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catcze · 6 months
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"You cold?" Wriothesley asks.
"No," you try to tell him over the sound of your teeth chattering. Your arms are hugged close to your body, your posture rigid. Every single cell in your body is screaming at you to leave this stupid ass mountain— you never have been very good with dealing with the cold, and you doubt you ever will be.
Beside you, Wriothesley just sighs and stuffs his hands into his pants pockets. Unlike you, the bastard was a cryo vision holder. He got a pass when it came to having to deal with freezing temperatures.
"I did tell you to bring more layers when we left, sweetheart," he chides you, and you growl.
"I didn't think it would be this cold!"
"Ah," he says, waving a finger in the air victoriously. He grins. "So you're admitting that you are cold."
Your jaw drops— your boyfriend can be such a little shit sometimes, as much as you love him. You stick your tongue out at him and, out of sheer spite, you head forward, sheer cold momentarily forgotten as you try to search for those starsilver ores the traveller had asked of you. You just want to get off this mountain, go home, and take a long, long nap in your warm bed. Ideally with your boyfriend cuddling you back to normal temperature.
You hear the approaching stomp of Wriothesley's large boots behind you, crushing snow underfoot, but pay him no mind. Then he steps up close behind you, holding out his coat.
"Arms up," he says. You frown.
"Wrio—" he could get cold himself, you want to say, but he cuts you off by shaking the coat in his hands.
"Arms up." And he won't take no for an answer. So you keep silent this time, holding your arms out and letting him slipi his coat onto you. As soon as the extra layer is on you, you feel just the slightest bit better. Still cold, still wet, but... better.
"You didn't have to, you know," you say, turning to face him. You say that, but you can't deny how you nestle into the collar, trying to warm your face. Wriothesley doesn't miss it either, and he smiles. One corner of his lip pulling higher than the other.
"Cryo vision, sweetie. 'M not gonna freeze before you," he says. "Besides, the sooner we get home the sooner we can warm up with a cup of tea. That sound good to you?"
Wriothesley takes your hand and weaves your fingers together, pulling you along the trail. He squeezes your fingers and you squeeze back.
Feeling much warmer now (and not just because of the coat) you nod, and trot along after him. "Yeah. Sounds good, Wrio."
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ninadove · 3 months
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Hello there.
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Do you ever think about Emotion?
Of course you do. How could you not. But do you ever think about this exchange specifically:
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“You’re not Adrien!”
Because Adrien is sweet, and forgiving, and kind. In fact, kindness is his defining quality — Marinette herself made sure of it:
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“I’ll never tell another boy I love him before I know everything about him! Whether he’s kind or not, thoughtful, what he does outside of school and with who… I’ll know everything.”
But.
Do you ever think about Adrien’s development in S4 and especially S5?
Overtime, he has grown resentful of a system that exploits him relentlessly.
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Of the people he gave countless chances to, only to be let down over and over again.
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Of the web of lies and half-truths he constantly finds himself tangled into. A web that is only growing bigger, stickier, and trickier to escape.
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And the Senticousins. Do you ever think about them?
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Do you ever think about how they are each other’s reflection, identical and opposites all at once?
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“When you bring a living being into this world, you have a responsibility towards them. Your duty is to protect them, love them, help them discover the true meaning of their existence. To deprive them of that… is monstruous.”
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“To have a child is to help them blossom, to grow, to find themselves and to be free!”
Do you ever think about their opposite character arcs in S5 — one learning mercy and trust, the other developing a rage so strong it could destroy the world?
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Do you ever think that if Felix can now have this exchange with his mum, and mean it:
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“They’re all monsters!”
“Not all of them.”
Then there’s nothing stopping Adrien from saying this:
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“Look closer, Marinette. They’re the monsters.”
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lost-in-lamentation · 5 months
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MC: solomon taught me a spell that lets me see through clothes
Simeon: what would you even do with it?
MC: [looks at mammon]
Mammon: eh? what?
MC: so small.
