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jellitchi · 3 months

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vat7k designs in my head...

i thought their canon designs were a eensy weensy bit Unpolished so i made these mostly for myself. erm if u rly want it i think varian is 19 here, hugo 19, nuru 18, yong 12.

i also made rhem all playlists and had to draw them a cover so thats what the last img is I linked each of em under my notes for all of em... Under the cut is Like a Huge Infodump of notes i have for each chara,,,,,,

i kept varians design basically the same, i dislike the design w the orange neck thing so i just Nuked it😭... Here's Varians playlist

Hugos design i just wanted to put him in something more Loose. hes a thief, a professional escape artist. i dont think wearing clunky metal is ideal for him. i also gave him a prosthetic arm (blond w no arm design trope!) but u cant see it in the ref so i added another drawing of him in his under layering👍 i vaguely referenced russian(?) clothes for him as well... Yeah not too much changed w him i just tried to make him slippery-er. Here's Hugo's playlist

yong came relatively easy to me, if it wasn't obvious i did rip gaming from g*nshin's hoodie. i thought the lion hood was Adorable and freaking perfect for what i had in mind for hos character. since the og notes said the fire kingdom is loosely Chinese inspired i basically just kept that. i mashed tgt a buncha diff dynasties though sorry for how inconsistent i was... i think he looks Okay. anyways i changed yongs role a bit, ill explain why im adjusting some of their roles later but i kept yong as the Jinx Type character. hes the eldest in his family and has a buncha younger siblings, hes a lion dancer and does performances w his family/siblings. he rly like special effects n keeps tryna incorporate his fireworks into their performances (it flops and he has to sew up the dmg) ill explain more of yongs role in another post maybe shrugs... Here's Yong's Playlist

miss nuru was a bit of a struggle for me i might share my full design process with her coz i did a Bunch of mockups for her😭😭😭... i didnt have a specific country of reference for her but i chose to make her vaguely south asian inspired. i also really wanted to keep the sheer fabric w the star / constellation map. i love that idea its so cute so shes still technically the navigator. but she also wields a sword too, fencing or whatever. (her and varian r Huge Cass fangirls which is probably why she started tryna use a sword (snuck out to watch cass compete) Okay ill talk abt this later) in my head, okay ill Probably make a whole nother post talking abt how im interpreting/writing each chara, but in my head i think nuru is the youngest and her kingdom's archivist. shes mostly in charge of like Her kingdoms history / artifacts / etc. ok im getting too side tracked ill save the lore dump for later but thats Nurus role in the party. Here's Nuru's Playlist

uhm below i made their character stats mostly to help me with planning / role developing. the yellow is their base stats the color behind is their end stats i guess. i was gonna explain my reasoning for their stats but ermm this post is kinda Really long so sorry😭... varian max int for obvious reasons, also max charisma just coz i feel like u kinda learn a thing or two being around a couple manipulators and spending time in jail idk shrugs... (also lets not forget the "ud b surprised what ppl would do for a cookie!") Hugo slippery guy, if a brick is thrown at him as hes running hes gonna try n run faster to shatter it, his mindset is Run Run Run! i think hes relatively agile too but yeah mostly a Speedster. i think he n varian got no Physical strength varian maybe just like A little coz Farm boy but I rly doubt quirin is making him do a Lotta heavy lifting. yong has incredible stamina and agility because hed a performer. nuru is the strongest coz this team would literally Flop without a proper Offense😭... i think varian n hugo r able to outwit plenty of their opponents but i think nuru is pretty good in a fight, same w yong. Yeah Okay Sorry for a Long Long Post thanks hope u guys enjoy

#vat7k #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian vat7k #hugo vat7k #nuru vat7k #yong vat7k #varian tangled #fanart #lizzysart

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hanniluvi · 5 months

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( 💿 ) YOU’RE BLUSHING? — JI CHANGMIN FIC

[ DAY TWELVE ] of the advent calendar !

( 💿 ) SYNOPSIS . . as much as you wanted to deny that you had feelings for him, it was getting harder to ignore ever since he commented on how pink your face was—knowing that it was caused because of him.

( + ) PAIRING . . friend!changmin x gn!reader

( 💿 ) GENRE . . fluff, crack kinda, mutual pining, friends 2 lovers (GET IT AWAY FROM ME I CANT STOP WRITING FOR F2LS.)

( + ) WARNINGS . . eric kinda pushy but hes js trying to be a wingman, reader is a lil mean BUT W GOOD INTENTIONS, some profanity

( 💿 ) NOTE . . ignore that im like sm days late im trying to hold myself accountable okay 😭 life has been lifeing and posting daily is hard i applaud people that r able to post sm everyday .. at this rate im gonna post 4 fics a day im so behind .. anyways lets totally pretend i didnt snatch this idea from irl !

“Do you like him?” Eric pressured you to answer for the millionth time, trying to get the truth out of you. He would always bring up this question during the last period, knowing it was just you and him around and not anyone else. Even with him showing his puppy eyes, you looked at him, and repeated the answer you’d always tell him. “No, I don’t like Changmin.”

“You’re lying again,” Eric sighed, knowing how stupid you would be trying to figure out your real feelings for your best friend, Ji Changmin.

Changmin is clearly your type—you know that, and even Eric knows that. But according to you, he’s too perfect for you, which only causes Eric to roll his eyes. He’s more like a perfect pair for you, if he does say so himself. Either way, you can’t really tell if Changmin even feels the same way.

So, you’re afraid, leading up to you not confessing your feelings at all—even if someone (Eric) tries to convince you to, you would not even make a move.

“Seriously, I don’t know why you wouldn’t confess,” Eric says, popping a piece of gum in his mouth.

“…Because I don’t like him like that?”

“And I can stuff 50 pepero sticks in my mouth–wait…maybe I can. Whatever–don’t make me go off track!” He pointed at you, like you had anything to do with his absurd ideas anyways. “That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard from you.”

Do you even like Changmin like that?

“Whatever.” The bell rang, signifying that everyone was allowed to leave for the day. Looking out of the nearby window, you could already see bits of snow falling down, and Eric was all excited. “It’s snowing!”

“Great…” You already knew it was going to be cold, and you really hated walking in the cold. But, the snow was going to make the walk back home even worse than it already was. “Come on, let’s go!” He drags you by the arm, hurrying over to the lockers.

Your locker conveniently stands between Eric's and Changmin's, offering a seamless meeting point for the trio of best friends. As you chat with Eric, the familiar voice of Changmin interrupts your conversation.

"Hey!" Changmin's voice accompanies his quick steps as he approaches with a broad smile on his face. Eric nudges you, and you shoot him a scornful look. "What?"

"Nothing," you whisper back to Eric, well aware that Changmin is eyeing the two of you curiously. The dynamics of your friendship triangle always keep things interesting.

“Anyways—” Eric continues, with a mischievous glint in his eye, suggesting he's up to something once again. “I have to go with Sunwoo, so you two have fun!”

"Wait, what? Doesn’t Sunwoo have soccer practice—” Before you can finish, Eric waves a quick goodbye and scurries off. You knew him well enough to sense that he orchestrated this moment for you and Changmin. After all, he claims you have feelings for him, something you vehemently deny. Changmin, unfazed by Eric's antics, takes the opportunity to suggest, “Want to do something after school now that Eric ditched us?”

“Sure, why not?” you casually say, closing the locker door in front of you. “You lead the way, Mr. Chang.” He rolls his eyes at the sudden nickname, and you can't help but let out a soft giggle, soon walking besides him.

As you and Changmin make your way to the front of the school, he glances at you and notices that you don't have gloves on despite the chilly weather.

“Hey, aren't you cold without gloves?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.

“Hm?”

“Your hands are red already,” Changmin points out. You look down at your hands, and indeed, they are red—the color has spread all over them. In response, you pull up your sleeves, trying to hide the chilly effect.

“I’ll be fine,” you shrug, but he continues to look concerned. His worry tugs at you, appreciating the care he's showing.

Without a word, Changmin takes off his gloves and holds them out to you. “Here, take these. You shouldn't be freezing your hands off.”

You hesitate, ready to refuse, but he insists, sliding the gloves onto your hands regardless. The warmth instantly envelops your cold fingers, and you can't help but appreciate the small act of kindness, feeling yourself smile.

“There—oh! Are you okay? You’re red,” Changmin observes, his hands almost reaching your face. “Do you need my scarf—” You quickly intervene by placing your own hands on your cheeks, feeling the heat.

“Oh—shit…” you mumble, realizing the inevitable, and he tries to perk his ears to catch what you're saying. “I’m blushing…”

“You’re blushing?” he questions, a hint of surprise in his tone. Well, it seems he caught onto those words, making the situation even more awkward.

“Why?” Changmin asks, genuinely puzzled.

Letting out a sigh, you cover your face with your hands and mutter, “It’s because of you, idiot.”

His eyes widen at your response, a mixture of surprise and amusement crossing his face.

"So... you have feelings for me?" Changmin questions.

"No, I totally despise you to the point that my face randomly turns red at the mere sight of you," you retort sarcastically, eliciting a small chuckle from him.

"Now that's more like you."

"Whatever." A moment of quiet descends, and you both share affectionate glances. Taking a step closer, Changmin reaches for both of your hands. "I like you too."

This time, your face turns completely red, and he can't help but enjoy the effect he has on you. Instead of your giggle, you hear faint noises in the background. Turning abruptly, you squint your eyes, only to discover Eric and Sunwoo spying in the corner.

"Eric? Sunwoo?!" you exclaim, causing Eric to accidentally push Sunwoo's face into the snow, and then quickly backing away. "What the heck, Eric?"

"Sorry!"

"They just had to be our friends, huh?" Changmin remarks, and you nod as the other two continue bickering—mostly Sunwoo seeking revenge and Eric pleading for mercy. At least you and Changmin have something sweet going on, rather than being entangled in that chaos.

