sucking and thrusting until you came with a satisfying moan.

'My secret,' Sihtric whispered after he wiped his mouth and climbed back up to you, 'is that I'm falling in love with you.'

Your breath suddenly hitched in your throat upon hearing his words. You knew you had him trapped, but hearing him say he was truly falling for you… it caused you to feel a sudden pang and you pushed him away as you jumped up.

'Hey,' he scoffed, confused at your behaviour, 'what the fuck?'

'I- I'm sorry,' you stammered as you almost tripped over your feet, your legs still unstable after the intense orgasm he had given you, 'I need… I need to use the… the toilet.'

You stumbled through his apartment as you searched for his bathroom, your head still spinning while your lungs kept demanding more air. You slammed the door shut and locked it, then raked your hands through your hair as you paced barefooted back and forth over his heated marble floor.

'This cannot be happening,' you whispered to yourself in the mirror, 'you can't catch feelings. You can't catch any feelings for that fucking guy! What is wrong with you? Pull yourself together, you dumb bitch! You know better… you've been taught better… you can't fall in love.'

You tried to collect yourself before you left the bathroom, finding Sihtric was smoking outside on his balcony, and you awkwardly told him you had to go back to your hotel. Before he could ask what was wrong, you had already left. And Sihtric hadn't been lying when he told you he was falling in love with you, he just had no idea on how hooked he was yet.

Luckily Sihtric had been out of town for a few days after that disaster of a night you had last time you saw him. You still stayed in touch during texts when he was away, and sometimes he would even call you because he missed you. And it seemed as if he had completely forgotten about what happened that night. But of course he hadn't, he just wanted to move forward with you and wanted to believe you liked him as much as he liked you. So when he was back home after those couple of days, he immediately called to invite you over.

In the days you hadn't seen each other you were able to pick yourself up again and get a grip on the situation at hand. You were here to do a job, nothing more and nothing less. And no matter how beautiful your target was or how you'd gladly let him actually fuck you whenever he would want to, fact was that your goal remained to eliminate him once Skade was arrested. So catching feelings was out of the question, because there was no future at all.

And so you were back to pretending all over again around him, playing the picture perfect love interest while you slowly forced yourself further into his shady business. And Sihtric? He so desperately wanted you to be the real thing, he was completely blinded and smitten by you, and he had slowly spilled more secrets about the business he did with Skade and about the part he played; closing drug deals for her.

You turned off your emotions when you met him again, or so you thought, but you couldn't keep your hands from lightly trembling when he opened his door and smiled at you. And you couldn't help but feel safe and at peace once he held you in his arms while he told you he had missed you. And after another steamy evening that consisted purely of oral pleasure and no kissing, you found yourself next to him in bed again, both naked with only a thin sheet covering everything below the waist.

'You are so perfect,' Sihtric smiled with his love dazed eyes, 'what are you doing with a guy like me?'

'I guess… I was just born to be a trophy wife,' you joked and shrugged lightly.

'A trophy wife?' he laughed and shook his head disapprovingly, 'honey…'

'Your trophy wife,' you said and gave him a playful wink, which made him weak to his knees once more.

Sihtric smiled at your sweet words, but his smile quickly faded and a concerned look painted his face as if he suddenly realised something.

'Look,' he spoke softly after he sighed deeply, 'the people I work with and the work I do… I'm afraid I will only ruin your life, darling. And I don't want that for you.'

'Well,' you scoffed lightly, 'if you don't want me around-'

'No, no,' Sihtric said calmly and prevented you from getting up, 'that's not what I said, darling. And that is not what I meant either, because I do want you around. I like having you around. You seem to understand me in a weird way, and you're not… you're not scared of the world I live in. Or perhaps you are a really great actress,' he chuckled, 'but you don't seem worried about what I'm involved in.'

'It does scare me,' you half lied, 'but I had a rough upbringing and was taught to take care of myself. And I like being around you too,' you whispered as you traced the scars on his beautiful face, 'I feel safe with you… and loved.'

You hated how the truth was spoken by you. As much as you had tried to tune out any of your own emotions, it was impossible around him and every second you weren't with him you simply craved to be with him. It was overwhelming and frightening, but you couldn't pull yourself away even though you knew you'd have to pull the trigger eventually and kill him.

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, 'I want you to feel safe and loved with me, because you are, I promise. And actually, there's something I have to tell you.'

'What?'

'So, I don't even know if we're really dating,' he said, his silky voice warming you pleasantly once again, 'but I don't do casual dating, I'm quite impatient.'

Sihtric always thought it was funny how impatient he was in his day to day life, while when it came to his job, he had all the patience in the world. And that's another thing you had both learned; to have patience. And you both had all the patience in the world when it came to enchanting your target and finding out their secrets, if you weren't blinded that was.

'What are you implying?' you smiled, then seductively bit down on your lower lip while his eyes trailed off to your bare breasts for a moment and his fingers trailed down your neck.

'I have to leave soon.'

'Leave? Where to?'

'Abroad,' he said, keeping it vague, 'Skade is sending me to close a business deal.'

'Oh? What kind of deal?' you asked, carefully prying as if he didn't know by now that you were well aware of the drug deals he made.

Sihtric chuckled, 'A big deal, darling.'

'So… what is it you want with me? You know I'm not in that business.'

'I want you to join me,' Sihtric said rather bluntly, 'a pretty woman on my arm always looks good during a deal. And if I can't persuade them,' he leaned in and lightly traced your lips with his thumb, 'then maybe you can,' he winked.

You laughed and touched his arm again, like you always did when he made you laugh, which still seemed to be well received as he wetted his lips while he looked at you.

'So,' you said, 'how could I possibly persuade whoever you do business with?'

'All you have to do is look pretty next to me,' he half murmured as he held your chin and leaned in even closer, 'you know, just be my trophy wife. You think you could do that for me, doll?'

You accompanied Sihtric on his business trip a few days later, after careful consideration with your superiors, and you had set up a plan on how to proceed. You travelled first class to some tropical island you had never even heard of, but this wasn't a holiday, because once the plane landed you knew you had to get down to serious work.

Sihtric kept you close the entire time you were together, being unable to keep his hands off you and just desperate to finally kiss you. But you always managed to make him forget about the numerous warning signs he had noticed, by dropping down to your knees and pulling down his pants. It was almost funny how easy to control he was, and yet you couldn't help but feel awful about it. And to make him forget about all the questions he still had about you, dropping down to your knees for him was the first thing you did once you arrived at the hotel room. And when Sihtric took a shower after that, his head still spinning as he stumbled to the bathroom, you were quick to sync his phone with yours so you could track his whereabouts if needed.

And it would be needed later that day, when Sihtric suddenly told you after dinner that he had to go and meet someone. He'd be back in two hours or so, he promised, and while you kept track of his location you also finally found some time to go through his stuff. His location told you he was at some other hotel on the island, and the drive there seemed to have taken about thirty minutes, so you had enough time to snoop around.

You managed to hack into his laptop, which he had foolishly left, and after several attempts you found a way into his seemingly hidden files. You had to give it to him, he knew how to hide his stuff, which struck you as odd as the way he had stored and hidden records on his laptop was done in the same way as you had been taught. You tried to shake the weird feeling in your gut, that he could be a spy turned traitor, and you scrolled through as many files as you could and as fast as you could.

At least an hour had passed before your eyes landed on a recent file and, once opened, you discovered it held information about the deal he was to make tomorrow, with you by his side. And it turned out it wasn't just a regular deal, it was a deal with some government officials and Skade was supposed to be present too. Shocked by your discovery, you immediately called it in and then noticed that Sihtric's location changed; he was on his way back to you.

When Sihtric returned he seemed completely different. He was quiet and his eyes were empty. He didn't even attempt to kiss you, like he usually tried, instead he just strolled past you towards the bathroom without being able to look at you.

'What's wrong?' you asked him, truly concerned.

'Just tired from the trip,' he half mumbled as he took off his white blouse and his belt, throwing them on the bed before he locked the bathroom door behind him.

His behaviour struck you as odd. He had never looked like this before and beside that, he had showered already only a few hours ago. Once you heard the water running you went over to the bed to pick up his clothes, hoping to find a trace of something that would tell you what was going on. And as you attempted to fold his blouse you suddenly noticed smudged lipstick stains on the inside of his collar, and your stomach dropped. You stared at the stains and sat down on the bed, feeling as if the rug had been pulled from underneath your feet when suddenly everything started to make sense. And just when it all clicked, you received a message from your boss, confirming everything you had just figured out; Sihtric was a former spy, trained exactly like you, and had been seducing Skade in order to get close. And as you remembered reading that Skade was to be present at the deal the next day, you knew exactly where Sihtric had been and what he had done to persuade her to be there. And you knew exactly how empty, disgusted and used he felt right now while he probably tried to wash away the feeling.

And while you tried to keep yourself together, being shocked by finding out he was a former spy gone rogue and also by understanding that the man you had fallen in love with just had sex with someone else, Sihtric fell apart in the shower. Biting down on the towel between his teeth as the hot water rained down on him, tears rolling down his cheeks while his pained grunts were muffled by the towel and the sound of running water. And as you tried to think of how to proceed with your task, which remained unchanged despite your newly gained knowledge, Sihtric wondered how much longer he could do his task. How much longer he could let his body be used by a woman who disgusted him while he had fallen in love with you. And you realised you still had to kill him, because no one, not even you, knew that Sihtric never truly went rogue and that it was all part of his plan to take Skade down.

And Sihtric was done, he realised when he looked at himself in the mirror, and he'd rather blow his own brains out than ever having to sleep with her again. He was done. It had to be done tomorrow. He'd make sure it was going to be done after tomorrow. And with that thought he picked himself up again and joined you in bed, where you both silently wept in the dark as you held each other.

'I know how you feel,' you whispered after a long silence.

And those were the only words being spoken before your trembling lips found his in the darkened room, and you finally captured each other in a long-awaited kiss. Short and soft pecks at first, which slowly turned into longer and deeper kisses, until you tasted each other's tears and felt each other's tongues while your hands were in his hair and his roaming all over you body.

And before you fell asleep, you both had it figured out without needing to say the words. You were both trapped in the world of sexpionage, and you had both broken one of the main rules: don't ever fall in love.

The next morning you both woke up early. And while still being sleepy, your lips found each other again while hands dared to discover further under the sheets. The room was cool and quiet while the sun struggled to force its light through the dark curtains. You got lost in each other; in the kisses, in the touches and in the sound of the soft and needy moans you both let slip from your mouths. You felt his weight pressing onto you comfortably while his hard cock teased your soaked entrance before he smoothly pushed inside you.

He kissed you as you gasped at the feeling of him, and he carefully took your hands, locking his fingers with yours before he pinned your hands down above your head while he slowly began to thrust into you. You kissed passionately as you made slow and deep love, which was unlike anything either of you ever felt before, and it felt like heaven. The tenderness in the touches, the love in the kisses, and the sweet, heavy and long moans that you both spilled onto each other's lips were pure and absolute bliss. And you both never thought you would experience intimacy in a safe and pleasant way such as this, and it was addictive.

After you both climaxed, Sihtric pulled you in his arms as he laid on his back. He took your hand and kissed it softly before he placed it upon his chest, allowing you to feel his beating heart.

'Do you feel that?' he whispered, his voice still raspy.

'Your heart?'

'Mhm,' he hummed softly, 'that belongs to you.'

You closed your eyes in an attempt to fight your tears, but it was already too late.

'What's wrong?' Sihtric asked as he heard you sniffle, 'did I do something? Did I hurt you?'

'No,' you reassured him and buried your face in his neck, 'no. You're the only man who has never hurt me.'

Sihtric was quiet for a moment, holding you tightly wrapped in his strong arms as you wept, and his mind spiralled as he remembered today was the day that everything would end.

'I have to tell you something,' he whispered after you had wiped your tears, 'and I'm risking everything by telling it. My life, my job… everything. I know you stepped into that pub for a reason, the night we met, and I'm still not sure what exactly that reason is, but before we go to that deal later today, I need you to know that I am not a drug dealer. I'm a spy… with the profession being sexpionage.'

'I know,' you whispered hoarsely, 'I figured it out yesterday, when you came back to the hotel. You… you were with Skade, weren't you?'

'I was,' Sihtric confessed, clearly upset, 'and I'm sorry. I don't want to be with her like that, but I learned how to switch my emotions off, so it hasn't been that rough to get to where I am now. But then I met you. And,' he sighed, 'it's like you awakened every emotion in me that I had tuned out for half of my life, and I can't tune them out anymore. The last few times I was with her… it was awful. I had to keep seeing her because I couldn't fuck up the trap I had set up, but I was falling for you in the meantime. And I… I am in love with you.'

'I'm in love with you too,' you said, finally telling him at least something that was completely true, and you started to cry again.

'What's wrong?' he asked again.

'Everything,' you cried, 'everything! I fucked up everything.'

