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cordyce · 1 year

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ao’nung is frustrated.

at least, that’s what you’ve deduced from watching him sharpen his knife for the past ten minutes straight. if he keeps going, it might get as thin as a wish bone; threatening to snap at the slightest bit of pressure. as much as you’d find amusement in the sight of that, you’d rather not be in the crossfire when it happens.

“what’s got you caught in its net?” you ask, finally, as you drop the gear you’ve been mending while ao’nung simmers.

“funny,” he mutters, but mirth is not something found in his tone. another scrape, another grating. he does not look over at you.

“i know. i’m the funniest person alive. you should be grateful you have the opportunity to bask in my presence.”

it’s a ploy—a tease. like waving fresh bait in front of a young ilu but never tossing it into the water for them to eat. your tactic with ao’nung is always the same. push and pull and prod just enough that he bites back with less venom and more demure. because sarcasm is better than spite, in all regards.

except now, he doesn’t take it. now, he simply keeps his head tucked down, his lips pressed in a hard line. whittling at his knife and spouting invisible steam out of his ears.

you stand up, make your way over to him and bend slightly at the waist to slide your hands along his sloped shoulders. his muscles go taut—just a bit—at the initial contact of your palms, but relax a second later. not to their resting state, no, but leaving the field of caught off guard at the very least. you hum, lean down further as you dip your hands over his clavicles, across the upper half of his sternum.

“what is wrong, ao‘nung?” its sincere, this time. your question. because despite the dynamic between the two of you, you really do care—jokes and jabs aside.

this silence is different. you can tell by the twitch of his ears that he’s thinking; mulling something over on his tongue before he decides whether to spit it out or swallow it down. you can never guess which one it will be, not with him. he acts on whims, never strategy. there is no speculating his next move, so you simply don’t try to.

“there has been talk among the reef.” it’s all he says; all he gives. such a shell of a man, forcing you to pry open his jaws to reach the pearl within.

it is good that you’ve always been so skilled with your hands.

“there is always talk among the reef,” you chuckle, begin to fiddle with the necklace that’s strung around his neck. hooking your chin over the top of his head, you look down to watch as he grinds his knife once again. “you know they like to keep their minds busy with silly things.”

“it isn’t a silly thing.”

“oh? then tell me, what is so dire that it could have the great ao’nung this tense, hm?”

his hands falter for the first time, a pause in his rhythmic grazing. your brows furrow at that, create a hairline crease in the middle that only smooths out as he resumes his motions. scrape, scrape, scrape again. it’s like he’s doing it in sync with his heart. if you shifted your hand over just a tad, you suppose you could test that theory.

“it is talk of you.”

quiet. a mere grumble under his breath. if you were not leaned over him like this you would not have even heard him. such an odd twinge to his tone; laced with something you can’t quite decipher. can’t quite pick up on. it isn’t necessarily anger, but something flirting along the lines of it.

“me? don’t tell me you have went around spreading rumors that i am possessed by eywa’s evil sister again. i thought you stopped that when we were kids.” you laugh through it, because the jagged edges of his timbre are making your fingers itch. “you’re going to ruin my reputation.”

he scoffs. condescending, dismissive. normally you’d take that as a good sign; a call back to his regular grating demeanor. at this specific moment, however, you find annoyance in it.

“your reputation is fine,” he tilts, gives a particularly harsh press of his knife that makes you think this just might be the time where it snaps. miraculously, it doesn’t. “so completely fine.”

“then what could they possibly find reason to speak of me for?” you press, rubbing your thumb over the cord of his necklace, twisting it around your fingers. “i have not caused any trouble lately. haven’t set fire to any maruis. why, there’s nothing that i can think of that could possibly warrant—“

“they speak of your lack of mate.”

his hands are working harder, less refined. jaw clenching, deltoids growing stiff below you. it’s all starting to air itself out, his jaws have cracked open just enough that you can finally see the pretty pink pearl that rests on the bed of his tongue. but it is not enough, not yet.

“then all they speak is the truth,” you shrug over him, keep your gaze locked on his movements. you want to be sure, before you jump to the assumptions that are creating hurdles in your mind. “there is no harm in speaking of public knowledge.”

“they—“ he hitches, twists his face up like his next words are sour on his tastebuds, “they are voicing their thoughts on potentials for you. they think.. rotxo is the best option.”

“oh, yes. rotxo would be a fine potential mate.”

and, ah. there it is. the coup de grace.

ao’nung snaps his head around towards you so fast you hardly have time to lean back to avoid getting smacked in the chin by his skull. there’s a fissure between his brows, his eyes have widened past the aggravated slits they were before. his mouth is cracked open in disbelief, of the fact that you agreed with him or another matter, you aren’t sure. either way, it is clear now what has been getting under the heir’s skin.

he's jealous. and you can't help but find that the slightest bit amusing. it's not often you have ao'nung in the palm of your hand like this; akin to a bug squirming under the pad of your thumb with no clear route of escape. you think you can play this up, just a little.

"you do not think that," he states, like he needs to speak it into existence. like if he says it then it will ring true, change your mind.

(he doesn't need to change your mind, but he doesn't need to know that right now).

"why would i not?" you hum, tip your head like you're truly contemplating it. "he is sweet. has a tender heart. and he is always so quick to help me. he doesn't even complain. i think taking him as a mate would be a good decision."

"the only thing good about rotxo is his hair," ao'nung spouts, rolls his eyes at you as his face fills up with indignation. "stupid, pretty boy goody two shoes."

"oh, you're right! and he's nice to look at," you agree, nod your head right along with it, "how could i forget?"

his cheek dips; he's sucking it in between his teeth. you've really done it, you think. setting him off has never been so easy. sure, it’s never too hard to get him riled up in the middle of a bickering match. but like this? aggravated over, what, exactly? the thought of you with someone else?

maybe you’re enjoying this a bit too much.

“he is not your type.” a bold proclamation, ao’nung spits out. grasping for straws; searching blindly. “you would not go well with him.”

“i think he is my type, actually,” you dispute, and he’s stopped all his movements now. knife long forgotten as he seethes over every word you speak. “kind. loyal. good morals. easy on the eyes. yes, definitely my type. that checks off the list.”

he purses his lips, knots up his brows. “that cannot be the list.”

“no?” you peruse, play into him. he makes this too easy, really. “what do you think is on the list, then? moody? messy? long hair? a tendency to be mouthy? being the chief’s son?”

that earns you a shove off of him; a click for him to realize you’ve been fucking with him this entire time. biting back your shit eating grin would be impossible so you don’t even try to. nor do you stop the laughter that bubbles out of you as he goes back to his knife work and curses you under his breath.

you reach for him again except this time you walk around until you’re in front of him. one hand on his shoulder, you lean down to shove the knife and sharpener out of his hands and plop yourself right into the slot his crossed legs have made. his gaze is narrowed at you, his lips jutted. you simply smile—innocent, sweet—as you slide your hands around to cup the nape of his neck.

“i don’t think rotxo could handle me,” you murmur, sickeningly saccharine in such a direct contrast from seconds before. ao’nung doesn’t budge. “and the good ones are always so boring. if he was my mate, when would i ever get the chance to get up to trouble?”

“you are trouble,” ao’nung scoffs; acting annoyed, fed up. but his hands give him away as they meet the dimples of your lower back, as they slide up your spine to hold you secure so you don’t fall backwards.

his facade of pretending to not care has never been too full proof. there’s been cracks in that glass since day one.

“your trouble,” you grin. your fingers begin to draw circles along the back of his neck, tease at his hairline. “you made me this way, you know.”

“i made you nothing,” he rebuts. “you are the one who always comes up with the pesky ideas that get us scolded.”

“ah, you’re right,” you agree with a faux sigh. “humor and brains. i guess i’m the funniest and smartest person alive. truly, you should be honored.”

ao’nung rolls his eyes, peels his hands off of you. “forget ability, i do not wish to handle you now. rotxo can have you, for all i care.”

“oh?” you quirk, begin to stand up. “should i go see what he is up to—“

“sit,” ao’nung orders before you can rise no more than a few inches off of his lap; hands gripping your waist to tug you back down. the playfulness drains from his eyes, that annoyance—jealousy—flashes across sea foam irises for just a moment. “you are not funny.”

you bite the edge of your lip, making your grin turn slanted. he is so fun to tease, to toss around. his palms are warm on the dip of your waist. sliding your hands further back, you skim your finger along the side of the braid encasing his queue. faint, light. he tries to hide the shiver it causes but you pick up on it regardless. and that only makes you grin wider.

