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canary3d-obsessed · 9 months

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 39 part one

(Masterpost) (Pinboard) (whole thing on AO3)

Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Fight Exposition Club

Wei Wuxian hollers into the smoke, saying things to provoke Xue Yang, in the hopes that he’ll come fight properly, so Lan Wangji can shank him. Wei Wuxian is figuring out a new way to be a battle couple with Lan Wangji. Without flinging a lot of yin energy around he can’t fight back-to-back with him like they did during the Sunshot campaign, but he can use his mastery of tactics to bring enemies into range of Lan Wangji’s sword arm.

Xue Yang repeatedly sneaks up on Wei Wuxian, rolling natural 20s on his stealth checks even when he’s in extremely plain sight.

Come on, Wei Wuxian. Try harder.

They trade trash talk and Wei Wuxian points his flute a lot while Xue Yang tilts his head a lot.

(More after the cut!)

This scene is tedious but it does give Xue Yang a chance to explain his motivations and philosophy. Why do we need to know? Because he’s here to provide a contrast to Wei Wuxian. Notably, he says, of his massacre of the Chang clan, “since I want to kill that whole family in Yueyang, then I wouldn’t even leave their dog alive.”

As we get to know Xue Yang, he seems to be into murdering entire clans, and it’s easy to assume he picks them at random. But in fact, his killing of the Chang clan was his revenge for a grievance, and he waited until he earned Wen Ruohan’s permission before he embarked on his massacre. He’s not an uncontrolled spree murderer, despite talking and preening like one. His killing of Song Lan’s sect was also revenge for a grievance.

The problem with Xue Yang’s murderous tendencies isn’t that they are uncontrolled or random; it’s that he has no sense of proportion, and no mercy. Contrast this with Wei Wuxian, who went on his own revenge-driven killing spree, but even as he massacred the Wens at their corporate offices, he left Wen Qing alive. And once he’d killed those directly responsible for the massacre of the Jiang clan, he turned to actively saving other Wens.

Active Listening

Meanwhile, Lan Wangji’s fight coordinator is on a smoke break, so Lan Wangji has nothing to do for several minutes except turn around trying to see or hear something through the fog. He keep this move fresh by executing it in as many different ways as possible.

You’ve got the head turn with hair flip...

the “eyes first” head turn...

the fast head turn...

and the body turn while the head stays put.

Nailed It

After conversing through the mist for a while, Xue Yang decides he’s going to try to stick nails in Wei Wuxian, like those he used on Song Lan.

Wei Wuxian’s fight coordinator is taking a nap, so he just stands there helplessly while the nails come straight at him. Fortunately Wen Ning has some moves prepped, and he comes sailing in -- flying faster than two metal projectiles, which is a neat trick -- to intercept the nails.

He squeezes them to make sure they’re dead, and drops them as dramatically as possible.

Wei Wuxian gets in on the head-turning action for a bit, until he figures out that A-Qing is helping them.

A-Qing is even better at listening than Lan Wangji is, and she knocks her stick on the ground when Xue Yang is near her.

This allows Lan Wangji to throw Bichen right through Xue Yang’s chest.

Unfortunately, Xue Yang is busily stabbing A-Qing in the heart already.

Wei Wuxian runs over to A-Qing, but he’s too late...since she’s not a cultivator, the wound is fatal.

If you find the low camera angle and the lens distortion here familiar, there’s a reason for that.

Actually, the whole situation is familiar, isn’t it?

Right down to the white clothes and the pierced heart.

Sigh. At least A-Qing’s death was part of her own fight with Xue Yang, not someone else’s story. She put herself in harm’s way to use Lan Wangji as her weapon.

Lay Down Your Arms

Speaking of pierced hearts, I feel like Xue Yang’s chest wound should be bleeding at least as much as his mouth is bleeding, but what do I know?

Xue Yang goes to attack Wei Wuxian, hollering as he does it. At least I think he’s targeting WWX; the blocking in this scene is confusing. Anyway, this gives Lan Wangji the opportunity to do the greatest fight move of his entire career.

He throws Bichen at Xue Yang, severing his arm in such a way that the arm spins around and hits Xue Yang with his own sword.

Fuck Yeah Hanguang-Jun!

Note: if you like Xue Yang’s fight scenes as much as I do, check out my fanvid over here.

Now I’ve Gotta Turn My Back on You

Once Xue Yang is unable to fight, Su-She-in-a-mask appears, initially trying to rescue him.

Su She goes to grab XY’s shoulder to teleport him out out there, but Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji react simultaneously, throwing a talisman (WWX) and Bichen (LWJ) at his hand, forcing him to let go.

So he yoinks the Yin Tiger Seal from Xue Yang’s vest pocket and them bamfs himself away, leaving Xue Yang to his fate.

Xue Yang takes a moment to contemplate how well and truly fucked he is.

Then he cackles gleefully, since that’s his response to anyone having a terrible day, including himself, apparently.

This inspires Song Lan to finish pulling himself together so that he can finish Xue Yang.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji leave him to it instead of sticking around to make sure XY is really dead this time. Remarkably, this does not result in a miraculous escape for Xue Yang, and Song Lan stabs him, mortally wounding him.

Then, as Xue Yang lies bleeding out in the road, the show pulls an amazing switcharoo, giving us Xue Yang's perspective on the events leading up to his death, explaining his perspective and giving new depth to his character. Still evil, still an asshole, but also a victim, with a temperament formed by trauma and injustice.

Flashback Time

Flashback-Xue-Yang tells Flashback-Xiao-Xingchen what he’s done. First we get him gloating as he explains what he’s done to XXC.

Then he explains why. We circle around and around until we arrive at his central trauma: the encounter with Sect Leader Chang that cost him his finger and turned him into a vengeance machine.

When he was busy carrying out his long-planned revenge on the Chang clan, Xiao Xingchen interrupted him, with Song Lan’s help, so he extended his revenge plan to include them. And because he has no sense of proportion, he wasn’t content with killing them; he wanted to destroy them, particularly Xiao Xingchen, whose idealism deeply offends Xue Yang.

Everything he did to Xiao Xingchen was basically an elaborate way of saying, “the world is worse than you believe it to be.”

His plan comes to fruition when he tells Xiao Xingchen everything he has done to him, culminating in showing him what they - together - have done to Song Lan.

Unfortunately it works too well, because Xiao Xingchen is so horrified and disillusioned that he cuts his own throat, falling dead while Xue Yang watches in horror.

Song Lan’s tiny, perplexed reaction to Xiao Xingchen’s death--the first thing he’s reacted to since losing his fight with Xue Yang--always breaks my heart.

Then things get really weird. Xue Yang is determined to resurrect Xiao Xingchen, following the same protocols that Wei Wuxian developed for reviving Wen Ning. But his version is way, way creepier.

Initially his plan is to add Xiao Xingchen to his collection of fierce corpses, because the dead are easier to control. But as time passes and XXC fails to wake up, Xue Yang becomes more and more distraught, showing what looks like a genuine attachment to Xiao Xingchen.

This doesn’t make him less of an abuser, but it does make him a lot more interesting and complex of a character.

As the flashback ends, Xue Yang’s last thought is about Xiao Xingchen giving him candy, simply out of the kindness of his heart.

Ultimately, Xiao Xingchen teaches him, at the very end of his life, that the world is--slightly--better than Xue Yang believed it to be.

The Point of It All

Of the many parallels we see in Yi City, the arc of Xue Yang’s life compared with the arc of Wei Wuxian’s is particularly important.

They each have similar talents; they each had similar beginnings. But Wei Wuxian has a kind heart and a yearning for justice, while Xue Yang is relentlessly cruel and cynical. Why?

The answer, I think, is this guy:

When Xue Yang was a hungry street urchin, he encountered Sect Leader Chang, who reviled him, beat him, and grievously injured him, setting him on the path of vengeance, murder and mayhem. When Wei Wuxian was a hungry street urchin, he encountered Sect Leader Jiang, who fed him, elevated him to a high status, and taught him, by example, to value and protect the weak.

Xue Yang responded by wiping out every member of the Chang clan. Wei Wuxian responded by tearing himself apart in order to ensure the continuation of the Jiang clan, as well as becoming the hero of the Sunshot campaign, a champion for the weak, and the cultivation partner of the most righteous dude in the Jianghu.

Jiang Fengmian wasn’t a good parent (understatement), but he was a pretty good sect leader, and at a crucial moment, he chose kindness. That moment ripples outward through families and sects, across generations, into the wider society. How a man chooses to interact with a hungry child can ultimately shape the entire world.

...damn it, Yi City, you made me appreciate Jiang Fengmian!

#the untamed #the untamed gifs #restless rewatch the untamed #ep39 #canary3d-original #that's rough buddy

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smartycvnt · 2 months

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Title: Particular

Pairing: Jill Valentine x Reader

Prompt: "Can I play with your hair?"

Word Count: 725

The early flight back home felt like a blessing to Jill. She had been away from Ash for far too long. Jill wasn't usually an overly sentimental or soft person, but she had been aching to be around Ash again. She didn't think that she had missed her partner like that before.

"Ash?" Jill called out as she entered the small house. Jill had been so used to living in apartments for her entire life that the house was a nice change of pace. For the first year or so of Jill and Ash's relationship, they had been holed up in a two bedroom apartment, but when their lease came up, Ash decided that they needed more room. She wanted a yard and lots of extra space to get some pets and maybe expand their family a little more.

The idea of children still terrified Jill, who despite it being almost two decades after Africa, was still feeling some of the effects. She was pretty sure that she was infertile from whatever Wesker had been injecting her with. Ash told her that it wasn't a big deal, but Jill didn't want to know the truth. She didn't want to sit there while someone told her that she couldn't give the woman she loved the one thing that Ash seemed to want.

"Ash, babe?" Jill called out again. She walked a bit further into the house before deciding that Ash had to be asleep. Jill made her way towards the bedroom with a stop at the shower so that she didn't accidentally wake up Ash. She had gotten home late enough that if Ash wasn't making any sort of noise, the woman was most likely asleep. Jill was proven wrong when she stepped into the bedroom to find Ash sitting in bed with a book.

"You're home. I didn't hear you come in," Ash said excitedly. Her excitement was contagious, causing Jill to break out into a smile. Ash let Jill walk over and give her a kiss without complaining about the way Jill's hair dripped onto her lap. "If I knew you were coming back so soon, I would have done something special."

"You're here, and that's all I really want right now," Jill said. She backed away and walked over to her dresser. All of Ash's clothes were hung up in the closet, which Jill didn't mind. She had always liked the little task of folding her clothes before she had to put them away. Besides, she had always believed that Ash's clothes were much nicer than most of Jill's. The woman's wardrobe was very tactical with the expection of a couple dress shirts and a pair of black slacks.

"Come lay down with me. I've missed you," Ash said as she set her book aside. Jill could see the look of tiredness in Ash's eyes. She laid down beside the woman, slightly lower on the bed so that Ash could hold her. It was a subtle enough request, but Ash knew immediately what Jill wanted from her. They had been together for long enough that Ash swore sometimes she knew what Jill wanted before Jill did. "Your hair is getting long."