You sat up and Sihtric took your hands, 'What do you mean, darling?' he asked.

'Sihtric,' you said with a sob, 'I'm the same. We are the same. You know there is a reason why I seem so understanding, and it's because we do the same kind of work. We are both trapped, our bodies belonging to those in charge of us, and we can't seem to get out of it. You were my target. I was to seduce you and to get as close as possible to Skade, so I could take her down.'

'You were sent to take Skade down?' Sihtric asked, then scoffed as he was bewildered, 'that is literally why I am here. It was my job to take her down, and I'm so fucking close-'

'But you… you went rogue,' you said, confused, 'they told me you had gone rogue and you were actually working for Skade now.'

'No, no, no,' Sihtric shook his head, 'no, I did everything I could to make it look like that, but I am not a traitor. I still leak intel-'

'What? What do you mean? You are still working for…'

'I am. I am still working for my boss, our boss, it seems. I give intel when I can but I am not playing by the rules anymore, and they know that.'

'But, Sihtric,' you said and swallowed hard, 'they… they sent me to kill you.'

Sihtric froze. He stared at you as the room was faintly lit by the warm sun outside, and he felt his heart pounding out of his chest.

'What do you mean?'

'I was told that you can't be trusted, but I was never told that you still give them intel. You still work for the same people as me, but they… they want to get rid of you because they don't trust you. I was meant to be a honey trap… but I fell in love.'

Sihtric still stared at you, and he then began to laugh out of despair. He already knew you hadn't been fully honest, but that you were a honey trap was beyond him.

'So… nothing between us was real?' he asked, clearly hurt and yet not completely surprised anymore.

'My feelings were real,' you said quickly and took his face, 'I promise, everything was real except for my background story. My feelings were real… but I… I have a job to do. I have a team who is prepared to arrest Skade during that deal today,' you whispered brokenly, 'I have a job to fulfil.'

'I know,' Sihtric said as calmly as possible, but his voice was shaky, 'do what you have to do. I don't want to know your plan, just do it. Because I promise you, I can't take another day living like this anymore. Promise me that you'll kill me too, even if Skade gets away.'

'No, Sihtric-'

'Promise me,' he said, his tone urgent while he grabbed your shoulders, 'if she gets away I will have to continue this assignment, and I can't fucking do it anymore.'

'I… I can't-'

'Yes you can,' he almost shook you, 'you were trained to do that. You can kill me, darling, I'm your task,' he said and grabbed your chin, only to kiss you almost painfully before he spoke again, 'I'm just another target.'

You and Sihtric hadn't spoken a word anymore since that morning. You had breakfast and lunch together, and then both dressed up for the planned meeting that evening. The tension was sharp, but you both tried to ignore any feelings involved in order to do your job. It wasn't easy though, and more than once you both lost control and ended up kissing each other while tears were fought quietly, until the dreadful moment arrived.

You and Sihtric arrived at the agreed meeting point to close the deal. The government officials who were there to buy drugs were already waiting in the abandoned warehouse. You carried a gun strapped to your thigh, which was hidden by your flowy dress, and you walked alongside your target, who was dressed just as sharply and carried a gun underneath his blouse. You played the trophy wife role well, and the buyers fell for your charms with ease while they negotiated with Sihtric. And Sihtric could only admire you silently, the way you wrapped anyone around your finger with ease was a delight to watch, and he cursed himself internally for being just as foolish as those men were now. But at least, he thought, there had been something real between the two of you. And if he was to die today, he would be honoured to have it done by your hands.

And you admired Sihtric just as much, the way he was so confident and knew exactly what he was talking about. But it also saddened you, as you knew he was only able to be this convincing because he had been stuck in this nightmare for far too long. Through your ear piece, hidden behind your hair, you were given updates about the status outside. Then Skade arrived, and by the look on her face when she saw you, Sihtric hadn't told her a word about you. But she knew this was not the place and time to argue, and she trusted him completely so deemed your presence safe.

But she'd be proven wrong within a matter of minutes, when you were warned only a split second before an entire team of black ops stormed the warehouse. You grabbed your gun as you stepped away from Sihtric, and you both saw how Skade made a run for it while the government officials got pinned down to the cold ground and were arrested.

You looked at Sihtric, who never made an attempt to reach for his weapon as he saw how his target seemed to get away, just as he had feared, and he took a few steps back.

'Do it,' he said to you as he dropped down to his knees, 'don't make me go back to her, please.'

Your eyes darted between your target and Skade, and you pointed your gun at Sihtric while Skade reached the doors of the warehouse.

'I… I truly loved you,' you whispered, and a pathetic single tear rolled down your cheek.

'I know,' Sihtric replied, 'I did too. Thank you,' he swallowed hard, 'for at least making me feel something real before I die.'

Your hands were unsteady as you kept the gun pointed at him. And Sihtric closed his eyes before multiple gunshots echoed through the warehouse, followed by a shrill shriek and the shouting of men who were there to back you up.

'No!' you shouted and ran towards Sihtric as a group of men closed in on him.

You pushed through them and kneeled down beside Sihtric, wrapping your arms around his heavy body and kissing his face all over while you cried and barked an order to the men around you, who listened and then backed away as you caressed your target's face without getting a response.

Several hours later Sihtric woke up in what looked like a hospital, and he figured he must be dead once he saw you sitting next to his bed. He tried to move but you quickly stopped him and hushed him when he tried to speak.

'It's okay,' you whispered and gently raked your fingers through his hair, 'you're okay, Sihtric. You only passed out.'

Sihtric looked confused, having no recollection of the events that happened prior to him waking up, except for one thing.

'Skade?' he mumbled weakly.

'You're free,' you said as you held back your tears, 'you're free, sweetheart. They got her. She almost got away, but the door she ran for was locked, so she was trapped. And I… I shot her in both knees so she couldn't attempt another escape.'

'Why didn't you kill me?' Sihtric asked as he began to remember.

'Because I am a shit spy,' you laughed through your tears, 'and I fell in love with my target.'

'The worst spy,' Sihtric chuckled softly while still a little dizzy, 'but not as shit as me.'

'I think you're a great spy,' you said and leaned in even closer, your noses almost touching, 'you made everyone believe you had gone rogue and were a traitor.'

'They're still coming for me about that, aren't they?'

'They are,' you sighed, 'they have questions. But I already heard they won't arrest you or ask me to still kill you. They just want a full report.'

'I got that.'

'I know,' you laughed, 'I've seen the amount of files on your laptop.'

Sihtric frowned at that, then smiled when he realised you had been doing your job while he did his.

'Tell me,' he then said, 'and be honest. Was anything real between us?'

'Yes,' you nodded, 'I already told you that my feelings were real.'

Sihtric smiled with a sense of relief, and he carefully took your chin.

'My feelings were real,' you continued, 'and the orgasms you gave me were real too.'

You both laughed before he kissed you, and then promised you that once all this shit was over he'd take you out on a real date and wanted to get to know the real you. You told him you wanted the same, but you also wanted to know what he was going to do next.

'Skade was my ticket out of this life,' Sihtric confessed, 'I'm done now. Early retirement, or whatever they call it. But what about you?'

'I resigned immediately after her arrest. No one can do this kind of work when you've fallen in love with someone.'

'Good,' he smiled, 'so… are we dating then?'

'I don't know,' you shrugged with a smile, 'are you sure you want to be with me? I mean, you still don't really know me.'

'Honey,' Sihtric said with a sly smile, 'you already had me trapped from the first night we met, what makes you think I could walk away from you now?'

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can you do a chapter based on your Death!Reader and God!Brother hcs where Death wakes up from her sleep and goes to Heaven to check up on her brother's children and everyone is obviously terrified of her?

Hmmm…I’m not typically one to do requests because the urge to write is so sporadic and random for me. BUT I have been thinking about the initial confrontation in Heaven for a while now, so here are some head cannons for that. >w>

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- It’s a typical perfect day in Heaven…Until it isn’t. Having seen what had become of your realm and learning Heaven was to blame for it, you’re on your way to rip someone a new asshole.

- Screams erupt from the Angels as the ground begins to shake and the bright sky darkens. Sera and Emily rush out just in time to join the Angels in watching in abject terror as a massive pool of darkness forms on the ground, and from it slowly rises a menacing figure.

- The figure is massive, and it only continues to rise until even the tallest building barely reaches its hips. Its six long horns twist and arch toward the sky, only making the figure appear even taller. Upon reaching its full height, the figure spreads its six mighty wings, each one sporting a menacingly sharp claw and all as shrouded in darkness as the rest of the figure.

- As its wings blot out the sun further, the figure opens its many blazing white eyes; two where you’d normally expect to see eyes, a third in the center of its forehead, and dozens more scattered across its wings and body.

- Sera lost all color as soon as she saw the figure rising, and somehow lost even MORE color when the figure opened all of its eyes. She looks like she shit herself, and Emily is panicking, trying desperately to get Sera to tell her what’s going on; she’s never seen the older Seraph look so terrified.

- With this unimaginably imposing figure now looming over Heaven, Adam decides this is the PERFECT time to attack, having been dumb enough to think this was a Demon attacking Heaven.

- The exorcists fly up towards the figure, ready to attack. This only angers the figure further however, and with a rumble that shakes the ground itself, the figure merely flaps its wings; creating a gust of wind so powerful it knocks all the exorcists back onto the ground.

- It’s at this point Sera FINALLY snaps out of it, rushing to Adam in mad panic and damn nearly strangling him while telling him to call off the exorcists. Which he does, albeit with some reluctance.

- This doesn’t stop him from asking Sera what gives, and her response is “Adam you absolute fucking fool, that is DEATH!”

- Now it’s Adam’s turn to look like he shit himself. “Death? As in, “the big man himself’s younger sister” Death?? As in, “the baddest bitch you’ve EVER seen, but can kill ANYTHING by just touching it” Death??? THAT fucking Death????” Ignoring that last statement, Sera’s frantic nodding in confirmation confirms to Adam that he has indeed fucked up. Big time. Adam then proceeds to lose all color in his face and practically cowers behind Sera as she cautiously approaches you, mentally preparing herself to be reaped on the spot.

- Back to your perspective however, you’re fucking PISSED. So pissed that you don’t even notice or stop to think that most of Heaven’s inhabitants likely have NO CLUE who you are, and are likely legitimately fearing for their lives. Meanwhile for all the older Angels and Angelic beings who’ve been alive long enough to have known you before you went to sleep, like Sera, they’re all still very much afraid, but it’s more in line with the “oh shit mom’s home early and she saw the mess we made in the kitchen, she’s gonna kill us!” kind of fear.

- The fact that they sent exorcists at you makes you even angrier. Like for starters, how fucking weak do they think you are that you could be stopped by just some low level Angelic beings with pointy sticks?? And then the audacity to even attack you to begin with, like THEY weren’t the ones who fucked up and you’re just some kind of strange intruder needing to be slain?? The INDIGNITY of it all!

- Your voice booms throughout Heaven, making even the ground tremble at the sheer intensity of it. “WHO DID IT?” You’re met with only silence, so you ask again with more force. “MY REALM IS A COMPLETE MESS WITH MILLIONS OF DISPLACED SOULS RIGHT NOW. SO AGAIN I ASK, WHICH ONE OF YOU FLAT FOOT CHILDREN DID THIS?!”

- Sera replies, voice trembling slightly. “Are…Are you talking about the exterminations? “IF THAT IS WHAT YOU’RE CALLING THIS MOCKERY OF MY WORK, THEN YES.” Sera looks visibly confused and concerned. “But…That SHOULDN’T be possible!…The exterminations KILL the Sinners; their souls should be gone, not stuck in Limbo! There has to be some kind of mistake here!”

- Hearing this, you can’t help but let out a brief but harsh cackle, making the ground jolt from the abruptness. “DEAR YOU HONESTLY THINK A SOUL COULD BE SO EASY TO DESTROY? A SOUL IS A POWERFUL THING FOR A REASON CHILD, IF THEY WERE SO EASILY DESTROYED THEN NONE OF YOU WOULD BE STANDING HERE BEFORE ME NOW!…SO ONCE AGAIN, WHO. DID. THIS?! AND SO HELP ME, IF I HAVE TO ASK AGAIN THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES.”

- Whilst Sera is dumbfounded by this revelation, Adam sees a golden opportunity to save his ass and points at Sera. “I-It was her! Yeah it was all fucking HER idea! I-I tried to tell her it was stupid, b-but she just REALLY wanted to go down and kill those bast- Demons! Yeah she REALLY wanted to kill all those poor Demons, can ya fucking believe this shit?!”

- Before Sera can defend herself, the darkness seems to intensify, and she can just FEEL every one of your eyes glaring daggers into her. “SERA…YOU SIGNED OFF ON THIS?? YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF, I EXPECTED SO MUCH BETTER FROM YOU! I LEFT EXPLICIT INSTRUCTIONS FOR HEAVEN AND HELL TO WORK TOGETHER TO SORT SOULS FOR THIS VERY REASON! AND NOW BECAUSE OF THESE BARBARIC “EXTERMINATIONS”, YOU’VE COMPLETELY DESTROYED THE BALANCE I WORKED SO HARD TO CREATE AND MAINTAIN. I HOPE YOU’RE PROUD OF YOURSELF, BECAUSE I’M CERTAINLY NOT!”

