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makethatelevenrings · 1 year

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Jason getting begged and babygirled by a Fem or gn reader- 💕 your head canons live in my head rent free

(Love your writing and hope you’re having a wonderful day <33)

heheheh MINORS DO NOT INTERACT please for the love of god go read percy jackson

oh your boy is always working so hard

you worry about him sometimes. he's so tired and stressed. it's like the weight of the world is on his shoulders.

so you take care of him the best way you could

Jason whimpers as you kiss and lick up and down his shaft, his hips bucking into the air as you pump his cock a few times

"So good for me, baby. Isn't that right?" you coo. "You deserve this, don't you?"

He nodded, his lower lip tucked between his teeth and you grin, pressing a kiss to his hip bone

Jason's on his back, legs spread and pulled back towards his shoulders so you have a perfect view of his thick, leaking cock that bobs against his stomach and the puckered hole that you're slowly circling

Spreading his cheeks, you lick a stripe up from his ass to his balls and his breathing quickens

Lubing up one finger, you circle his hole one more time before slowly breaching the tight channel with the tip of your finger. His muscles contract and then relax around the intrusion and you smile at him, your other hand coming to stroke along his cock

"Tell me, Jason, tell me you deserve this."

"I deserve this," he sobs.

"Tell me that you are worthy." You slide your finger in and out, massaging the walls of his hole as they loosen. Another finger fits in soon after. Oh, your good boy.

"I am worthy," he whispers. His hands are gripping the sheets with such a tight hold that for a brief moment, you wonder if they're going to rip

"Oh, baby, you're doing so good for me. My good boy, aren't you? You always take my fingers so well and soon you'll take my cock, right?"

He nods and you pat his thigh before returning your attention to his dick. He's putty in your hands and you love that he trusts you enough to fall apart to you

"Who's a good boy?"

"Me," he cries. "I'm your good boy."

"Oh, you're my best boy." You coat your strap on in lube and position it to rest on his stretched out hole. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, please." He looks so beautiful like this. Cheeks flushed, eyes glazed with pleasure, and lips parted as he breaths through the building orgasm.

You slowly fuck the tip in and he throws his head back with a choked out moan. With a shallow thrust, more of your cock slides into his hole and he whimpers. Another thrust. Another. Deeper and deeper until your brushes against his prostate and his legs are shaking.

"Tell me you're beautiful," you whisper as you fuck into him.

"I...." he hesitates, as if he can't believe the words. You still your hips and plant your hand next to his head, bending down so your lips brush over his. His teal eyes lock with yours and you tsk your tongue.

"Tell me you're beautiful, Jason Todd." You take in his body with its scars, stretch marks, and various bruises and marks from his night job. His muscles flex under you and you pull away from his lips to press a kiss to a scar right over his chest.

"You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen, Jay. Adonis in the flesh. Every piece of you...I can't even describe what you do to me. And you're heart is so kind." You roll your hips and he yelps at the return of pleasure and pressure.

"I...I'm beautiful," he sobs. "I deserve this."

"That's." Each word is punctuated with a thrust. "My. Good. Boy."

Your lips press to his and you swallow his cry as milky cum spurts out of his aching cock. Tears leak out of the corner of his eyes and you kiss them away, your hand resting over his heart as you feel him tremble beneath your touch.

"So good for me, baby." You pull out of him and smooth his hair down. "So good. Always so good. How do you feel?"

"Good," he breathes. "Perfect. Thank you."

You give him a moment to catch his breath as you clean off your toy and wash your hands and then you help him into the shower where you kiss along his body and scrub shampoo into his hair.

Jason puts his body on the line every night. The least you could do is help him love it.

Valentine's Day is three days away!!!

#jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #jason todd imagine #red hood x reader #red hood smut #red hood imagine #valentine’s day series #barking #big boy #mdni

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the-mcyt-crackships-brackets · 3 months

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PSA: These Brackets contain multiple Ch!WilburSoot ships, We DO NOT stand with CC!WilburSoot actions, and send all of our support toward shubble, if you are uncomfortable with these ships, please don't interact and/or block the wilbur soot tag. if those ships are too problematic, they can be replaced. anyway his ass got destroyed

Welcome to the MCYT Crackships Bracket!

Here, we will be seing which crackship is the best, and because that statement is vague, you get to make your opinion!

Each crackships was randomly agenced from Characters You chose! (This also sadly means we can't take more submissions, at least yet (mcyt crackships brackets V.2. Confirmed ???))

This is all meant to be in good fun, so please be respectfull with others and use propaganda the least wisely you can! (propaganda isn't endorsed, it's encouraged!)

We as a community can get inspired by these, make art! fanfics! (and if you do, please tag me) of your favorite Crackship!

Maybe we could even find a name for them, after all, maybe the next "big ship" will be in this, who knows?

WE ARE NOW IN THE SEMIFINALS!

The brackets will not be revealed yet, but when all of the polls will be published! this way, we can still get you surprised!

*Orionsound - Rat SMP version

*LDshadowlady - Empire SMP season 1 version

*Zombiecleo - Pirate SMP version

*Katherine Elizabeth - Empire SMP season 2 version

*Fundy - L'Manberg version

*Fwhip - Empire SMP season 1 version

*Pearlescentmoon - Double life version

*Slimecicle - QSMP version

Our thoughts and observations under the cut!

Round 1:

I clearly thought Ninjaslap would be the biggest sweep, but pixltoile suprisingly fought well, And fish yuri left no shot to Zaypixel and Geminitay

Round 1.1.3 was extremly close, but Shubble x Hypno won by O.8%! (≈4 peoples!)

We already got two piece of "propagandart" (propaganda art) in round 1, and both were for Fish yuri! (by @t4tpolypd and @staringamassivemistakeintheface)

Round 2:

Mogbeans/Swamp boys tried hard but T4T yuri was stronger (My boys 😭 - Admin 1)

Littlesoot got its ass kicked by hotguy/fundy and was crying in a corner when suddendly, out of nowhere, it took itlwblr by storm, broke containment, the poll broke 1k votes, became the most noted of the brackets (yet) and won with a large margin!

FWhilza fought well but Bighills was stronger

Fish Yuri still prevail with the biggest sweep yet (87.3%!!!)

Jojosolos/Jack Manifold vs Tommyinnit/Scott Smajor was the closest yet! (50.1 to 49.9!!!!)

So many art!!!!!!! look at the tag (#propagandart) it's worth it!!!!!

Round 3 and PURGATORY 1 :

Scegg vs Stresstherine was so close it switched side at least 5 times!

i'm genuenely impressed by clownscar comeback they've constantly been close but didn't get ahead during the whole poll and somehow managed to win in the last stretch!

WE MADE MOGBEANS CANON!!!!!!! VIVA LA SOS SMP!!!!

Fish Yuri is unstopable and has killed many great ships now (rip Bighills we loved you so much)

Bdubs Smol Bdubs is tall!

Content SMP fans are sad today, the last two ships they had just sank! (bye bye Evillnox and Skizzlerat)

So much art! and even more as been promised! (you need to check out #propagandart if you haven't already)

Round 4 and PURGATORY 2 :

Fish Wives felt resistence to the first time facing Clownscar, but still they were too powerful

Clownscar you will forever live in our hearts

Wilbur you're a pig, Yuri beat his ass! (and so they did)

Zombiecello/Ivorycleo popped off! >90% sweepage!

3/8 ships still in line are yuri, but none of them are part of the PURGATORY Brackets!

Goodbye Zaypixel, our only Yuri Loss this round :(

You guys seem to love shipping Ethoslab a lot (bunch of ethogirls) as he is in 35% of the remaining ships

even more art, and art trades! (go ceck out #propagandart and #takin' request)

Round 5 and Purgatory 3:

Yuri lost so much, and is now only represented by Fish Wives :(

Half of the ships still in have a wild etho in them (ethogirls rise up!)

