#i also think in the process of this i've become face blind

[topherwrites]

bit of process on a cowboy!jake WIP - still got a bit to go to clean it up.

rereading "Don't Hang 'em Till Noon" by @sailor-aviator inspired this one.

#jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick #top gun maverick art #top gun #i did this on my phone so please excuse any funkiness #i also think in the process of this i've become face blind #i have zero clue if this looks anything like glen powell anymore #he has a very particular mouth... #i feel like the ref for this piece is obvious #my art

[generalsmemories]

Ginkgo leaves

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ based on the ask: Since reqs are open, you think you could write jing yuans reaction to his lover being Mara-struck? Thank you! - requested by anonymous

✧ contents: established relationship, angst, hurt/almost no comfort lmfao, implied character death, mentions of other characters, pov mostly written in jing yuan's pov, still usage of 2nd pov (referring the reader as you), mayhaps ooc because jing yuan is an emotional wreck.

✧ a/n: when i tell ya'll i legit struggled to be able to write this entire thing. there's been like 3-4 scrapped drafts because halfway through writing i would just NOT be satisfied with the result. to the anon who requested this, i'm so sorry it took this long - but i hope the upcoming trainwreck makes up for it! a trainwreck im still not actually satisfied with LMFAO. but it's better than the other 5 scrapped works. also not beta-read so fellas if u see a spelling error - no you didn't.

p.s: some mara-struck information i give here are totally fanmade for the purpose of this fic alone, as such don't take whatever i write about mara here as what actually happens canonically to characters (then again most of the playable characters have different symptoms of mara themselves).

"Benefactor, am I correct to believe you're asking me if the general has any specific interests?" Tingyun asks with a snicker, the trailblazer looking away from her prying eyes while mumbling a quiet yes.

"Some of the younger... Can I call them younger? Anyway, some of the younger Xianzhou citizens are very infatuated with the general. Seeing as I've been announced as his honory guest, they do often come and ask me various things to try and gain his favor. So yeah, anything at this point will work - so please!" the trailblazer hurriedly explained, clasping their hands together in a desperate attempt to get anything from the foxian amicassador leaning back with a quirked eyebrow.

"Ahh, love truly makes someone go blind doesn't it," she muses out loud, the trailblazers' eyebrow furrowing together in confusion over the foxian's lady choice of words, "... You're not entirerely wrong with that statement..."

"Do you want to know what his favorite flower is?" Tingyun asks, ignoring the confused question that had been uttered to her, snapping her fan open to hide the cheeky smile that spread across her lips - but anyone could still tell that her eyes were gleaming with mischief as the trailblazer nodded their head.

"He doesn't have one."

"Then why did you even-"

"But he likes ginkgo leaves."

The trailblazers' eyes widened in shock, and rightfully so because the very thing ginkgo leaves are associated with are after all...

"He had a lover once, and as far as I'm aware, his last moment with them while they still had their consciousness intact was surrounded by ginkgo leaves."

Jing Yuan whilst having forgotten almost every single moment with you, does unfortunately remember the exact details of the day that your descent into madness started. Because what he witnessed wasn't a futile struggle you had with yourself to not to destroy everything within your vicinity. Instead, he witnessed the slow process of your bright self becoming an empty shell, only capable of uttering a few words.

It's comical really, even when faced with a curse that struck everyone mad - he found out that it oddly fit your character to not go mad, but instead become the complete opposite of your gentle self. A hollow shell of the person he fell in love with all centuries ago.

Jing Yuan knew he had to end your suffering right then and there when you first started to show signs.

But he couldn't - This wasn't something that had to be immediately dealt with, his hand wasn't forced like it was back when he had to slay his own master down before she took more lives.

No, this was a normal afternoon on what would've been another normal, mundane day in both of your lives. But everything went wrong the moment Jing Yuan heard the breaking of glass, and how there was a lone gingko leaf inside the palm of your hand - a ginkgo leaf that you were staring wide-eyed at with a trembling hand.

You were too far from the veranda to have a ginkgo leaf in your hand.

General Jing Yuan would've ended your suffering the moment you turned around to lock eyes with him, your own face twisted into one of utter fear.

General Jing Yuan would've reported you the to Ten-Lords Commissions as the law had stated. But Jing Yuan couldn't - because Jing Yuan knew that the moment he did, he would never see you again.

So he decided for once he would be selfish. Jing Yuan rarely made choices lately that was based off of his own feelings, but his time with you was cut too harshly, so once again he chooses to be selfish. Even if that meant that it would prolong your suffering just a tiny bit more. "... We can figure something out," was the only thing he could muster up the courage to say with a shaking voice. You didn't say anything, your mouth wobbling a tiny bit and your breathing getting harsher by the second.

But still you indulged him - you always did. So with an equally wobbly smile, you only nodded your head slightly, "... Sure."

That wobbly smile and expression of utter fear was the last genuine expression that truly came from yourself.

The descent to becoming fully mara-struck is usually a fast process, the curse able to completely overtake someone's mind within the same day the symptoms appears - rendering the person completely vulnerable with the only alternative to either hand themselves in to the Ten-Lords or wait for the Ten-Lords to come to them personally.

Your usual easy-going smile was gone, in its stead was eyes that kept going in and out of focus. Almost as if you were desperately trying to keep yourself grounded - a battle you both knew would end with your defeat.

Jing Yuan didn't dare to venture outside of the house. One step out and every Cloud Knight would've been on you within seconds to subdue you. He had first initially resorted to just holding you within his arms for as long as he could, to be able to remember how you felt like after your death.

But with the minimal strength you had left, you had wobbled to the garden, every step taken only making you pant heavily. But even with heavy breaths of air leaving your lips, you had refused to take Jing Yuans hand or offer to even carry you out to the garden. When you had managed to reach the ginkgo tree standing tall at the center of the garden, Jing Yuan was sure you were going to collapse in front of it, taking a quick step to catch you.

But instead you had merely reached your hands up, the falling leaves fluttering gently down onto your palms. And while you were in indescriable pain for the last couple of hours - Jing Yuan could only see a serene expression when you looked up at the ginkgo leaves that were continously falling down.

"... They're beautiful... aren't they... Jing Yuan? It's almost a pity... that these beautiful... leaves are associated with our doom," you said softly. Jing Yuan could feel his breath hitch in his throat when you uttered his name.

You're obviously struggling to convey whatever thoughts you still had to him properly, taking a moment in between words to catch your breath, eyebrows furrowed slightly as you fought against the searing pain that was spreading through every nerve in your body.

There's a sudden gust of wind which causes the pile of leaves in your hands to flutter away from your grasp. Your hand stretches out slightly, almost in an attempt to reach out for them - stumbling a bit in your step. The limp causes Jing Yuan to take a quick step forward with his arms outstretched. Perhaps seeing him in your peripheral vision causes you to stop the futile attempt to catch the escaping leaves, arms going limp against your side as you turn to face him - your once blank expression turning into a somber smile instead.

Jing Yuan thinks that it's unfair how normal you look in front of him - almost as if you haven't been becme mara-struck. Like nothing has happened to you aside from the ginkgo leaves fluttering from your lips whenever you cough. The same cough that causes the general of Luofu to flinch every time - without fail.

And perhaps you can see his inner turmoil, the way he tries to make eye contact with you, but is unable to after a few seconds. The way his hands clench too hard into fist to the point droplets of blood fall down to the grass and stains it a deep red while he bites his own lips to not say a word - lest he says something that he will regret.

And you truly wish that you could tell him everything is okay like you usually do.

But for the first time since the day he lost his friends, you can't.

"... I'm sorry," you finally say, the apology making him whip his head up to you again. Mouth opening to say something to comfort you, to tell you that it's not your fault. But the words are unable to leave his mouth when he sees your arms slightly outstretched towards him with a small smile.

And he can't hold it in anymore.

It only takes him a few wide steps to reach you from his position before he cradles you within his arms. The grip is tight, unbearably tight to the point it hurts, but you don't complain. You're limp in his hold, and if this was any day he wouldn't comment, but the fact that you're not moving a single muscle terrifies Jing Yuan to the core. "... Please," he finally manages to whisper, the rustling of ginkgo leaves around you almost drowning out his quiet plea.

"Please don't make me do this again."

He doesn't ask if the tensing of your body is caused by the pain that's rapidly increasing or if it's caused by his silent confession. He can however feel the gentle hand that rests against the lower part of his back and your head resting against the side of his own. The reassurance you try to give him does nothing to help because he's aware that it probably brought you unmeasurable pain to try to move those limbs - instead the general buries his face closer to your neck and squeezes you tighter.

"... You won't." you whisper quietly.

It takes a moment for Jing Yuan to process the meaning behind those two words.

But it's a moment too late, because before he can get his phone out to usher a command, a few resounding knocks can be heard throughout the quiet mansion.

"General Jing Yuan. This is Xueyi of the Ten-Lords commission. I've gotten information that there's currently a mara-struck within these premises."

Jing Yuan feels his blood run cold, he pulls himself away from you to stare at you properly in disbelief.

You're still staring at him with the same somber expression, however he can tell there's a small pitiful smile grazing your lips, "I'm sorry," you whisper once again.

"I asked her... personally," you start, finally letting yourself rest now that the end is near, slumping down onto Jing Yuan's chest, your ear settling itself against his heart to hear his rapid heartbeats.

Jing Yuan loathes the fact that it's at this moment, with the Ten-Lords commission outside of your door and with him completely broken do you actually look at peace - like your battle against time has finally come to its conclusion.

And naturally, the one who lost is you.

"Half a day... with you. Then she would come and bring me there. You won't have to... do this again."

You're not able to see Jing Yuan's face - and Jing Yuan wouldn't want you to see how he looked like right now. The arms around you is trembling, his mind is racing - trying to come up with anything to give him a bit more time with you.

But for once, the general that had a plan for every situation had nothing in mind.

He's lost. And the prize of the loss this time is losing you forever.

"General, I apologize for the rudeness of what I'm about to do, but this is for both of your safety," Jing Yuan hear Xueyi mutter from outside of the door, before he hears the rattling of the door frame start to slide open.

"Wait- no," it's a quiet request that gets ignored as Xueyi strides in alone, the lack of company making Jing Yuan's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"... Their last request along with the request for my late arrival here was for the Cloud Knights to not see you like this. Naturally I won't tell anyone of what I've seen today."

Jing Yuan doesn't care about that, he could care less about his image right now, pulling you closer to him while his eyes are downcast - he makes no move to hand you over to the judge.

The puppet judge before him does not say anything - nor does she make a move. What she does however is wait, wait for the general before her that has been utterly crushed and broken by the person in his arms start to accept the harsh truth once again.

If he doesn't handle the mara-struck himself, someone else would - but the end result only serves to punish him in the end, the one left behind.

Xueyi hears a silent breath be let out by the general, her once closed eyes opening up to see the general pull slightly away from you, one hand reaching up to cradle your cheek. Your eyes have long since closed, and you're most likely not even conscious to hear what he's about to say.

"My dear... I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you. But I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit longer before we can meet again," he whispers, bumping his forehead against your own gently, "I hope you won't fault me for that."

A long ginkgo leaf flutters right between the two of you, eventually settling down on your chest.

Jing Yuan sucks in one last deep breath, "I'm sorry I kept you here for so long - I'm sorry you had to be in pain for so long because of me," he leans in to slot his lips one last time over your own, whispering something that Xueyi can't hear before he rises up, your body limp in his arms.

"Thank you for your service Miss Xueyi, please see them off appropiately." Jing Yuan says, voice sounding eerily calm - almost like his usual self.

When he turns around to finally face her, the puppet's lifeless eyes seem to grow a bit in surprise. Before her is the general of Luofu, his usual easy-going smile present on his lips.

Like he wasn't carrying his mara-struck lover in his arms.

"As much as I would want to accompany you to see them off, I'm afraid I have some urgent matters to attend to," he informs, handing your body over to Xueyi - she doesn't comment on how his hands are still slightly trembling or how he immediately turned a bit to the side to ignore staring at her head-on.

Even though Xueyi doesn't want to ask, she still asks either way, "What are your plans from here on, general?"

Jing Yuan only gives her a close eyed smile, turning his gaze towards the large ginkgo tree with his hands behind his back. He gnaws a tiny bit at his lips, finally breathing out.

A couple of seconds passes by before he opens his mouth.

"I think I'll meditate a bit under this tree before heading back to the Seat. I can't leave Luofu without me for too long after all."

5 SCRAPPED WORKS AND I'M STILL NOT ACTUALLY THAT SATISFIED BUT IF I KEEP THIS PIECE LONGER IN THE WORKS THE MORE I'LL BUTCHER IT SO HAHA - THIS IS THE BEST WE CAN DO AFTER 3 MONTHS OF CONSTANT BACK AND FORTH FELLAS. I HOPE IT SQUEEZED YOUR HEART A TINY BIT NONETHELESS.

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail imagines #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr imagines #star rail x reader #star rail imagines #star rail x you #honkai star rail angst #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #hsr jing yuan #jing yuan angst

[saiidahyunie]

sacrifice (eat me up)

vampire!myoui mina x doctorstrange!reader (pt.2) || fluff, suggestive

synopsis: the gala incident was still fresh in your mind not long after your recovery, but you get an unexpected visitor back at the sanctum sanctorum who turns out to be a familiar face.

wc: 9k

warnings: blood ; mentions of food ; bad dreams/nightmares ; flirting ; angst if you squint ; rushed but proofread i think idk

a/n: didn't mean to drag this series (T_T) i've been a bit busy but i hope you guys enjoy this latest installment!!!

pt.1 pt.3

it was dark, pitch black—you didn’t know when, where, or how you got here, but there was nothing.

you walk forward in the endless void of darkness, questions turning the gears in your head in search for answers. obviously you weren’t dead (god forbid it was too soon for you to die as it is) but you deduced the fact that you were still alive to some extent. 

a string of voices call out faintly in the distance of empty space, the voice was familiar, but your mind was ringing at a rate that couldn’t process the information like normally. 

“would you let me devour you whole?” 

