#but idk how else to tag this poor boy

[m1d-45]

the rule of threes

summary: “subject two” was created in the image of a god he could never fulfill. how does that turn out for him? (spoilers, not well.)

word count: 3.4k

-> warnings: major spoilers for albedo lore, rhine is Not A Good Person, uh ig allusions to gore but nothing bad, incoherency in General

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr

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“have you ever tried to create life from nothing?”

for a woman of science, rhinedottir was acting rather scatterbrained, frantically pulling bottles from shelves. each of them was twisted, and eventually returned to their place, the small plate above them marked with red.

“to sprout a seed with no water, to make a flower bloom within your hand?” it was a wonder she was still talking to him, crazed eyes always searching for his. did she think he’d run off? it wasn’t as if he could, with the doors bolted shut. “impossible. impossible. the slightest of changes in the ley lines ruins everything- have not one of these survived?”

that was new. he’d thought the lab was low enough no elements flowed, or at the very least the rest of the city blocked it. that’s what he’d always believed, as it was the only solution for his failure.

or was it him that was the problem? he didn’t know. he may have been her first success, but he was also her first failure.

bottles stopped returning to shelves, glass shattering on the floor and sending thick sludge all over the floor. fragile bones cracked on impact, half formed bodies crumpling with splats that made him cringe.

it wasn’t rare to see her so angry, but it was rare for her to take it out on her work. still, he did his best to ignore her, bringing his legs onto his chair and twiddling a pen between his fingers. it didn’t make it easier to block out the sound, but he did feel better when he could focus on tracing a square over and over, trying to keep the lines as thin as possible.

“stupid, stupid stupid stupid! i told them this would be revolutionary, but all they think about is their god-“ their what? “-and they don’t even try to listen to me! of course they didn’t, because what do i know? i’m only the-… the…”

he did look up, then, seeing her staring at a bright bottle. at least a hundred shattered bottles lay at her feet, yet she didn’t seem to notice, transfixed by the single flask in her hand.

“the greatest alchemist in the world,” she whispered.

all at once, she turned to him, boots crunching over flesh and bone as if it were nothing. he winced back slightly when the squish of her boot made some of the sludge splash up, landing halfway up the leg of his chair.

“look.” he didn’t want to. her eyes were wide and crazed and he was terrified. the bottle itself was harmless, the organism inside curled underneath and far from consciousness, but she.. “he lived.”

he gripped his pen tightly, forcing a nod.

“he’ll be perfect.” that’s unrealistic. “i just know it. look at him.” you’re being irrational. “he needs a name.” you don’t even know if he’ll survive.

she walked away and began to pace, seemingly not noticing the tens of half-formed corpses beneath her feet. “a name, a name…”

what a sight. for someone so set on creating life, she disrespected so many.

he looked back down to his paper, continuing his exercises. around the square, then the other way, then the hexagon. the lines grew thicker as the amount of sides increased, his pen slipping on the page. still, he kept his hand as steady as possible, breathing slowly. he could just ignore her. it’s not like she’d ask for his input, so he can just focus on the shapes, keeping each angle as sharp-

“hey!” his pen slipped as his shoulders jumped, dark ink soaking through the page. he turned, and found her frowning at him, bottle clutched in her hand. “pay attention. this could be groundbreaking; whatever you’re doing doesn’t matter in the face of perfect alchemy.”

he was doing as he was told. practicing his lines, slowly taming the tremors in his hands, stopping every half hour to train with the ball she’d given him for that exact purpose. ten squeezes with one hand, ten with the other, ten between the palms, and a quick massage of the muscles. as he was asked.

“i’ve decided on a name, if you care.” she turned back to the bottle, all traces of anger dissipating. she smiled at the bottle, carefully twisting it in her hands. “he will be nigredo.. the first stage of my magnum opus.”

his eyes flicked to the bottle, a small ember of resentment burning in his chest.

“as you wish, master.”

‘nigredo’ didn’t last long. within a month or so, his bottle blackened, eventually cracking altogether. he was there when she came back, finding the bottle leaking on her desk. she’d panicked, frightened, her concern eventually bubbling into anger.

the bottle had hit the wall just beside his head. something soft trickled down his cheek, landing on his paper. he lifted his hand, feeling dust fall from a small slit in his skin. he looked over to rhinedottir in shock, but she wasn’t looking. she was pacing angrily, glaring at the paperwork on the desks around her like it would be the next thing thrown. he didn’t want to bother her, he didn’t, but whatever sand was pouring through his skin was making him panic.

a breath in, a breath out. she didn’t seem any less upset than the last time he looked.

“..master?”

his hands flinched tighter when she whipped to look at him, his pen skidding across the page again.

“what?”

“my.. my cheek.” he took his hand away from it, but the dust continued to fall. “the bottle hit me.”

she stared, confused. “what bottle?”

“nigredo’s.” his chest burned, bitter, but he pushed aside his feelings. “i.. don’t believe this is normal, is it?”

another stretch of silence, her eyes flicking between his and the wound on his cheek.

“why would i do that?”

“i’m not suggesting you’d hit me on purpose-“

“why would i throw him? no, i.. i was going to fix him. i wouldn’t do that.”

it was his turn to stare, shocked. “but… you did.”

the dust hitting his page was the only sound in the room, neither of them moving.

“don’t be ridiculous,” she eventually said. “i wouldn’t hurt him like that. i have no reason. why would i waste so much of my time like that? all my effort into imitating the div-….”

“…you were angry. people say and do uninthings when they’re-“

“and what would you know about people?”

that was cruel.

his synthetic heart beat in his ribs like it wanted to flee, the dust continuing to pour from his skin in a stark reminder of his inhumanity.

“…master-“

“i’m leaving. i expect this place to be clean when i come back.”

he didn’t even flinch when she slammed the door. such things were regular occurrences.

“…what’s this, master?”

“he has a name. durin.”

another one with a name. when would he earn his?

“i see. my apologies.”

“whatever. go say hello.”

“pardon?”

“you heard me.”

sand was still trickling from his cheek, a brief wave coming quicker when he frowned. “master, i don’t think-“

“he doesn’t bite, it’s fine.”

and to her credit, he hadn’t.

(“rhinedottir! what have you done?”)

(“i’ve done many things. could you clarify?”)

(“w-what’s this?” his body was dead, but he still felt the way durin grumbled and hissed. “what have you made? we’re willing to look past a lot of your experiments, but this-!”

(“watch your tone. he’s perfect.”)

(“rhine-“)

(“why can’t you all just trust me? you act like i’m touting myself around like a god-“)

(“you are. your hubris will get you killed-“)

(“by who? what? who’ll dare to touch me? …nobody. exactly. nobody, not even that thing in the sky that calls itself the creator.”)

(“rhine-!”)

(“no. get out. you’re disrupting my work.”)

(“you know how celestia is, they’ve already started approaching the gates-“)

(“then let them come. you’ve seen my work. we’ll survive the battle.”)

(“what of the innocents? what of the kids and the elderly, those that did nothing wrong? do they deserve to die for you?”)

(“…if i deserve to die, then nobody deserves to live.”)

in his opinion, there’s only one thing worse than dying: figuring out you hadn’t.

the constant beat of a dragon’s heart had finally dulled, and with it his uncertain stasis ended. he was brought back to life, surrounded by bones that weren’t his, unsure which way was up.

the bones were tough to break, but a small sliver off the end made it easier to cut through flesh. he didn’t know why he was alive, or how, all he knew was the red blood oozing around his hands and a drive in his chest that told him to survive. his skin was hot, his clothes clinging to him and adding to the feeling of being trapped, the sludge around him unrelenting in its quest to keep him there, inside, stuck in the chest of this beast-

the air was cold. his heart was colder. the ground was hard where he fell, humming with energy from the core he just escaped. he looked up at the heart, his own beating frantically, and watched the space that he had carved for himself seal up, as if he was never there to begin with. the blood and flesh left on his clothes—he was still wearing the same thing from that day, torn and flimsy—soaked into the ground, making the earth burn a vibrant red.

durin had died too, just as nigredo had. he was the only one left. the only one left of rhinedottir’s creations, accused of killing the first and nearly dying to the second.

or…

well, he certainly wouldn’t be surprised if she’d kept her other projects quiet. he was hardly allowed to leave the lab, let alone the palace, so who knew what she was up to? it could be any number of things, knowing her.

he pushed himself up on shaky limbs, uncharacteristic anger fueling his thoughts. he never hated rhinedottir before, but now that he was betrayed, what point did he have to try and care for her? she never gave him her love, so why did she deserve his?

with a hand on the wall—flesh melded into stone, he didn’t think about how long durin had been sitting here lest he be paralyzed by time—he began to stumble toward the exit of the cave, his legs stiff. he felt like when he was first created, shaking and confused, except now he knew that he was weak due to muscle atrophy and not his nerves struggling to fire.

(“there you are,” she had smiled. “let me help you down, i’m sure it’ll be hard on your own.”)

(it was. he clung to her as his lifeline, hands shaking and knees wobbling. the room was bright, loud, his mind pinging from object to object as he reached for anything he recognized. how strange, to be formed fully conscious and yet without any knowledge of the world around you. no words to describe the softness of the cot she sat him on, no name for her eyes as she gently picked up his hand, tracing the tremors.)

(“are you scared?” he didn’t know what that was. the lab was confusing, emotions he didn’t know how to handle bubbling and overflowing. “i’ll take care of you, it’s okay.” a hand to her chest, a soft call of her name, the first word he ever knew one that belonged to her.)

(he’d done his best to learn to say it, but he was imperfect. his hands quaked, his tongue was stiff, and by the time he’d managed to say it in full she had corrected him to ‘master.’ he only learned the concept of time when he was told he was using too much of hers, sequestered to a corner of the room where she didn’t have to look at him.)

