have you ever considered shulk/fiora/melia as a ship?
Personally, I do not like it at all haha. Like I as much as I really really really dislike Fiora/Shulk, I think I dislike Melia/Fiora/Shulk even more. Very bad, no thank you, bottom of F Tier.
If you want to hear my rant reasoning I'll put it below the cut, but TL;DR I'm mainly interested in Shulk/Melia and that's it. Sorry if that's not the answer you were hoping for! Oh, and Happy Halloween!!
Part of it is because I'm not that much of a multishipper, especially when there's one ship in particular I really like a lot. If I have my OTP I do not want them spilt up nor want anyone else to intrude haha. And another part of it is I really don't think Shulk or Melia (especially Melia, especially especially when it's involving Fiora and Shulk) would be happy/emotionally-satisfied in a non-monogamous relationship. Not to mention the intense "male-viewer-insert Shulk-is-a-surrogate-for-me harem-fantasy" vibes it gives off haha. (Also, maybe this is just me, but a big vibe/culture/idk-what-word-to-use-lol around polyships comes off to me as people not really thinking characters can just... be friends??? Like if a character shows even a modicum of care towards another that must mean they're in romantic love. And if they do that to all their friends then they must all be in love. Friend groups do not exist there is only shipping. Oh and if they hate someone's guts then they must also be in love, throw em in the mix. I personally don't get it haha.)
But on top of all that, whenever I've come across Melia/Fiora/Shulk content, every single time it seems to be made with the intent/vibe of "I ship Fiora with both Shulk and Melia. And that's it." rather than a "full" OT3. (Same thing with Reyn/Shulk/Fiora/Melia, but that one's "I ship Shulk with Fiora and Reyn, and I also ship Fiora with Melia. And on an off day I might make Melia/Reyn content." But that's it. It's like everyone subconsciously agrees that Shulk and Melia are not to interact romantically, it is forbidden.) And more power to you if you like any of that that but... I don't haha.
I am starved for Shulk/Melia content. I even (used to) check fics/art of the popular polyships that include the two of them just to try to find crumbs of them being romantic together (as evidenced by my above rant) but I found absolutely nothing. Very few people seem to like them together for whatever reason, even people who like polyships with them in it. And with how much depth and potential and intrigue and lore-and-character-arc-integration and general-cuteness I think they have together, that confuses and saddens me.
Jeez I really need to get back to making my Shulkelia catalogue. There's actually quite a bit of art out there for them if you go looking! Not very much and often not very explicitly-romantic but... it's a rarepair for a small fandom for a game that came out over a decade ago, I will take what I can get.
I also really need to get back to writing AAAAAAA I'M VERY SORRY AGAIN
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Halovians that are more than just screen sirens—their radio-like, artificial calls more reverent than hymns, sweeter than songs, and deadlier than a tempest at sea. Siren or angel, man, or a fractured, stained-glass glimpse at God; halos emitting radiowaves meant to coax as easily as their surfaces are able to cut.
Halovians that are like swans—symbols of love and goodness, the beat of a wing, and just as fragile; just as disposed to die of a broken heart.
Halovians that guard their hearts as they would their schemes—behind poised smiles and unreachable eyes. Halovians that are doomed to claw at you, rip your wings right out from the column of your spine if it means you would not fly off like Icarus and burn as a falling star would, not leave them to bleed out as easily as one would shed tears.
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A/N: yeah I wrote half of this when I went to see a live show… (shoutout to gho/st file/s!) Non edited/proofread bleh it just my rambling anyways
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Getting fucked dumb by a bigger man. In mass, size, and length. By the time their cock enters you, you’re already halfway to being a drooling and mindless mess. He needed to prep you thoroughly before you could take his cock, he didn’t want to hurt you after all.
“Oh? What’s that? You think you can take me with no prep?”
“Oh, little one, maybe we can try that tomorrow. For now, just lay back against me and let me stretch you out on my fingers.”