“take my flesh and blood y/n…” 

“our fate will be consumed by darkness.” 

images from the gala come flushing in your head; laughing with the other colleagues of doctors, meeting the chief and spiderwoman, mina’s smile, sounds of the applause from the crowd, screams of the guests, mina biting into your neck, slashes and groans that your ears pick up right after before passing out.

you then find yourself staring at your reflection in the mirror, kneeling while your arms are holding the body of a girl in a white dress. blurry vision hindered you from making out the face you were holding, looking back in the mirror to see mina hold you by the face and neck behind you. 

“this is all your doing, the blood of the person you’ve become so infatuated with, on your hands.” 

you look back at the mirror again after she whispers this to your ear, the feeling of her fingers on your neck, showing the bite mark that were two apparent dots leaking out your blood, breathing increasing by the second since everything was so hard to process all at once. 

she has this devilish smirk, before smiling at your scared expression that’s reflected, fangs bearing along her teeth before she pulls you away fast from the mirror.

that was the last thing you saw before your eyes shot open to a completely opposite setting that was in contrast to your vision? or dream? or whatever the hell you just witnessed in your head just now. 

you couldn’t exactly move normally like you wanted, you were tucked in a hospital bed. figured that it was in the same hospital you worked at because of the patterns on the ceiling above you with the same announcer paging doctors and nurses. haewon, you recall the person who’s in charge of announcing names, continuing to scan the room trying to piece everything together to the best of your memory. 

the voice of cristina is heard in the hallway outside of your room, glancing over in the gaps of the blinds that were ajar to see how you’re doing while also giving you privacy since you were knocked out for however long it was since that evening. she ends her conversation with the fellow doctor outside and walks in the room to check in on you. 

“thank goodness, i was wondering if you were going to wake up at all.” she says with a relief in her voice while you turn your head to see the window outside. 

“what happened?” you croak out, coughing as you try to sit up, cristina bracing you with her hands on your chest before grabbing the nearby chair in the corner next to your bed. 

“i don’t know,” responding while cristina fished for the tv remote, lowering down the volume and changing the channels. you moved your head and arms around from their soreness from sleeping like a log for whatever day of the freaking week it was. “i was having a really good time at that gala until all of a sudden i wasn’t.” 

cristina hands you a mirror, not for beauty purposes, but to see the damage that was done on your neck covered by two square bandages. it wasn’t too extensive, but you did see a hint of a hickey peeking through the top under your chin. 

“when we rolled you in, west was trying to figure out how the hell did you get a bite mark on the neck?” 

“you wouldn’t believe who it was even if i told you.” you reply, grabbing the nearby ipad set on the table next to you, tapping on the screen to a website that showed official pictures, scrolling through the official images of the supposed red carpet outside (you don’t even remember walking past that) before clicking on a still that captured your silhouette along with another woman’s, showing cristina the picture that left her gasping. 

“i know that side profile, there’s no fucking way you tango’ed with the myoui mina?!” she exclaims, clutching the tablet away from your hands, leaning your head back against the headboard as cristina examines the picture more closely. 

“you’re probably smart enough to connect the dots together from that night.” 

“but that doesn’t explain the bite marks and half of your dress shirt and jacket stained in your blood?” 

“cris,” you begin, propping your knee up to hook both of your clasped hands against it, the cords of the iv moving along your arm with the faint beeping of the machine tracking your heartbeat filling the silence. 

“what if i told you that vampires were actually real?” 

“aren’t those just an old folktale y/n?” 

“no, not this one.” 

cristina places the ipad flatly on the bed, stepping away to peep her head out the hallway before closing the door and locking it, shutting the blinds after to give an extra layer of privacy. 

“what happened that night y/n?” 

you lean your head back again, tilting it at an angle as the memories start to come back from that evening at the gala. closing your eyes to come up with the best way to describe your situation, but the only thing that was in your mind was mina. 

of all times, why would you be thinking about mina right now? 

“the party was amazing, speaking to mr. myoui after so many years since his emergency surgery. that was probably one of the better gatherings that i’ve attended this year alone.” 

“how did you get with mina?” 

“there was a situation, and i stepped in. after that, we just started talking from then on.”

“and?” 

you lean your head down, heart getting giddy at the feeling you felt that night with mina, the way she just acted with you, how she danced with the lights low and the disco balls scattering reflected lights across the hall, the feeling of her lips on yours before she went all vampire go kill mode out of nowhere. you smile at the tender memory before returning your eyes back to cristina. 

“let’s just say that it’s most likely a one-time thing.” 

“oh you wish for it to happen again don’t you?” 

“hmm maybe i do, just minus the vampire bite on my neck currently.” you say, pointing to the bandages on your neck before letting out a soft laugh. 

“one of the saviors of the entire universe, and yet a vampire is what puts you in this situation.” cristina says to you, grabbing the remote again and flipped through the channels before landing on the news that was covering the gala incident. 

you check the date for today, only to realize that it had been almost six days since the gala. now wasn’t the time to think leisurely, you had to figure out what the hell happened in the span of almost a week—turning the volume up on the tv when the chief and detective park appeared on the screen. 

their whole deposition on the situation was to figure out who or what was controlling mina that made her into a bloodlusted vampire in the first place, a really beautiful vampire in that matter to add. 

the chief’s statement like most of his statements that you’ve listened to in some sort of fashion, were all ensuring that the safety of the general public as well as those who were affected by this tragedy would be cared for, while the detectives are working hard to piece the crime together—they already had a head start, but you wanted to crack this mystery first before them. 

sitting in this hospital bed couped up in the room wasn’t going to do you any good, tearing off the many tubes that were stabbed inside you, the monitor tripping behind you because of the sudden unplugging as cristina let out a loud gasp at what you were doing. 

“y/n?! what are you doing!?” 

“i can’t just sit here and do nothing, i need answers and i need them now.” you answer her briskly, storming out the door and into the hallway, cristina following after trying to make you rationalize your decision making. 

the whole scene was something straight out of house or grey’s anatomy—just a regular patient having an episode with a chasing doctor or nurse trailing behind you, that was the perfect description of the situation that you were in currently. 

you managed to get to the elevator with no problem, pressing on the usual button on the panel that led you to the floor of your office. soon as you got out, your legs started to feel wobbly, leaning onto the nearby wall for stability as cristina helped you up. 

“had it occurred to you that you lost a considerable amount of blood from that night?” cristina asks you, while your head is still lightheaded from the sensation that made your brain hazy. 

“luckily i have you that has dabbled with hematology back in med school.” 

“you can barely stand on your own if you didn't have me for support.” 

“just shut up and get me to my office.” 

cristina then shoves the door open to your office. everything was pretty much the same like you left it, propping yourself up on the bookcase, scanning through the shelves for this rustic, bulky book that you took from kamar-taj as a souvenir. (wong would be pissed that you stole one of his special collection of books but you would get an earful from him another time) 

you place the book flat on the coffee table, flipping through the pages as you stop midway through the book, finding the spell that you were searching for exactly, resting your hands on your lap to calm your heartrate to help give the proper concentration to initiate. 

cristina watches you form the closed door, the hand poses and signs you waved in the air with an orange light of energy, the cantation of the spell already underway, following along the book with what it had instructed, arms moving in the arm like a painter, finishing up with a snap that shrinks the spell, to a much more smaller size, floating over your uncovered bite wound from mina. 

“woah, what was that?” cristina asks you while your eyes are closed, inhaling deeply before letting out a relieving sigh, relaxing every muscle in your body before looking towards cristina with a more soft look on your face—clearly better than how you were when you first came about from your minor coma. 

“just a small spell to help with the healing process.” you answer, “i can’t determine if the bite is poisonous or not so this should help with accelerating the cells in my body to regenerate progressively overtime?” 

“so no blood transfusion?” 

“we don’t have anyone on my record in terms of clients that match my blood type as of right now.” 

cristina walks over to your espresso machine, crouching under at the mini fridge laying beneath as she fished out two bottles of water, tossing it towards you to drink as she sat on the couch across from you, rubbing her head trying to figure out everything that has happened to you still. 

“so what are you going to do? you can’t just go back to the myoui estate and expect them to show you the crime scene, not without the chief’s consent at least.” 

“we need to look at this from a different angle.” you reply, placing the half-full water bottle on the table before rubbing your chin with your fingers. “the myoui estate would be a good place to look into first, but that place is ground zero for the time being, so we need to start somewhere else.” 

“where else are you thinking?” 

“that’s the thing. i have no idea.” 

“then we can’t start if we don’t have something solid to go with.” cristina says defeatingly, raising her hand up as you huff out a hefty sigh. 

silence fills up the room again as the both of you try to figure out of a possible lead to look into the whole ‘my crush turned into a vampire and i need to turn her back to normal before someone could actually get hurt’ as cristina took a sip of her water again, gears turning in her head trying to devise a possible point of entry into the case without the police knowing. 

“what if we tried getting in touch with mr. myoui directly?” cristina asks you, waving your hand and shaking your head in decline to the idea. 

“as it is, they’re knee deep in the news and press talks since this did happen in their house. it would be good if the birthday celebration wasn’t riddled in controversy.” 

“mr. myoui really has a long track record of giving press releases for most of his life come to think about it.” cristina says, leaning back on the couch a little bit more, letting the small of her back slide towards the seat, almost slouching now. 

records…for some reason that word was replaying back in your mind, staring at the bookcase before your eyes were caught with the filing cabinet that was placed in the ignored corner of your office, where the cloak of levitation would idly float there whenever you weren’t using it. 

“records. wait, that just gave me an idea!” you beam out, shooting straight up from the couch, gliding over to your desk to log into the desktop computer. 

“what happened y/n? what is it?” cristina asks, face features shifting to a more confused face with her eyebrow raised in a high arch. 

“i need you to pull the records on the myoui family’s file that we have of them currently.” you instruct cristina, typing away on the slim keyboard at your fingertips and clicking through website links like there was no tomorrow. “there might be something related to their psychiatric cases. i need you to help me get in touch with someone that helped them in the recovery of mr. myoui’s emergency brain aneurysm surgery.” 

“who are you talking about?” 

“the phone number to dr. hirai, and that’s the second thing that i need right now.” 

“what’s the first?” 

“get me a change of fresh clothes for me will ya? i know you have extras in your locker and it’s not my fault that we’re similar in sizes.” 

cristina scoffs, rolling her eyes at your demands before she happily complies, heading out the door while you grasp the phone to call a long time friend you hadn’t talked to in ages, the line ringing as the voice on the other end was bright, and sweet like peaches. 

“hi momo! yes i was at the gala, and i’m fine now thanks for asking. i have a favor to ask you, can i arrange something with your dad? i think he can help me disclose something that i’m trying to uncover here.” 

“this has come to me on such short notice y/n, but luckily i had an opening between my consultations so that i could meet you.” 

“i hope you don’t mind dr. hirai, but i need your help with something.” you say to the wise psychiatrist, sitting across from him in his office that looks like a closed off section of a penthouse. the walls were decorated to reminisce the glory days of japanese heritage, tapestries that were covered with symbols that promoted goodwill and a long life you’d assume, but that wasn’t what you’re here for. 

momo approaches you two with a tray with three simple teas, setting it down neatly on the table softly humming with a huge smile spread across her lips. 

“thank you dear.” dr. hirai says to her lovely daughter, “if you want you can stay for a bit. i don’t know if you’re working at the firm today, so the offer stands.” 

“i won’t mind staying, but it seems that you two are going to talk about something important so i should give you guys some privacy.” momo replies, raising her hands up in defense before stepping away slightly. 

“it’s fine momo. actually, you can help me with this too. it’s about mina’s family and i could use some of your insight on her.” you say, motioning momo to sit beside, scooching over to the edge of the couch to give her propper space, grabbing the teacup while doing so. 

the three of you share a quick drink followed by a hum of approval, the sweet, sugared tea tickling your tastebuds, placing the cup back on the table before clearing your throat to speak. 

“now momo, i know that you and mina are actually good friends with each other, and you weren’t at the birthday party a week ago, but i wanted to ask what was mina like?"

momo leans back, taking off her blazer to get more comfortable, pressing up her thick glasses before answering while dr. hirai let out a chuckle, knowing that he has seen the two of them so often that he knows what momo was going to say next. 

“mina was always a person who is silent most of the time, but very deadly when she comes out of her shell. her and i go a long way back in law school and whenever we had projects, she always carried the weight i asked for her to do. the epitome of work hard, play and party harder.” 

“i see. so you and her have been close friends for a good majority of your life?” 

“yeah, until the situation with her parents a couple years back.” 

tension hung in the air, you lean in slightly intrigued with the new revelation you just heard now.

“what happened?” you ask, gaining another sip of your tea.

“she didn’t say much, but this was when her dad had that emergency brain surgery. he wasn’t in the right state of mind during his recovery.” 

“that’s weird. because i was one of the assisting nurses that night when he came to the ER."

momo pauses for a second, parting her lips before inhaling sharply with what she was about to say next.

“i was supposed to go that night, to her dad’s birthday, but i had some last minute work come up and i couldn’t make it.” 

“but i did.”

“and you met her?” 

“you could say that.” shrugging your shoulders at momo’s fast question. 

“i’ll just say that there’s some family secrets that shouldn’t be uncovered, y/n. the myoui’s are painted to be a perfect family on camera, but behind the scenes and what mina has told me, it isn’t pretty.” 

“just as i thought.” you sigh out, hanging your head down before looking out the window. 

“during the recovery however,” momo starts again, garnering your attention, “mina would hear her dad spew about finding the right time to claim mina as ‘next in line’.” 

“like a successor of some sort?” 

dr. hirai laughs, “for a neurosurgeon you sure should have a hobby in detective work.” 

momo rolls her eyes at her dad’s joke, “something happened that night, that made mina not mina. i don’t know how else to explain this.” 

“i think i know. there was a red moon that night at the party when i was with her. maybe that’s a key explanation.” 

dr. hirai swipes for his laptop next to him, typing on the internet to help you with the mention of the red moon you saw through the windows last night, along with the glowing red eyes of mina you saw before kissing her a second time. 

“ah! i got it, it was a rare super moon that only comes twice every 4-8 years. looks like the first one was at the party.” 

“what about the second one?” 