Mammon: I AM NOT SMALL
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xrudyred · 7 months
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girls just wanna have fun (and chase a child around a pizzaplex)
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vampyr3wife · 5 months
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every single time I see a cat outside
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gabessquishytum · 10 months
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thinking again about incubator hob my beloved... imagine, he loves being kept pregnant in the dreaming, he really does, he wouldn't change it for anything. but he also gets so curious about what it would feel like for dream to fill him up with eggs in the waking. so once the term is over and hob can tell everyone he's going out of town for a vacation in the country? dream doesn't waste any time in whisking him off to a cozy little cottage somewhere with no neighbours to complain about the noise.
turns out being filled with eggs in the waking is very, very different, and hob's equally as obsessed with it. dream crafts the eggs carefully -- they're duds, the waking is no place to birth dreamkin, but they're just big enough to stretch hob pleasantly and just too heavy for him to ignore. he fills hob up just the same as he always does in the dreaming, reshaping his cock to fill his beloved, stuffing hob's womb full and then sealing his cervix shut to keep the eggs inside until they're ready.
hob quickly learns that being in the dreaming smooths over most of the discomfort of his body being used in ways it was never meant. doing this in the waking is... not painful, not quite, but almost. the strange discomfort of his womb being streched, the cramping as his body tries to push the eggs out and then, when it can't, trying to rearrange his insides to make space for the clutch. it doesn't feel good, exactly, not conventionally, but hob absolutely loves it. and when dream takes pity on him and pushes a few fingers into his dripping cunt, well. a few orgasms are enough to sort out most of the discomfort, as it turns out.
hob is, predictably, obsessed. he spends the next couple weeks desperately horny and taking stock of every new feeling, every stretch mark as the eggs grow, just a little, the way they would in the dreaming. and just like in the dreaming, he spends most of his time in dream's lap, either seated on his cock or begging to be. and the birth, when it happens, has a sharper edge of pain than he's used to... but that just makes him come even more.
except, as dream realizes when hob passes out after laying the eggs... there's one still inside him. dream could magic it away, of course, but he's curious and decides to leave it -- and decides not to mention it to hob. because hob likes when dream messes with him, he likes when dream doesn't ask permission, and he suspects that whatever's happened? it'll make a very enjoyable surprise later.
and he's right. because the egg is clearly something -- dream suspects it's a little nightmare that followed hob out of the dreaming -- and a few days later, dream feels it hatch. it's still small, dream can tell with certainty now that it's a nightmare but means hob no harm at all, and he watches hob take to absently cupping a hand over his belly. it's growing, and there's a tiny swell to hob's belly when it's time for hob to go back to london, and dream still doesn't say anything.
the little dreamthing makes itself known when hob's downstairs in the pub, nursing a pint and working on lessons plans for the fall, when suddenly there's something very distinctly moving inside him. he can feel the little tendrils reaching out from his womb, down into his pussy, and for a minute all he can do is sit there and get so wet he's soaking into his jeans as a tentacle stretches up to wrap around his clit. he finally manages to get it together to gather up his things and stumble up the stairs when he feels a tendril nudging at his ass and other slipping into his peehole.
when dream comes by a bit later, he finds hob writhing on his bed with a mass of tentacles between his legs, tugging at his clit and fucking in and out of his holes. he's overwhelmed and helpless to stop them and he loves it, he knows they're something of dream's, it feels incredible and he doesn't want it to stop. but still, it's that much better when dream joins him on the bed to wrap hob in his arms and kiss him while he comes again and again.
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As always.... I am SCREAMJNG about your mind. Just yes. We gotta make that man pregnant. As much as possible.
For some reason the best thing here for me is… he doesn’t notice!! He doesn’t suspect a single thing!! Dream has pulled the wool over his eyes. And bless him, Hob is just wandering around with a real dreamkin in his belly. A sweet little nightmare, thriving in the waking world and in Hob’s willing body. Occasionally his stomach aches and he’s quite sure that he’s either bloated or gaining weight because every morning his belly is just the littlest bit more swollen. His lower back hurts and his insides are churning and he still doesn’t get it! Even when Dream can see the little furrow of discomfort between his eyes, the same one he gets when he’s trying hard to push out the eggs.