- It’s a strange and mildly amusing sight to see the head seraph get scolded like a misbehaving child by this massive dark entity. But here we are anyway!

- At one point during the tongue lashing you’re giving to your niece, Emily buts in and asks for an explanation for what’s going on; having not heard Sera’s previous explanation to Adam apparently.

- Your temper flares for a brief moment, and you just about launched into another lecture at the little shit who DARED interrupt you. But upon seeing Emily, you softened considerably, seeing that she was young and TRULY didn’t understand what was happening.

- “AH…I APOLOGIZE DEAR, BUT I DON’T THINK I RECOGNIZE YOU…COME CLOSER LITTLE ONE SO I CAN SEE YOU.” You slowly crouch down and lower your hand, offering Emily to climb onto it. Emily is hesitant, obviously a bit scared of you. But Sera encourages her to go to you, she knows that you won’t hurt Emily and it’s high time she meets her aunt anyway.

- With the small seraph in hand, you stand back up to your full height and bring her closer to your face. Now FINALLY able to see her properly, you speak. “YOU’RE FAIRLY YOUNG FOR A SERAPH…YOU MUST’VE BEEN BORN DURING MY SLUMBER, AND IN THAT CASE I APOLOGIZE THIS HAD TO BE OUR FIRST MEETING. TELL ME, WHAT IS YOUR NAME CHILD?”

- Her voice trembling slightly, Emily tells you her name and then asks who you are and asks if you’re a seraph like her and Sera. The innocent question gets a genuine laugh out of you, and despite it shaking the ground it’s a lovely sound. “OH CHILD, I AM FAR FROM BEING A SERAPH. THOUGH I CAN SEE WHY YOU WOULD THINK THAT. YOU WERE ALL MADE IN MY IMAGE AFTER ALL.”

- Seeing the visible confusion on Emily’s face, you elaborated. “LONG AGO, YOUR FATHER WANTED TO SHOW HIS APPRECIATION OF ME. SO FOR HIS FIRST SENTIENT CREATIONS, THE SERAPHIM, HE BASED THEM ALL ON ME.” Emily looks surprised, and follows up by asking how you know God.

- You give another genuine laugh at her question. “SWEETY I’M HIS YOUNGER SISTER, I AM “DEATH”, THE GODDESS OF WELL…DEATH. BUT YOU CAN CALL ME “D” OR “AUNT D”, MOST OF YOUR SIBLINGS DO.” Emily’s mind is blown “Wait! YOU’RE aunt D?! Sera told me all kinds of stories about you before you went to sleep, like the time you got into an argument with Father over his invention of the “Snuggie”. I never thought I’d get to meet you!”

- “IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A BATHROBE YOU WORE BACKWARDS, AND I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE HE THOUGHT THAT WAS AT ALL CLEVER.” You huff, feeling amusement and mild irritation at that memory.

- “SPEAKING OF YOUR FATHER, WHERE IS HE?” Sera speaks up, having managed to recollect herself, and explains that no one has seen or heard a word from God since before you went to sleep.

- The irritated snarl that leaves your throat sounds like thunder and shakes the ground, making everyone tremble with fear. “THAT LAZY BASTARD HAD ONE FUCKING JOB, WATCH HIS DAMN KIDS, AND HE COULDN’T EVEN DO THAT?! NO WONDER THIS ALL HAPPENED THEN, HE LEFT YOU ALL UNSUPERVISED!”

- Bending over, you carefully set Emily down before standing back up. “I HATE TO CUT MY INTRODUCTION SHORT, BUT APPARENTLY I NEED TO GO AND HAVE A LITTLE CHAT WITH YOUR FATHER.” You stare pointedly at Sera and continue. “DON’T THINK THIS MEANS YOU’RE ENTIRELY OFF THE HOOK EITHER. WHILE YES, YOUR FATHER’S ABSENCE IS MOSTLY TO BLAME FOR THIS DEBACLE, YOU ALSO KNOW BETTER THAN TO DO SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS. WE WILL BE DISCUSSING THIS MORE ONCE I FINISH WITH YOUR FATHER, AND IF I COME BACK AND FIND OUT YOU HELD ANY MORE OF THESE “EXTERMINATIONS” I WILL TURN YOU INTO A HOLLOW! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?” Looking at the ground, Sera nods and says “Yes Auntie D…”

- Satisfied with that response, you bid everyone farewell and slowly melt back into the ground, completely disappearing. Once you’re gone, the sunlight is back and it’s as if you were never there.

- Now the seraphim have to soothe the murmuring crowd while Sera starts attempting to get in contact with Lucifer to let him know that “Hey Aunt D found out about the exterminations and is NOT happy about it. She just got done yelling at me, and now she’s on her way to go read Father the riot act. Just warning you now because once she’s done with him, you’re probably gonna be next.”

- Lucifer receives the message and is now frantically trying to create peace offerings in hopes they’ll make you more amicable, while also preemptively planning his own funeral in case the peace offerings don’t work.

- Meanwhile in God’s palace, God is currently relaxing in an elaborate hot tub and watching American football on an absurdly large TV whilst drinking wine like it’s water. He’s pretty drunk and having a grand time yelling at the TV.

- His fun is interrupted through by you literally kicking in the door and storming in, you’ve shrunken down to your smaller size so all your features are actually visible now and not covered in darkness as you glare at your older brother with an intensity that could peel paint.

- God startled momentarily before seeing it’s you and giving you a dopey smile. He’s also in his smaller form, so that makes things slightly easier for you. “Ohhh heeeyyy Death!…You startled me thereee…It’zzzz beeen awhillle, huh?” You scoff at his slurred speech, in disbelief that he could be so drunk right now.

- “Yes, it HAS been awhile. Good to see that you still choose to spend your days getting completely wasted instead of tending to your children.” You answer tersely, and God rolls his eyes. “Zzstill the saaame old ssstuck up bitch…Tha kidzz are fahine Deee! Yyyoou should cohme haave ah drink wib meee.”

- You ignore God’s offer for a drink and cut right to the chase. “No, your kids are NOT fine! When was the last time you checked in on them?! Do you even know what they’re up to right now??!” God dismissively waves his hand and chugs more wine. “I juzzt checked on thhhem ah couple decades aghooo..They’rrre prohably makinnn neeewh liffe.”

- “God that is a load of shit, and you know it! I was JUST down in Heaven, and the seraphim told me that you haven’t seen or spoken to ANY of them since I left to take my nap eons ago! And furthermore, while you’ve been in here drinking the day away, your children have COMPLETELY destroyed the balance we created! They’ve been mass slaughtering Demons annually for millennia now, and Limbo is a complete disaster right now because of this!” Hearing this, God looks down at his bottle of whine, embarrassed, and mumbles an awkward “oh”.

- Silence hangs heavy in the air for a moment before God clears his throat and says. “Zzsooo…You’rrree NNOT gooing to drink wiff me?” At this you snap and snatch the wine bottle from God and chuck it at the TV, smashing the bottle and the TV. God shouts in anger but before he can ask you wtf that was for, you just lay into him. Calling him a deadbeat and pathetic excuse of a deity.

- “How can you just sit in here day after day, while your CHILDREN are out there causing such mayhem! Do you not love your children all??!” God is shouting back at you, his anger having sobered him up some so he’s not slurring as much. “How DARE you accuse me of not loving my children! I would giive ANYTHING for them and you know that!”

- “Then fucking ACT like it!! Don’t just sit in here and rot your mind with booze and TV!” God growls. “I don’t need you to tell meee how to handle my children! Why do you even care?! It’zzz not like they’re yours anyway!”

- “I care because they are part of MY family, and I want my family to be safe and happy, something that you couldn’t give less of a shit about apparently!” God throws his hands up at this point “Well what do you want from me Death, go hhhold their handz?! My children are ALL capable of thinking and being on their own, they don’t NEED me to do shit for them!”

- “That doesn’t mean that they don’t still need you there emotionally! But with the way you act maybe it’s best you ARE never there! After all, what use could any of them get from your pathetic drunk ass!!” This clearly struck a nerve as God points back at the door you came in through and roars at you to get the fuck out of his house. Growling, you give a harsh “Fine!” and tell him he can sit and be a drunk deadbeat all he wants because you’re done with him and his shit, and he’s NEVER to contact you again unless it’s in regards to his children or business.

- You stomp out of God’s palace and return to Limbo, wanting to start working on getting things cleaned up and cool off some before you go check on things in Hell.

- Once you’re gone though, God slumps his shoulders and hangs his head. With your venomous words echoing his head, he summons another bottle of wine and begins chugging it while he trudges into his bedchambers.

- He flops down onto the bed and picks up a framed photo and slowly brings it closer to his face. It’s an old photo, one taken shortly after God created the first few seraphim. You and God are both standing next to each other, arms around each other’s shoulders and leaning in close while the first seraphim all stand in between the two of you. Everyone is absolutely beaming, and God looks especially happy; so proud of his creations.

- Tears drop onto the photo as God remembers how things used to be back then, back when he was actually NEEDED by those around him and wasn’t just some brand figure who’s only job is to smile and wave. Even as he slowly sets the photo down, tears continue to fall and he holds his head in his hands. “…I’m sorry I’m so damn useless…Hopefully you’ll forgive me someday…Not that I deserve it though…I’m…so fucking sorry…” No one is there to hear God’s sobs, and eventually he passes out. He’d rather be dreaming of happier times anyway.

#damn this ended up being WAY longer than i intended #and with a bit of angst no less!#god isn’t a bad guy he’s just SUPER depressed and suffering an existential crisis #basically after creating the angelic beings he didn’t really have to do anything anymore #because the angels were able to create and think on their own #so there isn’t really anything for god to do now because the angels can do it themselves #with so much time on his hands he started questioning his existence and what he was even meant to do #he feels completely useless because he truly believes that if he isn’t constantly creating things then he has no purpose #he deals with this by holing up in his palace and drinking himself silly and getting high #he has not told you this primarily because he doesn’t know how #he’s much like his son lucifer in that he’s not great at discussing his feelings #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x death! reader #death reader #i like to imagine the seraphim have a group chat and sera just posts in it like ‘aunt d found out about the exorcisms. we’re all dead.’#and it starts blowing up with everyone freaking out and trying to figure out wtf they’re gonna do #lucifer is preparing for the ass whooping you’re gonna give him

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it’s kinda funny to me how that dumb scene in kiwami 1 of majima getting shot and left for dead in the harbor was basically just added as a half-assed way to explain majima not being around for a bit of the plot, but they accidentally(?) just made it seem like start of a chain reaction where majima ended up feeling slighted and heartbroken after being abandoned like that and then lashed out about it via smashing a big truck into the building kiryu was in. and yeah that isn’t inherently a romantic thing as-is but then they go and add the part where majima grabs a hostess and performatively hits on her as in-kiryu’s-face as possible, she says she’s already in love with someone, and majima lets her go immediately, no questions asked, making a big fucking point of it just to say see THAT kiryu? I appreciate when people are HONEST about their FEELINGS. people who won’t just BACKSTAB someone who CARES about them to save themselves. is that so crazy kiryu?? huh??? anyway make it up to me get down here and fight me right fucking now

#I think on another level he was sorta saying like ‘hey kiryu. you’re making it extremely clear that you don’t trust me and my intentions #and I’ve been trying to show you- over and over again- that I’d do just about anything for you and your safety #but I can’t just let my mask fall off in front of everyone- I need to keep up the unpredictable morally grey wildcard act for both my sake #AND yours. because disguising my helping you as crazy random violent outbursts and weird stalker behavior #is the only way I CAN help you. do you think it would go over well with shimano or literally anyone else if I was outright helping you out #of the kindness of my heart and fondness for you? stop being so fucking dense and look past the crazy wacky nonsense for a second and #maybe you’ll realize that all I do at the end of the day- really- is help you and put my own life and reputation on the line for you.#I am an honest guy when it comes to my real values and when I told you I wouldn’t let anyone kill you unelss it was myself- I meant it.#I’ve taken a knife and a bullet for you now. can you REALLY not see through the act yet? am I REALLY that unpredictable when you think about #it?’#that was a longer explanation than i intended but. it was difficult to put into words #I basically feel like it could be read as him implying kiryu shouldn’t backstab the people who put themselves on the line to help him #and/or pointing out that he’s never actually done kiryu dirty and has stuck to his word protecting him in the ways he can #trying to say yeah all this is a crazy act and all but when it comes down to it you Can trust me #it really makes sense when you think about it that he’d have to help kiryu/show affection towards kiryu in unpredictable convoluted ways #at that point in time because. I mean. there’s a reason he was the only person who showed up to welcome kiryu when he got out of prison #and that’s because A) he sticks to his word and his loyalty to people he cares about and B) no one else had the balls or the batshit insane #mask to wear to ward off anyone asking real questions like majima did. because ANYONE associating themselves with the supposed #patriarch-killer was a HUGE NO-NO at the time. someone important showing up for kiryu and welcoming him back outright could’ve caused #all-out warfare probably. except majima. because majima was dedicated and smart enough to use his widely-feared wildcard persona #(that everyone tended to view as incapable of having any Real agenda to worry about) to his And kiryu’s advantage #does that make sense??? I feel like it makes a lot of sense if you get it to click in your head #kazumaji #majima #kiryu #yakuza #kiwami 1 #yk1 #rambling

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camels-pen · 5 months

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warning: eating disorders/food issues

"Something wrong with it?"