“they will speak of me until i choose a mate,” you hum as you lean closer to him, minimize the distance between your faces. “rotxo is not the only name that will be paired with mine. they all like to place their bets, you know.”

“their bets are stupid,” ao’nung mutters; gruff and rumbling out of his chest as his attention flickers, falters, the closer you get.

being this close is nothing new. being this touchy is nothing new, either. but it’s almost like your skin is buzzing, your energies feeding off one another in the moment that sends you tumbling into a smug streak. or maybe, that’s just the power ao’nung holds over you and you’re scared to admit it.

“you only think they’re stupid because your name is being outnumbered in the betting pool.” maybe that’s a little mean, but it’s fun. your fingertips are heavier now, more directed as you trace the divots of his braid with one hand and gauge the rise and fall of his chest with the other. “if you were winning, would they be stupid then?”

“i am winning,” ao’nung conveys, so sure and lacking any sense of doubt in the slightest; a variance from a few moments before. and that, well, that actually makes you falter—for just a second.

“and how do you figure that?” you mumble out the question into the minute slot between the two of you. bated and breathy.

ao’nung hooks an arm around your waist, his other hand sliding up to grip the hinge of your jaw. not harsh, not rough, but firm. cradling you carefully but securely; solidly. your breath hitches, your fingers pause on their skimming across his queue encasing.

“because i am the only one who gets to do this,” he says. blunt and honest and certain as he closes the gap severing you.

he kisses you full and deep and warm. he kisses you like he has not eaten in days and you are the one thing that can sate his hunger. he kisses you like the ocean kisses the shore; yearning and all consuming, and rushing back once more as soon as their lips must part.

and he does; chase your lips as you pull back to catch your breath. places one, two, three pecks there before he deems it a safe retreat. his eyes are lidded, but no longer from frustration. that signature crooked, haughty smirk of his is curved into his pale lips. and instead of smacking it off, you’re considering how many more kisses it would take to wipe it away.

“oh yeah,” he chuckles, lips brushing over yours as he’s already leaning in again. “so winning.”

and you can’t help but agree.

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#i love him your honor #this is probably like. wildly ooc #LMAO #but pls enjoy it anyways bc he’s sooooooo >.<#ugh he’s babygirl fr !!!#ao’nung x reader #aonung x reader #ao’nung x you #aonung x you #ao’nung drabble #aonung drabble #avatar x reader #atwow x reader #atwow ao'nung

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piningprecussionist · 4 months

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What's it even like at Ramona's place. Also is her cat cute and fluffy?

Well, it's not the most spacious place, for starters. Julie has us all beat on that I think, with Neil and Stephen's place coming second. Then maybe my place? I'm not really sure... DEFINITELY not Scott's.

But it's alright. Ramona knows what to do with the space she has, I think. And she just tucks whatever doesn't need out into her little bag that she's got, so there's never really any clutter, unless Scott's provided it. She's got, like, multiple stories to it? Like, one and a basement, or something- in addition to the ground floor, I mean. We've discussed playing down in her basement, sometimes, for practice? She seemed pretty receptive.

It's nice being over there. I dunno. She hasn't done a whole lot with it, but it's nicer hanging out there than it is here, usually. Wish she was less busy so I could come over more... I mean, I could visit Scott when he's there I guess, but it's not really the same. Besides, I wouldn't want Ramona to come back from work and have to chase me off to get some rest or something?

*Kim sort of snickers a little.* Or she'd come back to me trying to hide Scott's body. She doesn't deserve to deal with that.

Anway, more realistically, she's probably exhausted after running around all day, being the only Amazon delivery person in our area and all. Even if she was fine with me lingering, I'm not sure I want front row seats for the two of them being lovey-dovey or whatever. Gross.

And Gideon... Gideon is probably one of the cutest cats I've ever seen. I didn't really like cats too much before now, but I think I've been converted or something. He's just the sweetest thing, sometimes, and Ramona's managed to get him nearly completely desensitized to being picked up, held, moved around- he just genuinely doesn't care, so long as you aren't hurting him.

He's a short haired cat, I think, but he's super soft- Ramona tells me it's because we're always petting him. Something about the oils in our hands making his fur softer? I think I get the general idea there. His fur is like... deceptively dense though? You can sink your fingers in a little and muss it up if you want.

Heh. I don't recommend trying to mess with his stomach at all, though. Gideon's generally pretty forgiving, and doesn't really bite or scratch people from what I've seen at least, but one time Scott tried to give him belly rubs while he was all splayed out on the couch... the attack afterward was pretty tame so far as the initial strike went, but he got Scott good, and there was like... blood, everywhere. You'd think he nicked an artery or something, but no, it was just Scott doing what Scott does.

Is there some sort of like... thin-skinned or heavy bleeder debuff he's got or something? Or was it just him being a moron and splattering it everywhere? Anyway, Ramona had it handled pretty quickly, and tiredly, so that's probably something really typical for them.

#I'd actually really like it if we played over there I think #tormenting Hollie with my drums is fun but I'd rather everyone stay the hell out of my room #my friends are too nosy for their own goods. i dont need them going through my shit every week #we could move a couch down there or something... give Neil and Knives a place to sit and watch #and Ramona obviously! she just doesn't like our sound as much I don't think. or Knives for the matter.#she probably wouldn't be super keen on watching us... but if we were playing in her house weekly she'd have to sit in sometimes #Scott would probably cry a little if she didn't and that's never fun #pine.txt #asks #anon #rp #sp comic #spto #spvtw #kim pine #(ooc: tyssm for resending that so quickly! this is a wildly different but same veined answer than the original but I think I like it more +#(+ maybe. so it works out I guess!)#(ooc: hope you enjoy it also. especially given the first version just got Eaten. if it ever pops back up again somehow I'll attach a +)#(+ screenshot of the original answer for comparison or something!)#(ooc: oh! additonal note. I'm basic Gideon around my two cats. one is a shirt haired little lady and the other is a bigger fluffy gal)#(ooc: the fluffy one will tolerate me moving her around however I damn well please. she's even let me cuddle her like she's a stuffed +)#(ooc: animal before it's great. i love her so much)#(ooc: I also love my other cat a bunch I just don't hang around her as often I guess. she's sweet but also a bit of a bitch? she likes to +#(ooc: trip my roommate whenever he's trying to come back here with food. she also doesn't really vibe with other cats super well)#(ooc: I think she gets jealous. but if she wants to hang out with me more she needs to stop trying to knock over literally everything I own #(ooc: anyways! she looks sorta like gideonm she's like a grey/brown tabby with some green/yellow eyes- mostly green I think)#(ooc: basing. i am BASING Gideon.)#(ooc: wow actually there are so many typos in these tags. for me at least. oof. ah well. i did my disclaimer)#spvtwtg #drunk kim

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skyfcx · 3 months

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@arksmemoir replied to your post: I would say that Silver definitely has more insecurity. He feels much newer to true heroism, and it shows with how easily starry-eyed and led astray he can be. His heart is in the right place, but he needs more experience under his belt to find that comfort in what he wants to be. Sonic is a hero by happenstance; he doesn't go into things with the express purpose of Being a hero. It's just what his instincts and philosophy naturally lead him to be. Silver is stumbling and thinking too hard. That's why he relied on Blaze for most of his story in 06, who was much more confident and self-assured. But he's plucky and friendly and doesn't give up. He just needs some guidance.

me nodding as i scribble all of this down in a notepad. yeah, i totally agree!! i really love the idea that he's a hero in training, i can go absolutely nuts with a character like that. due to the fact that being a hero is something silver is actively striving to be, he has goals he reaches for, missions he aspires to finish, and failures that he can experience when an expectation of his isn't met. thinking too hard, as you stated.

meanwhile sonic is just adventuring by the seat of his nonexistent pants. he does what he feels is right, he has no proper aspirations and thus is more of a natural to being a hero. because he's not trying to be a hero, he's just being himself! hero by happenstance, once again as you stated! he's literally a natural, it's all instincts and learning from experience.

