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xxsycamore · 1 year

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Hi! Hope you've been well <3 I want to tell you that I completely adore your writing, it's very detailed and I love it. I hope it's ok to request something for the Late Spring Tryst #6 Gilbert from Ikemen Prince. I can only imagine one of his pictures/events where both MC and Gilbert get caught under the rain. Thank youuu <3

Wait, wait, I didn't say that I'll be taking requests! 😳 But maybe I can try coming up with something for you...👀✨ Thank you so much for your kind words! I hope you can continue to enjoy my works, have a great day! ❤❤❤

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍

↬ 🖤 Gilbert takes care of his naughty little rabbit, who doesn't mind getting drenched in the rain to have him...

Gilbert von Obsidian x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Sex in the Rain; Rough Sex; Outdoor Sex; Vaginal Penetration; Vaginal Fingering; Creampie; Biting; Messy Sex; Dirty talk; Verbal Humiliation (mild); Aftercare • wordcount: 1, 713 • masterlist

Running barefoot on the tiled-floor corridors, barely missing your step down the staircase; the following loud creaking of a heavy wooden door being pushed open. It all swirls together in a colorful haze - the world before your eyes, the sounds and then the emotions; and then the sensation joins too, of being hit with a portion of sobering cool air as the outside is unforgiving. Even when you stop on your tracks and fixate the figure on the path ahead, your heart remains of someone running, beating so madly inside your chest.

Your soul is loud in parade, yet the skies are mourning silently. Why must they weep and rain down on the earth that Gilbert is walking? It's his return, yet the clouds disobediently refuse to part and make way even for someone as mighty and daunting as him. Very well then; you shall differ and be met with praise.

"And here I thought I'd surprise you by avoiding the main gates. Could it be that my little rabbit can sense me approaching? Have you missed me that much?"

Surprise you? If he really meant to sneak up on you, he would've done so without a problem; a longing gaze cast randomly past the windowpane was enough to spot him cross under the rose arch marking the entrance to the garden that is facing the back of the castle. It's some kind of test, perhaps, yet you willfully focus on the part resonating with your own version of this rushed meeting holding a deeper meaning, the signal coming from within, like you knew he was coming back early. Something akin to the concept of soulmates. Sweet thoughts rushing in, you quickly make your way across the cobblestone path marking the final meters separating you from him, with open arms. It's a little rough on your bare feet, yet the cold doesn't get to you.

Gilbert's embrace is a source of scorching warmth, but it strangely can't be found anywhere on his skin or under his heavy and warm attire. Like a spark that is needed to light a fuse, when you hug him, the fire envelops you.

Gilbert coos and returns the embrace, his arms resting on your shoulder and your head and act like a temporary shelter from the rain.

"Too taken aback to use words? I understand, for I, too, was overly eager to meet you again. I fantasized about you on the way back a lot, you know."

A lone butterfly flutters in the pit of your belly, not having sought refuge from the rain... The screaming reminder of something takes shape and washes off the innocent happiness of witnessing Gilbert's early return in one strong wave. Would he bring it up?

Looking up at him, you notice what the rain has done to him - dark hair sticking wetly to his cheek, begging you to reach and gently move it out of the way for him; one water drop running down the soaked eyepatch, right at the side of his tall nose, soon to meet the corner of his lips. Your throat is so dry, you realize, gulping down.

"You're out in the rain in that flimsy gown... how reckless, little rabbit..."

His glove-covered hands don't carry the warmth of human flesh, but the goosebumps are inevitably cast upon each and every millimeter of your skin that they graze. Your clothing doesn't do much in your favor, and that's where you want to correct him - it's not recklessness, it's impatience. But he'll interpret that wrong, too.

A harsh groping of your rear.

"What are you- doing-"

"I told you in my letter, didn't I? I'll devour you as soon as you enter my sight."

Fingers sinking into the flesh, the only thing keeping the gossamer from tearing apart under Gilbert's fingernails being the barrier made of black leather - much like the retractable claws of a big cat that simply means to play around and not cause harm. Not that Gilbert cares about your girly little gown, but marring the skin underneath should be a privilege saved for his teeth alone.

"Mm... rain mixes with your scent better than I imaged. Oh yes, I'll definitely will be taking you right here and now."

The reality of his words brings forth another wave - now without a doubt, arousal - over your abdomen and perhaps it's a little embarrassing to whine so early on, but it's too much. He wrecks you with words alone.

He turns you in his embrace, your backside sticking to his front, and the way he grips your jaw still can't distract you enough from the feeling of something hard pressing against your backside.

Hand moving your chin ever so gently, he urges on.

"Tell me, little rabbit, where should I bend you over? How about that tree over there? Or maybe you prefer the rose arch? Tsk, tsk, if only you would've waited a little longer, you could've been rolling in the silk of our bed instead, but alas... you're a naughty girl that would go to borderline animalistic lengths to have me inside her as soon as possible."

It should be more humiliating and definitely less arousing, the way he accuses of those things, yet you give him a further confirmation by grinding back against his tall frame. The little hairs at the back of your neck straighten up with the portion of warm air that leaves his lips, along with the amused chuckle he produces.

It's a mystery how he walks you to where he wants you - feeling a lot like a marionette guided by his hand - and you envy him for remaining so collected. Yet it's in the little things that you find an impatience of his own. The unfastening of his belt, the fingers finding your entrance to prepare for likely rough penetration... it's a little rushed, somehow. It tells you enough about how he feels.

"Aha, so you're already soaked... you can't blame the rain on this one, I'm afraid."

The thin material sticking to your legs has done nothing to make you feel clothed, yet when Gilbert hikes it up, you can't help but squirm. You're outside and practically naked; the spot is hidden from sight with tall branches hanging over the rose arch, yet the thrill is still tremendously present. The blunt head of Gilbert's cock presses against your freshly-fingered entrance, and in a flash all thoughts and feelings unrelated to seeking pleasure dissipate in the spring rain.

"You're sucking me right in... Aww, maybe I should tease you more and pull out before I bottom out all the way in? What sounds would you make then?"

You whimper and throw your head left and right to beg him to reconsider, hoping that it wouldn't make him more amused instead - if he's met with such apparent and vocal protest at the bare suggestion of it, the real thing must be a spectacle to see...but Gilbert can be generous too. If it's hidden behind his own pending need to feel your insides wrapped nice and tight around the entire length of his cock, that's it.

Your loud groan is not drowned in the rain and your hands are too busy keeping you upright to help muffle it, and it's good that they are, because Gilbert sets a steady rhythm right away, threatening to break your fragile balance. His thrusts are deep and hard; if there was a part of you not crazed with the strong feeling of him, now surely there's none. You feel him in your bones.

The target of his love bites this time is your left ear, and it means that you get to hear even the littlest noise of purring approval rising in his throat - the slight pain is coated in strange pleasure, as you've grown addicted to it, your tastes and preferences, your morality, your whole mentality, it's all bent and molten and reshaped into something dreadful and carrying his name.

"Are you going to be good and take my load inside you?"

He doesn't have to ask; it's absurd to think of turning around and wrapping your lips around him when you'll do a poor job of serving him with your mind emptied of coherent thoughts and muscle memory is nowhere near good enough for him. Your pussy clamps down on him, hands gripping the chiseled white stone harder until your knuckles start to resemble it in color. The rain makes the smooth surface of it more slippery, as if to rob you of the little stability you have.

"Just as I thought."

Gilbert is relentless and he presses up so deep inside it almost hurts; all in pursuit of his own pleasure. He hisses and finds it right there in your core, releasing his load inside you. It's scorching and it hits you deep inside, and though you want to fuck yourself back onto his cock, you stay and accept it obediently. Perhaps enjoying it like that is better than the pathetic instinct of your body, and Gilbert is doing you a favor you have to be thankful for. Either way, your pleasure peaks and you moan out his name amidst a strong climax.

The bite on your ear is kissed better, and the cock inside you withdrawn not long after. You didn't realize the stability you were so scared of losing was called Gilbert all along. The rose arch does nothing to hold you upright, and you feel your knees hitting the ground.

"Oh no, little bunny, you'll get all dirty in the mud... did I fuck you too hard and now you can't stand up on your own?"

The air is not enough for breathing, replying to him is out of the question. An unmistakable sensation is registered inbetween your legs, and you realize that Gilbert is watching you leak his cum, legs parted helplessly as you kneel on the wet, hard ground.

"You poor thing... You played in the rain and got all drenched up, didn't you? I guess that's your naughty way of making me pity you, so I can take care of you. But don't worry. I, too, look forward to spending some more special time with you while I warm and clean you up in the bath."

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tocomplainfriend · 5 days

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REDESIGN AND TIME PERIODS!

SirPentious died in - 1800 / Alastor - 1933 / Nifty - 1950s / Angel Dust - 1947

So I realized unless you told people who didn't know trough streams or wikis-they wouldn't know what time period the character is from! So here have some small stuff for redesigning here! Do research, you have no idea how fun it is to design with all the big references pulled up!!

The most obvious ones are Sir Pentious and Al.

Pen talks in an old way, not actually accurate, but you would get the point. +The Napoleon outfit by the end. +Steampunk is based on 1800-1900! Besides that, him calling the female character Miss/Missy or similar also part of it. Him imidiadlty saluting blabla

His suit doesn't match old suits and seems to be stylized the usual way all the others characters with Suits. (I know Pen wants to be hip with the kids but trowing away the idea of old clothes would be crazy to do) The entirety of the 1800s has different styles each decade too, we are focused on British late 1800s. There are fun variations of clothes too! (btw, in terms of redesign, search up for accuracy videos of people enjoy that style of clothing! Or steampunk!)

he colors can change and figures can always be exaggerated. Take this site I found while making this:

But he is Steampunk! Which is even more similar to the time period, and Pen pretty much gets a washed up version of Steampunk aesthetics. Many more fun outfits are there (for inventors too!)

Alastor is easy to tell more,' 'when' he is from. His specific way of speaking is also easy recognizable. +Radio theme.

The 30's were difficult in the USA, specially for the not 1%... to casual outfits and practical compared to years before, still stylish. + there is the place where you give attention to his Radio star and being mix person in those times affects his clothing!

Watch this video!

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Angel: He does not communicate nor 40's or Mafia (why put on those themes and not used them, I understand the idea of Angel being more modern or kicked out of his mafia family but common!) + remember the possibility of drag!

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Nifty: She died in 50s (her old puddle skirt was PERFECT!) There are so many iconic Hairstyles from this decade too... She would still be a maid, but she still has a style. (I don't think you can tell when she is from, even in her acting, tho).

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Some redesigns:

#vivziepop critical #vivziepop critique #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel criticism #vivziepop criticism #hazbin hotel redesign #Youtube

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hannahtempler · 1 year

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Hi! I am a big fan of your webcomic (and also I just realized you did some of the artwork of Thirsty Sword Lesbians and congratulations on that, it rules). Anyway, I found the Book 1 of Cosmoknights at a comic book store yesterday and I have been pouring over every little detail since. And there is one thing that's making my brain buzz. So I hope you don't mind me asking...

The thing is, I am reading the French translation, and that means stuff is a LOT more gendered. Particularly, in Cass' flashback during her time as a princess, when she goes to meet with Bee, people use male epithets to refer to her, including Bee. Also, Jaws uses female wordings to talk to both of them at the bar, but during the tournament the only time the turn of sentence genders her he says "tu es cinglé", which is the masculine form. I have checked, and all the male epithets correspond to places where the original story says either "fella", "dude" or "big guy", which could mean that the translator has just decided to keep the masc vibe of those terms and ignore that fact that (as far as I'm aware) the terms they're using in French are not as gender-neutral as they are in English. And I guess Jaws saying "cinglé" instead of "cinglée" could be a typo. But all put together, with the fact that the commentators use he/him for Bull even in the English version, makes me wonder...

So I guess my question is, on one hand, did you get any say on the translation? Is this the translator's interpretation, or yours?

And if it is yours, can you tell us a little more of what's going on with Cass' pronouns here? Is she (I'm using "she" because Bee does) genderfluid to some degree? Is she just someone who likes male epithets because of their associations? Does she have a male alter ego as a cosmoknight to keep pursuers at bay? If yes, does that mean all the cosmoknights know and are willing to protect the secret that she's a woman to the public, and that's why Jaws genders her like that at the joust?

(Also, is the second book going to come out in French? I'd love to have the series all in the same language, and not paying the price of the book in shipping fees would be great)

I hope I've not overwhelmed you, i'm sorry for the wall of text, and I hope you have a great day!

Hi! Thanks so much for your kind words and thoughtful questions! I'll do my best to answer here:

I didn't get a direct say on the translation– although I do speak French, I don't practice a lot, so I would probably miss a lot of the subtleties you're describing. It's possible that there is variation after translation, but from what it sounds like, the French version does come close to the intention of the English version.

Cass uses any/all pronouns and is gender-fluid– most of the time she uses she/her pronouns, but does not object to more masculine descriptors (for example, Bee affectionately greets her with "Hey, big guy" during the flashback). It's less that she has a male alter ego, and more that she is unconcerned with how people interpret her gender (Cass's gender expression matches my own, so I'm also partially speaking from personal experience here).

It's worth noting that during the games the commentators assume she is a man because of her size and approach to fighting while still referring to Bee as a woman, and often in public Cass is addressed with male pronouns (or "hey fella" etc.)– and while that may help keep her identity hidden, it's not necessary for a secret disguise (some women do compete in the games, after all). Cass loves to play in the gender playground and gets a kick out of people's perceptions– for those who don't know her (e.g. fans of the game) it's an indictment of their assumptions about gender, and for those who do (for example, Jaws), it can be a sign of mutual respect and acknowledgement of her fluidity.

It makes a lot of sense that she would enjoy flexibility when we consider the highly gendered expectations placed on her growing up*– now that she's away from home and dressing how she wants (often wearing a binder), she's free to thrive in and out of people's expectations.

I hope that makes sense! There's a little more about this in the second book (specifically about the way knights interact with each other outside of the ring) that I think helps illuminate some of this too.

Also: yes, the second book will be out in French either later this year or early next year! No exact dates yet, but the publisher (Bliss) will announce at some point soon.

