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Mm I think I'm slightly into makoyuma/yumako.

But I like them platonically. I just love them together in general.

As brothers or friends idc they are the duo ever.

They make me happy 💜

#pixel txt. #rain code #rain code spoilers #yuma kokohead #makoto kagutsuchi #makoyuma #yumako #they are really cute okay?? #the silliest sillies of all time #im too ace for romance shipping #I enjoy their dynamic potential even more than the NDA #like nah thats his found family to me I like them that way <3 #but makoto? idk I feel like these two could be...something lmao #plus both of them being my whumpees since they are essentially the same delicate little rain soaked napkin I have my bias ;w; #I see them more as 'selfcare' then 'selfcest' #either way I love them and need more of them in my life #they're both comfort characters to me <3 #ALSO PLEASE SUPPORT THE ARTIST OF THE GIF IT IS NOT MINE

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“I Want You.”

Requested: Nope

Prompt: Alpha! S/O is an up-in-coming Rookie artist who meets Omega! Sana at the after party…things get interesting from there.

a/u: Hey, everyone! I’m back again and I finally have my first Omegaverse fic for the first time in forever. I hope you all enjoy and I just want to thank you all for the continued love and support. I love you guys!

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Word Count: 4.1k

The venue was nice, more extravagant than you had been expecting, but it was a nice surprise nonetheless. This was a big deal for you, this had finally been the big break you had been waiting for your entire career. But all you could focus on was the Omega sitting - strangely - by herself at the bar.

Don’t get it wrong, you were completely and utterly respectful of all people at any given moment and time, but there was just something about her that made you want to abandon all your morals and take a leap of faith.

You made your way towards the bar, in your opinion, everything about the Omega was breathtaking. Her dress was a mix of blues and greens, that had flowers patterned within, it exposed her shoulders and dipped devilishly at her cleavage, and the slit that ran up her thigh would have made your eyes wander if you didn’t have any self-restraint.

It also didn’t help that the woman was: Minatozaki Sana, a longtime crush of yours. Before you knew it, you were beside her, all your Alpha confidence and vibrato seemed to evade you as you cleared your throat. Sana looked up from the glass of wine she had been nursing since the beginning of the evening to take in the stranger before her, “Is this seat taken?” The question was simple but you felt like she could practically smell how nervous you were, since your scent was coming off like a scared pup.

“No, all yours.” The idol’s eyes trailed over you, studying you, as realization filled her. “You’re L/N Y/N, I watched your performance, it was quite the show. Very impressive.”

You felt like you choked on air as your eyes widened and you fought the feeling of your jaw dropping, “Wow, you actually know my name.”

Sana giggled and you knew you wanted to hear that sound for the rest of your life, “Of course, I do. You won ‘Rookie of the Year’, that’s all anyone can talk about, you’re a pretty big deal.”

“Well that’s extremely high praise especially coming from someone like you. You’re part of Twice, you just debuted in Japan with MISAMO, and your stage presence is unreal! The passion and talent you exude is extraordinary and…” You suddenly cut yourself off as you looked shy, “I’m sorry, I’m totally gushing over you. I really admire your work and it’s such an honor to meet you. Nonetheless, you know who I am.”

The Omega smiled kindly as she placed a hand on your forearm, “Well I appreciate your kind words. Would you like to join me for the rest of the evening, these things can get quite boring without the right company.”

You smiled, your Alpha confidence filling you once more, “The pleasure would be all mine.”

Suddenly the bartender appeared before you, “What can I get for you?”

You looked over to what your new companion for the evening was drinking, “I’ll have what she’s having and refresh her glass as well please.”

“Right away.” The bartender quickly poured you a glass as they refilled the brunette’s before leaving to tend to the other guests.

You took a sip of the wine before scrunching your nose slightly, Sana couldn’t help but giggle at your reaction, “If you’re not a fan of wine, why’d you get what I was having?”

You laughed bashfully, “I wanted to sound romantic. Wait! Um, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like…”

Sana held up a hand, “Please continue.” The brunette leaned forward, giving you quite an eyeful of her breasts, “I’m very interested in what you’re offering, Alpha.” Her voice was sultry and you felt your alpha-hood stir to life in your pants. The music of the party began to pick up as the lights dimmed, “Join me?”

The Omega held out her hand as you took it immediately, “Of course.”

-

The music was pounding as one thing led to another and Sana was grinding on you. The smell of you and Sana was slightly heavy in the air as there was an undeniable spark between the two of you. Your hands found their way to the Omega’s waist as no room was left in between you.

Sana pulled you close as she whispered in your ear, “Let's get out of here, my room isn’t too far.”

You were practically beaming, “Lead the way.”

-

You both giggled like teenagers sneaking off for the first time, Sana held your hand tightly as she pulled you towards her room. As soon as you got in front of it the Omega began fishing for her room key in her bag, but you didn’t make it any easier on her as you began kissing her neck as your hands roamed her sides. Your senses filled with the scent of a needy Omega as your teeth scraped where a mating bite could be placed, causing Sana to groan as she finally found her room key and swiped it against the scanner as the two of you pushed your way in.

You both laughed lightly as you kicked the door shut and brought the Japanese woman into another kiss. This time, you allowed yourselves to get lost in it as you swiped your tongue along Sana’s lower lip asking for permission before slipping your tongue into the brunette’s mouth. You had turned so that the Omega had her back to the door, which was perfect as you pushed her slightly into it. You made sure that your hand was behind her head to cushion the impact as you moved in to kiss her again but stopped right before your lips could meet and pulled away.

A smug smirk adorned your face as Sana’s chest heaved, her eyes dilating with lust as she chased after you as you walked further into the room. Her lips were slightly swollen from your rough kisses as she pulled you back towards her and repeated your move back. She pulled you in so that your lips were a breath away from a kiss before pushing you back on the bed.

You quickly rose to a sitting position as Sana stood before you, your hands found their way to the Omega’s hips once more as you stood up to reach behind the Japanese woman to grasp the zipper at the back. “May I?”

Sana smiled at the politeness, “Please do.”

You smiled as you brought the zipper down the sinfully tight dress that hugged the Omega in all the right places. Sana helped by shoving the dress down leaving her exposed in her white lace underwear. You felt your mouth go dry as all your blood seemed to pool between your legs as you felt your alpha-hood harden. You walked Sana back till she was once again against a wall and dipped your head down to capture her lips.

Your hands wandered up as you finally moved to cup the Omega’s breasts. They were just as soft yet as firm as they looked as you kneaded her breasts. Her tits fit perfectly in your hands as Sana moaned aloud as you continued to toy with her chest. Trailing kisses and sucking a few hickies into the idol’s neck, you reached behind her as you slipped your index finger behind her bra clasp and pushed it against your middle finger, quickly unhooking it.

Sana’s eyes widened as you chuckled against her neck, “What can I say. I’m full of surprises.” The cocky smirk was not lost on the brunette as she let her bra fall, revealing her bare chest. In an instant, your hands were once again kneading the flesh like dough as the Omega moaned aloud. You smirked as you bent down to take a nipple into your mouth. your teeth grazed against the bud as your other hand pinched and pulled its twin before switching and doing the same to the other.

The brunette felt like her white panties were probably see through with how wet she felt. Her body was buzzing with sensations as you played her like a finely tuned instrument, knowing exactly where to touch her to make her go wild. After a particularly rough tug at her nipple, Sana pushed you away as a seductive smirk adorned her face. She made you sit back on the edge of the bed as she sank to her knees in between your parted legs.

You sucked in a nervous breath as the pressure in your lower belly threatened to burst as Sana reached for your belt. You were harder than you had ever been in your life as the Omega unbuckled your belt and unbuttoned your pants, but before she could continue you put your hand atop of hers, “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

Sana paused as she looked into your eyes, “I do, a million times over I want this.” She smiled as you looked shy, “I want you, I promise.” With all that said and done, Sana continued what she had been doing and hooked her fingers into both your slacks and your boxers. As she pulled them down she was nearly hit in the face with your impressive alpha-hood. The Omega could barely contain her smile as she looked up at you once more, “You really are full of surprises.”

You couldn’t help but puff out your chest slightly as pride filled it. Your eyes wide as you watched Sana bend down and take you into her mouth, the slightly salty taste of your precum made the idol hum as she took more of your cock into her mouth.

You threw your head back as the warm confines of her mouth enveloped you as you resisted the urge to buck your hips and sink your cock further into her pretty throat. Sana reached a hand up to pump the base of your cock as her lips met her fist halfway. The Omega squeezed lightly at the bottom of your shaft as she worked the growing knot at the base, every squeeze brought out a steady stream of your precum was coating her tongue as you grunted above her. Your hands tangled in her hair as you used it to guide her, thankfully not pushing down and choking her.

After a few more minutes of sucking you off, Sana released your dick with a pop as the shaft pulsed with unreleased tension. “W..what?” Your head was jumbled with thoughts that you could barely articulate since all your thinking was centered in the wrong head.

“I have an idea.” The Omega licked her lips, “I think you’ll really enjoy it.”

At this point, you were horny enough to trust Sana with your life as you nodded, “I’m sure I will.”

The brunette gathered her breasts in her hands as she enveloped your dick between the two soft pillows of titty flesh. You groaned as Sana pushed her breasts together tightly as she moved up and down on your alpha-hood. The soft mounds felt like heaven as you felt like you were about to cum from all of the teasing.

“Oh god, Satang, I’m gonna…” The image alone of Minatozaki Sana between your legs with her breasts wrapped around your dick with the head of your shaft peaking out from in between them, felt like a picture straight out of a Playboy magazine.

“Come on, Y/N-chan, come for me.” The sultry lilt to her voice was your undoing as you moaned aloud and blew your load all over Sana. Covering her breasts and her neck in your cum.

You were left panting as Sana took a finger to the top of her right breast and scooped up some of your cum. She made sure your eyes were on her as she sucked her finger into her mouth, moaning at the taste. You felt your eyes widen at the sight as your alpha-hood swelled once more, “Holy shit, that was so hot.”

Sana smiled as she placed a kiss to the top of your cock, “There’s still a lot more if you’re up for it.”

“Fuck, yes.” You breathed out a sigh as you regained your composure. Trying to calm your racing heart as you let the Alpha timbre slip into your next words, “Get up here.”

The Omega bit her lip as she smiled and climbed onto the bed beside you. You motioned for her to scoot back onto the bed, then you surprised her by reconnecting your lips into a heated kiss that overwhelmed her. Before she knew it, she was on her back with the you above her, your hands moving to toy with her breasts once more.

When you pulled away for air, Sana couldn’t help but feel the urge to tease, “You really love my boobs, don’t you?”

You chuckled as you licked a line up the valley of her breast, “I don’t think ‘love’ even covers how I can’t get enough of you. All of you, not just your tits.” The younger of the two smiled wryly, it was filled with an extremely Alpha charm, as you sucked a hickey onto the top of her left breast, “However, they are still a very welcome addition.”

Sana shook her head, but the playfulness didn’t last long as you made it to the hem of her thoroughly soaked panties, “Look what we have here. I’ve never seen anyone get as wet as you, Sana-ssi.” It was now your time to turn up the charm as you ran your index finger over her clothed center, “I have to say, I’m very pleased with what I see.” You leaned down to kiss along the inside of her right thigh, inching closer to where she needed you but you decided to kiss up her left thigh instead, ignoring where she wanted you most. “Beg.”

The command was simple, but Sana blushed all the while, no one had ever made her feel this way before. “Please.”

You lifted your head as you clicked your tongue, “If that’s the best you got, I can leave. I already have enough bragging rights that Minatozaki Sana sucked my dick, fucked me with her tits, and I came all over her.” Your words were harsh and the Omega couldn’t help but squirm at how vulgar it all sounded. She wanted to close her legs to get some friction, but with you between them, that wasn’t happening.

“Please, touch me.” You shrugged as you continued kissing and nipping at her inner thighs as your hands roamed over her stomach, “No, please, touch me.”

“I’m already touching you.” The brunette pouted as she balled the sheets in her fists, “Oh, you don’t want me to keep kissing up your pretty thighs? Then where do you want me to touch you, baby? You gotta tell me, I can’t read your mind.”

Sana rolled her eyes, getting more and more worked up from your teasing, “I want you to touch my pussy. I want you to ruin me. I want you to make me cum so hard I forget my name.” The brunette breathed out hard as she looked her partner in the eye, “I want you to fuck me until the sun comes up and I can’t walk tomorrow!”

You swallowed hard as the words sank in. This woman would be the death of you.

That seemed to do the trick as your reaction was immediate, you licked a line straight up her center adding enough pressure so that she could feel the press of your tongue on her clit through the fabric. Next, her panties came off as you hooked your finger into it and pulled down, briefly moving out of the way so Sana could raise her legs to get rid of them before flinging them somewhere in the room. Then you came face-to-face with Minatozaki Sana and all her naked glory, “Holy shit, you’re gorgeous.”

Sana didn’t even get a chance to respond before uou dove into her weeping folds. Her pussy was already slick with arousal as her lips flowered open to reveal the treasure beneath. You loved the way she tasted, sweet with a little tang that felt like ambrosia on your tongue. The Omega’s hands found purchase on your shoulder as she urged you closer to where she needed you.

Your tongue teased along the outer folds running just high enough to nearly touch her clit but avoided it and repeated the pattern on the other side. You lowered your head to tease Sana’s pulsing entrance, you slipped your tongue inside and you felt like it was being sucked in by her desperate inner muscles. You retracted as you finally moved up to her aching clit, the hood was pulled back to reveal the reddened bud as you took it into your mouth. The reaction was immediate as Sana moaned loudly, her grip on your shoulder tightened as she shoved your face closer to her.

