#chat has corrupted him so much in the past year

[sh1-n0bu]

Hi!

Is it okay for me to request a sub xiao?

Where the reader continues to edge him and tug at his collar prasing him.

and then at the end completely overstimulates him and praises him.

Can the reader call xiao cute petnames too?

like good boy, cutie, sweetie and etc please?

♡︎ 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 ♡︎

characters: sub!xiao x nb!dom!reader

warnings: collaring, praise, dacryphillia, overstimulation, edging, small hints of corruption, light petplay, cock can be read as strap on, reader is an immortal but what they are can be completely up to you.

notes: forgive me nonnie, i took so long to write this😔i’m starting to think writer’s block is catching up to me

nevermind. all i needed was to see xiao on the official stream break to get motivated again😍❗️

you and xiao first met centuries ago, shortly after the archon war has ended, the seven seats of the heavenly principles had gotten their victors. when you had first ran into the yaksha the poor thing was caught up in his own karmic debt, suffering the consequences of his own actions, writhing in agony. he tried to push you away but you were a thousands year old immortal who has seen everything teyvat had to offer.

the beginning of you two’s relationship was definitely odd and trippy for sure. however over time, when xiao figured out you were immortal just like him, he slowly began to open up. first it started with simple little talks and grunts, then the full blown chatting about everything phase began. soon that evolved to you and xiao opening up to each other about your pasts, deeds, mistakes and successes. and before you two could even understand the relationship you two have is what humans call “romantic love”, there you two were, holding each other close, stripping each other naked, learning about all sorts of pleasure.

it took a long time just for xiao to start talking with you, so of course sex life was incredibly slow and gentle between you and the yaksha. but slowly the more nights you spend with xiao, the more you realized he really enjoys being referred to as “kitty”.

at first it your thousands year old stubborn self found it odd since from what xiao told you, his true form is that of a bird’s not a cat. however soon you grew to love it for the sight of the cold and unstoppable yaksha, being reduced to a crying, babbling mess underneath you, clinging to you tightly and begging for you to fill him up was greatly addicting. which is what led to now.

“AANH~! nyaah! [n-nameee]…” whining and sobbing your name loudly with his red eyeliner running down his cheeks, xiao pawed at your finger curled around the soft collar around his neck. you’ve been forcing him to continue riding your cock for hours and it fucking hurt. not to mention your other hand was wrapped around the tip of his cock, toying with the tip slightly before putting your thumb over the slit of his cock when it starts to twitch violently. his poor tiny cocklet was already an angry red, twitching whenever your thumb would circle over the sensitive, slick tip.

“it’s alright kitty. keep riding me. you’re doing such an amazing job, kitty” cooing soft praises and tugging on the collar around his neck again to guide his hips to slam down onto your cock, you ignored his sobs and pleas for you to let him cum. it feels better, he knows that! but he just can’t help but be so greedy!

your big, fat, cock rearranging his insides, splitting his ass open, your voice cooing honeyed words into his ear, your hand teasingly, painfully rubbing at the slit of his twitching, red cock was just all too much for him. even though it’s not the first time you two are having sex, it feels like it is.

to the tiny, trembling, wailing yaksha on your lap, your dick just makes his eyes roll to the back of his skull, reaching places he never thought was even there. it just hits on all the right spots so good and his mind can’t comprehend the praises flowing out of your mouth.

noticing how your sweet boyfriend’s head was already fucked stupid with his hazy eyes and gibberish nonsense, you smiled sweetly before finally letting go of his cock. holding onto his waist tightly before thrusting up into his sloppy hole, creating more loud, wet, squelching sounds you can barely make out what he’s saying.

“aaannhg~! nyaAAH~! t-there—sho good! [name]—sho good♡︎” blabbering drunken words, he couldn’t even hear you calling him sweet nicknames at all. finally cumming all over his and your tummy with a loud squeal when you harshly thrusting up into his sensitive spot, your lovely kitty fell on top of your chest, shuddering and twitching, too lost in the pleasure. managing to only weakly whimper when you continued to fuck into his wet hole before mewling when he felt the familiar warmth of your cum shooting into his walls.

patting him on his head and cradling his trembling tiny body, you whispered another praise before cuddling him close.

“good kitty♡︎”.

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[fandomwritingbit]

Sweet girl pt.6

Dbf William Afton x (fem) virgin reader

Synop: Your parents are throwing a neighbourhood party, you're looking forward to it. It's too bad you're going to miss all of it.

Warnings: smut, oral, taking of virginity, public sex, coercion, corruption and manipulation. William is pretty evil ngl.

Imma just link to the masterlist, this series is getting well too long lol.

A/n: I've never written cherry-popping before I hope this is okay. This is so far from my experience it's hard to believe it'd be the same even lmao. Also my writer's block has been so fucking bad recently, I need all the slack you're willing to give.

It sounded great when your parents first put it to you: a barbeque a few weekends from now, the whole neighbourhood invited to enjoy some good food and sunshine. The perfect excuse to flaunt a gorgeous lavender dress you bought months ago, it caught your eye on a sales rack, a perfect flowy fabric that clung to all the right places. Your size, a match made in heaven. You can’t help but shiver with the thought of how William will react to it, handsy is the word that springs to mind, not that you are against that. 

~

The day of, you step into that dress, the fabric soft and almost soothing around your body. It’s hot today and you’re glad for the lightness of the material, though you think that maybe the heat on your face is from anticipation. He’s all you think about, the danger of him asking you to touch him with your dad barely 10 feet away, the beautiful feeling of his fingers inside you tearing an orgasm out of you like nothing you've had before, the nights you’ve spent calling him and getting off. You’re addicted to all of it and it has your fingers dipping into your panties at any given opportunity.

You pad downstairs about ten minutes before people are set to arrive, finding your mum and dad hurrying around. “Oh you look lovely, sweetie.” Your dad says in passing, carrying an overly big bowl of salad towards your dining table. It was full of all kinds of buffet bits, but enough space left for guests to contribute things, as tends to be customary. Right now the amount of food seems over the top, but you know that once things get going your house will be full of everyone with a tie to the community.

… 

And you were correct, your house is swarming. People in the living room, the dining room, outside, all chatting and greeting neighbours that ‘they really should see more often’. You’re herded around groups of people by your mum and dad, introductions and re-introductions said to what felt like hundreds, but was likely only twenty or so. You are as polite as you can, smiling through small talk about your education and how much you’ve changed since last year, but your heart’s not in it, your eyes are constantly flicking around for William. It should be easy to spot him, he's a tall enough fella, but your searching keeps turning up empty.

Your glancing around the room is interrupted by a squeaky, “Oh my god, y/n?” You turn to where the voice is coming from, instantly recognising the girl of your age who was squeezing past your dad to get to you. “I haven’t seen you since… school.” She pulls a face at the word ‘school’ which you commiserate with, you can’t place this girl's name but the mention of school makes you frown. Your manners are important to you but it doesn’t take a genius to realise that if you haven't seen someone in years, there’s most likely a reason why.

“Yeah… It’s been a long time.” You agree, giving her a bright smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. In the middle of this awkward interaction you clap eyes on him and your heart jumps in your chest in such a ridiculous way you pray it doesn’t show on your face. He’s talking to a bloke you know from three or four houses down, a small smile on his face that has an air of amusement like he’s laughing internally at the gentleman’s expense. 

You are almost physically pulling away from this conversation but the lass doesn’t stop talking, oblivious to your lack of interest as she tells you all about her cosmetology school and her apprenticeship. You just don’t have the rudeness in you to walk away so you grit your teeth and ride out the conversation, eagerly watching William out of the corner of your eye.

It takes so long trying to get her to leave that by the time she’s got out her phone and is part way through finding you on instagram, William is slinking out of the room. The moment she’s done, you brush her off with a polite see you later, leaving the room in the path your bad influence had used. You’re experiencing some kind of withdrawal from not having his attention, it’s pathetic but it’s true, and achingly obvious in how you walk your house searching for him… again. 

You find him in your living room and you edge through a group of chatting neighbours to get through to him and as you get near still unnoticed you find your mum standing beside him, looking up at him and talking through a wide grin. “It feels like a long time since I’ve seen you properly, William.” It takes you no effort to lock onto your mother’s words, they make you frown instantly. 

“Yeah I’ve been busy with work.” He shakes his head, “I’ll have to come and see you and Chris soon.” And your lovely daughter, he mentally adds, though some of the intention must show on his face because the woman in front of him puts her hand on his arm. His eyes widen. 

“Anytime.” She says, doubling down on it, “I mean it, any-time. I like having you around.” Something about the tone of that turns your frown into a scowl. It’s flirtation, and you burn with anger. Jealousy, yes, you can’t help it, it’s instant, but for god’s sake your dad is right fucking there. You don’t consider how you could be overreacting, the indignation is too strong, so you leave the room in a huff, feeling like a fucking idiot for spending your whole day looking for a bloke who clearly wasn’t looking for you. It stings and in a flurry you remind yourself that all the things you’ve done with him are only your first times, not his. 

You’re out of the house before you know it, keeping your head down as you go far to the bottom of your garden where a hedge gives you respite from turning heads. You’re not crying, but you’re not a mile away from it either. Maybe it’s that withdrawal again, but you stand in the corner feeling let down, lonely and stupid. Anger at your mum outweighs anger at William, but the latter is still strong. 

You stand there for a while, getting a better grip on your emotions, you need enough of a hold to walk back inside and either brave more of the party or hide away in your room. This is when people need a smoke, you think to yourself, wondering if a fag could actually help relax someone in this state.

Calming yourself down takes a good few minutes but once you get there, you decide that yeah, you need some quiet for a bit, then some thought about why you went off the handle so quickly, why you’re so enamoured by William. But to do that you’re going to have to escape this whole party, preferably without being noticed because if someone asks you how you are right now, you don’t know how you’re going to react. 

So you slip out your hiding place, peeking around the hedge to see the silent picture of people through your back windows. Here we go. You cross the garden pretty quickly and soon get your hands on the door handle into the house, you step inside managing to smile at the few heads that turn your way. But that smile soon drops away when he appears. Your heart jumps at the sudden confrontation, so long of trying to catch him but now you don’t want him anywhere near you. 

“So that’s where you’ve been hiding.” William’s voice drips with honey and you try to ignore the warmth already settling in your core, but you know it’s a battle you won’t win.

You turn from his invasive gaze, hands a little shaky as you try to close the sliding door behind you. “Hey, where are you going, hm?” His eyes narrow at the blatant way you’re ignoring him, he can’t hold a serious expression though so a confused smirk rests on his face, how sweet you look with that pet lip. He puts his hand on your arm, halting the process of closing the door easily, no force necessary, the touch is enough. “Come with me outside, sweetheart, come on.” 

You look up at him frowning, partially from previous anger, partially from fear that someone else will see, how he can dare to be so obvious is beyond you. There’s no room to reason with him, not when he’s already opening the door again, already guiding you through it, that grip still present on your arm. It’s not a firm hold, it’s barely there but, the skin to skin contact has you enthralled. 

He takes you all the way back to the hidden spot you left just minutes ago, only this time it doesn’t feel like such a safe space. Once out of view he lowers his head down to look you in your face, not liking when you turn away and so catching your chin with his thumb. “Are you alright, sweet thing? What’s wrong?”