The now no-longer-crackship mogbeans is still thriving and bested the fan-favorite fwhilza!

Seapeekarl fought well, but lost to the ethogirls again

this is the first round where they weren't a >40% sweep! but the choice are only getting harder from here!

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starflungwaddledee · 7 months

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Okay you gave me permission so now it's time to go fully autistic

*inhale*

So something I'm really interested in (mostly for my Bandee x Marx bias) is that comic with Marx and Bandee interacting, like, what's their relationship in this au, how'd they get to that point and heck, what was even happening? also it kinda seems like Bandee may be the main guy in this au or is just really important which makes me happy as Bandee isn't treated the best by Nintendo at all (hell, Sakrai said he didn't add Bandee into smash because he didn't like him) so seeing Bandee get the spotlight always brings me joy

And about the Meta and Galacta comic, it seems like Bandee plays a factor here too, with the mention of him being what gets the most reaction out of Meta and that makes sense because canonically Bandee is the weakest of the four and most likely to die quite easily, so it would make sense for the others to be protective of him

ALSO META BEING SEALED AWAY AND GALACTA SAYING HE'LL TAKE GOOD CARE OF, I'M ASSUMING BANDEE, DOES THAT MEAN GALACTA TAKES META'S PLACE??? HELLO???

anyway hi im really invested and also your art is fucking astounding

hell yea, fully autistic! the best kind of message! thank you also for the sweet words about my artwork ahhh! but hoo boy isn't this The Ask Ever. okay, let's get into it!

Bandee is, i think maybe obviously, my most specialist little guy ever and everything i make is likely about him in one way or another. so you're correct that he is indeed the main guy in both these AUs; he is the central protagonist which i think he deserves!!

(but he does also go through the angst blender a bit, just like... a warning. i adore happy endings but before that i do tend to meat-grind my faves pretty well in the drama machine.)

clockwork heart is actually a spin-off of awtdy (we do a little AU-ception in my household) which is our* primary au. (*a lot of my au work and headcanons are fleshed out very collaboratively with my girlfriend! the initial concept for awtdy was her idea, which i then very meanly shoved my bandee-important agenda into lmao)

awtdy sets this basic alternate world-state: during the Haltmann invasion, Galacta Knight defeats Meta Knight in battle and makes a wish on Star Dream to trade places.

this causes all sorts of terrible fun problems for everybody and basically gives rise to a bad timeline that a lot of folks do not come out of intact (rip floralia)

the Meta Knight vs Galacta Knight comic covers an important turning point in the story, where Meta Knight lets slip that he cares about Bandee the way he cares for Kirby. Meta Knight has an especially strong reaction to this for two reasons:

one is because, as you said, of the three remaining heroes Bandee is the most vulnerable-- seasoned and experienced fighter he may be, but against someone like Galacta Knight? 💦 he's still ultimately just a mortal dude. this obviously puts him at terrible risk, because Galacta Knight also considers him far more expendable than Kirby.

"i'll take good care of him" is transparently a threat and not actually... you know, kind.

secondly is because (unbeknownst to Galacta Knight) Bandee uniquely remembers Meta Knight. he knows that the timeline is screwed up and Galacta Knight is not meant to be there, and is actively working to rescue his real dad mentor. Meta Knight knows that if he's found out, Galacta Knight won't hesitate to kill him.

suffice to say the guilt of this would drive him capital i Insane!

as for the Marx "hurt like hell" comic, I am actually sorry to have to tell you that that scene is their first ever interaction in this au! 😂 in this alternate version of the story Marx is also aware of the timeline fuckery (due to his existence as an eldritch, temporal little creature) and he tracks Bandee down late in the game with a risky trade offer; which Bandee refuses. that's what's pictured in the comic!

it goes on for quite a long ways after that; though I don't know if it'll tickle your ship dynamic quite right because Marx is mildly antagonistic towards Bandee (and everyone) the whole time. so while they are cursed to be Stuck Together By The Narrative they are not really close or even particularly friendly.

they do indeed interact in it quite a lot, and I personally think Marx would gladly shoot his shot if he was offered it; but Bandee is neck-deep in a different ship for the entirety of awtdy and is especially miserable/pining as hell throughout clockwork heart.

but that's okay because Bandee is, uh-- totally fine!! he's normal. he's fine. he's very very fine and things will be very very okay.

#hopefully this last lil doodle is not too dark?#wanted to give u something for your marxdee needs bc i feel like i'm letting a fellow bandee rarepair shipper down 😭#watch me skirt actually dropping my rarepair tho. even rarer than marxdee apparently!#anyway thank you so so much for this ask and your interest?! blew my mind that anyone cared even a little bit about the stuff i'm making <3 #my art #bandana waddle dee #awtdy au #clockwork heart au #asks #cw angst #cw blood

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wangxianficrecs · 1 month

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Reclamation by CordialCoroner (CordialCrow)

Reclamation

by CordialCoroner (CordialCrow) (@cordialcrowe)

M, 6k, Wen Qing

Summary: After her death at the hands of the Jin, Wen Qing's spirit lingers. Kay's comments: As you can tell, I'm currently hungering for Wen Qing deserves a little revenge, as a treat. Wen Qing should have been allowed to go a little apeshit. In this story she gets to do so and I absolutely loved it. After her death, she lingers as a ghost in Lanling and learns of Wen Ning still being alive (and being experimented on) and the upcoming Siege on the Burial Mounds. She tries his best to stop it, but unfortunately, she's just a small little spirit. It's only when the Burial Mounds get involved that she gets the power-up she needs to take revenge. Excerpt: But it is not enough. Wen Qing can see it in their faces as they call for more blood. No one speaks on her brother’s behalf, but Wen Qing does not expect them to. Not even Jiang Wanyin, who’d had Wei Wuxian at his side for years, utters a single word in his defense. Instead, he is one of the ones most adamant about bringing about his downfall. “Yunmeng-Jiang is more than happy to lead the siege against the Burial Mounds,” Jiang Wanyin declares. Wen Qing swarms around him unnoticed, wishing she had hands so that she could wring his neck. Ingrate! Have you forgotten your debts? Of your visit to the Burial Mounds? You know there is no army, only the elderly and a toddler. Wen Qing surges around him, filled with anger yet unable to interact with its source in the slightest. And to think, my brother was willing to lay down his life for you, to give up his core. Jiang Wanyin is undeserving of such a gift. Wen Qing regretted that she allowed herself to be convinced into giving it to him. I should rip that core right out of your chest and make you mundane once more. Wen Qing thinks bitterly. Leave your lower dantian empty and hollow, just like your heart.

pov wen qing, canon divergence, revenge, ghost wen qing, angst, hurt no comfort, post-sunshot campaign, post-first siege of the burial mounds, burial mounds ensemble as a family, anger, grief/mourning, not jiang cheng friendly, first siege of the burial mounds

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

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fanofthelamb · 4 days

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So I went dumpster diving in my tablet for the first lamb I ever drew and WOW... I found a lot of sketches I really don't plan on revisiting. I am jsut gonna dump them below the cut for people to see!! Some of it is lore related, some of it is shit I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING HATE, but IDC!!! I will post it anyway for the tumblr users who I keep an eye on my notifs for. (yes, i see you guys. even if i dont always interact I see you and love you guys)

Anyway, here is the earliest drawin I have of me drawing the lamb!! I am going to write a comment under a lot of these to add context to them.

