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nagy-bari · 3 months

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on the appeal of Chilchuck Tims

short spoilery rambles on why i zero-ed in on this old man instantly and how i realized the patterns he gets to people.

subversion of the trope: oh they just look like a child while actually they are XXXX years old and--- yes. he's older than he looks, with a good 10 years and it's a boyman design now instead of a loli girl.

BUT wait there's more!

he's older than he looks and he has the experience of his actual age: that man is a father. of 3. the story he's in is his midlife crisis. he's planning on retiring from dungeering after this, he asked for payment UPFRONT (and got it) he has insane (for other characters, but really he's just normal, tries to be normal) work ethics - he got paid, he does the job, he's good at the job, he knows his own worth, strength and limits.

This Man Is Self Aware. He knows his weakness, the job's weakness (how adventure parties slip up and why) he knows he's seen as a bit closed up and he's OKAY WITH THIS.

what he's not okay with? not knowing if a party member is a cannibal or not when they are on this insane survival trip and he's the cook. what does he do?

he knows how to communicate and how much to disclose. Rare one, i know. With the party having an average gossip queen, an autistic foodie, and mysterious chef he knows when to take the lead so they can still function.

so to round it up:

Subversion of the 'looks young actually old', closed up and grumpy rouge who's motto is 'never trust those who don't ask for payment' and has the 'it's called personal life for a reason' philosophy rooted into their blood. Good? good.

BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE

because he knows he and all halffoots look young to others he actually started up a guild so they can re-enforce their rights as adults and independent people, so they are taken seriously and they can work against bad stereotypes and all.

we see his struggle through volumes, how hard it is for others to finally understand that a short live-spam people is actually just as old and mature as a long live-spam would be, it's mostly the numbers that are different.

we can learn with the other character to take him seriously, to accept the differences.

so he has good work ethic, looks out for his people, has plans for his and other's future, CARES for the future in general and ACTS so it will be a reality- rather sooner than later.

so he's charismatic and lovable while still being the usual tsundere setup for any joke.

BUT WAIT

THERE'S MORE

we first learned that he's actually is an adult (middle aged in half-foot culture)

is an estranged husband

who was left by his wife

cause he cheated-

BUT WAIT ACTUALLY NO

HE LIES ABOUT THE CHEATING!

cause he wants to keep his work persona intact, and it fits more if he says he cheated, cause then people won't BOTHER him with further details

BUT HE DIDN'T

he just went home one day and the wife was gone, with a note

and we learn ALL of this through a subversion of a UNICORN BICORN TALE - a feckin roll up of the whole pure maiden true virtue stuff - and we find out cause the feckin monster SNEERS AT HIM for lying then bites him.

so he's really soft with all the hidden 'better keep to yourself' and don't jump to conclusions cause that only fuels drama, which will hinder your work. but he was clearly hurt by this.

so the subversion here? we are Marcille. the whole fandom is Marcille. we are just as nosy and gossipy as her and it's a tiny little metanarrative joke and i love it, it's wonderful writing and it keeps you wanting more and more, you want this grumpy middle aged father to finally tell you his life story, the mundane little things, to see him brag about his children and all cause he's so goshdarn professional about everything.

but is it subversion at all?

wait...

there's more.

while we get actual introduction to his daughters we truly never seen anything about his wife.

it reaches the hights of Mrs. Columbo level of secrecy and i love it.

but! we know:

they were childhood friends

married when Chilchuck was 13 (almost full grown adult for their culture) and had the twins(?)

left their village at 14

3rd daughter at 15

he started adventuring at age 24 and formed the guild.

wife left when he was 25

Chilchuck started to work with Laios at 26.

he's now almost 29.

they were childhood friends and married for a good 10 year. he was there when he was needed to be a good dad (he's clearly proud of his daughters) and their fallout only started when he started adventuring.

let me say it again.

they. were. childhood. friends.

as much as we see the unfolding of young love in media, with all the teen dramas finding true and forever love in highschool and live happily with the white picket fence for 50+ years we see less of the loves that fizzle out, but were and probably will be friends.

love this. love this little detail cause there's so much in it. The confusion, the still remaining anger, the fustration. they probably would be able to talk it out. they've known each other for most of their life, but his logic and compromises for work (clear communication and a clear head) does not work here.

we don't know how exactly he feels and i love that, but we know he struggles to be open about 'mushy' feelings, grand gestures and all.

he knows his limits. His wife probably knows it too. That's why she's with the middle daughter. The assumed-ly closest to her rather than the oldest (locksmith) or the youngest (conartist?freelancer?life-artist???)

if we learned anything from Dungeon Mushi, it's that Kui Ryoko is a master of diverse characters visually and personality wise as well.

you can reverse engineer the wife if you want to from the girls but i love the joke and the actual comfort this whole Mrs. Columbo it gives.

cause Chilchuck has Columbo vibes. He's competent in his work, knows his limits, knows how to help others and when, knows when to quit and when to move on. and this tiny flaw of his, this domestic mystery we assume is his background (and ground of his disarming normality) is just enough to keep you thinking and re-think and re-think and just grow to love and appreciate the little details and love that was poured into this character of many in this wonderful story.

BUT WAIT

THERE'S MORE

yes he's a father

the dad jokes. oh my good the hidden dad jokes all through-out the series.

the 'i don't want a pet' ---- 'proceeds to be unseparable from said pet' meme with Izutsumi

the actual care and attention he can give when someone is distressed

the TALK with Senshi. that moment.

he's a proud father

but he's above all - practical

well that's all the mad rambling i had in me for now

if you read through this thank you

and do share your thoughts and finds - and ideas about the wife.

#chilchuck's wife #chilchuck tims #dungeon meshi #spoilers #character ramble #with pictures this time #kudos for Kui Ryoko for sharing her lovely OCs and this wonderful adventure #and for all the backlore #and all the jokes #go read it if you haven't

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mewtwo24 · 4 months

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I finally finished reading the fourth volume of svsss in full, and thing is--the first time through I only read the bingqiu content because I was ravenous for more of their happy ending.

Turns out that was a perilous mistake.

Because I started reading the airplane extras. And I swear to god. MXTX is trying to kill me

What do you MEAN demon lord Binghe was sitting on his big fucking throne. All stoic and forbidding. Surrounded by his demon generals who don't know shit about human courtship. Asking them what he should do, fully demoralized by constant rejections from sqq, only to have airplane tell him to act more pathetic and needy. Which is already hysterically funny and insane, UNTIL LBH'S RESPONSE IS THIS, KILLING ME INSTANTLY:

LUO BINGHE. WHY DOES HE SAY IT LIKE: "I already tried that, didn't work--nothing works :/ not mean, not maidenly, not housewife, not spicy, not capable disciple. Is doubling down on clingy really all it will take? What's a born hater with only one love in his life to do????"

The dichotomy of him sitting there like 'how can I reach the unfathomable depths of shizun's heart?' A HEART HE'S ALREADY WON OVER, MIND and then in the Holy Mausoleum solving the puzzle without blinking and being like 'oh yeah you just have to hit the acupoints, no sweat.' Literally the comedy writes itself I'm so--

How am I supposed to be normal about this. MXTX understands the juicy quintessential queer joy of a person with the world's power at their fingertips wishing only for love. Willing to do anything to earn that love, when unbeknownst to them it's already been freely given. Totally not screaming and yelling and clawing at the walls

And that's not even touching airplane's uproarious account of events. The way he's like 'lol what's next, lbh and sqq are best friends now? smfh' only to see lbh TACKLE SQQ LOVINGLY. FOR SQQ TO BE BASHFUL ABOUT IT BUT SO SO FOND OF THE LITTLE SCAMP. This when we've been experiencing sqq's constant inner monologue of 'I'm so cool and so dignified about my role, truly the epitome of propriety and poser-level fortitude.' Meanwhile, in their universe:

Airplane constantly flaming???? Sqq and lbh in his observations????? His absolute bewilderment and confusion????? Legendary. No notes every single second of this shit was hilarious.

Airplane's comment that sqq + older adolescent lbh traveling together was just watching a couple in their honeymoon phase. OR the fact that lbh is exceedingly petty and refuses to share their food in the wake of airplane's interruption of their time together, until sqq relents sheepishly and insists airplane eat what's left (ONLY AFTER PLACATING LBH WITH MORE FOOD FROM HIS PLATE, SOBBING)

Watching airplane salivate over Mobei-Jun and acting like that's totally normal behavior. Finding out mbj and airplane got together first. Finding out sqq encouraged airplane. LIKE THIS. WHILE HE IS STILL IN DENIAL ABOUT HIS OWN FEELINGS:

Mobei-jun clearly thinking their arrangement is a forever thing, heartbroken his human abandoned him with all the hapless fury of a scorned wife swept away by false promises of fidelity. Airplane writing demons to be the type to beat up their crush lovingly and still unable to connect the dots about mbj's feelings. Mbj letting him go and respecting his wishes, only relenting when there's indication airplane was poorly processing his own feelings and didn't actually want to leave. Mbj caring for him and listening to him as soon as airplane voices what he needs directly and with clarity. None of these gays are functional and it's everything to me

Unrelated, but I physically can't hold this information in anymore:

I'm still reeling from younger lbh having his sexual awakening from the image of sqq wrapped in the immortal binding cables. Condemn me as you like he was so, so real for that.

And no I will not be taking any comments about how luo bingge couldn't bear to see luo binghe cherished in ways he never got to have and all the haunting implications of that. I will also not be taking any comments about luo binghe's instinct to look for sqq in that alternate universe, only to be shaken to the very core to be unable to find his shizun anywhere. The unspeakable and latent horror of his relentless mind likely piecing together what happened, but unable to say it; to suspect what is true, and live with the harrowing confusion of his double's actions. To blame himself, to assume that he had let his anger get the better of him in that world and result in unspeakable folly...

I also refuse to talk about how heartrending it is to hear Tianlang-jun weakly say "In the end, I really can't bring myself to hate humans." The implication that the foolishness of that hope and bright-eyed fondness--the very thing that put him through such unspeakable agony--couldn't be beaten out of him entirely. To discover that his faith in Su Xiyan hadn't been misplaced, to the contrary: his beloved hadn't scorned him at all, but rather fought to the miserable end to protect the fruition of their genuine feelings of love when she couldn't protect tlj or herself.

How MXTX has sqq deliberately draw parallels between their situation and that of ygy+sj and tlj+sx; desperately wishing it might not be too late for them. The concept of breaking cycles of abuse and harm pervasive throughout the newly devised story, how it evolves for the better only when love takes the place of power, pride, and domination. How the moment sqq chooses vulnerability instead of saving face, the genre shifts to the so-called "cringe" girly genre where most if not every character is more fulfilled, more true to themselves. How the "male-oriented" former genre was aimlessly sensationalized and sexualized, how it was a sustained performance of aspirational toxic masculinity. How men objectify other men without end. All of the unspoken gendered implications that come with that.

Anyways. Going to go put my head in a sandbox and try to process everything I just witnessed because even a second reading is not enough to find a modicum of closure.

