#No TWs

[linkhappyface]

day three whumptober lets goooo

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober #no.3 #make it stop #linked universe #art #procreate #digital arwork #no tws #lmk if i need to change that #lu time #fierce diety link #majora’s mask #ocarina of time #legend of zelda

[loopielupie]

Whumptober Day 28 - Sacrifice

Aizawa knows what the media paints heroes to be: he sees it in the wide shining eyes of kids that ask Mic for his autograph and in the desperate faces of those he saves. A devotion and trust so utter it's almost frightening. It does frighten him sometimes, sending him slinking away from scenes once everything is secure and he can disappear unnoticed.

He knows what All Might conditioned the world to believe: heroes are pillars. Heroes are always ready, always there to save the day, willing to sacrifice everything if it will save civilians from the evil of the world.

He also knows that's bullshit. No hero can stand on their own. He's seen what that life has done to Toshinori, the shell it turned him into. He's seen what the media and the public do to heroes who fail to live up to that impossible standard; he's seen what happens to vigilantes who get caught doing everything heroes do but without the social or official credentials.

Heroes are human too.

So he teaches that. He teaches heroics his way. To avoid another All Might. He emphasises teamwork, fails entire classes who refuse to see the need for it or those who insist that heroes should stand alone.

And then he gets a new 1-A.

In the beginning, he thinks this might be another scorched earth class: full of personalities that clash and kids that, on the outside, seem to be set against his philosophy and eager to prove only themselves.

But then, they prove him wrong. Over and again, they work together: in training, in the licensing exams, in situations they should never have been put in that still give him nightmares. He starts to think that maybe his lessons are sticking, that this will be the one class he can push through UA, confident in knowing they won't try to be the next All Might.

And then Izuku disappears. Leaves carbon copy notes for everyone (he's pretty sure) that spill his secrets. And Aizawa is angry: at All Might for putting such ridiculous pressure on a child to keep a secrete and hold up a legacy Aizawa has never agreed with in the first place. He's angry at the world who told Izuku he needed to be that way and at the kid for believing it. But he's also angry at himself: for not doing enough to stop Izuku's reckless, self-sacrificing tendencies, not being enough to shout down the collective voices of the media and public opinion and Izuku's own hero.

He doesn't sleep much, after that. Mic sits with him in the wee hours despite his insistence that he's fine. Mic's known him long enough, suffered him long enough, that he knows better. He listens as Aizawa questions himself and his philosophy and picks holes in everything he's believed since Obouro. Mic listens and then Mic talks: offers reminders about the rest of the kids. How they're teaming up to fight for their place in the search, planning, strategising so that no one is alone and they'll get "stupid fuckin' Deku" (to paraphrase Bakugou) back together and "beat some fuckin' sense into him". Aizawa might have to have words with him about that one.

It helps, to know that his lessons have been enough; that this 1-A has learned and grown more than he'd expected and, at Mic's insistence, that he's helped make them that way. It's not enough to fill the hollow in his chest. But it helps.

#whumptober2023 #no.28 #sacrifice #bnha #fic #no tws #emotional whump #introspective #aizawa shouta #present mic #dadzawa

[pensiveabstraction]

i did somethin for day 7 of @jasico-week !!!

no hope will overcome (3575 words) by pensiveAbstraction

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Nico di Angelo/Jason Grace

Characters: Nico di Angelo, Hazel Levesque, Percy Jackson, Jason Grace

Additional Tags: Royalty, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Angst, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Rated teen for swearing

Series: Part 3 of jasico week 2023

Prince Niccolo di Angelo of Asphodel has to attend a masquerade ball in Olympia, in Prince Jason's honour. Despite being in love with him, this is the very last event Nico wants to attend, the very last thing he wants to celebrate.

It's a pity diplomatic obligations don't care if your heart is breaking.

#jasicoweek2023 #day7 #fic #no tws #jasico #angst #jason grace #nico di angelo

[zoeyslament]

hey so genuine question-

I am not neurodivergent as far as I know. I should probably get tested for some shit as I have stims (i make stupid little noises when I get too exciteded, flap my hands all the fucking time, and slap my knees repeatedly in anger) and hyperfixate really badly

But that’s not what I need help with

the issue is shirt sleeves. I’ve seen a lot of neurodivergent people with sensory issues say they can’t wear long sleeve stuff but I am the opposite—if I am not completely covered by long sleeves and pants, even in the summer, I feel completely naked and want to die.

I also can’t wear bras other than sports bras or my back feels weird and bare.

Surely this can’t be an actual issue? Does this make me weird or is this a normal thing?

#vent #no tws #just vent

[cinnamims]

Floyd hurt/comfort

I haven't ever written anything for Floyd or Jade, so I hope this does them justice. (It might be a little ooc, especially because its a little angsty)

Jade could tell something was off. He knows his twin, and he knows when things bother him. For the past week, Floyd hadn’t been acting like his normal self. Jade never thought he’d say this, but he misses his brother's violent giggles and threatening nature. 