A cute little baby <3333 but I struggled a LOT of figuring out what the lamb was wearing, I eventually figured it out though. (I hope)

if you know, you know. (RIP VAL)

for my BTG AU. I decided I no longer wanted chemach to make the [spoiler] for the lamb, though, so I scrapped this

vaaaal,,,,,, i was still learning how to draw him, i wish i put pants on him but do those even exist in COTL? (yes)

I haven't been able to do much with them because I'm putting other stuff first, but Brear has two kids, Notre and Brejul who Narinder absolutely ADORES. he is the one who babysits.

fun fact but the lamb being touch repulsed is a projection LOL. i hate it when people touch me it feels so tickly and makes me want to bite their faces off. (but i am touch starved and i LOVE to show affection to other ppl, esp thru back rubs)

yes, they have a hoop for personal space. no, ill never use it.

drum corcl,,,, i love the little dancing guy that comes from the drums

more narinder and brear. they're not romantically interested in each other, but he is absolutely head over heels for brear, their brother, and the kids. they even call him dad sometimes.

[no context]

kallamar and leshy before their crowns. the scene i have related to this isn't happening anymore, but it was leshy begging to be taught to swim.

another "the one who baby sits" doodle. the bishops all came into the cult with a very good repuation thanks to narinder. he likes to tell the kids of the cult stories about how amazing his siblings were. at first, it was just to nobre and brejul with stories about leshy(he missed leshy a lot even though he was still mad at him, and the two reminded narinder of his time with leshy), but then it escalated into him hosting storytimes with larger groups after they started repeating some of the stories he'd tell them.

unfinsihed stuff about with the lamb and thier mom. their mom wasn't afraid of the bishops at all, but knew that they were a still a threat to her and her child's life. the lamb did NOT care for anyone thier mom didn't approve of/enthusiastically liked. they were much more afraid of the bishops than their mother.

i do not actually know if i posted this.i dont think so, but i giggle every time i scroll past it

brear and nobre <333

im still workong on BTG shit, and i post a little bit of the characters on here even tho the comics are going to be posted elsewhere. they have a "crownlike" beak, but a body part. there's different creatures who became gods through different ways; crowns are one way but their power is stuck with the crown and they are considered extremely weak compared to other gods. i wont blabber on about it tho.

so many sketches has random lines through em because i work with a tablet,,, i hate it. anyway, narinder and kallamar everybody!

sketches i made but didn't bother to finish of me and merbre,,,,,,,,, my husband #1 <3 them w/ narinder + merbre arent gonna be considered "canon" but damn it ill self-ship with them until i get a follower i can WORK with

i come back to this every few weeks and im never happy with it, i dont know if ill finish this but i think about them........ before the divorce </3

unused from an ask

heartstealer. menace. you can rip my heart out anytime, leshy <3

dreshy. he LOVES dresses and being pretty and cute and pretty. he sucks narinder into a lot and heket will sometimes join in if he demands asks her to <3

another unused drawing from an ask i'll eventually answer. (mildly offended at being called a mutton cube.)

.... aaand WOW! I think that's everything guys!! things are still kinda wild but they're calming down a little bit. idk how much longer it's gonna last like this but I have some energy so I made a way-too-long post showing off art I wasn't supposed to post! Awesome. :D

#cw gore #cotl au stuff in here #23 pics under the cut btw #cotl #cotl fanart #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #the lamb #cotl narinder #cotl spoilers #cotl kallamar #cotl leshy #i dont think ill tag anymore #idek if i should've tagged this post at all #but well see how it plays out!!#THIS POST TOOK FOREVER TIME TO GO CLEAN

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ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously · 9 months

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Another post? damn

I was on vacation a few weeks back and had no internet so I downloaded all Fanfciton that were Satoru/Shoko tagged and rated them.

Here are the ones I rated 5/5 ... so i guess this is a ff recommendation post lol

The delicate art of flirting

3rdgymbros

Words: 1,960, Satosho, 5/5

This is so good. I love that the first years get brought into the infirmary and they just KNOW ahahahahah. Also it’s just this casual side thing but there something so much deeper that i hurts which i like about this ship

Like a lost shirt

Lua

Words:1,520, Satosho, 5/5

I am a sucker for raw and "practical" relationships. Like this is exactly how I imagine them to grieve for Suguru and I love that so much can be left unsaid but the reader and Satoru and Shoko both just know. What they have isn't healthy but it's the only thing they can have. A happy and healthy relationship with someone else would just simply not work. They are both too fucked up for that.

Sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine)

Her_black_tights

Words: 17,761 Sashisu/ Satosho 5/5

So I am biased on this one cuz this is one of my headcanons. That Suguru fucked around with both and that his absence is why Gojo and Shoko are a thing. And I feel like this fic perfectly encapsulates the hurt, the brokenness and the necessity of their relationship. Like this is how they cope and its messy and unhealthy and i love it

Listen I love you joy is coming

Antioedipus

Words:3,938 Satosho 5/5

This one is cute. Nah cute is the wrong word, they are goblins but it’s nice. They are both fucked up which is funny. Also 100% can see that Shoko doesn't have the emotional capacity to console a crying woman but still would do the right thing even if she doesn't think it’s the right thing.

Work and not run (skip and not fall)

Aminstrel

Words:2,300 Satosho 5/5

Love this! Cute! Exactly how i Imagine them. Also match cut? Peak comedy hahahaha goblin energy.

Catalyst

tiressian

Words:4,170 Satosho 5/5

AYOOOOO first tiressian ff. i remember reading this and having gotten new horizons opened xD Anyway: love it, super nice character interaction. Love it when Gojo is stumbling over his words, a tiressian special! Also love the aftermath, hilarious but sweet.

To my significant (b)other

Tiressian

Words: 6,621 Satosho 5/5

Another banger! Back to back? Spoiled honestly. I love this one just because it makes so much sense that she writes a list. Also Gojo high as balls is hilarious. Then the whole dialogue at the wedding with the chaste touches omg my skin is prickling. Love it.

Warmth

Satoluvs

Words:2,663 Satosho 5/5

I LOVE THIS. Omg adopted Yuji has my heart. Also consoling somebody by not talking it out but taking them in giving them affection to cure the sadness omg. Also also Satoru and Shoko just dating super casually i looooovee it.

Breathing underwater

Shrimphony

Words:1,848 Sashisu/ Satosho 5/5

This one hurts so much omg. And this could easily be canon. Idk why Gege does not show us Shoko’s grief more…. Like even if it's platonic how can she not find solace in Gojo still being there hmm? And then when Gojo, Nanami and Yaga get ripped from her, that must have destroyed her…

Shore

Tiressian

Words:7,161 Satosho 5/5

VERY TASTY thank you for the meal. I love their dynamic. Back with the tiressian special. Also Shoko making him do push ups, same girl same i get it. Love the banter, it makes so much sense.

Epoch

Tiressian

Words:6,341 Satosho 5/5

Yum, yes, very nice. Love cheerleader Gojo, he has my heart, that poor dude. No other comments it's perfect

Call it a hunch

Tiressian

Words: 5,560 Satosho 5/5

I think this is one of my favourites hahhaha. I love how panda is trying to convince everybody hahahahah. Also the snowball fight is glorious xD the little yuta/maki you slipped in there, i see you hehehehe. And the end has me ROLLING HAHAHAHAH

It's the thought that counts

Tiressian

Words: 2,182 Satosho 5/5

THE CUTEST ahhhh i love them i really really need to draw the three of them uff.

there's lots of 4/5 ones too that I'd recommend but i need to cap the list somewhere xD (the google doc has 12 pages wtf ahahahah) This is up for changes anyway :P but enjoy my recommendations xD

#this is the beautiful labor of 4 weeks reading 60+ fanfiction #thank you riley for motivating me by dumbing your thoughts too #and letting me rand about ooc and abo :'D #omg the torture of being a rarepair shipper #on one side you want more ff's on the other side some ff's are just pure trash xDDDDDDD #doesnt matter i will read through them all #satosho #satosho weekend #satoru gojo #shoko ieiri #jjk #fanfiction

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zetomato · 4 months

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Q!Purgatory 2 and Canon

Kidnapping! Canon!