*here's some fun bonus Cass trivia: she's the youngest of five, and all the boys in her family have names that mean "ruler" or "king"– Kingsley, Derek, Rory, and Elric. Expecting another boy, her parents picked out the name Caesar, but she juked 'em :^)

#cosmoknights #cassar gail

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llycaons · 11 months

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ep14 (pt1): oh boy romantic montage time

wwx as a teenager is genuinely more compassionate than he's portrayed as

aw shit mention of the oath

I've often been confused by this sequence. if they showed wwx actually entering the shell instead of suddenly cutting to him inside this big red cavern, I think it would have made more sense

also I've often complained that animals don't have large rooms in their bodies like that but I just realized....oh yeah it's an ancient twisted monster. animal biology need not apply so 🤡

honestly I found this fight scene very drawn-out and uninteresting. the special effects for the fight were somewhat awkward and I was kind of bored. this was good though

wyb does 'devastated' very well

I'm kind of missing the donhua ngl. I like cql the best but the donghua was just so focused and clever and creative with the story

wwx is all kinds of fucked up after this fight....not just from his concerning readiness to die but probably also from connecting with this cursed fucking sword. he seems really out of it, and seems to be in a drowsy sort of honesty when he's like 'oh lan zhan...I didn't think I'd be able to meet you again' which is a very...nitimate thing to say? bc later when lwj gives him spiritual energy and he's a little more himself

he sees lwj all lit up and helping him and he starts complaining about how 'boring' it is. face your feelings, wwx! stop avoiding them! you think lwj is beautiful and unique and special and you like him a lot!

it's also. I feel like wwx doesn't feel like he even has the right to have an attachment outside of the jiangs? in some scenes he's really enthusiastic about himself and lwj being partners but in others he hastily denies it in order to smooth things over with jc, so jc doesn't feel abandoned. oof. we'll get to that

okay the top one is the viki and the bottom one is the youtube version which I remember! why are the translations the opposite of each other! also the youtube version is literally higher quality im so mad

god damn I love the lyrics to wuji. they almost don't matter, since they never come up after this and they're not relevant to the song's significance within the narrative, but they're perfect. it's about the struggles of a lifetime, about grief and joy, the ups and downs of being in the world, of reputation lost and gained. vague and poetic, and achingly relevant. that last line about sharing a tune together at the horizon....that's the finale, isn't it? just beautifully put together and a powerful reflection of the story itself, wwx's rise and fall and the pains and joys he's going to face. cannot believe a 16 yr old wrote that. tho if it was anyone, it would be lwj wouldn't it

lwj is ALWAYS the one leaving without saying goodbye! no wonder wwx lost faith! in this context the gusu situation is a little urgent but like. he couldn't have left a note?

I've read a few fics where they sleep together in the cave and 1. nasty and 2. that would make him just leaving after so much worse 😭 I do not endorse the first time cave sex headcanon. I still don't think it would realistically happen until ep 43. too early here, and after sunshot wwx is terrified of anyone touching him because they'll be able to tell he's lost his core. so as fun as angsty sunshot hookups are, I simply cannot see it. tho that would technically also be a factor in ep43, I don't think wwx cares as much by then if lwj knows

aw shit good job jzx

jc is yelling at wwx AGAIN and complaining about not being recognized for his efforts. my dude he just woke up from a week-long fevered sleep chill out. also can jzx stop crowding him? it's like these idiots have no idea how to treat sick people ALSO. why did jc have to run for help? they had a ton of people there. couldn't they have removed the boulders themselves? huh, maybe the wens were hanging around and all they could do was flee

wwx and ljw have such main character energy that wen chao KNEW they stayed behind to kill the false xuanwu...okay

the shidis are learning archery and jyl is just...standing there. okay! couldn't have had her like, reading or doing crafts. nope. just standing there. probably looking out for her returning brothers but like. come on

I really love that jfm personally goes to teach the little disciples. he's gentle and encouraging, and provides a reassuring and secure presence, and I'm sure his students love him. despite his flaws I'm very fond of him esp here

oh wwx, fainting again. first of many

this detail is legit so freaking cute. and wwx's warm smile upon seeing it and knowing he's home 🥰 this supports my 'wwx is a hopeless romantic' agenda. I did laugh when the donghua gave one of them huge boobs but the wx subtext in that show was so potent I can't really accuse them of straightwashing. more evidence for him being bi is all

good for you, jc

see, here he's trying to make jc feel better by calling lwj boring and jc just - lashes out. wwx tries this entire scene to deflect praise onto jc and diminish his accomplishments and to support jc and jc just treats him like shit. no wonder their relationship is so terrible later if jc treats him like this just bc he's mad. can't he see that wwx has no more control over this situation than jc does? he's just the acceptable target in jc's eyes bc jc can't be mad at his parents!

like wen chao was trying to murder mm and string up her body to attract the monster which they were going to be expected to fight without weapons. what the fuck was he supposed to do? and he's not even the one who started the fight! AND if he hadn't stayed behind, how could everyone else has escaped? I didn't see jc offering any other solutions! jesus

it sucks that jfm is implying that jc doesn't have the right temperament to lead the clan, but he's literally the only person in authority to push back against jc's treatment of wwx this arc. and he's literally right that you shouldn't speak from anger. it's not what a leader should do, it's not fair or just, it doesn't allow you to speak wisely or carefully, and it's not something that will lead anywhere good. but after this arc all jc does is lead from anger and bitterness!

it's also so twisted that wwx feels responsible for this and tries to defend jc as 'he's just mad and venting' which he says is fine here but later in the story he bitterly complains about. like I know he loves and misses LP as an adult but this entire situation was absolutely noxious for everyone involved. ppl talk about jyl being parentified but wwx felt obligated to do the same for jc as well and put aside all his own needs and emotions for jc's as soon as this shit starts up. he acts like the undeserving servant as soon as he feels like he needs to I feel dizzy

#this episode was so delicious #cql re-rewatch

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owlpartytime · 1 year

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Days of Thranto Past Appreciation Post Day 4

Rather than writing new this Thrantovember, I am featuring the works of others that I love. Most of these are probably well known already, but it's always someone's first time seeing a fic! Rules were: 1. Story must be completed, and 2. Thranto must be the primary focus of the story. I'm featuring 3 a day (because I couldn't cut the list down) at random - I'd love to hear your thoughts on the selections (and please give the authors some love, too!)

Today's features:

Such A Constellation

"You're not Thrawn," he said slowly.

"I am," said the Chiss calmly, in Basic. "You appear to know me, but I don't know you."

His eyes flicked up and down Eli's body, and his face hardened. "Explain your uniform, and how you came to be on this planet."

"I—" Eli glanced down at his clothes, the solid black of the Chiss Defense Fleet, with their distinctive seven-pointed star on his rank patch. He looked back up at Thrawn, who was watching him with cold eyes.

He looked...older. Chiss didn't show signs of age quite like humans, but there were lines around his eyes that hadn't been there when Eli had seen him just weeks ago, and if Eli squinted, he could make out threads of grey in Thrawn's hair in the dim light. Eli's mind whirred. Thrown into the future, maybe...but Thrawn didn't recognize him, and frankly, Eli didn't see much of the Thrawn he knew in this version, either.

This fic was set free by its writer, and I can only thank them that when they left, they left it behind. It's a concept I haven't seen elsewhere, and so full of angst and bittersweet emotion and it perfectly displays the differences between Legends and Canon Thrawn. One of the best Thranto fics out there.

Captivated by xenotwink

Eli reached out then and Thrawn held his breath, not wanting to deter the human from whatever - oh - the hand pressed against his cheekbone was hot and he closed his eyes, breathing out quietly and leaning into the touch which set his nerves alight with the texture and the temperature and -

To be touched by someone. How he had missed this and he hadn’t even realized.

Then, tracing his face. Carefully, as if he were mapping it. Gently. The touch of a lover.

And then, quickly drawing back like he’d been burnt. Thrawn opened his eyes and tried to keep the emotion of desperation and want and sadness from his face and he didn’t think he was successful.

One part of a longer narrative, this is a lovely little vignette of feral Thrawn being prepared by Eli to meet the Emperor. Soft, emotional, sweet.

Imps in Love by amberlo133

They unlocked the cell door and Ezra entered first, lightsaber at the ready. Hera came in behind him and swept her eyes over the captives. They were a sorry sight. Thrawn was sprawled on the bare dirt, his back to the wall and in between his legs was the second prisoner, head lolling against Thrawn's chest, unconscious. At least, Hera desperately hoped he was unconscious and they hadn't found Thrawn with his arms around a corpse. Two officers' jackets were layered over them like makeshift blankets and empty water containers were scattered across the floor.

The Ghost crew try to figure out what to do with the captive Thrawn and Eli (and are shocked to realize the nature of their relationship), and captive Eli and Thrawn try to figure out what to do with themselves.

#days of thranto past #Thranto #Thrawn #eli vanto #fic #ao3 fanfic #fic I love

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guardians-of-blood · 4 months

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As promised, some things I found while looking back on my Twitter account.

1. The worst Bloody War names

- Kayda (and his nickname Kay) is meant to be pronounced like KAIda. I dont know why I didn't just go with that because KAYda doesn't look like it should be pronounced that way.

- Veridis should technically be Viridis but Viri is the nickname for Virineya so I guess I changed the first i to an e so he could be Veri instead.

- Tamesis is apparently ALSO the name of a water goddess and not just a gender neutral name meaning dark one (I probably found it by looking up cool names or something). The only watery thing about Tamesis Regalia is that he lives on the Gemsea Isles which is the water + gem/mineral themed country and goes to the water themed school

- My way of naming countries and places within them usually involves google translating words that fit the theming into the language(s) of the cultures they are

inspired by but its also fucking google translate and I'm Fucking Stupid so I misread or some shit half the time (see the next section) and Acallmagi is combined from magic and 'acall', which i thought was french for lull.

It's not. Accalmie is lull. So It's close enough even if its missing an extra c + unfortunately it feels too late to change it because Acallmagi has been said so many times and its always been spelled that way.

Bonus: Names that I fixed.

- For some time I spelled Rayden as Raydon (after I made a typo and like confused myself) but I realized I hated it so I changed it back.

- Vetersvist, which it was originally written down as, somehow got an extra s in there (Vestervist). I probably need to go back and edit things to remove that s. It may be because the two dont look too different but Accalmagi looks weird to me compared to Acallmagi which ive been looking at forever. I guess removing 1 letter doesnt make autism brain that hates change angry but changing a letter and swapping its place does.

BONUS 2: Fun Vian Fact

I wanted to be called Via when i was younger (my full name is Victoria so I just like removed the ctori from it) and I made a genderbent version named vVan who became his own character. (This is who Cicely's brother Nettle is loosely based off of) Vian was made during the rp BW was inspired by and I just wanted a guy named Vian so Vian was his name. He was a lot more mean and aggressive and had more common sense back then but I love my silly dense naive fool now <3

2. The 'TLDR' backstory of Rene Lyon and Lukariah 'Luk' Durand, featuring Aether Lightseeker

Rene and Luk were besties during elementary school. During middle school, Luk had a bunch of anger issues and they got into a fight. They decided that they hated each other, and got it physical until they both had to be tutored by Aether at the same time. Aether made them talk shit out and then they did things as a trio. (Luk mellowed out during it)

In high school, Luk and rene started dating and Rene got obsessed with money and also become the most annoying person ever (to the rest of the magic school gang - which is Mars, Pluto, and Seraphim).

Rene proceeded to also mellow out during the summer before going to Frost's Guidance. He's still chaotic and a little annoying but less so. And also he dies of cringe when he thinks of anything his younger self did ever. This may continue on in his life. Just Like Me.

3. Kenny's scar (Old. Funny?)

Azelf: How did you get that scar on your hand Kenny?

Kenny: I fought a teros with my bare hands!!!

*Reality*

Kenny: Hey Frey! Do you think I can catch this knife if I throw it in the air?

*He could not.*

Present Tori's thoughts: Honestly I'd replace Freyja with her sister in being the one Kenny asks but it also leaves room for interpretation of it being very recent if it's Freyja because well... Severa's dead.

4. The origin of the characters with Pokemon names

This is stupid. I wanted to use a faceclaim with blue hair and I joked about naming him Azelf bc I was max lair hunting for a shiny Azelf in Pokemon Shield at the time. A friend said to do it - but give him the most normal last name ever. So I did and it was so funny to me that when I added him to the story and made Shaymin, Mesprit, Uxie, and their families, I stuck too it. Though, Mesprit's surname was made fancier because he's nobility now. (I should figure things out about nobility because really they're just rich and prominent families at the moment, save for the Spooks.)

5. Various comic / doodle ideas

I can't anatomy or color well but these are funny doodke ideas I've had.

- Pyrrhus works at KFC and vVan comes to annoy him

- Hibiki babysits a tamagotchi except it was designed specifically to torment him

- Various bodyswap shenanigans

- Lian as Big the Cat

- Celeste pushing Basil down the stairs

- Ray having a dream about Tsubasa growing around a foot and becoming taller than him, and waking up thinking 'Thank the Gods we're fully grown! No surprise growth spurts!' and then it either cuts to Tsubasa wishing on a star that he was over 6 foot and the star winks at him or there's a timeskip where all his friends, who were shorter than him, are at least an inch taller than him and Tsubasa has gone from 5'5" to 6'4". (Everyone getting taller than Ray after he prided himself on being the tallest throughout childhood is literally canon. Sorry Ray.)

6. Seidel siblings and avoidance

One thing that all 4 Seidel siblings have in common is that they will bottle things up until they can't anymore and, if able, avoid the root of a problem. But, when it comes to others and their problems, they wont stand by and will face the root for/with them if needed.

Ray's a very good actor - it's hard to tell how he's truly feeling but he is a crybaby and emotional so his tolerance for bottling things up is lower than the others'. Before the breaking point, however, only those really close to him can SOMETIMES see past the act.

Em wears his heart on his sleeve, so despite his insistence that everything is okay, it's not hard to tell when hes bottling something up because he's fidgety and his cheer is oftentimes forced.

Jo is less expressive, but when shes upset she does waver a bit, enough that its noticable to those paying attention. The longer it goes on, the more cracks start to appear. A sign is that she sighs a lot more and spaces out.

Leni, like Jo, isn't the most expressive, but she tends to be a bit more hotheaded when upset - she's a bit argumentative and defensive. At her breaking point she's prone to shouting and screaming in frustration. That said, if its extreme enough, she will sort of just shut down.

7. Should he kiss his boyfriend?

Hibiki: My boyfriend has poison breath, should I kiss him?

Miaki, his sister: It depends on how much control he has over his ability.

Mira, avid hater of the boyfriend: No. It might kill you, and to be honest, I really don't know what you see in him.

Rayden, his boyfriend: YES?!?!

Hibiki obviously goes with yes, kiss the boyfriend.

Rayden has good control over his powers.

Miaki is happy for them.

Mira still doesnt understand what's appealing about Rayden after she argues with him for nth time.

8. Ray facts

- Doesnt like to be touched without warning unless he trusts a person ir they are a small child. Trusted people include his family, KR-RA, some members of KR-RA's families, and close friends.

- Bites when not warned by people he isn't close to about being touched.

- Very affectionate person with those he is close to only.

- Actually a shy and emotional person, usually doesn't act unless someone he cares about is threatened. Very passive.

- When he's at a very low-low, instead of his looser clothes that reveal a shoulder, he covers himself up.

- Very hard to monitor because hes the type to act like everything fine - even his family and KR-RA have trouble seeing past the act until he cant hide it anymore

- Very anxious. not much self confidence

- Very very self concious about his looks and illnesses and being underweight

- Will neglect his own well being during low points

- Introverted

- Cannot stand being completely alone with his loved ones nowhere nearby fir prolonged periods of time

- Likes mmos and farming sims

- Alongside their whirlwind of a medical history, the Seidel family's teeth are very sharp despite being human and not creatura. Sometimes he bites during combat

- Heavy sleeper. Pain to wake up, even from a nightmare. Will bite if someone he isnt close to is waking him - especially up after a nightmare or night terror

- Soft spot for children

- Likes gardening, also likes painting + other arts and crafts

- 5 seperate medical professionals could tell him that it's okay for him to indulge himself and that he doesn't have to be so strict, especially since he's underweight and he would ignore it because he HATES medical talk. Even if they location of the conversation is far away from any medical facility. He's very afraid of death and losing his life due to his condition like Em and Jo.

