#but I couldn't gather my brain enough to make it happen. yet

[b4kuch1n]

hi! birthday. which means it's finally time t

yo what the itch store is fixed up now

damn what? I don't know where this came from. look all the comics I put on g*mr**d a year ago are back here again with all the formatting and typesetting by @fireflysummers as well as the exclusive bonus art wtf who did this. my werewolf comic on here too what the hells!! that one also got re-toned for printing if u want to AND an exclusive cover spread !!! what the fuck!!!!! come see for urself I can't make this shit up

#bakuspecial #comic #itch.io #bakugoods #<- made up a tag for when I sell things that aren't commissions just now #for folks who still remember me talking abt a physical run of these comics: I'm so sorry this year and the last have been brutal #and I live in a well and suffer a curse of international mails never going well. so the logistics became Very complicated #I still think abt it tho! I've prepped up all the assets just bc I thought abt it so much... we picked out a gift print for the orders #And a bonus print for the pack #but I couldn't gather my brain enough to make it happen. yet #it takes a bit of overhead so I gotta build that up. which is. right now talk for after the shit that just happened to me got smoothed out #but I do want it to happen. I've been sitting on this exclusive custom print for like two years now #I really love that drawing its so cute. I still hold that project close to my heart #anyways uhh itch store! happy birthday to me! #last year this time was so rough I didn't even Want to think about my birthday lol #strangely enough with this small little fragmentation grenade we just got I became more motivated to fuck around on my bday lmao #probably out of spite. hammer philosophy #my parents love making a whole thing out of me and the brother's bdays lol so dinner's gonna be something #but for now I can still chill. and prep up stuff. and do my thang #if u look thru the itch store and get something from there thank u so much! I hope the comics treat u well #and now. I make hot drink. have a good day lads! do a little jig for us let's go

[archivists-plus-one]

So, after this episode of TMAGP, I have some thoughts.

(Spoilers for The Magnus Protocol up to episode 10 below. You have been warned.)

First of all, Mr Bonzo is terrifying and I am regretting making a model of him, which now sits and watches me from my bedroom shelf. I have so many questions, and nowhere near enough answers to satisfy my brain.

But what got me even *more* is what happened at the Magnus Institute ruins with Sam and Alice.

And who is this [ERROR] (Voiced by Beth Eyre) that is seemingly unleashed from the institute ruins at the end?  

Well, I don't know. But I do have a bit of a theory...

What do we know about [ERROR]? Well. Not much. But I did come across this casting call from RQ, posted by @pinkelotjeart, which at the time they thought might be about Celia, however I can't see how it could be anybody if not [ERROR].

Mysterious? Absolutely. Hostile? If they're not, I'd be shocked. Raspy voice? If that breathing was anything to go by, definitely. Initially dormant, trapped + forgotten for twenty years? Well, the institute burned down just over twenty years ago, so I'm going to say that's a match too. Now the line that interested me most is the one that OP also highlighted - "building an identity for itself at the expense of its victims". 

What else have we seen "building an identity for itself"? Something that Colin has warned Alice against personifying over and over again? FR3-D1. And Freddie certainly seems to be taking its toll on Colin, who could feasibly be it's "Victim"...

Now what exactly does this mean? I don't know! But noting that [ERROR] is also the way Jonny, Alex + Tim Fearon's character names were written out by RQ when the casting was announced (as they couldn't do the glitchy effect from the images), it feels significant. 

But like I said. I don't know. That being said, imagine, for a moment, that you are this "[ERROR]" character...

You know your body is under the Magnus Institute, so you wait, biding your time, collecting as much information as you can. You watch through people's devices - harder, at first, but it gets easier and easier as technology advances. Some select few get the chance to relive their experiences, a "test screening" of sorts you name 'Voyeur' - you need to check your recordings are accurate somehow. You get involved with a tattoo artist named 'Ink5oul', who helps you out by live streaming their tattoo processes, showing you what the symbols they tattoo onto their clients mean, and how they combine.

You're not entirely undisturbed in your tomb under the Institute, of course - some idiots come poking around. It's a newer craze, "urban exploration", but you need it to stop. You find the most popular urbex forums, and, using the moderators accounts, make sure that your ruins are marked as "cleared" - there's nothing interesting to find there, so nobody will bother you. 

That is, until someone who goes by the name of "RedCanary" comes to the ruins, and almost destroys everything. It isn't time yet. You find their post about the Institute and see that they're planning to post photos of the symbols that have been drawn over the ruins. That will only invite more interest, you can't have that. So you go through their phone and warp the photographs they took beyond recognition. You send them "anonymous" threats, making it look like it's through the forums. You use their webcam to watch them, making them more and more paranoid. The paranoia makes you stronger. You dispatch of them, and take a photo as a warning to everyone else, then post it on the blog. That'll keep them away. 

When you've gathered enough audio data to learn to emulate voices, you start to speak. You read out the cases that will give the OIAR employees the tools they need to help you in your plight. But nobody notices. You can't be too specific, that'd only lead to more people poking around the ruins, destroying your chance. No, you need the right person. Somebody who understands The Magnus Institute, who can help you properly. 

And then, conveniently you listen to the interview of one "Samama Khalid", and know that it's your time. He was on the list from KLAUS. So you start slipping in hints, waiting for him to get involved. And he does. And now he's freed you, and has absolutely no idea what he's just unleashed.

Anyway! On that happy note! What does any of this mean? Who knows! I am very excited to see where this goes. But I will leave you with a couple of thoughts:

- If [ERROR] was created "from someone on the point of death", is this how the other voices in FR3-D1 appeared? In which case, that leaves Jon, Martin + Jonah (?) dead. Did [ERROR] die in the fire that destroyed the Institute? Were they the cause of the fire?

- How are the artifacts we've seen so far (the dice + violin) related to all of this?

- How are Starkwall involved in all of this?

- And last of all, how do I destroy my model Mr Bonzo? I never want to witness his horrible face again.

If you've made it this far, well done. Let me know what you guys think! Happy listening!

#the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #tmagp #tmagp theory

[yourheartonfire]

An assassin with a speciality in dispatching super powered beings is hired to protect a blossoming rookie whose power, once properly trained, is predicted to turn the tides of the hero-villain conflict. (Bonus if they’ve also been hired by a separate party or kill them, and they’re unsure which order to follow through with)

Prompt courtesy of @thepenultimateword !

"Breath," the Assassin suggested, eyeing the rookie uncertainly as they quickly gathered up their knives out of their opponents. Their former opponents.

"I'm breathing," the Rookie wheezed, hands gripping their knees. "I've checked. Definitely breathing. My god, your hands. They're all- all-"

The Assassin wiped the blood off on their pants and hauled the Rookie close with their offhand. The attackers were down but who could say if that wasn't just the first wave?

"You need to transport us out of here," they murmured to the Rookie. "Can you do that?"

The Rookie locked their arms around the Assassin's neck. "I couldn't hurt them," they gasped. Their breath, hot against the Assassin's throat, was somehow still speeding up. "I'm sorry, I couldn't use the power-"

"And that was the right choice," the Assassin said with total and honest conviction. They'd seen the Rookie in training. From three clicks away. In a bunker. "You're not a weapon yet, kid. But you are our exit." Shadows moved in suspicious patterns. The Assassin chucked their empty clip, slammed in the next one from their belt one-handed. Stay calm. "Breath, kid. Think of somewhere safe and take us-"

The world warped around them. For a horrible moment the Assassin felt themselves stretch and warp too - and then the world snapped back into a new shape.

The Assassin and the Rookie tumbled to a softly carpeted floor. The dim room came into focus: a rug, looped with letters and numbers. Colorful walls, low shelves filled with baskets of toys and picture books...

"A preschool?" The Assassin sat up. It was dark here too but a pre-dawn, peaceful kind of dark.

The Rookie's breath was slowing, finally, their nose pressed to the gritty fibers. "Daycare," they said.

The Assassin started to reach for them - then thought better of it. They stood and made for the tall, adult sized cabinets. Wet wipes got the rest of the blood off, then there was a full first-aid kit and bags of emergency food. Now they returned to the Rookie with their prizes, smelling of disinfectant.

"Drink," they said, dropping a couple juice boxes on the Rookie's head. "Are you hurt? There's Pokémon bandages."

"Ow," the Rookie muttered but took a box. For a moment they both sucked down apple juice in silence. The Assassin made a mental note - daycares and preschools as makeshift safe houses, while figuring out how to hide their tracks - stage an animal break-in to the food? - when the Rookie cleared their throat.

"You didn't have to - why did you -?"

"I didn't have to kill them?" the Assassin guessed. They took the silence as yes. "Definitely did. Those weren't muggers, that was two of Supervillain's mid powered killers. You noticed how they were trying to kill you?"