[People go back on the server anyway]

Actually, jk! Not Canon!

[Bagi is unsure anymore]

Yeah, Purgatory 2 is now not Canon to the main QSMP server :D

[Cellbit and Baghera, 100% playing something PLANNED which INCLUDES LORE ABOUT THE MAIN SERVER THAT CANNOT BE JUST PUSHED ASIDE]

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I know it's really hard to deal with information on such a big server, I know that sometimes information gets lost between animators and the one organizing it all.

But this isn't "not-canon-to-the-main-server" anymore

It just cannot be right now

And all I want is an official call about "These scenes by players post-being kidnapped won't be erased but just considered flashbacks of pre-kidnapping" (so they stay alive) and "No more logging in main server for those on Purgatory 2, you can take a small break, the lore is back on"

Because my heart has been ripped out by the Purgatory 2 Lore and I am still screaming

Also, gimme some interaction between players and eggs who didn't do so much together yet

#q!purgatory 2 #Qsmp #Purgatory 2 #The LORE #Gosh I was not ready #It was so good and filled with emotions

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cherrykamado · 15 days

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A PROMISE. — PART 03.

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➤ ㅤㅤWARNINGS :ㅤaged up characters. fem reader (she/her prns). violence. major canonical characters death mentioned. injuries. mentions of blood. blood as food. reader has hair. choking. angst. wc= 2.8k.

➤ ㅤㅤNOTICE : ㅤㅤminors, ageless & empty blogs do not interact. your age must be in your bio or somewhere accessible. you must be 18 or over to interact with me or my works. reblogs and boosts are always welcome & very much appreciated!

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“—if you change your mind. I’ll be waiting for you right here!”

The oniric voice screams from a distance with a tinge of excitement, as though she is already looking forward to something that has not been concreted. As if, regardless of all she held onto a certain hope that she may have gotten from God-knows-where.

The way home feels unreal. As he runs, he’s unable to think about anything else, but to repeat the moment over and over in his head. He tells himself over and over, as if needing a reminder, that she is a demon. She is cunning. She is trying to deceive you. Still, when there’s a heavy, bruised heart in his chest, beating rushedly, but not a word or a single reaction comes from the Sun Hashira — not even when home comes to view, not even when he’s safe now under the wisteria and she can’t reach him.

Maybe what he needs is rest. He walks towards the Sun Estate, but lingers at the outer side of the door, his fingers frozen onto the doorframe.

Can he really figure it out?

“There isn’t… such a cure.” He recalls, and the voices begin to group in his head, the proposal of the flower demon resounding in his ears as if she was there, repeating herself — Insisting like that’s the only viable option.

His legs give out on him, and with a loud thud sound he collapses on his knees, as if his strength had been depleted completely from him. Right now, tears begin to well in his eyes, as he grips the doorframe tighter.

“Why are you saying… Nezuko won’t be the s-same… anymore..?”

It’s neither long until sobs begin to sprout from his chest, silent apologies ripped from his heart and poured into the darkness of the non reciprocating silence — yet, apologies he knows won’t be accepted, because losing one’s will to fight would be an unforgivable act as a slayer.

Unforgivable as an older brother.

Tired shoulders ache from all the years of carrying the weight that he has never once minded during all these years while fighting, searching, running. Right now, he feels as though a boulder —probably one that weighs the same as the one he had slayed in his younger years, when he held onto the sword with uncertainty and softer hands— rests upon them. A misty wet curtain clouds his carmine eyes and diminish their glow; the knot in his throat can only tighten the more and more he tries not to break. Hard work, he tries to remind himself, is all I know. He had told himself this many, many times. This is all I know, he then tells himself. This is the only way.

Deep breath, and Tanjiro’s gaze is drawn to the sky — it has darkened. There are no stars, no moon, no light. Now he is finally alone and he doesn’t have to worry for any witnesses to see him finally let himself go. There’s no one to see how his body, his soul, give out after having had too much to bear; no one to notice how this is another Tanjiro — Far from his usual self, once radiant and warm as the sun that once shone up above with light, bathing with its warmth the faces of the hopeless.

Right now, he’s just a man that, once again, and no matter how much he will try to atone for it, had broken a promise — maybe the most important of them all.

‘Nezuko and I will always be together, no matter what!’

His mind takes him to the day he lost it almost all. Nezuko, she was still warm in the unforgiving puddle of blood, unconscious and at the verge of death. At that time, he did not hesitate to leave everything behind, regardless of how much his heart was ripping apart inside. In the same way, he did not hesitate to risk his life against the man who threatened to kill her (only because the promise of living again for Nezuko came under the condition of being a demon for the rest of her days). The same man who, then, sent the siblings to Urokodaki. Tanjiro did not hesitate to take the helping hand of Giyuu at that time, either. He did not hesitate to learn how to wield a sword, despite aching, bleeding hands that then scarred into rough and calloused palms. Despite constantly feeling as though he could not do this. He did not hesitate to wear the blood of demons on his blade, if it meant getting one step closer to curing his little sister.

To give her back what had unfairly been taken away from her.

Her sweet smile. Her humanity. Her right to walk under the sun, like anyone.

In other words, Tanjiro’s last sun was about to die away completely, for his life to turn into an eternal night.

And when there is no sun for the sun to replenish his light, the sun is likely to die. But this sun is struggling, he doesn’t want to give up just yet. This sun, as it breaks, as it gets clouded, thinks and thinks. There must be a way! Somehow… S-somehow… I have to find it..!

His eyes open and sting when they do. With pleading wet orbs, he seeks for an answer above, to a moonless night; to a starless sky. To a void. However, all response he gets is a faint thunder, and the touch of the rain upon his skin, raindrops mixing with his tears as they fall.

The skies are crying, too.

That very same night, she did never actually leave him alone. Stealthily, instead, she stayed quietly behind, concealing her natural demonic scent with flowers growing all over her body, knowing his sense of smell is particularly keen. That human made her intrigue grow. He’s watered her curiosity just right for it to flourish. Is it the despair, or the fact that he doesn’t give up, regardless of his actions being completely fruitless?

Curiosity is the intention all along to watch her beloved human hustle through the many demons under the command of Lord Muzan. Seeing him struggle is apparently a favorite of hers. And when he gets mad? She has to resist the urge to jump into the scene and tangle her limbs around him.

At that time, she saw it: just how his sword turned hesitant in his hold, even if to lower ranked demons the difference is not visible at all. She saw his sword waver at the most minuscule shake. The realization made her kanji-shaped pupils dilate so much, that the inscriptions in her irises almost turned unreadable. He was battling his own demons. A smile flourished on her lips, carmine petals, and bit the lower one to the point that her oniric iron nectar began to flow.

She almost felt a growing tenderness in her chest, because even at his helplessness, he still kept going. It was perhaps the selflessness he incarnated, that caused him to act this way even still. The purity in his heart was getting clouded by the despair. The growing fondness for the red-haired slayer acted in such a way, that it felt a surging bittersweetness course through each inch of her body. The sensation was, somehow, warm; reaching each corner of her immortal body, like an intense amorous ardour.

In the distance, she kissed her palm and blew it his way, in the direction where his disappearing silhouette no longer lingered. And so she left.

“I am honored eternally with your presence, Muzan-sama.”

Absolute devotion is what coats her voice as she kneels before her Lord Muzan, King of the Demons. An ecstatic explosion shows in her upon hearing her boss call her name.