#(OOC.) ''The kind of tired regular sleep can't fix.''#arksmemoir #((i can feel my brain expanding. i just got so excited to write silver))#((honestly? i can see him having a very ''dont do it like me! do it like you!'' moment... but that's the whole thing!))#((he DIDNT have anyone to copy off of for the longest time! it's just been him by himself in his ruined future!))#((the only person he had to try and learn from is blaze.............. timeline willing..........))#((everything else he's totally just been making up. probably pulled the idea of heroes from storybooks tbh))#((grins wildly. yes this is Very much the revelation of character i needed to truly get amped about writing silver))

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the-golden-ghost · 2 months

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I HIT 3000 WORDS OF MY FIC AND FINALLY GOT IT TO A STRUCTURE I LIKE!!!

#the thing about my fics is that I can't just write Shit With No Plot #there's gotta be emotional beats and a Narrative or I literally can't finish #I wish I COULD write plotless nonsense but alas. it's actually annoying cause it's like #'hi this is literally self-indulgent bullshit why do I have to spend 3 months agonizing over whether it makes sense'#but I do. anyways yeah #it's still wildly ooc. when I post it I am probably going to get dragged to hell and back and will need to take it down #but if that happens I simply will remove it! no harm no foul

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erabundus · 1 year

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also on an unrelated note, i was thinking about adding another section to my carrd with links to important headcanons / basic information? how his body works / what he gets up to / how conventionally puppet-like is this puppet / etc. it wouldn't be required reading in the slightest, but i just thought it might make interactions easier to hop into. 👉👈

#𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. ◟ ooc .◝#tbd .#( i'm slowly working on fixing my entire carrd rn because the formatting has been thrown into a paper shredder JHSJSK help )#( it probably won't happen for a while if i do choose to make it but i thought it would be helpful? )#( i don't see ren as wildly canon divergent or anything )#( but i know when i sit down to write a starter for someone / interact with their muse i like to research & see if there's anything --#interesting i could weave into the thread )#( he has a basic about already but let's say you wanted your muse to notice something is weird about him -- here is a List etc etc )

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astro-b-o-y-d · 6 months

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Thought more on it and I've decided that anything in the Lost Legends can either be consider canon or an exaggeration of the events due to Shmebulock wanting to make the story more exciting, depending on my mood at the time.

#Hayley Speaks #Maybe that was like...supposed to be the point but ANYWAY #I think Mabel would absolutely have a mindset of thinking she was being self-centered about what happened during Weirdmageddon #But not because Dipper was deliberately implying it #I imagine it was more her just coming to that conclusion herself and him accidentally leaving a trail of breadcrumbs through poor wording-#-and/or labelling a fault line after her without actually. Thinking about how it sounded out loud.#Meanwhile the Stans act the way they do because they were there and Shmebulock needed to find a way to make their part in the story-#-more interesting #Even if they end up wildly ooc at times #...Oh my God no actually wait that IS what was happening #He was literally writing FANFIC #Again. That was probably OBVIOUS but it's blown my views on the comics wide open.#Also this is how I can explain away Mabel and Pacifica's text conversation

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weebsh-t · 9 months

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I think we've all seen the numerous, VERY extensive Oscar tt (time travel) fics, and I've talked at length on this before, but I just, have a vision.

I'm honestly tired of fics where Oscar drops back in, freaks out, instantly tells them everything, and then just... enrolls at Beacon or Atlas academy, I guess. NO HATE TO THE AUTHORS! But I guess I'm more of a drama queen. And I've always been more into machievallian type characters.

So see me: an Oscar that doesn't immediately seek out Ozpin, because frankly, he's tired of the sod. He's come to care about his wizard dad on some level, but that wizard dad is still cohabitating in his skull very nonconsensually, and a break is well desired. And he just got some experience with busting Salem's forces from the inside.

And so instead of going to Beacon, he gets himself on Salem's radar. Perhaps he uses magic to catch her interest, claims he's a lost descendant of Oz who resents the wizard for abandoning his family and would be happy to take apart his legacy. Perhaps he gets in with Emerald in the street robbing business and works under Cinder, never actually carrying out what she wants, befriending Emerald early and learning as much as he can. Maybe he even keeps tabs on the white fang this way, and every bit of information is stored in the massive gulf in his brain where Ozpin used to be. He's grown accustomed to knowing so much, so it's almost frighteningly easy to know so much MORE.

And Ozpin starts hearing reports from his agents of a strange new boy on the field, a literal child who can use magic, or who can use a staff, or who can outmaneuver his best, who seems to know Qrow's stategies in and out. In his incredible curiosity, he sets a new focus on this strange child.

By the time Oscar defects he takes half of Salem's forces and all of her battle plans with him, and walks straight up to Qrow, the man who was sent to take him by force if necessary. And he smiles innocently, just like he might have before he was jaded enough to even carry out a plan like this, and politely asks to be taken back to Beacon, finally. Emerald and whoever else follow suit. Maybe Cinder, or Torchwick, or Adam are even gone by this point.

His original self, the 13yro Oscar, sits quietly at home the whole time, and never has to be dragged into this awful mess.

#longpost #long post #rwby #oscar pine #ozpin #professor ozpin #oz family #'this is wildly ooc' yeah!! probably #this has just always been the type of tt fic i like most #the ones where they DON'T just immediately drop all the info. the ones where they're too changed and jaded to just kneejerk to honesty #the ones where they get to be a bit selfish #and maybe i just want a villain!oscar without completely changing his character to being an evil psycho out for blood or whatever #idk!!! words :)

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sunnetrolls · 2 years

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thinks abt ocs as i go sleepy

#sunne speaks #im p sure the cute scenarios i keep coming up with are like wildly ooc but theyre cute so its ok they can stay in my head.#i just think ark in pale is a blessing if the stars align #and the relationship doesnt turn out wonky #im p sure because i never hard retcon things in arks lore. that he has some killer abandonment issues and like. struggles eith belonging #bc every time i the mun have to break off a ship or drift apart from some1 i keep it canon that it happened #so like.#yeah sorry ark the burden of being my oldest consistent oc is that u have to deal with existing for so long #and now so many ppl have abandoned or left u that ur a little traumatized abt it #my bad king!!!#enjoy latching onto anyone who gives u attention and care bc u crave to belong and be cared for #thats not healthy but youll be fine. probably

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zorilleerrant · 2 years

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okay so I love Harley Quinn but I’m very particular about how she’s written. anyway it might be a tiny cameo but I’m very pleased with the WFA version and I hope we see more of her next season

#look i said something #this is probably surprising on account of my preferred version of her is the btas version but my favorite is wildly ooc like the most ever #so you'd think I have a lot of leeway in her character!! no. the most specific of literally any blorbo. the 'anything goes' is dick

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torntruth · 2 years

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my brain in the middle of doing replies: yeah but what if you brought back your paragade synthesis ending shepard that’s actually kind of frightening? you know you want to.

#*ooc.#other then like two or three people #the mass effect fandom is wildly hard to be in #so this one is actually probably a no #but i do love me some glowing green eyes shepard who's had ENOUGH #and is forcing everyone to work together lmaooo

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green-alien-turdz · 2 months

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could u maybe draw a nice moment with cartman and his mom? I know its probably wildly OOC but im sure they've had like, some moments, atleast.