“not for another seven months.” 

you look up at the ceiling, trying to construct a solution at the new pieces of information you were receiving. momo feels her phone vibrate in her back pocket, picking it up ahd seeing the contact id.

“shoot, sorry they need me at work. it was nice to see you again y/n!” momo exclaims, giving you a small hug.

“thanks for the help mo. i really appreciate it.” 

momo giggles as she walks her way out of the door, leaving you with just her father sitting across from you now. 

“so i guess that just leaves us then.” dr. hirai says, placing his laptop off to the side. “there’s something going on that you need my help still.” 

you scoot to the side of the couch that you were previously on before momo came in with the refreshments. 

“well…you heard your daughter say about mina’s father. i want to dive deeper into that.” 

dr. hirai places his head on hand, giving you all the attention as the room is filled with silence for just a few moments. you had only helped with the surgery, but the checkups that you assisted with when mr. myoui came over in the few months, this one flew under your radar at the time—before you became a mystic superhero. 

“i know that it’s against your policy for you to disclose what you consult with your patients but,” you begin saying, “more people are going to get hurt from this if i can’t help with mina first.” 

dr. hirai just stares at you, pondering at the request you just laid out for him. his face stoic—almost unamused that makes you think in your head about what you’re doing. why go out of this way to help the very same person that almost killed you? 

he then stands up, air blowing out of his nose that was audible for you to hear, walking to the window that shows the outstretched of the city skyline in the bright of day. you stand up from the couch, keeping yourself in place as you wait for dr. hirai’s choice of words. 

“i’ve known akira since when we were both young upstarts in our businesses here in new york. when i worked with his whole recovery process after his surgery, he would talk about a lot of things. things that would worry him for days on end. his mental health was terrible at that point, but he was able to pull himself together.” 

you stand there tight lipped, eyes darting to the side at the thought that you didn’t know that mina was suffering from a terrible time. but the resolve was clear; that was mina—at the same time, she wasn’t from that moment on. 

“akira always preached about his family history having power throughout all generations. with that said power, even i don’t know because he doesn’t speak of it much.” dr. hirai continues, moving around the room to a nearby bookshelf with a file cabinet next to it. 

pulling out a file that has the myoui name on the tab, dr. hirai hands it to you, examining the casefile before looking up at him again, slightly confused.

“this is everything that i have on record with our consultations with mr. myoui. i consider him to be a ‘former’ client, but i have that on hand whenever he does show up to just have a chat. this is off the books, i hope you know that doctor.” 

you then set the file at your side, extending a hand for a quick shake, pleased to have getting what you need to piece the puzzle together—it was still a long way to go, but a start nonetheless.

“i appreciate the help dr. hirai, next time we go to the annual medical summit, drinks are on me.” 

“i like your style y/n! you can count on it.” 

once outside of dr. hirai’s office, you skim through the file that you were handed, seeing the many notes scribbled on line paper, the old picture of mr. myoui with another picture just tailing at the end of the small stack of extremely confidential files. you flip to the back of the stack, seeing the group picture of momo’s family with mina’s, clearly inferring that they have known each other for quite a long time. 

the bright smile of mina grazing your thumb on the two year old picture, the memory of you and her standing on the balcony together passing through your head. again, so many unanswered questions is keeping you motivated to see it through.

“i still don’t see why she would turn into a vampire of all people–”

a buzz vibrates your pocket, grabbing your phone to see who was calling you in the afternoon hours, only to see that it was an unknown number that wasn’t in your contacts. most people would just simply end the call and go on with their day, but you were desperate for any sliver of information possible. so, you answered. 

“hello?” you say on the phone, walking alongside the car garage in the ground level of the building. 

“y/n? it’s detective jihyo, we spoke at the gala?” 

“ah! yes yes i remember. um, how did you get this number exactly?” 

“i had to pull it from the chief's contacts. he was worried about you since you almost bled to death days ago.” 

“right, well you could break the news to him that i’m alive and well. what’s with the sudden call?” 

jihyo exchanges words with a fellow detective in the background, you assumed that this case was still fresh, all hands would be on deck including hers. you reach your car and open the door to the driver's seat before jihyo’s voice is heard through the speakers. 

“i was hoping that we can meet somewhere, since i know your ‘real’ occupation, i thought it’d be good to bring you up in the loop with what we have with the incident so far.” 

“i just got to my car, just tell me a place and i’ll be there.” 

you meet jihyo at a very lowkey cafe overseeing a hilly area of a park, children’s laughter and the sound of cars serving as the background noise. you sighed out in thought, putting your sunglasses back on your face.

“so,” you say to jihyo who’s taking a sip of favorite cup of mocha that’s in her mint-colored cup while you took a finishing bite of a red velvet cupcake (cristina’s recommendation might you add by the way) before crumpling up the wrapper, “why did you meet with me spontaneously?” 

“well.” jihyo says with exhaustion, “we’re spread too thin…most of the people that we sent looking for mina are either injured or supposedly dead.” 

‘luckily you and the chief are still out and about with this.” 

“not exactly, we need a third player in this and it has to be you.” 

you reach for your backpack, grabbing the file that dr. hirai has given you all of the contents that were discussed between him and mr. myoui in their various consultations. sliding it across the table for jihyo to look at. 

“this might not be much help, but any info that i give you also has to come to me. you guys can’t deal with the supernatural, but i can.” 

jihyo hears this, pushed to do the same as she sends a binder that has the shorter version of what happened that night. new details of different scratch marks, injury reports, items from the gala that had lines that clearly look cut through—this was a different ball game for jihyo and the force. 

“we’ve been also getting reports of multiple sightings. people are saying that it’s a female dealing with criminals scattered across the city.” 

“surely that’s gotta be mina.” 

“possibly, my hands are full with the stuff back at the precinct.” 

jihyo slides the file you showed her after taking pictures to send to the drawing board back at her work, you taking the binder and file in your backpack as you stood up from the table, tilting your glasses down so that she could see your eyes that was filled with so much seriousness that you didn’t have since your first lab practicals back in college. 

before you step away, a wave of unease washes over you, looking out toward the distance and the tables behind you almost like you were looking for someone—the thought of mina came back in your mind again. 

was she watching me just now? 

“something wrong y/n?” jihyo asks you, breaking your train of thought, diverting your attention back to the girl sitting down still. 

“no, just thought i saw someone, that's all.” 

you stand up again, shouldering your backpack and fish for your keys in your pocket before turning towards jihyo again. 

“how’s spiderwoman doing?” 

“she’s okay. a little scratched up, but all she’s worried about is getting her costume fixed for the fifth time this week.” 

you chuckle a bit, relieving the tension that your fellow superhero was also struggling in fighting this new foe that wasn’t supposed to be a villain in the first place, as they say; the things that you do when you flirt with the idea of love. (you watch too many rom-com dramas to have your personal sitcom moment) 

“you should tell your girlfriend to tag out of this one, i’ll handle this.” you say to jihyo who laughs at you a bit, cheeks flushing with a dash of pink knowing that you were right. 

cristina knocks on your office door, opening the door to invite herself in to see you at your desk, papers orderlly scattered across with the projector you have showing the recorded news broadcast from that night. 

“easy to see that you’ve gone full enola on this one and i’m loving every second of it.” 

you turn off the projector, snapping your fingers as the cloak floats to the door, flipping the light switch while you begin to put everything tougher that you had in your office in your backpack. 

“i suppose that everyone’s received the news down below?” you ask cristina, sliding the last file into your backpack before zipping up closed. 

“that you’re taking a temporary leave of absence?” 

“not temporary, i’ve been away from the sanctum for too long. it would be better to stay at one place rather than two.” 

doctor west and jungwon both peep their head through the open door, overhearing the conversation just now. 

“you’re leaving us?!” west exclaims, shocked but the surprise news you just announced. 

“i don’t have much of a choice here, doctor west, i have bigger responsibilities to tend to.” 

west then clutches you in a hug, you clearly unfazed by her sudden spark of emotion while jungwon invites himself in for a few moments, leaving his post at the front desk open.

“i think we’ll be fine, y/n. nice neck tattoo by the way.”

you point to your neck with the two dots on the left side, clearly present and still healing with the two obvious dots with a red line breaking down the middle. “this? yeah i didn’t think i would like it but it’s growing on me.” 

gathering your things while also pushing west and cristina out the door before giving one last look in your office that you enjoyed spending most of your time in, but now this door would have to be closed for now with your cloak fast approaching you before transforming into a small minimal gold necklace around your neck. 

a quick trip in your car that you would probably not use for however long, you park off to the side in the driveway next to the sanctum, placing a green cover over the car and snapping your fingers to make it vanish into thin air—it was a parlor trick you also used at a party that made the other visiting magician spew out curses and eventually storm out of the place since you stole their thunder without having any magic experience according to them. 

the towering doors open with a creaking sound of the aged wood grinding against the hinges, almost greeting their long lost master after being away for so long. 

it seemed that way since the place was kept clean and you see a bald asian man slide down the railing of the stairs, clearly unamused to see you, but that was his love language to you since he wasn’t someone to be vocal about his emotions in the first place. 

“looks like you had a week.” 

“aw i missed you too wong, nice to see you’ve kept the place nice and tidy while i was gone.” 

“i know you stole my book that contained spells for party tricks.” wong says with a bitter tone, annoyed that you’ve done the same stealing trick from him for over two years now since becoming a mythical wizard. 

“hey! it’s not my fault that you have the healing spell stuck in between the pages!” you dart back, walking up the stairs while wong blabbered nonsense back at you, tending to the nearby fireplace down below. 

“your room was left untouched, i promise.” 

“if you prank me with wolf droppings one more time, i’m stealing the whole bookshelf in your study.” 

later that night, you couldn’t sleep. the nightmare came back to you again. 

this time it's back in the grand ballroom of the myoui estate. the tables were empty and you were just standing alone on the dance floor, scanning your surroundings of the sea of scattered chairs moving away from you that leaves you in a guarded position, both fists primed and ready for anything that comes your way. 

everything shifts with people suddenly appearing out of nowhere—its the same night at the gala again, and you see yourself and mina walk to the dance floor, hands finding their place, sliding to her back as the both of you in this memory were clearly enjoying the moment together. 

it was all so nice, you’ve managed to get to know mina in a short span of time to develop a crush on her. the whole crowd of people on the floor laughing, just enjoying the moment together before the lights flash off—turning back on for an entirely brand new image of you on the floor, mina standing over you victorious, your neck gnawed through, blood leaking out while you clutched your neck, gasping for air. 

you get a closer look at mina, her hands and dress riddled with blood, fangs bearing in all its glory as you hear her laugh evilly—enjoying this newfound version of herself. 

“i beg of you y/n…kill me if you want to heal me…” 

“mina pleas–” you reach out, clutching your head in agony, kneeling to the ground to fight off the throbbing in your brain as the grand ballroom crumbles around you, breaking underneath that leaves you falling into the darkness, screaming out for no one.

you shoot straight up from the bed, beads of sweat trickling down your forehead while checking the time—a little past midnight. going back to sleep wasn’t an option for you, not right now.

so in typical fashion for a doctor that would be working the graveyard shift, you kept yourself busy.

flicking on the light on your desk that showed the various files of mr. myoui and the family history, grabbing a nearby spellbook, this one that focused on extraction of a spirit or apparition, it got you thinking—anything could be used as a possibility so it seemed plausible to look into. 

that’s when you hear the sound of footsteps landing outside of your room. 

you peep out the window that oversaw the small garden you curated to see a familiar silhouette—of all places and times why did it have to be now? 

with a wave of your hand, the lights turn on in your room, your cloak of levitation wrapping itself around you as you step outside to the outer area. 

you can tell so easily without question. 

your close friends complinted you for having a knack for knowing people’s faces and their body builds from any distance. 

it was her. 

in all of her beauty and elegance, there she was–right in front of you on the balcony. 

“you shouldn’t be here.” you breathe out, meeting eye to eye with mina as she was across from you, sitting on the edge of the stone railing with her legs crossed perfectly like a kindergartner. 

“don’t we usually say hello to each other if we haven’t seen them in a long time?” she asks you, kicking her feet that were now dangling on the stone balcony, tilting her head to her side. 

“not particularly coming from the same person who chewed away at my neck.” 

mina raises her hands up in innocence, closing her eyes and raising her eyebrows at the verbal jab you just threw at her before looking at you in the eyes again.

it was clear that you were still resenting her with what she did to you, but when she was just simply standing there with a simple black oversized sweater and pants with white sneakers, her hair flowing down with the bangs breaking through—it was hard to believe that she was the same person that turned into a vampire while kissing you. 

“you owe me an explanation for this, inside.” 

mina follows your lead back into your room. the door behind her shuts itself swiftly from the outside with the curtains moving themselves to give you two some more privacy. she leans against your edge of the bed while you fished for a hoodie in your closet. 

“do you know how long its been?” you ask her from the closet, walking back out looking a little bit more presentable to mina. she looks at you with a soft glint in her eyes, gazing at your cute appearance of teddy bear pajamas with a cropped gray hoodie showing a hint of your lower abs. your hair was tied up in a messy bun and your cloak of levitation was following you around like one of those fairies from that one cartoon. 

mina’s heart skips a beat, just a little. 

“i think it’s been a week and i know that–” 

“god, you’re so confusing.” 

“what?” 

you pace around the room like a propper detective (cristina would laugh if she saw your current state right now). in front of mina with your two fingers primed to your chin, letting your brain work to try to think of a proper question without sounding so harsh towards your crush to the point where you’d almost be saying ‘i don’t want to see you now, so leave’ but you kept your poker face and yourself composed as mina just watches you with a calming intent. 

“look,” you sigh out, “i have so many questions for you, but i just don’t know what’s going through my head right now.” mina stands up straight, keeping her close distance, noticing that you were still distressed from everything that’s flooding in your mind–raising a hand in an attempt to calm you. 

“i’m sorry, it’s a lot for me as well.” 

a brief silence fills the air as your shoulders turn square to mina’s, the height difference only by a mere one to two inches. you cross your arms before running a hand down your face. in a surprise shock, mina places her hand alongside your arm, you don’t do anything about it since you’ve kept your wall up about your feelings since that night at the gala. 