(maybe that was why he wasn’t given a name. why would he have one when he couldn’t even recite it?)

with a shake of his head the memory was cleared, mind once again centered on the cave. perhaps he should sit, try to clear the fog over his head… the air was getting colder the further he went from the heart, white dust flickering in the air. ash? no, too bright…

he lowered himself to the ground carefully, leaning against stone. already he was tired, and he’d barely made it halfway out. how long was he… not asleep, perhaps unconscious? he didn’t know.

something was—howling? calling? what was the word? was all that time spent with a dictionary was for naught?—loud, crying out and filling the whole cave. maybe whatever was moving the white… what was it? it looked soft where it piled on the ground, yet to survive in the cold air… all of it melted before it reached him, but he wanted to know what it was.

(curiosity.)

the ground was rocky, but he had plenty of practice in pulling himself where his legs could not take him. across the lab, into a chair, to the shelf when his master was too busy to get it herself. he guided himself around a sharp stone, stopping a few inches away from the substance. already some of it was beginning to land on his clothes, settling into the creases as he pulled his legs up to his side to sit more comfortably. he lifted his hand, watching as a few of the particles landed in his palm. they were small, details too fine for him to fully pick out. they melted slowly in his hand, fading away, but many more soon took their place. they were cold, but he hardly felt the chill anymore, transfixed by the sight. they had to have a name, right? something soft, to adequately describe the gentle fall when they weren’t whipped around by whatever force lay outside the cave, had to…

“have you never seen snow before?”

snow. snow. ah, that was a nice word for it.

“i haven’t.”

he looks up, finally, and sees another man standing there. he has light hair and a blue shirt, a white lab coat overtop. an odd orange crystal sits at his collar, just below a diamond shaped mark on his skin in the same color.

“who are you?”

they both ask the question at the same time, and he’s surprised by how hollow he feels when asked. he doesn’t have a name, not even a designation or title. anger began to spark in him again, but was cut short by the other man putting a hand to his chest.

“i am the chief alchemist of the knights of favonius, here to determine any changes resulting from the uncharacteristic ley line activity recently.” an alchemist… his master was an alchemist, wasn’t she? was she still alive? maybe she knew this man- could he see her again? would she remember? maybe him being eaten by durin was a fluke, maybe she’d say sorry and maybe his survival was enough proof of his worth that he’d get what he’d longed for for so long.

“my name is albedo. what is yours?”

the world stopped turning. the snow stopped falling. everything froze, his world sharpening to a pin, his breath pausing as he looked into the eyes of the man with a name.

the creation with a name. albedo.

“…her magnum opus.”

albedo blinked, but didn’t seem all that surprised. “so you are another of master’s students.”

‘student.’ he was lucky she afforded him a spare pen, but he was taught?

(what did he know? he wanted to know too. what did his master do? what else was there to learn? how many books of knowledge existed beyond the four walls he’d grown to hate? could he finally put the sights to the names? what was the sun and how did it rise, what was a day and how did it end, what was the world and how did it work?)

(curiosity.)

“how interesting. she told me of a few trials before me, but i didn’t expect you to be-“

“were you created too?”

say no. say no and tell him he wasn’t the only one. say no and say it wasn’t his fault. say no and say he wasn’t a failure.

“…yes. i was.”

anger was bubbling and beginning to rise, irrational and yet uncontrollable. he shouldn’t be angry at albedo, he’d done nothing wrong, but his heart refused to obey.

“did she speak of me?”

“i don’t know. she spoke about durin, sometimes, and mentioned one of my predecessors. are you nigredo?”

nigredo died. nigredo died, and yet he was worth more of her time.

how?

what made him so imperfect? what was wrong with him being a first attempt? that didn’t mean failed. first didn’t mean failed, it meant first.

he was the first. had she not completed what she set out to do? synthetic life, an abiotic creation, proof of her knowledge and ability, proof it could be done at all. what part of him made him so inherently worthless? why did she want perfection? why couldn’t he be perfection?

albedo walked closer, more details coming into focus. the buckles on his coat—not a lab coat, then, or perhaps an altered one?—and the lines on his boots clear enough he could see them. when he crouched in front of him, he could see the gem on his collar sway slightly, the spikes on its inlay now visible. he leaned away, one hand tightening into a fist where he’d set it in the snow, the cold sinking into his palm. it rushed up his arm and into his chest, settling right next to the burn of his anger.

“when did you get your name?”

“when i was first able to ask for it.” albedo took his hand despite how he tried to pull it away, easily overpowering him. “interesting. you don’t appear to have any body heat of your own, and yet are shivering.”

(anger.)

“are you scared?”

(rage.)

“has she sent you? is that why you’re here?”

“not at all.” he let his hand fall, idly swiping a bit of snow from his shirt. his hand was warm. “i came here to inspect durin’s heart. did you come from there?”

(righteous fury.)

the snow in his hand packed together, the swirl of flaming anger and frigid resentment making his chest heaven as he took in air he didn’t need.

“i was eaten by him.”

“you survived being eaten by a dragon? a commendable feat. did you dig your way out?”

with hands that shook and eyes that couldn’t cry, supported on weakened legs and with bones barely able to keep me up. were you fed as often as i was? you look much less wiry.

“is that why your hands are shaky? perhaps i should take you to my lab…”

yes, the lab, take me there and fix everything that’s wrong with me, give me writing exercises and assure me it’ll pass, that i’m something broken, that you know better, that i was never and would never be what you wanted or strived for. tell me often enough and i’ll believe it, i’ll believe you when you say i’m wrong, believe you when you say it won’t hurt, believe you when you promised it would be okay, for you were the master and i were the slave-

a string that wasn’t his snapped, another’s anger channeled through him. all he could see was red, a chalk heart in his ears demanding he hit before it was returned. who, he didn’t know, nor why, a torrent of thoughts released through him, years of anger melting the ice around them.

albedo didn’t deserve his anger, not really. but his master did, and he was the closest thing.

#technically sagau but i got so fucking carried away #genshin sagau #genshin impact #sagau #genshin #self aware genshin #albedo #sagau albedo #subject two #primordial albedo #susbedo #rubedo #genshin self aware au #rhinedottir #dorian genshin #fakebedo #mm hate that one #but idk how else to tag this poor boy #this isn’t anything it’s just a fucking character study #but by the seven. i am. tired #need to get this out and get whatever scraps of internet points i can #if i have enough energy i’ll finish the rest of this

[malkaviian]

the unhinged mav drawing posts the day after tomorrow and i've debated a million times whether to let it post or create an account for these type of not-so-sfw drawings

#then again i put it under a read more + tagged it as much as i could + still put warnings before the read more. #so idk what else im supposed to do. imma be honest and say i created a kinky sideblog to reblog shit im too embarrassed to reblog here #but i have yet to use it lol. i could use it maybe?? but then having a following is kinda hard ooooof. #i still dont have that much on the general art blog. it took me a lot to get 9 fucking followers. its ok though #i appreciate the 9 people who saw my art and decided to follow; thats more than i think i deserve lol (and i have 55 on insta) #but thats also why i dont want anyone to unfollow i will die. #theres the chance i either attract kinky people who like to see a boy with a collar and a leash all bruised and with cuts #or 🐜s who will cancel me for having not so approved kinks; or just kinks in general #(i never talked about mav's paraph1l1a directly on there; although i have a drawing queued for tomorrow that very vaguely hints at it) #(but you literally need to know more about his character to even realize lmao and i have yet to write his toyhouse) #also; you know how 🐜s are. violence ok but sex no. i could draw someone all gory but if the context is kinky #then suddenly is irredeemable and how can i do that to the poor pixels who belong to me. #anyway this whole post was me wondering whether i should cancel the posting and post it in the kink blog i have #or let it post in the regular art blog and god knows what will happen. idk as i said getting even the slightness of disapproval #will send me into a spiral. a. #lilith whispers

[lewisvinga]

both of them | charles leclerc x fem! reader x alexandra saint mleux

summary; fans think charles is cheating in alexandra after fans see his interactions with y/n, the truth shocks them even more

fc; sabrina carpenter

warnings; cursing i think

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; requested ! slowly but surely recovering from this cold, so expect some more posts soon ( hopefully 🤞 )

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[caption 1; guess where i’m going 😁] [caption 2; forza ferrari sempre ❤️]

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[malarign]

hi can i get an enhypen when you are jealous ? also can you tag @chmberfve that’s my account but i’m not logged in at the moment 🩷

invidia

contains: ot7 x fem!reader | genre: angst, fluff | tw! mention of nam joohyuk and stray kids’ bangchan and felix, honestly idk what else i have no energy to read that sorry | wc: 1,6k

author’s note: sorry it took so long @chmberfve!! hope you like it though!

Lee Heeseung | 이희승

heeseung really loved it whenever you came backstage with them during promotions

it wasn’t something unusual though, since you were one of their stylists

but apart from preparing his makeup, you had to sometimes take care of the others

which well, he didn’t really enjoy watching

no matter how many times it happened he just couldn’t get used to it, especially today when you had to do pretty detailed makeup for jay

“Can you hold your head straight? I’m begging you Heeseung,” one of the stylists sighed countless time and just forcefully made him face the mirror and not the two of you.

He huffed and tried to watch you in the reflection of the mirror but to his dissatisfaction, you were completely out of sight.

“Open your eyes now for me,” you asked Jay, completely unaware of the simmering with jealousy boyfriend who maybe didn’t see everything, but he could hear everything.

His stylist went to grab another brush was his cue to grab a chance and take a look at the situation to his left. The view made him open his mouth slightly and furrowed his brows.

“Maybe just sit on his lap, wouldn’t it be easier that way?” he blundered out, making you stop and finally realize what your boyfriend has been going through.

You covered your mouth, in an attempt to suppress your laugh.

“You think that’s funny?” he mumbled under his nose, not completely aware of two hair rollers on his bangs that made him look rather hilarious.

“Kinda, yeah.” Your voice came out muffled.

He wanted to argue more, but he got interrupted, by his poor stylist, who now didn’t waste time to ask him, but just forcefully moved his head, saving you from another nag.

Park Jongseong | 박종성

let’s just say you shouldn’t have covered heeseung when you spotted him napping

poor boy got woken up by jay snatching it from his body

too confused to ask questions he thankfully just got on his side and continued sleeping

while jay stood still with the said blanket in his hand

giving you one of those disappointed looks

“How about you cover your boyfriend when he’s taking his nap?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Babe, you’re going to wake him up,” you reasoned and brought your pointer finger to your lips.