The final straw for Jade was Floyd not coming to his shift at the Mostro Lounge. This wasn’t entirely out of character for the boy, but normally he’d at least tell Jade beforehand. When Jade arrived at him and his twin's room, he was met with the sight of Floyd laying on his bed, with his head in a pillow. Jade cautiously pads over to the side of the bed. 

“What is he doing this time??”

“Floyd, you weren’t at the Mostro Lounge today. Would you care to tell me why?” asks Jade, in his typical formal manner.

“Oh, please, you only want me there to lighten your own workload.” Floyd's voice is slightly muffled by the pillow. Floyd has always been able to see Jade's true personality. No matter how formal and polite he may act, Jade has always been self-interested at heart. 

“Maybe so,” Jade admits, “but you're still my brother. You're my brother, and I care when things trouble you. Now, what is it?”

Floyd sits up, there are dark bags under his eyes. His voice is uncharacteristically quiet as he answers. “I just realized that Shrimpy is actually going to leave. At first, I-” Floyd pauses. “I don't know; I just didn't actually think they were going to leave.” There's a soft thumping noise as Floyd lets his head fall back into his pillow.

“It makes me wanna squeeze something.”

Jade's eyes widen in shock. He knew his twin was slightly fond of the ramshackle prefect, but he didn’t think he cared this much. Jade hesitantly sits on the bed and lets out a small sigh. “Floyd, I’m sorry that they’re going to leave, but we can’t keep them here. As much as I hate to admit it, they have a life and a family that needs them. A life and family that's not in this world.”

Floyd clenches his fists. “I know that.”

“Do you?”

Floyd just groans in response, he's much too tired to fight. Jade rests his hand on his twin's shoulder in silent support. I’m here for you, is what the gesture says, just talk, and I’ll listen.

#floyd leech #jade leech #tweels #no tws

[urarakasdiary]

Can you (if your comfortable with it) write the main demon slayer trio (romantically) with a fellow demon slayer reader who dislikes unnecessary fighting/ starting fights but won't hesitate in fighting back?

Basically "You start it, I finish it"

Reader won't swing on a demon just vibing (like Nezuko) but won't hesitate to end a aggressive one.

I can imagine a reader like this getting kinda annoyed with innoske's anger and Zenitzu's cowardice and just calmly vibing with Tanjro.

Which queues both of them to get jealous, since they enjoy the calm vibing with Tanjro.

(Sorry it's a really complicated thing lol)

I've always had this idea in mind! in fact, I have a story in my draft, ofc, which has almost the same plot as this! also my first request :0

jealous Zenitsu x reader x Inosuke

You've always thought the Demon slayer Crop was pretty messed up and wrong. How come when people kill each other, go to jail stay locked up for a while, and then set free, while demons, who are trying to get food, need to be given a death penalty? You always had the same mindset ever since your mother - a former hashira introduced you to the world of demon slaying.

With your cold attitude and your shyness, It's always been hard for you to find friends or even people you share the same thoughts with. Until you met Tanjiro, Tanjiro had almost the same thoughts as you. He had pity and respect for demons. He knew that they were once human too and that they probably had horrible lives before.

being friends with Tanjiro meant being friends with the wild boar and the massive simp guy. You had made it crystal clear to them that you didn't like them. Inosuke was too loud and arrogant while Zenitsu cried too much and was loud as hell too, Inosuke had grown quite fond of your personality and you yourself, you were not the finest maiden in town but - you were without a doubt beautiful. Your cold eyes just seemed to have attracted the wild boar.

Zenitsu on the other hand loveeeddd the way you would pick him up or cuddle him (you were actually holding him on the waist when he was injured) when he needed it. He was a massive simp, a gigantic one for you though.

The three of them had noticed how you wouldn't kill demons who were just doing their thing, walking out in the moon, or even eating a human. You wouldn't attack them unless they started the fight or the human they were eating had a slight chance of survival. when they asked why you would shrug it off saying 'they were just eating their food, and the person was already dead so why bother? I don't want to waste my energy on some demon just living their life, geez'

Tanjiro was fine with it, But the other two were really starting to piss you off and get you to your last straw. You didn't talk to them for weeks, Tanjiro being the only person you would talk to.

When they tried sparking up a conversation with you, You would ignore them till they were tired of talking to themselves. 'talking to a rock is better than talking to [name] she doesn't answer me at all!' -Zenitsu

There were Jealous. Inosuke had never had this feeling before, It was a bit weird for him to be jealous. 'if this Monjiro guy can get [name's] attention so can I!'

when the two of them found out about having feelings for the same person they almost had a battle to death, But it soon calmed down when Zenitsu mentioned how you were only talking to Tanjiro and ignoring them.

even though everyone knew You nor Tanjiro had feelings for each other and that you remained as a very good friend of his, they couldn't help but be filled up with jealousy and hatred towards the red-haired boy.

Inosuke made a plan to kidnap you, the thunder boy didn't like the idea saying it would make you hate them more. Inosuke couldn't do anything more than just agree with him.

Zenitsu would act sick or even hurt himself to get close to you and feel your touch on his skin.

