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jester089 · 7 months

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Gotta say, massive fan of the work you’ve pumped out, especially for TADC (it came out two weeks or so ago and there’s this much already what?!)

That said, could you write for the gang (separately, I’m sorry l know it’s a lot) who’s s/o resisted abstraction? Like, they were halfway through but turned back through sheer will? *Insert John Wick reference* This has been ping ponging in my head for a while. Thanks for listening! XO

Glitchy pain

I've written for something like this before. And I wasn't sure if you wanted angst or fluff. But since what I wrote before was angst I'm gonna just donna do my ideas on this one. Also to anyone else who feels like requesting don't be afraid to ask for a lot of characters. My max is like 10 and only because Tumblr doesn't like super long posts. I honestly don't think I would have a max if not for that. But really from like 7 pm to 4 am I got a lot of free time and the want to write. So ask to your hearts content. TADC crew x (kind of) abstracted reader

Caine

Caine was floating around when he heard what sounded like a pained and glitchy scream? He quickly floats over to where he heard it from only to find you clutching your head crumpled up into a ball on the floor. He was about to float down and ask you what happened before he noticed the random glitches, black spiky flesh, and randomly colored eye balls all appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye. So he backed off, a little sad over the fact you were abstracting but life goes on. Until you let out another pained scream, it was almost like the abstraction reacted as the second you screamed it reverted a bit and slowed down. It continues like that for who knows how long. You in a mental and physical battle with abstraction. Caine just staring completely taken back by what he was witnessing. After enough time you vomit a nasty and seemingly living blob of black goo onto the floor and pass out. Caine stares at your motionless body for a few seconds before snapping out of it. He puts the weird goo blob into the cellar and takes you back to your room. He doesn't even know how to react, so he sits there at your bedside waiting for you to wake up. Once you do he is relived to find it's still you, speaking in full sentences and everything. Sure your voice and body have the occasional glitch but overall you're ok. So he leaves you be, mostly. He still needs to study your code for how you did that. But past that and him being a bit more "walking on egg shells" around you, but nothing really changes. And not wanting the others to think your a threat, you and Caine don't tell anyone.

Gangle

Gangle was wandering around looking for you. Her comedy mask broke again and you were the only one who knew how to fix it properly. She could patch it up sure but it never lasted long. Much like Caine she heard you scream out, only difference being she recognized your voice. She quickly changed from casual and aimless stroll to sprint with reason finding you leaned against a wall holding your stomach looking like your about to throw up. She runs up to you and places a hand(?) on each side of your head staring into your eyes. She in a panicked voice asks "Are you ok?! What happened?!" You half shove her away a garbled and messy version of your voice half screaming out that it isn't safe. You quickly regret taking the energy to speak and move as a giant surge of pain jolts up your digital spine forcing you onto your knees. You let out another pained groan/scream as black goo starts oozing out of your mouth. It's only then that Gangle realizes your glitching! She panics and tells you to stay calm while she gets Caine. Gangle sprints off with a mission luckily finding Caine rather quickly. She especially screams at him to help her/follow her. He listens and follows her. When she gets back to where she left you, your passed out. But you aren't glitching anymore. And your not fully abstracted. She carefully walks over to you and sets a gentle hand (ribbon) on your face feeling a whole lot of relief when you half swat at her hand in your sleep. She'll watch you while you sleep making sure you aren't disturbed but when you're awake and she's sure you're ok you are going to be getting a whole lot of cuddles from her. Her comedy mask can wait.

Zooble

Zooble was missing a leg and was hobbling/jumping her way towards your room to ask if you'd seen it. She knocked on your door only to receive no response. She knocks again. Nothing. So she unlocks it with the spare key you gave her. She is stunned by what she sees. Obsessive scribbles covering your walls. Wall paper torn and dirtied. She takes a few cautious steps before finally hearing you say in a horrible sounding voice "P̵̛̣̤̪̑̈́̄͆̚p̴̹͇̆̑̐͠ṕ̷͔̼͙̅̀͐̿͋͜͝P̵̢͚̩̱̮̭̉͜͠l̵͔̟̰̘̼̹̼̯͉͆ḛ̴̣͈̖͛̈́̏̏͌̕͜a̴̢͇̣̮̠͕̮͆̾s̸̡͉̣̺̯͚̾̈́͋̃̑͊͘s̵̼͛̃͛̄̏̊̊͜͠ͅs̷̨̯̬̯͊e̵̢̪̜̗͙̞͈̠͌̔͠s̸̢͔̝̳̞͈̭̲͂͆̇̄͛́́͗ͅͅ ̴̗̻̳̗̜̙̹̘͒̒̑̅̂̎̚͘w̴̰̘͂͊̌̒͘w̸̢̦̑̍̈́͊W̷̨̄̑̌̂̚͝W̵̦̙͇̝̲̪̝̫̜̰̄͑̚w̶̮͐̏̀͊͠h̴̬̤̠̩̰͋͗̾̓̈́̍̅ó̴͍̭͇̯͚̮͔̽̓̔̈́ ̶̥̑͋͒̿̀Ê̶̼͎͇͍̳̯͌͋͐̓̋v̸̢͓̩͗͜͝v̴͇͇̮̻͖̪͕̰̹̫̔̌̎̇̑́ë̷̪̤̫̪͌͂̓̕͘e̵̢̨̱̘̗͙̘̱̱̩̎̾̀v̸͍̄͠ë̶̡̙̠̣̰̠́͜r̸͇̰͖̍͑͌̆̌ ̷̯̼͕͍̭̭̲͙̰̽̈́͝y̷̪͉͓͗̿̀̐̈̃̆õ̷̢̜̮̬͒̈́͒̿̀̽̈́͂̈́ǘ̸̡̟̭̩̠̜̬͙̃ṵ̴̭̮̹̯̺̜̤̈͂̽u̸̬̠͉̺͍̰͉̦͌̋́̃͌̊͘͜ ̵̲͖̩̹̲̊̐͂͝͝a̵̰̩̻̗͕͎̮͈̥̫͂̂̌̆̆̎̑a̴̭͒͐̏̎́́͝à̶̛̘̮͍̟̻͕̰̽̍͛̽̈́̃͛͝r̴͎͚͇̻̞̬͑̂̅̿͋̅̂͊̔ą̴̛̱̱̗̔̈́̈́̔͒̆̌͘͠r̵̺̰̬̹̮̬̘̜̈́̊͗͛̅̌͌͘͜ę̸̛̺̞͚̹̘̱̥̲̒̍̏̔͛̌̚ȇ̴̩.̶̛̖̙̦̝̹̰͔̉͂̆̉̐̾̐͠͝ ̵̘̙͎̼̻̩̬͖͌̉̾̂̄͜J̵͐̏̇̈́̑̃͜͝͝j̶̛̠̬̟̓͗͗͆̆̀̈́̿̂͜j̴̢͍̦͉̯͑̍̓J̷̨̧̢̳̟̠̯͖͖͚̐̈̏̓̈͐̎̐͝j̶̫̞̬͖̯̯̹̺̩͆̾̽́̈́̄ͅJ̵͖̘̫̓u̷̡̧͔̥͇͕͔̞̠̇͛̈́̎͂̌͂͘̕ş̶͕̫̎ṫ̷͈͖̲̩͉͌̅̍̈́́̿ ̷̠͕͕̖̜̻̯̻̖̃̏̀͂͑́l̷̳̣̼̓̈́̊̈́̈̎̀́̋̚͜L̶̡̜̣͔͔̼̠̗̎̇̈́̕Ļ̴̞̟̱̹͓̹̪͖͚̂̐͐̑̂͆̐̓̚͠ḽ̶̢̧̙̺̯͖̰͓͐͗̽̈́̃̔̀̾̕l̴̢̢̳̜̣̦̎́́̔̕̚e̷͔̫͉̘͉̓̓͋͊̀̿̄̕͝ͅã̷̡̢̝̮͔̮̰̱͒͌̈͊̾͂͠ͅͅv̷̗̼͎̠̝̋̓͒͛̂͐͜͜è̶̪̟̲̘̃̓ ̴̺̊̉͑̉̽̅́̕̕m̸̧̦͔̙͍̘̭̲̄͂m̸̧̫͎͌̀̃͜ͅM̴͍͍̫͚̺͚̪̺̿́̒͋̂͐̿͗̚͘m̴̛̘̼͔͑̿̏̅͌̊̾̕e̴̩̟͈̙͑̏͐̆̓͆̏̚͠͝ ̵̳̤͉͉͙̬̥̉̓́̀̓̃̀̌̊͜ͅḁ̶̧̗͈͍͍̉͂̀͆͗̾̆́̚͜͝l̴̜͓͈̄͌̓̈́̉͊͊̍͝a̵̲͒̋̂͐́̊̕̚͝â̶̢͕̫̘̮͈̻͕͙̩͑̂ḹ̵̨̮̓̓̊̍̕̚͝o̵͖͔̥̳̊̐̀͠n̵̺̥̲͔͔̿͋̊ë̶̯̤̻́̌̎̎́̾͋̄̄̋.̵̪̑͆̀̎" (Please whoever you are. Just leave me alone.) She cautiously walks over to your bed and peaks over it. Your laying there curled up into a ball torn and broken items surrounding you. Y-your abstracting?! B-but... Zooble doesn't even really register the fact. She's in shock from seeing you like this. (I mean I would be too) You let out an ear piercing scream and claw at your own face with enough force to tear the skin, if you weren't digital at least. The glitching gets much much worse for a few seconds before just, stopping. No rhyme or reason that she can see. But you can bet your a&$ that after like 5 seconds pass and you stop showing signs of abstraction she's going to huddle near your spitting out so many questions. Mainly ones like "ARE YOU OK!?!" and "Your still with me right?! RIGHT!?!"

Kinger

Kinger would more likely then not be there when your first started glitching. And that might make him officially lose it. Your the second person in this hell (Queener) who he felt close too. And he outlived you too. Still you aren't abstracted yet. Maybe their's still a chance! So he sprints off screaming out for Caine in a voice that is loud enough to make you go deaf if you were too close to him. When he finds Caine. And he will find Caine he grabs him by the shoulders and sprints towards where he last saw you. He basically throws Caine at your glitching form and yells at him to fix you! In that second you stop glitching Caine did nothing and Kinger will basically tackle you. He'll pick you up and hold you over his head like a spear and sprint towards your rooms. Once there he will set up the comfiest coziest pillow fort possible then get you all comfy inside. Once he's sure your at least mostly safe and he's at least mostly calmed down he'll ask you about what happened. (Despite him being pretty crazy I really do feel like out of everyone he would be the best at communication in a friend or relationship. I mean he's that crazy and yet he still has manners and knowledge about a lot. Tbh he might become my fav. Idk it's possible.)

