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gardenofgods · 1 year
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She and Kyurem are single-handedly driving down the property value in Veilstone and they don’t even know it. :)
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hatredofdesire · 9 months
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I'd rather die
Pairings; Yandere!Nanook x fem!reader [I'd rather die/Shinunoga E-wa — Fuji Kaze] a/n: I had a random thought and I had to get it down asap. I don't see a lot of these too; especially since it's still the beginning of the game— I really wanted to write him because why is this aeon so... [also i have no idea ab these paths, i just writing my own guesses and etcs. so dont take it too srsly] I was drawing him and then i lost interest bc i couldnt understand anatomy at all, but this is a perfect image to use right? tw: yandere themes, obsession, possessiveness, hunting reader (nanook), manipulative, stalking, kidnapping, not proof read, for the love of all gods; i know all aeons are they/them pronouns, but ive already written it and i dont really want to go back and change it bc i can't focus like that
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synopsis: the path of destruction is a lonely battle, one might wonders what you're seeking for in hopes of running away under the guise that Nanook doesn't find you, his precious darling.
The Aeon of Destruction, the antimatter legion, the bringer of death, a malicious yet malevolent being, cruel and unfeeling— this aeon has been a thorn in many eyes. Many speculations have considered this aeon to be the bringer of end, destroying innocent planets that have yet to sprout... Thus is the life of one who follows the path of destruction. However may this may be, there is an odd tale, not well known about a particular woman who was gifted— a sacrifice that was meant to quell the anger of Nanook.
Sacrifices were common occurrences; clothes, necessities, women, girls that do not survive past the age of 15, children that are abandoned— These are the types that have been an offering to appease the Aeon of Destruction. Such vileness, yet only one person stands out from amongst the pile of worthlessness. Only a selective few dedicated followers that have researched preciously for the reasoning sought from the Aeon. Their audacious words have spread to the ears of himself, finding the situation quite amusing.
Nanook, his origins unknown other than the planet he had been born from— a complete massacre that have left the universe in silence. An aeon of long lasting will, a destructive manner that leaves humanity shaking in their shoes... Gentle in front of a woman. The researcher had once come upon out of curiosity, that aeon only shows his gentleness to a human woman.
A sacrifice.
One who was spared, but for what reason—
The loud shut of the book slammed close, a questioning look from the archive guard who peered up questioningly. "What's wrong?" The young woman stood up, stretching her neck to loosen the tension for sitting way longer than expected. The excuse slipping from her lips. "Nothing, I just remembered I needed to take my medicine. Thank you for letting me intrude, Dan Heng." Dan Heng nodded, turning away to hide his fond for her after trying to distance himself from the group. There's just something about her that seems to pull him in, she's isn't very... bothersome like March. Similar to like a younger sibling in any case, but she's tolerable.
Leaving the archive, she went straight to her room to take out the non-scented bottle of perfume before spraying it on her again repeatedly. "That should last me a week... I'll have to ask Himeko for more materials..." She muttered under her breath before heading into the main room whereas the conductor reminded everyone that they were going to jump soon.
"Himeko." The [h/c] haired woman approached the red haired elegant woman who was sitting on the sofa patiently. "Ah, miss [name]. Is there something you need?" [name] nodded sweetly, "I'm beginning to run out again... Is it possible to order a new batch?" Her meaning implies that her perfume wasn't going to last long since she was down to a bottle. "Of course, although we'll have to make a small detour stop at Herta's Space station." Reminded by the fact that Herta had asked Himeko for something came flooding back. [name] didn't mind Herta of the Genius society, but she definitely couldn't stand the fact that Herta wanted her like 'bait' for her simulated universe.
Hearing the description of meeting aeons, she dared to not be within any vicinity of those... living omens. Even if Herta rewritten her data, [name] would never want to cross path with an aeon. Not after—
"What? You want me to go with them too?" She tensed up, hearing the antimatter legion attacking Herta's space station was something she didn't expect. [name] pursed her lips, her teeth sinking into the bottom of her lip as she bit hard enough to draw blood. The stinging metallic taste made her finalize her decision. "...Alright. I'll only be escorting researchers back though." Himeko and Welt knew the reason behind her meaning, knowing the young woman didn't want to talk about it— they left her be.
[name] had split up from March and Dan Heng, who went to fight and rescue scientists while she searched through the rooms in case any of the researchers had been left behind and were waiting for help. Of course, she was with the lead researcher Asta who assigned her a few tasks that resulted in her to walk the halls of each level to find any lingering survivors.
Walking past the antimatter legion monsters, [name] sighed in relief that the usage of that perfume was great. Those that follow that aeon, could never sense her. Messaging miss Asta that nobody else was found, she promptly began to head back to the Express as she didn't really want to stay on this space station any longer. Unfortunately, Welt didn't park the Express yet— not with the doomsday beast hovering, but she really didn't care about that at the moment. All she wanted to do was sleep, close her eyes, and—
"Nanook..." [name] cursed the aeon who probed the station once again, knowing his vision settled on her the second she was about to leave. His baritone mellow voice echoing through her ears, a faint mocking laughter as he reminded her that she couldn't leave him no matter what she did.
The doomsday beast crashed onto the supply room with a loud bellow, its target currently being [name] as she was the only one within its sight. "You're fucking crazy..." [name] who tried her best to be optimistic of the results, wincing in pain as she was thrown across the station— landing in a pile of station boxes. "[name]?! Hold on, we're coming!" March's voice could be heard as she struggled to keep her eyes opened. The doomsday beast landed in front of them, blocking them from getting to the passed out young woman.
The soft whispers of him, the touch she knew yet despised. How could he find her? [name] did whatever she could to escape him, that sick fascination wasn't something she could quell. No— It was her death sentence. The day of her execution flashed in her mind, that bastard caused her to fall farther than hell could accommodate her. If she could go back... If [name] could go back— she would have left that damned planet if she had known.
"Return to your rightful place, my beloved." The familiar taunt rang in her ear, drowning out the sounds of her friends voices as they faded further and further away. "Hey! Let her go!" That was the last time she heard March's voice.
Darkness enveloped her, silence accompanied her tears. Where was she? [name] could not understand nor would she understand his desire.
He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, his gaze softening as the one person he has been longing day and night for— had come to return to him solely. "[name]..." The taste of her name left him shuddering in pleasure, his pretty little doll has come back to him, and stay she shall. Her lashes trembled, a sign of her awakening as the marvelous pair of [e/c] hues focused on his gold colored ones. "Y—You bastard!" [name] hissed, her eyes narrowed to show her disdain for the aeon. Why would he care so much about her?
"You're obsessed." He ignored her scornful words, "So what if I am? All that matters is that you're with me." Burying his face into her neck felt forbidden, a sacred being that haunts his thoughts every second. "You should have killed me." She clenched her jaw, unable to fight against the aeon who held her close to his chest.
His gold colored hues which used to be apathetic, lacking the empathy as he swept through planets like nothing. Staring down at her in a way that terrified her. "You think you're so clever... Trying to hide from me for so many centuries..." Nanook crooned, peppering her skin with his lingering affections that hasn't been forgotten. "I'll never let you leave me." Should she be grateful that her travels aren't as lonely? No! What absurdity is he spouting?! "I'd like to see you try." [name] snapped, pushing the aeon away from her.
The aeon hugged her tighter, "Is that a challenge, my beloved?"
His pretty little darling, Nanook would never let his darling leave him. So go ahead, keep pretending that she could escape him.
Nanook wasn't called the aeon of destruction without a reason.
"I'd rather die than let you go."
a/n: the poll is quite interesting in results of seeing... pls do take the chance to vote on the poll though, we got till like friday PST anyways (check masterlist) pls dont be that one person that has to correct this post (about aeons gender) — sincerely asking nicely.
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youaremyhome · 9 months
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The Antimatter of You
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Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, blackmail, manipulation, DARK. More to add. Read at your own risk!
Notes: 4.4k!! I did it!!! I promise now that it’s summer (and getting fired from my job) I’ll have more time to write/update. Hope it lives up to the hype lol let a girl know ok love ya ❤️
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The scent of flowers is nauseating but with a knock on your door, Rafe ignores it as best as he can.