It would be real nice to see (thankyouifyoudodrawit<3)

They do have good times n love one another a lot. But they're relationship is complicated as all hell bcuz they're both pretty nuts

#asks #eric cartman #liane cartman #my art #emotional dependence on one another but also bitch n fight 24/7

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for bitching about fics I dislike on my blog?

as a foreword, this is kind of a non-issue and no one's ever told me to stop, but I'm curious what other people think of fandom etiquette.

the fandom: a fairly small one. 2.4k fics on ao3 small. I recognize most people posting in its tumblr tag small. if I tell you the name of the source you'd almost definitely be able to find me small.

the source: pornographic, which means everyone involved is or should be an adult. it's BL with a switch MC, but the fandom overwhelmingly prefers bottom MC/top LIs (love interests), to the point where I've had people be astonishingly rude to me because my favorite character is a bottom LI and some of my friends have been outright harassed for the same. I used to not care about sex positions in the slightest, but now when I see bottom MC fanworks I can't help but remember how poorly I was treated.

the fics: wildly and inexplicably popular, even though they are, frankly, poorly written. it's eternal bottom MC turned up to 11, complete with copious amounts of OOCness in order to turn every ship into the worst ye olde yaoi gender roles dynamic you can imagine. it's things like MC, canonically a 23yo plank of a dudeguy, being written as a big titted milf in his 40s (which is made more confusing by the fact that one of the LIs is already a big titted milf). it's also things like the MC being written as disliking sex and having to be coerced into it when one of the most charming things about him is that he's a hilarious sex pest, or writing the LIs sexually harassing the MC when they really would never do that. I've likened it to replacing the characters with OCs that share the same name and my friends have agreed with me. I'm honestly convinced that the author and his readers don't actually like any of the characters if they feel the need to change everyone so thoroughly.

why I might be an asshole: it's assholish to hate on free fanworks, and I've bitched about these fics on my public tumblr blog. the fandom is small enough that there's a non-zero chance of it getting back to the author and a reasonable chance that fans of the fics have seen my bitching. I'm probably projecting the hostility I've received onto someone who's done absolutely nothing to me, and I am absolutely just straight up jealous that their fics get better stats than mine. I may also be being an asshole to myself, because being critical of other people's fics has made my hypercritical of my own.

why I don't think I'm an asshole: I think everyone has the right to be bad at things, but I also think everyone has the right to be a little hater. I don't put the fandom tag on these posts; they stay on my blog and my blog alone, and if later on I feel like I was unfairly vitriolic I'll delete the posts. I only post on tumblr because I'm certain the author in question only uses twitter, which dramatically lowers the odds of him stumbling across my posts. the fics are so popular that it's definitely possible that their fans would see my posts, but I think it's unlikely that they'd bother looking at my blog because 99% of my posts are about one of the bottom LIs. I have never and would never leave comments on the fics themselves, and I generally try to keep the bitchy posts to a minimum; it's far from a constant thing.

tl;dr - I publicly bitch about fics that (in my opinion) are poorly written and extremely OOC, under the assumption that it's unlikely the author would ever see it. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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deadly-halowos · 5 months

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fuck “jason todd and damian wayne meet in the league of assassins” (not actually, i love that trope) i want “tim drake and damian wayne meet in the league of assassins”

imagine, either damian doesn’t go to bruce when he should so damian is still at nanda parbat when ra’s enlists tim and they meet through that OR

and hear me out

ra’s kidnaps tim after finding him stalking batman and robin and brings him back to nanda parbat. from there you could either have him train tim alongside damian, have him be damian’s teacher, or make tim have the utmost respect for damian.

from there you have tim being stuck there for several years and being groomed to be ra’s heir or….something tim eventually escapes and finds his way back to gotham becoming robin after jason dies, still trying to subtly get used to non lethal attacks that were literally beaten into him.

a year, two years, however long passes and now damian is walking into the cave and tim makes eye contact.

and depending on how he was raised, either alongside, above, or under damian you’ve got three options.

a cutesy one where damian tackles him yelling “ahki”. tim looking guilty as he holds damian as close as possible muttering apologies and checking over him to make sure he isn’t hurt. insert batfam being confused and fluff ensuing and tim and damian being the best brothers

a more neutral/angst one where damian stiffens up and prepares for orders because tim is his teacher, his mentor his grandfathers chosen. the others watch tim stiffen too, his entire body language changing, his eyes becoming cold and hard. they listen to tim bark an order in league dialect and watch as damian immediately answers, standing as still as possible. watch as tim stalks forward, confused because who is this? their son, their brother doesn’t move like this. they watch tim walk a circle around damian before he nods, walking forward and cupping damian’s cheek. watch as damian melts, tims eyes softening as he talks gently to him before patting him on the shoulder and turning damian around to introduce him.

or pure angst where when tim makes eye contact with damian, he drops to his knees and bows, muscles tense as if preparing to be hit. tim says something along the lines of “i am so sorry my prince, forgive me, let me serve you” etc in league dialect. depending on how their relationship is, damian can either stalk over to tim and slap him across the face or damian can look disgusted and tell tim to “rise timothy, you are not to call me that any longer.” and then they bond and it’s great.

idk, once again this is probably WILDLY ooc but just….imagine dude. i love tim and damian bonding.

#tim drake #damian wayne #tim drake and damian wayne meet in the league of assassins #batfam #tim drake and damian wayne #they are brothers your honor #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #dc #dc comics #once again wildly ooc #brainrot #i would pay in tears and blood for someone to write a long form of this

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calcifiedunderland · 2 months

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Pride and Prejudice: A TWSTed AU

The Keeper of the Underworld: I. Shroud

Introduction, or Pick another route!

Idia x GN Reader (they/them)

Warnings: P&P-level angst and miscommunication, some cringe dialogue, parties, possibly ooc Idia, I wrote this before playing Book 6 so I apologize if there’s any inconsistencies

Notes: The level of overthinking I put into these fics is unreal 💀 First and foremost, thank you all for your patience!! Idia was hard to write, but I hope you enjoy, shrimpies~

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Well this is certainly something, you thought. Of all the things you’d witnessed at NRC, (even overblots), you didn’t think you’d ever see Idia Shroud at one of Kalim’s parties.

You sipped on your drink when a shock of bright blue flames came in the corner of your eye, contrasting the orange-red of Scarabia. Kalim lead Idia into the dorm, bright and sunny, compared to the look on Idia’s face. Poor guy couldn’t even escape, because Cater and Rook ambled in behind him, chatting happily.

It was like the beginning of a joke: A sultan, a card soldier, a huntsman, and a blue flame-headed gamer walk into a room.

Kalim spotted you and grinned, grabbing Idia’s hoodie sleeve and dragging him over too. “Hey (name)! I’m glad you could make it!”

You smiled at the Scarabia Housewarden, “Thanks Kalim! I-“ At that moment, Jamil reached him to drag him away, mumbling exasperatedly to Kalim about being careful. Kalim laughed Jamil off, “sorry (name)! I’ll see you later, okay?” “Alright then…” you trailed off and turned to Idia, who looked like a deer in headlights.

“So…” you rocked on your heels. To be honest, you didn’t know how to approach him sometimes. Sure, you’d gamed with him a few times (with heavy insistence from Ortho) and you weren’t on his ‘avoid at all costs’ ranking list, but Idia did have his odd moments. Some days, you two would get along like a house on fire. Other times, it was like Idia hated you - avoiding you even in tablet-mode, and ghosting your chats.

You’d like to think that your more friendly moments were the ones that Idia counted, but sometimes it was hard to get a read on the guy.

“I didn’t know that you’d be at Kalim’s party today. I thought Ortho said there was an event in… um…?” You finished, cringing at your vagueness. You might not have known much about the game he played, even though he’d made you play it when you came over to Ignihyde, but you knew he probably didn’t want to be here of all places.

Idia’s hair flared a bit, and he looked resigned and moody. He pulled out his tablet. Ya, the event dropped today but I got mobbed by kalim + the extroverts. “That sucks,” you said, “I got dragged here by Ace. Still, it’s nice to see you.” In the oil lamp lighting, you could’ve sworn Idia’s hair turned a bit pink.

You were both silent, and you opened your mouth to speak when Lilia yelled out from the front, “let’s get this party started!” Kalim started drumming wildly, and then electric guitar swelled. Lilia began screaming heavy-metal-style into the mic. Around you, everyone started dancing, and even you found yourself moving to the rhythm.

You glanced at Idia every now and again, but he looked vaguely annoyed and tired despite the liveliness. He looks so over it, you thought. Probably since Kalim maybe dragged him here. You looked around, biting your lip when you noticed your friends having a grand old time on the dance floor, and kind of wanted to go too. Still, it wasn’t every day you saw Idia, and you wanted to do something with him. Especially since he was… well, here.

“So, Idia…” Idia’s eyes snapped to yours, dull. You rocked back on your feet, “do you dance?” Idia rolled his eyes, and you felt your heart sink, for some reason. Obvi not, id probs distract everyone anyway. And also id just rather not if I can help it. Your smile wavered, “c’mon Idia, anyone can dance, even if it’s not good!” Idia typed rapidly into the tablet, i mean ur not wrong. Like literally anyone can dance but ppl only do it bc its wat normies do.

You opened your mouth, then squared your shoulders, words failing you. Idia shoved a hand into his pockets and opened an app on the tablet, scrolling. You swayed for a bit, feeling awkward while Idia kept his eyes glued to the screen, a frown creasing his brows. Finally you shrugged your shoulders, trying to shake that sinking-feeling off.