"I need to cut it," Jill huffed. She had been getting slightly annoyed with the length. She hadn't even thought of letting it grow out again. Ash let out a small sigh, causing Jill to look up at her. Jill's brows were furrowed in concern, asking the question on the tip of Jill's tongue for her.

"I like it. I've seen some of those pictures, the ponytail was cute," Ash said. Jill blushed as she looked back down. Ash's fingers trailed along the side of Jill's neck before she spoke up again. "Can I play with your hair?"

"Fine, but only because I'm getting it cut tomorrow." Jill's tone was stern, but also a little sarcastic. Ash didn't doubt that Jill had been thinking about getting her haircut for quite some time. She was a creature of habit, and those habits were all very particular. Deviation from what she liked threw Jill completely off balance, which apparently hadn't always been the case. Ash didn't mind that it was, she had never known Jill to be any other way. The woman's insistence on routines made things simple for them, which Ash definitely appreciated.

#my writing #one shot #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine #resident evil x reader #resident evil

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homosexualtransexual · 8 months

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okay i was thinking about this meme earlier and it really ground my gears bc its like... not true?

like first of all ik this is a little hyperbole and Not Exact but i still wanna talk about it a lil.

so like first of all the concept art i think this is based off is very early when elsa was the villain and looked a lot different to anna and anna looked the same but her silhouette was different

and it does look cool and i do love it but this doesn't fit the direction the film went it so they changed it.

and you wanna know what much later concept art looked like?

kinda exactly like the film. bc the concept art changes. and its the same for other disney films.

here's some tarzan early concept art vs the later ones

the beast looks like a completely different species here than the completely different species he is in the later ones.

and like ik the frozen one is more dramatic of a change but the point is they all change for reasons and so does the plot and the actors and the script and everything changes.

but also like idk if Frozen is the film you wanna go for when you're talking about boring character design. so lets go through elsa and anna's journeys (just frozen 1 bc its 3am and im tired i just can't sleep until i finish this rant).

so the first time we see elsa and anna are at 7 and 5 years old respectively. as you can see, they both wear clothes simmilar to clothes theyre gonna wear later in the film. elsas clothes, hair, and colour scheme are very similar to what she transforms into at the end of let it go: hair braided and a very simple light blue dress. anna's look reflects her at elsa's coronation: a green dress with her hair tied back.

if we look at elsa at her coronation, it's very different from what she wears from the rest of the film. it's still got shades of blue, but they're all much darker and it contains 2 colours she will never wear again in the enterity of the franchise, let alone the film: black and purple. it's also the only time that she wears something that covers her from neck to toe. in addition, her hair is pinned up. to me this represents her repression of her power at the fear that she can't use them or she'll hurt someone or worse: anna.

lets move on to what anna wears at the coronation. its like a final evolution of the same dress she's been wearing the whole time. this shows that she hasn't really had to repress and can continue being her true self at the coronation. im gonna move on quickly because theres something more exciting that happens to anna's look very quickly

SHE'S WEARING A MORE CORMFORTABLE AND SLIGHTLY BLUER VERSION OF ELSA'S CORONATION DRESS! AHHH I LOVE THIS DESIGN SO MUCH EVEN HER HAIR IS DOWN HOW CAN ANYONE HATE THIS FILM'S CHARACTER DESIGN.

okay lemme calm down

its like a tactic when you're finding someone to ask yourself "what what they do?" you put yourself in their shoes and try and see things from their point of view. anyways anna is doing that with her clothes and its might be my favourite costume from the films? she wants to find elsa and help her and isn't scared of elsa even so much that she wants to be her. it's just so good. anyways moving on

THIS iconic masterpiece. what the discourse is all about. like obviously it's less extravagant than the concept art but first of all the details? the snowflakes coming up from the dress? my girl just learned how to make dresses and already made a masterpiece with ICE! but then also this is representing her being someone who she couldn't have been since she was 7! imagine that! having to repress who you are, not being able to explore yourself and your abilities because you're scared it could hurt someone. and if elsa wasn't taught to be scared of her powers she wouldnt have tried to push anna way and freezing her heart and i just went far off topic.

but anyways this is like kinda why i hate this discourse bc yeah the original wouldve looked cooler but cooler doesnt mean better for the film and i also might have a small special interest in frozen who knows

#concept art #discourse #frozen #elsa #anna #long post #disney #character design

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eddie-hellfire-munson · 2 years

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Could I get a eddie x f! Reader where he discovers she likes Abba, he’s sneaking in through her window as he does because her parents don’t approve of him and hears her singing along to Abba, he stifles his laughter before he falls into the room.

Thank you, your work is *chefs kiss*

I'm glad you like it! I can absolutely do that lol we love Abba in this household♡

𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 𝕰𝖞𝖊𝖘

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

synopsis: Eddie Munson sneaking into your bedroom to find you jamming out to some Abba!

warnings: none! Just Eddie being Eddie and some fluff.

word count: 1633

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Eddie Munson, local bad boy and town pariah to a not so mild extent. He was the sort of boy parents warned their children about, the kind of guy you were told to stay far away from and your parents were no exception. Everyone was so quick to judge a man they didn't even know simply because he looked different. Now, you were no Bible thumping hard-core catholic but you didn't exactly fit the stereotype of someone who would be caught hanging out with the brown eyed metalhead. You were average, or so you thought. You wore things you found comfortable, what you liked, no matter what anyone else had to say. You weren't outspoken, but you weren't afraid to stand up for the things you believed in and that's how you and Eddie had met. It had been your senior year, hearing Carver talk to some of his boys about how Hellfire was a satanic cult that sacrifices animals. You, having heard the same bullshit for the past year and a half, had gotten sick of it.

Eddie had been watching, having overheard the jock from a few tables away and to his own surprise you marched right up.. tapped the man on his shoulder- and when he turned around you absolutely fuckin laid it on him going on about how it was just a fantasy game that people enjoyed and that maybe if he pulled his head out of his daddy's ass he'd realize the media propaganda was all false and they used scare tactics to try and start a witch hunt for people like Eddie and Hellfire. Jason just sat there bug eyed and in shock, the man was too stunned to speak as you walked away hands still on your hips. Thats the moment he knew he had to have you. He had scrambled out of his seat, rushing over to you just as you were about to start eating. Without hesitation he plucked the sandwich out of your hands, set it down, and asked you out on a date. You declined, but the man was determined and after a few weeks of denying him you folded. Turns out the metalhead and you had a lot more in common than you thought, and you became Hawkins' weirdest couple.

Your parents were absolutely appalled, well your father was- your mother had somewhat of a better head on her shoulders and at least tried to get to know Eddie. He wasn't the best with parents, but your mom thought he was sweet in his own unique way. It wasn't enough to sway your father however and a strict curfew was set in order. You weren't allowed to go to his trailer unless his uncle was home, and he wasn't to come over to your house unless your father was home and when he was over the door was to be cracked no less than three inches until he left. Oh, and he had to leave by 6pm. The rules weren't optimal but hey at least they were allowing you to continue seeing him right? Well, Eddie wasn't one to follow rules and very quickly the nightly visits began. He would always crawl through your second story window at around 9pm when he knew your parents were asleep, stay the night, and crawl back out before 7am when your dad woke up for work.

Tonight had been no exception, but there was a slight twist.. it was 6pm. You hadn't been expecting him for three more hours, fresh out of the shower with your hair wrapped up in a towel and your comfy clothes on which consisted of a pair of shorts and one of Eddie's Dio shirts. It fit you like a dress but you absolutely loved wearing it and he loved seeing you in it. Music was blasting over your speakers, both of your parents had gone on a weekend trip to the next town over wanting to spend some time with a handful of their friends. You had promised them 'No Eddie' while they were away but hey you were an adult and you could make your own decisions.. plus your mother had already predicted he would be at the house anyways and being the Saint she is told you to both help yourselves to the beer in the fridge while your father was packing up the car.

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! Was blasting at top volume as you swayed your hips, feet shuffling around and arms waving as you danced your heart out to one of your favorite songs belting out the lyrics unaware of the presence at your window. He had been perched halfway through the opening for only a few seconds, but he had heard your singing from the street and not wanting to miss the performance of a lifetime he made quick work of scaling the side of your house to watch you. Carefully he crawled through, eyes never leaving your form as he slipped into your room and just leaned against the empty wall beside your open window- he did have to stiffle a bit of laughter though as you danced around entirely unaware of his presence. "Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight- won't somebody help me chase the shadows away~" you sang, spinning around with your hairbrush in your hand acting as a makeshift microphone only to come face to face with your mischievous boyfriend. He had his arms crossed over his chest and he was adorned in a pair of tattered black jeans, his usual shoes, and a motley crue shirt that had been cut into a muscle tank top. He was already smirking down at you as your dancing screeched to a halt and you froze on the spot, dropping the hairbrush as your face flushed a deep shade of crimson. His smirk only widened as he watched the object fall with a resounding thud against your carpeted floor. "Oh- don't stop on my account sweetheart." He chuckled, pushing off the wall to approach you. Large hands slid over your hips as he leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead. "Eds!" You whined, squirming slightly in his grip as you swatted at his chest. "YOU- are very early." With a pout you stared up at him, the song on the mixtape switching to Angeleyes and he just chuckled and shook his head. "Yknow I'm not surprised you're an Abba fan-" with a jolt he began to dance, hands still on your hips as he swayed haphazardly to the music dragging you along with him. You just giggled and squealed, hands flying up to grip his shoulders to keep yourself from toppling over as the two of you danced. It was sloppy, off beat- but undeniably on brand for the curly haired man. He just grinned down at you, eyes creasing and God was he beautiful when he just let go like this. He spun you around, a shout escaping you as he quickly dipped you and pulled you back up. This definitely wasn't the song for this sort of dancing but you couldn't be bothered to care, tossing your arms back around him as you both finally settled into a good rhythm. "Do I have angel eyes?" His smile widened a fraction as he stared down at you, wiggling his brow as he pinched your hips. "Yes Eddie- yes you do."

"Do yoouuuu think about me when you're lonely?" He spun you again, head now cocked to the side. "Yes Eds- I think about you all the time." He mumbled a soft 'hmm' bringing one hand up to rest against your forehead. "Well I have some good news and some bad news." As the song came to an end you both stopped swaying simply enjoying being so close to one another as you played with the long strands of hair at the nape of his neck. "What's the prognosis doc? Am I gonna live." Again he chuckled, moving his hand to pluck the towel carefully from atop your head allowing your hair to fall and frame your face as he tossed it to the side. "Well, y/n, you'll certainly live a long life- but I think you've fallen in love. Do you deny it?" He arched a brow, brushing away a few strands of hair that had fallen in front of your face. "Well doc, there is this boy with big brown eyes.. he can play guitar, and I get butterflies in my stomach every time he looks at me even though we've been together for over a year now.. but I don't deny it. I do love him."