It’s been several days since he’s seen you, the longest he’s gone without any physical contact. His texts were met with one worded replies or none at all. Having done a stellar job of avoiding him. Taking new routes to your lectures, roommates answering the door saying you weren’t home, skipping your Ethics class, the seat glaringly empty beside him.
Rafe knew to give you some space – if only for this once. The incident with you, him and Topper had shaken you greatly, no one had ever seen such an argument between the two of you. His best friend had given him a thorough tongue-lashing that morning after your exit. A reminder from Rafe about Topper’s general creepiness towards his sister had him shutting up instantly.  
Before, Rafe had believed you were slowly - but surely - getting used to him being a fixture in your life. He wasn’t stupid enough to think you were fully submitting, of course, but he knew you would be able to get there. With time.
He’s let you have your little tantrum of silence. It was a mistake to treat you so harshly, even if you had wasted a hundred dollars worth of good product.
You’re home alone today. He’s made sure of it. Camped outside your townhome for the past two hours. All your roommates had gone out for various things, filing out one by one. The only one left was the most annoying: Daniella.  
While Louise and Andi gave knowing smirks whenever the group was together, Daniella always had a strained smile. As if she struggled to let him anywhere near you.
To ensure her absence, he had recruited the help of Carson. Telling him to lure his girlfriend out so Rafe could talk to his.
He rasps on the door again, calling out your name.
“Open the door. I know you’re home.” When there’s no response, Rafe fist hits harder. “Open the damn door.”
He repeats your name multiple times as he jingles the doorknob. After a few more tries, he sighs and gives up. It didn’t have to go this way.
The click of the door is quiet, Rafe soundlessly closing it as he pockets his copy of the key. Slyly walking through the foyer, the back of your head appears when he comes into the open living room. The crinkle of plastic as his hands squeeze the stems makes your head almost fall off from how fast you look behind.
“What in the actual hell, Rafe?” Pushing off the couch, you cross your arms. A faint line creased between your eyebrows and Rafe can’t help but notice you aren’t wearing a bra. “How’d you get in here?”
“Spare.” Rafe simply says. “Y’know, just in case of an emergency.”
“Or to sneak in here like a fucking creep.”
“No…for when my girl is ignoring me.”
Rafe lifts the bouquet up, savoring how you take in the view of your favorite flowers in white and faint pink. Taking a step toward you, a minute flinch ticks at your shoulders. Rafe stops.
“Well, you can throw them in the garbage on your way out.” Your ponytail swishes when you twirl back to plant yourself on the couch. “Go away.”
“Aw c’mon baby,” Groaning, he rolls his head back. He rounds the couch, standing in front of the TV. Extending his arm out, he presents the flowers again. “How about you find a nice vase for these, and I’ll make it up to you.”
The stupid comment grants him exactly what he wants, your attention on him. Eyes like needlepoints hoping to puncture him.
“You can do so by leaving.” You turn the volume up, and you focus back on the TV.
It’s the dismissal that has Rafe’s ire prickling his skin, his patience splintering.  
“Alright, that’s enough. I gave you plenty a time to pout.”
Your lips puff with your incredulous. “Pout? Pout?” You swat at the bouquet. “I’m not pouting. I’m fucking pissed and tired of you.”
'Pissed off' he could deal with. The pouting is cute. Your tears are an intoxicating aphrodisiac. But to be tired of him?
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
Rafe squats down, supporting his forearms on his knees as he looks up at you through his lashes. Staring at the upwards angle of your face, he doesn’t have to wait long for your eyes to nervously meet his. Containing his anger has never been his forte. You simultaneously ignite his fire to a roaring inferno and wash it down until there’s only embers left. At the moment, he was between the two.
“I’m sorry, okay?” He blows out a breath. “I, I should’ve never gotten like that with you. Forgive me, angel?”
Leaning the flowers forward, the petals tap once against your bare knees. A deadlock between wills of opposing nature. Your facial expressions switch like the flipping of pages, the language of you becoming easier to understand the more time he spends with you.
“Apology unaccepted.”
Snatching the bouquet out of his grip, you stand and beeline for the kitchen. Rafe rights himself up, following you lazily. Playing his own game of shadow with each step and turn you make. Your slamming cabinets left and right until you find one beneath the sink, almost cracking the glass of a long vase with your force.
His gaze skims over the flimsy material of your sleep shorts, and the way your breasts slope beneath your tank top. Your hands busy themselves with arranging the stems and such, actively ignoring his presence. Hands in his pockets, Rafe takes measured strides until he’s a hairs length away from your back.
“…I never got my hello kiss.”
Your glare radiates so potently that Rafe doesn’t have to look to know it's there. Placing his hands on your hips, he walks the tips of his fingers inward and smirks when a quiver to your lower belly ripples across. Lips kiss at the tension in your shoulders, thumbs molding like dough into your sides.
“I’ve missed you…” His tongue peaks out, tasting the skin there. A hand travels down to play with the waistband of your shorts. “Missed this cunt, too.”
“Rafe – wait,” The hitching of your breath is so sweet he cups you in his wide hand in a fluid downslide. The pinching pain of your nails into his wrists has him stilling, lingering. Your neck stretches as you look back as your features pinch in. “I’m…I’m on my…y’know, period.”
He wants to believe you – truly he does – but lies spill from those pretty lips all the time so…
Frustrated whimpers break loose between your bitten lip while Rafe continues down, your head leaning on his shoulder in defeat. Swirling the tip of his middle finger closer to your hole, the touch of roped cotton has him pausing. A string.
Damn it.
Rafe sighs and trails up your slit to lightly stroke your clit once more before he’s slipping his hand out, keeping it low on your warm pelvis. It rises a rumbled chuckle from him, peering down at your weak glare. This close to your face, he can see all the small imperfections that add to the mosaic of your beauty. Gliding his other hand up, he passes a ghost of a touch to your chest before it lands with a curl around your throat. The addition of it pushes you fully into perfection.
Humming and eyes hooded, Rafe draws out a peck to your lips. The warm, soft contact is barely a kiss, just a need to feel you closer that has Rafe relaxing a fraction. “C’mon then.”
Leading you back to the couch, you resume your previous seat that looks more like a nest with a bundle of blankets, a heating pad, and candy there. Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline when he lays the warmed pad on your lower abdomen, wrapping a fuzzy throw around you then tucking you under his arm, situated to lean against him. Propping his feet on the ottoman, Rafe focuses on the TV which plays some sort of reality show.
Your suspicion rises like steam, muscles strained with preparation for flight. It isn’t until halfway through the show does Rafe feel your body incrementally slacken and by the third, you’ve fallen asleep.
So, if the show happens to stay on there’s no one around to judge.
Rafe likes it when you’re asleep. Can freely stare at you without an icy sneer or bitchy remark to ruin the moment. Just a doll nuzzled deep into the side of him resonating a humming of snores.
His peace is ruined by the vibrating of his phone. He checks the screen.
Ward
With care, Rafe eases up from the couch and repositions your head so it’s against a pillow then heads into the kitchen.
Ward hardly calls him. The proportion of Rafe’s outgoing calls to him weighs heavily unanswered. Taking a deep breath, he picks up.
“Hey, Dad. What’s up?” There’s an eager edge to his question and Rafe hates it.
“Rafe, checking in to see how you doin’?” Ward’s deep timbre carries easily through the speaker.
“Good. I’m good.” Rafe looks at the back of the couch, smiling. “Yeah, I’m actually at my girl –”
“Listen, bud,” His father starts. “You got any plans for spring break? Wantcha come down so you can help me start up this new project. It’s a big one.”
Rafe pumps his fist into the air silently, excitement coloring his voice. “No, yeah, totally! I can do that. I’m up for it.”
“You sure? This is legit business and I need you to have a clear head. That means no…partying when you’re here, ‘ight? No funny stuff while we do this. Can you handle that, Rafe?”
It isn’t the serious tone of his father’s gruff voice that has his excitement evaporating. It’s the impending disappointment there like Rafe has already fucked up. Ward giving him a chance and still expecting failure in the end. A flash of hurt burns through but Rafe shakes it off, tells himself that he deserves it considering his track record.
“You can count on me, sir. I swear.”
A pause. Rafe thinks Ward might give encouraging words. A squeeze of a hand for support, words he’s heard him tell Sarah.
Only it’s: “See you soon.” And that’s that.