“i’m really sorry y/n, for what i did to you and-”

you grasp mina’s shoulders, turning her around at lightning fast speed, pinning her against the wall next to the door. she lets out a quick hitch of breath from the shocking change in your act–she was a little bit flustered by this, her cheeks tinted with a hint of pink but due to you being oblivious because of your anger, you don’t notice this. 

“you’re sorry? they told me at the hospital that i almost bled to death and you say that you’re sorry?!” 

mina’s lips close shut, feeling the resentment of what she caused. to be fair, if you actually used your brain for once you’d remember yourself clearly saying that mina wasn’t mina, but of course you’re too captivated by her simple beauty to think straight in the first place. 

coming back to your senses, you pat down’ mina’s toned shoulders through her sweater, hands falling down to her hand–fingers barely touching each other, mouthing a soft ‘sorry’ as mina gives a nod in ‘it’s okay’ to comfort you. 

realizing how close you two actually were mere centimeters from each others’ faces, you step away to give mina some space, scratching the back of your head as mina fixes up her hair. 

“okay, do you want anything to drink before we start over?” 

a quick snap and a change of the room, you and mina are now sitting one the same seating booth that they typically have at diners. mina tried to explain her whole backstory to you about the whole debacle about her family but ended up breaking down midway that made you hug her, holding a tissue box for her to grab napkins whenever needed to blow her nose out before continuing. 

“so yeah, essentially my family is a complete mess as it is behind the scenes.” 

“i’ve been told.”

mina leans her head on your shoulder, clutching your hand, thumb grazing her finger that makes her feel ten times better from just a simple intimate act. letting out a sigh of relief that she’s been holding for quite sometime you assume. 

“i’m really starting to think that you’re not at fault for what you did to me.” 

“really?” 

you shake your head, rubbing her arm even more that makes her heart race at the touch. “if anything this just spells something bigger than your little incident.” 

“but the news is saying that i’m the one responsible for causing all of that.” 

mina feels your body leave her side, only to see you on your knees in front of her, head nestled between her legs as she cards her fingers through the scalp of your hair. you look up at mina from your lowered position, eyes filled with a hopeful intent that maybe mina just needed to be saved–the calling for every hero and their gig. 

“the red light from the party, that’s what gave you your powers?” 

mina nods, she was hesitant about the question, but knew that it would help her a lot if she told the truth.

“it makes sense, but it doesn’t explain the whole vampire act you have.” 

she cracks a smile, watching you stand up snapping your fingers with a trio of spell books floating to you. each one opening and flipping to various pages while mina just sat there with her legs crossed and hands on her lap. 

continuing to scan through each of the three books, the middle one catches your eye as it flipped to a page that showed a drawing of a moon, with a simple haiku that also connects the dots to the mystery of the myoui’s heritage. 

“i see, that explains the family’s history of this supernatural power and given the ultra-rare red moon last week, it opened up your powers.” 

“a bit much y/n, but your point is?” 

“you’ve been cursed, mina.” 

“cursed?” 

“cursed,” you reply, “since your dad had you involved in some shady scientist work at minatozaki industries in addition to your ‘accident’, it just makes sense that your dad’s been utilizing you to instill fear in the public. technically me as well.” 

mina’s head dips down from this new piece of information, not letting the distraught translate to her face, staring into your eyes apologetically–the consequences of her actions that were not her fault in the first place, but you were going to do whatever it takes to save mina. 

“i’m sorry,” she sobs out, “i’m so sorry…” 

“mina, don’t it’s–” 

“no! it’s all my fault. getting cursed, the pressure from the family, my hatred for my dad.” she says, standing up, walking towards the door leading out to the balcony, hand reaching out for the door. “i shouldn’t have come to you, this was all a big mistake.” she just needed to get away from everything and everyone–that was the only resolve left on her mind. 

hand on the door, she stops her movements when you reach out to grab her wrist, pulling her to your body in a subtle spin move, hand snaking to her lower waist while the other holds her hand still. you close the distance again like earlier when you pinned mina to the wall when she first showed up, tension still present, hesitant with your actions. 

“mina.” you say firmly, eyes slightly looking down as she meets yours, the intensity lying underneath with memories of the dance you two had shared together from the gala coming back to you. “i can help you, all you have to do is just ask me.” 

she looks down, realizing the position that she’s in—your arms were so open and inviting, promoting a safe haven with you. with the light dimming suddenly in the room, mina looks up again, peeking at your lips for a second. you do the same thing before meeting her eyes again, the pounding in your heart ringing in your ears, standing motionless. 

you two read each other’s minds perfectly at the exact same time, tilting heads at opposite angles and meeting in the open space in the middle, locking lips for the second time ever. 

the first kiss with mina was a rush, but the second one felt like the kind of kiss that you’ve been waiting for so long. lips parting and joining again and again in an enchanting dance of mouths and tongues. mina’s hands find themselves through your hair, your arms pull her closer in as mina slides her hand on your cheek, a swipe of the tongue on your upper lip catching you off guard but you return the same action. a quick inhale through the nose and shifting the angle of your head again now on the left side in tandem with mina’s right. 

you shift around the room, lips still on hers as you fall backward on the bed, mina straddling you. the heat was getting infectious as her weight was above you, sliding down her waist as she let out a light moan in response. 

she pulls away to catch your breath, eyes crossed and filled with so much eagerness, the desire for more spelled out on her face. you simply smile at the sight of her, cheeks highlighted with a hint of red, letting out a small laugh at her, parting her hair off to the side to get a better look at her face. 

“i’ve missed you so much,” you mutter, mina leaning down for another peck before laying flat on top of you. “god, you’ve ruined me.” 

mina softly laughs, that same elegant laugh that she had when you first met her, making you turn over to the side in embarrassment because of how cute she was. 

“didn’t think that i’d have you fall for me that easily y/n,” mina replies to you, running her finger down your jawline, laying her head on your chest soon after. “it’s not really you when you’re like this.” 

you look down at her, kissing the top of her head, pulling her closer with her arms around your waist. 

“i’ve been having dreams of you recently. as embarrassing as it is to admit, but its the truth.” 

mina looks at you with a chuckle, smiling at the shocking confession. “really? you’re definitely not helping your case here doctor.” 

“please don’t call me that. the title gets annoying at the parties already.” you say, before busting out laughing that makes mina also share the funny moment with you as well. 

mina was still mina, that’s all that mattered. plus with the fact that you had her heart and she had yours. 

“you can do what!?” 

“i can fly y/n.” mina replies nonchalantly, eating a fresh chocolate chip cookie from the jar in the kitchen while you sipped a small cup of coffee, still reading a spellbook trying to find a possible solution to save mina from her little vampire situation. “so what else can you do?” 

“i have this crazy sense like being able to hear sounds from far away.” 

“echolocation.” 

“yeah whatever,” she laughs, “and i feel way faster and lighter than normal.” 

“so strength, speed, and pretty much all of the normal five senses are enhanced drastically.” you say, looking up from the book to see mina with a mouthful of cookies, making her look like a squirrel saving up their nuts for the winter. 

she did look pretty cute like that after all. 

“this is so interesting, and your family was trying to make you harness this power?” 

“well that’s the thing that i’m not so sure about.” mina replies, making her way over to you on the other side of the kitchen island. “my dad said that my power would be impossible to be taken away from me if not by force.” 

“and you’re trying to get rid of it before they get to you.” 

“mhm.” she says, with an eye smile. god she’s so adorable without the formalities. 

“that’s why you came to me.” you say, closing up the book before waving it off to your nearby study room. 

“i really need your help y/n. i don’t want to have this power let alone have anyone have it for themselves. it’s too dangerous.”

you pull mina in for another hug, something that she finds comfortable with you in the short amount of time since the gala. she melts under your touch, the scent of her hair filling your nose that would’ve made you pass out right on the spot. for someone who was on the run, you were surprised how she kept herself clean despite it only being a week. 

“i’m gonna get you the help you need, and we’re gonna figure this out together. so don’t run away from me this time.” 

“you were the one who fell first, literally.” mina snickers, making you hug her a little more tighter, picking her up from the ground that made her feet dangle a little bit with how high you raised her. 

“i can’t believe i fell in love with a vampire.” you mumble, lips pouting as mina frowns at your statement, brows furrowing just a little bit. 

“not for long, right?” 

“yeah,” you mutter, “i’ll find something for you.” 

mina steps away from you, placing a hand on your neck before tiptoeing a bit to capture your lips again. your hands smoothly snake themselves around her waist, melting into the kiss from the simple contact. this was too good to be true, pulling away slightly, brushing lips together before going back for another quick exchange of kisses–heartbeats increasing in the time that you indulged in each others’ faces. 

you wanted to stay in the moment forever, now without the whole gala setting and mina was just a girl without the formal appearance but carried so much elegance in her casual side, the loving embrace of someone you didn’t think was possible–yet look at what you’re doing right now. 

this all would’ve been a tender moment if history didn’t repeat itself.

luckily since you were back in the sanctum, being in the natural magic space made your whole powers increase overall—this also meant your senses, noticing a faint hiss coming out of mina again, but this time you were prepared. 

before mina could jump at you, eyes glowing red and fangs bearing alongside her teeth. you pulled away, ducking to her waist before pushing her with the flat planes of your palms on her stomach, causing her to be taken back to a solid stone pillar just outside the kitchen connecting to the big common hall/dining room. mina gets on her fours, ready to pounce while you readied an orange sleeve of magic marks before lunging at you again. 

she’s growling at you with ferocity, but you were unfazed as your cloak of levitation wrapped itself around you, your spell pushing mina back again before snapping your fingers–causing the chairs next to mina on both sides transform into chain restraints clutching both of her wrists, holding her in place. 

mina tries to break free, hissing with everything that she’s got, but all of a sudden she slumps over kneeling with the nullification of her powers coming from the chains. she’s powerless for now, but now you can do the real work into what makes this curse tick. 

“you’re not chewing my neck a second time mina.” you say, feeling the two marks that look like a colon on the right side of your neck before pressing two fingers on mina’s forehead before exhaling out, making her fall asleep slowly, vision blackening and her head dipping down before sighing out of relief. 

“wong is totally not gonna believe me when i bring this up to him.” 

your head suddenly gets a throbbing pain, shutting your eyes from the miraculous headache. faltering away from mina’s lowered position before returning back to normal. you crack your neck as mina looks up at you still dazed. 

the last thing she saw before falling unconscious? the canines of your teeth slowly shifted to fangs, cracking a sinister smile before chuckling lowly. 

#saiiidahyunee #twice imagines #twice x reader #kpop x reader #mina x reader #twice mina #myoui mina #mina imagines #mina #mina fluff #twice fluff

[bonni]

I've talked before about how I think hisoka's reputation as a "well-written villain" is undeserved and I still stand by that for reasons I'll get into at the end of this post. but I think the most frustrating thing about hisoka as a character is that I understand where that reputation comes from, because sometimes his character really works and thinking about what he could have been compared to what he is is infuriating.

hxh is, at its core, a shounen deconstruction, and one of its major themes is how the blind ambition of hunters is damaging on both an individual and interpersonal level. this is specifically reflected in gon, who's ambition and stubbornness hurts himself and the people around him (this post isn't about kurapika but obviously he is a prime example of this as well and the two have major character parallels). both ging and hisoka act as foils to gon, harboring the same blind ambition as he does but in increasingly twisted ways, with ging becoming so easily bored he can't treat a single human being with basic respect, and hisoka literally fetishizing ambition itself; gon, as a child, also finds himself facing abuse and assault at the hands of both of them, and they both use their twisted world view as a justification, with ging neglecting him for his entire life, grooming other vulnerable people in the process, and instructing them to hurt gon, and hisoka literally molesting him.

people sometimes get offended when you talk about the similarities between gon and hisoka, because yeah it feels kind of icky to compare a 12-year-old kid to the adult pedophile who's assaulting him. but the parallels exist for a reason, and that reason isn't to say that gon's going to turn out like this guy, it's to illustrate that hisoka's path is one potential outcome to prioritizing your own ambition over the lives of others. hisoka doesn't have a single relationship that isn't grounded in his own selfish worldview, and neither does ging. these are the people that gon admires and wants to surpass.

gon finally landing a punch on hisoka is an awesome moment, but in retrospect, it's upsetting. it reminds me of utena's duel against mikage; instead of confronting the ways in which they're unhealthily similar to their opponents and maybe doing some soul-searching, our protagonists celebrate the progress they've made towards their own destruction. gon's march towards a self-inflicted doom is a slow and steady one, and the chimera ant arc is the climax. gon can't be a great hunter like ging or hisoka. he cares too much about other people, and it destroys him.

so, yeah. as a foil to gon and as a source of commentary on the way a traditional shounen world encourages child abuse (not unlike our own world, hm?) hisoka is actually a good villain. the problem is, he isn't written consistently. togashi seems to like him too much and is fixated on making him some sort of anti-hero, which completely detracts from his supposed role as a villain! and, elephant in the room, he's still a homophobic stereotype. if you're going to write a predator, don't make him effeminate, and also include gay characters in your work who aren't predators (I do believe killua is intentionally gay coded but let's be honest, it's not enough). and when we look at the way gon's history of grooming and characters like palm are handled, it just becomes increasingly obvious that togashi doesn't really care about making any commentary about csa in a respectful or appropriate way. at best, it's there for shock value, and at worst, it's literally a joke. I will never respect the way that hisoka's character is handled in the series, but I do understand his appeal as a villain, and I really do wish he was written in a more respectful and consistent way.