9. A very sweet Tsubasa and Ray moment from the past

Sometimes Ray gets really anxious and shaky, though it's usually around the days the Em and Jo died or their birthday. It's not too hard to discern from whether or not its his sugar because when it happens he tends to cling onto those he cares about.

The twins were both 19 when they died, and Em died around Ray's birthday.

On Ray"s 19th birthday, Tsubasa comes over to the Seidel's house and had been planning on just giving Ray a gift and leaving. Ray's moms welcome him in but warn him that Ray might not want to see him and that he hasn't left his room ever since he went back upstairs. Tsubasa forces his way in, and there is no sign of Ray, save for the shivering form hiding underneath a blanket. Ray pokes his head out and Tsubasa sits by him and asks what was wrong.

It's obvious Ray has been crying before but when words start gushing out of his mouth, tears come too. He has been fearing getting older since he was little and after what happened to Em and Jo, it made those fears even worse because he's the same age as they were when it all happened and it's bound to happen to him eventually and so on and so forth..He rambles about everything he struggles with, especially with being extremely self conscious of his own body image and mannerisms

Tsubasa listenes. Ray hardly talks about how he really feels. If he does, it's usually because its obvious something is bugging him. But he's a great actor, and great at hiding things. so to hear him pour everything out like this, completely unprompted, with no prodding on Tsubasa's end, he knows that this has been kept inside for a looong time.

But he isn't good with words of comfort. Tsubasa dlesn't sugarcoat things unless absolutely necessary. He gives everyone mean nicknames. People are AFRAID of him! So, he doesn't say anything. But, if there is one thing he knows, it is that actions spoke louder than words. He may not know what to say, but he sure as hell knows what to do. He lies down, he wraps Ray in a hug, and tries to lure him into sleep.

It works, but against all the odds, Tsubasa also lures himself to sleep. Tsubasa Amanogawa, who has so much trouble falling asleep that sleeping medicines are oftentimes ineffective and many nights he just pulls an all nighter, falls asleep in his best friend's bed, cuddling him.

When he wakes up, it's to Kiku shaking him awake while Rin desperately tells her not to do so. She has a whole sob story about how she thought he was dead. Rin just sighs and apologizedls. They're cousins who are as close as siblings and Kiku is prone to overreacting, so he should have expected it, but Tsubasa can't help but feel angry at her for waking him up. The warmth of someone else is comforting and it is the best sleep he has had in years. But it's Kiku, so he holds back.

He doesn't want to leave but Adette wants him to come home for dinner, so he begrudgingly leaves Ray a note apologizing for leaving him so suddenly and promising to make it up to him when KRRRA (though not officially a team yet) gets together to celebrate both his and Renata's birthdays. Before they leave, Leni pulls him aside and thanks him, but she never tells him why before he leaves.

When Ray wakes up, he refuses to wash his sheets until Tsubasa's scent fades away because it helps him calm his anxieties and fall asleep. He keeps the note pressed in a highschool yearbook, and smiles every time he finds it while reminiscing.

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Entry 1.0.0-1 - New Beginnings

Welcome to my blog. I’m not tagging anything but entry #, so sorry if my unrelated mess somehow ends up in your search.

Welcome to my new survival project, an evolving Java world. As you can tell by the title, we're starting in Version 1.0.0, aka The Adventure Update.

This has been inspired by a few projects I've seen, namely Dagnel's Collecting Every Block updating world as well as Mogswamp's 10 Year Old Superflat Survival world.

The general gameplan is to attempt to complete one main goal every update with some lesser goals to keep me invested. All further posts will have all content under the read more to prevent dash clogging (these could get long).

The major goal for 1.0 is to collect all of the achievements.

In order to keep the distance I travel relatively small, I am using seed 1867169 that I found on an ancient planet minecraft post, spawning me immediately into a village. With the exception of mining, I am limiting myself to remaining in render distance of the village, so no exploring too far. As I bring the world up through updates, I don't want to travel terribly far for new generation, especially with the number of updates I want to bring back to this village.

Bitter that I have a blacksmith because I keep expecting to see a chest, whether for the loot or just to steal. Those aren't added for another couple of updates.

I'm also surprised at how low the drop rate of seeds are from wheat, sometimes I can't replant right away. Since this is basically my only crop, I need to be careful. Actually, since this version is so old I have to be careful in a lot of ways I haven't had to in a very long time. Like trampling said crops by just walking on them.

I'm going to construct my house a relatively close distance to everything else, but far away enough that the villagers don't try to chill inside.

I also didn't realize how big of a project a brick roof would be, I miss the stonecutter. This world is really forcing me to slow down and work for little things. Not growing at least, bonemeal works instantly rn B)

Luckily for me there was a taiga forest pretty close so I got a couple of dogs too :) I have no idea when they added dye for collars so I guess I'll be waiting to differentiate them.

Yeah I'm happy to call that done. Many updates from now, the fireplace will have campfires and hay to have high smoke. For now, I'm not even going to try to make it with netherrack or anything - I'd burn my house down, guaranteed.

I've also got all the available passive farm animals in pens now, starting to get all of the sheep colors as well.

I could play a bit further, but I'm going to take a break at this point. There's quite a bit going on in my personal life atm :) The thing I anticipate taking the longest will definitely be getting rails, but I also haven't had much luck with endermen, I aggro them and they give up on attacking me when I stay out of reach :/

Also, since I haven't posted in a hot moment, happy late late late new year lmao

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Hidden Desires : Part 1

GN! MC × All Characters Headcanons

Taglist: @midnightecko @kyosys @sirspin @t-misaki @the-devilskid @bakarinnie @wearealwayswatching @jusylucy @kadythethief @obeythebutler @ikevampharem @iam-miss-y @miss-kiabelle @reveltica

Intro

"To the fucking Brothel?! What makes you MC is here of all places?!" Mammon blushed red even at the thought of it.

"MC was just asking me about them two days ago! Especially the magical ones. I brushed it off as mere curiousity at first but now! Why not just come to me!?" Asmo groaned.

"This isn't like MC, did someone force them to come here?" Beel looked worried. And he was sweating much more than usual.

"Some humans have certain needs, you know. Sexual needs that we're mostly shy about. We can't always help it" Solomon shrugged keeping pace with the rest of them.

"Simeon you can leave if it makes you uncomfortable." Lucifer glanced at the tense looking angel.

Simeon, startled by the sound of his name, shook his head. "I just didn't expect this turn of events. That's all." In reality his imagination was running wild and his pants had gotten awful tight at the crotch.

"The Dreamshift Brothel..." Belphie halted in front of the door with the big neon sign. "Are you sure this is where MC is?" Asmo nodded.

"Shapeshifting incubi...for MC to come to them, is there some particular person MC desired?" Satan felt a dull rush of blood creeping onto his face.

"You think...it could be...it could be one of us?!!" Levi said eyes wide and twitchy. He pinched his nose shut before it bled. What if...just what if it was him...?

"Well enough waiting around, let's get in and find MC." Diavolo said, "Go straight in, I'll handle the front desk. Barbatos help them search."

"Yes Young Master. The shapeshifters who are delicate enough to tend to humans are in the upper floors. Please meet us there." Barbatos said before leaving.

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"Mmnhh..." You clamped your hand over your mouth. You were ashamed of how indecent you sounded.

The incubi was a perfect copy. You blushed deep red while he pressed kisses down your neck and chest. So this is how he'would have done it?

And now he was stripping you further. His hands already against your crotch, pressing into you, stroking you where it you felt it best. There were small bruises and bite marks where he'd nipped at your skin.

But the best part was the way he whispered your name. In the voice of the person you desired most. You threw your head back and yelped as he called your name again.

"MC!"

But this voice didn't come from him. It came from elsewhere. And you opened your eyes, realizing in horror as he stood at the forcibly opened door. The real him. And in a panic all you can do is yell his name.

(Part 1: The Avatars of Sin)

"Lucifer!?"

Lucifer didn't believe what he saw. It you and ...him. His hair messy and his shirt unbuttoned and unruly. Much like yours.

He stood there for a while watching your legs squirm and you struggle to pull yourself together. But he had already seen too much.

The incubus was smirking at him. As if to mock him. Whether it was the newfound lust for this version of you, or his wounded pride of having a cheap copy of him touch you - he gritted his teeth, throwing his long coat to cover you.

"You there, are there any free rooms in here?" He asked the unfazed Incubus. He had returned to his true state and chuckling.

"That impatient to punish this little human are you? Well of course we do. Go to the room right below this."

"Lucifer wait...I can, I can explain!" But you were already being dragged out of the room and downstairs.

"Mammon, tell the others I found MC. Go home, I'll bring em home later. Don't argue right now, and go or else." Lucifer said into his phone before pulling you into the new room.

"All you had to do was ask MC." His fingers played on your crooked shirt collar. "Now would you like to take it off yourself? Cause I'd much rather take it off myself."

"You ...you what? No I couldn't possibly-"

"I understand you have certain needs that fulfilling. I'd much rather you came to me instead of...all this nonsense. Now should I take it off or no?"

You only had to nod lightly before he pried it off you. "Lucifer!" And the next thing you knew his lips were on yours, his hands tracing over wherever that disgusting incubus touch you.

"What? The real me isn't too much for you is it?" He smirked. "I can't have demons go around telling stories of how the human has suddenly gotten a thing for incubi. So I'd much rather prefer this understood, MC?" He nipped at your shoulder, making you straddle him.

But that was only an excuse. You could tell by the overgrown bulge he was grinding you on.

"Mammon?!"

"What the fuck do ya think your doing?! Get your hands off the human!" Mammon screamed before he could register what he saw. It was like something out of his wildest dreams.

His own face towering over yours, his own lips on yours, hands intertwined so tight, even your bare bodies pressed tight.

And yet he could feel none of it. It was another demon. How dare he? How fucking dare he? "You tricked them didn't you?! You turned yourself into me to get my human!! I'll kill ya, ya little-"

"Mammon wait no! It wasn't like that!"

"Relax Mammon, your little human is the one who asked me for this. Noone forced them. You should be happy." The incubus laughed.

"Fucking creep. MC come on we're going home." He hurriedly fixed you up, his hands shaking wherever it touched your skin. And then yanked you out.

"I can't believe this. I can't believe ya MC!" Mammon gritted his teeth, dragging you out. You kept quiet, not knowing what to say.

Asmo ran into you on the way out. "Oh Mammon, you found them! MC darling you-"

"Not now Asmo. I need to get them home first. Tell the others after we leave." Mammon said strernly. Asmo hadn't seen his older brother this angry.

Once you were home, he entered your room and locked the door. You sat there trembling on the bed. "Mammon I... I'm..."

"WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST COME TO ME?! I'm your protector ain't I?! I'm the one who's in charge of taking care of you - so...so your needs are also my problem. And I don't mind taking care of them! Get that?!" He wanted to be confident, he really did. But his tomato face wasn't working for him.

"...."

"So...do you want it now or later?! Cause I'm not letting you go to anyone else!" He said, putting an arm on either side of you. With the heat pooling between your legs, you couldn't wait any longer anyway.

"Now... now please, Mammon." You said, leaning forward towards him. And that was all it took to break his sanity. With a growl he was on top of you, pulling off your clothes. All shame had left his body, all he wanted was you. All of you.

"Damnit. Damnit MC, you better not ever say that to anyone else. God you're too fucking cute." Mammon said, shrugging off his jacket before he started undoing his belt.

"Mammon.. wait- ahhh!" You yelped as he groped at your chest and nipped at your nipple, wrapping his tongue around it.

"You can't say things like that and expect me to wait. Besides you're all already perked up aren't you?" He grinned before he unzipped his pants.

"Levi?!"

Levi was seconds away from a heart attack. The scene before him was something so perverse he wouldn't even dare imagine it.

It was his demon form. And you were sitting on top of him. His tail wrapped around your bare body, the tip of it prodding at your entrance. One of his hands groped at your chest while the the other was lost in your underwear.

"Levi ...wha-what are you doing here...?" You asked, panting. The Incubus turned back to look at Levi too. He just stood there slack jawed, stepping forward till he sunk to the chair next to the bed.

His head was in pieces. He shouldn't be okay with it. He shouldn't be aroused by it. And yet he wanted to keep looking. He wanted to see you get fucked by himself. He wished he brought a camera.

Sure he had taken the lead before. He'd kissed you before, felt you choking on his tongue hungrily entering your mouth. But this...this was...

His body went on auto pilot, his eyes darkened and cheeks deep red. His hands were already inside his pants - gripping his cock firmly in his hands.

"Oh looks like your little friend wants to watch. Will you allow that, MC? It's all about your pleasure afterall." The Incubus asked, running a finger down your cheek.

"Levi...I- are you really okay with this....?" You said, reaching out to him. You'd be embarrased of yourself, if he hadn't exposed himself like this.

"MC, I'm rather perverted aren't I? I'm disgusting right? You should fuck some sense into me right? Won't you do that...?" Levi said. There was a crazed look in his eyes. He'd started moving his hand already. Your fucked out agitated face was a wonder to imagine.

"Ah...so that is what he's into after all. Don't worry big guy, that's exactly what your darling human was planning." The incubus laughed.

"Shut up. Who gave you permission to laugh like a shameless fucktard." You smacked him across the face. Watching his face be smacked around by you...it was pure ecstasy for him.

"Now lie there and pleasure me well, like the digusting touch-starved freak you are, Levi...ugh!" You moaned as the Incubus nodded and latched his mouth between your legs.

Levi bucked his hips and let out a strangled cry as he came all over the floor and your thighs.

"Satan?!"

"MC, you... you're..." Satan had a lot to say to you. The dangers of trusting random Incubus for your sexual needs, his disappoint of your badly told lies, his envy of the demon whose hands were on parts of your body he was yet to touch.

But all of that vanished into nothing when he saw it was him you were fucking. You sat on his lap, a book open in front of you. The corners of his eyes twitched. He had never felt so conflicted and turned on at the same time.

"Ah so you're the Avatar who's into petplay? Should have seen it coming. They don't call you Catan for nothing hahaha." The Incubus said, his fingers skimming over your crotch and chest.

"Ah sure sure. But I think you'd like to see the spell this pretty one has put on themself all for you." The Incubus teased before he pinched your perked up nipples through your shirt with his other hand.

"Nyaaa-!" You couldn't control it. "The spell won't break till their first orgasm, that's how they casted it." The Incubus with Satan's spirit liked it - but now that the real Satan was here...

"Enough. We have to go now." Satan wrapped his jacket around you and pulled you up. Anymore of that and he would combust. He had made up his mind now. He wouldn't rest until he enjoyed that spell to the fullest, with his own hands.

"Satan I-"

"Not here. There's an abandoned house near here. We're going there." He said holding your hand pulling you forward. "We'll talk there."