His sickly sweet tone is enough to spark a flash of anger as bright as it is sudden. “Why don’t you ask my mum?” You snap, your voice much more petulant than it is clever, the patheticness of it has your cheeks hot but you double down. William just grins, confusion leaving his brow furrowed. This is new, he thinks, you’ve never taken that tone with him before, it’s fun, shiny-new and exciting. 

You continue, provoked by him not understanding what you mean, “...You seemed to be enjoying her company anyway...” You speak dejectedly, your jealousy running riot with you. You want to pull away from him, the lack of genuineness in his expression inflames you, he thinks it’s all a game and you can’t believe you’ve only just cottoned on. 

William hums in acknowledgement before dropping his hand from you, you’re glad that he’s taking you that bit more seriously but it’s downright shameful how you miss the contact already. 

It takes a lot in him not to laugh, the unfounded envy practically has your eyes glowing. This is good though, such passion all from feeling cast aside, you so desperately want him to want you and that is just perfect. For him. He faces your glare dead on, being very careful not to patronise you too much. “What exactly are you jealous of?”

You open your mouth to protest, hating yourself for being so easy to read. You know your bitterness is written on every inch of you, your closed stance, your harsh jaw, the immature tone of your voice, but you just can’t fucking help it. There’s no point denying it, so you don’t bother. “There…” you stumble, having to abandon your daggers to continue, “You didn’t have to flirt with my mum right in front of my face like that… and my dad’s.” 

He nods, sighing before answering you through a slick grin, “I think maybe your mam was teasing me, a little.” That grin simply blossoms, thorough amusement peeking out of hiding, “But you more than anyone should know that flirting with me isn’t half as boring as that was.” 

You don’t have time to fight the way you flush, it’s not fair, are you really this easy to win over? He’s doing the William equivalent of batting his eyelashes at you and you’re falling for it, you must want to deep down. But you still don’t trust him as far as you could throw him, which is needless to say, not far. 

“Come on, why would I even consider your mother when I have her sweet girl looking at me so moody right now, huh?” You roll your eyes at that, moving to turn away and think for yourself but he stops you, his hands on you holding you still and muting the dull noise around you. “At least tell me what I can do to make it better. How can I earn your forgiveness?” He speaks with a certain glee, prideful of his art form, like you’re some puzzle he’s solved before. And with his face close to yours he adds mockingly, “Or have I got it already?” 

You want to touch him, shut him up, but you’re a mere corner away from the whole neighbourhood. “You’re slimy.” You speak honestly, well maybe you’re sugar-coating it even, “And I’m not stupid.” Your conviction is there, but the physical support isn’t, you’re looking up at him like a doe, breathing quicker than normal, your chest rising and falling fast in your new dress. 

He laughs, “True. But watch it, you’ll hurt my feelings.” He has something else to say, some other mocking teasing syrup, you don’t let him, throwing yourself towards him. Your lips press against his in a sudden desperate way, like you’ve something to prove. Your lack of finesse could be mistaken for hunger but he knows you better than that, he dominates the kiss without much effort, easily pulling you along with his rhythm. He likes you like this, smart, able to see through him, it turns him on. Because what’s better than spoiling a naive young woman? Spoiling one who knows it’s happening and can’t help herself either way. 

William breaks the kiss, hands eagerly taking in your shape, “Let me make you forgive me, right here.” As he talks his touch slides low, over your arse and making your back curve against him. “I’m dying to pull this cute dress up.” You need it, just whining some form of approval, wordless at that predator’s glint in his gaze. He slides his hand between your legs and you’re keen, shivering at the spark of pleasure and eagerly angling your hips for more. 

He pauses his touch for a moment, breath staggering as he thinks about what he’s going to do, you hardly notice for your own need. When you do look at him, you see him shaking his head, snickering at something unbeknownst to you. 

He moves then, debasing himself by dropping to his knees on the grass, hands grabbing your skirt fabric up above your waist band, gathering it there in one to rive your panties down with the other. The cool air invades you, unwarned exposure making you moan. “William-”

“Shush.” He chastises bluntly, as if his thumb wasn’t now resting against your clit and giving it a perfect gentle pressure. He knows what you’re going to say, “You don’t want anyone to see, huh? Well, bite your tongue. I don’t have to worry about mine.” The words are wicked with innuendo and you have to stifle everything in you except a sharp intake of breath when he shows you exactly what he’s doing with his tongue. 

It’s dirty, shame-ridden and debauched, but you’re at the mercy of his mouth devouring your cunt. Parting your seam to toy with the slick plea of your hole. You can hardly stand still, body shaking with fretful want, it’s too much and not nearly enough, you have to battle to keep quiet against the vindictive way your core is tightening. 

His tongue drags through your slit and he sniggers against you before cruelly sucking your bundle of nerves. You’re grabbing him, pulling him closer, trying to push him away, as you tingle with need for your end. He’s relentless, playing your instrument just right and you have no faculty to ask for respite. Your coil clenches tight and snaps, and you come undone right there in your garden, waves of bliss so bright your legs shake and you need his arms to hold you up. There are tears in your eyes and you don’t know if they’re because of your climax or the emotional whiplash you’ve just endured. You don’t have it in you to care.  

He pulls away from you and you watch over-blissed as he wipes your slick from his face on the back of his hand, letting your skirt fall to its rightful position. “Now that’s the perfect thing, I’ve missed.” He stands, his eyes dark with arousal. “You’re a good girl on the phone but fuck there’s nothing like it in person.” 

You beam with pride, his praise so much nicer when you’re pliant and glistening from pleasure. How bad an idea that was isn’t lost on you, but it was worth it, even if now you have to pull your knickers up to hide the evidence. As you do, you see how filthy he is, mud coating his knees and you laugh. 

Struggling to explain yourself through the shocked giggles you manage to state, “Your trousers are ruined.” 

He looks down and sees why you’re so lost in laughter, he had weighed up his options though and tasting your sweet pussy was more than worth the dirt. William attempts to brush some away but it’s never going to happen, and so with a sigh he sniggers, “Am I old enough to have people believe I fell?” 

You burst out laughing at that, unable to regain yourself for a while, he deserves that, you think. After some time you are lucid enough to say, “Maybe say tripped instead of fell.” Your cheeks are shiny with both the fit of giggles and the aftermath of your activity, you look so delectable he hardly minds the state of his clothes. 

“Why don’t,” William begins, still smirking, and you give him as much of your attention as you can, “you show me your room? I’d like to see it in person.” He’s testing to see how much forgiveness he’s won, you know that, but the prospect of what’s to come is motivation enough to give him it. 

“Okay.” You agree, the idea of it has your chest tight but your core knows better, “Should I be scared?” You’re joking, mostly, your room is a different beast, much more personal. Somehow more bare than what you’ve just done. 

“Very.”

~

Walking through your house felt dangerous, like it’s written on your forehead that you’re doing something wrong. People are eating now though, too self-absorbed to notice the rabbit leading the fox to its burrow, which is for the best, all things considered. 

He follows you obediently, mind half-focused on your retreating form, the other half pondering just what he’s going to do about this raging erection he’s afflicted with. You looked so sweet taking him in your mouth, so eager to please, malleable. But your perfect unbroken cunt would be just delightful to rut against. As much as he wants to, he won’t- can’t deflower you just yet, not with all these people around to hear the squeaking of bedsprings, hell, the squeaking of you. The idea makes his cock throb and he’s already palming himself before you reach the landing. 

“This one.” You say, opening the door for him, your voice sounds much smaller than it did two minutes ago. You are scared, all jokes aside. 

He moves past you inside, you’re the one to shut the door, sealing the two of you inside your bedroom. How out of place he looks, this huge hulking figure in your untainted room, the walls pastel, the sheets light and the curtain frilled. 

“I could have told you your room looks like this.” His grin is wolfish, the imposition feels very metaphorical and he revels in it. He’s absent-mindedly touching things, a bottle of perfume on your drawers, then a teddy on your bed, you like how they look in his hands, delicate, breakable. 

You find yourself speaking before the words are clear in your mind, “William…” He turns to you, still holding the fucking bear, visible overjoyed to be in your private space, piece by piece you’ve let him in here, first through a camera now this, it’s all very correct. 

“Hm?”

You’re flummoxed for words, arms folded across your chest in some vain effort to keep yourself together, “I want to t-touch you. On th-the bed.” The request takes a part of your soul with it, it’s unveiled and glaringly obvious, but there’s no other way to say it, that is what you want. Well, some of it. 

Chuckling, he throws the teddy aside, “That is the best thing anyone has ever asked me.” He means it, he could touch the peak now with just how pretty you’re talking to him. 

He moves slightly and you interrupt him, the rest of your want raising its whiny head. “You’ll have to take t-that off.” You’re pointing at his trousers and he laughs, remembering the muck decorating his legs, but the laughter dies quickly and he fixes you with a quizzical look, eyes narrowed as he again reads you like a book. 

“Because of the mud, or another reason?” He teases and you bite your lip, your answer wearing you, more than the other way around. Much like the way smugness is wearing him. “I know you like to see, you’re quite fascinated, aren’t you?” He grabs himself as he speaks, crude, garish and vulgar, and it prickles your sides. 

“You like to see me.” You retort, trying not to feel the embarrassment your brain really wants you to. 

“Very true.” 

…

Fascinated is perhaps the right word, you are fascinated by him. It’s more than just that he’s handsome or you find him attractive, it’s curiosity, desire to understand. The broadness of his shoulders, the muscle on his arms, the hair on his chest, his legs, his cock; it is fascinating. 

You start off sitting beside him on your duvet, enjoying the sight of him with his dick in your hand. Observing what your action is doing, how his breath changes for you, then a deep groan when you smear the precum beading on his tip. It’s driving you crazy and in a sudden realisation you need more. You want it all, want to know how his thickness is going to feel inside you, good, bad, dirty and ugly, you need it. 

And you tell him.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                The view of William above you is insane, the dark greying hair trailing down his chest leading your gaze down to the sight of him stroking his cock, positioned above your cunt. He presses against you occasionally, your hot slick beckons for him and he thrusts himself through it, restraint a heavy weight on his shoulders. It’s maddening. 

“Please…” You whine, any trace of dignity you had is long gone, you’re corroded, worn down to your bare minimum and you need him to feel the same way. 

He takes his eyes off your glistening cunt to flash you a devastating smirk, “Please, what?” The teasing makes you shift underneath him, desperate for more, that’s just how he wants you. As he watches you he pleasures himself, it’s bloody stupid how weak your pretty hole has got him.

The lewd words burn in your throat, there’s no debate in saying them, not anymore, “Fuck me… please.” You manage to choke out, but it still fails to convey your need to be filled. His fingers had made you see stars, but you’re greedy for more, you want him to come undone inside you. You want to drive him mad. 

Well, he didn’t expect you to say that. You want him to take your innocence right now? Right on your lacy fucking bed sheets? With your parents downstairs? Clearly you’re not thinking straight, you’re too fucked up and that is just delicious. Your plea makes his cock twitch in his hand, he wants nothing more than to stretch your sweet pussy around him but you could hardly handle his fingers. You hardly know what you’re begging for. 

“You want me inside?” As he speaks he rubs his cock over your pussy lips, there’s an almost sinister quality to his voice that makes your core tighten. 

