#how come people cannot welcome you back properly?

[call-sign-shark]

Hi love, I just wanted to send you a quick message and thank you for being so welcoming as I came back to this forum and fandom! It makes all the difference, you’re a gem. Thanks again, flower! 😘

Oh thank you so much honey, this is lovely message!!No need to thank me, you seem to be such an adorable person and you do deserved to be welcomed correctly! It warms my heart to know it made you happy. I really look forward to talking more to you. 😘💚

#Shark talks #Thura you are a sweetheart #how come people cannot welcome you back properly?

[unoislazy]

I Am No Coward

(Part 2)

Mizu x Fem! Reader

Summary: You find out that your brothers wife cannot cook for shit.

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You and Mikio hadn’t spoken since your last argument. It wasn’t much of an argument as much as it was you just yelling at him, but regardless you both hadn’t talked since. You said nothing to him any time he entered a room, you turned away and continued whatever activity or conversation you held before he entered.

Oh you were mad, beyond that even, but you tried your best not to let it show when around Mizu. Despite your anger towards Mikio you didn’t want it to affect how Mizu viewed him, if she even valued your opinion that much by this point. You helped her out with chores that Mikio had more or less just tossed on her, which were things that you had already been in charge of beforehand. You constantly told her there was no need for her to help, and that if you handled it before, you could handle it now, but she would always insist on helping.

So you let her.

It was coming close to sundown so you gathered up as many ingredients as you thought necessary and set them out to begin cooking. As you had set out your ingredients you had noticed someone enter the room through your peripheral vision. You turned a bit, not wanting to give the person your full attention or acknowledgement in case it had been Mikio, but you quickly realized that the person was actually Mizu. Now knowing this, you greeted the woman with a wide smile and beckoned her to join you.

“Would you like to help me prepare the food?” You asked as she knelt down beside you. She looked at all the ingredients you had set out with a confused look very evident on her face.

“I can try… but I’ve never actually cooked before.” She admitted, looking up from the food and towards you. Your smile never faltered, as you turned back to the now heated pot before you.

“We all have to start somewhere right? Here, why don’t you chop some of these.” You instructed, pushing some vegetables towards her and handing her the knife. You could see her eyes light up almost the instant she looked at the knife, happy to finally see something she knew how to properly use without help. She nodded at you before chopping to her heart's content. You on the other hand began to get the spices and other parts of the meal prepared before the vegetables.

You were nowhere near the level of a chef, you simply had to learn the hard way what worked with cooking and what didn’t. In the very beginning of your stay with Mikio, you fondly remember him taking at least some time out of his day to help teach you some basics to cooking. You wished you could somehow convince him to go back to the way he was, but you couldn’t change him and you knew that, and at this point you didn’t want Mizu to get hurt trying. She was his wife after all but you still felt awful sitting by and watching as he ignored all of her attempts to get on his good side.

On the bright side of everything, you truly enjoyed Mizu’s company and you made sure it was obvious to her. She always seemed so genuinely interested in everything you showed her how to do, from cleaning the stables, to cleaning the house, feeding the horses, and now even cooking. She was making an effort to adjust to this new life and she had not a single complaint about it. It had taken you a moment to get used to two other people being around all the time, but when it came to Mizu you welcomed it with open arms.

She was a lot more clumsy than one might initially believe her to be. The amount of times she had tripped or dropped a bucket while cleaning was enough to count on two hands. It seemed to you as if she wasn’t used to the apparel she now wore everyday which struck you as a bit odd, but you truly didn’t put any more thought into it. If anything, you found her slip ups pretty adorable for someone so tall and quiet.

“What do I do with them?” You heard Mizu ask, snapping you out of your thoughts almost immediately. You looked towards the dark haired women, quickly noticing the now entirely full plate. She had minced every single thing you had given her and it was clear that she was eagerly waiting for more.

“Oh, just set those aside for now. Here take this.” You instructed, handing her a small bowl of spices as you grabbed the stacked plate of vegetables.

“Just add a pinch into the pot while I try and find…” Your voice trailed off as you continued to search the area for your missing utensils. You could’ve sworn you had placed a ladle out along with the rest of your ingredients. You turned every which way, not seeing it anywhere as you placed the plate down and stood up. You looked back at Mizu who was holding a now empty bowl of spices, but this fact had gone completely unnoticed by you.

“You can add a few of those in, I just need to go and find a ladle.” You said, pointing at what Mizu needed to do next before walking off. Once you had quickly found the utensil you had needed you returned to the room to find Mizu now holding three barren spice containers. This time you indeed noticed.

Your eyes widened as you looked towards Mizu, then the pot, then back at Mizu who was just looking at you with a blank stare. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as you thought, there's a possibility she might’ve just added the right amount and… the rest just disappeared.

You knelt down near the pot, carefully stirring the soupy concoction with your new found ladle, and very carefully gave it a small sip.

Your face very quickly contorted into a sour grimace as you placed the ladle down. You noticed how Mizu’s blank stare very quickly turned to disappointment and you immediately felt horrible, despite the whole situation truly not being that big of a deal.

“I should’ve been more descriptive.” You reassured Mizu, she had told you she never cooked before so you probably should’ve taken more caution when instructing her.

“Is it fixable?” She asked, looking towards the plate of vegetables with a hopeful gaze.

“As much as I want to approve that idea, those aren’t going to fix this.” You joked, earning a bit of a pout from the woman. You snickered a bit at her reaction, before handing her some water. “This should dilute it a bit.” You offered, handing her the bowl. Just as she was about to pour the water in you stopped her, having thought of a harmless yet still annoying prank. You grabbed a separate bowl and poured some of the non-diluted soup in, then told Mizu to continue pouring the water in. She watched you set the bowl aside with pure confusion before adding more water.

“What’s that bowl for?” She asked, now putting the empty bowl down.

“Don’t worry about it. Now where are the vegetables?” You questioned, it wasn't exactly directed at Mizu, it was more or less just you speaking aloud. You both search around the very small area taken up by your cooking materials before you spotted them. You reached for them with haste but you hadn't realized that Mizu had too. She had managed to put her hand on the side of the plate before you had, so you ended up lightly grazing her hand with your own. You immediately retracted your hand, not wanting the moment to linger, but at the same time there was some part in you that did.

You very quickly just chalked it up to an intrusive thought, afterall you were not going to make moves on your brother's wife, you accidentally touched hands, it was nothing more than that, calm down.

So that's what you did, you retracted your hand and paid no mind to the action as if it had never happened before telling Mizu to throw the vegetables into the broth. She nodded, doing just as she was told, and dumped them in and as if by some miracle, the food began to smell really good, just the way it should.

While you both waited for the food to finish cooking, you thought it a good time to just talk to the woman.

“So… How are you and Mikio getting along?” You asked, turning to Mizu who was now blankly staring at her hands that were placed carefully on her lap. You could sense the inner turmoil on whether or not she should answer truthfully, so you decided to help her out a bit.

“If you wish to speak ill of my brother, trust me I won’t be mad.” You began to reassure her lightheartedly. “I guarantee that your complaints would equal mine.” You continued, earning an acknowledging smile from her.

“I don’t think he likes me all that much.” She admitted quietly as if she was ashamed to have said so. You looked towards her with a bit of pity evident in your gaze, not because you pitied her not being liked by Mikio, but because you pitied her for even valuing his opinion of her in the first place. You had to remind yourself, she is his wife now so it would only be natural for her to want him to at least show some approval of her. That only made his current treatment of her even more upsetting in your eyes.

“I’d say not to pay him any mind, he’s just a grouchy old man who doesn’t see potential in anything that wont get him back his honor.” You explained, sounding as if you were joking but you both knew you werent.

“Has he always been this way?” She asked, turning towards you a bit more to show her interest in your response. You smiled a bit, not looking up at her as you told her,

“No. He used to be very kind and patient, I’m sure you would’ve loved him had you met him before… but now? Ever since he lost his title he’s been so hellbent on regaining his honor that he truly doesn’t care about much else.” You rambled slightly, your hand balling into a fist a bit as you clutched onto the fabric of your clothes, trying not to let yourself get lost in the emotions of what was. As much as you missed the old Mikio, you knew even then he still had his flaws. You remembered vividly how he refused to teach you anything related to fighting, he claimed it was too dangerous but once you had argued it was more dangerous for you to not know how to defend yourself, he dropped the topic entirely and avoided you any time you would try and bring it up again.

That’s why you were so intrigued when you found out that Mizu was able to fight. You had hoped to one day work up the courage and ask her to teach you because you knew, especially by this point, your brother was in no position to change his mind. You figured now was not the best time to ask as you looked up to the woman whose brilliant blue eyes were staring back at you, a sympathetic expression on her face.

“Well, at least you know if you ever get tired of dealing with him, you can always come and find me.” You smiled at her, trying to cover up any negative feelings you might have let slip while thinking about your brother. You wanted her to get to know him for herself and make that decision on her own. The last thing Mizu needed was someone telling her how horrible her husband is, after she had just married him, that was sure to go south fast.

Mizu gave you a small smile before turning back to the boiling pot which definitely smelled like it was ready. Very eager to try her first guided attempt at cooking, Mizu began to pour out the soup mixture into different bowls.

You, however, had kept the bowl with leftover undiluted soup and purposefully placed it down where Mikio always sat.

It hadn't taken long for both Mikio and Mizu’s mother to join you two at the table, both of them just as eager to eat as you and Mizu were. Before you ate however, you made a point to Mikio that,

“Yours is a special recipe, I just wanted to try something different than usual.”

Making sure to keep any of the blame for the tastefully challenged meal off of Mizu. Both Mizu and Mikio looked towards you, the same lack of certainty spread across their faces as they looked towards Mikio’s bowl. It didn’t look too much different from the rest of the dishes, but the moment Mikio placed the bowl to his lips and took not even a full second of a taste, he knew what was wrong. His face scrunched just as yours had done when you originally tasted the extremely strong broth. He immediately placed the bowl down, trying to suppress the urge to cough or spit it out to not look bad in front of Mizu and her mother. You watched on in glee as he proceeded to make himself look like an idiot, all while he sent an unrelenting glare your way.

“I see you must have forgotten a few steps.” Mikio muttered through several coughs. You merely smiled, very cheekily one might add, at the man before commenting,

“I guess you’re just not strong enough to handle that taste.” You shrugged before sipping your own food, which evidently tasted much better than his. He knew you were trying to get under his skin, the worst part in his eyes, was that it was working. He knew you were upset, he knew you didn’t like the way he had been acting, but he also believed he knew what was for the best. He believed if he continued working everything would go back to the way it was and then you would no longer have a reason to be so petty towards him. He wasn’t ready to be swayed on his thinking, so he wouldn’t be.

The three of you ate in peace before Mikio fully placed his bowl down and stood up, claiming that he had more work to finish up before leaving the room in silence. Mizu looked towards the door the man had just walked out of. Her expression wasn’t easy to read but she definitely didn’t exactly seem sad that he had left. She then turned to you, gesturing to Mikio’s now abandoned plate and asked,

“What was that for?”

“Just… some sibling rivalry. Nothing really.” You answered. It wasn’t exactly a lie. In a way you were rivals but you just hadn’t realized how yet.

#x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #fanfiction #unoislazy #mizu x reader #mizu come home the kids miss you #bes mizu #blue eye samurai fanfic #blue eye samurai x reader #x female y/n #x female reader #x fem!reader #mizufics #mizubrainrot #mizu x you #mizu bes #mizu fanfic #mizu #blue eye samurai #blue eyed samurai #x readers #xreader fanfic

[imaginemoons]

PREGNANCY HCS PT.2

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: ZHONGLI 🫶🤗

Warnings: Bad English, blood

Genre fluff

| Zhongli |

When you tell him:

•Ok, First of all, he was SOOO shocked, him?You chose him of all people to bear children with?... He couldn't be anymore happier.

•You were honestly shocked (yet not) when he started tearing up that you also started to cry more, you guys couldn't honestly be happier.

•He picked you up and started spinning from all the happiness, he kissed you lovingly and sweetly. "My dearest.. you have truly made me the happiest man alive".

During the months:

•He has been to ALL of your appointments, he has to know if you and the baby are well and won't have any compilacations throughout the pregnancy.

•Like Diluc he would shower you with gifts from childe's wallet ofc. You'd have many jewelry all made from lapis.

•He loved watching your belly grow with your guyses child, He finally felt like he had retired from being an archon and had finally started a life for himself with the love of his life.

•He would ask for the adepti to keep an eye on you whenever you go out or he's out at work. Is sometimes REALLY possessive dragon things.

•Whenever you guys cuddle he would always be the big spoon, and hold you tight. Or he will sleep beside your tummy.

•If you ask him he'd definitely sing to your baby. Sometimes the baby even kicks when he sings🫶.

•"My love, I cannot wait for our little one to come out, I want to meet him, but I cannot help but think I would be a bad father" he says

•"Li, how could you ever be a "bad father" you are a man that saved hundreds and thousands of people" you say. Zhongli chuckles lightly at this.

•"Yes, but I have also killed hundreds and thousands of people" He says back. "Zhongli whoever you see yourself to be, You always will be the man I love and more and you will be a great father to our child".

•After more talking he eventually calmed down. It ended with you to cuddling and comforting each other.😭

Giving birth:

•It was night time and you guys were taking an evening walk. But suddenly when you were taking a break at the bridge, your water suddenly broke!.