Usopp startled and snapped his head to the side. His nose jabbed Sanji's eye and they both hissed. Usopp jerked away to rub the tip of his nose.

"Fuck, I forgot about that," Sanji grumbled. There was a contrasting, fond smile on his face as rubbed his eye. "Anyway, the food?"

"What about it?"

"What's wrong with it?"

Usopp turned his gaze back to his plate. Plenty of pork chops piled high- at Luffy's request for a meat-filled dinner- and mashed potatoes with green beans on the side. His mouth salivated again just staring at it.

"Nothing," he said. "Just taking my time."

He could feel Sanji's unimpressed stare. "You've been 'taking your time' through the whole dinner. Everyone's already finished and left. The moss ball even finished the dishes, and we both know how he likes to dawdle."

Despite himself, Usopp giggled quietly. When it was his turn to do dishes, Zoro always took his time, waiting for Sanji to get frustrated with his speed and leave him to finish it alone. It was the perfect strategy to steal booze when Sanji wasn't looking, but it seemed Usopp had unknowingly thwarted his first sake stealing attempt after their reunion.

As if reading his mind, Sanji said, "I let him steal that alcohol, you know. I'm not that stupid." He huffed, voice sounding like he was pouting as he added, "It's the only damn way I can keep an eye on his shitty drinking habits. He'd constantly drink us dry otherwise, that damn mossheaded bastard."

Usopp giggled again and made the mistake of glancing up at him. Sanji was staring across the room at the kitchen, probably the place he'd put all the good booze. He'd confided in Usopp, once, that he had two hiding places for drinking alcohol: one, more obvious place, by the fridge for the cheap stuff, and another, hidden somewhere he wouldn't say, for all the more expensive and high quality stuff. He'd confidently crowed, on more than one occasion, that despite the cheap stuff always going missing, he'd never lost a drop of anything else. He always looked so smug saying that, and well, Usopp now knew why.

But then his eye- the left one now, and despite looking right at it, the change had still caught him off guard more than once- turned to Usopp and Usopp clammed up. Sanji stared at him, his eyebrow- this one curled on the opposite side, closer to his nose bridge than his ear- raised high on his forehead. "If you're well enough to laugh at Zoro, it can't be that bad."

Usopp gulped. Looked away. "I'm not sick," he said quietly. "The food looks great, Sanji, really. Eating is just..." He trailed off. Neither of them spoke for a long moment, only the sounds of their distant crewmates enjoying the sight of their descent to the ocean's floor filling the galley.

Sanji's arm slowly, hesitantly, laid on the back of his chair- Sanji didn't used to hesitate, but, he supposed, things had changed. He settled himself in the chair next to Usopp, rather than continue to lean over him, and said softly, "Eating is just...?"

Usopp stared at the grain on the table, studying the lines and deviations with an intense and sudden fascination.

"Usopp."

"It's hard," he mumbled.

Another silence, this one less expecting and more confused. Awkward.

"You ate fine at breakfast...?" Sanji said, voice lilting up at the end, almost in question.

Usopp snorted. 'Ate fine' was a kinder way of putting it. Usopp had demolished breakfast, nearly rivaling Luffy with how much and how quickly he ate. The usual sense of desperation had dimmed slightly, now that he was with his crew, but it was still there, dictating his eating habits. He would've felt more ashamed if he hadn't seen Luffy, Franky, and Brook eating in the exact same disgusting manner. Instead, he felt right at home.

He had wondered, privately, if something similar had happened to them. Had tossed around the idea of asking them about it. Then he would think back to how they used to eat, before. How it was exactly the same. How they had all basically cried that they'd so dearly missed Sanji's cooking. He couldn't blame them, he nearly sobbed over Sanji's pancakes- and then did sob over his hashbrowns.

"The island got hungry at dawn," he started. Stopped. Stared at the little vase of daisies at the centre of the table that Robin had gathered from her garden- now shared with Usopp. "It would close up. Then open. After, everything was... safe. For a little while."

He gulped again, cringing at his dry throat. He stared at the glass of water, a little wet stain under it. Luffy had bumped his glass earlier when he stole a few chops off of Usopp's pile.

Usopp didn't reach for it.

"You know, I was expecting grand stories of your heroics when you finally talked about where you were." Usopp shrunk in his seat. "No- no, come on I didn't mean it like that. I was just trying to make a joke."

"You should leave the jokes to the experts." Usopp's lip quirked. "Even Brook's better than you."

Out of the corner of his eye, Sanji scowled. "Brook wouldn't know a good joke if it kicked him upside the head."

Usopp giggled again, relaxing. "Admit it, you missed his skull jokes."

Sanji huffed. "...Maybe a little."

In the background, they could hear Zoro talking about taking a swim followed by a familiar thud and Nami yelling at him. They both giggled this time, leaning into each other.

"God, I missed everyone. I missed-" Sanji cut himself off and Usopp turned to look at him. There was a wobble to his lips and his visible eye stared intently at him. Usopp would almost say Sanji looked longing- yearning, even- if he didn't know better.

"I know," he said. "I missed everyone too." Sanji's eyes pinched a little at the corners, but Usopp didn't know why. He didn't linger on it long though, what with Sanji's smile as he pressed his temple to Usopp's for a moment. Usopp's heart would've beat wildly two years ago, but now all he felt was warm and content.

Sanji hummed in agreement and pulled away. Patting his pockets, likely for a cigarette. Usopp pulled the one tucked behind his ear, admiring the feel of soft blond hair a moment too long before handing it to him. Sanji chuckled and accepted it with a quiet thanks.

He lit it and sat back in his chair, relaxing with the first inhale. "Back to the important stuff." Usopp would argue all of that was important stuff. "You only felt safe to eat breakfast?"

Usopp shook his head. Then tilted it side to side. "No- well, sort of. It was never really safe, but..." He rolled the words around his mouth, feeling out the right ones while discarding others. "It was... easier. To eat a lot in the morning. Gather food later in the day. Then sleep when I got hungry closer to sunset."

Sanji blew out a puff of smoke. "You didn't have anyone to watch your back while you were eating?"

"I did." Usopp nodded, a sense of pride filling him as he puffed out his chest. "Heracles'n was a great friend and teacher! We took turns watching out for each other and, well, he's the reason I survived that island in the first place." He flexed one of his biceps. "He also helped me get a whole lot stronger!"

Sanji pursed his lips around his cigarette. "But you didn't eat dinner. Or lunch." Today nor in nearly two years, though Sanji likely meant the latter.

Usopp deflated, arm settling back down in his lap. "We couldn't stop moving until sunset. By then it was better to sleep and eat heap loads in the morning rather than risk dinner and not getting enough rest." He sighed. "Heracles'n was always telling me to eat more berries and fruit throughout the day, but..."

Sanji stared at him. "You had this-island-is-too-scary-so-I-can't-eat-anything-itis?"

Usopp scowled. "I'd like to see you keep up an appetite when you're constantly running and hiding from giant-"

Sanji used his arm to tug Usopp closer, so their sides were pressed together. He pressed his nose to Usopp's hair. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"What for?" Usopp whispered back.

Sanji didn't answer, his breaths warming Usopp's head. The galley had grown silent when he finally spoke, the others having found quieter activities or retired to their rooms.

"If I was stronger then- or quicker-"

"Sanji," Usopp said. "There's no way you would've been able to beat Kuma, back then."

Sanji shook his head. "I know, but maybe we could've been sent somewhere together."

There was a bittersweet, choking feeling in the back of Usopp's throat. A burning in his eyes. "You wouldn't have liked it there," he said, laying his head on Sanji's shoulder. "You would've hated it, actually."

"But I would've been with you."

Usopp laughed, the sound wet and brittle. "I wouldn't wish that island on anyone, Sanji, but least of all you. I'm not worth-"

A hand cupped his face, cutting him off as he was turned to face Sanji. His nose was bent, pressing against Sanji's cheek. "You worth a lot, Usopp. You're worth it to-" Sanji's cheeks dusted pink all of a sudden and he looked away. "You're worth a lot. And it would've been nice if I could have watched your back. Made sure you were eating well."

At a loss for words, Usopp turned back to the table, staring at his plate. The mashed potatoes were surely cold and hard by now and he was fairly certain a thick pork chop wouldn't stay down.

The green beans, maybe. Those could work.

He picked one up. His stomach rumbled. He lifted it to his mouth.

His hands shook.

He gulped again. Stared at his hand intensely.

Sanji's hand covered his own. A sudden, terrible spike of anxiety overwhelmed him and he held his breath, hoping Sanji wasn't going to just force him to eat it. He hated wasting food after all and it was already in Usopp's hand and Usopp himself just needed to quit cowering and just eat it already-

Sanji pulled his hand away from his mouth. The tension left Usopp in a rush. Shame took up where anxiety had left, but he forced himself to meet Sanji's eye. He knew what came next.

Before Sanji could say anything, Usopp blurted, "There was food. On the island. Not just fruits and berries and whatever game we could hunt. Pre-cooked food, I mean." Sanji's brow furrowed, but Usopp continued on. "There were these plants- and rivers- that had cake and burgers and ramen and- well, you get the idea. And the closer you got to the centre of the island, the more tasty the food got." He gulped. Coughed a little. Sanji reached for his glass, but Usopp grabbed his wrist in a tight hold. If he didn't get it all out now, he never would.

"I didn't meet Heracles'n immediately. I was on my own at first and- and I didn't completely trust him at first either." He laughed, the sound as self-deprecating as it felt. "The centre of the island, that's where its mouth is."

Sanji's eyebrow furrowed further. "So when you said the island 'got hungry'..."

Usopp nodded. "It was a trap to lure in prey." Quietly, he added, "Like me."

Sanji gasped, his eyes darting down, and wow, Usopp really should've re-thought the whole 'show off his new muscles by going shirtless' plan. He pulled away from Sanji, and pulled up the waist of his pants. "Staring at my stretch marks isn't going to change anything, y'know."

Sheepishly, Sanji said, "Sorry- sorry, I should know better." He held out his arms, with a sad little pout. "Come back?"

Usopp held out for a few moments, glaring at him, but he sighed and eventually gave in. "I hate you," he mumbled into Sanji's shoulder. Sanji patted his back in response.

The two of them sat there in silence once more. Usopp savoured the contact between them, like he had always dreamed of on Boin.

"You had to train yourself to avoid delicious looking foods, then," Sanji said quietly. Usopp nodded. "That makes sense. But then, breakfast?"

A new wave of shame, far heavier than the last. He dug his forehead into Sanji's shoulder. "I don't want to talk about it."

He didn't know how to explain how he had become some kind of wild animal during meals and he didn't want to explain. Heracles'n was already one person too many and earlier, the entire crew had seen him. His heart beat hard and fast in his chest at the reminder, a belated rush of fear to make up for his single minded focus at breakfast.

"Then I won't ask," Sanji said. "You should tell Chopper though-"

Usopp grimaced. "Eventually, but..."

Sanji sighed, pressing his cheek to Usopp's hair. "Okay, but can I make you something? Just a snack or tea or...?"

Usopp huffed. "Sanji-"

"I know, I know! But letting you go to bed hungry is..."

"Hard," Usopp finished for him, pulling away. "I know."

He wasn't going anywhere before Sanji fed him, of that he was sure, but it made Usopp's stomach queasy just thinking about all the snacks Sanji used to make before they were separated.

Some of it must have shown on his face too, since Sanji was already holding up his hands and starting to look even more concerned. "It doesn't have to be anything special. I could just peel a tangerine for you or slice up some apples or juice some pears- I mean oranges! Why would anyone juice pears- oh, hm, I should check that sometime; remind me to write it down. Oh and maybe I could steep a really bitter tea, so you don't have to worry about drinking too much because I know you hate bitter things-"

And Usopp couldn't help himself. He laughed.

Sanji deflated, his brow furrowed in confusion, or maybe it was concern. Usopp didn't know, he was too busy laughing at the absurdity of Sanji being so anxious and speaking every rambling thought. It was adorable and Usopp couldn't help but reach up and squish Sanji's cheeks.

"I lo-" Sanji's eye widened and suddenly, Usopp didn't feel brave enough. "Lost my notebook. We'll have to use one of yours."