Not to mention his cunt is puffy and swollen. The usually soft brown skin is now pink and shining for some reason. His clit is constantly sensitive, almost twitching with desire. When Dream is around all these symptoms get worse and worse. And he still doesn’t get it.
Dream has a wonderful time watching all of this go down. He can even communicate with the little nightmare as it dwells inside his beloved’s womb. He can encourage it to move, and tell it how well it’s treating Hob. Of course it’s really a part of Dream, so he can also feel what it’s like to be inside Hob’s body like that! It’s the most wonderful, incredible sensation. All softness and warmth and comfort. Hob is just the perfect incubator, the most wonderful place for dreamkin to develop and grow.
It’s Dream who’s in charge when the little nightmare finally, finally decides that it’s time to come out and give Hob a surprise. He chooses a time when he knows Hob is in public, just for the pure delight of observing him stumble up the stairs on trembling legs. The poor dear hardly makes it to the bed before he’s tearing at his clothes and collapsing down to lose himself in the maddening sensations between his legs.
Dream chooses to observe for a while - to let Hob suffer endure through the pleasure, through orgasm after orgasm. His lower belly is still bulging with the nightmare’s form, and there isn’t an inch of his cunt that isn’t decorated by dark tendrils with little sucking mouths that fuck into his holes and latch onto every sensitive nerve ending.
Ultimately Dream is there to witness the “birth” - the nightmare is quite capable of wiggling out by itself, but Hob is going through contractions anyway and Dream finds it fascinating to watch as his body works to push and push every tentacle and tendril of dark dreamstuff from inside. He can’t seem to stop coming. Orgasm after orgasm hits him, one after another. He’s barely finished one before the next begins and he can barely even breathe from the intensity of the pleasure. He makes such a mess of the bed, he has to ask Dream to replace the mattress entirely.
And the good little nightmare who provided such entertainment? Obviously becomes one of Dream’s favourites. When Hob comes to the dreaming, the nightmare rushes to him and snuggles up to his abdomen… like it wants to crawl right back into his womb <3 too bad his belly is already stuffed full of eggs again already. Hob definitely hasn’t had enough of being Dream’s personal incubator, even after all that.
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catcze · 1 month
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“What are you thinking right now?”
It’s a throwaway question, meant as something to fill the silence and an excuse for you to hear his lovely voice.
But the scratch of Wriothesley’s pen halts. Seated on his lap, his front to your back, you can feel the deep inhale he takes, and you glance over your shoulder to try to catch his expression.
As you do, your eyes immediately meet his icy blue— melted by warmth and affection, and trained on you. It’s enough to make heat rise to your face.
“Well,” his thumb rubs absent circles on your stomach. “Thinking about you, I guess.”
It’s a fight to not hide out of bashfulness, but you manage to speak— “What… what about me?”
A laugh leaves him, and he hugs you even closer. “Just the usual. How amazing you are. How perfectly you fit against me. What you might want for dinner. Y’know.”
Wriothesley leans his head against yours, nuzzling into your hair. His palms are so warm on your skin. He takes a deep breath, leaning into you more and melting against you like chocolate in the sun.
“Been thinking about how lucky I am, too. How fate is kind for pointing me in your direction, sweetheart.”
A soft, sweet kiss is pressed to the crown of your head. His next admission is a whisper, quiet and secret and for your ears only.
“Been thinking about how much I love you, how I can’t wait to be yours for the rest of my life, for as long as you’ll have me.”
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misc-obeyme · 4 months
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its been a minute since ive played either game, do you know if theres detention??? was daydreaming about good doer delinquent mc (as in, beats up the bullies but ends up in detention/teachers think theyre the bad one) and then realized i either dont remember or havent seen any detention
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Hello there, 🐈‍⬛ anon!
As it turns out, there is in fact detention!
It happens in season four of the OG when MC and Simeon start talking at lunch. They get distracted and totally miss one of their classes. Skipping class means you get detention!