•Of course you called for zhongli who was just taking in the beautiful scenery. Zhongli immediately ran to you and carried you to bubu pharmacy FAST.

•When you guys arrived baizhu and qiqi immediately went near you to see what was going on Zhongli explained to them: "Dr. Baizhu! Please! Help my wife her water broke!".

•Baizhu immediately led them to the labor room, and Zhongli gently laid you down onto the bed, Baizhu prepped you and checked if your cervix has dilated.

•Baizhu told you everything looked good, you just needed to push now so that you could meet your baby.

•"Breath (name), 3,2,1 push!," You pushed as hard as you can, holding onto Zhongli's hand he helped you to breath properly.

•After 3 more pushes, your baby was finally out, IT WAS A GIRL! ,you watched as Baizhu held onto you baby and immediately put your baby in your embrace.

•You couldn't help but cry out of happiness, I mean how couldn't you cry out of happiness?,You finally get to meet your child!.

•"Hello little one.." you say with tears in your eyes. You looked up at Zhongli who also was tearing up. "My child.." he said

•After a couple of minutes of you and Zhongli welcoming your child into this world. A nurse had to take her due to that your daughter was still covered in blood.

•After they had cleaned your daughter up, she was back, safe, in your arms, you looked up at Zhongli.

• "What should we name her?" You say, Zhongli thought for a while and eventually came up with the name "Daiyu... We should name her Daiyu" he replied

•"That name is beautiful Zhongli..." You say, you look down on your daughter "Hello, Daiyu... It's your mommy.." "And daddy-" Zhongli added, you couldn't help but chuckle.

•The rest of night, you slept with your daughter in your arms, and Zhongli hunched over the side of the bed, sleeping right beside you guys and holding your hand.

BOOM💥💥💥💥

#fyp #tumblr fyp #idgaf #fypage #drabble #zhongli x reader #morax x reader #famous #zhongli #morax #genshin impact #genshin zhongli #genshin morax

[chanshoesunite]

Making yourself cum on Chan's arm

GENRE: smut, snark, idk arm kink?

WORD COUNT: 2223

Author’s Note (Co-curator Tortoise): This image has been living in my head rent free ever since they posted it. It is my lockscreen for heavens sake!! I have been imagining riding his arm EVERY DAY and it's just not healthy at this point. If you are like me, welcome, please leave a message so we can descend into madness together.

WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), masturbation, petting

„Oh my fucking GOD!“, you exclaim while staring at your phone. Luckily, no one is around, so you do not have to share the cause for your excitement – and despair. Chan has just posted a selfie with Changbin in the group chat “zoo and keeper 💪🐺🐰” between you three and Changbin’s girlfriend.

“Had a good set today~” was the accompanying text.

“Why would he do this to me”, you are absolutely stunned, while also knowing for sure that he has no idea what such a picture would do to you, seeing as you are simply the boys’ flatmate.

You wish you were more than that, so you could write something like Changbin’s girlfriend: “Tell Changbin I need him at my place urgently – it’s for sex reasons.”

You snort and think: “Same, girl. But we can’t all have fit as fuck boyfriends. Some of us have to suffer as singles while living with a perfectly eligible bachelor.”

However, you write: “EEEEWWWW, did NOT need to know this, will purge this from my memory in 3 – 2 – 1 – hey Changbin I have a weird feeling I won’t be seeing you around tonight so don’t forget to put the bins out tomorrow!!”

The ensuing snark in the chat has you grinning and helps you push The Picture out of your mind. It’s late in the afternoon on a Saturday so you decide to live it up and watch a Netflix documentary about some murder cult to distract yourself further. It works, but not for long, because inevitably Chan comes home, all by his lonesome and handsome self.

“Hey, what are we watching?”, he asks, flopping down on the sofa next to you once he has deposited his gym bag in his room. You risk a quick glance at him. Yep, still slightly wet hair from his shower, arms still pumped, veins still popping. God is testing you today.

“People being murdery”, you gesture vaguely at your glass and Chan helpfully reaches over to hand it to you. “Thanks.”

Your fingers brush his wonderfully warm skin and you take a breath and another peek. You notice something on his left hand and – damn it, damn yourself for not resisting – you grasp it lightly to take a closer look. His large hands are calloused, but surprisingly soft. You already knew that and you shamelessly relish the chance of touching him now under the guise of checking out the raw spot on his palm.

“And how did that happen?”, you wonder, “I thought you had callouses for dayyyys”, you stretch the sound while standing up to get some ointment.

“Ah, yeah”, he says shyly, rubbing his head, shouting after you, “you knaur, I guess I didn’t put my straps on properly.”

“Heh, strap-on”, you tease automatically as you walk back, cream in hand. You open the tube and put a pea-sized portion on his reddened skin. “Would’ve thought that makes you raw in other areas.”

“Oh my gosh, YN”, he laughs, letting his head fall back against the couch, then looking up cheekily, “I guess it depends how you use it?”

You huff a laugh, focusing on gently rubbing in the cream – fuck, you love doing this. You try not to make it last too long or be too sensual, but you cannot help but enjoy the texture of his skin under your fingers. You draw little circles on the redness, then use the cream to slightly push into the surrounding muscles of his hand as well.

“I’m not sure you know how to use a strap-on properly then! Best stick to the straps you know – and come find me if your callouses get defeated by your recklessness again.”

You pretend as if you want to get rid of the last bits of cream and travel your fingers up his sleeveless underarm, cruising his prominent veins for a few seconds. Then you quickly pull back and look at the TV screen again. Your fingers are warm from where you touched Chan’s arm, and you have to clench your hand to get rid of the tingly feeling in them. You brush your lips with the same hand that just touched Chan in a nervous tic, which only serves to make you even more nervous when you notice what you are doing and that Chan is still watching you. You pull your hand away from your mouth immediately.

“What?”, you ask, trying to play it cool, because obviously there is nothing to get all bothered by.

“Thanks”, he says simply, with a wide, happy smile. You feel like you could turn into putty when he smiles this way and you yearn to be moulded into something new by him. How dare his mouth and arms work in tandem like that? You try to save yourself by dialling up the drama in your voice:

“Ugh, it’s alright, I guess, all in a day’s work for a saint like me. I do accept alms in the form of chocolate and cash” – and cock, you add in your head, which makes you roll your eyes at yourself and back at the TV but you do catch a glimpse of Chan licking his lips before replying:

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

And you could bicker further, but his low voice took on a weird tone (playful, but sexy? Suggestive? Oh, lord!) and you have literally no spoons left to contain your horniness, so you try to ignore the gorgeous presence next to you and focus on murder.

***

Four hours later you wake up, with a weight on you in unfamiliar places. You have somehow managed to partly drape yourself over Chan –you are spooning into him, holding his left arm hostage like your favourite plushie. His t-shirt is wet where you drooled on him, his head is resting above you. You are surprised to find him asleep, considering his insomniac tendencies.

Still quite dazed, you relish the feeling of his upper arm and side against your body. You lie there, just existing, enjoying this fleeting moment, listening to Chan’s calm breaths, the beating of his heart that you could swear you can feel from where his muscular arm is pressed against you.

When he moves in his sleep, you unwillingly relent your grip. Better to let him turn freely than wake him up. But he doesn’t move away – at least, not the way you expected. He grumbles, flexing his triceps as he slides his arm down. His arm is now lying between you and him, his hand is resting on your thigh, which you have tucked up against you, turning you into a little croissant.

On instinct, you slightly open your legs to let his hand in. You wonder what the hell you are doing. He hooks his hand between your thighs. You wonder what the hell HE is doing. Chan pulls you closer with an ease that both delights and disgusts you in the best possible way. You don’t breathe. He doesn’t let go. His hand is now nicely sandwiched between your legs. His fingers squeeze the meaty part of your thigh, tantalizingly close to your pussy. You lift your head, trying to look in his face. Is he still asleep? Are you his plushie now? Have you died and gone to heaven?

He seems peacefully asleep and you lie back down carefully. You are now much closer to him. You feel hot and a bit shivery. His fingers continue to flex in obviously involuntary movements, his synapses firing in deep sleep. Your eyes drift shut with pleasure.

It feels good. His touch, his proximity, this entire situation. You are taut as a bowstring from excitement. You experimentally touch Chan’s upper arm again, holding on, gently stroking the exposed skin with your thumb. He is so soft and his muscles so thick you could sink your teeth into them.  

With the smallest gasp, you cannot help but roll your hips into his hand, very carefully, to cause that sweet friction you have been denied so far. Lightning strikes through your clit into your stomach.

“Oh shit”, you think, “oh shit, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Because you cannot stop yourself now. Chan’s heady closeness, his smell, his warmth, his fingers and now your own naughty movement have pushed you over an edge and you have to keep rolling, rocking yourself into him. You try to hold back, to be as soft as you can. You make a keening sound, nearly inaudible. You feel like you are being set on fire.

And then Chan turns over and captures you tightly. He rotates the arm between your legs so his hand is splayed on your arse cheek, holding on. His other arm comes down on your other side. He hovers over you, his elbows propping him up while his free hand snakes under your head to grab you in the nape of your neck. You cannot escape from the tight space he has created.

You suck in a shocked breath, your eyes snap open. His face is so close. Before you can move or say anything, try to explain yourself, he grins down at you.

“I knew you liked my arms, YN”, his voice is hoarse and quiet, laced with satisfaction, “I just didn’t know you liked them that much.”

“I’m so sorry”, you say with a panicked look on your face, trying to squirm out of his grasp, “I didn’t think…I didn’t mean to…”

Chan neither lets you finish your sentence nor continue your futile struggle against the virtual wall he has created with his body. He flexes the arm between your legs up against your crotch, squeezing your bum tightly.

“Fffuuuhhck”, you let out a broken moan from the sudden stimulation and your eyes drift shut again. This is what you needed. All the little movements you dared to make before cannot compare in any way to this. Chan’s large hand on your neck squeezes slightly.

“I like it when you swear”, Chan says, looking down at you, relenting the pressure of his arm and then pushing in again, making you gasp, bucking your hips, “and I like it when you use me. So, go on, YN…use me.”

You decide that this is the most realistic sex dream you ever had and to just fucking go with it. You pull Chan’s head down to cover his plump lips with soft kisses. He opens his mouth for you and it feels like he is ready to devour you. When his tongue touches yours for the first time, you feel like you might cum on the spot. His lips and tongue seem to tease you, promising more pleasure.

Your other hand grabs his arm, feeling his magnificent muscles straining to give you as much friction as you need. You start riding his arm slowly but with strength behind every roll of your hips.

“Come on, YN, I can take it.”

It’s dizzying. You pick up your pace, and soon there is no rhythm to your movements anymore, just plain wanton need to feel more. You are moaning into his mouth as he lets his tongue play with yours.

“That’s right, just like that. You have been holding back for so long, being all proper with me, I am so glad you are finally letting loose, you look fucking beautiful, my little princess.”

His low voice, his self-assured tone is driving you closer to your peak, and Chan can tell by your frantic movements and sounds. He kisses your lips, down your jaw. He squeezes your arse and your nape as he growls into your ear: “Keep going, baby girl. Cum on me.”

Yes, this is what you needed.

With a throaty moan you press your wet pussy against his strong underarm and ride out your orgasm, whimpering nonsense. Chan leans his forehead against yours, whispering how sexy you are while you spasm under him.

After what feels like millenia, you go limp. You are breathing hard, still making little noises as you come down from your high.

“Oh, fuck me, oh, that was so good”, you gasp.

Chan lies down next to you and pulls you in tight. He nuzzles your neck and you can feel his grin.

“Yeah? I think so too. Very hot. I especially liked it when you said I am your own personal Adonis.”

You groan and hide your face in your hands.

“I did say that didn’t I?! This is all the fault of. That. Picture.”

You turn around and accentuate your words with pinches to his shoulder and biceps. Chan laughs and catches your hand before it can pinch any further, kissing your fingers.

“You knaur, I never thought this would happen, but I am very happy it did”, he turns a little serious and looks into your eyes intently. “I think you are really cool and hot. And I would like to do this again. Maybe you will find some other parts of me even more enjoyable.”

You cock an eyebrow, making a show of looking him up and down.

“Hm, you think so, do you? Well, you muscular, arrogant, delectable, little shit, I will be the judge of that!”

And with that you attack his lips and push your hand down his pants to reward him for his existence in general and the orgasm he gifted you in particular.

#author tortoise #i am a simple woman #i see arms veins and muscles - i want to worship them #bangchan smut #bang chan smut #bangchan imagine #bang chan imagine #straykids smut #bangchan x reader #bang chan x reader #chanshoesunite #chan smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan scenarios #chan x reader #stray kids fanfic #bang chan fanfic

[machineheraldandy]

RETROFANG: talking about the ship

Xina Kwan x Miguel o’hara

For the 1992-1995 spiderman 2099 comics, and the world of tomorrow 2099 comics that followed.

Welcome back to me rambling in a way that probably doesn’t make sense

Miguel x Xina is one of my comfort ships, something I love, it’s flawed, but beautiful, it tells a story that the writers no longer want to show which is upsetting, it’s flawed loved of two people who care for each other deeply but cannot bring themself to be together, one is self destructive, while one seeks for ways to help. A relationship to its core doomed to fail.

The first time we ever see Xina is when she is that of what we can assume to be around 12-13, both her and Miguel were young students attending school together, two people that would later stick together and not befriend anyone else that we can see, and from the very starts it’s love at first sight for Miguel, you can see with the way it’s drawn to the plot that falls that Miguel falls instantly In love, and it can be argued that Xina also fell in love, or at least let Miguel flirt without being uncomfortable. He gives her a glance, and turns his head to follow her as she does the same before they officially talk.