And now you know you like him like that. No more denying it.

TBZ PERM TAGLIST — @flwoie @haruavrse @bearseulgs @ilovewonyo @wtfhyuck @ineedaherosavemeenow @ilovechanhee @ja4hyvn @vampcharxter

ADVENT CALENDAR MLIST — @en-dream @i-yeseo @yizhoutv @yuma-is-mine @wtfhyuck @sansfransisco

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envy-of-the-apple · 2 years

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Idk maybe a yandere Connor "retires" by becoming a security/guard? Or maybe you're his new neighbor and he gets super attached

I see your security guard connor and i raise you bodyguard connor????? i don’t like the way this ended but im gonna kick this out before i spent like three years on a 500 word piece

non deviant connor but he’s slowly becoming deviant

(Yandere, obsession, manipulation, creepy connor, implied non con)

You wouldn’t really count yourself important. You were just lucky. Not everyone could say they were a child to some big head of Cyberlife. It gave you a lot of perks, as well as a lot of headaches, especially when your parent decided you were too unguarded.

At least, you think that’s how the RK800 prototype found his way into your home.

Connor, if you wanted to use his human name. He was a nice guy. Harmless. Mainly, he milled about your house, occasionally accompanying you on shopping trips whenever you obliged.

He was nice, as nice as an emotionless android could be.

You just wished he’d stop being so diligent.

“You’re 49 minutes tardy from your approximated arrival time.”

You resist the urge to sigh, knowing he’ll probably use whatever sensors he had to analyze it.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” You say, as you take off your shoes, still not looking at him.

Footsteps approach you, and you huff when Connor leans down, effortlessly taking your heels and neatly placing them next to the rest of your footwear.

“You don’t have to do that,” You remind him, moving towards the kitchen.

“You aren’t a household android.”

“Your shoes are slightly damaged,” You can hear him say behind you, “They weren’t like that before.”

“Oh,” You purposely tried to make yourself looking busy with a cabinet, “I went off the road for a bit.”

He’s in front of you, and this time, you can’t avoid his eyes, scanning you.

Fuck.

“Elevated heartbeat, enlarged pupils.” He grabs your forearm. “Lingering signs of oxytocin.”

His eyes narrow.

“You had sex with someone.”

The bluntness of his words make you advert your eyes. You wring your hand out of his grasp.

“Could-Could you not say it like that?” You sigh, annoyance creeping into your voice, “Also, you don’t have to point it out like that. It’s social etiquette to not mention one night stands.”

Still, your face feels hot, and you hope he doesn’t notice your flustered appearance. He does anyway. What kind of prototype would he be if he hadn’t.

“Who?” He suddenly demands.

“Excuse me?” Your whirl around to face him.

The android, of course, not understanding your words as a dare, repeats himself.

“Who was it?”

“I-okay.” You took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “I’m not answering that.”

“You have to,” He insists, “I need to know who you’ve mingled with.”

“Why?” You scowl, “It was no one important. Fucking drop it already.”

“It’s very important,” Connor’s saying, “You could have been put in danger.”

“Connor,” You sigh, tired, “I’m fine. I’m not some fucking teenager, I’m a grown adult. I can handle myself.”

He’s shaking his head, “You can’t.” He’s saying, “You’re human. Weak. That’s why I’m here. To protect you.”

You gap at him, not expected the blunt answer. There was no secret that androids and humans were a ways different, but this was the first time you’d heard a machine acknowledge it. They weren’t supposed to. And they sure as hell weren’t supposed to speak like that.

“I’m tired,” You quickly ended the conversation, “I’m heading to bed.”

He calls after you, but you don’t respond. You’re not running, not scurrying away, but your footsteps towards your room are with urgency. The door shuts behind you.

You’d call your parent tomorrow, tell them there’s no way in fuck you were keeping that thing in your house. Not when Connor was fucking malfunctioning like that.

There’s a polite knock on your door.

“May I come in?” Connor asks.

“Are you going to apologize?” You respond.

There’s a pause.

“Yes, among other things.”

You wait for a moment, but in the end, you relent. Connor is quick to slide inside, shutting the door behind him.

You’re sitting on your bed, crossing your arms.

“Well?”

“I’m sorry,” Conner finally says. He’s, for once, not eager to look at you. Instead, his brown eyes are pacing around the bedroom, your walls, the ceiling. If he didn’t have the LED, a pulsing yellow, you would have thought he was human.

“I realize, some things I stated were out of line. I apologize for that.”

You nod, running fingers through your hair. Truthfully, you weren’t mad at him, you couldn’t be. Annoyed at most. Connor was probably malfunctioning. Some water must have gotten stuck between his wires.

There was no other possibility of him of saying some of those things.

“Yeah, I figured,” You say, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll probably have to take you to the shop someday.”

He hasn’t left yet. Still standing. Still gawking. You’re about to asking him if he needed to ask something, when he’s cutting in for you.

“I should have worded it better. It’s clear that you take offense to your fragileness.”

You stare at him, shocked.

Then anger-true anger-starts to boil.

“Connor you-”

“And I also realized that you have needs that you think I can’t satisfy.”

You take a minute, trying to process what he just said.

“What?” You say, void of anger. Your voice is quiet now. Muted.

He’s smiling, looking at you. It isn’t the kind of smile you’re used to seeing on him. It’s not awkward, a mere replication he’s trying to mimic. No this time it’s real. Feral and filled with intent.

He’s nodding, once again not realizing your question is rhetorical. Or maybe this time he does. And he’s mocking you with it.

“Yes, I can.”

He isn’t taking his eyes off you as he reaches behind him.

The door clicks behind him.

“You’re right. I’m not a household android,” Connor says, taking his first aggressive step towards you.

“I’m better.”

#yandere #yandere dbh #yandere connor x reader #yandere connor dbh #dbh x reader #obbsession #manipulation #creepy connor #implied non con

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it-was-funeral-grey · 1 year

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Realisations in mess (Al Haitham x F!Reader)

Masterlist Part 5 Part 6

Summary: you're finally home! But what is this mess? clean up + cooking with alhaitham basically

Warnings: vulgarities, trashed up house (matra's fault), reader's ankle is sprained, cleaning up, alhaitham spewing out absolute bs, they eat an onion lol (no joke i was far gone when i wrote that part), sword,

Word count: <3.4k

Inspired by:-

Author's note: im learning how to make gifs! also im not sure if its obvious, but this is gonna be a 'slowburn' type of story!

Thank you everyone for your comments and encouragement! I can;t thank you all enough!

as usual i hope this is ok i tried

Please give criticism! Also, if i missed any warnings, do tell me so i can add them!

Her house is a fucking mess.

Al Haitham can try, but he can't recall what her house looks like. But he knows it's not supposed to look like this.

Archons, what the hell did the Matra do?

He doesn't stop her when she unslings her arm from around him. Instead, he holds the door open as she hobbles into her living room. He hears her let out a defeated sigh, but when she turns around to face him, she smiles.

"Well, at least I'll have something to do this afternoon," she looks around with pursed lips. "Been thinking of rearranging stuff anyway!"

Her cheerful tone doesn't fool him. It's as clear as day that she's beyond upset at the state of her home.

"You're...going to clean up this mess on your own?" she can't be serious. The place is completely trashed (is that...Harra Spice on the floor?). "Just you. With your sprained ankle."

"Well, you did see the looks that the neighbours gave me," no, he didn't. He was focusing on other things. Like making sure she leans her weight on him, not her ankle. "I should probably keep to myself for now," she replies, her eyes downcast. "Hopefully, whatever rumours about me will die out soon."

With that, she squats down, picking up a book off the floor.

Huh, now that he thinks about it, there are a lot of books here (and yes, that's definitely Harra Spice on the floor.). And no, not notebooks or record books. Actual books- look, there's a book on languages over there and a thick book about Liyue Adeptuses right next to it. Al Haitham has never seen another house with this many books (apart from his own). In fact, most of her living room floor is covered in them, ripped from their bookshelves which lay not too far away from them.

It must have taken her years to collect this many books. He's impressed that she managed to keep them all hidden all this time.

"I'll be fine, really," her voice strains as she reaches for another book. "Thank you for helping me back! And for everything else."

Al Haitham's moving before he knows it. One second he's standing up, looking down at her picking up her books. The next, he's dropping his overnight bag and squatting down, grabbing her book for her.

"Oh! Thank you."

"You need to rest your ankle," Al Haitham states, reaching over to take the book already in her hands. "Stand up."

Moving over to her, he gestures for her to sling an arm over him before standing up with her.

"There's no way you're going to be able to clean up this mess," he unslings her hand gently before walking over to her overturned couch. "I'll help."

"Ah! It's fine," she hobbles over to him, but he's already flipped her couch over. "You must be busy. I can-"

"It's lunchtime now. Everyone's on break."

"Then you should be taking a break too!"

"I've already done so on the boat."

"Well, what about your lunch? I didn't see you eat anything."

"I had a heavy breakfast."

"That's not lunch."

"Sit down and rest your ankle."

"Hey! Did you hear what I just said?"

Despite your protests, you're grateful you won't have to clean up this mess alone.

"How do you arrange your books?" Al Haitham asks as he lifts your last toppled bookshelf back upright. "By topic? Height?" He then shoots you a wary glance. "…Colour?"

"Topic, then by height," you reply, feeling slightly useless as you sit on the couch with a newly bandaged ankle (courtesy of Al Haitham). "Wait, colour? Do people do that?"

"You'll be surprised," he chuckles, and you see his shoulders relax. "There exists a certain individual that insists on making it their personal mission to convince others to arrange their bookshelves that way purely 'for the aesthetic'," he picks up a red book off the floor, running a hand over the slightly dented cover. "You have a lot of books here."