"That's not how heroes fight!" The Rookie pushed up to their feet stubbornly. They didn't look particularly steady. "We fight to incapacitate, to defend."

"Maybe that's why your hero squad hired me to watch you," the Assassin said.

The Rookie's mouth opened and closed as they worked that one over in their head. "You think they hired you to... to send a message?" they said quietly.

The Assassin tossed the bag of boxed raisins and cheap granola bars at the Rookie's chest and let themselves collapse onto a pile of gym mats. "Shouldn't happen again anytime soon," they said gruffly. "(Supervillain)'s gonna have a harder time finding volunteers for the next kill squad..." Then their stupid, tired brain actually heard what the Rookie had just said. They sat up fast enough to make the kid flinch. "What do you think they hired me for?"

"In case I..." The Rookie's eyes dropped. "Well. In case something goes wrong..."

With me, was the unspoken end of that sentence. The Assassin's stomach gave another lurch.

"Just cause they pay me to do bad things doesn't mean I'd do anything for money," the Assassin snapped.

Another long silence. The Rookie's eyes widened slight, but they were smart enough to say nothing. The Assassin lay back, closed their eyes again. "We're both stressed and sore," they said. "Let's take a rest before we call for ground transport out of here. I suggest - no, I recommend that this conversation never happened."

The Assassin let the exhaustion take them. When they woke a few hours later, the Rookie was clearing up the last of the medical supplies.

"Let's go home," they said, face guarded, but their hand in Assassin's was warm and the squeeze real. The Assassin nodded and let the Rookie carry them back.

It was going to be really hard to keep lying, and more and more, the Assassin was realizing maybe, maybe, they could find a way to avoid it...

They were never taking a bodyguard gig again.

#my fiction #hero x villain #hero x Assassin #rookie x expert #filled prompt #thepenultimateword

[sandboxscenes]

For you, I'd break the world.

A/N: It's my first time doing something like this. But this got a foothold in my brain and would not let me go. Inspired by this post from @skylovs and partly based on real life shenanigans with the 3.2 photo glitch a couple of months ago.

Honestly, Ayato was the main reason I started Genshin, and he was the first character that I went all in for.

-----

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

It should've been impossible for you to meet, but yet…

When you first saw Ayato in his trailer, he captured your heart. The mysteriously shrewd Yashiro commissioner, who operates in the the shadows - Kamisato Ayato. You weren't sure if it was the white official outfit he wore as part of the Kamisato Clan, his elegant movements, his personality, or his voice - equal parts calming and mysterious, that caught you, but you fell for him.

You were well aware of Ayato's status as the Yashiro Commissioner and the responsibilities it came with, and his sister, Ayaka, as the Shirasagi Himegi. In addition, you had devoured every single tidbit about him and the Kamisato clan that you could get your hands on. Even with the constraints of the game locking you out of his story quest, and even Inazuma, you read everything about him - his past, and his stories, and committed them to heart.

You wanted him.

You needed him.

And you were willing to break all of the rules to do so.

"If I can get to Inazuma without going past AR 25, I will pull for him. I want him. I won't ascend my world level until I get him."

The words quietly left your lips. It was a mantra of sorts. A phrase you'd say to yourself often, when you were exploring around the world of Teyvat.

For you, it was also a reminder of the goal that you set for yourself. Ayato's original banner had long since passed, but you were hoping that he would be getting a re-run soon. That singular piece of hope is why you were hunting. You wanted to gather enough primogems, in the hopes that he would come to you on a golden star.

When rumors swirled online regarding the reappearance of a glitch that would allow beginning players to make their way to the closed nation of Inazuma, you were intrigued.

A way to make it to Inazuma? Without getting struck by lighting? Impossible.

It must be too good to be true, you thought. You shook your head and heaved a heavy sigh. You weren't necessarily the best at video games in general, so the thought of being able to essentially break the game, by being somewhere where you weren't supposed to be was a hard ask. But you also couldn't help your curiosity.

After a few days, your curiosity won out, and you decided to put the glitch to the test. You watched endless tutorial videos on the glitch. After multiple failures, you ended up with a success, and watched as your character walked on air.

"Yes!" You loudly yelled as your character maneuvered around, defying gravity.

The success spurred a fire in you. You needed to repeat the conditions and do additional testing to master the glitch. But you did not care how many hours it would take. You were determined to travel to Inazuma, no matter what.

The first place you touched down in Inazuma after walking on air, was the Kamisato Estate. A fitting place for you to touch down. After unlocking the wavepoint right by the Kamisato Estate, you hunkered down and continued to hunt down primogems.

Then, the fated day of his banner arrived.

You opened up the wishing window. You took a deep breath. With all of the primogems that you gathered, you put your hands together and whispered a silent prayer. You clicked the button to wish, and you closed your eyes, hoping for a miracle.

The first ten pull you did, you saw a purple star shooting across the screen. Not him. You knew it was unlikely for you to meet him, but a part of you hoped that you could meet him immediately. That did not happen. Ten pulls turned into thirty pulls that turned into eighty Pulls, but still, he was nowhere to be found.

Your heart tightened. Anxiety swirled in your thoughts. Even though you knew that you had enough offerings for him, you made sure of it. You couldn't help when your thoughts turned doubtful.

"Why can't I get him? Why?"

Your muttered to no one in particular. You laid your head down on your desk as your eyes fell on the wishing screen in front of you. Ayato's visage seemed to be taunting you the more you looked at the screen. As if in a trance, your fingers lazily clicked the button for another ten pull.

Ninety pulls. Hard Pity.

You sat up with a start when you saw the golden star fly across the screen. The anticipation built up in your chest as you held your breath to see who would appear on your screen. One by one, the pulls were revealed. But you couldn't concentrate on them. You wanted to know if you could meet Ayato.

When the golden star was revealed to be the Yuheng of the Liyue Quixing, Kequing, your heart fell. You knew of Kequing and liked her fine enough, but she wasn't who you wanted. You wanted Ayato. You knew that if you continued your offerings, you would be able to meet him. But still, a small part of you disliked how things played out. You wanted Ayato to be the first one you met.

You laid your head down on the computer keyboard, as you mentally tried to psych yourself up enough to continue to pull. The keys dug into part of your face, but you didn't care.

"Ayato, please come home."

Your soft words floated on the air. You knew it was futile to say, but you couldn't help yourself. Perhaps, despite Genshin being a videogame, you wanted to lose yourself in the hope that he could hear you, and that your sentiments would reach him.

Ding!

The sound, followed by a blue notification, popped up on your computer, informing you that the computer was about to run out of battery. You looked around for the power cord. You plugged it into the computer, and felt a small shock jump up your arm. You looked at the cord and then at your hand. You flexed your hand to make sure there was nothing out of the ordinary. It felt fine.

That was weird.

Your computer had only been on for a few minutes, but it was weird how the battery drained so quickly. You knew that you played Genshin last night, but you were sure that you left charging before you went to bed. You thought so, at least. You shrugged. Maybe you are making a big deal out of nothing. Your memory may have been mistaken, and you forgot to plug it in last night. It was an honest mistake that you've done before.

"Alright, Ayato. I promise you, I'll bring you home. I'm ready."

Are you?

You hesitated for a second, before you shook your head. You thought you heard something, but dismissed it. Your mouse clicked the button as you started to wish once again. The pulls started to rack up - Ten, Twenty, Fifty, and then finally, nintety pulls. Hard pity again.

Despite your rotten luck, you couldn't help the grin on your face as you watched the golden star shoot across the screen. Your heartbeat rang in your ears. This is what you've been waiting for. When the shadows dissipated, you found yourself looking face to face at the handsome face of Yashiro Commissioner himself. The words slipped out of your mouth, unbidden.

"Hi, Ayato. Welcome home. I've been waiting forever to meet you."

Sorry for being late.

You blinked. There it was again. You couldn't help feeling uneasy. You thought you heard something - twice. But nothing seemed to be making noise around you.

You turned to face the screen again, and you were in the character menu, looking at Ayato. You were mesmerized as you watched him elegantly materialize his sword and sheath it. You swore that you saw a mischievous twinkle in his eye and sly smile on his lips. Or did you?

You blinked, and Ayato went into his other idle animation, the one where he was drinking Boba. You raised your eyebrow. You knew that you wanted to check out his idle animations after getting him, but it was odd how the game seemed to predict what you wanted to see. If you didn't know any better, you could've sworn that he was aware of your presence, or worst yet, reading your mind.

Now that you think about it, when did you log out of the wishing screen?

You don't remember clicking the button to exit the screen.

You shrugged. Maybe it was just your laptop acting up again. Even laptop troubles couldn't dampen your mood now. You had Ayato now, and he was the one you wanted from the very beginning.