The dual beep from the phone lets Rafe know Ward’s hung up, just as a ‘love you’ was balancing off his tongue. He must be busy today.
“Who was that?”
Your voice rises from the couch before your head pops up, hair all fluffy and ruffled. Eyes are a bit puffy from sleep as you blink them open. The late afternoon sun creates a soft yellow hue through the windows, catching onto strands of your hair, soaking into your skin. Rafe is momentarily blinded by the view that it takes him a second to respond.  
“My dad.” Carding his fingers through his hair, Rafe smiles as the thrill returns. “He wants me to assist with a new job. This is huge for me!”
Yawning, you stretch and get up from the couch. Rafe keeps his body angled to yours, head nodding along to his babbling as you fill a glass of water.
“If he could see that I’m ready – that I’m ready to get serious, I’ll finally be a part of the Cameron legacy. My legacy. It’s about time he’s bought me into the loop…sure I’ve been tagging along since I could remember but this time, he wants my input. I’ll be able to share my ideas and he’ll have to listen.” He sighs, winded. “It’s too bad I’ll be gone for spring break –”
“Really?”
You’re at the edge of the peninsula, hip leaning against the counter as you take another sip. Your eyes shift from his to elsewhere, fingers drumming an uneven beat. Adjacent to you and with his hands braced on the counter, Rafe slides closer. Spreading his fingers apart to reach out a pinky to stroke your own.
“Don’t miss me too much.”
Scoffing, you swipe your hand away. “As if.” Your face softens a little into curiosity. “What does your dad do again?”
Shock rocks at his heart and it's damn hard to keep it in. He can count on one hand the number of times you’ve shown genuine interest in conversation with him.
“He owns a development company. Operates daily with the construction of buildings and those type of things.”
“Oh.” Your eyes are open and inviting, the slightest tilt in his direction.
Rafe steams on ahead, wanting to keep your attention. “Yeah, he started it all on his own. Born on the other side of the island. Actually made something of himself… unlike those dirty pogues down there now.”
It’s automatic to sneer out the slur. He can’t help the disgust he feels just thinking about that side of town.  
One of your eyebrows raises. “Aren’t you, like, fourth generation to attend UNC?” Your chin juts out. “Wouldn’t that mean your family has had, like enough money to go for so long?”
Rafe could crack a tooth from the grinding of his teeth. You’re not the first to connect the dots but you certainly are one of the few to vocalize it.  
“Third.” Rafe sucks his teeth in. “The Camerons may have started out on the Cut, but they grew to be more middle class. Only the truly elite are on Figure Eight.”
It infuriates him to no end of that simple fact. That just before he was born Ward was making his way through the Cut and into Figure Eight, the right side of the island. Where he – they always belonged.
Your eyes roll with a tilt of your head. “So, not really a pogue, not really a kook. Just an ordinary man like the rest of the world. Y’know, stepping on that island is like being in a fucked up alternate universe.”
“Don’t be dramatic.”
“I am not!” The stomping of your foot says otherwise. “It’s the worst place I’ve ever been.”
“It’s the best place.”
It’s amusing to watch your cheeks puff in frustration. “Only because of the little notoriety your family has there.”
A slow smirk spreads out like elastic, leaning into you. “Well, of course, sweetheart.”
With anyone else, Rafe would be squashing them beneath his shoe like a bug for a comment like that. With you, however…he finds he wants to know all your thoughts regarding him, the good and the bad. Suck in all the information he can, leach off every emotion you hold for him. The anger, the disgust, the begrudging pleasure.
At the same time, Rafe doesn’t have to hide behind a polite smile or use his charm to peruse you. He’s his real self. The most based form of a soul he struggles to hold onto. Wants to lay the shreds of his soul at your feet like a sacrifice, irrevocably intertwined together.
A peculiar look morphs on your face. Like when you’re working through a difficult assignment. Unmoving, focused but this time on him, which is extremely rare. Usually, you shield yourself away in a layer of ice that solidifies you.
“What?”
“What?” You parrot back, lashes blinking rapidly to break your connected gazes.
“What are you thinking about?” He angles his head low to follow your eyes.
Rafe half expects the typical retort of: ‘You don’t need to know all my waking thoughts.’
“Just…Doesn’t everyone on the island think he was a true pouge?”
So, you have listened to his rants before.
“People remember and think what they want to. Ward doesn’t have to answer to any of them.” His eyes narrow. “Why?”
Your fingers begin to fiddle with themselves. Twisting fingers in knots, squeezing the tips in a random pattern.
Again, he asks. “Why’re you so interested?”
“What? Now you’re gonna be mad I’m talking to you?”
Sass is a defense mechanism you use often; one Rafe finds the most annoying but just as addictive to combat with. It continues in his silent stare.
“I guess… I’m just confused why you would want to work with him so badly?” Your tone goes from curious to condescending within a blink of an eye. “If my dad treated me like that, I’d want to be as far away from him as possible.”
The straightening of his spine is immediate. “You don’t know shit about my dad.”
“Just that he treats you like shit –”
“Shut up –”
“Bet he’d love to know his only son is a psychotic rapist!”
His eyes bulge. A moment of stillness that enraptures the both of you. The bickering was reeving him up to ravish you across the countertop. Now, his mind whirls from the total 180 you’ve pulled on him. Never has he heard you utter those condemning words before. Rafe didn’t think you’d succumb to that dark truth, let alone say it out loud.
A scoff hiccups deep from his chest. “What fucking proof you got of that, sweetheart?” Shifting closer, your face pinches in as Rafe leers, “Your wet cunt cumming each time I force it in?”
It’s a low blow you take with stride, a flinch before you're sneering. “What about that little coke problem of yours?”
There.
There it is.
The real reason you’ve gone down this path of conversation. Nosing your way into things pretty girls like you shouldn’t concern yourself with. Much less with the intention set in your shoulders.
“You trying to blackmail me?” The chuckle comes low, barely a sound of amusement. “Oh, honey,” Rafe mocks. “You didn’t know he already knows?”
The façade of your bravado crumbles, a half step taken back with weary eyes. He tsks and cocks his head back, disappointed. With a sudden swing of his arm, the back of his hand knocks your glass of water to the other side of the room. The shattering of glass and your shriek harmonize, creating the perfect symphony to his sudden charging to you, arms an unknown mix until he shoves you against the wall.
Both hands hold your throat. Nails pierce his skin and scratch along the length trying to find a better leverage. The squeezing doesn’t stop until your eyes are pleading and swimming in the dark waters of fear.
“I may be a fuck up but I’m still his son.” Jerkily releasing you, your head wobbles on your neck. Hands barricading you in, Rafe lowers his head until your noses touch. Your panting breaths feed his next ones in.
“Don’t threaten me if you can’t back. It. Up!” His final warning is yelled, vibrating against your lips as his palms smack beside your head with each pointed word.
Your tears have gone unnoticed until you curl to the side and his lips taste the salty moisture upon your skin. Normally, the sight of them would soften his anger and harden his cock, leading the situation to hot make-up sex.
It isn’t enough. Not today.
Not when his future is within his grasp, his for the taking. Not with the knowledge of you trying to get rid of him, the idea as pointless as it is terrifying. Going to desperate measures when you should be desperate for him.
With a practiced move, Rafe retches your hair between tightened knuckles and pulls until your neck is a long arch and facing him. He ignores the pain-filled yelp and weak hands patting his chest.
“You want me to force you? Is that it, baby, huh?” Rafe hisses.
He hauls you down until your knees fold beneath you. A sick delight like seasickness rolls down to his groin as he growls. Weak defiance lives in your eyes, frowning with his name on your tongue. It's a tug of war between Rafe’s hand and your struggle to rise, keeping your hair taunt. It’s the sight of him unzipping his fly that has you hitting his thighs with a renewed alarm.
“Rafe! Stop it –”
“Keep fightin’ and you’re only gonna make it worse f’yourself.” Rafe warns another yank just to hear you shriek.
Fisting the base of his cock, he pulls it out through the opening. He aims for your mouth, but you cringe making the tip smear on your chin. Rafe tuts, guiding your head right where he wants, and flexes his arm, sure to hold you in place.
“C’mon n’ open up,” he drawls. “Take your punishment.”