"O-Oh, yeah, sure." Sanji nodded, voice slightly muffled by his squished cheeks. He stared at Usopp, his eye asking another question.

Usopp looked away, his eyes landing on the fruit bowl on the bar counter. There were apples, bananas, and pears. He pulled his hands away. "...Nami will be mad at you." he said quietly, weakly.

Sanji sighed, a shaky, relieved little thing. He wrapped his arms around Usopp's middle, crushing him to his chest. "I think she'll forgive me," he said.

Boldly, Usopp added, "What if you made coffee?" The only coffee in the pantry was a fancy jar brought along from a Revolutionary base near a village that prided themselves on their harvest.

Sanji chuckled. "Robin would forgive me too."

Usopp hummed. "You seem awfully confident."

"I am," he said, pulling away completely, his chair squeaking against the floorboards as he stood. Sanji held out a hand, a smile on his lips. "If you don't believe me, let me show you."

And right here, Usopp could've chosen to laugh it off. Said something about not wanting to face Nami's wrath, much less Robin's. Fled the galley completely with an excuse or three and sleep in his workshop while ignoring any and all feelings of guilt. It would've been easy.

But he'd already accepted it. Acknowledged the inevitable consequences instead of turning down those anxious suggestions. How could he do anything else, in the face of such genuine care and concern? To leave now would just hurt them both and the last thing Usopp wanted to do was hurt Sanji.

And, well, he trusted Sanji, to do what he couldn't. Planned to trust him with his heart, at some point.

Trusting him with his stomach, in comparison, was as easy as breathing.

So, Usopp placed a steady hand in Sanji's own, a small, teasing smile on his face, and said, "Lead the way."

#one piece #sanuso #sanji #usopp #meant to be pre-relationship but can be read however #nemo the writing ho #side note: dear god this ended up way longer than intended #had a nice time writing them being gay though 💚#gotta remember to put this on ao3 later #belated tag i forgot to add but this was inspired by redriotinggg's post the other day #i was POSSESSED with the need to write after reading it lmao

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legobenkenobi · 1 year

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i think Cody is such a fun character because he’s so intimidating when you don’t know him but as soon as you talk to him you realize he’s literally the best ever and i think everybody has a different perspective of him and that’s really neat

like, you have Waxer and Boil who talk about him like he’s their favorite grumpy older brother who they love annoying the shit out of but also respect so insanely deeply

then you’ve got Helix talking about how he’s “the most competent kriffing moron in the entire galaxy” (“just because he can kick spin a droid doesn’t mean he should”)

then there’s the General, Obi-Wan, who talks of him as though he’s an angel sent directly from the Force. they love bugging the shit out of one another with their little games and quips and enjoy each other’s company in every mean they can have it.

that’s not to mention other legions- the 501st loves him and thinks he’s the coolest fucker to walk the galaxy (they’re right). Fives and Echo tackle hug him like he’s that one cousin you only ever see at family gatherings but love. Rex is his best friend and it’s incredibly obvious if you hold a conversation with him just how much they love each other.

his batchmates love teasing him because all siblings love that (especially Fox and Wolffe. they all have to wrestle and spar every time they see each other. they just have to.)

the Bad Batch owe their lives to him and they don’t hold back on the respect they have for him because of it. they literally don’t view him as a reg and have no problems taking his orders because they love him!!!

Anakin and Ahsoka have that weird brother-uncle-father figure dance going on with him (much like with Obi-Wan) but they also think he’s really, really cool

essentially, everyone loves him in different ways and. i’m just thinking about it

#commander cody #he’s simply- the best!#sw #codywan #disaster family #tcw #cody tag #tbb #ben rambles #THIS ENDED UP BEING WAY LONGER THAN I INTENDED HELLO?#cody brainworms are taking me over it seems

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darklordazalin · 9 months

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Hi, love the darklord reviews!! I was wondering, in your time researching darklords are there any 5e versions you prefer to their 2e/3e versions, or vice versa?

Well, after letting this question sit with me for a few days, I will do my best to answer it as honestly as possible.

First, to understand where I am coming from, I have been a fan of Ravenloft ever since I purchased the first Ravenloft adventure ever written, which was released in 1983. The adventure featured an invitation to dinner at Castle Ravenloft. If you’ve played any version of Strahd’s story, you’ll find it hasn’t changed much since its first release – the vampire’s story has always revolved around a Tarokka reading, a beautiful redhead, and a curse. Not the same can be said about many of the other Darklords that have been featured in Ravenloft and most recently within Van Richten’s Guide to Ravenloft.

Some definitely needed to be changed to appeal to a modern audience. For example, the sheer amount of female Darklords in the old material that were obsessed with being attractive has always been a bit eye rolling. That said, let’s move on to your question.

I mostly prefer the older material as there is far more information provided about almost every Darklord and their history. The older material allows for shades of grey and provides indepth personas and histories for these characters. The new material does a decent job given the limit to a single source book, but misses one of the key features in the Ravenloft setting – that there is beauty in the lands in the Mists and countless innocents worth saving. Instead, it treats everything as a constant source of doom and gloom and the majority of the citizens within as ‘soulless’. To me, that does not give the player characters much in the way of incentive to help these unfortunates.

The most obvious one I prefer in the older material is Azalin. In 5e, Azalin was chucked out of his Domain and gets a 3 sentence write up that is inaccurate at best. This surprised me given his cameo in Tasha’s Cauldron of Everything. There are some intriguing possibilities with Firan Zal’honan as a Mist Walker, but we are still given nothing about his history. I remember in 2e they chucked Azalin out of Darkon and the fans were more than a little upset about it, which resulted in his return in 3e. Strange that they did that again.

I also prefer the Three Hags from Tepest from the older material. 5e didn’t change their story at all but for some reason only made one of the three hags the Darklord. In my opinion, they are far more interesting as a group.

Then there’s Harkon Lukas. Harkon’s story in 5e is actually a little better – a failed musician always changing in attempts to win fame is a more suitable curse for him than a guy that really wants to rule but his Domain is more about Democracy (well, if you can call musical talent shows in place of elections as a Democracy). However, I dislike that they made him into a loup garou instead of a wolfwere and they took away his monocle. Loup garous are just another type of werewolf in 5e. In past editions they were men who magically imbued the skin of a wolf with dark magic and transformed into wolves or hybrid wolves by donning the skin. They could also transform others into werewolves with their bite. Wolfweres despise both werewolves and loup garous. They are wolves that can turn into men. Harkon’s whole theme was a monster pretending to be a person and thoroughly misunderstanding what makes one human. In past editions Harkon was gender fluid – they could take the form of any gender and did so quite regularly. I just think he's far more interesting as a gender fluid wolfwere that loves wearing monocles.

As for those I prefer more? Mostly this amounts to those Darklords they did complete overalls on and I actually wish they had just created entirely new Darklords and Domains for them instead of replaceing the old versions entirely. This include Hazlan (who is a lot more like 3e Azalin, actually), Saidra d’Honaire, Tsien Chiang, and Ramya Vasavadan.

Saidra d’Honaire took the place of Dominic d’Honaire, but her story is completely different. In 5e we have an evil Cinderella story and with Dominic you had a city of mind-controlled puppets. I would have preferred if they had just given Saidra an entirely new Domain.

Tsien Chiang is a bit more interesting in 5e, but I do miss her keep made entirely of bones of the men that had wronged her because honestly that was pretty badass.

Ramya Vasavadan is a new Darklord as is her Domain (though it appears to be a mash up of the Verdurous Lands). Ramya is interesting as her past isn’t overly horrendous, but she clearly has the potential for great evil. The land of Kalakeri is a great addition to Ravenloft and offers something entirely different from past editions for players to explore.

I also enjoy Viktra Mordenheim in Lamordia. I think she’s one of the new Darklords that you read and think “why yes, this individual is completely evil’. However, I do not think she’s ‘better’ than Lamordia’s previous Darklord – Adam. Adam was the creation of Victor Mordenheim. Essentially, Lamordia was Ravenloft’s take on Frankenstein, except in Ravenloft both the Doctor and his creation are the monster. So, running Lamordia depends on if you want to lean into the classic Frankenstein of the older material or the steam punk horror of the newer material. I think both work well.

Lastly and though she is not a Darklord, Lyssa von Zarovich was horribly done in 5e. As were any of the previous characters that had their own backstory and were reduced to ‘potential Tatyana reincarnation’. But Lyssa in particular. Lyssa is a relative of Strahd’s, so the whole her being a reincarnation of his lustful obsession is more than a little disturbing. Besides that, she is also known for her work with the Illithids of Bluetspur, the creation of vampiric mind flayers, her work on the Apparatus, and her constant plans to destroy her grand uncle. She would have made a great Mist Walker. She made a pact with the Dark Powers to become a vampire, then tricked the ghost of her dead fiancé into using his ‘frightening vintage’ on her so she would age and become more powerful as a vampire.

#this ended up being way longer than i intended #this is why you don't asked me questions about ravenloft #ravenloft

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plusfriesplease · 7 months

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*Kinda has spoilers for Xenoblade Chronicles 3 and Omniscient Reader*

Xenoblade chronicles 3 au with Joongdok, Sangsoo, and Hyunhee as ouroboros pairs and the Constellations as Mobius

Kim Dokja, Han Sooyoung, and Jung Heewon are Kevesi. Yoo Joonghyuk, Yoo Sangah, and Lee Hyusung are Agnian. (I was gonna put Yoo Sangah in Keves so the Agnians are those from TWSA/WOS but I wanted to put Han Sooyoung in Eunie’s role and be a trio with Kim Dokja and Jung Heewon)

Joongdok as Noah and Mio

Sangsoo as Eunie and Taion

Hyunhee (or whatever the ship name between Lee Hyunsung and Jung Heewon is) as Lans and Sena

I don’t have a set role for Shin Yoosung and Lee Gilyoung but they are either kids from the City or very young soldiers from Agnus and Keves

Lee Jihye and Kim Namwoon are both 6th termers from Agnus

Secretive Plotter and Oldest Dream (an adult OD) take the roles of N and M. (I wanna see Secretive Plotter be in pain like N at the beginning of Chapter 6)

Biyoo is Secretive Plotter and Oldest Dream’s kid

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lesbianoms · 4 months

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Imagin', iffin' ya will, 's a brisk winer night in December, a festive time o' year. All wrapped up in ya' snug, warm clothes, maybe a nice sweater, some pajama pants, scarf if ya feelin', whatever ya' favourite "cozytime clothes" for an evenin' at home.

That's when ya' hear it, on ya' roof, rather clear at first, the impacts, like two feet(?) landin' on the shingles.

But after that? Slow. Quiet.

Creepin' quietly toward. . . the chimney. . .

A bluster o' winter-wind bounds outta' the fireplace, snuffin' the flame, 'long with any candles cozily lightin' the room, though fortunately, despite the dark, the nearest candle's on the table beside ya. It only takes a moment to light.

Just the moment.

That's all it took to creep silently onto ya' floor.

To rise, silently, up to her "feet".

You wouldn't've known before ya turned 'round to see her. . .

. . . were it not for that snort. That smug, teasin' puff o' her hot. Hungry breath that puffed past ya' from behind like steam.

A deep breath, seemin'ly, given the faint jinglin' that tinkled through the iron bells affixed to what sparse cloth she wore.

Behind ya, 'gainst ya' upper back, ya hear ('n feel) her belly, with a doughy sag o' gluttonous experience, growl, as low 'n as hungry as sin. A strong hand comes to rest upon ya' shoulder, skin warm 'n rugged in texture as well as hue, her fingers and claws long. The hand's match glides down 'long ya' arm, gently takin' ya by the wrist, raisin' ya' own hand tae study.

"Hmmmmnnn. . ." She seems to study ya, delicately turnin' over ya' hand, 'n, ya hear, drinkin' deep o' ya' scent. The latter seems intrigue her especially, given the deep, ravenously gurglin' songs her stomach starts singin'. Her voice is a low, growlin' purr, dusky and mature, 'n ya can practically hear her long, forked tongue lick her sharp teeth,

"Tell, me, m'dear; hasss sssomeone been a naughty girl, thisss year?"

🐮

🌕

(happy holidays!)

Oh, you spoil me~

This reads exactly like an old Christmas story, I love it…

Of the many ways to spend the holiday evening, being fondled and sniffed by a gluttonous she-Krampus sounds absolutely, incredibly amazing…

(Somewhat of a continuation below)

I stammered. Words didn’t exactly come out, though— they sounded more like the whimperings of some scared prey animal.

But given the circumstances, it seemed appropriate… I stiffened my back as the intruder pressed her belly even closer against me… its plush flab rumbled up the sides of my body, making me feel all tingly… tingly and frightened…

Her breath huffed low on the nape of my neck, washing over me in a chilling warmth. She licked her lips and spoke,

“Gonna need an ansssswer from ya, darlin’…”

Her grip on my shoulders tightened ever-so-slightly, and I let out a small gasp of fear. I flinched in her grip. Her bells jingled as she held me fast in place, pressing me back up against that soft, plush, yet ominous gut of hers. I heard a particularly loud grumble from within.