Later on it’s straight away to flirting, asking to go to the pool, a possible sign of trying to get what a child may consider a date in a way. They spend the rest of their school years friends, and helping each other, it appears that even if both In love, they decided to take it slow, become friends, then best friends, then lovers, a way to build up a healthy and trusting relationship, a relationship that shows Miguel waited years to be with Xina, waited years for her.

This is what I consider deep love, a love that movie, craved but also feared, a love he had to destroy in order to destroy himself

The next time we see Miguel with Xina is when he is moving into his alchemax apartment (it appears), which due to the way we assume Xina is, and how she is in general, even if she went to an Alchemax school, she doesn’t really like Alchemax, yet would do things in support of Miguel working there, she saw flaws in his design and yet hang on, because she loved him, it’s then hinted that they of course did it, but it also shows one of Miguel’s biggest flaws when it comes to Xina, he loves her, but waits too long to learn about her. In later times he learns what she likes, what she does, but here it’s shown that he didn’t even known his best friend had gotten a tattoo of her favourite real life person, something he would have known because they are seen to be best friends that stick together.

Which brings up the issue and possibly why their relationship ended so soon, yes Miguel definitely found Dana attractive, and was emotionally cheating in front of Xina, but at his core he wasn’t ready to be a good partner, he wasn’t ready for a healthy commitment, he couldn’t even properly care for what Xina loved, even after knowing her since they were basically pre-teens. Miguel was not a good man at this time, he’s he waited for Xina for years, but he was too much of a bad person to hold onto her after finally getting her,

You also take into consideration that he is self destructive, he loves Xina more than anything and therefore he had to destroy it fast, he had to find another fast to destroy what he had, he had waited years for a woman, he has her, now he has to get rid of her in a way she will never want him back, how does he do that? Cheating. Emotionally first, and then physically.

When we end up seeing them again it’s because LYLA is broken, LYLA who resembled Xina in the way of it being based off of her tattoo, Miguel doesn’t care for Marilyn Monroe herself, he cares for the fact she is xinas tattoo, hence him only now caring for xina’s interests, caring too late. He becomes desperate to fix her because she is in his way a way to be close to Xina without havent to be near her, he loves Xina, but he can’t return, he messed it up too much on purpose. Though that ends fast as he soon learns that the best person to go to, to fix LYLA is Xina, which could possibly also be seen as an excuse to see Xina again. Once let in the first thing he does is go to her bedroom, to remember the old times, to live in the past, the past he craves but can’t get anymore.

You also see that Xina who is still single and assumed to have stayed single after Miguel, still loves and misses him, her bedside photo is them together. She loves him, she wants him, but she hates him as of now.

Within this time we also see Jack, Xinas Android, Miguel mistakes him for a partner, and seems to be almost jealous, upset. More signs he still loves her even if engaged to Dana, you also see Xina making it clear she doesn’t want him there and hates him, but she doesn’t kick him out, and it’s clear as much as she was uncomfortable, she cared enough to listen, cared enough to help, and of course we know this was going to happen, as even if she claims she just wanted to see him “crawling back” as a joke, it’s clear from the photo in her room, that she wanted him back deeply.

When she talks to Miguel many things are clear, one she is lying about things and two she is desperate to be the one he needs the most, even if she doesn’t want to make that clear.

She lies when talking about why they dated she claims it’s because she felt sorry for Miguel, but once again her photo in her room proves that wrong, along side the fact that she caught Miguel cheating as she came home early to be with him and to make him happy, she deeply cared for him, it was never about his dad, it was always about their love.

You also see how she is almost trying to push him away and is mocking his fiancé, Miguel doesn’t stop her, almost as if he wants her to insult Dana, because truthfully he doesn’t care for Dana the way he should, he cares for her as he loves her as she is what he considered dumb, someone that can’t question him, someone that blindly follows. Yet he sees Xina as smart, independent, and important to him, he loves that about her, yet is also scared about that. Because it means she can help him see his errors, and he doesn’t want to be shown, he wants to remain blind

Next one I want to talk about is this comic panel, you see that Miguel is finally caring for her interests, he is taking the time to get her real old things such as a gumball machine, because he knows she loves it, he is caring enough finally, he knows what she likes, what she want, why she wants it, he cared for her deeply and after years is finally showing it. Only now

next bit in this panel Miguel mentions the fact he was going to end it, he directly tells Xina he is planning to end it in a way, and Xina instead of making a joke, instead of being her nasty self she has been a few times, instead asks him to join her on a trip. Alone. She cares for him enough that she is literally wanting to spend time alone with him as a way to possibly keep him alive but to also reconnect, something that shows her deep love for him, and deep need for him, and also just the fact she is a great friend. These are two people stuck in a bad world they suffer in that still care for each other deeply.

(NO image as I don’t feel comfortable with that)

SA mention

I am bringing up a scene we end up seeing soon into their trip together, a flashback to Kron attempting to harm Xina, this is poorly written and used as a way to show Miguel and Leon’s hate for each other, they directly use Xina getting SA’ED as a way to push two boys fighting. This is no doubt disgusting writing.

But in the sight of this being about Miguel and Xina it has to be bought up in the way that Xina would put himself in danger, and put his family at risk, risk being abused by George, risk loosing everything, risk possibly even being killed by George, to keep Xina safe, he before now refused to fight back, refused to lay a finger on Kron as he was scared for himself and his family. He was frightened, yet he risked it all for Xina. He did at a point nearly bail on Xina, he was scared the worse would happen to him, but in the end he Kepler her. He kept her safe, even if it was poorly written and should have been shown in a different way that didn’t make a man the savour of a woman facing SA

Nor that’s over we get into the venom arc, the arc where Kron as venom attacks Xina and Dana to get to Miguel, something that reveals Miguel’s even deeper connection to Xina, he out of impulse screams for Xina, he is more worried for her, though he is still very worried for Dana, in this he has to save both, he only successfully saves Xina, and Dana passes away, this isn’t used for shipping Xina and Miguel, in fact Xina ends up leaving. This is shown as a way to show their friendship only, they don’t get together, as they both mentally can’t, Miguel lost his fiancé even if he wasn’t the best partner, and Xina had survivors guilt, she hates herself for hating the woman that slept with her boyfriend, a woman who hates her interests (shown by how she hates Gabriel’s retro interests) she so ends up leaving, I can argue that this was the best ending for the comic, until Miguel and Xina returned later. They both weren’t mentally stable, they both yes loved each other, but they would have ruined each other if they tried again.

The next time we see Xina is when she is happy to see Miguel, even slightly seeming to mess around, she cares for Miguel still, and Miguel still cares for her, but she has seemed to move on, she doesn’t care for a relationship, she has a job to do, people to help, and tech to work on, but yet she is still close to Miguel, she still holds onto Miguel, she still in a way loves him, even if as of now that love is platonic, and the same can be said for Miguel, he is trying to find Gabriel, he doesn’t have time for trying to get with Xina,on top of that but they only see each other for what can be assumed to be less than 24/7’S, they aren’t ready to try again, it’s too quick, and the story handles that well, it doesn’t make them a couple, it makes them friends, who still may have feelings for each other.

In the end they end up leaving, Xina just had her best friend did, and Miguel still needs to find Gabriel, they never end up together, from there on Xina stops showing up, she doesn’t appear in canon at all, she is gone from Miguel’s life, if we don’t count time storm a non canon story; it has been nearly I believe 27 years since she was last since.

It is a bitter sweet ending to her story, and she doesn’t get seen again, but it’s also a bittersweet ending to Miguel’s orginal love life for 2099, after that they force him into Peter Parker’s love interests within stories, or he gets tempest from the past, not his time, which I still love, she just isn’t from comics I read. For the year 2099, for the future Miguel has no life without Xina, he is stuck literally and metaphorically in the past.

I would love to Xina come back, she is considered Miguel’s MJ, the endgame, the person he loves more than anything, and really when you see the writing, when you see what was done, that is completely true, it was written that they were doomed lovers, but they could easily become good partners with time and effort, and if Miguel stops being self destructive

In the end they didn’t work due to Miguel’s self harm, and due to the fact Xina wouldn’t deal with what which is good for her. But if Miguel gets therapy…maybe. They could work.

Over all good doomed lover plot, painful for everyone that wanted them together forever such as myself

But in a non canon comic when Miguel is mentally more stable, him and her are married, and ended up growing old together :)

#Xina Kwan #Miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 #world of tomorrow #world of tomorrow 2099 #Xina Kwan 2099 #spiderman 2099 1992 #Retrofang #xinamiguel #xinamig #analysis #talk #rambling #doomed lovers #they could be not doomed if Miguel got therapy

[alienpossession]

"Ahahaha, yeah sir, just trying to keep up with the role, you know? As you said it yourself, cannot let other people know that I'm not myself any longer so I just play pretend being this straight Korean prick. Would've let you do anything you want to me if I know it was you from the get go, please, get in, you'll have so much more fun by being inside of me rather than going around as the little twink,"

After a while, I usually like to check out and test my various vessels which are spread across the globe. Aside from trying to know how well they integrate to human society, I find it amusing to toy around with their feelings and how easy their personality switched between their human persona and my dutiful vessels. It's also a way for me to test my power, like how well I could hide myself to be undetected by their senses which would indicate how well I could hide from other beings that might come to Earth and spoiled my fun. I find it handy to use Vince as my base body since he's loaded and despite claiming to be a very busy businessman when I first met him back then, most of his works are done by other people.

It left a lot of flexibility in his schedule so I simply head to the airport and his private jet ready to drop me anywhere I wished in a moment's notice. After I landed, I usually just dropped Vince's body in the hotel while I did my test, wearing temporary skins that my vessels wouldn't recognize as other vessels of mine and could keep me incognito. Here's what happened in the past few weeks

---

I just smirked as I quickly kneeled and get my tongue out ready to give that sweaty abs some licking it deserves. He's this close to bashed me to death, just like the real homophobic Seulgi would. I turned my incognito mode off and he directly stopped his fist a couple centimetres away from this cute university student's face I slid into earlier. Now, his fist turned into a lustful grab of my hair as he used it to rub me up and down his abs as if I'm some kind of washcloth. His lustful moan is as seductive as I remembered when I took him over in that Hongdae nightclub, and I couldn't help myself but squirted some loads into this university senior's pants while transferred myself to Seulgi through his navel

---

"Oh that was hilarious. I totally didn't see that coming. I really thought you are just one hell of an annoying new client I should endure jist because they could afford me. Totally sorry for being so hard and rude to you Sir,"

I simply smiled. Francis is a personal trainer, a succesful one at that, but I know he's not good with people that are not at least a decently-built individual yet. I slid into this fat fuck when he left Subway and I quickly devised the plot to tick Francis off. I bought some gym clothes to be in character, signed up to the gym where he worked at, asked....no....demanded to have him as my personal trainer and said all the things I know he hated. He's this close to lash out on me, I could tell, but just like the real Francis, he kept himself together. I also didn't find any flaws on the way he behaved like Francis so after about an hour, I turned my incognito mode off and he quickly realized it

"Well Sir, please just left that fat retard quickly and get into me Sir. That look doesn't fit you and I know he only drained you and made you out of breath. Please, it's been a while too since you get inside me,"

---

"Why would you do that, Sir? We are totally fool-proof, you don't have to test us. Is this random test or did you hear anything about us raising other people's suspicion? Now I feel bad for not welcoming you properly, you really played that role a bit too well to, I was this close to slap your face and called you names,"

"No no, you two are doing fine. This is just random test as I'm visiting Egypt anyway. And as for her, I just know you would hate her. Argumentative and loud gym girl that dared to talk back to you? Yeah, that's your trigger, just need to up the ante by disrespecting your mom and boy, I noticed that balled fist yo, I quickly shut off my incognito mode hahah!"

"We felt bad that you have to meet us this way. Maybe you want to slide into Farhan? You've went inside me during Mr. Olympia a couple months ago anyway, Farhan has been longing for you,"

"Well, I'm gonna do it from this chick's body so maybe let's search for somewhere private,"

---

"Master, sorry for being a bit direct but this is not an effective usage of your time. You have so many vessels, why fool around with the ruse?"

"Because I like to do it. And I can do it. Why are you the one questioning me now?"

"Sorry Master. It's just---"

"What?"

"Strip, and where's a bathroom? I need to fuck you with a mirror in sight so he can see that he's just a bottom bitch that lost thr ability to even control his own body and he's not going to influence you anymore even when I'm not inside you all the time. I will make him trapped so deep within his own mind, he wouldn't be able to leak through and influenced you any longer,"

---

"Certainly sir, everything I own belongs to you, including the bitch I'm going to visit. She's all yours. Heck, even if you want to fuck a white twink with my body, so be it, you do what you want with me and my schedule. I'm just so honored that you even bothered to come all the way down to South Africa for me,"

---

"What? Huh....I guess you played Romain a bit too well. Calm down a bit. Get hard. Fuck around more. Stop being so business-minded all the time. It gets annoying to see more of that guy surfaced you know. He's one tough cookie back when I eventually subdued him, turned out he remained tough up until now huh? Giving you a hard time to be loose and free while fooling all the people worked for him. Strip,"

"Oh wow, really? Fuck, I really am going to smash this whole thing with you inside of me during the competition. What a chance encounter this is. I really thought you were just an annoying fan and I only wasted my time here interacting with a fans, but turns out it pays off acting all nice and pretending like I'm this sweet All-American boy when you revealed yourself. Please, you can just jump right in sir, it's been a while since my navel welcomed you,"

#check up #alien possession #male possession #alien expansion #alien transference

[roguelov]

Entangled

Summary: A recently turned immortal, and a witch, your life becomes entangled and thrusted into the life of an immortal, Hob Gadling. However, Hob soon introduces you to his oldest friend, Dream of the Endless. And over the coming centuries you find yourself falling in love with each of them, but how will it end?