Inosuke would try to be calmer and less arrogant around you, for a miracle of a chance that you might actually like him back.

They would be more aware of how they were looking around you-(good or bad?)- Inosuke would wear his boar mask slightly less since he knew he was gorgeous. (which he is)

You wouldn't lie you were shocked by how stunning Inosuke was, You would hang out with Inosuke more than before noticing the changes in his behavior. Zenitsu was an exception though since he didn't change one bit.

he noticed How you, Inosuke, and Tanjiro were always together, he couldn't help but be felt left out. He felt sad, miserable, and depressed. how could you? more importantly, how could they?

He would cry himself to sleep while Inosuke would spend his time with you, going out on missions and talking to you all night until his heart was pleased. He made a brave move one night laying his head on yours, you genuinely smiled laying your's back on his and closing his eyes. His eyes sparkled at your reaction, dammit, his heart was gonna pound out of his chest.

An uninvited guest was raging, crying, and screaming at the scene All the noise caught your attention you carefully held the boar's head and looked back with your cold gaze.

It was Zenitsu throwing a tantrum, You furrowed your eyebrows.

'what happened Zenitsu?'

he would then explain everything to you how sad he felt, how he cried himself to sleep, how much he liked-loved you and how much jealously he was feeling, how much hatred he felt towards Tanjiro.

You smiled at him. Expressing that it was ok to hate someone and to love someone. you slowly reached for his head and looked for his approval, of course, he nodded. you laid his head on your shoulder starring at the moon with two men on both of your sides

sorry if short I was really busy with education shit 😭

#kny x y/n #demon slayer #zenitsu x reader #inosuke x reader #manga #cute #inosuke x reader x zenitsu #urarakasdiary #inosuke hashibira #zenitsu agatsuma #tanjiro #tanjiro kamado #fan fic #anime #no tws #kny #inosuke hashiriba x reader #zenitsu agatsuma x reader #im so fcking tired of life and all the bullshit im going through

[eddybear-owo]

Yo yo yo! S yo boy, Ed! (Or Bear too)

Lil intro ->

I am low-mid needs autistic and i have chronic fadigue and pain (and it is doing the opposite of getting better at this very moment) and despite going to various doctors i still don't know why that is.

I'm verbalflux and do constantly have verbal shutdowns and speechloss episodes, i also have very self destructive meltdowns and I WILL call my autistic symptoms "symptoms" and not "traits".

I am a very avid minecraft enjoyer and am currently watching Froggsmp (a Brazilian server) and Hermitcraft (ya know what it is)

I am also obsessed over fullmetal alchemist it is everything for me seriously, my chosen name is literally Ed because of edward elric.

Umm dni? Yeah none of that, but if i will block very freely, and i might also be very vocal about my political and just general opinion (I'M VERY GAY! AND QUITE DISABLED TOO! AND ALSO MIXED INDIGENOUS!!)

I'm also an age regressor!! Won't post much about it but will post a small amount but so it's aways good to know.

I'm dating an amazing person called Alex and won't reciprocate any flirting.

Oh and also i am a minor so pls be mindful, yeah that's it byeee!

#intro post #no tws #eddy talks

[wisheduponastar]

Rose Gardens at Midnight (F/M, 1k words)

For Day 1 of @flufftober. Inspired by the prompt : "I've got you"

Smiling, Kaede sniffed at the midnight air all around her - clean and fresh, with a constant undertone of roses. Sweet, fragrant ones - some that smelt like honey, and others that smelt like turkish delight. All amazing, and just strong enough for her to be able to smell them when walking in the rose gardens, but weak enough that they weren’t overpowering. They were a beautiful backdrop to her midnight walks, not the main event.

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Kaede sits in her rose garden at midnight, admiring its views. During the night, Shuichi shows up - and they talk

No TWs apply // Royalty AU // Late Night Conversations // Read on Ao3

Smiling, Kaede sniffed at the midnight air all around her - clean and fresh, with a constant undertone of roses. Sweet, fragrant ones - some that smelt like honey, and others that smelt like turkish delight. All amazing, just strong enough for her to be able to smell them when walking in the rose gardens, but weak enough that they weren’t overpowering. They were a beautiful backdrop to her midnight walks, not the main event.

And she was so grateful to the gardeners who were able to maintain this place, to make every rose be so beautiful and perfect. They all bloomed wonderfully during the day, and even at night the perfectly pristine petals were lovely. They were weak enough to be peeled back with the slightest bit of force, showing off their large and intricate designs - while feeling velvety smooth.

There were so many colours in the rose garden as well, beautiful during the day and during night-time. They looked different in the moonlight, but they looked no less magical - no less pristine. You could have told anyone that the garden was made for night viewings, and looking around, they would have believed it. Something about faint, silvery beams of starlight ethereally lighting up flowers was rather magical. It made you feel as though you were in a story.

Kaede’s favourite part of the rose garden looked just as beautiful in starlight as it did in daytime. The roses contained in it were lush and healthy; some delicate rosebuds no bigger than a baby’s fist, others magnificent and large - ones she would have to hold in two hands for it to fit comfortably. But all were a wondrous snowy white colour, pure like freshly fallen snow - or the feathers of a dove.