You brought a finger to her entrance as you slipped it inside, testing the waters before adding another. Sana’s voice grew louder as you formed a hook with your fingers and rubbed against a rough patch along her frontal wall that made her scream, “Shit! I’m gonna cum!” But before the Omega could be brought over the edge, you stopped. You retracted your fingers and pulled your lips away from her clit, letting her orgasm die. Sana’s eyes were wide as she stared down at her partner, “H..hey! I was…about to..cum!”

“I don’t want you to cum just yet, that was just the warm up.” There was a playful glint in your eyes eyes as you moved back to sit on your thighs. “Do you have a condom?”

Sana shook her head, “No, but I’m on the pill and it’s been ages since I’ve been with someone.”

You briefly broke the scene that you had built up to check in with her, your eyes softening, “If you’re not comfortable with having me inside you, I can keep eating you out, I don’t mind. You taste divine.”

The Omega laughed at the sincerity, “I want you. Please.”

“Do you want me to pull out before I…?”

The idol shook her head once more, “No, I want to feel it, I’ll be fine.”

You smiled as you fell back into the scene, “Alright, then.” You hooked your arms under Sana’s thighs and pulled her close. The Omega gasped as she was suddenly turned so that she was now on her hands and knees, her ass in the air as the you rubbed a hand over the swell of her ass, “Damn, you’re built like a goddess.” The compliment was spoken under your breath but the woman beneath you heard it loud and clear, no matter how deep you both were into the “Dom/Sub” dynamic you guys had going, the true attraction was undeniable.

But Sana wasn’t given a moment to relish in the sweetness as she felt the blunt tip of your cock inbetween her folds, you thrusted forward as you gathered wetness along the shaft before you once again grabbed the base of the alpha-hood and aimed it to the brunette’s blossoming entrance. “Ready?”

“God, yes!” The response turned into a moan as the head of your cock sank into the tight cavern that was Minatozaki Sana. You moved slowly as you felt the Omega’s inner walls part as you continued to push forward. Before long, you were all the way inside, you fought every instinct telling you to just throw caution to the wind and thrust. But you knew that stretch must have been intense as you allowed Sana to adjust. “Okay, you can move now.”

That was all the reassurance you needed as you pulled out till only the tip of your cock remained inside before thrusting back in, eliciting a moan from both of you, “Shit! You can go faster!”

You picked up speed as the sound of your bodies meeting echoed throughout the room. The wet slaps of you bottoming out inside of her made the Omega go wild as she moaned into the bed, not wanting to be too loud and alerting the surrounding guests, “Oh, god, fuck! Take it!”

You moaned as you fucked Sana into the mattress.The combination of both your scents were heavy in the air and you figured that anyone passing by could probably smell what was going on inside - if they hadn’t already heard them.

The brunette felt like she was being given the best and last fuck of her life, you held onto her hips with a bruising grip as she clutched at the comforter beneath her. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat as it flushed with arousal. The feeling of you pounding into her was like lightning running up and down her spine as it drove her closer to the release she so desperately needed, “Oh god, Y/N-ah, it feels so good!”

You redoubled your efforts as you reached a hand around in search of Sana’s clit, she nearly screamed as you pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves between your fingers. Circling the nub before rubbing hard. She felt like she could barely catch her breath as all of the combined sensations coursed through her, “You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you Satang. Tell me how much you love my cock.”

“I..I love it!” Sana’s words were clipped as she fought to make full sentences, “Feels so good…I’m your..oh god…your slut!”

Your pride swelled as you landed a hard smack onto Sana’s left ass cheek, the flesh jiggled slightly as if reddened. The addition of pain made the Omega clench down hard on your alpha-hood as you felt your partner’s inner walls ripple around them as she clenched down harder on your cock. You smiled with sadistic glee as you tangled your fingers into brunette locks and pulled slightly so Sana was forced to lift her head from the sheets, “Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Are you going to take my knot like a good little Omega? I can feel your walls squeezing me so hard.”

Sana was biting her lip in fear of screaming as she was a touch away from the orgasm she so desperately wanted, “Yes! Yes! Please!”

You grit your teeth as your knot bumped against the opening of her entrance, parting it more with each thrust. It had already swelled to its full mast so the only way it was going in was with brute force. You continued toying with Sana’s clit to ease the pain as your thrusts grew harder, “Breathe, Sana-yah, almost…there!”

With one last thrust you were able to sink your knot into welcoming walls as the Japanese woman’s inner muscles squeezed down hard. Sana screamed at the fullness as she fell forward, “Y/N!”

Your scent was almost feral as you lunged forward to stake your claim on her neck, “Cum for me, you slut!” That was the straw that broke the camel’s back as Sana wailed, her voice was undeniably beautiful and it was even better as your name was on her tongue.

The feeling of her convulsing inner walls brought you to your release you came with a loud groan, “Oh fuck!”

You shot your release deep inside of the Omega as your hot load filled Sana’s womb. It had been a long time since the brunette had someone inside of her, much less cum in her. But she couldn’t help but muse at how cute you were as you grabbed her around the waist and fell to the side, spooning her in your grasp. Your knot still swollen and keeping you both tied together.

“That was amazing.” Your voice sounded almost wistful as you reached up to tuck the stray pieces of hair behind Sana’s ear.

“Tell me about it, I don’t think I’ve had an orgasm like that in a long time.” The idol mused as she played with your fingers that rested on her abdomen. “Thank you for tonight.”

You grinned as you nuzzled into her hair, “I should be thanking you, everything about this was amazing. You truly do have the body of a goddess, I can’t get over how gorgeous you are.”

Sana laughed shyly as she was showered with compliments settling into your hold as she carefully stroked her slightly swollen belly. This felt good, it felt right. Before she could catch it, Sana let out a yawn and heard a soft chuckled from behind her.

“Get some sleep, Satang, I’ll be here when you wake up.” Your voice also sounded heavy as you pulled her impossibly closer to you.

The Omega reached down to grab one of your hands that was resting on her abdomen as she placed a soft kiss to each of your fingers then to the center of your palm, “Goodnight, my Alpha.”

You smiled as you nuzzled into Sana’s neck, “Goodnight, my love.”

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Fandom: ATWOW

Pairing: Ao'nung x fem!na'vi!reader, Olo'eyktan!Ao'nung x fem!na'vi!reader (Metkayna!fem!reader)

Warnings: grammatical errors (feel free to tell me!), older Ao'nung, angst? mention of death BUT HAPPY ENDING <33

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THE SONG IS NOT MINE!!! IT'S CALLED: if the world was ending.

BEAUTIFUL ART OF OLDER AO'NUNG IS ALSO NOT MINE, FULL CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL OWNER/ARTIST. here's the link where i found it.

Y/N has always been mysterious. Even as a small child, Ao'nung remembered her as a small, quiet girl. But even when he got to know her, and played with her in the water, she never told him anything about herself. He could talk for hours and she said nothing.

He started liking Y/N as a teenager. She was really pretty, not pretty, beautiful, and caught the eyes of many. Ao'nung had to fight for her, for her favor. For the favor of the mysterious beauty, as he called her. That nickname got on Y/N's nerves.

But Y/N didn't want him. She didn't want the others either.

Ao'nung didn't understand. He went then, 15 years old, to his father, all unhappy with Y/N's rejection.

"Son, now listen carefully," Tonowari told him.

His wife, Ronal was amused by this, she liked that the girl taught her son a lesson that he doesn't always get what he wants. Of course, she felt sorry for him. But it brought a smile to her lips that her son is growing up. She was sure that girl liked him, she knew it from the way Y/N looked at her son. They were too young to have serious love.

"You shouldn't tell your mother this. But Y/L/N's girls were always mysterious as well as beautiful. So very much. Ah. I knew her mother, Ao'nung. She was a beautiful woman. Honor to her memory,"

Ao'nung never knew Y/N's mom, Y/N didn't like to talk about her. It was known that she died because someone from the sky people killed her.

"If I didn't know your mom back then, I probably would have thing with her. And maybe not. She already had a thing with Y/N's father by then." Tonowari thought.

"Dad, what does this have to do with what you want to tell me? Ugh,” Ao'nung rolled his eyes.

"Sorry! I want to tell you, son, that the girl has some secrets that she doesn't want to tell you. Some painful secrets like her mother. You know, she may be beautiful, but is she worth it? To love someone who will never reveal himself to you?"

"Marriage is not boring then, you still have the opportunity to learn something about each other," Ronal appeared out of nowhere.

"Ronal," Tonowari said and Ronal apologized with her eyes and walked away with some herb she had come for. She left them alone.

"But mom is right, dad. I want her and one day I will have her," Ao'nung declared confidently.

His father messed up the hair on his son's head. “Okay, Ao'nung. But wait a little longer, because now you are a child. And she's too. Everything will come. And choose with your heart, not your mind. Whether she will be your wife or another, love each other."

10 years later

Y/N was holding the blue flower Ao'nung had given her. Olo'eyktan. Her husband.

This year was so sad. For the whole clan. Tonowari died. In battle. Ao'nung didn't take it well and Y/N stood by him. She wiped his tears and comforted him. But Ao'nung had to become their leader. He has to be Olo'eyktan like his father. Y/N knew his father would be proud of him.

"But he would like you to stand up. To be strong," she put her hand on his shoulder.

Ao'nung took her hand and looked into her eyes. She was now his support in these difficult times. Not that he didn't have support from his pregnant sister, but his sister had enough of her worries. He didn't want to bother her. And his mother? She went away somewhere. She needed to be alone. After all, she lost her husband.

Only Y/N didn't leave him. She stood by him. She always stood by him. It was strange, Ao'nung sometimes acted like a jerk, but for some strange reason, she was always there for him. She once revealed to him that it was because she liked him.

"Ao'nung, I look at you and see a strong leader in you. Like your father. You will be a wise and strong leader. I am proud of you,"

Ao'nung dropped to his knees before her and kissed her hands.

"What are you doing?? Get up!” Y/N ordered him.

Ao'nung ignored her.

“Y/N… be with me. Rule with me. I love you."

Y/N had tears in her eyes. "Ao'nung..." she didn't want to believe what was happening. Her childhood friend, who had been chasing her for years, had grown up and become a man. And now he is kneeling in front of her and begging her to become his wife.

"Please. You are my only comfort. Hope."

"Yes. Ao'nung. Yes.” she threw herself around his neck and Ao'nung kissed her tears away. They kissed each other's tears. They always loved each other, even though Y/N ​​took longer because.. she didn't even know why. But she knew one thing her heart belonged to Ao'nung.

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Ao'nung slept hard. Y/N didn't. It didn't make sense, they made love all night, they promised each other their love, they mated and they were married. She should have been tired. But she wasn't. She stared at the sky full of stars.

She turned and looked at her husband. He was so handsome. He always was, but now he seemed the most handsome to her.

She had one thing to do. She simply had to. She had to say goodbye and start over. She hoped Ao'nung would forgive her. He might not even notice.

She kissed him and stood up. She threw on her clothes and quietly went to the water. The whole village was asleep and that was good. She quietly called her Ilu. Then she stroked it and they set off.

She had to go to the Tree Of Spirits.

The sea was so magical at night, everything was lit up and sea life was bustling under the water.

When they reached their destination, Y/N sent Ilu away and went to the tree. She connected her braid to the tree.

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ “Y/N. Every night, every year. You will always come," her mother hugged her.

Y/N was shaking, tears in her eyes. "Mom. I miss you,"

She stroked her hair. "I know, honey."

"Mom... I came to say goodbye to you. I love you but…” Y/N looked at her mother.

"I know. It's time. Don't give up. But to let go," her mother whispered to her.

"I am letting you go. All those years..."

“It wasn't your fault, Y/N. Stop blaming yourself. It was my decision."

"I could have saved you"

"You were a child. What mother would not sacrifice herself for her child?"

Y/N cried:" I saw it. I saw how they killed you. In a brutal way. It never left my mind. I couldn't save you."

Her mother grabbed her hand. "Angel, I'm dead. And I am at peace. I never once regretted my decision. It was the best decision. To let you live."

She sighed. "But promise me something. You won't come here again. You let me go. A new beautiful life full of love awaits you."

"Your husband will love you until his last breath. But you have to forgive yourself. I forgive you, even if I have nothing to forgive, but if it gives you inner peace, then I forgive you. Eywa forgives you too," the mother touched Y/N's heart. "Now is the time for you to forgive yourself."

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕?

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕.

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Ao'nung smiled in satisfaction. He finally smiled. He was smiling after those long dark days. He had a beautiful passionate night with a woman, his wife, whom he sincerely loves.

He turned towards her to say something, but she wasn't there. He got up angrily. He must be dreaming of that! He went outside, but she was nowhere in sight.

The sun was slowly rising and Ao'nung looked for her all over the village. She was nowhere.

Did she run away from him?

Of course, it was too good to be true. Of course, she left. She left him like everyone else. He roared like a wounded roar and fell to his knees.

"Ao'nung," his sister walked up to him and wanted to get him to his feet. "You don't know what day it is today, do you?"

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Y/N had a big problem. She had inner peace, but she found out a terrible thing. And that she was much longer there than she planned. She found it out by the sun. She was afraid to go back to the village, but she had to be strong.

She hoped that no one would be waiting for her on the beach, but she was wrong. There were a lot of them. But Ao'nung was not there. Y/N's heart skipped a beat. Was he angry?