"So you love me?" He questioned, already knowing your answer. "Of course, I love you Eddie Munson." You just grinned up at him and he returned it, bending to give you gentile Eskimo kisses while his hand cupped your cheek. "I love you too y/n" slowly he leaned forwards to give you a kiss but you blocked him with your index finger. "Hold on doc you never told me the bad news." Eddie's grin slipped into a lopsided smirk as he pulled his head away slightly. "Your taste in music is shit-"

"EDDIE!" You just laughed, hitting him in the chest and he stumbled back gripping it like you had stuck a knife through his heart. "Oh fuck she got me- IVE BEEN HIT! MAN DOWN!" He grabbed your hand as he fell backwards onto your bed tugging you on top of him as he wrapped his arms around you to cage you in place. "I know you like Abba!" You squirmed, lazily fighting his grip for a few seconds before relaxing into him. "Oh yeah? That so?" Now it was your turn to smirk down at him, cocking your head to the side. "You knew the lyrics to Angeleyes Eds" He sputtered, wide brown eyes staring up at you for a second as you just laughed at him. He hadn't been a huge fan of Abba before, but he certainly was now.

authors notes: ngl this was my favorite fic to write and I hope you enjoyed it ^^ something about dancing around all silly with Eddie just hits different.

#stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader lemon #eddie munson x female reader

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daswarschonkaputt · 1 year

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modern au fem!hanwenzhou

okay so like, pretty much all my art is someone else's fault. i stand by this. this is the fault of @antique-forvalaka (henceforth siv). blame or thank her. she just showed up unprovoked and was like, "fem!wkx has a flat ass and fem!zzs is big tiddy tomboy," and i was like, "umm???" what was i meant to do? NOT draw them? it's a modern au because i don't fuck with drawing hanfu.

most of these were drawn when i was too sick to write and lemme tell you i 100% underestimated the effect of a cough on drawing art. the lineart on wkx's piece took me so fucking long. i even had to go back in and redo bits of it. that's why some of it looks wonky but shhhh don't look.

assorted headcanons beneath the cut:

fem!zzs

this was the first one i started drawing, and then i nearly gave up because zzh's face is the fucking worst to draw. like, i even tried tracing a still and it still didn't look like him. okay, thots:

f!zzs has long hair that she takes relatively good care of but she pretty much always just ties up and ignores

she keeps it long because she sometimes does infiltration missions and it's helpful to appear super feminine

she knows how to be pretty and well presented but she literally never gives a shit

left alone she will happily sit in a sports bra and panties and eat ramen

oh yeah when she's lying low after leaving tc she disguises herself as a male vagabond. @luckydragon10 is very attached to f!zzs's fake stubble.

the hoodie look is an adaptation of my favourite zzs look from woh which is the meili look. look i am a simple woman, put the characters in a veiled hat and my brain just goes hrrrrnnnnng.

fem!wkx

oh hello other actor in this drama who is incredibly fucking hard to draw. luckily i had already drawn modern wkx before so i was a bit more used to his face. okay, some more thots:

the first one i drew was the big profile which is labelled in the csp file as tiddies out wkx

in my head f!wkx has a flat ass and flat chest bc siv said so, but she wishes she were curvy like wkx

she's very much styled after a femme fatale, emphasis on the fatal

she's pretty much always immaculately turned out, perfect make-up, perfect clothes, all very expensive

i had to draw her in stockings and garter belt. i just had to. also that lace texture killed me and took me like half of wanda//vision (which i was watching in the background) to get right

part of the reason i even did modern au was because i wanted to draw wkx with a sniper rifle

on that note the sniper rifle is traced from a photo bc i am lazy and at that point was very ill

"oh? so you have chosen death~♡" -- that's her vibe

fave wkx is angery wkx up in the top right corner. i drew her last.

one big regret that i didn't draw her splattered in blood and smirking like lelouch from code geass. i just think that would be neat.

fem!hy

thank u han ying for having a face that i can draw. thank u actor for having distinguishable features for my face blind self. thank u. thots:

this was the last set of these that i drew and i had to think long and hard about what to do for her. i knew i wanted her to be shorter than zzs but curvier than wkx but that was literally it

originally when i started drawing f!hy i gave her short curly hair, like close to a pixie cut, but i couldn't make it look right, so i went back to siv and extracted her suggestion of a side cut or undercut

in my head, hy and zzs run two-man missions all the time, with zzs as front woman and hy as tactical support/getaway driver

siv said to me that she sees wkx playing dress-up with hy bc hy is more receptive to it than zzs and i was like oh yes so that's why there's a little classy hy over on the right

also the more i drew f!hy with her little undercut and sweats i realised she looked like a fuckboi and i was here for it

special shout out to my favourite tac gear item: the throat mic. they're just so sexy. don't come at me.

shout out to fancy dress ass-kicking hy. the backstory here is that wkx put her in a pretty dress for a nice evening out only for it to devolve into a battlefield so hy takes off her heels and just starts blasting.

oh yeah special shout out here bc my brain was just like "play with the colours" so i did and now there is no consistent colouring for this set.

anyway i love hy's little button nose. so cute. love drawing it.

ok i'm done.

standard disclaimers for my art: all of it was drawn in clip studio paint (my beloved). i use pose references using the built-in 3D models and assorted poses i've downloaded from the store. faces are drawn using stills from the show i've founded on google images. when i draw fashion there's a high change it's from runway collections, in this case hy's dress is from the paolo sebastian moonlight serenade collection, specifically this one. and the fancy han ying look is adapted from ashi studio fall/winter 2017, specifically this look.

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mitsurismistress · 3 months

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How they sleep with you

(Only a few hydro because I had 0 inspo)

(Hydro Addition)

Barbara

A darling

Wants you to be as comfortable as possible

She has a ton of plushies and the fuzziest blankets

Makes sure to shower before bed so she doesn’t get you dirty

She also smells like flowers

Meaning so does everything that surrounds her

Another big fan of forehead kisses

Or cheek kisses

Just kisses in general

Likes to sleep holding your hand

She tosses around a lot so she tries to not be super close incase she wakes you up

But who can resist a little hand holding with Barbie?

Also has the cutest night gowns

Mona

Will not let you into her home

She’s too embarrassed

She sleeps on a futon and is mortified the first time you see it

Though she doesn’t mind cuddles, she also tosses a lot

She also drools

Usually you two sleep with your backs against one another

Also loves to share a blanket

She likes feeling your skin against hers while you sleep

She also reads some horoscopes before bed to try and manifest good dreams for you

Xingqiu

Surprise surprise, he reads you to sleep

Usually it’s random books he picked up from the shop, but sometimes he will tell you about a new book he’s writing

Also sleep talks

A lot

Though when he does, he will make sure you hear it

Will shake you awake and be like

“Could you imagine a world where everything is the same except people have hands for feet and feet for hands?”

Doesn’t remember it the next day though

Big cuddler

Usually ends up sleeping on top of you

Also a big fan of running his hands through your hair

He just loves you

Yelan

She lets you sleep in her bed since usually she isn’t home

She will kiss you goodnight and hug you before leaving

“Night is when evil comes out to play, my dear. In here, you’ll be safe. Trust me”

Whatever you say !!

Though on occasion you’ll wake up to her next to you

Rubbing her hands on your bare stomach and head rested on your shoulder from behind

Usually leads to more…intimate activities

Long story short, she loves you

But she’s a busy woman

Childe

Active Childe hater

Griffin Burns gave me Covid

(Long story)

won’t ever miss a chance to hold you

Skin on skin is really big for him

Similar to Yelan, sometimes just isn’t there

But he tries

Sleeps in only boxers

Used to sleep naked as a surprise tactic for enemies but then you demanded he wore clothes

Worst day of his life

Big spoon

His hands are wanderers though so be alert

But honestly, he really does love you

Even if he tried to rizz you up every 24 seconds

Ayato

Wow another absent hydro partner

Unless he has 0 choice, he will demand that he stays by you

Remember Ningguangs pov?

That but 10x

Biggest bed ever

Silkiest of sheets

Softest of pillow cases

Gorgeous pajamas

And you know he spoils you

Buys you a new set for everyday of the week

“Are you feeling alright, dear? You’re wearing Sundays silk?”

Milk tea before bed

Swears it will help you sleep

It doesn’t

#genshin imagines #genshin impact #hydro #kamisato ayato #childe #barbara genshin impact #mona megistus #xingqiu #genshin yelan

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asmallmoon333 · 7 months

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Silly question because I was scrolling through your Tumblr blog and really wanted to ask something but nothing came to mind except L and L looking different because Reasons TM.

We have L the rich family heir in the current Time Speaks arc. He's got a Family Approved TM makeover.

But what if Light was given a chance to give L a makeover? How would this new and visually improved L be?

Also how long do you think before L takes back makeover privileges and gets back to his usual? I bet an hour, max lmao.

So I thought about this for a minute lol

The thing about Light is, I actually don't think he spends as much time on his appearance or on appearance in general as some fanon implies. Yes, he's put together and looks good, but most of that is just a clean haircut and his natural face. Light is just good-looking on his own hahahahaha, and he uses that against people as part of his repertoire of tactics. Personally tho I think he relies on the "upstanding member of society" shtick much more than his looks, despite how I personally like to comment on his face in my story.

Why did I ramble about this here, you may ask? Because I actually don't see Light as giving L a makeover or even thinking about it much, based simply on what Light finds value in or has an interest in. At best I think he'd buy L a nice suit, or at the very least some fitting clothes, and give him a haircut, but nothing more than that. This would be a special occasion with other people involved, and so L would give in since he'd see it as important enough to submit until the end of whatever occasion it is. But in daily life or a makeover just for fun? I don't think Light would do it. Their weird sexual tension is 90% cerebral, and while Light uses society's proceptions against them, I don't think he takes them seriously himself. He's an actor on a stage wearing a costume, which is also why I think he's got so may clothes, and so many "fit the situation" clothing as we see. But beyond that, he doesn't care what others look like, and certainly doesn't care about L's looks beyond that one time he called him a weirdo when they met.

Also I don't think Light knows a thing about makeup (remaining purposefully ignorant, despite Misa's attempts), but also he's possessive and wouldn't want L to look too good to other people. So even less inclination to give him a makeover lol. But he does, personally, admire what L looked like with slicked-back hair when he has the chance to see it, as in that one fan art of them in the tub I've saved. >v>

Sorry if that's not the answer you were hoping for, it was still a fun one for me to think about!

(Now, if you'd asked about Misa giving L a makeover, that's a whole other story; she would sit him down and keep him there as her doll (hah) for as long as she possibly could, and he would actually just give in cause why not, he's bored, let's see what Misa can do. And she'd go in full, she'd dress him in all types of styles and genres, from historical to modern to goth, and even go into cosplay a bit, with full makeup and accessories. She would splurge on this cause his frame would make him perfect for some anime cosplay. There would be photoshoots, face artfully averted of course, and they'd be popular online. This would include male and female outfits btw. And L would have fun, even tho he didn't expect that he would, he finds it interesting. While Light would watch from the sidelines with an annoyed look on his face (he's not fooling anyone, he's there for every shoot). L, in contrast to Light, would actually listen to Misa and learn about a full makeup and hair care routine. He'd never employ that knowledge personally, but he'd remember it even if just to bring up to Light randomly like "Light-kun could do with some moisturizing sunscreen and leave-in conditioner, you're looking a bit sun damaged" "What?" lmao.)