“I don’t care, why do you do?” he said even a bit louder and quicker.

He would look intimidating with the way his jaw got tense and palms squeezed in fists, if not for the pout on his lips. You couldn’t help but smile while taking a few steps to get closer to him.

“You’re so cute when you’re jealous,” you mumbled against his lips before planting a soft peck on them.

His brows raised. “Me? Jealous?” He pointed at his chest with his pointer finger. Nodding you noticed a pair of eyes watching you from the couch.

“That was so disgusting,” said Heeseung, clearly awake now and disgusted from your mushy moment.

Sim Jaeyun | 심재윤

the moment he saw you talk with felix and chan he was so happy

he really wanted you to meet them and get along

but ig he didn’t expect you to get so close in just one gathering??

unfortunately for you (and him) he’s a pouty jelly bf

so the moment it was just the two of you he asked you an unreasonable amount of questions

“Do you like Felix more than me?” You could swear he was just on the other side of your living room yet he somehow teleported next to you causing a mini heart attack.

“What? No, of course not,” you said confused, scanning his sad eyes and pouty lips.

“How about Chan? Do you think I should work out more?” he continued his interrogation with you.

A smile crept to your lips watching his manic state, but you finally had to stop this madness. Cupping his cheeks managed to make him shut his mouth and finally look at you after minutes of him avoiding your gaze.

“I’m overreacting, right?” He bit his lower lip and smiled sheepishly.

“Maybe a little,” you chuckled and gave him a quick peck. “You have nothing to worry about, though. I don’t want them, because they’re not you.”

Park Sunghoon | 박성훈

now you would definitely know when his feeling jealous by his unusual silence at home

not even your lame jokes would make him utter a word

and today you completely crossed the line by borrowing a hoodie from sunoo

tbh you knew that he would react like this but c’mon

at least you had an excuse to cling to him even more, as an apology

Sunghoon brushed past you coolly for the nth time that evening, this time nonchalantly taking a juice from the fridge you were currently rummaging through. You followed with your eyes his silhouette and scanned his features — nose raised high and adamant look typical for his jealousy now decorated his whole demeanor.

“So you’re really jealous about that hoodie.” You closed the fridge and leaned on the kitchen island.

He slowly turned his head to face you, still unimpressed. “No,” he answered shortly.

“So you are!” You poked his side and he glared at you. Before he could say something you already climbed on your toes to plant multiple kisses on his jaw, cheeks, and finally lips. “Nah, you’re not going to bribe me with kisses,” he shook his head after you were done.

“You didn’t oppose it though.” You smiled triumphantly, making him roll his eyes.

“I just don’t understand why you didn’t ask me, your boyfriend, to lend you a hoodie. You know I have plenty of them since you’re constantly cold, yet you asked none other but him…”

Kim Sunoo | 김선우

he really rarely gets jealous, though there are times he just breaks

massages his temples and sighs, doesn’t matter if you do this on purpose

unfortunately (for him) you manage to make him lose his cool with a huge success

“what about me???”

It wasn’t the first time Sunoo recommended a drama, but your excitement and investment in new episodes were definitely higher than usual. And he couldn’t blame you, who wouldn’t fall for Nam Joo-hyuk? However, your obsession started to concern him, leading to his jealousy. But you skipping edits of your own boyfriend only to watch edits of your new favourite actor was the complete crossing of boundaries.

“What are you watching?” Sunoo said snatching your phone and throwing it on the other side of the couch. You opened your eyes wide in shock and somehow managed to not throw hands at him.

“Sun, that was very important!” You tried to get it back but he stopped you.

“You must’ve lost your mind to think he is more important than your boyfriend! Hello? I’m right here!” He argued, holding your phone as far away as he could, while you fought for your life and wellbeing.

“If you saw that edit you would understand!” You tried to bribe him.

“I’m sure engenes edits are much better. Or my fancams. Anything!”

Yang Jungwon | 양정원

now it’s not easy to either make jungwon lose his patience or get jealous

but when he is he rather communicates it with you

telling you he didn’t appreciate the way you ignored him and just talked to heeseung

or how you showed your soft spot for riki and not him (honestly how could you?)

though he has one (1) weak spot which is sleeping on the shoulder of somebody who isn’t him

Jungwon tried really hard not to glare at Sunoo, though it was much harder said than done. You were peacefully sleeping, and after eight long hours of running errands, you just dozed off on his shoulder.

Why couldn’t you just wait a second for him to come back from the bathroom? He left you for not even 5 minutes yet you managed to drift away.

“Are you comfortable?” he suddenly asked, a little too loud.

Sunoo frowned and held his pointer finger against his lips. “You’re going to wake them up. And yes, I am. Thank you for your concern,” he replied and continued scrolling social media.

Jungwon pursed his lips in a thin line, knowing there was only one last thing he could do. “You know she’s sometimes drooling in her sleep, right?”

His question made Sunoo look up, first, he glanced at Jungwon then at you. “Y/n? You can now lean on your boyfriend.” Poor boy got scared of a pool of saliva potentialy forming on his jacket and quickly woke you up.

Confused you looked around and smiled at the view of Jungwon, unaware of his blatant lie continued to slumber now on his shoulder.

Nishimura Riki | 西村力

THIS BABEYY

pouts, sulking and crossing his arms were the main indicators of his jealousy usually caused by you daring to laugh at sunghoon’s jokes

they’re not even that funny? his jokes are way funnier than any of them

multiple sighs and clearing throat interrupted his every word now, all of this accompanied by his intense glares

talk about being petty and sassy

He knew what awaited him the moment he heard your laughter through the door to their dance practice room. Rolling his eyes he walked in nonchalantly, lowkey expecting you to stop but you dared to continue to be in convulsions. Tears ran down your cheeks as your hands grabbed your stomach.

“I can’t!” you managed to utter through giggles, unable to catch your breath properly.

Riki watched you carefully, waiting for you to finally acknowledge his presence. Finally, he cleared his throat, gaining your and the rest of his members’ attention.

“Hi baby,” you said, leaning on his shoulder. He usually would lay his head on top of yours yet he didn’t, making you sit straight. What hit you instantly was his visible pout. “Oh, you’re sulking?”

“I’m not,” he mumbled, but his pout sold him out.

“Ohh, somebody’s jelly!” Jake pointed to him causing a fit of laughter and the teasing began.

thank you for reading! back to the masterlist

#kflixnet #enhanet #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen headcanons #enhypen scenarios #enhypen heeseung #heeseung x reader #niki x reader #sunghoon x reader #jake x reader #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #sunoo enhypen #enhypen jungwon #enhypen riki #enhypen niki

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 18)

au masterlist

notes: this is short but i needed it out and i’ve been much too busy to write lately and i’m running on very little sleep and can barely keep my eyes open

y/ndevils00

liked by jackhughes, ehaula, and 428,715 others

y/ndevils00 we’re not back

we are SO not back.

but you know who IS back?! MY SEXY ASS, 22 POINT HAVING, COMEBACK GOAL SCORING, SNACK STEALING BOYFRIEND!!

despite the unfortunate 5-3 loss against the dish rags, we did get a few good goals tonight, starting with one from everyone’s favorite previously injured man, JACK ROWDEN HUGHES!!!

babygirl also assisted on Uncle Haula-hoop’s goal (the third and final Devils goal)! and in between those goals, Pally pocket got a goal!!

however, towards the end of first, we were down by one, and despite my strongly worded advisory, coach bark pulled my main man Vitek and let the rags score an empty netter….

anyways! bestie number 1 was wrongfully accused and jailed in the second— his crime? his flow was too nice. not very jail worthy, but the bald bitch from the other team had it out for him.

goodnight and please enjoy the last couple photos i took of my sassy boy toy during his post-game interview where he couldn’t keep his eyes off me— can’t say i blame him 🤭

tagged jackhughes, pally_18, ehaula, and dawson1417

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user93 the red m&m in the 3rd pic is sending me 😭

y/ndevils00 give him some respect! he assisted on that goal!

jackhughes i didn’t realize you were saving the cheez-its!

y/ndevils00 they were my work snack! i need food in order to keep my energy to run around the arena!

jackhughes i give you $30 before every game for you to buy snacks??

y/ndevils00 i prefer to use that money for drinky drinks

lhughes_06 that explains so much

dawson1417 he can’t have my hair!

y/ndevils00 baldy should’ve thought about his flow before he shaved his head! i’ll protect your hair!

john.marino97 and how will you do that?

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 the same way i get rid of all the men in my dm’s— beat ‘em off with a stick!

jackhughes MEN IN YOUR DM’S????

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes oh don’t act so surprised! i’m a catch and everyone knows it!

trevorzegras @/jackhughes damn dude, better get a move on with ‘plan alpha-alpha’ before someone snatches up your girl

user66 i love the jack-centric posts! y/n feeds us 🙏

ehaula did you know there’s other players on the team besides your boyfriend?

y/ndevils00 did you know i don’t care about anyone else?

ehaula trust me, i can tell

y/ndevils00 then why are you asking stupid questions you already know the answer to?

ehaula i’m disowning you

y/ndevils00 you can’t do that!

ehaula pretty sure i can!

y/ndevils00 nuh-uh! tell him @/kristen.haula

kristen.haula you can’t disown our niece, Erik!

y/ndevils00 TOLD YOU! NA-NA-NA BOO BOO!

ehaula i can’t believe you’ve wormed your way into my family and won’t leave

dawson1417 yeah, that’s what happens

john.marino97 my mom calls her the daughter she never had

john.marino97 excuse me, where am i?!

y/ndevils00 idk, your couch?

john.marino97 IN THE POST! where am i IN THE POST!

y/ndevils00 oh, you got no points. do better and maybe you’ll be featured

john.marino97 i tried!

y/ndevils00 so try harder?? idk what to tell you

john.marino97 why am i friends with you

y/ndevils00 because i’m hot and funny and smart?

john.marino97 no, that’s not it

user20 poor dawson in the box 😭

_quinnhughes i’ve missed your chaotic energy! can’t wait to see you soon, Dove!!

y/ndevils00 aww! so excited to see you soon huggy! 🥹🤍

jackhughes not once have you said you can’t wait to see me?

lhughes_06 you’ll see your brothers too??