You stepped into the crowd of dancing people, swaying to the music and trying not to look over at the blue flames swaying in the corner. Unknowing to you, Idia glanced up from his tablet every few minutes, trying to catch a glimpse of you, before trudging back to the cold chrome of Ignihyde, back to his dorm.

———

Ugh, could this get any worse?

Idia flopped onto his bed, shoving his headphones on and opening the mobile game on his phone. Not only did he get a late start on the game event, but he flubbed a chance to talk to you. Even if you did want to dance like all the other non-introverts at Scarabia. Thank Sevens Ortho didn’t know he missed his chance, otherwise the little robot would’ve torn Idia apart.

Idia shut his eyes and went over the details. Doing this IRL was trash-tier. Why couldn’t this just be a good-old-fashioned otome game, or romance anime? First you meet the love interest, then you find things they’re into, then you talk to them more. Then finally you confess, and cue the outro. He’d watched countless shojo and romance anime’s, and that was the basic outline. Eventually, the ethereal, gorgeous, smart, kind protagonist (aka you) would fall in love with their love interest (aka him) and it would all work out. Boom. Happily ever after.

Ah, yes. He could see it now.

Cherry blossom petals rained around both of you. Where are they coming from, this campus doesn’t grow cherry blossoms? Whatever, don’t question it. Anyway, the petals fluttered past your beautiful, sparkling eyes as you stared up at Idia with adoration and love. Idia stared down at you with full-rizz, kabedoning you against the wall.

“Oh, Idia-senpai!” You’d cry, eyes turning into hearts as sparkles and pink flower petals surround you both. “You’re so cool and not cringe at all! I could never want one of those normies! You’re the only one for me! Please date me!” And then Ortho would set off the heart-shaped fireworks and you two would finally kiss-kiss-fall-in-love, just like the popular anime Our High School Has A Host Club And The Leader Falls In Love With Me?!

“Whee hee hee…” Idia stared off into the distance, giggling ominously to himself and hair turning pink at the ends. His character on the screen went into idle mode, and he didn’t even hear when Ortho floated into the room. “Big brother?” Ortho gently tapped him on the shoulder, yanking him from his shojo daydream. Idia jumped, hair flaring. “AAAIIIIEEEE-“ Ortho jumped back, eyes wide but not detecting any signs of injury on Idia.

Idia breathed heavily, wide-eyed. “Ortho! Wh-when did-? I wasn’t-!” Ortho analyzed his heart beat, noting that Idia had traces of blush on his cheeks and his erratic behavior pointed to- “Were you thinking about (name) (last name)?” Ortho asked innocently, his theory proven when Idia flushed and went pinker. The younger boy suddenly got an idea.

“You know, (Name)’s heart rate goes up when they interact with you,” Ortho watched his brother’s eyes widen, “even when you’re not there, when you’re mentioned, their heart rate increases by 45% and they are more likely to be in a positive mood. 82% of the time, they regard you in a positive way.” His eyes lit up happily with realization, “If my calculations are correct, they have feelings for you!”

Idia sat there, thinking. What were the odds you would like him back? Sure, you made him happy, and more importantly made Ortho happy. And it was actually nice talking to you. And he never felt exhausted after interacting with you. And maybe you did enjoy the artificial light of Ignihyde to the spring sun above, and maybe you would like being with dreary, nerdy him.

Ortho could see his brother lost in thought, noting that Idia’s heart rate spiked when he mentioned you. “I also overheard them telling Grim about finding a partner,” he said casually, omitting that you’d been wanting a partner in Alchemy, and not necessarily a romantic partner.

That seemed to fire Idia up. Ortho could see the metaphorical cogs in Idia’s brain turning, an entire blueprint of a plan being made in his mind. At last, a wide cunning grin spread on his face, and he opened his arms, “well, who else but a genius could be partners with the MC?” He said arrogantly, “it’s not like just anybody can woo the protagonist!”

Ortho beamed, cheering, “all you need to do now is confess!” Idia immediately began sweating, freezing up. “H-huh?!”

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You frowned at your textbook, rubbing your temples as you read through the alchemy procedure. Ugh, this couldn’t get any more confusing.

As you turned to begin writing, the door burst open. You flinched and immediately locked eyes with a frazzled Idia. His golden eyes were wide, and he was panting - he even looked sweaty. Somehow his blue fire hair seemed just as frazzled as him, looking pale-blue in shock. Could flames somehow look poofy?

“Prefect!” He squeaked. “Idia?” You questioned, what’s he doing here? It was odd that he’d be out of his room at six in the afternoon, not to mention he looked afraid of you. It wasn’t like you were a stranger, even though as of late, he treated you like one.

He stared at you from the door for an uncomfortable amount of time, then sped-walked to stand in front of you. You looked up at him from your seat, tapping your fingers. You awkwardly asked “do you wanna sit down?” He shook his head quickly, the ends of his hair were turning pink. You frowned, “…dude, are you okay?”

Idia flinched. He pivoted on his heel, “no, no, can’t do it, not today-“ he scuttled out of the room and slammed the door, screeching to himself and pulling his hood over his head. You stared at the door, vaguely hearing Idia freaking out to… was that Ortho? You heard the little robot boy’s voice through the door, probably calming Idia down, along with an odd spraying sound.

It went quiet and you assumed they’d left. Whatever, weirder things have happened at NRC. As you went back to writing, the door slammed open again. You jumped, heart beating wildly. Idia stormed over to you, hair blazing a trail behind him. He slammed his hands down on the desk, and your eyes watered with the scent of overpowering cologne bodyspray.

“Prefect! I need to tell you something!” Idia’s eyes steeled in determination, and he looked you dead in the eye. He was breathing heavily, and his flamed hair blazed and curled more than usual, turning deep pinkish-red near the ends. The last time you saw his hair similar to that, was when he was rage-playing during one of your gaming sessions. How pissed is he? You felt your heart leap into your throat.

“Idia,” you began, freaked out, “I think you should sit down-“ Idia blazed on, “this is honestly a horrible decision for you and definitely for me. I don’t even want to think about what Mother and Father would say, not to mention how this’d affect Styx.” He was tunnel visioning now. “Plus you don’t even have magic and this might not even work out anyway ‘cause I don’t see us working out TBH…” Slowly his hair began fizzling out, voice getting quieter and quieter as he mumbled to himself.

This was a terrible idea, Idia realized. After everything that had happened with Styx, not to mention everything you had to deal with personally, it wouldn’t be good to get involved with him. You could be in danger, especially as a non-magic user. No, it would be selfish of him to ask you to be with him. Why would you, anyway? There were other guys at NRC, not to mention the entire Sage’s Island, who would be a better fit for not. Especially ones who didn’t kidnap your friends and Grim. Especially someone like Idia.

No, he concluded. He shouldn’t have come.

You frowned deeply. “Idia, what…?” Your alchemy work definitely wasn’t done yet and Idia was making zero sense. He sighed, as if tired all of a sudden. “Nope, no… this isn’t going to work.” He stood abruptly and sped-walked out the door, brushing past Ortho. You overheard the boy try to get his brother to come back, but Idia didn’t stop. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears. So that’s what this is about? Idia didn’t want to be friends with you anymore? All because you weren’t… what? A tech whiz? Good at gaming? Magical? Your heart dropped. Because you were just too different from him? So you weren’t good enough to be even friends with him?

Your eyes stung at the thought. Fine. If Idia wanted to be that way, then fine. You shoved your books into you bag and headed back to Ramshackle. You doubted you’d be able to focus, anyway.

———

Poor Ortho was confused.

After running simulation after simulation, scouring the Internet for any clues, and piecing together what Idia said after running out of the classroom, he just couldn’t understand what happened. That was a first, considering it was Ortho.

Idia had ran out of the room in a hurry, mumbling incoherently. “Brother! What’s happening?” Ortho flew to him, scanning his vitals. Idia seemed to be ok, but his brother seemed… strangely melancholic. “Ortho, it won’t work out,” he said dejectedly, not wanting to talk about it.

Ortho called after him, trailing behind “What did (name) (last name) say? There was a high probability they’d accept your-” Idia sighed in exasperation, shaking his head. “It won’t work. I should’ve never left the dorm…” As Idia trudged back to Ignihyde, Ortho was left with more questions.