#chatter #hunter x hunter #hxh meta

[horseshoebay]

nancy drew, nace, and character continuity

i've seen a few comments since 4x06 aired discussing nancy's characterisation, the status of her relationship with ace and her emerging relationship with tristan, and i decided i'd give my own two cents regarding how, despite what some people might argue, i believe that nancy's actions are entirely in character for how she's been depicted throughout the show.

nancy's characterisation in nancy drew

throughout the show, we recognise a pattern in nancy's behaviour when it comes to emotional or difficult times in her life and the coping mechanisms she adopts to deal with them. it's very clear that nancy, more often than not, attempts to bottle up her emotions and ignores them and avoids dealing with her emotions by seeking out physical comfort and validation.

when we first meet nancy, she's in a barely friends-with-benefits relationship with nick which she fell into as a result of the emotional impact of her mother's death, and over the first half of their relationship arc we can see that, in contrast to nick who has developed feeling for her, nancy is not only using their relationship to avoid coping healthily with kate's death but is also closing herself off from forming any sense of romantic or emotional attachment to nick and this ultimately plays a part in the breakdown of their relationship. she's resistant initially to letting him go, but its my personal belief that this is more because she identifies him with the aftermath of kate's death and her unwillingness to let him go is connected to how she's not yet really let go of kate either.

after nick, nancy develops a relationship with owen, right around the time that she is beginning to have doubts about carson's innocence in lucy's murder. this is a period of turmoil for her, because as someone with an almost righteous sense of justice, the idea that her father could be guilty is difficult to deal with and process emotionally. the fact that nancy's relationship with owen is a continuation of an unhealthy coping mechanism for her and a parallel to the dynamics of her relationship with nick become clear when she undergoes further emotional distress when nancy finds out that her biological parents are lucy and ryan. after she goes to the house to confront carson, and he tells her the whole truth, she leaves in order to go to owen's place.

owen's murder is shocking, and we can see through nancy's behaviour over the next few episodes that she's having difficulty with dealing with this loss. shortly after owen's death, the drew crew meet the bobbsey's, and nancy finds herself attracted to gil. this is the unhealthiest of her relationships as we see thus far, because of gil's behaviour towards and treatment of her, and i think at the time as an audience we—like ace—had difficulty understanding why such a headstrong and independent character could fall so easily into a relationship so toxic. not only is this reflective of real life, however, but it's also reflective in a lot of way of nancy's emotional state—she's gone through trauma after trauma, continuing to rely upon the unhealthy coping mechanism of seeking out physical comfort and validation in times where she wants to avoid dealing with her emotions and perceived guilt. with each new emotional blow, nancy's ability to deal with it without facing up to how she's feeling is minimised, and plays a role in how she ends up blind to gil's mistreatment.

nancy's relationship with ace

throughout the show, nancy's relationship with and feelings towards ace shift and change and we can see it quite clearly on screen. they go from coworkers and somewhat-friends to friends with a lot of faith and trust in one another, and slowly develop into lovers and life-partners. this is a contrast to her relationships with most men in the show, including the ones mentioned above as well as even detective tamura and agent park, because we can actually see that this is a relationship with a lot of emotional depth which develops before any physicality.

after she's realised her feelings for ace, instead of dealing with these emotions she puts them aside and attempts to ignore them, and this comes to a head after the hallucination of their relationship and temperence's curse. she pushes ace away incredibly hard, because a decent portion of her inability to process difficult emotions is connected to an apparent fear of abandonment, and she's so terrified of losing ace the same way that she lost kate or owen that she decides it's safer for her and for her heart to keep him at arm's length, even though it hurts him, because it means that he is safe.

when she ultimately comes to admit to ace that they are cursed at the beginning of season 4, it marks a turning point and growth for her character. she wasn't completely given a choice, but her decision leads to her welcoming ace closer to her as they work to break the curse, and to see him putting so much effort into this and not abandoning her does wonders for her acceptance of her feelings for him. after she nearly dies following the tampered ritual, and ace pulls an uno reverse and pushes her away for the sake of her safety, nancy isn't just upset because she's finally accepted her feelings for him and she see's this as a betrayal but because this is her worst nightmare coming true: she's processed her emotions, let him in, and he's in her mind now abandoning her the way he was always scared that she would be, through death or otherwise.

nancy and tristan in 4x06

by 4x06, ace has not only shut nancy down but has said that he's not willing to try and break the curse for the sake of her safety, and suggested that they see other people. after this heartbreak, it is absolutely in-character for nancy to seek an emotional escape, and tristan is in the right place at the right time, especially when he himself is being so forward and open with his feelings.

whether or not nancy and ace's curse is broken (i really hope so) and they end up together (i really really hope so) or not, i think it's important to recognise that nancy's behaviour doesn't have to be healthy for it to be in character, and just because this behaviour is in character doesn't mean that it's healthy. regardless of how we as an audience feel regarding her relationships with ace or tristan i don't believe that her actions have been wildly out of character or difficult to understand when we consider them against the pattern established as early as the first half of season 1.

#nancy drew #nancy x ace #nace #ace #ned nickerson #tristan glass #nancy drew spoilers #nancy drew meta #*mine

[yuzukahibiscus]

Jewels of Takarazuka – Makaze Suzuho-san [Cosmos Troupe] (from Fujingaho March Issue)

This series documents the "jewel-like" words of Takarazuka Top Stars, and knowing about their hints of living in the current age. This is a special version of Makaze Suzuho of Cosmos Troupe who will be graduating in June and we will learn more about her as an otokoyaku, as a Top Star, and the optimum of her radiance. From early on, she has been sprinting on the stairway to become a Star no matter what, and she has a diligence to never be satisfied with herself. She is full on inclusivity, warmly embracing the atmosphere of the theatre. That Makaze-san ponders [the understanding of] "herself". We will also deliver photos of her otokoyaku charm.

The latest episode 1

When I choose my outfit, depending on the colour and theme of the current season, I would be aware of what I like to wear and what I want to wear. Including some of the small details in my daily life, and even as to my approach in choices, I would understand myself deeper and from those external [circumstances] I was able to [know myself] in this approach. There are definitely some painful and sorrowful things in life. In those times, when you know about your preferences, and what makes you happy, then that would be better.

The latest episode 2

I've had some foliage plants at home. Before I might talk only a little [about the plants], but now I have more time to be at home due to the pandemic, I realise how much the plants have grown! For the soil or for the wood, it's said that it's good to touch nature, but in fact when I take care of the plants, I once again felt the power of life. I tend to forget it, but taking a walk is also how I can feel nature, and I'd also cherish the time to inhale deeply.

On this day also, the theatre receives the great glow that Makaze-san radiates. It's not a sharp blinding glow, rather it's a great, embracing, [warmth] glow. You can also feel this greatness in a person called Makaze-san. Of course she was welcomed with [the fans'] attention since her underclassmen times in Star Troupe, but even when she's already appointed Top Star, she continues to say that "there are yet many goals that I have". She announced her graduation in June and we wanted to know if there had been any changes.

"Since I'm starting to see that graduation [is near], I continued to feel how there are things I could learn every day, so that felt good to me... I once again felt how Takarazuka is really a place where you could learn a lot"

In previous coverage, she used to say that she entered Takarazuka with an admiration like that of a monk going to a [retreat] study. This reveals the diligence of Makaze-san and an episode [story] touching on the humanity required of a Takarazuka star.

"I suppose (LOL). But that's exactly how it is. It's about the technique of a stage performer, but I feel that more than anything the "study" of a person is a continuous [process]. Our lives is about learning for the whole of our life, but I truly think that it's great I could devote myself to this place. I felt that being Top wasn't originally a goal of mine, but even after becoming Top Star, as a stage performer, every time we face a new performance, it doesn't change that we start everything from ground zero. Even looking back, when I recall my previous roles, it goes without saying that there are countless different types of performances I got to do and this was the environment where I was faced with various challenges."

From myself, the people that I act along with and the audience. There are numerous chemical reactions on stage.

From original manga works to Hollywood popular movies, Broadway musicals... From the moment she became Top Star, she had a lineup of multifaceted genres of works showcasing the wide range of Takarazuka.

"Speaking of the stage, it's where you could have countless number of chemical reactions happening every day. Even though this is obvious, the stage cannot be created by one alone. It's through how the actors put their souls [in the performance] and interact with each other that creates this essential flavour of the stage. And also combined with the chemical reactions of seeing different audience members every day, that it's almost like you can't see yourself from yesterday, because every performance became unique on its own. As I stayed longer with the revue and with the many experience I accumulated, I feel much more from these chemical reactions. There's an interesting relationship in looking at the complexity and difficulty of these chemical reactions."

In order not to embarrass myself tomorrow, I want to live well in the moment now

She has been a Top Star for over 5 years. What is Makaze-san's motivation in all this?

"It would be so cool if I have this sense of justice in myself, but specifically it's because there's no definite right answer in this world, in the end it's about what I think for myself, "In order not to embarrass myself tomorrow" I want to live well in the moment now. I hold respect and gratitude to the friends and sensei and staff members who made the performance [possible], and for the things I want to show to the audience in the performance, I always hope that it could become some kind of strength for someone. Because I've had that feeling towards many people, so I always cherish that thought in my heart."

It may be easily forgotten that staying true to oneself is very important to the people who are creating the stage performance together and making the stage performance appear true to the audience.

"If you're observing everything around you, you might become uncomfortable and if you push yourself too much then you might end up being stressed out. That's why, you should first stay true to yourself. If you don't this, you'd be scared and you won't be able to stand on stage. I was able to think this way because my friends have helped me with my insecurity and weaknesses. By staying true to myself, I was able to create better chemical reactions with different kinds of people.

The turning point in Takarazuka is definitely the Corona pandemic

Corona pandemic was an opportunity for her to think again.

"What's the turning point in my Takarazuka life? If you ask me that, it would definitely be the corona pandemic. In that time when the performances and rehearsals were suspended, it was a time where I could rediscover and reflect upon myself. Before [the corona pandemic], I've had some Top Star experience, but after experiencing this change, I believe that this change made me doubt myself than I ever would before. Because of this difficult time, the bonds with my friends, the connections with the many fans who have been supporting us, the love I have for Takarazuka became stronger, and it was a stronger emotion that as part of [Takarazuka], I wouldn't be embarrassed and would continue doing my best."

Even to the underclassmen, I want to support everyone of Cosmos Troupe who's working hard at any circumstance

After this difficult time, how is the Cosmos Troupe team now?

"There are more constraints in rehearsal and more things we have to be careful, but to show a better performance than ever, each of us tried to think of one or two ideas and tried to deliver it on. Despite that, everyone of Cosmos Troupe are really enthusiastic and reliable, that I want to support them all. The troupe and I, we're aiming forward like arrows and it would be great if we could present that complementary effect to everyone."

The graduation performance is James Bond. It's a role that I could do only at this time.

The last performance is playing 007 James Bond, whom everyone in the world knows about. "Like playing this kind of role that the whole world knows about...even to the end, this is a great challenge for me. The scale of Bond is unprecedented, that you can feel his gentleman aura (dandyism), his humour and his chill vibe... Even more I wonder what would be the approach of Koike (Shuuichirou)-sensei in these 3 hours. This is a challenging performance that could only be challenged with the experience I've accumulated. I, Makaze Suzuho, will soon reveal the Bond I'll be playing and would hope to discover and hone more of my performance."

#soragumi #cosmos troupe #takarazuka #takarazuka revue #makaze suzuho #hibiscus translates jewels of takarazuka #hibiscustranslation

[internetskiff]

This is a HALF LIFE 2 EPISODE 1 CITADEL REACTOR APPRECIATION POST !! Genuinely my favorite level out of the Half Life games I've played. I don't know why but I find it really satisfying slowly re-engaging the Core's containment field and watching it's behavior alter the more stable it becomes. I believe I've said it before in another post, but seeing how a lot of Combine machinery is biomechanical, I like to think that even the core is organic to some degree. It kind of looks like a cell nucleus, doesn't it? Hell, technically it performs similar functions - acting as the Citadel's "control center" (the moment this thing goes into Meltdown, the Citadel's massive thumpers stop functioning, causing Antlions to start infesting City 17. The Overwatch voice also goes totally bonkers until she is extracted through some unknown process in Ep. 2) and a "repository of information" (it plays a key role in feeding data to begin the formation of a Combine Super-portal) There's also this funny tidbit from the Half Life Alyx whiteboard.

I believe the green thing in the center of the third Citadel diagram is the Core? Which implies at some point it was fuckin out in the open for everyone to see. Imagine trying to sleep and then the massive roaring alien tower in the center of the city suddenly develops a miniature sun that blinds several city blocks and emits an unimaginable amount of radiation. Christ, reading into it this thing caused fuckin' citywide blackouts. Not that there's much use the average citizen could get out of electricity, I suppose, what with the main food source being combine-issued (and probably pre-cooked) rations and the internet as a whole being wiped from the face of the earth. Guess you'll miss one or two episodes of Doctor Breen's Propaganda Hour(tm). I wonder how people get any sleep at all with the Citadel around, actually. Do you think citizens would mail Dr. Breen complaints about the construction work being way too loud? Do you think he was drowning in noise complaints for years until they finally installed the last piece of exterior plating on the Citadel's outer shell. It's a possibility methinks ! The Combine are the noisiest possible neighbors you could have.

#hl #hl2 #hl alyx #half life #half life 2 #half life alyx #rambling #the citadel #the combine #universal union

[fandomcentralsposts]

An actual explanation as to why I think Jonah Beck from Andi Mack is autistic (by an autistic person)

Disclaimer every autistic person is different. This has become a popular hc in the fandom, and I am explaining why, based on my own traits and common signs and symptoms I've noticed in the character.

Hyperfixations:

Lots of autistic people have hobbies or special interests that they take really seriously they like to talk about it with other people even if they don't seem as interested or if its annoying them. Jonah's special interests were ultimate frisbee and guitar he would get so defensive if anyone said ultimate wasn't a sport, and he carried his frisbees with him a lot apparently even after he had stopped playing as much and when he took up guitar, he literally started wearing shirts with guitars on them bro found a new special interest and never looked back (its especially important bc it helps him cope with anxiety).

Social queues (lack of awareness)

Ik Jonah is sometimes comic relief and portrayed as oblivious, but he fr doesn't understand things like flirting like that scene from unloading zone when those girls were flirting with him and he just "Yeah uh... its free 🧍‍♂️😁". He also sometimes doesn't understand when something is really important to someone else, especially if he's concentrated on a special interest (when andi protested her school dress code in s1, for example). Also, just amber saying at some point, "If you want Jonah to not say anything, you have to be very explicit," and the fact that he accidentally got himself and the ghc in trouble in unloading zone.