You nod, squirming away from the teasing of your aching bundle of nerves; that’s exactly what you want. 

William sniggers, “I can’t, sweetheart. Not with everyone downstairs to hear.” You hardly notice the noises you make, but you’re vocal as anything, whining from the tiniest touch, he has no doubt his cock would make you scream. The reasoning falls on deaf ears, you don’t care because his power over you is too strong. You just want his cock inside you so he becomes as pathetic as you are. 

“Please.” You try again, this time shifting your body to roll your hips against his cock to show you’re serious, but your thighs quiver at the stimulation.  

In a sudden movement he seizes your jaw, forcing your gaze away from his cock on your swollen pussy to the dark look in his eyes. The restraint is visible, a clear crack in his in-control facade. He can’t help it, your begging is making him leak again, impatient precum oozing from his tip, begging alongside you for stimulation. How’s he supposed to hold himself back from this perfect untouched cunt right here asking him to deflower it?

“Do you even know what you’re asking for?” He speaks slow, a singsong tone to the words that’s a little sharper than intended due to the continued rolling of your hips. “It’s not to be taken lightly.” 

You watch him wide-eyed, understanding his words is a conscious effort. “It’s not just a quick fuck, sweetheart. It’s me breaking this little pussy. Taking your innocence.” He punctuated the filthy point by lining his cock up with your entrance, eliciting a terrified pang of excitement in your core. “Stretching you open. You know what that means?” 

He pauses but you don’t have the speech to answer, he thought as much, “Means it’s all mine. My little toy to use whenever I want. Break it over and over.” At this moment it doesn’t occur to you that this is the real William, not just slimy but the honest William who knows he’s bad, creepy, gross whatever you want to call it. The man who’s blatantly moulding you into something he can use, using your sexual naivety against you and playing your mind and body like a fiddle. 

You swallow, his words go straight to your cunt making you impossibly wetter. He looks down at you and his control slips from his fingertips, he knows you’re going to feel so fucking good around him, how tight and wet and fucking warm.

“That what you want?” He blatantly asks, the intention thick in the air. 

“Y-yes.” You start, your back arching a little, “I want it to be yours.” You know the words are dangerous, but you have no agency to prevent them from leaving your lips. “I want you to t-take it. Please.”  

He lets go of your jaw, a particularly mean expression possessing his face. “God, you are fucking stupid.” He speaks quietly but you hear, it stings and you’re unable to tell if he’s kidding or not. He wasn’t, you are stupid to let him get this far, and he’s stupid for going along with your begging.  

His cock is still notched tight against your entrance and he holds you squirming still with a hand on your hip. “You’re going to be quiet for me, alright? I’m giving you what you want.” His voice is thick but you hardly notice he even spoke, your heart is pounding and your whole body tense with anticipation. 

He parts your walls, pressing in slightly, just the head and your eyes ping wide. You’re wet, drenched even, ready for it but it still hurts. A noise escaped you, wounded, doubling when he presses just that little bit further. “Shh, fuck.” His curse is very telling, you’re strangling him already in the most perfect way, if he’s not careful he’s going to crack his own jaw with how tight it is in restraint. “I told you.” The words are harsher than he meant them, but seeing the tears already welling in your eyes he knows he was right. 

His hand comes over your clit, drawing a circle over the bundle and it works, a blaze of pleasure drapes over the invasion but it doesn’t distract you when he moves, forcing himself a lot further in your cunt. You cry out and in a sharp movement he covers your mouth, grunting at how you tense due to the sudden action. “Ah-You’re going to do it, sweet thing. Just relax, you’re tight as a fucking vice.” 

You try, blinking through tears, and focus on his rhythm on your clit, it’s better, easing. He moves, slowly pulling out then back in and you see it. The need for him inside, shaping your walls around him, your body squeezes him eager for him to continue. 

Your mouth is open behind his hand, muffled sounds leaving your lips, whining, mewling, hooked on the promise of overcoming the ache and snapping the coil inside you more than ever before. If your mouth was free maybe you’d say his name, or kiss him, or curse him, you don’t really know. His movement becomes better, you can take him, he knows you can. So he thrusts deep, making you accept him, your yelp is stifled and your teeth dig into the palm of his hand, it's unnoticed, overshadowed by the perfect feeling of you cunt swallowing him completely. 

“God,” He scowls. 

The pain dies again, settling back to the muted ache, you’re reeling, full more than should be possible, breathing frantically through your nose. He’s slow, pushing in and out of your hole considerately, as he’d be sure to tell you. And you quickly realise with a startling joy how he digs just right into a spot deep inside you. It’s almost blinding, engulfing you in a doubly quick need to end. 

Your cunt throbs and he flicks his eyes back to your face, what a good girl you are. He can feel the change in you, the rise of pleasure over pain, the way you panic at the growth of your end, your eyes say it all fearful of what’s going to happen. You’re close to an end, body burning and falling rigid underneath him. It hits you like a train, each time he shoves himself deep is electric, it's intense and you whiteknuckle just to take the pace he keeps as you cum around him. 

“Fuck, baby.” His words are edged with his own ruin, the rhythm of his pace growing brave, selfish, you’re taking it so well. And he loses it, no sense in him to pull out, he doesn’t care, your perfect cunt wants it. He’s biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself quiet as his warmth spills inside you, thrusts sloppy to push his cum deep inside you. You whimper, it's a dirty feeling, but a right one and seeing the look on his face you realise that you were right, he looks as pathetic as you feel.

He removes his hand from your mouth, your skin red under his grip, freeing you to moan pitifully. You’re wrecked, somehow exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. You don't know how you feel, your climax was like something unreal and when he slowly pulls out of you, you feel empty. William was right, you’re changed. 

He sits beside your form still laid exactly as he left you, your pretty pussy flushed and shining. “You alright?” 

You blink, like you somehow forgot he was a person able to speak, “Yeah, I think so.” Your voice is hoarse as fragile as the rest of you and it makes him grin. 

He looks down at you, and just laughs, at you, at him, at the situation, “What the fuck are we supposed to do now then?” 

It makes you chuckle and you run your hand over your face. Yeah, what exactly should you do now?

#fnaf #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf smut #william afton x you #fnaf william afton #william afton x female reader

[veryrichbitchh]

Let’s chat.. i am a black woman and I recently found out about ‘divesting’ from YouTube and that was the nail that broke the camels back for me. I’ve been getting so many signs saying leave SW FULLY from God.. I was fighting too hard to be handed a luxury life (that is not actually luxury) and not working for it for myself, righteously. Honestly… why are so much of us trying to sell p*ssy instead of getting ahead in life by doing the hard work that won’t leave our soul feeling rotten…?

So, I’ve accepted SW as a phase in my life. My Holy Spirit has been wanting me to stop but my body/flesh did not want to let go of it. I need to believe that God can solve my problems and have the highest faith in Him only, and serve no other gods.

Be careful who you bring around you also, friends can lead you into that lifestyle and it happens quickly. Around age 21 when I let superficial friends that only care about designers, men, etc… get around me and essentially corrupt my mind. Be careful because you can easily get sucked into that life of shallowness and do things you should not to keep up with the shallowness. It happened to me, led me to spend above my income and in turn, it led me to thinking money, rich men,luxury trips and dates, drinks, etc… can validate me. Then came me turning to older white men since I live in a city where the men with money are generally white. Even if marriage wasn’t the goal for me most times with them , it is truly embarrassing to be so strung out/in the sunken place (lol) that I thought being with a 70,60,50+ year old white man (especially in public) is okay. (I’m in my 20s!!!) I even at one point thought marriage was in the picture with them… lol. I was about to allow myself to enter that mindset when I know that’s not what I want. I know for a fact that I deserve better.

The lifestyle of the sugar baby, sw'er, whatever, I've been invested in for so long and I am just tired of faking that it is .. idk the word . Tired of faking that it is “all that”. Idk the word .. but you get my point (maybe). And I’m not saying it was an entirely horrible experience… but at the end of it all you don’t gain much. (What is it to gain the whole world and lose your soul.) and I feel God never let me get fully invested (face out) either like He kept me protected. My Holy Spirit had me understand through the whole journey that this is not forever and to not let my mistakes linger for life that I actually start to embrace the mistakes.

But thinking back to it all, what was it for? Because I could have put all that time into a more l*gal and profitable business that I am actually proud of , but I chose not to… I chose the “easy” way out which was not so easy especially when the income is sporadic. Maybe it was the thrill. It was like a high. A drug almost. This is a lot to unpack babes.. The devil wanted me to give even more than I gave to that lifestyle and I gave a lot… but nothing God cannot return.

Anyway, babes, I have so much on my mind but I am choosing to work on businesses, study/figure out how to pass my exams, take trips, learn the righteous way I can live my life, travel, lean on God always and just being at peace. I am so at peace right now it's amazing. I am okay with my past because without it i would not come to this realization and I am thankful for the Grace of God that his kindness led me here. So, ladies, the summary is, work for what you want that is beneficial for your Holy Spirit. I am no longer in sw and will continue to write updates here and there! <3

And yes I still very much am a Very Rich B*tchh😘

-VRB

#luxury lifestyle #luxury #black sugar baby #black sugar blog #black sugar dating #spoiled girlfriend #spoiled heaux #sugar bowl #black women in luxury #sugar heaux #God

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

(Yes, join me in the Hypnos lullaby brain rot /lh) anyway, may I request a “lost silver” gold meeting another Pokémon trainer reader? Like the reader is also a champion of thier home region and they suddenly got transported to the void where gold resides and maneges to befriend him? If not that’s completely fine (by the way love all your work, your super cool!)

Yippee brainrot time. Also thank you! <3

.....

You were the champion of a later Pokémon gen game, always waiting for a worthy challenger to battle you.

Unlike the other Pokepasta champs, your game wasn't haunted/corrupted so life was relatively normal for you.

Usually you went into town in disguise to keep your Pokémon healthy, fed, and happy--making sure their spirits were up.

However, one night when you're about to put your starter in its pokeball to sleep...both of you are suddenly transported to a pitch black void.

You were in a panic, understandably, wondering where everything went and why it was so dark.

Then your starter notices a lonely Unown

But...

Something looked different about this one.

Before you can try to catch it, the psychic Pokémon flies past you without warning, and you turn around-

Just in time to see a young trainer with missing limbs, hollow eyes, and a pale face--somehow floating in this mysterious void with you.

"My Arceus....a-are you okay?" Obviously that didn't seem like the right question to ask, given that this kid was very much not okay.

He didn't answer you, though. He just stared at you with a sad look.

You knew that all the healing potions in the world won't help him with his...injuries. But you wanted to try at least something, so you dug up some potions from your bag.

Yet your starter tapped your shoulder, making you turn your attention to the air, where several more Unowns appeared to spell something.

"They won't help."

It took you a second to realize they're speaking for him. Thank goodness you studied their language growing up.

"..oh, sorry. I figured I could at least try." You frowned a bit, though he seemed to appreciate the gesture as the Unown group spelled out "thank you".

Despite his frightening looks, he had no ill intent. He was just sad and lonely.

So you two chatted for a bit, with him saying his name was Gold. He introduced you to his own Pokemon team comprised of a Cyndaquil and half-dead Celebi.

You actually got along with him just fine! And he could speak for himself, albeit very little.