He didn't give you a moments warning when you entered the place. It was dusty and it smelled like old books and spilled demonus. And there you were on the mattress, with Satan slowly closing in on you like a predator.

"Our desires are not so different MC. There's no shame in having such needs." He said, slowly pulling the sweater and shirt off himself at once. "You must have repressed them for a while if you sought to do something so extreme?"

You nodded, letting his hands gently pry your clothes off until you were left bare naked. "Cats prefer no clothes, you know? It's the natural way of things."

"Nya! Nyaaa!" You mewled as his grip suddenly tightened around you, squeezing your thighs and driving his knee between your legs. He marked the places where you already had been bitten, reclaiming you as his, making you mewl twice as hard.

"So the spell wears off if you get your release? Then..." He sucks on his fingers and rubs it against your trembling heat down there. "I hope you won't mind if I deny it for a while."

"Asmo!?"

"Oh darling what's all this..." Asmo purred as he watched you like a hawk. "All those times I asked you to join me in the bath and yet you never came in."

You ducked deeper into the water, hoping the bubbles and flower petals were enough to cover your naked form in the bathtub. While a copy of himself held you against his chest and washed your body.

Asmo was secretly going insane. He was used to sights like these, to people yearning for him, his body. But somehow it was even better when it was you. He hadn't felt this excited in many millenia. He was going to ruin you with pleasure today.

"You know I was suprised too. That this human came to me while they lived in the house with you. I mean who can say no to you, Asmodeus?" The Incubus smiled lovingly at him.

"MC, love, were you that shy? Or were you scared my brothers wouldn't let you, hmm?" Asmo purred, playing with a strand of your wet hair. "No worries, we can have our fun right here. And because you put in so much effort to come here, why not have fun with two of me?"

"I- I wouldn't mind." It was just your blind lust speaking. That's all that came out of your mouth as Asmo promptly stripped himself and entered the shower right in front of you.

"Well well well, isn't this just your lucky day, MC?" The Incubus laughed, the exact same laugh as Asmo. You felt dizzy even at the anticipation of what's about to happen to you.

"Now, be a dear and open your mouth for me, MC. And stick out your tongue while you're at it." Asmo said, holding your face with one hand. He slipped his tongue in with ease, and muffled your moan as the Incubus rubbed his member on your backside.

"Asm-Asmo wait, too much, Too much! I can't!"

And then you felt was four hands on you at once, overwhelming your senses, dangling you over the brink of release.

"Too much for you, darling? Then how about you please me instead." Asmo sat up on the edge of the tub, his member excitedly twitching in front of your face. "I assure you I taste delicious. All you need to do is take it."

You had merely put your mouth around him when the Incubus thrust it in at the same time. "From both sides would be more fun wouldn't it?"

"Beel?!"

"MC! I found you. We were all so worried and looking where you'd gone without- oh." It took him a moment to really see what's going on.

The Incubus lifted his head from between legs and smiled up at him, something dripping down the side of his mouth. The same mouth as Beelzebub. The same eyes, hair, everything...

The air smelled like your sweat and arousal. That combined with the imagery of him going down on you - Beelzebub suddenly felt hungry. The different kind of hungry that Asmo had once explained to him.

"Release MC. I have to take them home." Beel said, as the Incubus moved away and shrugged, raising his hands in surrender.

"Hey Beelzebub, if you get them alone - be sure to give them a little taste, won't you? They taste delicious down there." He chuckled as Beel hastily picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

"Beel...are you mad at me?" You ask. He seemed awfully tensed, his arms tight around you. You shook his head but you noticed he walked out before calling anyone else.

Within moments you were back home, but in his room instead of yours. He made you sit on the bed and paced around, with reddened cheeks and a huge tent in his pants...no more like a high rise building.

"Beel...something on your mind?"

"I'm hungry." He didn't even bother hiding his intent gaze at your nether regions.

"Then...you should eat." You did your bottoms and spread your legs. You felt the same hunger he did. "It's your yours if you want it, Beelie."

His face lit up in excitement as he approached you. He promptly crouched on the floor, throwing your legs up over his shoulders, burying his nose in your smell.

It was delightful.

"Ah Beel wait! Wait! Ah...fmgh..." But there was no respite once he put his mouth on you. He licked and sucked at it with rigor, like there was no tomorrow. And that beastly tongue pushed you over the edge before you knew it.

But it wasn't enough. Not when the aftermath, when your cum dripping and lining your thighs was even better to his taste.

"Belphie!?"

"I always knew there had to be something." Belphie smirked, leaning on the doorway lazily.

A thin blanket covered you and the fake Belphegor. You had your back to him as he buried his member between your thighs. He smiled up at the original lazily.

"You were too pure for your own good. But I knew there must be something rotten about you." With that he pulled off the blanket exposing your half-clothed body.

"Belphie no, don't!"

"Don't be shy about it now, MC. I quite like it ." He said, bunching the blankets up in his hands. Oh how he loved your face contorting in embarrassment and pleasure at the same time.

You wore nothing on your bottom half. And the top half of your pajamas were unbuttoned and unruly. A perfect mess, the way he liked it.

"He might have started it, but I'm finishing it." Belphie muttered as he went back and locked the door. So the others would think the room had already been checked.

"You. Get off the bed. Go hide in the washroom or sit on the chair and watch, I don't care. I can't walk home like this." He said to the Incubus, leaning back slightly to show you the bulge in his pants.

You sat up straight as the Incubus got up, but Belphie took his place and pulled you back down.

"Where do you think you're going, MC?" You heard him unzip his pants, and his member pushing against your ass. "Now clench your thighs for me, won't you?"

You did as he asked after he slipped his member between your thighs. "Now, start moving MC. Just like you were doing before."

You moved and yelped as he bit your earlobe, and suckled on your neck. "Ahn... B-Belphie.."

"Hush, MC. I don't want my brothers hearing you. Here suck on this instead." He said, slipping two fingers inside your mouth and thrusting inside you.

Part 2: Dateables // Coming soon 💫

#obey me smut #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me Beelzebub #obey me Belphie #obey me asmo #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel

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morimakesfanart · 2 years

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Sindrias Prophet #20

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*tw/ implications of past child abuse. Look for ((explaining when to skip))

~POV Mori~

Since I had just had a bit of a breakdown it felt like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I was able to be excited about shopping with Pisti. Sinbad called this my welcome gift, but this had to also be my reward for everything I'd done up until now. There's no way the amount of money this was going to cost could just be a welcome gift.

My excitement was no match for Pisit's given how she landed in the Palace courtyard on one of those giant birds without warning while I was walking to the Black Libra Tower.

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The first shop was for the "essentials." I finally got a few of those boob tubes that a bunch of people were shown wearing during Maharagan, as well as a few other things I could wear so I wouldn't be naked when surviving the heat. (And period cloths since that was going to happen soon.)

The shops we visited afterwards were clearly the highlight. It's no wonder Pisti loves shopping in Sindria so much, it's a center for merchants and tourists from around the world, so there are shops from just as many countries showing just as many styles. Each shop owner greeted Pisti personally -she was one of the 8 Generals and one of their best customers. Then they would notice me.

"Ah- Who's this with you?" The shopkeeper asked while eyeing my hoodie or me or both-hard to tell.

Then Pisti would introduce me. "This is Mori. She's a Prophet that his Majesty found while he was in Balbadd."

Just like at the past few shops they bickered about who/what I was, and compared the real me to the rumors that had spread during the week I was bedridden. According to them, I had visions of the future that I copied onto scrolls to help everyone, some thought that I was blessed by the Rukh, or that it was a sign from God that I had these visions and had chosen to help Sindria. I thought back to that morning and wondered what came first: these rumors, or the version Sinbad was writing into the next addition of "The Adventures of Sinbad."

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(Flashback)

After the previous night, I was not expecting to see Ja'far again so soon. He came with the maids delivering my breakfast. It was around the time I thought he normally woke up Sinbad.

"I hope you were able to sleep well."

"I was, thanks for asking." I was too confused to know what else to say. Now that I knew Ja'far didn't hate me, I was able to see how much I had been projecting my fears onto him.

I knew why I did it. Ja'far was shown being physically threatening whenever someone defamed Sinbad. After ranting about the Great Flow and privilege, I had assumed that Ja'far would not only realize that I was talking about Sinbad, but realize the connection between that and the 2nd Calamity. I was afraid that Ja'far would hurt me if I even hinted that Sinbad is the one to cause it. Since I first realized that Ja'far disliked that I wasn't telling them everything, that fear had been growing.

But that was the knowledge fallacy all along. Ja'far can't know something about the future that I didn't tell him, and he wouldn't ever consider the possibility that Sinbad would do such a thing. Even if I did tell him, as long as I could explain everything so he could understand, there was no way he'd hurt me for it.

((Skip next paragraph to avoid the trigger))

Ja'far is someone I'd like to be friends with. I was afraid of making someone I like hate me -make them want to hurt me. I knew I was already projecting similar onto Sinbad, but I had completely missed that I was doing the same to Ja'far. Trauma's a bitch, and 20+ years of gaslighting and abuse don't just go away. Chances were, he wasn't even being that aggressive; it was all in my head. I'm self aware, and self motivated; I graduated therapy years ago; I could shake off a minor relapse like this.

Ja'far's voice brought me back to the present. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to confirm our conversation from last night, as well as some other things."

I agreed since I wanted to make sure I did remember everything properly -turns out I did. I had told Ja'far about Sinbad dying while helping to stop the 2nd Calamity -somehow I had enough sense while drunk to not slip anything about David or the Holy Palace. 'Go Past Me!'

But that wasn't the only reason he came to talk with me.

Ja'far stood with his hands joined in his sleeves, while I ate at my table. "There are some other things you should know now that you will be going around and talking with others. Sin and I have discussed what you should and shouldn't say about who you are. We plan to make it public that you are Sindria's Prophet but not that you're from another world. The other

Generals have also already been informed."

I put my spoon down for a second. "I was wondering about that. How do you plan on explaining the knowledge I have? Since I know more than just this world's future that is."

”That can easily be explained by saying you're looking farther into the future." He waved away that concern, then paused thinking. "You should know about the public's perception of you."

I waited for him to elaborate, and in that silence Ja'far's eye brows started creasing. "You do know about the Adventures of Sinbad that Sin is writing, don't you?" he asked tentatively. If I had to describe Ja'far's expression in a word, it would be 'disgust.' I felt relieved that it wasn't directed at me.

"Yes." Sinbad wrote them first to get some extra money and publicity, and then as propaganda to promote himself and his country.

"Well..." The General started. "He wrote that you are from a small tribe of people that live so far away they aren't on the map." The longer he talked the more frustrated he got. "You grew up being gifted with visions of the future and have spent your whole life traveling the world to find Sin -the King you had seen in your visions.' His face turned a little pink, almost like he was embarrassed by what he was saying. Sinbad's retellings were notoriously exaggerated and over the top.

Ja'far couldn't make eye contact.

It made enough sense to me that someone having visions might seek out the person in those visions. That wasn't enough for Ja'far to get this awkward; it felt like he was leaving something out. Wait. "He didn't-" Sinbad wrote some cringey stuff, but, "Did he write it like when he wrote about his birth and how the 7 most beautiful women in the world knew or whatever?" The question rushed out of me.

Ja'far flinched. "I couldn't convince him not to." Then he covered his face with one hand. I couldn't fully hear what he said but I knew that nickname instantly. ".....Beautiful Prophet..."

"How long until it gets released?"

"It should be done by the time he leaves for the Kou Empire. And of course all of the scribes copying it for sale know since it's already in production."

(Flashback over)

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I had less than 2 months to make my own impression on the people before Sinbad made them all think I was some 'Beautiful woman' blessed with visions from Fate just to benefit him. He probably made it sound like I was some hyper infatuated person who couldn't control their emotions to the point of utter dedication to him -I hated that it wasn't even totally wrong. But I was a Simp, not a Stan.

After buying an outfit that was perfect for Artemyra, I started to get hungry. We walked the streets while everything we purchased was delivered back to the Palace.

"Fresh cut fruit!" One shop keeper shouted into the crowd to get attention.

My stomach grumbled. It was getting close to lunch, and all this walking was making me low energy. The sugars in fruit would be good for that. I turned to the booth and froze.

The man yelling had bright red hair in a ponytail, a permanent 5 o'clock shadow and wore a bright red sash. I couldn't tell if he was from Sassan or a Fanalis with his messy hair. There was an Immuchuk man sitting behind the stand that looked like he'd kill with his stare alone. The Immuchuk was handing a cabob of fruit cut into flowers to a small child with their parent.

"Don't just stare," Pisti broke through my thoughts, "Let's go get some." When I didn't follow her she gave me a questioning look.

"I recognize them."

These were not characters from Magi. These were OC's of mine I had originally made for a Kingdom Hearts fanfic years ago though I reused them a few times after that.

Without thinking I walked up to them.

The redhead smiled down at me. "Would you like one of our fruit kabobs, miss?"

"Are you really Kain?” I had to get confirmation.

He blinked in shock. "Do you know me?” His professional smile was tarnished by the crease he fought from forming on his forehead.

"Yes." I answered bluntly. Then I looked at the Immuchuk man. "And he is Behr...no" The Immuchuk had a specific naming convention where one syllable was doubled. I was lazy when it came to naming so that would mean his name in this world would be, "Behruru?”

They both became nervous. Pisti clapped her hands together with a huge grin. "Mori, were they in your visions too?”

I nodded.

"Did you say 'visions?'" Kain gawked at me. "Then are you the Prophet from the rumors?"

I looked up at him and answered plainly. "Yes."

He made a quick glance at Behr Behruru. "If we were in your visions, can we know what you saw?"

There wasn't any reason not to say anything, but I also had no idea what they were doing in this world. Were they a couple here too? They had to be right?

I decided to give a vague answer based on what I had written for them in my old fics. "The future isn't written in stone, but it's highly likely that the both of you will take in orphans that don't have homes to return to. You'll raise them so that they can find their places in the world." I suddenly remembered the children that are manipulated by Madaar and sent to Sindria afterwards. The waves were making me think that inclination was correct. "If you do meet those children it will be in about 6 months to a year from now."

Kain scratched the back of his head with one hand. Then he looked back at Behruru again. When he looked back at me he looked reassured about something. "Thank you for telling us, Lady Prophet."

Conversation devolved into pleasantries and we got some free fruit kabobs as thanks. The fruit of the seven seas was a major export since it only grew here. On the kabob were fruit like a pineapple but lighter in flavor, and something that reminded me of mango.

As we walked to the next shop I was lost in thought. Those were definitely my OCs. If they were here then I was definitely in a fanfiction. But for some reason I was self aware of that? It was very strange. Was it because this is a Isekai? What genre was this fic? If I was writing fanfiction then I probably was working through something...

Figuring out I was definitely a character in a story didn't worry me. Since I was little I thought about things like what if life was the matrix, or a book, or something else that meant I wasn't actually a part of reality. I always come to the same conclusion every time: I'm still me. No matter what I experience or loose, no matter how 'real' my life is, I will always be myself, and I will never be anyone else. It's up to me to be someone I can be proud of. Being a character version of myself wasn't going to change anything. All this would do is let me experience things I'd otherwise not have an opportunity to, and let me express myself in ways I never was able to back home.