So, yeah! ^v^

#l lawliet #light yagami #misa amane #death note

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xydamcg · 1 year

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Newest member 9.2

Ghost x f character!

Cw: almost smut, making out, ushy gushy her pus—, finger fuck? Teasing, flirting, things that lead to S E X

Summary: Just read it babes.

MasterList

MINORS DNI— I’ll snitch. 👀

Ty had finally got her bags and her temporary dorm for her stay while on base, Price was on his feet like he hadn’t been drinking merely hours before his day started. Ty helped out with paperwork and filing some things away for him while they figured out what to do to celebrate Christmas, none of the main 141 crew having a family to visit back home during the holidays like most. Price decided to plan a Christmas party, but Ty was terrible at planning for events so she told him to have Kate help him. She made sure he made one thing a requirement, fancy attire. They had to dress up, she was tired of seeing everyone in their tactical gear and field clothing. They all needed to spruce it up a little, no one was sure to get a jump on them on Christmas that was just crazy. Right?

The day moved by slowly maybe because she actually wasn’t busy doing things to keep her mind occupied, she did unpack her bags while she hung around her room not wanting to get too comfortable of course. Since she did have free time actually she decided to head into town near by for groceries and try to pick of some Christmas gifts for everyone. On her journey she managed to get Price a “world best uncle” mug in addition to a new silencer for one of his pistols, Gaz some new sunglasses and a fine new pair of gloves and a little compass since he could never get a sense of direction when in field. Kate would receive a free spa day coupon and a book Ty remembered she wanted terribly but would never buy herself and she got Soap a custom patch for his vest that said “Greatest Scott in 141” along with a new watch.

She knew none of them would be expecting anything so it made it all that much more a surprising. She even got Simon a few things, she was excited to see his reaction the most. Arriving back at base was a hassle literally avoiding every area on base she knew her companions could possibly be. And the groceries were added extra weight she didn’t need. Safely making it to her room she hid everything in her closet until she got time to wrap them later.

It wasn’t until around six she got a knock on her door, literally just getting to her room from a shower she sighed in slight frustration that whoever it was had to be knocking now. Ty waddled back to the door pulling it open to see the perpetrator was Simon, she smiled and let him in. “What’s up?” She asked closing the door behind him and locking it with ease. “Just finished some training with Johnny and Gaz.” He said as she moved to her dresser pulling out some clothes to change into. “What did you guys work on?” She asked turning her back to him as he took a rest against the kitchen counter. She stepped into her underwear before pulling off her towel, tossing it into the hamper across from her. “Just shootin’ and gorilla warfare.” He said, Ty could feel his eyes boring into her body as she finally pulled her shirt over her head letting it fall just below her hips. “Really? Gorilla warfare.” She continued as she pulled her wet hair from her face now turning to him. His eyes lifted to hers as she raised an eyebrow with that dumb smirk on her face. “My eyes certainly aren’t down there are they?” She asked curiously making Simon shift his stance. “They could be.” He retorted making her roll her eyes as she moved into the kitchen.

“Want something to eat? I can make…pasta.” She offered opening the fridge and bending over as she looked for the thawing chicken she stuck inside for dinner. “What did you do with ya day?” He asked making her shrug lightly. “Just went grocery shopping, I went Christmas shopping too..oh! Price and Kate are throwing a Christmas party for everyone..” Again Simon’s eyes roamed the entirety of her exposed body at his leisure, not caring as he was caught once again. “Simon, seriously?” She asked him as he finally caught her eyes again. He shrugged causing her to shake her head tossing the thawed chicken onto the counter before she rummaged for the other things she’d need. “Go occupy your mind elsewhere.” She told him slightly annoyed that he wasn’t really listening to her. Simon didn’t want her to be truly pissed with him so he approached her from behind slipping his arms around her torso. “Tell me again, I’ll listen.” He told her feeling her relax into his hold. “I was just saying how the Christmas party was a thing Price and Kate were gonna plan and how we have to dress up. I was also telling you how I got gifts for everyone for Christmas. I could of been telling you that I was the worlds next terrorist and you wouldn’t heard told me because you were too busy stealing looks at my ass.” She grumbled as she occupied her mind with making dinner rather than how it felt so nice to be held like this, by him.

“It’s a nice ass can you blame me?” He asked only to receive an elbow to his ribs, he released her quickly in an attempt to escape but failed. “You’re unbelievable.” She huffed shaking her head, Simon smirked thinking it was quite comical to see her urked how she was. “What can I do to make you forgive me?” He purred huskily returning to his place behind her. Ty felt her focus sputter slightly as she felt his lips press against her neck through his mask. “Maybe stop being a pain in my ass.” She said making him chuckle lowly. “I’ll leave more than just pain there.” He mused smartly, Ty had to chose her words carefully around this man because he was always turning it back around on her. “Simon..” she whined pushing him away. Simon moved back giving her space, his hands falling to his sides. “What’s wrong?” He asked her seriously, Ty peeked over her shoulder at him before she turned fully. “You’re just distracting me and I’m trying to make something to eat. You never even answered me when I asked if you wanted to any.” She said with a soft whine to her tone. “I do. I just haven’t see you since this morning.” He explained referring to why he was being the way he was.

He wasn’t able to stop thinking about her while she was away from him, he found his mind drifting to her. That sweet smile or her annoyingly cute giggle, her long beautiful dark hair. Even the way she snored in her sleep. She was running a race around his mind, being around her was enough to put him at ease. Ty frowned at his explanation, now she felt like she was being mean. She knew it wasn’t easy for him to express everything he was feeling quite yet how she did but he had his way of showing how he felt. “Now I feel sucky for being a meanie.” She told him as she wiped her hands on a towel from the stove. “Come here.” She said opening her arms to him as she stepped toward his large form. She lifted his balaclava up to his nose before puckering her lips for a kiss. Gladly accepting he leaned down collecting a kiss, she smiled wrapping her arms around his neck. “Forgive me?”

His hands found their place on her waist pulling her into him, the tiniest moan leaving her. Ty felt her cheeks begin to burn as he pressed kiss after kiss down to her neck where he began to explore the new territory. “Always.” He noticed her grip tighten on him as he kissed the skin of her exposed collar bone, something that would be kept note of for later. Ty gasped as he effortlessly lifted her from the floor, her legs locking around his waist in a bind. Catching his lips as he pulled back from her neck, she held onto his vest while he sat her on the counter. Simon’s hands slid under her shirt causing goosebumps to raise on her skin. There was no way they were about to get down and dirty in her kitchen. Needing a little more air than she was getting she pulled back—but her lack of air didn’t stop Simon from continuing his exploration of her body. His hands moved further up her body until they came to her breasts. Ty felt like she was going to implode, she had forgotten about dinner already. One of his hands groped her breast, kneading her budding nipple between his fingers. “Si-Simon.” She breathed as she felt her pussy clench, the arousal making her tighten her legs around him momentarily.

Simon pulled back only slightly so he could provide enough space to sink his fingers into her underwear. Ty didn’t know what was turning her on more, the anticipation of being finger fucked on her kitchen counter while he wore that damn balaclava or the fact that his eyes never left her—eating up every single response her body gave when he touched her. He was learning something new, he was sure to pay attention so he could perfect his technique like he has everything else in his life. Ty loosened her legs from his waist as she spread them, needing to give him more access to her soaking pussy. “Please..” she mewled trying to press herself against his fleeting touch. Simon saw the chance to tease her so he was going to take it, he wanted to see how long it’d take for her to snap. Ty was doing a terrible job at controlling herself which would be quite embarrassing if she wasn’t in a daze of ecstasy. “Please what?” He questioned lowly, the edge to his tone making her squirm closer to him but he gently pushed her away earning a whine. “You’re a big girl use your words.” Simon ordered as his hand slid to the valley of her chest where he rested it, his other that had began to make it’s home between her legs pulled away.

He was really doing this right now? He wanted her to say it out loud? Of course he did. “—“ not even getting the breath to actually ask, the base intercom system crackled to life. “Ghost to hanger 437 for missile defense debrief please, I repeat Ghost to hanger 437 for missile defense debrief over.” Great fucking timing. Ty felt her body deflate in defeat, her eyes glaring up at Simon even though it wasn’t his fault. “You better not fuckin’ move a muscle. I’ll be back.” He growled, whew baby she thought he couldn’t get any hotter until he did. His hand gripped her neck through the neck hole in her shirt pulling her into a lustful kiss, her whimpering moan making him kiss her harder. She cursed the universe for taking him away from her in a time like this, her hold on him unfortunately not enough to make him stay. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, I wouldn’t want to solve this problem alone.” She rasped against his lips referencing to her soaked underwear. “Fuck. You’re lucky I have to go.” He grumbled in irritation before pulling away from her completely, she watched as he slipped out the room not missing a beat as he concealed his face again.

Left alone with quite a few feelings Ty slumped against the counter. She was now needing some sort of release but she wouldn’t please her flesh no matter how much she really wanted to. Climbing down from the counter she moved toward the sink, her knees wobbling as she let out a small whimper feeling her underwear sink between her slick folds. “Jesus Christ.” She said as she turned on the water to actually begin dinner.

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Tag list: @ellouisa17 @hypernovaxx

A/N: I don’t usually do smut writing but I just had to add an extra dab of spice!

#cod mw22 #ghost #simon riley #soap mw2 #captain price #series #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #141 #modern warfare #original content

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hexitca · 1 year

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Saffron - Cult of the Lamb OC

Hey~ while I suffer trying to learn how to draw animals again, here's some basic info on Saffron. All this is basic info and my design (and this info) might change for her but right now I'm just sharing what I got.

Name: Saffron

Age: 30 (appears younger like 18-early 20s - basically based on me and my baby face lmao)

Weight: 120 lbs

Height: 5'5

Body Build: Hourglass with a slightly pear shape (the fluff can hide it)

Appearance: Heart shaped face, and delicate features. Short messy wavy hair/wool - keeps it short on her body due to it being easier to fight. Will just wear layers of clothing in winter.

Distinguishing mark/article of clothing: Her scared neck from when her head was chopped off by the Bishops - she wears a high collar to cover the bandages underneath. Her Bell rarely comes off also. She's very sensitive about it and by sensitive I mean she'll beat the shit out of you in a blind rage if it's mentioned.

Voice: Husky. Due to the trauma of her neck (and vocal cords) and she's a heavy smoker

(more under readmore)

Personality:

Okay, so this is still in the development stages but basically:

Good: Resistant, Brave, Stubborn (if knocked down, will get back up again), fierce, logical and uses Reason in her problem solving, Loyal (but it takes A LOT to get to that point with her)

Bad: Brash, Impulsive, Rude and Blunt, SHORT- TEMPERED,

Mega personality trait:

Negativism- chronically complaining, whining, and criticizing everything.