When they showed up to the classroom in which detention was being held, it was being run by Barbatos. I found this very interesting because they said that detention is normally run by a student council member, thus implying that Barbatos is not actually on the student council himself. I kind of see this as he just acts as Diavolo's personal assistant so he's like council adjacent. But also good because give the man a break from something for once.
Anyway, they proceed to explain that it has to be Barbatos now because members of the student council kept finding themselves in detention. In this case, they're talking about Mammon specifically. I can't remember what he did, though.
Also present is Thirteen who I think caused some kind of trouble with a trap or something. I don't remember that exactly, either tbh.
The punishment is writing lines on a chalkboard.
Barbatos tells Simeon to write something like "I smile a lot but I'm scary when I'm angry ♡" with the heart and everything.
I don't remember what MC's line was or if they even gave us one.
But this stuck out to me because I remember being like I am a grown ass adult there is no way I would agree to do detention at all, let alone writing lines. Then again, these are also ancient beings and they're doing it, so they'd probably be like being over thirty is not a good enough reason to get out of writing lines lol.
Anyway, I think it was mostly a lighthearted sort of thing.
Personally I really like the idea of do gooder delinquent MC getting in detention all the time to the point where Barb is just like, don't even bother. He'd be like okay obviously you're not supposed to beat up students, but if you sneak out of detention, I shall turn a blind eye... and he'd get away with it easily too.
Anyway, I hope that helps you out! I don't remember exactly what lesson that detention part is in, so if someone knows, please feel free to drop the number in the comments or something!
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felinemotif · 5 months
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that bastard killed su-yeong i'm so upset she was only nine years old and everything she did was to protect her little brother TT could have killed off any other character in that scene it did NOT have to be her
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8rujaa · 10 days
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i don’t want to jinx it but i’m so excited for our date, i feel like i’m in a dream
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katsukikitten · 6 months
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Head empty only thoughts of arranged marriage or sex with Gojo because the elders demand he at least leave behind one heir.
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vampire king!reader having a blood thirst crisis bc its been a while since he fed 🐈‍⬛
he gets extremely aggressive and pushes stone and kali away as much as he can bc be knows that if he stays near them he will attack. he doesnt want to. in any way. he loves them. but...
Stone is avoiding you because of it, he's not really proud of it but as I've said, man's not going to let your fangs anywhere near his neck.
(Stone, baby, you're supposed to be there for Reader. You're not supposed to run.)
So it's up to Kali.
And boy will Kali track you down and fuss over you until you give into his offer of drinking from him. I like to think his footsteps are so light, most of the time your vampire hearing can't pick up on them. So you have no idea where he is in the house, unlike Stone whose footsteps are so loud. It's easy for Kali to find you and nag and nag until you relent.
You might be a king, but you're no match for Kali. Kali has a will and where there's a will, there's a way.
You will drink from him, feed yourself some substance, and there is no "or else" because you don't truly have a choice.
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catgirlreisuwa · 1 year
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While I understand that people are disappointed about the backstory re: Kazuki’s wife and blame the writing for making her yet another bland, soulless side character who fades into the background without leaving so much as a strong imprint on us, the audience, I have been thinking about it and even though it can be because of poor writing, falling into clichés that make the story progress easily without delving too much into things… I can also see why Karin described her sister as “happy” and “she loved flowers”. At the end of the day, when we experience loss, all that remains are the memories we have of that person. If we do not move on, or until we move on, like Kazuki, those memories will be rooted in grief. And, don’t get me wrong, the grief will always be there! But with time and conscious effort, it will get easier. Karin has moved on, and she remembers her sister the way someone who wishes to be happy without her does.
At the end of the day, isn’t those things the sort of things people say during wakes and funerals? She was always so happy and full of life. She loved flowers and long walks on the beach. She lived for her family and friends. She was always nice to people. Sure, they’re things people say about those who are no longer with us, that do not really have much depth to it. I’m not denying the lack of profoundness in those statements. But, at the end of the day, it’s the trivial, menial things that get said about those who left us. And I think it’s important to remember that.
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