"Olo'eyktan! She's back!" someone shouted and Ao'nung appeared from the shadows, like a god of vengeance. He had an angry expression on his face. But he didn't want to make a scene in front of everyone, so without a word, he grabbed her hand and dragged her to where they would have privacy.

"Ao'nung."

"Shut up. Now I'll speak," he said angrily, making sure no one heard them.

"How could you do this to me? After our night, you just disappeared. Do you know what it was like to wake up and you weren't there? I was really worried about you! Y/N!” he yelled.

Y/N looked down. She felt useless. She was sorry.

"Ao'nung, I would never leave you. You know that." she whispered.

Ao'nung looked down at her. "Really? How can I trust you?"

Y/N fell to her knees. "Sorry. I'm sorry, but I had to do it. I had to forgive myself," she whispered.

"Get up," he motioned to her, but she didn't get up. She shook her head. "Punish me if you want, I deserve it, Olo'eyktan."

Ao'nung's expression softened. “I don't want to punish you, y/n. I love you too much for that. But please, let's be honest with each other." he sat down. "No more secrets. I don't know if I can handle any more secrets. I used to like that about you, Y/N, that you were mysterious but now.."

"I understand that. And I have nothing to hide from you. I'll tell you everything," she took a deep breath.

1 year later

Ao'nung kissed his wife passionately. She giggled. "Ao'nung, stop! Someone can see us!"

"Then let them see how I love you," he rolled his eyes.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you so much, my husband"

"I love you too, my mysterious beauty."

"You know I have nothing to hide from you anymore," she sighed and Ao'nung grabbed her hand. "I know, but I still like that about you and I always will. It was part of you and it still is."

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆

𝑰'𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝑵𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒚

𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒚𝒆

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[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Fuck Yeah 3.7k booster club sleepover

I hit this follower milestone just before the end of 2023 - a year that has been so incredibly hard, a year that I got through with the support and love of every single one of you. Thank you for being there for me, I love you all so much!

I've been seeing posts that some lovely people in the fandom have been feeling left out, and I understand that making connections can be daunting, especially with all the negativity recently. But it's important to remember that most of us don’t bite - quite the contrary 😉

So. I'm well aware that there are accounts that are multiples larger than mine, but I want to use what reach I have to lift up those who need a boost. I also like to think that my followers are an incredibly supportive bunch, so hopefully this is a fun way to put 'smaller' or newer creators in touch with new readers and friends ❤️

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I'll leave this up for as long as I get responses. As you can imagine, I've been quite out of the loop recently and haven't been sharing and reblogging half as much as I used to, so I'm hoping this is one way to get back into it. I look forward to meeting y’all! 🥰

#fuckyeah3700sleepover #follower milestone celebration #fuckyeahboosterclub

[beloved-calypso]

・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ゜𝕳𝖔𝖜 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞? ♡ ・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ゜‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

♡ “𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓎𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈. ~ ����𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒽𝒶𝓁" ♡

All pictures and gifs are not mine but belong to their original artists.♡

I. -> II. -> III.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀᴄ ꜰᴏᴄᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄʜɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇᴅ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴᴇ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʟʏ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟɪᴛʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ, ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ, ᴅɪᴇᴛ, ꜰɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ, ꜱᴋɪɴ, ʜᴀɪʀ, ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ♡ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ɴᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ꜰɪx ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɪʟᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ. ꜱᴇᴇᴋ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏꜰꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴᴇʀ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ.

~ XOXO 💋🎀

P.S ✨️Remember to check the collective message AND the poll at the end!✨️

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౿૮꒰ྀི collective message◞꒱ა

This is what I channeled. To all my readers, please know that beauty is an INVESTMENT. You must treat it as such! Things like smooth skin and weight loss typically take months to achieve. Be wary of miracle cures, overnight subliminals, or trendy products (even if they are said to be scientifically backed up). I know with subliminals the whole point is to have unfaltering belief, but don't put so much pressure on yourself to where all the time you're listening to subliminals and overloading your brain with them. Everybody's body is different. Everybody's journey of expression is different. Remember that your body loves and supports you. It's the vessel for which we navigate through life and we only have 1 for this current lifetime. I would say with any beauty routine moderation is key (think of the Temperance card). These types of things take just as much mental strength as physical to keep up with, so it's good to treat them with simplicity, not just in consideration for what you physically can do, but what mentally you can handle. ♡

౿૮꒰ྀི pile 1 ๑◞꒱ა

9 wands (rx), 5 of wands (rx), The Lovers (rx), 9 of Swords (rx)

So this pac was supposed to focus on improving your external beauty, but apparently spirit is saying that you need to focus on what's going on internally. The major reason why you haven't achieved your desired beauty results is because you're burnt out. You've overloaded yourself with so much information and recommendations on how to achieve your desired results through the internet (video tutorials, how-to guides, beauty forums, subliminals, product reviews, etc.) that you think you should have had your results by now, and that it's a punishment from the universe that you are stuck in your "ugly duckling phase". This has led you to being perpetually frustrated, underconfident, and jealous of those that fit your beauty ideals. The truth of the matter as to why you haven't seen much results is that you try too hard and you lack the motivation to commit to any of these self-improvement tools. You may have researched so much that now you're confused and intimidated by all the information with some ideas and opinions even overlapping or contradicting thotherser. You may have tried multiple things at once and expected that to accelerate your results. You may also be the type to buy a bunch of recommended products in bulk and so far nothing has been working. Spirit is saying that your body itself is confused and cannot adjust to all these routines you keep trying out. It's like you go through aup-and-downwn cycle: you try one routine for 2-3 weeks and if it doesn't work, you leave it, go through an inactive wallowing stage for the next 2 weeks, and start over with a new routine. Your body cannot support these constant switch-ups and exposure to new chemicals (yes, even 100% natural ingredients). They're taxing your body and you're not giving it the chance to properly process what you've put in/on it. Your body and mind are also in conflict; it's like you've detached yourself from it out of anger and resentment. I have to say it: self-love is VERY much needed here. The Lovers in reverse just emphasizes that you need to compromise your wants and desires with what your body is physically capable of doing. Be patient and gentle with it. A few weeks is not enough time for many products/actions to take effect. When they do, the effects are usually internal first before they show in the external. Your body needs consistency and simplicity. Spirit is saying you only need a few products and to stick to a strict routine for a few months. Extensive routines will do more damage than good. Regarding forming your routines, you need to create solid habits. Your main obstacle is you are impatient. Given for most of you, it's probably been years that you've been working on your body and confidence, but a few months seem little in comparison to those many painstaking years of trial and error. Another obstacle here is you worry excessively and tend to assume the worst. By not caring for your mental and spiritual well beiyou'reyour psyching yourself out from doing the groundwork that's needed to solidify your imaginings into reality. Your moods heavily affect your motivation which is essential in moving your results forward. Know that success is destined for you! You just need to take the long road and to simplify the things carrying you along the journey.

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౿૮꒰ྀི pile 2 ๑◞꒱ა

9 of Swords, Page of Pentacles, 3 of Pentacles, The Devil (rx), 2 of Swords

Pile 2 you also need hug! I can tell you are overly anxious and stressed out. I think self love is very much needed here as well. In order for you to improve your beauty routine, you need to get out of your toxic headspace and have faith in your ideas. I can see that you suffer from periods of anxiety and isolation. Maybe you avoid going out as much because of your insecurities. You have very low confidence and don't have much faith in your future. I think the main problem stopping you from getting your desired beauty results is low self esteem and an obssessive mentality. You are self sabatoging yourself from taking action. It's like your stuck in a cycle of rumination. Your scared of having to commit to one thing and if that one thing doesn't work out you have to tear down all of what you've built and start over. The process of dissapointment is one you try your hardest to avoid by doing...nothing. Could also be that you do too much but feel you never do enough. Either way, your in your head a lot about what you can do and you don't know how to navigate the wealth of information that's out there, but you are scared on who and what to trust. I think in order for you to get your desires, you first need to ground yourself, start believing that change is possible and you are not stuck in your circumstances. Beauty is an investment, and it's not so much as what you put on that matters as much as how often you do it. Spirit is saying take the time to formulate a plan and stick with it, make sure every moving piece correlates well together. You may be young and fairly new to making routines like this. Take your time and have patience, it's not a race, but you should start making these plans for the longterm future. It can't be something that you quit right after seeing results, these will be things that you will need to give consistent care and attention towards, just so you know how to care for your body and recognize the signs it gives you moving forward. You also need to detach the results from your mind. You need to think clearly and objectively, let the changes come to you and don't try to force it, because I'm getting that some of you will stress so much that your body will have bad physical reactions, like migraines, rashes, breakouts, food cravings, and more. I'm also getting the message that for some of you, ya'll need to go to the doctor (nutritionist, dermatologist, gynecologist, whatever). Everyone needs to visit a doctor if they can, but ya'll especially. I think you would do well to go to professionals and get expert advice rather than trust unknown sources on the web. Some of ya'll maybe even need coaching, like a trainer or life coach. There's a lot of confusion and doubt in this pile. I think a clear, defined path is what you need, so do please be open to seeking help from others. I do think you've been working hard on the spiritual front to manifest your results, but you are constantly being disheartened. I think ya'll need to fix yourselves mentally first because its inhibiting your motivation. For some of you, you have even formed obsessive attachments to your appearance and do things to feel "right" or stable. It's giving me OCD. It's even giving me Cassie from Euphoria's excessive beauty routine (look it up). Like in the TV, it appeared as if she was doing all those things for Nate's attention, but really she did it because it was her way of grounding herself and feeling in control. I think ya'll have an issue with feeling in control and may be prone to acting out of impulse, like buying unnecessary things out of desperation or just simply overinvesting your time and energy in the wrong things. For the others, you lose steam and don't actually do the things you need to do. Be more wise with your money and where your putting it, as well as your energy. Try not to over exert yourself or comit to a bunch of things at once. Your time and energy is precious, and your mental wellbeing comes before all.

(I had a headache while doing this reading, so sorry for the confusion. That 2 of Swords energy was strong, lol)

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౿૮꒰ྀི pile 3 ๑◞꒱ა

5 of wands, Page of Wands, Ace of Wands (rx), Judgement, The Tower

Oof, all this fire energy Pile 3. So I do sense that ya'll have problems with taking on too much. You have a lot of insecurities you want to tackle, for example, skin, weight, hair, teeth, etc. and you are trying to "fix" all those things at once. Maybe you are around people that make you feel insecure and you're in this unspoken competition with them on who's prettier. There maybe even family members or friends that speak out on your appearance ( I'm so sorry if this resonates) and make you feel insecure and like you have to work on yourself. I think you've been stretching yourself thin, searching for ways to constantly improve all the while you are already trying your hardest, and instead of achieving your desired looks your heading towards a total burn out. The Tower here is telling me loud and clear, you need to slow down and take a deep breath before you crash. What other people's opinions of you don't matter. Like at all. What matters is how comfortable you are in your own skin, and what makes you feel authentic and beautiful. I don't think you are even insecure or underconfident, but rather nitpicky, and those around you are making you so. I see that you're intentions in your beauty routines are either not genuine or are unnecessary, and are forced and uncomfortable. You don't feel motivated enough to keep doing them but you still do it anyway. It maybe compulsive, but you are taking on so much at a time that it's building frustration within. What you need to do to improve your beauty routine and improve your mental health is to do a serious self evaluation. Check that you are doing these things for the right reason and not because of outside influences. Check on whether these things make you feel confident or are downsizing you. Check if your overall happiness and wellbeing is in order, whether you've spent too much money or have invested so much into your routines you've neglected other aspects of your life. I don't think what you've been doing has been necessarily bad, but it is somewhat obssessive and it will eventually backfire if you don't lessen the burden. I think you've once enjoyed doing all these things in your routine; they were fun and kept you on your toes, but now you've fallen out of love with the whole monotony of them. I think you should take a break from your beauty routine, maybe just do the bare minimum if you can't afford to drop everything. Focus on one focal point at a time, like skin and hair, or body and skin, and make sure your setting boundaries and prioritizing your mental and emotional wellbeing. I think your body is currently feeling overloaded with all that your putting in/on it. You may feel low energy and because your neglecting sleep or not staying hydrated. Make sure your also doing these bare basics and not just whats in your itinerary as they can greatly hinder your results if not catered too. Consider changing the direction of your journey or take a momentary break.

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Put in the comments down below if you would like me to make PACs focusing on specific bodily insecurities, like a pac for how to improve your skincare routine, how can I achieve my desired dream body, and how can I improve my physical health, stuff like that!

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ᴀɴʏ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪꜱᴍꜱ ᴏʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ. ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴍ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ. ♡

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ

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✨️ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Tarot is not an exact science, nor can it produce information that is factually true. All things posted are alleged and for entertainment purposes only. The future is fluid, and what may happen is based on your choices and actions, not what I and a deck of cards say. You are still the creator of your future. ✨️

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[yayeetsonny]

Let you down (USWNT x Young!Reader)

This one was inspired by a song by a rap artist by the name of NF. Obviously I don’t own any part of the song in anyway shape or form.

This one deals with Anxiety and Sadness and just overall not great emotions but it does have a happy ending. Also has squint and you’ll miss it Mal x reader. Mal is also younger to help fit the plot. Hope you enjoy. All mistakes are mine, Not edited.

“Feels like we're on the edge right now

I wish that I could say I'm proud

I'm sorry that I let you down

I let you down….”

“Please don't come after me

I just wanna be alone right now, I don't really wanna think at all

Go ahead, just drink it off

Both know you're gonna call tomorrow like nothing's wrong

Ain't that what you always do?

I feel like every time I talk to you

You're in an awful mood

What else can I offer you?