You outfitted him with all the gear that you saved for him, and started to play. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but you could've sworn that you saw Ayato's strikes do even more damage. They seemed to take care of every obstacle you faced as a player.

"Thank you, Ayato."

My pleasure.

#Genshin SAGAU #SAGAU #Ayato Kamisato x Reader #Ayato x Reader #Library Shadows - Works #Genshin Impact

[maddheaven]

ℰ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒩ℴ𝓉 𝒟ℴ 𝒰𝓈 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 (ᶠʳᵉᵉ-ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵉⁿᵗʳⁱᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᵏᵉ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵘ ᵒᶠ ˡᵉᵒⁿ ᵏᵉⁿⁿᵉᵈʸ)

Thank you @duminki-dominikano for motivating to (sort-a) continue this and for everyone who liked the fake husband AU, I love and appreciate the support, it really motivates me to start writing more!

I won't make it a full-on series, at least, not yet, so they'll just be a bunch of free-writes based on what I imagined. I hope you enjoy!

(WARNING: Contains fluff, a bit of angst, mental breakdown, and pills.) Also, this takes place just after resident evil 2 and 3.

Your memories were nothing but a hazy, jumbled blur of images…

Your head throbbed every time you tried to remember, your world spinning as you attempted to recall your past.

It frustrates you every time..

"Babe, don't be too hard on yourself." Leon sat beside you, rubbing a hand on your back as you held your head in your hands. You shook your head. "It's just.. I swear.. It's coming back to me…"

It was also heartbreaking, every time you failed.

You felt like your brain was gonna break out of your skull. You moaned in pain, the throbbing so painful, you wanna cry. Leon couldn't bear it any longer. "That's it." He gently guided you to sit back up. "You're overexerting yourself. I'm gonna get your pills." You huffed, pouting at the former officer. Leon's heart fluttered at your cute expression. He playfully rolled his eyes, then leaned in. "Give me that face all you want," he kissed your cheek, "you look cute like that anyway," he whispered. Your face flushed up as Leon walked to the door. "Besides," he began, stopping at the doorway, a casual smile on his face, "what kind of husband would I be?" He asked, before closing the door.

Husband.

From what you were able to gather, you woke up in a tent, an IV strapped to your arm, your heartbeat beeping on the monitor. You can hear the muffled voices of people outside with the pattering of footsteps as they run to and fro.

Beside you was Leon who, upon seeing you awake, nearly cried. "Thank god! You're awake!" He cried out. He sobbed into your hand as he held it tightly. "I.. I thought I lost you!" He managed to sniffle out.

The memory would've been.. endearing; comforting almost…

If it wasn't for the fact you didn't remember a thing.

The total horror on his face.. - that you couldn't forget…

After a few talks with the doctors, they concluded you may have some form of amnesia. "I would assume dissociative amnesia." The doctor said, "The stress and shock of the outbreak must've been too much for her brain to handle, and with the trauma to her head, it was enough for her mind to shut down." The doctor explained.

Leon was devastated.

He tried so hard to protect you, to keep you safe, to keep you right at his side - but he failed.

Failed to keep you safe, failed to protect you, failed being your savior-

Failurefailurefailurefailurefailurefailurefailurefailure-

"Are you two together?"

The question snaps Leon out of his grief-stricken daze. He glances between you, then the doctor. "Yeah.. she's.." there's a long pause as he looks at you.

Technically, you two were total strangers, but my god, he wanted you to be something more, he knows you're something more, you are something more.

It was then that he realized something.

You have absolutely no memory of what happened at Racoon City, including your time with him.

Although it hurts, this could be his chance to actually have his chance with you, for you to finally be his, for him to protect and give you all the love he has for you, for you two to be together!

Leon's eyes lit up. "She's.. she's my wife." He turns to the doctor, mustering a smile. "We recently got married."

The doctor gave Leon a sympathetic smile. "Well, Mr. Kennedy, it's best to take it one step at a time. Understand, it's a lot for her to take in, so you should be patient."

"Oh, don't worry." He looks back at you. "I would wait for years if I have to."

The door opens.

Leon comes in holding your pills in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. "Bon appetit!" You playfully scoffed at his little joke, taking the pill and water from him. You pop it in your mouth, taking a swig from the water and swallow it whole with a sigh. "Thanks." You said, handing the water back. Leon chuckles and sets it down on the nightstand before climbing into bed with you.

You two sat in each other's embrace, your head resting on your husband's chest, his arm around you as he pecked your head. You both admired the view from your window, two birds on a tree branch, preening each other affectionately. A bittersweet feeling washes over you watching the two creatures. "Did we.. did we ever had a moment like that?" You asked your husband, gesturing to the birds on the branch. "Did I love you the same way those birds love each other?" Leon smiles, his head laying over yours. "Yes, sweetheart," he said, "you always did.."

#yandere leon kennedy #yandere leon s. kennedy #yandere leon scott kennedy #yandere resident evil #yandere leon kennedy imagines #yandere leon s. kennedy imagines #yandere leon scott kennedy imagines #yandere resident evil imagines #dark leon kennedy #yandere fake husband Leon Kennedy #yandere!leon kennedy #dark!leon kennedy

[vampyrsm]

Bakugou is teaching you how to make cake and all you care about is when you get to lick frosting from his fingers

shakes you around. THIS IDEA, THE HAND KINK ... I'm going to go insane !!!! I was going to answer all my asks on the weekend but you sent this, and I can't ignore it

Bakugou is a secretly very good baker, whilst everyone knows how good of a chef he is. He keeps his baking skills on the down low, he bakes cookies, cakes, brownies, cupcakes, all of it. And you're his taste tester. This meant you got to sit front row at the kitchen island watching Bakugou work his way through different tasty desserts.

Today? Cake. He said it was for Kirishima's kids' birthday, something Kirishima had to practically beg Bakugou to do. Under normal circumstances, you would simply sit there looking pretty for him whilst he chatted to you about his day and your own in return. But he insisted you'd help him today, figured he might as well show you how to make a good cake since you keep asking so many questions.

"Then you have to make sure the batter is thick, and silky." He instructs, dragging the rubber spatula through the batter to ensure he himself was following the instructions. You couldn't help but nod along, staring at how easily his wrists twist and turn to ensure he's gathering all the batter. Your mind repeating the way he said thick, and silky.

He moves to divide up the batter, you idly following behind him and holding the pans he'd need and he doesn't seem to notice just yet how you're not paying any attention at all. His voice is so soft as he continues to tell you just what to do, and you know you should feel a little guilty for wasting his time but god; you want his fingers in your fucking mouth.

"Oi." he snaps his fingers, your eyes big and owlish when you look up at him, "Did you hear a thing I said? No? The fuck were you doin' then?" he answers whilst you shake your head, eyes drifting back down to his hands and he raises an eyebrow. "What?"

He notices the batter on his fingers from where he had to wipe the pan clean along the edges to ensure it didn't bake at an odd angle. He makes a move to grab a sheet of kitchen roll but you're grabbing at his wrist, and he's far too confused and a little surprised that you just grabbed him. "What're you do—" the words die on his tongue when your tongue presses against the pad of his finger, curling around the digit before you're closing your lips around his finger.

Bakugou can't stop the way his cock twitches at the way you're practically sucking his finger off, cleaning the batter off of his index and thumb slowly.

"There," you smile innocently when you drop his hand as if you didn't just turn him the fuck on. You turn away from him when he's still stood there rebooting his brain to try and catch up on what the fuck just happened.

He grabs your waist, pulling you back into his hard chest to duck his head low enough to let his lips brush against your ear. "Bedroom. Now."

#— alex has mail ! #— user asmaechan #— bkg drabble

[bluury2]

I've been reading a fic called "a dark among the lights" by @luckylectio and I couldn't help but make a mini fic based off of it!

This scenario has been floating in my brain, and yes I know the logic doesn't fully make sense and probably may never happen but it's a fun thing to think about, this was so fun to write!

"When Dark meets Light"

Sky was fighting for his life after the monster they were fighting was overpowering him by the minute, the monsters sword clashed down and hit the master sword out of his hand, shooting it to the left and into the dirt upright.

Sky, shocked, lost his balance, and the monster took advantage of this. Full force the monster slashed his dominant arm.

No one is able to help him as there are other monsters nearby by occupying the others, Legend is the closest to sky but still too far away to stop the monster as it slowly raised its sword high.

_____________

Sky was one of the only ones (aside from twilight) that didn't attack on sight of him and actually heard him out.

Dark looks terrified, he stands watching this all happen.

He wasn't allowed a weapon incase he decided to use it againt the chain.

He couldn't just stand there doing nothing to stop sky from dying. He sees the master sword perched in the dirt. His feet move on impulse.