But even more than that, it meant that there was a 'real' me back home to keep looking after everyone. My family wasn't going to loose the house or go hungry. With that wave of relief I felt a freedom I hadn't known in a long time.

Pisti pointed out the next shop, and brought me back to the present. The shop had clothes from Riem. Since Riem was obviously based on Rome (but if Remus had won instead of Romulus) most of the clothes were common tunics, but there were also togas (for men), stolas (for women) and pallas (women's head covering). Since I was half Italian I figured it would be a good idea to buy a few outfits from there.

Pisti talked with the shopkeeper quickly and quietly -I guessed she wanted to keep the clothes a surprise. I ended up in what was basically 2 white sheets fastened over my shoulders and arms with fibulae (clips) with a girdle tied under my bust. It laid nice enough, but it was obvious why ancient Roman women had a focus on jewelry. There was also something making me nervous; only married women should be allowed to wear a stola. Was I being dressed in one because *anime*, aesthetic or-?

"Try this with it!” I turn to see Pisti holding the equivalent of a crop top in my favorite color range.

I took it from her hands before thinking. Anything between indigo and purple was my favorite -if I had to narrow my favorite color down from rainbow.

"Would this be alright?" This color was considered Sinbad's, wasn't it? Would it be okay to wear something that was the same color?

The shopkeeper look between the garment, me and then had a silent conversation with Pisti. "That would look lovely on you!"

I put it on and felt better. This was a color I wore a lot at home too so it was an extra comfort to see myself in it again. Most of my clothes were black, purple, indigo or teal, unless I had to dress in a uniform or decided to dress in the palette of one of my pride flags. I doubted I could wear all black like at home without those in the know thinking I was a part of Al Tharem, but I could at least do this.

Looking at my reflection, I knew I'd probably wear this everyday. It was my favorite piece so far and it wasn't even legally mine yet.

On top of what I was wearing and a few other pieces I liked, Pisti ordered a sash that would match the violet top. Then we moved onto the next store.

I recognized the clothes as shown in both Riem and Heliohapt. There was some similar to what was worn by Masrur and Sharrkan among other men.

Pisti started picking out something for me to try and a thought struck me: if this was a fanfic then I could probably get away with expressing my gender however I wanted as long as I made the change slowly. If I could start to push boundaries with my clothes then I could bring up pronouns later. I don't mind

people calling me 'she/her' since I pass as fem, but it be nice to be called 'they/them' at least some of the time.

As much as LGBTQA+ people existed in history, Magi was written for Shonen magazines. Shonen series didn't really allow for same sex relationships or any romance in their action series. But it did allow for okama (Japanese term used to describe gay men, and transwomen because those 2 things had been heavily conflated in Japan. This is a negative stereotype normally only used for comedy.), and there are multiple okama in Magi (Zagon's mimic as well as other enemies and side characters). They may be played for laughs, but they are there, so LGBT do still definitely exist in this world without question.

I picked up one of the masc tops and looked at it.

"My Lady Prophet, those are men's clothes." The shop owner came to my 'aid.'

"I know."

"Oh! Are you getting them for someone else?"

"Nope." I smiled. "These are for me." I knew what I wanted.

Pisti came over to me confused. "Mori, there's so much else to try without having to wear men's clothes."

I looked down at her. "Why does that matter when I look good in it?"

The genderedness of clothing is arbitrary at best. For me, gender is a performance, and I want to play every part whenever I feel like it. Besides, if this was fanfiction, and self indulgent in the ways I was guessing, then I wasn't going to have to worry about being ostracized like I was back home.

I ignored their further confusion, and I took the outfit behind a changing curtain. An outfit like this was all about side boob for my body type. Since I have a short torso, the belt was high up and would keep the cloth tethered enough to not let anything slip out. This was kinda a sporty look in this world so I put my hair up in a bun real quick.

Then I stepped out from behind the curtain, ready to change minds. "So do you still think I shouldn't wear something like this?" Later I would have to try pairing this top with some pants or shorts to get something similar to the sexy way to wear overalls -it's anime and fanfiction, I'll be sexy if I want to.

The two agreed that it looked good on me and stopped complaining, but my attention narrowed in on the bird in the window. Just how long had Sinbad been following us?

I had a feeling I was going to be seeing that bird a lot going forward.

"The Lady Prophet is an odd person." I heard the shopkeeper comment as Pisti got the rest of my things in order.

While I waited for them to finish up, I made my way to the bird in the window. Those spiral eyes meant this was definitely Sinbad. I turned and leaned against the window frame so we were both facing into the shop.

"Good afternoon, your Majesty."

This time the bird didn't flinch. I could tell I had his full attention, and with my good mood I wanted to tease him.

"Thank you for all these presents. It's a shame you couldn't come around with me to help me pick everything out... That being said," I hooked my thumbs into the front of my new top and pulled forward slightly while running my thumb along the edge until I got to the belt where I tucked my thumbs in, "I have a pretty good idea of your taste in fashion, so I already know what things you would have put me in."

The bird's pupils grew as his eyes followed my thumbs and then went back up to the expected spot. I laughed at his reaction. I could only imagine what Sinbad's actual expression looked like wherever he was.

Then I excused myself to go change back into my original clothes so we could head for the next shop. My bun unraveled itself as I walked.

This next shop had the style I was most looking forward to: Parthevian. Sinbad was from Parthevia but that wasn't why I liked it; many of the women of Parthevia were shown wearing sleeveless turtlenecks and that was a style I already wore whenever I could. To Pisti's delight, I bought out everything they had in my colors. I was going to have to wait for all of it to be altered to my measurements, but I was happy with my choices.

Pisti wanted to hit up a few more stores, but my back was having a flare up from walking for so long so I had to ask to stop. There was one that was important enough for me to agree to despite the pain, and it was a shoe shop. They took my foot measurements and I ordered a few different types of shoes. Since I have curly toes I normally have trouble finding comfortable shoes, but since all shoes are custom made at this point in time that wouldn't be a problem.

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All of the things I got (that were finished) were supposed to be delivered to my room, but when I got back a good portion of the items were missing. There were several notes about what was being altered, made, or dyed. Pisti must have sent some things to be dyed after seeing my reaction earlier. There was also some clothes I didn't order that came separately -it was the uniform that everyone in Palace was issued.

It was still a big haul. Again, my mind went to how much this must have cost, and we didn't get to hit everything. I let myself collapse onto my bed. My back pain was pretty bad, and sapped my energy.

I wanted to put everything away, and pick out something to change into, but I just didn't have it in me. I could at least think about it while resting. I'd be spending the next few months adjusting to the climate and figuring out what type of clothes I was most comfortable in here. Since it was an anime world, I could let myself dress a little flashy, but I didn't know if I was going to stick with it long term.

((Hey guys. This arc took a lot longer to draft than I expected. That's totally due to my poor planning though since I made this arc Future Mori's problem, but Future Mori became Present Mori a lot faster than I expected. That and life started attacking me and my friends so I had to fend that off with a stick. Medical emergencies suck. Anyway, this arc will be 3-5 chapters (I'm still editing it & not sure how much will be left on the cutting room floor), and it will close out the Settling in Sindria major arc.))

#magi prophet fanfic #king sinbad #sinbad magi #magi sinbad #sinbad x oc #sinbadxoc #magi fanart #magi fanfiction #pisti #self indulgent

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The One Where Denki And Mina Think Katsuki Needs To Be A Softer, Nicer Boyfriend, And An Insecure Katsuki Agrees, But [Y/N] [L/N] Doesn't Want A Nicer Boyfriend, She Wants Him.

Requested By: @spicyhokage

Edited: 1-6-2021

It was late when Katsuki came in through class 2-A's dormitory doors. Being his second year at UA the school was allowing students to go back into student internships. With Best Jeanist still off the streets, Katsuki wound up interning with Fatgum, using the link between Eijirou and him to get in. Katsuki hadn't expected to be out for so long, there had been a bad villain that showed up at a different agency and it was a perfect match for both his and Fatgum's abilities. Fatgum had allowed Katsuki to work on it with him, nevermind the fact that Katsuki had already planned a study date for your upcoming test Monday, he jumped at the chance to work with the heroes.

Katsuki knew, or at least he hoped, that you wouldn't be that mad or upset at him for ditching you at the very last minute. It was a leg up in the hero industry, it was a helping hand, he could make more connections and improve his skills. As a student hero, you should know how important this is. He'd want you to make the same choice if it was reversed.

Despite abandoning your date, Katsuki wasn't heartless. He bought a bouquet of hydrangeas as an apology. Apologies weren't something he was good at, but he hoped you would accept it. Katsuki was hoping you would be up waiting for him in the dormitory lounge when he came back, but he knew that one was a longshot. He'd rather have you in bed resting, or making up for the studying he promised to help with but hadn't. Katsuki was hoping he'd find you in the dormitory lounge waiting for him, but instead, he found two of his peers.

"You were out awfully late, weren't you?"

"Shut it, pink face. I need to go see [Y/N] and then head to bed, like a smart student. You and dunce face do realize that we have a big test Monday, don't you?"

Katsuki marched right past Mina and Denki, who were sitting on the couch, towards the elevator to get up to your dorm. If he was right, Mr. Aizawa would be asleep by this hour, and getting into your dorm would be no issue. Katsuki stopped walking towards the elevator when he hears Minas' voice speak out again.

"Did you really get hydrangeas for her? You ditched her for your internship and you got hydrangeas? Girls like roses Katsuki. If a guy ever brought me hydrangeas, I'd kick his butt to the door. Queens deserve better."

"What the fuck are you implying raccoon eyes?"

Katsuki turned back around to yell at Mina for implying that he wasn't good enough for you. He nearly crumpled the flowers by clenching his hand. Mina didn't know what she was talking about. He had brought you hydrangeas several times before, you never complained about it. Denki spoke up to try and intervene Katsuki from blowing up on Mina.

"I think what Mina meant to say is that we're just worried for you. You really like [Y/N], right? Take it from a guy who gets dumped by girls a lot. Pretty girls like [Y/N] don't need to sit around waiting for guys like us. While you're trying to further your career you're ditching her, not to mention, when is the last time you showed her affection?"

"For starters, dunce face, don't call my girlfriend pretty. Secondly, there are no guys like us and girls like [Y/N], there's me, her, and all of you fucking extras that need to get out of my relationship."

"Fine, don't take our advice. Just so you know, [Y/N] isn't in her dorm, she's in the kitchen."

Mina practically sings her words out, and Katsuki changes his course of route from the elevator to the kitchen. He had a scowl on his face the entire time, courtesy of Mina and Denki. He had to restrain himself from beating them with the bouquet. Katsuki reached the kitchen door and he took a minute to recompose himself from his previous anger to a calmer version of himself. He pushed the door open with a calmer smile on his face but stops after opening it halfway.

"What's the answer to number two?"

"Uhm... 6?"

"That's right! Here's your reward."

Katsuki clenched his fist, practically ruining the flowers. He ditched you and your study date, he shouldn't be getting so mad at seeing you and Deku study together. You can have friends other than him. You can be around members of the male gender other than him. Even if it is shitty Deku. You're allowed to have a life outside of Katsuki, but as Deku broke apart a cookie and threw it right into your mouth, a sweet reward for getting the question right, he was ready to toss hands with the boy.

"We're gonna ace this test Monday. Thanks for studying with me Deku. I hate studying alone and you're great at math. Usually, Katsuki helps me, but he got busy."

"It's no problem, [Y/N]. Seriously, I'm always here if you need me."

Katsuki quietly pulled the door shut instead of going in and interrupting you and dumb Deku. Maybe Mina was right. Katsuki thought about it more as he walked back to Mina and Denki. He didn't really show you affection that much, and he did spend a lot of time in the gym or at his internship. His idea of a date was training together or studying. You probably hated the flowers but chose not to speak on it. If he didn't change, change now and fast he was going to lose you to that shit-munch. He needed to show you he was the better more deserving man. As Katsuki stared at Mina and Denki he uttered the words he never wanted to say to them.

"I want your fuckin' help."

"Bring [Y/N] roses. Girls love roses. Not a daffodil, not baby's breath, not a tulip. Roses."

Roses were Mina's first piece of advice to Katsuki. According to her, girls only cared about getting roses, and every other flower was inferior. She also said apology flowers must be paired with chocolates. Katsuki personally thought that was bullshit. He had been bringing you different breeds of flowers throughout your entire relationship and never once had you vocalized disdain for it. But Mina is a girl unlike him, so she must have had some kind of special insight. You must have just not wanted to make him feel bad for messing up. Katsuki knew he was inexperienced in the dating area, but he hadn't realized he was screwing up so badly.

Katsuki did exactly what Mina said. Saturday afternoon, Katsuki showed up at your dorm with a bouquet of yellow roses and a box of chocolates, the milk chocolate kind. According to Mina, milk chocolate was better than dark chocolate. He knocked on the door after checking his phone for the time. He knew you didn't like getting up early on the weekend, and you had been up late studying the night before. Twelve-thirty seemed like a reasonable time to stop by.

You opened the door, slippers on your feet, eyes barely opened, and a crinkled forehead as you tried to slightly open them to see who you were staring at. You had a pair of shorts on and one of Katsuki's sweatshirts. One you promised you hadn't seen and swore he must've lost in the dorms laundry facility. Katsuki smiled down at your sleepy form, you were adorable. Once you registered who it was you yawned and crossed your arms as you lazily leaned against the door frame and let a small smile cross your face.

"What're you doing here? You were out so late last night, you must be exhausted."

"I could say the same about you, you look like the epitome of tired. How late were you up?"

"No later than two. When did you get in?"

Katsuki didn't want to tell you he came in at midnight. You would've asked him why he didn't come to see you, and he didn't want to say that he saw you and Deku studying together. He didn't want to admit that he felt pained at seeing you together so close. Pained at you needing and using Deku as you would him. Katsuki held up the roses and chocolates and thrust them into your arms.

"I didn't even check the time. I brought you apology flowers and chocolate for ditching you. They're roses!"

"O-Oh, they're yellow."

You took the items he thrust into your arms and moved further into your dorm so he could come in. You set the chocolate down on the bed but kept observing the flowers. Katsuki was quite proud of the flowers he picked out. They were pretty and blooming, and he thought you'd like them. Yellow roses would look good in your dorm room. You, on the other hand, were not ecstatic with the flowers. You bit your lip and tried to make your smile bigger. Did he know what yellow roses symbolized? He had to of known, even Denki would know something this simple. Maybe you were reading into it too much, they're just flowers. It was a gift, not a death sentence to your relationship.

"I'll have to go to the kitchen and see if there's anything I can put them in."

Katsuki could sense you being standoffish. He assumed you were upset at him for ditching you the previous night. He did the flowers right, he would just have to go the extra mile to make you happy with him by serving your needs.

"I can go to the kitchen and find a vase! You just shower or get dressed, or whatever, and I'll even bring you up some lunch."

"You don't have to do that. I can get dressed and do it myself."