“I- I don’t know,” I said quickly.

In my voice, I tried to hide the fact that I was a bit flustered. Despite the danger of the situation, there was something exciting about feeling her belly right on me— that fleshy orb growling low and meaty… and murmuring sweet nothings into my ear…

Her hot breath eased in closer, closer to the side of my face. I heard a hiss lacing her words as she went on.

“Ya don’t know then, mm? Are you abssolutely sssure ‘bout it, m’dear?”

I squeaked in surprise as her rough hand traced the underside of my jaw. Gently but firmly scratching me on the chin, like a pet. Like livestock. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

“Mhm,” I replied shakily.

The intruder huffed out a deep chuckle.

“Turn ‘round and look at me, darlin’… let me sssee that pretty face o’ yoursss…”

I turned and held my breath, eyes widening as I saw just what I was face-to-face with. A tall, hulking she-beast, barely wearing any clothing at all, with horns and hooves and rough, claw-like hands. Her tongue dripped saliva as it snaked out from between her fanged maw. She stared down at me with piercing yellow eyes.

Just below all that, she sported a hefty and doughy gut. It groaned and grumbled so much that the sound was almost hypnotizing to me, like a siren song calling… her belly rolled right over her waistline, and as she pressed me against it and looked down me, I felt the bottom half of my face sink into the pudge.

I stared up with wide, terrified eyes.

“I’m visssitin’ ya for a reassson tonight,” she hissed. “Everyone will either be naughty or nice this time o’ year… that ol’ jolly, bearded man getss th’ nice girlsss…”

Her stomach roared at me; I felt it shake through my entire body.

“And I get th’ naughty onesss…”

“What did I do?!” I shouted, struggling against her ironclad grip.

“A lil’ birdie told me ya got a fondnesss for th’ naughty… all those thoughtsss o’ ssin up in yer head…”

Fuck. I knew exactly what she was talking about.

“And o’course, asss iss tradition, naughty girlsss get th’ gut…”

She pulled away from me slightly, but only so she could crane her neck low and trace her slippery tongue across my face. I whimpered as she tasted me.

A hissing laugh. “You like that, don’t ya sssweetie…?”

Her big belly sloshed to the side as she crouched down low, squishing onto the floor with a whining groan. I watched— a confusing rush of desire and fear taking me over— as she opened her mouth wide and rolled out her tongue to me like a velvet carpet.

“Lassst chance t’ redeem yersself, hm? Be a good girl an’ climb inssside… morsssels like you belong ssnuggled up in m’belly… 🖤”

I took a shaky, deep breath, as I marched forward with a sudden burst of courage. It was short lived, however, as I found myself shaking the moment I stepped onto her slimy tongue. I looked up at my captor. She just watched me with patient eyes, drooling… and so I took the other steps into her large, gaping maw…

She swallowed me, gulping heavy, quickly. Her throat had years of experience in capturing and getting down prey…

I moaned and wiggled as I filled up her round belly. The inside of her gut was a slimy sac; it was a bit more spacious than I thought it would be, but as I squirmed I felt the walls rumble and begin to churn. Acids and juices washed over me in waves, tingling my body in pleasurable and sticky sensations. I moaned as I felt her stand back up. Her belly sloshed and tumbled me into the squishy walls that hugged me tightly. There was an aching in my crotch.

I didn’t really want to admit it, but…

“Good girl… goooood morsssel… I can feel ya gettin’ all hot n’ bothered in there…”

Ohh. I guess I didn’t need to admit it.

I wiggled around and curled up in her belly as she gave the stuffed organ a hearty pat. A big, monstrous belch exited from her maw and I felt the stomach squeeze me as she sighed in satisfaction.

“Cute, whimperin’ thing… you’ll be out by new yearss, fully reformed… until then, besst sssettle in for a long n’ gurgly digessstion…”

She burped again and patted my form, hissing in delight at my struggles. She stomped back over to the chimney, ready to squeeze back in and up onto the roof, to return into the cold winter night with her catch.

“Maybe you’ll learn a thing r’ two, bein’ ol’ Krampusss’ss belly fat for a while…”

I sighed, feeling my set of Christmas pjs already beginning to melt off. Mmm, seems like I’d had a Merry Christmas indeed… <3

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boymeetswerewolf · 6 months

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I love your art! It’s so high quality. What program(s) do you use to achieve that effect? And what tips do you have for aspiring artists wanting to reach such levels themselves?

Hi Anon!

Thanks a lot for the lovely compliment.

I mostly create my art using a technique called overpainting where I paint over reference images. I have an art background (took art at school and at college), but it was focused on abstract art so my experience with realistic proportions is exceedingly terrible and I've just never had the patience or put in the time to learn proportions from scratch. I've always admired artists who put in the time and effort to learn how to do that!

As for what programs I use, I tend to stick with Photoshop since that's what I was trained on and am most familiar with. I use a combination of brushes, filters and textures to give my art the look that it has. I tend to work at a resolution of about 3000px for height or width (whichever is the largest for the layout I'm going with) and a fixed brush size so that I can add a lot of detail and that it looks consistent throughout the piece. I also use tons of layers so that the lining, shading, colouring and any extra adjustments are all separate from each other and easily changeable. My PSD file usually averages between 300mb to 400mb in size because of all the layers.

The tool I probably use most outside of Photoshop is Color Cop. I'm partially colourblind, so when I want to use specific colours I need the hex codes or RGB codes otherwise it takes me ages to get the colours to blend right.

Below are some progress examples (from the "Sacrifice" theme for Sterek Week '23) of how I usually start out when I'm creating something. I go hunting for images and make a collage/edit of what I'd more or less like the finished piece to look like. Usually during this part I also play a lot with different ideas to see what works best. (Sometimes the final result ends up looking how I wanted, sometimes it takes on a life of its own and goes in a completely different direction!) The "Sacrifice" piece is made up of a promo shot of Stiles from Season 6 and a screenshot of Derek from Season 3 (I think). The background is made up of official images from Stranger Things that I blended together and added colour filters to.

Once that's done I start painting with pencil brushes to get the lines, then follow up with texturing and shading. I like to use a soft neutral colour like a beige as a base canvas so that I can paint with black as well as white. Lastly I'll paint in the colours and then finish off the piece by cleaning up the linework and by adding filters to adjust contrast/balance or colouring. Occasionally I've worked "backwards" by roughing painting the shading and some of the colours out first before adding linework.

As for specific tips, I think mindset and believing in yourself is important. It's very easy to get overwhelmed in the beginning, so don't compare yourself to others. If your art makes you feel something, then you're on the right track. Regardless of whether or not you work professionally as an artist, if you express yourself creatively in a visual medium - whether it's an oil painting or making lewd doodles in a sketchbook - then, in my opinion, you are an artist.

Once you're over that hurdle, the next part is just to keep at it. I hate using the word "practice", so I'm rather going to say keep making art consistently, and - most importantly - have fun while you're doing it. If it's fun, you're more likely to stick with it and improve. If you're trying to go in a specific direction with your art, I think there are two important areas to focus on: expanding your creativity and your familiarity with the tools you use. The latter especially will make your life a lot easier.

For me, being familiar with Photoshop is what allows me to make digital art the way I do. I've used it for a long time so I know a lot of tricks and shortcuts to help me achieve what I'm going for. This goes for any program you choose to use, though. And you don't have to limit yourself to one. Play around with different tools and programs and see what works the best for you. The internet is also a fantastic (and often free) resource, and YouTube especially has a lot of tutorials that can help you get started or help you build on your existing skills.

To expand your creativity with regards to your art, I recommend studying other artists - and not just one specific kind of artist either. Look at the old masters, look at modern art, look at fan artists, look at photographers and cinematographers. (And, of course, Mother Nature - the greatest artist of all.) Look at how they use composition, how they use colour, how they use lighting and shading. Try and incorporate some of those aspects into your own work and see what works for you.

TL;DR - Experiment and play… and most importantly, have fun!

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

~ Bren

#anon #asks #art related #my art #this reply ended up being way longer than i intended

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what are your thoughts on the hsmtmts finale? I found it to be so disappointing :/

oh, I have so many thoughts.

first, let me preface this by saying I'm both a Portwell and a Rina. I really liked Rina's dynamic in season 1 when they first introduced it and I was here for it until they threw in Portwell. And then the narrative kind of told me Gina isn't Ricky's number one choice/priority but she is EJ's number one priority, andshe wasn't even a choice to him! She was the only person he was even thinking about at the point. I ate that shit up. They were so cute together and their relationship was built on such a great friendship. But I did also like seeing Ricky pining over Gina and realizing his feelings for her...I just hated that they couldn't just let him wrestle with his feelings for a while, he had to put EJ and Gina's relationship down (and he was kinda weird/rude to EJ at times in order to push the narrative of Rina...idk some quiet, semi-secret pining would've been nice to see). also just in case it isn't already clear...I am an EJ girl first and foremost. Idk why but I just liked him so much from the start of the 1st season for some reason. I also adore Ricky, but he drives me crazy sometimes tbh.

in no particular order, here are my thoughts on the finale:

I'm still in shock that Ricky said "I haven't read the full script yet" on the day of opening night of the show. was that supposed to be funny? cute or something? Why was Gina not mad at all about that? It's also kinda hypocritical of Ricky bc he was telling Jet at the beginning that he needed to practice his lines and show up and be a good Hans for Gina since it's her first lead role and I'm supposed to believe the same Ricky (who is apparently in love with Gina) didn't take the time to read the whole script and at least learn the name of the kingdom for her? Did he never run lines with her or anyone for that matter, have a conversation with anyone about the show, or even show up at rehearsals? I mean I'm pretty sure they would've said Arendelle plenty of times during rehearsals, so I feel like he should've known that.I know it was a small scene but seriously? Is this supposed to make me like Ricky? The narrative is confusing me.

I am so happy Miss Jenn was there! The kids needed her support and it just wouldn't be a finale opening night without her there. I kinda wish Mr Mazzara had shown up too but it's fine, I'm not gonna die on that hill. I thought Miss Jenn would talk to EJ, give him advice and stuff and then tell him what a good job he did at the end but unless I'm crazy or accidentally missed something...she didn't really do that. she was too focused on Nini and forgot about her tallest child

I thought it was a really nice send off for Nini, and I liked that she brought the lottery ticket for Ricky, it was a sweet little reminder of their friendship and how they've grown up together and of their relationship, and it also showed that they've let each other go. Although Ricky did look kinda shook when he heard Nini was there and was really upset over the idea that he didn't get a card from her...but I guess it might've been more bc of their friendship than the romance part. It did make me stop to wonder though, is he truly 100% over her (which I had been certain he was until that moment)

not gonna lie, I'm kind of sad that we didn't get to see any of Jet as Hans. I was actually kind of excited to see that and idk why, so I felt a little let down by that. I mean, we got to see Kourtney's Let It Go moment (which I loved and she sounded so good) and Carlos singing In Summer, which Frankie Rodriguez absolutely nailed and I loved it. But it would've been really interesting to include the Hans/Anna "if only there was somebody who loved you" scene.

loved the conversation between Big Red and Ashlyn. I realized she was feeling awkward bc she was trying to figure out how to tell him about her summer of discovery but for a full minute I was really confused and thinking she was wanting to break up with him/not feeling it with him cause the dialogue was a little confusing and I was like is this for real??? But then Big Red made his little "you're the one for me" confession and they were both happy so phew not a break up. Also, I love that this storyline showed ppl the concept that you can have a crush but that doesn't mean you don't still love your SO/doesn't take away from your feelings for your SO. not sure why they seemed to forget about this as it could've applied to the Portwell/Rina triangle but okay...

I had so much hope built up for a moment where EJ would get to sing his own emotional ballad, fall apart a little and have a moment, even if it was by himself, like the other characters have gotten and I don't know why I ever thought the writers would think to do that...but yeah I kept hoping for it anyway...when he started to walk away from the group huddle right before Everyday I thought he was gonna burst into a banger of a song as he walked away and then Corbin Bleu started singing and I was like oh, okay I guess we're ignoring EJ's feelings. Also the fact that he was so done he was just going to straight up walk away and no one was like "EJ where are you going?" "come back" "we're proud of you EJ" "how about a round of applause for our director" or "EJ are you okay? you look like you're going through it"

I loved the scene where EJ called his dad, I was starting to think they were just ignoring/had forgotten about that plotline so I was glad to see it given its moment. Matt Cornett did SO good in that scene...the emotion was unmatched and I was tearing up. I liked that Val was there and he wasn't having to deal with it alone, but at the same time...where were his friends? Did none of them notice his dad wasn't there? Gina even asked him about his dad whether he was worried about that and she didn't think to check back in with him about it? Also just the fact that he basically said he only felt comfortable having Val there with him...so he had to squeeze in the phone call during the show so she could be with him and didn't feel like any of his close friends from school would provide the support he needed in that moment? Not Gina,not his so-called "brother", not his fucking actual cousin, not a single one of his best friends that he brought to camp to spend time with???? I hated that the show just...jumped over that with no moment for EJ to tell everyone how they've made him feel. He just had to sit there and put on a brave and happy face for them while he was crumbling. And then the fact that his dad straight up hung up on him??? I knew his dad was a douche canoe but damn. That was harsh. It was really nice to see that little moment between him and Val afterwards, where she just kinda held him and he cried a little. It's pretty brutal though that after that, he had to go back to the show, put his Sven costume back on, and go back on stage AND he did it all without having an emotional breakdown. I really thought he was just going to either straight up not go back to the show at that point (although it makes sense, as a final fuck you to Cash, that he went back and finished what he started extremely well and didn't let his dad see that he had really gotten to him).