At the least they looked an unblemished white during the day with the sun’s rays over them. But at times like this, although some of their petals still had perfect swan-esque finishes, the roses also reflected the moon. Almost pure white, but also (undoubtedly) having magnificent surfaces of a subtle silver. Almost hinting at riches and beauty, or perhaps more shimmering things like opals and jewellery twisted into extravagant pieces, delicate yet astonishingly detailed.

They paired beautifully with the white marble the balcony was made out of; its balustrade looking almost the exact same colour. It was smooth and cold to the touch, yet not unwelcomingly. When she looked at it, Kaede could tell where she leaned on it - the careful polishing had a small indent, just wide enough for both of her wrists to comfortably fit. Kaede didn’t mind what most nobles would see as an imperfection, for her it just showed history - a memory of how much she used this place, and how much it meant to her. The same was shown on the bench here, although to a lesser extent. The ruffles and layers of silk in her normal clothing prevented as much of a mark being made - especially against stone.

Gazing around the garden, Kaede allowed herself to relax in the tranquillity. Sitting patiently and smiling, until suddenly something caught her eye. A procession, marked by golden fire that lit up the otherwise dark patch surrounding the castle, was moving steadily forward. Visitors were arriving at the castle. Curious, she stood up - going to the balcony and leaning over it - trying to see what was happening. For a few seconds she was able to watch them going along, before they were obscured. Alone in the rose garden, Kaede felt herself pout slightly.

Inside the castle grounds, there were many trees - and for some reason they had grown to block her access to the castle’s main grounds, or at least when she was this height. Give her only an extra inch or so, and she would have been perfect - or at least able to see from it, but alas. Looking about the place, Kaede once again considered the merits of bringing a stool to permanently live here, just in case occasions like these happened.

For a second, Kaede didn’t spot Shuichi - afterall, the black clothing he was in didn’t exactly make him visible - but once she did, she smiled. Once she had gotten over the slight nerves of seeing him suddenly appear like that, of course. He smiled back at her and, as if reading her mind, apologised, “I’m sorry for scaring you, it really is just a bad habit.”

“Oh, you don’t need to worry!” Kaede reassured him, “Why are you here?”

“Guests at the castle arrive in around an hour, I wanted you to be made aware.”

“And it’s obvious I’m here, huh?”

“I checked your room first,” Shuichi offered, but he didn’t deny it, “This was the next logical choice. The garden is beautiful at this time of light.”

That was something Kaede agreed with, and she looked around the scenery, “You know, the procession has just passed into castle grounds…”

Recognition sparked in Shuichi’s eyes, and he smiled, “Do you want me to hold you up while you look over the balcony?”

“Can you?” Kaede didn’t bother disguising the way her eyes flashed in gratitude, but she did smile and go up to him.

“Of course,” Shuichi answered easily. With a practised ease, Kaede went up onto the balcony - patiently waiting as Shuichi walked up as well, before he gently lifted her up - hands strong and steady, with a reassuring smile.

Now those precious few inches above the ground, Kaede immediately scanned the castle ground to see where the carriages were. Spotting them, she tried to lean forward even more - to get a slightly closer look.

As she went forward, she was suddenly conscious of how far she’d moved - almost as though she was slipping. As though she was plummeting - as though she was-

Strong hands held onto her waist even more firmly, and she was suddenly aware of Shuichi again. Patiently by her side. Hearing her panicked, shortened breaths he gently reassured her, “It’s ok, you won’t fall. I’ve got you.”

#flufftober 2023 #flufftober #flufftober day 1 #saimatsu #drv3 fanfic #fluff #royalty au #drv3 royalty au #no tws

[allieisacrybaby]

allie is a nickname i feel like im losing attachment too because I used it during a period of life that ive moved on from. But, my nickname I go by irl is way to close to my actual name for comfort and just for internet safety and personal privacy and comfort i don’t really want to use it. And also my actual name has like no other nickname variations that i like🫠🫠🫠 i just don’t know what to do. i like allie its cute but its slowly feeling less and less like me everyday. also going by a different name would mean changing my user and all my tags so i’ll probably stick to allie and just try to love it. *sigh*

#weird rant #not gvf #personal #no tws #<<just putting it under a read more because it’s annoying lol

[yzareenxiv]

Owner of a Lonely Heart

The end of winter, the Winter Solstice, her suppressed time of heat, the freezing winds of the First Umbral Moon and the celebration of love that occurred during it, all of that had passed with Zareen living two- no, tell it true, three lives.

The main life, the good life, was in the here-and-now. Watching Sarang and Ravi and Mede and Terbish and Nekhi grow, visiting with her friends and family, her carefully crafted tribe, and watching as they welcome their own children and grow and change and endure their struggles and growth. In this life, she smiles, she laughs, she loves as fiercely as she can, she dances and sings. It is a good life.

