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fanficideasimtoolazytowrite · 3 months

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weeping willow( Alastor's children and how they went to hell)

Alastor's fiance after being run out of town went to the east coast and started her new life as a live in nanny. she was lucky the her up bringing allowed her to have a good amount of schooling. her father had long ago cut ties with her. even before it got out the her finance had been killing and eating the people of new orleans. when she found out that she was pregnant she new that she would probably killed or her children would be if she stayed any longer there. so she abandoned the secluded cabin her and alastor used to live in, and got on the first train away she could.

when she first got to the east coast she took on a as substitute teacher for a local school till she had to give birth. it was a hard experience for her and the doctors weren't sure if she and the babies would survive. Flora her daughter was born first, but as Archie was being born, the doctor noticed he had his ambilica cord wrapped around his throat and that caused the complication for him and his mother. the doctors were able to deliver him, but he wasn't breathing at first, and for a terrible moment she thought she had lost her baby, but the doctors got him breathing again and he lived. together the three of them became a strong family small but so much love that every once in a while, she would imagine what would have happened if Alastor didn't die. she could see him doting on their daughter and carrying his son down to the banks to go fishing, but those were her day dreams.

mean while in Hell Alastor was completely unaware of anything. he did meet some of the old citizens of his town that had died, and they would start a rumor that he was trying to use his children as revenge for his death, but he assumed that they assumed he ate their children. which of course he never would do. he'd eat them and just emotionally scar their children. but that didn't stop him from questing them what happened to his fiance. the genre consensus is that she left town in shame. never to be seen or heard from again.

back on earth, She would eventually find a job as a nanny and she brought her young children with her to live. they went from living in a one-bedroom apt to a wonderful manor where they got their own rooms. the first time Flora saw the manor she thought royalty lived there. the twins at this time were 7 at this time. Flore loved to play pretend with the masters of the house's daughter. together they would convince Archie to play with them in the gardens. archie liked to play near the pond, skip rocks, read, or draw. they were taught alongside of the manor's daughter and when they weren't playing or at school, they would help their mother with her duties. cleaning, prepping food, or just following her around the manor till she shooed them off to play while she worked. in all, during the day life had seemed to finally find peace for the small family.

that is until the night hits. the masters of the manor were usually away, but their daughter knew of the going ons of it. how in the corners shadows seemed to move and follow you around if you walking around late at night. she usually stayed in her room after it went dark, but one night the twins could hear someone singing in the hallway. they asked their mother if she was there, but she wasn't in the room anymore. so they got up and followed the singing when they saw a tall woman in white walking past them. she went up the staircase, humming the weeping willow song.

We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow But now alone I lie and weep beside the tree

Singing "Oh willow waly" by the tree that weeps with me Singing "Oh willow waly" till my lover return to me

We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow A broken heart have I. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die

they both ran to the side of the stairs banaster watching as she walked down the halls. Archie decided to follow her up the stairs to see where she was going. when he saw her back turned to him he was about to call out to her when the daughter of the manor sushed him and his sister and signaled for them to go into her room.

"You have to wait. She will go back soon."

"Who is she? Is she your mum?" Archie asked

"No. She lives in the lake."

"Now that makes no sense. you can't live in a lake."

"Well, she does. she only comes out once in a while, but don't get in her way."

"our mum's gone. is she up here?"

"No. I don't think so. I haven't seen her up here."

what they didn't know was that she was in the garden with a glass of wine watching a fire. she had taken some time while the house was quiet to come out and complicate her great loves and the longing she felt for someone who was evil. lamenting about how even though Alastor was a monster, your children were the greatest gift from him. how they turned out to be such angles must be some sort of sign that your love for him must have produced some good. she had finished her wine and went back to her room just to see her children were missing. she freaked out and ran back outside to see that the front door was left wide open.

"Flora! Archie!"

back at the manor, the children watched through a crack of the door as the figure walked slowly down the stairs and back outside. the manor's daughter sighed in relief. before they could speak more they could hear their mothers panicked calling for them and they came out running to her.

"What are you guys doing up so late? you should be in bed!"

"We're sorry Mum, we didn't mean to be!" Flora said.

"Yeah we woke up and you weren't there!"

she hugged her children close to her while the manor's daughter watched the display of motherly affection from above. being the only one to notice the shadowy figures behind the family as well.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #radio demon #alastor altruist #alastor fanart

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ladymdc · 1 month

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Chapters: 5/15 (~14,750 at present) Updated: 04/28/24 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Astarion/f!Tav Additional Tags: Inspired by Hades & Persephone, Vampire Ascendant Astarion, POV Astarion, Kidnapping, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Powerful Persephone, Spirit of Nature Halsin, Developing Relationship, One-sided Hate to Lovers, Falling In Love, Astarion is an asshole but he’s Trying™️, Vampire Turning, Blood Drinking, Protectiveness, Hurt/Comfort, Non-Consensual Voyeurism (once), Explicit Sexual Content, Unreliable Narrator, Manipulation, Minor/background Halsin/f!Tav (not the focus but it is there), Angst with a happy ending

Summary: The moment Astarion saw her, he knew. He could feel the fire in her. See it in her eyes. He decided to take her for himself. To give Asher more than just flowers and trees.

Astarion had always been drawn to the sun. He should have known then that he wouldn’t be able to live without her.

(Excerpt from CH1 under the cut)

CH1: The impatient, burning, dawn.

I asked Persephone, “How could you grow to love him? He took you from flowers to a kingdom where not a single living thing can grow.”

Persephone smiled, “My darling, every flower on your earth withers. What Hades gave me was a crown made for the immortal flowers in my bones.”

— Nikita Gill

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He had to have her.

It was all Astarion could think when she turned to face him. Prior to materializing behind her, he had not decided what his course of action would be. Ask for recommendations on lodgings for the night or drain her dry for the energy and continue on to Baldur’s Gate, but now—

Astarion wanted.

She looked as exquisite as she smelled. Her features were delicate and refined, though her beauty was somewhat marred by the scar branching across her right cheek. Or it ought to be, but it only added a brutal sort of grace to her.

The setting sun picked out the strands of gold in her red hair, highlighting the freckles across the bridge of her nose and the crest of each cheek. She stared at him with incredible, dark golden eyes lined heavily with kohl that made them seem to glow in the dying light.

“You seem lost,” she said.

The wind picked up from behind him. The golden fields rippled and swayed, seeming to bow before her.

“I feel like I am right where I’m supposed to be,” Astarion said.

“In a wheat field just outside of Reithwin?”

Astarion laughed softly at her wry tone, the sound shocking him. When was the last time he had laughed like that? Something not false and laced through with complete cynicism?

“No, in your presence, darling. It is a fine one.”

“Is that the only reason I’m still alive?” She said it tonelessly, like a casual observation. One surprisingly lacking in concern for someone able and willing to recognize the reality of their situation.

Instinctively, curiously, Astarion reached out to gently press into her mind. For a moment, he had access to everything.

Astarion saw a longbow, sunlight drifting through speckled glass into a room and illuminating countless motes around it, a trail of tiny purple flowers. He tasted her wishes, her regrets. Her name.

Her anger.

“If you could not do that,” her voice was ice. “I would appreciate it.”

“My apologies,” Astarion lied, inclining his head. “It’s a habit. Though, people do not usually detect I am there.”

“It appears neither of us are what we seem.”

Astarion grinned, excessively pleased with that fact, and provided a convenient glimpse of his canines. “Quite,” he said. “Which is why, as delectable as you would undoubtedly be, killing you for a few minutes of bliss would be a waste.”

“I suppose I should thank you for that.”

“It would be the polite thing to do,” Astarion agreed.

It was interesting how the very air around her seemed to thaw.

“Thank you,” she said, that wry tone back again.

“You’re welcome, my dear, and now that we’ve gotten the formalities out of the way, my name is Astarion.”

A glimmer of amusement lit in her eyes. “Well, Astarion, assuming standard fare will sate your appetites. The Last Light Inn has an excellent cellar, and the main suite should suffice. It’s not Upper City, but it’s better than most places outside the Gate.”

Astarion stepped closer, relishing the slight increase in her pulse. It was not fear, exactly. Nor desire. Anticipation of the unknown, perhaps, because she did not shy away. She just looked up at him as if facing down the prospect of death was nothing new. Astarion had seen enough of her mind to know these fields were not all she had ever known.

Nor all she wanted to know.

“Sating my appetites aside, you’re willing to set me loose here?” Astarion asked.

“I doubt you need my permission to go anywhere.”

“I don’t, but we both know that isn’t what I was asking,” Astarion admonished gently.

Her eyebrows furrowed into a faint v. “There is no need to cause problems for you, no matter how minor,” she said. “You haven’t done anything.”

Astarion almost laughed again. “Oh, darling, I’ve done plenty.”

“As much as I don’t doubt that, I also don’t care as far as it relates to me.”

“How…” he tilted his head to the side. “Pragmatic of you.”

“Not everyone has a death wish,” she said simply.

The wind picked up again, and his fingers itched to tuck a lock of hair that had fallen loose from her bun back behind her ear.

“You should come with me to Baldur’s Gate, Asher Claill,” Astarion said, permitting her name to touch his tongue alongside the decision. “This place is too insignificant for someone like you.”

“And die in a week when you get bored? No, thank you.”

“I believe tiring of you would be impossible.”

Asher did not say it, but Astarion felt it. How the comment touched on her pride. It was in her smile, slight as it was, and in the whisper of warmth in the air that hadn’t been there a second before.

“Goodbye, Astarion,” she said. Then Asher turned and walked away as if she did not comprehend that she had piqued his interest more than anyone had in his entire existence.

Or what that meant.

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For the time being, the Last Light Inn would suit his appetites precisely as Asher had said. It did have an excellent cellar, and the main suite was, in fact, sufficient. Despite his lack of a retinue, his attire and chain of office marking Astarion as a magistrate opened both to his immediate disposal. Not that Astarion had suspected anything to the contrary.

Asher had exhibited no telltale signs of deceit. No increase in respiration. No hesitation. However, Astarion dealt in lies and embellishment. Disappointment, it seemed, had somehow become his standard. That he was left feeling satisfied, for once, only added to the appeal.

It was with thoughts of her filling his head that Astarion selected another grape from the cheese platter.

“Are these grown here?” he asked the innkeeper.

The power behind it was barely a push. It was a nudge more than anything. Hardly a compulsion when a charm could make someone believe Astarion’s thoughts were their own or be a force to turn someone’s body and mind against them.

“They are, my lord,” the innkeeper said.

Astarion allowed his fang to pierce through the skin and release a burst of flavor onto his tongue. He hummed, pleased.

“Delicious,” he said, then selected a slice of bread to be the vessel for some goat cheese pressed with chopped almonds. “Cheese from the Dalelands is a pleasant find all the way out here.”

The absent comment struck a chord of unease. Astarion paused for a moment, considering its value. Then he finished smoothing the cheese over the crusty bread. Lesser vampires needed eye contact to maintain compulsions, but Astarion was not lesser.

“Is its absence going to cause problems for you?” Astarion asked.

“No, my lord.”

“Then what’s the issue?”

“There isn’t one. I like to have it in stock for one of the residents, is all.”

Her voice had been dark and fluid, accented like the honey touched by lavender that Astarion drizzled over his creation.

“Who?” he asked, seeking confirmation.

There it was again, that tension tightening as the man tried to tip toward breaking free to protect this individual. Astarion smothered it. Pressed into the innkeeper’s mind, digging into it like a spike.

What little mental fortifications this half-elf possessed were immediately broken. The man’s life was laid out before Astarion in still frames and fragments of memory, but he only touched on what he was looking for and withdrew.

“The wood elf with red hair,” Astarion prompted. “Tell me about her.”

“There’s not much to say, my lord. She keeps to herself for the most part.”

Astarion didn’t speak for the space of two to three bites. “I’m sure she does, though that doesn’t help the rumors, does it?” he asked, at last.

“It isn’t as bad as it used to be,” the innkeeper said. “Time and memory work in her favor, but it’s believed she’s responsible for the eternal spring here.”

Astarion swirled the wine in his glass, triple-checking his own memory, but no, he could not recall ever hearing the name Reithwin or of a place untouched by winter. Not that the information would necessarily reach him, and if it did, Astarion had centuries working against him.

So much of the outside world still seemed new as time reshaped the land while his focus remained on the Gate. It was pure circumstance that Astarion’s errand had sent him farther south than planned, putting this pocket of color and warmth in an endless grey landscape directly in his return path to the city.

“Do you believe it?” Astarion wondered.

“I do, my lord. It’s a rarity now, and it wasn’t always that way, but I remember a time when flowers used to bloom in her footsteps.”

“Where does she live?”

Astarion could feel the innkeeper trying to stop himself, but Astarion had control, and he pushed until the man was hemorrhaging secrets.

“I don’t want to harm her,” Astarion soothed, keeping his voice low and persuasive. “Quite the opposite, in fact.”

(read the rest on Ao3!)

#bg3 fanfiction #astarion #astarion x tav #my writing #hades/persephone AU #my current fixation #& focus uwu #accidentally nuked the og post off my blog rip #so if you saw this earlier in the day #no you didn't

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crying-fantasies · 2 months

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Propaganda

Masterlist

There was one, and only one, visual attempt to bring more bots to join the Lost Light, and that was back in the day when Rewind made his film: "Little victories" which was hated at the moment but acclaimed by the psychiatrists left on Cybertron and the media critics (two faceplated bastards) centuries after.

It was a hard blown at the moment, it was even mocked on at some point, and somehow Rodimus was more mad about the whole deal than the director himself.

No more entrance of new bots made things difficult, especially after the whole new-reality-dont-tell-a-soul-I'm-looking-at-you-Swerve deal, the new quest been to find lost treasures, adventures and thrilling emotions! But it was hella expensive by the way! And it made things short in their new adventure, coming back to Cybertron when no one didn't want to with the fear of having a very much prepared Prowl awaiting for the quantum engines.

But, guess what? This Prowl seemed to be less of an aft and actually tried to do his own, it only needed to have Perceptor make a full scanner to have it working, and that's it, that was everything that was needed, why didn't the original Prowl make the same? The consensus falled on him being such a prick, and also that this new Prowl had a human working on the council, telling him to be less radical.

Fort Max almost laughed in his faceplate and even attempted to rise that human femme of red helm in the air for all to see.

Nevertheless, both Megatron and Ultra Magnus should have seen this coming, and while Megatron wasn't as familiar with humanity above destroying their very atom with his cannon, Magnus should have know better after cycles living with Verity before she gave herself the authority to join the Wreckers back on Earth, Verity and this human femme had that same sly aura on them, Minimus, while not being an spectralism practician, just knew that something was up.