There's nothing left right now, I gave it all to you…”

Suddenly my earbud was ripped out of my ear cutting off the song i was listening to. “Hey! What the hell Mallory? I was listening to that!” I said angrily as I grabbed my earbud back from her and turned to walk away.

“Okay, woah, chill out dude I was just gonna ask you if you wanted to join the girls and I for lunch after practice…” She said pointing at the girl’s behind her who were watching us curiously. I sighed quietly, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration, mostly at myself realizing I overreacted.

“No thank you. I’m sorry I snapped at you. Shouldn’t have.” I said softly before shoving my earbud back in my ear, walking away to the other side of the field, picking up a ball on the way and absentmindedly juggling it.

“What’s her deal?” Rose asked, face scrunched in confusion.

“No idea, all i did was take the earbud out of her ear to ask if she wanted to go to lunch with us and she snapped at me. She said no, which is fine but somethings wrong, I can tell.” Mal said

“that’s not like her at all, should I try and talk to her?” Christen asked popping up out of nowhere.

“You might be the right person to do that, not totally certain she seems pretty upset about something.” Mal said shrugging slightly

“I’ll give it my best shot.”

For the second time in 5 minutes my earbud was taken out of my ear cutting off the depressing music blasting out of it.

“Okay seriously, Mal if you don’t get away from me in the next 10 seconds I swear…” I trailed off as I turned to face who I thought was Mal but turned out to be Christen. “Oh s-sorry Chris I thought you were Mal. What’s up?”

“That’s okay, although your reaction when you thought I was her is a little concerning… Everything okay? Did she do something to upset you?”

“No, no, i’m sorry. She didn’t do anything, not really anyways, I’m just irritable right now.”

“What’s going on?”

“I’m just really lost in my head I guess.” I shrugged absentmindedly as I sat on the bench and changed into my slides.

“Lost in your head about what, love?” Chris asked as she moved to sit next to me, resting her hand on my knee.

“It’s nothing, it’s stupid Pressy don’t worry about it.” I said, shooting up and jogging away.

“Something is definitely up with that kid. Time to gather the vets and do some gentle prodding.”

I quietly made my way onto the bus and went all the way to that back, curling up into a seat turning to face the window so my teammates knew to leave me alone. My phone dinged and I already knew I wasn’t going to like what I read.

“You think you’re some big shot now that you made it to the national team? You know it’ll only be a matter of time before you crash and burn. Come home before you embarrass me on national television.”

It was a text from my father. He’d never been the most supportive of my dreams and my current career. These last few days however he’s been more… aggressive with his words. I don’t know why or what I did but he’s been telling me I’ll only be an embarrassment to him and my step mother. That he doesn’t need his friends asking questions when I inevitably fail. His words not mine. I haven’t told the girls anything about what he’s saying because i don’t want them to do something rash, like get on a plane and fly over and beat his ass which is something they’re not above doing. I let out a quiet sigh shoving my phone in my bag before closing my eyes and attempting to sleep.

Team Veteran’s POVs//

“Okay what’s with the kid?” Alex asked staring at our youngest teammate in concern

“She’s 18, you know?” Mal said cutting into our conversation. Megan shot her a sharp look and she went back to watching ATLA (pls tell me y'all know what that acronym stands for…) eating her mandatory after practice goldfish and drinking a juice box Tobin gave her.

“Doesn’t matter she’s still the youngest on this team so by default she’s still a kid to us.”

“That’s lame.”

“Mallory…”

“What?”

“First of all, you just turned 19 like 2 seconds ago so you’re also still a kid and secondly don’t eavesdrop on other people’s conversations, it’s rude.”

“I wasn’t eavesdropping, you guys are all sitting together in front of me, it’s kind of hard not to hear what you’re saying.”

“Just put your earbuds in and pay attention to your show please.”

“Chris come on, she’s my best friend I- ”

“Mallory Diane do as I say please.”

“Okay jeeze, no need to use my government name.” She said rolling her eyes at me. I pinched the bridge of my nose and breathed in deeply to stop myself from correcting her.

“As you were saying?”

“Well she’s just acting odd, when was the last time she was like this?”

“I can’t even remember it’s been a long time.”

“What should we do?” Kelley asked reaching over into Mal’s bag of goldfish, taking a healthy handful, much to her dismay.

“Hey!” Mal slapped her hand hard enough for it to echo throughout the bus, causing everyone to look over at us in surprise, Kelley jerked her hand away, holding it like she’d been shot.

“Mallory Pugh! We do not hit people. Say you’re sorry right now.”

“Sorry Kel. I should’ve just used my words. Please don’t take my goldfish.” She said quietly.

“Thanks squirt, I accept your apology. I’m sorry too, I should’ve asked first.”

“lt’s okay, I accept your apology.”

“Good job using your words babe.” I said ruffling her hair slightly.

Once we were sure Mal was settled again we went back to our previous discussion.

“I say we just let her come to us when she’s ready, you know how she is when people push too hard.”

“I agree.”

“Usually I would agree but they way she snapped at Mal earlier tells me she’s about half a step away from either actually hitting someone or putting a hole in the wall.”

“That’s a little dramatic don’t you think?”

“When has she ever snapped at Mal, Ali?”

“Good point.”

“We still haven’t answered the question of what we’re going to do though.”

“I say we just be straight forward and honest, let her know we’re worried and that we’d like to talk to her and see if she’ll open up and tell us what’s going on.”

“Won’t that send her running for the hills?”

“Not if we don’t give her the opportunity to run.” Alex said getting a mischievous look in her eye.

“Oh no, I know that look, what do you have up your sleeve Al?”

“You’ll see” She said leaning over and whispering whatever it was she was thinking to Becky, who hummed in agreement.

After another hour we finally made it back to the hotel, got roommate assignments and got settled for the night. All the veterans on the team hung back after everyone else had left to go to bed, leaving just Alex, Tobin, Christen, Ali, Julie, Becky, Crystal, Kelley, And Alyssa in the Lobby.

“Okay Cap what’s the plan?” Tobin asked.

“The plan is we’re all going to Alex and Kelley’s room, to wait for the kid. We gave Mal a note to leave on her bed and told her to go hang out in someone else’s room so when she’s not there, she’ll have to go looking for her, and when she passes by the room we’ll grab her and lock her in with us until we get some answers about what’s going on.” Becky said, as we all huddled together and talked in hushed tones.

“So we’re kidnapping her?”

“Not kidnapping… more like, trapping out of love and concern.”

“Right… it still sounds a lot like kidnapping to me.”

“Just follow our lead.”

“Whatever you say, cap.”

We all went up to the room and waited anxiously to see if our plan would work. It only took about 10 minutes to receive our answer. A quiet knock on the door startled almost everyone in the room.

“I got it” Alex said getting up and padding over to the door.

“Hey little Lamb what’s up?” We heard her say.

“Uh… have you seen Mal anywhere?”

“No, I haven’t why?”

“It’s just we’re rooming together and she always waits for me to come up before she goes anywhere.”

“Hmm, I don’t know kid, sorry.”

“Oh okay, that’s okay, i’ll get out of your hair sorry to bother you.”

“You didn’t bother me it’s no problem.”

“Goodni-” She began to say but it was cut off when Alex quite literally grabbed her and yanked her inside, the force of which sent her stumbling forward into the room falling slightly. Alex quickly closed the door and locked it while she wasn’t looking.

“Alex, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“Hey, language.”

It was then that the young striker turned to look at who said that and saw all of us sitting on the beds.

“What the…? What is this?”

“An intervention… of sorts.” Julie said quietly.

“Intervention? For what?” She said her eyes going as wide as saucers

“For why you’re acting so weird lately.” Tobin said standing up, and crossing her arms, trying to intimidate our young teammate just slightly.

“I am not acting weird.” She said defensively.

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not!”

“Really? Then why did you snap at Mal and technically christen today?”

“I was just irritated.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, why do you guys care so much?”

“Because we’re supposed to look after you.” Christen said, raising an eyebrow when all she got in return was an eye roll. After a beat of silence she sighed loudly and sat down on the floor, hanging her head in defeat.

“Are you…okay?” Kelley asked as we all looked around at each other, unsure of what to say or do.

“I don’t know.” She said lifting up her head and rubbing her face tiredly. She took her phone out of her pocket, and after a moment threw it on the bed, and said “Read it”

We each took turns quietly reading the text conversation between her and her father, and after each person read it there was a noticeable shift in the room. Everyone was angry for her.

“Who talks to a child like that? Much less their own child?” Megan said beginning to pace around the room, angrily.

“I’ll kill him.”

“I’ll break his kneecaps.”

“You don’t need his approval you know that, right?”

“I just feel like I’ve let him down.” She said quietly, looking anywhere but at us.

“That’s not true. I won’t lie and say that he’s going to change his mind one day and say that what you’re doing is good enough for him but you don’t need validation from him, or anyone for that matter. All that matters is how you feel about yourself and the things that you do.” Ali said sitting down next to her and wrapping her arm around her, letting her lay her head on her shoulder.

“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do now. I mean I know that what he said wasn’t cool, but i do still rely on him for stuff and at the end of the day I still have to go home at the end of camp.” she sighed.

“What could you possibly rely on him for?” Kelley scoffed

“Oh I don’t know, maybe, food, a roof over my head, things like that.” She said sarcastically.

“You don’t need him for that, you have us.”

“Oh right, like one of you is gonna want ME as a roommate.”

We all looked around at each other and a few of us shrugged.

“Why not? If you want, you can be me and kelley’s roomie.” Alex said smiling softly at the young striker who looked back at her with lots of skepticism.

“Or you could ask Mal if she’s looking to room with anyone.” Tobin said wiggling her eyebrows.

“You guys would really do that for me?” She asked, voice breaking just slightly.

“Of course we would kid.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what family does.” Christen said, walking over to our youngest teammate and giving her a hand up.

“Group hug!” Tobin said as we all smushed together. The hug was brief however as we were interrupted by rapid knocking on the door.

“Okay, okay hold your horse’s I’m coming” Crystal said quickly yanking the door open, startling whoever was on the other side.

“Is Y/N here?” We heard Mal ask.

“Yeah, she is, you wanna come in?” Crystal stepped to the side to let the youngins into the room, mainly Mal, Rose, Sonnett, Trinity, Tierna, Sophia, Ashley Sanchez and Sam Mewis.

“We were wondering if-”

“Wait what’s wrong?” Sam asked, taking in Y/N’s tired and still slightly sad expression.

“Nothing Sammy, they just finished cheering me up actually.”

“Cheering you up about what? Are you okay?” Mal asked, stepping forward and wrapping her in a tight hug.

“Yeah I’m okay. My dad’s just being a little tough on me right now, that’s all.”

Ali scoffed, “I think he’s being a little more than tough on you, love. He’s being a jackass, and you don’t deserve it.”

“Wait, what did we miss? Come on, we never get to know what’s going on!” Trinity whined.

Y/N decided to show the new comers to the room, what they had missed and much like before everyone was visibly and vocally angry on behalf of our teammate all beginning to talk over one another, only stopping when Y/N loudly called out to them.

“Guys, guys, it’s okay. I don’t need you all conspiring to commit murder on my behalf, okay? It’s not necessary. I’ve already decided to take Alex and Kelley up on their offer to be their roommate.”

“Really? That’s great! We’ll get all the details sorted out before the end of camp.” Alex said wrapping her arms around her in a bear hug.

“Fine, is there anything else we can do for you then? Anything.” Mal asked.

“Movie night?”

“Anything for you.”

After everyone was changed and comfortable, everyone piled on and around the 2 beds in the room, Alex caught on to the fact that Mal and Y/N were laying together, with Y/N in between Mal’s legs, laying on her chest. She quietly nudged Julie who was the closest to them and she quickly took out her phone and snapped a picture, discreetly sending it to everyone but the 2 lovebirds.

“Awww! That’s so CUTE!” Rose said loudly, Sam quick to cover her mouth and shush her, Mal and Y/N looking at her in confusion.

“What’s so cute Rose?” Mal asked.

“Uh- nothing, nothing just a picture of Sam’s dog she just showed me.” She said nervously. Sam elbowed Rose in the ribs as she smiled sweetly at them.

“Oh yeah, just uh, it’s just a picture of Fin from the first bath he took.” She said nervously.

“Oh let me see!” Y/N said enthusiastically.

Sam quickly pulled up a picture to show her and mal and they both gushed over it quietly.

After a lot of debate and only a little bit of yelling, it was decided we would watch Monster’s inc. A Pixar classic.

While we weren’t sure how well the next few weeks would go for our youngest teammate, we all vowed to do whatever it took to show her that we would always be there for her, and that we would be the family that she had always been looking for.

//

THE END

This ending was awkward, and i overall don’t really like how this turned out. But hopefully it was decent.

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|No Mercy Rants| Rant post: Profily, the puppeteer and hiding from the truth

AND ANOTHER ONE DOWN, AND ANOTHER ONE DOWN, ANOTHER ONE BITES DA DUST- /ref

Anyways, hello, lads, lassies, fellow letter mafiosos and attack helicopters, since this is my THIRD rant on this blog, I decided to make a series out of it called the ‘No Mercy Rants’, which is a play on Undertale’s ‘No Mercy Run’. Now, to stop myself from further digressing, I’ll put in a disclaimer. (I know that PAF was done to death at this point, but bear with me- T^T)

(Disclaimer: This rant will be discussing topics of harassment and theft. If you’re not a fan of these topics, then please click off and view something else. Do NOT harass anyone mentioned, as I don’t want yous to stoop to PAF’s level. All of the testimony is screenshotted with the users’ consent.)