But it is a lonely life. She is surrounded by love, this is true. But she cannot help but feel the ache in her heart- the locked and barred connection in her soul that will never again be opened, the emptiness of the place that has held one, then another, then another, sometimes more than one at the same time, sometimes a single precious presence. It’s so terribly scarred, that part of her, damaged to the point where it is a jagged hole, surrounded by sharp edges and broken pieces that could too-easily pierce or tear at that unwary. She hides it well- after all, the rest of her life is fulfilling in ways she had stopped even dreaming it could be. But it’s there… and sometimes it aches and fills her with a hunger that has turned on itself, sinking sharp fangs into itself and singing in agonized and joyous screams as the venom races and burns through her veins.

That is the second life. The life of blood, the life of the Hunt, the life of chasing down whatever prey she can find- with or without someone at her side- and bleeding it, tormenting it, terrifying it past the point of fear into blindness and then descending upon it as a vengeful, reckless, terrifying creature whose humanity has been shredded away just as the hide of it’s prey has been. She eats of hearts and livers, she bathes in blood, she slips through the minds and souls as a mad goddess to bring ecstasies of agony until the very last moment of consciousness.

Innocent beasts do not interest her in this, though she will hunt them to protect her private sanctuaries and the people in the village that she retreats to sometimes. This second life is reserved for those the Sin Eater marks. Those that the bounty bills mark. Those that the Void has marked. They are shown the Jaguar with her heart turned inside-out and all those jagged edges pointed out to devour flesh and sorrow and too-late-repentance and finally, sometimes, the soul. She is not so twisted that she drinks in opposition to her laws as Sin Eater- but she also will forego a lesser prey for one that she knows she can keep back from the River in justice.

Those are the two lives she lives in the world. In the here-and-now. In the place of flesh and blood, laughter and sorrow, where the sun rises and sets and the moon rises and sets and the stars glitter.

The third life is the secret life. The third life is in her mind, though at times it bleeds through in nightmares and flashbacks that steal her breath or her attention during the day until she realizes she’s being looked at or spoken to and can escape back into the first life. The third life is the Labyrinth, where she has yet to find the door yet can spy through more and more cracks and crumbling walls. Never yet has there been a hole wide enough to step through and she is grateful for that for she knows herself- if she sees it, it will torment her curiosity until she tries to cheat her way into ‘just dipping a toe’ and perhaps losing herself altogether. For this reason, too, she does not seek the door too fervently. There is more than enough to see. She remembers, now, in a strange and detached way, that when she fell into the Void she was brought to a palace, a realm inside the Void that seemed enormous and always at war with it’s neighbors. Her time, she knows now, was roughly split into interminable eras: First, she was an animal, a beast used to hunt and harry prey at the whim of beings she could not understand. She fell into this role too-easily at first, until pride returned, and with it reason and knowledge. She began to learn the language of her masters, listening, always listening, and planning, her cleverness against their complacency. Second, she was a slave. A step above a beast, living in the palatial estates of whichever being held her metaphorical leash. That was the worst time, the time she endured the most, the time she moved from master to mistress to master, a living creature to twist and bend and use in whatever manner they wished for she was so easy to heal. As a slave, she learned of the transactional nature of the Void. As a slave, she learned survival in ways she had not had to learn upon the Source. As a slave, she had found her limits and been forced past them once she had been lifted to serve the nobility and been subjected to their unique and exquisite cruelties. They knew what she was, saw her too-clearly, and she suffered. Third, a servant. As she had suffered, she’d learned. As she’d learned, she’d begun to make impressions. As she’d made impressions, she’d learned more. Her speech became refined, her keen huntress mind now stalking the halls of the body politic. She learned the art of subtlety, of flattery and lies and inner machinations. Of hiding behind lowered eyes and a smooth tongue and watching obliquely as her suggestions became her master’s ideas and were carried through into successes and failures. At last, in a moment of boldness that could have been her undoing, she’d struck. Fourth, a noble- a position stolen just as the natives of the Void always stole them from each other. She walked the halls a different woman, a spy, breaking shackles in secret and laying in place plots and plans and traps with a delicate skill while wielding power ruthlessly and perpetuating the same agonies upon others that she remembered suffering herself. This was the worst to remember, this was the best to remember. These memories held the Zareen of the here-and-now entranced sometimes as she watched a woman that was herself but not herself- a twin… no, a doppelganger- move through that world in ways that Zareen herself had never mastered in this life.

She didn’t realize that as the memories surfaced, so too did some of the elements of that otherself. Moments where she would gain an aloof mein, calling to naughty children with the imperious tone of royalty that brooks no disobedience. Moments of silence where she found herself watching people in the cities and identifying them effortlessly as greater powers and lesser, simply knowing what she should do to ingratiate herself and make ally or crush enemy. There were the bad moments, too, of course. The moments of slavery, of being the hunting beast, of being the victim of torments. A barking laugh while she waited for her turn in one of the fighting pits reminding her of the Houndmaster… that had ended in her being pulled from the still body of her opponent and banned for a moon for acts she truly could not remember. She’d visited a brothel once, seeking to ease the ache in her loins and the itch in her skin for violent delights, but glimpsing a ham-fisted fool and a whore merely acting the part had made her so ill she’d rushed from the place and been violently sick. Which isn’t to say that the submissive who craved the darker side of sex and mastery was gone- truth being that she wanted it even more. Once she’d had a taste of too-far, she ached in a true and physical way sometimes to come close to it again. A private ache that she endured as the one she trusted to fulfill her desires, who enjoyed fulfilling her desires, wrestled with himself.