And so, only a few cycles before the energon stock was as it's peak and the mechanism were tuned to semi perfection, Rodimus allowed, while shouting, the entrance of a complete new portion of humans aboard just to spite Thunderclash, who only praised Rodimus due to his great and big spark (as if), Red Alert almost collapsed to the floor when the capsules full of humans in cryo-sleep were accepted as he was already fearing an outbreak of some rare and gross organic disease because he was just so sure of it, how can't you see the possibility of a major-

Anyway, it had only been a few earthling years of the humans aboard the Lost Light, it was supposed to be as laid down as possible since it was a test, it was only supposed to be working for almost 10 earthling years, but 10 years became 15, then 20 while the population was increasing aboard, and sooner than later Smokescreen was showing some friends back on Cybertron a few photos before-

"What is that?"

It was almost cropped out of the image, but everyone could still see it, he, a human male, little, a young spark, smiling contently to the camera, "Oh, yeah, we have this thing about having humans in the ship, this one is called John, little fellow is Grapple's pair buddy-"

"You", someone called out to Smokescreen, pointing at him like he said Unicron was back, "you're telling me you live with humans and never said a word to us?"

"Uh"

"What is a pair buddy?"

In the recent years, a rumor going around stated that humans were good for the spark and for the mind, and, while it was kind of off-putting how much the humans looked like them but with flesh, it was even said that humans were good company for the most scarred in medical and phycological problems.

Learning that the Lost Light, all this time, had humans, obviously catched the interest of most, and the fact that you could get a human?! (It wasn't exactly like that but the idea was already on the mind of many).

So imagine the surprise Red Alert had when, while rushing some of the kids back to the starship before launching, found said kids looking at bots that weren't part of the actual crew, shiny interest could be perceived by both parties while the kids came running to him, excited that new bots wanted to come too, but Red Alert had his reservations while holding as many kids as he could on his servos and shoulders to go look for their parents, not knowing that it only made things worse because since when humans let you pick them up like that? (Kids aboard were familiar with being picked up to prevent accidents).

"They let him touch them"

"So little"

"And that, my pal, it's fragging cute"

The secret, no so secret, was now in the open, and more than 45 new mechs joined the Lost Light for the first time since it's second launching.

#transformers #tf mtmte #transformers idw #terraformer au!

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watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees · 2 months

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Chapter 2 - Anger

Tw: death mentions, neither vampire hunters nor vampires having a great time, staking vampires, non consensual blood drinking

Julius stood in front of the mirror, contorting himself to be able to take a look at the scar over his spine. Fucking bitch. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get the splinter out. He felt it move with every twitch of his body, it was lodged deep between muscle and bone. And it wasn’t like he ever owned any sort of instrument that can cut open his perfectly preserved vampiric skin; hunters made them hard to get, that was his bigger problem. He could technically use his nails that were sharper than a sword of the best human welder, but he wasn’t precise enough to get out the tiny piece of wood that was the size of a sewing needle.

Fucking hunters. They didn’t just want to kill anymore as the honorable saviors of humankind as they used to back in the day. Julius didn’t know when that stopped being the tradition. Their stakes weren’t as smooth, made to splinter and lodge into vampire's skin. Make them weaker, easier to take to ‘study.’ He shuddered at the thought of more than one of the nasty needles being stuck in his skin. The one inside already hadn’t left the wound left after the stake heal properly. He has never felt more vulnerable in his life. Or death if he wanted to be precise. He has roamed the earth for over a thousand and eight hundred years, never once had a barely thirty year old human hunter come even close to hurting him. Sure he ran into a few humans with stakes, some managed to scratch him, those were the honorable times. Hunters were skilled and prepared, and he admired that, so he ended their lives with mercy.

When Carter drove the stake into his back, leaving him on the ground to kill the fledgling vampire he had mentored, he decided he would torture her for as long as he could, at least for the same amount of time the young vampire got a taste from eternity. He swore he’d make her suffer. That rage was all he needed to reach back, and pull the stake out. He tried to stand quickly, but he stumbled. He felt weak, so he ran.

Carter ran around like a crazy person all day. She presented her first independent kill for the family that day, and the celebration had to be perfect. It wasn’t customary for her to do anything really, but she loved the thrill of organizing the party almost as much as defending herself against the monsters. The dead creature was placed in a wooden box, tied down with silver chains, that proved it died. If it was alive the chains would burn it, but now it was a harmless carcass adorned in silver, the centerpiece of the event, after herself of course.

She instructed the caterers to follow her plan, she decorated the hall herself.

An hour before the event everything seemed perfect, she could finally take a few moments to slump down on a chair and rest.

Her friends were the first to show up, way before the rest of the guests and the extended family, they felt they needed to have a little celebration of their own.

They weren’t the only ones who wanted to have fun as they quickly found themselves in the company of two uninvited guests.

Julius and his fledgling appeared among them going unnoticed for a few seconds. The older vampire thought it would be a perfect opportunity for the other to practice blending in and using charm. He never imagined it would go that horribly wrong. The fledgling couldn’t handle his thirst as great as he proved before, and standing close enough to the humans set him off. Still Julius trusted the hunters were distracted enough with the alcohol they were consuming to let them off in case of a mistake like that. He wasn’t quite lucky enough, and he blamed himself for it.

He held out for as long as he could against the rough stakes and silver bullets raining down on them before deciding to retreat finally. They both turned their backs to escape and were hit at the same exact time. It was only luck that his attacker didn’t stick the landing too well.

The second time he met Carter, establishing a firm hold on her mind he made her remove the splinter from his back. The scar that bothered him for so long finally healed. Julius was practically floating from the relief he felt. And Carter’s blood never felt sweeter as when he bit down on her wrist the moment she presented him with the piece of wood.

#whump #Julius and Carter #elias writes vampires #original story #vampire whumper #vampire hunter whumpee #death tw

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susiequaz12 · 7 months

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Whumptober 27

No. 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”

Matches | Scars | “Let me see”

Day 27! A continuation of Marlowe and Solomon's adventure. Last part was in Day 24. CW: nonbinary whumpee, immortal whumpee, vampire caretaker, nudity (consensual), branding, scars, talk of past injuries, forced feeding, negative self talk and bad mental space. Some angsty fluff and awkward tension.

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They had finally made it across the river. The threat of the vampire encampment looming far behind them. It had taken another day or two to hike to the base of the mountain, where they had been camping for the past few days, regaining their strength before they made the trek over its peaks.

Thankfully there was a small cave, hidden by some trees and bushes. Enough room to keep the sunlight out during the day, and the warmth inside during the night. A small creek ran by only a short trek away, filled with fresh fish and plants for Lo, and a source of clean water.

It was perfect.

Almost too perfect.

But they knew they couldn’t stay there forever. The pair would take advantage of the amenities while they could. For Lo, that meant fishing and collecting as much food and drinking water as possible. For Sol, it meant ridding himself of the filth and dried blood that had been piling up over the past weeks of travel.

He had barely managed to wash himself once they crossed the river, but they were pressed for time, trying to get to safety. And the river was too rough and dangerous to really take a beneficial bath.

So now Sol was taking advantage.

The sun had just dipped below the horizon. Giving off enough light for the world to still be visible, but not enough heat to burn the vampire. It was the perfect time.

He had stripped, wading in the shallow water up to his thighs, before lying down in the sand at the bottom and letting the water rush over his skin. He tipped his head back, feeling it soak into his long, dark hair, and carefully combed through with his fingers. He longed for some good soap- his hair had been greasy and tangled, and it was one of his proudest features. But the water would have to do as he soaked it thoroughly, combing out the knots.

Sol flinched, ducking further under the water as he heard footsteps from down the creek bank. His heart paused its racing when he realized it was just the human, walking along the edge of the bank.

Lo’s footsteps paused when they noticed the vampire soaking in the water- his cloak and clothes piled on a nearby rock.

“I- I’m sorry, I- I didn’t know you were over here, I thought-” Lo tripped over their words, averting their eyes.

“What are you doing?” Solomon asked, sitting up in the water. It barely rose over the top of his stomach when he sat down, baring his chest and shoulders to the open air.

“I’m just- just checking on my traps. I wanted to see if I’d caught anything I could eat tonight. I didn’t mean to interrupt-”

“You’re fine- you’re not interrupting.” Sol stated, moving back to work out the knots and tangles in his hair.

The next few moments passed in an unbearable silence as Lo pulled the traps out of the water, revealing nothing but a few small crawdads and some weeds. The crawdads could be boiled, it’d give them a bit of meat. Better than nothing.

“Do you want to come in?” Sol mumbled, barely above a whisper. Before Lo could respond or protest Sol continued speaking. “The water’s nice, it’ll- it’ll be nice to wash off, I mean-”

“Are you telling me I stink?” Lo teased, pulling the trap onto the bank.

Sol flinched back, the water splashing lightly around him. “Okay, all humans stink. You have a certain smell-”

“A certain smell! What does that mean?”

“It’s like, musky? Like earth, and- and firewood. It’s hard to explain.” Solomon glanced down at the water, seeing his reflection briefly below him, trying to find something else to say. There was a splash beside him as Lo entered the water, having quickly stripped of their clothes.

“You- you seem to be moving around a lot better-” Sol mumbled.

Lo nodded before diving fully under the water and bobbing back up, wiping their now wet hair from their face. “My foot’s nearly completely healed. It’s not perfect though.”

“That’s good. We’ll wait til it’s perfect before we start the climb over the mountain.” Sol groaned slightly as he pulled at a particularly tricky knot. He really needed to brush through his hair more often.

“Here- let me see.” Lo stated, and Sol felt the human’s presence at his back in the water.

He didn’t resist as the human grabbed ahold of his hair, carefully unpicking the tangles and knots that he couldn’t quite reach. When the knot was released he felt Lo’s fingers combing through the strands, pulling them together at the nape of his neck, threading fingers through the strands at the top of his head.

“Lo- what are you doing?”

“I’m braiding it. It’ll keep it from getting so tangled. You have nice hair, you should take care of it.”

Solomon scoffed, closing his eyes at the feeling of Lo carding through his hair.

“It, it reminds me of my mother. But I never knew how to take care of it.”

Lo paused for a second before continuing to pull the strands through their fingers. “You had a mother?”

“Of course. Vampires had to come from somewhere, we’re not born this way.”

“I- I thought you- I-”

“There’s a lot of misconceptions. Every vampire is turned though, at some point or other in their life. My mother she- she had hair like mine. Longer even. But that’s all I remember about her- it was- a long time ago.”

Lo’s hands paused- their mind flashing back to their own mother. Lo’s memory was faded and spotty over the countless lives they had lived, but they always remembered their mother.

Marlowe finished the braid in the silence, listening to the water rush around them. As they tied up the ends their eyes cast to the nape of the vampire’s neck, a circular brand embedded in their pale skin. They couldn’t help but let their eyes wander further- finally taking in a good look at the vampire’s body for the first time.

He was no doubt muscular- strong, incredibly agile. But there were countless scars littered across his back. Whip marks, cuts, old burns, but the most prominent was the brand. Lo couldn’t help but let their fingers brush lightly across the raised marks, taking in the lines and curves of the symbol that they didn’t recognize.

Solomon pulled away at the touch, splashing through the water as they turned around to face the human.

“What the hell are you doing?” he snapped, instantly getting defensive.

Lo retreated away from them slightly, the light dimming further behind the horizon, the water suddenly growing colder.

“What- what happened?” Lo whispered. Their eyes automatically scanned towards the front of Sol’s chest, where just as many scars and lashes covered their body.

Solomon sighed, turning away and pulling his knees to his chest.

“It- it was a long time ago.” He whispered. His mind went back to the brand on his neck- the fire and racing pain that had grown in the pit of his stomach. Even now he could remember the pain- the shame and the agony as it had bit into his skin. Being held down by the others as they watched and laughed. Being told it was "a right of passage." "He should feel lucky." He hung his head on his chest, his voice soft and shaking.

“It was- part of the process. Of being turned. It’s done to all the new vampires when they find their tribe. It means they accept you- that you can trust and be trusted.”

“That’s- that’s cruel.” Lo shuddered. They had felt a similar fire against their own skin. A branding iron. Or a match, or a torch. They just didn’t have the scars to prove it. “And the- the rest of it?” Lo asked carefully. Not wanting to push any more buttons or cross any more boundaries.

Solomon’s voice got even softer and for the first time Lo could feel his vulnerability.

“I- I had to learn. Symbols of- of my disobedience, and my mistakes. And now they’re- they're symbols of my betrayal.” Solomon clenched his hands in fists, watching the water rush around his skin.

He had abandoned his family. Abandoned the only life he’d ever known with the only other vampires that had shown some semblance of care for him. For a human that he had insisted on saving.

Solomon brought his head back up as he heard a sniffle of tears from the human, Lo was wiping their eyes as they turned away from his gaze.

“I- I’m sorry.” Lo whispered. Their breath light against the cooling air. “I can make it on my own, you don’t have to stay.”

Solomon shook his head, the braid Lo had made falling over his shoulder. “Even if I wanted to go back I couldn’t. My fate would be worse than yours. Vampires don’t forgive easily.”

Lo wiped away another strand of tears as the vampire moved closer in the water, grabbing their hand and pulling it away from their face.

“Lo- I don’t regret taking you away from that place.” He whispered, leaning in so close that the human could smell the venom in his breath. “You deserved better.”

Marlowe paused for a moment, holding their breath and taking in the closeness of the vampire, the nakedness of their bodies- the movement of the water around them, and Lo closed their eyes.

They took in a shaky breath as the vampire's presence grew closer, the water shifting around them where they knelt. Marlowe opened their eyes to find Solomon staring into them, almost as if he was trying to read their soul.

“Thank you for, for rescuing me.” Lo whispered, finally matching the intensity of his gaze. “But can I ask one thing from you?”

Sol responded with silence, and the human proceeded.

“Feed from me. Please.” Lo continued before he could protest, cutting off his words. “I know you haven’t been feeding as much as you need to. You’ve been more irritable, and tired, and- and it’s the least I can do in exchange for the protection you’ve given me.”

Solomon turned his head away, breaking the gaze the human had placed on him, even if just to hide his tears from Lo. He didn’t deserve to feed after everything they’d been through- after Lo’s countless injuries and deaths. The last thing they needed to worry about was having their blood drained by a blood-thirsty monster.

He was forced to look back into the human’s eyes as they pulled his face closer, a small, gentle hand on his cheek.

“Please, Solomon. I can’t see you starving yourself like this.”

Solomon closed his eyes. The images of Lo’s body being torn apart by the vampires flashed through his mind. Their blood spilling out onto the ground. More images of Lo being pinned down and violated- drained of blood against their will while Solomon stood by, helpless to do anything. And then images of himself- capturing Lo that first night in the forest, keeping them tied up and drugged, leading them like a lamb to the slaughter to his camp of hungry vampires.

Lo rose higher on their knees and leaned in, pressing their forehead to the vampire’s, their breath warm and steady against his face. Solomon choked back a sob. They didn’t want to hurt Lo- never again.

“Please.” They whispered, before gently guiding his head to the side of their neck, Solomon shuddered out another breath. “It’s okay-” Lo whispered. “Sol I- I forgive you. Now eat, please.”