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 okay?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 i’m lost on what that has to do with me?

lhughes_06 NOTHING! it has NOTHING to do with you!

y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 yeah, so it’s irrelevant

nicohischier i hate not playing, but i won’t lie, i love not being on these posts

y/ndevils00 it’s only a matter of time, captain slut!

#media management au! #media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

[nwjws]

10 months (TEASER) - SJY

; SYNOPSIS - when you first meet your best friend’s brother, your first thought is, “holy shit, he’s gorgeous.” your second thought is, “holy shit, he’s a baby.” younger guys aren't exactly your thing, but jake insists that your age gap of 10 months really isn’t that big. 

; PAIRING - jake x fem!reader

; TAGS - one-shot, fluff, angst, younger!jake, older!reader, not by much though, high school au, inspired by their song, best friend’s brother trope ; WARNINGS - cursing, umm nothing else (for the teaser at least)

; WC - 1k (teaser) full fic est. idk probably more than 5k

; RELEASE - hopefully november 15 (on his birthday!) but may have to post pone a little bc i've got a terrible cough

holy shit, he's gorgeous.

jake sim, your best friend's brother, might just be one of the most attractive men you've ever seen in your almost-nineteen years of life. his flawless skin combined with his wild hair gave him that carefree teenage look; the poster boy of a cliché summer fling, coming-of-age movie.

jaena had asked you to join her family at the amusement park, to celebrate jake's birthday. and while you'd known that she had a brother, you'd never actually met him - until now. you suddenly found yourself wishing she had told you to prepare to be blown away by his looks.

you smile at him, giving him a half-hug. "happy birthday!"

jake, snapped out of whatever trance he'd been caught in ever since he first laid his eyes upon you, patting your back. "um, thank you."

your best friend catches him in a headlock, giving him a noogie. "aww, you're eighteen now! no more lying about being an adult online," she teases him.

your heart stops, ears catching on one word in particular. "wait, he just turned eighteen?"

"yeah, he's my younger brother," jaena says.

that has you sitting back against the backrest of your seat, blowing out air as you digested the new information. you glance back at jake, who's eyes are pinned curiously on you.

holy shit, he's a baby.

jaena snorts. jake's eyebrows raise up behind his bangs. did you say that out loud?

"i'm not a baby!" he protests.

"yeah, you are," jaena shoves him lightly.

"woah, my whole perception of you has just changed," you tell him.

jake's jaw drops impossibly further as jaena barks out more laughter.

"what?! what was your first perception of me, then?"

you shake your head, amusement pulling at your features. "doesn't matter now."

as expected, your day at the park was well spent. jaena and jake's parents had gone off somewhere and left you three (and heeseung, who was invited by jake) alone. you guys had ridden the rollercoaster twice, gone on some spinning ride, and a game of laser tag - which, by the way, jake and heeseung had severely lost ('jake! stop staring at y/n!' 'i wasn't!' 'then how did you miss your sister pointing her gun at you when she was right in front of you?!').

when the four of you lined up for bumper cars, jake walked over to your side.

"hey, you wanna share a car with me?"

"me? with you?" you asked in confusion, tilting your head to the side. "why?"

"stealing my best friend from me, jake?" jaena asked.

"precisely," he smiles at her, and takes your hand as you guys reach the front of the line. he pulls you into the passenger seat of a car.

buckling the seatbelt, you jokingly ask jake, "do you need me to hold your hand, you child?"

jake frowns, before his face swiftly contorts into a smirk. "if you feel like you need to hold onto me for support, then sure!"

you roll your eyes at his playfulness. if he'd been older than you, you would have definitely blushed at his reply. instead, he came across to you like a little boy trying to impress an adult. how cute.

it's a fun round, with you and jake bumping into jaena and heeseung's car several times, getting them caught against the edge. when a random pair of strangers you guys didn't know bumped your car, the four of you teamed up and went after the poor kids. you all left the bumper cars ride laughing to the point your stomachs hurt.

after that, jaena dragged you and two boys to the stall games. you and jaena had fun playing one of those shooting games, whilst the other two did something else.

when you met up again, jake handed you three big plushies, a smile as big as them on his face.

"for you!"

jaena scrunched her nose at her brother. "ewww jake are you trying to court my best friend or something?"

"i'm not courting her! what is this, the 18th century?" he maturely poked his tongue out at his sister. "i won these for y/n, you know. do you like them?"

you took one and hugged it. "aw, thanks jakey," you cooed at him, pinching his cheek. "but i think these would find a better place on your bed. you can hug them to sleep."

jake huffed out in annoyance. "why do you keep treating me like a child?"

"because you are a child."

"i'm literally eighteen? i'm a full-grown adult!"

"sorry to break it to you, but eighteen is barely an adult," jaena snorted at him, taking the plushie from your arms.

"how old are you then?" jake asked you, his head tilting to the side. you had to stop yourself from letting out another 'aww'. he looked like a cute puppy asking for attention.

"i'm almost nineteen."

"so you're also eighteen? we're the exact same age."

"no we're not! i'm ten months older," you protested.

"but we're still both eighteen right now! and for the next two months! you're acting like you're my grandma or something..." he muttered.

"well, our age gap was big enough that you were placed in the lower grade. so i do feel like your grandma."

"ten months isn't even that big!" he rolled his eyes.

"why does it even matter?" heeseung shrugs, slipping his hands into his pockets as you guys walk towards the rendezvous point you'd be meeting jake's parents at before going back home.

"because she's treating me like a baby!"

"keep whining like that and i'll start to think that you really are," you tease him, jaena laughing at your bickering.

you purse your lips, suppressing a smile as you watch the cute boy leave his sister's side and move over to yours. a whiff of his cologne attacks your nose, but you don't fight it. it's oddly attractive, until you remind yourself of who it belongs to.

no, no, no way. you gulp down your thoughts and feelings, trying to keep a light-hearted expression on your face. 'keep calm and carry on', or whatever it was that old meme said.

you couldn't let your conflicted feelings show. so you pushed away any and all thoughts that you might be falling for your best friend's brother.

; AUTHOR'S CORNER! HII this is scheduled but anyway i hope i can complete this fic within the next 5 days (pray for me) but if not please excuse me my immune system isn't fighting whatever pathogen i have fast enough

; TAGLIST (open!) perm . @lovelovelovebts @miyseung @babyy-bambii @haechansbbg @gweoriz networks . @kflixnet @k-films @/k-labels . send an ask or comment here to be added!

#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mi's works #kflixnet #k-labels #k-films #enhypen #enhypen x reader #jake sim #enhypen jake #sim jaeyun #jake x reader #jake sim x reader #jaeyun x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #jake fluff #jake angst #jake oneshot #jake imagines #jake scenarios #jake fics #jaeyun fics #ੈ♡˳ - 10 months

[jazeswhbhaven]

He Never Misses! (Leraye Limited Event React I)

Okay so, here's the damn thing about this event.

I loved the amount of peeking into each noble's dynamic with each other so much and I love the fact that this is pretty much a slice-of-life approach to how a "normal" day in Gehenna was and is.

In an overall sense we get a good dose of Sitri, interesting pop-ins from Astaroth and Paimon, and a little surprise visit that had me squealing later.

This, my lovelies is 6 part reaction because I took that many damn screenshots and I honestly wish there was a better way to upload them all on one or two posts without a photo limit. BUT alas...

Make sure to grab a snacky snack, and let's dive in...to the life of long-haired Leraye~ ┬─┬(◕‿◕♡)

So we enter with Astraoth just minding his business and cruising around the palace and Sitri just comes up and starts getting onto him about not being at the palace lol

Turns out he was gone for a while because he was tending to his hobbies which is corrupting...

You hear that everyone? He corrupts anyone so keep your windows open (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

I'm really crying right now, so basically he's telling why it took particularly long this time around because he was dealing with someone who hated their dead-end job. (sounds fucking familiar right?)

nah now think about it, imagine wildly that someone at pb put that in the event as a joke when in reality somebody either once quit before or secretly a current employee can't stand work and low key just slid that idea in....buttt let's get back to the event lmao

Sitri hit 'em with the "Sorry I'll you finish but-" treatment. Though it's for good reason..

Awhhhh Roro...(yes my nickname for him leave me be) LET HIM FINISH

So basically what happened is that Sitri lost his favorite pen (rly?) it's the color of Solomon's hair and he put some of this man's hair in the ink and now he's lost it and he can't find it.

It's funny because Astaroth said the same thing as me "Why would you do that?" but he understood the sentiment behind it and was willing to give Sitri some insight on who to ask to find something like that.

LERAYE!

So our boy has crazy good eyesight. Like dangerously good to the point where I want to swap my eyes out with his because good lord I'd love a reason to not spend money on glasses with these expensive ass lenses.

So fun side note here that everyone leaves their door open except for Sitri, who most likely just likes his privacy or is used to having his door closed because perhaps the room he stayed in during Hades always had the door closed? Something along those lines I would like to think.

So now here are some nice Leraye and Paimon dynamics <3 our poor fave femboy lost his piercing recently and was asking Leraye to help find it. So it appears that either the piercing is shaped like Ppyong like the barette on his hair, or it's as big as he is, which last time I checked isn't Ppyong technically the largest red lump? (idk everyone else is pretty tiny when compared to him in the red lump family)

Okay nvm my previous thing it's shaped like Ppyong (LMAO) and this sounds cute actually, beside the fact that it becomes a fucking bomb all of the sudden (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

like imagine the TSA having a field day finding one of those...

I love how Paimon is like "Someone might die but most importantly my piercing is going to be destroyed :("

Amazing priorities bby, I support you.