Now, the next one on the chopping block is @profily-and-friends, which I’ll refer to as PAF for short. So, let’s start from the beginning. In around August, 2023 (I was on my summer holidays, btw-), PAF had started posting several artworks that have been stolen from Twitter (or X, as Elon Musk puts it. Such an eejit-), Deviantart, Tumblr, and other sites. Somewhere around that time, maybe later, @knighttobreath, a user on Tumblr, started the spree of crediting the stolen art to their respective artists. This is where the drama and the beef began…

Now, a few months later, @akalikestodraw, a mutual of mine, was harassed multiple times by PAF because she ‘allegedly stole her art’. Now, take note that this is false, and that Aka has made amazing artwork on her own. She was also accused of tracing artworks. There’s also been asks sent to other users, like @justapplenothinghere, @galaxy-brushs-posts, and many other users, telling them to cancel Aka. Fortunately, no one took the steps to cancel Aka. They instead supported her. PAF told @wowwzaaxei-aster, that Aka was deactivating her account (also false). I’ve interviewed Aka on the matter, and she sees this as them trying to pin the blame on her. All of this had happened on her birthday. (Wow, that’s a shitty way to celebrate one’s bday… ) This whole thing made Aka, and her partner worried, and I’d be worried too, if I was in her place.

Another sin that PAF has committed was the harassment of other artists, requesting them to draw Profily with multiple asks, presumably using alternative or burner accounts, otherwise known as ‘sock puppets’. For some unfortunate artists who fulfil said requests are met with harsh criticism from PAF that they drew Profily ‘incorrectly’. They even get upset when their request is ignored, spamming the artists’ inboxes. I’ve seen them and their sock puppets interact with some of my posts, and the only criticism that I had from them was asking where were the other algebraliens when I made the Eight as Sans post. (In my defence, I was lazy af, and I had school shit going on).

Now, another thing I’d like to mention is that they’ve tried to cancel @talkingteardrop, another mutual of mine. There was a conversation between PAF and their sock puppets about how TD was ‘allegedly racist’, (another false claim) because they ignored PAF (I smell insane troll logic here-). They even claimed that they and TD were ‘best friends’, which they weren’t. (That pissed me off the most, as assholes in my school claimed that they were my friends, even though they’re not.)

Now, as the drama goes on, it becomes even more apparent that PAF is a manipulative puppeteer who’ll harass others to get what they want. They actively hide from the truth and tries to bend the narrative as to how they see it. Their actions have real life impacts, as it has made people feel terrible and having anxiety about going on with their business.

With that said, “What the fuck do we do now..?” Welp, for starters, block every single alt and sock puppet PAF has and report them all for harassment and art theft. Do NOT engage with them, just for your own mental health and to not waste your time and energy on them. (The fact that they use sock puppets reminds me of ZR0finix).

Make sure to drink plenty of water, get plenty of sleep and stay determined, lads. It hurts me to see that people like PAF are making this much trouble in our little community on Tumblr. (I guess my work on rants will never be done-)

Evidence under the cut-

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Knighttobreath's testimony

Talking Teardrop's testimony

Aka's testimony

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BLCD Review: Ikigami & Donor

Title: Ikigami to Donor (イキガミとドナー)

Author/Artist: Yamanaka Hiko

Shop: CD + Manga

Release Date: 2021/12/03

Cast: 

Nakajima Yoshiki x Saitou Souma

Yamashita Seiichirou + Kawanishi Kengo

Kobayashi Chiaki

Yashiro Taku

Komada Wataru

Hayashi Miho

Shiozaki Tomohiro

Higa Ryosuke

Abe Ryouma

Torashima Takaaki

Oota Kensuke

Nakashima Takuya

Fujita Mami

Miyama Mari

Souya Kazuki

Synopsis: 

"Your blood and flesh, all of it is mine." An ikigami and a healer, together their souls support each other, blooming into love...

In the distant future, ordinary teacher Yoshino learns that he is a "donor" for the strongest species, the "ikigami." These warriors are tasked with protecting the country. "The unique ability of a donor is to use their bodily fluids to heal ikigami." Yoshino learns this fact and is shocked. Thus, Yoshino is forced to live with Kidou... At first, he is like a beast, demanding Yoshino's bodily fluids, but slowly, the underlying loneliness begins to show...

"Someday, if I met a donor, could they come to love me? That thought is the only reason I survived..."

Review Proper

I can’t believe Yamanaka Hiko’s been terrorizing me for over twelve years now. OH MY GOD I’M SO OLD. And true to the Yamanaka Hiko brand, this turned out to be another fantasy masterpiece (read His 500 Years of Suffering Romance). This was definitely the type of thing that would do great even without the BL aspect of it. Now, I did have an issue with Kidou being an asshole (he's almost killed Yoshino more than once), so I’m not excusing it. But I do get how and why he turned out to be like that and I'm aware that it's important for his character development. The world-building was great, don't get me wrong, but it's definitely dubcon 2015. I would strongly advise you not to get into it if that's a deal breaker for you.

Anyway, onto the voice work.

Souma used a tone so close to Gucci's that I kept imagining Gucci being Yoshino. Yes, I didn't read the manga while listening to the BLCD. It was like after graduating Karasuno, Gucci went on to become a teacher, then a donor lmao. His Yoshino panics more like Honda-san, however, so my final verdict is that his Yoshino is half-Gucci, half-Honda-san.

This isn't Nakajiki and Souma's first rodeo, but I'm glad to say that their performance/dynamic here is different from Mikeneko and XL Size. I expected Kidou to be a mix of Amano and Anaconbayashi-kun 'cause the former was cocky and the latter was stoic, but Kidou was only 50% of that mix and 50% brooding, suffering, I'll-protect-you top. Am I even making any sense? Again, I listened to the BLCD first, but the sound direction they gave Nakajiki was very different from what I thought he'd sound like after I read the manga. It’s almost like what happened with OnoD’s expressive Hasebe-kun in the Kotonoha BLCD vs the more stoic Hasebe-kun in the manga. 

The voice work of our two leads was 👌. This might just be my fave out of their pairings 'cause the sex isn't over-the-top like XL Size and Mikeneko. I will say that I wasn't completely sold on Yamashita Seiichirou as Shibata-san 'cause I feel like he speaks too slowly, but I'm sure it'll grow on me by the time I listen to their spin-off. KawaKen was fine. My heart broke for him every time Shibata-san rejected him, so it's safe to say he's got Taki-kun down already.

Oh. I did have a slight issue with the sfx too. Why was it so watery??? Lmao. Even r18 otome cds aren't that wet. But it's not so glaring that it'll turn you off.

The BLCD was almost perfectly accurate to the manga. I highly recommend this to those learning mid to higher levels of Japanese. Futekiya has licensed volumes 1 & 2, so please try to support the official release if you can. I'd be lying if I said that I agree with how they translated it so... literally?, but I think it's also important to see how things are translated that way if you're aiming to dip your toes into translation aside from studying the language. For example, they used "Living God" throughout the manga instead of "Ikigami." It's correctly translated, but I personally prefer retaining the original title. You know, like how Viz uses "Kaiju no. 8" instead of "Monster no. 8?"

God knows if I'll ever survive the spinoff that I wanted to work on. I avoided talking about it for a reason lmao. Anyway, if y'all liked this, then please give 500 Years (Ono Yuuki x Suzuki Tatsuhisa) and Shortcake no Ichigo Sawaranaide (Nojima Hirofumi x Takeuchi Ken). These two are android bls and Ikigami to Donor is more guide bl, but they both share a futuristic vibe.

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WHICH BL CHARACTERS MAKE UP YOU?

This is a fun one! Tagged by LOTUS-SOUP-POT. Anyone who wants to play should, just copy & paste! 

My mind is like: 

Loves tiny drama monkeys, top of class, smart and annoyed by those who aren’t or don’t try. Will support your artistic endeavors but is practical about it. Surrounds self with people completely unlike me. 

I drink like: 

Particualrly Tine, I become a lovable idiot. And I do fall down a lot and get overly flirty.  

I dance like: 

I also dress like Pavel. I own everything he’s wearing in this gif, except the bucket hat (I prefer the baseball or beanie). 

I sing like: 

I will try if you make me, but better for everyone if I dance. 

I work like: 

Total workaholic, I love it but also I feel obligated to do it as part of my core identity and responsibility to my friends and family. 

I like to eat like: 

I love snacks, I have no will power, I eat everything, I like everything. Fortunately I never eat very much. And I also love taking people out and feeding them. Most of my ent expenses are meals. 

I am a friend like: 

Boss of most of them and bossy about it, usually leading the charge, interfering and invested in their love lives, in STEM, works too hard and studies too much, popular mean kid, tiny bit of a chaos muffin, tiny bit evil, very over protective and worries a lot about friends. 

I am/would be a parent like: 

TERRIBLE, likely to abandon any children, but somewhat wise if you find me as an adult. 

I love like: 

Grumpy, tsundere, earnest if I care, squishy center, never loses icy exterior, will freeze out everyone if hurt, probably will take advantage of you if you stick around, but there are rewards if you enjoy someone else in charge. 

I fall in love like: 

Kicking and screaming and really annoyed by the whole process. I am also almost always the first to leave a relationship. 

I could see myself becoming obsessive over a love like: 

I don’t get obsessive over people, only fandoms. 

My most significant love has been with a: 

Friend (friends last longer than lovers and I am unflaggingly loyal and supportive to those I have identified as MINE) 

Feel free to play the game! 

Others are also welcome to play, please tag me, so I can see the answers

(This questionary is cribbed from a Reddit post. All credit to the amazing u/Academic_Purple_84)

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Tainted Reflections- CH 14

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Hidden Hope

Warning: This chapter contains Blood, Violence, Spiders, Claustrophobia, Mentions of Weaponry, Disturbing Imagery.

Special Note: Thank you all with your patience with this chapter. This one is EXTRA special, because I have two very fun things to share with you all! I got two commissions done by some very talented artists! I'm so happy with them, I look at them all the time! One is of Ikito and the other is a nearly perfect rendition of my horrid sin-eater creation. I'll put the photos at the very end of this post, so those who don't wish to see can skip that part altogether. However, if you don't mind a little bit of disturbing monster imagery, please check out the art! The artists put their love into it, I can tell! Thank you all again, for enjoying and supporting this little story of mine. Now, without further ado...

As Always, Read Safely.

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“I found one.” 

There was a strange mix of sensations as your stomach lurched at the sudden voice but also stopped churning with relief. Beel stepped back inside the house, shutting the door behind him to stave off the assault of the cold. Snow fell off of his shoes and created small piles in the doorway. He took one look at you and frowned at your pacing, but you couldn’t help yourself. He’d gone outside. Alone. No amount of arguing or begging convinced him to let you go with him. Even after you explained that the creature– the sin eater– was still out there. Blinded, injuries or not, you had the nagging suspicion you all weren’t safe from the thing. 

You halted your worried walking and approached him. “You did? Did you go inside? Was there food?” 

At the mention of food, Beel looked off to the side, almost as if he was thinking about what it would be like to be having a wonderful meal at Hell’s Kitchen right now. God, wouldn’t that be wonderful? The pains in your stomach were nearly enough now to drive you to your knees, and it seemed to almost be getting worse every minute that passed. You were starving to death. The demon of gluttony could almost sense this, glancing away from you with a pained look in his eye. “It’s…locked.” 

A little bit of hope sank. “But, you could just tear off the doors, couldn’t you?” Magic or not, there weren’t very many things that could keep a determined Beel away. You’d seen him punch his way through rock before. 

The demon turned his head back at you and shook it. “I tried… There’s…some weird magic keeping me from even touching it. None of my magic will work either, no matter how hard I try…” Poor thing looked defeated. 

“Demonic magic doesn’t work here.” You touched his arm gently, trying to reassure him that he was doing his best, that it wasn’t his fault. “Which means…” You stood up straighter and reached a hand out for the door only to have a hand wrap around your wrist. There were many words that Beel wanted to say, but he kept silent. Although, you knew from just the look on his face that he was almost pleading with you not to go outside. The worry for your safety shuddered throughout his body, his fingers trembling, tightening around you before loosening, worried about squeezing you too tightly. “This place doesn’t seem to have a problem with humans. I…have a feeling I can get inside.” 

Judging by the expression on his face, he knew you were right. He believed in you with his whole soul. However… “The sin eater is still out there. I can’t let…” It seemed he didn’t even want to utter the possibilities, as if mentioning them would manifest them into existence. He couldn’t take any risks. Both he and Belphie had skirted around talking about the sin eater, and you couldn’t help but wonder why. Sure, it was monstrous and essentially a living nightmare, but you were sure the twins had seen worse in the Devildom. Hadn’t they? Together, there was little they were afraid of. Although with this thing…there was more than just fear in their faces. It’s as if…between the creases in their skin, you could catch a glimpse of guilt. 

“Tell me…” You spoke softly, breaking the silence after a moment, turning your head to glance towards the door as if you could look past the wood. “What…is it? What’s a sin eater?” Even after the question left your lips, you found yourself wondering if you truly wanted to know the answer. On one hand, you never wanted to think about the thing again, much less learn more about it. But…you hated being left in the dark, knowing that everyone around you knew more than you did. You didn’t want to be soft. Coddled. Protected like you were some fragile little human that couldn’t take a bit of terrifying information. Yes. You wanted to know. 