There was a cry and a strangled sob as Solomon wrapped a shaking hand around Lo’s waist, pulling them closer to him in the water. And then the most gentle bite into their neck- so soft that Lo barely let out a gasp as his fangs slid into their flesh.

Solomon began to drink as he pulled the human closer into him, his arm curving around their waist, the other reaching up to cradle their head. Lo settled onto his lap underneath the water, their thighs tightening against the vampire’s hips, Lo’s chest pressing into his. Warm skin against warm skin.

Tears leaked from Solomon’s eyes as he continued to drink, holding the human closer as the light grew dark- the moon and stars peeking out through the budding night sky.

Lo let out a sigh, their body relaxing as they began to feel limp and they slumped forward in the vampire’s embrace as he held them tighter and continued to drink- hopefully until he got his fill of as much blood as he needed.

When the vampire pulled away, satisfied with his meal, Lo briefly found the strength to lift their head and smile, before passing out backwards into the water behind them.

Solomon quickly scooped the human up out of the water, pressing their naked body into his as he rose, climbing out of the creek. He collected their trap in one hand, holding the small human against him with the other, and carefully lifted them against his body, straddling their legs across his hips, his other arm bracing across their back for support as he began to carry them back to their cave, leaving both of their clothes behind on the rocks. He could come back for those later.

Once he reached their encampment inside the cave he realized how cold the human was- and quickly laid them down amongst the blankets, bundling them up gently before he started the fire.

Sol threw on his extra change of clothes, and set a pot out to boil, using part of it to make tea, and the other to boil the crawdads like Lo had showed him.

He had eaten his fill, so it’d only be fair for Lo to have a nice meal waiting for them once they woke up.

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Tag List: @imagination1reality0 @thecyrulik @whumpsday @termsnconditions-apply @spectral-whumpy-writer @raddyscoops @whumptober-archive

#whumptober2023 #no.27 #scars #“let me see”#ocs #whump writing #vampire caretaker #immortal whumpee #forced feeding #branding #angsty fluff #marlowe the immortal #the most award tension between these two #I felt it writing this but I love their dynamic and where its going #poor Sol has some TRAUMA

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more oc stuff bc i love rattling these guys around in my head<3

cw for mentions of cannibalism and being buried alive

🔪most of what edwin would describe as 'supernatural bullshit' is usually invisible to normal humans for a number of reasons.

🔪demons can alter their appearance to appear human, or hide themselves altogether. however, they are still visible to other non-humans, so many demons will choose to simply disguise themselves instead, unless they're leeching off some poor sap's energy. everybody eats!

🔪angels can also take on a human disguise. the human brain can't comprehend most angels in their true form, so it blocks it out altogether unless the angel is either VERY determined to interact with them, or actively attacking them. nephilim are human-adjacent enough to be perceived, but this doesn't make them any less distressing to behold. fallen angels, who are locked into a more humanoid form, can also be seen

🔪spirits and ghosts n shit aren't visible to regular humans under normal circumstances and can't do much about that, but they may appear in cameras and mirrors

🔪edwin has a large scar on his back from an ill-fated encounter with Supernatural Bullshit he had as a child. the incident taught edwin that certain ghouls and beasts aren't fond of finding out he can See them. the incident also taught edwin that his dad can and will shoot a demon with a gun to protect his boy (father-son bonding !)

🔪edwin has the sight, and can tell when Supernatural Bullshit is afoot, even when it's disguised. (for example, when jackson first approaches ed at the gym, he can instantly see something is up with this guy, even if he's not sure what, exactly, bc he'd never seen an angel before) edwin also looks different to himself in his reflection (lighter eyes and light pupils)

🔪cero, emile, and jay (after gaining a demonic bestie) all have a partial sixth sense. cero can see ghosts/spirits and angels in unfiltered rawdog form, but it is possible for a demon to hide from him. emile can sniff out (sometimes literally) when someone isn't as human as they seem, but can't see ghosts (though pup can smell them). jay post-consensual possession can see demons, and develops a mild aversion towards angelic presences (though that's mostly due to girlie chilling in bug's body. angels are her natural predator and she would prefer not to get eaten)

🔪edwin, by the time he meets jack, has been on t for years, and likes his voice in general. he especially likes his voice in the mornings, though

🔪emile has entomophobia and arachnophobia. when there's a bug inside their apartment, jay is the one who has to catch them and bring them outside. because emile WILL start crying

🔪graveyards and human burial rites are fascinating to jackson. most disputes among angels end in bloodshed and subsequent cannibalism. actually the response to just about any death of an angel is usually to eat them. you mean your bury your dead or cremate them? instead of descending upon the corpse like vultures? wild. (edwin voice) babe,,

🔪jackson and grand finale both had other names before the death of god, but don't go by them anymore. jackson fell in love with humanity, and chose a name to reflect that desire to be human and live among them. grand finale just stopped using its old name and didn't pick a new one until it started a relationship with naomi.

🔪a0 is cis on a technicality, but somehow still has two deadnames. the first is the name his birth mother gave to him shortly before his burial due to them mistakenly believing he was stillborn. the second is the name that was given to him when he was found wandering around as a young kid

🔪emile: i got that dog in me jay: ??? emile: (transforms into a giant dog) jay: this explains so much, 🔪aspects of grand finale's character are intended to be a foil to jackson. jack went down to earth of kings own free will, grand finale was forced. jackson loves humans and takes any excuse he can to mingle with them, grand finale at its most tolerant is still not the biggest fan of humanity, and prefers to be on its own or with naomi (and later, cero).

🔪jay and naomi are very close siblings, and in their free time like to do urbex together. this joint hobby leads to them stumbling across grand finale, who just ripped and clawed its way through a facility of researchers and is pissed off at humanity. no one dies (no one important, at least) but this still does not end well

🔪naomi is no-op! luna takes e, and has vocal training, but is otherwise usually fairly masc-presenting.

🔪jackson was originally going to be a werewolf

🔪emile has that dog in it, but elaine takes after amelia (their human mother). i'm still thinking on the specifics of it but i know she's some kind of magical!!

🔪a0 is allergic to therapy, and so doesn't have many healthy outlets for stress and trauma. so, when he meets grand finale, their combined irritability and respective strong personalities result in them fighting. grand finale spares cero's life out of curiosity because the dude is clearly some kind of Creature, but it isn't sure what.

🔪cero keeps tracking down finale and fighting it. he knows he'll lose every time (grand finale is just stronger, and a0 can't yank it out of its body without severely injuring himself) but that doesn't matter. maybe he Needs to get his ass beat and not think about all the bullshit life keeps throwing at him for once

#svturn's ocs #ocverse: rosetint #oc: rt edwin rose #oc: rt jackson beau #oc: rt a0/absolute zero #oc: rt emile black #oc: rt grand finale #oc: rt naomi wilde #oc: rt jay wilde #plus a couple others who are only mentioned briefly #yippee !#long post btw .

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sjhanny2000 · 2 years

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Dance Under the Stars

A/N: Welcome everyone to day three of the 300+ Followers Event! Thank you guys for all your patience and loving support, it really helped quell my remaining anxiety and stress and now I'm rolling forward. Anywho, day four is not written just yet due to another project I've been working on (I haven't update my Madatobi works in over six months) but it should be up soon! I will warn that this piece has manga and anime spoilers for Demon Slayer so if you don't want to be spoiled, LEAVE NOW AND COME BACK LATER!

This is an AU of TDoFL where you didn't survive. Expect angst, a tad bit of fluff, and sweet Tanjiro Kamado.

Summary: Aside from gardening and sewing, one of your favorite hobbies was stargazing. Tengen simply wishes he could see the galaxy shine down on your face just one last time.

Warning(s): mentioned death and torture, depression, angst, manga and anime spoilers, neglect and abuse briefly mentioned, nakedness briefly, reader character death, grief

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“Do you miss them, Tengen-sama?”

Uzui Tengen was far too familiar with death for his liking. Death had become his constant companion from a young age, ominously shadowing his every move from the moment he took his first life at the tender age of seven. They grew to be unwilling associates over time, much to his chagrin, there constantly a struggle between them as Tengen worked to save lives while Death served to take them. The struggle seemed to grow with time, shifting from weekly to daily to damn near unhourly, requiring continuous flashiness of both Tengen and his wives as they fought to protect the innocent from the ravenous clutches of foul demons. Hinatsuru, Suma, Makio, are three of his stylish and magnificent wives always seemed to stand at attention, staring down Death and its chilling figure with stern eyes and fiery hearts like the kunoichi they were.

You, however, were not of the same breed of people.

Born and raised within an affluent household to be the perfect housewife, you had undergone traditional training that would assist you in pleasing your future husband and raising the children you would eventually have. You were, much to his honest surprise, educated in medicinal teachings and a natural gardener, your green thumb creating their miniscule garden into a beautiful and flashy botanical garden. Even with the fortunes of your upbringing, much of your childhood was tainted with neglect and abuse caused by the death of your mother and the constant absence and disinterest of your father. Tengen’s very soul ached to hear the treatment you and your siblings endured under your father’s roof and beyond, simply treated as objects to increase his influence and wealth instead of living beings with feelings and dreams. It was even more unflamboyant to see how you cried at simple gestures of kindness upon your arrival at the estate, or to witness you fall apart when they gifted you with your own room for crafting. The Sound Pillar found his blood boiling every time the scars of your past presented themselves; whoever had hurt you would surely pay, in the most flashiest and skillful ways possible! Suma, Hinatsuru, and Makio were all in consensus with his feelings, the three kunoichi sharpening certain kunai for the day they met your waste of a father. They vowed to protect you no matter, knowing you had already been through enough in your short life.

“Y/N! YOU NEED TO WAKE UP, PLEASE! Y/N!!!”

Hinatsuru’s screams had been deafening as he stood vigil over the kunoichi and the woman she cradled in her muscled arms. Naked as the day you were, you lay limp in Hina’s lap, body bloodied, cut, scrapped, and broken, it evident to anyone that you had been tortured by something ungodly. Your chest refused to move with breaths, (e/c) irises dull and lifeless, staring up to the heavens above that you believed in (Tengen couldn’t believe in any kind of god that would allow demons to prowl the earth for so long.) The kunoichi was sobbing with desperation, porcelain tainted with crimson liquid that smelled of iron, your blood swiftly soiling her dress and coloring her skin in a scene of horror. He wanted to move, to take you from Hinatsuru’s arms and raced to the nearest medic, to do something dammit , but as Death tenderly caressed your gaunt cheek with soft hums, the shinobi knew that it was too late.

He was too late to save you.

But he wasn’t too late to avenge you.

Tengen had taken great pleasure in beating that cursed demon into the ground before prolonging his death until the morning hours came and the blessed sun followed. The twisted and bittersweet pleasure the demon slayer had in watching the demon thrashed and scream for mercy did nothing to quell the stabbing pain in his heart, the roaring in his ears, the tears marking his face. His wives’ cries of agonized grief forever echoed in his mind, the painful sound plaguing the Sound Pillar every time he thought of you and saw the traces of you left behind.

Your death only occurred eight months before Tengen found himself faced with a boy who claimed that his sister was a demon who had never feasted on the flesh of a human. His stomach curdled at the very sight of the girl, anger and shame boiling unhappily in his veins in distaste at her continued survival. Demons were killers, the very scum of the earth, and lacked pizazz and humanity; not a single one of them deserved to live!

Oyakata-sama thought differently, much to Tengen’s chagrin.

The boy, Tanjiro Kamado as he came to learn, and his demon sister Nezuko Kamado were given Oyakata-sama’s permission to remain in service to the Demon Slayer Corps and left with their lives in hand. Tengen remained respectful to his master with his silence, but he knew that the man could sense his deep and knowing displeasure, all of those present did. You had asked once, if there had been a demon that hadn’t consumed humans before, and Tengen had been swift in declaring the impossible.

He wished that Nezuko had been the demon you met in that cursed village.

Time passed and as the anniversary of your wedding approached, it being the first full year since your passing, Tengen found himself here under the stars with his grieving heart in hand.

“At moments, when I feel as if I am alone, I look to the night’s sky and gaze upon the stars.” The Sound Hashira’s fuschia gaze took in the look of fondness on your face, the moon’s light highlighting the face he came to long for when away on missions. “My mother once told me that stars signify those who have passed on from this world and that while we cannot see their spirits, our loved ones dance around us as their souls shine above.”

On numerous occasions, he or one of the girls could be found looking at the stars above, speaking to you in the cover of night in hopes of hiding their tears. That was when Tanjiro found him, underneath the blanket of the heavens, tears in his eyes as he spoke to you about the events that had transpired in the Entertainment District. He knew you must have been so worried as he fought those two dull and tasteless demons, losing his left eye and arm in the process while the girls were in danger themselves.

Tanjiro’s hesitance voice had broken him out of his blessed momentary reverie, drawing him away from the world where he could pretend that you were alive and well to the one where you laid six feet beneath the ground.

“Tengen-sama?”

The man had heard the boy coming his way three minutes back but he didn’t have the will to pause his conversation with you and the stars, simply choosing to focus on the task at hand.

“Those two were incredibly hideous and dull, lacking style and flashiness. You would have hated their choice of clothing. Tasteless and drab.” Tengen rested his head against the wooden column of the engawa, a fond smile growing on his face as he sensed Tanjiro stall a few feet away. “You always had a wonderful taste in fashion, so colorful and attention grabbing. It always sent shivers down my spine to see what flamboyant concoctions of outfits you would design for the girls and me.��

He grew quiet for a moment before his voice deepened with grief, his lone eye growing blurry with salty tears. “The stars are beautiful tonight, aren’t they Kamado-san?”

“Err, yes Tengen-sama! I’m sorry for interrupting your talk with…” The younger Demon Slayer trailed off with cautious confusion, body tense with anxiety and apprehension as he came to sit beside the hashira. A very unflamboyant look on him, indeed.

Turning to face Tanjiro with a soft smile, Tengen took in the boy’s disheveled appearance, various parts of his body covered in bandages. “Y/N, my fourth wife. A woman of class that possessed a fiery spirit of flamboyancy unlike I have ever seen before. She believed that stars signify loved ones that have passed away, so I and my wives do our best to speak with her every night, as people of our high status should.”

“You had a fourth wife?!” Concern and knowing realization colored Tanjiro’s features, his hands clenching the fabric of his pants.

“Didn’t I already say that?!” It wasn’t his usual flair that incited his annoyance; it was the pain of having to acknowledge that you were no longer of the present but of the past. “They were murdered by a demon I was in process of hunting, something I’ll never forgive myself for for the rest of my miniscule existence.”

Silence enveloped the space between for who knows how long, all Tengen could do was internally cool his attitude, grief overtaking irritance like a cooling balm.

“I know I never got the pleasure of meeting them, but I know for a fact that they would never want you to blame the others or yourself, Tengen-sama.”

Tengen locked onto Tanjiro with a snap of his head, heart screaming as his eyes grew wet with pain and surprise.

The boy was now the one looking to the stars, a sad smile on his scarred face. “It hurts, knowing my family is gone and that Nezuko’s a demon, but I know they would want me to keep fighting and to never blame myself for something I didn’t do.”