He was a champion like you, though he was unwilling to say what happened to him.

Oh well, best not to pry unless he trusted you enough.

All in all you made good conversation with him. And he finds your willingness to help him endearing.

At some point he leaves the void and takes you to meet Hypno, Gray, Steven, and Glitchy Red.

Though Gold is surprised when you still wanna hang out with him the most. But it makes him happier than he has been in years.

Most trainers who see him just scream and run.

#fnf x reader #friday night funkin x reader #fnf hypno's lullaby #pokepasta x reader #fnf lost silver #headcanons #platonic

[theluckywizard]

An Embellishment of Lore (tag game)

I think as Fanfic writers, we often add lore to our stories. It is natural for us to build upon the pillars set for us. But what about the foundations, gravel and grit? What was a piece of Lore you added to Dragon Age that wasn't pre-existing?

Thank you for the tag @moonlightheretic 🥰

I think I added the most original lore for my ~6,500 word companion/standalone fic Thirst which is a Cullen POV fic that digs into the experiences Cullen has between DA:2 Act 3 and the intervening time between Meredith's fall and joining the Inquisition. In particular, I had a Samson who was reinstated on Cullen's own recommendation and then wrote in a schism of the Kirkwall Order when lyrium supply was heavily impacted by templar-mage warring where Samson takes a huge number away to Corypheus. It also explains Cullen's scar! I also dug into Meredith's madness and how she'd been taking an insane dose of lyrium at that point (red lyrium idol/sword notwithstanding). I know Templar HCs are a hot potato in fandom, but I found it fascinating to dig into. The bureaucracy of it all, the feeling of being unable to make changes to institutions even as corruption becomes more obvious. I will caveat "original" with "I'm sure others have had these ideas before in the scheme of the last decade of fic writing" so I won't claim to be breaking ground with them, but I really had an incredible time thinking about how things might have been for Cullen as he rises in the ranks and is responsible for more and more of that particular nightmare. In canon, I believe Samson took the templars after Cullen had left for the Inquisition, but I felt this way it created a lot more tension and drama between.

Excerpt under the cut 👇

Cullen and Samson shortly before Samson leaves:

Later that evening Cullen winds down shaving at his dressing table, squinting at himself in the small, tarnished mirror that had come with his Order-issued kit a decade before. He pauses in the weak candlelight to trace a finger over the circles under his eyes, the lines that have been there for years. But Cullen has been subjecting himself to the same rationing as those in his ranks and this week’s thirst and sleeplessness wears heavily across his face. Twenty seven years old looks more like forty today. He scrapes the blade over the stretched skin under his nose as he mulls over the tense atmosphere in the mess earlier. Something is shifting. It’s just a feeling at the moment but it’s time to gather hard evidence.

A shadowy figure appears behind him in the mirror so quietly, so suddenly that the blade slips, slicing across his lip. 

He whips around with a curse, backing into his table so violently that everything on top of it rattles. Samson takes up too much space in this modest room.

“Maker’s breath— What are you doing here?” he demands, clutching his mouth while blood drips through his fingers, his eyes fixing upon his sword across the room.

“Aw, no need for the curses, golden boy. Just here for a little chat.”

His eyes are rimmed with a greasy red like someone had thrown a fistful of lye at his face and he stands tall in a way that prickles at Cullen’s skin. He quickly parses that Samson wouldn’t be rationing this week, not that it would have stopped the man from finding the substance elsewhere. Man to man it wouldn’t be a contest with Samson’s blood singing and Cullen suffering in near abstention.

Samson reaches into his pocket and shakes out a rumpled handkerchief and hands it to Cullen. Cullen can feel the depth of the cut and is in no position to refuse it. He takes it and presses it to his lip. 

“How did you get past the guards?”

Samson crosses his arms and then steps over to lean against his door frame. “You can get anything for the right price. Thought I taught you that.”

Lyrium. Of course.

“The men are thirsty,” he continues. “You could’ve gone to the Carta months ago.”

“I’m not smuggling it,” says Cullen. “The Order must be above reproach.”

Samson snorts. “Above reproach? Try leashed like a pack of starving dogs. The Chantry’s old game playing out to the logical end.”

Cullen has no answer for him.

Samson chuckles, searching the ceiling, his lips curling into an unsettling smile. “Remember the days sneaking hits behind the armory? Or remember— remember that one time in Lowtown with that one bird Cinnamon—”

Cullen would prefer to forget. “What are you doing here, Samson?”

“Easy does it. Easy. I’m here to make an offer.”

“You?”

“Cut the leash. Get out from the Chantry’s thumb once and for all.”

Cullen gapes at him from under the handkerchief. “Quit lyrium?” 

Samson laughs, a rich, knowing thing deep in his throat. “Nah. There’s no going back. I’ve been there. Only forward.”

“Forward? To where?” demands Cullen. He feels the room clenching down upon him, the air growing thin. “We’re needed here.”

Kirkwall flagged without a viscount, without its Champion, Garrett Hawke who had vanished with his sister Bethany when the violence had grown too thick. It fell to him and Guard Captain Vallen to hold it all together.

“Something greater, kid. We deserve better. Me and you and all the rest. We could be great.”

“I don’t— speak plainly, Samson.”

“Aren’t you tired of being a lapdog?” Samson gestures at Cullen’s face. “I can see how tired you are. If you ask me you’re fighting the wrong battle.”

“I have a responsibility to the Order. How I feel doesn’t matter,” says Cullen with shallow breaths, paralyzed against his dressing table. He swallows a dry mouthful of nothing, feeling it all caving in on him. “Whatever you’re up to— I could use you here. I know some part of you cares. There are some things greater than our own need.”

“You’re something else, kid, you know that?”

“You’ve mentioned it before.”

“Whatever happens now is on you,” says Samson. “Always been a bit too fanciful. Going to bite you in the arse some day.”

And then he is gone.

Read Thirst here!

Tagging @crackinglamb, @samseabxrn, @the-rebel-archivist, @leggywillow, @melisusthewee, @hekaerges, @oxygenforthewicked, @warpedlegacy, @monocytogenes, @nirikeehan, @delicatefade AND YOU IF YOU ARE READING THIS 🥰

#cullen rutherford #raleigh samson #meredith stannard #dragon age 2 #The Gallows #Kirkwall Order #Dragon Age Templars #Cullen & Samson #A friendship gone awry #A mentor gone mad #dragon age fan fiction

[eagna-eilis]

The metaphysical mechanics of Anakin's Force Ghost are the single biggest mystery of the period between RotJ and TFA to me.

If he can Force Ghost, or at least sometimes, then what governs what he can and cannot do, and who he can or cannot speak with?

If he can appear to others the way Obi Wan, Qui Gon, Yoda, and eventually Luke can, it makes very little emotional sense unless something is blocking him.

I like to think that Anakin, in death, had enough respect for Leia not to appear to her. His actions killed her real mam and dad, the people who raised her into a kind, strong person with integrity in every step. He tortured her, he destroyed her homeworld and her culture. He wouldn't be so stupid as to think that a nice father-daughter chat would solve everything.

I like to think that he loves her from an observational distance, and brims with pride at every step she takes for the galaxy that he injured gravely and so nearly destroyed. So like Padmé, her justice-seeking Naberrie qualities nurtured like rare orchids by Bail and Breha, who were themselves so principled and just. Anakin might also see the ways in which she is not like any of the senators or royalty who made her who she is. He might want to take credit for the parts of her that are so brave, so impassioned, so willing to challenge any authority she sees as unworthy or unjust. Obi-Wan told her, when she was very young, that this was her inheritance from Anakin. But Leia doesn't want anything from him, and he understands. So he spends time watching, in grieving pride, at what his daughter became in spite of him.

I also like to think that at a certain point he would have to try, if he could, to intervene in what was being done to her family. In my heart there is no version of a redeemed afterlife Anakin who does not try to save another Skywalker child from what he went through.

He would have tried to materialise, blue-aura-lit and kind eyed, into the living room of a Chandrilla apartment, to try to soothe the terror and discomfort of a tiny child levitating cambiblocks and breaking glass in distress. He has far more experience with child murder than child rearing, but by the Force he'd damn well TRY.

It probably wouldn't work, and I think some of us fans (esp those who love the sequels or those who are more interested in the Skywalkers than the Disaster Lineage as a family) deserve to know why.

Why, in my headcannons, does Anakin spend years trying to send thoughts of 'no kiddo that isn't me, I'm me, your grandpa, and I can tell you that your mom and dad love you so much and that those other voices are full of bantha-poodoo, please trust me, please believe me, please hear me' out through the Force, only for them to never find their way to their intended recipient?

Why can he not appear to Leia and say, 'I know you don't want to talk to me and I don't want you to have to endure the distress of talking to me but it's about your kid. I can't make the past alright, but let me please give you the information you need to stop the cycle repeating'.

Why can't he warn Luke? 'There's a storm coming and the lightning is not natural. You have seen that lightning before, standing right by my side, and it comes from the same source. Our nephew dreams things that are not his own. Consider striking him and you will doom the world, but also our family. Don't let the Darkness guide you, its only goal is to make more Darkness.'

There are several potential answers, of course.

The first is that Anakin can get through but nobody listens. It's a steady stream of 'stay away from my child, stay away from my academy, don't corrupt our future with the evil of the past'. This option reflects negatively on Luke and Leia, but it also feels true to traumatised families. I'm a firm believer in the fact that Luke, Leia, and Han as having unwittingly done poorly by the next generation of their kin does not 'ruin' their characters, it makes them more sympathetic and human, and so it doesn't upset me if this is the option. It's bad parenting and good storytelling.

The most obvious answer is of course, Palpatine. He can block Anakin's access to the likes of Luke, Leia, and Ben. This means that a dead Palpatine is still torturing a dead Anakin. Excuse me while I cry for a thousand years. Now either this means that Palpatine thinks Ahsoka is small potatoes and it doesn't matter if Anakin can see her in the WBW, or that Anakin could only communicate with Ahsoka BECAUSE she could enter the WBW. So, considering that the Ahsoka show takes place after 'Last Shot', it still makes no sense that Anakin doesn't go 'please see what's going on with Leia's kid, I'm worried about her and about her lil guy.'

The third option is the one that I find genuinely upsetting. Not in-world upsetting, but what-are-they-doing-with-our-story upsetting. It's also the one I find the most likely:

DLF in general and Favroni in particular are pushing Disaster Lineage out in front, and trying to sublimate the Skywalkers. I see Ahsoka as Anakin's sister, and I don't think it is inappropriate for him to love her the same way he loves his children, his grandchild, or his brother Obi-Wan. It makes emotional sense for him to reach out to her, and love is not a finite resource.

But a set of wider storytelling choices is highlighting that the most important inheritance of the story is Yoda to Dooku to Qui Gon to Obi Wan to Anakin to Ahsoka to maybe Sabine, or Jacen Syndulla. I feel in some ways that shifting Anakin's attention, or the context in which we encounter him, may give the audience a sense of the greater legitimacy of the Disaster Lineage to the long term future of the galaxy.

I have ZERO problem with this being the thread by which Force training is maintained in the GFFA through the sequels and into the post-sequel era. I prefer it to watching my beloved Rey of Jakku doing it all alone.