Beel’s hand lifted your wrist, feeling the pulse of your heartbeat. Then his touch dropped. He lifted his head a little, looking generally in Belphie’s direction, the guilt tearing a new shred into his heart. His feet shifted over the ground, the last bit of snow melting off his shoes, little puddles on the floor. After a moment of anxious silence, his head nodded, as if he was accepting the truth himself. “It’s a weapon.” The curve of his back pressed against the wall of the small entryway. He rubbed his hands together, touching his wrists and feeling the lines in his palms in the way he usually did when he was lost in thought and stressed. “For the war…back when we were angels.” That’s where the guilt came from. “Demons have a natural ability to destroy. Angels counter that with the talent to create. It keeps things in balance. So…the Celestial Realm found itself overwhelmed quite a few times by the Devildom’s sheer power. So, weapons were created to assist us in the war.” 

Your teeth gently bit down on the inside of your cheek as you thought about it. “So, that’s why it targets demons specifically.” Like Belphie…and that demon who served as inspiration– plagiarization– for Ikito’s likeness. 

“It’s their only purpose…” Beel shook his head a little, clearly disturbed at this creature and the mere fact that it existed. “They’re only alive in the sense that they can be killed, but in every other sense, they’re only a tool to hunt. They don’t have emotions. They don’t procreate. They don’t sleep. They don’t even need to eat to live, they just consume demons to…ensure that they’re thoroughly dead…Soul, body, and all.” Beel’s body twitched and lurched slightly, as if he was about to be sick, but he kept himself from doing so. “Lucifer said there were many things that led him to questioning Father, but the first time I ever saw him speak back to Father to His face was when the Sin Eaters were made. Lucifer hated them. Said they were abominations. That we would all be weak if we were to hide behind them to win the war. His pride was ever so strong even back then.” The thought of Lucifer brought a little bit of color back to his face. Beel looked up to him so much. “After the war between realms ended, it was agreed between both worlds that to better keep the peace, the sin eaters should be destroyed. And so they were…or they were supposed to be…but…” 

Clearly one still existed. At least, you hoped there was only one. “Belphie and I injured it. Took off its…face…mask…thing.” The memory made you queasy, but a bit proud in a twisted sort of way. “They don’t…regenerate, do they?” 

Beel’s eyes flickered in his head as he thought. “I don’t think so. They don’t have any magic of their own. All the magic they have is contained in the sigils they are given by the angels.” A little bit of hope and relief sparked in you, but for some reason, Beel didn’t seem to react the same way. “It’s how they ‘see’. They scan for demonic energy and don’t stop until it’s gone.” 

“So it is blind then? Isn’t that a good thing?” Surely it had to be…

“I…I don’t really know about them too much. I never…liked the idea of being eaten.” That had always been known to you. There had been many nights where Beel awoke from nightmares, haunted by the idea of being devoured by the very meals he consumed without a second thought. Although, now it seemed that this fear originated far before he was even known as Gluttony. “Even though I was an angel when they were used, they…terrified me. Belphie would know more…” Beel’s voice went a little softer before he straightened his shoulders. “But I’m worried…that since it can’t tell what’s demonic or not…” 

The realization came to you, another coil winding into your stomach. “It’ll destroy anything…indiscriminately.” Which meant you no longer had your immunity. One step forward and one step back at the same time like it always was in this infuriating place. It could be rampaging and tearing down anything in its wake. Which Beel knew. Hence why he was now so worried about you leaving the house, even if you were only taking a few steps away from its walls. Not to mention, you both had no idea what was lying underneath the house. For all you knew, it could be a trap. Then again, traps were hardly ever sealed. Risks had to be taken. Especially when survival was involved. You took a deep breath in, almost as if you could eat the air, trying to fill your stomach with anything it could get. “I don’t think the creature is around the house, Beel. And…I think I’m the only one that can open the cellar door.” 

His jaw clenched. He knew this was coming. He knew you would be stubborn enough to not change your mind. “Then I’ll come out with you.” 

“Stay with Belphie,” you suggested, a little smile coming to your face, one surprisingly confident. “I don’t think he should be left alone.” On top of that, this place didn’t seem very forgiving of demons. Beel could be in danger down there. 

Another choice. Torn again between two people he cared about. You could see the torment behind his eyes. You had to shake your head and quickly wrap your arms around his waist. “I’ll be careful. If I’m not back in ten minutes, you can come out to get me.” The warmth of his body washed over you and soaked into your skin. You pulled away from him and shrugged the disheveled but now-dry coat tighter over your shoulders. “Ten minutes.” 

“Ten minutes…Or if anything feels wrong,” he whispered, as if finally agreeing. “It’s around to the right.” 

Another step back was taken before your hand wrapped around the chill metal of the door handle. You glanced at the worried Beel before opening the door. The air outside was just as cold and unforgiving as you remembered it being. Although, the silence was a surprisingly welcoming fact. The absence of noise meant the absence of any unwanted monsters. You turned your head to nod at Beel. “I’ll be back,” you said with as much comfort and assurance as you could muster. Hopefully, you’d be back with food. Anything you could get your hands on would seem like a heaping feast. The gentle smile on your face faded as the door shut between you two. 

Beel’s footsteps were clear in the snow around the house, showing you the pathing he had taken. Turning to the right, you stuck close to the walls of the house as you searched for the cellar doors. Luckily for you, Beel had done most of the work. The two doors sticking up slanted above the ground were exposed, two piles of disturbed snow by them. The doors had more than likely been hidden, buried under the frozen white until Beel dug them free. You approached the doors hesitantly, trying to be cautious but not allowing the fear to cripple your movement. As you got closer, you outstretched a hand, slowly motioning to grab the handles to the entrance. A barrier was there, you could feel it. An invisible ripple of magic meant to keep demons at bay. But for you…You could feel your body pass through it. It was an odd sensation, like breaching a thick film settled on the surface of liquid. Your fingers wrapped around the little u-handles before you pried the doors open. They creaked, the screams from the aged hinges nearly making you sweat despite the cold. Too loud. Once it seemed like the sound settled, you glanced down into the darkness. A single wooden handrail trailed downwards on your left side. The first five steps were illuminated…the rest were cast in shadow. The first step you took was made subconsciously. The rest were forced, your willpower overcoming your body’s natural aversion to the unknown. Your palm wrapped around the handrail, your other pressing against the rocky uncut stone wall for extra support. A single breath. A moment of calm. Down you went. 

Crack, creak, groan. Snap, slam, moan. It felt as if everything and nothing was happening all at once. The boredom brought him to tears. Or perhaps it was simply all this dust. Mountains of dust. Endless layers of grime. Time had suggested that these things were stored here to be forgotten, and yet here they were, kicking up things that should've been left to settle still. Box after box after box. Each one left Asmo more frustrated than the last. There was nothing here. This was a waste of time. He should be…with MC! Or with his other brothers! Doing something productive! He knows he's here to help keep Satan's head on his shoulders, to use his keen eyes to sift through the details and find the imperfections, but he can't take this anymore! It’s all off! It doesn't help him any that Satan keeps fluttering off somewhere, muttering to himself, no longer focused on the task at hand. Ever since his brother found that small blood trail, the demon of wrath seemed distant, distracted, lost in his own mind trying to solve a question that no one asked. It seems more like they’re following some wild goose chase now, Satan walking around in circles, chasing dead ends. 

There was some sort of haze in the warehouse, and Asmo wasn’t entirely sure if it was the mind-numbing repetitiveness of cracking open a crate to find nothing inside or if it was something else. It seeped into his skin, a creeping feeling crawling up his back. Perhaps Satan was feeling it as well, which is why his brother kept returning to that one aisle to stare at the same drops of blood over and over and over again. Obsessed. As if observing it for a twentieth time at a different angle in a different light would reward him with a different answer. 

The demon of lust sighed heavily, reaching into his pocket to pull out his D.D.D. to check the time. Just exactly how long had they been at this now? How long before they could go home and reconvene with the others? It felt…lonely out here. His brothers were a rowdy, exhausting bunch, but he wanted to be home, listening to people shout each others names down the hall, hearing the frantic footsteps of people chasing each other through the House. As soon as the screen to the device lit up, a large black and red spider skittered across his phone and onto the back of his hand. Asmo shrieked, jumping back and dropping his phone at the same time. With a flick of his wrist, Asmo sent the spider across the room with a shudder. It seemed unfazed, crawling across the floor and up the wall, slipping through a gap near the ceiling.

“That’s it!” The fifth-born felt the air around him grow warm as he had half a mind to blow the rest of this warehouse to bits. His palms ran over the entire length of his body, brushing off every inch of his clothes. It was as if he could almost feel more of those things moving across his body, but it was simply paranoia. His chest felt tight, and despite the roof of the warehouse looming overhead, the building felt like it was shrinking, getting smaller, threatening to trap him in one of these little empty crates. Every breath, every moment his heart pounded in his chest, it seemed to make the environment more crowded. 

At this, a few rapid steps were heard before the bright blonde head of Satan cropped up at the end of the aisle. “What’s wrong? What happened? Did you find something?” 

“No!” Asmo spat a bit, his voice nearly cracking. “We’ve found absolutely nothing here but blood and dust and bugs and dead ends! Stuck in this cruddy cramped building with no way out and–” Before he could continue, Satan seemed to be over at his side, gripping the sides of Asmo’s arms, snapping him out of it. 

“You’re not trapped, Asmo. Do the walls feel like they’re closing in?” Satan wondered, a knowing look in his eye, to which Asmo nodded. Satan hummed. “Then go outside and wait for me. I’ll finish up here and then we can leave. I think we have enough information for Diavolo.” Satan let him go after a moment, taking a step back and giving his brother a simple nod and a slightly awkward pat on the shoulder. 

The fifth-born lowered his head a bit, a deep frown crossing over his lips. Asmo had been the one not too long ago to keep Satan from freaking out, and now here he was, doing the same. Maybe that’s why Diavolo insisted they all move in groups. There was something in the air, something planting itself in all of them that would drive most demons mad. They needed the support of each other to make it through this. That’s how it’s always been… Even when his brothers can’t stand each other…they needed to be together. Asmo took in a deep breath, rubbing his hand where the accursed arachnid crawled over his skin. He nodded, paused to think and then nodded again. “Okay…if you’re sure. Don’t take too long,” he encouraged, taking a little step back away from Satan as he felt his wings flutter. 

Before he fully realized it, he was outside, taking the clear air into his lungs as if he’d been close to drowning. It felt better out here. Sure, he might’ve had the teensiest bit of claustrophobia, but it…seemed like there was more to it than that. The longer he was in there, the more the building itself felt like it was dangerous, and Asmo didn’t know why. He just knew he would be better off anywhere other than here. Satan didn’t have the same issue. If anything, it appeared to Asmo that the building was luring his brother deeper in. Little clues and hidden secrets that spun Satan’s curiosity on an endless loop. Actually, the more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed, especially as the crisp air seemed to clear his head. Was there…magic in the air?... 

Snap. The sound of a broken twig caused Asmo to whirl around, his heart in his throat. Suddenly, the space around him seemed too quiet. The small hairs on the back of the demon’s neck stood up on end as his eyes scanned the surroundings. Another demon? Someone they missed? A member of the council? Asmo’s heart stopped, but then he shook his head, his hair coming loose from its proper placement. No…no, he would be able to tell if it was one of them, and why would one of them come all the way out here anyway? He’d be done with this little pest and then wait more for Satan. Asmo took a step forward, fingers curved as his already sharp nails grew into knife-like claws. Off in the distance, a shadow moved from tree to tree, hiding their shape behind the trunks. There. With a steady breath, Asmo raced forward to where he saw the figure, curving around the trees and burying his nails deep inside. But…there was no one. No sound of footsteps, no warmth of a body in his grasp, just splinters digging into the pads of his fingers. 

Asmo took another step back, his eyes narrowing at the marks he had made in the tree. Confusion flooded his mind. Had he seen things? No…his eyes wouldn’t lie, would they? He saw someone, he did! They must’ve just snuck off… They were still around here somewhere… Asmo’s chest heaved silently, a thin veil of panic stretching over him. This was fine… This should be fine. Just some random lesser demon to take care of…right? Then why was his gut squeezing? Why was the air feeling thicker with each breath? The space around him wavered like the human world did when the sun was scorching down on everyone. It warped around him, flicked at his feet. 

A hand grabbed Asmo’s neck from behind. 

The demon of lust spun around, a shrill little growl leaving the back of his throat as he went to swipe at whoever dared grab him! Then he stopped in his tracks, his nails returning to their usual length, his heart stopping once more as he nearly gouged his brother’s face. Asmo looked even more confused before the sensations he was feeling flooded out of him, replaced with frustration instead. “What the hell?!” He shoved his brother so harshly, the other demon fell to the ground. “I thought…” 

“You thought…what?” There was a hint of a sneer in his face. 

With one hand on his hip, Asmo sighed, his head tilting back as far as it could. Breathe. One…Two…Three… Then his attention snapped back to his sibling. “You know ‘what’! Don’t go sneaking around, especially with what’s going on!” One of his fingers pointed accusatory down at his little brother. “You shouldn’t be here anyway… Why are you here, Belphie?” 

The demon of sloth remained on the ground, lounging, too lazy to let himself get up. The fluffy end of his tail twitched. “The angels and MC were worried. We haven’t heard reports back from anyone yet. So I decided to check on you two since you’re the easiest to get to and all.” Belphie’s eyes stared off at nothing, but Asmo was acutely aware of the fact that he was being watched. He always knew when he was being watched, and he normally loved the attention, but… 

“That makes sense, I guess…” The older of the two rubbed his own arm in a self-comforting gesture. It worried him that no one else had reported back, but considering where his other brothers were heading, it made sense. Communication between them all would be rare… “Still, you didn’t have to scare me.” 