She can be a brat and hates not getting her way. It's mostly due to her uncontrollable anger issues and trauma of being the last of her kind. Her good traits get lost due to this. As she grows and lets people in she finds a balance but this is after a WHILE.

Insincere - not honest in the expression of actual feelings.

She fakes a lot of her emotions (other than her anger) because she's kinda of an asshole and assholes don't get a lot of followers in a cult (we'll that's debatable but Saffron doesn't WANT to be an asshole). She will mask her actual feelings and just do things because it means follower faith approval and yada yada. This changes also but again, takes a WHILE for when she gets to that point.

You can also see this as a survival tactic also. She might have the power of the Red Crown but she's also a target by unworldly beings so there you go.

That's all I got so far!

#my art #cult of the lamb oc #cotl #cult of the lamb #ill always tag her as cult of the lamb oc so if you wanna black list that there you go #im having so much fun lol

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anchovies-4-dinner · 1 year

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Of the God's Will | Yan! Kokomi

What if: even the level-headed Priestess isn't infallible

Words: 7.2k

Warnings: long post, very brief mentions of suicide but no one commits

A/N: Not very happy with this one but I liked the concept too much

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The first thing you registered was burn of salt in your throat.

Your body shuddered and heaved from the weight of your drenched clothes, ice whipping your prickled skin in the night air. Hot tears welled up as you vomited sea water onto the gritty sand digging into your palms and knees.

Utterly exhausted you collapsed, the last thing you see being the dark boots of Watatsumi soldiers.

The next time you awoke you were on a bed warmed by a fire nearby, though the air felt moist. Despite the hospitality your hair was still a knotted disaster peppered with salt; the realisation had you looking down to see your clothes changed also into more comfortable garb.

Attempting to move wasn't an option seeing as you were tied up. You could only wait until the people who saved you arrived.

As if on cue the approaching thud of boots alerted you to the man's presence; he looked to be around your age and couldn't be intimidating even without the set of ears on his head. From his body language he seemed to be wary of you. You shared the sentiment.

"You're up. I'm general Gorou, how are you feeling?"

"I could do without the rope." Your voice was scratchy.

"Sorry but we have a few questions before you can be released. You see, when a person washes up on our shore in the middle of a war you can never be too paranoid." He nodded at his colleague, who helped you sit up and drink fresh water. "In the case you're just a fleeing citizen, well, we hope our introductions don't put you off. Instead think of it like some sort reliable security measure."

Sure sure. Gratefully relieving your thirst you cleared coughed to signal for them to start.

The interrogator hummed and sat down, "First things first, how did you get here?"

"By boat. It crashed because of the storm, how else?"

"Just checking, but how did you manage to leave Inazuma without alerting the Tenryou Commission?"

"I got lucky, a family friend of mine was willing to return a favour. He distracted the patrollers enough for me to escape, by the time they noticed I was already out of reach." A half lie.

"So you still have family left there? And that friend must be imprisoned by now, do you plan on rescuing them?" His ears twitched and you shifted, "I can't imagine how hard that is for you."

"Very. Do you feel the same general?" 'Don't let their soft facade fool you, they'll try and set you up.'

He blinked in surprise and sheepishly scratched his head, "Of course, though I've no doubt they can take care of themselves it's only natural for us to worry right?"

Nodding in feigned understanding you allowed Gorou to spew forced politeness in order for you to cough up any crucial information; unfortunately for him you'd done rigorous training beforehand to which his tactics fell flat against. You could see from his tense form how inexperienced he was in interrogation and briefly wondered if he was the same person who held back the Shogun army for so long.

Just when you were ready to cut this tedious formality someone beat you to it:

"That's enough Gorou, I'll take it from here." A familiar pink head walked in and the general breathed a sigh of relief.

The accompanying soldiers saluted to which she nodded genially. Gorou stood up, tail unfurling for a relaxed swishing. "Your excellency?"

"You can stay. I know you still have some doubts so now's a good time to clear things up." Kokomi walked over and untied you, "This person isn't a stranger, in fact they're my closest friend. I hope you'll treat them with the utmost respect from now on."

Her colleagues stared in surprised; Gorou in particular spluttered, "Pardon me but why didn't you tell any of us before? In fact why did I even have to interrogate them?"

"It was good practice though right? You still have a long way to go but I digress, I'll give your criticism at my office." Kokomi looked sheepishly at your unimpressed expression, "I hope you didn't mind being used as training."

Actually you did mind. Not that it mattered since she moved on, "Now that this' been dealt with, shall we get you cleaned up?"

...

Under the cover of darkness you sent your first letter back to your cousin, Sara Kujou. Your dull ring emitted a purple glow before your letter was consumed in violet and evaporated, a barely visible line speeding out your window and back to Sara.

Bathing was euphoric. Though the water was scalding at first your muscles immediately relaxed and you were tempted to drift off to sleep; the floating bubbles however kept you awake by irritating your eyes.

When you finally got out it was dark with hardly anyone around save for the Watatsumi soldiers. Even when you tried creeping by they still stared for a moment, whispering of the ocean-born stranger. You'd been given your own sleeping quarters until they find how to deal with you, in the meantime you have to gather as much information without garnering too much attention.

When you arrived there was a book on your guest room bed with a note inside: 'While everything is being sorted out please take this gift and enjoy your new life! - Kokomi'

You huffed. It was a fantasy war book, very typical of her excellency.

The next day you decided to scout the area; it may be a bad idea seeing as you'll probably get lost but it was a good opportunity to snoop around. You passed by multitudes of people who each nodded your way. It was weird how word spread overnight and even weirder that they had easily accepted you; Kokomi was really revered here.

"(Y/n) there you are!" You plastered a well practiced smile at the general who bounded up to you, "Seeing as you're a new resident it's only proper I guide you, yes? If you don't mind."

"What about your men? Surely you're too busy for being something as trivial as a guide? Though I certainly wouldn't be opposed to the idea."

"They're capable of training themselves. I want to make sure Her excellency's dearest friend gets a warm welcome, after all this will be your new home! At least until the Shogun's reign ends." Your face turned sour and he quickly backtracked, thinking he'd resurfaced bad memories, "Anyways, today we'll be going to Bourou Village where you'll be staying. If you managed to charm Her excellency herself then I've no doubt you'll get along well with your new neighbours!"

You returned his blinding smile and followed him; this was quite the convenient situation for you to extract information even if he still hadn't let his guard down. Your relationship with Kokomi kinda felt like cheating since it shouldn't be difficult to shake him off.

Play your cards right and soon he'll be as blind as your friend.

"General Gorou-"

"Please, just Gorou is fine."

"... Gorou, how secure would you say this island is? Say, from disasters and the shogun army, are you able to guarantee our safety?"

Gorou breathed out a chuckle, "That's a heavy question. Nothing is guaranteed but seeing as we've managed to hold out for this long I'd say we're pretty secure as long as Her Excellency continues to lead us. As for disasters, unless the shogun herself came, there are few and far between."

He said a lot but gave you nothing at all. It was obvious enough that Kokomi was literally the only thing keeping the entire island from collapse but it would be difficult to rid of her seeing as she was heavily guarded already. Not to mention the vision, one wrong move and you'd be drowning in her ocean.

Humming you tried for a more discreet approach, "What job will I have during my stay? I'm can't say I'm the best in physical labour..."

"Don't worry, Her Excellency's got that covered. You'll be serving as her assistant in Sangonomiya Shrine in a few days, but only when you're feeling well enough. Seeing as you just came from Inazuma City she feels you have crucial information on the current situation."

"Of course, though I'm not sure you'll like it." At Gorou's curious gaze you sighed before elaborating, "The shogun's reign has really tied people hands, so much so that corruption is running more rampant than ever. People are losing their jobs and being kicked to the streets. The Sakoku decree in particular has lead foreigners and traders to be exploited. The people are turning against each other."

Gorou's alarm was dismissed when you noticed you've arrived at Bourou Village; it was quaint and elegant, soft pastel colours blending perfectly with each other. A sharp contrast to your doom and gloom home. The general tried to continue your conversation but you merely shook your head and feigned sadness.

'Never let them have the upper hand. Instead let them think they're in control.'

"I'm afraid we'll have to postpone this topic for later, it's not something to discuss in such a beautiful place such as this right?"

He pursed his lips but acquiesced. The houses were carved from marble and embedded with pearl - a good luck charm they say, it resembled Her Excellency after all - though a bit damp from the constant bubbling of water. Was it a natural phenomenon or was something else at play?

Your house was much the same, if not a little more glammed up due to your connection, and admittedly it was a much needed change of scenery.

"Do you truly think Inazuma will be free again?"

Gorou halted in his exit. There was a brief pause before he answered, "A God's power is only as strong as their people's worship. It's only a matter of time before they realise this."

...

The next day you were escorted to Sangonomiya Shrine by a soldier.

The large clam-ground caused you a bit of anxiety from it's uneven surface but you survived. What worried you more was the pensive look on Kokomi's face when you were both finally alone.

"(Y/n), how was your rest?" She inquired, juggling stacks of reports.

"Very comfortable. You could make a fortune selling whatever you put in your beds." Your lightheartedness didn't go unappreciated as your friend chuckled and stretched.

"I doubt with the Sakoku decree we'd get very far." The snapping of her joints filled the office, "Sorry to jump this on you but could you provide some insight on the situation?"

You nodded eagerly, "Of course, what would you like to know?"

The clock hand ticked as you were both absorbed in the briefing. Everything you provided was the meticulous lies weaved in with the truth, drilled into your brain before you'd learned how to use a boat.

In turn Kokomi nodded in deep thought, occasionally prodding further to which you answered accordingly. You would've been proud if your hands weren't sweating in your lap. Eventually a nagging question made its way out at the first silence:

"You didn't tell him about me being a Kujou."

"Correct."

"Why?"

"Wouldn't it only complicate things? If Gorou had his way you'd still be in that interrogation room kept from the light of day." Kokomi stood up and touched your shoulder, "No doubt would the others object to you being here as well. Won't Sara be coming for you?"

You shook your head, "I faked my death. As far as they know I poisoned myself away from my prying eyes, but you know I'm not even capable of that no matter how dire the situation."

"True. You even faint at the sight of blood, I didn't believe you at first when you told me you were a Kujou."

You rolled your eyes yet reciprocated her touch, allowing her to tightly embrace you.

Her voice muffled in your shoulder, "I was so worried when you chose to stay behind. You were never built for war, (Y/n)."

"Hmm, but you are, strangely enough." Your eyes darted around her office for anything of importance, "Makes me wonder if you were made for this, a blessing perhaps."

"I get enough of that from my people don't you start too." Kokomi playfully slapped your shoulder and your eyes snapped back as she parted. "Are you feeling hungry? I doubt you'd want to catch up with an empty stomach."

Catch up in Kokomi terms meant exchanging half sentences while kicking your feet from excellent books. Occasionally her underlings came to report but apart from that it was a very quiet day. The peace was broken when Kokomi slinked from her seat and proposed a walk along the beach despite it being the evening.