"Do… you find it strange?" you ask meekly. You wouldn't be surprised if he did. Hardly anyone in Sumeru used books, much less kept them thanks to the (recently abolished) Personal Book Act. This wouldn't be the first time a visitor judges you about it.

"Not at all," Al Haitham replies, flipping through the book gently. "I'm just surprised that you read," he stops at a folded page. "Almost no one reads in Sumeru. Not even Akademiya scholars. All they relied on was the Akasha terminals."

He balances the book in a hand and shuts it.

"I'm impressed that you managed to get your hands on this many. The Akademiya doesn't print any books. And there aren't any bookstores in Sumeru."

He passes the red book to you, and you swear his lips curve upwards for a fraction of a second.

"It's well written, but the author gives no evidence to back up his hypothesis. It's pure speculation on his part."

"You've read this before?"

"It's a title in the House of Daena," he explains, bending down to pick up another book and reading its title. "Although it's better off as a storybook."

"The House of Daena has books about Liyue?" you ask. The book in your hands is a Liyue publication which took you many pains to obtain. If there's an easier way to get access to such books-

"Definitely," he seems intrigued by your enthusiasm. "Many darshans' studies involve learning about other cultures and regions. So, books on such topics would be provided. Although whether the students want to read them is a different story."

So they'll have books about Liyue Law! You haven't been able to get your hands on any thus far.

He picks up a few more books off the floor and places them on a bookshelf nearest to him.

"You have a lot of books on Law. And Liyue."

"Ah! Yeah," his observation shocks you back into reality. "I…actually wanted to study in Liyue's Law School."

"Wanted?"

"Well, you know," he turns to look at you, and you look away. You know you won't be able to control the disappointment written all over your face if you talk about this. "Times aren't exactly the best now. Money is tight right now, with inflation and all. So…"

"I see."

"Yeah," you sigh and quickly plaster a smile, as you turn back to him. "But it's alright. I can still read about it! There are many more books in the House of Daena, so I'll borrow them!"

"…You can only borrow books if you're a student or teacher at the Akademiya."

"Oh."

It takes Al Haitham about an hour to finally get all the books off the ground and into a somewhat orderly manner. The floor is much more empty now, save for shards of glass and foodstuff amongst overturned furniture. Al Haitham knows that the Matra are thorough in their investigations, but wrecking a house to such an extent in search of evidence is seriously going overboard.

He's going to have a long talk with the Matra stationed at Port Ormos when he gets there.

"Here?" Al Haitham asks the lady standing next to him. She's insisted on helping, against his protests. Eventually, they came to a compromise- he'll carry and arrange the books, and she'll point out where to put everything.

"Yep! These few are fine- ok, switch those two," she instructs. "Everything else is in order. Thank you!"

"Where's the broom?" Al Haitham asks, kicking a shard of glass away from her. "There's glass everywhere."

"It must be the bottle of Harra Spice I bought," she hobbles past the dining table over to the kitchen, Al Haitham following closely behind her. "I bought some groceries the day before I got arrested. I left it on the dining table and… forgot to unpack it."

She didn't forget. Al Haitham takes the opportunity to quickly pick up the chairs and push them under the table, which she thanks him for. She was taking care of me and didn't have the time to put it away.

They both ignore the splinters of wood that fall out when he moves the chairs.

"I'm sorry about this whole mess," Al Haitham sighs. It doesn't matter how he tries to reason with himself. No matter what, this whole situation is his fault. And it leaves a really bad taste in his mouth that she's the one paying the price for it. "I'll be sure to pay for whatever damages there are."

"None of this is your fault," she quickly retorts, grabbing the broom's handle…which immediately detaches from the broom's head. "And like I said," she reaches for the broom head, but Al Haitham beats her to it, taking the handle from her as well. "I've been thinking about rearranging the place anyway!"

Yeah. Rearranging, not refurbishing. Past her shoulder, he sees the wrecked kitchen. And shards of broken tableware among other objects sprinkled all over the floor. She's going to need to replace a lot of things.

"Still, if there's anything I can do to make it up to you-"

"If you really want to make it up to me, take care of yourself and don't faint in front of a random person's house again!"

"I'll do my best."

"Is…that a yes or a no?" her head tilts as she frowns, eyeing him puzzledly. "And wait! Do your best to not do that or to do that?"

And out of nowhere, Al Haitham feels the sudden urge to 'push it', as Kaveh call it. Just to see how she'll react. For research purposes.

"Celestia wills the movement of the mountain and hills." he recites an old rhyme while observing her increasingly perplexed expression with great interest. The rhyme was just his grandmother's way of saying that no one knew what the future held- except fate.

"…what?"

"May the stars align your wish alongside their plans."

"???"

The good news is that cleaning your kitchen didn't take very long. The bad news is that you pretty much have to buy a new set of almost everything for your kitchen.

No, you're not joking. All you could do was grab things off the floor and counter and throw them into the bin. It hadn't taken long for you to realise that the Matra had destroyed almost everything, save for your stove and sink, a dented, but still usable pot, a single onion and a small bottle of oil.

Nothing else was spared. Not your tableware. Not your bottles of sauce. Not any of your newly bought ingredients. And most definitely not your bottle of Harra spice.

"This should be the last of it," Al Haitham re-enters the kitchen with a fully filled dustpan. "You need any help in here?"

"No, I'm done here," you groan. The Matra had destroyed all your groceries for the week. Do you even have enough Mora to buy food again this week? "Squeaky clean!"

"…and empty."

"Don't remind me," you grumble, sitting on the counter. "How did they break so many plates? It's not even fragile! It's made of wood!"

"A hidden ability of overzealous and bored Matra, I suppose," Al Haitham says as he dumps the contents of the dustpan into your overflowing bin. "Is there anything else?"

"No, just my room. I'll settle that myself," you answer. Rubbing at your bandaged ankle, you sigh, leaning your head against the overhead cabinet. "Thank you for your help, really. I wouldn't have been able to clean this all on my own."

"It's no problem. How does your ankle feel?"

"It's alright. Doesn't hurt too much."

"That's good. Elevate it when you can."

"I will."

A peaceful silence washes over the two of you as you finally get some rest after cleaning the entire house. But all that's interrupted when your stomach suddenly rumbles.

Oh, Archons.

"I…I'm so sorry."

"Well, it is a little bit past lunchtime. How are you settling lunch?"

"I have an onion."

"Sorry?"

"I have oil too."

"You're going to eat an onion?"

"I gotta," you grip the onion in your hands. "But all my knives are broken, so I can't dice it."

"Can't you go out to buy some ingredients?" Al Haitham looks a little concerned. "You don't need to eat the onion."

"The only person who sells groceries these days is Bahram," you begin peeling the onion. "But he closes shop early. He should be closed right now."

"So, how are you planning on eating this…onion?"

"I'll try to fry it."

"You're just going to toss that whole sphere of onion onto a pan?"

"Well, I don't have a pan anymore so I'll use my pot," you grab your pot and place it over the stove. "Hopefully, it won't roll out."

"Now, hold on. Don't do that."

"I mean the other alternative is eating it raw, but-"

"Use this."

"Hm?" you pour some oil into the pot before turning to him. "What the he-"

"Calm down. You're going to spill the oil onto the floor."

"Where did that come from?!"

"From me."

Before you is a beautiful green blade, rounded by a white and gold spine. A majestic aura surrounds it- as if it belongs to a higher being. It almost looks too holy to touch.

"Here. Use it to dice the onion."

HUH.

"Waitjustholdonasecond," your words jumble as you struggle to understand his request. "You want me to take your fancy blade and use it to cut the onion?"

"Yes," he pushes the blade further towards you. "Go on."

"You can't be serious. I can't do that to your sword!"

"If it's hygiene you're worried about, I assure you that-"

"No, it's not that!" honestly, it kind of scares you how hygiene isn't your main concern here. "Your sword! I can't cut an onion with your sword! What if I break it?"

"If my sword breaks from cutting an onion, I wouldn't carry it around."

"You carry it around? Where? I didn't see- ok, I'm going off-topic," you sigh. "Are you sure I can use it? It looks really expensive and I don't wanna, uh, desecrate it."

"It's a sword. It's meant for cutting things," he takes the onion from you and slices it into two before handing it over to you. "You're using it as intended. I don't see the problem."

"If you say so…" he lets the blade go into your hands, and you jerk at the sudden weight. "Oh- Archons, how do you carry this?"

"You alright there?"

"Yep, yep, I- I'll be fine!"

Your onions end up more chunky than usual, but you'll take it. You heat up the oil (after trying to squeeze out every last drop of oil from the small bottle) and gently add in the onions later. The sounds of sizzling oil fill the kitchen, and you happily take in the scent emitting from the pot. After a while, you feel that it's time to stir it around so you-

Wait. How are you gonna stir it?

"Uh oh," you grab the handle of the pot, tilting it from one end to the other. But it's no use. The onions aren't flipping over. "Oh no."

"Hm?"

"I forgot I don't have a spatula. I can't flip it."

"Use the sword."

"I- fine. Use the sword."

The final product looks better than you expected. Golden brown onions lay on top of each other inside the pot and your mouth waters at the sight.

"You'll have to wait till the pot cools down a little," Al Haitham cautions as he places the pot on the dining table. "Or else you'll burn your hand when you reach in for a slice."

"Haha, no."

"Hey! What did I just say-"

You really can't help yourself. You're too hungry. Reaching into the pipping hot pot, you pinch a piece of onion and quickly toss it into your mouth.

"Ah- hwot-"

"Unbelievable."

"Take- a slice!" you say between blowing out hot air. "It tastes pretty good! Must be the fancy sword flavour."

"I'll take one when it cools down a little. So I don't burn my fingers and the roof of my mouth."

"Suit yourself."

And the two of you fall into another cycle of silence- this time only interrupted by the sound of you blowing out hot air and Al Haitham scoffing at the display before him. Eventually, the pot cools down, and he takes up your offer and grabs a piece.