He hovered for a moment, before heading back to the alchemy room for you, only to not find you there. Ortho thought hard, thinking back to what Idia said. ‘It won’t work out,’ was what he said - not a flat-out rejection from you. So that meant…

He began floating back to Ignihyde, determined. I can still save this!

———

You were taking overthinking to a new level.

You bit your lip, staring at the game’s chatbox in front of you. Idia was online, and probably didn’t realize you were too. You leaned against the Heartslabyul common room couch (curse Ramshackle’s lack of internet!), and hit send.

Hey is everything ok??

You watched Idia’s game icon immediately switch to “online less than 1 minute ago,” and groaned.

Cater exited the kitchens, leaning over the couch back. “Hey~ what’s got my fave frosh so worked up?” He chirped, looking at your phone. “Ohh, isn’t that the popular game that’s been trending? Wait, didn’t you say Idia got you into it?” Cater immediately had his phone in hand, “that’s supes adorable, playing with friends is so fun-“

You cut him off, throwing your hands up, “that’s it! Idia just doesn’t want to talk to me! He- he just-!” You grabbed a throw pillow and smashed your face into it, groaning. Cater patted your shoulder sympathetically, “well, we’re playing at another one of Kalim’s parties tonight, you want in?” You sniffed dramatically, thinking. “Well, I guess. Sure, why not?”

Later that evening, you stepped into the Scarabia mirror. You and Cater made your way to the food table. As you both munched on Jamil’s cooking (damn, the guy made a good curry), you watched everyone dancing. “Y’know, it was weird seeing Idia at a party,” you commented, while Cater nodded. “Yeah! We decided to bring him along that day, it was fun seeing him.”

You sighed, “yeah, it was, but… it’s not really often that we can hang out in person. I kinda wanted to dance with him last time, but he sort of… blew me off? I guess maybe it wasn’t the best idea.” You winced, while Cater’s eyebrows rose. “You didn’t tell me that. So, he did that and also told you he didn’t want to be friends?” You nodded, frustration flooding back, “Yeah! And I just don’t understand how he can be so conceited about him being so high and smart, and not like me because I don’t-“

“Prefect,” Cater cleared his throat. You looked up mid-rant, meeting Ortho’s eyes, and jumped. He just snuck up on you both like it was nothing. Did he hear you? Hopefully he wouldn’t be mad. In your mind, Idia started it.

“Hello (name) (last name)!” Ortho said pleasantly, so you assumed he hadn’t heard you. Great. “I didn’t know you’d be here! What a coincidence!” That was a lie, Ortho overheard you and Cater talking about the party when you were walking to Scarabia. He absolutely knew. And he dragged Idia here because of it.

“Yep,” you smiled at Ortho, “it’s nice to see you.” Ortho mentally readied himself and remembered every bit of acting advice Vil gave him. “I almost forgot!” His eyes widened, while your eyes narrowed. Ortho was a robot. He didn’t forget shit. “Big brother is here, and he wanted to ask you to dance!” What? Your neck snapped around, looking for Idia’s bright blue hair. Cater elbowed you, bringing you back to reality.

“I-well, I- had not-“ you stammered, fumbling for an excuse. Ortho’s eyes shone at you like puppy eyes, and your anger at Idia cracked. “…yeah, sure,” you watched Ortho rise a bit in the air happily, “Yippee! I’ll go get him!” He zipped off, and you rubbed your temples. Cater twisted a strand of his hair, eyes wide. “Yikes…” “tell me about it,” you groaned.

A few minutes later, you both looked up when Kalim tapped the mic. You didn’t miss Ortho hovering a ways behind Kalim. “Hey everyone! Thanks for coming!” When the cheering died down, Kalim continued, “We’re gonna try something different! Everyone, find a partner and join the dance floor!”

Cater glanced at you, mischievous. “Welp, I can’t leave them hanging~ TTYL, Prefect!” And he left faster than you could say ‘Magicam.’ Sweet.

You hesitantly stepped to the dance floor, half expecting Ortho to float up to you and sheepishly tell you Idia left. Your mind drifted back to that day in the alchemy room. I guess it wouldn’t work, anyway.

To your surprise, a finger tapped your shoulder. You turned, seeing Idia with a with a flushed expression, wearing a casual-but-chic blazer. His hair looked a bit tamer than normal, and cascaded down his back in a low ponytail, bangs flickering over his forehead. Undoubtedly, this was the work of Ortho, who definitely got pointers from Vil.

You both stared at each other, unmoving, until slow music began playing. You averted your eyes. Idia gulped, eyes widening until waving caught his eye. Ortho was flying upwards a little ways away from the slowly-crowding dance floor, gesturing wildly at you. As if that wasn’t enough, he projected words above his head: DANCE WITH THEM!

Idia was lucky that everyone else was more interested in dancing with their partner than Ortho. His eyes snapped back to you, “s-so I guess you wanna-“ he swallowed thickly, eyes shifting to the dance floor. You shrugged, feigning nonchalance and looked ahead. Idia looked back at Ortho, who was pointing wildly at the words. He thought to himself, this is fine. It’s just the mandatory side quest. It’s not fighting the boss. It’s…

It’s charming the love interest. It’s solidifying your route!

Idia steeled himself and forced your hand into his. Your eyes shot to his in surprise, and he walked stiffly to the dance floor. Your hand clasped his, and you both swayed gently to the soft rock from the stage. Your brows furrowed, but Idia locked his gaze onto you, focusing only on you.

Yes, he thought. This is just the player’s pov on the screen, and he was only focusing on the love interest. The other waltzers didn’t exist. The party didn’t exist. It was just you and him.

Meanwhile, you were at a loss for words. While Idia seemed taciturn, you glanced up at the stage. Cater, Kalim, and Lilia were in their own little bubble jamming out, so that wasn’t a lifeline. After a little while of swaying with Idia, you hummed, “I haven’t seen you in a while. Since that day.” Idia’s hands felt clammy, and in the dimmed lights you saw a small pink dusting Idia’s cheeks. You saw him swallow heavily, but he didn’t say a word.

The tension grew between you two, and despite feeling hurt, you felt a little bad. Still, you wanted some answers out of Idia, after the incident in the alchemy room. “Y’know, you never used to be this… odd around me.” Was it the crowd that made him quiet, or… You felt a lump in your throat. Was it you?

Idia’s eyebrows shot up, thinking fast on what to say. Why can't conversations irl have ready-made dialogue?! “I… we c-can talk about wh-whatever you want? I guess?” He tried, kicking himself internally for leaving his tablet with Ortho. You bit the inside of your cheek as you stepped with him, that’ll do for now. “Scarabia parties are a little much, but they’re more pleasant than the Pomefiore mock balls,” you tried “wouldn’t you say?” After an uncomfortable pause, expecting a reply, you mumbled to yourself, “I guess we can stop talking now.”

“...is it like a rule for normies to chat while dancing? Isn’t the act of moving enough?” Idia mumbled in exasperation, hand tightening a little on your own. You bit your lip, your eyes burning. “No, I prefer to not talk to my friends at all and tell them we can’t be friends. It’s so much fun, right?” Idia’s eyes widened, and he scrambled for words, “I- I didn’t mean…” You stopped swaying abruptly, both of your clasped hands in the air. “Why are you here, Idia?”

A chill went through Idia. “T-To be honest, I didn’t even want to come to this stupid IRL dance,” he rushed out, “TBH Ortho had to make me come ‘cause he told me you’d be here-“ “You didn’t want…?” You cut Idia off, heart dropping. The other dancing couples swirled around you, but all the commotion around you felt like nothing more than idle chatter. Hurt flashed in your eyes, and Idia seemed shocked, which made you angry.

“I guess you wouldn’t want to be friends with someone who’s magicless, especially since you have STYX right?”

Idia’s eyes were wider than the Heartslabyul tea saucers. For once, he didn’t have a smart-ass reply. “Um, what? Obvi, I’m kind of stuck with STYX-” You let go of his hand and took a step back, almost bumping into a waltzing couple. “Yeah, wouldn’t want me to mess things up. Make any bad decisions and all that, right?” You felt your eyes water, despite yourself.

Furiously balling a fist and wiping your eyes, “Since you said we wouldnt work out n’stuff.” Idia suddenly remembered everything he’d muttered to himself, from the moment he’d stormed into the room to when he’d left dejectedly. When he’d made his choice and left before you could even get your word in.

Like a coward.