He runs for the sword, making the last minute decision to push through the burns to help sky.

He runs, he grabs the sword, bracing himself for the pain.

Nothing happend.

He doesn't notice at first, running behind the monster and stabbing it enough times before it could bring down its sword against sky, killing it.

Straight after it poofs into a cloud of purple and black, He didn't notice the rest of the chain killing off their share of the enimes and looks to sky.

"Are you ok? Shit." He looks at sky's wounds and calls for a potion and bandages. But everyone was just staring at him with wide eyes.

"What? Are you surprised I actually defended one of your asses?" He says as a snarky remark, they still don't say a word. He follows their eyes to his hands,

Dark gasps as he hears the master sword chime and glow a blue light. Sky is the first to break the silence

"You..your holding her.., how...?"

Hyrule jogs over to sky to tend to his wounds as the rest gather round, twilight going straight to dark.

"Are your hands ok?" He says worryingly

Dark switches hands to inspect the hand holding the master sword, nothing. No burns. No cuts. Nothing.

Even Dark couldn't make a snarky remark at this..

Time speaks up "well would you look at that... seems like it thinks your worthy to weild it..."

time narrows his eyes at the sword, thinking about what it did to him, wondering why a ten year old boy wasn't worthy enough to weild it but a being of Dark was...

"Usually she's a lot more picky..." he says with a grimace.

Dark does take notice of how time uses "it" for the sword, a habit he was on the receiving end of not long ago.

Sky piped up "Dark...he...you saved my life...thank you"

Dark looked at sky and gave a small genuine one sided smile, his bright red eyes scrunching slightly.

"Don't mention it, I'm just glad your ok" sky smiles at Dark as he helps him up after hyrule patched sky up.

Why hasn't she burned me yet?

Dark can't help but wonder why now? How? He's a Dark being, too many questions, with so little answers.

The master sword was certainly a confusing concept

But he doesn't take the time he was able to hold her for granted. He saved a friend's life. That's why she let him hold her. He wanted to save her master.

#this is such a cool concept to me #legend of zelda #linked universe #loz #the legend of zelda #link #lu fanart #my fic #legend lu #sky lu #lu legend #lu #lu sky #lu dark link #dark link #linked universe time #lu time #linkeduniverse #a dark among the lights fic #fic of a fic #lu twilight #dink #the chain #master sword #lu fi

[littlemissmanga]

If you’re still doing the 200-word game, I’d love to see Wolffe with fem!reader for prompt 10. Maybe she’s used to doing things on her own and has a hard time relaxing :)

Send me one of the following and a clone and I'll write a 200 word spicy drabble.

YES! Nonnie, IDK how you knew to send this in, but let me tell you I'm feeling this in my soul. I'm so sorry it took so long, I hope this hits the right note.

Also, this is entirely self-indulgent cause it's been a WEEK at work and it's only Tuesday lol.

Pairing: Wolffe x f!Reader

W/C: 750 (sorry I couldn't stay within the 200 tonight.

Warnings: Spice, heavy petting, nudity (f), fingering

Divider by @samspenandsword

You couldn’t even care about the concerning clink that rung out when your bag hit the floor, your poor lunch container likely cracked now.

Kriff it, what else can go wrong today!?

It had been hell. After busting your ass for three weeks, the client had changed the parameters for the project you were working on. Even worse, you knew this would happen. Saw it coming from the beginning told the client as much. But your boss — needing to save face in front of the client and always be right — told you to just do instructed.

Sure enough, now that’s three weeks of work wasted and you know you’ll be blamed if the deadline isn’t met. So instead of relaxing this weekend, you’ll be up to your elbow in work.

Not even bothering to suppress a groan, you kicked your shoes off and made your way into your apartment, only to feel strong hands grab at your waist as you passed the kitchen. Immediately, you tensed, pulling your arm back to strike, until ...

“Hey, hey, it’s just me, sweetheart.”

The low voice — unmodulated by his helmet or a holocall — instantly killed your defenses.

“Wolffe,” you sighed, turning to relax fully into his arms as you rested your forehead against his chest. He had already showered and changed into the clothes you kept for him when he was on leave. Gods, just the feel of him, the smell of him, was already calming your over-fried nerves. “Stars, I’m so glad you’re here.”

He chuckled and pulled you tighter. “Rough day?”

“Try a rough month,” you mumbled into his chest. “And it’s about to be a rough weekend.”

“Ah.”

You never understood it. Your petty corporate struggles pale in comparison to the challenges Wolffe had to face every day. And yet, he had endless patience for them, listening to your complaining. He approached everything so tactically and yet he genuinely cared enough to just support and validate you without judgement.

“Well, I can’t help with your work,” he said, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “But I do know you can’t do anything overwhelmed and overstressed. And that is something I can help with.”

Oh, now that was tempting. But…

“And before you start burning out that brain of yours, you know I’m right. Nothing of value is getting done if you’re already running on empty.”

You lean back to look at Wolffe, taking him in fully for the first time. “You’re not taking ‘no’ for an answer, are you?”

He cocked an eyebrow, giving you a discerning look that you were sure scared the boys of the 104th into obedience. “No.”

His hands slid to your front, pulling your blouse from your skirt and deftly unbuttoning it.

“You’ve been working hard. And you have more hard work in front of you. It’s not a crime to take a break to care for yourself. I … I worry you don’t do that enough,” he admitted, pushing the light fabric off your shoulders and onto the floor.

He moved on to your skirt, carefully pulling the zipper so it wouldn’t catch. “And now that I’m here, I can make sure you’re cared for the way you deserve.”

Invading your space further, Wolffe trailed the lightest of kisses across the top of your bare shoulder up the column of your neck, moving slowly to touch every inch of your skin with his lips. You barely registered how much you were leaning into him, relying on him to hold you, until he gathered you in his arms and began walking to your bedroom.

“I take care of myself just fine, I’ll have you know,” you countered as he laid you gently across your bed. “You spoil me. There’s a difference.”

Wolffe’s smile was positively sinful as he shook his head. He pulled himself over you, resting on his side so he could map out the curves of your body with one hand.

“There shouldn’t be, sweetheart.”

You would have protested more normally. Your mind was desperately trying to hold onto the urgency of your work, needing to get started lest your anxious thoughts consume you, but it was getting harder and harder. A pleasant fog overtook your thoughts, your body already having yielded to his touch, legs opening at the barest tap from his calloused hand. His rough touch pulled a gasp from you as he passed lightly over your heat.

“That’s it, baby. Just let go. Lay back and let me take care of you.”

So you did. And it wasn’t long before the only thing you could think was Wolffe.

#thanks for the ask! #commander wolffe x reader #tcw wolffe x reader #clone thirsting #so indulgent #not even a little sorry

[klitzofficial]

Period Cramps

Klitz X fem!reader

Warning: 18+, smut, swearing (I'll add more later)

A/N:

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"Klitz please, it's the only thing I haven't tried yet. It's either this or I go to the hospital." She whispered through tears.

Klitz grabbed the hot pink dildo off of her bed as a similar shade rushed to his face. He thought back to exactly how he'd gotten himself here.

They were supposed to meet in the library to finish their history reports together, but when she didn't arrive on time he got worried. Then when she didn't answer his first five calls, he began to full on panic.

He couldn't live with himself if something happened to her. She was his best friend, even if he wanted more. He was fine staying "just friends". He was just glad she was even talking to him.

He gathered his things and left the library, millions of different scenarios swimming through his brain, none of them good.

He tried to call her several more times on the drive to her house. She still didn't answer.

He stormed into her house, knowing that if she were home she'd have the place all to herself. He ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time and pushed her bedroom door open.

All his fear and worries fell away when he saw her in bed, covered up to her neck in blankets.

He crept up towards her and bent down, which is when he noticed she wasn't asleep. Not only that but she had been crying.

"Hey, hey what's going on, are you okay?"

She threw her blankets off to reveal that she she was completely nude.

"Klitz please, you know I love you, and I'd never want you to feel uncomfortable, but I am in so much pain. I'm experiencing the worst period cramps of my life, and I've tried every technique on the internet. I'd do it myself but I can't bend that way because it makes the cramps worse. Will you please do this for me?"

Her speech was fiendish and sounded rushed, and he could tell how much pain she was in. He fought the urge to stare at her body the entire time, choosing instead to analyse a particularly interesting corner of the room.

Because of the long amount of time it was taking for him to answer, she thought he'd say no.

"Listen I know it's weird. If you don't want to do it can you at least drive me to the hospital?"

"No."

"What?"

"I'll do it." He said looking up from the sex toy in his hands, "I just don't want this to break up our friendship."

She began to laugh, but stopped abruptly. Releasing a high pitched whine due to the sudden pain she felt.