Word Count: ~8k

Reader: Afab/fem

Warning: Mostly fluff, mutual pining, mentions of drowning and death, angst(ish) cliffhanger

Part 2 - (smut included)

Strangely, this story began with a drowning.

The ravenous crowd cheered. A man tied to a sturdy, recently chopped, tree thrashed in the chilling river water. Bubbles escaped from his mouth letting the freshwater in.

Blood. They wanted blood. They beckoned out to Death, hoping for her to grace their presence.

The crowd brought the man up to the surface ignoring his gasps and pleas to spout insults and allude to his devil worship; then instantly forced him back under.

Hob Gadling had one thought in his mind: how much water can fill my lungs? When one cannot die, then what do you do when someone is actively trying to kill you?

His lungs were on fire as precious air was forced out. He would clamp his mouth shut, yet his body and survival instincts rejected it. His need for air opened his mouth allowing more water to rush in. It burned as it poured down his throat. It pained him in every way.

He was choking.

But, he was not dying.

And it was odd.

The thought of dying - actually dying - ran through his mind, yet he knew it would never come. Hob loved life, he loved it all dearly, but for a single moment - in complete weakness - he wished for death. A fleeting thought which was drowned out by the intense ringing in his ears.

Soon darkness overtook him.

Commotion erupted on land.

The murderous crowd scattered, like dogs with thier tails tucked between their legs.

A figure darted out of the surrounding woods and plunged into the river.

You.

You dove in.

With a knife in your mouth, you swam to the man and started sawing away at the rope. He was slack, unmoving and at the mercy of the current. Dead or unconscious. You couldn't tell, but you hoped for the latter.

After a few more slashes, he was free from his restraints. You tucked the knife into your boot and grabbed onto the man’s slippery, wet clothes. You pushed off the bottom of the river and dragged his sopping body to the surface. You broke gasping for air, then swam with all your might to the creek bed.

Huffing and puffing, you hoisted him up and out of the water. You touched his neck, feeling for a pulse. However, miraculously, the man started coughing up water.

You breathed a sigh of relief. He was alive.

He cracked open his eyes. Water dripped off his eyelashes, following the curves of his face. Looking up, the sun - still high in the sky despite believing hours had passed - glared viciously, blinding him. He hissed. But, he enjoyed it, enjoyed the pain and heat. It was far better than the cool unforgiving darkness of the river.

You smiled sadly down at him. “I’m sorry,” you brushed his wet locks out of his face, “they were after me.”

He coughed up more water. “You? They were after me.”

You blinked. Him? I thought …

Each of you assessed each other in utter confusion. Slowly, the man pushed himself up, swaying side to side to properly look at you. “Why … why would they be after you?” He asked.

“Same as you, I suppose.” Standing up, you stretched a helping hand towards him. “For being a witch.”

He graciously accepted your offer. Clasping your hand, a pleasant chill ran down his spine. Your skin, although damp, was far warmer and welcoming than his own. Standing on his feet, he stumbled back and eyed you up and down. You raised your head, and did the same.

“A witch? A genuine witch?” He asked, almost in disbelief.

“And are you not a witch?”

You assumed given your recent activities - healing the sick, collecting plants, muttering to yourself what people thought to be gibberish, walking around at night, and more - stirred the nearby town’s fears. You assumed this poor soul was caught in the middle of your battles. But, maybe not.

“In a way, I guess I am, or at least to those lovely folks.” He huffed, which turned into a cough.

You stepped back, getting a real good look at him. A hum resonated within him - a hum of the supernatural. You met his eyes. “You are immortal, are you not?”

He blinked, eyebrows shot up.

Which all but confirmed your hunch.

You chuckled to yourself. “Please, we can continue this discussion some more, but allow me to care for you first. I have some dry clothes back at my home.”

He didn’t argue.

You guided the drenched man as he leaned heavily on you back to your little shack in the woods. It rose through the parted pine trees, tucked away from the world. It had cracks and holes in the foundation, and the roof barely kept out the rain or nightly chill, but it was enough. You weren’t necessarily planning on staying around in these parts much longer anyway.

Pushing open the rickety door, you hobbled across the room to the creaky bed and carefully sat the man down.

He didn’t fight. He didn’t have it in him.

His clothes stuck to his freezing skin, his hair clung to his forehead, while his eyes stared vacantly ahead. The weight of his situation, what he just experienced, now perfectly clear in his mind.

You frowned. You left him be for a moment and started to make a fire.

Hob’s eyes slowly trailed over you and your home.

Jars filled with dried herbs neatly placed in rows on a thin, poorly made counter. Plants, both herbs and flowers alike, were scattered about in various pots on the floor, on the single round table in the far corner, or either in the windowsill behind him.

You darted around the tight space, collecting herbs and throwing it onto the fire. You constantly mumbled under your breath, like a haunting song. Hob inhaled deeply. The aroma was dizzying. However, it distracted him from the freshwater and algae that threatened to suffocate him. In fact, he started to feel more and more at ease with every passing second. The ring in his ears vanished, replaced with the crackling of fire. His body had stopped shivering minutes ago, and his muscle had finally relaxed. The danger had passed.

Walking over, you bent down at the edge of the bed pulling out a small trunk. You rummaged around before pulling out a bundle of clothes. You eyed him then the clothes and smiled. It would fit.

You set them beside him and stood directly in front of him. He slowly peered up at you. Your kind, gentle eyes soothed every worry he ever felt. He was safe at last.

“I know you may not be capable of catching a cold, but please allow me to look over you,” you asked softly.

Hob nodded.

You smiled, your eyes crinkling. “If I make you uncomfortable, please tell me.” You pressed your hand to his chest. His face scrunched up and glanced down in confusion. “Breathe in and out slowly.”

Hob cocked his eyebrow, but obliged.

You immediately frowned. Water was still trapped in his lungs. You could feel it: the faint swishing and hum of gurgling.

You sighed, stepping back. “You have water in your lungs.”

Hob’s eyes widened.

“But, not to worry, I can get it out. However, you must stay completely relaxed and calm, and listen to everything I say.”

He nodded adamantly.

You smiled again. With the tip of your finger, you gently tipped his head back so he stared directly at the chipped roof. Your thumb carefully pushed on his chin, opening his mouth a bit. You looked through the window. “You are lucky, it is a clear and dry day.”

Hob tried to respond, but you silenced him.

“Inhale deeply. Take in the smell of herbs.”

He did as he was told. It made his mind hazy, his thoughts hard to grasp.

“Good, now don’t resist.”

Fear should have spiked, but he was at ease.

You leaned over him, and began to mumble. Hob couldn't understand a word you were saying. Yet, it was the same as earlier, an eerie haunting lullaby. Your words swirled around his hazy mind, drifting him further and further into a relaxed state.

Something slithered.

He flinched.

Your hands cupped his face, as your thumb calmly stroked his cheek. You never wavered.

The cool, wet sensation slithered out of the pit of his stomach and up his throat.

Again, he should have panicked. His eyes darted around and locked onto your. Your eyes were closed in concentration. The sunlight, the soft yellow, danced over your damp skin. Your hair stuck to your face. Water dripped down off the tip of your nose.

It dawned on him in that moment the lengths you went through to save him, to save a complete stranger.

Something swirled in his mouth. The distinct taste of algae and mud glided over his tongue. It was water. Fear finally reached him. He wanted to choke or throw up, but he instead froze. The water floated out of his mouth and hovered in a suspended bubble inches above his face. His eyes widened.

A dented tin cup appeared over his face, catching the water.

He blinked.

You took the cup and chucked the water outside. You turned around smiling widely at him. “There.”

He dropped his head, staring in awe. “You really are a witch.”

“Did you have doubts?” You teased, setting the cup on the table.

“I - I suppose I did. I … I just haven’t met others similar to me.” He struggled to string his thoughts together.

“You mean ones part of the strange and unspoken parts of this bizarre world?”

“… yes?”

You smiled, shaking your head. “You have lived a closeted life, or you have turned away from it all.”

He threw you a lopsided smile. “Really?”

You smirked, and moved on, refusing to reveal the many secrets of this world. “So, immortal man, how long have you been wandering the earth?”

“Since the late 1300s.”

You blinked, surprised. “That’s nearly 300 years?”

“Yes, but most say I don’t look my age,” he cheekily replied.

You snorted.

“And you? I now know you are a witch, but are you also gifted with immortality too?”

“I am.”

He cocked his head. “Because you are a witch?”

You shook your head. “No, all witches, magic users if you wish, live and die for that is life.”

“Then why you?”

You smirked. “And why would I tell you such secrets?”

“Because you saved my life? I would like to know my savior.”

“Saved an immortal’s life? Irony at its finest.”

He smiled, chuckling to himself. “Cheeky.”

“I will say a deal was struck, however, when my deal was struck? It was not as long as you probably think or hope, it was all fairly recent compared to your lifespan. It was only about half a century ago.”

“Ah,” he hummed.

But, unlike what you suggested, he wasn’t disappointed slightest. How could he? He has met another immortal, one more aligned with humanity compared to his other dear friend.

He smiled, practically beaming. “Where are my manners? My birth name was Robert Gadling, but please call me Hob.”

“Hob Gadling,” you repeated. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).”

“And the same to you, although I wish it was under better circumstances.”

“Ah,” he waved you off, “I wouldn’t wish it any other way.”

You blinked, then laughed. “You are a strange one, Hob.”

“Says the witch.”

You smiled, “Cheeky.”

He laughed, shaking his head.

At that moment, an idea popped to mind. “Hold on,” you ran over and opened your trunk again, digging through clothes and other assortments. Hob leaned over peering down at you, but you instantly jumped up with a smile. You held out a plain golden locket. “Here.”

Hob stared down quizzically. “What is it?”

He knew the obvious answer, but given your occult tendencies he wanted to know more.

“A locket.”

Hob glanced up at you unsure.

You huffed. “It was a gift to my sibling.”

“I don’t follow.”

“It’s charmed. It is connected to me. If you hold it and speak my name I will know. It was a way for my sibling to call me when they were sick or in need.” A frown tugged on your lips. “They unfortunately passed away last winter.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Hob muttered. Loss was an old friend, one he never wished to see again.

“Thank you, I’m okay, but I wish for you to have it.” You offered it out to him.

“Why me?”

“I found you drowning in a river, I feel as though I should not have to explain any further.”

Hob smiled sheepishly.

“And I wish to stay in contact with you.” You took his hand and placed the locket and the chain in his. “A start of a new friendship.”

His fingers curled over the jewelry. He smiled up at you. “Okay, for a new friendship.”

Yet despite the hopeful promise, he never called.

It was only until decades later that you finally saw him again.

Under the pale grey sky, the air thick with the impending storm to come, you strolled down the busy sidewalks as carriages and horses trotted by. You glanced down at the scrawled list. All of it basic necessities, some of which your garden could not provide hence your trip into town.

“Move it!”

You glanced over to the commotion across the street. A man, in tattered rags and covered in dirt and grime, stumbled through the flow of people. Most covered their noses, as a few gagged. They all glared at the man and some even shouted at him.

You frowned.

The man was pushed and forced up against a building as people bumped his shoulder. He glanced around, trying to look for something. His beady sunken eyes peered through his scraggly hair that fell in front of his face. He slowly sunk down, as people crowded around him. The man threw his hands over head to protect himself.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Without any regard for passers in the street, you darted across. You worked your way through the crowd, shooing them away. They scoffed and gave up. A few eyed you oddly but you paid no attention to them.

Your heart raced as you approached. You dropped to your knees. “Hob?”

The man snapped his head up, looking through his greasy hair. Shock overtook him. He dropped his hands and looked at you properly. “(Y/N)?” He breathed out.

“Oh, Hob.” You reached out and helped him up onto his feet. He graciously accepted. He, however, tumbled into you, but you easily supported. Just like all those years ago. Your hand rested on his stomach while your arm wrapped around his waist. “What happened to you?”

“Life.” He muttered with a crooked smile, trying to hide his pain.

You puckered lips, not believing him.

“Nothing you should worry yourself over.” He quickly added, and laughed once. “Just one thing after another. You shouldn’t be too surprised given how we first met.”

It was meant to be a joke. But, you didn’t laugh. Your eyes softened. “Why didn’t you call?”

Hob hunched over slightly, and glanced away. “I did not think to.”

You frowned. “Hob, we may have only met once, but I do consider you to be a friend.”

Hob straightened up with you to lean upon. His hand touched the front of his ragged shirt, and just below a cool metal pressed into his chest. Your locket, one of his few possessions still on him. “It was not meant to offend you,” he whispered. “I simply have grown to rely on myself. It is odd to think I can call upon someone and they will still be there.”

Your frown shifted into a smile. “I’m not offended, Hob, in fact I understand perfectly well. All I ask is for you to be more mindful in the future.”