Stroking up to the tip, his thumb sweeps along the ridge and tilts his hips forward, hovering just above those plush lips. Tapping the red flesh on your closed mouth, Rafe splays his hand on your chin and squeezes on the delicate bones until your jaw unhinges with a wail to relieve the pain.
Like a serpent striking, he’s pushing in before you can react. Bumping against the roof of your mouth, the rigids of your hard palate make him jerk with sensitivity and envelop the next few inches. The hot, wet rush has sparks crackling up his spine. All that heat and anger spirals down to his cock, the need to claim brooding in his balls. Grunting your name with each gag you give, his thumb caresses the corner of your lip as he watches enthralled.
A part of him wants to take his time. Use gentle strokes to coax your mouth open, train you with patience to swallow his cock just right.
Instead with a mean smirk, Rafe plunges half his cock in. The clenching of your throat makes it hard to go in deeper, the constriction of your resistance inflames his pleasure. The underside of his dick feels the rippling of your tongue like a wave, chasing after it eagerly. Your high-pitched whines are muffled by the weight of him, gargles of air getting blocked as he teases the opening of your throat.
“Can’t believe I’ve gone this long without fucking that mouth of yours.”
Saliva accumulates, thick and slippery as his cock triggers your gag reflex, spit dribbling down your jaw. Your drool coats him to create a smooth glide, lower abdomen tensing, and stuffing further in. Such a pretty sight seeing you like this, gurgling and coughing between the space of your cheeks and his cock. Eyelashes clumped, a darkening hue on your cheeks, small fistfuls of his jeans. Your gagging clinches your throat, locking him in tight before it flutters open.
Rafe allows you to pull back far enough to catch a breath. Coughing out into shaky inhales, lips puffy from abuse and slicked with combined spit and precum. Standing above you like this gives him the most delicious view of your stretched neck. From the tip of your chin to the swell of your cleavage in an expanse of skin that should be carved into marble.
Words tangle as you stutter and gasp, Rafe hushing you with faux tenderness. “I’m going to fuck ya throat now…”
Weaving his fingers once more into your hair, Rafe pushes back into your avoiding mouth. Your fighting ignites a primal urge of take, take, take within him. A bloating want fills his void. Sticky and black as tar that he wants to pour onto you, anoint you with his devoted desecration.
There is little mercy with the pistoling of his hips, ass clenching in pointed thrusts. Mummering encouragements of that’s it, such a good girl and various pitches of your name, Rafe feeds you his length with a fevered urgency. The squelching of his dick opening your throat layers with his low moans, watching as each inch disappears until your lips are kissing his pelvis.
His hips jerk involuntarily as a tickling of pleasure jolts him, your wet bottom lip moving on the sensitive spot just below his base and above his heavy balls. It feels so good and you’re not even actively sucking on him. Just a soft wet home for him to press in farther, another place he has laid claim to.
Fringes of hair droop between his eyes, almost hunched over as he pulls his hips to ram back in. Wet spots glisten on your chest, staining your tank top. A relentless pace fueled by rage and an ache.
“Fuck – ah – I’m gonna cum.” Rafe says hoarsely and tilts his head back if only to starve off his orgasm by looking away. “My good lil’ slut…swallow my cum.”
Angling your head up, Rafe slides his cock down all the way to the root. Grip tightening on your head, he rocks side to side to wiggle in as much as he can. You're choking helplessly as he fucks so deep, it feels like he might reach your heart. One hand skates down to your neck and palms the bulge, holding it there to experience the swell of it. Minuscule thrusts nudge the back wall of your esophagus, his thumb rubs up and down where the head sits.
The scrunching of your eyes and difficult breaths boosts his ego but he needs to see you. Needs you to see him.
“Look at me.” His fingers press in painfully. Eyes flickering half open, the devastation set in your irises kindles his breaking point. “Ugh,” he grunts your name like gravel between his teeth.
Stilling in the depths of you, Rafe cums.  
Your muscles intuitively constrict and swallow, suctioning him with hot, white pleasure. The wet of your cheeks is like velvet as you drink his cum.
Seconds or minutes pass before he loosens his hold. Loud choking fits break between your breathing once you're free from his cock, covered in a layer of drool and residual cum. Rafe pets your hair, trying to smooth out the knots he’s made.
You’re still crying as he calms down from his high, face nuzzling into his hip to hide. God, he’s going to get hard again with you looking so pathetic.
“Did you learn your lesson, pretty angel?” Dragging rough fingers through your hair, he bunches a handful and barely pulls, your neck like a snapped cord as your head flops back. An index finger tenderly traces down your cheek to your swollen lips.
“Any more empty threats and I’ll rape your mouth until you pass out.”
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milksnake-tea · 9 months
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Can I request a yandre Nanook and yaoshi and god /aeon reader the reader is like that unknown god in genshin impact that can control time and destiny
What if Nanook had a fascination about this aeon and slowly developing an obsession with them and yaoshi being the same and would bless their devoting followers
to chase destiny.
characters: nanook, yaoshi
contains: YANDERE CHARAS, obsessive behavior, stalking, manipulation, brainwashing(?), unhealthy relationships, power dynamics(?), vaguely religious language (nothing heavy, it comes with the aeons stuff lol)
a/n: mmmmm yandere aeons <333 love that for them. ngl i kinda forgot about the time part so this is primarily focused on the destiny part so yahoo!
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...follows you like an incessant plague. Wherever you go, wherever you may run, they and their Antimatter Legion follow, bringing destruction and devastation with them.
Nanook first met you in the early days of their existence as an Aeon. Back then, they were but a young one, still weak in the eyes of the others. Back then, they saw you as another obstacle in their Path, another nuisance.
But then, in a clash between you two, Nanook witnessed your abilities for the first time. In the midst of a Legion invasion, a battle that was sure to end in the destruction of another planet, you managed to turn the tide. Your hands weaved a different path, a path that destroyed Nanook's forces and forced them to retreat.
Just one word from you, and fate was reversed. Just one sweep of your pen, and a losing battle was won.
The image of you that day is forever etched into Nanook's mind, burned into their memory. You, powerful, beautiful, and the cold glare of your eyes as you met their gaze. You, the weaver of fate itself.
You were the key to purifying the world of the cancer of civilization. You were the missing piece they never knew they needed. With your power, Nanook could create a perfect, clean world.
They would like nothing more other than to take you away for themself, to lock you away in a separate realm from the rest. But alas, you are older, stronger than they were.
But Nanook wasn't one to give up. As the Aeon of Destruction, they have many other Aeons as enemies, such as Xipe or Yaoshi. They knew how to get their way, even if they would have to fight tooth and claw for it.
And so they follow you. They stalk you throughout the galaxies, chasing you much like the Hunt would. Any planet that has the misfortune to garner even the slightest glance from you is reduced to rubble, for Nanook despises the mere idea of your attention being on anything other than them.
The person they hate the most is Elio, the seer that you've seemingly blessed with your favor. If it weren't for your protection, Nanook would've killed him - blessing him with a long, torturous, drawn-out death with you as their audience.
But it's fine in the end. In the end, Nanook will have their way. They will take you, no matter what it takes. And when they finally do, only then can an untainted world be made.
You may claim to change destiny, but Nanook knows that the future can be changed by those with enough ambition, enough drive.
They isolate you, crushing both the people and the worlds you love. They whisper in your mind of how the greed and hubris of civilization weren't worth saving, and show you only the ugliest parts of humanity. Their words cloud and befuddle your mind with distrust, fear, and abhorrence towards the sentient species.
Soon, your loom of fate becomes tangled in their hands, and Nanook is the one who pulls the strings. They are the only one you can trust, clean from ugliness and impurity. They are all you need. And in return for your power, they offer a faux love.
You watch from within their embrace as the universe crumbles into nothing, watch as countries and planets collapse.
This is how things should be, they whisper, feeling nothing in their heart as they hold you. This is the right way of the world.
And you believe them.
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...is an insufferable thorn in your side. Yaoshi yearns for a paradise free from suffering and despair, a paradise that wouldn't be complete without you.
Ever since the day they saw you, they've known. Their heart that loved each and every being in the universe, bloomed for you, longed for you.
They weren't sure just what had attracted them to you so badly, but Yaoshi didn't think they needed to. There was never a need for a reason to love, was there?