Corbin Bleu saying "what team?" really made my HSM loving heart happy and 4th grade me was shaking in her boots. I also kinda love the Corbin Bleu redemption arc (even though it's clearly only bc he's going to be in s4 in a more positive capacity). Although I do find it hard to believe that Corbin kicked Channing out, and likely the entire situation was explained to Disney/the doc producers yet they still allowed Channing to edit the documentary??? Also on this topic- am I really to believe they edited, cut, and produced an entire show in 1 month???????

Kristoff Lullaby...at first I liked it, the way they began it with Ricky singing the words but EJ and Gina sharing meaningful stares from opposite sides of the stage. It started out as such a nice reminder of the very real feelings still lingering between them (despite Ricky being between them and everything that means for them), of the fact that EJ didn't want to break up, and it kind of took me back to the cute friendship they had that they built their relationship on, despite EJ obviously noticing the tension and feelings between Ricky and Gina...and then Ricky had to make eye contact with Gina at the end, and EJ's heartbroken face...he was already sad enough as it is. maybe that look was part of the show? bc in that specific scene in the musical, Kristoff (Ricky) is singing to Anna (Gina)...so maybe that was just choreography and we are all interpreting this incorrectly. I kind of wished they hadn't done that with that song...I was hoping it would be more about Gina and EJ and they would realize they need to have a convo and then talk about things, like how even though they love and care about each other very much they're better off as friends and she should've been honest with him about Ricky, just a simple "I'm really sorry for doing this to you, you don't deserve it...I've been struggling with my feelings for Ricky for a while now and I thought I was over it, I thought you were my person...but now I think you're better off without me, I'm just going to continue breaking your heart because I don't know what I want anymore and I really need to figure that out first before I involve someone else's heart" period. If I was writing this show, I would have added a moment like that for them, so that Rina getting together at the end wouldn't feel so weird and abrupt. Also bc she and EJ never actually got closure (as evidenced by what EJ said/how he reacted in that final scene).

that whole This Is Me moment was kinda weird? I would have liked it more if the entire cast was singing together but it ended up being the little girl's solo with the cast doing back up and it was sort of just a weird sequence. I'm also just salty that they gave the little girl a song and not EJ. What a huge missed opportunity bc they could've written a really amazing ballad for him about being alone (although you're surrounded by ppl/your friends) and about breaking up with Gina, feeling like a failure in your dad's eyes and never living up to anyone's expectations of you, something like "All I wanted was to be good enough for you" or "what do I have to do to be good enough for you?" or "I broke my heart and tore myself apart/trying to make you happy/I destroyed myself for you/burned my house down to keep you warm/now I'm cold and alone/is that good enough for you?" or all of the above building up to an ending of "I'll never be good enough for you/but I tried everything/yeah, I was the best man I know how to be/and that's good enough for me". A golden opportunity and potential completely wasted. I'm so mad. Also, EJ bursting into "When There Was Me And You" would have also slapped (either they should have paused the Kristoff Lullaby scene had him sing it at that point, or the final scene should have been EJ singing it . They really flushed so much potential down the toilet.

Honestly every single song from HSM2 went to waste this season, they could have thrown ALL of them in- Work This Out in the first episode when they all arrived at camp and hated how rustic it is...and can you imagine EJ and Ricky singing I Don't Dance at some point? would have been hilarious. And Gotta Go My Own Way? Would have been PERFECT. Not mention EJ singing Bet On It and getting the angry dance sequence. Soooo many wasted opportunities.

Why did EJ have to do to curtain call in the Sven costume? I thought as the director he'd get to pop after curtain call separately and get separate applause/recognition. Literally every musical and play I've ever been to has had a moment after the cast does their bows where the cast makes sure the director (and tech ppl/crew, and orchestra if there is one) get their own applause from the audience at the end...it's theater etiquette. It's just weird that that didn't happen for EJ, after the big deal they made out of him directing the show. And then literally no one told him "good job" or anything like that, never mind "I'm proud of you"...they were all focused on the actors and congratulating them...and I know they had no way to know what happened with his dad, but I just thought since they all know he's spent the last 2 weeks putting all of his time, effort, and focus into it (and they know about the letter from his dad) that they'd be like "no matter what your dad thinks, we're proud of you" (Gina should have said that!). He didn't even get flowers or any other director thank you gift...just nothing. No one was proud of EJ, no director applause moment or appreciation of any type and I just thought that was messed up. Especially because you know he was already sad knowing he had graduated and they're all going to have a year of school going on without him...and he basically got a preview at camp that they can and will go on without him without even really missing him (and Ricky essentially replaced him). He basically got told by everyone, including his own father that they don't really care about him (not literally just looking at it from his pov). It was just really sad to see and I don't even know what the point of it was? Like what is his storyline from here and what was his storyline from this season supposed to be if it lead up to THAT? He just wants to matter and be important to someone! And it probably doesn't even have to be romantic at this point!

Lastly, the final scene...I found it (and the finale in general) kind of underwhelming? The premiere red carpet thing was weird and it felt like a dream sequence or something, and then from there we jumped into them watching the premiere trailer thing which they all had to know was a load of fake bullshit. I want to know what happened in that one month bc EJ still seemed really angry and upset about Gina, and he was kind of surprised-but-not-surprised by what was revealed about R*na in the trailer. Were they trying to reconcile their friendship or something? Because the look on his face of betrayal and hurt was so sad. I wanted to like the R*na scene, I really did...but it just felt cheap and flat and didn't have the power I wanted their first kiss to have. And the speech she gave....what. the. fuck. So she's been in love with Ricky the whole time (and apparently knew it) which in itself implies she didn't really have those type of feelings for EJ, but then add to that the "you're not a maybe to me" I could not take it seriously after she said that. I think what she meant to say to EJ was "you're a maybe to me, so I'm making up excuses to break up with you". First you have the audacity to piggyback off something EJ said to confess your feelings to Ricky, and then you're gonna say that to him? Was EJ still within earshot? It just felt like Ricky and Gina were putting EJ down (and for what??? it was unnecessary). Also why did I sit through 8 episodes of Ricky freaking out about telling Gina his feelings, being scared to do it, and all the drama about that convo between him and Carlos and him dead set on telling her before the documentary aired for him to NEVER TELL HER his feelings??????

Also remember when we were all arguing about whether it was okay for Ricky to *fake* slap EJ, even if he "deserved it" or whatever? Well I'm glad they let EJ answer that argument for us. He is the bigger person and took the high road, even though no one would have blamed him if he did. I do not know why he called Ricky his "brother" though? Like some brother you've got there. Worse than Conrad and Jeremiah Fisher. Also it just makes everything they did to EJ worse bc camp and the theater are both his second homes (bc his dad sucks) and he frequently refers to the Wildcats as his family, but his "family" doesn't seem to give a shit about him.

Overall, but especially the ending, it all felt weirdly out of character and overly dramatic and like over the top...I know it's always been over the top and dramatic but this felt off and different than usual. It felt like a weird fever dream. I am convinced they were still acting dramatic for the documentary and at the start of next season it will be revealed (Corbin even said they were showing them the trailer before the premiere thing started and people came in to "get their reactions". which makes me believe they were being filmed and they knew it). Idk I just don't know anymore. I do love the concept of season 4 though so I'll probably watch it just for the HSM cast and nostalgia. And also I'm already this invested might as well finish lol

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts 3 #hsmtmts season 3 #ej caswell #portwell #ej caswell protection squad #ricky bowen #gina porter #i'm sorry bc this ended up being way way way longer than I intended #there's just so much to talk about and unpack here!

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kristoph cat being apollo cat’s mentor until it’s revealed that he was the one actually responsible for …. interclan conflict? or something that got another cat (phoenix. cat) kicked out of the clan. and then kris gets kicked out / phoenix doesn’t come back just yet but he still teaches apollo everything he knows as this lame little loner who sticks around bc his adopted daughter is in the clan? - if you wanted to follow some semblance of aa lore/had a different interpretation in mind or were just going to go hehe kitties is cool too obv

ooo i havent thought about it too in depth bc ive been preoccupied with coming up with designs and names for the cats, but this is such an excellent interpretation!! i have thought up of a few things here and there, like kristoph being apollo's mentor as youve said, phoenix being the leader (mia wouldve been the previous one while phoenix was her deputy), the feys being medicine cats, etc. maybe kristoph could also be phoenix's deputy, and he would frame phoenix with the intention of becoming the leader in his place? much to think about… i also have some vague ideas for character lore? like apollo used to be a loner, who had been taken in by various groups of cats throughout his life, until he finally settled into the "defense attorney" clan. i plan on making the defense attorneys and prosecutors separate clans with the witnesses, defendants, suspects, etc. being their members, but i have no idea what else to refer to them as fhjsdf klavier has some sort of connection with humans and uses their lingo (in the warriors series, the cats would call cars "monsters", roads "thunderpaths", etc. but klavier would refer to those with human terminology, much to everyone else's confusion). im not sure if it should just be that klavier and kristoph both used to be pets, but i could also imagine klavier going off and becoming popular with humans while kristoph disapproves

#ask #ace attorney #cat lawyers au #i guess thats a tag now #anyways this ended up being so much longer than i intended im so sorry #i guess this ask just awoken something in me and now im infodumping about my silly cat au #this must be confusing to anyone who isnt familiar with warriors #but i hope anyone else whos interested in this au can appreciate it either way sdhfjsd #thank you anon for sharing your ideas and giving me this opportunity to sort out my thoughts!

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Continuing the Submas discover Paldean Pokémon theme, I’m currently obsessed with the thought of the Submas investigating several incidents of depot agents, and even some passengers, falling unconscious only to later reawaken with little to no memory of what caused them to faint. The incidents all have one thing in common though, all the victims report that the last thing they remember before fainting was seeing a small, purplish, flame on the ground and hearing a sudden loud and spooky sound when they got closer to investigate. Most agree it almost sounded like a Pokémon, but others aren’t sure.

Based on the description, Ingo and Emmet believe it’s just a stray Litwick that decided to take up residence in the subway tunnels. Despite looking though, neither of them can find the supposed Litwick. Ingo’s not surprised however as Litwicks tend to be a bit shy, so he’s resolved to not go too far out of his way to look for it as it’ll likely come to him in it’s own before long.

This thought ends up being correct, as one night Ingo spots the mysterious purple flame and approaches to investigate. As he gets closer he can make out a candle-like shape on the ground, but he notes that it’s FAR too small to be any Litwick he’s ever seen. Once he gets close enough he starts to crouch down to get a closer look, before he could get too close however, the candle burst up from the ground with a loud, eerie cry. The sudden noise startled Ingo enough that he lost his footing and fell over, he wasn’t hurt though so he stood back up and brushed himself off before looking back at where the candle had been, only to be greeted with the sight of this spoopy boi.

Ingo is baffled as it’s CLEARLY a Pokémon, but he’s NEVER seen this particular Pokémon before, nor does he even have an inkling of what it might be. Ingo is pulled from his thoughts though when the Pokémon barks and waddles up to him on its little legs before jumping up and resting its front paws on his leg. Its little tail is wagging a million miles a minute as a pink tongue hangs out side of its large, almost grinning, maw.

*heart-squeeze.png* Ingo is quick to pet the small dog-like Pokémon, making comments like “Well you’re a friendly little thing, aren’t you? What’s something as cute as you doing all the way out here by yourself?” Ingo feels a pang of sadness, obviously a Pokémon this friendly had to belong to someone. But if his thoughts were correct, and the little creature was indeed responsible for all the fainting incidents, then the Pokémon had been there for at least a week. Ingo doesn’t like to think about it, but unfortunately abandoned Pokémon aren’t that uncommon…

Ingo shakes off the unpleasant thoughts however and scoops up the cheerful pup, chuckling when it licks his face a couple times, before turning to head back home. Upon arriving home, Emmet spots the the little flame and asks if he’d finally managed to catch the Litwick, fully expecting his older brother to present him with the little candle Pokémon. To which Ingo shakes his head and shifts his arms to better show off the small shaggy dog and says “No, but I think I found our culprit anyway. I have no idea what it is, but it’s actually pretty cute.” Emmet is silent for a bit, staring at the sleeping loaf before looking Ingo in the eye. “Ingo I love you verrrry much, but you have lost your marbles. That is a mop with a candle on it.” Emmet quickly retracts his assertion when the Pokémon suddenly wakes up and barks at him. Emmet decides this must be how Ingo feels whenever he brings home stray Joltiks.