He nodded.

“Here, come back to my place. I can cook you a meal and -“

“No,” he quickly shook his head.

You raised your eyebrows. “No?”

He started to walk ahead, stumbling a bit to free himself from your grasp. You chased after him, clinging to him and fearful he may collapse.

“I am to meet someone,” he stated, marching forward.

“Meeting someone?”

“An old friend.”

“Are you -“

“It is a scheduled meeting, I cannot and will not miss it.”

Helping a fumbling Hob, you soon found yourself in front of a tavern. You couldn't hide your confusion and some disdain. A tavern? You looked to Hob in your arms, but his gaze was locked onto the door. Inside, the crowd cheered and bustled about. A faint hum of music filled the air as clacks of cups and tankards echoed.

Hob stepped forth out of your embrace. He opened the door, walking in as if it was his destiny.

The patrons immediately glared at Hob given his unpleasant appearance. But, with you on his trail, you easily reciprocated their hateful glare. Most then turned away. A man - a worker - tried to approach to remove Hob, but you caught his gaze. He flinched, and slowly backed away.

Hob stumbled around tables to the far back of the tavern. You followed like his shadow and protector.

Once in the back, Hob instantly beelined it to a man in all black.

You hovered, unable or unsure if you should leave Hob with this man. A man who exuded such raw power and commanding presence. His posture was perfectly straight with his head held high and leveled with the floor. He did not belong here. His long raven black hair swept back over his shoulders. His clothes were expensive and the height of fashion dipped in a velvet black. He was the night. The only flecks of color on him were a deep blood red from a ruby which sparkled at his neck and his pale blue grey eyes, the color of an early morning sky.

Hob, however, ignored everything peculiar about the man and stuffed his face with the served bread and began to prattle on about his life.

The man’s charcoal rimmed eyes soon slid over to you intrigued. “I see you have brought a friend to our arrangement, Hob Gadling.”

Hob visibly swallowed a chunk of bread and looked over his shoulder back to you. He blushed a little, embarrassed he forgot about you. But, he gestured for you to join them.

Hesitant at first, but you obeyed. You were mystified by his dark stranger. Why did he feel so familiar?

You took the chair next to Hob, and kept your eyes on the stranger. You began to have an inkling as to who he may be. If you were correct, you had met one of his siblings before.

“This is -“

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” the stranger cut off Hob. The stranger bowed his head in acknowledgement and offered a small greeting smile.

You returned the smile. Oh, yes, you knew exactly who he was.

Hob, mouth agape with food, looked between the two of you in bewilderment. “Have you met before?” He turned to you and pointed his ripped piece of bread at the man. “You know him?”

You smiled at Hob. “It seems you have a knack for attracting the unusual Hob, which I suppose is not surprising given your own unique circumstances.”

Hob blinked. “I don’t understand, do -“

“Hob Gadling,” the stranger called out. “You were regaling your life story, one I am most excited to hear if you so wish to continue.”

Hob squinted at the pair of you, but delved into his life. A story which spanned over the entirety of the last century, a story in which you also made an appearance in. And, unfortunately, a story which wasn’t very pleasant, one filled with mountainous heartache. But, when the stranger asked if Hob wished to continue living; Hob laughed and answered with a resounding yes.

You smiled, shaking your head. Even with the few interactions you had with Hob, you somehow expected his answer.

Hob twisted in his seat, facing you. “You should join us.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Come here to this tavern in the next hundred years, and we can discuss what we have done.”

You shook your head. “Oh, no, I -“

“You are welcome to join us,” the stranger interjected. “I am interested in your tale if you wish to tell it.”

Your eyes flickered back and forth between them. Should you? There was no disdain in their eyes, only joy and want. You smiled at the pair. “Okay then, I will be here.”

They smiled.

“On one condition,” you added. “That I may see you well before then.”

Hob smirked. “Oh, yes, I assure you will hear from me. You cannot get rid of me so easily now.”

You laughed, throwing your head back.

At the sound of your bubbly laughter, their hearts shared an infectious flutter. They glanced at each other, with questions in their eyes, but they ignored it; ignored the stirring of emotions just as they have done so for centuries.

You tilted your head, beaming at the pair, “Then to the next hundred years may they be filled with excitement and bring you joy.”

“To the next,” they spoke in unison.

After the meeting, you dragged Hob to your home for fresh clothing and a warm place to sleep for the night.

“I promise, I’ll be out of your hair by tomorrow,” he repeated over and over throughout the day and well into the night.

You smiled, leaning on the doorframe to the spare bedroom. You watched as Hob, now squeaky clean, slowly settled into bed. “You can stay forever how long you need Hob.”

“No,” he shook his head, “tomorrow morning I’ll leave.”

“If that is what you want.”

He locked eyes with you. It wasn’t. There was a swell of emotions in his chest. But, he didn’t wish to be a burden, besides a fire was lit under him after today. He knew he could create a new life, and stand proudly on his own two feet. “It is,” he said.

You nodded, “Just remember I’m always here for you.” You pushed off the frame, and began closing the bedroom door. “Goodnight, Hob.”

“Goodnight.”

In your own bed, with the sounds of Hob’s faint snoring, you smiled to yourself and entered the Dreaming.

Just as you always have, and will continue to do so.

Your bare feet buried into the soft, cotton-like, pale sand. Inhaling, the salty air filled your lungs. Seagulls, gliding on the gentle breeze, squawked overhead. Waves crashed in a constant rhythm. Exhaling, you tilted your head up. It was an overcast sky, gloomy and void of most colors. Yet, the air was warm and inviting like a hug from an old friend.

A wave boomed against the shoreline. Louder, more notable.

Eyes now burned into the back of your head.

Lowering your head, you turned around. He was nearly the same image as he was hours ago, however he forged his expensive clothing for a simple black robe. “Dream of the Endless,” you bowed your head slightly.

He greeted you and bowed his head in return. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

You smiled warmly. “I am honored to be in your presence, but I must ask why are you here?”

“I was curious as to how you and Hob Gadling had met.”

“Ah,” you hummed. “Hob had already told of it earlier, not a particularly cheerful story.”

“True.” He stepped forth. His robe fluttered in the wind, skating across the sand. “But, I find it fascinating.”

You cocked your head. “How so?”

“To think the universe in all its cosmic power somehow aligned you to his path. A magic user and an immortal now intertwined.”

You smiled, “And now we are all intertwined.”

The corner of his lips twitched upward. “Yes, I suppose we are.”

“But, we were always connected in a way. Just a small thread.”

Confusion flickered in his stormy pale eyes, then he hummed. “My sister.”

“Yes.”

“And have you spoken with her recently?”

There were far and few immortals. But, Death had a habit of speaking to those blessed with her gift. She had a particular interest in you and your story given your affinity for magic, and a certain arrangement.

“No, I haven’t, but given her duties I do not blame her.” You leaned towards him, a knowing smirk danced across your lips. “And you?”

“Pardon?” He blinked, momentarily confused.

“Have you spoken with your dear sister?”

“I cannot say that I have. We both have very busy lives.” He crossed his arms behind his back, regaining all his regal stature. “And your deal with my sweet sister?”

“Still ongoing.”

He nodded.

“Does he know?” You cocked your head.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Hob. Does he know who and what you are?”

Dream shook his head. “No, not entirely.”

“And why is that?”

Dream opened his mouth, but soon swiftly closed it. Why did he not tell Hob? Did it simply evade him? Was he too enraptured with Hob’s tales that he neglected his own? “I cannot say for I, myself, am unsure as to why.”

You chuckled.

Dream raised an eyebrow. “Does this amuse you?”

“How can it not?” You smiled at him. “And I don’t mean to be rude, but an entity who holds the universe’s collective unconsciousness, and has lived for eons upon eons, has failed at basic manners.”

Dream’s lips twitched upward. He looked out to the choppy sea, hiding his growing amusement.

You stepped in front of his view. “Talk to him. Visit him in dreams if you must. He speaks very highly of you.”

Before going to bed, Hob couldn’t and wouldn’t stop speaking of the Dream Lord. He recalled every encounter he had starting with the first fateful encounter back in the 1300s. You saw clearly how much Hob cared for Dream, and their brief fleeting moments.

“Maybe I will.”

“And never be afraid to visit me either.” Dream cocked an eyebrow at you. You simply smiled back. “Are you surprised, Dream Lord? That one may enjoy your company?”

“Surprised?” He hummed in thought. “A little, if I must be honest, but I am more impressed by your forwardness.”

You shrugged. “Fear should not govern your life. I used to be ruled by it, but with immortality I decided to forgo it. To take charge and do as I please.”

He smiled, a true and genuine smile. “How human of you.”

“Not a bad thing I hope?”

“No, not at all.”

“Good.” You looked down the shoreline at the white tips out in the middle of the sea and to sea foam lining the shore. You glanced back at the cosmic entity. “Will you stay until I wake?”

Dream’s enchanting eyes, ones that held galaxies, connected with yours. And for a moment, you felt cradled by the endless expansive universe. “I will.”

You smiled softly then strolled forward side by side as you carried most, if not all, of the conversation.

And when you woke from the morning light, a warm feeling bloomed over your chest.

One which came time and time again. One which sparked, leaving you breathless, every time you saw either Dream or Hob.

Soon, another century quickly melted away. And two men were back in a tavern as if it was always meant to be.

Hob and Dream chatted, catching up on recent years, however as the sun started to dip worry grew in their hearts. Where was their third member? Where have you run off to? Were you okay? Did something happen? Questions ran rampant in their minds, but neither would voice their concerns. Only when someone announced themselves did a flicker of hope and relief flooded their chests. Yet, it was quickly chilled. It was someone that neither expected nor met before.

Lady Johanna Constantine.

She was escorted by two unseemly men, whom she had each paid handsomely. Lady Johanna approached the pair and demanded answers to untold secrets and to address the interesting rumors which swirled around the mysterious pair.

But, neither Hob or Dream was entertained in the slightest, or intimidated for that matter.

In a flash, a fight broke out only to end just as swiftly. The men - ruffians more accurately - slumped to the ground with a resounding boom. Hob huffed, straightening his jacket. A proud smirk danced on his lips. Centuries of battles, he had more than enough experience to deal with men like them. He turned to check on Dream when Lady Johanna whipped out a knife, brandishing it at Hob. Hob’s eyes dropped to the knife with complete disinterest, it was nothing but a lousy, flimsy object in his way.

Dream, however, was already on his feet. His dear friend had helped him, when it was unnecessary, so he wished to return the favor. He opened his palm, conjuring his sand. He brought his palm up to his lips then -

“Lady Johanna Constantine.”

Lady Johanna flinched. She recognized that voice.

And so had her newfound companions.

Hob and Dream snapped their attention up to the second floor. Leaning on the railing, you smiled down at the trio. “Apologies, gentlemen,” you said. “I had nearly forgotten the day. And given my invitation, I wouldn’t dare try to miss it.”

Hob beamed up at you. “I would say you are right on time.”

Lady Johanna’s eyes flickered to the men then back to you as you strolled down the stairs. “(Y/N), I was not aware you knew of these men,” Lady Johanna stated with her knife still directed at Hob.

“There are many things you do not know, Johanna.” You walked over to her. “But, it is no one’s fault but my own. A teacher should have properly prepared their students.”

“Teacher?” Hob exclaimed.

You gently grabbed Johanna’s wrist and lowered her knife. She allowed you to do so. “Yes, teacher. Or at least I was until she outgrew me.”

Johanna huffed. “You showed me many things, but knowledge sometimes is best learned through experience.”

“And yet here you are about to be put six feet under.”

“A calculated risk,” she quipped.

You snorted. “Calculated? That’s not what I would say.”

She grumbled.

“Johanna, I beg of you, please just go home.”

“Beg? Oh, that is rich coming from you.” She placed her hands on her hips. “Have I not groveled enough for your secrets? For your secrets for immortality?”

You frowned. “Johanna, please, let’s not -“

“I am not a child. Do not use that tone on me.”

You sighed, “This is simply not the place for such discussions.”

“Oh? Then where -“

Sand glittered in the air. It tickled past your nose. It smelled of your parents’ cooking when you were sick in bed; it smelled of your first sweet and how it assaulted your young senses; it smelled of home, of warmth, and of old dreams of your youth. The sand blew directly into Johanna’s face. She inhaled it. Her eyes glossed over to a ghostly white as she began to mumble and sink to her knees.

You whipped around.

Dream dropped his hand back to his side. He straightened his back, his eyes locked with yours. “Apologies,” he murmured. “It seemed the conversation was going in circles.”

You looked back at Johanna and sighed deeply. “It’s okay. You’re right, it probably would have ended in another argument.”

“She wants immortality?” Hob asked, looking between you and Johanna.

“Yes,” you swiftly answered, eyes still on Johanna. “But it is the one question I would not answer.”

“Why?” Dream asked intrigued.

You looked at both men. “For it is not my place to answer. If she so seeks it then she may summon Death herself, but I will not give her the tools.”

Dream’s eyebrow twitched, a faint raise to his wonder and interest.

“I think we all know immortality is not a single answer.”

Dream hummed, his lips curled into a knowing smile. “Yes, that you are right.”

Hob bent down in front of Johanna, confusion and bewilderment sparkled in his eyes. He was surrounded by other worldly people. He turned back to the two of you. “So, now what? Find a new tavern?”

Dream shook his head. “It’d be best to end our meeting and for the two of you to lie low.”