He turned to the older man with eyes of understanding, red irises shimmering under the moon’s light. “‘Remember and treasure but do not hold onto the past too tight.’ That’s what my grandmother used to tell me.”

“Remember and treasure but do not hold onto the past too tight, my wonderful husband.” Your smile had been soft yet blinding as you encased his clenched fist with tender hands. “Your future is too bright to be ignored, your present too important to be absent. Remember this and you shall live with a balanced mindset, for you have come to terms with the sisters of the past, the present, and the future.”

Your voice twinkled delicately in his ears, the memory already had begun to fade yet so clear at the same time. His heart ached terribly within his chest, his mind flooding with memories of your gentle touch, of your sweet and flamboyant heart. Tears he had been denying himself from spilling now rested on the precipice of his eyelid, threatening to wet his cheeks as your words echoed within him.

“I should go, Shinobu-sama wouldn't be happy if she heard I was out of bed when I’m supposed to be recovering. Good night, Tengen-sama.” Slowly with strain, Tanjiro stood to feet, wincing along the way. His injuries, while not as grievous as Tengen’s own, were quite significant and had left the boy bedridden for a time alongside his friends. The Sound Hashira had been quietly relieved that all of them had come out of the fight with those unflashy demon siblings alive, though he would never tell those three delinquents faces.

The young demon slayer padded away slowly and Tengen waited with bated breath until he heard the soft click of the screen door of Tanjiro’s room being shut to release the toiling emotions within him. He choked on the sobs bubbling angrily in his throat, tears beginning their race down the expanse of his cheek as his remaining hand came to desperately clench the fabric of his kimono. Above, the stars twinkled and danced amongst the black platform of the heavens, seeming to move on their own accord as if they were dancing.

You were gone and by whatever gods existed did he miss you.

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Have a wonderful day everyone! I hope you enjoyed this bit!

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geminiofpluto · 3 years

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So I’m going to talk about Transformers Earthrise

I kinda just wrote each thing after each episode so I won’t forget much.

I’m writing what I remember from each episode

🚨SPOILERS AHEAD🚨

Episode 1: Elita is cool as ever, freeing Decepticons and pulling out “Freedom is the right of all sentient beings” on Jetfire when he was questioning why she wanted to free them.

And then Steeljaw :( He was in cassette mode when they were hurting him. Makes me sad thinking about it. If Blaster is going to make an appearance, I hope Steeljaw will be with him.

Also, I need to know what’s up with Megatron having Ultra Magnus’s head on his table and just talking to him like a normal conversation.

There’s a happy Red Alert moment when he talks about how happy he is to have someone on their team who can fly. I’m calling for a Red Alert and Jetfire friendship.

Megatron acknowledges that Elita is a good leader and saying she could’ve been leaderbof the Autobots instead,. He may have started a war but he still knows what’s good.

The bots at Section 12... I loved them, they were so nice to Megatron and were admiring him a lot. It’s easy to tell it hurt him very much to have to “sacrifice” them for the project. I’m pretty sure all of us were sad. Those three bots were very nice.

Episode 2:

Elita is once again acknowledged by Megatron she is a good leader. He even called her Ariel. I’m wondering if we’ll see the past between them.

When Megatron put them in the cylinder thingies, the Decepticons the Autobots frees the first episode came to save them.

The bot even said “Til all are one”

And Skyfire... this huge dude really did just fall against the glass wall while they were trying to escape all stealth mode.

Luckily Skytread let them escape. It was funny when he asked one of them to punch cause Chromia was like “on sight, bro” and went for it. Like I love Chromia. :D

We also get to see our bots on the Ark again! And we get to see the mercenaries too.

We get to see conehead seekers again dudes! And this is my first time seeing Doubledealer on the screen(might be his first time? I honestly don’t know)

What’s with the gray colored Bumblebee, Wheeljack, and Hound? But yet again, it could just be reusing the same models.

Where’s tiny man Prowl? Where’s Ratchet?

When G. Bumblebee said “Where’s the ugly looking one?”, I was like “sir, you looked in a mirror lately?”

Quintessons! And for some reason, blue spirit mask looking Deseeus just cut off all the Qunitesson other faces just cause she wanted a consensus? Damn

Episode 3: Oh no sad Optimus. D:

BUMBLEBEE!! HE’S GOT THE SIGIL NOW!!

Ooh Ratchet and Wheeljack are working together.

“Bumblebee is correct-“

“I am?!”

Ayyy more Elita and co, they even got a bunch of Decepticon with them. Oop the Reflector with the scars is named Scrapface.

Elita seems more chill with Jetfire now. More friendships! I really like seeing Elita and her group.

Also the Autobots found the Nebulon station.

THERE’S SOMETHING ON THE STATION! WHAT THE FAQ IS ON THE STATION

Bee and Prime walked through the space bridge, and the other side of beautiful. It’s got a similar terrain like Earth’s. It’s leafy and green and colorful.

Oop it’s a giant scorpion on the ship. Is it Scorponok?

Yep it’s Scorponok.

Elita and co are going to stop the remaining Decepticons from getting harvested by the Shockwave. How nice of them :3

ONEGA SUPREME! oh wait dangit it’s a mirage.

Damn Scorponok is tall. He looks like Devestator and RID01 Megatron had a baby.

So Megs finally caught up with the Ark.

Episode 4: I love Ironhide. He may have few moments, but he’s still my fav.

Optimus noooooo

Bumblebee was trying to help, but Optimus is over here being a worried dad.

Ooh, Megatron really shot Scorponok to say “Optimus Prime is mine!”

Soundwave has unleashed his cat :0

Prime’s just trying protect his kids.

So they got knocked out from the blast, and Ravage was sniffing Starscream to check if he was alive, but the dude shoved him off. Rude, he making sure you live.

He thinks Megs is dead so now he’s leader.

Now Prime and Megatron are stuck in a room together, and now they’re talking. Megatron’s got a girder in his chest and he slowly dying.

Here’s a picure I got of the scene ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The bots and cons are working together now! S not for now though.

Then Starscream starts talking shit to Megs and when he’s done talking about how he’d be a better leader, he says “What’s your argument?”

Megatron just shoots him. Ravage then checks on him again, but he shoves him off again. Why is he so rude?

Oop bots be out here calling Megatron a Quintesson and he’s offended. Quite hilarious

Starscream is really taking command and tossing Barricade aside. Starscream I love you but push him again and I’ll fight you.

So now something happened to the Nemesis ship, or perhaps it was the Ark.

Episode 5: Alpha Trion and Sky Lynx!! Sky Lynx wants to be a Prime too.

So the Autobots are in the Dead Universe. Sky Lynx is still alive and can apparently hear all.

Andddd he’s got some spiritual power and talking to Optimus now.

Sky Lynx is now humbled, I think he’s gonna join the Autobots.

So Megatron alive and he’s boutta pimp slap him.

GALVATRON?! where’d he come from?!

Sky Lynx is really making sad.

And now Galvatron doing the same spiritual thing to Megatron.

OP, let Sky Lynx go with you! Let him be redeemed.

Now Sky Lynx seems to be mentoring OP.

Optimus, Elita isn’t dead! She’s alive!

Yes, Megan. Don’t trust Galvatron! He’s trying to make you kill the bae.

Damn I keep forgetting how much the arena hurt Megatron mentally. :(

Ah yes, OP comforting Sky Lynx

Dang Galvatron don’t got them lips.

Woah the hate plague appears again? Damn Megan what you doing?

Sky Lynx NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

What what Unicron and the golden discs! And now the bots are before Earth. It’s building up to Kingdom!

Episode 6: Megatron still after OP I see.

Wow Arcee strong enough to chokehold Starscream. ,,•^•,,

YES COG, QUESTION OP. Optimus, why you holding a gun to Megatron, trying to force him to accept your apology and forgive you.

COG NOOOOOOO

ah yeah more Elita and co screentime.

Shockwave stalking Elita with a invisibility cloak

And now OP and Megatron yelling and fighting. OP’s officially lost it guys

Ooh Bumblebee is taking charge

Ooh the mercenary gray Wheeljack is named Exhaust and the gray Bumblebee is named Bug Bite

Lol Elita tripped on air. Nvm it was Shockwave.

Shockwave actually believes Elita knew the Guardians.

And now Elita and her team have been compromised. :(

Doubledealer nooooo. Deseeus better let him go

COG, YOU’RE ALIVE?!

okay so Spinister caught Elita’s team, Shockwave has Elita.

COG NOOOO! cog :,(

ELITA NOOOO

EVERYONE NOOOOOOOOO :,,,,0

oh shit Megs got the Matrix, and he calling OP Orion

YEAH BEE! SHOOT MEGS

oh no he got away with the Matrix

Ooh Earth!

RAPTOR! RAPTOR! DINOBOT!!!!!

I finished it ;-; Hope you guys liked the show cause I think it was good.

I miss Cog and Elita ;-;

Also very sad there’s no Sunstreaker

#transformers optimus #transformers megatron #elita 1 #transformers siege #transformers skyfire #transformers earthrise #transformers post #transformers netflix #transformers #geminiofpluto

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jaydicksummerexchange · 4 years

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JAYDICK EXCHANGE: AUGUST 23, 2020

[ ❤ Works posted so far! ❤ ]

Here are today’s fanworks! Please leave a comment and kudos for the author if you enjoy their work. Authors/artists will be revealed August 31st!

The Garden of Proserpine by anonymous for abscission [FIC , T, No Warnings, JayDick]

Additional Tags: deadman!dick, Past Character Death, and current character death I guess but like, No New Character Death, Vomiting, Swearing, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, Spooning, for medicinal purposes

Summary: Dick sat out the majority of Batman and Superman's war, but that doesn't mean it didn't leave deep wounds. But death isn't what it used to be these days and Dick is surprised to find he's not the only dead Robin still wandering around. Maybe there's hope for healing after all.

After by anonymous for anidear [Art, Not Rated, No Warnings, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd]

Additional Tags: Fanart

Summary: Hurt!Dick & Protective!Jason

Fan art.

Let it pour over me by anonymous for angelsunknown [FIC, Mature, No Warnings, JayDick]

Additional Tags: Pre-Under the Red Hood, The League of Assassins (DCU, )Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Toddler Damian Wayne, Past Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Young Justice Season 3, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, The other members of young justice don’t really show up, though they’re briefly mentioned, sorry :/ - Freeform

Summary: A year and a half after Jason is thrown into the Lazarus pit and resurrected, he is still at the League being trained harder and harder when all he wants to do is go back to Gotham and enact his revenge.

However when Talia drops an unexpected assignment in his hands all he can do is follow orders, he just never expected to start to care for said assignment.

Even as life should be starting to go back to normal for him, everything starts to go wrong when Young Justice decides to drop in and ruin everything for him. Especially when he catches sight of a certain acrobatic hero.

a guy like me should wear a warning by anonymous for cheesesan [FIC, Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence, DickJay]

Additional Tags: Seduction to the Dark Side, Earth-3Crime Syndicate (DC), Dick Grayson is a Talon, Dick Grayson is Bad at Feelings, Jason Todd is a Virgin, Jason Todd is a Batfamily Member, in training, Deepthroating, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Frottage, Blood Kink, Threats of Violence, Glossed-over scarification, Restraints, Light Bondage, Light Masochism, scar kink, Blood Play, Knifeplay, Obedience, Pseudo-Incest, but only briefly, Possessive Behavior, Under-negotiated Kink, Light Pet Play (basically just a nickname and a collar it ain't that deep), Dark Dick Grayson, Dom Dick Grayson, Sub Jason Todd, Top Dick Grayson, Bottom Jason Todd, Murder Fantasies, Dick Grayson is a bit of a sociopath here, Kinks are like pokemon, gotta catch 'em all, Denied Praise Kink, A bit of objectification, Jason Todd is horny and a bit terrified, Dick Grayson Gets Around, Could be percieved as dubcon in some areas but I say it's consensual, Barely-there virgin kink, (as part of the whole possessive thing), Possessive Dick Grayson, POV Dick Grayson, Implied/Referenced Torture, in the past, And future, Dick is Talon and has no remorse what can I say, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Angst and Humor, Smut with an Angsty Ending, (It's also a bit fluffy)

Summary: “Puppy wants to play with owls, huh?”

Jason swallows roughly at the proximity, but to his credit, he doesn’t back down.

“Maybe, if they’re as pretty as you.”

Dick licks his lips again, leaning in close enough to feel Jason’s breath on his cheek.

“You’re cute. I just might keep you.”

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Or...

Dick Grayson is Thomas Wayne's right-hand sociopath and more than happy to break in the new recruit. Loyalty's bought after all, and Dick's an expert in bargaining. Jason Todd doesn’t know what he’s in for.

Lycia by anonymous for elwon [FIC, Mature, No Warnings, JayDick]

Additional Tags: Werewolves, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Amazons - Freeform, Deep Platonic Friendships, Original Characters - Freeform, Not Really Character Death, Feelings, Anal Sex, Case Fic, Supernatural Elements, Greek Mythology - Freeform

Summary: Jason is dead. Dick is only starting to believe it when there are mysterious happenings in a nearby park. When paired with camera footage, it seems entirely possible that Jason is back from the dead...again. But why is he avoiding being seen?

Tim’s Favorite Episode by anonymous for Izayacchi [FIC, Teen, No Warnings, JayDick]

Additional Tags: References to Supernatural (TV)

Summary: Wrestling with Control Freak's remote is never good, unless you like Supernatural. Unfortunately, Dick knows nothing about Tim's favorite episode, but Jason will explain it to him.

You Don’t Look Like a Bodyguard by anonymous for pastelfeathers [FIC, Teen, Graphic Depictions of Violence, JayDick]

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Bodyguard

Summary: The new bodyguard doesn’t wear a suit. Doesn't look a hundred years old. Doesn't frown in the quiet all day long.

And he doesn’t take a single ounce of shit from any of the Wayne boys. Not even from Dick.

make the call by anonymous for stevieraebarnes [FIC, Teen, Major Character Death, JayDick]

Additional Tags: Pre-Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Grayson era, canon timelines what canon timelines, Dark!Dick

Summary: The Joker takes Jason. Dick chooses an ending.

#jaydick summer exchange #2020 jaydick exchange #jaydick #dickjay

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monst · 5 years

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Is this okay?

All characters 18+

Alpha! Eijirou Kirishima x Omega! Reader

Warnings: Omegaverse noob, sexy time, fingers in the hooha

Don’t know what possessed me to try to write omegaverse since I’m not huge on it. It seriously pissess my whole ‘miss independent’ ass off that’s why. That really influenced this lol.

You hated this. You couldn’t even begin to recall when the hatred for it began. You hated how it basically defined a person. What was it? ABO. You hated the normal human genome function that dictated which of the three you’d be. What you hated most was that it was genetic and you had been cursed with being O. A needy, submissive Omega who had to deal with not only a period but the blasted ‘heat’. You hated that all your life you were told some big strong alpha was going to claim you and you’d belong to them. You’d be happy as a submissive mate they’d say.