Klitz knew that noise shouldn't have gotten him so excited.

"So...do I have to put a condom on this thing, or like...use lube?"

She snickered and motioned for him to go through her side table.

While he got ready, and took off his shoes and jacket, she tried to get herself comfortable, moving her blankets and pillows away to get enough room for unrestricted movement.

When he was finally ready, she opened her legs and grabbed her thighs. Klitz wouldn't look at her though.

"It's okay, you're allowed to look."

He tore his vision away from the wall and made eye contact with her. She rolled her eyes and grabbed one his hands and put it on her breast. She then took the dildo out of his hands and leaned forward to insert it into her pussy.

She was trying to avoid worsening her cramps, so she was moving robotically, but Klitz couldn't tear his eyes away now that he received permission. She took his other hand and wrapped it around the base of the dildo.

"See I did the hard part Klitzy. Now all you have to do is push it in. And pull it out. Okay?" She said that last part slowly. All he could do to reply was swallow and quickly nod his head.

He started to slowly pump the hot pink toy in and out, loving the way she quietly suppressed her little moans. She took the hand he lazily rested on top of her breast - likely too afraid to move it - and intertwined their fingers.

"Fuck baby just like that," she let slip out.

Her eyes were shut, and Klitz couldn't tear away his gaze. He was enthralled, the way her eyebrows knitted together, the way her lips moved when she was breathlessly encouraging him. He felt guilty about the tightness growing in his pants.

She then took her free hand and began to massage her clit.

After 30 seconds of this action, her back began to arch. She then opened her eyes and made eye contact again.

"Faster Klitzy, I'm about to come. You're doing such a good job baby."

He sped up his actions and watched as her body tensed up, and she took her hands and gripped the sheets. He tried to keep going but her legs snapped shut and she pushed his hands away.

He watched her come down from her high, panting and covered in sweat. He thought she was ethereal, and couldn't help himself when he brushed his hand along her cheek and connected his lips with her's.

Before she could realise what was happening, he pulled away from her and began to gather his things.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I just got caught up in the moment and I di-"

He didn't get to finish before she spun him around and pulled him down to meet her. This kiss was more forceful, yet passionate, since she was now in control.

She pulled away and pushed him aside.

"I need a shower. If you come in with me I can help you with your little problem right there." She said gesturing to his crotch.

He looked up and started stuttering but she had already made her way to the bathroom.

#klitz #klitz smut #klitz x reader #klitzxreader #klitz the girl next door #klitz tgnd #paul dano #paul dano character smut #paul dano character x reader #klitz imagine #paul dano character imagine

[archetypal-archivist]

A plot bunny 4halo bit that is plaguing my brain...

A story in which it's getting towards the end of the egg quests- not quite Mama's Coming Home levels yet, but like, tests to weed out all the parents that lost their egg or those eggs with parents that weren't very good. A threshing, if you will.

Everyone is gathered in one of the Federation's white rooms and there are three pressure plates on the floor- one for the egg, and two for whichever parents are present. Osito Bimbo is standing on one side of a locked gate and the players on the other, and the challenge is to get to the other side and join Osito Bimbo to "pass." Nothing else is explained, but the players figure it out quick enough. Philza and Missa are the first to cross with Chayanne (the cut scene everyone got thrown into upon being teleported in lagged Tallulah so hard she disconnected, so she got a pass as she couldn't rejoin without crashing a few seconds after).

Jaiden and Roier try just for the sake of trying and they get dropped into lava after a minute is up and they get timed out for "not completing the challenge", dying and respawning outside the white room in their beds. And thus the stakes are established.

Foolish and Vegeta also cross with Leonarda and Bad realizes the inherent unfairness of it all- he starts quietly talking to Dapper in the corner about how he's a single parent and this puzzle won't work for them. They try to sneak over to the other side with Etoiles and Baghera plus Pomme, crouching right by the door to try and rush across the threshold, but they can't cross, they get TPed right back out. They have to watch as the four french people + egg make their way through the gate.

Bad starts shouting at Cucurucho about how this puzzle is unfair and set up for Dapper to die, everyone realizes Oh Fuck, He's Right, and a big stink is made. Cucurucho doesn't budge, throwing books at Philza to read that state that the rules are perfect and can't be broken. Bad is thoroughly pissed off and Dapper is getting nervous when people start getting creative.

Maximus is about ready to pipe up but Forever, loud and dramatic guy he is, with a debt to pay to BBH to boot, makes his move first. He walks up to stand on one of the plates, tells Mike and Pac they can have his 20% of Richarlyson's parenthood, then declares to Badboyhalo that since he helped him so much with Richarlyson, he wants to help Badboyhalo too.

"I know that you do not trust easy and you working so hard to help me find Richarlyson when he is in danger, and trusting me with Dapper's life? It means a lot and so, I want to help you. I know it's a lot to ask but please let me save Dapper with you- trust me with his life again and I promise I will never make you regret it." And Forever removes his armor, crouches, and bows his head for a bit before looking up at Badboyhalo.

Bad, on his part, sputters for a bit before asking Forever if he's sure- he's giving up Richarlyson for Dapper, he's pretty sure that if this is to work you have to mean it. And Forever solemnly declares that he does mean it. He owes Bad his egg's life and he trusts Bad more than anyone, plus Bad trusts no one else more than him. If Dapper is to have a chance, he claims, he knows that Bad would be uncomfortable having anyone else as a parent because he doesn't trust them to keep Dapper safe.

Reluctantly, Bad agrees, although you can tell in his voice that Forever's declaration and sacrifice means a lot to him. Dapper, Badboyhalo, and Forever stand on the pressure plates and are let across, after which they promptly find a corner to whisper to each other about what will happen next, but Bad concludes that they'll have to talk later.

Maximus asks Fit to partner up for Ramon, which works, Pac and Mike cross with Richarlyson and Cellbit squishes in to join in the crossover, Slime tries to break out the egg shape but no one wants to be his parent other than Quackity and Mariana isn't online, so he and Q just burn to death.

Later, when things are resolved, Forever follows BBH and Dapper out and says that he'll meet them in the secret room later, he has to get all his stuff from the Favela first. Quackity and the Favela crew overhear and Badboyhalo asks why, Forever says that he'll be moving in with Bad so that he can be closer in case Dapper needs something. He's Dapper's parent now, in whatever capacity Badboyhalo will allow, but he fully intends to do his best. He then begins apologizing to Richarlyson for leaving while Quackity starts shouting about how Forever is a terrible dad- not that anyone other than Foolish and the French pay him any mind.

Bad quietly talks to Dapper and tries to sort out his thoughts on the matter- Dapper's other parent was Skeppy, but... Skeppy was a voice on a phone, not a person who could actually save Dapper should he need saving like he did in the white room. And he trusts Forever. He's just not sure to what extent.

BBH watches as Forever near about sobs over his goodbyes and decides to take a leap of faith. He pulls Forever away and using his warp plates and way points, he takes the man on a whirlwind tour of the server, showing him every farm and safe place and animal collection station he and Dapper have. Forever is in awe as Bad starts pulling out avocado toast and ender pearls and crates in large amounts, even spare armor and backpack upgrades, and he's even more shocked when Bad gifts them to him, stating that if he's to protect Dapper, he needs to be fully prepared.

At the end of the trip, Forever excitedly starts telling Bad and Dapper at the ways he thinks he could help out, such as making them more farms and designing another XP grinder. And Bad, Bad starts to get the feeling that maybe things will work out after all.

#qsmp #mc #quackity smp #my writing #4halo #badboyhalo x forever #fanfiction

[sunwarmed-ash]

Fucking Friday- fic preview 3

Here's a bit of where the next chapter of silence Isn't golden is headed

TW's: mentions of past SA, torture, kidnapping

The man who comes down the stairs is not the man who purchased me. He’s younger, taller, and strikes a familiar chord in my brain though I can’t be sure of any facts any more. Maybe I’ve met him, maybe not. 

“Oh how the mighty fall,” the man chuckles cruelly, eying the surely pathetic shell of my former self cowering on the cell floor. Whether or not I know him, he knows me, and I push myself further back in my cage. He continues his hateful monologue. “Though it does give me peace to see two Malfoys behind bars. Metaphorically in your case.” He takes as many steps forward as required to reach the glass. When his hand touches the wall, it doesn't electrocute him. “Can’t say I don’t love this. Seeing your posh ass so fucking destitute. I don’t even think your father would spit on you if he could see you now.” 

The man cackles then, hard, before spitting a harsh truth I hoped I wouldn't have to face yet. “If he was still alive that is. Can’t say you don't deserve the same punishment. You and your entire wretched bloodline. Everything you’ve done to mine, for generations.”