Hob stood up, and cockily replied. “Why? It’s not like they can kill us.”

“No, but they can capture you.”

Hob immediately frowned, and rubbed the side of his face.

“Then would you gentlemen care to join me in my new shop?”

They both looked at you. “Shop?” Hob asked.

“Or at least it will be one day, I haven't quite figured out the name yet. And to be honest, at the moment, it is just an empty space with dusty shelves.”

“What kind of shop will it be?”

“A witch shop.” You smirked.

Hob grimaced. “Is that truly the best idea?”

“I will sell herbs for medicinal purposes along with teas and other plants. To others it is a plain shop for alternative medicine, but to those wandering and keen eyes, I will have other items I will happily sell them.”

His eyes connected with yours for a moment. Your determination was palpable. He shook his head, and laughed once. “Will you have a cauldron brewing too?”

It’s not my place, he thought.

“Oh, yes, that’s the dream,” you teased. Your eyes flickered between the pair. “So, are either of you interested?”

Hob smiled kindly. “A rain check, another time.”

Dream nodded. “Yes, apologies, I must admit the same.”

You waved them off. “Do not worry yourself, I completely understand.”

Hob shuffled in place. “So? Next hundred years?”

“You may continue on without me.” You said.

The two men blinked shocked a little by your statement.

“Are you sure?” Hob pressed.

“This was always your meetings and I adore seeing both of you, but I do not want to interrupt anymore.”

“I can assure you, you’re not -“

“I see you both plenty and these are your arrangements, so please continue without me.”

Dream stared blankly for a moment then accepted. “As you wish, until our next meeting.”

“Until then,” you glanced at Hob, “to both of you. I do hope it will be sooner rather than later.”

And sooner it was. Much, much sooner.

The dented bell chimed as the shop door swung open. A dark figure hovered in the doorway illuminated by the dim lighting of candles and oil lamps. He was hauntingly beautiful, especially in this lighting, a dark king.

You knew who it was without having to look over. His presence, his power, rippled throughout the shop.

“So, this is your dream?”

You smiled to yourself as you shelved jars of dried herbs behind the counter. You peered over your shoulder. Dream stood in the doorway of your shop - or one day it will be in the Waking.

“What? Do you not like it?” You asked, finishing the last row of jars.

“I do.”

You whirled around, leaning on the glass counter.

Inside, the glass counter revealed an assortment of vials of oils with petals and leaves neatly organized in stands. In wooden trays, in rows of two, tea bags were laid out ready for any cup. Card holders scrawled in beautiful calligraphy said the name of the tea along with a list of the types of plants used. Handmade tea cups and pots, each painted in various colors and designs, lined the bottom of the display case.

Behind you were bookshelves were filled with jarred herbs, ointments, seeds, potpourri bags, inscenses, other trinkets; like wooden hand carved items like spoons, jewelry boxes, to minuscule animals. Books aligned the empty space, books on mythology, human anatomy, plants, to even just plain fiction.

The walls were covered. There were diagrams of scientific names and properties of plants, as well as paintings of people and animals frolicking. Even extravagant trapesteries, collected over the years, hung from hooks. No one could tell of the wallpaper, or the paint color, behind all the chaotic mess.

The shop as a whole was relatively small, but a cushiony small like a hug from an old friend. Soft, warm yellow, a setting sunlight, steamed in through the surrounding windows. Chairs, rickety yet plush and inviting, were tucked in the nearby corner closest to the door. A table wedged between them was filled with games, and paper and pencils, to pass the time. Potted plants hung from the ceiling, their vines and flowers cascading down. While, tall ferns sprouted in their pots in most nooks. Inhaling, it smelled like morning dew, to a field of flowers on a lush spring day, your favorite hot tea on a cold winter night, to a home cooked meal, to almost anything and everything.

It was almost a secret oasis.

Your oasis, your safe haven.

However, in the back, behind a locked door which only opens to your touch, was where the real magical items were stored. Things you’ve collected over the years, things you’ve enchanted, and things only those seeking would find.

Leaning on the counter, you eyed the dark figure clouding all the greenery. His eyes scanned the room, taking it all in. “Bit simple, isn’t it?”

Simple? The place, your shop, was far from simple. But, the dream?

“Simple is never a bad thing.”

You smiled at him. “I suppose you are right, Dream Lord.”

Dream circled around the shop, his eyes still soaking in all the details, even down to the cracks in the floorboards and the dents in the walls. “You know,” he began, “you can call me, Morpheus.”

“I could.”

Dream turned, facing you. “Then why don’t you?”

“Do you not like it when I call you by your title? Dream Lord, your majesty, sire,” you listed with a certain mischief in your eyes.

Dream would never admit it, but he did. He loved the way your mouth curled into a smirk as you teasingly said such boorish titles. It brought a shiver to his spine.

He strolled towards you, “I don’t mind it, but I am merely curious as to why you still address me as such.”

You shrugged. “Respect, if I have to guess.”

“And if you didn’t?” He stood in front of the counter, his pale blue eyes locked with yours.

You smiled. “Because it’s fun. You don’t really meet a lot of kings or royalty these days.”

He dropped his head, smiling.

“But, for you, I can change that.”

He snorted. “How noble.”

You leaned closer to him. Your eyes sparkled with stars, pulling him in. “I have you know, I am very noble, Morpheus.”

He smirked. “Is that so?”

“It is.” A moment passed, a skip of the heart. You pulled away. “So, what truly brings you here?”

“You spoke of your dream earlier and I simply wished to see it for myself.”

You hummed. “Is that all?”

“No,” he admitted. He walked over to the plush chairs and sat down. “We did not get a chance to speak, and I too wish to hear what you have been up to since I last saw you. For starters, I was not aware you were teaching witchcraft and Hob certainly wasn’t aware of it.”

You strolled over to him. “Hob fears for me, and I do not blame him given how we met. I’ve had my fair share of townspeople hunting after me, but I love what I do. I may omit the truth only to lessen his worries for me.”

“You care for him.”

You plopped down in the opposite chair. Your eyebrows knitted together. “Of course, I care for you both.”

Morpheus’s eyebrows shot up.

You snorted. “Surprised? Do you think you are unloved?”

“I … I am simply taken back by your forthrightness.”

“Morpheus, you and Hob are part of my life so of course I care for each of you.”

So deeply than neither of you could begin to fathom.

Morphues, almost bashful, looked away. You laughed, “You know, part of my dream is for you and Hob to see it. For all of us to be here together.”

“Is it?” He peered back up at you.

“It is.”

He hummed. “Then I hope one day I can help fulfill this dream.”

You smiled. “We are already halfway there.”

He smiled, and his eyes crinkled.

You were not sure how long you talked with Morpheus, but time was always different in the Dreaming. You each spoke of your life since your last visit, and soon wished each other farewell.

Throughout the next century, you continuously talked with Hob and Morpheus. And occasionally offered any assistance, both magical and non magical, if needed. Your shop, now in the Waking, bustled with new customers becoming more and more popular. Of course, the shop was passed from mother to daughter, to a distant cousin, and a name change here and there.

But, life was good. Perfect.

Sitting in front of your fireplace, in your upstairs apartment over your now closed shop, you closed your eyes. The rain, heavy and constant, was a steady drum beat. A comforting lull. Your body ached from packaging jars, filling orders, and maintaining your expansive house garden. Yet, you enjoyed it. Enjoyed how your body curled into the chair, enveloping you and how you felt accomplished after a hard day of work.

Life, however, still loved to ruin the cultivated peace.

“(Y/N).”

Your name whispered within your head, yet it wasn’t your voice. A warmth spread over your chest, as if someone’s hand laid on top of your heart. You placed your hand there, feeling your own skin.

“Hob,” you called out. “I hear you.”

“I’m coming over.”

You laughed once. “And I will be here.”

You had forgotten the date, forgotten the importance.

Hob, drenched from the pouring rain and your locket in his grasp, soon appeared at your door. You immediately let him in and guided him over to the fire. A towel appeared out of thin air and wrapped around the sopping man’s shoulders. Hob tugged on the towel, then spilled into the evening’s events. He tried to bite back the pain, tried to ignore the sting in his chest, but he couldn’t any longer.

“What did I do wrong?” Hob mumbled his throat thick with oncoming tears. “Why did I say that?”

What ifs and countless scenarios replayed over and over.

You listened to every word, trying to comfort him. Yet, your own sorrows grew.

And so did your anger.

Hob eventually fell asleep, completely exhausted and drained, on your couch. His hair now dry curled in odd directions. And luckily, you were able to switch out his clothes for comfortable warm pajamas.

“He’s my friend.” A thousand other promises hung in the air from his three words. I don’t want to lose him … I love him.

You pulled the quilt up over his shoulders. Brushing back his hair, you bent down and kissed his head. “I will try to fix this,” you whispered.

Because I don’t want to lose him either.

You sat down on the floor, leaning back into the couch. Hob’s face was a simple turn from yours.

You stole a moment and stared at him.

He was finally at ease. Yet, a crease still laid between his brows. A frown tugged on the corner of his lips. His cheeks were still stained with tears, no matter how many times you brushed them away.

Anger flared. An anger directed at Morpheus. Hours. Hours spent consoling Hob, and failing to soothe his pain - pain, if you may add, Morpheus inflicted.

You gritted your teeth. You will have answers, demanding them if you must. Closing your eyes, leaning your head near Hob and memorizing his sullen features one last time, you inhaled deeply and silenced any thoughts.

The tug, the weightlessness, then the solid ground beneath your feet.

You had entered the Dreaming.

Morpheus, in his throne room, tried to distract his thoughts by reading. Thoughts of his recent meeting, thoughts of Hob’s biting words, thoughts of you which always crept in when he saw Hob.

“Must you be the most insufferable being in existence!” Your voice boomed throughout the grand room.

Your anger had gotten the better of you.

Morpheus jaw clenched. He didn’t wish to speak with you. He was still bitter from his encounter with Hob, and he knew your presence alone would make it worse. Sitting on top of his throne, he snapped his book shut and slowly rose to his feet. There you stood at the bottom of the stairs, glaring up at him.

“And what do I owe for the pleasure of your company in my throne room?” Morpheus descended the stairs, step by step, looking down his nose at you.

“Why did you say such things to Hob?”

Morpheus gritted his teeth. He did not want to dwell on Hob Gadling anymore. “Why are you intervening where you are not welcomed?”

“I am intervening, your majesty, because a mutual friend has come to me with questions I cannot answer, and an absolutely heartbroken look on his face.”

Regret and sorrow flickered behind his eyes. That was why. That was why he didn’t wish to dwell on Hob. It was the suffocating guilt which weighed in his chest that he could not run from. But, he could smother it, smother it in a fiery anger.

It was something he understood better.

He steeled his emotions with his signature passive stare. “He spouts nonsense and insults me to my face.”

“Insults?” You began to climb up the steps. “You think he was insulting you?”

“He dared to think to call me lonely.” He hissed through his teeth. Anger, he needed this anger.

“Because you are.”

We all are.

You hovered directly in front of him. Morpheus, on a single step above, glared down at you. He towered over, a grand entity of the world’s unconsciousness. Your faces only inches apart as you glared menacingly at each other.

“You think I am in need of such company?” He asked lowly.

“You do not wish to hear what I think, Dream Lord.”

He chuckled darkly. “You burst into my throne room, pointing fingers, and throwing insults and now you wish to hold your tongue?”

Your eyes searched his eyes for the truth beneath this grandiose act. Yet, you couldn’t. Either he truly believed it, or he buried it well.

You scoffed, and spun on your heel, walking away.

“And where are you going?” Morpheus asked with a snarl.

“I will leave and wait until you get off your pompous throne, your majesty, and admit the truth.”

Morpheus took a single step down. “The truth?”

You whipped around, looking up with tears in your eyes. Morpheus was taken back. The guilt rose tenfold. The memory of Hob’s broken face and now yours tore his heart apart. But, he did not show it. It all read as a twitch of his eyebrows, and a new tension in his jaw.

“That we are your friends,” you said, plainly.

He stared, unable to speak or to find the words to do so. His throat clenched. Where was his anger from before?

“What a fool we are.” You muttered.

He blinked. A fool?

“We are just humans to you, are we not? Below you in every way, right?”

He bit his tongue. No, you weren’t. Never. However, his pride was more important, or so he thought. He was an Endless, a cosmic entity balancing the universe. So, were you technically not below? Yes, in a way. But, he served you, served humanity.

Anger.

He clung to his anger, finding the hot rage far more comforting than the icy chill of guilt. So, he stayed silent.

And it stung. Immensely.

You loved him. You loved Morpheus deeply, in a carnal way. You loved him like the way you needed air to breathe. Yet, you also loved Hob. You loved him easily like a gentle breeze constantly guiding you forward.

But, you would side with Hob.

“I will not return till you admit your wrongs,” you said. You quickly turned away, your body vanishing as you awoke and took the first step to temporarily severing yourself from the Dreaming.

All the while, Morpheus was now left alone stewing with his thoughts.

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Hey y'all ! Welcome to my silly little tumblr. I uh. I do stuff sometimes, uhm. Feel free to hang around !! . T. There's some info u. under the cut i. if you ca re. Oh ueah if you follow me a. and You're under 18 or don't have an age in your bio,. I'm gonna block you immediately. Like, instantly. Okay thankgs.