Three lives. One woman. Zareen knew something was going to give, eventually- those moments of slippage would likely get worse, or more frequent. Or the Labyrinth would seal itself away again and she would lose access to a part of herself that she wanted to know and understand despite the risks. Or the jagged part of her heart would start to devour the joy that she found in her first life- or cause her to become addicted.

She couldn’t help herself, it seemed. One way or another, she was always back to dancing on the edge of the blade, keeping time with whirling dervishes of song that flung her back and forth, leaping and landing on her toes with every beat of her heart a beat of the drum.

#y'zareen serhan #stories #rp stories #ffxiv rp #the void #the labyrinth #no tws

[loopielupie]

Whumptober Day 30 - Bridal carry

A follow-up to Day 26 (linked for convenience)

When Xie Lian wakes, he feels woozy: disconnected from his body, like everything is on a half-second delay.

It takes him a moment to remember: Ling Wen, his exhaustion finally catching up to him, and San Lang coming to his aid right when he needed him. With a questioning sound that catches more painfully in his throat than expected, he reaches out, eyes fluttering open. Silk sheets glide beneath his fingers until they're captured in a cold grasp.

Xie Lian blinks up to find Hua Cheng stretched out on the bed next to him.

"Mmm San Lang, how long was I asleep?"

"It's been about eight hours, gege," he replies quietly. Xie Lian feels a pang of guilt that he's kept Hua Cheng all to himself for that length of time while he just slept, but the smile sent his way tells him he shouldn't as he asks:

"How are you feeling?"

In truth? Xie Lian doesn't feel as well as he'd expected after that long asleep. His head feels fuzzy and throbs with dull, sluggish pain. It's then that he notices Hua Cheng's fingers feel much colder than normal. He squeezes them reflexively.

"San Lang, are you ok?" he reaches up to press a hand to Hua Cheng's forehead but is met with a look of confusion that turns to concern.

"You have a fever," Hua Cheng says, copying the gesture. Xie Lian can't help but lean into it, relishing the suddenly welcome cold as he hums a distracted "oh". What is not welcome are the symptoms that make themselves known, as if summoned. Xie Lian's headache grows worse and he feels gooseflesh spring up under his robes as he shudders.

"It appears you might be right," he sighs, running a clumsy hand through his sweat-damp hair. His fingers catch in his disheveled topknot but Hua Cheng's coax them free. He carefully guides Xie Lian into his lap and he presses his face into Hua Cheng's neck, allowing the Ghost King to gently release his hair. A cool hand trails through it to rest at the base of his skull and Xie Lian can't hold back the tiny sound of relief. Lips press against his temple then, followed by the gentle rush of words:

"Would gege like a bath?"

Xie Lian cannot deny that it sounds blissful with how his robes are starting to cling to him with fevered sweat. But he's still unconvinced he would be able to stay awake long enough.

"This one will take care of it, gege can just rest. This one won't let you drown."

"San Lang," Xie Lian chastises with a gentle swat to his chest. "That's not what I'm concerned about."

I know you'd never let anything bad happen to me.

"Oh, but there are other concerns?" He can tell Hua Cheng is teasing him but he's not sure quite whether this is something to blush over or not. In the end, he settles for pressing a kiss to Hua Cheng's neck, satisfied by the way the muscles jump under his lips.

"You've spent hours taking care of me but all you have received in return is a very poor house guest."

"My husband could never be a poor guest," Hua Cheng retorts, easily. "This is his home."

It's a sentiment that still draws a depth of emotion from Xie Lian that he never expected to feel again. To have a home again, in a place but also a person. There's a lump in his throat so all he can do is nod. Hua Cheng seems to see past that anyway, if the way his smile crinkles the corners of his eye is anything to go by. He tilts his head in that way that always means he's talking to Yin Yu.

"The bath is ready, gege."

Xie Lian lets himself be repositioned and lifted, giving himself over to Hua Cheng's strength. They don't have to go far, but Hua Cheng takes his time and Xie Lian lets himself ease into being carried this way and the gentle sway of his gait. There's no embarassment anymore, not when it's done with such tender affection. When he tucks his face back into the crescent of Hua Cheng's neck, it's only an effort to be closer. Xie Lian lets his lips rest over where his pulse would lie and mouths a tender sentiment into the skin.

"Gege? Is everything alright?" Hua Cheng hums, but his tone is knowing, contented, edged in warm satisfaction. The words buzz through Xie Lian's lips and he smiles in kind, that same warmth blooming under his skin, despite the fevered chills.

"En," he murmurs. "Everything is fine, San Lang."