Also, Astaroth is interested in how the piercing works and its explosive properties so he wants to tag along (he's so weird i love him) And Leraye with his cheery self is happy to help. So he goes to the window to start his search with those amazing eyeballs of his and his hair is blowing in the wind (imagine bouncy music in the background, his hair flowing and him humming while trying to find it)

Paimon is over here thirsting over watching him and it really fuels my "Paimon probably flirts with the nobles from time to time but he's never serious about it"

So within moments, he says he has a lead but hasn't really found it yet so the three go out looking around and well, so far not so good. This is pretty much the third time Leraye had moved positions and and updated on the status of finding the piercing and Paimon is getting a bit impatient.

You see that little pouty angry face? This event isn't voiced but I can hear him now getting all upset. But tbh I get upset too when I'm trying to find something and it's always "almost, maybe the next place it will be there"

Thanks Astaroth, really helping out here lmao

So it appears that even though he was circliing around alot he finally appears to have a lock in on the piercing's whereabouts which excites Paimon. Astraoth starts being poetic about Leraye's rooftop running and Paimon is just like-

You heard him! Stfu and get your ass movin' Roro!!! (I love how Paimon is super agitated easily when it comes to something he cares about lol)

I threw this scene in here because I was like "ah yes the devil with the good eyes I wish that were me lmao"

okay so pitt stop...because even though he's not known for his endurance he surely wasn't having a problem during his h-scene so....( ͡° ͜ʖ├┬┴┬┴

So when he's catching his breath Paimon and Astaroth catch up whose pretty much questioning how Leraye can even see this far ahead and it sounds like they traveled pretty damn far. (remember it's a flashback so Astaroth didn't know about his abilities yet)

And then out of fucking nowhere Leraye just goes to this random hole in the alleyway and throws something at Astaroth while Paimon is like omfg watch out???!!!

So we find out that it was Astaroth's snake that was in that hole just hiding out. So i noticed his name is Apophis and the described him as white but he's clearly black .-. ANYWAY.

(don't worry everyone he was just coming back from filming his role in Meg the Stallion's music video /j lol) So apparently Apophis was lost and Roro was looking for him but weren't they looking for Paimon's piercing?

Lol Apophis bites Leraye and possibly others when Astaroth isn't around and that's cute. Ofc he'd only trust his owner.

And ofc we find out that the snake has swallowed Paimon's piercing...and I'm just like. Oh yikes...so how are we getting this out? lol

So for this little scene Leraye explains plainly that he can see the shape of the piercing inside Apophis' stomach and yet the other two can't and that Leraye just assumes they can because he's naive in his thinking just like most devils, a childlike wonder and view.

And while Astaroth is reflecting on that Paimon asks for him to get the earring out which again I'm like how is he even going to do that???

┬┴┬┴┤•ᴥ•ʔ├┬┴┬┴ oh.....

he can make his voice deeper?

Me too Apophis...me too. I'm shaking, crying and throwing up.

Because think about that shit...Astaroth coming into your room to just randomly corrupt and fuck with you and even if you are corrupt he has a thing for making it even worse...and then he pulls this poetic, deep-voiced nsfw audio shit on you and now you're committing crimes you never even knew you could because of it.

BUT that stops for now with part 1, phew...only 5 more to go...! (i'm really sleepy rn so I'm going to get a couple hours of sleep and then get up and start back up again lol)

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb leraye #whb astaroth #whb paimon #whb gehenna bois❤️ #whb event #whb spoilers #whb screencaps #let's goooooo noble event!

[heymrspatel]

✨weekly tag wednesday friday✨

thanks for the tag @energievie @sleepyheadgallavich @deathclassic @jrooc @sxltburn and @y0itsbri 🥰

Name: julissa 🤘🏼

Age: treinta y tres. por un mes más. el tiempo pasa y uno no se da cuenta. déjenme tranquila.

Location: ny

Latest music discovery: the last dinner party! they're fun and dramatic and catchy 💃🏻

Latest movie: poor things

Last TV show you finished: i think the last full show i watched was "one day" which absolutely destroyed my entire life (and i already knew what was going to happen... having read the book more than once and watched the movie. i was still ripped to shreds 🥲)

Most recently started book: the charm offensive - which i started weeks ago and immediately forgot about asdlfkj i used to be such an avid reader man... how do i turn that back on?

Most recent trip out of town: uuuh does visiting my sister count? lol i was just there a couple days ago

Most recent trip out of the country: london in january!

Most recent gift you made yourself: the coffee i made myself this morning. best gift.

Most recent gift you made to someone else: i think it was the drawing i made sam for the gift exchange! 🥰

Most recent text message you received: it was from ray 💙

Most recent text message you sent: it was to ray 💙

Last fic you read: currently trying to catch up with "electric blue"! i love those boys so much!

Last drink you had: water

Last thing you ate: cheese 🧀

Latest piece of clothing you bought: a new pair of platform converse sneakers 😉

Latest piece of advice you received: "you deserve to treat yourself once in a while" I'M TRYING TO OK!

Latest piece of advice you gave: i... am blanking out. idk? have i given advice lately? surely? or no?.... *backing away slowly*

Latest thing you promised yourself: not much of a promise, but a hope. i'm hoping to be less scared, to put myself out there a little more, to go for the things i'd like to experience. to give myself space to do so and grace if it doesn't happen as smoothly as i thought it would.

i am very late so i’ll skip the tag! but if you’re reading this i’m giving you a cool rock 🪨

#weekly tag wednesday

[phantomram-b00]

Imma use my hottake post to explain it since I felt I should give more context with this take to explain myself why I have this opinion on the topic of this.

For those who don’t know or don’t wanna look back with the link, it basically that my hottake is that I don’t like the theory of what Crowley’s angel name was/could’ve been. I know this might be a bit controversial since I think everyone in this fandom (not to assume ofc), and whilst I get the curiously since Crowley almost never talk about his time over at heaven, mostly for valid reason that I’ll get to. Before I get into this, I know it been month but I wanna still give that this haunted blog/post does contain heavy spoilers so if your planning to watch good omens or haven’t seen season two yet go watch it and come back here, or you can still read— what can I say, I’m only a phantom that have lot to say about good omens and making it everyone else’s problem. But still spoiler warning ahead! So without further or do,

let get into it and talk about our favorite snake demon and a good old fashion lover boy/girl/enby—

So, okay, seeing Angel Crowley, that’s cool and honestly wholesome— despite the poor trauma he’s going to endure and will sauntered vaguely downward for. I remember hearing the theory about how his name could be Raphael, seen some AO3 tags of Crowley used to be Raphael or just people buzzing what his name could’ve been (even some saying it could be Castiel or Cassiel). And while the curiously of it all is cool, for a while I couldn’t really pin it at first as to why I personally didn’t like it. And Idk if that make be boring or a bitch for not wanting to know, it just to me, I felt why does it matter if Crowley himself don’t even want to remember about his time at heaven?

Sure season 2 when he didn’t even say it might have been what spiked it, but i think the whole point about him is the fact that he clearly moved on from it. Does he still hold resentment? Of course, why wouldn’t he be? And from unfair circumstances too:

But, as we’ve seen from most of the flashback, he moved on from it. He using hell as long as he can (lonely? Yep, which is a perfect parallel to how Aziraphale following heaven—), he doesn’t want to remember the angel he is before, he even said it to Aziraphale when he tried to stop him from killing Job’s kids. But I think of how he’s dealt with is how his trauma grew seeing how he doesn’t want to be considered nice or kind; I feel it goes deeper than just because he’s a demon now, I believe (and this is just my observation), he rather not remember the kinder side he was once before because of how the “light” casted him away and how heaven runs things. So why would he want to be associated with those word when it remind him of his time, he rather not remember it (or in a case run away from heaven as much as he can), he rather associate himself from being mean or remember himself as a demon now rather than an angel he once was. (Even though, he is very kind and I wish to hug him. Don’t start-).

Plus, he more comfortable with his new name now, that’s why he even changed it back at the flashback of the crucifixion of Jesus as his named used to be Crawly (which honestly real.) and changed it to Crowley (now technically he changed it again to Anthony J Crowley, but we hardly heart anyone even Aziraphale say it outside from the blitz flashback, so I kinda wanna count it but I’mma not just incase, but I like the name tho-), and since then, he’ve wore that name proudly and never look back, and Aziraphale an ally he is suppose him and call him by his prefer name. That is him saying “I’m not whoever I was before, so I’m going to change my name to move on from my past”, and honestly I stand, I love the fact he want to move on from his time as an angel/move away from his deadname to be the person he is today, proud of the wily serpent ^v^

“But phantom, that still doesn’t explain why you dislike it?”

You’re right, it still doesn’t so imma explain it a bit more, I just feel it shouldn’t matter what his name was, it really up to his (or Neil’s but this is Crowley we’re talking about) own terms, it him that should be able to say his deadname. And if it never reveal, I wouldn’t care since Good Omens from both season shown, Crowley moved on from his angelic past even if he have the grudges he have now after 6000 years he rather accepts his life now and hopefully with the Angel that have supported him and stood by him. And I know the finally is making it seem like Azirapahel want to change him, but like I said here that I don’t think that the case, I don’t think he would ever want him to revert back to the person he was once before, he could never ask Crowley to do such a thing knowing the progress he made. Like I said and will say again, I think this was Azirapahle (in a poor way given the situation and that their communication is the equivalent of a ghost (invisible as fuck)) to give Crowley a change to fix the broken and toxic system heaven been running on since the dawn of time, to give Crowley the chance to fix what need to be fixed with Aziraphale, and Crowley said no, and I think rightly so in his point of view, heaven did treated everyone especially Crowley poorly and is the main source of his trauma, so I’m happy he said no, it not his place to fix the one thing that in his eyes was broken and have always been. So good jobs Crowley for standing your grounds.

But I’m getting ahead of myself, my point is that, Crowley have moved on and it shouldn’t matter what his deadname was, I think we should all respect that when it come to not just his but everyone’s deadname. Crowley clearly doesn’t have to remember his time on heaven, and I gotta respect that. Because if I was in his shoes, I wouldn’t neither if I was a bit braver than he was.

“But phantom what if it was revealed anyway?”