#svsss #bingqiu #moshang #i swear to god this series is just 'gay man who doesn't know shit inflicting his delusional reality on everyone else and inciting chaos'#and literally it's slapstick levels of hilarious every single time; mxtx never change #also i fully agree that we did not get NEARLY enough mobei-jun and sqh/airplane content #the amount of mental illness to mental illness communication going on there was astonishing #mobei-jun being afraid of his uncle and bringing sqh because that's the only person he trusts fully (WAILING NOISES)#sqh having a tantrum but running away because for the first time he was honest about his needs + his dissatisfaction with catering to other #how that reflects his narrative compulsions and how he felt forced to warp more creative story paths for the sake of survival as a writer #how sqq's restoration of much of his original intent--as well as mobei-jun's acceptance of his needs--helps airplane begin to heal #how his happiness begins; how just like sqq he wanders in such confusion and denial before he's forced to realize what truly matters to him #SHREK VOICE: STORIES HAVE. L A Y E R S #it feels like modern day shakespeare and when i say that i don't mean it in a hollow elevating sense i mean it more like #mxtx just hits that perfect balance of poignance but also hilarious concentric circles of botched communication and brainworms #okay but real talk for a minute? .........;-;#the way lbh constantly struggles with such a crushing feeling that he'll be abandoned over any little mishap/thing/problem #really hit me where it hurts??? if only because its so clearly an anxiety that stems from original goods' upbringing #the way it becomes even more heartrending when you think back to all the sect leaders clamoring that he should have been killed as an infan #that he should have been aborted as a fetus--insisting right in front of him that his birth was a mistake and a disgrace #over having demon blood in his veins. like my god that scene is so viscerally upsetting i struggle to read it #the way its so easy to see the demons as a manifestation of otherness in precipitated form #how both sqq and sqh are influenced by human rhetoric without evening meaning to--assuming the worst against their better judgment #how both sqq and sqh both struggle with their own otherness in different ways and only find solace when they begin to accept who they are #how their lovers (lbh and mbj respectively) both are willing to navigate those confusing waters with them #how both demons love them as they are--accept them as they are despite how difficult forgiveness of perceived betrayal is for them #ty mxtx for changing my brain chemistry #as i get older i have such a fondness for the messiness of thematic queer self-discovery and growth into self-acceptance #that and how youth can so easily be defined by perfectionistic self-harm and the violence of repression

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yaut-jaknowit · 5 days

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In Front of the Clan

Pairing: We'ar-ow (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 4237

Summary: We'ar-ow decides to speak to her clan about the situation and brings you along. As We'ar-ow speaks, people interrupt and speak falsehoods about the situation. Rumors within the clan always spread around. When the meeting gets a little out of hand, you stand forward.

Author Note: There's only four planned chapters left guys! We're getting closer to the end of this duo.

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Ao3

A plate of alien food was set before you. The corners of your mouth quirked up in an appreciative smile towards the large pink Yautja. She grunted before sitting down next to you and leaning into your side. Her warm scales pressing into you while We’ar-ow peers over your shoulder to look at the tablet laid open on the counter.

After learning that she has known about your plan for escape, you only use the tablet to play games now. There was no other use for it. We’ar-ow hasn’t even restricted the access to internet or deleted any of the information you’ve saved. Either she trusts you or she knows you can’t escape even if you tried without her knowing.

Before learning We’ar-ow knew, there was a possibility of actually making it off the mothership and homebound. Yet, she has her claws sunk into your skin. You were never going to escape now… nor did you? Did you want to leave?

That got you thinking. If you had the chance to leave, like an open door back home, would you take it? Leave all this behind. The troubles of not getting hunted down by your ex-mate, or the mess of confusing feelings about the massive alien leaned against your side. The fact the only two people you could safely converse with are her and Xilomere. That was a sad thing to think about. Such a lonely life.

Then, there was We’ar-ow. A creature that always demands, always commanding. She takes no shit from anyone. If she wants something done, she’ll do it herself. She’s protected you from the harms Dwainet attempted to bring down on you. The fact he wants you dead. We’ar-ow won’t throw you to him to get rid of her troubles. No, she’s fighting for you.

You glanced over your shoulder to find her orange eyes on you. “What?” you questioned, concerned there was something wrong. The alien chuffed and reached out with her hand towards your face.

Instantly, your first reaction was to jerk away. Instead, you held your ground. Her thumb swiped at the corner of your mouth then wiped whatever was there off on a napkin. You cursed inside of your brain the way that made your body flush. You bowed your head to look back down at the tablet.

A game was pulled up, the dog hunting one. Where you level up your hunting dogs and breed the best ones. So far, after little less than two months have gotten you far in the game. With nothing else but to pass time now, you are stuck it. There are other games you have downloaded but this one is your favorite.

Plus, with the fact you don’t… need to plan an escape anymore, it’s all you can do to pass the time. With We’ar-ow gone during most of the day – despite her attempts to coax you along with her, you have to do something not to go insane now.

We’ar-ow reached out once more and slid the tablet closer to her. You grumbled a noise of disagreement but continued to munch on the food she cooked for you. She did give it to you, nor could you stop her if you tried. From your hunched over spot, you watched as the Yautja tapped away on the device until getting to a page. She turned towards you.

From English to Yautja, the words on the page were returned to their native language. “Hey! What did you do? Now I can’t read it,” you complained and gave her a deadpanned look.

In all of your time around these creatures, you’ve not once learned about their language. The way they spoke it made it seem impossible for you to replicate. You don’t have the proper vocal cords to make such sounds. Seeming some of the words gave you head. Like, how does thirteen words equal a simple ‘how’ or something. Of course, it wasn’t perfectly translated over so it could mean a little different. Yet, still.

“It is time you learned. You are on my ship. I will teach you if you like it or not. At times, I will turn off your translator and test you. Understood?” she explained then tapped the screen. “Find where you can turn it back to English.” Your lips parted at her words.

“But-but I don’t know how to read your language!” you bickered and glared at her. The Yautja’s expression didn’t change. “How do you expect me to navigate through it to get back to English.”

To probably frustrate you more, she patted your cheek with her rough palms. “Sink or swim. This is where you show me what you got. Then, I shall go from there.” You couldn’t believe this! She just changed her soft personality like one-eighty on you. How can you even get to the settings to change it back to normal?! The translator behind your ear only did verbal words than also words on a paper or screen.

“Come on, don’t do this! My puppers need me,” you begged her, not expecting her to let you sink like this. There was no chance you were able to get to the settings and return it to English.

“I have faith in you, little ooman.” We’ar-ow left your side, stealing away the comfort her presence brought you, and stood up from the stool. “I’m going to finish preparing myself for the day. Once, I’m done, I have a meeting with the clan I must attend.”

That caught your attention. You dropped the spork you were using and spun around. This was serious. This must mean she was going to face off with Dwainet.

And instead of hiding here, you needed to be there.

“Can I come with?” you finally asked after three weeks of refusing to leave the safety of your space. Not when Dwainet or one of his goons can come up and snap your neck. The bruises lasted until last week.

We’ar-ow’s eyes lit up for a fraction of second before dipping her head. “Of course. I will warn you. Every eye in this ship will be upon us. I must address the unrest building within the clan and kill it before it becomes a problem,” she warned and hooked her finger under my chin to ensure I keep my gaze on her. “You are free to stay but I promise to keep you protected and safe in and out of this room if you are to join me.”

Your heart began to thunder in your chest at her intimate touch. It was starting to get harder to deny the way your stomach fluttered at gestures like this. The lump in your throat was swallowed down. “This is about me. I’m the center problem. I… I can’t show how afraid I am, can I?” you retorted yet with a soft voice. There was no time to show your fear to the crowd despite how terrified you are in this situation.

One of her upper mandibles quirked up. “You are learning, little one,” she purred and dragged her thumb claw along your fragile lips. You shuttered yet continued to keep eye contact with the large beast before you. “Yes. Now change into something more presenting for a meeting with the clan.”

A deep breath filled your lungs before you slipped off the stool, leaving behind the tablet for a later time. You grabbed your plate and put into the sink then headed into the shared bedroom. We’ar-ow shadowed behind you.

All of the clothes Ruach made for you were hung in the expansive closet before you. Your eyes raked over each strip of clothing, brain mauling over which would be the best for this time. Something grand, something to show you have power despite being a pet in everyone eyes.

Blues, purples, whites, and golds. An array of colors decorated the pieces you chose. Light in fabric, the top of see-through. You didn’t let that bother you as We’ar-ow helped looped strands of golden metal around your neck. Other jewelry decorated your wrists and ankles alike.

Royalty. You looked like royalty.

The bulk of We’ar-ow towered from behind. Each of her hands engulfed your shoulders before one slipped off to wrap securely around your throat. Despite knowing you should be trembling at her hand placement, all you felt was safe. You tilted your head back to find her eyes on you. Her grasp tightened for a fraction of her strength, still not worrying you a bit.

There was a slight pressure pressed onto the spot behind your ear for a moment. The translator. Words of her native language fell from her fangs like water over jagged rocks. Your brows creased, confused on what was spoken to you. The language is completely unfamiliar to you. Since day one, you’ve relied on it to get through everyday life within the Yautjas.

Another small graze over your skin. The translator was back to life. “Hey, what was that for?” you whined with a small pout. Why did she have to force you to do this? That’s what the translator’s for. There was no need to learn Yautja. Maybe the reading part but the speaking, not so much.

The hand shifted so her thumb ran over the scar that marred your skin on the back of your neck. You shuttered at the feeling, head still stretched back. “What did you say?”

A playful glint entered her eyes. “You’ll know once you’re ready,” she spoke ominously. You groaned and leaned against her with the pout still etched into your face.

“You’re not fair. How am I supposed to learn if you won’t teach me what you had just said?” We’ar-ow stepped back to create space for a moment and used her hand on your shoulder to keep you steady. At first, you felt a bit heartbroken she had moved away. Only to slightly tense up when her fangs touched the crook of your exposed shoulder and neck.

Your throat bobbed but you made no move to stop nor to encourage her. A part of you, deep down, wanted for her to take the bite, to latch her teeth onto your fragile skin. You felt them add just the tiniest of pressure to create divots in your skin. Your breath was caught in your throat, unable to move, frozen and at her mercy.

We’ar-ow retracted her head then patted your shoulder. “We must go or else we risk being late. That would not look good on us.” You pulled fresh air back into your weak lungs and dazedly nodded your head.

What was wrong with you?!

Everyone’s eyes were on your forms. The sea of people parted. We’ar-ow stepped forward. No one dared to step in her way, let alone look at their Monarch in the eye. They bowed their heads with respect her. You shadowed at her side, head level and refusing to look at anyone. A steeled expression etched into your face as you refused to shy away from the crowd.

Pet or not, you held a power within the clan. They couldn’t touch you without We’ar-ow baring down on them within the same instant. You gripped that power by the reins tightly as you strutted next to her.

The two of you ascended to her throne. You faltered for a moment, realizing you had to sit on the steps. Heat rushed to your cheeks instantly before you reeled in the embarrassment, ready to find a seat.

Suddenly, your feet left the ground. You squeaked minutely, on the verge of flailing in reaction. When your butt was placed on a warm thigh, you instantly paused your dramatic reaction. For a moment, you stared off blankly, regretting all of your decisions in the moment. Then, you relaxed against We’ar-ow looked down upon the sea of Yautjas crowded at the base of the steps.

The entire room was filled to the brim with the masses spilling out into the hallway. Though, it was heavily overcrowded with faces you couldn’t begin to recognize, you spotted a familiar figure moving through.

Xilomere. Others you learned that were part of the council climbed the steps as well. They stopped short of the last two steps to the throne and spread out. Xilomere and a female Yautja stood the closest, on either side. The alien mentioned by name gave a cheeky wink to you. Heat rushed to your cheeks, knowing the position in her lap wasn’t very professional.