“Did you find anything useful yet?” His hand places itself on her cheek, salmon-red orbs connecting with her own. Eyes that inspire just as much fear as they inspire respect. “Perhaps, the man with the hanafuda earrings?”

“I found him, my Lord.” She smiles up at him. Eagerly so, she tells him about her findings and her encounters with the red-haired slayer.

Nevertheless, there is only one aspect that concerns Kibutsuji Muzan:

“Did you eradicate him?”

“Not yet, my Lord.”

The change in his demeanor is noticeable, and the hand holding her face seems capable of exploding it like a watermelon if so he desired. Angering Kibutsuji Muzan, always leads to an instantaneous kill, for he doesn’t take kindly to disobedience, much less ineffectiveness.

“Why.” He demands to know.

“I have reasons not to yet, my Lord.” She retorts, immobile in Muzan’s grip.

“Firstly, the demon, Nezuko, is slowly losing every ounce of reason and could come in handy at the task of eliminating the Demon Slayers without us necessarily lifting a finger. Worst case scenario, they kill her.”

Muzan raises an eyebrow.

“The other reason I haven’t eradicated him yet is a single one… His resolve withers every day more and more. Nothing he’s doing seems to be helping his sister’s case, and he’s bordering on despair. If we convince him that we are the only solution, he’ll do it no matter what. My Lord, you could use his strength, at the same time we eliminate a big threat like the one the Sun Hashira is.”

The Boss of the Twelve Kizuki’s gaze lingers eerily, piercing through the younger female demon as if still unconvinced by her ideas.

“This way,” She proceeds, “I can experiment on her, so that one day you can walk under the sun, and live forever, just like you wish.”

Now silence invades the room. Tense, asphyxiating. She can’t make out Kibutsuji Muzan’s decision based on looks, given how deceiving looks can be, especially when it comes to him. Posing her case, with the utmost seriousness as she has done, is whatmost she can do.

“Normally, I would have killed you before you said two words.” He deadpans, but then his hand relaxes its grip, and travels to her hair, where he runs his fingers in a way that would have made Daki, oh, so jealous. “You have quite a valuable ability, [name]. I will let you do as you please.”

Her eyes light up at this, and a smile starts spreading over her lips.

“However.”

And just as it appeared, it quickly vanished.

“If you do not manage to find a cure, or convince the man with the hanafuda earrings… I will kill you.”

Just to prove, once again, that he is not a man of empty threats, his nails sink into her head, causing blood to sprout with blood, even if because of his cells’ influence, they will be cured almost instantaneously.

“I will not fail you, my Lord.” She bows her head slightly, closing her eyes as she pays her respects. However, once she opens them again, the room is once again empty.

Few are the moments in which Tanjiro can actually close his eyes. The sound of the shackles clanking constantly against each other bothers him not, to the point that, when he closes his eyes, he can no longer hear them — either that, or they’ve become a noise that he’s sadly accustomed to.

His mind takes him back to when times were rough, but his poverty seemed like the greener grass at the other side. He had his family, his siblings, his mother. He worked hard every day to bring a plate of food to his home, and although that required him to leave for days, go up and down the mountains while carrying tons and tons of weight, Tanjiro wouldn’t have minded going back to that place.

It certainly feels like yesterday, the moment in which his happiness had been ripped away from him. Yet, it was so long ago that those memories became blurrier and blurrier; the faces of his family faded, as so did their voices. Tanjiro was, at this point, unsure whether he was hearing their voices, or just making them up in his head.

He almost forgets how Nezuko’s voice sounded, too. How her eyes looked before the tragedy. What her smile looked like before having to use muzzle after muzzle.

Everyone he loved was going away.

He almost forgets about the promise he made to her so long ago… Once, he was able to fix anything, no matter how difficult,

No, now is not the time to waver. Tanjiro opens his eyes and turns to his now calmer sister. Calm means, at this point, that she’ll get weaker if she doesn’t eat. Regardless of whatever she has done, for him it is inadmissible to let her starve. After all, he’s still an older brother, and she’s his only sister on this Earth, right now. And as an older brother, he loves her, with all his heart. A love so pure that, despite all the harm that is doing to him, knows of no confines or limits.

As no one’s looking now, he opens his gear, slipping an arm out of his shirt. Inching closer to the cage, he softly calls for her. What lures her in is a small cut he has just made at the middle part of his forearm, not as much bruised as his wrist, or distal third is. Some of these cuts heal no more, or have left his arm so resented that he can’t bear the pain of her eating from there.

Regardless of what she has become, Nezuko Kamado holds whatever is last of her humanity for her older brother, Tanjiro. Enough for her not to hurt him as much, or at least willingly. To Tanjiro, her touch is somehow gentle. The way in which her teeth dig into his flesh is not as damaging. The way in which she drinks his blood, shows not to be voracious. He, no stranger to her pattern of behavior throughout these years, has faith that she still reserves some humanity left, at least for him.

‘How would things be, if you could actually have settled down and had your own family, Nezuko?’

He mumbles out the question as he looks down at her younger sibling. She, who was a great old sister to her younger siblings, so selfless and caring. Tanjiro pats her hair as softly as she, little by little, falls asleep with her mouth on his arm.

Tanjiro’s eyes next close, fueled by the weakness the anemia brings, after having lost quite a portion of his blood to his starving sister. He manages to take his arm away, but then his arm falls with a dry thud sound to his side as if dead, yet throbbing in pain at the cut.

‘You’re in so much pain, aren’t you?’

The voice is soft and soothing amidst the frail haze, honeyed and enveloping. Her words — the demon’s words — resonate again, asking a question so opportunely as if they knew exactly the answer. And his heart skips a painful beat at this. Yes, the pain is almost too much to bear, at this point. His arm throbs in pain as he tucks it back into the sleeve of his shirt. This is getting harder and harder. With one hand, he fumbles with the buttons, trying to do them up, first the shirt’s, and eventually the gear’s. I wish… but he stops himself, not daring to confess his soul what he wishes for the most.

‘You’ve fought so much, haven’t you?’

The tired hashira’s head rests against the iron, wisteria-enforced, dungeon bars, and his lids part just enough to let the light of the pale moon into those burgundy colored moons of his own, moons that peek from in between them. The eyes of a tired man, who continues to pour his mind, body and soul into seeking for a cure for the loss of humanity of his once humane sister — almost fruitlessly. Those eyes close eventually, outweighed by the weariness that feels like tons of iron crushing his body. He found himself in a dead end, pretending that he would be fine, and that he would be able to figure it out — like he always did. Yet all he could do, for now, was to palliate blows. So many they were, that at some point he had forgotten that there was possibly no way out of this.

At least, not alone.

If he could start it all again, maybe he could have found a way. Maybe, if he had stayed that day, now she would be looking at him with those tender, humane eyes of hers.

Why her, and not him? Every day, the same question drills into his mind, like a woodpecker pecking wood at the trunk of a tree. Yet, every day, there is still not an answer. With a beauty and a demeanor that would capture the heart of any man. A woman like Nezuko, so deserving of a happy ending. He would have given everything, even what he didn’t have, just so that she didn’t have to endure this, even the shadow that follows him when he walks.

She could have it all, if it meant seeing her again. Tears don’t well up in Tanjiro’s too tired eyes, but sadness sometimes needs them not. Because, even after enduring so many years, she hurts.

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norefs · 4 months

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Gen fic recs

Ooooh @genuaryficrecs is asking for gen fics recs! rolls up sleeves, hits up bookmarks I am so ready.

If I Knew You Were Coming I'd've Baked a Cake, by OddityBoddity ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/2227905 ) 19/19 chapters, 27,271 words T, Chose not to use archive warnings (I can't see anything other than canon-typical violence than would need to be warned for, but take care of yourselves and read the tags, I guess?)