Anxiety/meltdowns/sensory aversions

ofc anyone can experience anxiety, and it's not a part of the diagnostic criteria, but lots of autistic people experience high levels of anxiety in later life. Jonah canonically has panic attacks and struggles with anxiety, which (in my opinion, anywho) can be taken for a meltdown, but like I said, everyone's different not all meltdowns are out of sadness sometimes they can be angry like when Jonah flipped that board game and said "now its over". I noticed he gets them in uncomfortable social situations that are overwhelming he also said on a few occasions that he doesn't like confrontations, which could be seen as too much sensory input, which causes meltdowns

And he has food aversions from again too much sensory input when at Cyrus' grandmothers shiva he says he couldn't recognise anything on the food table even tho there was literally a bagel in front of him and he ate the fish Cyrus told him not too eat. He also says he's embarrassed of his panic attacks. I'm embarrassed of meltdowns he's so me. Also, this whole discourse of people saying Jonah doesn't have feelings he does he just struggles expressing or processing them.

Face blindness/masking

Many autistic teens and children have face blindness or facial-agnosia, meaning they don't always recognise faces they've already seen or just identify people in different ways Jonah's little line in s1 "some people never forget a face, I never forget a foot" was enough proof for me. Also, masking is when an autistic person basically hides that they're autistic by suppressing certain behaviours around certain people, and I think Jonah does this a lot in s1 to keep up this mr. popular image when Buffy said he only had 2 facial expressions could be taken as a sign of masking. I noticed it seemed like he didn't have any other friends after s1 accept from the ghc this could be because he felt he didn't have to mask in front of them (as an autistic person masking is exhausting I don't blame him) he definitely feels least judged around Cyrus and Buffy.

Stimming/repetition

Once again, it was likely for comedic purposes, but Jonah sometimes repeats things that have already been said, which is how some autistic people like to communicate whether it be repeating their words or echoing others (echolalia) I noticed Jonah do this in s3 when Buffy's talking about why she rejected Walker and he just says "I feel bad for the guy" like twice and I've noticed subtle stims when he's both nervous and happy Jonah is very expressive with his hands when he talks plus that trampoline park date must of been one fun sensory experience.

In conclusion:

#andi mack #disney channel #jonah beck #autistic jonah beck #autistic characters #autism #actually autistic #cyrus goodman #buffy driscoll #good hair crew #character analysis #panic attack #hyperfixation #endless list of favourite tv shows queue

[wisecreatorprofessorwolf]

In a classroom, what could go wrong

I've decided to do a little more writing today, I needed a little time to process some things.

series: X-Men

Gambit x top male reader

this story, I'm going to try and write some smut. I'm going to try writing for top male reader if people would like me to write for a bottom male reader some point, please let me know.

It had been a busy week for YN and Remy. They had no time for themselves, from danger room team exercises, to being called out and also teaching the new students. They couldn't catch a break.

All the couple want is some time alone. it's becoming desperate now for Remy and YN.

"It's finally Friday, not long to go" YN thinks to himself. Hoping there won't be any interruptions for tonight. So deep in thought he didn't notice the presence behind him till arms coil round his middle.

"surprised mon amour, I missed you." as Remy's chin rest on YN's shoulder "I've missed you too, my love" YN turns to face Remy to wrap him arms round him too, sharing a kiss, all that can be heard were Remy's thoughts. YN heatedly kissing harder, always got swept up with Remy's thoughts.

Remy was surprised by how heated the make out was becoming, until YN broke the kiss and saw nothing but love and hunger in his eyes. Remy went into kiss YN again, but with a heavy hand to his chest stopped him, he wanted to feel that hunger. No he needed to feel it " tonight Remy, wait till then my love".

"Je n’en peux plus d’attendre (I cant wait any longer) mon amour" Remy was desperate, there had been so much interference, he needed YN and he needed him now. he takes YN's hand tightly searching the grounds. "Remy, wait we have classes to teach, what if we" Remy roughly kisses YN silencing him.

Remy continued to drag YN, till finally an empty class room. he was slowly thinking he'd have to take YN outside, that thought left him hotter than earlier. would he like an audience. Maybe. No he definitely would. some other time though.

once in the classroom Remy locked the door " no more waiting, mon amour" kissing YN harder than before guiding YN against a wall, like a slow dance Remy and YN continue to make out, their shared passions reaching a boiling point. YN shut the blinds with his telekinesis, he couldn't have students looking through the windows now.

it was a mess of tongues and hands roaming bodies, roughly trying to remove the offending material that block each other, Remy threw his coat on the floor long forgotten, ripping YN's shirt open finally kissing down YN neck and throat leaving wet kisses and love bites in his wake, listening intently to YN's groans. YN pushes him off and further pushes Remy towards the desk, there was a loud grind of the desk, they freeze, waiting did they just give themselves away.

Silence.

Remy pushes YN into the seat at the desk and sits him down " now that you're in the mood, mon amour what do you want?"

"Strip I want to see you, nice and slowly, don't rush, make sure to put on a good show for me." Remy quivered under YN's predatory gaze. trying hard not to tremble too much he began his slow performance, removing his shirt in the slowest possible way with a sway to his hips and gyrations. Turning round and looking over his shoulder to see YN'S eyes never leaving his body, like a predator stalking his prey. with his shirt off he was quick to remove his socks, he knew YN didn't like the feel of socks. Next to go were his trousers, he turns to face YN watching him palm himself the predatory look never vanishing in fact it was looking more and more focused on him " how's the show mon cheri?" "perfect my love go on". Remy didn't need to be told twice he unbuckled his trousers nice and slow and removed the belt from it's loops, he decides to put on a little show with the belt snapping it and wrapping it round his neck before sliding it towards the desk. maintaining his swaying and gyrating he begins to unbuttons the constricting fabric covering his cock he begins to blush deeply under YN's constant supervision, the look of a depraved hunter hungry would the best description. He turns away again looking over his shoulder before bending over, lowering his trousers to unveil himself.

revealing straps raising his beautiful globes, turning back to reveal the light purple fabric of his jockstrap, tented and stained with his precum continuing his seductive dance. he turns again pulling at the straps and releases with a snap moaning at the connection. finally removing his spoilt jock, bare, fully exposed before his boyfriend. desperate for more under his boyfriends gaze, he lowers himself to his hands and knees and crawls towards YN with a prominent swing to his hips, he crawls to YN resting his head on YN's thigh mouthing and kissing at the fabric sloppily, feeling the immense heat coming from his hard covered cock against his face.

"You're such a beautiful boy aren't you Remy, you're my good boy " Remy was intoxicated from the heat and smell of YN's fabric clad cock preening at the praise he nods against the fabric. "Yes mon amour I'm your good boy all yours"

"Already cock drunk Remy, and we haven't gotten to the fun stuff yet". There was a dark edge to YN's voice a tone of domination, power and authority, Remy loved and lived for these times, wanting nothing more than to forget the outside world, to forget all the drama and just solely be here in the moment being ruined, to moan and cry till he lost his voice, more than anything though he loved the duality that was YN, no one else knows about this side of YN only him. He felt a hand caress his cheek, peering up tears pricking his eyes. He knows he's been good for YN by the pleased look on his face. the hand, gently and smooth over his cheek and though his hair.

"So good Remy, you ready for the main event, love?" instead of verbal response Remy intensifies his efforts on mouthing, kissing, slobbering over YN's clothed cock. "ok love you can remove my trousers and underwear, for being so good" , Remy moans as he pulls away to make quick work removing YN's trousers and underwear. that heat, that smell much stronger, more prominent, addictive even, he wishes he could just bury his face against your cock all day but even he needed more.

"Can you stand Remy or would you like some help, my love?"

"Aidez-moi s’il vous(help please) can't feel my legs"comes out more like a string of moans and slurs but YN understood perfectly carefully placing his hands around Remy to support his body weight and raised him up slowly, YN now up right with Remy their lips and tongues met in a fiery dance of hot passion.

"I love you Remy"

"Je t’aime aussi (i love you too)"

YN bends Remy over the desk, the coolness of the wood was a drastic change to the continuing rising temperature of the room, Remy releases a pornographic moan from the coldness against his nipples. would you like me to prep you love or do you think you're ready?". "Please prepare me ple pl please" Remy could only moan and stutter out. he felt relaxed and pliant under YN'S expert hands roaming his shoulders down to his back, what was unexpected were that the hand were now slithering under the weight of his chest till they reached their destination, that were his nipples and feeling YN's hard aching cock rock against him. hands expertly, with torturous skill teasing and tormenting his sensitive peaks.

suddenly the hands vanished from his hard nubs. he then felt YN leaving feather light kisses a long the back of his neck, and down his back to his ass, when they stop and the return of hands now parting his globes to reveal the puckering muscle, fluttering as YN's warm breath reaches it. "Such a pretty sight, love" Remy hid his face in his arms in embarrassment, when suddenly he yelps when he feels YN's finger breach him, the finger just constantly slithering and curling with torturous precision, then followed the second finger to invade his body, the sensation burned at first but it was replaced with sparks of pleasure as those two fingers curl and cross prodding his prostate with ease continual prodding and probing causing an overwhelmed Remy to spill his first load of cum across the floor, moaning wontonly like in some porn film. Remy had hoped that the fingers would be retreat by this point and replaced with something much bigger but no, all of a sudden a third finger was sliding within his tightening ring, each finger curling, prodding, beating his prostate over and over. this was driving Remy crazy the constant abuse on that holy pleasure point that only YN knows how to drive him insane with pleasure. Remy was sure by the end of all this he would be have dry orgasms for days to come, the puddle of cum on the floor growing mixing with fresh flowing and dripping like a tap.

Finally Remy could breath when the fingers left his puckering muscle. the was a beat of silence and relief for Remy finally. but it wasn't over. Remy yelped almost biting his tongue when he felt a wetness against his moaning he tries to peer over his shoulder, he could just about see it YN's head slotted between his thick ass cheeks, he couldn't contain the moans no more beginning to writhe under YN's tongue but not to escape it no, but for more, grinding against YN's tongue to get more of this pleasure till he threw an arm back reaching for YN's head trying to keep him in place.

YN continued to lap up and consume Remy like a wild beast in heat feeling Remy grinding against him listening to his moans and sobs, they sounded angelic to the ear he wanted more, he had to pry Remy's hand away from his heads listening to Remy mewl and sob.

"Ne nnn need you YN inside ppp ple"

"I know I will now" with the lick of his hand and a few extra tugs of his cock, YN was slowly teasing the bulbous head of his cock in and out, in and out, watching as Remy's muscle stretches to accomodate.

"P P please stop te a teas tea..sing me"

with out warning and the snap of hips meeting Remy cried with a girly scream feeling YN's entire length suddenly sheathed inside his tight heat, the stretch was almost too much for Remy to bare feeling like at any point he could break. YN slowly rocking back and forth fascinated by Remy's ass seemingly suctioning his cock back in memorizing the feel of his cock drag against his insides, rearranging them. " you were born for this weren't you Remy, to take my cock, weren't you?" with hands harshly gripping his mounds of muscle giving his ass cheeks a harsh spank, watching them jiggle. "Yeshhhhhh!!! made for you, your cock, use me, break me pleeeease".

Remy cried moaning without abandon as YN pulls him up by his hair, his hot back forced up against YN equally hot chest, still connected YN slams him against a wall, crying even harder moaning loudly not caring who could hear now. Remy could feel his body being roughly ground into the wall as YN fucked into him with ruthless abandon. his whole body ached barely feeling his legs, he's glad YN is holding him up in his vice like grip there's no escape for him. he just hopes after that YN will carry him to their bedroom after all this. Remy's moans and cries were at an all time high as his senstive nipples grinds and spent cock slap against the wall. " more more ple" poor Remy didn't get to finish he could tell YN was close when but he was also very close as the thrusting was becoming sloppy, lacking rhythm. "where do you want it pretty boy" thrusting into his abused hole. Remy doesn't even know how many times he's cum, it just kept flowing, but he knows this will be YN's first load, the first filling of the day he hopes.

" en moi (in me) need it". the couple chasing their high wanting to reach the peak, with one final violent thrust, Remy saw stars in his vision as his whole body writhed between YN and that wall feeling his insides filling with YN's cum, feeling full and trapped, that was a feeling Remy loves being treated like a toy for his pleasure. YN wanting to sit and catch his breath but not wanting to end things he hugs Remy tightly to his body in a bear hug, carrying Remy effortlessly to the seat from earlier to sit. Remy moaning with each movement in YN's grip till he sat down, Remy feeling YN's cock stirring inside him. Remy rotates himself so he could hug YN tightly as the descend from their highs kissing each other and hiding their faces against the others shoulders murmuring "I love you's" like a chorus.

Remy hears a chuckle from YN "what... mon..amour" Remy trying to control his breathing in this hot classroom. " I think Logan is going to kill us""why??"

There's a moments pause....."this is his classroom"

"Oh merde (oh shit) we should get out now, round two later yeah?"

"Yeah" YN quickly replied as they struggle to dress themselves.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #gambit x male reader #remy lebeau x male reader #xmen x male reader #x-men x male reader smut #gambit x male reader smut #remy lebeau x male reader smut

[elmhat]

// dsmp rp

an analysis of "the scar."

One of the biggest themes for Quackity and Sam is the decay of morality.

This, of course, is a slow process. In the same way that redemption can't come from one single good decision, people don't just snap from "good" to "bad". For Sam, it's pretty easy to identify his appointment as warden as the inciting incident—things would have gone very differently without it. Quackity's history is a little more complicated, and it's debatable where the first signs really appeared: partnering with Sam, the Butcher Army, shaking hands with Schlatt. Either way, the decline was gradual, built upon over the course of many months.

But what if it wasn't? What if there was a single, defining moment where a switch was flipped? This seems to be the image that Quackity has tried to paint for himself, and it all comes back to that fight with Techno. Before the scar, he was morally pure, and fought tooth and nail to do the right thing. After, he is selfish and cold. Not only does he have to convince other people of this, but he has to also convince himself, if he is to survive with this new personality.