Over the next week, the little Pokémon is like Ingo’s shadow; following him around the house and even gear station. His previous theory that it was causing the fainting incidents was proven correct when not only did several of the fainting victims confirm that it had the same flame they had seen, but Emmet also passed out one night after playing fetch with it. The Pokémon is quickly forgiven however because it doesn’t appear to be making people faint intentionally, in fact it gets quite sad when someone passes out and will start to whine and paw at the person, almost as if it’s trying to wake them up.

Despite identifying the little Pokémon as the cause however, no one knows what it is or where it came from. Given its similarities to Litwick and other Ghost type Pokémon, Ingo strongly believes it’s at least a Ghost type. And speaking of Ghost types, the little dog had also become the best of friends with Ingo’s Chandelure. They chase each other around and they’ll even nap together. Even though the little Pokémon is always cheerful and eager to play, Ingo notes that it seems a little sad every now and then, and tends to sniff around a lot, like it’s looking for something.

The answer to that particular mystery comes when one day, an excited cry cuts through the noise of gear station. “GREAVARD??!” At hearing that name, the shaggy Pokémon immediately perks up and makes a mad dash towards the source of the shout. Ingo turns just in time to see the little Pokémon leap into the open arms of a young woman kneeling on the ground. Tears freely flow down her cheeks as she tightly embraces the little Pokémon, while said Pokémon whines and tries to lick her tears away, only stopping to bark excitedly before going back to covering her face in “kisses”. “Hello boo boo! I can’t believe I finally found you! I’ve been looking EVERYWHERE for you, you naughty boy! I missed you so much! My floofy little baby~!”

You managed to stand back up as Ingo approaches you. He asks if the Pokémon belongs to you, and you confirm that yes, he does in fact belong to you. Ingo explains how he found him at the station and been taking care of him for the last week. You thank him PROFUSELY, explaining that you’d only just recently moved to Unova a few weeks ago from your home region, Paldea, and unfortunately your furry friend got a little too excited to “make new friends” and ran off, and you’d been searching for him ever since.

Ingo feels a bit bad now for thinking you had abandoned the little guy and for not trying harder to find you, but you’re just glad your Pokémon is okay. He asks about him, explaining that while he’s certain that it’s a Ghost type, he’s never seen a Pokémon like that in Unova before. You confirm that yes, he is indeed a Ghost type. Your further went on to explain that he was a “Greavard”, a Ghost type Pokémon native to the Paldea region. “They’re extremely friendly in general, in fact, they’re one of the EASIEST Pokémon to befriend in Paldea! However, they get SO excited to play that they often accidentally start draining the life force of anyone near them until they faint.” Well that explains all the fainting. Ingo theorizes that he never fainted because of his experience with Litwicks and his Chandelure.

Ingo is a little sad to see his new little ghost buddy go, but he’s happy that the two of you were reunited….Except, you insisted on treating him to dinner as thanks for taking care of your precious baby boy. And one thing led to another, and now you’re dating the submas and Ingo gets to see Greavard everyday. He sleeps with you guys in your bed and would happily play fetch forever if allowed.

#shitpost #lmfaoooo #pokémon #submas #ingo x reader #ingo x reader x emmet #greavard #greavard often accompanies your bfs to work and he’s the unofficial mascot #they thought about getting him a little hat but with the candle on his head that wouldn’t work very well #so instead he got a cute little collar that looks like a headlamp and a little coat #this ended up being WAY longer than i intended #i just really need ingo to have a ghost puppy #i will be very disappointed in my fellow submas simps if i don’t see more stuff with ingo and greavard together #give that man a ghost puppy!#he deserves it goddammit!#ingo #emmet #pokémon ingo #pokémon emmet

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A Tangent on Why Queer Family Matters to Me (pretty long)

One thing that really irritates the fuck out of me is when homophobes try to denounce same-sex parents under the guise of their kids needing a proper mother and father figure in their life. Now obviously I think that's complete horseshit. The funny thing is I didn't realise why it irritated me so much until earlier this year.

When I was younger I would question why I was so unbothered by the LGBTQ+ community despite coming from a country that actively reviles it and views it as a crime (Nigeria). Even figuring out that I was bi and nb didn't really feel like an 'aha!' moment. I literally just straight up got a crush on a girl in the middle of high school and spent a month reevaluating my entire being and just came out the other end like "huh. guess that's a thing now". It never felt like a big deal, because it never felt like it was "out of the ordinary" to be queer in the first place.

I only just realised early this year that it's because I was raised by two women; my mom and her childhood best friend platonically moved in together way before I was born. My dad dipped early, so I literally grew up in a household that was completely different from the heteronormative structure that a big chunk of society still views as the norm. And yeah, even though they're both the biggest cishets to have ever cishayed, they still raised me and my sibling well. Pretty fucking well, in fact. And in doing so they taught me that there is literally no concrete picture of 'family'. As long as you love the hell out of each other and stick together then you meet that criteria. That fact is something that will always be important to me. And it honestly boggles my mind that despite this pretty clear-cut concept, a lot of people still find it hard to grasp? Like I've gotten into so many arguments with people who think that this belief is the mic drop of the year, and like—it's really not??

And hearing about more people who were raised in homes that didn't make gender/sexuality out to be something that's set in stone (because it isn't) makes me feel really happy because like, YEAH! A person's identity 1. isn't something that they have to be sure of right off the bat, and it's okay (healthy, even) for parenting styles to support that, and 2. DOESN'T make your parents terrible people because they're depriving you of the father/mother you never had, or whatever. Like I understand that there are some levels of nuance to this argument but just. To anyone who has this opinion, I just want to stress this.

Dysfunctional families are not caused by same-sex parents. They are caused by dysfunctional parents and/or family members, irrespective of sexuality or gender identity.

Those two ideas can coexist, and even intersect! But one does not equal the other. And having the conventional idea of the nuclear family be basically mythologised by conservatives or homophobes (or both) just paints queer people as horrible parents for just existing, while upholding the idea that as long as a family has a mother and a father, they're Perfectly Splendid. Which is a pretty damaging narrative to hold on to. I know I'm definitely privileged to have the family I do because a lot of queer people don't, and that's why this whole thing makes me so mad. Because according to some, maybe a lot of people, my family isn't valid. It's other. It's wrong. And that's a really ignorant take.

But yeah, that's my way too long, extremely unstructured tangent that was probably just a rant but I needed to get it out of me. But hey, I'm barely an adult, my opinion on this topic probably doesn't even matter anyway, thank you

#this ended up being way longer than I intended #but oh well #lgbtq #lgbtqia #nonbinary #bisexual #diatribe #but hey I'm just a scruffy 19-year-old #don't even know if I'm even qualified to have a say in this argument #maybe it's not as big of an issue in other places #and it only seems that way to me #because I'm in a very homophobic country #but like it FEELS like it is

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whatsorryiwasntlistening · 2 years

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Story Idea:

There’s some bit of Vampire lore that says that they can only transform at dawn and dusk so in between those times they’re stuck as whatever creature they’ve transformed into.

So there’s some Vampire who hangs out at night in human settlements just having a good time and doing vampire-ish things. But he’s spotted by this other guy who notices him using his power but doesn’t realise the vampire is actually a vampire.

Anyway, this guy starts chasing the vampire down and is gaining on him. The vampire knows that if he gets caught then he’ll be discovered and killed but it’s nearly dawn so he keeps running. And just as the guy catches up to him, dawn comes and the vampire slides into an ally way and turns into a cat. The chaser is very confused at where he disappeared to because he was just a few steps head. Out vampire boy hisses at him too because he’s cranky, ok.

The guy is bothered by how the other definitely-a-human-guy got away and visits the ally daily around the same time and for whatever reason, the vampire is intrigued and has nothing better to do and so he also visits the alley to watch this guy be confused. The guy speaks his thoughts out loud to the cat who he doesn’t realise is the guy he’s chasing. The vampire finds it amusing and ironic most the time how invested this guy is in finding the person he’s literally talking to.

One night though, the guy talks about things other than the mysterious man who got away. It becomes a sort of routine for them to meet at this alley and for the vampire to listen while the guy talks. They slowly build up a bond where the vampire allows the guy to pat him and the guy brings little bits of food for the ‘cat’. The vampire then starts taking to sometimes walking around the city with the guy too.

Then the vampires little vampire buddies start questioning where he’s going off too all the time and try to force him to stay with them rather than going out again. He tells them to leave him alone and stop bossing him around and things start getting violent. He ends up quite injured and takes off in cat form to go to the alley to heal for a bit. Of course, the guy shows up and notices that his feline friend is injured and takes him back to his place to help him.

The vampire has to pretend to be the guys cat for a while and honestly it’s not that bad but circumstances mean he needs to get out of there soon or he could end up endangering them both. He really doesn’t want the other vampires to show up and harm his friend either. But shenanigans happen and the vampire has to reveal himself. The guy feels betrayed but won’t turn in or harm the vampire because he’s grown to attached. They fight and the vampire leaves.

After a little while, the vampire realised that he really really misses the guy and starts going back to the alley at the same time as a cat and one day, out of habit, the guy also walks by and notices the vampire. And they sit together like old times. And that happens a few more times until one night the vampire shows up in human form instead of as a cat. And they talk and make up.

So that’s my idea that I’m definitely not going to think about for the rest of the week.

#And they live happily ever after as definitely just friends #Vampire #vampire au #story idea #this is set in my head in London when cars were still relatively new but more people have them #Like the newsies musical sort of style but English #Anyway this ended up being way longer than I intended #I hope it made sense

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@slaughterlocked // cont from here

THE FAMILIARITY STRIKES MICHAEL IMMEDIATELY— how could it not, when he is practically staring directly at a mirror image of himself. Differences still linger, of course: physical appearances similar, but not one to one, and when Michael looks at the younger version of his father... he is missing the air of insistent control he always seemed to demand in any situation. Instead, a college-aged William Afton carries himself... with a fervent similarity to Michael. Roughness yet to be weeded out by a carefully crafted facade, intense discomfort woven into his words, his posture, the way he picks at the injury. The kind of HELPLESSNESS that only comes from being cornered in a situation where agency slips through your fingers and all you can do is use the little bit you have left to claw your way out. Michael's stomach churns at the thought: he always thought his father a pillar of strength. Even through their dysfunction, his father was everything Michael could never be... he never really thought about what he may have been like before he sculpted his perfect life ( and it fell into ruins ).

A past version of his father... beyond the jarring demeanor, Michael's head SPINS with confusion and unfamiliarity alike. "Might've been a good call, you know this isn't exactly easy to believe, right?" But Michael believes it, he does, because despite the differences, this can't NOT be his father. He doesn't know how to carry himself, knows he has far more stability in this situation than he ever did around the man who raised him, yet the years still creep up on him ( they have never left him, really ). He breaks the shocked silence, though, with a sudden LAUGH of all things. Pass the gratitude you have for him to me. The laughter is hauntingly BITTER, full of all the buried rage and exhaustion the past William, of course, has no fucking idea about. "Please, you're gonna have t'pick a different strategy there if you really want my help."

If Michael were better, maybe he would just kill his father right now, end it here. He can't even count the lives it would save anymore... but... selfishly, he quickly thinks of how his siblings still deserved a chance at life, and the thought of blood on his hands again makes Michael feel viscerally sick. His father's blood... he doesn't think he could do it. Still, he's a damn coward.

"Fine, I believe you— but I don't trust you. You have to explain. Everything— where you're from, the year, how you found me, how this happened," Despite the insistence, the trust he refuses to hand over, Michael has to try to make sure his voice doesn't waver. He yelled, he argued, he bit... but it was always a desperate reaction, he never stood up to his father with this kind of certainty. "And then I'll think about doing you that favor."

#as usual this ended up WAY longer than i intended. :shinjichair:#me resisting the urge to continue every ask vs this being TOO good. i could not just ignore 'pass the gratitude you have for him to me' KJF #⁂ ･ﾟ: and through it all the rise and fall the bodies in the streets ➛ in character #slaughterlocked #⁂ ･ﾟ: do you ever think of me and my two hands and wonder why? ➛ queue

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𐙚 untameable waves by @/circedemedici

(unknown i guess hopefully i can let you know)

has been taken down i dont know if it’ll come back but if it does i’ll link it! but i’m leaving it here because it was most definitely my favourite :(

please let me know any other fics you’ve read because i love reading fics with a LOT of plot and also let me know if you end up reading any and you enjoy them as much as i did! :3

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