‘I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING,’ I insist, though no sound leaves my lips. Because I haven't! I may have been pulled into and forced against my own will to commit atrocities in my 6th year but- I’ve never hurt anyone, not like that. Nothing permanent. Nothing that couldn't be reversed. 

At least I don’t think… 

The man's eyes continue to rake over my body. Feeding on my discomfort. 

“No ones looking for you Draco. Now that the Dark Lord is dead, the world is rightfully hostile towards any and all of his followers. Many are even willing to pay a substantial amount to get their hands on former Death Eaters. At least, the ones not already in line for execution in Azkaban. But you just happened to luck out of that charge didn’t you? But I’m sure that had everything to do with Severus, not you. You're not particularly clever.”

He’s right, I’m not. Dumbledore even said so before he died. My fathers been saying it for years. 

“I’m going to torture you Draco. To the brink of death. And then, I’ll heal you. And then, I’ll start again.”

‘WHY!’ I leap to my feet, ‘WHY!? WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU!’ I demand, though none of my words will ever be heard. The man seems to understand anyway because he laughs before stating,

“The Malfoy line will end with you. Don’t you get it? It’s the only way to restore balance in the world.” 

-

12 Grimmauld place

“HARRY! CALM DOWN!”

I hurtle another chair across the room and watch it explode into hundreds of pieces. They don't hurt anyone because i'm not an asshole or an idiot, but what I can’t understand why we don't have a single fucking clue as to where to search for Draco! He is in danger, I can feel it. Ive been able to feel it for months, and now that Dobby has confirmed proof of life, at least two and a half weeks ago, our time is running out. 

Dobby still isn't healed enough to help us track. Hermione has been admitting that and if I was as selfish as a person on the outside as I was feeling on the inside I would have taken him and apperated the hell out of here weeks ago. Nothing is going right. Draco could be dead now for all I know and we are just standing here! Why aren't we out there looking for him?!

“WE AREN’T ANY CLOSER TO FINDING DRACO THAN WE WERE A MONTH AGO!” i scream, hurtling another chair and bursting it midair with a spell. The pieces exploded before gathering back together and getting back in line with the other chairs to be exploded. 

“AND THIS IS HELPING HOW?”

“ITS SURE MAKING ME FEEL BETTER!” Because it is. Im furious, and at least this way noone gets hurt. 

She huffs and leaves the room knowing better than to argue with me like this. Its fine. I need time to think anyway. 

-

Confinement Chamber 

I don't remember falling asleep. Which unlocks very specific fears and traumas in my mind and body the second I wake up strapped to long metal table. 

‘What is this? What are you doing to me!’ I shout, thrash and scream but still nothing comes out. My movement signals him to my consciousness status and now, as I see the sharp objects in his hands, I wish I had stayed silent. ‘Please, please don’t please don’t,’ I beg, louder and louder though it never makes it into the airwaves as the needles get closer. The first one sinks into the meat of my biceps and it stings, but its a butterfly kiss compared to the electrical pulse that follows the pinch, localizes in my arm and then makes my entire body twitch in efforts to get away from the pain. 

Tears push past my defense and drench my face. I can’t keep my eyes open. I beg for him to stop, but he doesn't hear it. Or chooses not to. He just repeats the action in my opposite leg. It hurts so much worse. I pray for unconsciousness to take me. 

“You really can’t talk huh? I thought it was an act, but if you can keep it quiet under this,” to emphasize his point he pushes a third needle back into my thigh muscle and lights the charge. My body jerks but I stay silent, patient. It’ll be over soon. One way or the other. 

“This isn’t going to work,” he suddenly mutters and I know its stupid to assume that means any good news for me. He pulls the needles out and sets it on the table with a frustrated clatter. The next moment he's grabbing another device. Something that doesn't look magical in its origin. He brings the device above my throat, squinting at the screen and analyzing whatever the hell it said on there. 

“Gotta give the guy credit, this is pretty intricate spell work. If you had tried to reverse it yourself, it would have permanently severed your vocal chords. You would have felt it too. He must really hate the sound of your voice.”

I could only be so fucking lucky….

‘HA! If that was the case he wouldn't have undone it when he raped me. Couldn’t get off without my sounds, perverted old fuck.’

It's quiet. For a beat too long and then the man says,

“…..Shit. actually?”

My eyes fly open, and I'm feeling lucid for the first time in years. 

‘How the fuck did you hear that?’

“I can see what you’re saying with this machine.” 

‘What?!’

“Yeah, designed it myself.”

This feels monumental and also harrowing. This man is obviously a more clever wizard than even Severus, and that cannot mean good things for me. 

I don't say anything else, and neither does he. He pushes the machine away with frustration before clapping his hands above my bound throat. It startles me, because I've been struck too many times not to jump at motion near my face. When no other sound follows I open my eyes, only to notice hes casting in a way I'm intimately familiar with. 

‘Wait, what are you doing?’

“Gonna need you to not talk for this,” he warns,

‘What are you casting!’

He drops his hands and huffs angrily before slapping me hard across my face. I bite so hard into my tongue my mouth fills with blood. I swallow it down along with any other words of objection. 

“Shut it, don't make me tell you again or I’ll make it permanent.”

I don't move. I don't even open my eyes. Whatever spell he’s casting around my throat hurts, burns actually, like someone has made me swallow fire, but I’ve spent years numbing myself out to torture. If he wants me to scream, it won't be from this.

#silence isnt golden #draco malfoy #hurt draco malfoy #mute draco malfoy #harry potter #hp fanfic #find me on ao3 #sunwarmed ash #links in bio #i post new stuff every sunday #sinful sunday

[shiningwonderland]

Tokiya Ichinose (Repeat) Memorial

Translator: Koto (twitter: kotowari16)

Proofreader: Mimi (twitter: _mimisaurora)

Editor: Eli

Just Kidding

“…Hm? Morning already?”

I got my sluggish body up out of bed.

I was still a little lethargic, but today I felt much better.

Last night I ran a fever, no doubt caused by me overworking myself lately, though a good night's sleep must have helped me to recover.

Come to think of it….

I had a very strange dream yesterday.

It was a memory from my childhood….

I dreamt of my parents, worried about my fever. They would take turns coming into my room to wipe the sweat off my face and cool my forehead with a damp towel.

They looked at me with concern in their eyes while they tenderly cared for me.

It was a happy dream that I couldn't even want for myself nowadays.

After graduating from elementary school and moving to Tokyo soon after, I’ve grown used to spending time on my own. I’m not going to start longing for someone after all this time just because I… got sick…?

“!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

My eyes widened when I caught Nanami-san’s figure in my peripheral vision.

“…Why is Nanami-san here?”

As soon as I whispered those words, the memories came flooding back.

Yes, she was the one who brought me back here and took care of me through the night….

“Now… To make sense of this situation. No, I should… refresh my memory?”

I racked my brains trying to remember everything that happened up to today.

I was drawn to the song she made and… I was convinced I was the only one who could do justice in singing it.

However, as things are, I’m simply not good enough to sing this song yet. Which is why I have been working so hard on my lessons, not bothering to spend much time sleeping. 

Perhaps it was because I pushed myself a little too hard during the week that I collapsed during our practice session yesterday..

She carried me to my room and laid me down on my bed, all with that small body of hers.

“Oh? Come to think of it, these are my pajamas… huh." 

Why am I wearing pajamas?

Did I change into these myself or did she…?

“….”

There’s no way.

I really can’t seem to remember.

I try to gather what little memory I have left from the moment I first reached this room.

I remember how the fever made me delirious and how I was mumbling on about something.

And-

How I ended up… embracing her….

Just what was I thinking…?!

Her warmth somehow resurfaces in my chest and warms my body again.

“Am I not better yet?”

A heat so intense that I feared my cold had returned seized my heart.

I’ve been on my own for most of the time since I came to Tokyo.

 I would neither be helpless or miss anyone because I was sick….

Though while that's how I felt...

I may have unwittingly wished for someone to be there for me. 

“Hm…mm…”

“Ah, I shouldn’t.”

I was about to leave her as she was.

Nanami's quiet breathing quickly snapped me back into reality.

“I apologize for the trouble, but…”

When I looked at her, she was sleeping soundly, her expression seemingly very happy.

“We're in the boys' dormitory, and I'm the only one here today. With such a vulnerable expression on your face... What if something were to happen?”

I gently brushed aside some strands of her hair while gazing at her sleeping face.

“…It’s… alright… I’m here… with you…. Now, the ice pack….”

What a gentle voice….

Aah, I get it.

That explains the dream I had yesterday….

It was thanks to you that I was able to sleep so peacefully.

“…Taking care of me even in your dreams? Geez, you really are something…”

I would like to watch her a little longer, but it would probably be a bad idea to let her sleep in a place like this. I should probably wake her up soon….