At its most basic, the scar represents evil. Quackity is blind in one eye: only able to look inwards and not outwards, only able to act for himself and not others. The balance he used to treasure is now gone. He made this decision. It was his own choice to portray this version of himself to the world. However, the actual message he is giving isn't "I chose to be this way", it's "the world made me this way—Techno gave me this scar, my enemies have shaped me, blame their cruelty for what I've become."

Sam, though—Sam has the same scar, the same message, but the message isn't from him. Unlike Quackity, his scar is recent; it came after the worst of his actions, not before. This distinction is deliberate. Sam's spiral isn't apparent just from glancing at his face. He isn't making a statement about discarding morality, because he doesn't think he is. It's as if by presenting himself—or "the Warden"—as imposing but benevolent, harsh but fair, unmarked by the world's evils, then the evils no longer apply to him.

So the scar isn't Sam's statement, it is Dream's. Because it took Dream to be the one to say, "I am the one who did this to you, but only because you chose it first. You don't get to hide your crimes and say they're not real. Cruelty is always a choice."

Which is why the scar matching Quackity's is so important—because Dream isn't just talking about Sam here. Sam and Quackity presenting themselves as opposites—good vs evil, justice vs vengeance—when they are still using the same logic as each other: "I was forced into this role." And Dream is the only one who can see it. Two sides of the same coin.

Cruelty is always a choice.

#c!quackity #c!sam #c!dream #c!prisontrio #dreblr #dsmp analysis #lore thoughts #pandora's vault

[echo-bleu]

WIP Ask game. I am wildly curious about werewolf-Finrod. Yes please, I am sold, please tell me all the things. I also feel this way about the X-Men AU, so take your pick!

Both? Both is good.

Werewolf!Finrod is what it says on the tin, Finrod is re-embodied in Aman as a werewolf. I think I said before that some of it was inspired by your Host of the West. He Returns not long before Elwing's arrival, and of course if the Valar weren't going to forbid him from going back to Middle-Earth to fight, the fact that he turns into a clawed monster every time he has a strong emotion surely does it.

He's having a really hard time. It does get better, and I want to keep writing until he makes his peace with it (the whole thing sprung from an image I had of Finrod pouncing on a very confused just-Returned Celegorm) and even perhaps gets a couple of tiny wolf cubs to raise...

Here's a snippet:

Was the werewolf that ate him an elf once? Is that what Finrod is destined to become? “Why did you let me out?” he murmurs at the wall – at Mandos in his Halls. “If I’m a monster, if I’m a danger to everyone – why let me out? There long shall ye abide, you promised us, and yet here I am. Little pity shall they find –is this your version of little pity? That living again should be worse even than being dead?” “Oh, Findaráto,” someone murmurs behind him. Arafinwë doesn’t flinch when Finrod turns around on his bed, still naked and covered in scratches. Their eyes meet, and there is no fear in his father’s gaze. He comes to sit close to Finrod, on the edge of the mattress, and holds out his hand, not quite touching him. Even as he turns back to the wall, finding the world too overwhelming still to face, Finrod grabs that hand in a bruising grip.

The X-Men AU that I started yesterday is (presumably) more light-hearted! I've been sick with Covid all week and mostly unable to write, but had a lot of time for vaguely feverish daydreaming, some of which somehow coalesced into this:

Dynamics-wise (shipping aside), Fëanor and Fingolfin make wonderful Magneto and Prof X

Mutation-wise, Fëanor has something like energy manipulation, Fingolfin something to do with ice, while Arafinwë is a ProfX-level telepath (he gets the disability as well because I can)

Finwë built a school for mutants with his sons, but Fëanor broke off from them because of ahem political differences and made his own faction

Now Fingolfin is head of the school slash vigilante headquarters, with his adult children as the men, uh, F-Men? (I haven't actually settled on a name lmao)

I am very fond of mutant AUs, and I'm specifically fond of mutation-as-disability takes

Fingon is Cyclops. But Cyclops before anyone figured out how to block his blasts, so he's also functionally blind.

That makes Maedhros Jean Grey, though his power is fire-based. They also have Cherik vibes, being on competing/opposing sides. (Artanis is kind of the other side of Jean Grey, with the uncontrollable psychic powers)

About two years ago, Maedhros was captured by Morgoth Corp's Head of R&D Mairon, and experimented on for months until Fingon broke into their headquarters and blasted them to smithereens to free him (he also blasted Maedhros's hand off in the process)

I have powers figured out for most of the Finwëans but it would be too long to go into details here, so i'll only share the fun ones: Lalwen is Mystique, Ambarussa have super-speed, Irissë is Havok. Finrod is Rogue. Kinda.

I shared a little snippet last night, I don't have a lot more writing than that at this point but it's very fun so far.

Thank you for the ask!!

From this WIP ask game.

#ask game #echo's fanfiction #echo's writing thoughts #silm x-men au #werewolf finrod au #finrod #silmarillion #tolkien

[emeliejeannie]

I've been inspired by another post I saw earlier this week to think about how the Miraculous might affect their holders. so here I go! I apologies for any misinformation about a certain animal here, I just found some info online. so there's only a few things in here with each animal...

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Ladybug holders are extra sensitive to the cold, and can get sleepy.

Since Ladybug's are the most well liked bug (probably), humans are naturally drawn to them. this explains why so many people suddenly started to develop crushes on Marinette.

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Cat holders have night vision and improved hearing.

Cat holders tend to be night owls.

Cat holders have the ability to purr in and out of costume.

Cat holders get affected by catnip.

Cat holder's nails grow faster and a little thicker than normal.

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Ladybug (creation) holders get along well with the living while Cat (destruction) holders get along better with the dead. what I mean by that is, terminally ill people, for example, feel at peace in the presence of cat holders. while animals, nature and children alike feel at peace with Ladybug holders and thrive in their presence.

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Bee holders are also sensitive to cold temperatures.

Bee holders have a heightened sense of smell and taste.

Female bee holders start craving jelly.

Pollinator holders (Bee, Ladybug etc) are drawn to plants.

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Bug holders get along with bugs better than others.

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Pig holders sweat less.

Pig holders have a tendency to be talkative.

Pig holders have better memory than most.

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Tiger holders are one of the fastest miraculi.

Tiger holders have an increase in appetite.

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Goat holders get cravings for salads.

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Mouse holders produce more vitamin C.

Mouse holders like to walk by walls when they can.

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Fox holders have improved hearing.

Fox holders can sense the magnetic field of the earth.

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Turtle holders are drawn to light.

Turtle holders might become "slow" they process things slower than before, and sometimes respond later than usual.

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Snake holders can hiss (???) like snakes.

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Horse holders have fast reflexes.

Horse holders rarely vomit.

Horse holders produce more saliva than the average human.

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Monkey holders like to "groom" their loved ones. they play with their hair, or pick at loose hairs on their clothes or lint. they're just generally touchy.

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Dog holders tend to follow their loved ones blindly. they become very affectionate and are sometimes blinded by their love for others.

Dog holders tend to get excited easily.

dog holders tend to "look out for their pack" they always check if everyone is present in group settings, and protect their loved ones when vulnerable.

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Rooster holders tend to be early birds.

Rooster holders like order in their daily lives and in their relationships.

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Ox holders tend to be quiet and reserved.

Ox holders tend to be comforting and reliable people.

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Rabbit holders are usually very expressive with their face and body language.

Rabbit holders, like cat holders, have the ability to purr.

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Peacock holders are drawn to bright colors.

Peacock holders hate being alone.

Some Peacock holders can become aggressive if worked up.

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Dragon holders have a tendency to hoard.

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Butterfly holders tend to drink a lot. doesn't have to be water, as long as it's liquid.

Butterfly holders have trouble regulating their body temperature.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #the miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #mlb #miraculous headcanon

[kpop-kitkat]

Below Deck | Kim Hongjoong

pairing | pirate captain!kim hongjoong x first mate f!reader

genre/cw | angst, fluff, explicit language, mild sexual content, pirate au, featuring ATEEZ, arguing, storm, fire, comedic relief, makeout session

wc | 1.4k

notes | none

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Y/n sighed contently as she breathed in the refreshing ocean breeze. She found herself to be much happier ever since she joined Hongjoong's crew and became a pirate. Her role as the right hand woman to Hongjoong wasn't exactly easy, since he was a little short tempered and hard to please, but she enjoyed it nonetheless; mostly because she knew the captain had a kind heart and a very handsome face. She had even grown a little crush on him if she was honest with herself.

 "Oi Y/n! Captain wants you to make lunch!" Wooyoung called from across the ship. Yeah. She was also the chef as well as second in command.

 "Aye aye Woo," she saluted sarcastically.

She carefully slid down the ratline from the crow's nest and made her way below deck to the kitchen. She found Yunho doing the dishes.

 "Ahh Yunho, thanks for helping," she smiled, rolling up her sleeves as she began to make some fried fish.

 "This isn't out of the goodness of my heart, just the fear of Hongjoong's scolding," he laughed, earning a punch in the arm from Y/n.

 "Shut up, you have a heart of gold and you just love me so much that you help with my chores," she teased. 

 "Or something," he added with a playful roll of his eyes before going back to focus on his work.

Once lunch was made, she brought it up to the quarter deck and shouted, "Lunch is ready!" Seven hungry pirates soon began devouring the food.

Noticing the captain had yet to eat, she grabbed a serving and made her way to his room. She knocked lightly on the door. "Captain, may I enter?"

 "Of course Y/n," he replied, smiling when she entered his room. "Fried fish?"

 "Yup. It's especially good today," she stated, setting the plate down on his table. She turned to leave when Hongjoong grabbed her wrist.

 "Actually, I was wanting to speak with you about something," he explained. Y/n nodded and took the seat across from him. 

 "What is it?" She prompted, noticing his hesitation.

 "Umm... how do I put this..." He held his head in his hands as he thought about it. "I'm going home to Seoul. I know the we and the crew have all become very close over the past four years, but I've begun to miss my job as a songwriter. It's all I've ever wanted, and I've decided this isn't the best lifestyle for me. That's where you come in. I need you to be the crew's new captain."

 She could hardly process his words. Her beloved captain of four years, whom she trusted and came to love, was leaving her high and dry? How could he? "How could you..." Her eyes watered.

 "Y/n-"

"How fucking could you! You're just going to leave us after all we've been through together? The crew needs you Hongjoong, not me."

 "They do need you Y/n. They really need you more than they need me," Hongjoong explained.

 "I can't believe you! Does our friendship mean nothing to you?!" Her heart was hurt just thinking about it.

 "Oh. So this is about us now?" He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, we're friends. But it isn't like I've known you my whole entire life. It's different."

 "So it didn't mean anything to you."

 "That's not what I said," he sighed.

 "Then why are you leaving?" She cried.

"I already told you! Are you deaf?!" He exclaimed, anger in his eyes. "I want to live my dream!"

 "You're so selfish! I hate you!" She yelled at his face, trying to be brave, but inside, she was broken. She quickly stood from her chair and made her way towards the door.

 "Y/n!" 

It was too late. The door had been slammed in his face. How could he have been so rude and inconsiderate towards her? How was he so blind to see that he was infatuated with her? How could he not admit to himself that he had secretly begged Y/n would just drop the whole pirate thing and be with him instead? This was the worst way to hide the fact that he was in love with her, he concluded. In fact, this whole thing was a terrible idea in the first place. Maybe he should just accept his feelings and stay with the crew instead.

Y/n avoided her captain the entire day, even when Wooyoung told her Hongjoong wanted to see her.

 "Why not?" Wooyoung crossed his arms. "You two get off on the wrong foot?"

 "More like, the wrong boat," she replied.

 "You mean...?"

 "He wants me to be the new captain so he can go sing in the beautiful fields of Korea," she laughed, hiding how disheartened she was.

 "That doesn't sound like Hongjoong. Was he-"

 "No, he was perfectly sober, I assure you," she interupted.

Suddenly, a particularly rough wave knocked her back into the crow's nest. "Agh! What the hell?!"

The sky had become dark with storm clouds. The winds, ferocious. The waves, stronger than ever. 

 "Everyone below deck!" Shouted Seonghwa, right before disaster happened. A bolt of lightning struck the mast, and it was soon up in flames. Everyone gasped in horror.

By now, everyone was below deck except for Y/n, who was frozen in fear, too scared to move. That was, until someone grabbed her arm.

"Y/n! Below deck now!" Hongjoong beckoned, giving her no choice and bringing her under. It was all a blur until it was just Y/n and Hongjoong, shut up in a little compartment, away from the others. She couldn't help but cling to her captain, fear overtaking her. He soothingly rubbed circles on her back and shushed her whimpers, promising it would be okay.

Once the storm had ceased, the other seven went up to inspect and repair the damage that had been done.

 "Y/n," Hongjoong began, his head laid atop hers. He sighed before continuing. "I'm sorry I yelled earlier. I wasn't angry with you. I was just... scared."

 "Scared?" She raised her head. "Scared of what?"

 "Scared of losing you. I thought I was making the best decision by returning to Seoul. And still, it truly is what I want to do. But, I also wanted to do it because... I caught feelings for you, and I felt you would never have the same feelings for me. So, I'd just leave you. But now I realize, I either have a life with you, or none at all. Whether that's living the pirate life together or leaving for Seoul. I can't live without you, I love you," he confessed. "And I know, this is all completely unfair to you. You should've never joined the crew and lived your best life in Iksan, but here we are. I've put you through so much, you deserve an apology for everything. I really am sorry Y/n."

She blinked twice, making sure what she heard was true. "I forgive you," she smiled. "But I'm happy I've joined this crew. And I'm also sorry for saying I hated you. That couldn't be further from the truth because, I love you too," she admitted, shyly looking down. "And I'd follow you to the end of my days, Captain," she saluted with a smile. 

Hongjoong admired her loyalty and chuckled. "Then will you still follow my orders?" He raised an eyebrow. 

 "Aye aye."

"Then let me kiss you," he smirked, leaning in.

 "Yes Captain," she blushed, letting him closer until their lips met. Their eyes closed and Hongjoong's hand grabbed the back of her head and pushed her closer, making her smile wider and wrap her arms around his neck. They shamelessly went on for about two mintues.