Ragatha

You were helping out Ragatha with a surprise she was making for everyone to lighten their moods when you said that you feel kind of sick so you were going to call it a night. She nods thanks you for the help you gave then gives you a quick peck to the lips as a send off. Not to much to her surprise you choose to lay in her bed instead of yours. Just something you do when you don't wanna be alone. She shrugs it off and keeps working actually quite grateful that you decided to not leave, not fully at least. She keeps working but stops when she hears some very concerning noises coming from your sleeping body. She turns around to see you tossing and turning an abnormal amount in your sleep, as well as making a lot of noises that sound like when someone is choking on their own blood. Concerned she carefully walks over to check on you only to recoil when she notices the glitching. She trips over her own foot and falls over onto her back. She quickly but clumsily gets up and gets back to you. She shakes you a bit trying to wake you up, but you don't only concerning her more. She yells calls out for Pomni who pokes her head through Ragatha's door a second later. Ragatha nearly screams at her to go get Caine. Pomni startled by Ragatha's tone turns heel and runs off to look for Caine while Ragatha stays with you. She keeps whispering things like "You're gonna be ok" and "Pomni's getting Caine just hang in there". Always keeping a hand on you not caring when it starts glitching out too. When Pomni returns with Caine, Ragatha full on yells at him to help you. He looks at you, then back at her, then with a apologetic tone says their isn't anything he can do as abstraction is one of those things he doesn't have control over. Ragatha breaks into tears. So she's gonna lose you, she was even there. BUT SHE CAN'T F@%#&$* HELP?! She holds onto you like you're her last tether to reality. And you seem to get better. Your at the very least don't seem to be in pain anymore! So she squeezes you, really f&$%@#* hard happier then should be possible that your improving.

Jax

Jax found you in his room voice glitching you huddled over in pain. At first he thought it was a revenge prank and acted accordingly. "Haha, very funny Y/N. Now get out of my room I need to do something." That is until you vomited up a ton of pitch black goo. Then he started taking it more seriously. He quickly crouches down and wraps an arm around you to try and provide some support. He freaks out and quickly pulls his arm back when you vomit up more goo and starts visibly glitching. He panics and quickly looks around his room locking onto a like 3 day old unopened water bottle. He opens it and hands it to you as well as a thing to squeeze that half yells to just hang in there he'll be right back. He sprints around not even knowing who to get. He sees Ragatha and half tackles her. He shouts directly into her face that you need help and that you in his room. He tosses her in the direction of his room then continues sprinting around not long after finding Caine. He grabs Caine ignoring his protests and runs back to his room where he fins Ragatha sitting next to his bed you tucked in. Your not vomiting anything and you aren't glitching. You're just shivering. He hears you mumble his name and literally kicks Ragatha and Caine out quickly getting to your side. After he feels he wont get hurt he quickly gets into bed holding you close "If you ever do that again I'm going to take back my vow to not tease you." He falls asleep with his chin resting on your head.

Pomni

At first when you started glitching Pomni didn't really know it was abstraction. She's never seen someone abstract after all, only seeing the finished product. But when you keep getting worse and worse she realizes that something is wrong. So she leaves you with a quick kiss then runs off to the communication thing Caine made after the whole Kaufmo incident. She calls him and when he picks up she screams into the phone that your glitching out. When Caine appears next to her she runs back over to where you are not even checking if Caine is following. When she gets back to you, you're still in really bad shape. She turns back to Caine and yells at him to help you. When he tells her that he can't she starts hyperventilating, then she sees him pick you up and the cellar hole open?! OH F&#$ NO! She basically punches Caine then clings to you protectively, ready to throw hands with Caine if she has to. Caine tries and pull her off when she starts glitching but she has the grip of a professional rock climber. So Caine has to keep curing her glitches at they appear. Cause in his mind your beyond help but she isn't. Then you start to improve. No more coughing and the glitching has slowed down! Pomni glares at Caine then turns back to you with a scared and tired smile on her face. Once your ok enough to talk you are going to get an earful. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL HER YOU WERE FEELING BAG ENOUGH TO ABSTRACT?!?!?! (Sorry this was so long. I got a little carried away. And surprisingly I'm pretty proud of this one. I hope you enjoyed it!)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine x reader #gangle x reader #zooble x reader #kinger x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #pomni x reader #noob author #not beta'd

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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Okayokayokayokay one niche kink I never really get into because if it were real it would be gore and I dislike seeing it in art because it’s anatomically sanitised (if that makes sense) is “all the way through”. But since you’ll def write gore I HAVE to ask

Would any of your OCs fuck somebody to death this way? Like I know many wouldn’t have the body type to actually manage this, but those who do.

(And on the other side, who would like to be fucked like this? Aside from Patches the Whore)

[I think you're talking about the types of goofy porn where someone gets fucked through but it's just the head popping out the mouth, that's funny as shit.]

TW: Absolutely nasty levels of gore.

It's not really that surprising who'd go for this.

Kalymir is a big fan of impalement. And he doesn't always get to do it, so he cherishes the times he does. He remembers the old days, where a couple of humans would be stupid enough to summon him, but they never provided big enough sacrifices of flesh, so he'd take matters into his own hands and snatch the nearest cock-sock available. Mouth? Ass? Who cares, it's going in one hole and out the other! He finds it funny really, seeing the guts get squeezed out of his fucktoy with only a couple of thrusts. Kalymir makes sure the other ones are watching when he lets the broken pile of a former person drop to the ground before he picks a new, tighter little fuckpocket. If you're sick enough for it, you could suck the tip of his cock after he skewers someone on it. He'll really lose it.

Vesper isn't often that violent, you know this, but foul moods are still foul moods- And maybe you have to fuck them away. Sometimes he's cruel enough to shove both massive cocks into someone's poor hole, but they usually tear in two before he can reach the mouth, which is a shame, it tends to happen no matter how hard Vesper tries to hold the fucktoy together. Other days he'll only use the tendril between his cocks, jerking off to the sight, extending some magic to make sure his little meal keeps squirming long after they're supposed to. It's more practical to just impale two at once, flex his dicks and watch them hover like depraved little cock rings. Hah.

Krulu has had many opportunities to treat humanity like the garbage it is. And you, his sweet chosen, are often the one who goes hunting for his next warm toy. They usually start dying from exposure to him before he's even properly started, so the sensation of being impaled is probably only a tad more aggravating. Nevertheless, Krulu fucks them open hard and fast, which means he burns through fuckmeat pretty fast. But it's worth it, right? All that work is worth it because you can see his face twist in mad pleasure, his id fully satisfied in these moments as he gets to deform and disrespect the creations of his brethren, cum-soaked guts splattering on the altar.

Miara hasn't done this in ages. But it can and will happen when she wants to deal with wastes of breath on her own. It's not exactly hot for her, so much so as it's done out of pure malice. However, taking a sharp turn, if you were to present yourself to her and plead to die impaled on her cock (an honor), she would happily grant that end to you, affording you time to schedule it and making sure all of your last moments will be spent in pure ecstasy, even as your poor body tears at the seams to welcome her girth. People will remember you fondly, as someone whose devotion was unmatched. Miara will miss you.

Zizz doesn't really do it on purpose. He's just... A big boy. And sometimes he forgets to lend magic to his casual bed partners, especially when he's sleepy. And it's hard to notice when he's going too far when he's basically half-conscious, they don't get to scream for long anyway before he breaks the parts that let them do that. Yeah sure, it's weird how wet it's getting and there's an odd smell in the room, but it feels nice. Really nice. So nice. He doesn't want to stop it, even if it's evident something's gone wrong by that point. Then Zizz cums and promptly realizes he's holding onto a disemboweled sack of a person.

Gallon has done this. Very rarely, but he did. Slimes in general can be horrifying killers. The most skilled of them easily climb into your insides via a big-enough orifice and can effectively expand inside your organism until you hemorrhage internally and tear apart. He's more fond of just using his tendrils to suspend someone and carelessly push through every section of their insides. It seems to amuse his clientele too.

Vinnel would do it the exact same way if he didn't fear dying with enough mass outside of his own suit. Cured Vinnel definitely does this regularly, with several tendrils at once, taking a wild sexual thrill from it.

Sever has never impaled someone, but he might if angered enough. It's more of a domination thing than a kink for him.

Magus has no real desire to sexually skewer someone on his cock, but it has happened on a handful of occasions. Mostly when some unlucky small mer stumbled upon the bigfin squid mermonster while he was in heat. He didn't even think, just senselessly bred them to death, their bleeding body glowing a faint bluish hue from top to bottom. He doesn't feel particularly bad about it, as anyone with two brain cells can scent the male in rut, so only a fool would swim to their certain death.

I can't really think of anyone who would enjoy getting fucked this way apart from Patches, to be honest. Maybe Shags. He does love his erotic self-harm, and shrooms live through very grievous wounds, so it's likely he'd take enjoyment from feeling his insides get a little ruined. Not enough to die.

#Krulu oc #Kalymir oc #Mother Miara #Magus oc #Gallon oc #Vinnel oc #Vesper oc #Patches oc #Shags oc #Sever oc #Zizz oc #vaya-mernda #cw: gore #tw gore

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loren91 · 2 years

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I’ve been talking a lot about Wilhelm lately, and that got me thinking about Simon as well. He’s a pretty complex character. The writers really made sure he’s a fully fleshed-out character and not just ‘the protagonist's love interest’. Arguably, it’s his story just as much as Wilhelm’s. So here’s a way too long analysis of him!

I talked a bit about character introduction in my post about Wilhelm, and it got me looking at how Simon is introduced to us. It’s a bit different with quite an interesting pattern that I actually didn’t think much about before.

The first time we see Simon, it’s not from his own perspective, but from Wilhelm’s. And from that angle, Simon just radiates confidence. He’s owning that stage, responding to Vincent’s heckle by singing louder and prouder. He seems so happy and confident in his own skin, very much the opposite of how Wilhelm is feeling at that moment. No wonder he was drawn to Simon from the very start. Though from this, Wilhelm kinda glorifies Simon and sets up expectations of him that are far from realistic.

Next, it’s August’s pov. When he, Nils and Vincent are speculating on how to get drinks for the party. Simon walks by, and in that moment he doesn’t look as confident anymore, does he? He’s keeping his head down because he wants to get away from these bullies. Here, it’s made clear to us that he’s an outsider at school, due to being from a working-class family. So at first, August believes he can push Simon around however he likes because he’s of a higher status.

THEN we finally get Simon's own perspective. His first spoken words being “Simon. My name is Simon”, a really nice touch btw. August approaches him about the party and we can see the expression of pure disgust on Simon’s face. He’s not remotely interested in helping August or going to any dumb party of his, because why would he? August and his henchmen are bullies and he has no reason yet to believe Wilhelm would be any different. So he just scoffs and walks away. Until he finds other reasons to take up the offer of course.

So we don’t get to know him properly within the first minute he’s on screen like we did with Wilhelm, but rather he’s presented to us bit by bit throughout the first episode, this establishes that he’s quite an elusive character. He’s reserved and guarded enough to not share all of himself with anyone. Not even to his loved ones. That way, every character has their own perception of him, and a lot of the drama is created when he breaks those perceptions.

While he may come off as nonchalant and self-assured sometimes, I believe this confidence is mainly situational and often used as a defence mechanism when he’s annoyed, hurt or angry. He has some trust issues, which is understandable considering the trauma he must be carrying from his father.

He wants to be a dependable, loyal and trustworthy person, even if his circumstances can make that difficult to achieve sometimes. He wants to be better than his father. He’s very protective and caring for the people he loves, even to the point where he will sacrifice his own wants and needs to take care of them. He doesn’t prioritise himself. That’s why the end when he breaks up with Wilhelm is so rewarding. Because he finally lays down some boundaries and voices his own needs.