I have a HUGE problem with the idea that we may never get more Skywalkers in context with one another. And more importantly, the idea that we really shouldn't care about what happened to them after Return of the Jedi. That the sequels don't matter.

Anakin is the greatest silence in the sequels. I suspect that they didn't get Hayden back because they were still nervous of prequel hate (sweet summer children that they were, not knowing that the penis-brains were gunning for them, too). Many of us hoped that the New Republic Era TV series would inflect upon the ST the way that Clone Wars inflected upon the PT.

So far it really hasn't.

#star wars meta #ahsoka spoilers #anakin skywalker #sequel trilogy meta #sequel trilogy #ben solo #skywalker family #leia organa #princess leia

[makuta-kotok]

Aggretsuko Tac Fraud Arc Rewrite III: The One That Isn’t Just A Screenshot of My Reddit Post

Hold onto yer buttcheeks, walls of text incoming.

As many of us are aware, the Tax Fraud Arc is one of, if not the most disliked Arcs in the entire show. It makes Haida look stupid, Himuro becomes a one-dimensional villain, and the finale has less impact as the time I complained about Overwatch being inferior to TF2 on a public chat room for a mobile game.

Here's how I would rewrite it:

1. Himuro gets more development. This is the arc that solidifies Himuro as a villain in the series, showing his lack of morals and egotism, both of which were things we already knew.

No attempts are made to give Himuro any more characterization, if anything he becomes less interesting as the arc progresses, going from a morally ambiguous CEO to Evul Capitalist Guy TM. His fate after being hospitalized is left unknown, all we know is that he was demoted and that he quit Carrier Man Trading. My proposal: make this Haida AND Himuro's arc. Dedicate one episode to Himuro and fill his backstory (preferably early in the arc to avoid disrupting the narrative flow). Two possible options I thought of are: A. Himuro is a nihilist who's been jaded by years of dealing with corruption in the company, or B. Himuro is a fraud with Imposter Syndrome who only got this position out of nepotism (i.e. family are large shareholders, sexual favors, or he's just good at Talk-No-Jutsu). His bond with Haida could be used as a way to explore these issues, and gradually help Himuro move past them. Over the course of the arc, Himuro slowly warms up to Haida, and starts being more open about his struggles. When the window dressing is uncovered, Himuro takes the blame for it, but is only demoted, since the board of directors want to avoid any possible scandals (as far as the media know, Himuro stepped down due his lack of experience).

Himuro chooses to climb up the corporate ladder the right way, to re-earn his position.

2. Raise the stakes. Self-explanatory. The window dressing is done for seemingly no reason besides making Carrier Man Trading #1. Solution: have the company be nearing bankruptcy due to corruption(explaining Himuro's lack or morality) and poor sales. Now the tax fraud feels less like a random obstacle and more like an unfortunately necessary evil. This leads us to-

3. The plan is Haida's idea. Alright lemme explain. As we all know at this point, Haida's decision making skills are... subpar at best. Having Haida agree to committing tax fraud because a hot guy complimented him is more or less par for the course at this point. So have it been Haida's idea. Haida has spent most of season 4 becoming Himuro's right hand man and feels a degree of devotion to him. After realizing that the company's stocks are still dropping, despite their best efforts, Haida has an idea: tax fraud, just bumping up a few numbers until things even out. Himuro is hesitant at first, he's strategies until now have been within the law (more or less), but eventually agrees. When Retsuko confronts Haida, and after so much stress he breaks down and-

4. Fear of Failure. Haida is motivated fear, specifically fear failing those who trust him.

Friends, family, lovers, anyone who Haida feels puts faith him, he fears disappointing them.

Every time he feels as though he can fix something, he scrambles to solve the problem as quickly as possible, usually to disastrous results (i.e. the karaoke incident). And finding himself in a position where he could he help those he cares about by sacrificing his morals, he picked the fastest (and worst) option. As for who Haida is feels trusts him the most right now-

5. Haidmuro is canon now LOL. This is the part where I get stupid, so bear with me. As I've been stating before in the previous points, the bond between Himuro and Haida is the driving force in the later events in season 4 and the main catalyst for both of their character arcs. And what is the thing almost everyone dislikes about Haida: his simping for Retsuko.

After the Dating Arc, RetHaida is no longer an option. It starts with Haida venting to Himuro, grows into a shared bond over their issues with pleasing others (Haida's failures at romance and Himuro's struggles with leadership). They gradually grow closer as time goes on, Haida gain someone who supports him and Himuro gets someone he legitimately trusts. After the tax fraud is revealed and Himuro takes the blame, Haida quits. He feels as though he's burnt too many bridges and he's just going to make things worse by sticking around. The season ends at the bar, Haida's contemplating his life choices and looking for a new job. Eventually, someone sits down next to him: Himuro. After some awkward apologies, Haida makes a confession: he's fallen in love with Himuro. Himuro tells him the feeling is mutual. They decide that they've both screwed up, but they're still going to get up and face life together.

First kiss, credits roll, and I get arrested for crimes against literarcy.

#rewrite #aggretsuko #haida x himuro #haida #himuro #I’m redoing this so now it’s actually readable #third times the charm

[revui]

Friend !!! how are the silly little guys in your head doin. what have they been up to

buddy they are doing so well. hyacinth just made a deal with a ghost and if she doesn't get a girl to fall in love with her by the end of the day then she'll have to give up her body. that'll be fine i'm sure

OK I actually want to ramble about this part because Hyacinth's arc in the narrative has so much ghost shit going on and it's extremely fun for me to write. This whole plotline heavily involves two different artifacts, one being an orb that holds the souls of all Hyacinth's ancestors from the past ~400 years and the other being a necklace capable of acting as a vessel for the Corruption, allowing whoever wears it to wield the curse. There's a lot of stuff I'll skip over in order to stay on the main point, but here's the important summary:

Skyler shows up in Hyacinth's family's casino wearing an illusion stone that disguises her as Colum, and she intends to steal the Corruption necklace

Hyacinth almost loses the necklace but is able to leverage the fact that Skyler is honor-bound to NOT kill her (since Sky is buds with Hyacinth's older brother) and Skyler gets captured

While trying to find out where to put an assassin who keeps trying to bite her fingers, Hyacinth finds the aforementioned orb and gets to chat with the soul of her grandmother, a talented singer who died decades ago when the casino caught on fire

Her grandmother, Gloria, manages to pick out a ton of Hyacinth's insecurities during this conversation and gently exploits the fuck out of them in order to convince Hyacinth to make the deal

The long and short of it is: "Hey, Hyacinth, you're an incompetent person, I need you to prove that the family can depend on you by doing something super easy—just confess your love to Delilah and get her to reciprocate those feelings. If you don't, then I'll just take your body and live your life for you because clearly you can't be trusted to do it if you can't manage a task that simple."

Gloria recognizes that Hyacinth is generally socially inept and assumes that Delilah probably doesn't like her back, while also knowing that Hyacinth is very desperate for approval, so it's a perfect storm of promising precisely what Hyacinth's wants more than anything while hinging that on her greatest weakness—social emotions.

Hyacinth takes this deal immediately. She's scientifically minded and figures that it'll be easy enough to just solve love—she just needs to study how love works and she'll be good to go. Once she understands the theory, it'll be easy enough to put it into practice.

(I don't think I need to tell you, but that's not how it works.)

Unsurprisingly, she fumbles hard and completely blows up her already volatile friendship with Delilah, and Gloria comes to collect her end of the deal.

So, Hyacinth's soul is trapped in the nightmare orb, but remember Skyler? Remember how he was captured and he's just been hanging around for a while, and how he was left in the same spot Hyacinth found the orb? When Gloria takes Hyacinth's body, she leaves the orb there again. Skyler frees himself with relative ease and investigates the nightmare orb, and Hyacinth's soul pops out to be like "Sunset—(by the way Skyler's alias in Thistle is Sunset)—I know we've done nothing but try to murder each other for the past couple weeks, but Gloria's fucking up the casino and she might kill my older brother for being in Thistle, and I know you're pals with him so I have a horrible idea."

The horrible idea in question functionally being "let's split our souls in half."

This is to solve two problems.

Skyler is an unrefined caster. They don't have the natural reserve of magic that sorcerers do and can only draw on the land's latent, "wild" magic, which is difficult for anyone to control and especially for someone who spent 15 years of their life in a world with zero magic; Hyacinth happens to be an incredible sorcerer who's already familiarized herself with wild magic and would be able to use it competently.

Hyacinth is not a fighter by any stretch of the imagination. She's a nerd familiar with only the basics of self-defense and would be incapable of surviving in combat with no magic; Skyler fights pretty exclusively without magic and also happens to be extraordinarily competent in combat thanks to the whole assassin training thing.

So in order to get Gloria's soul out and take Hyacinth's body back, these two socially incompetent near-strangers whose only major interactions have been physical fights, have to enter what may be the most hilariously intimate scenario possible, which is to physically share a body and mind. They each halve their souls; half of Skyler's soul goes into the orb and half of Hyacinth's soul enters Skyler's body, irreversibly changing their relationship and creating the most literal interpretation of the phrase "platonic soulmates."

It's very fun to write. Anyway, in summary, they triumph, the orb is destroyed, the trapped souls are allowed to pass on, Gloria is defeated, Hyacinth gets her body back, Skyler gets the other half of their soul back, Hyacinth reunites with her older brother for the first time in four years, and then... Skyler just fucking takes the Corruption necklace and leaves. He just goes "well this has permanently transformed our bond with each other. yoink. bye."

#blorboposting

[raxistaicho]

Are we not Engaged... in bizarro world? Second part.

DLC story spoilers under the cut.

-’Kay so we just fought Elusia and also for some reason Solm.

-Ivy thinks Nel should be on their side. Mauvier fucked up the ritual, nicely done, Alt Mauvier!

-Neither Ivy nor Timerra want to give up the bracelets.

-Nel goes fucking dragon mode and wastes Ivy and Timerra, lol.

-Nel refuses to really explain why she went to such extremes. Alear offers little pushback.

-Only Edelgard is left.

-Oh nvm, Alear’s pissed.

-Nel finally explains that they’re Corrupted. Seems everyone we’ve fought were all Corrupted. Jeez, is there anyone left?

-Yeah, seems like there’s no humans left on Alt Elyos aside from the Four Winds. Well that’s bleak, lol. Nel didn’t tell the Winds or Nil because then she thinks Alear would also learn because Alear reminds her of Alt Alear and she wants to protect her. What? She should’ve known for years.

-Alear gushes about how much Nel takes care of everyone, but this upsets her because of her memories of Alt Alear.

-Oh god, Alt Alear pinky promised Nel that he’d return from battle, lol.

-Anyways she’s been distant from Alear because the memories cause her pain.

-Nel dropped the bracelets, Nil picked them up. He’s being suspicious. Oh yeah he’s gonna try to kill Alear, lol.

-Nil woke up Tiki, seems he can do that.

-So he was faking being useless, lol. Sombron encouraged him to pretend to be weak to outwit his other siblings. Alt Sombron seems to like gaslighting more than ruling by fear.

-Nel’s sulking under a tree. The Winds just chat a lot. A lot. They’re trying to figure out how to make it up to Nel.

-Nel’s come around. She wants to apologize for her past rudeness.