"What do you think? Pretty good, right?"

"It's good."

"That's all you have to say about the onions your sword painstakingly chopped?" you hold your chest in fake shock. "How dare you, good sir!"

"Well, my sword seems happy enough," he plays along, reaching a hand out. In an instant, the blade materialises. "I don't see any dissatisfaction from it."

"Woah!"

And then the blade disappears. And his hand is again as empty as your kitchen is.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what? Keep my sword?"

"Yeah! And make it reappear!"

"Well…"

The rest of your meal is spent happily chatting and making the poor man materialise and keep his blade over, and over again.

As selfish as it sounds, you don't want him to go. Because the moment he does, you'll be alone in Vimara Village, with nothing but rumours to keep you company.

But he has a job to do- an important one, at that. He's Sumeru's Acting Grand Sage. He's not a friend.

"I think it's about time I take my leave," he finally says, snapping you out of your train of thought. Standing up from his shaky chair, he grabs his overnight bag. "Thank you for your hospitality."

"Not at all," you reply, slowly standing from your chair as well. "I'm sorry that I couldn't host you under better circumstances."

"Would you happen to know where a certain Dilawar lives?" he asks. "I was told that he lives here."

Ah, so that's why he's here.

"Mr Dilawar lives not too far from here. Just head upwards from here and stop at the second house from the bridge," you answer. "Are… you here to fix Port Ormos?"

"Yes," he replies. "The closure of the port is not a problem I can ignore. Discussing the current state and future of the port with the trade supervisors is a crucial step in fixing the problem."

"Well, if you're on the case, then there's nothing for us common folk to worry about," you let out a relieved sigh. "With you as the Acting Grand Sage, Sumeru is in good hands."

"…Thank you."

You walk him to your front door, and he pauses outside for a moment to look back at you.

"Make sure to rest your ankle."

"I will."

"Keep a look out for any shards of glass on the floor. I may have missed them."

"I highly doubt that, but alright."

"And," he pauses again, looking over at your bookshelves. "Don't give up hope on going to Law school."

"Eh?"

"You must have taken a lot of effort to collect and read through all those books," he says. "It'd be a pity if all that effort went to waste."

He stands a little straighter, looking you in the eye this time.

"This is a temporary issue. Don't let something like that ruin a lifetime of fulfilment."

With that, he turns around.

"Well then, see you."

"Ah! Yeah, see you."

And he walked off.

"Well, you know," she doesn't turn away fast enough for Al Haitham to miss that crushed expression of hers. "Times aren't exactly the best now. Money is tight right now, with inflation and all. So…"

"I see."

So, it's a money issue. The reason that she's giving up her dream is because of money.

Like hell he's going to let that happen.

He'll solve it. He'll fix Sumeru's entire economy. He'll force the port open with his own two hands.

Just get that look off her face.

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prettyboyrry · 1 year

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hi!! this is my first little piece of writing for TLOU (in abby’s perspective) i’m putting on here kind of nervous but here it is :) hope you enjoy and feel free to message me if you have request or things you didn’t particularly like about it i’m always up for suggestions!

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"i- well, never"

“what?”

her face goes bright red at her confession.

me and my girlfriend, of only 2 weeks were going back and forth asking questions about each other when we ventured off into the more personal side of things. i had asked her how many times she gets off a day when she answered this.

"um, i don't know i just never really learned how to," her face is downcast while she fiddles with her fingers.

"let me get this straight" i can't help my teasing tone of voice, "you've never touched yourself?"

she clears her throat before speaking, still not making eye contact.

“n-no"

"sweetheart why are you so nervous?" i laugh, "this is not a bad thing at all"

"i know," she finally musters up the courage to look at me "but like i've never done anything to myself, much less anyone else so this is all really new, and you're so experienced and have been with other girls who are more experienced than me. and i wanna be able to make you feel good but i'm not sure how, i'm sorry i'm rambling"

my god she is cute.

"which is why we're gonna explore this together." i reassure her, "yes, i've been with a few girls but every girl is different and not everyone likes the same things so we're both going to be learning each other's bodies and that's okay.

she yelps when i pull her small body to sit on my lap.

i plant slobbery kisses up her neck before whispering in her ear.

"did you wanna try?"

she immediately turns her head to me with a shocked look on my face.

"wha- like, um, now?" she stammers nervously.

"yeah lovie, do you wanna cum?"

she goes impossibly redder, hiding her face in my neck.

"yeah" she whispers shyly into my ear.

"alright hop up" i tell her.

once she's sitting beside me, i grab a pillow, folding it over my thigh.

"you're gonna come sit on my thigh" i state "you can either keep your underwear on or take it off, whatever makes you comfortable."

she ponders her options and then straddles my thigh, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"i'm going to keep them on today" she murmurs.

"okay my love" i reply, "now i want you to move your hips back and forth on the pillow"

she looks at me hesitantly, before her hips start to move slowly. i can't tell when her clit gets good friction when her hips stutter for a second while she tries to catch her breath.

"you're doing so good sweet girl, go faster if you need to" i speak softly.

"sorry, i um, this is a lot" she stammers.

"none of that, you're doing nothing wrong." i assure her.

she starts to go faster and her breath picks up.

"oh god abby" she moans involuntarily.

she lays her head onto neck and begins digging her hips harder and faster into my thigh, scratching down my back in the best way possible.

"i need more" she whines into my ear.

i take the initiative and let my hands rest on her hips while i guide her hips to go faster.

"yes yes yes, please" i can tell she's close.

"i think, oh fuck, i think im cumming" she warns.

"cum baby" i demand.

"fuck fuck fuck, i cant, oh god to much" she cries out, biting my shoulder to keep herself quiet.

"nu uh" i tut, pulling her by the ponytail so she's looking at me. "let me hear you"

"i'm cumming baby" she says softly, tears streaming down her face.

all it takes, is my thigh to move and she's spilling onto my leg. her body is twitching sporadically and i can only see the whites of her eyes. i keep moving her waist so she can ride out her high but let go when she pushes them off for being too much.

after a few minutes of her leaning onto my shoulder i finally speak.

"c'mon sweet girl, let's get you cleaned up" i say sweetly not wanting to startle her.

she pulls her face out of my shoulder, her legs still lightly shaking.

"um, i think i made a mess" she says shyly with a red face.

i give her a confused look before following her gaze to see her arousal puddle she left on the pillow.

"oh baby" i say through my teeth, holding myself back from fucking the shit out of her.

"im sorry" she says quietly i barley hear her.

"baby that's the hottest shit ive ever seen"

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csprslvt · 10 months

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you and i, and her. pt 3

Chapter two (see rest of the chapters for context)

Summary: Ellie comforts (or tries to) reader who is in misery from the loss of her past and her life before. Joel and Tommy go missing and Ellie watches her father figures life fall away. (Joels death)

Warnings: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF JOELS DEATH, obvious spoilers, reader is depressed, TORTURE, THE GOLF CLUB SCENE, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, traumatized Ellie.

Overtime, routine took place, Ellie would come get you in the mornings when she wasn't patrolling, you'd visit the horses and didn't run into Dina again after the incident weeks prior. But still despite the fact that you had a friend again. Your heart ached with every thought of Abby.

You would lay in bed at night disconnected from reality, trying so hard to remember where she would be, how you came about to be bloody and lost in the woods, and why she hadn't come looking for you yet.

It was better for your aching chest to assume she had passed on rather than thinking she had truly left you behind and would never come back. And in the darkness of the night, all you wanted was to mourn but you couldn't seem to cry. It left bubbled up emotion in your chest that would take your mood for days at a time. Pretending to be okay was not reliable anymore. And one morning you had ignored Ellies calls. Figuring she would walk away.

But Ellie was oh so persistent.

Laying in bed, you seemed a mess, holding onto your locket and rubbing the cool metal.

Ellie stormed in, kicking open the door with a hurried frenzy.

You jumped.

“Ellie! What the fuck!”

“You asshole, you've been ignoring me! I've been knocking for like five minutes, I thought you died!” Ellie looked at you, clearly displeased. But upon seeing your empty, woeful eyes she softened and sat beside you.

“You gonna tell me what's up?”

“Nothing is up.”

“Nuh uh, don't lie to me. You haven't gotten up at all. You ignored me which, you never do, and you haven't been… yourself”

You sighed, pulling the covers over your head.

“ I can't tell you.”

“What? Why not? I'm a good listener!”

“ I know you are Ellie but there are certain things I'm not even sure about.”

“ You're worried about how you got here again.”

“Ellie-”

“y/n, I dont know what happened to you but I knew from the look on your face that it was bad. You were covered in blood and tired, I could've killed you and you didn't even seem fazed…but whatever happened, you're safe now. That's what matters”

You removed the covers and looked at Ellie, making eye contact.

“ I feel like…like I left something behind. Something important, and I can't shake it off! Every night im having these dreams and-”

“What dreams?”

You flushed,

Your nights were filled with Abby. Her hands, her touches, her words, her whispered ‘I love yous’ . But they were also filled with blood, fear and the smell of putrid death. They were filled with the intense feeling of abandonment, shame and loss.

“I just feel so empty.”

At this Ellie looked extremely concerned, she placed a hand on your back rubbing circles and she tried to comfort you as best as she knew how.

“Is there…are you empty because you're depressed or are you empty because you miss somebody?” Ellie questioned, she knew the feeling well, especially after Dina.

“I just, I remember being so happy despite everything, I remember little bits and pieces of the life I had and then at the same time, I left it behind and I can't figure out why and I hate myself for ruining it all.”

Ellie moves and goes to hold your hand.

“y/n, you must've left for a reason, you were covered in blood for god's sake, clearly you just need to rest and let yourself feel rather than hiding it all. I promise you, here you'll be safe and you can start another chance to be happy again. I understand things are hard, but you won't feel this way forever…It'll be okay.”