You’d be filled. An omega’s purpose was for their alpha and you’ll finally be complete you’d hear. But what a load of bullshit! You didn’t want to belong to anyone. You didn’t need to belong to anyone. You didn’t need some egotistical jerk to come and solve all your problems. Especially when you were equipped with both suppressants and your trusty hand.

So, that’s how you lived life. Cockblocking all of the alpha’s that came into your life with the intent of breeding you. Just who the hell did they think they were? How entitled!! You just wanted to live your best life with absolute freedom. Was that so bad?

You had a big ‘fuck you’ to any alpha regardless of gender who even tried to scent you. Ah that was another thing you hated. Scent. It was dreadful. The horrid biological oddity allowed for humans who were A and O to secrete a certain smell. Almost animal like A and O were attracted to the pheromones. It was so primitive that it sickened you. You had to constantly deter alphas due to your untouched scent glands. Where were your scent glands? Your neck, the same neck that you flaunted daily. One with no marks.

You were intent on keeping it that way until you found someone who you wanted to be with. Someone who didn’t lust after your scent. Was love too much to ask for? Why’d it have to be straight up sex? Find your alpha! Love your alpha! The tune was an old one and you weren’t ready to start dancing.

Due to your ‘odd’ views you were usually very guarded around alphas. So much that it seemed like you hated them. But, you were rebellious not odious. You worked with many great people some of them alphas. Although you hated how sometimes they hovered over the ‘precious unmarked omega’.

When you first started working in your current place of employment you immediately put your foot down and ‘shut that shit down’. You proclaimed your views proudly day one when a frisky alpha got way too close and personal. There were those who scoffed at your ‘pretentiousness’ and made promises to breed you and those who claimed you’d ‘fall in line’ eventually. There was one person you worked with who thought differently and found it incredibly endearing.

Kirishima Eijirou a litteral angel on earth. He was supportive day one. Agreeing that ABO shouldn’t define a person and that he loved that you were manly enough to go against nature itself. When his blonde friend scoffed and referred to you as the Omega advocate he whooped and hollered that it was a badass truth. With his help many people in your workplace came to acknowledge your viewpoint. Some omega’s even took up your philosophy and stated they wouldn’t go ‘belly up’ for a dominating alpha either. Life was their bitch and they chose who to give it too!

You were thriving. Well sort of. Although you could defend your views to the death you were still subjected to your hormones and, when a heat hit you still suffered. Your heat had become more of a problem as of late. You had unhealthily gone through two bottles of suppressants in less than a month! Never in your life had you been so bothered. It seemed as though it didn’t want to go away. To your horror when you googled it you found your answer as to why your heat was being a bitch.

“Fuck i’m in love…” You were happy? You should have been happy this was what you wanted your entire life. To be able to find love without the effects of ABO. It wasn’t a mystery who you were in love with. He was kind, compassionate, supportive, attractive, beautiful, thick, cute, he could always put a smile on your face, he also had the most interestingest scar and, the way his red locks fell onto his eyes when he didn’t gel it up oof. You really could go on and on about Kirishima Eijirou. He was just so perfect but…he was an alpha.

You had honestly wanted to find love with a beta or even more daring another omega! But, life had decided to ‘humble’ you by making you fall in love with an alpha. You, who had professed your distaste on human biology. You, who had deterred all alphas. You, the ‘Omega advocate’ hadn’t defied societies standard. How could you even show your face after something like this?

You had been dejected the entire next day at work and, like the human emotion sensor he was Kirishima came to your aid. All day he’d cater to you bringing you your favorite snacks offering you smiles and, supporting words. The angel didn’t even know what was bothering you yet he gave you one hundred percent support.

It was nearing the end of the day when many people had cleared out when Kirishima decided to address your issue directly. With a sharp smile he sat down next to you to ask you what had been bothering you.

“You okay? You’ve been down in the dumps all day.” He asked softly looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. With a heavy sigh you decided to be vague.

“An alpha said something that’s been weighing on me… He told me that I shouldn’t spread my viewpoint and that my standings would be rendered useless if an Omega fell in love with an alpha.”

“That’s pretty interesting… But, I think that alpha’s wrong.” Kirishima grinned.

“Really ‘cause I’ve been thinking about it all day!” You yelped desperately.

“Okay hypothetically speaking let’s say you were to fall in love with me.” He started not missing the way you shifted uncomfortably. “Now let’s say that you ignored my scent which is totally possible since they now make alpha suppressants which I take. Now you also take suppressants for your scent and heat. So wouldn’t that make us akin to Betas?”

Your eyes widened in shock at his words that you couldn’t respond and only openly gaped at him.

“As simulated ‘betas’ we’d be free to like each other of our own free will. That relationship wouldn’t be based off the typical AO pairing but, of consensual love, trust and respect.” He finished with a closed eyed smile.

“K-kiri your a genius!” You praised while typing up what the man said on your phone. He only smiled bashfully at the compliment. The two of you then proceeded to work. Since you both were still there your boss decided to be ‘funny’ telling you both to finish a task he was too lazy to do..

You both worked well into the night the air between you both peaceful and serene. Until a bitch dun slapped Kirishima in the face. He took a sharp intake of air as he looked over to you. He had been so concentrated that he hadn’t noticed the uncomfortable look on your face. It was at that moment that he noticed how tightly your thighs were pressed against each other.

“(N-Name) y-your on your period heat.” He stated quickly covering his nose to respect your privacy. You felt tears gather at the corner of your eyes at the humiliation. “Ah don’t cry it’s completely normal w-where’s your bag do you have any-”

He paused mid-word when he saw you shaking your head. His vermillion eyes catching the sight of the empty bottle on the desk. He was more than relieved that he had taken his suppressants during his break. He couldn’t help but think of how horrible he’d feel if he had been under the influence of his hormones. He would have forced you to do something you were entirely against. He grit his teeth it was times like these that hated ABO. He respected you too much to even think of doing such a thing. But not everyone was like him…

With that in mind he gasped and quickly went to pick up your things dropping them into your bag an apology at his lips. If he could smell you then there was no doubt in his mind that any other alpha could as well. He worked swiftly looking at the door every second. His heart pounded loudly in his ears. He wouldn’t allow anyone to take advantage of you.

“(Name) Can you walk?!” He asked hastily. You let out a moan that nearly rooted him in place but when you nodded his resolve returned and he held out his hand to you. “Come on i’m taking you home.”

You only averted your eyes as his hand curled into yours. At the contact you felt more liquid trickle onto your panties. You could cry at how humilated you were. You could only thank God that it was Kirishima you were with. His actions right now another thing to add into the list of reasons as to why he was so amazing.

Kirishima was fierce. While you could only weakly cling to him he took the brunt force of your scent and fought off any alpha who dared get close. You were just glad no one challenged him on your way home afterall you were an unclaimed omega. Maybe it was the powerful presence of Kirishima. The red-head seemed ten times more alluring now.

Once you were finally in front of your apartment Kirishima breathed out a sigh in relief. You’d have some pills inside right? He could finally head home and take care of the not so little problem your allure produced. He was so grateful you hadn’t looked down.

He had his lips parted to say goodbye and run off when he saw the front door to the apartment in front of yours open. Icy blue eyes drilled into your form as your neighbor practically undressed you with his gaze. When the blonde man licked his lips Kirishima almost lost it he practically growled as he openly scowled at the man. The red-head didn’t waste a second once your door was open. Still staring daggers into your neighbor he pushed you into your apartment by the small of your back.

Once inside he glared the man down and slammed the door shut locking the front door and grabbing a chair from your kitchen to press it against the knob at an angle. Like hell he’d allow the sleaze to come into your apartment while you were like that. He raged internally and jumped when your hand landed on his arm.

“T-thanks Kiri you really didn’t have too.” You quickly pulled your hand back holding it to your chest. Kirishima’s scent was driving you mad. You hated how your heat made you want nothing more for him to take you right then and there. “I-

“I’m staying the night.” He said suddenly only for his face to flush as he waved his hands in front of him. “Not for anything like that it’s just that I don’t like how your neighbor was looking at you..Besides you should hurry up and take your pills so-

“I took the last ones I own this morning… Look I’ll be fine.” You reassured. “I’m just going to shower and change. There are blankets and pillows in the closet there. You good on the couch.” You asked swiftly while you basically ran away from him your slick now dripping down your thigh. With the slam of the door you were gone from his sight.

“Maybe I should text Ashido? Ah no good she’s an alpha too…. Uraraka! She could bring some pills for (Name)…Great I don’t have her number.” Kirishima threw himself onto the couch and sighed. “Just my luck. Stranded with the girl I like when she’s in heat. What next my suppressants wear off…”

Kirishima went to make himself comfortable on the couch. He reached into his pockets and removed his phone, house keys, wallet and… He searched the back.

“No, no, no, no, no this can’t be happening!” He panicked. He searched and searched. He racked his brain for an answer where could he have left the bottle. He sent an emergency text to his friends group chat. And, when he finally got a response he felt his soul leave his body. Kaminari had taken it. He had wanted to control himself on his date and not go into a rut. “Universe? Why do you hate me?”

He was on the couch for a couple of hours watching videos on his phone. He figured you had finally fell asleep. His suppressants had finally worn off and he felt it hard. Your scent was everywhere. The smell of your slick was prominent in the air and his instincts were screaming at him to tear down the door. He was so unbelievably hard but, he pushed through ignoring his oncoming rut as tears welled in his eyes when he saw Gin turn to light as Hotaru finally embraced him. Nothing like sad shit to keep his mind from getting off.

Just as Hotaru was sobbing his eyes widened. There was a flash of a black screen and a drained battery. With a flourish his phone died…. “You know what I’m just going to sleep.” He sighed. He stood to grab the blankets and pillows from the closet. He held his breath to avoid your scent as he ran to the door. He was on his third pillow when he heard a muffled sound. He stood still to hear what it was. Did someone break in through the window? He was about to call out when he heard it again.

“Mmm.” He felt his face grow hot his length that was just softening doing a rebound. You were touching yourself. He couldn't help but let his mind wander and when you let out another moan he let go of the air he was holding. Fuck. His mind spun at the acute smell. He dropped the sheets and pillows and moved closer to your door. He could hear the squelching sounds of your wet pussy from behind the door. It was enough to make him palm himself through his trousers. Maybe he could just get off to just hearing you. You let out a whine and his hand traveled south underneath the band of his pants closer to his throbbing cock. He was pleasantly surprised when he found out the door was unlocked.

You had long since showered. Your body was so uncomfortably hot so much that you had went to bed with just your panties and a maroon bralette. You had tossed and turned for what seemed like ages until you felt that sleep had finally decided to grace you with her touch. Your eyes closing and your breath softening. Well until you smelled it. It being the incredible musky scent of the alpha in your living room. With renewed vigor your cunt throbbed.

It ached at the prospect of being filled and stretched. In other words you really wanted Kirishima. Your body needed him but, the sane part of you also wanted him. Your heat was becoming unbearable and it filled your head with so many sinful scenarios that you felt your pussy leak. You thought of Kirishima coming through your bedroom door. Of his touch, his lips on yours while he plunged into you deeper. You thought of how good he’d feel in between your legs where you needed him most. Of how incredible it would feel to have his teeth sink into the unmarked skin on your neck.

You couldn’t recall which thought had made your hand slide down between your legs. You were running your fingers up and down the length of your panties outlining your cunt while toying with your breast with the other hand. Slipping a head underneath the cloth you gasped at how wet you were. You thought of so many filthy things as you tossed your panties. What if Kirishima came in right now as you were touching yourself thinking of him. Would he take responsibility if you told him he had you dripping like this.

You were so incredibly turned on that every touch to your drooling lips were like fire. Scorching hot with blind pleasure. Your slick fingers drew figures onto your clit as you imagined that it was the red-head in the living room. You didn’t even try to conceal your whimpers and moans as you fucked yourself on your fingers. When your fingers slid into your core you weren’t satisfied. You wanted something more girthy. Your heat plus your general attraction to him left you like a literal bitch in heat.

“Ah~” You moaned as you stroked the ridgey patch inside your smooth walls. You were so close with both the stimulation on your g-spot and clit. “Mmm”

You let out another high pitched whine as you came your body quivering at the sensation. It was then that you heard the sound of something being dropped outside your door. You bit your lip thinking of your next action. Kirishima the alpha no the man that you wanted was just outside your door. The thought exhilarated you. You let out another raunchy moan at the thought of him getting off listening to you.

You could smell him more acutely now. His pheromones were tingling yours making you groan as you threw your head back. You spread your legs further hooking one arm under your knee to give you better access. You mewled when you heard Kirishma groan from behind the door. Your mind lost in lust you decided to do something risky.

“Ah~ Eijirou!” You cried out picking up your pace on your clit. You were already overstimulated but you didn’t care. You didn’t stop even when you heard your door creak open opting to give the man a show.

Kirishima felt his cock throb at the sight. You looked exquisite. Your body was sprawled on the bed your face was incredibly lewd something he had only fantasized about. Your nipples poking up from the bralette and the sight that had his cock twitching as his hand worked on it. There for his viewing pleasure. Your legs were spread exposing your glistening cunt. He sucked in a breath when he teased his slit with his thumb gathering his pre-cum. He had made you that wet.

When he caught your eyes he didn’t stop pumping his hand up and down his thick veiny cock. You bit your lip at the sight. His half-lidded gaze never left your body as he inched closer as if to get a better view. There you both were touching yourselves eyes not leaving each other’s form. You were both silent save for the moans and grunts tumbling from both your lips. Both of you said nothing when Kirishima found himself climbing your bed to watch how your fingers worked at your clit.

You could never in your life imagine doing something like this in front of him. But, here you both were. “Your so sexy (Name).” He grunted his face flush. “Tell me is this okay?”

You could only nod as you bucked against your hand a whine leaving your lips. Your eyes closed as your fingers worked faster your hips grinding up to your touch. Kirishima only watched in fascination his hand leaving his dick to watch as your hole winked up at him clenching around nothing. It was as if your pussy was sadly reaching out to hug something tight. He watched as you cried out when you reached your second orgasm his fingers parting your folds to drip his fingers into your tightening heat. He exhaled shakily at how your walls pulsed and squeezed his fingers.

You whined when he removed his fingers from your core. You felt him trace over your sex and you bucked into his touch your heat making you ache for more of him. You were about to say something when you felt him push apart your folds.

“Eijirou!!” You yelped when he thrusted into you suddenly. He bottomed inside you his rut making him act on instinct. He let out a moan when he felt your walms clamped down around him. You were so incredibly tight after your orgasm. But you were so wet with slick that he pulled back smoothly to thrust back into you. “Ah! Oh my gosh~”

“Y-your so tight ngh.” He groaned. You brought up the hand that you were using to hold up your leg to your mouth. You used it to muffle the embarrassing words that might leave your lips. Kirishima was having none of it as he removed your hand from your mouth and laced his fingers with yours. You squeezed his hand as he slammed into you harshly. “What happened little omega? You were being so vocal earlier.” He teased.