Simon can be assertive in arguments but rarely resort to aggressive hostility, unless he’s pushed to his limit. He has so much patience with August and his excuses for not paying him back, but after asking for the money in a reasonable manner several times over, he’s so sick of being pushed around that he snaps and physically attacks August. (Again with August and bringing out the worst in people) Judging by Rosh and Ayub’s reaction, this is not the kind of behaviour they would expect from Simon and they make sure to tell him as much, leaving him feeling ashamed of his actions.

Then there’s also Micke and how he keeps going back there, despite knowing full well he’s betraying Sara’s trust. Sara has a tendency to see everything in black and white. Micke did something bad, therefore he’s a bad person. But Simon just can’t think like that. He still loves his father, despite their history. Seeing someone you love hurt themselves like that is really tough, and while Simon knows he should stay away to avoid getting hurt, he’s still very much controlled by his emotions and can’t help but hope Micke will change. This is a direct parallel to his relationship with Wilhelm, whom he knows can hurt him badly, yet he can’t stay away.

Simon must have known from the very beginning that getting involved with Wilhelm would be a very bad idea. Before he starts singing in ep 1, he sneaks a little glance in Wilhelm's direction. Probably he already was attracted to Wilhelm at that point but didn’t want to admit it, considering how he talks about him with his friends later in the episode. Also, how he went to the party but then walks away when Wilhelm first approaches him. It seems to me like he’s fighting the attraction, but gives into it gradually, and then the movie night was his breaking point. After that, he’s particularly sweet around Wilhelm. He’s so happy when they are together, with bright smiles and giggles. He’s easily flustered and gets all nervous when Wilhelm is being forward. And cares deeply for Wilhelm, offering comfort when he’s hurting. Even though he will let Wilhelm know when he’s unhappy with his actions, Simon is rather quick to forgive when Wilhelm expresses remorse because, just like with his father, he wants to believe Wilhelm can be better.

The argument in ep 5 says a lot about them both, but generally, it’s another display of Simon’s defence mechanisms. While Wilhelm wants to talk things through for reassurance, Simon wants nothing more than to just leave. Wilhelm raises his voice and slams his hand against the piano, Simon just gives him some sass and then walks away. His reluctance to speak to Wilhelm after he’s been hurt is his way to protect himself from further harm. He will not approach others to ask for help or comfort when he’s feeling vulnerable. Luckily, he has some wonderful, attentive people in his life to support him.

I would love to see Simon be more open and ask for the comfort and affection he needs in the next season. Him setting the pace for his and Wilhelm’s relationship in the future would be a really sweet way to display their growth as characters.

#young royals #simon eriksson #Prince Wilhelm #character analysis #not the best formulated text but oh well #this one was difficult for some reason #my analysis

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flayote · 1 year

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I have a bobcat hide I am attempting to tan. I am using the orange bottle tanning solution. The directions indicate after salting to soak in salt water. Should I have pickled it first?

(apologies for the very delayed response, but i wanted to answer in case you or others could still get something out of it)

that orange bottle tanning solution ("deer hunter & trapper's hide tanning formula") is awful both as a product and for the directions it gives, and i strongly advise against using it. based on my and others' experiences with it, i'm not convinced it actually is a tanning agent at all. it's what i started out using as many folks do since it's so readily available and makes the process seem easy, but the results were never good. when i got more experience and went back to rework some of the pelts i used it on- because they always turned out stiff- upon rehydration they started shedding like crazy and when i began thinning them down some, the skin under the surface was reddish and raw- not tanned. most were squirrels so it wasn't a case of them being too greasy or thick skinned for the tan to have worked properly, i followed the instructions exactly and it just did not actually tan them. i've heard similar issues and more countless times from others who have used that orange bottle stuff.

but even if it was a decent tanning agent, the directions it gives you will not result in a proper tan regardless. one of the main issues, as your question implies, is the lack of a pickling step. after the salting stage it tells you to soak the hide in salt water for a few minutes to several hours- presumably the rehydration step- and then thin down the skin. it's pretty much asking for slippage here, instructing you to take a wet, raw skin and spend time trying to thin in down. raw/unpickled skins are very difficult to actually shave down even with a fleshing machine, and you're really not going to be able to be thorough enough on most critters in the timeframe you'd need to be done with it before it begins to slip (especially as a beginner and with no fancy equipment). pickling is a crucial step in the tanning process not only because it breaks down untannable proteins within the skin to prepare it for tanning, but it also toughens up the skin/changes the texture to allow you to shave it much more easily, as well as preserves and stabilizes it so you can spend as much time as you need to on shaving it.

the next major issue with the directions is the lack of a proper degreasing step. fully and completely degreasing the skin is imperative for any tanning agent to work, so you really need to get it right, but the orange bottle does not tell you how. what it tells you to do is wash the hide with dish soap, or if it's a very greasy skin like raccoon or bear, wash it twice. problem is, you could wash a raccoon ten times with dish soap and it's not going to fully degrease that thing- especially if you could only do a rushed shaving job because the instructions put you in a race against time trying to shave a raw skin before it spoils. very lean critters like squirrel or deer can be fine with just a wash in dish soap, but for most furbearers like coyote, fox, mink, opossum, raccoon, etc, that won't cut it. in order to get degreased properly these animals need to be thoroughly shaved, and soaked in a solvent-based taxidermy degreaser. as a surfactant, dish soap is just not effective in dissolving the grease deep within the skin.

you can get a decently preserved pelt with the orange bottle stuff if you follow the proper tanning procedure instead of its instructions (flesh, salt, rehydrate, pickle, shave, degrease, neutralize, apply tan). but at that point if you're already buying the extra supplies to do that you might as well just get the trubond tanning kit instead, which has a very high quality tanning formula and much better instructions. the orange bottle formula itself just not good even when used right. i reworked a squirrel i 'tanned' with the orange bottle by just oiling it with trubond 1000B and the difference in how soft it turned out was night and day. even on its own without the proper tanning process, the trubond worked so much better. i stopped using the orange bottle and never looked back. even with my very limited experience level when i switched, my pelts immediately began turning out SO much better when i used trubond and followed their instructions.

i'm sorry i couldn't help with your bobcat in time! if you happen to see this i would be very curious to know how it turned out

#taxidermy #vulture culture #info

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broken-bottle-chandelier · 1 year

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" And now here I am, to my waist in water and getting drowned on the regular. "

Looks to the Moon being reminiscent of memories she no longer has... ...Featuring, my design take on Moon! Yaaay! This is my first time actually sitting down and fully coloring and fleshing out the look, wow!

This was originally for the Rain World art month, but as it approached the end of the month I just decided to finish it on my own time, and as is often the case, my own time is usually about a month- TT+TT [Though drawing the very last-minute background that I had NO planning beforehand other than the realization "Oh, right, Twitter doesn't do transparent images" most likely did not help...]

Despite having said all that, I actually am kind of proud of how long this took me! I tried a lot of new techniques for this! For instance: I knew I wanted to show motion with Moon's wires and incorporate them into the piece but I wasn't really satisfied with how I draw wires, and drawing two parallel lines by hand would have taken substantially more time. SO- to counteract this I did some research into properly making my own custom brushes for my software, I use Paint Tool SAI so I don't necessarily have the luxury of softwares like Clip Studio Paint to have catalogs of brushes sadly, and was able to make my own 2-point brush! It definitely needs some tweaks and revisions, despite being the 5th one of its kind that I made for this piece, but it served itself well for this piece and was a great help! The texturing was also a custom brush, made by someone else but heavily tweaked to match my preferences so that I could replicate skin refracting the rain. That in itself took a LOT of time studying references and watching tutorials and tips. [Thank you Sinix Design for all you do for the art community...]

However, there's more that I wish I could've done for this piece and it is FAR from perfect. I really wanted to make the red parts of Moon's body much shinier to show that they are a different property than her skin. Part of me really wanted to add in some rain falling from the ceiling too, to better sell the look of her being in the middle of an active rain cycle. Alas, my art program was really struggling to keep up with the number of layers I already had on the canvas and... also I didn't want to spend another few hours learning how to draw raining in free fall... there was also that... [Also I promise I am much better at drawing water and waves than this, I DID NOT plan how that shape would look in a third dimension at ALL and it suffered as a result- Oops--]

But! She's done and I'm comfortable enough with how this turned out! I'm glad to have finally properly drawn an iterator finally! It only took 6 years...

And thank YOU, yes you... for reading all my ramblings on my work and the process I went through!

#rain world #looks to the moon #finished art #digital art

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paused-waterfall · 1 year

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Care to tell more about what you think of the plot and characters to the dsmp? Which ideas you enjoy and don't? It's super interesting since I was there during the hype and it sucks that the whole thing seemed to crash in and burn (at least in my eyes). At least a few CCS got to end their characters how they wanted too

Ah man, the plot and characters. First, a caveat: My thorough watch-through hasn't yet reached the conclusion of many of the characters, so I can't properly speak to that. I've encountered plenty of warning signs of controversial and stunted conclusions, so that has been my expectation from the start. With that hanging ominously over our heads, here are some of my thoughts on the rest:

Despite its overt absurdity, the plot of the dsmp feels more like a history book than a novel. In your prototypical novel, one author is really just trying to tell one story. They will cut scenes that don't add to that core story, and simplify their work if they're afraid their audience might get lost in the weeds. Background characters, in particular, get cut down to only existing as the minimally adorned cogs needed to complete the mechanisms of the plot.

In the dsmp, damn near every character is fleshed out by a whole human who is specifically invested in that character. A creator might only play a small part in a given storyline, and any individual viewer might have a complete blindspot for a given character. But there's still a whole person sitting behind every username, monitoring (and sometimes, experiencing) their motivations in real time.

And this lets them do weird shit with their characters. Authors need to keep their whole cast in their head and keep them on the rails well enough that there aren't any unexpected crashes. The creators on the server generally don't bother with this. I haven't gone out of my way to peel back the curtains of the server's writing process -- curtains can hide horrors, I don't touch curtains until I'm ready to flee -- but I have the impression that pivotal characters in pivotal scenes have beats to hit and maybe some scripted lines. Meanwhile, the rest of the players seem to be set loose to do whatever fits their concept of their character, with only minimal guardrails in place to prevent an accidental derailment of the core plot of the day. Nobody looks like a cardboard cutout who is just there to play Shocked Man #3. Even players who are not deeply invested in the roleplay have comprehensible motives, because they seem to mostly be there to just play some goddamn Minecraft. Hey, that's a game I've played! They want to build a nice house and maybe find some netherite -- I know what that feels like!

No viewer can follow all of the uncurated knot of plotlines that make up the dsmp. But I find it so satisfying that any thread I choose to pull on is likely to reveal an earnest line of character motivation. When I complete a novel and want to know more about a character, the best I can hope for is that the author happened to have the same thought and is willing to act on it. When I finished watching the Blueberry TV cut of Doomsday and wondered what the fuck Ranboo's deal was, I was able to dig up VODs and see it all first hand. Plenty of plotlines are cut short and plenty of perspectives have been deleted, but on some level these flaws in basic storytelling are a rarely explored reflection of the real world. Because history is not a streamlined novel. No history book can fully encapsulate the events it portrays, but we know that every character contained within it has their own perspective, and that every thread in the knot can be pulled on further if we're just lucky enough to have not lost the information to time.