“Nanami-san, you'll catch a cold if you keep sleeping here.”

I woke her with some regret.

Thank you.

Thanks to you, I've recovered.

#tokiya ichinose #utapri #tokiya repeat

[writingsofanobsessedwoman]

Had this idea: What if the reader was an archeologist who finds Arthur's grave? Upon investigation, she falls into the world of Red Dead Redemption. Let's see where this goes.

You'd studied your whole life to get a degree in archeology, figuring it paid well enough. When you set out on your own, you were excited to say the least. After finding a spot that anyone had yet to explore, you took off, eager for the chance to make a discovery. It was a grave, just northeast of what once was an old fort, set up on a hill. So, you made the journey. It was quite the hike to get up that hill, and you were exhausted by the time you made your way to the top. But you were well rewarded with an old, weathered tombstone. You could hardly make out the words, "Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness." The name was well worn, but you believed it read, "Arthur Morgan." You couldn't believe it. Arthur Morgan?! The legendary gunslinger? This had to be your break! You set your things up quickly, thrilled at the chance to prove that all that money spent on college wasn't a waste. Once your shovel began to hit the ground, however, you found yourself growing tired, and fast. Almost like something was draining the strength from your very soul. But, you were determined, so you pushed onwards.

It seemed like hours went by before you heard and felt your shovel hot something solid. There, in the hole you'd dug, lay a few wooden shreds of what you could only assume as a coffin. Black spots began to grow into your field of vision. You felt yourself sway a bit, and took a few steps back, only to lose your balance and fall. Everything went dark.

When you came to, the sun was rising over the hill. It was a beautiful sight, truly. "Wait. The sun? How long was I out?", you thought, as a pounding filled your head. Your eyes widened, and you began fumbling for your phone, only to feel an empty pocket. Panic began to set in, and the only thing your confused brain could think to do was cry, and cry you did. So loudly, apparently, that travelers could hear you. You heard a noise in the distance, and it seemed to be coming towards you. You scrambled to find some sort of weapon, anything you could defend yourself with. But, the noise was strangely familiar. You recognized it. Hoofbeats. You felt relieved. Maybe someone was coming to your rescue. You watched as the horses grew closer, thier riders' faces starting to become clear. One had striking blue eyes, and blonde hair, the other with brown hair and scars on his face. It seemed the two were talking amongst each other. Once they reached you, tears still in your eyes, the pair dismounted. The blonde spoke with a rough, yet silk-like drawl. "Are you okay Miss/Mister?" "No," you answered, voice wavering, "I'm not sure what happened to me." The one with the scars spoke next, asking you a simple question. "Why are you even up here?" His voice sounded like he'd swallowed sandpaper. You took a moment to gather yourself before answering. "Well I came up here to explore a gra-." As you turned, there was only an empty spot where the headstone once sat. Confusion clouded your mind. "How could it have moved? I'm still in the same place I was. This doesn't make sense!" you screamed in your head. "Miss/Mister, you sure you're okay?" The blonde was speaking again. You turned to him, truly beginning to panic. "No. I don't know where I am or who you are. I think I've hit my head or something. Something's got to be wrong." The blonde chuckled, and camly said, "Well, my name's Arthur, and this here is John." Arthur? That was the name on the grave. It was then you began to take in the appearance of the two men. Arthur was built big, pure muscle, with the beginnings of a beard. John looked like a scrawny dog compared to him, all skin and bone. Both armed to the teeth, with a revolver at each side, and rifles strapped to each horse.. A hand being stretched out to you broke your thoughts. You debated taking it, but eventually decided to when Arthur smiled, saying, "We won't hurt ya, girl/boy." He pulled you up to your feet gently, almost like he was afraid to hurt you. "Hey um, Arthur, was it? What's your last name?" "Morgan. Why do you ask?" Your eyes nearly bugged out. Surely you were dead. You had to be. How could Arthur Morgan be standing in front of you when you remember seeing his coffin in the ground? As you began to hyperventilate, the world spun. The last thing you remember is hearing a "Whoah" before passing out.

Well, this is what I've got thus far. Let me know if you want more. I ain't the best writer, so you'll have to excuse grammatical errors. Who knows where this is going. Maybe an Arthur × reader, or maybe our beloved reader will fall for a camp member. Also have a few other ideas bouncing around in my head for some other stuff.

#arthur morgan #red dead redemption #possible series #john marston #arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #chapter 1

[unhinged-summer-fun]

tired

just a quick frankie morales x reader drabble.

it's a very iykyk kinda fic. i've been dealing with some shit and needed to get it out. i feel lighter but not yet like i'm drowning. no taglist for this. tw includes implied MST and retraumatization, as well as bureaucratic bullshit.

whatever.

Ok.

Submit.

"It's done," you whispered, watching the screen kick over from Submitting documents, please do not close your browser to Documents successfully submitted. "I guess." You sounded hollow. You felt hollow.

"What's wrong?"

Frankie brushed the tears from your eyes, ones you had no idea you were shedding. He held your face, and you held his wrists.

"Why do I feel like this is never going to be over? No matter how many steps I take, doors I open, boxes I check? I had to describe what happened five different times in five different forms, and..." you looked down, voice leaving you. "It was never enough. I felt like a rat ready to be studied. What if it gets rejected?"

"Then we'll appeal it."

"The appeal process takes a whole year on average, I can't... I don't know if I..." you swallowed more tears, feeling shame and self-hatred bubble up in your chest and threaten to spill over, making a burning mess of the hands he held you so gently with.

"Shh, shh, that's okay. I hear some guys find lawyers that help them get the help they need."

"They never even investigated my report, never sent me to counseling or for care or--"

"Honey, you don't need to--"

"They let me work forty feet from him for months," you sobbed. "I thought I was dying every time I saw him walk by. Thought a hundred people would stand up from their desks to watch me collapse."

"But you're out now, remember you're out now, you've moved three times since then. He can't find you."

"But what if I see him again? I don't even know if he's moved..." you choked out, tears coming anew. You were overwhelmed with the what-if possibilities that played out in your nightmares. Seeing him, reliving that night, reliving the trauma, paying the price for letting him in when you should have kept that door closed.

"C'mere, baby." Frankie gathered you in his arms, pulling you into his lap and curling you up nice and tight where you felt secure and small and protected again. "Soon the VA will call and get you set up with that referral, and--"

"The last referral told me I was self-obsessed and that I was only sad and scared because I let myself be."

"And she's been reported to the ethics board, remember? You did that all on your own, you stood up for yourself, and I couldn't be more proud."

"What if the next one is like that too? What if I'm just the problem, and I'm too weak, I was always too weak to--"

"That's just not true." The hitch in his voice quieted your next protest. He almost never let the emotions he was feeling bleed over into his words. You looked up at him, finding a serious expression, but his eyes gave him away. He was saddened by your tears, saddened that you still felt rocked by the ripples of pain that came from a splash that had long since reached the sea floor.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, biting down another sob that rose in your chest.

"You don't have anything to be sorry about. I... I understand your pain, I understand you. I know the weight you carry, and how hard it is to define it in words, I know the insult that comes when you have to boil down your life into four letters that can't possibly hold the breadth of terror you had to live with, live in, for so long." He strokes your hair, looking between your eyes, pleading for you to understand him enough to reach for his support.

The fog your brain had been walking through the last few hours (veteran burden: 1.5 hours, my ass) was beginning to clear the longer you talked to him, opened up about how you were feeling. The weight felt less and less as time went on, and by the time he'd had to turn on the lights from the sun setting, you felt like you could breathe without the usual terrible stones on your lungs.

He made you tacos. He gave you two beers, not one. He made sure you were okay before you took a shower, and he gathered you in his arms that night, kissing your forehead and reminding you of how much he loved you, and you didn't even have to tell yourself it was enough. You knew it simply was.

#frankie morales x reader #f!reader #unhingery #whatever man i'm tired

[celestialmango]

1) Having three readers at different ages sounds interesting, depending on what sun, moon and possibly eclipse and glitch are for this au, if they're are creatures brought into this realm from another and are trying to survive as well (essentially other players) or if they're creatures of that realm (or at the very least, ones that have had to adapt) and are a danger for a while. Especially if they only spot reader at first alone if they left their little ones in a safe area and have gone

2) hunting/scavenging for food and things needed to survive, especially if moon is a hazard that chases and tracks. Though I'd imagine once they discover/see the little ones (after bonding with reader a bit or not), it would make them more protective? Could definitely have them nomming family for protection, especially against the dark, though would that mean they'd be massive like the Cyclops deer, so tree height, or just taller then humans and it takes maybe two to nom them all. My brain

3) is just thinking of ideas if how it would work as an au with a trio of readers, especially having young ones. It'd make things harder as the game is hard enough with just Wilson, yet alone kids. Not sure how they'd find the kids or react, whether reader had them with them or they decided to investigate their dwellings while they were away. Again, not sure what their height is or if they're monsters there. I don't know, those are just some of my rambling thoughts, what are your ideas? ~Shy

🥭:boys are about twice the size of the Cyclops deer. t th Reader's kid was theirs before the game ever happened, reader was just trying to get by and provide for their kid either after divorce or their significant other leaving them and the child right after the kid was born. Their child is their blood related child. They needed help, they couldn't pay their bills, they were under the threat of losing their home and having they only family they had left and loved so dearly be taken away.