Your hand snaked over to clutch We’ar-ow’s still holding your hips from when she grabbed you. Her other limb was resting on the armrest of her throne. You shifted around to find a comfortable spot to sit in. Which was your back to her chest, one of your legs crossed over the other, head held high. This wasn’t the time to show weakness in front of everyone.

Her fingers widened and allowed for yours to card through them. We’ar-ow trapped your digits between hers, refusing to let you go. This was an action you couldn’t tell was for your support or hers.

Behind you, We’ar-ow leaned in close to your ear. “No matter what happens, I will protect you, my little ooman,” she promised then returned to her original spot. She was attempting to calm your racing thoughts and thundering heart only for them to worsen. It made it seem like she was preparing for a revolution to break out.

We’ar-ow slammed her fist down with an ear shattering roar that echoed after the room fell silent. After a few long seconds to let this sink into everyone, We’ar-ow spoke in voice you’ve deemed to be her Monarch voice. Only used in the presence of her fellow clanmates.

“Many of you know what this about. Rumors spread. I am here to quell this outrage at the source.” Her voice carried out into the room. At first, you tensed your shoulders. Immediately thinking this quelling would include your death once and for all… but We’ar-ow wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t take the easy way out.

“My pet is here to stay despite what that scum decides to try next.” You nearly curl up into her torso at her words, seeking protection. But Dwainet isn’t here to cause chaos. No, he’s locked up. “Number two, if you have an issue with my ruling, either bring it up to me or leave. I don’t need weak Yautjas part of my clan. Only the strongest, only the most skilled are sought after. You don’t have a place amongst the elite.”

“And three, if you don’t see me fit to rule, challenge me. There’s always been a clause to allow any of age to issue a challenge.” Her commanding voice sent chills down your spine. She squeezed your hand tightly. You returned the gesture the best you can.

“How can we trust that you’re strong when your pet is a feeble soft meat?” Someone from the crowd shouted. Others joined into the calls and spitting of harsh words.

“We were blinded by the last Monarch and her horrible rule.” Other agreed with whoever said that. You don’t know who or what happened during the last reign but We’ar-ow wasn’t anything like the sort. She’s a person who deserved to have this position.

Anger fell over your features. With a snarl, you ripped yourself from We’ar-ow hold and lap then stood before her, overlooking the room. Fire sparked to life in your eyes. “I know I haven't been here long, but I have seen the way she rules. A ruler that is strong enough to be gentle and knows when to use her strength,” your voice boomed loudly over the shouting match.

Everyone silenced themselves at first.

“Oh, look at that, the problem only causing more chaos in the mixture,” another voice drawled then scoffed. “I should gut you like the prey you are. Then, you’ll see how weak you truly are, soft meat.” You knew the use of ‘soft meat’ was a terrible insult to humans, but you simply brushed it off. It didn’t hurt to be said to you. Though soft, you could still cause damage.

Due to their words, you instantly knew We’ar-ow was going to step in. But, you had to act fast. “Maybe you’re right. I am weak. I am prey amongst hunters. Yet, here I still stand, with power you could dream of. I sit upon a throne while you grovel at our feet, paying your due respects to a Monarch whose blood, sweat, and tears have been put into this job.”

We’ar-ow stayed seated in her throne, yet eyes watched with rapture.

Then, your eyes drifted over into the direction of the other Yautja who before this one. “You’re right as well. I haven’t been here long. Long enough to know We’ar-ow could put you in your place. All of you in your place. Yet, here she is, choosing a path of peace rather than destruction.”

A new silence filled the tense air. Any eyes willing to meet yours, you glared at. You didn’t care that anyone in this room could kill you at the moment. Right now, this needed to end.

“Do you want discord? Or do you want peace?” you snapped and curled your hands into fists. None of your hits would do damage but it was the thought that counted if anyone dared to step up those steps. Plus, We’ar-ow promised you.

From behind you, We’ar-ow stood up placed her hands on your shoulders. Her thighs pressing into the middle of your back. Knowing that hunter stood at your back, you felt more power fill you instead of terror. She or anyone on this ship may be able to snap your neck, but We’ar-ow would never.

One person started it. They knelt down on one knee, hand splayed out to cover their face, head bowed. Once it began, others followed in their wake. Until all but eleven showed their respect to their Monarch.

Those who refused to bow glared daggers at the two of you. You snarled. Inside of your brain, you’re ready to throw down hands on any of them who didn’t respect the hardship We’ar-ow has endured. We’ar-ow tightened her grip on your shoulders and brought you from your boiling thoughts. You felt the way they twitch, nearly attempting to incircle your throat. Yet, they stayed glued to their spots.

“What paths shall you take? Leave or challenge. I will not tolerate any more disrespect from any of my clan members. I won this place, this title. I will continue to show why I deserve to be here,” she growled and tugged you tightly into her thighs. Her form continuously towering over you.

“We side with Dwainet. We see the flaws that will cause detrimental damage to our clan. You will be our downfall. We will not allow that to happen,” one snapped and stomped his foot down, arms splayed out at his sides in display.

A growled from the pits of hell tumbled from We’ar-ow’s throat. Yet, the Yautja didn’t move from her spot. “Dunkot, detain these foolish younglings,” she demanded a yellowed colored Yautja.

Without hesitation, he began his pathing down the stairs. A short growled fell from him. Others from the crowd moved towards their targets and did what their Monarch ordered them to do. They were escorted out and away. You breathed a sigh of relief and titled your head back to look up at her. Her fingers twitched and ghosted over the column of your throat before returning to their original position.

Her words made you realize. Only those under two hundred years were part of this revolution. Dwainet himself was barely even a hundred years old. They were only stupid young adults playing fire before they even knew it would burn them.

Once they had been hauled out, We’ar-ow gazed out into the crowd. “Does anyone else have something to say to either of us?” she demanded. Everyone stayed bowed but raised their heads to look upon their Monarch again. No one spoke up to voice their concerns again.

“Meeting adjourned.” With that, everyone took their, except Xilomere and the unnamed female Yautja. Though her color was different, her facial features were similar to We’ar-ow in a way that had you unsettled.

Said Yautja spun on her heel and moved along the steps to stand before you. Even at a couple steps down, she still had the same giant form as We’ar-ow. A playful smirk on her fangs. “Such a little thing to cause an uproar, sister. I love the fact you’ve kept them around,” she laughed.

Sister? This is the sister?! Jesus Christ. You don’t know why but you felt the need to impress her in any shape or form.

Xilomere joined the group as well and held out his own fist towards you in a very human fashion. You fulfilled the gesture. “Look at what you did. You’re just as good as We’ar-ow here.” His gaze flickered up to We’ar-ow. “You chose good.” You looked back up at her behind you.

“To be honest, if she wasn’t here, I’d be a shredded mess of meat and shattered bones on the ground right where I stand,” you nervously inputted and leaned more against We’ar-ow’s thighs. Her hands squeezed once more on your shoulders. It was the horrible truth.

He raised a brow and gave you an up and down look. “You are unarmed. Any honorbound Yautja wouldn’t attack you. Prey or not.”

Hidden on the side of your waist band was that knife thar random Yautja gave you a while ago. The fabric that flowed over your shoulders was enough to cover it apparently. “Well,” you drawled then unsheathed the blade carefully. “About that.”

The beautifully crafted blade was shown the group. We’ar-ow bristled behind you then snatched it out of your hand. “Where did you get this?!” she scolded and spun you around to face her. “This isn’t one of mine. Who gave this to you?” You nearly shied away from her due to instinct but held strong.

“A merchant named Wourk. He tried to trick me but I knew better. He gave it to me, free of charge. I needed something to protect myself. I have to show myself as capable without always being seen as this pathetic little creature,” you argued and tried to reach for it but she kept it out of reach. “This issue with Dwainet isn’t resolved. I could be killed by one of his goons.”

She growled and grabbed your throat, pulling you in close as she leaned down to your height. “No you won’t. I told you I would protect you as you are mine. Dwainet nor any of his followers shall lay a digit on you again. This blade will only put you at risk more. You will be seen as huntable prey with it,” she explained then plucked the sheath from your waist band with the hand around your neck.

You spun to look at Xilomere for help. “Help me. Don’t you agree me having a blade would be better than nothing?!” you rallied for him to side with you.

That look on his face told you otherwise. “I agree with her. If you hold a weapon, you are considered worth to be hunted. Without it, you are unhonorable to kill you. She’s just protecting you, ooman,” he resolved. You didn’t dare to turn to the unnamed sister, knowing she too would side with We’ar-ow.

“None of you realize how powerless I feel in this situation,” you growled, hands shaking then glared up at the pink Yautja. “Without you, I would be dead, ten times over. If it wasn’t for you presences alone, many would kill me. I just want to protect myself!”

Your voice carried out into the expansive room. Then, it turned to silence.

Both Xilomere and the sister bowed their heads to look somewhere else as you stared We’ar-ow in the eye.

“Well, I’ve got things to do. See you two later!” Xilomere announced his exit and was swiftly to fast walk down the stairs and out the room. We’ar-ow’s followed after him after giving a wave at the two of you.

Once the door was shut and offered privacy otherwise. Your neck was snatched in firm grasp that didn’t hurt.

“I do not know what it will take to get it through your thick skull. But I will protect you. You are mine to protect. My ooman!” Her fangs roughly clack together then spread wide. “Dwainet will pay for his crimes. He will die by my hand. He will suffer for the trouble of wasting two years of your life.” Her thumb rest upon your pulse point, feeling the way your heart raced.

The words in your throat died. Your chest heaved with each breath as the two of your stared into the other’s eyes. You licked at your lips. Her eyes darted down for a fraction of second during the motion. Long enough for you to notice.

This claim she continues to make felt different this time.

A deep huff dropped your shoulders. “Fine. But can I at least keep the blade? It’s pretty,” you asked, hoping she would let you. Despite the fact it could put you into danger for just having it, you liked it.

Her eyes glanced at it in her hand. “No.” Goddamn her.

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #We'ar-ow

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The concept of Riz dying decades or in some cases Centuries before his friends is too sad for me, anyways Riz isekai/regression au.

So Riz, at the end of his life, I assume a decorated private investigator, maybe in and out of many agencies until he like unearthed corruption in them and got kicked out, you know just general Riz stuff.

I think he would honestly get Jacked, but in like a wiry way, I think by the time he was old his combat sense and powers of deduction would be Insane even if his body cannot keep up with his mind anymore.

And then I assume he’d die peacefully in bed OR in a dramatic and horrifying conspiracy, possibly on a sinking boat or a waterfall, that all his friends would have to investigate in his honour.

So Riz dead, gone, finally at peace.

Or at least he Thinks, BEEP BEEP annoying sound of alarm clock waking him up for his first day of school.

Chronomancy is most likely to blame.

So general premise is Riz instantly goes from an awkward teen scrambling to solve his babysitter’s disappearance, with no resources or social skills, twitchy and underfed to a calm and seasoned detective. I think that morning when Sklonda goes to see where he is, he’s made her breakfast, bacon and pancakes. And as she sits down in shock at the table, he quietly slides a file over to her which is every active case she’s working on, methodically solved with notes and clearly explained timelines to the culprit. And if she turns it over to the back, there’s also a resignation letter in there and an application to law school ready to be filled out. And when Sklonda looks up at Riz shaken, he just gives her a kiss on the forehead and a smile like he’s seeing someone he hasn’t seen for many years and then calmly goes to class.