Idia’s heart pounded but shakingly, he reached a hand out to you. “P-prefect, I-I-!” You dodged the crowd, and ran out of Scarabia. You didn’t look back until you crashed through Ramshackle’s door, raced up the stairs, and fell onto your bed, Grim yelping in surprise as you tried your darndest to forget everything that just happened.

Back in Scarabia, Idia somehow stumbled off the dance floor, staggering to a table and breathing heavily. Mentally he replayed everything that just happened. Ortho floated over to him, “Brother? I don’t understand, why would (name) (last name) not accept your feelings?” Ortho went over the footage when he was observing you both dancing, and frowned.

“My senses indicate that based on their body language, they were upset with you. What happened?” Idia swallowed heavily, “I-I said it wouldn’t work out between us c-cuz they don’t have magic,” he stammered, eyes wide, “a-and STYX and-...” Ortho’s eyes widened, then narrowed, “That shouldn’t be a problem! You know that!”

“I meant for them, Ortho.” Idia sighed heavily, sinking into the chair. “I don’t want them to get hurt. Not when…” his mind wandered to Ortho, before NRC. He fell into deep thought. “In the end, I couldn’t even tell them...” He frowned deeply.

Ortho fell quiet, computing. Idia stared at the table, dejected, until Ortho spoke. “You know (Name) (lastname) doesn’t back down easily from a challenge.” That’s true. From playing games with Idia to taking down overblots, you weren’t someone who ran away when it mattered. Maybe that’s why Idia liked you - you were like the protagonists in animes, who found a way to make the world their own.

“You shouldn’t make (name) (last name)’s decision for them.” Idia looked up at his brother. Ortho continued, head angling to the side, Idia shook his head dejectedly, “it won’t work-”

“Your lil’ bro is right, y’know,” Cater walked over, shaking his hair out with his guitar slung over his shoulder. “Sry, I overheard you two,” Cater could piece together what happened. He did see you blow up at Idia (although he couldn’t hear you), and after spamming your phone with no reply after you ran out, now he had an idea of what was going on. “Y’know, if you didn’t tell them how you felt, then how could you know you were making the right choice?”

Idia looked down. Ortho piped up, “Cater Diamond is right.” Idia shut his eyes, then stood up, hands tightening into fists. Cater jumped back as Idia’s hair flared up bright blue, and the Ignihyde housewarden headed straight to the exit. Ortho called out, “thank you, Cater Diamond!” and floated after Idia, “Brother! Wait!”

“Lets go, Ortho,” Idia’s golden eyes steeled in determination, “I can fix this.”

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A knock on the door jolted you from your reading of Prejudice and Pride.

It was early morning. Somehow, even though it was the weekend and you’d stayed up all night, you still woke up at an ungodly early hour. After being unable to fall asleep (totally not because of Grim’s snoring and sleep-munching) you decided to go to your living room and read. You were sure that you didn’t have a guest coming, so why would…?

You got up and opened the door, expecting Ace or Deuce or something. The annoyed look on your face turned to shock when you saw Idia standing on your porch. In one hand, he held a bouquet of pomegranate-red roses and some flowers you recognized to be asphodel.

You both stared at each other, unwilling to move. “Idia,” you breathed, “why are you here?” Idia shuffled awkwardly, “I wanted to see you.” You crossed your arms, looking around. “Where’s Ortho?” You were sure the little robot boy made his brother come. Otherwise, why would Idia be here? Idia rubbed the back of his neck, “Ortho isn’t here. I… I wanted to see you,” he repeated.

Wordlessly, he thrust the flowers into your arms, and you wrapped your arm around it instinctively. “I- um,” you looked everywhere but Idia, who was staring at the Ramshackle doorway. “Idia,” you cleared your throat, “about what happened-” “Prefect, I… I wanted to apologize.” Your eyes widened, but Idia continued.

“I… I didn’t mean what I said that day.” Idia looked bashful, face turning pink and the ends of his hair turning a deep blush. He kept talking, rambling on and fighting he urge to grab his tablet and let the device speak for him. “I… really like being friends with you.” The words came out quietly from him, and even though he looked like he wanted to sink into his hoodie, Idia didn’t shirk away.

A lump rose in your throat as you didn’t make eye contact with him, instead playing with the flower bouquet, “I like being friends with you too,” you bit your lip, rubbing an asphodel petal, “I like you, Idia.”

Idia’s eyes widened and went rigid. Both his face and his hair went deep pink. Your own eyes widened at the color, and you felt your face grow hot. So that’s what it meant…? Not anger…?Wordlessly, without thinking, you dropped the bouquet. Your body moved on its own, and you flung yourself at Idia, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and squeezing your eyes shut.

Idia staggered back from the momentum with a squeak, but wrapped his arms around your torso with an iron grip. You gripped his hoodie tightly, finally understanding what had gone on for so long. Your cheek was pressed against his, and despite the early morning chill, you both felt warm.

High above, Ortho hovered in the distance over the tree canopies from afar. He zoomed in on you and Idia, and behind his face mask, he beamed. In midair, he did a heart-shaped loop-de-loop in happiness, and hovered back to Ignihyde.

After a few minutes, you leaned back in Idia’s arms, the both of you chuckling in happy disbelief. You looked up and saw a little blue streak leaving a smoke trail of a heart, and laughed to yourself. Idia turned around, seeing his brother above, a soft reminiscent look on his face.

“…guess Ortho was right.”

~END

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Fun fact: the beginning is inspired by idia’s school uniform vignette!!!

Me, while writing this: wow Idia and Cater’s dialogue are unique, they’d be hard to write

Also me: *puts both of them in this fic and suffers*

Writing Idia was SO HARD but I hope I managed to get him right-ish. Trying to balance his reactions with the dialogue was hard 😭

anyway thanks for reading~ please leave a comment/reblog!! <3

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𝐿𝓊𝓈𝓉 (𝒜𝓈𝓂𝑜𝒹𝑒𝓊𝓈 𝓍 𝒮𝓊𝒸𝒸𝓊𝒷𝓊𝓈 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 10: Machine + Praise

Okay why is Asmodeus actually a adorable lover tho? Why do I suddenly understood the appeal of him?!?!

Warning: fucking machine, ooc etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 2158

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You sat up from your bed, hunger burning through your body Reminding you that you haven't eaten in a while.

Sighing and getting up, deciding that you should probably get some food before going back to doing whatever you were working on, honestly, you can't remember.

You open your door only to see a giant demon outside grinning wildly, before you immediately tried to close the door on him.

Asmodeus stuck his hand into the room, stopping you from closing the door on him, before slipping into your room saying,

"Woah woah, calm down there doll face. No need to lock me out now.”

You sighed and pinched your nose bridge before asking,

"What do you want, Ozzie?"

Asmodeus walked into your room and lifted you onto his arm before saying,

"I just want you to test out a new machine for me, you're my favorite technician after all,"

You balanced yourself on his arm and looked up at him annoyed,

“You know damn well I don't work on the weekday, Ozzie.”

Asmodeus gives a shrugging gesture as he moves you closer to him. Your faces were inches apart as he said,

"Well, my dear, what if I told you I'd give you the whole weekend off from work? Besides, wouldn't you love to play with the latest machinery, I know you do."

Asmodeus tilted your face up towards him, leaning in so close it looked like he might kiss you, as he continued,

“Just a simple test run. It will be fun I promise, satisfaction guaranteed." Asmodeus grins, his fluorescent yellow eyes sparkling with excitement,

"What do you say, dearest?"

You sighed as you agreed, after all having the weekend off is a tempting offer,

“A quick test run, then I get next week off too,”

“You got it, dollface,” he said as he wrapped both of you in smoke, by the time it dissipated you were both in his home.

In front of you was a giant machine that looked like a saddle with two protrusions on it.

You stared at it for a second before saying,

“That's a fucking machine, that's just a fucking machine, I don't even think it's a new type…”

Asmodeus laughed before turning towards the machine. You could see how excited he was by the potential thrill it might bring his yellow eyes shimmered with anticipation as he looked at you.

"Oh, sweetness, this machine is sooooo much more than just a regular, boring, fucking machine. Trust me, there are a lot of surprises hidden in its mechanics. The pleasures you could eaen from doing this simple test, well… it'll catapult you into a realm of pleasure that most demons may never touch."