#whumptober2023 #no.30 #bridal carry #tgcf #fic #no tws #hualian #bathing #sickfic #softness #comfort after the hurt

[meowizard]

im so doneeeeee with this server why do i do this to myself...... people who get kicks out of finding the worst in everything and pat themselves on the back for harassing people just living their lives on the internet! do you hear yourself!!!!!! im still gonna stay in it though peace and love

#non venty but. ranty #no tws

[pensiveabstraction]

day two of @jasico-week, prompt 'first kiss'

rainy day (4214 words) by pensiveAbstraction

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Nico di Angelo/Jason Grace

Characters: Jason Grace, Nico di Angelo, Nereus (Percy Jackson), Nerites (Percy Jackson)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Flirting, Attempt at Humor, Jasico Week, following on from day 1, Pontifex World Tour, yes i am making that dumb joke the thing now, First Kiss, Rated teen for swearing, POV Nico di Angelo, Boys In Love

Series: Part 2 of jasico week 2023, Part 2 of pontifex world tour jasico 'verse

Nico is along for the ride on Jason's godly research roadtrip. They stop off at a beach with a pier, where there've been quite a few rumours of 'weird stuff' happening. The weather is not on their side.

#jasicoweek2023 #day2 #fic #no tws #jasico #nico di angelo #jason grace #pjo #hoo

[picrib]

No tws, make a guy. 

#picrew #picrews #Humans only #male only #am i forgetting anything #i dont think so #bro i hate tagging but like. i gotta #no tws

[lucidchaos12]

“A little out of the ordinary” and “Nowhere to run” PART ONE

————————- Setting: DnD ———————- Characters: Aries- 12 yo - All pronouns, —- Ronin-16 yo - She/they pronouns—————-

This wasn’t supposed to happen | Chapter 1

Anxiety gripped the heart of Ronin with an iron fist, threatening to break either her resolve or the tunnel in front of them. Shit. They blearily rubbed the sleep from their eyes and tried to focus their senses into the environment. From where she stood, the worn wood and rusted nails could be seen, set in arches around rail tracks into the mouth of the location they’d sought out.

Ronin spun their back to the entrance of the caving tunnels and turned to face her companion, battling the desire to give up the assignment already.

“Aries please don’t look at me like that.” They said with fond worry and shaking hands hidden behind their back. “We’ll be fine.”

“What do you even mean? I’m fine over here.” Aries had their nose scrunched and their hands clutched to their chest in a way that betrayed the attempted look of determination on her face. “I trust you and all that. You’ve set out a good plan.”

“That’s not what I mean. You look like you’re ready to barf.” Ronin pointed out with a knowing look to their eyes. “Come here.” Aries instantly went to grasp her outstretched hands. “Remember how it goes?” They shuffled their feet and looked at their worn boots in response. “Okay. We can do it together.” Ronin reassured with a hand squeeze. “Step one is breathing in for four seconds.” They sent a proud smile as Aries straightened their back to mirror Ronin. “Hold for 4 seconds.” Aries looked to their sister and waited for the squeeze that meant 4 seconds were up. “And out for 5.” Some of the shaking in both of their hands ebbed away as their chests raised and fell in rhythm.

They continued like that for a good minute before Aries brought up their head to look at Ronin and say “Thank you Ro. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Are you steady now? We should set up our harnesses and equipment they gave us.” She shot them a quick concerned - are you sure you don’t want to stay out here - big sibling look. Aries opened their backpack and pulled out their harnesses, threw one set across the dusting of snow on the ground, and busied themselves with attending to the buckles. “Aries.” They froze and looked back up from setting up the gear.

“I know how badly we need to do this. We’re awfully lucky we were given a short errand with a reward this high. Just one item. We don’t even technically need to steal and shit.” Ronin looked uncomfortable.

“I know but-“

“I’ve got this. I’m sorry I held us up-“

“Aries.” Ronin spoke with a softened tone. They clenched their jaw when she realised she’d interrupted. “I expected you to be scared on your first mission. Everyone would be, especially in an environment they’ve never been in.”

“But Ro-“

Ronin reached for her hand when she slumped her shoulders. “I’m scared too.” Aries’ eyes widened like she had just spoken a forbidden secret. “It’s okay to be scared. Being brave isn’t never being scared, being brave is being terrified and doing something anyway.” Aries’s soft green eyes brightened as if she’d hung the stars in the sky. Ronin smiled warmly. “Come on, let me help you with your harness, then we set up a piece of string so we can’t get lost in the tunnels.”

…

To be continued…

Look,

Things happen and now several prompts fit into my beloved dnd oc’s backstory so this is going to be across several posts. (*cough* prepare for pain) This part is already long for me. Hopefully that’s not against official rules. I don’t think I care either way. /nm /lh

Edit: Shit happened in October and I wasn’t able to do as much of whump as I wanted to. Don’t worry though, I plan to just continue anyway when I can and drop the whump tags.