I also want:

-Dealing with bullies that first day like Ragh and Fabian like he’s greeting loved ones. Darting out of their attempts to grab him with a dancer’s flourish that he could have only learnt from a high elf...

-I think Fabian would be a Big Part of his plans (because the most fun part of regression time travel stories is when they start Amassing wealth) so I think he honestly just goes straight to his house, tells Bill Seacaster that him and his son are best friends (which Fabian would SCREAM at if he got humiliated by this goblin earlier that day) and then challenges Bill to a shooting contest and thrashes him, which makes Bill keel over with laughter, offer him a place on his crew, offers him his son’s hand (Fabian is hitting critical levels of red anger embarrassed face at this point)

-Other fun ways to gather wealth, Riz just robs Kalvaxus. Just remembers every little detail about the accounts from his files, goes to the bank, gives all the current passwords, transfers the Entire dragonhoard to his own account

-And yes the plot would all be decimating Goldenhoard that first year, so Riz just saves every girl before they’re captured, the maidens that have already been taken, hunts them down. I think he goes to the gas station that Johnny Spells and his friend’s occupy, locks the door and walks right into this den of bikers, just full Kingsman fight sequence decimates them. Because I think he would feel So good getting a body back that hasn’t been rung with years of stress and Kristen Shenanigans that he is in like peak condition

-First Day finds the rogue teacher which is why he has so much time for running around preparing everyone’s future

-I think, honestly, he shoots Coach Daybreak in the head on sight and gets sent to the principal’s office and Aguefort’s like “are you doing a chronomancy?” and he says yea and Aguefort’s like sweet, carry on

I think he finds Jawbone taking terrible paying bouncer jobs, and just offers him a bodyguard/assistant job so he has a little buddy to investigate with.

Starts a full out war with Helio followers because they had way too much reach in town, and when they try to debate with him he has Way more knowledge about their scripture than they do and some truly dangerous deity blackmail locked and loaded and Helio himself comes down and says haha leave this kid alone he just implied he can reincarnate a God, let’s go, let’s go.

Finds some insane legal loophole that absolutely strips Adaine and Aelwyn’s parents of influence and gives their children power over all their assets. Weirdly becomes very close friends with Aelwyn, maybe it’s because they both have the same taste in liquor now.

I think he’d start an information guild that involves like Zayn Darkshadow, Fig in her many disguises, Aelwyn and surprisingly Kipperlilly. Also Kalina! And he knows exactly how to summon her and keeps saying things to her that are friendly yet intimidating and it freaks her out.

Walks up to gorgug, hands him a study plan pathway to MCAT and walks off leaving gorgug very confused (and probably asking if he was his dad)

Just fun time travel future knowledge shenanigans! And I cannot restate again, we saw how quick a Junior Year Riz is at investigating and making leaps to the right answer. By the time he is at the end of his life, I feel like he’s reached moriarty levels of detective prowess. The many new enemies he keeps making keep coming to him and he just strips them down with his powers of deduction. He’s looking at how one person favours their left side, or the crumbs on their wrist and knows everything there is to know about them.

So just Freshman Year, the perfect run, Riz with a lot of angst in a very satisfying detective story getting closure for a lot of things.

#i read a Lot of manga if you're wondering #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #brennan lee mulligan #riz gukgak #isekai #au #time travel #brian murphy #text post

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breadbrioche · 8 months

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kiss of life

so mun x reader

➳summary: you almost let your impulsive thoughts get to you while mun is asleep

➳warnings: really vague descriptions of a fight, sort of suggestive at the end but not really

➳word count: 1.5k

➳a/n: watch kim sejeong’s top or cliff music video here! My next work will be released when her music video reaches 1 million views

You can’t believe that this happened.

This seriously had to be on the top of the list of your major fuck ups because this really shouldn’t have happened. You cringe every time you think about it because you’re a counter! They were people who are supposed to protect others, and not get protected. But that’s exactly what happened.

It was a routine procedure; the evil spirit Hana sensed was fairly low leveled so only you and Mun were dispatched to deal with it. And it was going well but that was until another, stronger spirit appeared. You not considering that possibility was ultimately your downfall as you were completely focused on getting rid of the first one, not realising the other was approaching you from behind - and with a weapon.

The next moments were a jumble but you can recall Mun pushing you away, taking the blow himself. As he fell, the two evil spirits took the opportunity to run, leaving you with your teammate who was totally knocked out. Luckily, once you were back home, Ms Chu assured that there were no fatal injuries but you were still left with two evil spirits on the run and an unconscious Mun.

Watching him lay motionless in his bed, he almost looks like a sleeping princess rather than being the hero who just saved your life, as ironic as it is. He definitely looked the part too; even when he’s asleep So Mun is perfect. Especially with his silky hair, skin that all but glows when light shines on it and perfectly kissable lips.

You pause for a second. No way; there’s absolutely no way. You couldn’t kiss Mun, that would be insane! You shake your head vigorously, trying to get rid of such delusional thoughts. You couldn’t, you shouldn’t… but-

Betraying all your previous thoughts, you lean close to his face, hovering just inches away. So close that you could count every individual eyelash if you wanted to. Your eyes naturally wander to his mouth and observe how, with how lips are slightly parted, it looks as if he’s ready to receive a kiss. Only if you moved just a bit further, you would be able to-

Inhaling sharply, you clamp a hand over your mouth. You aren’t going to actually do it, reminding yourself. You’re just looking at him (and ignoring how you could’ve done that at a further, non-intimate distance). Panicking slightly, your eyes flicker back to Mun’s eyes to see if he’d caught you but to your relief, they were still closed.

Hearing your own frenzied heartbeat, you become acutely aware of your situation. Screw the incident from earlier, this was definitely the top spot on your list of major fuck ups. Even for you, this was a new all time low.

But before you could even think of what to do next, to your horror, Mun’s eyes flutter open and now you are literally face to face with the consequences of your actions. Fuck.

Mun called out your name confused, voice still rough after just waking up, which effectively snaps you out of your stupor as it causes you to fling yourself away from him instantly. A bit too fast as you lose your balance and tumble to the ground, landing on the hardwood floor with a thump.

In an instant, Mun leaps out of his bed and kneels down to assess you for injuries. He places a hand on your shoulder but you immediately push him away with a yelp - you couldn’t stand the thought of him touching you right now (if he did, your dumb brain would be too weak not stop yourself from imagining stupid delusions and you really can’t have that)

“Ah- uh- fuck, I’m sorry” you stumble, not really knowing what to say. “Just forget what you saw! I wasn’t actually gonna do anything, I promise!”

Mun’s eyebrows knit together while he pieces together what happened before he gasped, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

“Hold on, were you going to kiss me?!” he yells before you hastily covered his mouth, cringing at the volume. What if someone else heard? That would be double the embarrassment and this is already too much.

“Don’t be so loud!” You hiss. “And no, I was only looking!”

He manages to wrestle your hands off his face, staring at you with a look you didn’t want to comprehend

“But it looked like you were though!” He insists, but you grimace and shake your head violently.

“What, are you some kind of princess who needs a kiss of life to wake you up?”

Mun chuckles at your response and leans closer slightly. His gaze is inquisitive, like his eyes are scouring you for clues to your upcoming answers for his questions. Mun is smart, the son of detectives after all, so you’re deathly afraid of the fact that he’ll see how you’re swallowing nervously, avoiding his gaze and just so obviously flustered and make a correct observation.

“Would you ever do it? Kiss me, that is.” Mun asks, sounding casual like this was a normal conversation topic. You narrow your eyes at him - just what sort of game is he playing at? If he’s trying to make you jump to conclusions, it sure is working for him.

“…what are you trying to say?”

Sensing your hesitance, Mun clasps your hands firmly. They squeeze yours firmly; you didn’t want to assume but, it almost felt like he was reassuring you.

“Do you like me? Because I like you and I wouldn’t have minded if you had kissed me earlier.”

You freeze. No way; there’s absolutely no way. You’re done, it’s over. There was no way this could be real. You blink hard, half expecting yourself to be hallucinating this whole situation - maybe you were the one knocked out and this was a dream. But when you open your eyes and Mun is still there with his dorky grin and all, you almost gasp.

“This is real, right? Is the guy I’ve been crushing on for ages actually confessing to me?” You murmur your thoughts dumbly. Mun laughs, nodding his head.

“So does that mean we’re dating then? I- I mean I’d love to date you but- I know that sometimes when twopeopleinagroupstartdatingthatcancausegroupdynamicsto-“

You’re so caught up with the explosion of thoughts suddenly coming at you that you hardly notice Mun leaning even closer to you and closing the space between your faces until he physically shuts you up, lips firmly on yours. But before you could even reciprocate, he’s moving away and licking his lips.

“Sorry,” Mun half apologises with a cheeky grin. “You looked cute, I couldn’t help it!”

At this point, you’re sure your brain is fried. You purse your lips together to try and formulate a response but nothing comes to you. If one simple peck had you this speechless, So Mun was going to be the death of you.

Without thinking you reach for the collar of his shirt and tug, closing the distance between you and replacing your lips on his. If Mun is going to be your cause of death, you’ll die on your own terms.

It’s initially awkward, Mun mimicking you earlier by being stunned still, but eventually you feel him relax into the kiss and even urges you to deepen it by gently pressing a hand to the back of your neck. There’s a sense of urgency to it, the both of you desperate to show your repressed feelings.

When you pull apart, you feel breathless as the adrenaline courses through your body. Shivers down your spine as you feel Mun’s strong gaze; it’s not overpowering but it’s confident - he knows what he wants (he wants you). Mun inches closer to kiss you again but before he could, your hand on his chest keeps him from moving.

“W-wait,” you huff between breaths. “Are you feeling okay? You were knocked out for a while.”

He rolls his eyes playfully with a huff; only you would stop an intimate moment just to ask about his well being.

“I’m awake now, aren’t I? I’m totally fine.” He assures you. “But there is one thing that still hurts a bit…”

Your eyes widen with concern, flickering over Mun’s body to find any hidden injuries. However, your concern is wasted when he just points at his lips which are curled into a sly smirk.

“Can you kiss it better?”

Letting out a disgusted scoff, you try to swat his face away from you but he catches your hands and makes you look at him. Mun silently pleads to you, putting on his best puppy dog eyes at you. You sigh, not having much of a choice right now.

“You’re so cheesy, you know that right?” You say before your lips meet Mun’s once again, starting like you never stopped in the first place.

#the uncanny counter #the uncanny counter x reader #the uncanny counter fic #so mun #so mun x reader #kdrama x reader #kdrama #kdrama fic #own works

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buckysdolls · 1 year

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The Right Date

Damian Priest One Shot

TW: Mild Language, Implied sexual encounter 18+ really

The WWE was your home. Your shelter. Your life. Ever since you were a teeny toddler, being held in the arms of your brother Paul, wrestling and most importantly WWE was all you’d ever known. Paul known to the wrestling world as Triple H always had you backstage at shows as his cheerleader, you were always making the strong men feel broody as they tried to make you laugh through your chubby cheeks. Thus when you reached fifteen you laced up your first ever pair of boots and never looked back. Fast forward fourteen years and you’ve reached the same level of stardom as your inspiration, your brother.