-Nil said he was going to kill Alear but it seems like he just kidnapped her instead. lol. Nil’s putting on his BS “oh uwu me I’m a soft boy woe is me Alear ran off alone” act again, fuck this little twerp.

-Now that I know it’s an act I fucking hate this little asshole’s “oh I’m so weak, woe is me :(” routine.

-Now we’re in Solm. The sky’s blood-red here, too. Nil led them into an ambush and now he’s turning on Nel.

-Zelestia catches on pretty quickly.

-Nil wants to fulfill Sombron’s ambitions, but unless Alt Sombron had a different plan Nil can’t do that.

-Wait, why’d Nil even bother luring them to Solm, he coulda just left them confused and without direction in Elusia. Oh yeah, Nel can’t transform because Nil has her dragonstone. Rip the only thing keeping Nel relevant, lol.

-Four Winds want to hold the line so Nel can save Alear.

-What the fuck, it looks like Nil was keeping Alear close by to where he took Nel, WHY THE FUCK DID NIL BRING THEM THERE, LOL.

-Nil and Alear have the shittiest argument of all time. He wants to force her to do something that’ll help his plan. Nel busts in in dragon form. Again, why did Nil lure Nel and the Winds right to the temple where he was keeping Alear, their death doesn’t seem to further his plan at all.

-Oh hey it’s the mystery assassin from chapter 1. By process of elimination, he’s Fogado. Why did they obscure Fogado’s identity? Trailer bait, that’s it. Also Hortensia’s here.

-Oh god this map looks cancer.

-Apparently I have to heal Alear, who is imprisoned, implying Nel will try to kill her. WHY WOULD NEL WANT TO DO THAT, HE SAID HE NEEDS HER ALIVE STILL.

-Nel tries to reason with Nil. Her mistake is assuming Nel is being remotely rational.

-Chapter 5 was so bad that I got irritated and turned the difficulty down to normal, lol.

-Okay we knocked Nil unconscious. Are we going to... kill him? Restrain him? What?

-No, we’re deadass just gonna leave Nil lying around to come back and stab us in the back later.

-Four Winds are fuuuuuuucked. Mauvier suggests a suicide attack knocking the temple down on the waves of corrupted with the Winds still inside.

-There’s a lot of leadup to the deaths of a bunch of characters I’ve barely had any time to get to know, especially Madeline and Mauvier who just barely arrived.

-Oh Nil’s back up and laughing and shit.

-Nil takes Nel hostage and demands meeting him at the Somniel which isn’t floating in this world.

-Oh, guess Nil isn’t the real Nil, and the real Nil died at somesuch point. I don’t give a fuck. I sincerely don’t. What the fuck is the point of this plot twist, it would be like if it was revealed Ferdinand was actually Zweidinand, the second son of Duke Aegir, and the real Ferdinand died in the backstory and nobody ever knew him and nobody cares.

-More cryptic shit.

-Also, can we go to another alt world if we head for the DLC well in the Alt World?

-Oh, we visit the Somniel but it’s all in ruins so it’s not really recognizable.

-Roflmao, Nel even points out there’s nothing to rule in the alt world since everyone but them is dead but Nil doesn’t care, he just wants power. What a shitty villain.

-Nil gives the reveal to Nel to upset her.

-So wait, were Nil and fake Nil BOTH weak? Just by happenstance? Oh nvm, Nil is sadge and he - oh he’s mind controlled. Of course he is, this is fucking Fire Emblem Engage.

-Oh, all this runaround is because Edelgard’s bracelet is sealed somehow. Alt Alear placed the seal, so Alear can probably break it.

-Alear just INSTANTLY submits and undoes the seal without doing anything to confirm Nel will be safe. Nil turns into a dragon, I guess using the power of the bracelets.

-Four Winds show up to ave Nel. Mauvier dedge. Guess that’s why Mauvier was just identical to his main game counterpart, there was no need for him to... be different at all. Idk, it’s still stupid. Mauvier warped the other Winds out with a Warp Staff, and he died.

-I swear, the Four Winds are getting more development than Nel and Nill, roflmao.

-Seems there was a Veyle in this world, too, and she’s dead.

-This final map is fucking gigantic.

-Why does Nil have two instant kill attacks.

-I was told that Alear can kill Nil over his super duper defensive terrain on turn 1 and I don’t give a shit about playing by the Fell Xenalogue’s rules anymore. Sadly, my Alear didn’t have the damage so I put this on hold until I got Marth back, thinking Divine Speed (and also Veyle’s personal ability) might make up the difference. Unfortunatly this turned out to be a mistake because I forgot Draconic Hex was something you had to unlock on Corrin and I had her on Gregory. Oh well :’3

-Bracelets poof away, “their duty is done”.

-Nil finally realizes he’s “truly worthless”.

-Lol, Nil and fake Nil had an uncanny similarity and much in common. How stupidly convenient. So I know the point of this is that it ties into the found family theme Engage has, but the problem is I don’t think this works because Nel and fake Nil are blood family anyways. They just aren’t twins.

-Lol fake Nil says if they let him live he’ll “bring the world to the brink of ruin” again. I don’t think you can kill everyone and replace them with corrupted when they’re all already dead.

-The Nil/Fake Nil switch is made even more pointless when Nel reveals she knew about it from the start. This is part awkward theme application, part manufactured drama.

-Nel stabs herself for some fucking reason. Apparently this will “ease his pain”. I guess because her dragonstone, which Sombron cursed to control Nil, will break, but couldn’t she just take the stupid thing back? Now he’s mourning, good job, Nel.

-Anyways, Fake Nil is actually Rafal.

-At least Rafal admits the whole mind control spell is a shitty excuse for what he did.

-Anyways, Rafal says he’ll do the whole energy transfer thing Lumera did to revive Nel, and Alear invites him to join her in her Elyos once it’s all done. Apparently the bracelets brought the two worlds closer because this Sombron still wanted to leave the world, so why the fuck then did he want an heir if he was planning to leave Elyos still.

-Alear points out this world’s empty and beyond saving and invites the Winds to join her in the main Elyos. The Winds have a pretty sweet moment planning out what they’ll do, then they agree to go. The Four Winds got better development than Nel and Nil, roflmao.

-So uhhhh, this story was pointless. It just existed to give us a chance to go, “wow, the royals are being weird!” except they drop that plot point about halfway through to focus on the twins, who are both lame characters. This DLC campaign told us nothing of value about the world or anyone in it because there’s no way to know what in the alt world applies to the main world. Bah.

-Back on the main world Somniel, Nel and Rafal showed up sooner than Alear existed. Evidently it’s been a thousand years for Nel and there’s some day inside hour outside nonsense going on, so the devs got to just... NOT show Rafal reconciling with Nel or atoning to her for all the dickish shit he did. Oh well.

#fire emblem engage #spoile #dawnguard dlc

[tsarisfanfiction]

Grim Reality

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: Teen Genre: Angst Characters: Will Solace

Will’s life might sound like a fantasy, but at the end of the day it’s still a reality.

My response to this week’s @flashfictionfridayofficial (this week hosted by @stories-by-rie) prompt, “fairytale ending” . This one clocks in at 707 words, according to MSWord.  Something short and scrappy because I’m on holiday and neglecting my poor boyfriend to write this; some Will pov on Michael’s death and the war.

There’s now a discord server for all my fics, including this one!  If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi!

Will Solace is thirteen years old when he realises there’s no such thing as a fairytale ending.

When he was younger, before demigods and Apollo and monsters and Kronos, when it was just him and Mom and no real stories to speak of about his absent dad (Mom had never had anything bad to say about him, she’d just never really said anything about him at all), sometimes in his wilder daydreams he’d thought what if his dad was someone super important, or famous.  What if, like those stories he heard, like those songs Mom sang or played on the radio, one day he’d sweep back into their lives and Will’s life would be exciting and special (although he never quite wanted to be like Luke, with a villain for a father, no matter how much he loved watching and rewatching Star Wars even though Mom insisted he was too young for it).

The irony is that Will’s life is exciting and special.  He’s a demigod, his father is Apollo, a name everyone’s heard of even if they don’t know the legends (lots of things get named after Apollo; when Will first heard the name it was in relation to the space missions, not the god).

It’s also, he realises with a stomach sinking so fast it must be lined with lead or even kryptonite, a real life, entrenched in reality despite the fantastical nature of it, and reality doesn’t leave room for fairytale endings.

Will Solace is thirteen years old and his big brother just got swept away in the rapids of the river below as the bridge shatters.  He’s thirteen years old and the screams of Nathan are still ringing in his ears as the hellhound dragged him away and tore him to shreds.  He’s thirteen years old and he’s not the oldest in cabin seven but he’s the one with the most beads and he knows what that means.

His bow is gone, broken or maybe just dropped at some point when Kronos – Kronos – of all people advanced down the bridge in Luke’s body (not Luke Skywalker but Luke Castellan and being corrupted and possessed isn’t a fairytale ending, either), golden eyes laughing at them all but not nice laughter like Apollo’s golden eyes. Cruel laughter, laughter that knows resistance is futile just as much as Will knows it, but Will also knows they won’t give up even though that’s the choice they’re being offered.

They can’t give up, not after Michael sacrificed himself to pause Kronos’ advance (not stop it, no matter how much Will wishes one sacrifice, one shattered bridge is all they need to lose to win the war), not after so many have died to get them this far.

Will clutches at the little pot of paste as Percy drags him away, the older demigod either not realising or not caring that Will’s the one in charge of cabin seven now by default and leaving his siblings with futile orders to save someone that’s already dead (not that Will wants Michael to be dead, far from it, but reality’s come crashing down and he can’t feel Michael in need of healing, there’s a void where his injuries had previously been singing out and Will knows what that means even if he wants to scream and cry, but he can’t because Annabeth needs healing and he’s the only chance she’s got).  That little pot of paste is all he has left, now.  Everything else has been dropped or used up and all he has is a little pot of godly paste he woke up with the morning Typhon burst free, after Apollo gave it to him in a dream (they’d all woken up with gifts that morning).

They’re not giving up but they’re losing and unless something changes they’re going to keep losing.  If this was a fairytale, this is when a knight in shining armour would appear, or when a god might come to fight alongside them and save the day.  When a miracle occurs.

But Will’s realised that isn’t going to happen.  And even if it does, it still won’t fix things.

His life might sound like a fantasy but it’s still reality, and reality doesn’t have fairytale endings.

#Percy Jackson and the Olympians #percy jackson fanfiction #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfic #will solace #michael yew #percy jackson #pjo apollo #pjo kronos #luke castellan #flashfictionfriday #tsari writes fanfiction

[chidoroki]

Black Clover ch332

Alrighty, so… I debated whether or not I wanted to start rambling on about Black Clover once the manga returned after its three month hiatus (which, unfortunately for me, began right as I decided to start and catch up with the anime and manga back in April) and after a couple weeks I finally decided, eh, why not? So despite it all being relatively fresh in my mind, I know for certain I don’t remember everything by heart due to the quick pace I consumed it all (even after rewatching/rereading most of it again during these past few months), so none of these posts are gonna be as detailed in regards to theories and character analysis compared to those I’ve done in the past during TPN’s final arc, but who cares. I’ve come to love BC very much so I’m gonna chat about it anyway.