Seeing your less than graceful entrance to this island you still felt sour as your feet sunk in the wet sand. Thankfully this time you weren't being regurgitated from the ocean.

As some point the sun disappeared and the sea cradled speckled stars; Kokomi stopped and seemed to be mulling over something before slipping off her shoes to step towards the waters. Your words died down when her vision glowed.

Vivid blue bloomed from where her foot touched the water's surface and her clothes floated as if she were submerged. It was like you were watching a nymph right before you.

Kokomi offered you her hand as an invitation, to what? Was she going to personally escort you all the way back to Inazuma City? The thought made you internally giggle yet you accepted it anyway.

Her force made you gasp as you were swept away in a dance. At first you stumbled but muscle memory quickly took over and soon you were matching her pace; water rippled and splashed your feet but not once did the thought of falling in cross your mind.

Kokomi's control was impressive as it was terrifying.

Eventually your dance came to a close as she twirled into you embrace; you could smell salt from her hair as her hands tightly cupped yours sat on her waist. It was a highly intimate display, one that even her people would gasp and gossip about. Whether your friend knew this or not she made no move to part.

"Out of all the ways I imagined you coming here I didn't think you'd emerge from the sand like a newborn turtle."

"Kokomi."

The pink head chuckled and lay her head back on your shoulder. Your eyes averted from her stare, suddenly finding the fish underneath interesting.

"But turtles are so cute you know. At least when they're not nipping your ankles." Your breath hitched when her cold, nimble fingers weaved in to clutch yours, "Foreign waters or not, the will of Orobaxi protects those it considers its own. Including you."

Something in her statement seemed off but it was then Kokomi's social battery drained, "Come, let's turn in for the night."

It wasn't until you felt water seep into your socks that your brain kicked into motion. You spluttered and chased after the retreating Priestess who giggled at your plight.

...

Regarding your job it was surprisingly ordinary. You'd already done a similar role at home so you had no trouble in fitting in; in fact, you were a little too good at your job.

Despite working in such close proximity to Kokomi you had little time for a chat outside of work related business due to the never-ending schedule. Unfortunately you weren't tasked with handling more confidential documents so you'd have to find a way to sneak a peek.

Groaning as you cracked your neck the familiar sound of furious scribbling communicated Kokomi's frustration more than words ever could. Looking over you noticed that she wasn't signing off a document, rather a smaller and more compact book. You silently peeked over her shoulder but before you could read anything she snapped it shut and smiled at you.

Just when she was about to propose another walk a soldier entered urgently, "Your Excellency, there's been an issue with the rations. The suppliers-"

Kokomi held up her hand and the guard zipped his mouth. The two walked out but not without Kokomi nodding for you to continue work.

The amount of trust they placed on you was ridiculous.

As soon as the door shut you immediately snooped around; you opened drawers and pulled out files, pursing your lips when you encountered locked cabinets. The key was probably in Kokomi's house but you doubt even you would be allowed there.

From time to time you'd glance at the door as if Kokomi and her army would barge in and declare it a set up. Hopefully not. Pushing out a pin buried in your hair you got to work on lock picking the locked cabinets; such a delicate procedure, if you don't want to leave any trace, had your hands trembling in anxiety and face flushing. After what seemed like ages the lock gave way.

You mouth dried as you hastily sifted through the mass of documents ranging from recent to almost outdated; none had what you were looking for. It wasn't until a label caught your eye that you could finally breathe.

'Food Rationing Log'

Splaying the document on the table you didn't stop scrawling on your notepad even when your hand cramped up from poor writing posture. Every important detail was recorded.

Now your mission could begin in earnest.

...

The first step was to sow doubt in her army. What better to start with than someone with considerable influence?

Sighing your nerves away, your hands halted in their fumbling when a familiar general appeared. He had a look of curiosity and determination as he approached. Good.

"Sorry I'm a bit late, someone got injured and-"

"It's fine, I wasn't waiting long anyways." You gestured with your head and you both began walking, "You must be itching to hear of my report. I've no doubt it'll be of some importance for you."

"Of course. I would've asked Kokomi but she told me to refer to you instead." Gorou chewed his lips, "So about Inazuma..."

"It's become worse. I'm afraid a civil war will occur between the classes if something doesn't happen soon; the unity of the people is absolutely at stake." You took a breath to sort your thoughts, "What do you think? The upper class refuse to share their resources in fear of their own running out, and the lower class has just been expanding. A recession might hit soon."

"Then that'll mean we're left with the weak as our support, and that's if they aren't afraid of a war. It'll be much difficult to garner enough manpower for now."

You glanced at Gorou who crinkled his brow in deep thought. 'What would Her Excellency do?' was what he was probably thinking.

Clearing your throat you suggested, "Wouldn't it be wise to share some of your resources with them? Then they'd feel more inclined to join."

"That's already exceedingly difficult to do, especially in this storm. Not to mention the guards checking every package that arrives there. Besides, Her Excellency-"

"Has her own people to protect." The general's eyes twinkled at her mention. You'd have to dull that shine, "Meaning that unless their support is guaranteed she won't even touch on that option. I do have some connections however, if we were to send a few-"

"That won't be possible, not with our suppliers being stingy as is." He shook his head while your brows shot up. They were receiving external support? "Unless our boats magically expand and farms grow more fertile we'll have to think of something else."

"These suppliers... who are they? They can't be from Inazuma right?"

"You're right. They're not."

He infuriatingly stayed quiet after that, but something told you he wasn't too happy about the arrangements either. "Keeping secrets won't be very beneficial, I want the best for Inazuma as you do."

"Excuse me, I'll have to discuss with Her Excellency."

You scrunched your nose as the general fled the scene. Kokomi this, Kokomi that, how about thinking for yourself? You're a general! Rolling your eyes you continued your stroll alone. The water licked the shore as if to tease you.

...

Multiple angles of approach ended in failure as the general either fled or changed the subject stubbornly. Espionage made your nerves jittery but times like this left you with no choice.

You gave it a few weeks, instead discussing other problems such as the vision hunt decree and increase in arranged marriages, before you spied an opportunity; there was a break in your schedule When Kokomi excused herself for a power nap and the soldiers near your quarters were gone for training.

From the Food Rationing Log you'd gotten the location of where the resources were stored. Finding the storage was trickier but a few signs did the job. Soldiers were stationed in front of the door and there were probably a few stationed at the back as well. You tsked and retreated for now. You needed a distraction.

...

Among other things crafting was a hard learned skill for you. Seeing the alien environment you've had to make do with substitutions and ended up with a loosely similar result. The products lay inside of your mattress in case Kokomi decided that your mess called for room service.

It was a bomb, to put it simply. Not enough to cause serious harm but enough to damage a few supplies. As for the distraction...

"Why don't you try a party?"

Kokomi tiredly raised her head.

"There hasn't been an invasion for a while so what better than to throw a small party?"

"You're not just saying that so you can eat all the food right?"

Your lips involuntary quirked up. Kokomi mulled over the suggestion, "It's certainly not a bad idea. In fact with all the tension from other problems they probably need a reliever, why don't you help me plan?"

...

That night the smell of seafood and alcohol wafted in the humid air with none the wiser.

...

It was little over dawn when you were on your way to the storage.

Running up to the lock you lock picked like you've never lock picked before with trembling hands, bomb tucked in your pocket. The creak of the doors sounded as you scoured the place for the freshest pile; dates were tagged onto the wooden crates so you quickly found the most recent one and slipped the flat bomb underneath, hoping it didn't look too obvious.

Who were you kidding, it's gonna detonate sooner or later anyway. It had a pressure sensor after all.

Thankfully many of the soldiers had indulged in their wine so their hangovers delayed their punctuality enough for you to slip back into bed. Your body was still shaking from adrenaline even when enough time passed.

It was around lunch when news of the explosion spread. You were working in Kokomi's office as usual when it happened; fortunately you've timed it on the same day new supplies were to be stored according to the Log, meaning that it incriminated the suppliers. Better yet, the storage was half destroyed and Kokomi had cut contact with the suppliers if their argument was anything to go by.

You were now part of the crowd watching the soldiers section off the storage as a hazard area. A few sniffles from the crowd. Ah yes, a few had gotten caught in the crossfire, but what was a war without casualties? If anything it achieved what you were aiming for anyway.

Kokomi wore a solemn expression as she faced the crowd, hands clutched tightly. Her speech was certainly novel material and even moved a few to tears; 'another trial, something about spirits, blah blah.

You feigned sympathy and ignored the sharp stare Kokomi was giving you.

After the crowd dispersed Kokomi retreated into her room, her small journal once again in hand. Just what secrets was she hiding in that? No doubt there would be vulnerabilities you could exploit if you were to get your hands on that book.

Gorou was about to leave when you carefully approached him, "How are you feeling?"

"Numb." Gorou pursed his lips, "I don't know what to think. This has never happened before... "

As if suddenly remembering who he was the general shook his head and forced a smile, though his eyes were less than kind. "I'm sorry, did you need something?"

"No, I just wanted to check up on you." You made eye contact and softened your gaze, "I can't imagine how much pressure you're under now. Do you want to talk?"

"Not really."

"Really?"

"... " Gorou sighed, "Her Excellency was adamant about us accepting the supplier's offer but now that this has happened... I'm starting to think her judgement is..."

His eyes widened when he realised what he was about to say and immediately backtracked, "No, she couldn't have known. We're in a desperate situation so of course her hand would've been forced."

"Are you sure? She could've invested in agricultural efforts but instead decided to rely on outsiders, doesn't that sound reckless for you? What if the supplier decided to stop their support, how'd you feed yourself then?"

Gorou slumped and hid his face, "I don't know. I..."

Looks like he just needed a little push.

...

Bubbles tickled your skin as you danced across the water with Kokomi.

Pastel hair drifted around you both as her robes blended seamlessly with the ocean. Your body felt heavy even when it was easily handled by the Priestess who executed each move flawlessly. Despite the close proximity you couldn't get a good view of her face.

Before you knew it the dance came to a close. Your leaning body was supported by your friend's hand, goosebumps decorating your flesh as her free palm slid up your chest, past your collarbone-

And wrapped around your neck.

Dark blue tunnelled your vision as you were pushed into the sea; salt burned your eyes and throat, the sudden pressure overwhelming. Your hands shot up to hers which only squeezed tighter. In your last breath her muss of hair crawled from her face enough to reveal the set of teeth adorning her jaw.

Your scream was swallowed by the darkness that followed. The icy depths consumed both your beings.

Cold. You were so cold.

It took a while for your vision to clear and you to realise that you were hunched over the bed, drenched in sweat despite your cool body temperature.

Your hands ached from clutching the sheets so tightly in an attempt to ground yourself. Your legs shook uncontrollably even after confirming that, yes, you were safe and not drowning 600 feet under water.

Upon hearing the familiar titter of birds you've never more wanted to throw yourself out the window.

"Are you okay? Yesterday's incident didn't rattle you too much did it?"