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers, Hawkeye comic

Main Characters: Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton

Type of gen relationship: Two unrelated human beings forced to cooperate.

Official summary: They’re the broken ones. That’s what Clint figures the rest think about him and Barnes. Clint with his eardrums trashed, Barnes with a regiment’s worth of trauma and a psychotic cybernetic arm, put in the same room and told to make nice while the others get to go on missions and do important things and save the world. Well they're not broken. So of course they got bored and tired of being sidelined and decided to entertain themselves. And of course they ended up wanted, running through the streets of Paris with bananas down their pants and gendarmes in pursuit. Of course they did.

Why I love it: It's just… well-written and with very good relationship development. Objectively hilarious. Contains way over-the-top competitiveness, which is the best kind of competitiveness. Sometimes rips your heart out for balance. (technically canon-compliant if you choose the right bit of canon, don't listen to what the tags say they're just cowards) Also (gen rant on): Okay, so I think this is my fave gen fic. As a gen fic. Because, look: there is no reason for this fic to not be romantic. It is heavily focused on two specific characters and their interaction and how it develops and changes, those characters' sexual orientation are compatible (they're both gay men), there's no widely-spread squick associated with their relationship if it were a romantic one (not the same family, no unbalanced power dynamics, etc.) and still! I get 30k words of relationship development that don't end in a kiss, and you have no idea how much that means to me and how rare it is (I mean… if you follow @genuaryficrecs you might know). Because relationships don't need to turn romantic to be important! Because any relationship that could turn romantic doesn't have to. Also: they're both in a relationship with someone else. It 1) means you know from the start they won't end up together so you can relax in how you read their interactions and 2) is mentioned and treated as unimportant. In the space/time/context of this fic, their romantic relationships with their respective boyfriends are less important than the gen relationship between them. (okay, rant over)

Excerpt: So he’s lying on his belly. Lying on his belly in an air duct that, let’s face it, was too small for him when he wasn’t in the radiation suit. And he’s lying on his belly in the air duct in a radiation suit and there’s a weight on his back, and there’s a metal arm around his neck and Clint Barton knows that there are times there’s just nothing you can do about the way things go, that there are, well, there are just some times you lose. There are those times when you find yourself with a super-soldier sitting on your back with his arm around your neck and your favourite paring knife poised to cut open your radiation suit and you know you’ve been had and you, well you find yourself thinking, Okay but seriously, seriously this was not how it was supposed to go.

#genuaryficrecs #genuary fic rec fest #fic recs #bucky barnes #clint barton #marvel #avengers #oddityboddity

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Could you imagine how much it would hurt könig to see birdy being soft for the first time? Not with him of course, no they’d still be a long way off from that, but the first time where he sees her really relax. She’s finally healed enough to not constantly be on edge; and she has no need to be seeing as ghost is at her side as always, like a personal bodyguard. He’s telling her little jokes, quietly bantering with her and… she looks happy- not just content, not just unafraid, but happy- smiling full force and completely at ease. She’s leaning softly against ghost and he must have said something particularly funny because she laughs, and it must be one of the most divine sounds könig has ever heard. Once her chuckles fade out she somehow looks even more beautiful than before, with blush on her cheeks and a contented smile. It sends his heart racing to see her so happy, so cheerful. It actually makes him feel a bit lighter than air himself- but everything that goes up must come crashing down, as he does once he notices ghost is watching him.

Ghost’s cold and piercing gaze pins him, taking him apart bit by bit, like observing an insect under a microscope, hateful intent clear. Birdy notices ghosts sudden tension and follows his gaze- right to könig. He can almost physically feel her walls going back up; the way her back straightens out and her jaw clenches, her eyes glaring a hole through him- if looks could kill he’d be in the morgue already from her and ghost combined. The thing that hurts most though, is the way her smile dropped from her face the moment she saw him, replaced with the usual scowl- what he wouldn’t give to see her smile again, to be the one that makes her smile. But the glares are clear enough; he saw a moment of vulnerability that he was never meant to see and has long outworn his welcome. He flees the room without a word and escapes their silent wrath, but even back in his own room he daydreams about that laugh and smile, how nice it would be to bask in her joy and have her trust him enough to lean on him, physically and emotionally, to be granted the position of her personal guard. Daydreams are just that though, dreams, and he knows how unlikely (impossible, some part of him acknowledges, but he refuses to full accept it, it would shred whatever tiny, bruised sliver of his heart is left) it is that she would ever put that much trust in him. Not that he thinks he deserves it either- he knows how abhorrently selfish he’s being by even wishing it were true- but the heart wants what the heart wants and he supposes it’s only karmic for him to be tortured this way. So close yet so far from his missing half that not only doesn’t want him but loathes him as much as he does himself. No, What he did to her- what he continues doing by subjecting her to his presence and even more selfishly doing it more than necessary to put his own heart at ease- can never be forgiven. Birdy is the angel he’s ripped the wings off of, forever tormenting her in and out of her dreams as her personal demon. If there wasn’t already a special spot in hell for him after all he’s done to his combatants, there is for what he’s done to her.

Did someone order more angst? I think yes! I love semi religious metaphors for guilt and redemption, it just hits different. hope you don’t mind that I stole some lines directly from one of your replies 💀

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOURE DOING AND READ THIS COS ITS CANON END OF STORY. THANKS.

Dude just to add my two cents in on that, can you IMAGINE THE FLIP SIDE OF THIS???

The first time Ghost sees König and Birdy interacting calmly, Ghost watching as Birdy begins to chuckle at things that König says and doesn't leap away when they're knees brush. When she smiles at him in front of Ghost?!??@@?@?

Jesus fucking Christ.

The anger.

The hurt.

The longing

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E/riels holding onto the “he wouldn’t consider Gwyn a friend” line is almost laughably stupid considering he wouldn’t call Elain a friend either. He literally says in his chapter that they do not speak to each other (how tf do you build a friendship or a relationship like that??). All they’ve done for a whole year is exchange glances and brush fingers lol

I very much doubt either of them will care about the other getting it on with someone else at this point.

You know what would have made for an interesting E/riel setup and what I think would be the best way to go about a rejected bond in this situation? If we saw Elain trying to get to know Lucien because he was her mate and Azriel silently longed for her. Where every moment Elain spent interacting with Lucien, figuring she should give this mating bond thing a try, Az's heart was breaking because he himself wanted the chance to make her happy regardless of her having a bond with Lucien. Where the reader could see that Lucien, despite being her mate, wasn't going to be the right male for her. Where his beliefs didn't align with her and where he was more concerned with himself than what she needed while Az stood there in the background being the support system she deserved, all the while she was missing out on him because she was convinced that the mating bond trumped all. Yet when it came time for her book, she finally realized Az was the one for her, had always been the one for her, bond or no bond. But that's not how SJM wrote things. Instead we have Elain refusing to get to know Lucien, which in an SJM book means there's some bigger emotion to go along with that. It's never so simple as "I don't like him" but usually something layered and complicated like "my feelings for him scare me so I'm going to run away". We have Lucien as the one who is silently waiting in the background, longing for Elain while still trying to do what is best for her though she's currently got her eyes turned in a different direction. Where the author has been steadily building the case for WHY Lucien is her perfect match, like his avoidance of violence (when cruelty bothers her), his being Heir to Day when she need sunshine, his ease while in nature which rivals hers. And we have Az acting out in problematic ways. Not caring if Graysen is killed, not being at all concerned about ripping apart the peace in their world, claiming Lucien isn't good enough, avoiding Elain because it bothers HIM rather than it being because it's what is right for her. I really do think SJM could have pulled off E/riel and an Elucien rejected mating bond had she set up the characters differently but with the way things are written, it really is easy to let go of any E/riel setup because Az is like a loose canon right now when it comes to her (not appealing in a MMC) and the most they had done for a year (before that near kiss) is glances and lingering touches. If SJM could undo Feye's engagement to someone she thought she loved in ACOMAF, then stepping back on E/riel in the next book is nothing in comparison.