“Oh! Yes ungh you feel so good~” You purred.

Kirishima leaned forwards bringing your legs up closer to your head as he hit you from that angle. Your yelped his name as this helped him get deeper into you. You felt every vein in his thick cock brush upon the sensitive sides of your smooth walls. He was so big and he stretched you out so well you were seeing stars.

“Ah~ Eijirou Mmm.” He picked up his pace thrusting into you harsher making you shriek out involuntarily “Alpha!”

The word seemed to drive Kirishima to madness as he rested his forearm by your head and, pounded into you at such velocity and force that your own hips couldn’t keep up.

“Please say it again.” He growled into your ear.

“Yes Alpha I need you! Ngh More of you Eiji harder.” You whined.

“Hah you feel so good wrapped around my cock omega.” You panted.

You screamed when you felt his cock stretch you out wider. Your body spasmed at the action anticipating his knot as you mewled under him. Wanton moans left your lips alone while the chant of his name and my alpha.

“Your doing so well taking in every inch of my cock babe.” He grunted his pace now animalistic as his knot grew. He grinded against you the movement allowing for your clit to be stimulated drawing higher pitched whines. “I’m going to fill you all up baby ngh that okay with you?” He moaned.

‘Ah~ Yes oh god yes! Please fill me with your pups Eiji! Alpha please ugh I-I want it fuck I’m so close.” There were tears streaming down your face at the overstimulation. You were panting like a bitch your tongue no longer confined to your mouth. With your eyes rolling back you came screaming. Your free hand tangling into his hair tightly.

“Fuck I love you so much Eijirou!”

His eyes widened and with a final thrust he came inside you his knot filling you up painting your soaking walls white. As his seed was shooting inside you his teeth clamped down right on your scent glands. You cried out weakly your body shaking pathetically as he claimed you as his. He stayed inside you as you both rode out your orgasm. With a sigh he rested his forehead against your own. With his rut and your heat now satiated you both were left gazing into eachothers eyes.

“Even though this was brought about by the whole ABO thing. I would have done the same thing all over given a second chance.” He spoke as he looked down at you with so much adoration your eyes watered.

“But still…” You murmured.

“Remember what I told you earlier? When I was speaking hypothetically? I meant every word. I love you (Name) even if we’re a stereotype.” He smiled finally pulling out making you wince at the combined fluids trickling down your thigh.

“I love you too even though your an alpha.” You returned his smile letting out breathless laughter. With that he stood to remove the rest of his clothes and clean you up. Once done he removed the maroon bralette from you with a teasing smile. Soon you were both embracing each other. His strong arms pulling you close. He brought his lips to your neck to kiss the mark on your neck. “Are you sure this is this okay?” He asked. You nodded with a hum and brought your lips to his softly. When you pulled away you laughed “I mean I did leave the door unlocked on purpose so…”

The sun crept into your bedroom rousing you from a great sleep. With a groan you sat up and went to stand. You let out a yelp when your feet met the ground.

“Are you okay?! What happened?!” Kirishima rose from the bed in an instant.

“Your monster dick happened.” You scowled playfully. He helped you up and into the bathroom with a laugh. “Don’t laugh!…..Hey Eiji w-what are we going to tell everyone? I mean the ‘omega advocate’ just mated a ‘horrid’ alpha.” You frowned.

“How ‘bout we just tell them to fuck off?”

There’s actually a deeper hidden message in this smut piece let me know if you find it. Also it’s four in the fucking morning!!!! So I hope you guys enjoyed this piece! When I wake up Imma work on requests. Imma go to sleep….

#bnha #bnha insert #bnha imagines #bnha smut #bnha kirishima #eijirou kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #kirishima lemon #mha x reader #mha imagines #mha smut #mha lemon #mha kirishima #red riot #red daddy riot #bnha omegaverse #mha omegaverse

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neerasrealm · 3 years

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Nathan’s Arrival

HIIIIIII did anyone order a jeffverse fanfic?? no?? well too bad, you’re getting it anyway. Also this contains a LOT of other people’s characters. Dally and Grease belong to @t3chnomancer-lich, Nine, Stat and Praline belong to @carnalhaus and Blondie belongs to @consensual-castration (tumblr let me tag people challenge) Anyway, enjoy! Word Count: 2333

The room smelled funny. Musty, iron-y. Like...blood. At least he associated the smell with blood. He moved his head, a quiet groan escaping him. Ugh. where even was he? The surface around him was hard, and the floor felt uncomfortable under him. At the very least, his headache from the night before was gone. His eyes cracked open slightly. He was in a kitchen. It took him a few moments to realise it was the kitchen. The one he’d raided last night. He glanced to his side, realising with horror the fridge was still wide open too. ‘’Fuck-’’

And then the door across from him swung open. His head snapped to the side, staring with wide horrified eyes at the man standing in the doorway. Tall and muscular, Jeff could clearly see his strong arms due to the white wifebeater he was wearing. His black hair was messy and long, tied back in a ponytail. His skin looked burnt, discoloured in places, and his face adorned stitches on either side of his mouth. In an instant, his dark eyes were fixed on the smaller boy sat on the ground before they flicked to the fridge.

‘’Ey, what the fuck?!’’ he stared at the fridge, as if in shock, before storming over. Jeff skittered backwards, away from the man who heavily reminded him of trailer parks he’d found himself sleeping in. He stopped at the fridge, rummaging around before his head snapped to the boy. He was glaring, angry as all hell. ‘’What the hell is your problem?!’’

Jeff flinched. ‘’I-I-’’

‘’You ate my damn jerky?!’’

Was- was he...was this guy angry about Jeff eating his beef jerky rather than breaking into his house? He didn’t have much time to think about it or say anything though, because he was abruptly grabbed and yanked up. He yelped, gripping the angry man’s wrist out of panic. ‘’What the hell?! Who the fuck do you think ya are, huh?!’’

‘’P-please I-’’ Jeff glanced around, desperately looking for a way out. God why did he have to put his knife in his backpack instead of his pocket?! His eyes fell on the doorway and they widened. More people were in the doorway! A teenage girl with bleached bangs and a much shorter boy with a...really weird face. But he wasn’t in any position to judge. ‘’Help!’’

‘’Stat what the fuck, are you doing.’’ the girl grunted. The man, apparently called Stat, snapped his head over to her. He snarled.

‘’Bitch ate my jerky!’’

‘’Yeah and you’re bein’ loud as fuck!’’ the girl snapped back. Her head snapped over to Jeff and her eyes narrowed. She strode over, her thick heels clomping against the kitchen tiles. She grabbed Jeff’s face, squeezing his cheeks and shoving her own face in his. He tried to pull away but her sharp acrylic nails dug into his leathery skin instead. She snarled, looking at him with disgust. ‘’Ew.’’ she eventually said. She looked at Stat. ‘’Put him down. He looks like he has a fuckin’ disease.’’

Stat growled and dropped Jeff. Still panicking, his head snapped to the side and he lunged for the window. The girl behind him yelped and snatched him, making a quiet noise that reminded him of a motor revving. She held him aloft with surprising strength and he squirmed in her arms. She suddenly smacked him before dropping him again. He yelped, holding his sore face in his hand, seething. His head panged and instinct seemed to suddenly kick in, making him swing his fist back and try a punch. The girl grabbed his arm and yanked him, sending him stumbling feebly into the counter.

‘’Nice one Lina!’’

He looked over his shoulder, taking in the room again. There were two other ways out. The back door, and the kitchen door which was wide open. He bolted for the kitchen door, past the weird-faced boy. Freedom and safety seemed to be right in his grasp, but then he smacked face first into a wall. With a feeble yelp he fell back, his gaze travelling up slowly. He froze.

That wasn’t a wall. That was a person. A giant as wide as he was tall. Eyes obscured by jet black hair, showing only a slit-mouthed smile. A terrified yell escaped him and he scampered back, whirling to his feet and bolting for the backdoor.

‘’Jesus christ someone gettim!’’ Stat yelled.

‘’Gettim yourself!’’ The girl, presumably named Praline, yelled back. Stat snarled and ran over, grabbing Jeff’s backpack and yanking him to the table. He yelped and thrashed, panicking like a wild animal. His head pounded, the voices filling it again and making him want to kick, punch, scratch, claw, bite-

‘’What on earth is going on in here?! Stat! Oh dear lord is that a child?!’’ a new voice to add to the people Jeff was trying to identify and differentiate. It was higher pitched, with a southern drawl. Stat huffed, turning his head to the side. Jeff followed his gaze, glancing over at the door where two more people had joined the giant. He didn’t get a good glance at the other as he was distracted by the thinner, blonde man wildly gesturing and pointing at Stat. ‘’What do you think you’re doing?! Let go of him, the poor thing!’’

Stat’s face scrunched up in disgust. ‘’You stay outta this, ya fuckin’ fruit!’’

‘’PFFFT- HAH!’’

‘’Stay out of this Dally!’’ the blonde snapped his head over to the small boy from earlier before turning back to Stat. ‘’Let him go! Right now!’’

‘’Like hell I’m listenin’ ta you! You wanna fight or somethin’?!’’

‘’Stat,’’ another new voice. This one deeper and more relaxed, but still cautious. Jeff looked over at the voice’s owner. He was shorter and his face...half of it was obscured by black hair, and the other half looked horribly burnt. He padded toward Stat. ‘’Let the kid go.’’ he murmured. Stat scrunched his face up. It wasn’t until the man-giant crossed the kitchen and set a gigantic hand on Stat’s shoulder that he let go, shooting Jeff an unhappy look. Finally free from the angry trucker’s grasp, he sat up, looking around in fear. It was then he noticed something. All of them had...scars. Some similar to his own. Burns and a slit mouth. He blinked to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. ‘’You okay there?’’ The half-burnt man’s voice made Jeff turn to him. He crawled back on the table, trying to put distance between himself and him. ‘’Did Stat hurt ya?’’

He paused for a moment. No, no he...hadn’t really been hurt. Stat was rough but- it would bruise at worst. He palmed at his face where he’d been smacked. ‘’...t-the girl hit me.’’ he finally mumbled.

The half-burnt man seemed to study Jeff for a moment before turning to the blonde. ‘’Blondie,’’ he said. ‘’Can ya take him to your room? Away from the others.’’

‘’Of course,’’ Blondie turned to Jeff, smiling kindly. He held out a hand. ‘’Come on dear, let's get you away from these brutes, hm?’’ he shot a glare at Stat, who rolled his eyes. Deciding he’d rather be with the friendly southerner with the girly nickname than the angry truck park resident, Jeff clambered off the table and followed him out of the kitchen. He glanced around the house as they walked. It seemed big- that was the reason he’d even broken in here in the first place. The house was big, and big houses meant rich people, and rich people meant plenty of food. Blondie led him to a bedroom. As he stepped inside he looked around.

The bedroom seemed cozy. A nice rug on the floor, vinyls on a shelf, ornate furniture. It seemed homey. Comfortable. ‘’Here we are,’’ Blondie murmured behind him. ‘’I’m terribly sorry about all the hassle in the kitchen- but you’ll be safer here.’’ he shook his head, muttering to himself. Jeff hesitated, then slowly walked over to a wall and leaned against it. Close enough to the door but still casual enough for it to look like he was relaxing. Sort of. Blondie walked past him and took a seat on the bed. Jeff glanced around. The room looked...harmless. No sign of weapons. Of course, there were objects that could be repurposed into weapons. The plastic flamingo on the bedside table looked particularly threatening.

Blondie looked him over for a few moments. Jeff shifted. He looked a mess and he knew it. Long black hair flying out every which way, scruffy stolen clothes, a black backpack that was torn and stained with mud and blood, not to mention his skin...leathery and white, scarred with a permanent smile. Blondie tilted his head, smiling kindly. ‘’What’s your name dear? If you don’t mind telling me.’’

Jeff stared back for a second. Names. He didn’t give his name away, not in situations like these. Too risky. Police knew his name. He wanted to get out of the house, preferably without killing anyone. Could he even fight his way out? With so many people?

‘’...Nathan.’’

‘’Nathan! Wonderful to meet you dear,’’ Blondie held out a hand to him. ‘’I’m Blondie.’’’ he smiled. Jeff- or rather, Nathan, reached over and shook his hand. He looked at Blondie for a moment. He had scars on his face- he’d been too panicked to really give them more than a glance before, but now he could see that and they were faded to an extent. Two lines running up from either corner of his mouth and another running across the bridge of his nose, along with a couple others. Nathan’s eyes lingered on the scars on Blondie’s cheeks for a few moments too long. Long enough for Blondie to notice. He didn’t seem offended though. Instead he tilted his head. ‘’Would it...be okay for me to ask you a couple of questions, Nathan?’’

He hesitated for a second, then nodded. Blondie smiled. ‘’Good. For a start...how old are you?’’

He shrugged. ‘’...sixteen.’’

‘’Sixteen...’’ Blondie seemed to ponder on his age for a moment. Nathan shifted. He didn’t exactly look it- with his face mutilated and burnt, not to mention he didn’t exactly eat properly, so he hadn’t grown as tall as he probably should’ve. He looked away. ‘’And...where did you come from?’’

He glanced at Blondie. ‘’What do you mean?’’

Blondie furrowed his brows. ‘’What...made you come here?’’

Made him come here? What did that mean-? Nothing had...made him come there but- thinking about it...the past few weeks had been- weird. He kept going in a certain direction. Something in him wanted him to get somewhere. But that feeling, that need to keep moving was...gone. Replaced with a...weird contentment. ‘’I-I dunno…’’ he looked away. ‘’I mean I- I did break in because I wanted food…’’ he licked his dry lips, feeling slightly guilty.

Blondie nodded, smiling kindly once more. It reassured Nathan slightly. ‘’That’s fine. You don’t have a home, do you?’’

He blinked, surprised by how blunt he was. Then nodded. ‘’No- no not really…’’ he shrugged. He looked at Blondie for a long moment. Something about this house felt- weird. Not a bad weird but...thinking about it now, Stat had been burnt, with scars on either side of his mouth. The giant monster that had scared the shit out of him earlier had the same scars he and Blondie did. Was that all a coincidence? That everyone here had the same scars as him? He opened his mouth, about to ask- what exactly he was going to ask he didn’t know but- either way he was interrupted by the door behind him opening.

‘’We okay in here?’’ Nathan actually jumped in surprise. His head whipped around, staring at the half-burnt man from before with wide eyes. He relaxed a bit and gave a small nod, leaning against the wall again. The other man walked past him and sat on the bed beside Blondie. ‘’You got a name?’’

‘’N-Nathan.’’

He nodded. ‘’I’m Grease. Sorry about earlier. It’s nothing personal.’’

‘’Honestly- I don’t know why we still keep Stat around when he’s such a- such a ruffian!’’

Grease rolled his eye. Clearly he had heard this a few times too many. Instead he focused on Nathan. ‘’So, Nathan…’’ he looked him over for a long few moments. ‘’Can I ask ya something?’’

‘’Sure.’’

Grease shifted before he spoke again. ‘’Ya got Jeffery anywhere in your name?’’