“Boo,” Belphegor laughed, finally rocking his body back and forth before he sat up on the ground. 

Asmodeus tutted softly, holding his hand out for his brother to take to get him to his feet. His little brother took it, standing up straight just to drape himself against his body. Asmo sighed, holding his brother’s torso in his arms. He felt comforted by the warmth of his brother’s body, although a little annoyed at having to drag him. “We’re waiting for Satan to finish up in there, and then we can just all go home together.” 

Belphie remained in his arms for a little while longer before standing up on his own and yawning. “Did you guys find anything?” 

At that, the demon of lust shifted awkwardly on his feet. “No. Nothing.” A tilt of the head. “Well, Satan thinks he found something. He’s gotten pretty obsessed in there…I’m a little bit worried he’ll never come out.” 

A heavy sigh left Sloth’s lungs, although Asmo noticed that the corner of his brother's mouth twitched. To anyone else, they wouldn’t have noticed, but to him, where body language was everything, it was blindingly obvious. It was almost as if his brother was amused. “That’s Satan for ya… He’ll get so caught up in the little details, he doesn’t notice the obvious right in front of him.” It was said in an admirable sort of way, with an undertone that left a small chill in Asmo’s bones. “It’s a good thing you were there for him. I can’t imagine what would happen if he were left by himself.” 

There was something…odd with the way Belphie was speaking. Asmo couldn’t outwardly place it. “Are you angry?” He asked. “Upset that you were left at home?” He took in another breath to speak, but he was cut off.

“No, I’m not upset.” The youngest brother stretched, his arms folded behind his head. “Actually, I think it was best that I was asked to stay at home.”

“Really?” Asmodeus couldn’t help but fold his arms a bit, shifting his weight to one leg. “You actually agree with Diavolo’s orders for once?” 

At the mention of the prince, Belphie rolled his eyes, his face dropping. “Maybe I had my own reasons for wanting to stay. I’m not just doing it because I was ordered to, alright?” 

That seemed much more like him, although Asmo had a hard time shaking away this abnormal feeling clinging to his back, like the spider was strolling along his spine. He looked over his shoulder, seeing a shift out of the corner of his eye, hoping it was Satan leaving the building. A rush of chilling fear pulsed through his veins as he looked away from Belphie and spun around. “It’s gone…” The warehouse… Satan…the building was no longer there. Satan! “Where did it…” A swirling mist seemed to lift up from the ground around his feet. The more Asmo took in the sight, the more it seemed less as if Satan had disappeared and more like he had. The clearing around him was not the same as it had been. The tree he had slashed behind him was nowhere to be seen… The marks he made couldn’t have vanished. His head spun. The environment kept shifting, like they were both moving without realizing it. Disoriented, lost, Asmo brought his hands to his temples. 

A comforting hand wrapped around Asmo’s arm, trailing up to his wrist, his hand. “Quit being so dramatic,” Belphie whispered. “Everything is exactly where it should be…” His brother reached into his own pocket, something shining in his hand, but Asmo didn’t have time to see what it was. 

All in an instant, his soul felt like it was being tugged from his body. Violently, he was strung along, whirling through empty darkness. At first, it felt as if he was being ripped in two directions, the feeling of Belphie’s hold still gripping his limbs. Two beings were fighting against him desperately, but one was much stronger than the other, or at least his pull was. After a few seconds, Asmo was back in himself, ready to shout. Before he could, a firm hand was planted over his mouth. Darkness surrounded Asmo, the only light coming from a very small hole near his waist. Lust’s arms were pinned to his sides to keep him from flailing about as heat from stale air and from another body pressed into his. The demon’s back smushed up against what felt like wood, his legs slightly bent as he was cramped into something. Which didn’t help his panic at all. Out of one bad situation and into another. Had he been saved or condemned? At the moment, he wasn’t sure. All he knew is that his chest felt tight. Constricted. However, a voice filled his ears. 

“Don’t freak out. Don’t make a sound.” The hand around Asmo’s mouth squeezed cautiously before letting him go. Solomon leaned back as much as he could, but there was little room to do so.

“Where-” Asmo squeaked, a little too loud for the sorcerer’s comfort, two hands clamping over the demon’s face this time. 

Solomon somehow managed to speak just above a whisper, so quiet, footsteps or perhaps even a breeze could drown out the sound. “Soon. I’ll explain everything in a second…Just stay still. Don’t panic.” 

Asmo had to gulp down his own fear, his hands shaking as he tried to think of what happened with Belphie before being summoned here. However, he found it difficult to get his thoughts straight as a cold sweat formed over his body at being stuck in what he was assuming was a small box. Well, small for two people at least. He couldn’t even find it in him to make a joke about how close he and Solomon were at the moment. Silence. More silence. His pact-mate continued to force him to stay still, but Asmo was starting to lose it. However, soon they both heard a noise. A high pitched and sharp sort of clacking. Asmo instantly knew it was the sound of heels on a hard surface. The steps were perfectly even, sounding strikingly similar to the steady ticking of a clock. The steps got closer and closer before the crate that Asmo and Solomon were inside was shifted, slightly lifted before they both got the sensation they were being moved. Asmo held onto the fabric around Solomon’s arms, his eyes squeezing shut even though he couldn’t see anything anyway. A door opened. More walking. Another door. More walking. They were being moved from one spot to another for a long time, taking very few turns until finally the walking stopped and a voice was heard. 

“Set it over there with the others.” The tone was deep and beautiful, much like Asmo would think Lucifer’s was, but this voice was practically empty. There was no life to it at all. No rise and fall of the pitch, just one tone all the way through. Almost artificial in nature. The voice was familiar, even though the demon of lust desperately wished it wasn’t. 

The crate settled on the ground, the heels moving away from them. A latch was shut and a lock was rattled. A minute passed. Then another minute. After Solomon was beyond certain they were alone and the owner of the voice was far gone, he dropped his hands. Asmo took the time to grab the sorcerer’s shoulders, shaking him a little, tears almost dotting his eyes. “Where are we Solomon?!” We have to get back! Satan was still back there…with Belphie. Something was wrong with Belphie…

The human shushed Asmo a little, the sound of wood creaking a bit as Solomon pressed his hands up towards the top of the box. A little magic glowed, flowing through the wood and dissipating. The gentle clanking of metal hitting the ground followed shortly after, the nails prying themselves free from the other side. Light soon shone through as Solomon slowly lifted up the lid to the crate, silently setting it on the floor, standing up as the bones in his knees and back popped. Solomon groaned softly in pain. How long had he been in here for?... The sorcerer pressed a single finger to his lips again, his normally bemused expression coldly serious this time. “We’re not safe here…” He warned. “I’m sorry to summon you like this. I wouldn’t under normal circumstances, but… I need your help.” He took Asmo’s hands in his own, pulling the demon up, freeing him from his compact prison. “The angels are in serious danger… They’re with Alastor.”  

Old wood creaked. Each plank tempted to snap. Even frozen time couldn’t save them from the elements. Or, perhaps they had simply been ancient to begin with. Each step was taken with care, both hands digging into their supports, the pad of the foot finding security before the heel followed. Although, misfortune tends to strike even with extreme vigilance. One of the steps before you was coated in a thin layer of ice. As your toe cracked its surface, you slipped. A stumble. A gasp. Luckily, your firm grasp on the rail and your survival instincts kept you from falling. Snapping your neck by falling down stairs after all you had been through was not the way you wanted your story to end. Not after all this. You clung to the rail, taking in a deep breath as your blood pounded past your ears. Then you noticed a tingling itchy feeling in the palm of your hand. The sharp stone wall had sliced your skin. It seemed like a fairly shallow wound, although you could tell even in the dim nearly non-existent light that it was bleeding. Beel would scold you, surely… Perhaps you deserved it for failing to bring a source of light with you. You’d become so accustomed to simply pulling out your D.D.D. whenever you needed it… Ah well, nothing to do about it now. Your vision was slowly acclimating anyway.  The decaying steps suddenly came to an end, your foot feeling the shift in support and texture even under the sole of the boots you were wearing. Still apprehensive, you reached out with your leg, making sure there wasn’t another step down or a gap. Solid ground. You sighed a bit, taking a second to breathe after your fumble before you let go of the handrail. First part over. The easiest part, most would say, and you were already winded and wounded. 

Amidst the darkness, you could make out the outline of something directly in front of you. Another door. Feeling around for a doorknob, you found instead a sliding latch. It unlocked with a swift tug, clunking as it did so. Then the door seemed to swing ajar on its own. Loose hinges or a shift in the air… certainly that’s all it was. With a nudge of your knee, the door opened further, almost shuddering at your touch. It was as if it was surprised it was being moved at all. The scent of old wet dirt permeated your senses. It caused your nose to crinkle a bit, but did not deter you. Mindful of the potential dangers, you took very short and quiet steps inside the room. It was nearly a shuffle, your feet afraid to lift too far up the ground with your limited sight. Sensing your presence, the faint puffing sound of a flame ignited the weary wick of a candle not too far in front of you. The sound and the sudden appearance of light made you gasp so harshly you choked on your own air. While you cleared the feeling from your throat, you took in the room. 

Just from a first glance, you had a feeling that the cellar wasn’t a danger to you. You could spot shelves lined up against the walls holding jars and bottles and refurbished milk-crates. A make-shift table was on your left side, made out of three barrels and a loose wide plank of wood. Much like the house, it had a feeling of…safety. Almost. You never truly felt secure here. However, it had a certain…aura about it. The closest thing you could connect it to were the safe rooms in plenty of Levi’s games. This home was cut away from the rest of this little world. Singrid’s haven, perhaps. This cellar felt much the same. Old and run-down, sure, but in that endearing sort of way. Like how one might feel walking into an antique shop or childhood house. 

The candle attempting to illuminate the room to its best ability sat in a brassy single candle holder. Its ivory wax was only about three inches in length, the little flame almost cocooned in a semi-transparent shell. It had been used, and for quite a bit. An odd detail for sure. Everything about this world gave off the sense that things were untouched and abandoned…but the candle was clearly used, almost burnt through. Someone had used it down here and quite frequently. You approached the ramshackle table and picked up the holder’s curved handle. Raising up your injured hand, you checked the damages. Blood filled in the lines and cracks in your hand, spider-webbing out in different directions, but already your wound seemed to be preparing to scab over. The warmth from the tiny flame started to drift over your numbing fingertips. With a source of light at your disposal, you moved around the underground space with a bit more confidence. 

Making your way over to one of the cellar’s many shelves, you nearly found yourself brought to tears. Food. Woven baskets contained various vegetables such as potatoes, carrots, beets, onions, and squash. Cloves of garlic and ginger were strung up here-and -there, typically dangling next to heads of cabbage and lettuce. Glass jars held more preserved foods. Tomatoes, pickles, peaches, water-glassed eggs. A carton even contained a bunch of oranges, their peels coated in a thick layer of wax to seal in the moisture. There were a few empty bottles scattered over the ground, but the few that were left on the shelves were full. Human alcohol. The caskets down here probably contained wine. This trip was well worth the risk. Hope raised back up in your chest. You wouldn’t starve, and perhaps this could give the twins some strength. All you could wish for now is that the magic that stopped time stopped the decay of this food. 

Just as you were about to turn to head back and tell Beel the good news, something stuck out to you. Or rather, you should say, something was sticking out of the wall. Near the back of the cellar, adjacent to bags of grains and barrels of booze, was a dagger, much like the one you were holding on your hip now. Silver. Black leather tightly coiled around the hilt. About seven inches in length. The guard was a bit chunkier than you would see for most standard blades. It was about the shape of a trapezoid, an ivy pattern etched into the metal alongside a few characters from a language you could not read. The pommel at the end was oval, with two ends slightly flattened, a green stone inlaid inside, resembling an eye. Taking out the dagger from your belt loop, you compared the two. Almost a perfect match. Except, the letters on the guards were different, and the stone set in the one in your hand was blue. 

“Interesting…” you said aloud, raising the candle closer to observe. The weapon was sticking out of a small crack in the stone. Although, it seemed almost as if the blade was about to fall out…like the weapon had been inserted into a hole already made rather than being the cause. Tilting your head a bit, you slipped the dagger already in your possession back into the loop of your pants before using those same fingers to touch the other weapon. You didn’t grab it out, no. Perhaps you’d seen too many action movies where pulling at something so obvious like this would cause a door beneath your feet to drop you into a pit or send something crashing down upon your head. So, rather, you touched the pommel with your fingers and settled the blade deeper inside the wall. Metal scraped against stone, causing a discomforting feeling in your teeth. 

At first, nothing happened, but then, the green stone softly glowed. Emerald light blinded your eyes as a line of magic rushed and flowed through the wall, tracing a little line along the outside of the stone in the wall. It moved up and around and back down again before a hearty thunk echoed through the chamber, rattling some of the dust free from the ceiling. The section of the wall suddenly swung open. A hidden door…to a secret room? Raising the candle out in front of you, you poked your head through. 