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Top 5 Korekiyo Ships?

And i hope ur having a good day hehee ✨

Ahh hi! And thank you, I hope you're having a good day too :3

Hmm this is hard to say as I normally stick to one or two ships! I am a multishipper at heart but my mind becomes fixated on one or two ships in the end lmao.

It goes without saying that Amaguji is my top ship! I just find both characters so fun to write and they just go together so well! There is just so much potential with them that goes unexplored in canon because of their deaths (RIP I am still not over them)

My next one would be Shinsai, simply because of canon interactions! They just compliment each other's interests and personalities, and I think there is so much potential as mentioned above.

Then, it would have to be Shinouma because of the propaganda I have been seeing (you know who you are, ily dear mutuals). Their dynamic is fun and, although I probably didn't get them 100% accurately in it, I did find them fun to write too!

(This is where it kinda drops off lmao.)

I like the idea of Gontaguji platonically because they are really sweet together and I think Kiyo would teach Gonta a lot about his talent and vice versa. I do see the potential there but I mainly see them as friends!

And I also really like the idea of platonic Kirumi x Kiyo (I have forgotten the ship name please forgive me) because they are very similar in their mannerisms and personalities. Just two goth besties out on the town is my TL;DR

(This is very much the short form because I am tired and brain-foggy. I could write essays on that little guy and relationship dynamics. Also this, minus Amaguji, is not a tier list per-se! These are just 5 ship dynamics I like to see Kiyo in.)

Also obligatory mention for Amashinsai! My OT3 :3 I didn't mention them in the list because I added the two Kiyo ships separately. I maaaay be planning a fic with the three of them in, I just need to get my work out of the way!

#Thank you for the ask :3

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maehemthemisfit · 1 year

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MUTUALS

This is a LOT and probably half of it doesn't make any sense and looks like gibberish but yk what thats fine. Sorry I couldn't fit everyone!

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Better Man pt. III

Pt. I Pt. II Porco Galliard x fem!reader; Canon Divergent word count: ~3.0k |18+ Minors Do Not Interact Please| warnings: spoilers for the anime if you haven't seen it a/n: my final part for @blkladyelle's Paramour Collab. the very last scene is what originally inspired this whole thing. Thanks for reading. As always, feedback is appreciated :)

“What do you mean you aren’t going to be sitting with us?” Porco whispered angrily in the broom closet you had pulled him into. His brows were scrunched and his mouth turned downward; you could tell that he was furious. And though his feelings were justified, you couldn’t help but smile at how he got angry on your behalf. You cupped his face and stood up onto your tiptoes to place a kiss on his forehead. His angry facade softened, his tension melted at your touch.

“You act like this is something new, Pock.” You gave a soft hum. “If I were to sit with the rest of you, I would be a distraction and off putting to everyone else around. But Zeke is still letting me watch the speech. I’m going to be on a nearby rooftop, but it shouldn’t be too bad.” You hoped your optimism would make him feel better, and for a moment you thought it did.

“Surely by now, you’ve proven yourself enough to be able to sit with the rest of us. It’s not right. It’s-”

“Porco,” you said softly. “It’s okay. Let’s meet on my rooftop afterwards, yeah?”

He stared down at you and gave a light nod. His head rested on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. Your head nestled into his chest, savoring the moment. The alone time the two of you could find was few and far between. Zeke seemed to need to know your whereabouts more so than usual.

“We better get going, it’s going to start soon,” you said as you broke away from his embrace. As you turned toward the door, Porco grabbed your wrist and pulled you back in for a kiss. Now, it was your turn to melt into his touch.

“Rooftop after the speech?” He asked.

“Rooftop after the speech. Don’t be late,” you teased.

“Don’t be a pain in the ass,” he teased back.

“Bite me, Galliard!”

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Everything happened all at once. Willy Tybur was in the middle of speaking when you felt a rumbling. And then out of nowhere, a titan burst from underneath the stage and ate the man who had just declared war on Paradis Island. From up top, you could see and hear the panic spread amongst the crowd. Your heart was pounding and the fear you felt continued to grow. Titans were something you were used to, but this titan was different. It seemed oddly familiar. But then your thoughts went immediately to Porco. He and Pieck had been escorted to some other location before the speech started, but you hadn’t seen where they were going.

From where you were standing, there was nothing you could do. Even if you could move, there wasn’t a single thing you could do to help anybody. The sounds of the titan screams and people's screams were all too familiar. The headache you had grown accustomed to began to radiate more and more as each minute passed.

“No, not now,” you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed your head, trying to put pressure to prevent the inevitable.

And then you heard it, you heard him. You could recognize Porco’s Jaw Titan anywhere. Frantically, you searched for him. And once you found him, you didn’t like what you saw. The Jaw Titan was getting ripped limb from limb by the larger titan. Seeing him like that finally kicked you into gear. You had to get down there and help somehow.

But as you tried to make your way down the building, it felt like you were being kept in place. Your legs were moving, but your body was not. This was just like the dream you had months ago. The dream that plagued your thoughts every day.

“No, no, no, no, no…Porco!” you called out. An arm tightened around your midsection and lifted you off of the roof. It caused you to turn to find another familiar face.

“It’s…it’s you. The man in my dreams,” you said, shocked. And then something in your head clicked. “I…know you. Jean?”

“______, it’s you. You’re okay!” Jean shouted.

“J-jean, you have to let me go! I have to go help him!” You looked back in the direction of Porco. “Please! He needs my help. I-I can’t..if he dies….no, I can’t leave him alone!” Hysteria was consuming you.

Jean gritted his teeth. “I can’t-”

“Please!” You stared at him with wide eyes. “Please, I’ll do anything! If you let me go help him, I’ll come back with you, no arguing, no fighting. Please, let me go help him.” Tears were streaming down your face. You tried to peel his grip from your torso, but he was much stronger than you.

“I let you go once, and I ended up losing you. I’m not making that mistake again.” He stared at you intensely. “I’m taking you back home, ______. I’m getting you out of this damned place.”

Home? Were you even sure what home felt like anymore? As far as you were concerned, home was wherever Porco was. You sobbed into the chest of the man who had a hold of you. Rationally, you knew there was nothing you could do to help Porco. But it still didn’t make you feel any better. Porco was always the one saving you in battles, why couldn’t you try to save him when he needed you?

The headache was raging in full force; the stress, the crying, the whole situation was a recipe for disaster for you. Like every other headache, your vision began to get blurry and you began to become extremely nauseous. The last sounds you heard were the sounds of the Jaw Titan roaring and Jean calling out your name. When you regained your consciousness, you were back in your old home; Pardis.

Much like when you first arrived in Marley, you were once again an outcast. Everyone was convinced that you were a traitor and didn’t deserve to be part of the Garrison again. They hounded you much the same way that Zeke did. Question after question, hour after hour, there was no letting up. Jean finally spoke up for you once you said there wasn’t anything else left to talk about. He was the main advocate for you and everyone agreed with him. No more questions, no more treating you like you were the enemy.

Jean was the only good thing about your old home. Things were different, people were different. Jean had changed, too, but the one thing that remained the same was his love for you. He looked at you the way Porco looked at you. It made you feel guilty. He still loved you after all this time, but you had forgotten him. What kind of person were you if you could so easily forget someone you loved?

“Tell me, did they hurt you?” Jean asked tenderly. His eyes were soft and patient. He rested one of his hands on your knee as the other tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“No,” you shook your head, eyes not meeting his, “nobody hurt me.”

“Are you okay? Are you happy to be back?” He seemed to hesitate as he asked you the last question.