First things first, the boys look so good! Yuno looks so nice in white, which is weird to me because I honestly wasn’t a fan of most of his previous magic knight attire. For the longest time my favorite outfit of his was when he first joined the Golden Dawn. It just felt more “Yuno,” I dunno. Probably just me not being a big fan of the whole squad outfits matching each other. The robes are one thing, but ya don’t gotta look identical down to the entire outfit, save for a couple color preferences with capes. But yeah all that aside, this one is my new favorite! I love the robe matching his eyes and the cuffs/collar of his shirt to his necklace. The whole outfit has a nice, not-too-busy color palette and I like that. Asta as well. I prefer this one much more than what he had after the previous time skip. I can only assume he’s got that new brown sleeve..? I don’t even know what to call it really.. just to cover up his permanently corrupted right arm. Dunno why he had to cover it up though, unless to just not draw so much attention to himself, as we learn pages later that not everyone trusts his devil powers still, despite his new proven innocence from the trial. The devil-binding mark is out in the open on his left wrist however, but I digress. Oh, and I’m just realizing now that Yuno has two little bags for both his clover & spade grimoire. Ah, the obvious things I notice once I finally decide to slow down.

But we can’t slow down. Nope. Because what do you mean a year and three months have passed since Spade?? What else happened after the war? So much could’ve happened since then.. would it be wrong for me to hope the anime (whenever it returns and reaches this point) gives us a little filler about all that? I dunno the general consensus regarding filler in BC, but I think the anime handled those episodes/arcs quite well. I was entertained at least, but I really just wanna know more! Aaahh, but our boy finally reaching such a high rank, I’m so proud of him! Truly deserves it after all his hard work. Also sorta kinda not surprised to see that Kaiser isn’t here? Granted he didn’t fight in Spade alongside the other captains, but whatever, not really important. I’m more surprised to see Yami without a cigarette in his mouth. How rare. Can’t say I dig the longer robe on him though.. or all the tiny clovers on Feugoleon’s shirt. And Nozel sweetie, I love you, but you do not need to add such large wings like that with your uniform too. Y’all don’t have to be so extra!

It’s so wholesome that Asta’s family were all invited to the ceremony too. They must be so proud and happy for him. Same with the few Black Bulls (& Mimosa) who were able to attend. I especially like how its those members who trained alongside him in the Heart Kingdom. Well, minus Luck and Charmy.. and Leo now that I remember correctly.. but we got Vanessa here instead! (i’ll never complain about seeing my favorite more)

We also learn Yuno was granted the grand magic knight title but Asta takes being one step behind him rather well. I’m sure he’ll catch up eventually. I do like seeing everyone mingling with each other; Yami going to chat with William, then Finral, Vanessa and her faithful glass of wine, and all the Hage residents at Asta’s table. A shame Charmy isn’t here to go crazy over the buffet, but I’m guessing she’s with the other Bulls who are currently out investigating some devil shenanigans. Probably. Overall it’s a very nice change from the first award ceremony Asta was invited to at least, back when he was looked down upon and attacked for having no magic and even Feugoleon and Nozel were arguing with each other. Yet here we are now all chatting together with Asta as the center of attention, for good reasons this time.

Speaking of captains, I’m quite intrigued about the possibilities we hear for who might be the next wizard king. Fuegoleon and Nozel I have no issue with, but Meroleona? I mean she’s strong, sure, an absolute powerhouse in fact, but I don’t think she would fancy being in charge like that anyway. Way too orderly for her wild tastes. I do wonder why William wasn’t mentioned however? He was always the top pick earlier in the series to be the next WK, but if I had to guess then perhaps he doesn’t feel like he deserves it due to his/Patry’s involvement during the Elf Reincarnation arc? Or he could just not want the new position. Who knows? Not me. If I had to choose though, I’d place my best on Fuegoleon over Nozel (which shocks even me because I adore the latter SO much more, I’m sorry!). I just feel as if he would fit that sort of position better for some reason. Not that it matters since..they all declined at the moment, but still fun to think about.

I can’t believe it’s been over a year and there was no progress regarding Charlotte’s feelings (though I guess that’s good for us considering we saw nothing during this last time skip and we certainly don’t wanna miss something like that!). Bless our boy Finral for reminding Yami since he clearly didn’t remember, or know anything about it actually. And I know I’m picking on almost everyone’s outfits/styles right now, but I still prefer Finral’s previous hairstyle (not the original but like, from royal knight exam to pre-heart kingdom time skip ya know?) I still like how it is now of course, love the green about it too. Perhaps I’m not used to this one just yet. He’s adorable either way! I love him!

Charlotte isn’t the only one dealing with romantic issues however. Seems our girls are as flustered as ever. How did they all handle these feelings for over a year? I’d probably go insane. Maybe they have.

I absolutely LOVE Secre interfering with their internal crisis and causing them to panic even more. She’s enjoying it all as much as I am. I wish she could give us a little smirk though, but her straight face is just so her. It works just as well.

And then to the real confession. Oh boy. Again, love the girl’s reactions. Also like..just look at how tall he’s gotten?? Sure he’s still short compared to people like Yuno and many others, but here our boy just looks so grown up I guess.

Not only looks that way, but he acts it too! He’s matured! He actually accepts Lily’s rejection and moves on from it just like he said he would. Then he recites his typical vow to become wizard king and Lily believes him, truly, for once too. Character growth for all!

And then all the happy feelings go away because the final boss has now appeared. Lowkey happy to see this man because of the similar appearance to Julius before he “died” from Patry, but also not because um, danger.

(this..went on longer than expected. i shall cut this here and post this separately from the other two chapters we currently have.)

#black clover #bc manga #chidoroki used chatter #me: yeah ill chat about it a little bit. also me: *rambling on about things that dont matter* okay so i also think that-

[obsidiinium]

Chapter 3: The Lord is Dead

Part 1

———

Zythraul and Humility leave the tavern the next morning and enter onto the street, deciding to join Focus on their way back to the temple of Bahamut. The air is hazy with the smoke of fires still burning somewhere in the distance. A few of the buildings have scorch marks and scratch marks on them. A pair of guards patrol past, giving a terse but cursory glance to the three now standing at the door of the tavern. Without speaking, Focus motions with their head in the direction of the temple. As they walk, they hear a voice in their direction.

“Oh, oh my goodness excuse me!” Zythraul and Humility turn around with a start. The half-elf carpenter that was attacked by bugs yesterday runs up to them.

“Ahh, I thought it was you! Apparently I was rescued from the brink of death, brought on by a swarm of vicious insects by a Dragonborn and a Tiefling, and you-” and he points at Zythraul

“Look just like the vague recollection I had of this event.”

“Why yes! It was us!” Humility winks.

“It is heartening to see you doing well today sir.” Zythraul adds.

“Hah! Imagine being almost killed by a swarm of bugs! What a way to go!” He chuckles. Lilli throws a quick glance at Zythraul before laughing along.

“Anyway, wait here, I have something for you in gratitude.” He ducks inside his store.

“No you really don’t…” Zythraul starts but Lilli lays a hand on their arm, shaking her head. He returns in a moment holding a small wooden box and a small pouch.

“It’s not much, but its something I think you’ll like. But first!” He hands the small pouch to Lilli. The sound of coins clinking can be heard inside.

“And this! It’s just a fun little puzzle box that I sell to children. It can hold a small note or trinket inside as a reward for solving it. I hope you enjoy it!” he also hands that to Lilli.

“This is wonderful! Thank you so much!” Lilli is immediately fascinated by the puzzle box and wanders off down the road.

“It was nothing. It’s what we should have done. Have a blessed day sir.” Zythraul bows slightly and follows Lilli.

“And you! Take care!”

Lilli works on the puzzle box as they walk down the street, until they come across a robed human man waving his arms around and shouting. He is being ignored, bar a few bored onlookers. As the group draw closer everyone hears what he is shouting.

“…And that is why Neverember was smote from his place in the sky! Corrupt and overfeeding on the successes and fruits of his people’s labour while he did nothing! That’s right! Neverember was never going to be the saviour of Neverwinter and last night’s festival proves it! Neverwinter has been forsaken by the gods and deserves to fall into ruin!! Flee, flee while you still can for you will all be sacrificed at the feet of…”

He is cut off as guards rush him and drag him away. As he is grabbed he changes his face; an illusion spell lost concentration. His skin darkens and his bottom teeth lengthen above his lip. The orc man is dragged away down the street.

The three continue down the street to arrive at the steps of Temple of Bahamut. Built of a pale stone, the temple of Bahamut is unadorned but elegant white rock with white, blue and gold banners greeting them. Focus walks up the steps without hesitation. Zythraul pauses for a moment, taking in the familiar visage of the temple they trained at for years. It is a comfortable, familiar memory. Behind them, Lilli sighs.

“Been a minute, huh? I’m sure you don’t need me standing around while you chit chat about all your past traumas and good ol’ Bahamut so I’ll just…” Lilli tries to wander off, but Zythraul stops her.

“I’m sure Holme and the others would love to see you Humility. Maybe even have you play for them?” Lilli rolls her eyes.

“Fiiiiine. You know who we should go see if we want some money-”

“Yes. And I figured we plan to after we leave here. Anyway, plenty of people come through the temple. Someone might know something about last night - not that I want to get involved! - or leads about where we can find some work. and coin.”

Humility makes sarcastically disdainful eyes at Zythraul as she walks past, pretending to be annoyed at the Dragonborn’s good ideas. Zythraul follows her and Focus inside.

The front door leads directly into the main chapel. A massive marble carving of a resting Bahamut in platinum dragon form sits at the end of the chapel, calmly judging all who enter the temple. Behind the statue a large, well-tended garden stretches out. Further on, the sounds of combat sparring. Few of the clergy can be found here. Focus greets one to talk to who appears relieved that they were alive after last night. Another does a double take as they notice a travel-worn Zythraul walk in. There are a few commoners around, receiving blessings or help from temple clergy.

Humility struts through, waving briefly at the statue before heading out to the garden. Zythraul approaches the statue slowly, pulling out a chain from under their shirt that holds a symbol of Bahamut. They hold it loosely as they kneel in front of the statue.

Evil never rests and neither shall I.

Evil shows no mercy, and neither shall I.

I am a bastion of protection for those who require it.

By Any Means Necessary.

Resting on the steps of the altar with the visage of Bahamut looming over them, Zythraul senses a gentle divine presence turn it’s focus onto them and wash over their entire being like a wave of the ocean covering the shore. For a moment Zythraul thinks they hear a gentle grumble, like the voice of a colossal being speak in draconic;

Stay Strong, Young Dragon.

and the feeling of static electricity rushes across their scales for the briefest of moments while Zythraul’s vision is filled with platinum light. And then, nothing. Silence, sunlight. Zythraul releases the breath they were holding in.

#zyth is in their element rn #exhausting religious piety #what was that guy yelling about #I’m sure it was nothing #dnd #writeblr #dnd actual play #dnd writing #obsidiinium #writing #solo ttrpg #dungeons and dragons #chapter 3 the lord is dead

[ilyuu]

QUAAAAAK I'M DONE :D

Xiao is exhausted.

How can he not be? His thousand years of carrying a debt that is destined to consume him in the future bares down on him with no mercy. As the days pass he finds himself struggling to breathe, there are even days he can’t carry his spear to do his duties as a Yaksha. 