Every day, every hour, without fail, Yaoshi clings to your side. You could try to foresee their movements, forcing them away from you, but even you were not free from the cruelty of fate. Yaoshi would always find you, arms open for an embrace as they fill your space with promises and sweet words.
Let us make a paradise together, they'd propose, taking you into their arms as they coo into your ear, caressing your arms with their fingers. Think of what we could do, what we could bring to the galaxies.
Yaoshi is convinced that you were meant to be theirs, the gateway to a world ridden of death and disease. With your power alongside theirs, no one would have to suffer any longer.
The only problem was that you were a little stubborn. No matter, for Yaoshi was patient. They knew you wanted to bring salvation to the universe alongside them, you were just a bit scared of venturing outside your script.
Yaoshi wears you down bit by bit. First, they guilt trip you. They lament over the pitiful mortals, succumbing to disease and war. Perhaps if you had taken them up on their offer, those mortals would be alive and happy right now. They remind you about the lives you could've saved. Yaoshi never outright says it, but you know that subtly, they call you selfish for ignoring the plight of the weak.
Then, they gain the favor of your followers. They bless your devotees with immortality, curing them of any disease or injury they may come across. They coddle and care for them, so that even when Yaoshi isn't physically by your side, your followers who sing them praises constantly remind you of them.
It's even worse when Yaoshi is present. As your followers gush about your so-called love, a love you don't ever recall partaking in, Yaoshi preens at your side, holding onto your arm as a noble lady would her lover.
And as they do, they whisper into your ears, crooning like a venomous snake.
Play along, they murmur, playing with your hair as they kiss your temple. You don't want to disappoint them, do you?
And so you do. You play the role of lover to Yaoshi, forced to give up your pen and your being to the Abundance.
Even though you know of the despair that would eventually come of immortality, you are powerless to stop it, lest you face the scorn of your people.
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frosts-intuition · 7 months
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Private Displays of Affection - Aeons Ver.
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Pairings: Lan, Nanook, & Qlipoth x GN!Reader (separately)
W.C: >600
Content: You receive affection from your unaffectionate partner
Context: hugging (lan), massages (nanook), carrying (qlipoth)
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Lan
“Do you need a break, Lan?” You ask the Aeon of the Hunt when you realize they stopped their running.
Instead of answering, Lan turns around to you, and lifts a hand. You took the hand gladly and they helped you get off their back wordlessly. Still holding your hand, Lan guided you to the front of them.
You followed gracefully, your eyes never leaving your Arbiter as you got in front of them. Sometimes when you both stand eye-to-eye with one another, it seems like time in the world stops, and it was just the two of you standing there.
With no hesitation, Lan raises their other arm and wraps it around your waist, pulling you in for a tight hug. You quickly wrapped your arms around their neck, letting go of the hand hold, allowing the aeon to wrap their other arm around you.
They then leaned forward until their crown was touching yours. “I miss you.” 
You then laughed to yourself a bit, realizing that your partner was just touch starved and wanted affection.
You leaned up as well, placing a kiss onto their mask. “I miss you too.”
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Nanook
Uncharacteristically enough, Nanook likes to have their hands on you when two are alone. Not in a sexual way, but they do take time to massage your shoulders and neck, the two big areas of you that you always complain of aching the most.
Whenever the two of you have a moment to yourselves, away from the ravagers and the antimatter legion, you would make sure that all that Nanook thinks about is you.
“A bit lower.” You suggest, feeling Nanooks thumbs work wonders on the back of your neck as you sat on their lap.
They followed your suggestion, lowering their hands to a certain area on your neck, making you immediately release a moan.
“Right there...” You moaned out, your eyes shutting as bliss flows through your body as you raised your head.
Nanook sometimes couldn’t believe just how defenseless you are towards them. They could easily snap your neck right now, but they couldn’t bring themselves to do it.
The way you look at them and the way you have enchanted them is something that they can’t understand, but couldn’t bring themselves to do anything about it.
Nanook then leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “Better?”
“Better.”
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Qlipoth
The only time Qlipoth allows you to ever carry them is if you two are literally aeons away from the other aeons. It was hard at first to pick them up because they are a giant rocklife form, but after some time, you were able to pick them up with ease.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this again.” Qlipoth grumbled as they felt themself being picked up from behind.
There was you, peeking around from the back with a wide smile on your face, laughing.
“I think some praises are in order.” You smiled at them. “It’s so easy carrying you now.”
Qlipoth looks around at the stars before sighing to themself. They don’t have the heart to tell you that they were manipulating themselves a bit so you can carry them with ease. 
Seeing your sad face when you couldn’t, made their heart break.
“Good job.” They say to you. “Now put me down.”
And you did just that, not wanting to make your lover any more uncomfortable.
“Wanna carry me, now?” You asked them with an expected look on your face.
Without a word, Qlipoth then picks you up in their arms, causing you to laugh as they continue on through the stars and suns.
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toranesu · 10 months
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ur kafka and blade post had my mind running sm. so i had this rlly nasty thought abt fucking them in some tight space while they're on a mission. like, even if the mission was urgent, who were they to say no to your greediness?
anon i love you for this i would 100% grope blade's ass or stare at kafka's crotch while fighting like hello??? sir, ma'am, i'm gonna need some time to control my cock (i got too into this and made it too long mb 💀)
sub bottom blade + sub bottom kafka x dom top gn reader | cw. semi-public sex, groping, reader is a greedy pervert, polyamory relationship, amab reader but cock can be interpreted as strap, riding, squirting, supposedly a quickie.
"enjoying the view, gorgeous?" she gives you a smug smile, right as she killed off an enemy. of course kafka would be the first to notice it. your eyes glued on her crotch while she shoots those antimatter engions and voidrangers. the way her chest bounces when she moves— isn't she just riling you up on purpose at this point?
you shrug in response and follow blade into the next room. you had been appointed by elio to go on a mission in herta's space station, to invade the control room and find some sort of information, to be exact. you didn't really get any of the details, but said yes anyway cuz why would anyone say no to spending time with their not one, but two sexy lovers.
it has been a while since the three of you last fucked, now that you think of it. no wonder you're so pent up... another enemy shows up, blade's taking care of it. the way his ass is just glaring at you from behind, his perfectly curved waist, his chest— why is it so big? he's gotta be at least a D cup.
the enemy dies and you can't help yourself. before you realize it, your hand lands on blade's ass, squeezing the soft, refined mound of flesh. you didn't mean to! you were going to hold his waist and praise him for his technique... really!
blade flinches at your touch, his face heating up while his body tenses. you- right now, seriously? that's basically what's going on in his mind. he wants to react but, your hand on his ass does feel nice.
"ah? having fun without me? that's mean," kafka approaches, closing and locking the door behind her. "you aren't hogging them for yourself, are you bladie?" she hums, looking at the two of you, precisely with your hand still on blade's ass.
blade flushes and looks at her with a frown, attempting to defend himself. "no i-" you cut him off, pulling kafka by her waist and wrapping kissing her neck (which she willingly exposed to you).
"come on, let me have my fun. we haven't done it in ages. i'm suffering out here, y'know?" you groan, it being slightly muffled by the fact that you're basically smothering yourself in kafka's neck. she smells nice.
blade leans into you, pulling your arm from his ass to around his waist as well. kafka smiles at you, ruffling your hair fondly, "yeah? missed us, didn't you?" fuck, she's always so smug. it's so weakening and so.. arousing. makes you want to put her in her place, doesn't it? she knows it and she loves it.
"we're in a secluded area," blade finally lets out his voice, letting out soft breaths, his hand resting on yours while your arm is around his waist. "everyone must have retreated by now. i want to.." he mumbles, a bit quiet but loud enough for you and kafka to hear.
blade had never been so vocal about his wants and needs, so the fact that he's admitting it at all must mean he's been all pent up too. how cute.
"aw, blade," you coo, letting go of your hand on kafka's waist and putting it on blade's cheek, kissing his lips endearingly. he lets out a low moan at your affection, his hand still on yours.
kafka smiles endearingly at the two of you before sighing loudly, getting in the middle of you. "no more stalling. i've been waiting on this too. i'm waiting for one of you to fuck me already, you know?"