Tears began to well in your eyes, a lump caught in the back of your throat. “I’ll be okay,” you were able to choke out, holding back the tears for the time being. The silence between you went on for several minutes. It took everything in you to keep from breaking down in front of this man who you felt you hardly knew anymore.

“I never gave up hope finding you, ______. I knew I would find you. I knew it. Every night I would look up at the moon and it’s like you were here with me, I don’t know how to describe it.”

This was the sentiment that finally broke the dam holding back everything. Jean was laying his heart out for you and you weren’t sure if you could reciprocate his feelings. What were you supposed to tell him? That you had also looked at the moon and felt a presence with you? That you dreamed about him every night, but ended up falling in love with someone else?

“Jean…” you fell into his chest and sobbed. He held onto you like you were the most precious treasure in the world. He was afraid you were going to slip from his embrace once more.

“It’s okay. I’m here now. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you all those years ago. You wouldn’t be feeling this way if I hadn’t let you out of my grasp,” he scolded himself.

Sniffling and wiping away the tears from your face, you tried your best to get yourself together. Jean had been so caring and reassuring ever since you’d been back in Paradis, now it was your turn to try to make him feel better. “It’s n-not your fault. It’s o-okay,” you took in a moment in order to calm yourself and steady your breathing. “It’s okay, Jean. You’re a good man and I’m grateful for you. I-I love you.” A sharp pain shot through your heart. But the look on Jean’s face almost made you forget the pain.

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The loud crackling and brazen glow of lights had you disoriented. You were able to make it to the roof of a nearby house to wait until you could regain your thoughts. No one would have ever guessed that you were gone for four years, with the way you could handle yourself in the ODM gear. It was like you had never left in the first place. But most people wouldn’t know that you were content with the life you had in Marley. Despite being an outcast and treated terribly by almost everyone, you were actually happy. You had someone who loved you; you had Porco. But now, you were zipping from building to building trying to find him.

“Where are you going? We need to stick to the plan,” Jean called out to you as he landed on the roof beside you.

“You go, I’ll catch up.” Your eyes were scouring the area below you, searching for anything that could lead to Porco.

“Hey,” his voice was firm, but soft. He grabbed the crook of your elbow. “I told you, I left you behind once and I’m never doing that again. I can’t lose you.”

Four years ago, you would have melted into a puddle at his words. Four years ago, Jean’s words meant everything to you. Part of you still loves him and you wish that you could go back to how you felt about him all those years ago.

“Jean,” your voice cracked, “I have to find him. Please let me find him and then I’ll go with you.”

He stared at you with intense eyes, his grip tightening on your elbow.

“Please, Jean. I really care about him and I want to know that he’s okay. Y-you did the same for me, right? Back in Liberio? You told the others to let you find me and then you would go. Why is this any different?”

“Because I was bringing you back home. Where you belong. He’s the enemy, ______. He-”

“He’s been my home for the past four years. He protected me. Cared for me…” Anger, resentment, sadness began to flow through you. “...Loved me. How does that make him an enemy?”

He dropped his grip on your arm and took a step back. He looked at you as if you were speaking another language.

“I love you, Jean. You were my first love. And I’m glad that you came back for me.” The tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. A sour lump sat in your throat. “But, I love Porco, too. I know that he and I weren’t supposed to happen, but I don’t think it’s something that can be helped. He-Porco!” You don’t know how you saw him, but you did. He was emerging from his badly beaten titan form. Without thinking, you jumped off of the roof, making your way down to him as fast as you could, the ODM gear going into overdrive. Your feet hit the ground running and you ambushed him with a hug.

“Porco, you’re alive!” Your voice was muffled in his chest.

“______,” he stuttered in disbelief. He wrapped his arms around you tight.

“Porco, it’s okay. I’m here, I can help you,” you said as you tried to look up at him, but his arms kept you in his embrace. “I can take us somewhere safe where you can regain your energy and heal up. It’s going to be okay.”

“No, I’m afraid it’s not. I don’t have enough energy to heal myself. I’m-this is the end for me.”

“N-no, no. Please don’t talk like that. It’s not the end. It can’t be. You still have-”

“I still have, what? Time? ______, I wouldn’t have enough time in the world to give you everything you deserve. Even if I survive this, I’d only have a few more years with you. You deserve someone who can be there throughout your life. Not just for part of it.”

Jean came in behind you, the two men locking eyes. “Which is why you should start that life now, with the man of your dreams.”

“He’s the man from my dreams. Porco, you’re the man of my dreams. Please,” you begged him, “I don’t want you to go.”

“I know, babe. But someone’s gotta save Reiner’s ass. It might as well be me.” He kissed your forehead.

Jean moved closer behind you, his hand carefully grabbing one of yours, attempting to pull you away from Porco.

“She dreamt about you. Every night. Did she tell you that?” Porco’s focus was on Jean, his arms squeezed you tight. “Couldn’t even remember who you were, but she loved you anyway. I was jealous, because you got to know her, got to love her, and got to be loved by her. I’m trusting you to take care of her. She deserves the fucking world. Give it to her. Be the better man, a man that’s always deserving of her.” He took a deep breath and placed a hand on Jean’s shoulder, “And make sure she doesn’t look, alright pretty boy?”

“Please,” you whispered, “Porco.”

“Tch, don’t be a pain in the ass about it, alright?”

“Bite me, Galliard,” you sniffled.

“That’s my girl,” he smirked. His hand cupped your face and he kissed your forehead once more.

“You made this life worthwhile,” he whispered. “I love you.”

He gave Jean a knowing look, and before you could fully understand what was happening, you realized it was the raid on Liberio all over again. Not being able to help him as you’re being carried away. And then you saw it; the titan attacking Reiner now had its attention on Porco.

“Jean, we have to go back. Th-the titan is go-. Oh, no, Please.”

Realistically, you knew there wasn’t anything you could do. Once Porco made up his mind, it was nearly impossible to change it back. Jean landed on the nearest building and buried your face in his chest. His embrace was strong and soft; much like Porco’s. You wrapped your arms around him, clutching at his back. He wrapped one of his arms around your head, blocking out as much noise as he could. Seconds seemed like hours, but you dared not to move out of his embrace. In a way, Jean had made a promise to Porco. And Jean was a man of his word. You could feel him tense up, but his arms became more lax and they soon dropped to his sides.

The tears were coming back full force. You tried to fight them, but your emotions were overwhelming you.

“I’m sor-sorry, J-Jean. I-i-i never meant for any of this to happen. You shouldn’t have to be consoling me right now.”

“Hey,” his voice was soft and calm compared to everything else going on around you. He carefully took your face in his hands.

“You’re going through a hell of a time. You’ve been through more than most of us. No matter how long it takes you to get the closure you need, I’m going to be here for you. It might be hard for both of us, but I’m not going to leave you. I promise, ______.”

The way he said your name was enough to reassure you of his feelings. He was telling you he loved you, but he did it in a way that wasn’t invalidating the interaction you had moments ago with Porco. His eyes were searching your face, his thumbs softly wiping away your tears. He wanted to kiss you and let you know that you two were going to be okay. But, he pulled you in for another hug, an act for which you were grateful.

Connie soon joined the two of you on that rooftop. Jean filled him in on what happened. The three of you didn’t have much time before you were back into the action, ensuring that Eren could fulfill what he needed.

Jean was right; it was going to be difficult for you to feel like yourself again. You weren’t sure if you would ever truly feel like yourself. But, you were willing to try. For Jean. For Porco. Two men who were more similar than they would have ever thought. Two men who could have been friends if circumstances were different. Two men who shared a larger than life love for you. Two men who were better than any other men you knew. And that was all the reason you needed to keep going and living your life to the fullest.

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