Even though it was dim, you could easily notice that this little room was vastly different. More well kept. The material under your feet was smoothed out with wooden flooring rather than dusty stone. Displays adorned the walls, some with their own protective glass covering. The middle of the small room had an actual table in it, professionally made with a dark finish. Papers and letters were scattered over the table, most if not all with the same magic imbued into it like the one you read to Belphie earlier. Wooden mannequins held outfits and armor of different kinds. Most impressively, and what you couldn’t stop staring at, was the vast collection of weapons littered…everywhere. On walls, the table, some on the floor, as if the room was starting to run out of space for the amount of armaments. Swords, morning-stars, clubs, axes, hatchets, halberds, bows, crossbows, knives, mauls, maces, shields. You name it, it was there. There was a strange mix of awe and unease within you. This was…a trove of promise. A miracle. Something you had been hoping for. You could protect yourself now. With this…perhaps there was a chance of getting out of here. Of fighting your way to freedom. And although you had a deep fondness for demons, and you agreed with Diavolo’s plan to break the barriers between realms… you couldn’t help but smile a bit at the contents in the room. 

It had everything you needed- everything you wanted- to kill a demon. 

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[therealprismcat]

Pinned post yippee!!! (it’s been long enough I think)

I have a pronouns page which is just like a quick summary of everything but uh:

It’s clunky but I can’t be bothered to edit it so

I’m lesbian and girlflux, my main pronouns are she/her, I’m testing out he/him pronouns so if I suddenly decide nah I’ll just edit it. DO NOT USE IT/ITS OR THEY/THEM I don’t mind neopronouns, have a bit of fun with it

I am a Dee fictionkin!!! I like to be called Dee!!! My name is also prism but I like being called Dee as a nickname!!!

My ao3 user is prismcat if u wanna check that out

I’m merely a minor (14) so if you’re weird then you will be boiled

dni freaks you know who you are (I can’t be bothered to type the entire thing out. if ur on the average dni list you’re on mine too) ZIONISTS GET THE FUCK OUT FREAKS INCLUDE YOU TOO

more specific and odd dni lists:

dee and mono haters dni

also six haters I’m a hardcore six apologist

henry miller apologists (fake ass villain apologists when a real “I can accept him as he is” comes at them) (does not apply to six little nightmares she’s done nothing wrong)

also on that note otto (little nightmares) apologists also dni. haven’t seen any yet but i keep a baseball bat by my nightstand just in case but. if you are an Otto little nightmares fan PLEASE interact I love that fucked up british man

people who erase canon queer sexualities/genders (ppl who claim Henry miller is straight are on THIN ICE but can interact)

people who genderbend queer ships, but specifically when you genderbend one of them so it’s straight. trans headcanons do not count and neither does making mlm/wlw or vice versa. only if u make it straight AND cis

hazbin hotel fans (if we’re already close or already mutuals dm me and I’ll decide the verdict… Isually I’ll let it slide if I consider us friends but I’m really uncomfortable with the show)

vivziepop supporters/defenders dni

people who victim blame noone in any way (????? freak)

That dni list was longer than I’d thought and I didn’t even type out the basic dni criteria

anyway before you follow:

I am a whimsical child and I require tone indicators to function or I will spend the rest of my life thinking you’re mad at me when ur just having a little laugh. A giggle. a bit of banter

I also do not mean to offend anyone!!! and you’ll know if I AM trying to be insulting because I am TERRIBLE at it. if I say something mean, just tell me, bc it wasn’t intentional

Henry fictionkin and KFF are on THIN ICE

I think that’s it tw I’m British so if I accidentally bring up horrible things that is British slang then shoot me/j

#pinned post #intro post

[leorawright]

hiii can i get a romantic genshin matchup please ☺️💖

she/her, heterosexual, taurus, estj, neutral good.

i’m very outgoing and extremely extroverted like my friends say. i’m the type of person that is always talking 😭 if you put me in a room with a stranger, the chances are extremely high that i end up befriending them (unless i feel like they don’t want to talk). but i get bad days too like other people and sometimes i just shut down and won’t talk unless spoken to.

while i am friendly, i also keep my circle small. i don’t have the ability to maintain a thousand of friendships so i have only a handful of friends that i am reallllyyyy close to.

i am very emotional and have the worst case of fomo. when i see my friends hanging out without me, i immediately feel like it’s the end of the world which is stupid and currently trying to resolve that. the way i cope is usually joining whatever org i can which makes me an extremely busy person at times.

i don’t get mad at people very often (i am easily annoyed though) and when i’m mad, i easily forgive but i /never/ forget.

i love discovering new music but my current favorite artists are phoebe bridgers and haim. i have a short-ass attention span when it comes to series and it’s been forever since i finished one. i’m more of a casual viewer, so i like movies better (especially romcoms)

what i don’t like is people who are extremely judgy and only see people negatively. it’s a pet peeve of mine when people are so quick to judge. i also hateeeee liver (although my mom encourages me to eat it bc i have iron deficiency…) but i love eating a mix of vegetables.

i’m a hopeless romantic by the way! i genuinely think that i won’t ever settle for any other than the tender and sweet kind of love. my love language are acts of service and quality time. i also really appreciate if someone listens to my ramblings tirelessly.

one of the things that i look for a partner is that he’s an active member of the community like me; it helps me see if he’s truly responsible. i also want him to care about his studies as much as i do and he should have a set goal in life. i want someone to have a direction in life, and knows that we shouldn’t be each other’s ONLY priorities.

i love to read fantasy and historical books. i also write whenever i’m on the mood and have time. one of my current obsessions is lord of the rings (which is weird bc i alr went thru an lotr phase when i was like… 6) AND I HAVE A PUPPY 🥹 i love her sm she’s so cute!!! i adore her sm and we spend time together through sitting on the floor and her laying her head on me 😭🥹

thank you smmm have a great day and take care of yourself 💖

I had a lot of choices but I've decided on...

Gaming!

He's definitely an active member in the community and gets along with about everybody

He's got a goal with wanting to become a Wushu dancer and he'd be delighted if you support his passion

He also supports your goals in life, and whatever you want to do, he'll help as best he can

His love language is acts of service so whatever you need help with, just tell him and he'll be at your side

He's not usually much of a reader, but if you have any suggestions, he'll happily read them and talk about them with you

Absolutely adores your dog as well and will sneak her treats all the time

#matchups #gaming x reader

[soradragon]

Could I please request a short imagine for The Hobbit? Because if so, how do you think Thorin, Fili and Kili would react to courting a sort of jack-of-all-trades Artist, who not only draws, but also writes, paints and is both a theatre actress and playwright. And what other members of the Company or Tolkien Characters in general would enjoy having a S/O whose just super into the Arts like that? Thanks, I love your blog!

Thank you for requesting! I hope it was worth the wait!

I’ve only written three because i went a bit out of hand with 2, I’ll see if I manage to write a part 2 with others so please bear with me.

Separate Thorin x genderneutral!reader, Kili x genderneutral!reader, Ori x genderneutral!reader

Warnings: some insecurities.

Check out my main masterlist if you liked what you read!

I have AO3 too!

Anyways! Enjoy^^

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Thorin

Thorin is very proud of your artistic skills. He boasts about you to his comrades often, especially Dwalin. The poor dwarf couldn’t seem to catch a break, having been forced to listen to his king’s lovestruck ramblings about you. Deep down Dwalin is very happy for his friend to have found love through all the hardships he had faced.

Thorin is very supportive of your work, hoping to be granted the permission to see what you're making. Wanting to watch the process and the final product of your creation. He secretly longs to help you in any way to make doing your hobbies easier. May it be a sculpture of stone - Thorin would gladly go into the mines to find the ideal material for your creation - or a painted picture of scenery, he’ll search high and low for the perfect view worthy to be painted on your canvas.

Thorin has definitely shown you the ropes of smithing. Wanting to share the artistics of his dwarven culture to you. He even holds your arms and hands gently as he guides you on what to do.

In short: Thorin is very proud of your artistic side. Loving to be a part of the process and watch you work. In return he wants to show you his own artistic side, making you all kinds of creations. Stemming from weapons to little things and jewelry. Thorin often boasts about how creative his lover is to others, puffing up his chest as he praises you.

Kili

Kili is a fellow who got curious with everything that either piqued his interest, or wasn’t familiar with. And that included whatever shape you were molding out of a hunk of clay - with those wonder hands of yours. It was impossible not to notice; seeing as how you were often occupied by this mysterious creation.

And Kili wanted to know more, but he didn’t dare to take a closer look or pry too far with his questions - hesitance caused by the ever dissuading unknown and the never ending scenarios of ‘what ifs’.

But then, the two of you got closer - and Kili got a crush.

He got bolder; wanting to become a part of your life, he spends as much time with you as possible.

He got greedier: Longing for a permanent place in your heart, he made you laugh and he listened to all you wanted to say.

He got clingier: Having a need to be near or touch you every waking moment.

He wanted your undivided attention.

And the only way Kili knew how; was to be a goof.

He'd drape himself over you, or would sit next to you if you were uncomfortable with the touch. He’d ask in a childish voice “whatcha doing?” All because Kili wanted to know more. And once he learned, he wanted to do it too.

Mostly to try and impress you. It was a valiant effort, but alas, Kili’s hands weren’t made for molding an animal out of clay.

Kili made sure you would never see his flunky attempt at a turtle to match the same one you made.

He would also drag you into every prank he schemed. Wanting to share everything he enjoyed with you. Pretty soon that crush went further than just the surface. Kili caught on fairly quickly that those feelings had taken root deep into his heart.

They were there to stay. And Kili welcomed it with open arms.

He decided to court you.

With a heavy heart Kili let his brother persuade him into making a hymn with his fiddle instead of making another attempt at molding clay.

After chickening out many times, Fili finally managed to kick Kili out of his procrastinating ass and serenade that dang hymn for you. Which he did in the house of beorn.

In short, Kili adores your handiness and your creations. He admires it greatly and wants to impress you by making matching creations. Sadly he's not as good - a good excuse for him to ask you to teach him your ways.

Ori

Ori had been a bit more hesitant - than Kili - in approaching you with his curiosities of what you're doing.

Whenever the company tracks through whatever area they are in; Ori would notice you further ahead of him. Muttering to no one in particular while articulating whatever it was you were saying with your hands.

Ori would notice you again when the camp’s been set up: He would be trying to concentrate on the notebook or knitting piece he's working on - by the campfire - instead of rudely gawking at you - his nose scrunches up at the thought of making you uncomfortable.

But regardless of whether it was improper or not; he finds his eyes wandering fleetingly towards you, time and time again. No matter how many times he had torn his gaze and redirected it at the project seated on his lap. One wrong move, or thought, and he would lose himself to the siren call that was you.

Watching you move about with your body in a graceful manner - Ori couldn't help himself but compare your grace to that of a butterfly, dancing around some colorful flowers.

Other times he would see you drawing in the dirt or on a scrap of parchment instead of reenacting certain scenes - Ori wondered if you were doing and creating a play by yourself.

Whatever you it was that you were doing; Ori's eyes constantly trailed towards you and your always moving hands and your expressive face. Taking everything in whenever he could. As if enchanted.

He couldn’t help it, honest!

There was just this certain allure to you that made overlooking you impossible. You were this bright light that shone so beautifully - one couldn't help but stop and stare.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, you let everything else fade in the background like paint being washed away.

And if someone were to ask Ori what you meant to him, he would - if he didn't go silent that same instant, curling into what Nori endearingly calls a ‘flustered oridillo’ - breathlessly whisper that you were royalty he would gladly worship with body and soul. That if you would let him; he would love to please whatever desire you had.

It flusters him greatly. Admitting his never-ending thoughts of you, filled with so much adoration and longing. Fantasizing about the way your hands would trail along his face. Or how it would feel to have your fingers move through his hair and play with it. And doing the same for you.

He knows he wants more than the fugitive glances he sends you and the brief chats the two of you share. But he dares not act on his desires for your attention. Dares not to approach in any way except the brief platonic contact you initiate.

The dreams, the fantasy, the hopes, they had to stay as they were: Just a dream only a fool could have - the ever obvious lack of a beard growing on his chin was a harsh reminder.

Instead of dwelling on what could have been, Ori had taken to putting his passion on paper; via written poems about you - confessing his innermost feelings - and sketches.

He would get lost in his longing and fantasies bit by bit while his pencils trail strokes of gray across the parchment.

Ori imagines being your private painter. Having been blessed with the honor of painting you - his enchanting muse. He couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of the bittersweet similarities between reality and the dreams his mind creates.

Star Crossed lovers with an affection that cannot be: A smitten painter and his muse. Stuck, longing for the other; while the muse poses, the painter paints with everything he got.

Alas, to Ori, there was no image he could sketch that would ever be able to come close to the real deal: The imperfect perfection that was you. It was your flaws and quirks that made you all the more endearing to him.

And it is for quite a time that Ori just dreams of what could be.

It is after a particularly difficult day that you ultimately dared to make a move where Ori did not. Approaching him first to get to know him.

It was a surprise to Ori, not an unpleasant one, quite opposite at that, but still a surprise.

But he couldn’t have been happier because of it.

The two of you had taken to each other quite fast, enjoying the company and interests you shared. Talking endlessly as you ate your meals around the fire.

After Ori courageously showed you a couple of his poems, you asked if he would like to make a play together. And Ori would have been a fool to reject such a request - especially a request from you.

You two worked on the play day and night whenever there was time to spare you would huddle together and brainstorm. And it is in the shared prison cell of Mirkwood where you acted out the play you two created.

In short, Ori is fascinated and enamored by the way you move your hands and the way you hold yourself when acting out a play. He can't help himself, and he just has to sketch you whenever his eyes find you. He woos you with the heartfelt and downright cheesy poems he writes for you. As the journey continues, and the two of you get closer with each day; Ori starts planning and - with the help of his brothers - preparing himself to present you the courting gift (he had created) once the journey has been completed and Erebor recovered from Smaug’s grasp.

Ori will court you like a devotee who worships their deity.

~~~~ Thank you for reading!!

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