"sorry bladie, you don't mind me going first, right?" kafka lets out a heavy breath, her walls clamping down on you. she's so warm and tight... oh how you missed this.
it's not really efficient to fuck in the storage room of someone else's space station, but you'll take it. you're sitting down leaning against the wall, kafka with her clothes discarded sitting on your dick, tits looking bouncy and magnificent, her eyes half lidded while she bounces on your cock—blade's leaning on your shoulder, your hand on his dick, he's moaning softly as your hand rubs his leaking slit. fuck, this is heavenly.
kafka is having the time of her life. she absolutely adores riding you, your dick reaches the deepest parts of her, brushing against her cervix everytime you thrust inside. she enjoys the way you're under her, moaning as she makes you feel good.
but you only have a limited size of self control, using your other hand to grip kafka's hip and thrust inside her, making her moan loudly in ecstasy. you're deep inside her, the way your dick drags in and out her soaking pussy— ahh, she can't get enough of this.
"fuck, if- if we weren't on an urgent mission i would've loved to eat you out before this, kaf," you breathe out between moans, she's so warm and welcoming, your dick could melt inside her (or maybe she's just a whore).
kafka laughs breathily, holding your shoulder and groaning as she pushes herself down on you. "ah, y-yeah? what makes you think i'd let you?" always so cocky. dumb brat needs to be put in her place.
you kiss blade's cheek before letting go of his weeping cock, both your hands grabbing kafka's hips and slamming her down on you repeatedly. she lets out loud moans, her legs trembling and her toes curling. "what a fucking brat. so cocky when all you want is my dick. aren't you just my whore, princess?" you groan, continuing to fuck into her like a madman.
she can't even make a snarky reply at that point. her whole body is trembling, her tits bouncing, she's squealing and moaning, drool slipping past her mouth. but then your hand reaches to squeeze one of her breasts before pinching her clit— fuck. she throws her head back and squirts all over you, leaving you soaking wet from her fluids.
you groan at the sight and give her a kiss on the lips before pulling out of her, earning a dissapointed sigh as you lean her down on the wall next to you. kafka's had her fun, now you gotta take care of your neglected sweet boy right beside you. blade's panting at the sight, already stretching himself out for you and mewling when he feels your eyes on him.
he's waited all this long and even prepared himself for you! what a good boy. you kiss blade's swollen lips, poor boy must've been biting back his moans to not disturb you and kafka. he's so sweet.
"blade," you coo, brushing the hair out of his face. he lets out a small 'mm' at your voice, letting you hold his hips while he straddles you. he blushes lightly and holds your still hard dick, aligning it with his stretched out hole. he needs you, he needs you bad.
you rub circles on his hip as he steadily sinks himself down on your cock, breathing heavily and scrunching his eyes at the feeling that he oh so craved. he moans when you're fully inside him, leaning his head on your shoulder and letting out heavy breaths, adjusting to your size.
you kiss the top of his head and run your fingers through his hair, your other hand rubbing circles on his hip. "there we go, good boy. doing so good for me, yeah?" you whisper, soothing him as he moans at your words, lightly rolling his hips against yours. "take your time to adjust, move when you're ready, okay?" you remind him. the mission was urgent; sure, as much as this should be a quickie, you can't just force your dick in someone's hole!
after a short while, blade starts moving, rolling his hips against yours steadily before starting to bounce up and down your cock. he whimpers and moans, trying to keep his voice down— unlike someone who couldn't even bother (not like you could either). this takes you back to the first time you had sex with him, he's so shy, so quiet, holding in his voice. it's so so adoring, you think.
you pepper kisses onto blade's chest and collarbone, letting him fuck himself on you while you hold his hips to help steady him. he looks so pretty when he's breathless above you like this— both him and kafka do.
"so pretty, blade," you groan out, nipping his jaw while he continues to bounce on you, matching your thrusts. he really was ethereal... eyes half lidded, mouth parted open. you can't get enough of this.
you gotta end things fast though, the mission's still important. kafka had gotten you close to your climax already so now you're even closer, feeling your dick twitch in blade.
you kiss blade's shoulder softly, fucking into him while your other hand reaches towards his neglected cock. blade mewls as he feels you stroke his dick, getting him close to his own ejaculation. your hips nor his stop thrusting, your hand stroking his dick at the same pace.
"cumming– hng, i'm c-cumming," blade slurrs, nipping onto your shoulder and moaning, his dick twitching in your hold.
you kiss the shell of his ear, whispering, "cum for me, blade." and with that, he releases in your hand, his walls clenching around you tightly as he moans in ecstasy.
"good boy," you kiss blade's sweaty forehead before getting him off of you, sitting him down next to you and palming yourself, chasing your own release.
"hello?? kafka? blade? [name]? where are you? did you get the stuff?" the voice of a familiar hacker reaches your ears.
you curse under your breath, "oh fuck."
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sobredunia · 21 hours
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Hey guys is it just me or are the stars in the sky looking a bit weirder than usual
Alt version + tagging of the creators of all the starlos under the cut
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I was messing with this static filter thing and ngl it looks neat
anyways. tagging avalanche time. Left to right up to down
RustyRedemption!Starlo by EldritchDream_ on twitter (THE BODY/PLANT HORROR IS JUST *chefs kiss*) edit: THEY HAVE A TUMBLR THEY HAVE A TUMBLR THEY GET TO SEE THIS LET'S GOOOOO @eldritchdream99 LOOK!! ITS UR SILLY!!!
AntiMatter!Starlo by ghoulishthingz on twitter (I KNOW YOUR NAME NOW FUCKER. v good one ngl it fucks severely)
Hero!Starlo by @zedleaked (he b t-posing baybeyy)
Goldstar by @s0ckh3adstudios (fun fact I named the layer he's on "I miss my husband Tails". also this is the first time i've drawn him. and yet i've drawn utg chujin thrice already which i think says something. not sure what but it says something)
Gilded!Starlo by @moreworldliness (I LOVE HIM SOSO MUCH I JUST WANT HIM TO BE OKAY PLEASE)
VOACT!Starlo by mee :3
Sirius by @here1snyan (I don't need to explain myself you already know how insane this man makes me you've seen the dog art)
Nebula by @llamapear (THE FUCKING GUY OF ALL TIME)
Starry screen buddy by @therealcallmekd (i love his girl outfit i had to draw it)
Fell!Starlo by @pantamonte (he's so silly i want to see him flattened by a steam roller /pos)
Lover's amalgamate by @silverika326 (literally obsessed with this concept you dont even know. ive wanted to draw them for so long)
Devotion!Starlo by @specklx (really proud of how the pose came out ngl. he serves so much cunt)
Apollo by @vastrophel (not exactly a starlo but the design fucks how could i not draw him)
Cat!Starlo by @fivepedal (i lov. kimty :3 )
Starfell by @stringsbasement-vitale (he gives off ACAB vibes you just know he'd be a redswap starlo hater)
Redswap!Starlo by @wist-eri (I'm sorry i had to do it. i have literally never drawn this man in a serious situation/taking the situation seriously and I'm not gonna start now)
Hollow!Starlo by @floataaaa (literally the design of all time i love him)
Alright that's all of them. I have drawn so many stars my god
also. art taglist time
@rotkad @sansxfuckyou @blackfright @beetroot-merchant @ashs-hellhole @h3xt0r @bree-sae @helloidkwhatimdoing-0 @zecrisketch
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just-another-josh · 4 months
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Maroon
“You ARE using Myriad.”
“Lena, what are you doing here?”
“Question is, what are you doing here, Supergirl? I thought it was forbidden to use Myriad but forbidden for anyone but you.”
“There are people missing, dozens of them stuck in Obsidian's VR. I have to find them.”
“There are other ways to find people than Myriad. I can think of four off the top of my head, but you, you do what you want.”
“What I'm doing is finding people your brother disappeared.”
“Do you have any proof that it was Lex…no, I didn't think so. You just return to your default position of blaming a Luthor. You did tell me you'd treat me like a villain.”
“If you acted like one, yeah, I did say that. And right now, you're trespassing, and I don't have time for this. You need to go.”
“I'll leave when you stop using Myriad.”
“That's not gonna happen.”
“To think that I was sincere with you yesterday. Then I guess you're used to being two-faced.”
Kara stared blankly at the ceiling. When she arrived home, she hadn’t even bothered to get out of her Super-suit. She skipped her fridge, her appetite nonexistent. Hell, she hadn’t even bothered to turn the lights on, instead opting to faceplant into her bed.