You held Ellies hand tightly as if she was your life line. Needing something to keep you grounded.

“I know”

Ellie signed, “I know I'm not the best at communicating but I'm so glad I have a friend around again. And I want you to be happy, I care about you. And you can always talk to me about what's on your mind.”

The thing is, I can't. I can't talk about Abby, I can't talk about the people I've killed and the nightmares I have about it.It's just too much.

“Okay.”

Ellie gazed at you one last time, clearly noticing you can't be soothed. You needed something she couldn't provide and what exactly that thing was, she was unsure.

Ellie got up, letting go of your hand. “I’ll bring you something to eat”

You smiled a little. She was just trying to help you.

“Okay Ellie”

As she opened the door you spoke again,

“Ellie?”

“Yea?”

“Thank you.”

“Dont worry about it.”

The girl then left your sight, closing the door behind her.

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To say Ellie was worried was an understatement.

The moment she left your cabin, her face showed pure panic.

What if y/n leaves jackson? What if you look for whoever it was that you'd abandoned and never returned? What if, what if, what if….

Her mind was racing, sure, you being sad was concerning because she cared, she wanted your happiness, you were her only real friend. But it was also a concern of you leaving her alone. She couldn't.

For the better (or for the worst) Her thoughts were interrupted by Dina approaching her right as she stepped out of your cabin.

Fuck.

“Hey Ellie, I see you've gotten comfy with y/n, crawling out of her cabin like that”

“Dina, it's not like that. She's my friend, and we were just talking…” Ellie spoke with a high, nervous pitch

God Dammit now I seem suspicious

“Sure, let me see her, I need to talk with her”

Ellies face changed with a confused stare.

“With y/n?”

“Yes. With y/n, that's whose house you're sneaking out of isn't it?”

“Oh my god Dina it isn't like that. Listen, she's having a hard time, leave her alone.”

“Why so hostile Ellie?”

Ellie tensed up.

“You know why.”

Dina sighed, her eyes softened, she reached out to grasp Ellies shoulder but the girl flinched away.

“Ellie, I'm sorry, it was for the better.”

“Don't give me that bullshit, we could've made it work”

Dina pinched the bridge of her nose.

“I don't have time for this.”

“What do you want to talk to y/n for”

“Listen, I've been patrolling and there's someone-”

“Ellie! Ellie!”

A frantic voice yells, running to Ellie pausing the conversation,

“Jesse? What's wrong”

“It's Joel and Tommy, they haven't come back.”

“What?” a cold sweat presperates across Ellie's brow. The hair on the back of her neck stood up with a deathly chill going up her spine.

Something in Jesse’s face led Ellie to believe something sinister had happened and without thinking, she ran to the stables and grabbed her gear.

She had been riding for a while, until she heard a scream. A loud, terrifying, blood curdling scream.

“Joel.”

It repeated over and over again, until Ellie wanted to bash her head in to stop the noises but she continued, trying to find him. A crazed look on her face, she was hyperventilating, her chest tight and her heart crushing with only the worst thoughts coming to her, filling her mind, body and soul.

Please no.

She eventually stopped at a house and her stomach felt like it would drop at any second.

She wandered into the building and the screams got louder. She knew it was him, she would recognize that voice anywhere.

The pained noises lead her to an ominous hallway. The shouting became gurgling almost as if someone was being waterboarded. Or drowning in their own blood.

Readying her weapon and slammed open the door. Joel was on the floor, beaten and bloody. A woman stood above him with a golf club in her hands.

A bloody golf club.

No. Please no.

She held up her gun but before she was given time to react her body fell to the floor, being attacked from the side.

“Get off of me!”

“Tie her hands!”

“Get the fuck off of me!”

Ellie struggled against her attacker's hold.

“Bitch.”

Two, maybe three kicks hit her stomach, hard, it felt like a deep intense pressure, strangling her insides in the worst way possible.The force of steel toe boots on her guts made her feel like she would vomit.

Another man came, restraining the person beating her relentlessly.

“You got her okay? You got her”

“Let go!”

Ellies throat filled with blood and she tasted its metallic drip falling from her nose.

“Youre gonna fucking die!”

“What's going on?” A tall built male walked towards Joel's abuser. Ellie is still struggling for release of the hold on her.

“Let him go!”

“Who is that?” a woman questioned obviously

“She snuck in…”

They spoke amongst themselves, and Ellie stared at them, wildly moving, trying, pleading, hoping she would muster up the strength to make them all pay.

“Why aren't you posted outside?”

“We didn't think anyone would show up”

“The hell did you expect?”

“We gotta get out of here before the whole town is on top of us”

The man turned to the woman, she was built like an Ox, tall, with a blond braid down her back.

“You're done.”

“You want what I want, right?”

“End it .Now”

The women turned towards Joel, a crumpled mess on the floor.

“Joel, get up”

He did nothing but blink.

“Joel, fucking get up.�� Ellie begged, she felt like her world was ending with his life fading away.

“Please stop!” Ellie was never one to say please but she was filled with desperation.

“Please don't do this..” The golf club raised

“Joel please get up!”

A sickening crunch played in Ellie's ears as the golf club bashed into Joel's head, at full strength.

“No!”

Sobs wracked through Ellies body. Her lungs filled with blood and her nose drenched in it. Snot ran down her lips.

“Burn in hell, pendejo” a kick.

Rage made its way to Ellie’s spine, the burning, crippling need for vengeance rang through her entirely. Beginning to consume her.

The man had taken a gun and pointed it to her.

All she could say was no

“Ill fucking kill you” she spoke, before the voices became muffled noises and consciousness left her. Unable to fight back.

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Eventually, she awoke, and there you were, by her side.

“I'm sorry Ellie.”

“Jesse, they're down here!”

Somehow you had ended up looking for Ellie when you started getting anxious about how you left off, Jesse had told you she had gone looking for Joel. And you being you, followed her.

You had heard screams but didn't make it in time. You only discovered the area had been evacuated with Ellies body on the floor. You gasped when your eyes fell on Joel. He was without a pulse.

He was gone.

“Oh Ellie I'm so sorry” you had whispered again and again, trying to wake her up.

Eventually she came too, weak and trembling,

“No, no no no” She cried.

You'd taken her back, while Jesse carried the body of Joel, still warm but his heart had stopped.

You shielded her eyes from her body, trying to not traumatize her further with the site but she wouldn't stop staring. She was a shell. She would never be the same.

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iavenjqasdf · 5 months

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🖨clones🔨

my fucking cloning machine is defective; it keeps making "me"s, and i fucking hate that guy.

i'll just be minding my own business, going about my day, when i hear a ZAP! from the other room, and i sigh, cause i know that means i have to drop everything im doing and go subdue another fully-grown newborn me. For some reason they're always born terrified and trying to kill themselves as quickly as possible, and i cant just let them go out into the world and make a mess and ruin my good name, so i developed a system; i knock it out with my favorite heavy shovel, and then i drag its sleepy body out of the closet it was born in and down to the basement while it's unconscious, listening to the thonk thonk thonk as it hits its head on each step on the way down, and i leave it down there in the dark, next to all its clone buddies.

(protip if you find yourself in a similar situation: invest in a good shovel as soon as you can. you don't want something flimsy that'll break in the middle of a pacification. i had to strangle one with my bare hands before i learned that lesson. not fun!)

i usually do a pretty good job keeping them contained where i don't have to think about them, but sometimes they start screaming or crying or whatever, loud enough that i can hear them even through the doors and hallways between us, so i have to turn on the gas down there, until eventually they quiet down and go to sleep. sometimes they die, but i just leave the corpses down there nowadays, cause sometimes they come back to life, and hauling a carcass up the basement steps and through the house and into the backyard is a whole thing and if it's gonna claw its way out of the ground again anyway i might as well save myself the trouble. the living ones cry about the smell sometimes but i don't let the haters get to me.

i don't know what they get up to down there; i only ever open the door when i have to toss another guy in there, and obviously i have to gas them first to make sure they don't try to mob up on me and escape, so i only ever see them unconscious. there's shit smeared on the walls and weird symbols that i guess they carve into each other using their grotesquely overgrown fingernails, but being a full time caretaker is enough of a hassle without also having to put in the effort to understand what the fuck they're trying to communicate.

i tried turning the machine off and on again, then just leaving it off permanently, then straight up unplugging it, but nothing really seems to work. i can leave it in the most pristine perfect unpowered condition and think im finally safe and then one day ZAP! it's made another guy, and i have to go through the whole fuckin routine all over. really takes a toll on a guy, having to bludgeon something with your own face and voice unconscious before you even finish your morning coffee.

i also tried breaking it, but that just made the clones start coming out broken, too. if you thought they were annoying in vanilla form, just wait till you get one with half its skull concave, or with limbs growing out of the wrong places. i don't get cognitohazard pay for having to see and subdue those abominations. so i don't fuck with the machine anymore, because with my luck, i'll just end up making things even worse if i try to fix them again.

mostly i just wish i had some help, but i haven't been able to find any so far. it's kinda hard to make friends or get second dates when you're constantly exhausted from pacifying a basement full of retarded suicidal clones of yourself. recruiting from within doesn't work, either; i can't bribe them, because the only thing they want is to die, and i can't threaten them, because they'll start just begging for whatever punishment i think of and that weirds me out.

it's reached a sort of shitty equilibrium, where the machine spits em out at pretty much the perfect rate to maintain a stable population. whenever one of them dies, the others will eat the corpse, which is cool cause then i don't have to worry about that one coming back, but it also means the rest all get fed and continue living.

i know what you're thinking; yes, i've already tried forcing a conscious one to eat all the unconscious ones at gunpoint once. it just grabbed the gun out of my hand and shot itself through the skull, and then came back a week later anyway. ungrateful bastard.