He watched in awe from the flat screen backstage, every little detail about you made him crumble. The way the crowd cheered for you, your ring gear hugging you in places he wished he could and your smile, you damned smile whenever he witnessed it, it would push him over the edge. Most of the guys in the locker room knew you were not to be played with due to their boss, Paul, being well… their boss and your brother. It was kind of an unspoken rule… ‘The boss’ sister… off limits’ though that didn’t stop you harmlessly flirting and that didn’t stop him innocently wishing you were his and taking advantage of every conversation with you. Whether it be backstage, photo and signing ops or interviews. Damian Priest truly adored everything about you. And you? You were just too modest to see it.

“Thought I’d find you here” Priest didn’t need to turn around to know it was his road and Judgement Day buddy Balor.

“I never miss a match, she always comes running up to me to get feedback.” Priest replied, his eyes fixated on the match between yourself and Bayley.

“Yeah course, nothing to do with the fact you're insane about her” Balor chuckled as he patted the shoulders of Priest.

“Yeah well sometimes we can’t always have what we want so I might as well enjoy her from a distance. Being her friend is better than not being in her life at all.” Though it was painful for him to admit his feelings to Balor he continued to remain composed.

“Well I could always set you up with one of Veronica's friends? Help you get over the boss’ sister” Balor purposely emphasised the word boss by saying it louder. Priest kissed his teeth and shook his head through a chuckle.

“Nah man no need, I’m happy” Priest and Balor clasped hands pulling each other in for a hug.

“Say less man. I’ll see you at the gorilla in fifteen yeah?” Balor walked away leaving Priest to catch the closing minutes of your match and see your hand raised in victory. Priest grabbed a bottle of water and made his way to the gorilla to greet you.

“Always a pleasure with you Pam” You hugged Bayley.

“Likewise. Catch you later” You caught sight of Priest, well it wasn’t hard to miss the 6ft5 handsome man. You sprinted over to him letting him catch you, wrapping your legs around his waist as his arms snaked yours to support you. Your eyes were locked as you both smiled incredibly wide at each other. He tried to settle his hands further down than your waist but he instantly felt the side eyes of Paul watching you both, unwillingly but not wanting to beef with the boss he put you down and handed you the water. You chugged on the water and wiped your mouth gasping.

“So, how was it? Good, bad, average?” You looked up at Priest inquisitively.

“Great. No mistakes as far as I could see. Pace was great, kept the audience guessing”

“Nothing? really?” Your face drooped, you were always looking for ways to improve because of the high standards the company and the WWE universe held for you.

“Yeah hun. You were trained by some of the best in the business, sometimes matches are just great and that's okay. Stop doubting your natural ability and talent”

Hun.. there he goes again, the moments he’d use that word made you feel special. You really couldn’t allow yourself to think much of it even if you really wanted to. Being with Priest was comfortable and safe just like you’d hope a relationship might be but you knew that settling for friends was better than nothing. Besides, one way to take your mind of Priest was a date. You thanked Priest before grabbing your phone from Paul as he praised you. You walked back over to Priest loading up two pictures on your phone. You’d hoped the two pictures would make Damian sweat and feel flustered as well as wanting his opinion on what you should wear tonight on your date.

“Okay, opinions please. This cute little number…” You showed Priest outfit number one, a ruby red two piece consisting of a sleeved low cut bandeau crop top and long bodycon skirt. Priest quietly growled, it was so quiet he didn’t think you’d hear, it felt like an internal thought that he didn’t realise he’d verbalised. You smiled to yourself swiping to the next picture.

“Or this one?” On your screen was you dressed in a velvet little black dress. Both pictures you had clearly posed to show off your god given womanly assets. Damian swiped between the two looking intently.

“ Red one…”

“Perfect, thank you” You smiled at Damian.

“Wait, what is it for?” Damian’s eyebrows furrowed and his arms folded over his chest.

“I have a date tonight. Don’t worry I’m staying to watch you then going.” You moved next to Damian and rested your head on his bicep so you could see the screen. He was toasty in warmth and gosh you felt incredibly turned on leaning against him. The sexual chemistry you felt for him was incredible and here you were stupidly telling him about the date you were going to go on.

“A date? Who with?” Damian asked sourly, he could feel the jealousy coursing through his blood. You tilted your head upwards, your attention taken away from the screen and onto him. You could feel Priest’s muscles had tensed and the bitterness in his voice as he spoke.

“Just some guy.” You mumbled.

“Some guy? Must be real special huh? WWE guy?”

You nodded your head but didn't respond with who it was exactly.

“Cool. Well I’m on. Enjoy your date, yeah?” Priest walked with the rest of the Judgement Day through the curtains leaving you to catch your balance. You were good at reading people and you knew instantly Priest was not okay with this date you had planned, you just couldn’t tell if it was because he was being protective or… if it was because he was jealous and felt the sexual chemistry just as much as you did.

One hour and 30 minutes had passed, you’d be nursing the same drink the whole time you’d been waiting for your date to show up. It wasn’t like the location was out of the way, it was literally the lounge where all the superstars were staying. You’d seen WWE superstars come and go, the most embarrassing moment was Damian coming in from the arena and seeing you aimlessly swirl your straw in the dregs of your drink. He had given you one single wave and the quickest smile before looking away. You’d caught the attention of a random male who raised his glass at you, you’d never experienced so many males try to flirt with you whilst being stood up at the same time. Slumping your chin into the palm of your hand in defeat you turned over your phone that had been face down on the corner of the table. You opened up your messages with Damian.

You: You busy?

You didn’t have to wait long for a reply, Damian had replied instantly to your message.

Damo: No, why?

You: Think I’ve been stood up :/

Damo: Want me to come save the day then huh?

You: It is kind of embarrassing sat here, dressed like this... alone. Random men keep trying it on with me…

Damo: I’ll come save the day for you.

It wasn’t long till you saw Damian emerge like he was being presented to you like some chiselled god the way the elevator doors opened and glowed behind him. Signature black shirt, a few buttons left open, black trousers and his dreads parted over each shoulder, he looked charming. Your eyes didn’t leave him once and you watched him walk over until he was sat in front of you. A waiter came over and took your drinks order.

“Good date?” Damian chuckled but stopped when he saw you could almost burst into tears.

“It’s not funny. I feel so stupid.” You whimpered, tucking your fringe behind your ears in an attempt to distract yourself from letting the tears fall. Damian gently took your hand away from your face and held it, settling them down on the table… together.

“The unnamed date is stupid, not you. He’s stupid for leaving a stunning girl like you alone. He’s stupid for letting a hot piece off ass dressed like this be alone. He’s stupid not you.” His voice was deeply angelic as he stroked hand with his thumb. You couldn’t help but chuckle at Damian’ calling you ‘a hot piece of ass’. Your drinks had been delivered and the waiter looked rather disheartened as he looked down at your hands as he previously and unsuccessfuly tried to flirt with you. A few moments passed when Austin Theory had approached your table, he took notice of the hands and huffed.

“Austin huh?” Damien raised and wiggled his eyebrows at you trying to hold back his laughter at your chosen date. You squinted your eyes at Damian now feeling even sillier. Damian let go of your hand, you’d never felt so empty, he leaned back in the chair.

“Takes time to look this good. Beat it, Priest.” Priest thinned his lips still containing his chuckles, he raised his hands into the air and pushed his chair back ready to stand. You shot up from your own chair and demanded for Priest to sit down. His face of held back laughter had now turned to confusion.

“Sit down Damian!” You firmly instructed him and on your second command he did so.

“C’mon babe? Don’t be like this, I was looking forward to our date” Damian watched on in envy as Austin’s hand tapped your bum. You shoved Austin’s away and sat in your seat.

“I’m on my date. With the person I’m supposed to be on a date with. So if you’d please excuse yourself and leave” Austin flipped the pair of you off and walked away claiming “you have no idea what you’re missing out on.”

“Egotistical prick” You mumbled under your breath.

“That melon? Really?” Damian was finally able to blurt out chuckling.

“Shut up!” You rolled your eyes trying not to crack a smile.

“ So this is a date then?” Priest asked, leaning forward on the table.

“If that’s what you want?” You replied also leaning forward, your proxemics becoming intimate. Priest shook his head rolling his lips before speaking.

“This is what I want” He passionately grasped your cheeks into his hands and crashed his lips onto yours. You had no complaints from your end and enjoyed the most sexual tension filled kiss you’d ever had. Pulling away you laughed at Priest’s lips having smudged your lipstick all over him, you sensually wiped it for him, tracing your fingers along his lips.

The date concluded and you ended up back in Damian’s room, with your head in between his thighs enjoying listening to Priest moan as you moved your head up and down.

A loud bang at the door had stopped your flow. Priest raised his head and begged you to continue.

“Priest” Balor’s voice called out from behind the door.

“Ignore it” Priest sighed in enjoyment, throwing his head back as you continued.

“Priest! Open up”

“Nah I can’t enjoy this whilst Balor is calling out your name!” You jolted up wrapping your body in the duvet hinting at Priest to open up. Resentfully, Priest threw on some bottoms and opened the door a jar.

“What's up man?” Priest asked as Balor looked him up and down.

“Are you coming out?” Balor tried to rear his head round to get a better view of the room.

“Think I’m just going to chill.”

“Hi Balor!” You called out standing in frame so he could barely see you. Balor’s eyes grew wide and fell back onto Priest’s. Balor cheekily smiled and began nodding his head.

“Say no more. Sorry for interrupting” Balor patted Priest on the chest before winking and walking away. Priest closed the door and turned back to you.

“Where were we?” Priest playfully speared you onto the bed removing the sheets from your body.

#wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wwe oneshhot #wwe imagine #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #damian priest #damian priest oneshot #damian priest fanfiction #damian priest wwe #damia priest fanfic #damian priest imagine #judgement day #wwe judgement day

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6lostgirl6 · 1 year

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Hi darling

Can I request the poly!lost boys x reader that does figureskating? And maybe she falls? How would they react?

Hey there! I hope you enjoy this one, I had an amazing time writing it!

Poly!Lost Boys With A Figure Skater S/O HCs

TW: couple curse words

When you told the boys about your time figure skating, they were honestly impressed and each had their own reaction.

David was impressed, it takes a lot of skill in order to figure skate and he thinks you’re extremely talented for having that as your hobby. However, he sucks at words so he’s just, “that’s awesome, babe.”

Dwayne was very supportive and wanted to know all about figure skating, very interested in all the details. He loves learning about things, especially things that you love doing.

Paul is something else.

While he thought it was really cool, he figured that meant you had to be flexible in order to pull off certain moves. That’s all this vampire thinks about, the pervert.

Never had Dwayne smacked someone’s head that hard in his entire life.

Marko was pretty excited, he asked if you have participated in any competitions, if you’ve won any trophies, and how competitive were you? His mate being competitive on the ice against other skaters makes his undead heart skip a beat.

After dating the boys, you started doing your skating routine at night so you would be able to spend time with them after practice.

It was Marko’s idea to come to have them come to practice with you and watch you skate.

You regret agreeing because your boys are insanely hot and they’re an easy distraction, which you will later find out.

While you're practicing, Marko and Paul would be cheering you on, give them pom poms and they’re practically your cheerleaders.

They have been threatened to get kicked out if they continue so David jumped their ass.

Dwayne would be your unofficial manager.

He’ll carry everything you have to bring in your duffle bag that has your skates, water bottles, an extra pair of clothes to change into after practice.

Whenever you take a break, Dwayne is already there with a water bottle out and a small smile on his face. He wants you hydrated.

David always liked watching over you but he enjoyed watching you glide across the ice with excellent precision. You would make a terrific vampire.

David’s pissed though that he isn’t allowed to smoke in the building.