Again I wouldn’t care, like the commenter said (I don’t know how they feel about tagging so I won’t just to be respectful) and I do agree, if it had to be revealed it should be on his own terms. And I do agree, it is up to Crowley, he should be able to say it as it could garner the impactful moment, especially if he does say like “I’m not *this name* anymore” or whatever he’ll say in season 3, (which please let it be greenlit, I’m begging atp).

And honestly, I don’t doubt it really, it seem it might be revealed, which, fine, this is Neil’s work so gotta respect. Just I hope it on his term, and that no one else say it, I don’t even want aziraphale to say it. Just him. He deserve it.

But that’s my take on it. That’s my spew on this. Might be boring or lame to not be curious, but honestly like I said, he’ve going down a path away from heaven and accepted what happen to him. May not be in a healthiest way but regardless I love this demon and I am happy he moved on and I can’t wait to see him again in season 3, David Tennant a perfect Crowley and I wouldn’t have it any other way ^v^

But I hope you enjoy my yet another insane ramble of this show, frankly this show is becoming my life atp and I don’t hate it. I love this show, it my comfort, I’m happy to have this show; if you want to ask me any other questions you can in the AMA box or comments, but also tell me what do you guys think of this theory? Do you love it? Have qualms with it? Or anything? Tell me in the comments or reblog. As always this is phantom, imma go haunt somewhere else.

#antony j crowley #anthony j crowley #crowley is so gender #angel crowley #good omens crowley #crowley needs a hug #crowley good omens #I love this character #not because I’m aziraphale atp #okay maybe a little #but shhhh #crowley is a snake #crowley #azirowley #Aziracrow #ineffable husbands #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens fandom #good omens season 2 #good old fashioned lover boy #good omens theory #good omens discussion #hottake #no nuance november #no nightingales #we could have been us #please I want them together they made me believe in love #I want to make a post about ineffable husband and why they my comfort ship maybe one day

[hurlumerlu]

miw/neo/shin for the ship ask ?

Well obviously you can guess that I love them, I haven't been subtle about it (also thank you for diving in the tag and providing me with good gifsets u.u) I love them individually - though Miw's the best and the guys are both sometimes irritating in their own way, you can't change my mind - and I love them as a trio, but I also love how they (still as a trio) interract with other characters in universe and narratively, and I love every single side of their triangle, though again : Miw & Shin have such a fun and surprisingly meaty dynamic, it's definitely my favourite out of the three.

On that subject, it is really nice to see a polyamorous triad that isn't a perfect triangle but where the non-romantic side is given (roughly) as much weight as the romantic ones. Neo isn't here when Miw and Shin meet, and something sparks without him. There's this shift, in their first bedroom scene, where Miw is bringing forth this cute and nice persona but respond to Shin's attempt at sincerity by deciding that putting her more abrasive self forward is a risk worth taking, and it's pretty pivotal ? After that Shin trusts her even when it's... pretty obvious she's lying, and she reciprocate by simply wanting to spend time with him without expecting anything from him. Like, their friendship started before The Clusterfuck, it could have blossomed on it's own, and it is important from that point on (Shin #1 Miw defender).

That being said, I also enjoy having a f/m/m polycule where the woman isn't the arrow's head. I feel like the very few stories who depict this kind of situations tend to rely on the men being bro but desiring the same woman in a weird attempt to, idk, retain some heterosexuality ? Not that it works. But here it feels like they went out of their way to avoid that, and I am here for it. Everyone gets their turn in the middle, but Neo is the clear linchpin of the throuple. Remove him and they fall appart, because of their respective insecurities. "It's time for this movie to end", say Miw, because why would she saddle the rich boy with her trashy mess ? and Shin doesn't object because why would he bother this cool girl that his crush loves more than him ? The three of them are stupidly self-sacrificial in different ways. But yeah, it's Neo's belief that when it comes to love they are allowed to have it all that keeps them together and it's just sweet.

Speaking of insecurities, I appreciate that it does actually take more than them fucking once for their relationship to be all smooth sailing, and that most of their hangs-up are pretty realistic results of, uh, living in our world. Like, Miw & Neo's poverty and their complicated relationship re: sex-work that they keep throwing in each other's face (Neo straight up calling Miw a whore, Miw arguing that Neo's a bad romantic prospect because he's poor and vulgar and uneducated) ? And you cannot convince me that Shin's conviction that he's just not as important to them as they are to him is partly from experiencing homophobia and seeing himself as the gay option vs Miw/Neo as the normal path anyone would want to take. I mean obviously gangster dad is the biggest obstacle in their path but I like that they also face internal ones. I'm often frustrated by the way polyamory is sometimes presented as the solution to love triangles (especially in fandom spaces) because imo, the neat narrative thing an OT3 does isn't that it solves the problem, but that it creates different ones. The show does it beautifully.

On a more, idk, bird-eyed view perspective ? I greatly enjoy just watching them blaze accross Thailand ruining lives without meaning to. The Mae/Phon/Ter mirrorverse doomed trio, Neo's boss, that guy Oat, the hotel manager and her family, Neo's brother, Luang I guess, even arguably Vanika... never has a polycule been such an ill-omen. Incredible Natural Disaster Energy. Three will be free and yes that is a threat.

UGH there was something else I wanted to talk about but I forgot what it was, I didn't expect this to get this long and also I'm sick and my brain isn't working super well right now. Anyway : never forget Neo fucked the step-son right after the step-mom. Or that time when Miw flirted with Neo's brother, while Neo watched them with jealousy, while Shin watched HIM with jealousy. Terrible work, team, eat some pot-brownies and then hit the showers.

#congrats to PP for not only surviving the miw/neo/shin typhoon but getting a sugar daddy out of it #3 will be free

[eruherdiriel]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @cellsshapedlikestars. Thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

5.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

40,689.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

ASoIaF/GoT, mostly Jonsa.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Well, lucky me, I have 5, so you get to see them all:

In the blood (the first thing I published, and it predates everything else by about 6 months so it makes sense)

Your crimson hands all over me

My eyes were wide open

The poor thing in the road, its eyes still glistening

Darlings (my ficlet collection)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. I like the interaction, and I like acknowledging I saw people's comments.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None of them really end with angst. I have an upublished WIP that would end in angst but IDK if I will finish it. Angstiest overall is probably "The poor thing."

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uh, they all end on a positive note if not outwardly happy. The most lighthearted overall is my "Pumpkin" ficlet.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not much actually, and I've been theorizing about why while also being grateful for it. The rudest thing someone has said actually didn't bother me that much, and I had (I thought) a solid response to it. Shout out to the commenter who replied to that thread and agreed with me. You're a real one, whoever you are 😅.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Only pretty mild stuff. x

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Hopefully not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Jonsa ...

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

So far, I've only published when I was 98% sure I was done with a piece, and I'll probably stick with that because it suits the way I write (out of order, feeling my way around in the dark, general chaos lol). But I have LOTS of unpublished WIPs, including multichapters. I am trying to believe I will finish the one that I am currently trying to make progress on 🫠, but how much I believe it depends on my mood.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Ummm rhythm of the text? I just made that up.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I rarely outline. I actually like the feeling of uncovering a story as I write, but boy does it bite me in the ass sometimes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Go for it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Wrote and published = Jonsa. I started a Bellarke (The 100) fic several years ago but never finished or posted it. I only started writing fic seriously about a year ago.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Whichever one I've published most recently 😆. But I don't think I can pick. I'll just say "My eyes" because I like the concept and it hasn't had a second shout out here.

Tagging @estherruth-jonsatrash @jonsaslove @esther-dot @ofsansa @greenhikingboots if you want.

#tag game #writing #fanfiction

[serenanymph]

how well would your ocs do against a cockroach tag game

rules: yeah that's it. that's the tag. idk if anyone has done this before but rate your ocs by how well they'd do against a cockroach.

gonna be a lil annoying and tag a biiiiit more people sorry lol. no pressure to join in tho!!! and anyone else who wants to can hop in. @lyssa-ink @reneesbooks @macabremoons @space-writes @squarebracket-trick @scribbling-stardust @toribookworm22 @lorenfinch @sapphos-scientist @e-klair @arctic-oceans @sidhewrites @loopyhoopywrites @hallwriteblr @talesofsorrowandofruin @cream-and-tea

(anyway the rest is under the cut bcuz I have a LOT of characters so I'm gonna go a bit insane. Pulling from Beast as always)

Crys: - doesn't bat an eyelash, kills it easily - merciless, 10/10

Icarus: - a lil startled, will jump if it flies at him, but manages to catch it and set it free outside - 8/10. this boi is too good for this world

Rhyme: - begins by trying to smash it to a pulp - rapidly gets more and more irritated when she keeps on missing - finally lets out a primal scream of rage and fireballs it - 6/10 because she nearly burns down the house

Sol: - lets out an undignified squeak - leaves the room - if it flies at him he's sprinting out of there - 3/10

Dahlia - rolls up a newspaper and whacks it a few times?? like a normal person??? - 9/10

Beatriz: - faints - poor bbg can't handle the terror - 0/10 - alternatively shoots her feathers and skillfully punts it out the window - so overall actually 5/10

Honorary mentions

Iri and Yuan: - incoherent screeching - KILL IT KILL IT WITH FIRE - both trying to get behind the other - so many feathers embedded in the floor. so many - Iri scales up Yuan's back and stays there on his shoulders like an overgrown squirrel - 0/10

Jorge and Jordan - they catch it - and store it with their dozen other cockroaches used to prank people - 10/10, but I'm docking points for the malicious intent

#is this?? how you make a new tag game??? I have no idea actually but whew that's a long title #I have an itch to make an entire series of hyperspecific oc tag games. Why #breaking news: local author takes avoiding writing to a new level as she starts infodumping about her ocs vs cockroaches instead #my posts #writeblr #writeblr community #wip: beast #beast #tag game #sorry if this is a bother!! (I'm mildly nervous about tagging these many people hhhhhhh) #(“lol” I say silently shaking in my boots) #I am going to get a good grade in making a tag game. something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve #and uhhhh CHARACTERS. oh dear there are so many #char: crys #char: icarus #char: rhyme #char: sol #char: dahlia #char: beatriz #char: jordan #char: jorge #char: iri #char: yuan