There are, of course, a ridiculous number of downsides to this approach to storytelling. But, since this is my first time encountering this specific type of narrative, to me they are new and interesting downsides. Flaws that haven't yet dug grooves into my patience. I'm quite eager to see artists build on this example, wrestle with those flaws, and either find solutions or find some other approach that's even better.

I've somehow rambled for 6 paragraphs and barely touched on any specific character and story beats, but I better cut myself off here for now. If you want more of a rundown of notable design choices, I could certainly be baited into more of that lol.

#dsmp

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Ooo, thank you for the ask! But how will I choose?? I definitely have a recency bias with my writing, partly because I know that I've gotten better over time so some of my older fics aren't really up to my current standard in terms of things like pacing, especially. But setting that aside, there are still some of my early fics that hold a special place in my heart, so I'll try to pick from across the board. 1. Starting with an old fic, actually, The Measure of a Man (Octopath Traveler, Rated E) is still a favorite of mine, even after 3 years. I just really enjoyed the deep dive into Olberic's sense of self and exploring how, after getting married and starting a family, he would still have some struggles in terms of his purpose and his worth. It was kind of like taking his canon story and bringing it full circle (by the gods I love that man!) 2. Next, Sins of the Father (Skyrim, Rated M), my first novel-length longfic! I put a lot of work into this one, and it was the first time that I managed to successfully develop a plot with, like, a story arc and whatnot. Still very proud of how this one turned out, since it required a lot of playing with lore and developing the backstory of characters who didn't get much of one in the game (including my first fully fleshed out original character who really stole my heart) 3. Another favorite is Fashion Party Confidential (Drawtectives, Rated T) I had so much fun putting together what is essentially meant to serve as a bonus episode after season 2. I structured it similarly to a real episode, complete with drawings made by each of the characters and an original NPC for them to harass help. I re-watched the series before I started writing and felt like I had a really good grasp of the character voices, and I'm very happy with the dialogue and how in-character it feels. And I had fun with the fashion theme of the story, given my background in fashion design and the fact that it fits in canonically with York's story, as well as the opportunity to reflect the players' fashion knowledge - or lack thereof - in the drawings (sorry, Nathan)

4. Next is Would She Love Me If She Knew? (Octopath Traveler, Rated M) I debated including this one on its own or combining it with the sequel (which, spoilers, is also on this list), but I feel like they are different enough thematically that I can talk about them separately. This fic was me diving headfirst into the royal/guard trope and essentially writing an entire romance novel, lol! It took me 9 months to write and was (at the time) the longest thing I had written. By this point I was starting to get the hang of pacing things properly without rushing them, letting the story breathe and take its time getting where it wanted to go. And I have to admit that this is my favorite version of H'aanit and Olberic that I've written so far - I absolutely loved making them face adversity before they could get together, putting obstacles in their way so that they would pine and despair about ever being able to have a relationship. Oh, that delicious angst! This fic set a new bar for me, and I've become a better writer because of it. 5. And of course, the as yet unfinished (but so close!) The Head That Wears the Crown (Octopath Traveler, Rated T). More than two years in the making, and I'm still stuck on the climax of the story, argh!!! Nevertheless, crafting this one has been so rewarding, given that it ties into WSLMISK but uncovers all of the sinister hints that I left in that story of a bigger issue to come. There's a mystery to solve, a conspiracy to uncover, and so much goddamned trauma to deal with! Some of my favorite character development to date is in this story, and I can't wait to (somehow get through this writer's block and) hopefully give this whole thing a satisfying ending. I've learned so much about plot and how to do foreshadowing and developing a complex villain while writing this fic. And as a bit of a bonus... I'll just say that I have a new Octopath Traveler 2 fic that I am *nearly* ready to start posting (just waiting on feedback from my beta, which *should* happen today) that I am currently in love with. Recency bias may play into this, of course, but I can't wait to share it! It's a Castti/Osvald Gothic Romance AU titled Memories Seep From My Veins :)

#fic authors self rec ask #thank you anon!#octopath traveler #elder scrolls skyrim #drawtectives #octopath traveler 2 #postal ninja fanfic

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To prove someone wrong for Perci?

Perci, my beloved...

When Perci storms in like a bat out of hell and beelines toward her whiskey cabinet you know better than to get in her way. The darkness creasing across her brow and snarling in her face all you need to know it's about Adrastea. It always is these days, having to work with the diva she once dated like a stab in the guts; a slow, painful death.

"Perci," You say from across the room, the datapad landing with a clatter on your glass-topped desk (the horrible thing it is). She doesn't respond, her usually well-kept hair a mess and fraying at the ends. "Perci," Again, you try, and as you stand she turns with violent flames in her eyes. She's staring in your direction, but she isn't really looking at you. Taking a tentative step towards the woman, her muscles clenching and relaxing with each breath, your fingers snap in an attempt to garner her attention. "Percival."

"What?" Perci's eyes twitch, her teeth clenching around the overgrown fangs in her mouth. She's your average Ledalan citizen; she can't completely transform and break her body into something else completely like the military. No, instead she's a half-thing, only halfway there to being not-human. Probably for the best, considering her prosthetic.

"What is it this time?" There's never a day that goes by where your paramour isn't swelling with incandescent rage at her superfluous employer. There isn't a day goes by where it isn't at least a little bit warranted. "What did Adra do?"

"Ugh, don't give them a little nickname. Makes it sound like she's human." At least somewhat calmed, or close enough anyway, your hands land on Perci's shoulders. Her muscle and tech both are hard, but one has the warmth of flesh while the other is warmed only by thermal heating units just under the transparent plasti-flesh of her metal arm. Perci sighs, tips forward to let her head drop gracelessly onto your own shoulder. Her fingers twitch but don't reach out.

There's an eternity of silence before she finally takes enough deep breaths to properly speak. "Adrastea only wants me there as a plaything." Perci says, "Dangles little errands in front of my face and insults me when I get them done. I hate her."

"Not fully." You remind her.

"And I hate that too." Perci mutters, "What I want to do is wipe that smirk off their face, prove to them I'm not whatever they think I am."

"You don't have to, you know you don't have to." You reply, then, "... You do realise Saga would chew Adrastea out if they heard how she treats you."

"When has that ever worked?" And this time, Perci straightens up, her black eyes flicking over you with distracted interest. Never, you suppose. Adrastea has their ambitions and their faults, neither of which they're particularly interested in changing. "What I have to do is get Adrastea to see me as more than just a pet. Or stop caring, I suppose."

"When has that ever worked?" You parrot.

Perci laughs, something rough and tinted with hurt, "Never."

#Perci #coi game #shorts #yes I am just going through old prompts while I have the spoons and motivation thank you for asking

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AHHHH SORRYSORRY IM AT WORK SO LATE RESPONSE BUT IM ON LINCH BREAK!!! (CURRENTLY DAMARION THEY/THEM BTW TY!! DELIGHTFUL TO MEET YOU PAL!!)

okokok so dnd!krabs goes by she/it but she doesnt really care much and usually just goes by she/her but it/its is also nice! tiefling warlock as the post said, i dont have much info for her yet other than its character sheet but heres the little that i have for her so far!

shes trying to recover from a long time debt from bard school! basically college debt, shes a college dropout (kicked out but shhhh) and found most of the proffessors didnt really lile it due to its cynical and dry way of humor which was very much so not how humor is taught at the bard school it attended. also very rowdy and constantly pickpocketed the proffessors.

luckily though, she always had a knack for magics and shit and became a warlock! one night she was staying at a motel kinda place and ran into some old guy and they ended up having a really nice conversation and the guy ended up having a really big fascination with shit like necromancy and dark magic and talked about it for HOURS. after that night krabs kinda made a promise to itself to build her skill to the point of being powerful enough to be able to use necromancy :]]

THATS ALL I HAVE SO FAR ITS KINDA SILLY BUT I THINK IT GIVES DND!KRABS PERSONALITY SHES ESSENTIALLY A COLLEGE DROPOUT TRYING TO RECOVER FROM COLLEGE DEBT AND ALSO HAS A FASCINATION WITH NECROMANCY FROM AN OLD GREASY HUMAN SHE HUNG OUT WITH AT SOME RINKY DINK MOTEL (never saw the old guy again btw)

~krabs :]

oh my god, it has so many layers already aa!!! okay okay, im gonna disect this one by one because krabs is already so interesting damarion, and nice to meet you too :) <3

i can absolutely get it with the college debt :( can't really say i go to bard school but phew, college debt is something o7 !! i absolutely find it hilarious that due to its humour she was kicked out, although unfortunate and not an ideal circumstance to be in, it's stupidly absurd —

once again, bard school continues to be a pain in the ass for aspiring bards </3 what a shame :( not saying i've gone to bard school or anything .. ^-^ /silly

and the sudden twist of bard to warlock? that has so much potential for a character arc aa i can already tell that its gonna be an amazing character to play <3 <3 it's strange how i've only come across little characters with a totally different aspiration from what they originally wanted to do, it's such an amazing backstory

with, as i said, has so much potential to fully flesh out during the campaign! gosh, she's not even my character and i'm getting excited for your execution of it !!

what i'm curious about is if she's going to be / it is, self-taught? or she learns it from somewhere, someone or through.. youtube tutorials or maybe skillshare? :O /silly

and i squealed when you mentioned that it pitpockets and is generally rowdy with its past professors cause i am a sucker for troublemaking rascals!! and it's also a great trait if done properly with a character :O once again the potential is skies the limit !!!!

P.S: cannot get over that this guy just comes along and unknowingly inspired krab's life, it's just.. funny! wishing it the best of luck on her journey for learning necromancy !!

#damarion tag #randude posting #long post

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ofa-orikiri · 6 months

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(OOC) Hey guys, I'm planning on actually becoming active again!

Quick TL;DR since this post is quite long; I want to become active in the OFA again, plan on properly introducing more of the blog's characters and avoiding walls of text, and maybe some actual talksprites?

So you guys probably don't remember me, and quite frankly I don't blame you. I was active for a really short period in August around the start of the Mafia Arc, and with all the things happening both in RP and even out, I can fully understand why. I mean, I didn't really do much before falling off the face of the Earth, Orikiri never had her own restaurant, and I can understand why "random blog based around a character from an AU that nobody has heard of based on an anime none of the other roleplayers were familiar with and didn't even have talk sprites" wasn't on anyone's radars.

Since I feel I'd be rude if I didn't explain my absence, here's a quick rundown; people forgetting to respond (understandably, there was a lot happening in the roleplay and I just explained that Orikiri was rather forgettable; remember, this is just an explanation for my absence, not an attempt to guilt trip the other OFA blogs), being embarrassed about potentially being "cringe", and me eventually realizing I needed to work more on the Orikiri AU (which, BTW, feel free to ask me about and I can provide an explanation) before I roleplayed as Orikiri resulted in me suffering writer's block and quietly dropping out of the OFA, not because of lack of interest, but because I simply had zero clue what I was supposed to do.