"I don't have to do it, I want to do it."

Katsuki cupped your cheeks and pressed a quick kiss against your lips. They were soft and sweet. Katsuki could taste the residue sugar from the cookies you had been eating the night before and he pulled back with a frown, making you frown just as much. He wasn't mad that you didn't brush your teeth, although you should have. He was upset at the reminder that Deku was with you when you were supposed to be having a study date. He was upset that Deku was the one who stayed up with you until two in the morning. He was upset that Deku was acting like a better boyfriend when he was just your friend and nothing more. Katsuki should've been doing more, he should've been doing a better job.

"I really am sorry for ditching you yesterday. If you want, we can redo the date today."

"I really missed you yesterday. I did some cramming with Deku, but I don't think he's as good of a teacher as you are."

"Of course dumb Deku isn't as good as me. I'll grab my books before I come back, we'll have a nice do-over date."

Hearing you say that Izuku wasn't as good as him made him feel good. It was slightly reassuring to Katsuki, yet he couldn't stop this budding feeling every time he thought about you and Izuku studying last night.

"Buy her something nice. Something nice like jewelry. I always see you buying her practical stuff, that's boring. Girls like pretty shiny gifts from their boyfriends."

Mina's second piece of advice had been to buy you some jewelry. According to Mina jewelry was an acceptable gift for a boyfriend to buy his girlfriend. Katsuki had been buying you practical and weird gifts throughout your relationship. He thought they were good, he thought they were sweet and enjoyable. He supposed he was wrong. With every piece of advice from Mina, Katsuki was getting punched in the gut. He thought he was treating you right, he thought he was doing this whole relationship thing right, but he wasn't. If he didn't fix things fast then dumb Deku would steal you away from him.

Katsuki felt inside of his pocket for the necklace he bought you. He had Mina help him pick it out that morning. It had been sitting there in a pretty little black box with a red bow waiting to be opened. He wanted to give it to you when he gave you the flowers, but he didn't want you to view it as an apology gift, he wanted it to be viewed as a sweet, 'I was thinking of you', gift.

By the time Katsuki had gotten back to your dorm room, you were all showered and dressed in fresh clothes. You were wearing comfortable clothes, and Katsuki had to smile again. You looked simply perfect. With your hair pushed back by a headband, sweatpants, and another one of his sweaters which you practically swam in, you looked angelic to him. Katsuki put a bag containing your lunch on the small table you had in your room, he placed the vase containing your new flowers there too before pulling out your lunch. You grabbed his book bag from him with a smile and began to pull his books out and place them alongside yours in a neatly organized fashion to create a nice study space.

"What'd you find for lunch?"

"There wasn't much in the fridge to quickly grab, so I made some curry."

"I love it when you cook. It always tastes good."

You smiled at Katsuki and placed a quick peck against his cheek before taking a seat next to him. His chest swelled with pride as he watched you freely dig into the container of food. You liked his cooking, and as he watched you feast in it he knew you weren't lying. At least he did one thing right on his own. One more wrong thing and he was sure he was going to blow a casket.

"Aren't you gonna eat?"

You stared at him with half-lidded eyes and spoke with your mouth half full, barely pronouncing your words but Katsuki still knew what you were saying. He stopped staring at you and began working on his own dish. Every once and a while Katsuki noticed your eyes go from your food to his face and then to the flowers before diving back to the food. He supposed you really liked them. It felt good knowing he was doing it right. It felt good knowing you were happy and content with him for the moment.

You wiped your face off and just as you were about to clean up your lunch mess Katsuki jumped up and took care of it. He grabbed your lunch containers and closed them before tossing them back into the bag he brought them in. He took a wet wipe and wiped up your table and then proceeded to toss the dirty wipe in the trash bin.

"Ready to study?"

"Yup! You're a really good teacher, I really look forward to our study dates."

You walked over to your bed and took a seat on the ground whereas Katsuki laid across your bed in a position where he could have a book out and also easily look over the edge to see what you were doing. This was how you always did your study dates. Katsuki would work and watch to see if you were slacking off, then you would switch books and quiz each other. Slowly the clock clicked away, each passing second made Katsuki grow antsy. He wanted to give you the stupid neckless he had inside his pocket. Katsuki huffed as he slammed his book shut and pushed it off of the bed. You craned your neck back to see what Kastuki was doing before narrowing your eyes, no way did he think he could stop studying while he made you work.

"What are you doing? Are you studying up there?"

"No, c'mere."

You huffed as you pulled yourself up off of the floor and crawled onto the bed next to Katsuki. A mixture of blankets and skin touched you as he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you so your back was flush against his chest. He let his head rest inside your neck, and you struggled to pull out of his grip.

"What are you doing? We're supposed to be studying."

"I don't wanna study right now. The test is Monday, we can still study tomorrow."

You bit your lip as you contemplated his offer. He had a point. The test was Monday morning, and it was only Saturday, not to mention that you had studied with Deku yesterday. The offer was just so out of character for Katsuki, part of you wondered if it was a trick and thought he was going to pull out a piece of rolled-up newspaper to hit you with like he did for Eijirou. You let yourself sink into his arms, you had been up to this for a while, you deserved a break.

"Okay, but only a small break. got it?"

"Mm. I got you something."

Katsuki pulled away from your body to dig in his pocket and pull out the small black box. You rolled over so you could face him and your gift with a growing smile on your face. You loved Katsuki's gifts. Whether it was intentional or not, he always got you something you needed. Whether it was you complaining about cold hands or your lack of working pens, the next day you would find gloves and a pack of pens with a note from him saying something stupid, like 'You better use these to take your shitty notes' and 'If you get arthritis in your hands you can't become a hero'. It was always a surprise and a delight. Katsuki handed over the box and you tore the bow off before opening it.

"It's a necklace!"

"Oh, it's very cute."

You tried not to frown as you looked over the necklace. You tried you're best to put a beaming smile on your face. It was still a gift and you needed to show your gratitude. It wasn't as conventional as your other gifts, but it was still pretty. Maybe it had a special meaning? Maybe he saw it and thought of you? It was just so unusual. He never bought you jewelry and the style was obviously not his.

"Did you pick it out yourself?"

You tried not to make it sound like you were fishing for an explanation as you smiled and clasped it around your neck to show how much you 'loved' it. Katsuki contemplated telling you he picked it out himself but seeing as you were friends with Mina he wasn't sure what she'd say and he didn't want to look bad.

"Well, I got a little help. Figured a female's perspective wouldn't hurt."

Suddenly you felt sick to your stomach. Not only had he given you a necklace, an unconventional and unusual gift compared to the ones he usually gave, but he let a girl pick it out. There was no special meaning, it was just pretty. Your mind went back to the flowers. The yellow roses. He bought you yellow roses. Your whole relationship he brought different breeds and types, never roses. Especially not yellow, the color that represented friendship.

"Thank you, I love it!"

You wrapped your arms around Katsuki, bringing him into a big, tight hug. Although you were with him physically, mentally you were in other places. That dark place in the back of your head was telling you why he gave you these offhanded weird gifts. The dark place in the back of your head was filling you with untrue silly thoughts, yet you couldn't help but let your head entertain them and wonder. The more you wondered, the more you wanted to rip your neckless off.

mina

Pop music could be heard blaring loudly from a BlueTooth speaker connected to Mina's phone as you walked into her dorm room. Without knocking you barged right in, Mina supposed there really was a reason you and Katsuki were together. You were both bluntly rude and sometimes you didn't even realize it. You flopped down at the foot of her bed and looked up at her before greeting your pink friend.

"Hey."

"Hi."

Mina didn't look up from what she was doing, she continued flicking through the pages of some fashion-forward girly magazine as she replied to you. You ran your fingers through her soft duvet as you looked around her dorm room. It looked like Claires threw up on the walls and it gave you a major headache. You and Mina had two different style sets, two sets of style very far apart.

"Did you study for the test tomorrow?"

Unlike her room, that was a subject that would give Mina a headache. Mina roughly flipped another page of the magazine she was holding as she let out an exhausted breath.

"No, and before you scold me neither did Denki. I swear Katsuki is rubbing off on you."

At the sound of his name, your hand went up and touched the necklace he got for you. You only wore it in case you saw Katsuki today, you planned to wear it for the next two weeks, then you'd pretend you lost it. You weren't a necklace kind of person, and it wasn't even sentimental. Mina tossed her magazine down on the bed and a smile played on her face as she saw the necklace between your fingers.

"That's a cute necklace? Did Katsuki get it for you?"

"Yeah, he did."

You answer Mina's questions and inquiries as you let the gem on the necklace slip out of your fingers. You couldn't help but let your face slip into a frown. You couldn't help it, the more you thought about the necklace, the further you fell into dark thoughts. It wasn't even the fact that it wasn't sentimental like all of the other gifts he gave you, it was the fact he let some girl pick it out. You weren't a controlling person, not remotely. If Katsuki wanted female friends he could have them, he did have them. While he wouldn't call Mina a friend, she was. Mina was a girl you felt comfortable with, however, you had already had a girl in mind of who you thought helped him, a girl who wasn't Mina. A girl you didn't feel comfortable with, a girl you knew you shouldn't feel comfortable with.

"Well, it's very pretty, if I had a boyfriend who brought me gifts like that I'd be over the moon. So I take it things between you and Katsuki are good then?"

"I guess, um, I just... I think Katsuki is cheating on me."

You started off in a stutter before you bluntly spoke out your words. The moment your voice hits your ears you cringe at yourself and cross your arms. It was such a ridiculous thought. A horrendous and dark thought that, lately, kept crossing your mind more often than it should be crossing and occurring.

"What? Why?!"

"He's just acting so strange and weird."

You pulled yourself up into a cross-legged sitting position on Mina's bed to talk to her. Mina moved and adjusted her own body, completely immersed in what you were saying. You played with your hand as your next words came out.

"Whenever he's out late he always, and I mean always comes to my dorm before going to bed. He didn't come to my dorm last Friday, instead, he shows up at my dorm Saturday afternoon with flowers."

"Flowers are sweet and romantic though. The fact that he bought them for you means he cares."

"Katsuki always brings me a wide variety of flowers. Hydrangeas, snapdragons, hyacinth. It's out of the ordinary and romantic, but this time he bought roses. Not just any roses, yellow roses. What kind of statement is he trying to make with that one?! Everyone knows yellow roses mean friendship and red means romance. Even Denki knows that."

Mina scratched the back of her head nervously. She supposed she should have explained to Katsuki to get red roses. Katsuki was unaware of things in the romance department. Mina needed to try and dial things back before Katsuki found out what you're thinking.

"Katsuki isn't very romantically smart, you're his first serious romantic relationship."

"Yeah, but we've been dating for nearly a year, and that's not even it. We were studying yesterday, and you know how strict Katsuki is when he's studying, you've seen him with Eijirou. Katsuki was not strict at all, he made me stop studying to cuddle. To cuddle! Can you believe that?"

"Well... Maybe he's trying to be sweeter to you, I mean look at the necklace he got you, it's so romantic."

"Don't even get me started on the necklace! Katsuki always brings me sentimental and meaningful gifts. He buys me pencil led when I'm low, and notebooks when he sees my paper is getting down to the end, he buys me gloves when he notices mine are lost or have holes. They're stupid and meaningful and I love it."

You ran your fingers through your hair distressed and upset. Yanking your hands through a few new forming snarls from laying on the bed, practically pulling some hair strands out.

"The necklace isn't meaningful, it doesn't have sentiment, and he didn't even pick it out himself! Some girl picked it out for him."

"Why, didn't he say who? It doesn't mean anything. The girl is probably a friend."

"I think I already know who the girl is. It's some stupid brunette from Shiketsu High. They met during his supplementary lessons, they met again after their internship heroes started working together regularly. She saw him when we were walking to get coffee and she just had to stop and talk to him, she was obviously flirting with him."

You had never felt more awkward at that moment. She was blatantly flirting with him, whether she knew that you were together or not, you didn't know. You didn't expect Katsuki to talk about his relationship during his internship, he was supposed to be working, but you didn't trust her. You knew from that moment the brunette was going to be trouble. She was interested in your boyfriend and that spelled out trouble to you.

"'had a little help' he says, staking her claim on what's mine I say."

"[Y/N], I don't think katsuki would cheat on you. He wouldn't do that."

Mina felt completely nervous. She hadn't realized you and she had such different opinions on romance and what was wooing and not. Katsuki was romantic, he was doing nothing wrong, she just didn't see it from your point of view. Mina had worried Katsuki for nothing and gave bad romance advice which resulted in you worrying. Katsuki was going to kill her, she needed to fix this.

"[Y/N], Katsuki loves you a lot, don't worry, okay?"

"Okay, you're probably right, I'm thinking too much. I'm going back to my dorm, try to get some studying in before the test tomorrow."

Despite the pink girl's words you still didn't feel good. As you stood up and walked to her door, you still felt a rush of negative thoughts and emotions. You still felt winded and emotional. You still felt hurt and fearful of your relationship. You felt the same as you did when you walked into her dorm.

You nervously tapped your leg up and down on the ground repeatedly as Mr. Ectoplasm and his copies passed out the scored math tests to the class. You supposed a quirk like that must be very useful as a teacher. You kept making little glances over at where Katsuki was sat and your heart clenched. You felt so ridiculous for suspecting he was cheating. You felt completely horrible. Mina was right, Katsuki loved you. Katsuki loved you and he would never cheat. The simple thought that he would was wrong, yet, this lingering feeling told you he was.

Maybe you should talk to him about it. Maybe you should tell him and express your fears and worries. It was better to talk about things like this, it was better to express yourself rather than locking it up and away, where it could fester and damage your relationship. You looked back over at Katsuki, who caught your glace this time and smiled at you. The smile made you feel sick and guilty for feeling this way. You would tell him how you were feeling after class. The sooner it was out in the open the better.

You turned back to your test sheet and frowned at the result. You got a forty. Forty. After all that studying you had received a forty. You wanted to be mad at Katsuki for not making you study harder, but you had studied with Izuku first hand. Maybe Ectoplasm would let you take a retest. Ectoplasm dismissed you all and you quickly folded up your test paper in half so no one could see your result as you exited. After you packed up your school bag you stood out in the hall and waited for Katsuki.

The nerves in your stomach churned. You didn't want to tell Katsuki the negative thoughts that were running through you, you didn't want to tell him how you had dark thoughts and worries about him cheating, but you had to tell him. You had to put your thoughts and theories to rest. Katsuki came out in the hall with his own test papers in hand and you both began to walk to your next class.

"What'd you score?"

"Got a ninety-two. You?"

"A forty."

You sighed as you clenched the paper in your hand. That was a D. Katsuki was on the fritz. He was trying to take Mina's advice. He wanted to be nice and softer to you like Mina told him he had to be, but he couldn't. You should've studied harder, he should've made you study harder. Katsuki gritted his teeth and took a deep breath to calm himself down before responding.

"You'll do better next time!"

"What is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

You looked at Katsuki like he grew two heads. This wasn't your boyfriend, and you slightly wondered if Toga had infiltrated UA. He was never kind like this, he wasn't a positive person. He was supposed to yell at you. Tell you to study better. Tell you you needed to get good scores if you were going to become a hero with him.