“Yes, I know they’re so big, aren’t they? Bet you never reached this deep in your own before.” “Bet those boys before couldn’t even dream of reaching this deep with their dicks, huh? I’ll show you what a real man is made of soon enough, darling.. “
You find purchase by holding on to his biceps while he fingers you, your arousal coating his palm while he smacks it against your puffy clit. The wet squelching noises made you try to cover your face and ears in embarrassment. But he couldn’t have that, oh no, no…
His free hand will pinch in your cheeks if you try to hide any of those sweet noises he loves. Scolding you gently for being embarrassed as his fingers plunged in faster and faster. If you still feel like fighting and escaping his hold on you. He’ll take it a step deeper, shoving two fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. He doesn’t care if you drool or even try to bite down on him. As long as you keep on making those cute and sweet whimpers and moans unhindered.
You scratch and claw at his biceps as he flexes under your hands. Your pitiful attempts at damaging him barely did a dent to his muscular form. His mouth next to your ear, hot, heavy, laced with desire and need. Your pussy pulling in his fingers, sucking them in so sloppily.
“Fuck, maybe this slutty pussy can take me already. Look at how she’s crying out for me.”
Once he pulls one, two, maybe even three orgasms from just his fingers, your body quivering and twitching, only held down by his big encompassing arm around your waist. Depending on the mood he would pull out a small vibrartor bullet pressing down on your abused swollen clit, ignoring your cries to stop and attempts to push his hands away. His free hand trapping your wrists together, forcing your thighs to go over his own thick ones, spreading you out fully for his assault. Letting the vibrartor roam around your lips, just teasing you for a bit, he loves watching you twitch and struggle, licking the tears from your cheeks as he prods the bullet against your clit until the bed sheet underneath gets completely soaked.
If he doesn't care for toys or is feeling a bit hungry that day, he would kneel down on the bed but keep his back straight, his height still towering over you even in this position as he flips you upside down. Throwing your legs over his broad shoulders as he delves down for his feast. HIs fat tongue lapping at your juices like a starved dog, his arm squeezing at your soft chest and waist, sometimes yanking you back up to crash into his mouth when you slip a bit. Sucking and rolling his tongue and mouth over your sensitive little nub unless your cries become voiceless and your head gets dizzy from the position.
Then when you’re finally in that dumb state, nothing but incoherent babbles spilling from your lips, your body too exhausted to fight back. Turned into nothing but a toy for him to ram his cock into, He’ll pick you up once more, bringing your legs together and locking them in under one bicep. The other arm around your neck, not choking but pushing your head back so he can whisper filth in your ear as he lowers you down on his length. Your pussy so weak and wet, still struggles to fit him in all fully. Whines still come out when he’s halfway in, your breath gets hitch in your throat when he fully bottoms out. When he starts rutting into you, his balls slapping against your ass heavily with each bounce, he’ll press a hand down on the bulge protruding in your stomach.
“Full enough yet, love?”
“Pussy still so fucking tight, gotta train her better.”
“Oh, little one, you’re nothing but a toy for me to fuck, aren’t cha?”
“So pliant, you’ll let me do whatever I want to you, right? Cause you love this cock so much..”
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Just a random SAGAU thought here, but your acolytes love your skin.
Every time you bemoan the fact that it’s not as smooth or unblemished as their own, they wonder if they should tell you: it takes everything in them to stay their lips and fingers from caressing even the slightest sliver of skin you deign to show them, hold their tongues from cascading worship and praise upon each blessed glimpse of your divine form.
They adore every part of you, of course, but your skin - how could they not stare in awe at the myriad colors that dance across it? To you, it may be merely discoloration, hyperpigmentation, vitiligo, uneven skin tone, scarring, etc. But they see an array of brilliant shades and rich gradients, like a painter’s palette ready to create a new masterpiece.
And how, how could they not long to touch when your skin is so textured? Running their fingertips over your skin, if you would so graciously allow, is like tracing a map of Teyvat itself. They see and feel the mountains and valleys of your creation in each bump and divot, sandy deserts and grassy plains in the rough patches and hairs scattered across your body, canyons and rivers in each stretch mark and wrinkle and fold.
The terrain of their world is written right there on your skin, and to them, it is just as beautiful.
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refs for an AU me and @irished-lads have been cooking up... there's a lot of little details, but here's the TL;DR:
After being alone on his singleplayer world for years, RT is fully embraced by the sculk, lives in the deep dark mostly full time, and has befriended the warden and sentient sensors down there. He becomes apart of their hivemind.
...Until, he gets "rescued" and taken off server to safety, as well as operated on to remove the sculk. It leaves him very unstable and he's kept under surveillance to study sculk corruption.
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