That being said, it's a new year (in four weeks... it's close enough, alright?!) and a new me, and I think I've generally improved since then. The Orikiri AU lore has been considerably fleshed out, I've been trying to get better at my overuse of purple prose, and I'll be getting a new mousepad soon, which was part of the reason why I was never able to draw talksprites for Orikiri previously. And with the Mafia Arc calming down, I think it's a decent time to try and get back into the OFA!

I can't promise I'll be the greatest, but I'll make an attempt to be not only active, but entertaining to roleplay with, even for people who don't know the Orikiri Lore™, and that's what matters.

Pinging some people who've interacted with Orikiri in the past so they know about this; @eway4, @supbreak20

#ooc #ofa #ofa orikiri #long post #most of the long stuff is under the cut though

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applegothic · 11 months

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Writing Journal 7/1

So *Taps Notes* I have some work to just place on the table. I have Three Stories I have yet to finish, but I’m really liking their ideas, and now don’t want to lose track of them.

Story 1: “Reapers” So this is a Story I have writing for a while. I want to turn this into a Video Game, or any form of Visual Media is what I’m looking to turn it into, because it’s very Color themed with the characters. The Main Character is [Blue], and like all of the characters in this Story, their names are censored because knowing someone’s real name is a Powerful tool. The idea is that he and his Partner [C.C.] are traveling up a Tower where each entity is Powered a Given Element. Their names are pertaining to which element it is. The closer to the Pure Color it is, the higher up on the Hierarchy of Elemental they are. [Blue] is the Last Ice Elemental, and he works under Commander [White] who runs the Third Largest Army in this world, filled with refugees from the conquered lands from [Red] and [Black], giving her Wind Element to as many as can hold it. [Blue] stops when he meets [Maroon], who doesn’t know why he’s there, or what’s going on, and [Blue] is forced to take on a Mentor role for him. Except, [Maroon] is a rare Blood elemental, and he’s trying to keep his distance in case he finds out how to properly use his powers. Very cool idea for a world, and I want to fully flesh this out. Story 2: “Ink-Hearted” This one I have a bit of crossover from my Sister’s Writing project. They idea is, when someone is born with powers, they hold onto it forever, and their kids and potentially get powers, too. The only problem is that, in death, their powers Flow into another power user who is nearby. The recipient doesn’t just get Power A + Power B... the Power mutates into Power AB, having the aspects of Both Powers at once. One of the characters grew up with the ability to Walk through Walls (Self Teleportation), but after his Father (Distance Reading) was killed, his power became to Teleport to wherever he’s looking at, meaning as long as he can see it, he can move there, so he ends up falling backwards through portals to get somewhere. A lot of the characters have odd powers, but a lot of the Plot of not fully there. Story 3: Words are Not Enough This is a Sonic Fanfiction I’ve been writing while I have some spare time. Shadow starts following Tails around because he found him sneaking around in Gerald’s Research files, and he wants to make sure he’s not going “Mad Science” in his garage. Tails, instead, takes him around to show him aspects of his childhood to explain with out saying why the idea of Genetic Research is appealing to him. The First chapter explains the reveal, so I’m not saying it here, but I have this whole lore about Foxes and Why his family in this story (Not fully pulling from the Comics, but just his parents’ designs) didn’t like him tooling around with mechanical stuff when he was little. The First Chapter is going up on my AO3 later today or tomorrow after I get it proofread. But yeah, I’m still doing Writing, but just not the same type as before, and not on the same sites. I tried going back to those ones, and they are basically dead after not being there for a decade, and I wanted to put them up in a place that I feel people might see. Let me know if you want specifics on the Stories I write, or you want to talk shop about them. I’m (not really) always available to talk on discord at the Same name. ~AG~

#Writing #Unfinished Works #Reapers #Ink-Hearted #sonic fanfiction

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winter-literature · 1 year

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Le Chat et le Serpent - Chapter 44

Please note that the entirety of this story is a ****TRIGGER WARNING***** - mentions of child abuse, graphic violence, alcohol use, mental health, suicide, suicidal ideation, self-harm - basically a constant blow of pain towards the characters - as well as some "steamier" moments.

Chapter Summary:

Adrien comes home from the hospital and sees the state that Luka is in.

There is a symptom that will likely catch your attention, please read the end notes to understand why it will not be a large piece in the future, why it was important here, and my general basis for putting it in.***

Chapter 44: I Love Lucy

It was like when you make a move in chess and just as you take your finger off the piece, you see the mistake you've made, and there's this panic because you don't know yet the scale of disaster you've left yourself open to.

Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

Adrien was already ripping off his wrist tag behind Luka as he waited for the papers to be signed. He was beyond eager to leave.

“Sign here, and here, and this line says that you understand that he may not be mentally stable.” The clerk indicated the lines one by one as he went through the papers.

“Luka, where are the car keys?” Adrien started patting Luka down for the keys.

Without looking up from the papers, Luka distantly responded. “You are not driving yet, but if you check this bag,” Luka pushed the bag beside him with his foot, “you can get ready to go.”

“Sir - we’re not really supposed to let the pat-,” The clerk's words were cut off by Luka’s steel glare. He was so close to finishing the pen work, he did not want to have a fight over Adrien stepping past the door to go into a bathroom.

Adrien had underestimated how good it felt to wear his own clothes. Luka had meticulously picked out his outfit. With each button of his favourite lilac shirt, Adrien felt more empowered. Rolling up the cuffs of a sleeve was the first of many sensations that he would not soon forget.

Going the extra mile, Luka had even been thoughtful enough to add in hair product and a concealer stick. They were all small things, but they were small things that helped Adrien feel like he was in his own skin.

Running his fingers over the back of his hand, he noticed how his ring tan had almost completely faded while he was locked up. He was eager to regain the tones of uneven skin; to properly reunite with his Kwami of Destruction.

“ADRIEN!” Plagg, overwhelmed with excitement, batted repeatedly into Adrien’s face.

“I missed you too, Plagg.” Adrien’s eyelashes fluttered as Plagg disregarded any qualms for personal space.

“You look good, Kid!” Plagg pulled at Adrien’s face, noting the fullness of his cheeks.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not nice to lie?” Adrien snickered as he twisted the bottom of his concealer stick.

Dramatically falling to the edge of the sink, Plagg draped a paw over his face. His voice raised an octave, to increase the feigned emotion in his performance. “How dare you?” His other paw swung through the air. “I never met my mother!”

“Graduated from Lucifer to soap operas, hey?” Adrien grinned as he smoothed out the flesh toned cream.

“For the record,” Plagg soared back up near Adrien’s head, “I think I would be an excellent actor.”

Grimacing at the burns on his arms, Adrien checked the level of his concealer. It may not be enough to fully cover the marks, but it would at least be enough to boost his confidence in his rolled up sleeves. In a peculiar way, it was a sense of freedom. An ability to present himself as he used to be; a man who’s flaws were hidden to those around him.

Plagg gloomily floated above Adrien’s marks as he covered them up. “I thought they were supposed to help you here, not physically maim you.” He resisted his urge to caress the uneven skin.

“They dope you to shut you up, restrain you when you try to leave, and even force you to colour.” Adrien smirked as he rubbed over the marks without a flinch.

“Dear god, NOT COLOURING!” Plagg’s laughs devolved to silence as Adrien stretched out the last crumbs of concealer. “They were trying to help though, right? Did… did they help? I mean, if you need, I’ve heard I have expert taste in colouring books.”

Twisting his arm, Adrien checked his work; it was a little patchy. But, at least now, it more closely resembled a skin condition than repeated battles against restraints. “Don’t worry Plagg, I wasn’t an ass-hat the whole time. I read the books I was supposed to. Still coloured when I needed to. Did all that fun stuff. They may not be thrilled with my progress, but leaving wouldn’t be on the table at all if I didn’t make some form of progress.”

“Either that or you got better at faking it.” Plagg hovered inches from Adrien’s face.

Tossing the concealer container to the trash, it rebounded on the inside rim and propelled to the bottom of the bag. “My whole life has been masks and facades. If I was that good I would have been out by the end of the first 72 hours.”

Nodding, Plagg accepted his half-answer. “Are you done colouring yourself, or do we have to make Luka wait longer for you to frost your tips?”

Adrien scrunched his face in confused amusement, “Do you even know what that means?”

“I don’t know, it’s something pretty boy’s do!” Plagg defended himself as Adrien repacked the bag.

“Plagg, no. Frosted tips are always a bad idea.” Adrien pointed a finger to show his seriousness on the topic. Before Plagg could have a chance to argue, Adrien was turning the knob to leave.

Stepping out, Adrien startled at Luka’s presence. He was resting against the wall, sitting on the unforgiving linoleum flooring, directly across from the bathroom. His fatigue was palatable as his head continued to uncontrollably droop.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive?” Adrien flashed a model-esque smile as he reached a hand out to Luka.

“I-I should drive.” Luka nodded at his own statement as they descended to the parking lot. By the time the car was in sight, the designated driver was glaringly obvious. Luka’s feet were dragging as he struggled to stand straight.

Leading Luka, Adrien walked to the passenger side and opened the door for him. Adrien could see that, for a moment, Luka was going to protest it again, but his exhaustion took his argument away. While Adrien paced around the car, Luka struggled with his seatbelt, tugging at it over and over with it seemingly getting stuck. Adrien opened his door in time to see Sass grabbing the lip of the buckle to click it in for Luka.

“How did you even get here?” Adrien exclaimed as he dropped himself into the seat. “You should not have been driving to begin with! You know there’s a corporate driver, right?”

Adrien playfully tsked as the engine hummed through the petals. For a device that requires so many government documents, regulations, and tracking, it was curious how freeing a vehicle was. Relishing the sensation of the shifting of gears, Adrien nearly missed Luka’s explanation.

“I knew you would want your car.” Luka yawned as his eyes fell closed.

Adrien despised how much strength he lost while he was in the hospital. Before, he could carry nearly all of Luka’s weight. Now, he could barely act as a pivot point while they rode up the elevator.

Stepping into the house, Adrien continued to work to bear Luka’s weight until they passed the threshold. The man briskly and robotically broke from Adrien’s hold. Adrien was in awe as he tried to keep up with Luka, who had entered a form of auto-pilot.

As if stepping through a pre-planned map, he kicked his shoes off as he stepped to the kitchen. Next, he went to the fridge where he could simultaneously fill a water bottle while rooting for Kwami treats. The treats were dolled out as he dealt with the path of lights, practised to have the least amount of steps. Adrien wasn’t certain that Luka was aware of his presence as he waddled to the top of the stairs. While in motion, Luka tossed his water bottle and phone to the bed, stopping only to remove his clothing. At this point, there were only two steps left; he fell towards the bed, always within reaching distance of the items he’d previously thrown.

From an observer’s perspective, it was difficult to discern if Luka was asleep before he hit the bed or not. Either way, within seconds of the sheets touching his skin, his snores rang through the room.

Unbuttoning his pants, Adrien watched the rise of Luka’s back with each breath. He had been so excited to see Luka outside his white-walled prison, but could see that he had severely underestimated the sleep deprivation that Luka had endured over the last months. Not wanting to disturb Luka’s slumber, Adrien carefully set his folded clothes on the desk. Unlike Luka’s sleep routine, each of Adrien’s movements were soft and carefully considered. He stepped with the finesse of a cat, only opened drawers part way so that they would not rattle, and slowly pulled pyjama pants over his legs.