For just adult reader they were in a bad spot, homeless and down on their luck so they took whatever they were offered to survive.

Child reader, child reader was hiding in a closet and wishing they were anywhere but with the terrible guardians they had.

That's how they all end up there. Now I already said how the boys would meet reader and their child, for child reader they meet the boys while running from their lives during the night, specifically they meet Moon who was out gathering things saw them, mental went, that is a child. Grabbed them and nommed them, killed the monsters, grabbed some extra food then headed back to camp and told Sun to make another tent, "why?" Moon spits up reader who's shaking from the entire experience "IS THAT A CHILD?" "No it's a rabbit, of course they're a child Sun, go make the tent and I'll get them fed."

With just adult reader depending on the time of day Moon is going to track them down, finally finding them in winter, when he finds them the keep trying to get off the ice but keep falling on their ass and he just sits there watching like 'what.', human has not noticed him. Then he sees them try to slide across the ice on their stomach but they don't move an inch and this is just the funniest shit he's ever seen, talks to Sun in their head like

🌕: are you seeing this shit?

☀️: Oh dear lord.

🌕: They're so pathetic and dumb it's hilarious.

☀️: how did they even survive this long?

🌕: Luck most likely.

☀️:so are you just going to watch them?

Reader finally give up trying to slide off the ice on their stomach and tries to crawl, their hand slip and their fall a face first onto the ice, the impact pulling an "OW, FUCK ME WITH AN ICICLE!" Then Moon bursts into cackles, Reader finally notices his huge glowing red eyes in the darkness as he continues to laugh, reader just sitting there staring at him.

☀️: did they really just say that?

🌕: I love them. Mine now.

☀️: What?

🌕: Mine now. I'm keeping them. You better not kill them or I swear I'll jump straight into the sea and make us rust.

☀️:ok ok, I get it. How you gonna grab them though.

🌕: Eat them whole, they'll be fine and still in my stomach when we switch an hour from now.

Reader finally asks "You saw all of that didn't you?" Moon crawls closer into the light and they see his eyes narrow and his smile getting wider. "Of course you did, guess this is how I die, after getting stuck on a sheet of ice and embarrassing myself in front of a giant Moon man. Reader sees him smile even wider, he's inches from the when he opens his mouth then just stops.

☀️:what are you doing.

🌕:I wanna see if they climb in themselves.

Reader blinks goes "eh, could be worse" then climbs in, Moon swallows them whole with a satisfied purr.

☀️:huh. They actually did.

🌕: ooh, they taste really good...oooh I don't know what they're doing in there but that feels good.

Reader: *stimming using the inside of Moon's stomach*

🌕:❤️~ best decision ever.

Now Sun in the Summer, finds them playing a small meadow 'daaawwwww cute.' reader makes a flower crown and puts it on. Had eaten a mushroom but it was not a good one so they're tripping, notices him and the fact he's not attacking at all, thinks he's a hallucination, makes him a flower crown big enough to fit in his finger. Offers it too him, puts it on his ring finger. "We're married now."

☀️: Pfft can I keep them Moony, can I? Can I?

🌕:Well you did just marry them.

☀️: Wait, what does that mean?

🌕: Means you belong to them forever just as they belong to you. But like, in a romantic way.

☀️: I, they just gave themselves to me?

🌕:Yes and you just gave yourself to them too. Romantically.

☀️:O//////O

🌕: Now you get it. Since we share the same body I'm married to them now too. I don't think I mind that all too much. They are pretty adorable.

Reader has no idea that was real and is going to be very flustered once they find out that is was and they just married a big monster that's two people in one body. They'll definitely start to love the pair though, they're very good husbands, reader is definitely safe with them. Just not....safe from being nommed but learn it's safe pretty quickly.

Yeah, adult reader accidentally married them and they took it seriously.

I'll talk about glitch and eclipse in a later post for this au.

#mango answers #☀️🍗🍖🌙 #☀️🌕

[rabbitindisguise]

I was afraid of getting worse on recovery and (don't quote me on this) my experience has so far made me feel that is less true?

Growing up I either had to be amazing or terrible, and while being terrible was too much to ever even consider I started to genuinely believe I could/should/would be amazing just to escape the prospect of being terrible. This probably wouldn't be a problem for most people but combined with the regular mania/hypomania where it felt like I was achieving that. With nothing and no one to point out I was a regular human being, I was constantly frustrated with my mistakes instead of working on just like . . . what I could reasonably do. I had lost all sense of reasonable. And the mania was willing to latch on to that and contort itself in whichever way would be necessary to make me feel like hot shit.

And like OOF right? I'm not generally a follower of the medical model, but PTSD is one exception and it's affect on mania has made me feel well and truly ill. I don't want it and I can't stand it. My actions are my own, bipolar doesn't force you to do bad things, and yet it still makes things so . . . difficult!!! It's really hard to know what to do!! I get irritated with everything, I don't know what's really true about me or what I just breezily say as if it's true, I'm scared of myself doing something reckless.

Anyways more to the point while bipolar itself was always there (er, relatively, I had my first episode in highschool, from what I can gather from my blogging on Tumblr) the PMDD overtop complicated the problem so I was going to have to figure out one or the other first. It also means I was never a person with depression, which I'm grateful to know. Depressive episodes are, well, depression but it's not the same. Since I generally have about four different episodes a year (apparently?? I don't know it's just a guess at this point from looking at my blog and stuff) I'm never staying depressed long enough to be clinically depressed. This is important to me because when I was depressed-depressed (after my grandfather died) I couldn't write, I felt terrible, I was actively suicidal at the time. These days from all my practice with PMDD it rarely gets more than I can handle (I can still write, I'm less functional but I'm not totally immobilized, I know what to do in an emergency). And the most petrifying thing about SSRIs was how they made me feel (mania) which is much worse when you don't know that you're wrong and that your feelings aren't an accurate depiction of reality. With PMDD, the reactions are over exaggerated but at least have a BASIS. And since I didn't know why I was depressed I also (wrongfully) assumed that depression had to have a basis. I couldn't understand what was happening. I refused to humble myself to understand what was happening. I was convinced I new everything about my brain and my therapists kept indulging that fantasy, kept telling me how self aware and reasonable I seemed.

So yeah while this seems like so much more, potential lifetime medication, so much therapy in my future . . . I'm glad I figured it out now before I tried to do something even more reckless than I already have. Thankfully I'm such a cautious person that none of it involved like, a lot of alcohol or whatever, just a reasonable amount, but considering how firm I was to never even try it and alarm bells didn't go WEE WOO in my brain about it there's some solid evidence I'm literally off the rocker at this point. The rocker and me have never been so far apart. But perhaps I've just been bad at estimating distances as I've painstakingly crawled back to it ever since I had my first period.

(I'm also, importantly, debating if I should identify as bisexual just to make a bi, bi, bi nsync joke or if that's too crass)

(and side note: isn't mania supposed to be good and fun and sexy? It sucks!! Hyperfocus is a million times better. Doing stuff while manic is like I'm wearing those cursed dancing shoes that force you to dance until you die from exhaustion- without the dancing even being average for my skill level. My eyes keep opening too wide and I feel like I'm full of electricity and I'm not tired or hungry. I'm so anxious!! I'd rather be depressed at this point and never write another word than stay like this one more minute. Argh. I've done so many chores and I hated every minute of it. I feel like I'm holding my own leash back at all times just to remember to eat and sleep and drink water and pee and and and. If this is mania then the movies are sincerely missing something important because I'm not happy at all.)

(also last note: wait does that mean understanding that I'm crazy make me not crazy?? Isn't that the whole thing? "If you understand that you're not supposed to feel this way, that's the difference between anxiety and something more complicated?" Idk being mentally ill is hard because of the colloquialisms everywhere.)

(another problem is that I just. Can't. Stop. Talking. There will never be a good place to end this where I don't want to say more things.)

#personal #mental illness #menstruation #PTSD #pmdd #annnd bipolar #maybe #probably #i don't even know #am i even autistic???? #i know i have adhd #thank fuck for small mercies #my entire perception of myself could radically change but at the end of the day i will always be a little adhd gremlin