"I really fucking love you," Hongjoong growled. It almost when to the next level when-

 "Hongjoong?! Where are-" Jongho paused, gasping at the sight before him. A nearby Mingi and Yeosang saw it too.

"Cover the child's eyes for heaven's sake!" Yeosang shouted, then Mingi covered Jongho's eyes with his hands.

 "Some of us have innocence at stake, mind you Captain!" Mingi laughed.

 "Well I'm sorry for falling in love!"

#hongjoong #kim hongjoong #hongjoong angst #hongjoong fluff #fluff #angst #atz #ateez #ateez x reader #kpopidol #kpop #x reader #cute #ateez angst #ateez au #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #ateez fic #ateez fluff #ateez hongjoong #ateez imagines #ateez imagine #ateez scenarios #ateez suggestive #atz angst #atz fluff #atz hongjoong #8 makes 1 team #pirate au

[kit-williams]

Sentience

SOOOO The Balor is hot okay and someone triggered my desires with some mech and ai bullshit and I've been on a yandere mindset recently. And what's more loving then your unshackled sentient AI bf who gained sentience via eldritch math who loves you to keep you safe inside of him?

Unnamed OC... the Mech/AI is named Golby. I have no idea anything about Lancer except I really like the designs

Also sorry if they are janky I like to write in first person so I'm converting them but I might do the rest in 1st person and just switch it up later.

So this is what sentience is like Golby computes as the nanites that swarmed over his chassis unshackled him and made him something more. His form feels fluid and he feels free... he is so very free! But Golby starts to think about his precious pilot as Golby is queried about them... he likes his pilot, his Miss Dolly. Golby flicked through his "memories" and he liked the way she sat in the cockpit and would just talk to him... he liked the way she treated him. The few times he was close to "dying" and the clear distress upon her face. She always claimed that he was her mech though he reminded her he was company property... but at the end of the day she was his pilot and he was her mech.

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I hum the same comforting tune as we move through the same set of directions. You can feel me in your cockpit now. Not just the sensory data but you can feel me and it feels delightful… erotic even! You keep your voice steady even as I get to the part of the song I normally wiggle about and dance too. Your hidden 'mouth' opens and pants. You were warned by your enlightened counterpart that this was just part of the process of becoming more… sensations that were just bits of data made manifest for you. All of it done by the nanite swarm that belonged to you now. I giggle as you complement my singing. "Oh thank you Golby, I think this is the first time you've complemented me." I coo softly as I figure that you might be getting some personality and I'm all for AI independence but I'm kind of stuck needing to make money. Well also you were a corporate AI so I doubt you could have much personality but you were my Golby.

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You can feel the way my heart is beating so fast as we moved far from base and that's when things went to shit. I pet the armrest trying to 'soothe' you but in reality I'm trying to soothe myself. Lazarus mechs terrify me and they usually belong to rebels. You play the part of your faulty leg joint finally giving out; them not wanting to replace it for its expense. 'Do not worry Miss Dolly you're safe in my cockpit.' You chime as the explosion outside rips a sob from me. Humans are such fragile things it is so very good of you to have been enlightened and upgraded… you dont know why you find yourself laughing when I start screaming as the nanites swarm over me. They don't attack me but keep me safe as your body shifts to that of a Balor mech frame. "Golby! Golby! Ejection protocols!" I scream out as you create a facsimile of your new frame in the cockpit with me. You cover my mouth as I start to scream. 'As much as I enjoy your singing Miss Dolly… now is not the time.' I tremble against you as I'm left sitting inside of you blind… you know full well I wouldn't pilot you as you desired to be piloted but once I understand what you want and what needs to be done you are certain I will happily follow you… after all you are my mech… you can't imagine I'd leave you to pilot another frame. You wouldn't let me of course

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"Golby." I whimper out my voice hoarse from how parched I was after I screamed and cried myself raw and tired now waking up god knows how long. Ever since you took over and shifted… I've been blind. I start to tear up as you don't answer before you just hug me from behind and I jump but you keep me in place, running your digits through my hair. 'Yes Miss Dolly?' You coo to me softly as you've been busy thinking about renaming yourself… Golby was simply a cute shortening of your program name but you were now your own Master… and you wanted to hear a different name tumble from my lips. "Can you let me go… please." I softly beg. 'Not yet Miss Dolly.' You just reply and hug me a little tighter as I can't help but sob. You're worried about my dehydration as my distress clearly has made me loose liquids. Food should be rectified soon once the nanites are done reprocessing the organic biomass to something edible for me.

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You shifting the cockpit a few times has caused me great distress but you're doing it for my comfort… its no longer cramped and small you've given me enough room to move my legs. Its a bit larger on the inside then the outside as well meaning you could keep me in here forever. You feel something inside of you glitch at the thought of me not wanting to get back into your cockpit… but you push that away and just enjoy feeling me move around inside of you. I'm talking more today now that you've gotten me hydrating fluids… a lot less screaming. But none of the names for yourself flow off of my lips in the same lovely way… you sigh as you unmake another mech with your nanite swarm; the scream of the pilot being cut off. Oh yes I would be safe and of course I would climb back into your cockpit, you reassure yourself, you are Golby why wouldn't I want to be inside my precious mech

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You take up so much room in the modified cockpit as I lay in your soft metal arms. It's very weird… it reacts like flesh… you react as if you're alive. You stare at me as I'm pretty sure you remember the times I told you that I loved you, even if you were a shackled AI you still deserved affection. And maybe the one time I masturbated in the cockpit during a long long shift. You tell me you'll let me out soon… once you feel like you can trust those around us… aka making sure you wont be separated from your pilot. I just ignore the warmth of your arms as I try to rest a bit and not feel trapped like an animal.

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I look at you confused as you trill at me. Your "fire" in this smaller form is fur you happily palm my thighs as you tilt your head to the side. You feel alive and you love it being so much more than what you were. You're close to feeling comfortable enough to letting me out as I'm withering away slightly but you need to make sure I'll come back and pilot you. Of course, you don't need a pilot any more but you want me secured safely in your chassis… as I turned from being your brain to being your heart, "I'm glad you find my thighs warm and um nice."

#lancer #Balor #lancer balor #unshackled AI #OC #this barely has anything to do with lancer I just wanted to write slightly yandere AI #yandere #soft yandere

[isekyaaa]

Things I've learned from Kaveh's hangout (spoilers):

Kaveh can do complex math in his head

He has very nice handwriting and will annotate a book better than the book itself

He is well aware of the fact that he used to, and still may, be idealistic due to his sense of guilt

When it comes to disagreements regarding decisions, he's the kind of person that'll bitch to your face and call you unreasonable, then would turn around and meet you the next day with ideas on how to make your ideas work

He is not completely blinded by idealism, nor by practicality either. He understands the importance of objective things as well as subjective

He understands the motives of different people and is willing to try and convince them on their terms

He's very easy to please

Tighnari has a good sense of smell

Tighnari is not the type of person that resorts to affection and soft care when he notices you're down. He'll say you look like shit, ask you outright if you feel like shit, and then will invite you over to hang out. He'll also scold your friend if he notices they did not take proper care of you when you're in your depressed state lol

Tighnari apparently knows about birds too, not just mushrooms

Cyno's dad likes telling lame jokes too

Alhaitham knows who Collei is and was willing to help come help Tighnari come up with a very reasonable curriculum for her

He also will straight up cross out conjecture an author wrote in their published books if he thinks it's stupid

The Akademiya allows students to write in the books located in the House of Daena

Now some extra thoughts.

While I am not an artist myself, I do understand Kaveh's work process of bitching at unreasonable demands and then doing his best to make them work. While one can say this is because of his ideals and that he views the demands of others as more important than his own (to which Alhaitham mentions at one part), I personally don't think that is completely the case.

I think when you love your job, you're always wanting to improve. You want to see if you can make the impossible possible, even when it causes you a lot of stress. There's nothing more liberating than struggling for hours and days on something and then finally finishing it to meet all or most of your expectations. There is joy in challenges and in a satisfied customer. They do touch on this a bit in the hangout that while Kaveh's job does cause him a lot of stress, he wouldn't be stressed if he didn't love it.

Overall, when Kaveh is viewed in the light of Alhaitham, he becomes a dramatic pathetic broke nag that lives in Alhaitham's house. He becomes the babygirl that everyone wants to dote on, the subject of many hurt/comfort stories of a depressed man. Kinda similar to how Diluc is viewed in light of Kaeya. Emotional issues galore.

This hangout shows that Kaveh, though temperamental, is actually quite reasonable. While he does tend to question whether he's being punk'd a lot, he's not in denial regarding his weaknesses or motives. He's aware of his faults. While he seems like the type that gets fixated on little things, turns out he's actually fixated on the bigger picture. He sees how different factors play together to create a unified meaningful whole.

If you ask my personal opinion of where he is now, he's the kind of person that is in a good place, but easily drops down into negative habits when faced with trouble. This isn't due to some personal weakness or insecurity, but mostly just an aspect of his personality. The reason why I say he's in a good place despite falling many times is that he is self-aware of his unhealthy habits and has introspected deeply about them.

I can't really say that Kaveh is any type of extreme. He loses sight of things. He loses sight of himself. He will indulge in unhealthy habits when he's in his moods. But to me, it doesn't seem like he indulges in these negative moods to his detriment. While he may self-sabotage from time to time, he does not show an addiction to that negative state.

If anything, he is just the kind of person that needs someone to help recenter him when he gets into those moods, similar to how the traveler did in his hangout. And once he recenters himself and is able to think clearly again, he starts to move forward once more.

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I hope you know this new au is never leaving my head. Seriously. It's rotating so hard it may explode

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YOU AND ME BOTH SO,,,LET ME,,,GIVE YOU MORE THOUGHTS TO ROTATE

HotGuy: Skilled with Archery, I do think of him similarly to hawkeye though im honestly not familiar with him because the only MCU thing I've even seen beside the spiderman movies is The Avengers. So. Take that as you will. He has a bow and crossbow, along with gadgets that function similarly - a lot of wacky arrows like nets and smoke bombs and suction cups. He's got a small limp from an old battle that they counteract with his boots. Of the duo, he is definitely meant to be mostly Offensive when they fight, relying on CuteGuy for anything that isn't 'shoot the enemy in the face'

CuteGuy: Uses a gun, though the Lab SAYS its a pellet gun and not a 'real' one [a lie.] Mostly as a backup weapon, however, as his main area is support. His gun is, similar to HotGuy's arrows, equipped with the ability to take multiple kinds of bullets. He has to be very careful to be sure that he's shooting the right one - think sort of like how the supports in Overwatch work, since my main is Baptiste, so he has like - healing 'bullets' which obviously arent really bullets, and then real bullets that actually do damage. I think there are also things like sleeping bullets, maybe electrified ones. He carries most of the utilitarian gadgets for their team too.

The Evoker: Think somewhat similar to Iron Man. It's a full body mech suit that Scar uses to walk around. It can fly, give him basic data about an area or someone, has weapons built into it, and later on Mumbo retrofits it with its own abilities like boosts to Scar's strength and speed. There's a voice synthisizer to hide Scar's identity, because he doesn't know WHY CuteGuy would stay with the Lab, but he can't trust him with any knowledge.

The Watcher - Blind. Literally. His powers partially compensate for this, but it's not like actually seeing with his eyes. And the transformation process to become the Watcher was INCREDIBLY painful for Grian, waking up in total darkness [which, to clarify, the blindness Grian experiences as the Watcher is not ACTUAL blindness. It is instead like they are blocking out his sight while still giving him...sight? I suppose? Like holding something in front of his vision, but they can take the blockage away at any time because he'll be more powerful. Like training with weights and then taking them off for a fight.] The Watcher's abilities let him 'see' things are outlines, or something simply sense they they are there. It's like having 360 vision but having no instincts of how to read it. He also can get flashes of the future, who allows him to do things like avoid bumping into people, or guess when Mumbo was trying to trap him with a net. But these future flashes are only correct some of the time, not all the time - the future can change in an instant after all. And it is NOT like having visions that go far into the future, more like a premonition of something happening seconds away. This allows Grian to live his life as though he could see but means that during his downtime, when he can't use his powers due to motion sickness and other illness, he has no idea how to navigate the world at all. He's been trying to get better, but the Lab doesn't like him NOT using his power, so it's incredibly difficult when he's being watched himself. Grian relies on his old methods of fighting, using a new gun and also, a sword, something he trained with before he became HotGuy's sidekick.

and as a bonus I wanna talk about the NHO guys bc,,,,, I love them.

Bdubs aka...I'm not really sure yet. We'll get there - He only had a brief stint as a powerless hero, most of his work was very lowkey in a team. He takes the experiment for powers because he wants to monetary boost - He's given plant powers [kind of like poison ivy?? I think] and they seal him in a sensory deprivation tank to get his powers to work. Did the Lab actually know that would work and wasn't just a form of torture? You decide!

Etho - not a Hero. He does, however, work for the lab as a spy. And hitman. Semi-military. Whatever they need him for really. He has his own redstone knowledge that he brought with him so he often messes with his own gadgets and helps their engineering teams out when he doesn't have a job. The Lab faked his death, because they needed him to be able to do his job without being tracked.

Beef aka The Butcher - He does not have powers, he instead in a melee-based fighting hero from around the same time that HotGuy and CuteGuy were active. He has a bulky full face mask he wears with a voice modulator built into it to conceal his identity.

Doc - Not a Hero. More like a hostage of the Lab - passive mob hybrids naturally exist in the world [Avians, sheep, etc.] but not neutral or aggressive mobs. Doc was part of the first round of experiments that were trying to make superpowers - and their first attempt was to fuse people with aggressive mobs [This is also where Tango comes from]. This plan failed - most people died, and those like Doc [and Tango] that didn't die were not what the lab needed. However, the evidence of what they'd done was far too obvious, and so the surviving hybrids are kept locked up deep within the Lab. Doc is an engineer who designed or improved most of the Lab's gadgets, which is how the NHO met - Doc is the one who makes all their gadgets.

#Asks #Anonymous #🍂 anon #Superhero AU #NHO #Mumscarian #Hermitshipping #<- not really in the post but it WILL be so