Asmodeus moved closer to you, his fluorescent yellow eyes staring at you hungrily, as he traced his fingers along your hip, and letting his warm breath flicker over your ear.

"And as always, I expect nothing less than earth-shattering pleasure. So give it your all, baby doll. You know how much I love the sight of you screaming and writhing in ecstasy."

Sighing you begin to walk toward the machine pulling your panties off on the way there, as you attempt to climb on the saddle.

Asmodeus's eyes darken and he licked his lip at the sight of your bare cunt on display, before walking to you and lifting you onto the saddle,

"I think it's time we get started, don't you?"

You bit your lip as you settled on the saddle, the two protrusions pressing perfectly against your two holes.

As you sat there Asmodeus's hand slipped under your dress and begin kneading your ass, his talon digging into your flesh as he placed a gentle kiss on your horn.

He whispered hoarsely, his voice low and intense, "You better believe what I've told you, little one, this machine will push you to your limits. It’s not just another toy for playing with, it's an inexhaustible source of torment and ecstasy. You will be begging for me to stop by the end of tonight, dollface…”

With that, he turned on the machine and your eyes flew open in surprise, as the protrusion opened up to two giant metal cock with what you're assuming is bumps, started thrusting inside you. You orgasm almost immediately, the cold metal a harsh contrast to your warm inside.

Grinning, Asmodeus hold your trembling body to the machine, making sure you can't get away as you begin to pant and moan, your body shaking from the intense pleasure as the metal cock thrusts inside you relentlessly.

His cock strained against the restraint of his pant as he forced your body down. Taking pleasure in watching your eyes roll to the back of your head, as your body convulsed and shuddered around the metal cocks. Your moans echoed through the dark room, making the air thick with lust.

“Darling," he started, his voice gentle, a stark contrast to how roughly he’s handling your body, “forget about the silly notion of work. Why don't we spend the entire week indulging in our wildest fantasies?”

With a loud cry as another mind-shattering orgasm ripped through you, you glared at him, your body shuddering from pleasure as you said,

“Y-you did this… haaa… on purpose… f-fuck… so full… t-this was ne-never about… gahhh… testing the machine…”

Asmodeus chuckled as he watched your body convulse from the mind-breaking pleasure. His phantom lips pressed against your neck, leaving a faint imprint of passion, as he spoke, an air of clinical amusement in his voice,

"Maybe I did, maybe I just want to watch you fucked stupid on my machine. But can you blame me? You look so beautiful when you’re fucked dumb, it's a shame I don’t get to see it more often…"

He placed kisses on your back as he remembered your protest against working on weekdays, he added smugly,

"Mind you, I'm keeping my promise. No work next week, just us creating some lustful memories together ~"

You let out a whimper as the metal cock started spinning inside you, the bumps on them hitting every single sensitive spot inside you. The cold metal slowly warmed up from your body heat as it brutalized your inside.

“Ozzie, f-fuck you… you are a fucking asshole…”

Asmodeus laughed as he wrapped his hand around your throat pushing your head back into his chest as he said,

“I have heard worst from your mouth before, doll,” his giant hand wrapped around your waist as he pushed down on the bulge that shows up as the metal cock thrusted into you, drawing a loud gasp from you, your eyes wet with tear as you panted, “And just look at how well you're taking this, doll~ Your body is meant for this..”

“S-stop… O-ozzie can't… too much… huahhh… s-stop…” you whimpered as your body was overstimulated, your tail curling around Asmodeous's hand as he pushed down on your stomach,

Asmodeus chuckled as he placed a kiss on your tail,

“Dollface~ I told you to work on your stamina, didn’t I? Your brethren can go on for days and here you are tired after only an hour…”

“Y-you know I’m not… a-as addicted to sex… FUCK!” You swore as the metal cock started sending electricity into your body, your body shaking as you squirted onto the saddle,

Asmodeus watched in amusement and kissed your forehead gently, as your body writhed and shook on the machine. The saddle wet and sticky with your secretion.

"What do you think we should do to improve your stamina? More frequent sessions? Less rest between them? Better lubrication perhaps? It's okay, baby doll~ we have all week to improve your stamina~”

You let out a choked sob as the machine drew out a final orgasm from you, before coming to a shuddering stop.

You leaned back onto Asmodeous’s chest shuddering, your body still sensitive from overstimulation.

Asmodeus carefully removed your body from the machine with a soft pop, before holding your trembling body to his chest.

He couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadistic satisfaction, when he saw the way tears fell down your face, but it was quickly overcome by his worry for you. Pushing down his sense of lust and ignoring his raging cock, he begins carrying you to his bedroom.

“There you go, sweet thing… you did so well for me, Let take you to bed okay?”

As he lay down in bed with you, your body managed to calm down. You look up at him with teary eyes,

“Are you.. are you gonna do anything about that?” you ask pointing at the raging erection he’s been having the entire time,

Asmodeus chuckles softly as he traces a finger over your stomach and covers your face with soft kisses.

"Oh, don't worry about that silly girl," he whispered, his voice carrying a mixture of tenderness and surprise at your question,

As he removed his coat revealing his body and heart-shaped nipple, he smiled down at you.

"Your comfort is more important to me right now, darling~”

You sighed before forcing your tired body up and pulling him into a kiss. His eyes widen at your sudden movements.

Asmodeus felt a faint blush creep onto his cheeks at your sudden and unexpected kiss, but he didn’t hesitate to kiss back and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

After a while you guys parted, panting he asked,

��I thought you don't do kisses, sweetheart, something about it being too affectionate and borderline romantic for a succubus like you?”

You sighed as you held his face in your hand,

“It's a reward for being nice to me… once I ignored the fact, you lied to me so you can watch me get fuck stupid.”

Asmodeus smiled fondly as he held your hand and kissed your fingertips affectionately.

“I just can't resist seeing your body trembling with pleasure, darling…”

You couldn't help but smile at the giant demon prince in front of you, he was a sweetheart despite being so powerful. Well, a sweetheart as far as you were concerned.

Flipping him onto the bed and climbing on top of him, you look down with a mischievous grin,

“Well I think we should first take care of your cock, big guy”

Asmodeus looked up at you both concerned and aroused,

“Are you sure about this sweet thing?”

You looked at his huge erection and hesitated before saying,

“Go big or go home?”

Asmodeus chuckled softly before carefully grasping your waist as his other hand slipped under your shirt grasping your boob gently as he ask again,

"Alright, sweetheart if you're sure. But remember, it's always you who calls the shots, okay?"*

You nodded before allowing him to move your body above his erection. Your body tensed as he pushed his cock inside you, letting out a painful gasp as your body was stretched open.

Asmodeus hissed softly as he felt your body clenched tightly around his cock. His grip on your waist tightened as he began thrusting his enormous cock into you, moaning loudly,

“You’re beautiful, darling~ So fucking beautiful when your tight little body is taking in my cock… Fuck! I need you!”

You whined loudly as you felt your inside being rearranged by Asmodeus's cock. Your hand slips onto his muscular ab as you try to hold your body steady.

Asmodeus's face contorted into a mix of pleasure and pain as you took his cock in, his fingers tracing over your spine and shoulders, as both of you get utterly lost in the pleasure and pain.

He swore under his breath, as he watch his massive cock thrust into you. His forehead was covered in sweat, and despite your pained sob he could see the pleasure in your eyes as he fuck you.

Eventually with a loud moan from both of you, he came inside you. Your body shuddered as he begin to fill you with his cum, until it was uncomfortable for you.

Panting he lifted your shuddering body off of his cock, his neon blue cum spilling out of you like a river. Holding you to his body again, he begins peppering you with kisses as he moans,

“You look so beautiful with my cum spilling out of you, taking my cock like a champ… fuck I love you…”

His body froze and his eyes widened as he realized what he said,

“W-wait, I mean-“

You buried your head into his chest sleepily as you covered his mouth with your hand,

“Shut up, Ozzie…” your tail curled around his waist, “…I love you too…”

Hearing your answer his face flushed and with a laugh that shook his large frame, he removed your hand before holding you closer to him, feeling a warmth in his chest for his silly little succubus.

"Sweet Dreams, baby doll," Asmodeus whispered as he let out a deep sigh. His heartbeat returns to normal as he finally closes his eyes…

#no i don’t have problems #reader insert #reader smut #x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #asmodeus x reader #helluva boss asmodeus #asmodeus x you

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