For a moment, Adrien had contemplated wearing a top, especially since the material would be a far higher quality than the starch provided by the hospital. However tempting that thought may have been, he knew that it was fruitless, considering his violent panic attacks had returned to their nightly rotation.

Tip toeing into the bathroom, he entered his next phase of sleep preparation. There was an evergoing list of aspects of life that he had never appreciated the luxury of, such as his high-end toothbrush. Impressed at the difference in quality, Adrien ran his tongue along his teeth as he cleaned the concealer from his face and arms. He hadn’t been able to wear his mask for very long, but it had been worth it nonetheless.

He toyed with the concept of basking in the luxury of his own shower but, beyond the fact that it might wake Luka up, sharing a bed with the black-haired man seemed like a far superior option.

Now that Adrien’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness, it was easier to stealth around the room, more aware of any perils that may lie before him. Crawling onto the bed, he examined the man in his bed. Somehow, while deeply snoring, Luka had managed to pull the blankets up just enough to cover his hind. Adrien marvelled at how the moonlight shone upon Luka’s back, highlighting what seemed to be a number of tattoos. Confused, considering the short time frame, Adrien ran his fingers along Luka’s shoulder blade to determine if his eyes were playing tricks on him. His touch had been so light, he did not notice the freshness of the first tattoo he touched, a Chat Noir themed tattoo that ran up the side of Luka’s back up to the edge of his shoulder.

A devil on your shoulder. How tongue in cheek.

Adrien chuckled as he continued his survey of Luka’s skin. The arm attached to the Chat was nearly completely covered. A significantly floral theme encompassed the exterior of his arm, elegantly surrounding a profile of a woman. Her eye was extremely detailed, Adrien could see that she was looking into a night’s sky. Her hair blew in the wind, adding a touch of emotion and seasonal affect. Though his scope of vision was limited, he could identify most of what the underside of Luka’s arm was. It appeared to be a time turner cascading sand over a broken clock face. Intrigued, Adrien leaned in closer, unintentionally applying additional pressure to Luka’s shoulder.

The man jolted awake, needing to separate himself from whatever was causing him pain. Glacier eyes were opened wide to see what the imminent threat was; they calmed once they landed on Adrien, who had at that point curled into a defensive ball.

“Sorry! I was just… Looking.” His head started to peek up from the hiding place behind his knees, praying that he wasn’t met with a face of anger.

“Sorry,” Luka grumbled in return. “That one’s new… It hurt.”

“Oh, I.. I should have assumed at least one would be fresh.” Adrien unravelled from his ball and perched his elbow onto his pillow.

“Yeah,” Luka slid his arm under his own head to have a clearer view of Adrien. “I’ve been a bit of a guinea pig.”

“Well, I just hope that you made sure it was sanitary.” Adrien attempted to chuckle through his jab, knowing all too well who the artist was.

In his re-descent into incoherence, Luka hadn’t even caught the remark. All he could see was a half smirk on a gorgeous man’s face. “I missed you so fucking much.” He mumbled while pawing at Adrien.

“I missed you too.” Adrien slid under the covers only to be squished by the heaviest blanket in existence.

Luka, still half asleep, littered Adrien’s face with kisses.

Adrien giggled, accepting his defeat. Gingerly pushing the hair from Luka’s face, he whispered softly. “Can we stay like this forever?”

In a far brusquer tone, Luka responded with a simple “Please”, followed by a trail of kisses from Adrien’s cheekbone to jaw line. By the time Luka’s path brought his head close to the pillow, he had completely given into sleep once more.

Adrien was being pushed down into the river, his hospital gown bubbling at the surface. He was thrashing with his hands out to Luka.

“Lu-uka!” Adrien screamed as water gurgled in his mouth.

Luka tried to pull forward, but Adrien was out of reach.

I need to get help . Luka thought as he scanned their surroundings, there was no one besides the lab coats who were working to push him under.

“Lu..!” Adrien’s head sunk, now fully submerged into the water.

Luka treaded forward, but the water trapped his legs. He looked down to pull his feet out, only to find the water had become a syrup red.

“Luka…” Adrien’s voice sobbed.

The lake was now empty and the only parts of Adrien that broke the surface were his face and one of his hands; his body itself shaped by the air bubbles sporadically lifting pieces of his crimson stained gown above the water.

“Please, don’t leave me here.” Adrien pleaded with him, the reddened lake water gripping at the edge of his lips.

Luka couldn’t see Adrien’s tears, but he knew they existed. Desperate to help, Luka viciously tugged at his own legs to move, but they only fell deeper in.

“Please, don’t leave me here.” The plea continued to repeat, each time gaining in urgency and volume, until it finally evolved to a horrified shriek.

With a blink, Luka was sprinting through white halls, following a trail of smeared blood. Adrien’s screams were relentless against Luka’s ears as he frantically searched for the man. He needed to find him. He had to save Adrien.

The atmosphere thickened as time fell still, the pleas now barely audible. Adrien rested on his knees, his head hung before him, his hands behind his back. As Luka went to step forward the shriek stabbed at his ear drums once again; Adrien was screaming while fighting to reach him, his gown covered in nose-bleed residue. Stepping forward, the sensation of falling overcame Luka. He was falling onto the scene as hands pulled Adrien to the ground.

The further Luka fell, the further the scene became.

The sun blinded Luka as he awoke from his fall with a heave. As he had done every night for the past two months, he panickedly patted the bed. As always, it was empty.

The sun is too hot. Luka thought to himself as he grabbed for his cellphone. It was further away than usual. The time read 14.12 hours.

“Shit!” Luka threw off the sheets and tornadoed around the room getting ready.

“Luka… Did you have another nightmare?” Sass calmly floated around Luka’s neurotic dash around the room.

The lilac shirt caught Luka’s attention. The entire outfit he’d chosen was folded on the desk.

Strange, I thought I already put them in the bag.

“No time, Sass!” He shouted as he ran down the stairs.

He shoved the clothes in the bag by the door as Adrien stared at him from the kitchen.

“Good morning,” Adrien’s elated tone was ridden with confusion.

“I don’t have time for you right now.” Luka shot as he zipped up the bag and threw it over his shoulder.

“Oh,” Adrien’s voice cracked as he looked down at his coffee. “Do you want me to put your coffee in a to go mug?”

“You’re funny.” Luka sneered as he reached for the keys.

Fuck. Where are the keys? They’re always here.

Adrien stepped forward as Luka automatically checked his pockets. “What are you looking for?”

“Like you’ll be able to help.” Luka shut him out as he ran around checking every surface for the Mini’s keys.

“Are you mad at me?” Adrien barely whispered as he set down his coffee.

“Shut-up! I’m trying to find the car keys!” He yelled at the downtrodden man.

I’m late to pick up Adrien.

“Oh, sorry.” Adrien took the keys out of his pocket and dangled the ring on his finger.

Luka looked up at his Prettyboy in horror. He couldn’t determine if the air was difficult to walk through because he was dreaming or if he was restrained from panic.

Adrien lifted his brow as Luka poked at the keys. What in the fuck is he doing? Where is he going in a panicked rush?

The keys swung at Luka’s touch. He pulled them off Adrien’s finger and held them in his hand. Pressing the cold metal against his palm, they truly seemed real.

Adrien watched in discomfort as Luka jabbed the metal to his skin. “Okay, now I’m really worried.” Adrien voiced as he gripped Luka’s shoulders.

The pain from the fresh tattoo seared Luka’s shoulder.

“Oh shit!” Adrien took his hands back. “Sorry, I completely forgot about the new tattoos.”

The burn from the tattoo continued to burn Luka awake. “How are you here?” He reached his fingers out, wanting to touch him, but scared that he would disappear. That if he was a dream, or an illusion, it was too flawless to risk letting him fade.

Adrien coiled his hand around Luka’s. “Babe, you picked me up yesterday. You were late, but that was because of an Akuma.”

Adrien’s hand was warm against Luka’s. Blue oceans shot to Adrien’s magnificently emerald eyes. There wasn’t a speckle of red in his green eyes, or blood anywhere on his clothes. “Adrien?”

“Do I really look that different?” Adrien scoffed.

Luka pulled Adrien into his arms. He could feel his body against his. The heartbeat he had missed for so long.

“Luuka!” Adrien wheezed. “You’re squishing me!”

Luka took Adrien’s face in his hands. He ran his thumb along blushing cheeks. He dropped his lips to Adrien, and they eagerly kissed him back. Elated, Luka backed Adrien up to a wall. His forearm rested on the wall above Adrien’s head as his other hand pushed into flesh. The hand that touched Adrien kept moving, wherever Luka felt it could pull him closer.

Breathing was slightly difficult as Luka pushed against him and took his lips repeatedly. A piece of Adrien wanted to pause the moment, but every cell in his body screamed for Luka’s touch.

Finally, Luka took a breath, leaning his cheek on Adrien’s temple. “I love you.” His words of endearment warmed Adrien’s ear.

Adrien brought one of his hands through Luka’s velvety hair. “I love you , Luka Couffaine.”

Luka resumed his affection against the man, pushing him deeper into the wall. He ignored the ringing that started emanating from his back pocket, he didn’t want to acknowledge that anyone besides Adrien existed. There was nothing more important than this moment.

“Luka,” Adrien mumbled between heavy kisses. “Luka, your phone.”

“No.” Luka responded as he brought his lips to Adrien’s neck, inciting a moan.

The apartment buzzer started to aggressively groan at them.

“Luk-ah!” Adrien was electrifying under his touch. He wasn’t sure how many people knew that he was here yet, but the last thing he wanted was to see someone unexpected for the first time in months while in an obvious state of arousal.

Luka shook his head as he held one of Adrien’s legs up against him, the hand other perpetually pulling them closer together.

It sounded as if the person below was trying to make a song, letting it go on and off in a rhythmically irritating pattern.

Groaning, Luka rested his head against the wall beside Adrien’s head. “Who’s dumb ass idea was it to have someone over today?”

Adrien chuckled as he started to lower his leg. Applying one last kiss to Luka’s cheek, he whispered into his ear. “That would be yours.”

Luka clutched below Adrien’s hamstring, effectively halting Adrien’s attempt to lower his leg. Unprepared to separate from him yet, he led both of Adrien’s legs around him. Holding his Prettyboy like a koala, Luka waddled over to the intercom system. “Who is it?”

“Hey Lucy!” A female voice responded in a friendly pitch.

“Lucy?” Adrien lifted his brow towards Luka. “Well isn’t that a fun nickname?”

Sighing, Luka dropped his hold on Adrien before pressing the buzzer again. “I’ll be down in a minute!”

He released the buzzer and stared at the cursed machine. “Sorry, I forgot about this appointment.”

“No, no I get it, your life doesn’t stop because I come back! You had to… keep going…” Adrien pensively nodded, all too aware of the fact that Luka hadn’t given the name of who he was supposed to go for an ‘appointment’ with.

“Hurry up, Lucy!” Shouted the intercom.