it's starting to smell pretty bad all the time down there, too. all their waste products piling up, i bet. i wish i could just leave the gas on all the time so i wouldn't have to worry about it, but eventually it starts leaking through the cracks in the basement and filling my parts of the house, too. i guess i could just pack up, turn the gas on, and leave, but the bill will eventually come due, and if they shut it off then even bigger complications will emerge.

besides, a house this big, for this cheap, in this neighborhood? i can't afford to NOT be doing this. i just wish i had someone to share it with, besides myselves.

ao3

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aroace-poly-show · 9 days

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Friend could you please go on a rant about siffrin or rui im having a Piss Brain Moment and need to distract myself + your rants are soa awesome always

SURE SURE UM i don’t know how you feel abt spoilers so uh. will try to avoid that. anyway watching siffrin throughout the loops just slowly going more and more insane is so. ougrdhjfg. he loves his friends so much too :( he wants to protect them so bad :( one of his main goals later in the loops is to find out how to help them with any of their problems :( they keep going through the loops miserably but having their friends with them keeps them going :( and whenever theres like smth about him that his friends notice he goes all :0 bc its weird when he’s like perceived and his friends notice things about him bc he’s actually seen like wow thats crazy but just.oughdsg he loves. so much. he makes me ill. me when the character is full of so much love. ourgdhfsgfbdfds……………..

if you don’t care abt spoilers uh. more rambles under the cut

siffrin in the later loops esp the third ending after you beat the king while also having done the friendship quests is so. oughghdgdhj. during the friendship quests before where they help all their friends and make all of them happy and they all love them theres that moment at the picnic scene i believe where after he says he’s happy it goes “in this moment you are loved.” and he thinks he wants to try going through the castle to the end bc maybe this time it’ll be different now that he’s with friends who love him (LIKE THEY DIDNT LOVE HIM BEFORE LIKE HE WASN’T ALREADY LOVED LIKE MJFHDJSBSNDFHD) (also i got the tutorial event after doing all 4 of them but i’ve seen some of my friends get it earlier having only done a few of them but the tutorial event made me. ill. bc it was directly after them saying that they wanna try going through the castle without looping bc now their friends love them and then they brutally kill a sadness in front of all his friends horrifying them. with faces that make him think he’s already ruined this. like he’s happier and loved right now but goodness gracious he is still. going a little insane.) and when he makes it to the end the first time not much changes aside from odile noticing how he looked and getting worried and all his friends trying to run for him to help him before whatever was happening (the loop restarted) happens and at first he berates himself for thinking the power of love or whatever would save him but by the third time hes fucking smiling at them and its like “they love you! they all love you! you could do this forever!” they love him enough to try to run after him to save him and hes fucking smiling at themmmm and the restart screen ends with “in this moment you were loved” and i am ILLLLLLLL ITS SO. ITS SO. OURGDFHSDJGHAFJGHJHFJHAAGDJHJHDFG.S…………..siffrin……..fucked up little guy………..later in act 5 when he’s told he’s gonna be in here for eternity he tries to be like “its fine its fine because you’re here with your family right? because you’re loved? because you’re with them? ot’s fine right? but this thought…IS NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU TO GO ON ANYMORE!!!” bc atp they’ve been through it so many times these aren’t their friends anymore to them they’re just actors and copies and fictional versions of them that will never ever change and they want to be with their real family and theres this whole thing of them comparing these loops and how they act and how their friends act to actors in a play and that he has to keep following the script and UWAGHDSHS HES A STUPID FUCKING TEHATER KID TOO. ITS ALWYAS THE THEATER KIDS THAT GET ME. FUCK. okay this was a lot. i’m not even done i could say so much. but yeah sorry

#asks #i hope you stop having a pissbrain moment soon :(#and ty for liking my silly rants

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dekusleftsock · 11 months

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Waking up in a cold sweat thinking about all the parallels in MHA and how everything comes around full circle; and we’re seeing it especially prominently right now in the Togachako plotline, where Ochako and Uraraka are both doing the same things for each other that they’ve done for Deku, but with positive outcomes. (One example: Uraraka grabbing Deku to calm him did not work, but it worked with Toga). Realizing that the one thing that hasn’t come around yet is Himiko asking Ochako to be her girlfriend, like she asked Deku to be her boyfriend. Despite her clear and known feelings, she’s never actually straight up asked. And if the pattern continues as Himiko and Ochako having better results with each other than they ever had with Deku; than the only possible outcome is for Ochako to say yes….Hori what are you doing

ITS SO

It’s

ITS SO SO BAOSBSISKSIHAHSBBSBBSBDHHDH

I’m so excited to see togas reply, I’m so excited to see deku vs shigaraki’s fight, I’m so excited to see how bakugou is resurrected, im so excited for everything.

Regardless of everything, I know it in my heart Himiko is gonna ask her to be her girlfriend, will you accept her Ochako? Will you become selfish in the face of a society that expects you to be on a constant performance?

I live in a very pessimistic view of the world, I try NOT to have it and it’s the reason why this account has always tried to stay hopeful. It’s why I try to constantly convince the people around me. All so that I can ask the question, “Do you really think this will happen?” And the answer has more recently been “Yes”. It feeds me into a cycle I created in order to become a more positive person. I think being pessimistic and angry at the world is common for people of my age group, hell, even people into their 20’s, maybe even 30’s. It can fester deep into adulthood, possibly the rest of your life. Negativity and hopelessness thrive in the absence of support and love.

It’s that same lesson mha tries to teach us. Pessimism and ego are the root to the problem, whatever that problem may be. From controlling human emotion, being overly, even unnecessarily sacrificial, holding your power back, not being able to see your own limits, being in love, all of it has always been something solvable through love and support.

I think all of the problems I’ve listed, along with all the characters they’re tied to, are in one way or another tied to ego or pessimism.

And it’s THIS that I keep on loop in my head. The selfishness, parallels, evidence, whatever the fuck doesn’t matter half as much to me as trying to control what power I have over the story—which is how I react to it. It doesn’t matter if I’m right or wrong, it doesn’t matter if this all tears down in a wonderful hellscape of a fire and I get my ego burned for a few weeks, what matters is that I let myself be HAPPY about something, even if that something is not guaranteed. This whole thought process hits so much closer to me right now. It’s something I’ve thought for… basically the entire time I’ve been on tumblr, but it’s been on the back burner because for the first time I’ve realized there’s no more time left. Mha doesn’t have a billion chapters leading up to this fight at all, Toga and Ochako are having their ending story right now. No matter how much I find, no matter how much I theorize, it ultimately doesn’t MATTER ANYMORE.

And yet, I still don’t care. It all comes back in an infinite circle, back to the original ideas the story has always tried to keep within itself. Just like I have kept my ideas on the back burner until now, mha has kept its romantic ideas on the back burner too; this is the true cross roads, this is the final answer. All eyes are on you horikoshi, you have all the power right now to make or break everything.

Break the internet, Horikoshi.

#bkdk #togachako #guess they both fit here #togaocha

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love-toxin · 2 years

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I hate going to the dentist, they scare me and make me so anxious but I really need to go to one bc I have an issue w one of my teeth + gums in that tooths area. Im trying to distract myself w yan fruity four n imagine that theyre comforting me:(

IM HERE ANON!!!! i feel you so much i don't like the dentist either, the anxiety is so real 🥺 but the yan fruity four would so be on it with you!! ♡

i can imagine they're all clearly very supportive, but they're also keen on working together so they decide to tackle your problem in different areas. Nancy takes care of your more practical needs, like making your appointment for you, arranging your ride, taking down all the details over the phone for how you can prepare and in the case of needing work done, how to provide aftercare while you're healing. she's so on the nose that it kinda feels like she's your dentist which is a little more comforting to think of. except instead of giving you a toothbrush and some toothpaste as a reward for getting through the appointment, she gives you snuggles and praises you on doing so well and being so responsible. and kisses, lots of kisses.

Steve babies you soooooooo much--he probably tries to get you out of having to go until he realizes just how much you need it, and then he switches over to reassuring you and hyping you up to go in as the appointment draws closer. he's definitely the one driving you there and stroking your hair as he drives you back home, if he could have you in his lap as he does he would, but he just has to wait until you get home. curses. but at least when you arrive he doesn't let you do anything for yourself, even unbuckling your seat belt--he reaches over and undoes it for you with a click, before getting out and coming around to your side to pick you up and bridal carry you into the house. and then you're set, because if Steve catches even a whiff of you wanting or needing something, he's on you and bringing whatever it is as quickly and efficiently as he can.

Robin, surprisingly, is the one that goes into the office and into your appointment with you. Steve and Nancy will both wait in the car to make sure everything on the outside is safe (call them paranoid, but they have good reason to) while Robin helps you check in and sits with you as you're waiting. but it's mostly because she's the best at making you laugh, and she tends to be the least uptight of the group so she makes for a good "friend" to come with you and settle you down with a squeeze of your hand. plus, she's already got plans on what snacks she's gonna get to keep for you when you're feeling up to eating them--primarily things like icecream and softer snacks that'll be easy on those poor teeth of yours. she'll even make Steve stop at the convenience store on the way home so she can grab them all, along with some flowers as a special present for being so good and going in even when you didn't want to.

and Eddie, sweet Eddie, doesn't come to the appointment for the simple reason that he needs to make sure your recovery room is perfect for you. he'll decorate your room with strings of fairy lights and set up your bed like a huge pillow fort, he'll even drag in one of the smaller crts and stretch a blanket over the top of it, so you can cuddle inside and watch all the cheesy, scary movies you guys can get your hands on. he'll throw a bunch of his own blankets and pillows inside too so that it smells like him, and because he knows that cuddling with his things comforts you (and he loves it so much, phew) as well as his cassette player and some of the mixtapes he's made for you in case you want to play them to fall asleep to. so when you're carried in by Steve and he lays you down inside your new fort, Eddie's already so eager to comfort you that he just grabs you and clings to you like a little koala. the others'll have to wedge themselves in just to get their own cuddles in, and even Nancy and Steve will get in on the action and cram themselves in beside the others to make a big snuggle pile, even though they'll have to deal with the rather intense movies Eddie's picked. but at least they have you! that's all that really matters.