Nathan froze. His muscles tensed, his eyes filling with fear. They knew. Or at least- Grease knew. He recognised him- he must have! He gulped. ‘’Li-Listen I-’’ he pursed his lips. ‘’I-I do okay but- listen I don’t wanna hurt anyone I-!’’ a feeble whimper escaped him. ‘’...please don’t call the cops…’’

Blondie frowned, sad at the boy’s panic. Grease shook his head. ‘’We’re not gonna do that.’’ he looked at Nathan. He was...reassuring, in an odd way. Fatherly. ‘’Promise.’’ Nathan gave a small nod, relaxing a bit. ‘’My name’s Jeff Bartosz,’’ he pointed at Blondie. ‘’Jeffery Devereaux.’’

Nathan paused. ‘’I-I’m...Jeff Woods. Nathan’s my middle name.’’ he frowned. ‘’Can I- uh- ask something…?’’

‘’Shoot.’’

‘’...where am I?’’ something was up. The same name? Similar scars and burns? ‘’Is this like...a cult or…?’’

Grease shook his head, smiling a bit. ‘’Not a cult, no,’’ he looked at Nathan for a long bit. ‘’...how about I explain that later, huh? You look like you could use some food first.’’

‘’And perhaps tea,’’ Blondie suggested. ‘’If you like it of course.’’

Nathan cracked a small smile and nodded. ‘’That- that’d be really good-’’ he slowly slipped his hands into his pockets. ‘’...thanks.’’

‘’Of course dear,’’ Blondie stood up and crossed the room. He paused at the door, looking at him. ‘’Do you like chai?’’

‘’Never had it.’’

Blondie chuckled. ‘’Well then I’ll introduce you, hm?’’

Nathan gave a small nod. ‘’...yeah. I’d like that.’’

#jeffverse #N-Jeff #jeff the killer #jeffery woods #jeffery nathan woods #Nine jeff #<- too lazy to tag every jeff im using this one for clout #creepypasta #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta fanfiction #writing #my writing

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darkmagickingdom · 4 years

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Language headcanons

I think I've established this before, but each villain speaks their preferred (usually first) language, and it's simply translated magically so everyone can understand each other without the hassle (and unfairness) of having to choose and learn a standard language

English is spoken by the Queen of Hearts, Hook, Cruella, Mim, Sykes, Helga, Rourke, and Syndrome.

Animals in the Disney universe seem to understand human language, though they can't always speak it. In this way Ratigan also speaks English, but well, in the way that rats do, so it's incomprehensible to humans without that handy automatic translation spell

Oogie would be a similar case, but despite him being comprised of insects and a few other animals, he's shown in the movie as able to communicate just fine with Santa Claus, who presumably speaks English. Granted, Santa is magic, and it's possible Jack and Sally can understand bug, but honestly I don't think it's that deep. So Oogie can speak english with no issues.

German is spoken by Grimhilde, the Horseman, and Gothel. This is all based on either where their story originated from (Grimhilde and Gothel) or where their story established they were from (The Horseman).

French is spoken by Maleficent, Gaston, and Frollo. This is also based on where their stories are set or where they originate.

Facilier learned French and English at about the same time while growing up in New Orleans, so which he uses depends on which he'd rather use at the moment or which is more convenient for whoever he's talking to.

Shere Khan speaks Hindi...well, a tiger's interpretation of it, but you get the point.

Ursula speaks Danish, owing to her story's country of origin.

Jafar speaks Arabic, though he's actually well versed in a number of other languages from his travels as a younger man.

Scar and Zira, like the other animals, speak an animal form of a human language. In this case, I went with Zulu, as that seems to be the general consensus of the part of the fandom that is concerned with language. It's also the language used for "The Circle of Life"'s opening lines, though considering most of the characters names are Swahili in origin, it's also quite possible that they speak Swahili instead. I can't be sure, because Disney isn't really specific with what part of Africa the story takes place in or when in human history it occurs.

Hades, of course, speaks Greek. But being a god, he's sort of omniscient and at least has a solid understanding of most of the languages spoken in the estate. Well, all of the ones that exist in his universe, at least. He'd have no clue what the guys from fantasy realms were saying.

Though Shan Yu likely did speak Mandarin, as he's shown speaking to characters from China with no difficulties, his native language would have been the Hunnic language.

Yzma would not have spoken Spanish, as The Emperor's New Groove seemingly takes place before the Spanish conquistadors would have arrived in Peru. Her language is instead Quechua, the language used and spread by the Incan empire.

Tamatoa's name is Maori in origin, so I'll go with that as his preferred language. Unlike other animal villains and similar to Oogie, he doesn't appear to have any trouble communicating with humans in his movie.

Doris and AUTO don't really need translation, as they both come equipped to understand most languages spoken on Earth. Like Hades, that doesn't help them with the ones that speak fantasy languages though, but they're both quick learning AI, so they catch on fast. Doris, however, doesn't seem to be able to verbally speak any human language (unless she's controlling someone) and instead speaks through some very Star-Wars-droid-esque beeps and boops, as well as Wile-E-Coyote-esque held signs when needed.

And now we're getting into the fantasy languages.

Considering Prydain is a fantasy realm and not a real place on our Earth, it's likely that Arawn and the Horned King speak a fantasy language. Judging by the names of people and places in the story, it's probably most similar to Welsh.

Seeing as Flint, Silver, and Scroop are all aliens, it could be assumed that they speak whatever fantasy language is typical for their respective species. However, if the common language spoken in Treasure Planet's universe is English (and I don't really have much of a reason to assume it isn't), then it's positive that they can all speak it just fine.

Randall speaks whatever language is most common in Monstropolis. This could be a fantasy language, as it's kept pretty ambiguous whether Boo can understand the monsters, but honestly aside from that there isn't much evidence supporting the theory. Boo's often incomprehensible babbling is probably just a result of her young age (since she does occasionally say things that are understandable), and the kid who looks confused when Mike does stand-up comedy in front of him is probably just confused about where he came from, why he's not scaring him, and/or just doesn't think his routine is funny until the finale. I honestly don't care much for Monsters University, but maybe I'll check it out again just to see if they offer any information on this subject.

#house of villains au #nearly lost this thing when my phone crashed! thank you tumblr app's auto-draft-saving feature!

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adventure-hearts · 4 years

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I was asked about this topic recently, and, being bored out of my mind, I felt inspired to use it as a starting point for a new series! I hope to share my current headcanons about the personality types of the Digimon Adventure universe’s main characters, according to different personality systems: astrology, Enneagram, MBTI... feel free to suggest any other typologies you’d like me to explore in the future.

In this first post, I’ll try to explain which of the Sun Sign personality archetypes I find more likely and interesting for each character. Consider this this an update of my previous headcanons, post-tri. (and post LAST EVOLUTION Kizuna).

1: DIGIMON ADVENTURE + ZODIAC SIGNS

Taichi - Aries

Yamato - Aries

Sora - Pisces [semi-canon]

Koushirou - Aquarius

Mimi - Leo

Jou - Virgo

Takeru - Libra

Hikari - Pisces

Daisuke - Sagittarius

Miyako - Gemini [canon]

Iori - Capricorn

Ken - Cancer

Meiko Mochizuki - Virgo/Libra

Maki Himekawa - Scorpio

Daigo Nishijima - Leo

Note: Every single headcanon is highly subjective and even I will probably change my mind about it. This is only a PROPOSAL.

If you’re interested in my interpretation and methodology, read on!

Canon Clues

Although there are no official birthdays for the characters, several Adventure materials have provided “goalposts” where we can fit some characters’ birthdays. I strive to make my HCs as canon-compliant as possible, so it’s important for me to take this info into account.

Miyako is stated to be a Gemini in 02.

The official synopsis of tri. Indicates that Taichi is 17 years old during the series, suggesting the has an April-June birthday.

Sure, you’re free to ignore this little nugget if you prefer, but I personally like to think there’s a reason they mentioned Taichi’s age explicitly — something they never did before. They also never mentioned the explicit age of any of the other characters.

Funnily enough, the DALEK official website and novel lists the character’s ages during the events of the film. Since the film takes place in the summer of 2010, taking those numbers at face-value would require us to believe all 8 characters have birthdays in the first half of the year.

This contradicts the explicit on-screen information about Jou’s age in the original series (see below).

I’m proposing this should be interpreted as their “average” ages, rather than precise ages at this specific moment in time — after all, in Kizuna it’s more difficult to identify the characters by their school year, like they always did before.

Sora’s birthday is canonically before the events of Our War Game. The film takes place during the spring holidays, which typically begin around the third week of March.

Sora having a March birthday is so universally accepted by Japanese fans that it’s even on her Wikipedia page. I wouldn’t be surprised if more recent writers took that information into account, post-OWG, and portrayed her accordingly.

Notice that Pisces is only the more likely option considering the canon timeline and Sora’s personality — Aries (late March) and Aquarius (mid-February) could fit as well. Hence why I consider this choice [semi-canon].

Jou, who is a 6th-grader, mentions he’s 11 years old during Adventure. This suggest his birthday would be after August 1.

Ken is supposed to be 9 years old in August 2000, when he’s in Year 3, suggesting he has an April-August birthday.

This is different from other guidebooks which only list the characters “average” ages, because this lists Ken’s precise age during a specific event.

I believe Ken being exactly 9 years old went to the Digital world is deliberate, since Osamu is stated to be 3 years older than Ken, hadn’t yet turned 12 when he died.

Again, except for Miyako, Sora, and Jou birthdays, I can understand why fans chose to ignore any of this.

Personal Notes

My method isn’t about finding a putative “Official / True Birthday” — that never existed, at least for the Adventure eight. It’s about finding birthdays that work within the limitations of canon (see previous section).

My HCs are based on the personality / character archetypes represented by the the zodiac signs. In theory, any Chosen Child could be understood as representing a specific symbolical archetypes.

The problem is that the Adventure characters are quite complex and often deconstruct traditional archetypes. This explains why it’s so hard for fans to agree on which sign they are supposed to represent. I should also note that anime series seem to understand astrological archetypes slightly differently from the Western mainstream tradition, which explains why typical anime zodiac signs sometimes feel a bit “off”.

Nevertheless, some archetypes are so strong that most of the fandom seems to have reached a consensus: Jou/Virgo and Koushirou/Aquarius, for example. Then you have textbook examples of archetypes like Gemini/Miyako (unsurprisingly canon), Taichi/Aries, and Hikari/Pisces. But even there is a lot of room for disagreement and subjective interpretation!

The 02 writers clearly intended Daisuke to symbolise Fire, Miyako Air, Iori Earth and, due to the Dark Ocean connection, Ken Water. In fact, it’s super easy to place those four characters into any traditional 4-group personality types, such as the four temperaments, Jung’s types, blood types, ABCD personality, etc.

My HCs respect this, and ended up creating two polar opposites within the team: Daisuke/Miyako (mutable) and Ken/Iori (cardinal).

It’s tempting to ascribe 12 main characters = 12 signs, but post-tri. I’m inclined to do something different and not put myself into such a limiting framework.

For this reason I repeat some signs, and I don’t have any Taurus character (sorry!).

My MAIN innovative choice is that I suspect Taichi and Yamato might represent the same sun sign.

Now, I understand this is an extremely controversial opinion. It isn’t a possibility I thought about until quite recently.

But Taichi and Yamato being “different but the same / two sides of the same coin” is incredibly well represented if both of them correspond to the Aries personality archetype.

After all, they’re the leaders, the heroes, the Knights in shining armor. This explains their incredible similarities, despite superficial differences. as well as their love-hate dynamic: the rivalry, the union, the way they complement and balance each other out in an almost instinctive way.

Here are some examples of the Aries/Aries dynamic from the literature...

Both of you are independent individuals and you don’t like feeling “owned” by anyone. Neither of you can tolerate being dominated or bossed by anyone else, so you probably make your own decisions, and direct your own lives. You respect one another’s autonomy, and a relationship that is based on constant togetherness and dependency wouldn’t suit either of you. Sometimes, however, there is too much emphasis on individualism rather than on being close and nurturing the relationship. You both have proud egos, and are sensitive to criticism. Almost inevitably you will compete with each other, and in small doses this can be invigorating. But it easily becomes nasty, and one of you is likely to get hurt. If you’ve ever seen two rams locking horns, you know what I mean! You either respect one another immensely or detest one another – rarely anything in between. (X)

If your relationship has been built on the basis that you are equals, the fire element produces tremendous vision and industriousness. Your combined power and effort could well be a force to be reckoned with — but again, only if you both learn to subdue your own ego in the service of each other. Remember, you can’t always be right. You need to try hard to see things from each other’s perspective; this will help the two of you become a great partnership over time. (x)

When Mars clashes with Mars, the result can be full-scale war, with all flags flapping, bravely and colorfully. Occasional flare-ups are bound to occur when these two are thrown into close, daily proximity, without the relief of some separateness in their association. But there will also be some glorious Highs to offset these Lows. (...) It's been said that Aries people have a way about them. They do. Their own way. Yet, despite that sometimes antagonistic Martian exterior, they'll sense each other's desperate need to be appreciated and liked. When they get together, they may struggle for leadership, but the experience will supply some well-needed lessons. The shock of living with someone - or being around some- one - as innocently thoughtless, selfish and aggressive as one's self, is sure to soften any battering Ram, although there may be a few scars to show for the les- sons in living thus mastered. Aries hearts always carry more scars than the Rams ever show, or openly discuss. (x)

Sounds familiar, doesn't it? The more you read, the more this pattern begins to make sense. Try to watch the Dark Masters arc, the Agumon-is-kidnapped mini arc, tri., and even Kizuna with this possibility in mind, and you’ll understand what I mean.

Sure, order to accept this theory, you have to understand Yamato as a more atypical reserved / sensitive Aries (influenced by a Cancer Moon, perhaps?) and Taichi as a more “pure” Arien type. Yamato is more like a baby lamb, right? (don’t tell it to his face).

You can make a very strong argument for Leo!Taichi (that was my initial HC as well) or Yamato as almost anything else. I wouldn’t disagree. But why not come up with a fresh perspective to explain these two?

Oh, and in case you’re curious, their (canon) Japanese Zodiac is also the same: Dragon, the direct equivalent to Aries.

A note about tri.: typing Maki and Daigo seemed straightforward enough. Maki is the stereotypical Scorpio antagonist, and Goggle Boy Daigo’s partner evolved into a literal lion.

I couldn’t resist the idea of making Meiko a Libra, considering her digimon partner is literally the Libra and Meiko is the 9th member of the group. But personality probably fits other signs better — it’s very tempting to type her a Virgo, the polar opposite of Hikari. She could also be the missing Taurus element (Mei as the literal May Queen).

The truth is... I can’t decide!

Disclaimer: There is zero scientific evidence for astrology and, as far as I’m concerned, it’s only interesting as a tool to analyze fictional characters in symbolic /archetypal terms. My headcanons are based on extensive reading about astrology, its symbolism and psychological profiles; I’m happy to share my sources (they’re not from pop astrology). But I’m also aware of the Barnum effect. We are all biased; there are no right or wrong options. Everyone’s conflicting headcanons are equally valid.