It had been a miserable day…. scratch that, an exceptionally miserable day.
Now, mind you, not the worst day of her life; that distinguished honor belonged solely to the day she watched her planet die. Today wasn’t worse than the day Astra died, or the day Reign beat her into a coma, or the day she watched an antimatter wave destroy Argo (yes, it was later restored, but she didn’t know that at the time). 
No, today’s suffering ranked somewhere between dating Mon-El and Alex having her memories of Kara’s secret identity removed, less about death and destruction and more about emotional damage.
It all started yesterday: Lena had come to her office and offered her condolences regarding Jeremiah’s death, even going so far as to provide her a copy of “Going On Being” to help her through the grieving process. It was an emotional albeit awkward exchange, but it was the first time since Lena had stolen Myriad that the two of them had spoken without any underlying hostility. It was the first time Kara had seen a glimmer of the old Lena; with all the warmth, kindness, and compassion that she knew her former best friend once felt toward her. There was no sign of hate or malice in her voice, just sympathy and understanding.
Rao, she even called her ‘Kara’.
It gave Kara hope. Hope that maybe this was Lena’s way of offering an olive branch. Hope that things weren’t so far gone between them that they couldn’t mend the bridge that had been razed by their lies. More importantly, hope that Kara could reveal to Lena all the other secrets that the CEO was still unaware of.
Unfortunately, today’s encounters with Lex, the Morae, the baby Sun-Eater, and Lena’s impromptu visit to the Fortress of Solitude had laid waste to Kara’s burgeoning hope.
If Kara was being honest with herself, the issues with Lex, the Morae, and Kal’s pet Sun-Eater (they were going to have a very long, unpleasant conversation about that the next time she saw him) were nothing exceptional, just an average Tuesday in the life of a Super. What kept her mind stuck in a cycle of self-flagellation was her argument with Lena. She continued to replay the conversation in her head and the more she dissected it, the angrier she became at herself.
To put it succinctly, she’d been stupid.
What she said was stupid.
What she did was stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
There were dozens of other things she could have said or done during their confrontation. Instead, she continued to throw more gasoline on the inferno their relationship had become. At this point, she’d lost count of how many asinine mistakes she’d made since Lena had entered her life.
The look on Lena’s face when she discovered she was using Myriad continued to haunt her. She could see anger, betrayal, and worst of all, disappointment written all over the CEO’s face. Kara continued to torture herself trying to figure out what Lena was most disappointed about. Was it Kara’s perceived hypocrisy regarding Myriad or was it her dismissive attitude towards Lena’s objections to her using it?
It occurred to her that maybe Lena put just as much value as she did in their conversation at CatCo the previous day. Maybe she was just as hopeful that they were on their way to repairing their tattered relationship, only to have the possibility utterly crushed.
All Kara knew at this point was that any chance of mending her broken heart had been ripped away and she had no one to blame but herself.
Compounding all of this was a nagging question that was quickly forcing its way into the forefront of Kara’s thoughts; something Lena had said during their brief tête-à-tête. It was a throwaway observation that Lena had made that, at the time, had been overshadowed by much more biting, cruel remarks. On the surface, it seemed completely benign, but as Kara often did, she pulled the statement apart piece by piece hoping to find if there was something she was missing. Some hidden clue that might provide her with a way to unfuck the situation.
Kara’s frustration was maxing out her patience. Under normal circumstances, if she was confused by something someone had said, she’d just ask them for clarification. But that wasn’t possible with Lena. She’d made it very clear that Kara was persona non grata at both her penthouse and L-Corp. She’d be pissed if Kara showed up unannounced at either location just to ask her to explain her comment. It would be reckless and stupid to just fly to wherever Lena was and confront her. She would have to be out of her mind to even contemplate being within a hundred yards of Lena after what transpired today.
Right?
Well…it would be if Kara didn’t have a plan.
A plan like the one she had just come up with.
Kara shut her eyes and tuned out the cacophony of sounds surrounding her to find a very specific heartbeat.
Kara sprung from her bed and made a mad dash to grab her cellphone off the kitchen counter; rapidly pulling up Alex’s contact.
*****
After a quick stop at the Tower to pick up the “package” that Alex had prepared for her, Kara continued on to her final destination.
Two hundred yards out from Lena’s penthouse, Kara’s super-hearing picked up the sound of proximity sensors alerting Lena to her approach. She heard Lena’s heartbeat spike at the automated notification accompanied shortly thereafter by a few sniffles. It sounded like the CEO was or had recently been crying. As much as Kara wanted to use her x-ray vision to confirm her suspicions, she didn’t want to violate Lena’s privacy any further than she already had by showing up unannounced.
Kara started getting nervous that Lena wasn’t going to come out, but before her anxiety could spiral any further, her former best friend emerged from the hallway; her gait as she approached the sliding glass door leading to the balcony indicated she was less than pleased with Kara’s impromptu visit. Kara was too distracted to notice Lena’s aggressive approach; her attention firmly focused on Lena’s attire. The CEO was clad in the same suit she wore when she confronted Kara in the Fortress earlier that day. Too distracted at the time to give it more than a passing glance, all the air escaped Kara’s lungs now that she was able to get a thorough view. She couldn’t help but admire the sharp, formfitting cut of the dark-hued suit, but her focus quickly shifted to the scintillating top that accompanied it. Kara licked her suddenly dry lips as she regarded the lace, floral print mock-neck top, and more importantly, the way it hugged Lena’s body like a second skin. She looked every bit the powerful, commanding, confident CEO. In Kara’s eyes, she looked like a goddess and, as far as Kara was concerned, she deserved to be worshipped like one.
Kara’s appreciation (appropriate or not, she couldn’t decide), was quickly tempered by the sobering thought that not too long ago, she would’ve been able to gush to Lena about how handsome she looked. Lena, as per usual, would try to take the compliment in stride, but her blushing cheeks and elevated heartbeat would give away how much she appreciated it.
But that was a lifetime ago, or what seemed like one. Until yesterday, Kara hadn’t been able to be in the same room as her without Lena’s resentment, pain, and feelings of betrayal enveloped them both, much less pay her a compliment about how stunning she looked.
Kara’s attention was quickly drawn back to reality as Lena stepped onto the balcony; the CEO was brandishing a very large blaster cannon. The cannon was clearly one of Lena’s custom jobs as it appeared to be constructed with an amalgam of alien parts.
“I don’t have time for any more of your bullshit, Supergirl!” Lena’s rage was on full display; her adrenaline infused heart thundered loudly. “You have five seconds to get the hell out of my airspace or I start shooting!” Lena furiously demanded.
So much for the warm welcome. Not that Kara expected one, but this…seemed a bit over the top.
Kara apparently wasn’t moving fast enough to comply with Lena’s command. The CEO activated the cannon and pointed it at Kara. “It’s not Kryptonite and it won’t kill you, but it’s got enough kick to knock you on your perfectly sculpted ass!”
Kara tilted her head to the side, confusion etched on her face from the off-hand comment. She decided to file it away for another day when she saw an orange glow coming from the cannon’s muzzle and Lena cocking her head to sight-in her target.
It was now or never.
“Would have helped me?” Kara yelled out.
“What?” Lena’s position remained unchanged.
“You said back at the Fortress that you knew at least four different ways to find the trapped Obsidian users, would you have helped me if I’d asked?” Kara did her best to keep her voice steady, hoping that Lena wouldn’t pick up on her anxiety.
Lena seemed taken aback by the question. Her brows furrowed, jaw clenched, and green eyes locked on Kara as she considered the question. Kara remained silent, floating quietly and not making any effort to get closer to the balcony. The quiet stand-off continued for another minute before Kara noticed Lena’s hands begin shaking from beneath the cannon. Kara could see the internal struggle going on inside Lena based on the conflicted look on the brunette’s face. Lena’s breathing intensified and her heartbeat became more rapid. Anyone who didn’t know the CEO’s facial tics would say she looked like she was in physical pain, but Kara knew better. She knew Lena’s logical side was currently warring with her emotions. She also knew that the best thing to do when Lena got into this type of headspace was to shut up and patiently wait for her to reengage.
With a flash of gnashed teeth and a frustrated growl, Lena powered down the cannon and lowered it to her side. Her eyes remained locked on Kara’s, but the tense look on her face softened into a resigned expression. She breathed out a long sigh, shut her eyes, and hesitantly nodded.