Your eyes drooped yet you still gave a half smile, "I guess it did a little haha. Nevermind me, what about you? I can't imagine how stressful it must be for you."

"I admit this situation has seriously reduced our stock, but it's not as if I haven't anticipated this outcome. We have emergency rations but no doubt will it run out soon. Looks like we'll have to invest in those farms after all."

The pinkette rubbed her face; unbeknownst to her the smallest grin wormed its way up your cheek. Your hands gently caressed her shoulders, "Why don't you take a break for now? You've been working non-stop even before I came in, what do you say to a-"

Kokomi raised a brow when your body involuntarily froze at the thought of another walk to the shores. You coughed and squeezed, "Nap. You can't fool me with concealer."

The Priestess mumbled but allowed herself to be dragged out the room.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

As soon as those words left your mouth her hand gripped your wrist. You hissed when her nails dug into your skin and tried to back away but her abnormal strength had you pinned to the outside wall as she locked her office door.

"I think we both need a break." Kokomi's smile was terse. You nodded in agreement, though your soul was groaning in frustration.

During the nap she'd clung onto you as if you were a teddy bear, nothing like the reserved woman you thought she was. It was suffocating, especially with the humid air making everything unnecessarily sticky with salt.

You took this time to sort your thoughts; the people's reverence for Kokomi were bound to be shaken by your little stunt, and consequently they possibly have to deal with starvation. For all her smarts you doubt Kokomi would be able to find another supplier any time soon.

And her book. It looked to be a personal journal, so it would most likely be kept in here for the majority of the time. Without moving your head your eyes scanned the room; thankfully you were facing the edge of the bed so you didn't alert your friend.

If you were Kokomi where would you hide it? A reserved woman who holds personal things near to her heart and takes precaution in (almost) everything. Somewhere no one would think of looking...

Your eyes were instinctively drawn to her cork board - more specifically, towards the edge. Even after all those years you'd remember the first time you accidentally found her diary during a game of hide and seek.

At that moment the hair on your neck rose. Chills scuttled up your spine and you swallowed, hyper focusing on the bubbles glistening in the window. After evening your breathing you looked over your shoulder - to see Kokomi still sleeping.

Despite this confirmation you couldn't fall back to sleep.

...

More fishing boats were out than ever.

You bit your cheek as you watched people haul boats from the docks; you'd done some snooping and, unless they were concealing some super harbour, their marine fleet was severely lacking. If the shogun's army surrounded the island there'd be little to contest them.

Satisfied you gave a small grin. The general was close enough to catch it - 'I'm just glad your people managed to quickly recover after that incident' you'd excused but the general gave no reply. It irked you, however you managed to maintain your smile.

...

That night you wrote your second letter.

You coalated your findings, using encryption lest it be intercepted. Kokomi would have to be removed in order for the invasion to work so for now you'll await Sara's response for the best course of action.

Knocking on your door interrupted your writing and you silently packed away before opening the door.

"Gorou?"

The general opened his mouth as if to say something but ultimately walked past. You resisted the urge to grab his shoulder for his rudeness when you noticed his tail swishing erratically and his ears twitching.

His gloves squeaked as he wrung his hands in indecisiveness and you quickly closed the door. These opportunities just keep falling into your lap huh?

Your hand carefully clasped his shoulder, "What happened?"

"I-" He bit his lip, "I think you may have a point in Her Excellency."

That was quicker than expected, but you weren't one to look a gift horse in its mouth. His next words answered your unspoken questions:

"I overheard her discussion with the other generals and- I think she may be losing her mind a little. With all her other duties, this incident had hurt her more than expected. She's... ordering raids in small, nearby islands"

You blinked. He elaborated, "The inhabitants have remained strictly neutral so they stand no chance against us. If she continues down this path soon we'll have two dictators to worry about, both of which are difficult to fight."

"Are-are you sure?" The calm and composed Priestess?

"I don't want to believe it either, but..." Gorou tried remaining stoic but his tucked tail gave him away. How devastating it must be to find out your only beacon of hope was the very thing you were fighting against.

"Do her people know?"

"Of course not, we don't want an Inazuma 2. I tried to talk her out of it but she was adamant, the best course of action is to subdue her until she calms down but it'd be difficult to face her directly so I came to you for ideas."

Your eyes glinted, "As much as I want to be of help I'm afraid too much time has passed for us to be as close as we once were. However, if we get her journal we may gain an advantage."

Gorou's brows furrowed as if His Excellency's privacy was more important than the balance of Watatsumi island but he eventually acquiesced. The two of you schemed under the watchful eye of the moon, occasionally glancing at the closed window as if someone was eavesdropping.

When the general finally snuck away you finished the letter with new developments. Purple slithered to its destination as you eagerly awaited Sara's approval.

...

Your cousin's response was swift, decoding the encryption it summarily read:

'The fleet will arrive in the night. If something comes up you know how to warn us. Well done.'

Well done.

Your lips involuntary curled up at the praise as the letter evaporated. Getting up you couldn't help but admire the blue coating your room even when it was morning, truly feeling like a once submerged island.

You carried on your duties as usual until the agreed time when the general dragged the priestess off. Watching the two leave Kokomi's office you tried a smile when your friend looked back, only to receive a blank look instead. As soon as the door closed you leant against it and listened for their fading footsteps.

Once the coast was clear you beelined for her bedroom trying to not seem like you were in a rush. Upon entering the room, you immediately scanned the cork board; it was decorated with various reports and notes which you tried no to disturb as your fingers dragged along the edges until they hit a bump.

Even after all these years... You huffed and used one of Kokomi's pens to lift the slot out. The pastel journal fell and you narrowly managed to catch it, heart bursting from your ribcage.

Eyes flicking towards the door you inwardly tutted at the lack of lock on her journal and opened the first page. Skimming over the paragraphs (scrunching your nose at the abnormal amount of mentions of your name) you hurriedly flicked through the pages till you reached the date of when you first landed on Watatsumi.

' xx.xx.xx

As they say, the best things really do just happen on a random day. I was just taking my usual stroll when (Y/n) crawled up the shore - weirdly enough I was just thinking of them the other day, but who am I to complain?'

Skip. As much as you'd like to hear more of yourself were on a time limit; passages flipped by when your eye caught a particularly interesting paragraph:

'I've been feeling more irritable lately. My people have been struggling more than usual and non-stop reports have been made and requested. Admittedly the only reason I've not burnt out yet was due to (Y/n), even their mere presence has got me motivated, though I'm not sure how long this will last.'

You raised a brow at the last line, was she talking about the momentary peace? Another page read:

'My dear (Y/n) suggested a party, which I think even I need; finally the spotlight won't be on the Priestess, rather I get to enjoy some quiet. Hopefully I'll be able to entertain (Y/n) in the meantime.'

You barely remember the conversation you had with Kokomi that night, too busy ensuring that each soldier had their fair share of intoxication.

'I really hope they change their mind.'

Your finger froze in the midst of turning the page. You could've sworn you heard something.

Throat dry you wildly looked around, eyes lagging on the wardrobe and potential hiding spots until they landed on the door. Plucking up the courage you crept up to the entrance and peeked through the eyehole.

A large expanse of familiar blue cooled your nerves and you let out a breath. Must've been your paranoia. You turned back to the book.

'There was an explosion in the storage. 4 wounded, 2 dead. I should have expected this, really. I was a fool to think I could endear myself to them. Fool fool you are such a fool-'

'For all our years together you'd think they'd learn to cover their tells by now, but I guess even rigorous training can't tame that brat. Do I me-n anything more than an obsta--- or e--en a pawn? D-d al thos- year- m--n nothing -o t-em? Of course n-t t-at can-t b- tr-e, ri-ht no it -cant. It ca-nt it c-nt it can-t -t c--t --c an- n-r- it - ca-nt ca--nt- -ncan-tn ca-nt-cnan--t--a---t--------t i-a ta-ca- t n t--t-- --- fnca- nt- i------ ac---nt i---ca--nt---i-t--an---a---i---------------it----------------ca-------------n-------a--t-------------------d--o----------------------------------------------------------------y--------------------------o---------------------------------u--------------------------b-----------------------l--e--------------------------e----d------'

The next page was filled with numbers.

Though your body remained still your rapid heart beat thrummed under your hot skin. It was too stuffy in here. You shakily stood up. Breathe, you need to breathe.

The book slid onto the floor but you didn't care. Swinging open the door you almost tripped when you remembered your surrounding; the walls were pink and purple.

Where the hell did that blue come from?

You turned a corner, set towards no destination when-

...

"You're up."

Saliva choked you momentarily.

"How are you feeling?"

White light forced you to squint at your captors. Kokomi and Gorou. Their soldiers no where to be seen.

You tried looking around but your head was strapped against the chair with your limbs in a similar situation. Gorou's expression was schooled though you could see the slight furrow of his brow; Kokomi on the other hand, you couldn't see her face against the light.

None of them spoke. It took you a while to find your voice, "What, Gorou-"

"General Gorou. I think you can work out for yourself what had happened, or rather, what's going to."

At a total loss of words you gaped at the duo, not knowing where to start - where did things go so wrong? "Wait, what do you mean 'going to happen'?"

"Those letters." Your heart sunk as Kokomi spoke, "We have elemental detectors here, is that so hard to believe? Food wasn't the only thing those suppliers sold us."

"What were the numbers in your book? Some kind of-"

"It's laughable you think you have an iota of control here (Y/n). If I were you I'd be grovelling for forgiveness."

You grit your teeth and tried not to let the panic show, eyes darting around the room for any torture devices before settling on their visions; suffocation, stabbing, who knows how far they'll go now that a piggy bank of information was at their disposal.

Your tongue ran along your poison-implant of a tooth. Would you be able to do it?

"Tough luck getting anything out of me 'cause I won't be giving you-" You barely suppressed a flinch when Gorou clicked his tongue, legs trembling in anxiety.

"There's no need for that. We have all the information here." Kokomi held up your ring. "It took a while for us to decode but we'd already encountered a similar encryption from the last captured soldier. And I must say, well done for leading them right to us."

The small flare of hope died out when you realised the implication, "No... No, if you- if you do that then I'll kill myself. Kokomi I'm not joking-"

"Then do it."

You immediately shut up. However, as if to make sure, Kokomi snagged your jaw and dug her fingers into your mouth. Your body cringed as her abnormally sharp nails cut your mouth. Metallic burned your throat when the woman finally retreated with your fake tooth in her palm.

Looking up as if to retort you were taken aback when your eyes met her familiar depthless ones - only, they adorned slit pupils. A blink later and they were gone.

Fuck, did you somehow ingest a bit of the poison?

Acknowledging your defeat you allowed the general to untie you and lead you out of the darkened room.

Even at night the air was suffocating. As you passed by the other islanders you attempted to keep a dignified demeanour against their hostility, but it was difficult with Gorou pushing your back from time to time.

Eventually you reached a spot outlooking the rough seas - no longer as tame as when you danced with Kokomi - where a few soldiers greeted her. It seemed you were right on time as the looming fleet of the Shogun's Army came into view; through the storm they persisted with the aid of a buffer crafted by the deity herself, though you doubt they'd be much help against what the Watatsumi Army had in store.