#yandere fruity four #fruity four #yandere fruity four x reader #fruity four x reader #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #st 4 #stranger things #anons

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luvelylili · 2 years

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48 hour challenge !!

i decided to try @zen-shu ‘s new 48 hour challenge!! i’ve never tried a loa challenge on tumblr, and i’ve seen so many people getting amazing results so here is my take:

backstory

my self concept is not perfect, i get my fair share of doubts & limiting beliefs, i have a lot of failed void attempts but, regardless of everything i always keep going. i believe in the law 100% and i’ve already managed to manifest many things for myself. something i need to work on the most is probably persisting and remaining in the state of knowing that the 3d will conform once i’ve claimed my desires in the 4d. therefore, these are the main pointers i will carry in my mind for the next 48 hours over which i will complete this challenge!!

what i will be manifesting

- clear skin.

my skin is prone to it’s up and down periods, but recently it’s been a little bit too down for my liking so i will be manifesting my pimples clearing up and just to have overall clearer and smoother skin!

- sleep paralysis.

as i mentioned above, entering the void state is something i desire but i haven’t had any success with the good old lie down and affirm method. sooo, i did my research and i found the sleep paralysis method which really interested me and caught my attention for being so easy and straightforward. sleep paralysis is a natural human body mechanism and not dangerous at all, so there’s nothing to be worried about!! it’s also a great tool for manifesting, shifting and entering the void state - all of which we love here :) therefore, i want to manifest having sleep paralysis regularly so that i can experiment with it and use it to my advantage.

- best case scenarios.

over the course of this weekend, im gonna have to be in some situations that i REALLY wish i didn’t have to but i can’t get out of going anymore sooo… anyways, when life give you lemons, you just affirm against unwanted circumstances, right? so that’s what i’ll be doing, whatever happens i’m just going to live firmly in my 4d (this is hard for me so i’m really setting this goal for myself and making a point to stick to this even when my emotions take over)

what i will be doing

- assuming i always manifest in 48 hours, or less.

aside from my affirmations, whenever i catch myself wavering or want to redirect my thoughts without pulling out my whole affirmations list, i will simply stop and affirm that i always manifest my desires easily and effortlessly in 48 hours.

- persist in the state of knowing.

this post, also from zen’s blog, is super helpful!! it really helped my mindset and works as a good pick-me-up for whenever i feel demotivated and start to have doubts about my desires, it helps to come here and be reminded that all that truly matters is the 4d.

- mental diet/affirming.

and last but certainly not least: we affirmate. i want to saturate my mind with my affirmations and create natural thought patterns that align with my desired state - the wish fulfilled. this will help me to live in the end, so i’ll be affirming all throughout the day. i sometimes overcomplicate affirming because i have some law of attraction baggage in which i sometimes think i need to feel my affirmations and i get stressed out when i’m just repeating my affirmations in my thoughts and think i’m doing it wrong? there is no wrong way to manifest, i don’t have to feel or even believe in my affirmations, all i have to do is persist in my repeated positive thoughts (this is a major note to self!!). so, i’ll do this by affirming when i think of my desires and going through my affirmation list first thing when i wake up & last thing before bed!!

my affirmations

- my skin is crystal clear

- i have sleep paralysis every night

- it literally takes me 2 minutes to get sleep paralysis

- i always successfully get sleep paralysis

- everything always works out perfectly for me

- my 3d perfectly reflects my 4d

- my results are instant, my desires are fulfilled, and my 3D is fully conformed

- i have everything i could ever want

- my life is perfect

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start date: 28 july 2022

end date: 30 july 2022

#48hc #loassumption #law of attraction #law of the universe #self concept #void state #manifesting #shifting #sleep paralysis #shifting realities #3dolc x roe #affirming

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sammiesonyourleft · 5 months

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city lights - p.p.

pairing: peter parker x black best friend f!reader

summary: your best friend finds you in a strange place mourning your failed relationship

notes: dedicated to everyone who had a bad situationship) (dis my own canon)

word count: 906

"Y/N?"

"Oh hi, Peter," You say pausing your music, sitting up from your position.

"Don’t just ‘hI pEtEr’ me? What’re you doing up here dude? It's so late!"

"I needed to breathe. I hope you don't mind. What're you doing here?"

"This is where I come when I take breaks from night patrol. Is everything alright?"

Taking a deep breath in, "No Pete, they're not."

Y'all sit in uncomfortable silence before he asks "Do ya wanna talk about it?"

"I loved him but it wasn’t worth the heartache ya know. I lost myself trying to be what he wanted. I changed so much, and not to say those changes were bad… I made some pretty healthy ones. they were just for him. I adapted so that he’d be more comfortable… so he’d love me back… I realized that it was hella wrong. I shouldn’t be hiding parts of myself because he’s uncomfortable. I shouldn’t have to hold my tongue because he doesn’t like my response. I've spent many nights crying over the fact that he didn’t want to be with me and that I was trying to force something that was not there in the first place. I just wanted to see if he’d come around, ya know. that wasn’t my first mistake. my first mistake was not leaving when he told me he didn’t want a relationship when I told him I had feelings for him. my second mistake was staying."

He opens his mouth in disbelief, pausing before deciding his next words, "But you couldn’t have known that, y/n."

Shaking your head, "Peter, when a guy knows he loves you, he loves you. And he means it. no ifs, and, or buts about it. He will do anything to make you happy and keep you happy. I would know… I’ve seen it before. My grandfather… has dementia. He still goes out and buys my grandma flowers every week. I knew. I just wanted to see if he felt the same. Turns out he didn’t, and I'm difficult to deal with, and “I do too much”. Serves me right though… I knew this rel— whatever this was — had an expiration date, no matter how long I pretended it didn’t. I wasted my time." Sighing dramatically, you lay back down, covering your eyes as you finally come to terms with your feelings.

Peter rushes to lie down next to you, "No, you didn’t; This was a learning experience for you. Sometimes we go through stuff that we don’t want to. but it teaches us for the next time. so now if some guy comes to you now, you have the chance to set boundaries and make sure you're being intentional with who you're spending your time with. And if he takes off running then he’s not the one. If he stays and gets to know you, the real you, not the one that dirtbag tried to make you into, he could be the one."

"But how do I know that it’s not gonna end up the same way again? I’ve been in so many talking stages. I'm tired of learning what to do and what not to do to keep a guy. that was the longest one. and this one hurt the most. we had so many plans together. and now they’re all gone. because of me."

"Absolutely not. Wrong. Not because of you. Because of him. He couldn’t see past everything that’s inside you. He only saw what he wanted to see. He waited until you were fragile enough for him to break you over and over again. He decided he wanted to flirt with you after you told him you had feelings. He’s the one who stayed after you said I love you. He got into your head and convinced you that you were crazy. when you’re not. He had so many opportunities to say “hey I’m sorry, I know what you want but we don’t want the same things, so I think it’s best if we go our separate ways.”

"But he told me he wasn’t ready. I should have just listened."

No. Absolutely not. I’ve seen the text messages. He told you that after y'all bared your hearts to one another. Did you forget where he said he loved you back? Because I don't! That was a big thing. Y/N, Im so sorry he played with your feelings for months. You deserve so much better than that. I’m happy he’s gone."

"Well now you sound like MJ."

"Yea she kind of gave me the run down of what happened, but I knew I needed to talk to you. I don't regret any of my actions."

"What'd you do? Web him up in an alley?

His eyes get wide, and he pops up really fast, "Well well well, we have school tomorrow, why don't we get going?

"Peter Parker, what did you do?"

"Imayhavewebbedhimupandlefthiminthealleynearhisapartmentbuilding."

"YOU DID WHAt???"

"I had to do something! He hurt my best friend! So I dragged him out his sleep and he's currently handing above the dumpster behind his apartment building."

You scream, "PETE! He's HANGING???"

"Yea... Please don't be mad. I can go take him down if you'd like." He looks genuinely scared when he says this.

You laugh, pulling him in for a hug, "Thanks Pete, you're the best friend anybody could ask for. Now let's go. We have pictures to take with a certain boy.

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We be word vomiting. Please if you liked it this pic let me know. Any comments or advice will be greatly appreciated!

xo,

dai :)

#peter parker #spiderman #x black reader #x black fem reader #best friends #tom holland #tom holland spiderman

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compassionatereminders · 5 months

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i just want to vent (off anon bc im proud of myself for not giving up and dying) and this is. slightly graphic so tw for suicide attempt(s) and vomiting

i just started off the year by almost trying to kill myself (last night. well a few hours ago) but i woke up and threw up whatever i tried to kill myself with (it went up my nose!!!! every breath i take i can smell it :( it sucks). it was fucking disgusting and i can still taste it so im just waiting for my turn in the bathroom before i brush my teeth. tbh i knew it wouldn't kill me, i didn't take enough, i just wanted to make myself sick so i didn't have to go to school today. (spoiler alert: im not sick enough to skip school)

then i remembered the time that i tried to kill myself like. 2 years ago, when i told my teacher i wanted to die and it's exactly a week before my period. according to my tracker my period is near (i have irregular cycles so its probs off by a few days). so im just like, yeah this is not me. i want to live. i dont want to die here. im not hopeless.

im gonna go to school today and im gonna bring food for my friends. i have several activities i haven't submitted (or done. for that matter.) but one of them in particular is actually 2 outputs (a paper and a video presentation of the paper) and i have to defend my paper. it's worth a lot of my grades, so now im hoping that my teacher will approach me and ask why i didn't submit my work and I'll tell her its because i was having an ongoing crisis (not the exact phrasing im gonna use but yeah thats the gist of it).