Thank you for reading! <3

#no.1 #no.2 #whump community #whumptober2022 #whumptober #writeblr #whumptober day 1 #whumptober day 2 #dungeons and dungeons #dnd character #no tws

[boysenberrybunny]

3 Seasons Review

(7/10) Features: -POC Protagonist -Pronoun Options (He/They/She) TWs: N/A Average route time: About 45 minutes to an hour

Link: https://hamiltonhour.itch.io/3-seasons Three Seasons by HamiltonHour is a fun and light-hearted, albeit short, experience! Here we follow our protagonist, whom you can name and select pronouns for, as they go to supposedly be interviewed at Three Seasons Inc., only to be whisked away into the elemental realm. Stuck there for "a week", you meet our current three choices, Yuto (the Winter Spirit), Sol (the Summer Spirit), and Rye (the Fall Spirit.) Let's start with Yuto!

Going into it, I expected Yuto to be cold and closed-off, as he claimed the others described him as 'cold-hearted.' I find this a bit odd, as he doesn't ever really act that way, always acting about as kind and open as the other two, although in a much more responsible manner. His route has some cute date moments, but, like the other two, it is tragically short, and I feel as though the development from strangers to lovers happens much too quickly. As well, he comes out of his shell extremely fast. Even so, his unexpected cheekiness gave this route a certain special something that I find mediocre romantic visual novels often lack.

Sol also managed to surprise me, given that when I had selected Yuto the first time Sol had made a passing flirtatious comment, giving me the impression that he would be the flirt of the game. Upon selecting his route, however, he had much more of a himbo energy, and was monumentally oblivious to my advances. It was cute, and despite how short and fast the route was, it made much more sense for his character to fall for someone so quickly, so I didn't mind it as much. His concern after the MC is nailed in the face with a volleyball was especially wholesome and sweet. As well, his design is one of my personal favorites.

The current final route, Rye, was fairly decent. His design was the warmest and coziest, and his office was definitely the comfiest looking. What made him stand out a bit amongst the other two options is that he had an actual plot going, separate from your own "trapped-in-the-elemental-realm" thing (this plot being his art show.) His love of art and reading was very cute, and his hopeless romantic energy was extremely pleasant, giving him an overall comforting and warm vibe, much like Fall itself. I also loved his teasing, though this is something he shares in common with the other two boys as well. His ending was the most satisfying, ending with a kiss in the rain, although I still must bring up just how quickly things escalated. Speaking of which...

The Problems with 3 Seasons. Every game, no matter how good, has problems. The first, and smallest, issue is with the textboxes. There's no easy way to tell who's talking, aside from the nametag, as all the boys talk relatively similarly. I feel as though we could benefit from some flourishes on the textbox, both so it looks less 'default' and so that we can better differentiate who's talking at any given time. Different fonts could also help add more visual interest to this section of the screen. The routes also could use a little more variety in the beginning, as they’re all a bit too same-y pre-dates. One issue with the game is that, as stated multiple times before, the routes are extremely short. The game is supposed to take place over "a week" (re: five days, re: two to three days), but due to time passing much faster in the elemental realm, it feels like we barely get any time to get to know the boys, and it certainly feels like much too little time for them to fall in love with us. As Yuto said, the time we spent together is a drop in the bucket of his life. I feel like the game would be better if the time was extended, say to a month, or if time didn't pass so quickly in the elemental realm, so that we would have more time to see these characters grow, and give more reason as to why an immortal being would fall in love with you so fast. Another issue is how useless the protagonist feels. There are two minigames wherein we do our job, and whilst functional, they (the minigames) don't add anything to the experience, both being extremely short and pointless. Were these to stay in the future product, I would recommend a wider variety of them, or perhaps a more difficult and frequent version (which would also be easier to accomplish with an extended time limit!) As it stands, the protagonist does two tasks and then nothing, and whilst I understand the justification being that they don't have magic, the other boys mention how, once teleported, the protagonist is wearing a "Spring staff" uniform. Surely, not every menial task the Spring Staff does requires magic as well? Introducing some side-characters in the form of seasonal staff (such as the Spring Staff) who you could help and work alongside would help breathe life into the game and add some variety aside from the gorgeous boys we have! As well, it would help feed into the sense of progression in the game, especially if they were to note subtle changes in the boys you pursue, something you yourself probably wouldn't notice since you didn't know them beforehand. Praises for the game are still abundant, despite those issues! The character designs and backgrounds are gorgeous, and I feel as though each office fits the boys perfectly! Despite the short length, the game still manages to be quite funny and even romantic at times, with each of the boys' dates being unique and enjoyable experiences. I hardly ever felt as though they said something out of character, which attests to how pleasant the writing can be. Additionally, I absolutely love how each boy gives you a customized piece of jewelry at the end of their route, making it all the more personal and special, as well as giving closure as to how you would find or see them again. The music, also, is nice, if not repetitive. Overall, I would recommend this game to someone with around two to three hours open and who enjoys isekai-type short stories. Please excuse any clunkiness, as this is the first review I’m posting, and I’m still working out the kinks in organization! Thank you for reading, and I hope to see you again soon! <3

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