However, despite the encroaching threat no one moved. It was as if they were all waiting for something...

Before even the first explosion of a ship hull you made the realisation; they weren't just numbers. They were coordinates.

A shout bubbled in your throat when you caught sight of purple flashes; Sara tried flying to escape the destruction but a wave slammed into her ship, its force swallowing her whole.

It was as if the waters had a mind of its own. Soon what remained of staggering warships were reduced to planks and broken material. Watatsumi soldiers finally crept up to the shore to finish off any surviving opponents. Your cousin never surfaced.

As you sunk to your knees Kokomi sighed at your resignation, eyes stuck on the restless waves. "You told me I was made for war, but I disagree. Otherwise you would be seven feet under after we squeezed every bit of intelligence from you. If anything I was made for loving you."

You couldn't help the laughter that erupted at her claim.

Kokomi was nonplussed, "As such I've come to the conclusion that you were fed lies to groom your loyalty, Kujous are the closest to the Shogun after all. I've decided to give you a second chance and deprogram those teachings."

"You're wrong. My archon has great plans for me, for all of us. Why are you fighting so hard against it? You can't possibly understand the workings of a God."

"But I do."

A thing of legends, yet you couldn't deny the sight before you; neither hallucinations nor fungi could conjure such a hyperrealistic image as Kokomi fully turned.

Orobaxi.

"My loyalty is to my people, and I will not let a variable such as you go uncorrected again." The orange flames in the distance bled into her visage and she smiled serenely.

"Welcome to Watatsumi Island, my love."

#yandere #yandere genshin #yandere kokomi #gender neutral reader

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Unexpected Judgement Ch 6

Warnings: Language, smut, some punishments, mildly OOC casey tbh, but this is old so we'll role with it.

Benson had cleared you to leave after spending most of the afternoon with SVU, you’d barely gotten back to your car when you got a message from Casey telling you to meet her at her apartment. Figuring it was about your testimony you headed over, butterflies in your stomach, still hesitant about seeing her so soon. When you let yourself into her apartment you found her at the island, legal pad in front of her.

“What’d you wanna start with?” She placed her pen to the side, folding her hands in front of her.

“I’m not sure..maybe at the part where you failed to mention that Judge Donnelly is your Mother?!” Her voice was even colder than it was in Liz’s office, while you’d been down at SVU she’d clearly had time to think over an argument.

“Case..”

“No.” Your chest tightened at the stare she was giving you. “She’s my BOSS! I honestly feel like I could lose my job over this! Do you understand how severe that is?”

“I do! She can’t fire you because of this! She won’t!” You pleaded back, you could feel tears wanting to blur your eyes, doing your best to fight them off.

“You sound pretty sure about that.”

“I am!”

“What, you’ve already fucked your way through the DA’s office.” Ouch. Playing dirty wasn’t her usual tactic, she hadn’t even really meant for it to slip out, but part of her had that concern.

“No! Oh my GOD Casey! You’re the only lawyer I’ve ever dated.”

“Yeah, because your Mother is the goddamn Bureau Chief!”

“I didn’t even know you were a lawyer that first night! It would’ve been too late to take it back anyways!”

“And that makes it any better for not telling me?”

“If I had known you were an A.D.A. I would’ve at least tried to stay away.”

“So why not tell me when you did find out I worked for her?”

“Cause I’m so goddamn in love with you and I didn’t want you to get freaked out and walk away because of it!” She faltered slightly, in the months you’d been together, you’d both been much more about showing how much you loved each other, despite never actually saying it.

“Jesus Y/N, I fucking love you too but that doesn’t excuse—“ She stopped as she approached you, brows furrowed, “Why are you shivering? The heat’s blasting.”

“Because…you are…really fucking hot when you’re mad…” A cock of her brow and smirk of her lips was all it took to completely flip the vibe in the room, her voice low and husky when she spoke.

“Well…I can think of a way you can make this up to me now….And, I’m thinking that you need to be punished baby girl…” Her fingers trailed along your jaw, tilting your chin up to her, your breath hitched, nearly whimpering as she laid her lips against you. The kiss was torturously slow, teasing against your mouth as she backed you into the bedroom. “Strip.” You were quick to comply, shedding your clothes to the floor, drinking in Casey’s body as she left herself in just the lacy bra and underwear she had on.

Casey sat on the foot of the bed, scooting back until the back of her knees hit the mattress. She crooked her fingers at you, pulling you into a searing kiss full of heat and carnal desire before gave you the gentle shove to position yourself draped across her lap. She stroked through your hair, moving it out of your face, humming in satisfaction at your will to submit. Her fingers trailed along your naked skin, leaving a quake of goosebumps in their paths, causing your to shiver again. She gave your ass cheek a tight squeeze before tracing her hand between your legs, chuckling at how wet you already were, teasing your folds.

“So, what’d you think? Two spanks for every month you’ve kept that little secret from me? You okay with 10?” She’d left one hand teasing your folds while the other soothed the tight skin of your ass. You let out a whimper as her fingers hit your clit,

“Yes…please…” You moaned when her fingers dipped into you, hips jolting at the contact as she began to edge you. Your eyes clenched shut you let out a gasp when the first spank hit you, groaning at the light sting. “Harder…please..” Casey chuckled at that, rubbing where she’d hit before coming down with more force on the other side.

“I don’t hear you counting baby girl…” You whimpered out a one, knowing that since you missed the first one, she was starting over. By the time you’d reached 6 you were a quivering mess against her lap, juices leaking down your thighs, dripping onto Casey, she’d continued to edge you, pumping her fingers, circling your clit while the pressure of her spanking increased. You let out a loud moan of an 8, feeling the coil about to burst inside you. Casey could feel your walls fluttering around her fingers and instantly removed them, you let out a sob as the last two spanks came down hard and one right after another. “Did you really think I was gonna let you cum?” Her hands gently soothed at the reddened cheeks as she leant down to lay a gentle series of kisses across your shoulder. You shot her a half glare at the comment, if you were being punished, you certainly didn’t think so but you’d been so goddamn close. “You okay?” She murmured, pulling you up to sitting in her lap, you nodded.

“Yeah…And I believe I have something to make up for.” It was your turn to smirk, lips plunging against hers, moving with grace, tongue swiping across her bottom lip, begging for entrance. Your hands wrapped around her, unclipping her bra and tossing it aside while your tongue rolled against hers, eagerly exploring her mouth like it was the first time all over again.

Pushing her back on the bed, your mouth moved down her jaw, eagerly nipping at her earlobe before sucking a path down her neck, biting into the sweet spot. Your hands trailed around her body, pinching at her nipples before one snuck under the band of her panties. Casey’s hips flew off the bed at the contact, a moan echoing out into the room as your lips traced across her collarbone, pausing briefly to suck a nipple into your mouth before you grasped her panties, pushing them off and settling between her thighs. You knew she’d kill you if you teased her any longer, quickly lapping at her cunt, tongue flicking her clit at the end of a broad strip.

Her back arched off the bed, hands gripping against the sheets in pleasure. She could feel every tiny movement, the way your tongue moved against her electrifying her senses, alerting every nerve, her body tingling. Once your fingers dove in, her walls began fluttering, her breaths coming out in hot pants when your mouth wrapped tightly around her clit. Body on fire, a sheen of glistening sweat covering it, she moaned out your name, the pressure building, hips thrusting up against you, pushing you even closer to her. A sob escaped her lips as you felt her walls clench down on your fingers like a vice, juices escaping around them, dampening the sheets. You gently laid a kiss on her quivering inner thigh, crawling back up her body, tugging her to curl against your side.

“I think it’s safe to say apology accepted.” She murmured, causing you to let out a breath of a lap, kissing her forehead. You lay in silence for a while, snuggled against each other in a happy afterglow before you broke the silence, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I am really sorry for not telling you. It was a completely irresponsible mistake, I just really, really didn’t want to lose you…” Casey laid a gentle kiss to your collarbone. “I meant what I said, I do really love you.”

“I love you too.” Your hand came to gently play with her hair, heart swelling at actually hearing the words. “And I accept that apology…and I’m sorry about the DA office comment, that was uncalled for.” You could see her lips spread into a small smile.

“S’okay. We don’t have to tell anyone right away…definitely not drop it like a bomb on her. I can casually mention on Sunday that we’re starting to hang out as friends, the case’ll probably come up anyways. Give her some time to warm up to friendship and us hanging out outside work before I mention dating.”

“I don’t need to go asking for her permission for your hand do I?” Casey half joked, causing you to snort.

“No…”

You laid snuggled up for a while longer, beginning to map out a bit of a game plan in case things went haywire. You’d made the agreement to not tell anyone from the DA’s office or SVU, or really anyone that had a link to Liz. Promising to keep your hands to yourselves in the vicinity of Hogan Place, and purposely picking places for dates that there was less likely to be an interruption. In the meantime you’d turned on Netflix for background noise and ordered take out, both of you now too lazy to bother cooking. When you heard a knock at the door, you hopped out of bed, tugging on one of Casey’s oversized Harvard shirts,

“You sure you’ve got this one?” She asked,

“Pretty sure I owe you Case…” Smiling to yourself you grabbed your wallet, unlatching and opening the door. It wasn’t the delivery guy, Rita Calhoun stood in front of you. Her face scrunched in confusion, thinking she must’ve gotten the address wrong, you dropped your head in a groan, “Jesus fucking Christ…”

“You need more cash?” Casey called, she was two steps ahead of you though,

“NO!” You tried to stop her but the way the apartment was set up the instant she stepped out of the bedroom (wrapped in a silky robe nonetheless) Rita could see her.

“Calhoun?”

Rita pulled out the folded blue paper from her purse.

“Motion to suppress.”

“Suppress what?” Casey moved towards the door despite the awkward situation, her work brain flew back on.

“Y/N’s testimony. We have Lucy’s testimony that’s all we need.”

“Do you always go after 8 year olds on the stand?” You questioned,

“Do you always answer the door without pants on?” Rolling your eyes you gave her a playful shove, grabbing the warrant to pass to Casey. “How long has this..” She gestured between the two of you, “Been going on?”

“Five months…” You admitted, Casey let out a shriek (understandably, you’d JUST agreed to not tell anyone from work), Rita let out a laugh,

“Aha-oh…sweetheart your Mom is going to fucking kill both of you.”

Casey turned back, confusion written across her face, you seemed strangely comfortable around Rita, and she’d never heard the woman swear before.

“You tell her about this and I will snitch about when you and your friends got wine drunk off Mom’s booze and I got blamed for it when I was seventeen!”

“Wait..what?” You turned back to your girlfriend, realizing how bizarre everything must seem.

“Rita’s my Aunt..well..not by blood but you know what I mean…”

“Your secrets safe with me, don’t worry.” She gave a soft smile to the pair of you, “I knew you had new girlfriend…go put on some pants.” She gave you a playful swat, “I’ll see you at trial.” And with that she was gone

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