Now here is the big moment, the instant you fell in the rink, a small miscalculation that had you slamming onto the ice would make the boys jump into action.

You were trying to pull off a move you have been practicing for a while, well apparently you weren’t exactly ready to do it.

Sorry, David’s going to laugh. He’ll turn away with shaking shoulders cause he’s trying to hold it in.

He only laughs if he knows you’re fine though, he’s not that much of an asshole.

Paul would instantly climb over the wall of the rink and end up falling on his ass.

Shit, he might have ended up hurting himself more than you did!

Dwayne would have an easier time reaching you on the ice, getting down to your level and making eye contact and asking if you’re alright. It’s crazy how much he can determine how you’re feeling through eye contact.

He would grip you gently and help you up if you were struggling to get back on your skates.

Marko would be the second vampire to make it over to you, checking over you to make sure you didn’t break anything. He’s been a vampire for a long time and he knows humans can break easily, he doesn’t remember how much force it would actually take to break a human bone.

Marko: “Damn babe, that was a nasty fall! Did you break something? Bruise anything?”

Dwayne would be a gentleman and pick you up and help get you to the edge of the rink and towards the bleachers, setting you down next to David.

David would be the next one to check you over, now that his laughing fit was over. Making sure you were actually alright was his priority now.

While checking you over, Paul would be heading over and holding his back like he’s genuinely hurt when the dummy forgets that he will be fine in like a few minutes.

However, he would be asking if you were alright while whining.

Dwayne would pull out the duffle bag and pull out different sized ice packs if you happened to bruise something. What a mom.

Shockingly, David would press kisses on any bruise you happen to get from falling. Despite the others teasing him later.

Overall, the boys would be worried if you fell while figure skating and each has their own way of showing it but their feelings for you are just the same.

#poly!lost boys x reader #poly the lost boys x reader #the lost boys headcanon #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #david tlb #dwayne tlb #paul tlb #marko tlb #keifer sutherland #billy wirth #brooke mccarter #alex winter #figure skater reader #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #tlb 1987

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jupitermelichios · 1 year

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i've got teen wolf on the brain rn, so here's every member of the hale/mccall pack listed by what their favourite video game is

scott: he has been playing world of warcraft since he was 11, and he has done basically everything it's possible to do in game, unlocked every trophy and epic mount, reached the level cap with multiple characters, and still he logs in almost every day, even after stiles got bored and moved onto other games

stiles: he gets bored of games fast, but he developed a brief but intense crush on the masterchief when he was a kid, so if asked he'll say halo

alison: she's not great at suspension of disbelief, and mostly can't be bothered with games, but she has a sims 2 build that takes nearly 30 minutes just to load because of all the mods

derek: hates playing any kind of video game, which is probably good because he would get so addicted to rts games if he ever tried one. does know a weird amount of game trivia and lore though, because he goes away and researches every one of stiles's new hyperfixations but then actually sticks with them, unlike stiles. do you want halo lore? because derek has it, and he is desperate for someone to share it with

erica: she tells people it's metro 2033. it's actually barbie horse adventures. it's her comfort game, okay?

boyd: he played the arkham games for erica, and he loved him, but he imprinted on kirby at a young age and nothing else will ever touch it in his heart

isaac: such a sucker for roguelikes. if he knew what kinning was, he'd probably kin zagreus from hades. the fact that failing over and over is built into the game and there's no punishment is reinforcement his brain desperately needs. erica has written at least one zag/meg fic specifically for him.

lydia: she went 18 years without ever touching a video game, and then stiles persuaded her to try the witcher 3, and she was instantly addicted. if she finds out someone romanced triss over yenefer, she will take this as a personal insult

malia: it took stiles years of trying to find a game that didn't make malia immediately want to put her fist through the tv screen, but then DMC 5 came out.

kira: she likes her games fast, plotless, and button-mashy, so she likes most fighting games, but she's an absolute demon at smash

peter: you might think i'm going to say peter doesn't play games, and it's true that he doesn't admit to playing games, but it's also true that he knows nearly as much about street fighter lore as derek knows about halo, and has a frankly insane number of combos memorised. he would literally rather die than tell any of the pack this.

liam: he plays COD, you know it, I know it

cora: jeff forgot to give cora a personality beyond 'plucky' so i have no fucking idea. lets say it's horror games, because i feel like one of these weirdos ought to have strong opinions about bloodbourne and no one else is picking up the slack

jackson: madden, obviously.

danny: he believes strongly that adding an actual ui to dwarf fortress ruined it, and he was very excited about the abilty to export eve online data into excel spreadsheets

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valiantmugcowboyscissors · 2 years

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Boot Worship (Yelena Belova x Reader)

Based on a request (Masterlist)

Warnings: Degradation, Gagging, Boot Kissing, boot licking, boot riding, overstim.

DON'T LIKE DON'T READ!!

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The power she exuded was insane. The way she only stood there, and all you wanted to do was submit. All you wanted to do was obey her. It was an odd feeling at first, but after many times of being down on your knees below her, you began to love it.

"Down." Yelena commanded. Instantly you sank down onto your knees. There would definitely be bruises later, but you didn't care.

"Good slut," she raised her hand to caress your cheek, the multiple rings adding coldness to the feeling. She traced your jaw with her thumb before she harshly grabbed it and lifted it facing her. You looked up at her with wide eyes, waiting for your next instruction.

"What do you want?" her raspy Russian accent was distracting you. How could you possibly think anything when she sounded so hot? Yelena tightened her grip on your face before speaking.

"No answer? Is someone feeling dumb today?" You felt your face warm up and the assassin above you smiled.

"I want whatever you want," You finally answered. Months ago you would've been ashamed of being so submissive, but now you loved the way it made you feel.

"You might regret saying that," She moved her thumb to rub on your lips, pulling your bottom lip down roughly.

"Take my rings off."

You moved to lift your arms that were behind your back but Yelena interrupted you.

"No. Use your mouth."

You didn't hesitate to slide her thumb ring off with your tongue. Once it was off, you looked like a puppy holding a chew toy in its mouth.

"Cute." she said in a short tone, "drop it." Yelena held out her hand underneath your mouth and you blushed as the ring dropped into her palm.

The assassin pointed her index finger at you and for a moment you were confused. She was looking at you expectedly as you then realised she was telling you to continue. You did the same as before, sliding the ring off with your mouth, looking up seductively. You repeated this with each finger and Yelena's breathing got heavier each time.

She kicked her right foot out so it was right before you.

"Kiss it."

"W-what?" you stuttered.

Yelena raised an eyebrow, "You heard me. Don't make me repeat myself."

Clearing your throat in an attempt to get some confidence, you leaned down. Face to face with her boot, you placed a light kiss. You gulped and looked up into Yelena's eyes which were dark with arousal. Damn, she really liked that.

Yelena's lust spurring you on, you placed another kiss but more confidently this time. Her jaw clenched and you could tell she wasn't expecting you to do that.

You flinched when she nudged your cheek with her other boot and replaced her right one. Knowing what to do this time, you started laying multiple kisses. Yelena's breath hitched and you heard a deep groan. Fuck.

Bubbling with confidence, you licked a stripe of a straight line from the front of her boot to where the laces were. The obviously turned on blonde reached for you and grabbed a fist full of your hair, pulling you up to look at her.

"You're so pathetic, look at you."

Yelena shoved her index and middle fingers down your throat, not even giving you a moment to prepare. You gagged but she didn't falter, moving her fingers back and forth in your mouth. Her dominance made you wetter than you've ever been and you started humping the air like a desperate mutt.

The fingers paused. She looked at you with a face you couldn’t recognise. Her eyes were black, like they had been, but there was something different. Something new. Her fingers slid out of your mouth and you pouted. Still, her face remained the same.

“Do you really enjoy this?” The question was asked genuinely and your confusion grew by the second. You nodded, but that apparently wasn’t good enough.

“Speak.”

“Yes, of course, Yelena. What’s wrong?”

“Hmm,” she hummed as she lowered down to your level, “You’re really such a whore that you’d do anything for me? Seriously, I asked you to kiss my boot and that’s exactly what you did. You just need someone to control you, don’t you? You’re useless otherwise.”

You couldn’t do anything but let your mouth drop open and just stare at her with wide eyes. Wow. No words could describe what you were feeling at that moment. Just wow. And horny as fuck.

The assassin smiled at your reaction and grabbed you by the back of the neck. You gasped as she stood up and dragged you closer to her body, your cheek having no choice but to collide with her crotch. You tried looking up at her but she held your neck with an iron grip. Her thumb rubbed your skin before she spoke in a dominant, yet soft voice.

“You’re going to do exactly what I tell you, okay?”

“Yes,” you swallowed

“Good,” she let go of you but you kept your head against her crotch, “Pull your panties down and straddle my boot.”

Not questioning it, you did exactly as she said. Your heat hovered above her boot. Her calloused hands grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down so your pussy touched the wet boot. Your knees were aching and red but the pressure on your cunt made it worth it. Your head fell forward, resting it against her hip. You wanted to move so badly but you controlled yourself, waiting for her orders.

“I’m sure your dumb brain can figure out what I want you to do,” Fuck. If it was anyone else degrading you, you would’ve been insulted and left. But Yelena was special. She could call you a whole number of different degrading things and it would still turn you on.

Before moving your hips, you grabbed her other vacant boot, tightening your hold around it. You needed something to ground you. You started moving slowly, your wetness combining with your saliva from your previous activity. When you tried to speed up a little, the blonde domme moved her hand to the top of your head, warning you.

“Slow down,”

You breathed through your nose and exhaled through your mouth, keeping calm. It just felt so good. It felt so right to be in your position; so right to be under her control.

Angling your hips to get some friction on your clit, you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle the moan. Yelena, being Yelena Belova the spy, heard of course. You looked up at her with glistening eyes and she smirked.

“Need some help keeping quiet?”

Her thumb traced your lips and you opened obediently, letting her thumb glide in.

“Such a whore,” she whispered. You whined but it was quietened by her thumb.

Your hips were still moving and the pressure back and forth on your clit was going to drive you insane.

“Pfease” your plea was muffled. You were so close. All Yelena needed to say was one or a few words and you’d be done for. You felt your face go red as Yelena mockingly laughed at you.

“What was that? I can’t understand you,” she darkly chuckled. Her thumb was still in your mouth, and it was humiliating but you repeated yourself.

“Pfease,”

Tears were rolling down your face now as you struggled to not orgasm. The assassin wiped away your tears with her other hand, while her thumb was removed from your mouth. Both hands grabbed your hair and guided you back and forth faster across her boot.

“Please, please, please let me come,” you pleaded over and over again until your voice was hoarse. Your arms wrapped around her leg and you felt like you were holding on for your life. Finally, Yelena said the words you had been desperate to hear.

“Come, you fucking slut,”

You cried out and the overwhelming pleasure was almost painful. You almost couldn’t breathe but Yelena’s hands didn’t stop controlling your movements.

“Wait- I can’t,” you cried.

“Yes, you can. You were begging before, but now you want me to stop? Ungrateful brat,” Her grip on your hair tightened. You knew you could always safe word and she’d stop and pull you into her arms, but you were still enjoying the control she had over you.

You came again, burying your face into Yelena’s thigh and biting her trousers. She hissed but didn’t do anything except loosen the grip on your head. She stroked your hair gently. Your legs were shaking and you wanted nothing more than to be in bed cuddling the blonde.