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[tonberry-yoda]

AAAAAAAAA SINCE REQUESTS ARE OPEN, CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN, LOVE YA🖤

Could I pls request Pucci with A S/O that is in Green Dolphin and literally starts going to Church just to see Pucci and flirt with him? Hoping that he will notice their interest in someway😭🖤

Thankful - Enrico Pucci

notes - THANKS FOR THE CONGRATS I LOVE YOU DUDE! You're so supportive and I cannot thank you enough!! but before I get too gushy, i really hope you enjoy the fic. i myself am a huge pucci simp!!! and if you want a part 2 dude requests are still open and i would be glad to see if i can do that. i wrote this kinda late and cut it off, but still love it!! i hope you enjoy and im sending lots of love <333333

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You couldn't help but notice the priest. His white hair, dark skin, and black eyes. The way his expensive shoes would click with every step he took as he passed your cell. He intrigued you to say the least.

You had never considered yourself religious until you met Enrico Pucci.

The first time you had stepped into the church, you were blinded by the stained glass above that the sun shone through perfectly. The church was mostly empty, just a couple of prisoners in the back praying softly into their cupped hands.

It was an eerie place for you, since you had never really been in a church before with other praying people. They were praying away sins that could never be fixed.

You sighed and took a seat in the front, not knowing how any of this worked. You cupped your hands in front of you, not knowing what to say or do. You definitely weren't doing anything properly, but that was okay, you thought.

But you immediately felt your face flush when you heard the familiar click of Father Pucci's boots as he walked in, standing at the front of the church to pray at the statues in front of him.

You didn't know whether to say something or not, but you did come here for a reason, did you not?

You stood up and walked over to Pucci, immediately getting noticed, causing the priest to turn around.

"Ah, y/n, is that right?"

"How do you know my name?" You asked smugly, leaning on a nearby table.

"I know all of the prisoners names."

"Is that right?" You looked the man up and down, making his cheeks heat a bit.

"Y-Yes. That's right. May I ask what you're doing here?" He shuffled in his spot and you adjusted your hands, clearly annoyed by the handcuffs you had on.

"Why else would I be in a church, Father? I'm here to pray, of course. Though I don't know much about the religion. Would you be willing to teach me?"

Surprisingly, Pucci blushed at you. "I would love to teach you, y/n. Please come in more often, would you?"

And you did just that. You visited him as often as you could. Whenever you were out of your cell, you were with Pucci. To be honest though, you were paying no attention to the lessons and more to the teacher. He was so caring and sweet to you, even knowing why you had been arrested. He wasn't afraid of you and for that, you were flattered.

Eventually lessons became visits as you just wanted to simply be around Pucci and he seemed to simply just want to be around you. You flirted and you could tell he was trying to flirt back, even if subtly.

You could tell that he both wanted this to go on and wanted it to stop, but even so, you would still be sitting across from him and laughing with him over a glass of wine.

You had made Pucci feels ways he had never felt before.

And somehow, he was thankful.

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2023 @tonberry-yoda – do not repost or claim ANY of my work as your own! likes, reblogs, and comments are not only welcome, but appreciated <3

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#i hope you like it #sorry it's a little short #i wanna write you more pucci fics so please request if you have them <33333 #jjba #asks #writing #fanfic #my writing #<3 #fanfiction #tonberry answers #jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure x reader #pucci #pucci x reader #enrico pucci #enrico pucci x reader #stone ocean #stone ocean x reader #jjba part 6

[kurayami-no-ko]

Translation: Track 6: Personal Virture in Drama CD Picture Scroll of Winter-blooming sakura

Original name of the drama CD is 寒桜絵巻, and track 6 is 人徳.

Basic plot: People in the Shieikan plan to have a banquet for the winter-blooming sakura, and they need to procure the things necessary for the banquets (alcohol, food...). Track 6 focuses on Souji and Sannan's quest for some vegetables. There are two kids and their father appearing in the track, too.

Though, there are two kids in this track, I will just call them kid for short as I don't want to differentiate them. Also, I am not sure which kid is talking so I just add "kid" in front of every sentence either of the kids says.

I actually made an ass file for the audio...but can't figure out how to use it properly. Whoever interested can DM me for the ass file, I guess.

Track 6: Personal virture

Souji: Even though it is only winter-blooming sakura, it is still the beginning of sakura-blooming season. It is still winter, but spring is right around the corner, isn't it, Sannan-san?

Sannan: Yeah, as far I can see while watching the winter-blooming sakura, tomorrow, the sakura will undoubtedly bloom, we are sure to have our banquet. However, Nagakura-kun and the other two are quite troublesome, only thinking about drinking alcohol to welcome the New Year.

Souji: The banquet for everyone hasn't started yet. Moreover, no matter what you say, you are still looking forward to it a little, right, Sannan-san?

Sannan: Well, occasionally, it is important for us to relax but I feel that those three only ever think about relaxing.

Souji: So, Sannan-san, what should we be doing now? Kondou-san and another said they would find the alcohol, right?

Sannan: Yes…So, how about finding vegetables?

Souji: Vegetables?

Sannan: Yes. If it is vegetables, we can turn the extra vegetables into meals.

Souji: I feel that reason is a little bit serious. Then firstly, we can try to look around here.

Sannan: Let's do it. There are a lot of people around here with some troubles. Maybe we can help them with something in the fields in exchange for some vegetables.

Kid: Ah, Souji-san! Kid: Yeah, it is truly Souji!

Kid: Yeah, it is truly Souji!

Kid: Sannan-san is also here!

Sannan: Oh my, we got found out my the children, first.

Kid: Hey, hey, Souji, what are we going to play today?

Souji: Um, sorry but today, I am a little bit busy. I don't have time to play with you. Please, forgive me

Kid: Ahh, play with us, please.

Kid: Here, I will give you this.

Souji: Eh, dried persimmon? Thanks, it seems delicious. Can I really accept this?

Kid: Of course. You are my henchman, after all.

Souji: Thank you. But I am not really your henchman. By the way, do you have any dried persimmon for Sannan-san?

Kid: Eh, no but…

Sannan: I am fine. More importantly, the kids want to play with you so how about you playing with them? I can work on procuring ingredients for the side dishes.

Souji: I cannot let you do it all alone. Besides everyone else, Kondou-san is also waiting, so can Sannan-san play with them in place of me?

Sannan: I do it instead? Well, I taught them a little bit about how to read and write before so after we are done with our task, I can continue on with the lesson.

Kid: Eh, if that is the case, I would rather play with Souji.

Kid: It is so, so boring (I cannot catch on what is boring).

Souji: Haha, children are really quite honest, aren't they? Um, Sannan-san, your face has become quite tense, are you okay?

Sannan: Haha, I don't mind at all. Yes, I don't mind at all, more importantly, let's procure the side dishes.

Father: Hey, you brats! Instead of weeding the grass, you played instead?

Kid: Wah! Dad is here!

Kid: Let's run!

Kid: Let's run!

Father: Oops! Isn't that Sannan-san and his friend? Did you come here to give my children lessons?

Sannan: No, no, today, I have something else to do. Are you in the middle of working in the field? I see that you are sweating.

Souji: By the way, did you come here to bring back the kids?

Father: Yes, those naughty brats. While working in the field, they neglected their work and ran away. Oh, yes, Sannan-san. You came at just the right time, please take this.

Sannan: Potatoes, carrots, daikon, can I really accept all of this?

Father: This is to express my gratefulness for you teaching my kids how to read and write during this time. If that is okay, everyone in the dojo, please eat it! Bye then.

Souji: Wah, this is a lot. Hey, Sannan-san, this is more than enough to make side dishes, right?

Sannan: Yes, this is enough for our banquet, let's receive it gratefully.

Souji: Then, let us return to Shieikan. Ahh, I really couldn't do anything. In the end, I only got one dried persimmon.

Sannan: Haha, this is the difference between personal virtues. When I look at this amount, no matter how you think about it, it is a win on my side.

Souji: Hmm, Sannan-san, occasionally, is immature.

#hakuouki #sannan keisuke #okita souji

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A couple of Scott Pilgrim replies + a bunch of Twst replies!

Anonymous asked:

Todd is back at it again. I’d like to think Wallace got black out drunk again so Todd tucked him into bed but yeah, Todd’s being creepy again.

You described the scene perfectly, Anon! Wallace is indeed quite drunk after partying until 4 AM, so Todd just spawned at his place to check on him, tuck him into bed properly and look at his cute sleeping face for a minute. So romantic <3 And so creepy.

Anonymous asked:

Do you believe in Roxie x Hollie? Would Hollie make a move on Roxie?

A part of me really wants to believe because of how hot Hollie is, but something tells me that Roxie isn’t exactly her type… (Maybe it’s because the only thing I know about Hollie is what happened between her and Kim and that guy in the comic lol)

But that doesn’t mean that Roxie shouldn’t try to flirt with her! In fact, Roxie should flirt with every girlie in Toronto because she deserves it. If Hollie made a move on Roxie that would be interesting though.

Anonymous asked:

Ngl, that Trey/Idia pic reminds me of going to the dentist and they think they can somehow fit both hands in your mouth. And they expect you to be able to talk while they’re doing it. Although that also sounds like a Trey-coded thing to do, if I’m being honest.

If there is anything we learned about Trey after that teeth-checking vignette, it’s that it’s just a force of habit! It’s not his fault! His hands just slipped! Both of them – into your mouth! Oops!

I want all of us to have someone in our lives who believes in us the way the dentists believe that you could still talk with two hands in there lol

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

I just saw your TreyIdia art and all I can think of (cause I'm a weirdo) is Riddle catching wind Idia finds Trey hot and Trey is interested in Idia's teeth so he starts chewing on things near Trey, pens, his fingers, the fork while he's eating cake, the works. Idia get jealous and eats suckers the same way. And somehow it led to them even fighting over trey in the bedroom XD

I want to take the scenario you’ve just described and put it inside of Trey’s wet dream just so he wakes up all confused about what’s going on and starts reflecting on his kinks and fixations, because wow there was a lot of teeth in this dream + Riddle and Idia fighting over him in the bedroom… that’s going to make it impossible for him to look at these two lol so shameful, as if he didn’t find that hot.

Anonymous asked:

thank you for the lilidia food <3

You’re very welcome, Anon~ We’re happy to provide hehe.

Anonymous asked:

Would you take into consideration

Emo/goth Idia?

…The dramatic pause!!

Also. I’m pretty sure I made this joke already (and also 4184 people before me), but. So basically Gregory Violet, right?

Jokes aside, goth would look good on Idia. Lilia should dress him up…

Anonymous asked:

do you have any thoughts about Riddle x Azul :0?

Yep indeed!

Anonymous asked:

Has there ever been a character that you simply cannot figure out is a bottom or top even now?

There definitely has, but I can’t really remember any good example of that, because for a lot of them we come back like 5 years later and go “wait, it’s obvious, isn’t it?”. Or it simply happens when we learn more about him. A lot of times the characters’ “position” reflects his dynamic in our favourite ships with him, so it helps a lot with figuring it out.

I think we had a couple of those in Hetalia but we figured it out eventually lol

#replies

[celestialmint]

Twitter alternatives (WIP)

Collecting some pros and cons (with sources if I can find them) for various platforms. I'm neurodivergent, this is how I cope with my stress, figured I'd share if it helps anyone! I'm looking for a place that vibes with my values (LGBTQ+, BIPOC, disabled, anti-hate, NSFW friendly, and preferably has boundaries against generative AI stealing art/writing etc.).

I welcome any comments/sources that people have as so many of us are trying to figure this out!! Updating as I find more options/learn more

Tumblr:

My experience: I used Tumblr back before the NSFW ban and am just coming back this year, I find it easy to use and filter content I do and don't want to see. But I struggle to feel a sense of community here (I haven't talked to anyone directly through this platform in the years I have used it, though I do appreciate the silly tags on my art!! keep them coming!)

Pros: As far as I'm aware (I used the site back in the popular days, so I'm just coming back to it): does not use posts for gen AI, does not ban queer/bipoc/disabled content. Many fandoms have a large base here.

Cons: cannot post NSFW, anything vaguely near NSFW can be flagged even if it is not sexual

Twitter:

My experience: I have been on Twitter for about a year, I've found a bunch of mutuals and enjoy interacting with people there. But I can't support the direction M*sk is taking things and don't want to post my art on that platform anymore.

Pros: Large user base/far reach including international, can post NSFW but it can sometimes be limited in the algorithm

Cons: M*sk, shadowbans/bans of LGBTQ+ and BIPOC content, arbitrary bans/flags for NSFW, will use posts for AI, bots, hate speech, and harassment of marginalized groups are getting worse

Discord:

My experience: I've used discord for at least 7 years and use it daily as my primary form of communication with friends (and my husband one room away).

Pros: Large user base, most gamers have it, easy way to communicate on mobile and desktop, fun bot integration

Cons: Hard to find your people, most servers are closed systems that you don't know exist, and being in dozens of servers can be difficult to keep track of/keep up with. Each server is run by a person and could disappear without any notice if they rage quit and delete it, the rules are also up to that person. It makes it hard for artists to get a broader reach unless they have their own userbase from another platform feeding into it. Mentions of using user content (VC?) for AI training. They combined the dev for iOS and Android and the mobile app has been AWFUL since then (constantly says connecting every time I go to the app, often have to close and reopen it to send a message).

Bluesky Social:

My experience: I'm on the waitlist (supposedly? Didn't get an email confirmation and just waiting for the past week).