"It's just a bad test score, not every score can be a baller."

"I failed my test, you're supposed to yell at me. Tell me I'm stupid, tell me to study more. Tell me anything but that fake positivity shit! You are not acting like yourself, are you cheating on me? Is this guilt? Are you guilty?"

"No! Fuck, no!"

Katsuki dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around you. That wasn't how you meant to tell him about the thoughts you were having. You wanted to tell him calmly and respectfully, you hadn't meant to flat out accuse him, your thoughts just need up tumbling out that way. Katsuki's own reassuring words came stumbling out in your ear as he tightly gripped you against him.

"You are perfect and beautiful, and so important to me. I would never cheat on you, I would never fuck up what I have with you. Why would you think that? I don't wanna make you feel that fuckin' way."

"I know that. I know you wouldn't, but you have been acting so weird and different."

"I need to be nice or else I'm going to lose you. I got insecure, but shit, I should be. You are so perfect, and you deserve roses and jewelry and the world. You deserve someone who cuddles you instead of studying and who doesn't make you feel like they're cheating and fuck-"

You pull out of Katsuki's tight grip and cup his cheeks. Your fingers skimmed over his skin tenderly as you stared up at his red eyes and noticed how watery they were. Your heart broke, you thought he was unfaithful but he was really just scared of losing you.

"I don't want you to be soft and nice. You already give me the world Katsuki. You make me study because you care about me. I don't want you to get me roses and Jewelry, I hate it, and I love the stupid little gifts you get me. You don't give me affection and cuddles, but you do other things, like waiting to walk me to class and making me food."

"You don't want me to be nicer?"

"No! Everything you do is already perfect. Everything you do shows me you care about me in your own way. I love the way you are, I don't want you to change."

Katsuki pulled you back into his arms and pressed a rough kiss against your forehead. He was doing everything right. He was better than dumb Deku, and your test score was proof of that. He wasn't going to lose you, Denki and Mina were wrong.

"Come to my dorm tonight, you need to study better dumbass."

It didn't matter that the whole class watched the exchange between you both. It didn't matter that Mina had screwed with your relationship and felt very relieved to have gotten off scot-free, for now at least. It didn't matter because all Katsuki cared about was the fact that he was a great boyfriend, the best. He didn't have to be softer, nicer. He didn't have to change, you liked it. You loved him, the way he was. That was all that mattered.

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ashen-sky · 3 years

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15x20

I rarely cry, especially over shows or books. Supernatural is I think one of a handful of shows that have made me cry. Bobby's death, and his memory of the boys was the first time, and tonight's episode.

I sobbed, during Dean's death and Sam's life.

Now on to the review:

1. The end- Let's start with the end, shall we? I've seen PLENTY of angry and hateful comments. People saying this episode was horrible, and shameful, and Dean deserved better, and Cas deserved better and what not. But I think this was a beautiful episode, and a perfect end. Because without Chuck, no one writes a big battle for the boys and there prone to accidents with no plot armour. Dean got the death he was always "supposed" to have, on the job, and Sam got the ending he was always "supposed" to have, a happy ending.

1.5. Extra- So, Sam's wife was left ambiguous but I'm guessing it's heavily implied it's Eileen. From the distance it looks like her, and while there were other ways to say who it was without the actress being there, I think it's purposely ambiguous. That way there wouldn't be "He shouldn't have ended up with Eileen" comments.

2. Music- Lovely covers of Carry on Wayward son, I loved the last one. 11/10 would listen again.

3. Heaven- I love that Jack went and "fixed" heaven, and I love that Cas helped him. I'm guessing Cas is more like what Michael was to god, sort of an advisor or right hand. Because Jack is still inexperienced in... everything, and Cas can't hold the power to be god.

4. Notes- Dean kept Miracle!!!! And the pie festival was adorable!!! Not to mention the whole opening sequence.

5. The end?- See... they've said they would like to do a movie or something. But- it was kind of a solid end. I mean, I'd love to see a Supernatural movie as much as the next person, but how? I'm sure the could figure it out though.

6. Changes- I remember hearing somewhere that they had to cahnge some things due to Covid. I'd like to hear what those changes were, just because I'm curious. Maybe they can realise a special feature on it, or make an anniversary version of the episode? I'm holding out for a collector's edition 15 season set for the 20th anniversary.

Overall, I loved the episode. It was a very satisfying end, and I can see why people didn't like it, but there are nicer ways to say it. You don't have to be a dick just because your ship didn't go canon, or Dean's death was a little plain.

THE ACTORS WERE HAPPY WITH IT! And that's a huge part. These people spent 15 years on this show, so as long as they're happy, that's gotta count for something.

So quickly, even though they'll probably never see this, thank you. Thank you Jared, Jensen, Misha, and Alex for an amazing found family in TFW2.0. Thank you Rob, Emily, Jake, Mark, and Rich for playing such iconic ethereal and benevolent beings. Thank you Kim and Jim for playing amazing "stand in parents" for Sam and Dean. Thank you to all the wayward sisters, the road house, our loveable Demons and Angles. Thank you to the crew for taking care of all the things that we don't even realize go into it. I know I most definitely missed people. But to everyone involved in this 15 year run, thank you for bringing us such a memorable show.

As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts and opinions. Just keep it polite.

P.s seriously I cried more watching this, than I did reading Twist and Shout, rewatching this show will be fun.

#supernatural spoilers #supernatural fandom #supernatural #anime devil's thoughts #Supernatural 15x20 #sam winchester #dean winchester

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caranfindel · 5 years

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Recap/review 14.06: “Optimism”

THEN: Starts out pretty ominous, with clock-ticky music, Jack's grace getting sucked out, "this is the end of everything," and Jack considering himself useless. We're reminded that New Charlie exists (aw, Dean looked so pretty in AU Land) and Jack has "the mind of a hunter." Michael hurting people and Dean feels guilty (aw, Sam's Beard of Despair, how I miss you). Sounds like we're in for a real downer of an episode, friends.

NOW: Nebraska. Happy music. A cheerful librarian opens up shop, and she's cute as can be but I wore that blouse in the 80s and it needs to stay there (JUST SAY NO TO THE RUFFLED YOKE, LADIES). Her name is Harper, and she has a kind-of-date with a guy named Winston tonight, though she is clearly Not Into You, Winston. An (apparent) coworker named Miles hears her "scream" and comes to her aid, brandishing a stapler, and is reminded that he needs to mind his own business. Winston leaves, clearly walking on air, and then STAYIN' ALIVE STARTS PLAYING and we focus on Winston's feet just like the iconic opening scene of Saturday Night Fever (if you're too young to remember, watch this, IT'S IMPORTANT CULTURAL KNOWLEDGE and there WILL BE A QUIZ LATER) and y'all don't even know how much I love this song. YOU DON'T KNOW. I can't help it. My mom was a huge Bee Gees fan, partially because she was very into Barry Gibb.

Coincidence?

What can I say? I am my mother's child.

Now, where were we?

(Pretty much where we always are, so could you please just move this along?)

Sorry for the digression. Anyway. Now I suspect this isn't going to be a downer episode after all. (Turns out it was directed by Richard Speight, which would have been a clue if I'd known that earlier, bless him.) While I've been digressing, Winston has happily bopped down the street, only to have a hand cover his mouth and drag him off-screen. There's a record scratch and a squirt of dark goo and a scream, so I guess it did turn out to be a downer for Winston, but not for me.

Title card!

{Sidebar: I didn't realize Saturday Night Fever was directed by John Badham, who went on to direct several episodes of Supernatural.}

Jack's drinking coffee in the bunker. He takes a sip and then pours a huge amount of sugar into it, which immediately makes me think of this scene from The Fly when Jeff Goldblum, who does not yet realize that he is turning into a fly, does the same thing.

(Spoiler alert: Ahem.)

Dean walks in and asks what he's doing, and Jack explains that everything tastes different without his powers, and he can't get the coffee to taste the way he likes it. That's because coffee is nasty, Jack. (And also, thanks to the Continuity Fairy for remembering that food tasted different to Cas when he didn't have grace.) Dean asks if Jack has seen Sam, because that's what Dean does; he probably walked in the door and felt a disturbance in the Force and realized he didn't know where Sam was. From Jack, we learn that (1) Dean went on an overnight run to Mobby's love shack cabin and (b) Sam went on a hunt with Charlie without telling Dean. Is Dean okay with this? Are we gonna okay with this? Couldn't he have at least sent a text message? He's supposed to be setting an example!

"Explain to me again how you just let Sam LEAVE."

I guess Sam had to go himself, rather than send someone else, because this is one of those times when there's no random hunters in the bunker. (And where's Rowena? Did Charlie abandon her in the Southwest? Did they have a fight?) Jack imagines Sam and Charlie are doing something "really exciting."

Cut to Sam and Charlie sitting quietly in a truck outside Memphis, bored out of their minds. Hee! It's the kind of crappy old truck I always want Sam to drive, so I love it. They're staring at a bus stop with an ad for Pete the Pestinator, who seems to be an insect exterminator. (Spoiler alert: ahem again.) Sam confirms that "this is where all those people went missing," although if he's been sitting in that truck long enough to be bored, he really should have nailed that down by now. Charlie says "yep." More silent sitting.

Back to the bunker. Dean seems surprised that Sam left Jack there alone (where's Cas?) and Jack says "Sam wanted someone around when you came back. He's worried about you."

"Yeah, that sounds like him," Dean grumbles, and hello, kettle, the pot just called, and said you're black. Jack offers some encouragement, telling him no one blames him for Michael, and Dean says "Cool. Well, I blame me, so." His self-flagellation is interrupted by Jack's Cough of Great Concern. "Maybe I'm allergic to sitting around doing nothing," Jack snarks.

Dean sits down for a heart-to-heart, and Jack says he's been hunting with Cas and wants to do more. Dean says "No offense, Cas is an insurance policy on those hunts." Jack looks hurt. I don't understand this at all. Why wouldn't Jack already know that Cas is there to protect him? And why would this hurt his feelings? I'm so confused. But I immediately forget it, because Dean says "Sam's just trying to keep you safe, okay? He's a smart guy." AND THEN WE CUT TO THIS.

Bless you, Richard Speight, writer Steve Yockey, bless you both.

I literally did burst out laughing at Sam and his fidget spinner. Charlie is not amused, and Sam puts his toy away with some embarrassment.

Bunker. Jack's found a report on our dead friend Winston, who seemed to have human bitemarks taken out of his corpse. And others have gone missing in the area. We skip part of a conversation, but whatever it was, Dean says Sam won't like it. "Sam's not here," says Jack. Oh, no you don't, Jack. Don't you go ignoring the Chief's directives just because he's not here. Dean says he'll go check it out alone, but Jack suddenly remembers Sam's Law and reminds Dean about the Buddy System.

We can be hunting buddies!

Okay, uh, (a), don't call it that, and (b), YOU'RE gonna back ME up?

Oh, Dean. You didn't do the (1) and (b) thing that I love so much. Jack gets to be the one to bare a little bit of his soul now, telling Dean that he also feels guilty about Michael, because he could have killed him but he was "distracted and stupid." He doesn't want to sit around feeling guilty all day, he wants to hunt.

Looks like that was the right button to push, because we cut to Sam on the phone, clearly not a fan of the plan and telling Dean to be careful. I assume his reluctance is because he doesn't trust Jack to watch Dean's back. But Sam, if you can trust Maggie to hunt alone, you can trust Dean with a novice backup. (I know, I know, Dean is more important than Maggie.)

Sam asks again if Charlie is sure this is the right place, and she says it's where four people disappeared. And while she was scouting around, she found a mason jar full of goo. Is this the same goo we saw when Winston was killed? (Spoiler alert: no.) And now she's trying to figure out what they're hunting, so she's reading. I'd have done my reading before the stakeout, but that's just me. (I'd also have done some reading instead of sitting there glaring at Sam while he enjoyed his fidget spinner, but that's also just me.)

(I also might have thought of more interesting things to do while I was stuck in a car with Sam, but they would have interfered with the stakeout. And they aren't anything Charlie would have been interested in anyway.)

Cut to Dick's Red Rooster Diner (ha ha, I see you, Speight). According to Winston's obituary, he had breakfast here every morning. Jack agrees with me that it's an odd thing to put in an obituary, but Dean says that when someone dies young, you don't know what to put in those things. (Oh, think of 20-something Dean's obituary.) He introduces them to the waitress as Agents Berry and Charles, and the only thing I can think of is Chuck Berry, so if someone has a better idea, let me know. He asks for details about Winston, and the only detail she can provide is that he's dead. Jack dutifully writes that detail in his little notebook. (BLESS.)

This waitress is wonderfully snippy, knows her rights, and isn't the least bit interested in talking to these FBI agents, but when Dean hands her some cash she changes her mind. She says they should should be more interested in Harper, who Winston just started "courting," and Jack is confused.

What's courting?

It's what you do before you start dating.

Ah, and that's the thing you do before the sex.

Sometimes you just have the sex.

Okay, Dean's wrong, courting is what you do instead of dating, but this is still a wonderful exchange. And the next part is wonderful too, cutting between the waitress and some customers explaining that Harper was popular in high school, but her boyfriend ran off, and now all these men connected to her have died, and she's really into romance books, and ending on I've heard too much Dean and I'm confused Jack.

Love this.

Back at the stakeout, Sam's biting his nails, which I also love for some reason, and of course the only time we've ever seen him bite his nails was when he was worried about Dean. New Charlie picks right up on it. She tells him Dean will be fine, and comments that he's got other friends, right? Which I don't understand, because it doesn't matter what other friends he has, he's not hunting with them. He's hunting with Jack. "He used to have a pretty damn good wingman," Sam says, and I think no, Sam, what are you saying, he still has you. She says he should call "that guy" to check on him, and Sam says "that guy was you." Charlie gives him a look. "No, it wasn't." And she's right, Sam. SHE IS NOT YOUR CHARLIE. And also, was Charlie ever really Dean's wingman? I don't think so. Sam, of course. Cas, literal wingman. But not Charlie. Charlie was the little sister.

Sam apologizes, and then says "I'm just saying, I'm not surprised you survived the apocalypse." Which isn't what you were saying at all, Sam. Charlie is surprised she survived, because she was just a programmer at Richard Roman Enterprises (Dick Roman! I wonder what happened to your AU version), living with the love of her life, Cara. My heart skipped a beat because I was so ready, guys, for the love of Charlie's life to be Dr. Cara Roberts from Sex and Violence, but apparently not. {Sidebar fic prompt: Sam. Charlie. Dr. Cara. Three-way.) Charlie's Cara was a baker. Charlie tells a sad story about waiting for help that never came, and Cara eventually being killed by people, not angels. Society falls apart. (Or, as Dean once said, demons I get; people are crazy.) Sam insists society isn't falling apart here, and Charlie says "not yet."

Just like last week, we're getting some needed differentiation between the characters we lost and their AU counterparts, which I appreciate.

I also appreciate pretty, attentive, sympathetic Sam.