“You are okay?” her hand palmed your cheek, lifting your face to look at her. You nodded, smiling, ready for cuddles and possibly a nice bath.

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Isn't the best but I tried 🤷‍♀️

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #black widow #marvel fanfiction #Yelena belova smut

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Donna Beneviento long lost child au: Y/N is trying to woo Elena

I’ve gotten a lot of requests for this scenario XD I hope you enjoy this! Let’s get into it!

Getting to know your mom and live with her was amazing. It didn’t take long for you to feel comfortable with her. You two liked to do lots of things together.

To get you more familiar with the village and its customs, Donna started sending you on little errands for her. Picking up groceries from Duke, running things over to Mother Miranda (Who always insisted you stay for a visit and talked your ear off for a while), and… Going to the local bakery.

There was a gorgeous woman, Elena, who worked the counter at the bakery. You had never felt so awkward in your life. Every time you tried to talk to her, it seemed you did something incredibly embarrassing.

Your latest showing topped the rest, though.

You opened the bakery door and Elena had welcomed you in, giving you a warm smile.

You blushed but quickly grinned back. You placed your order and Elena began to put breads and other baked goods in a bag for you.

You had been anticipating her asking if you wanted a receipt, so when she spoke you answered quickly.

“Okay, have a nice day, Y/N!” Elena says with a sweet smile.

“No, thank you.” You say immediately. Your eyes go wide in shame. Damn it, Y/N! You had been rehearsing how to speak to Elena so much in your head, that you made a complete fool of yourself.

Elena gave you a cute giggle at your mix-up.

You couldn’t process what to do, so you avoided eye contact and promptly walked out of the bakery. Smooth, Y/N. Real smooth. She must think you’re insane!

You went home and began unpacking things in the kitchen, but Donna could instantly tell you were upset.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” She asks and cups your cheek.

You sigh and give her a weary smile. “It’s dumb. You don’t have to worry about it.” You say.

“Y/N, tell Mama what’s wrong.” She prompts.

You can see that Donna’s serious, so you give her the rundown of your encounter with Elena.

“She told me to have a nice day, and I literally said ‘No, thank you.’ Then I just walked out of the bakery like an idiot. Ugh! It was so stupid!” You lament and put your face in your hands.

Donna winces. That’s pretty bad. She gives you a sad smile and puts her hands on your shoulders. “Poor thing.” She says and ushers you to sit at the kitchen table. “I must admit, you probably get your nerves around crushes from me. Lucien made me feel so worked up when I first met them that I almost always got tongue-tied. It was completely embarrassing.” She tells you and reaches out to take your hands.

“I’ve had crushes before, but never as intensely as this one.” You say. “I always prided myself on being calm and level-headed, but around Elena… I just care so much about what she thinks, you know?” You grimace.

Donna squeezes your hands and hums in agreement. Suddenly, an idea hits her. “Y/N, why don’t you bring Elena a small present? It doesn’t have to be elaborate, but a handful of flowers or a handmade gift might do wonders.” She suggests.

You raise an eyebrow at this. “You think so? I can imagine I’ll ruin that somehow, too. I can hardly even look at her, Mama.” You grumble.

“If you show Elena that you’ve thought enough about her to give her something, she might figure out what you’re unable to say. It’s just a small gesture that lets her know you like her.” Donna tells you.

“Hmm… Okay, it couldn’t hurt.” You say with a smile. Now, what would be a good present? Elena works in a bakery, so she might like to cook and make things, you assume. What about a recipe card box? Yes! That’s what you’ll do.

You hurriedly set about constructing the box. That goes well, but you want to put a little touch of personality on it. You paint intricate designs and even write her name on the side. Eventually, you’re happy with your work and show it to Donna. “What do you think, Mama?” You ask her, a tiny bit nervous.

Donna gasps and gently reaches out to hold the box. “This is beautiful, Y/N. You did this all by yourself?” She asks and admires the quality of work you achieved.

You scratch the back of your head. “Yes. I kind of just tried to mimic how you create things, honestly.” You tell her.

Donna presses a kiss to your forehead. “This is amazing, tesoro. Elena will love it.” She says with a proud grin.

“Thank you. I hope so.” You say.

“I’m going to get started on dinner, so why don’t you go take this over to her?” Donna asks.

“Umm, sure. I’ll wrap it up and head over.” You say, feeling your nerves go all over the place.

You gently tuck the present inside of your coat and make your way over to the bakery. You enter and the sweet smell of freshly baked bread calms you somewhat.

Elena looks over to you and smiles. “Well, hello again, Y/N.” She says and beckons you over.

You look to her with a huge blush and make your way over.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you twice in one day?” She asks with a playful glint in her eyes.

You clear your throat and reach into your coat to grab the present. “This is for you, Elena.” You say quietly.

Awe shines on Elena’s face as she takes the package. “For me? Oh, Y/N how sweet.” She says and puts a hand on her chest, touched by your thoughtfulness. Elena opens the present and gasps at what she sees. An expertly crafted recipe box with her name on it greets her.

“I figured you might like to cook and bake, so I made this for you. I hope you’re able to put it to good use.” You say, feeling your heart thundering hard in your chest.

“Y/N, this is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me.” Elena says and comes out from behind the counter. She immediately brings you in for a hug and she fits perfectly in your arms. Elena is so warm. You don’t want to let her go.

Elena pulls away slightly before she places a kiss on your cheek. “Thank you, Y/N. This means so much to me.” She says, glowing in happiness.

Your brain kind of short-circuits from Elena’s kiss. You stare at her with wide eyes before she laughs at your reaction.

“Y/N, would you like to… Come to my house and have a cup of tea with me? I just love when you visit the bakery. I’d like to get to know you better.” She offers, suddenly feeling shy herself.

You beam and quickly nod your head. “I’d love that.” You tell her.

The two of you make plans to meet up tomorrow and you exit the bakery, feeling a lot more confident as you head home this time as opposed to earlier.

Donna grins as you walk in. She sees how excited you are. “I take it everything went well, sweetheart?” She guesses and walks over to you.

“Yeah, Mama! We’re going to hang out tomorrow!” You tell her enthusiastically.

“I’m so glad, Y/N. I guess it just goes to show: Mama knows best.” She says with a wink and pinches your cheek.

Who knew your mom would make an awesome wingman?

Note: Mama Donna and Y/N brotp?? Nah. Anyway, what did you think? Let me know!

Masterlist

#donna beneviento #re8 #re8 village #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x y/n #angie beneviento #resident evil village #resident evil imagines #resident evil 8 #resident evil

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laysdimplesareillegal · 10 months

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Character Development: Chapter 3

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 909

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, general delusion, angst

Character Development Masterlist

He had a soft smile as he said my name again.

“Stay away from me,” I tried to keep my tone level.

“What are you doing? Were you about to make lunch?” He sounded honestly curious as he looked around at the counters and tried to peer over my shoulder.

“Don’t patronize me. I know you’re the one who brought me here. If you come any closer to me, I’ll kill you.”

Changkyun looked at me the way someone would look at a helpless child. He took one step towards me, and I instinctively reached for the cup I had planted on the stove. I can throw this at him at least. But when I grabbed hold of it, the ceramic seared my hand and I screamed with everything I had. Dropping the cup shattered it, making me clench the knife in my other hand harder; my nails dug into my palms. Ceramic pieces littered the floor. With a worried look Changkyun took another step forward.

“Get away from me,” I said again, waving the knife around like I knew what to do with it. The next thing I knew, there was a polished gun just outside my reach.

“Drop the knife.”

I see now that I had quite literally brought a knife to a gun fight. Instantly, I dropped the knife, and felt the sinking weight of defeat on my chest. He kicked the knife away and approached me with a pitying expression.

“Let me see your hand,” Changkyun reached for my wrist, and we had an awkward push and pull when I attempted to fight him off. “Stop resisting,” he shouted, I froze. “I don’t want you stepping on any of the shards.”

At this point, I didn’t care about stepping on something, I just wanted to be as far away from this creep as possible.

“Go run your hand under some cold water and I’ll clean your mess up.” I wanted to make a run for the door, but I knew he’d intercept me. “If I’d known you were this accident prone, I never would have left you alone this long,” he commented, walking back in with a broom. Unsure of what to do, I stood quietly with my hand under the running water. “Stay put and I’ll be right back. I have some burn ointment.”

So, he worried about me, to some capacity at least. On his way back, he turned off the music that had been playing in the background. The house felt soulless without it.

“Do you like it? It’s just a hobby of mine.” I let him guide me to the couch where he dried off my hand and treated it. He rattled on, “To be honest I wasn’t sure if I wanted you to find it, but if you enjoy it that’s all that matters to me.” There was a long pause that hung heavy between us. Eventually, “Why won’t you answer me?” he looked at me with large, despondent eyes.

I avoided eye contact.

“I asked you a question.” His voice was stern again. He grabbed my face and forced me to look him in the eyes. “When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me.”

“I hate you.”

“You can’t hate me-” he laughed “-you don’t even know me.”

Exactly, I thought.

“Now, I know everything about you. Which is why I was able to give you such a nice home. Anything you could ever need is right here. I waited until I could provide everything for you.”

Waited? “How long did you have to wait?” I asked hesitantly.

“Years.” My eyes grew wide. “You know we used to go to the same university. I don’t know if you recognize me, I worked at the rec there. Checking people in and stuff.”

Oh m—this man is more insane than I could have imagined.

“I was a couple years ahead of you. I remember when you were a freshman. You really don’t remember me?”

How do I know what to say to that, of course I don’t remember someone I might have seen years ago. “Uh, yeah actually I think I do!”

“Don’t lie to me.” Changkyun curtly shut me down, so he was a lie detector too huh? “But that doesn’t matter, that was a long time ago. What matters is that we’re together now! You don’t know how happy I am to finally have you here. What do you think of it?”

I couldn’t tell if this man was hostile or naive, but if I had to respond and he didn’t like me lying, “it’s a prison.”

He deflated. “You don’t mean that.” Collecting the ointment and the bandages, Changkyun stood up to set them on the kitchen counter.

“No, I do.” I got up too, “I hate it here. You’re a psycho and a freak and you kidnapped me! I want nothing to do with you! I hate everything to do with you!” My yelling echoed through the vacuous house.

“SHUT UP!” I had his gun pointed to me again. He had a furious grip and an aggrieved look, “Say you didn’t just say those mean things. Apologize to me now.”

“I would rather die.” Tears of pure rage streamed down my face. “Kill me now and get this over with,” I sniffed.

With a serious expression he fired his gun. Life began to play in slow motion.

I was really going to die.