Pros: Built by the previous CEO of Twitter so in theory knows how to build a platform, lots of people seem to be heading that way if they can get an invite code. There were previous worries about it using content for AI, however as far as I can tell it uses content for tagging/moderation the same way that Tumblr does, and NOT for generative AI, " Bluesky does not own rights to your User Content" (From their TOS). Supposedly allows NSFW but can't find a source on this.

Cons: Waitlist of indeterminate length/hard to get an invite code. As shared in my comments, there have been issues of harassment and racism that are not being moderated properly to protect POC users. There have been issues of racist slurs being used in usernames, which in theory got patched out with code, but took a while for them to respond, which does not bose well.

Misskey.io:

My experience: Seeing a few mutuals go over to Misskey.io, I have only clicked on a couple of their posts to see what the platform looks like.

Notes: Uncertain about much about the platform. A lot of the posts are in Japanese (and I'm rusty reading kanji!)

Cons: There are mentions of being Anti-LGBTQ+ or at least not wanting people to post LGBTQ+ content there (1, 2, 3).

Mastodon:

My experience: I don't have an account and have only clicked there once for this post, see below

Notes: I have no personal experience with this platform but people online keep mentioning how hard it is to set up and use (even those who work in programming). I just went to the site's explore page from a google search. The first post it showed me was anti-red state/political parties legislating/tracking marginalized groups (ok), but with a picture of Nazi's front and center uncensored or tagged/flagged as far as I can tell (that was a shocking welcome to the site, might have just been my bad luck, not sure what kind of content is usually posted there). My husband who is into following political content says that people looking for that content are more likely to go to Mastodon from the accounts he follows, rather than art/fandom (from his experience).

Threads:

My experience: I do not have Facebook and will not join this platform.

Pros: Lots of people already have Instagram accounts, so it should be easy to join Threads

Cons: They will collect every scrap of data they can on you and sell it. From your purchases, to health, to location, you are the product.

Pillowfort:

My experience: Only seen mutuals talking about it, do not have an account myself

Pros: According to wikipedia: "The website was launched in 2017 and is currently in open beta. As of October 2020, the site had more than 100,000 users. The website is popular among fandoms, the LGBT community, and adult content creators." Allows NSFW content. Looks a lot like Tumblr so should be familiar to use. They have a demo login that allows you to check out what the site looks like before making an account. They say they are "planning" (search for Stance on AI in the FAQs) to prevent bot scraping, however they believe "AI and AI Generated Images are a topic that is much more nuanced than we previously believed" and do not take a firm stance on the topic yet.

Cons: They do not have a mobile app, though it is mentioned in the FAQs as planned. They limit image uploads to 2MB, you have to pay $2.49/month to upload up to 4MB. Anything submitted over 2MB up to 10MB will be resized down to 2MB.

Notes: On the FAQ they mention "In order for Pillowfort to remain online we need money to cover our various expenses such as hosting & data fees, staff compensation, etc. We do not receive any funding from corporate investors or venture capital because we are committed to keeping our user experience a priority." For better or worse, it is not run by a large company, they mention working on getting volunteers for moderation, the site feels like a work in progress.

Spill:

Notes: Having trouble finding details on this one, don't know anyone personally on it to ask.

Pros: Black owned

Cons: Currently a waitlist, not sure how long the wait is

#twitter alternative #twitter meltdown #twitter refugees

[mskpassed]

To be loved is to be changed

I see photos of myself from just a few weeks ago. I look at myself in the mirror nowadays.

Maybe it's the cold, maybe it's the warmth coming from the bedsheets. Maybe it's the kisses all over your face, maybe it's the warmth coming from you.

The way my smile lines show more, the way I can't hold back from holding you closer when we're on the road, when we're watching a movie, when we're in public even.

Hidden in plain sight, I'm glad it's all like this. If I had a choice, I would've chosen to do this all over again.

I've seen the way your eyes watered when we didn't know what else to do, how your hands shook when you were holding me in bed, the moment I realized your jacket wasn't one to be given back.

We're so different, yet so similar. You're driven by the anger I cannot feel properly and I'm driven by the mania in my veins I get when I rush down an empty road of memories.

Welcome to my heaven, the place where I keep all my favorite pictures and memories of us. I don't think anyone else has place inside other than us. It's a little too full for more people.

The moment you told someone, I knew there was no turning point. The moment I held you again, I knew something had changed.

Don't mistake my silence for disapproval, it was never meant to be like that. My silence is a reflection of my thoughts, I'd never get mad at you for who you were.

After all, what you are to them now, you've always been to me. I never thought I'd get to see you like this, yet here you are now.

You're still just as perfect as I remember you. I'd get on one knee for you if I could.

#spilled poetry #spilled ink #love #story #livejournal #diary entry #journal #journal entry #letters #poetry #spilled words #spilled thoughts #spilled writing #thoughts #entry #diary

[princelylove]

W-we are friend now, ahhh. I'm so happy~ thank you so much

Btw do you know about the yandere alphabet (here: https://www.tumblr.com/dear-yandere/188860909008/yandere-alphabet). Do you accept request base on the yandere alphabet? If yes, then I'd love to request:

+ F, H, N for Noriaki

+ I, J, L for Josuke

+ B, Q, X for your favorite yandere :)

~ 🏵️ anon ~

You’re welcome. Sure, I’ll bite. Forgive the formatting here, I’m still trying to figure out how to make it all pretty. For my "favorite" I just did someone I was in the mood for tonight.

F: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Noriaki is displeased, to put it lightly. He doesn’t understand why you won’t just behave, he’s doing everything right, by all means. If you resist him you might as well just be begging for restrictions. He doesn’t even restrict you that much, he doesn’t have any plans to kidnap you! Stop acting like he’s some obsessed creep and behave. 

H: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Losing your autonomy. If you are incapable of acting right, he’ll make you act right. It’s not like it’s hard to puppet you. He knows how you talk, walk, even how you rest when you stand still for too long. And he just adores the way hierophant green looks on your wrists and ankles. 

Also the social isolation. Once you notice it, it’s too late. 

N: How would they punish their darling?

Noriaki is very, very understanding. He researched how most victims react to overbearing obsession, and to be honest, not very good results! His goal isn’t to harm you, he wants you to flourish! He punishes you socially, have you ever been talking to a group of people and one of them stops the entire conversation to chide you? Social shaming and peer pressure is killer.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Josuke wants to settle down. He’s always been sorta jealous of people who had really loving families, and sometimes family means you, your darling, and maybe a dog. He wants his darling to play house with him. 

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Only sorta. He’s cool if you show him lots of attention; He doesn’t want to be one of those overbearing boyfriends who ruins every friendship you’ve got. He’s an asshole, yeah, fucking ok, but he’s not gonna get in the way of your friends. He’s not insecure. 

On that same note, it’d drive him up the wall if you talked about another guy like he was better than him. He’s sitting right there, you absolutely cannot be serious. He blows off steam by working out, and telling himself he’s way better than that scumbag you’ve definitely got eyes for. 

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

I think he inherited his father’s persistence. He can’t take a “no” for shit. He’ll go a seemingly normal route- saying he wants to spend time with you, getting your phone number, doing things he thinks people find attractive when guys do. He peacocks quite a bit, and for good reason, he’s quite handsome. He takes you out on a couple dates before he decides to properly ask, and if you say no, he’s just going to take that as a “Not yet.”

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Leone is prepared to kill for his darling, and that’s entirely with his hands. He doesn’t use guns, and his stand isn’t one for combat, so it’s either his bare hands or something he can bash someone’s head in with. It’ll be such a pain to get this blood out of his clothes, but he really doesn’t care. He has a job. He can buy new clothes. He can’t buy a new you.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Never. If his darling died while under his care, he’d kill himself. End of story. What’s the point in keeping his life if he let you rot? He’s a disgusting excuse for a man, he should’ve never gotten impatient and snatched you up. If you ever escaped successfully, it wouldn’t be for long. He’d brood for a week or so- that’s your period to get the fuck out of the country- and then go hunting for the only thing keeping him going. 

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Total reverence. Leone absolutely adores you, you make him a better man. He pretties himself up entirely for you- you’re his main motivation for everything. He can’t be lazy, who wants a lazy boyfriend? He can’t be so slovenly, who wants to make out with that? Leone gets rather meticulous about his makeup, Mista’s rushed him out of their shared bathroom more times than he can remember. Get a vanity, man, you’re interfering with poor Mista’s schedule. 

Leone loves to just sit and watch you. He gives you space, careful not to step on your metaphorical toes, and just sits quietly to watch. He won’t look away if you look over while he’s giving you that stupid, lovestruck stare. He’s so lucky he gets to witness you. Your every need is taken care of, he’ll even get down on the ground to rub your feet if you told him to- as long as you’re doing what he wants. If you break his fantasy of you actually liking him, he falls into a bit of a depressive rut, and slacks a bit with your needs.

#🏵️ anon #yandere leone abbacchio #yandere josuke higashikata #yandere noriaki kakyoin #request granted

[ashilrak]

Books should be discussed and torn apart to properly understand them. Thinking we don't is a terrible stance to take. Both you and @mrthology cannot be so naive as to think his work has no negative effects and have a responsibility to talk about the errors and how flawed they are and support others who also do so instead of ignoring it

I've never said his works have no negative effects. I said that I don't think children's books should be held to the same standard as adult fiction or academic texts, and that I don't want to see negativity and discourse because it takes away from my enjoyment of fandom.

People are free to interact with the books however they wish. It simply is not how I (and @mrthology), personally want to. I prefer to focus on what I love about the books, and that's just as valid a way to approach fandom as is digging into the source work's flaws. We all want different things out of fandom.

It all comes back to "don't like; don't read" and "if you don't like something, go do/make it yourself". Mrthology and I don't love fandom discourse, so we made spaces free of it. Obviously a lot of people aren't going to jive with that. That's okay - it's not for everyone. Everyone is welcome, but not everyone will want to be there. We're not forcing anyone to be a part of any fandom space we mod or are in.

#Ask #Nonny #also looking at my bookshelf #i think i've understood every book i've read without spending hours tearing them apart #Percy Jackson and the Olympians

[eldritch-spouse]

Putting this here so I don’t clutter your DMs — but I think if the facility somehow managed to recapture Breg, they’d just end up killing him. Him not fucking anything but his human is bad enough, but assuming that the other spreaders can’t speak, they’d likely be able to learn from mimicking him like he did with Fasma. Breg learning to talk reminds the facility that spreaders are beings capable of sentience, not mindless animals that can be used for profit. Losing the golden goose is a big loss for the facility, but they’ll be able to recover the numbers somehow. It’s easier to talk down on something when it doesn’t talk back.

Not quite.

TW: Mentions of suicide.

Spreaders can talk. A bit. See, they may not be educated properly, but they do communicate with each other in select instances, this paired with their ability to somewhat poorly absorb vernacular from guards and maintenance workers means they're able to have a very limited, but still present vocabulary. Knowledge is perpetuated between clumps of breeders, though higher ups are not concerned with this, because their poor grasp of language won't help them in the long-run. They mostly communicate through inhuman vocalizations between themselves, but words are often used for concepts they cannot describe with trills/hisses/clicks.

They wouldn't kill Breg.

See, it doesn't matter if Breg doesn't want to fuck, it never did. He never wanted to fuck the other breeders, but his consent was irrelevant. Regardless of him being able to talk, he's back to square one. His verbal outlash means nothing and will not stop facility staff from arranging breeding sessions.

These people are not morally dubious, they're morally evil. A breeder being slightly more adjusted to society, wearing clothes or talking fluently will not make them have a change of heart or think twice about the nature of their jobs. These people know breeders are sentient, in fact, part of their training involves understanding just how intelligent the monsters are. And besides, Breg could use all the sob stories he has up his metaphorical sleeves, the staff is paid more than enough to close their eyes and look elsewhere.

On top of that, remember that Breg was never welcomed by his own kin, even inside the facility. Before, he was rejected for being a source of stress for most males, due to his excellent "quality". Other males had a lot to live up to, or risk being eliminated for insufficient profit compared to the golden goose. Breg's escape has resulted in a lot harsher security measures being put in place, the facility plays it very safe and ten times more violent, and the spreaders are smart enough to understand Breg's selfish little stunt was what gave way to their new, even more miserable existences. What do other breeders care if he speaks better?! For all they know, he is the source of their newfound suffering. They want him dead all the more.

Breg would kill himself sooner.

He knows exactly what he's coming back to. He knows he'll never get an opportunity to escape again, because simply put, he'll never be out of surveillance again. He'll be isolated further, confined in even more horrid spaces and probably incapacitated. They might try to permanently remove his teeth, cut his tail, forcibly remove claws, keep him drugged out of his mind until he's sent off to impregnate some poor sod. Breg knows what's going to happen to him. He knows he'll never see you or Fasma again, that he'll never be happy again. That this is not an existence worth partaking in.

But it's okay. If only just for a second, this breeder lived out his dream. He had a wonderful mate, and he made a friend. Breg was happy. Breg was fulfilled. He did it. He made it out and he lived his life.

It's with a smile on his face that he starts viciously clawing at his own throat with the claws they haven't removed yet.

If he's quick enough, the guards won't get to his cell in time, and Breg can die happy in a pool of his own ocean-blue blood, knowing he got to love someone, and feel the warmth of their skin on his.

The last image that flashes through his fading mind is of you at the park, smiling at the breeder while you hold his hand.

You are so beautiful....

He's so lucky.

#Bregory #mmmm angst #gonna make myself cry fucc #doodleferp