Diner. Dean calls Jack "Mighty Mouse," for some reason, and congratulations him on finding a case. He tries to teach him about the importance of pie, but Jack's more interested in courting. He's never been exposed to off-screen romance, unless Gabriel and Rowena counts (Dean assures him it doesn't, but how would Jack have been exposed to Gabriel/Rowena anyway, since it happened while he was in AU Land and Gabriel didn't make it back?) Dean promises he'll give him The Talk when they get back, but right now they need to concentrate on finding Harper. {Sidebar fic prompt: Dean's and Sam's versions of The Talk. Would Dean's be like Dean's speech from Rock and a Hard Place?} Jack speculates she might not be human, and Dean says they're going to find out, and it's going to work like a romance novel. Hmm!

Cut to the library, where Harper is working. Dean enters and identifies himself as FBI, with questions about Winston. She doesn't want to talk, and he pushes. Then Jack shows up, asking for a book about the area's history, and defends her against the big mean FBI guy. Dean says "why don't you back off, kid" and Jack responds "No, you back off, old man" and DEAN'S FACE. This was clearly NOT IN THE SCRIPT. I love it. Dean slinks off, dejected, to examine his gracefully-aging face in the rear-view mirror. {Sidebar: I honestly think Jensen is aging a lot better than Dean is. Dean looks tired a lot of the time, and I'd like to believe Show is doing that on purpose, but I don't think it's the case. Jensen always looks awesome.} Harper is delighted, and apparently smitten, judging by the music. Jack introduces himself as "Jack Smith" and she invites him to her apartment, where she has the perfect book.

Why does this library have those convenience store perp measurements at the door? Does it get robbed a lot? Also, how many episodes have signs in the background with the title of a different episode? Not very many, I'm guessing.

As they leave, Miles the Stapler Guy follows and asks where she's going. It must be close to closing time, because Harper says she'll come back and lock up. Miles, who's carrying a bag of trash, refuses to shake Jack's hand. As Jack and Harper go one way, he stomps off in the other direction. I'm suspicious, and so is Dean, who gets out of the car to follow him. As Miles puts the library's trash in an inappropriately small residential bin, he hears a noise. We then cut to Dean, who hears Miles scream but just keeps walking? But then a trash can is knocked over and that gets his attention. He finds Miles dead, and we get a monster POV shot watching him.

Stakeout. Charlie's still reading. Apparently she brought all the books. She says she hates hunting, which surprises Sam, because she's so good at it. She points out that she's good at it because the alternative was death. "I mean, no offense, but who wants to be a hunter? This job, just a lot of tears and death."

Sam says "you said something like that to me once, long ago, about hunting." He quickly apologizes for once again conflating her with Our Charlie. At first I was annoyed at him, but then I started thinking about how awful Our Charlie's death was for him, with the MoC, and the fear, and the worry, and the guilt, and his brother saying he should be the one on the funeral pyre instead, and you know what? I'm gonna cut him some slack for trying to forget all of that ever happened. A lot of slack, in fact.

Charlie casually drops that she's glad this is her last hunt. Did you give the Chief your two week's notice, Charlie? I DON'T THINK SO. She plans to get away from monsters and people, and "live on a mountaintop or something... as long as there's good wifi." I'm sure Sam can get you set up with his magical wifi, Charlie, if you stay on his good side.

Harper's apartment. She seems to be all about love, with a decorative "amore" sign in the kitchen and a big red heart hanging on the wall. She suddenly realizes it's weird that she brought him to her apartment, though she's thinking "putting the moves on you" weird and I'm thinking "inviting a potential serial killer into your home" weird. But maybe I listen to too much My Favorite Murder.

She leaves the room to get the book (odd that it's not on the stuffed bookshelves in her living room, but they're all full of romance novels). Jack asks why the FBI was "hassling" her, and she tells him about Winston's death as he surreptitiously puts a silver coin on the floor and splashes holy water all over his hands. A call comes from Dean, but he ignores it. When she comes back with the book, she notices the coin on the floor and picks it up. She touches his hand when she gives him the coin and notices that it's wet. I would have put the holy water on the coin, although a wet coin on the floor might be as weird as wet hands. He just laughs weirdly and then does a fake cough AND SAYS CHRISTO. SOMEONE FINALLY REMEMBERED CHRISTO. Oh, my heart. I've been waiting 13 years for this moment. She doesn't react to it, so she seems pretty human. He says he's nervous, so she sits on the couch and pats the seat next to her.

Stakeout. Charlie has found something in the books called a Musca. Sam already knows it's a man-fly hybrid (IT'S THE FLY; OUR MONSTER IS JEFF GOLDBLUM) and that no one's seen them, so if they do exist, they keep to themselves. She's impressed with his Sammy smarts. He says he's read all the books, but if he'd read this one, he'd know that every few hundred years a male Musca can't find a mate and he "abandons his community and starts using people's bodies to nest, binding them together with a viscous goo." Ew.

As they walk, in the background we see a figure approaching the two women who are sitting on the bus stop bench. It's clothed in black, carrying a black briefcase, and it has a giant head. At first I think it's literally a giant fly's head. But when Charlie notices it, we get a closer look, and it's a large black hood, like a beekeeper's outfit. It sits down and then casually scoots closer to the women, who scoot away, and it's hilarious.

Harper's apartment. She asks Jack where he's from, and he tells her he lives in Lebanon, Kansas. NO, JACK. DON'T TELL ANYONE WHERE YOU LIVE. Jack coughs some more and then notices a picture of Harper with her boyfriend, Vance. She says he left town after high school because he wanted to see the world, and Jack seems astonished that anyone would leave her. And that was when her bad luck started, but she tries to stay optimistic. "Me too," Jack says. "I had some not-so-great stuff happen in my past. Trying to be positive... it can be hard." Oh, Jack, sweetie. They gaze into each other's eyes and it looks like they're going to kiss. Jack's phone buzzes with a text from Dean that says CALL ME NOW.

Jack? Do you believe in love at first sight?

Do you... (music swells)... mind if I use the bathroom?

Ha!

Jack hides in the bathroom to call Dean. He tells him Harper isn't a monster, and he thinks she's in love with him. Although Dean's sure that's not the case, Jack says "but if she is, I need to know everything about sex. Go." Ha again! Dean tells him about Miles's death, which makes Jack wonder if she's cursed. Dean says it's more like all the guys around her are cursed. "Like me," Jack ponders, just before we get another monster POV shot and a strangled shout from Dean. The phone goes dead.

Jack comes back into the living room and Harper asks if he's okay and if he wants to go for coffee. Then the door bursts open and Dean comes in, and I wonder why she's freaking out until I remember that Dean is Bad FBI Guy to her. He quickly blocks the door and tell her they're here to save her from... whatever it is that's suddenly growling and banging on her door. "At first I thought it was a ghost," he says, "but then it punched me in the face." She's freaked out about a ghost, but Jack reassuringly (NOT!) tells her that he's saying it's NOT a ghost. Dean recognizes a photo and it turns out the monster is her old boyfriend Vance, who she didn't even realize was dead.

For some reason Dean isn't carrying a lot of weapons, but he has a silver knife and finds a silver letter opener on Harper's desk. Silver will slow it down, he tells them, but there's only one way to kill the undead boyfriend. Vance breaks the door down before we learn what that is. Dean starts fighting with the silver knife and tells Jack to get Harper out of there.

Stakeout. It's nighttime now. A lone man sits at the bus stop as Sam tries to convince Charlie that she can't drop out of society. She needs people, and also, it's hard to walk away from being a hunter. "I tried. Our Charlie tried." You know, for someone who did want out of hunting, and did try to get out of it, Sam spends a lot of time convincing others to do it, or at least enabling them. I mean, Dean was all "Patience, if you can live a normal life, do it," and Sam was all "well, Claire, if you're gonna hunt, I guess I should show you how to hack." Although that (and teaching Ghoul!Adam to shoot) was more about protecting someone determined/forced to be a hunter than recruiting. So maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. Anyway, if anyone recognized the futility of getting out of the life, it would be him.

Jeff Goldblum shows up again and sits by his next victim. Charlie wants to go for the kill, but Sam thinks they should wait for him to make his move, in case he's just into weird fashion. Look, Sam, if a guy likes wearing a black beekeeper's bonnet and sidling up to random strangers at bus stops, he deserves to be hunted, whether or not he's actually part bee. When the bus shows up, it blocks their view of the duo. When it leaves, the bench is empty. Which could mean they just got on the bus, but we see something disappearing behind the stop. Sam decides it's a go after all.

Let's stick with this story, rather than cutting back and forth between them like the show did.

Sam and Charlie find a door with a bunch of goo on the handle. Sam says Charlie found something in the books that theorized a brass nail dripped in sugar water would kill a musca. Because yes, of course sugar water, WHICH FLIES EAT, would kill a fly man. (Rolls my eyes at this otherwise delightful episode.) Charlie reminds him they have neither of those things. "So we get creative," Sam says. I'm expecting some kind of MacGuyvering involving a can of Coke, or Sam's sugary coffee. (Spoiler alert: I'm wrong.)

{Sidebar: Why are all the methods of killing monsters so weirdly specific? Chopping off the head should kill ANYTHING.}

They go through the door, which surprisingly leads them into an abandoned warehouse. It's full of flies (normal ones, not half-man flies) and smells like pine cleaner and rotting meat. Yum. Eventually Sam finds the briefcase, which is full of what looks like candy wrappers and also has a white cloth, which he sniffs to discover chloroform. Dude. Don't sniff the chloroform rag. Charlie finds the most recent victim, still alive, by a pile of bodies. Something grabs Charlie's hand. She pulls loose, but falls off a low platform (seriously, it's like two feet high) and... loses consciousness? Okay. Maybe he chloroformed her and I missed it. I'm old and decrepit and this would have barely bruised me. He must have chloroformed her.

Sam tries to wake her up, but is interrupted by the WORST MONSTER COSTUME EVER. Oh god, you guys, this fly man head is so bad. SO BAD.

{Sidebar: Did you know that you don't see much of the shark in Jaws because the model was so bad, Steven Spielberg decided he wanted to shoot it as little as possible? And it actually made the movie better because the unseen monster was so much scarier? Just saying, Speight.}

(Um, have you watched any movies that were made before 1980?)

Well, that was uncalled for.

Jeff Goldblum attacks Sam and gets goo on him, and if this were really a fly, wouldn't that goo be digesting him? Isn't that how flies eat? (Why yes, it is.) Charlie regains consciousness and stabs it with something, which gets it off Sam long enough for him to shoot it in the head. Creativity in action! So, I guess I got my wish. Interesting that, just like last week, the guys figured out that there are actions that will kill anything.

Aftermath! Charlie and Sam are driving, and Sam says he feels bad for the Musca, which could have been happy if it had stayed home with its people. Subtle, Sam. Charlie's all, yeah, okay, I'm like the bug, except not so much. As we see the Musca family coming to retrieve their brother's body, Sam asks Charlie not to leave. "If we help people, then maybe they'll help people, and all that, and that's worth it. Even with all the tears and death, it's worth it." Oh, Sammy. {sniff} She says she'll think about it.

Back to Jack and Harper. It was broad daylight when they got to her apartment, so I don't know why it's nighttime now. How long did he spend in the bathroom? No wonder she asked if he was okay. Cut to Dean gleefully fighting the zombie, who suddenly stops fighting and runs off.

Jack and Harper run to the library, where she struggles with the keys until Jack remembers she left without locking the door. They scurry inside and he locks it. As they hide behind the counter, they see Zombie Vance run by. Jack tells her not to worry, because he locked the door, and she asks if he flipped the switch under the lock? Obviously he didn't, and she goes to do it herself. As she stands, looking out the door, Vance shows up. She unlocks the door, which Jack obviously DID lock, and opens it. He hands her the history book - I guess Jack dropped it - and they kiss.

Um. whoops. Vance is actually still Harper's boyfriend. And he has to eat human flesh. Like, Jack's, for example. Vance lunges for Jack, who hides in the stacks as Harper gives him the villain dialogue over the library's PA system. She likes Jack, but he's obviously a hunter, and she comes from a long line of necromancers, so it would never work out between them. She killed Vance to keep him from leaving after high school, and killing every other guy in her sights is just a fun little romantic roleplay for them. We get a little scare when a hand appears on Jack's shoulder (been a lot of that going around lately), but it's Dean. He tells Jack they have to get Vance back into his grave and then drive a stake into his heart to keep him there. And they're going to convince him using another romance novel method.

Jack tells her he wants to do things Vance can't do - walk her down the aisle, raise a family. This draws Vance out, who lunges at him but finds himself facing Dean. Vance gets Dean against a wall, and Harper calls out to him. Dean thinks she's going to call him off, but she says "Baby, kill him!" and Dean's "huh" look is precious to me. Instead, Dean slaps a handcuff on his arm and cuffs him to a pole or something. Jack cuffs his other arm to a library cart, I think, which is mobile and therefore defeats the purpose of cuffing, but good try, Jack. The cuffs burn Vance, so they're silver or enchanted or something. Seems like a successful hunt, but when the guys look up, the door is open and Harper is gone.

Later we see Harper and her suitcase at a cafe, writing a letter to Jack. So she had time to go home and pack a suitcase, and Dean and Jack didn't go to her apartment and look for her? Guys. Come on. She's sorry she's going to have to kill Jack, but it means she can bring him back to life and they'll be together forever. See you soon, she writes, sealing the envelope addressed to Jack Smith, c/o the Lebanon, Kansas post office. I TOLD YOU NOT TO LET HER KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE, JACK. Is Harper going to be a Big Bad this season? Or maybe a Little Bad? I wouldn't mind seeing her again. She's a charming little villain.

Finally, Jack's drinking coffee again, probably with a lot of sugar, in the bunker. This scene, with them facing each other, is a nice callback to the beginning of the episode. Dean tells Jack he did good, and Jack pushes for more hunts, because he was right. It's not about being right, Dean tells him, it's about what you do after you're wrong, after you've made a mistake. And about not beating yourself up, Jack points out. Dean tells him he's pretty smart, and Jack smiles and coughs and Dean promises to talk about getting him on more hunts when Sam gets back (BECAUSE SAM IS THE ONE TO ASK, YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT) and Jack lies about being fine and then coughs some more and shows Dean his bloody palm and collapses on the floor with blood oozing from his mouth and nose and WELL. THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY.

And the episode ends, without Sam and Dean sharing a single scene. Has that happened before? It's unsettling. I like the ep, though. I liked the relationship focus - Sam bonding with New Charlie, Dean bonding with Jack. I liked the humor. I liked that Sam wasn't ignored, even though the brothers had separate storylines. I liked the continuation of things that have been happening this season, the gentle reminder (but not constant siren) of Dean's guilty feelings and Sam's leadership and Jack's issues. And, of course, CHRISTO!

And there was one weird thing I noticed on first watch, but it didn't jump out at me on rewatch so I don't remember when it happened... Dean said "Son of a B." This is the second episode where they said something weird instead of bitch. What's going on there? Is Dean never going to say "son of a bitch" again? Because that's not good.

What did you guys think? And please help me stay unspoiled; thanks!

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