#changkyun #im changkyun #monsta x #i.m #angst #monsta x fic #yandere changkyun #changkyun angst #yandere monsta x #changkyun fic #kpop #fluff #monsta x reactions #monsta x headcanons #changkyunnie #changkyun x reader #x reader #self insert #monsta x x reader

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burningtacozombie · 3 months

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I need to vent

for the most part I like exploring new fandoms, meeting new people with the same interests, and just have a fun time. but every fandom has that one faction. that one group of people you mention to others and everyone instantly starts rolling their eyes. that group of people who, for whatever reason, seems to have completely lost touch with reality. they are happy among themselves but no one in the larger scale of the fandom as a whole wants anything to do with them, and for good reason. and here is what I have witnessed the last 3 days, the reason I need to vent before I pick up boxing gloves and buy a plane ticket:

it started when Dan went on The Voice Ukraine as a coach in 2019. the producers of the show thought it would be good for ratings if he and Tina, the only woman among the coaches in his first season, played it like they were a couple. or more like, becoming one over the course of that season. they didn't have much of a choice in the matter so they did, and well… the producer was right, it was good for ratings. people started shipping them, worshipping them actually, as if the two as a couple are some godlike deity. they've been doing it ever since.

and while Dan and Tina did become close friends, having to deal with the utter madness of it all together, he explicitly explained that it was the producer's idea in the first place. over the course of two seasons they did two duets together, interviews and a bunch of performances and they, still today, talk about how close they are BUT they never confirmed an actual relationship. for all we know, they've never been together to begin with. but these worshippers don't want to hear it. these "fans" act like a straight up cult, celebrating the "couple's birthday" with cake and parties, at separate concerts they give Dan and Tina gifts that they want them to pass on to each other, they write fanfics about them (I'm sorry, fanfics about real people generally creep me out) and create fake images and videos with AI of the two with babies and whatnot. and anyone who says anything against the couple is evil. I'm serious, it's a cult at this point. there are literally hundreds of accounts on social media with AI pictures like this: and that's a harmless one…

cut to the Christmas concert: his pr manager brought a female plus one to the show who's an influencer on social media or something. that woman happened to be sitting next to Dan on the couch in his dressing room after the show, in a video he posted himself. his band, his mom, his also female pr manager, his opening acts were all there too but for whatever reason, 3 days ago people found her personal account on instagram and started insulting her for sitting next to him!!! these people started assuming he's in a relationship with this woman out of fucking nowhere and now they're dragging all three of them. her for breaking up a couple that for all we know never even existed, Tina for "letting it happen" and Dan for "allowing himself to do that". they're taking it personal as if someone killed their dog, they're so fucking offended… and all of that because SOME WOMAN SAT NEXT TO HIM!!

worshippers within this cult are sending messages to "regular" fans to get them to discuss the situation, they are literally mourning the death of the couple and the wording in this one screenshot alone has me at a loss for words. like… oh my god the man sat next to a woman who is not Tina, the audacity! (translation isn't perfect but it gets the point across)

they also demand all three of them make a statement because the fans deserve to know what's going on! with the exception of clarifying the show producer's ratings idea, Dan NEVER ONCE made any statement about his current love life, not 20 years ago, not anywhere in between. I'm not even getting into how incredibly invasive it has been for him and Tina and their private lives all these years but the insanity has reached a whole new level over the last few days and it is fucking infuriating.

these people are so obsessed in a straight up disturbing way, I'm not joking when I say they're insane. and I feel so horrible for Dan and Tina and this random woman who just happened to be there. none of them deserve any of that bullshit, recent or otherwise.

there is so much more to say but this rant did exactly what it was supposed to, I'm calming down. for the moment anyway.

#i'm not even tagging this but #people suck #ai sucks #fandom sucks

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gg-selvish · 1 year

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ive never really had the chance to flesh it out in writing as much as i'd like to but something i think about a lot in terms of the streamers we watch especially in the time we've been in for a bit is the transition from online to irl when it comes to established companionship

i'm speaking as someone with a good amount of personal experience in meeting significant others and friends who started out as online companions either for weeks, months, or years, and though the longer you go keeping it online while wanting to breach into real life it gets more intense, the initial feeling of meeting is relatively similar.

it's kind of like hearing someone through a door, you know their voice and it brings you a feeling of comfort and home. with your eyes shut you recognize them instantly, but there's space and an obstacle between you two that means you can do anything you could ever imagine to do together except for touch. over time this can become maddening, months stretching into years where you're bumping into this hard wood barrier trying to get to the person who you know and adore like the back of your hand

and then you get through the door and it's kind of strange. the first hug and words you hear your brain understands that you're home and safe and with your companion, but then you pull away and are faced with the one you love in another level of reality. you can touch, taste, reach out and graze their cheek, and the gravity of that reality is so intense it takes however far you've gone with your relationship and brings you back to square fucking one.

it's fascinating to me. going from deep personal conversations that you wouldn't dare share with anyone else, intimate moments together that were sacred as communion, years and years of finding comfort and utter serenity wrapped in this far away voice and then they're a human being standing in front of you. and the newfound ability to touch and be touched is so overwhelmingly insanely exciting to your puny person brain receptors that you turn into a second grader with their crush on the playground

in my old days on tumblr and maybe still but i wouldn't know, it was incredible common to film the first meeting with your online partner regardless of how popular your blog was. because it wasnt about the people meeting it was about the meeting itself. watching two unsteady people who know each other so intimately and deeply stumble together like newborn deer, trembling as they take each other's hands, and sharing a chaste kiss that could break the earth in two. because though that physical moment is light and easily breakable, there's the weight of years of love behind it

i'm not sure where i'm going with this, i guess i just think its really beautiful watching established people in established dynamics experience each other like something new for the first time. to drop the weight of waiting for intimacy and finally being united as a real thing together. it's so beautiful and special. i really like that we get to witness it as an audience but also as trusted friends in a regard

in this vein, a while ago i turned the dnf pre-meetup era of 'waiting is painful' into a brainrot that's kind of similar to this concept but a bit more purple if you'd like to read it. or not, i'm just talking here :p

#dududududududududududu #i should not be allowed to post somewhere without a character limit #txt #yes this is mostly about dnf but it can be about any ship or person technically #i just have rot in my brain

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to-yngewai · 1 year

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Japanese 1

Since I also speak/read Japanese semi-fluently (it’s been a while...) I thought I’d also write some posts teaching what I know to new learners. Hopefully I’m not just repeating things people have already heard a million times.

So, you’ve decided to learn Japanese. First question is, why? No, really. If it’s for anime and video games, hell, go for it. There’s a lot of subtleties you’ll catch once you have a working knowledge of Japanese. It’s just going to take a long time to get there. Don’t try to short-cut it. But once you know it, you can instantly recognize “Oh, this character is supposed to be a serious character.” “This one’s supposed to be a know it all.” “This one is so lax at everything he’s never serious.” “This one sure is mixing in a lot of kansai-ben to the point real people don’t talk like that.” Etc. If knowing those things interests you, go for it. If translating every little thing in an anime as you hear it without subtitles is your goal... that’s gonna be really really hard. Aim for realistic.

If your goal is to add a lucrative skill for a job, I applaud your dedication and wonder if you really exist because I’ve never met a person who honestly only studied Japanese for job benefits.

Here’s the best way to learn Japanese:

1. Study it in a university setting for a few years. Get a grasp of the hiragana, katakana, basic kanji, and the simple textbooks. If you can read and translate a shojo manga (easily the easiest to read) then you’ve reached this mark.

2. Go to Japan somehow. If you are young enough to be an exchange student, great. If you are older, maybe consider JET program which only needs a bachelor’s degree or something else. At any rate, don’t worry about getting into a very “prestigious” school. In fact, it’s better that you don’t. The really prestigious schools are going to have lots of exchange students, and it’s going to hamper your ability to learn if you interact with them and not the Japanese students and teachers. I was lucky enough I was in a program that was very comparatively “cheap”. (I had to pay my normal tuition, and my host family, that was it.)

3. Stay there for at least six months, avoiding all things related to English that makes life “easier” in Japan as an English speaking person. (Internet and other hobbies to keep yourself from going insane is fine.) Living there a year is best.

The first month in Japan is going to be traumatizing. You are going to have culture shock and it’s not going to go away for that entire month. Try to survive.

After that month, you’re going to find things are getting easier. You can even pick up the normal kanji really easily because you’re going to see them absolutely everywhere.

Six months in, this is where things start becoming fluent. You’ll catch on to the understood sentence structures. You’ll probably have at least one or two Japanese friends who are no longer stuck in the “wow, a foreigner, what a novelty” experience, and if you’re still being a good boy/girl/etc. and studying kanji and the more esoteric grammar forms, you are getting pretty good. Not enough you’ll pass the JLPT 1 without trying, but at least level 5.

Note that none of this applies if your ethnicity is Japanese or you were raised with Japanese or otherwise have experience. That’s an entirely different situation. For example, if your ethnicity is Japanese (or even half), but you don’t speak Japanese at all because your immediate family is all American, you are going to have a completely different situation. Japan is a nearly entirely ethnically homogeneous society and they’re going to be shocked when you try to explain you don’t speak the language for whatever reason. ...Anyway, I don’t want to go too much into that part of culture. Just be aware racism exists and that is going to affect your learning experience if/when you travel to Japan, if that’s what you want to do.

But, let’s say that seems like a distant goal and might not even be possible. What part of learning Japanese should you start learning to begin your journey?

...Well, you know what I’m going to say.

The writing system.

Any Japanese class that doesn’t focus immediately on the writing system of hiragana is not good. There’s no getting around it.

Of course, learn some simple phrases at the same time, and try writing them, but never write japanese phrases in English and think that’s “good enough.” It isn’t.

Easier said than done.

It’s going to be hard.

It’s going to suck to try to train your brain to make sense of what sounds they make, what order they come in, and especially how you are supposed to write them yourself, and in what stroke order.

(Believe me, you need to know that.)

And more-so, duolingo doesn’t really help on the “writing” part. You have to do that on your own. This is where university classes come in handy. They force you to with quizzes and tests and formal textbooks.

But not just the hiragana, also memorize the order of the sounds. “a” then “ka” then “sa,” etc. These will also teach you what sounds you can make with Japanese.

This is the *easy* part of learning Japanese! The sound of how the writing is written is *always* the same. (Okay, yes, there’s tone inflections of course, but it’s not like in English where ‘e’ can be “envelope” or “extra” or “eerie” or “eager” or “every”, etc.)

KA is always KA. KU is always KU.

HIRAGANA is always HIRAGANA.

And... you have to learn it.

Oh, here’s another tip:

Learn “hajimemashite” as “How do you do?” and learn “Douzo yoroshiku” as “Nice to meet you.” Some courses count them both as “nice to meet you” and that gets confusing because you might think it’s appropriate to only say one.

Okay. So tip one of learning Japanese in the immediate sense:

1. Learn hiragana. Leave katakana and kanji for later. Know they exist, and are waiting to swallow you like a whale, but focus on hiragana.

2. Learn some simple phrases (introductions, etc.) and write them with that hiragana. Don’t worry about what exact vocab or grammar, we’ll get to that.

3. You now have a working knowledge of how to understand and write hiragana!

And the tips of the final end goal of learning Japanese fluently:

1. Study for years.

2. Go to Japan.

3. Suffer until the exposure and culture shock forces you to put what you studied together in your head.

You can also add “killing your accent” to the part of learning Japanese fluently, because it will really help you ‘sound’ fluent even if you stumble over vocab or grammar occasionally.

Another tip:

Don’t be afraid to stop. From my experience, the vast majority of Japanese students who weren’t already working from a partial understanding of Japanese from their parents and childhoods stop by Japanese 102. It’s okay. It’s hard for a reason.

Oh, and one final note: I’ve been writing as an American with only English as a first language. If you are German or French, or any other nationality and English is your second language, learning Japanese might even be harder for you. The textbooks I’ve seen for foreigners seem to be designed for English speakers, so you might have to go through two layers to get there.

Again, none of this is written to be discouraging. It’s written to try to be a little more ‘honest’ because no textbook is going to tell you this, but it’s been my experience and maybe I’m wrong.

But the best and maybe only method is going to be total immersion. And you have to get to a point that’s not going to make you insane.

#teaching japanese #japan #japanese #really not trying to sound discouraging #its hard

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