[scarrletmoon]

im not trying to start shit so im not tagging this but i'm just thinking about ed/izzy and how it doesn't make sense

like. izzy feels like the shitty ex who's convinced you that no one else gets you and no one ever will, so as uncomfortable as you feel with him, as much as it feels like you're missing something, you don't know exactly WHAT you're missing. plus, you've never had a relationship that's lasted as long as this one, and everyone says relationships are hard work. so maybe this IS what you deserve. at the end of the day, yeah he's an angry little fucker but he's loyal. you know he'll always have your back bc he's dedicated like no one else. and what's a relationship if not respect and loyalty?

except izzy has a very concrete but wrong idea of who ed is. he wants ed to fit a certain mould, which has severely stunted ed's growth and made him miserable.

i get ed/izzy as like, a terrible toxic relationship where two people stay together bc they think they have no one else -- izzy clings to ed bc blackbeard represents everything he wants to be as a man, ed stays with izzy bc he's useful and like, look at the poor guy, you can't just ditch him after 20 years. ed's not HEARTLESS. izzy's good, deep down.

deep, deep down

but then you see how stede immediately sees the best in ed, knows that ed can do better. stede brings out the softer parts that ed's been unable to access for years, doesn't shame him for not being a paragon of manliness or whatever. ed is HAPPY with stede.

and like, stede is a BITCH. he's selfish, obnoxious, shamelessly grandiose and loves being the center of attention, will happily ignore other people's needs to serve his own and also somehow has such terrible self esteem that he thinks he doesn't actually matter at the end of the day

but stede CARES. he never tries to really change anyone to fit an image he approves of. he doesn't go out of his way to harm anyone unless they've harmed him or someone he loves. his loyalty isn't conditional; when he loves ed, he loves him exactly as he is. and i think the reason why he dislikes Jack so much is bc jack turns him into this dumb frat boy who doesn't think for himself and he knows ed is better than that. ed reads it as judgement bc that's all he's ever gotten from others. but stede means it as "there is so much good in you already" rather than "i wish you would change into a shape i approve of"

so like. WHY DO PEOPLE THINK ED WOULD BE HAPPIER WITH IZZY. ed isn't even romantically attracted to izzy? izzy clearly, obviously, is HOPELESSLY in love with ed. but it's worse for both of them if they stay together, as friends or romantic partners. if they stay together, they stagnate. apart, ed can flourish. idk about izzy but maybe he'd be less of a cunt if he loosened his sphincter and learned that he doesn't ACTUALLY have to control everything in his sight

i get relating to izzy as someone who's been in love with someone who'll never love them back, but like. i'm sorry. im so sorry. but you should think better of yourself than izzy. you don't have to be miserable, and part of finding your own happiness might involve leaving the person you've been in love with for years who's never going to give you what you need

not saying you can't like the little gremlin but i'm just very confused about people who impart this softness onto him that doesn't actually exist, and won't exist until he exhibits some desire to change as a person

anyway if anyone comes to this post or my inbox cussing me out for this, im just blocking on sight bc i'm not fighting with izzy fans again who'd rather be cruel than either engage respectfully or just ignore me

if you dont like what i have to say, the block button is literally!! right there!!

#scarrlet rambles #having Thoughts #i dont think any of this should be controversial but i bet it will be! #im already tired lmao

[gamora-borealis]

hi so im one of those ppl that watched dnp religiously years ago and ive been out of the loop for a long time so what’s the thing about the wedding theory & the phil tag thing? if you dont mind explaining or maybe pointing me in the direction of someone else who could?

Oh well hello welcome back! Very long rambley answer under the cut :)

Tbh there's been way more insane stuff that's happened since, but in 2022 the biggest thing that had happened was Dan released his video "Why I Quit YouTube" where he announced that he was going on a solo tour ("We're All Doomed") and making some YouTube videos to go along with / promote the tour ("Dystopia Daily"). So I don't remember the exact details (I bet if you search dan and phil iceland on tumblr you might find some stuff), but Dan's tour was supposed to end in Iceland, and based on some stuff his friend PJ said on twitch it seemed like maybe he (and his gf) and Dan and Phil were going to have a vacation in Iceland after the last show. And idk if there was anything else (like maybe based on stuff they were liking on social media idk lol) people were like... what if they are having a wedding in Iceland after the last show? Apparently Iceland has been advertised as a gay wedding tourism destination too so idk. I think tumblr phannies were just bored and clowning but also it was 2022 which was the infamous prophesized year they were supposed to get married (based on a joke Crabstickz made years ago), so there was this thought like, what if they get married in early 2023 (when the Iceland show was supposed to be) out of spite.

Anyways, the Iceland show ended up getting cancelled. I'm not exactly sure why, but there were some other cancelled shows too and some people suspect it was due to poor ticket sales / too many shows in one city / issues with venues (maybe they were scheduling some that were too big) / issues with promotion (dan's management and touring agencies left most of the promotion to him outside of the standard local venues in-house promotion). Both Dan and Phil got new management this year after all that (Dan now has an agent for his comedy / touring stuff, Phil has an agent for his own channel, and then they have another agent for the gaming channel).

Anyways, 2023 kicked off and Dan and Phil started doing all kinds of insane stuff, which that's a whole other long post about how wild this year has been (Japhan 3.0, OnlyPhans, Gaming Channel comeback, Dan being a slutty nun for Halloween baking, Catboy calendar, etc) and they have been pretty open and comfortable together online lately (while still being fairly private) and more settled in their lives that some people actually think they might actually be getting married. Which, idk maybe we are just being insane again but this time I actually do think it's more believable lol. They bought/designed a house together (though I think it's actually a condo? penthouse? something like that) and Phil has had some health issues so even though they might not really be the kind to want to get married, some people are wondering if they might do it for legal reasons and also to maybe celebrate their relationship with family since Dan came out to his family and then like 9 months after their coming out videos the pandemic happened. Also doesn't help that next year is their 15th anniversary, which the anniversary of the first day they met takes place on the same day Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance are performing at the We Were Young Festival 2024 lmaooo. I mean some people are still convinced that they are queerplatonic and romantic exes or something like that but there's a lot they have shared that heavily implies that they aren't.

Okay, now the Phil tag examiner... Idk there was this blog that kept sending people asks anytime they posted something in the Dan and Phil or dnp tags that didn't explicitly mention Phil, and were like "hello this is the Phil tag examiner please keep posts only about Dan out of the Dan and Phil tag" and it was kinda funny to be honest. It stopped after a while idk what happened to them but no one was taking them seriously.

Anyways, I got back into dnp while Dan was on his tour about a year ago, and it's been such a wild year and now is probably like one of the best times to start watching them again there's sooo much new content with the gaming channel and they are being very authentically themselves it's really great.

#dan and phil #dnp #phan #<- for the fandometrics <3 #ask

[sio-lokistiel]

Hi!! So I'm a fairly strong chuck won believer (i have been given some Extremely convincing evidence and I think its interesting to think about so) but I saw a post you made about how that theory disregards cas and jacks arcs and I was just wondering if you could expand on that? I'm super open to interpretations lol and I'm really curious to hear the other side (i haven't seen too much anti chuck won stuff so I dont know the arguments)

Okay, oh boy. I guess part of it is what exactly you mean by “Chuck Won” because I understand it on a censorship level. Yes, Chuck was representing the network. Yes, the network meddled and cut Dean’s reciprocation and we ended up with that garbage finale with pages of [OMITTED] in the script. So, if that’s all you mean by “Chuck Won” then yeah, whatever I guess.

Idk, some people probably feel it’s a legitimate theory simply because Dean died. It seems a lot of the fandom thinks death = bad…and that’s just not the case now that Jack freed the souls. I mean, I can throw quotes from The Mummy and Lord of the Rings at you about how death is the next step in journey. So while I’m no longer upset about Dean dying in general, especially because it was foreshadowed, the way he died was so fucking dumb. That doesn’t mean I think it has anything to do with Chuck.

Cas’ arc was all about self-actualization. His speech in Gimme Shelter explains a good part of it with how he found purpose having a family and becoming a dad, BUT him also realizing that having himself is important, too. Then, oh goodness, we reach the culmination in Despair (The Truth) when he realizes happiness is in the saying, in accepting your truth, both the good and bad bits of yourself. The Empty comes and he reintegrates with his Shadow to become whole and saves Dean, the world, and himself in the process. Yes, that’s a whole bunch of Jungian psychology stuff and it’s a lot to process and I’m probably not doing the best job of explaining it. Most of the Chuck Won theory stuff I’ve seen ignores all that and seems to ignore the canon that Cas IS in heaven. I understand the disappointment of Cas and Dean not reuniting, YET. Corporate fuckery (and Covid) kept it from happening in the finale with the original Roadhouse ending that was planned and then scheduling conflicts and Jensen and Misha agreeing Cas needed more than a cameo kept him from being in The Winchesters.

And Jack. Jack was literally the whole goddamn point. The two big things are he’s possessed and sometimes dead because of this, or he is corrupted somehow. I have never seen a convincing damn argument for either of these things. There’s one post that tries to compare some his mannerisms to Chuck, but is filled with so much straw grasping and reaching I’m surprised the author didn’t need a doctor afterward. Another is that some people project on the poor boy so much and just they don’t like his arc, they want to think something is wrong. There is a lot more Pagan stuff about Jack and the number of mythologies where some god is brought down by being a power hungry dickhead and that comes back to bite them in the ass as a grandchild in Jack’s case removes them from power. There are better people to explain all the Pagan imagery surrounding Jack; my tag #jack is the orphic egg should get you to some really good stuff. I’m also not down to argue about how the last 3-5 seasons are meant to read with a Pagan lens. There was one group who predicted the end of the mothership months in advance and then all of The Winchesters and it wasn’t the people clinging to some white Christian reading.