also realized that the time of the year really affects my mental state. like i struggle so hard to even want to keep myself alive during November and December (since i was young!!!!!!) which just so happens to be the 2nd quarter of the school year and it really shows in my academic performance. and now its January and i hope this phase of my life has ended. im gonna fight for the life i want and i wont die :)

i hope you have a good year (also your blog has helped me through some very rough times in my life. thank you for existing :) )

I'm glad you're still here, and I'm so happy to hear that you've decided to stick around, but if any level of suicidal ideation is a common thing for you before periods, I strongly recommend that you talk to a doctor and look into PMDD and hormonal birth control, because you should not have to deal with this level of distress and instability up to your periods, and if you do that's a big problem which might have a solution

#chat with kat #suicide tw #suicide attempt tw #overdose tw #vomit tw #menstruation tw #suicidal ideation tw

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810nd1 · 2 hours

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i tried being myself and it never works, someone somewhere always usually has something to say about it or judge me for something or other. im no kidding the amount of bs was past the normal point of what someone would deal with, it was every other public place even as an adult someone somewhere be gossiping or judging or idfk even if they didnt know me at all. do you believe in TI's? I had couple of guys once recording me as a chikd didnt report it to anyone since they ran off when i went back inside no one wouldve believed me and ever since then weird shit would happen in terms of interactions even to this day.

idfk i lowkey wish i was never born less to no problems. also then i think abt how much i have actually wasted both in time and situations yet i always just keep getting fomo or existential crisis. thats why i rather never have been born or as i said shouldve been from an older generation at least then id almost be nearly done with my life. that or i wouldve just done something like kpop just bc but wait id be too old for that these days again missed opportunities to do stuff with my useless life.no one else seems to get how i feel about any of it either cause society likes to say its never too late but really it does become too little too late to do anything truly cool or different. so now i hope i just randomly pass away in my sleep so i never have to do anything ever again. tbh i dont particularly know if id ever actually be able to trust anyone ever again either esp with smartphones and social media making people more self absorbed. it just really sucks to be someone my age having done next to nothing with themselves seeing loads of younger folk being able to do more than you just sucks cause i wont ever know what thats like.

Bae listen up

1. People will always find the reason to make fun of you, will judge you, will try to bring you down, make you unhappy with yourself. People are people they will talk. Always and forever unless you will show them that they can’t treat you like that. Because people treat you in a way you let them. You can’t control what they think of you, but you can control what they do to you.

2. You let your life slip through your fingers because you care way too much about what people might think of you. Do you think your kpop idols were scared to audition for a company? Do you think people didn’t try to stop them? Called them delusional, that they aren’t good enough, they are never going to make it, laughed at their dreams. I bet they were told they are too ugly, or too shy or too weird to be a kpop idol. They just didn’t care and did what felt right for them

3. Your life ends when you say it ends. That’s a mindset not the reality that you live in and trust me I know something about that. I’m a master at picking myself up after a failure. As long as you’re trying to do something with your life, not everything has been lost. And I’ll be a part of the society now because I’m gonna say the same thing. It’s never too late to start or learn something new. If that was the case it’s too late for me too learn how to do spilts because there are children that already know how to do that. But trying to get there makes me happy. Maybe you won’t be able to reach your dreams but you may still do things that make you happy.

I’m sorry that you feel this way but I hope whatever I said will open your eyes a bit

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Background: you and könig have been warbuddies for a couple of years but never really Seem to get along, for personal reasons. But it must not get in the way of the mission

You Got send on a mission with könig first thing in the morning, and youre tired yawns doesnt exactly make könig feel more energetic.

As you walk thru the small landmines trying not to die, “why are you so mad Big boy?” You ask, hes been pissy all morning, normaly hes Nice, he still is he just Seems more annoyed than usually. “Why does that matter birdy?” He says tilting his head to the side looking into youre eyes. “No reason, just tryna` make a conversationl” you say with a smirk “good for you”

Youre getting tried of his smart ass comments and kinda pissed that you dont know where theyre coming from, “CAREFUL! youre gonna get both of us killed, idiot!” You say trying to get the mountain of a man to listen to you, “no need to worry birdy, i know what im doing, afterall, ive been here longer than you” he smirks and keeps walking carelessly thru the bomb full field

“Im getting tried of this crap könig!” You try walking youre own way but he graps youre waist, and pulls you over his shoulder as if you weight nothing. “I dont Care how annoying you are, im a man of my words and im gonna protect you no matter if you like it or not”

You try wiggling youre way out of his tight grip, but he graps the thigh strap pulling you Down into his arms, no matter how hard you try you cant get free now, his grip tighten everytime you try, “i Can walk for myself, just put me Down!” You say in a bitter Barking tone “i know, but youre walking the wrong way, remember 5 minuts ago when you tried leaving me?” He says grinning his at you as he smirks. “Besides you lost youre bet, youre ass is mine, and Were going my way” he says as he keeps walking thru the dead land “lets make a new bet then?”

He looks Down at you clearly annoyed “and what if i say no huh?” “Then you just lost a great deal” you say with a provoking smile, “this is the millitary not a TV commercial” he says in a pissy voice “well, how about this? We do this mission youre way, and if anything goes wrong, Then im the boss from now on, and if i lose, then you Can do whatever you want to me” you say looking up at the Big man carrying you, clearly having many thoghts in his head

He smirks at the offer, thinking about how youre hips would look so small in his hands, hearing youre name as he pounds you, like its his last Day alive. “I Can almost see youre thoghts, you naughty man” you say teasingly “Bet” he says in a calm voice, giving you a smirk letting you know that he already has many things on his mind, and you start getting nervouse, thinking about what he might do to you, he is twice youre size, and could kill you any moment if he wanted.

“But, if you make my plan go wrong, i still win the Bet birdy, so dont pull any crap” he says as he tighten the grip on youre thigh

And you just focus on the mission, annoyingly enough, he won, he won the Bet and youre starting to regeret youre desision, hopeing he forgot all about youre Bet. Later the next Day, he walks into youre Room, opening the door, resting against the frame, and tilting his head slightly to the side, “wanna go for a walk? You have a promise to be hold” youre face turn red and you look flusterd which only makes his grin even bigger.

You walk for a While, and you get impatiant “just get it over with!” You say annoyed “oh no birdy, i want you to enjoy youreself, no ones around.. and you Can scream as loud as you need to” he places his hands on youre hips slowly kissing youre neak, “and we both know that youre only Being an asshole because youre in love, and try to hide it, so you get over it faster” he says as he buttons up youre shirt Nice and slow, “ and so what if its true? Its not a place for a love story handsome, you know that”

“Oh i do but we Can still have some fun eh?” You turn red and flusterd, sometimes you wish you never Got to know him so he could stay his normal shy self and not this flirty tall man, he picks you up as he takes off youre bra leaving hickys all the way Down. You make small moans, he truely is a pleaser and seems to enjoy every little Sound you make.

He takes his throbing hard cock out, you know you want it, and youre getting nervouse as youre laying there with youre legs over his folded thighs, making youre legs spread, and the way both og his hands are on each side of youre head, makes it easy to know whos gonna be in charge, his fingers is sliding up and Down youre clit and youre slightly moaning, he looks deep into youre eyes, ad he watches hoe you enjoy youreself.

“Beg for it birdy” you look flusterd into his Big eyes, and you see his smirk, his fingers is going faster and you just want him inside of you, youre hands are wrapped around his neak. “Beg birdy, you know you want it, i Can pull away any minut” he says teasing you “i want it, i want you inside of me” he grins and he goes inside, thrusting in and out in a fast tempo already from start, and making you moan, “thats not my name y/n” i Can stop, its a punishment afterall, unless you like it?” He says smirking Big at you.

“K-könig” you stutter from the bumps youre body makes as he humps you hard “yes” he says flirtingly, clearly enjoying seeing you on the bottom begging for him like that. “What is it meine leibeling? Ask and you shall recive~ im here to please” you make eye Contact “ its three Words love, i know you Can do it~ for me?”as he teasingly slows Down, very slowly pulling out “i want you!” You yell out knowimg thats what he wanted to hear, you wanted to be fucked stupid and ripped apart by him, to feel his touch, to taste him, to please him. To satisfy him.

He smirked Big at youre words, and fast went inside again, going fast, making youre breast bounce at every move, “youre doing so good” he says, clearly enjoying you Being submissive, jumping at every thrust me makes, “k- königgg, ah. Im gonna cu-“ you scream moaning you came, as he keeps thrusting like a animal in heat “not so Big with youre words now huh?” He gives no breaks, enjoying youre sounds, and you screaming his name, While he rubs youre clit fast and firm, While thrusting fast, youre legs start to Shake, and you try to close Them to get a break, but he just goes harder, making sure you cant, and you Can see by the look on his face that he knows what hes doing

He came all over you, and you slowly take youre legs back, but he pulls you back Down by the back of youre knees “where do you thing youre going leibe?” Going inside of you again, where he keeps edging you, and sucking youre neak purple, “coen on baby, moan for me, you Can scream my name all you need to” he says resting his hand on youre throat slowly gripping tighter, as he forces you to look into his eyes While you cum

When he finally is done, with a sex drive that seems to never end, he gives you a sloppy kiss, making sure you know that he truely loves you, you melt into his arms as he collapses onto you, he could go for longer if he wanted to, but youre legs are shaking, and still wrapped around him. “Leibe? Can you walk?” He asked looking concerned, wondering if he was too tough. You try To stand but you end up Being carryed by him.

As soon as you Got back to the base, he walks to his Room, and lays you on his bed. Giving you a sloppy wet kiss as he crawls on top of you, Holding youre chip up “ice leibe dich” (i love you) he says as he slowly lays Down next to you, spoling you, as you bury youre head in his still warm cheast. Laying one of youre legs between his as he holds youre thigh, kissing you on the forehead til you Fall asleep

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