Feel free to ask questions or request more in-depth explanations for my suggestions, but FFS don’t start arguing with me and insisting I’m “wrong” based on other people’s equally subjective and disputable headcanons.

BONUS: Sun sign Archetypes / Personality Keywords

Aries

Aries at its best : Brave, assertive, pioneering, quick, determined

Aries on a bad day: Aggressive, hard-headed, selfish, impulsive, impatient, brutal

The Aries archetype : Prince Lancelot, the brave and romantic rock star of King Arthur’s court

The Aries stereotype : The rage-a-holic in the pickup truck who just gave you the finger after cutting you off on the freeway

Gemini

Gemini at its best : Curious, inquisitive, quick witted, communicative, inventive, clever, adaptable

Gemini on a bad day : Verbally cruel, deceptive, disloyal, restless, doesn’t follow through”

“The Gemini archetype : The jester; clever and mischievous, your wit and agility are your best defense

The Gemini stereotype : The meddlesome neighbor, snooping and eavesdropping

Cancer

Cancer at its best : Family-oriented, nurturing, intuitive, domestic, maternal, sensitive, sympathetic, emotional, patriotic, retentive, traditional

Cancer on a bad day : Moody, touchy, oversensitive, negative, manipulative, overly cautious

The Cancer archetype : The universal mother

The Cancer stereotype : The smothering mother

Leo

Leo at its best : Regal, creative, magnetic, performer, generous, inspiring

Leo on a bad day : Vain, domineering, attention seeking, insecure”

The Leo archetype : The benevolent monarch

The Leo stereotype : The shallow playboy or party girl

Virgo

Virgo at its best : Discriminating, thorough, scientific, clean, humane, scientific, analytical

Virgo on a bad day : Picky, critical, petty, self-centered, hypochondriac, gloomy, pedantic

The Virgo archetype : Sherlock Holmes, with his staggering powers of perception and analysis and his earthy tweed jacket

The Virgo stereotype : The quiet, slightly geeky scientist or secretary with horn-rimmed glasses and a repressed manner

Libra

Libra at its best : Refined, artistic, diplomatic, sociable, peace loving, persuasive, just

Libra on a bad day : Fickle, over accommodating, argumentative, indecisive, insincere

The Libra archetype : The diplomat

The Libra stereotype : The gigolo or “kept” man or woman”

Scorpio

Scorpio at its best : Determined, probing, brave, passionate, insightful, empathetic, penetrating, investigative, powerful

Scorpio on a bad day : Jealous, suspicious, sarcastic, secretive, vengeful, manipulative

The Scorpio archetype : The magician, able to transcend the laws of nature to achieve transformation

The Scorpio stereotype : A secret agent, skilled at investigative work and most comfortable working behind the scenes”

Sagittarius

Sagittarius at its best : Philosophical, adventurous, freedom loving, scholarly, funny, honest, athletic, traveler

Sagittarius on a bad day : Crude, blunt, know-it-all, arrogant, superior, intolerant

The Sagittarius archetype : The wayfaring stranger who transforms a community with his knowledge and wisdom before moving on

The Sagittarius stereotype : The clown who trips over his gigantic shoes and throws pies in your face

Capricorn

Capricorn at its best : Responsible, authoritative, traditional, pragmatic, hardworking, economical, serious, mature, ethical

Capricorn on a bad day : Domineering, stubborn, inhibited, unfeeling, fatalistic, judgmental, unforgiving”

“The Capricorn archetype : The wise elder

The Capricorn stereotype : A cranky old man or woman who keeps yelling at kids to “stay off my lawn!”

Aquarius

Aquarius at its best : Independent, genius, iconoclastic, rebellious, logical, scientific, progressive, intellectual, humane

Aquarius on a bad day : Eccentric, temperamental, unpredictable, cold, opinionated, radical”

“The Aquarius archetype : The charismatic rebel who wins over his fellow men by thumbing his nose at authority

The Aquarius stereotype : The mad scientist

Pisces

Pisces at its best : Sympathetic, compassionate, emotional, intuitive, musical, artistic

Pisces on a bad day : Impractical, timid, procrastinator”

The Pisces archetype : The mystic

The Pisces stereotype : The flake

from Kent, April Elliott. “The Essential Guide to Practical Astrology: Everything from zodiac signs to prediction, made easy and entertaining”.

#series: typing the chosen #digimon #headcanons #personality types #astrology #this is a series but I cannot promise timelines!

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alo-piss-trancy · 4 years

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Ok hi, I didn't wanna say anything, but please don't write knifeplay/bloodplay for Yuri. I def don't wanna spoil anything, but it's learned on a certain route that Yuri has a s*lf h*rm problem (I'll leave it at that).

You honestly seem like you're not trying to be a jerk with this ask, so I'm going to do my best to answer this as politely as possible without compromising my personal beliefs on the matter. This is going to be long and a little serious, but please note I'm not attacking you or trying to start a debate. I'm just laying all my thoughts on this down at once so I make myself clear, because a short answer would leave a lot of nuance out.

I understand what you're trying to do here. For the record though, I also considered that a pretty massive spoiler and I did not appreciate that at all. Even if you all think you're 'helping', don't do that again. Y/uri was pretty much the only character I'd managed to avoid most spoilers on and you killed the surprise for me. This game is already so full of fluffy 'filler' in the beginning that I don't have a ton of big plot points to look forward to in each route.

Now, I realise this is a very delicate topic and incredibly triggering to some people, especially with those two things combined. I am 100% willing to tag it with just about any variation needed to ensure you or others affected can blacklist/block it and never have to see a word of it in the future. I'd also be happy to go back and tag that original text post I made if needed. I mean that. You all are welcome to ask me to tag things anytime, and so long as you're polite about it I'm perfectly willing to oblige to the best of my ability in future posts! If I occasionally forget, just toss me a light reminder and I'll jump into editing and add it in.

That said, I want to make it clear that I am very firmly against censorship. I'm willing to take all necessary precautions to ensure people can curate their experiences on this blog and AO3, but at the end of the day I can still post whatever fictional stuff I choose to. As can anyone else. Same goes for more formally published media.

Now, it's entirely possible I would have gotten to that part of the game and decided 'oh dang, I'm not so enthused about that fic idea anymore...'. My whims and ideas change frequently, and what you mentioned is a heavy topic with a lot to unpack and process. It's also entirely possible that future plot would only provide more fuel.

Fyi, when I originally mentioned the knifeplay I was actually thinking a lot more along the lines of her doing it to the protagonist, not the reverse. But for the record, if I did choose to write it with focus on Y/uri, I would still be well within my rights to.

This next part of my answer is going to address some heavy topics, this is your warning!!!

Sometimes people's kinks are a way to take a thing that is personally scary or upsetting to them and find a way to reverse it. To find pleasure or power or get used to the idea of the awful thing in a safe, controlled fashion. I'm not going to go into the full details on this because there's plenty of explanation and research elsewhere already written up, as well as an excellent book on the subject, and I'm not turning this blog into a discourse debate. But I needed to mention it for my point.

There are plenty of stories that could be explored with Y/uri in this context. Did she have this kink before the self harm events started and it was completely unrelated, or did she develop it afterwards? How did she discover it beforehand? If developed afterwards, did it start out as another way of harming mixed with pleasure in a self-destructive way, often done sloppily and without proper technique? Or was it strictly used as almost exposure therapy to deal with those urges and thoughts in a safer, more contained scenario, maybe even allowing the partner she trusted to wield the knife to prove their bond/reinforce that she can be loved without being hurt deeply, that she is worthy of affection and trust and loyalty. Maybe this finally helps give Y/uri a tool to embrace her 'weirdness' without harming herself and others. Or, what if she thinks it can be a useful tool and is sure she's ready, but partway through the scene she gets triggered or has flashbacks... how does she deal with it? How does her partner? Can it be overcome with effort, research, and taking things slowly, or does she realize this kink is actually completely off the table for her?

What if she has this kink and is excited to try it, but her partner isn't? How does she take that rejection? Or do her poor social skills mean she skipped negotiation to begin with and attempted it in the middle of a vanilla session? Would her partner freak out or even get mad, or try to swallow their fear and let her do it so they don't hurt/offend her, even at the cost of their own comfort?

This topic also opens a ton of potential plots for darkfic, but I'll refrain from discussing that out of respect for you and others.

So as you can see, there's much more to explore than 'Knife=Hot'. I believe those discussions and ideas are necessary and provide important fuel for thought when explored fictionally, especially since mainstream media doesn't cover a lot of them.

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I feel I should take a second to clarify knifeplay for those who may be unaware. It doesn't always equate to actual cutting/drawing blood. That can be an aspect, but usually only by those far more experienced and, you know, actually into that. A lot of participants don't actually go that far. Mostly, it's either about the physical sensation of the knife touching you at all, or the adrenaline/controlled fear and intimate trust of a partner bringing an object like that so close/teasing you with it.

In fact, it's frequently advised in those circles (especially to newcomers) to use a dull butterknife instead, because it simulates the same feelings of metal on skin/can dig in a little without any real risk of cutting/drawing blood. Even if one chooses to use a different knife, it's still pretty common to dull the blade, or some people even substitute with a closed pair of scissors (combined with the partner blindfolded, you can't really tell it apart from the real thing).

These versions of knifeplay are well controlled and ultimately pretty harmless, so long as both parties know what they're doing and stay alert. And more experienced players with sharper knives are even more cautious/have studied extensively to know where/how deep to go without risking scarring/serious injury.

Remember the golden rules of kink: Safe. Sane. Consensual.

With those in place, it is not nearly the same as self harm. Just as controlled, consensual, well-negotiated BDSM with safewords, respected boundaries and a trusted partner is never in the same league as abuse.

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Now that that's out of the way, back to my point:

There's no perfect representation or narrative for everyone, in any group (be that gender/sexuality/triggered by certain things, etc). Every human being is different, everyone interprets media differently, and everyone takes away different elements from stories.

What one person in a particular group may find cathartic, relateable, or painful but necessary food for thought, another may find completely repulsive, personally hurtful, offensive, something they can't stand to hear. And guess what? Both of those can be true at the same time. One side is not immediately right over the other.

There are queer characters or interpretations of them in fics that I vehemently despise, might even find hurtful or sickening and think 'how can anyone create this, it's insufferable! People in 'my group' aren't like that, it's a horrible representation. I can't relate to it at all!' But you know what? Other people can and do, may find comfort in those exact narratives and experiences, may heal their pain instead of inflicting more. And that's great. It's what they needed or wanted and if I don't like it, I click away and do my best to avoid it.

There are specific tropes and narrative themes I personally cannot get through without being triggered into anxiety attacks or dragged back to bad times and places in my life. Sometimes I see them tackled in ways that are hurtful or seem insensitive to me. But I recognise that for someone else, it's exactly what they needed to see to get through that or come to terms with it, or see a way they wish that thing could play out. I would never dream of telling those people they aren't allowed to enjoy it, OR telling the creator of that piece of media or a tv show 'Hey ummm please don't use this plot because it turns me into a human wreck for a week'. Because it's not remotely my place to do so. They can create whatever they want, they have no responsibility towards me or my well being. A few might be kind enough to include a warning at the beginning of that episode or in the description, but they are in no way required to. It's up to me to curate my experience and try to keep my guard up/research what might have those tropes, and in the rare occasions I get blindsided, yeah, it hurts like hell. I struggle, I might even backslide a bit. But I just have to try my best to deal with it and make a note to be more careful next time. Because you can't control the world around you, not even the online world, and you have absolutely no right to. The only right you have is to protect yourself without infringing on other people's boundaries/rights.

And there's also another important point. There doesn't have to be a big important point or explanation for why a creator creates something, or why consumers can enjoy that creation! If someone wants to create a plotline with all of my triggers used in the most 'insensitive', 'wrong', pointless ways possible, strictly for Entertainment or pure kink material instead of some deep dissection of the issues involved? They can go hog wild!!! They are 100% allowed to do so on this earth, and I can't (and wouldn't want to) do a thing to stop them.

One person can read a kink fic and it hits a very emotional theme for them/they think it explores a deep topic well. Another person can read that same fic and get nothing out of it except their rocks off. Both of those readers are completely equal and 'allowed' to enjoy that fic. Both reasons are completely valid reasons for why the creator was 'allowed' to post/create that fic in the first place. Nobody needs permission, nobody has to answer to anybody except themselves. Period. This extends to any topic, any type of fic.

Yes, even for things I find absolutely abhorrent and insensitive and don't understand/want to read ever. I may resent everything about its existence, but I will defend to death the creator's right to make it exist in the first place.

It only affects me if I let it affect me. If someone's making content I despise or am upset by and can't handle, I can choose to ignore or avoid them, blacklist those tags, I can block them and move on with my day. I can do anything within my own bubble, but the second I consider going into their bubble and saying they can't make that thing, I am in the wrong. Because I'm not respecting their space and rights.

If someone makes cookies with ingredients I'm highly allergic to, pastes the ingredient warnings all over the box where I read them, and I still eat one, would anyone cheer me on for blaming them when I have a reaction? Would anyone think it was remotely okay of me to start calling up every bakery in town and saying they weren't allowed to bake those cookies EVER, because some people somewhere might be allergic?

No. They'd tell me I was crossing the line, because I'm infringing on other people's boundaries and lives. I'm expecting everybody else to take responsibility for something that, while horrible and painful, was my fault for touching.

Now, if someone sets out unlabelled cookies not realizing I'm allergic to something in them, and I eat it and have a reaction, that sucks. It's an awful experience. But is it the baker's fault? As long as they didn't do it maliciously, not really. They can be advised politely to label it in the future, and I can do my best to remember to ask/be more cautious next time I come across something I'm unsure of, but they're still allowed to bake those cookies for themselves and others.

Now, if I deliberately baked cookies with an ingredient that people are very frequently allergic to (ex. peanuts) and set it out in a crowded buffet without a warning label, that's a jerk move. That's intentionally trying to cause harm to others. But simply baking that flavour of cookies still isn't a crime or harmful by itself.

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I'll be honest, I'm running out of steam and I think I've said most of what I have to say, so I'll wrap it up. I want to reiterate that I'm not ripping into you with this long answer, anon! I understand why you sent me what you did and I'm trying not to come off as harsh. I'm happy to go back and tag things and will tag anything else similar in the future!!! But at the end of the day, regardless of whether I personally end up writing that fic or not, or even want to after I get to that plot, I don't agree with telling anyone they can't/shouldn't write it at all. I wanted to try and explain my viewpoint thoroughly, and I hope you can respect that, just as I'll respect and try to accommodate you and other followers. This is the only time I'll really get up on a soapbox like this, and I have no interest in debating these things on my blog further, but it is a topic I've been passionate about all my life so I'm afraid I'm not budging on it.

#bear gets a letter #not omo #tw knives #tw knifeplay #tw cutting #tw self harm #d/dlc spoilers

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