Last thing, I just personally find the theory really lazy as well. I would legitimately be so disappointed in Jensen and whoever ends up writing the next chapter whether that’s Robbie or someone else if they went that route. Luckily, they are all smarter than that and I can see them seeming to lean into it, but then having the most fabulous rug pull! This is very long, oops.

#jack kline #castiel #spn #spnwin #fuck chuck won #anon ask #hermeticism #long post

[foxesscreamingafterdark]

Training, pt 1?

Please Read the Warnings and Tags Before Continuing, Thank You.

Media; Game + OC (Nightfall)

Pairing; Hisa + Leo

Tags; @nightfallgame

Warnings; kidnapping, cult behavior and speech, tentacle rape, drug use(aphrodisiacs), religious talk(related to the cult behavior), mentions of lactation, Breath play/choking, mind break

Notes; Under the cut for length. Idk when part 2 will be out lol. I found I had a tiny bit of trouble writing Hisa, but I'm not sure why? I can usually write tsundere-type characters pretty well, so idk what's happening there. Maybe it's his specific brand of tsundere-ism

Leo smirks at the boy squirming around on the concrete ground, naked and tied up tightly with rough red rope. The black haired boy is lying on the ground on his side. "My, my, Hisa Igarashi," Leo drawls, gaining him said boy's attention. He lets out a strangled screech that's muffled by a gag. "You know Hisa, this is a first for us. This is the first time The Manic One has chosen someone outside of the cult to bless," he explains, strutting around to grab at the handle on the back of the rope harness. The boy screeches as he's hauled up into a sitting position. Hisa’s eyes widens as he looks up at the man looming over him. The redhead laughs, “Curious, are you?” Leo’s already figured out how to get the poor boy, hook line and sinker. “In fact, you could become the blessed one. We’re in desperate need, truthfully. Our beloved god needs someone pure to bless, only the purest, and simply no one else will do,” he monologues, paying close attention to how Hisa reacts; he’s still apprehensive, but his red eyes scream hope and a bit of pride. He’s been leaning in towards Leo the whole time. He wheels around and kneels down in front of Hisa.

Leo gets close enough he can feel the boy's breath on his face. Hisa tries to pull away, but Leo stops him. “I’ve heard of you, from that monk. Always singing your praises about how pure and good you are. A perfect little angel, right?” He sings, watching as the boy inflates and tries to sit up straighter. “Now you can see why you’ve been chosen for this. Oh, but where are my manners? Our esteemed guest and you can’t even speak!” He fakes his surprise and realization. He unties Hisa’s gag and the boy gasps and sputters. “Well, at least you’ve seen how important I am!” He barks out. “Of course you’re important!”

“If I’m so important, then why not untie me and give me back my clothes?!”

Leo sighs, “You still don’t understand, do you? We need you here, Hisa. There’s no way the monk would’ve let you come with us! He wants to hide you away from people that desperately need your help. And he couldn’t come with us anyway, he’s not clean enough. Not pure enough, he’d ruin everything. In fact, I’m toeing a line by being in this room with you! I’m not as pure or clean as you, either. The Manic One tolerates me enough to allow me to explain things to our blessed-to-be.”

“Explain things? And blessed-to-be?” Hisa blurts out

“Right, I haven’t explained a damned thing, have I? How idiotic of me,” he clears his throat, “We, The Children of Mania, care for our beloved deity. By caring for and feeding him, he purifies us. He cannot receive our prayers on his own, however; he needs a conduit. To do this, he tells his followers to prepare the purest among us to give to him. These people, we call the blessed ones. After his blessing, they can never be tarnished! Some have said he helps them reach a state of nirvana--”

“Feed him?” Hisa asks, interrupting. “Ah, right, I glossed over that, didn’t I? Yes, we must feed him. As I’ve said before, he can’t do this on his own. We give our sins to the blessed one, who receives it on our lord’s behalf. He consumes our sins and impurities through the blessed,” Leo pauses, giving him a second to process this, “If you receive our lord’s blessing, you’ll become impermeable. You’d never have to worry about someone robbing you of your purity, Hisa. You’d play a huge role in sustaining him and purifying the others as well! Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

Hisa’s silent, absorbing the information. The temptation in the air is palpable. “Fine then, since you idiots can’t seem to do it yourselves, I’ll help you. You’re useless without someone to purify you, aren’t you?” He states after a moment, cocky. Leo suppresses his sly smile, “Perfect! Before I present you to him, I need to prepare you. You’ll need to remain tied for this; it’s part of the process, you see.” Hisa nods as he pulls away, remaining sat up straight. Leo flits away to a shelf off to the side and rifles through the cabinet. It gives the smaller boy time to look around; the room is remarkably dark, he can’t see the walls or a door. The only light comes from a candle in a holder on the floor some distance in front of him. He can catch glints of gold, shimmering with the candlelight but he can’t figure out what the structure is. Leo appears in front of him suddenly with a tiny bottle. There’s a small amount of liquid in it, which shimmers with the light as well. “Open up for me, Hisa,” He sings, taking his chin in his hand. Hisa hesitates before opening his mouth. “Don’t spit it out, now, swallow it all,” Leo says as he pours it into the boy's mouth. He gulps it down, shivering as it slides down his throat. It feels like it coats everything it touches on its way down, like oil.

It burns when it hits his stomach and spreads quickly, touching every corner and crevice in him. He lets out an involuntary moan while Leo laughs. “Feels good, huh?” He teases. “What’ve you done to me?” Hisa exclaims. “It’s a simple drink, to open your mind for our lord,” the redheaded man says with a smirk. He kneels in front of the boy, setting the bottle down. Hisa’s body is almost feverishly warm, radiating it outwards. His tiny cock is hard already and painfully red. “So cute~” Leo murmurs, grabbing it between his pointer finger and thumb, making him moan again. “St-stop!” He wriggles around, trying to shake off his hand. Leo simply ignores him, carefully jerking his dick. “This is preparation for The Manic One, Hisa, I need to do this. This won’t ruin your purity, if you’re worried about that,” he finally says. Hisa curses and mewls and moans while Leo jerks him with two fingers until he’s leaking pre. “He won’t like you if you can’t hold out a bit longer,” he tells the boy with a scolding tone. Hisa looks up at him with wide eyes, like a deer in the headlights. He withdraws his fingers, earning a pitiful whine. “Already such a little slut, missing my touch~”

He stands, picks up the candle and walks towards the oppressive darkness. “You can’t just leave me like this!!” The ravenette screeches. “Oh, I won’t leave you here, Hisa,” Leo responds, illuminating the darkness and revealing the thing Hisa’d seen; a large, fully enclosed palanquin decorated with gold. Leo grabs the handle on the door while chuckling, “Prepare yourself, Hisa. You’re about to meet a deity~” He pulls it open. The inside looks endless, like he’s looking up at the night sky. Leo sets the candle down, out of the way. He approaches Hisa and roughly grabs onto the rope harness, dragging him towards the palanquin. Hisa fights back on instinct. “Stop that, you petulant child,” Leo scolds, pulling him up to stand. He grabs his arm roughly, holding him in place in front of the endless void of the palanquin. He starts to untie Hisa’s ropes, letting them drop uselessly. As the ropes are untied, squelching sounds can be heard from the depths of the void. They get a bit louder each second. Writhing pink tentacles worm their way out, slithering their way from every angle and reaching for the doorway. Horror rises up in the bottom of Hisa’s stomach, he’s so tempted to try to run. Leo squeezes his arm as a reminder that he’s being held firmly in place, “Face our lord with courage, Hisa. Fear taints your soul and corrupts your mind.”

A slimy tentacle finds the warm skin of Hisa’s thigh. It wraps around his thigh and wanders upwards. Several more take hold of him, circling his ankles, wrists, legs and arms. Leo lets go quickly and backs away. “Have fun, Hisa! May The Manic One show you no mercy~” he calls. Another tentacle slinks its way around Hisa’s neck and lumbers towards his lips. With undulating motions, the creature starts to drag him into the palanquin. He opens his mouth, ready to cuss this thing out but doesn’t get a single sound out before the tentacle thrusts into his mouth.

When he’s inside, the door closes, leaving him in pitch black. Hisa whines against the tentacle slipping its way down his throat. It’s pleasantly slick and seems to fit in his throat perfectly, throbbing enticingly. He swallows involuntarily and milks out a liquid not unlike whatever he swallowed before; it coats every inch of his mouth and throat thickly and sticks and burns. It’s entirely tasteless and the tingling sensation is almost addictive. By now multiple tentacles are clinging to him, caressing and groping him while leaving slick trails in their wake. Two are wrapped around his abdomen, closing in on his perky little nipples. One pinches his left nipple painfully, twisting and massaging it. The other tentacle shivers, then splits open four ways and closes around his right nipple. It sucks greedily like it’s trying to milk him and only sucks harder when it finds nothing coming out. He lets out a moan, sending vibrations through the tentacle lodged in his throat. Several more tease at his hole, spurting out copious amounts of fluid. One wraps itself around his petite dick, jerking him roughly. Hisa can feel this thing pulling at him until he’s spread out in every way and he feels like he’s suspended in the air. He cums, all too easily. He screams, shivering through the pleasure of his first orgasm. Right at the tail-end of it, one of the creature’s tentacles thrusts into his tight ass, making him scream again. It’s not gentle in the slightest, treating his poor hole like it’s taken more than a few cocks before.

Each thrust makes lewd squelching sounds, which echo in the emptiness. The other tentacles still tease his asshole while he’s getting fucked, like they’re trying to push into him as well. Squeals, moans and groans are forced out of Hisa, though they’re muffled and awful gurgling and choking noises come out as well while that damned thing uses his throat like a fleshlight. The Manic One is relentless, quickly breaking the poor boy down physically while it whispers into his ears;

You’ll find true purity through debauchery.

Let yourself go, Hisa.

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#citrus scale #lemon #dark #writing #oc #tw: cult #OC: Leo #tw: kidnapping #tw: noncon #tw: rape #tw: tentacles #tw: lactation mentioned #tw: breath play #Nightfall Game #tw: religious talk #tw: aphrodisiacs #tw: mind break