“Hurry up, Lucy.” Adrien’s tone was flat as he walked back into the kitchen.

“Can’t you just reschedule? You already have gotten so many this month.” Sass loudly inquired as Luka pulled on his shoes. Luka let out another deep exhale, knowing that the exact identity of the person downstairs was just revealed.

“Don’t worry Sass, I’ve already stopped him enough from being able to live a normal life.” Adrien started setting the coffee machine for another cup.

“Adrien, I-,”

“Luucccyyy!” The voice squealed.

Luka jammed on the intercom button. “Can you wait a fucking minute?”

Turning back to Adrien, he tried again. “Adr-,”

“Sorry,” the voice whispered.

Luka drooped in defeated frustration. Bending down to slip on his shoes he tried to speak once again. “I’ll just tell her that I can’t do it today.”

“It’s fine, I’ll call Chloe, she’s the only other person who visited me, so I’m sure she’d be happy to know that I’m back.” Adrien stared into the coffee machine as he spoke.

Luka, with one shoe still untied, sprinted over to Adrien. Grabbing at his waist, he pushed Adrien against the fridge, kissing his face repeatedly. “ I’m happy you're back.”

Desperately wanting to believe him, Adrien gripped the back of Luka’s hair and pushed their foreheads together. Through clenched teeth he told Luka, “I love you.”

The reality of the return of Adrien still continued to claw at Luka, as if it couldn’t be true. Luka didn’t fully understand why he was crying, but he let his tears fall anyway. They slid off his lips as he responded to Adrien, “I love you too.”

Luka rested his cheeks against Adrien’s, wanting to feel each of his Prettyboy’s breaths. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise.”

The elevator demandingly dinged for Luka. With an off balanced gait, Luka skittered to the door. Adrien waved by the grand doors as Luka bent over to tie his second shoe on the floor of the elevator. Once the elevator started to lower, Adrien firmly shut the hefty grand doors.

“Do we haave to see Chloe? I thought we would do something that’s actually fun, like restocking the camembert?” Plagg whined while waving side to side behind Adrien.

“Don’t worry, I have different plans, Plagg.” Adrien flatly responded as he tore the intercom out of the wall.

Author's Note:

**The symptom: Luka’s Hallucinations Originally, I discussed how he didn’t want to touch him because he’d ‘disappear like before’, I decided not to do this because I didn’t want to increase the assumption of prolonged hallucinations that just go away. So, why it’s in here: it highlights how difficult things were getting for Luka and how much he missed Adrien, as well as a personification of his guilt. Why I consider it realistic to not return: Up until this point, I have hinted at Luka’s mental health. What I’ve actually done here is put a lot of my own symptoms from Borderline Personality Disorder. I’ve briefly spoken to doctors about entire months where I suffer from specific hallucinations - but they often fade and only tend to ‘show their face’ when I’m going through a really difficult time and have stretched myself too thin. For this reason it has just been associated (in my case, at least) as an occasional, incredibly frustrating, symptom. We also see the difficulty in separating reality and ‘dreamland’ (far more common symptom - but always gets a shit ton worse for me when hallucinations come to life)

Okay, regular note time.

I truly love Plagg. And I love the joking about colouring - but in all reality - THIS CAN REALLY HELP. It is a mindfulness technique, if you’re stressed, do some colouring. Or sudoku. We are teasing here because of Adrien’s attitude to the hospital and the relationship they have together. Please, for the love of all that is holy, do whatever the hell works for you and don’t let anyone put you down for it.

The talking about what the hospital. There are mixed reactions from people in the hospital. It is not meant to scare you. If you need help, or are feeling suicidal, GO TO THE HOSPITAL. The issue with Adrien is that they weren’t appropriately changing the type of care for his needs. They were worried about his state so they kept him in, even though out-patient would have been the better option for him. Everyone has different health needs. Make sure that you speak with your doctor about what you need. But not through fighting them. That never works. Basically - he kept disassociating from trauma induced panic, and they were not properly understanding that, BECAUSE ADRIEN WASNT PROPERLY SPEAKING TO HIS PSYCHOLOGIST - TELL THEM YOUR PROBLEMS. BE HONEST.

Also - if you are ever hospitalized and don’t like your psychiatrist and feel like they aren’t approaching your therapy seriously or in a way that works for you request a change in psychiatrist

The quote at the top was for various reasons. I’ll share two. One: posting a chapter and realizing that there were a few lines that had detrimental effects on the pre-planned course of the story (a few chapters back). Two: everyone in the situation made their moves thinking it was the best possible one at the time, but they started realizing maybe that wasn’t the case…

Okay! Please let me know what you thought of this chapter! It didn’t ‘move’ a lot, but a lot happened! With the change, I’m still debating where the best part split is, but I will label it as it comes.

Thank you again for reading!

Until next time!!

Disclaimer * The characters and original plot were written and created by Thomas Astruc. This writing is merely an interpretation in a sad gay type of way.

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I just want to say first and foremost that I love your story! This is a really great AU premise that I feel doesn’t get seen a whole lot these days in most fics, especially not for fandoms like MHA. I love the way all the characters mythical forms match up with their cannon personalities so perfectly and the level of thought you’ve put into the world building really shows that you have an intense love of story telling and strong plots.

That being said though, I do have one piece of advice that I hope will be taken as constructive criticism, rather than just straight up criticism.

I feel like this fic could be greatly benefited by removing all of the glossary/index like chapters that info dump details about the world that should be naturally incorporated into the actual story. Rather than read about these topics and terms like we’re reading from a text book, we should be learning about them from the characters and their experiences instead. It could just be a me thing, but I personally felt that having to go through all of those really broke up the pacing of the story for me and while I pushed through because of just how invested I was in the story, I could imagine it might be a bit too much for someone else and they might not care or pay attention enough to read them and thus feel like they’re running into plot holes constantly if they only read the chapter chapters where this stuff isn’t as fully flesh-out enough.

Like I said, this totally isn’t meant to come off as anything but a reader trying to be constructive, but If my wording has in any way been rude or out of line, please feel free to point it out. I really love this story so far and just want to see it succeed and get the attention I think it deserves, because I don’t want to see it get discontinued.

Thanks for this! And no, I don't take this as "straight up criticism", it's helpful and therefore properly constructive. I know the 'info dump' is something that can put some readers off, but that's why I do my best to keep them short. While I totally agree that integrating the info into the fic would be best, like I said in the 1st 'Oblvi Facts', 'Lost Song' is part of a continuation of an original series based in the world of Oblvi (I've written three previous original fics set in this world, so there's a LOT of history and such). The 'Oblvi Facts' are things that I took the time to properly integrate into those original fics; they're not things I've just come up with for this fic and put in the 'Facts'. And though I know no one but me have read those original fics, it's still something I've done my best to seamlessly fit into a previous fic and don't want to have to go over again; so I did those 'Facts' as a sort of "compromise" so readers would better understand what's going on. I'm sorry to say that even if the joints in my hands weren't a degenerating mess that made writing a literal pain, I likely still wouldn't bother trying to fit those 'Facts' into the fic. I'm a bit of a lazy writer, and since I write first and foremost for my own enjoyment, I doubt that I would get that much enjoyment in trying to fit info that I've already integrated and gone over in another fic.

I do understand that when bingeing 'Lost Song' the 'Oblvi Facts' can take a reader out of the story; and that even some of those that read whenever the fic is updated will ignore the 'Facts' and then feel lost or that there's plot holes. And, I am sorry for that, truly. But I hope you can also see where I'm coming from. Having to integrate something I've already worked to integrate (albeit in another fic) isn't fun; more than that it takes time and energy (time and energy that are limited because of my health). And then you add my serious consideration of ceasing to share my work because the lack of interaction isn't worth the time and effort I spend polishing and editing to post... Well, I think you can then see why I'll be leaving the 'Facts' as they are.

That said, there might not be anymore 'Facts' because there might not be another update. Other than my friend @inorganicone2230 only one person has commented on the update so far. I know it's still early (me posting the chapter on Thursday), and I will give it 3-4 weeks; but I meant what I said, and it just may be that the next thing I post for all my fics is a courtesy, "I'm out".

Thanks again for sharing your thoughts and trying to help make my posted work better for readers, it is truly appreciated.

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luveline · 2 years

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can i request bratty sub! sirius black x fem! reader? 😫 but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to!

I've never written any bratty sub (and I don’t really know how lol) so sorry if it sucks tysm for ur request! SMUT WARNING 18+ PLEASE (sub/dom, tied up, blowjob, safeword in play)

Sirius' weight is heavy on your ribs. You complain about this.

"You're heavy," you whisper.

Sirius pauses where he's kissing your skin, one hand pushing your head up to angle your neck, bared to him, the other flexing where it grips your shoulder.

"That's not very nice, pup."

You pull against the leather cuffs that secure your arms to the wooden headboard behind you. "I'm not nice."

He laughs. It vibrates through your skin as he finishes up the lovebite he'd started just below your ear. You wriggle and he sits at full height, thighs spread over you, calves either side of your body.

He's fully clothed to your naked, clothed cock hard and pushing into your chest.

You pull against the cuffs again, just to be sure.

"What's wrong with you, huh? You're being very impatient tonight," Sirius asks, taking your warm face into his hands, palms at your jaw and fingertips against your temples. He plays with your cheeks like dough, thumbs kneading the flesh there. An amused smile grows on his face as you scowl.

"Get off of me," you demand.

He slips his thumbs inside your mouth and pulls your scowl into a smile. You wait for your moment and, when the opportunity arises, you bite him. He pulls his hands from your mouth like he didn't even feel it.

The humour drains from his face slowly. His hands become meaner on your face, eyes boring down into yours. His hair hangs in his way and he pays it no mind.

"Say sorry."

You press your lips together and glare. He turns your head and you let him, hand pushing your face into the pillows none too gently.

He leans down, his breath tickling your ear as he says quietly, "One more chance."

Your inhale is loud in the quiet of his room. You refuse to say sorry, closing your eyes and waiting with dizzy anticipation as he snaps.

His buckle undoes. His belt slides free, a familiar shushing of leather. He drops it off the bed and then undoes his zipper, and all the while you fight a smile at getting a rise out of him.

You gasp at his pinching fingers as they work roughly into your hair, bringing your head up off the pillows. Sirius works his cock with his free hand, trousers pushed down haphazard, climbing up your chest so his inner thighs press into your tits.

"Open up, puppy."

You stare at him, faux unimpressed. He tightens his hand in your hair cruelly until you gasp, mouth opening of its own volition. He presses his cock to your lips and you harrumph, annoyed at his chest-deep laugh.

"Go on, baby, gimme a kiss. Gotta use those awful, rude lips for something good."

His head pushes past your lips, brushing your soft palate gently. You slide your tongue against his shaft on impulse, wrists pulling at your binds, annoyed that you can't touch him. He rocks his hips in, hand moving your head, your mouth, on and off his cock like a toy.

He hits the back of your throat and tears well in your eyes as you gag, not bad but enough. He pulls out and you pant, forgetting how annoyed you are at him for the handcuffs and the straddling for a second as his cock twitches by your mouth. You lean forward by yourself and kiss his tip like you know he likes, swirling your tongue around the head.

He loosens his hold in your hair and leans down to talk to you.