He’s tired of it all. But if there’s one thing he would never get tired of is your presence. Bright, calming, pure. Such a stark contrast to him, a being corrupted and tainted with sin.

He could see your lips curve upwards as you beckon him to join you. His hand reaches out to your serene figure, his fingers twitching to hold you, to be loved by you once more. He knows better than anyone else he’s undeserving of such a thing, but he can’t help but be selfish of it.

Xiao’s hand was close to touching your own, but your figure dissipated seconds before he could hold your hand.

Xiao soon realized it wasn’t you he was reaching out to, but death.

You are dead. Your life has ended long ago.

There were days he considered joining you in days his karmic dept was too hard to bear but ultimately decided not to. He still had a contract to uphold with Morax, as much as he wants to die he can’t. His mind also drifts back to the promise he made with you, to live his life despite the hardships and losses he may experience.

“Life may be filled with pain and despair, but there are also many opportunities for happiness Xiao” He remembers the exact words you spoke to him thousands of years ago, your loving expression having been engraved into his mind. Your view on life is so bright, so beautiful, he envied your mindset and wishes he could believe the same.

It was always the two of you in your home, a place so warm and inviting. There was never a moment his mind wandered back to the horrors of his past whenever he was around you. He finds himself wishing, praying, that this won't ever change.

But he should’ve learned by now, that the only constant in this world is that nothing is constant.

“NO! (Y/N)!” Xiao lets out an anguished cry as he sees the demon plunge its claws through your chest. The Yaksha forces his battered and bloody body to move and pierce his spear through the demon's body, screaming in anger and despair as he doesn’t stop stabbing the thing that took your life away.

Once he’s (somewhat) calmed down his eyes slowly look over your cold and unmoving body. His vision blurs as he limps to where you are and collapse on his knees, grabbing and holding you close to his heart.

“(Y/N), forgive me… I failed you…” He quietly says before sobbing silently. He gets no response, you must have died immediately from the demon's blow.

He could’ve saved you. He was capable enough to protect you and your home. Yet your home is demolished, and your life ended earlier than expected.

If only he was fast enough…

if only he didn’t leave you this morning..!

He thought about bringing your corpse to the Adepti and begging them to bring you back to life. But he stops himself. That would be too cruel to you, and who knows if you would still be yourself once you’re brought back to life.

So he decides to carry on with his life, despite it being a living nightmare.

But he keeps your words in mind. Despite life being full of pain, there are opportunities for happiness.

So he bares through this nightmare. So that maybe, just maybe, once it’s all over he can have a sweet dream.

,,,where’s the tissue guys where’s the tissue CHAT WHERE ISNIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

there’s a reason why, even though i write angst time from time, i never write it (much) for xiao,,, THIS IS THE REAOSN 😭😭 HE DESERVES SO MUCH MORE BRO PLEASE FUCKIFKSKSJAN

ITS SO GOOD THOUGH DUCKIKH HELL i just want him to be happy is that so much to ask for BUT AT THE END HES STILL ALONE BECAYSE OF EVERYTHING I HATW THIS

#🖇️. — circy! #pain is inevitable… #but it still makes me cry and sniffle 🥺🥺 #ALSJKSJSMAMS

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My name is Skylar Starr Lima 💖 I'll always be open & honest about my experiences in life. I'm such a strong resilient person who has been through a lot of tough times. I've had plenty of truama in the past but I recently went to Eloria AAA not because I have a drug or alcohol problem but because I had a mental break down. I was admitted there voluntarily so I could grasp what was happening in my life & going on in my own head. I don't think that's something to be ashamed of either. I remember being so scared going into an unknown place not knowing anyone else other than knowing myself. I seen this all as a lesson & it actually restored my faith in GOD, whoever he, she or what they may be. At first it was a place full of scary people until I got to know them & it was such a different environment I've never been used to before. I prayed all the time for safety & protection. I really didn't want to be there in the beginning & thought it was a waste of my precious time. I was in so much pain with a ongoing medical condition at the time that wasn't being treated up until now so the experience wasn't easy for me. I had to have so many checks done for my physical health such as MRI's, blood tests, regular obs done & meetings. I wasn't aloud my phone & had to document everything in my own notepad. Literally, I was just a tiny fish in a pond of big fish.

I would sleep with my daughters teddy, constantly ask for the ipad codes, sing in the shower, eat all the time, do art, read the bible & annoy all the nurse's with all my questions. I'm sure they got sick of me.

Some of the people I met inside there became my inspiration to help others with mental health problems. I met all da boyz. They became my friends & we bonded over art, music & food. They all had my back & I had theirs. We were all from different walks of life but we're all one in the same in there & it didn't matter what you looked like or how much money you had. One other lady in there even reminded me of my mother. I still wish her well. I even wish the lady who kept trying to steal my make up, bra & clothes well. I remember telling her she didn't have to take she could just ask & I would give. That really changed my own perspective of people & why people do the things they do. Hearing them say I helped them with just a smile or some kind words. I was even amazed how my art would calm the mind of my boy Danny. He even hung it all up on the walls & would show me when I came back from my 'vape & phone leave'. Michael ( different one lol ) helped me heal my broken heart & Vanilla would share his smokes & have a chat. Peter helped me seek help for my physical health. Mark would bring in chocolates for us all. It helped me get through my own days. Da boys aren't bad or corrupt, they've just been in a system that failed them & wasn't made easy for them. We just all helped each other out of a dark place. Cracking jokes over cheese & crackers at supper. We all have rights, you can decide who you are & who you want to be no matter where you come from or the tough trials you have faced in life. Just need to have manners and take ownership of who you are & what you want. Even if I helped only one person during my time. (I know I tried to help more) I am proud of it all. Even the psychiatrists, nurses & doctors became like a community all the way to the people who served food or helped me meditated with sensory lights. Every person & everything mattered to me on a deeper level because everyone had a reason to be there or a job to be doing. So now I am going to be furthering my studys next year in peer work for mental health because these people deserve someone who listens & cares about them no matter what situation they are in. I'll never forget one of the boys calling me when I got home to tell me he missed me & how much "better" I was then him ( not true my brah ! ) Our lives & thoughts truly do matter. I do not consider myself 'mentally ill' or believe I should be locked up inside a ward because the world thinks I'm a little different. I am who I am & I am not an addict but I still have to cope with my toxic addictive tendencies & I feel I understand things much more clearer now.

I know what I want to do now. I'm a great mother, friend & business owner, I have rights to my own body & what medications I take. I have rights to make my own path & shape my own future. I have rights to learn from my mistakes. & I hope these lads never forget how important they are to me.

#mental illness #mental health #mental health advocate #beautiful words #art

[gabbidocx]

Never Again after 6 years: A letter for the future voters of the Philippines

My dear baby sister, 

Do you remember when your teacher told you what we should look for in a good leader? I helped you make that assignment because you needed more than just a “kind” leader. If our parents knew about that assignment, they would’ve scolded us and said not to interfere with conversations meant for adults only. But here’s what they don’t want you to know: you have the right to ask for a good leader. Six years from now, ate Sandi will vote for the first time. And then another six years after that, it’ll be your turn. I know it’s going to be a long way to go and that the things that matter to you at the moment are to play and be with your classmates again. But when you reach a certain age, you will wake up one day and discover that it’s in our hands to determine who gets to lead the country and what they can do to help us out. I used to be like you. I never wanted to involve myself in politics. It didn’t matter to me because I thought it was only for adults. At one point, I was even an M-word and D-word apologist because our parents taught me that they were good. But that’s all conspiracy. I only learned the truth when reality hit me. I was around 16 or 17. I started commuting to school alone. Since then, I’ve faced sexual harassment on the train and the streets; I was even followed home and called our dad to come out of the house to fetch me. In the news, I watched kids my age die from tokhang (a raid where people are suspected to be drug dealers). Then when all of that happened, I couldn’t help but wonder, was I ever truly safe? Or did I just remain silent? What snapped me out of the loyalist lens was how he never honestly had respect for women. The only thing that mattered to him was his war on drugs and nothing else (that was never fully solved, thank you very much). I saw him kiss a woman on TV—a woman who was not his wife. Then it all came down to me like a stack of dominos. He was a killer, a liar, and he gave us so much debt that even our great grandchildren will have to pay when they’re older. That was when I knew I had the power to overthrow a big bad man like him. And I longed for May of 2022 to come. But that excitement went down the drain too. It still seems impossible that another Marcos won (along with him are his cronies too). It’s like we never truly learned from the past. While our parents celebrated in the living room, Ate Sandi and I were on the bed with rosaries. It was the first time that we truly got to converse with God and ask for mercy. And while the rest of our M-word apologist family slept like babies, I spent all night staring at the live results, angry and mortified. I cried out of spite that night. My friends, our cousins, were all cursing on the text chats. And our family just laughed at them. My relatives laughed at those who voted for the capable candidate—my relatives laughed at us. I expected them to party (even when their leader did not invite them), but I didn’t expect them to feast on the young voters who just wanted a brighter future. It has gotten so bad that for the past few days, our titas and lolas were willing to fight our cousins and me so that they could defend the son of a dictator. They told us to stop complaining and that we wouldn’t understand. Eventually, it affected my mental well-being too. I wanted to write about the fiasco that day, but I couldn’t. I felt weak the past couple of days, not because I was the only one defeated, but the entire Filipino people. Even those who voted for Marcos were already taken over when they believed in fake news. Our family kept pushing the narrative that Marcos’ upbringing would save the Philippines. No, they won’t. And it pains me even more that I can never change their mind about that crooked family. I admit that my powers weren’t enough in trying to change the course of our corrupt situation. But that doesn’t mean my vote was useless. I still advocated for the right despite the results. I helped fight disinformation by using my voice on social media. I know this might be harder to fight now that big-bad man is about to take his seat in the Malacañang but don’t worry, my dear baby sister, it doesn’t have to be this way. We don’t have to fall for misinformation like our family, and I might be able to help you to break that generational curse. All I ask is that you please try to see the world for yourself when you grow up. And when that time comes, here’s a list of the things you need to prepare for when it’s your time to vote: One, before the election day comes, you will have a couple of months to study. Yes, you NEED to review all the candidates and not just handpick them because they have a funny jingle (I heard you singing Mark Villar’s jingle, and you don’t even know who he is). Make sure that the things you read and watch are credible and come from reputable news sources. Remember that this is your future at stake. Choose the ones who can protect you, the ordinary people, without having to use violent force and leave a mountain full of debt. Write them on a piece of paper so that you’ll know who to shade when the time arrives. Second, when May arrives, please bring an umbrella and a fan. Wake up super early to avoid the freakishly long line and the possibility of the voting machines breaking down. Reject vote-buying. You know better than letting someone dictate your right in exchange for money. Third, never let anyone see your ballot. You’ll be a grown woman by then, so you’d know better than asking for someone else to insert a paper for you. Fourth, be proud that you exercised your right regardless of the outcome. At the end of the day, if you know that you voted for someone with an excellent background and a reliable platform, you did your part just right. And like the situation your ate Gabbi is in right now, I will never regret voting for the responsible candidate. I hope you won’t too. Love, Your ate Gabbi

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jerma did a stream with ludwig and they were talking about bidets and ludwig asked him if he had long balls and he said yes

#jerma #i was eating while watching and i almost choked it was so unexpected #chat has corrupted him so much in the past year