"Is that an apology?"

"No." You pull against the cuffs again, cringing when they hold. "I'll say sorry properly if you let me out of these."

He catches your mouth in a kiss, wet with your spit. His mouth widens as he takes you in, a kiss so tender it makes your chest fill with butterflies, hand firm as it cups your cheek. You make a pleased sound as you kiss him back, wishing you could run your hands through the dark hair at his neck.

His nose touches yours as he pulls away, licking his lips dry.

"I'll take them off," he concedes.

You smirk, pleased at having your way as you always do, but something in his face makes you hesitate. A similar smugness.

"After I bruise up that pretty throat," he finishes, kissing the tip of your nose. He straightens up and pumps his spit-wet cock, pulling your lips towards the head. "Open wide, pup."

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denjiholic · 3 years

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love talk || gojo x reader NSFW

✎ request: suggestion: gojo breeding kink!

✎ warnings/tags: NSFW, explicit content, blowjobs, breeding kink, fingering, overstimulation, praise kink, porn watching, dom! gojo, teasing, voyeurism, light sub/dom, multiple orgasms, cockslapping

✎ pairing: gojo x fem reader

✎ summary: you and gojo watch a porno together and one thing leads to another :))

✎ word count: 2.2k

✎ a/n: sorry if some of you have seen me post this already, i was having a glitch with my tumblr the first time it uploaded, so i had to repost :)

“so what are we watching tonight?”

you look up to see gojo sitting lazily on the couch, one hand patting his empty lap. retiring to his nightly clothes, his chest is bare and his legs only clad in plaid pajama pants. you make your way to the sofa, taking a seat in his lap. he wastes no time wrapping his arms around you, letting out a contented sigh.

turning your head around slightly, you look at him skeptically, “what was that all about?”

he smiles.

“nothing, you just smell good.”

“well I did just shower.”

after you’ve turned back around to face the television he repeats his original question.

“what are we watching tonight?”

“surprise me.”

his eyes gleam with mischief. accepting your challenge, he replies, “alright then.”

he turns on the tv before pausing to say, “wait, close your eyes first.”

“why?”

“you said you wanted it to be a surprise, right? just trying to get the full effect.”

“whatever, weirdo”

shutting your eyes you wait impatiently. after a few moments, the sound of a woman loudly moaning greets your ears. lids snapping open, your eyes fly to the screen. the television displays a woman with a rather large chest, getting pounded by a muscular guy with an intricate tattoo sleeve.

gojo laughs from behind you, clearly amused at your reaction. turning around, you face him and see the smirk that adorns his face.

“what’s wrong? not surprised enough?”

“you’re such an ass”

glancing back at the screen you look again at the girl on the screen.

“are you not a fan of this type of film?”, he teases.

you sigh, “i’m not against it really, but i would like it if you picked something a little more tasteful. not just some 2 minute clip of some chesty girl getting her back blown out.”

“so picky”

after a few more searches he settles on a longer video. once he’s started it, he pulls you close to his chest, settling into the couch.

it starts as a standard porno, with very little yet messy foreplay, and the man taking sexual control over the woman. typical. nothing too exciting. yet for some reason, when watching such an explicit movie with gojo’s partially bare body pressed up behind you, heat slowly creeps up your neck. this was the first time you’d done something like this with him. you knew he obviously watched porn, he was a guy after all, but you’d never watched anything together. were you always this aware of the way his arms felt wrapped around you?

you shift your body, making him let out a small grunt.

“this getting you turned on?”, he whispers, careful to not talk over the audio.

“not really”

in all fairness, it wasn’t a lie. what was getting you turned on was him. not so much the movie. just his presence, and the fact that you are sitting in his lap, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against your back.

“no? we’ll have to do something about that then..”

he plants a soft kiss on the nape of your neck, and starts to let his hands wander. his fingers start to gently ghost the skin on your stomach from under your shirt. they’re cool in contrast to your warm skin. traveling higher until he’s gingerly caressing your chest, every movement is slow and meaningful, as if he’s feeling your body for the first time. a hand goes even further up your skin, while one goes back down to your abdomen.

the more he touches you, the harder it feels to breathe.

his fingers stroke your throat, not with the intent to squeeze harshly, but merely to just feel more of your skin. he tilts your chin back to rest on his shoulder, your head side by side with his own. by this time, you’re breathing heavier and having immense difficulty concentrating on the screen. his touch feels like euphoria, teasing almost every part of your body.

he’s obviously enjoying exploring you, as you can feel his erection against your ass. his fingers slowly slide further down your abdomen, making your breath hitch. he slowly slips a hand into your shorts.

instead of instantly going for your clit, he just keeps his palm near the waistband of your underwear. he effortlessly strokes your skin for a moment before finding his way to your sensitive spot. beginning to trace it softly, he forces a quiet moan to escape your lips, along with the catch of his breath from his own.

he slides a finger inside you, feeling your wetness on his skin. careful to tease you properly and take his time, he slips it in and out leisurely. once he’s got you breathing heavy, he pulls it out, and gently rubs on your clit once more with his dampened skin. your flesh feels unusually warm, every swipe of his fingers all over your body and pussy, sends your temperature rising. he wasn’t normally this gentle, and if he teases you anymore you might go insane.

“please.. go faster...”

“that’d be taking all the fun out of it then”

his low voice is close to your ear, and you can hear every breath he takes while he feels you up. just when it feels like you can’t take any more, he removes his hands from your shorts.

gojo shifts you from your previous spot in his lap, laying you down on your back. you lie supine on the couch for a moment, and he starts to spread your legs apart. he makes room for himself between your thighs, before one of his hands begins to tug at your waistband. it feels like your heart is about to hammer out of your chest as he slowly pulls down your shorts and damp underwear. he’s looking at you with kind and passionate eyes, a gaze that’s fully intent on seeing you fall apart to his touch.

you gasp when you feel his warm tongue meet your clit. he works it gently, licking up and down with mastery. instinctively, your hand grips a fistful of his white hair as the pleasure builds in your stomach and legs. when he begins to suck on your clit, you let out a whine. upon hearing your noise of satisfaction, he sucks harder, hoping to emit more content sounds out of you. you give in, moaning along with the woman on the tv. you’d been so caught up with gojo in between your legs, that you’d forgotten the porno was still playing.

to your surprise, you didn’t hate it.

hearing and watching the girl feel good alongside you, wasn’t totally awful. you’d watched your fair share of porn, and to be honest it didn’t do much for you, but something about him going down on you while something that vulgar played, made your sensations somehow feel stronger.

as you start to near climax, you gasp his name.

at this, he holds your hips down in place, making sure you feel your full pleasure. when you finally reach completion, he continues playing with your clit. upon being held down, you grip his hair tightly, your only support as you orgasm onto his tongue. as you pant and curse, he licks up your cum, sure to savor your taste and not leave anything left behind. after you’re finished, you feel soft kisses on your clit. he kisses his way up to your stomach, before moving up to leave small marks on your neck.

“gojo-”

“now I’m gonna need you to do something for me, pretty girl.”

you nod your head, your obedience making him smile.

he moves his body on top of yours so his torso hovers above your face. pulling his cock out of his boxers, he drags it across your lips.

“say ah”

opening your mouth, the first taste of his precum meets your tongue. he lets you take him into his mouth, holding his dick with one hand, and the television remote in the other. gojo turns up the volume before looking back down at you, your mouth full of cock. lips around his tip, you suck at him.

“that’s my good girl”

since you’re lying down, you allow him to gently thrust into your mouth. nothing too aggressive yet, but enough to make you want to gag on his length.

pushing further into your throat, he lovingly watches as the tears streak down the sides of your face. he gives you a reassuring smile, and wipes them away with his fingertips. perhaps to encourage you, he keeps muttering praise underneath his breath, constantly telling you how good of a job you’re doing for him.

he watches the tv from time to time, clearly enjoying watching the couple have sex while you blow him. no matter how much he looks at the screen, words of appreciation never fail to leave his lips.

“shit, just like that”

you swipe your tongue around his head and continue to take him in your mouth. he’s lost focus of the screen now, his body and mind taken over with the pleasure he's receiving. with a grunt, he finishes inside your mouth. he’s out of breath, but he looks satisfied.

once you’ve swallowed, he brings his lips to yours. his kiss is full of desire. desire for you, and desire to take your body and make it his. he plants kisses along your jaw and neck, and massages your chest from underneath your shirt.

“you’re really so beautiful, you know that?”, he whispers.

you hold his head close to yours, falling silent at the sudden compliment. he softly bites your neck before saying, “tonight, i plan on filling you up to the brim.”

“so no condom?”

he nods his head.

you smile, “what are you waiting for? fuck me and fill me up then”

he grins and kisses your forehead.

you squirm when he slides himself inside you, as he says softly, “i want to keep cumming inside you until I can’t feel anything anymore”

starting out slow, he begins thrusting his hips, moving in and out of your entrance. his sturdy body is on top of you, white hair falling in his face. he’s fucking you in missionary, something you’d usually chaste as being far too vanilla, but right now, seeing him above you seems to make the moment more intimate.

he occasionally kisses and bites at your neck, while you wrap your arms around his own. you pull at his hair while he fucks you, begging for him to keep going. You can feel the shake of your thighs as his hips dive in between your legs.

“gonna-” he mumbles, “fuck a baby in you”

you answer him with a plea, unable to form a sentence as he keeps bucking into your tight hole. feeling yourself grip around his length, your orgasm sends warmth and pleasure through your body, making you moan for him.

when he cums, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing hard. you can hear him let out curses as he’s overcome with his climax.

“Oh god, fuck”, he moans.

his mouth meets yours in a sloppy kiss, and he groans into your lips.

instead of stopping after one round, he continues to thrust into you, aiming to stay true to his statement of fucking you until you’re completely stuffed full of his seed. he pursues, making you orgasm repeatedly until you’re on the verge of tears.

“please cum inside me again... i need it so bad”

eyes shut and panting, he sends ropes of white into you once more, his body shaking slightly. he was clearly overstimulated, as were you, but he continues thrusting into your wet heat relentlessly. the tv audio is dull in comparison to the sounds of pleasure coming from the both of you, and the sound of his cock shoving into your leaking pussy over and over.

“feels.. so good”, he chokes out.

you watch him as he reaches completion once again, his expression one of lewdness and pure bliss. he lets out small gasps and groans as he comes inside you for the third time. his face glistens with sweat and his chest heaves.

exhausted, he slumps on top of you, trying to catch his breath. you play with his hair with your fingers, keeping his head next to your own.

he kisses your cheek whispering, “can we just stay like this for a while?”

nodding your head, you pull him closer, aware he’s still sheathed inside you. the movie was long over, and for a while you lay with him on your chest, feeling the rise and fall of his own. after a bit, he grows soft and slips out. he gets up to look down at your hole, watching the cum leaking from your entrance.

“as hot as that is, i think you might need to take another shower”

“wanna join me?”, you ask with a smile.

“fuck, don’t tempt me”

grinning, he asks, “was the movie tasteful enough for you?”

“i could barely pay attention”

“what a shame, i guess we’ll have to watch another one sometime”

“only if i get to pick it out”

he smiles, “it’s a deal”

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