Kara let loose a relieved sigh and allowed herself a small grin. She regained Lena’s attention and motioned towards the balcony. “May I?”
Lena rolled her eyes and made an overdramatic wave signaling Kara to land. She unceremoniously dropped the laser cannon atop the smooth surface of the railing and turned back to face the slowly descending Kryptonian.
Kara’s boots lightly padded on the balcony as she landed; the hero made sure to allow Lena plenty of personal space. Despite the distance between them, Kara was able to confirm her theory when she first arrived: Lena had indeed been crying; evidenced by her puffy, red eyes.
Lena squared her shoulders and leveled Kara with a glare that fell somewhere between annoyed and homicidal; Kara was hoping it was closer to the former. “So what is it tonight, Supergirl? Begging for forgiveness or threatening me again?” Kara flinched from the blatant hostility. The scowl on Lena’s face drove a red-hot poker through Kara’s heart.
“No, nothing like that.” Kara reached into her belt and produced a flash drive. “I came to bring you this,” she said as she held up the pinky-sized device for Lena to view.
Lena cast a suspicious look towards Kara. “What is that?”
Kara contemplated pointing out that it was a flash drive but refrained; Lena was clearly not in a joking mood. “It’s a copy of the database from the Tower. Incident reports, field reports, surveillance footage, research, psych profiles, intelligence reports…basically everything we’ve compiled since the creation of Earth-Prime.”
Lena covered her surprise behind a loud throat clearing. “Intelligence reports on what exactly?”
Kara knew this would be the first thing Lena would focus on and had her response pre-loaded. “Obsidian, Andrea, Ben Lockwood, The DEO, Leviathan, Eve Teschmacher, Lex-”
“Of course,” Lena interrupted, practically sneering.
Kara ignored the comment. “And you,” she finished, locking eyes with Lena.
Lena’s mouth gaped open at Kara’s admission but she quickly regained her composure, her expressionless veneer now firmly in place. “Why are you giving this to me?”
Kara nervously chewed her bottom lip.  Her plan really didn’t involve a well thought out and rehearsed speech; Kara knew she would have forgotten every line once she faced Lena. Instead, she decided to let her words be guided by a singular directive:
Tell her the truth.
“I’m putting all my…our cards on the table so you can have an idea of what we’re up against. I want you to review the information and draw your own conclusions…then…maybe you can figure out where you fit into all this, instead of me telling you where you should be.” Lena remained silent; her face completely unreadable. Kara fought to mirror Lena’s stoicism but couldn’t hide her slight fidget. “And, selfishly, we could really use your help. The team hasn’t been the same since you…left.”
“Something tells me your sister would be less than thrilled if she found out you were giving me this.”
“Who do you think helped me put this together?” Kara said proudly, not even trying to hide her smile.
“You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t believe you,” Lena bit back.
Kara’s smile quickly disappeared, replaced by a crestfallen look. “That’s fair.” She forced herself to meet Lena’s icy glare head-on. “And why should you? All I’ve done is tell you that you should trust me and then shown you the complete opposite with my actions.”
“Is that why you’re giving that to me?” Lena nodded toward the flash drive still in Kara’s hand. “Is that your grand gesture to show your trustworthiness?”
Kara shrugged her shoulders, a sad smile on her face. “It would be great if you genuinely saw it that way but, no, there’s no strings attached.”
“Seems a bit risky to trust such sensitive information to a villain.” Lena’s voice was pure venom.
Kara involuntarily shuttered, a chill running through her spine at Lena’s brazen contempt. The hero ran a hand through her hair attempting to quell her feelings of shame and embarrassment that threatened to overwhelm her.
Tell her the truth.
Kara huffed out a sigh and placed the flash drive back into her belt. “I think we can both agree that me calling you a villain was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever said.” Kara dared to make eye contact with Lena only to receive a head tilt and raised brow from the CEO. “If you’re willing to humor me for a minute, I’d like to explain what happened that night,” Kara said with a hopeful look. Lena remained impassive; Kara took her lack of response as consent to continue. “You’re probably not going to believe me…no, I guarantee you won’t believe me, but earlier that evening I was visited by a fifth dimensional imp who showed me four different timelines where I told you I was Supergirl before Lex did.” Lena scoffed in disbelief, but Kara chose not to acknowledge her outburst. “All of them were a complete disaster no matter how early in our friendship I told you.” The memories of that night flooded back into her mind, forcing Kara to swallow the lump forming in her throat. “You ended up either dead or mutilated in three of the four timelines.” Kara’s eyes became glassy. “It scared the hell out of me, Lena, because even though none of those timelines were real, they reminded me of how vulnerable you are; especially now that you’re working with…” Kara trailed off and took a shaky breath. “It terrifies me that you’re working with Lex. I’m so scared that one day he’s going to decide he doesn’t need you anymore or he wants payback against you for shooting him and puts a bullet in the back of your head.” Kara began to choke up, her breath coming out in stuttering waves.
Lena watched on, her icy façade slowly melting as Kara endeavored to even out her breathing. Once she was able to compose herself, Kara’s watery blue eyes met with the CEO’s. “I can accept that you don’t want me in your life; I hate it, but I can accept it as long as I know you’re happy and thriving. But what I could never accept…could never live with…is a world without you in it.” Kara’s eyes began to glow; her face twisted with barely contained fury. “If Lex…if he took you from…if he killed you, I would track him down and tear him apart piece by piece until he begged me to kill him…and Rao help anyone who got in my way,” Kara choked out with a growl.
Lena’s brow furrowed and her mouth fell slightly open as she tried to process Kara’s chilling admission. Kara’s eyes cooled as she slowly composed herself. She took a step towards Lena. Much to her surprise, the CEO made no effort to step back. The two stood just out of arm’s length from each other. “So, when I landed here that night, I was so afraid that I decided to go the tough love route and give you some bullshit ultimatum that I knew was going to fail even before I finished saying it.” Kara’s entire body tensed, her balled up fists dug into her thighs as waves of shame rolled through her body. She took another step towards Lena. “I was so scared and desperate to get you away from him that I stupidly thought threats would be more effective than trying to reason with you.” Kara shook her head in disgust, jaw tightly clenched.
“You could have just talked to me,” Lena timidly admitted. “I might not have given you the warmest response, but I would have listened.”
Kara could see that Lena’s features had significantly softened. The hero thought she may have detected a hint of warmth and compassion in those hypnotic green eyes. Kara hesitantly grinned, not completely sure how to react to Lena’s changed demeanor, but it was short-lived. She was swiftly overcome with guilt; a forlorn look darkened her features.
“That would have been a kindness I didn’t…I don’t deserve.” Kara shook her head again, internally chastising herself. With a start, she realized that she was mere feet from Lena. As their eyes met for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, Kara was close enough to see the different shades in each of Lena’s irises. Kara could see that Lena’s hardened resolve had dissipated into a hesitant vulnerability.
Tell her the truth.
“Lena, I didn’t listen to you,” Kara said contritely. “You were right, what you said when you took Myriad. You told me about all the people you loved that betrayed you, but I didn’t listen. You begged me, in ways both said and unsaid, not to violate your trust, but I didn’t listen.” Kara could see Lena’s eyes become glassy with unshed tears, a slight tremble in her lip. Fighting back her own tears, Kara took another shaky breath. “Instead, I listened to my fears and the fears of others…people who, at first, couldn’t get passed your last name and wouldn’t even bother to try and get to know and understand you. I let those fears distract me from what you wanted, what you needed from me. I let those fears convince me that knowing my identity would put you in greater danger, which I know now is just ridiculous. I let those fears stop me from showing you my whole self because they told me you only wanted ‘Kara Danvers’, not ‘Kara Zor-El’. Worst of all, I let those fears convince me that you’d hate me, and that I’d lose you forever.”
Both women had tears streaming down their faces, so completely lost in each other’s eyes that they didn’t bother wiping them away. “I didn’t listen to you…to my heart, and if it costs me you, I will regret that decision for the rest of my life.”
Kara reflexively extended her hand towards Lena but quickly stopped herself when she realized what she was doing. Lena gave no indication that she saw Kara’s aborted attempt, the CEO simply continued to remain fixated on the hero’s eyes, conflicting emotions playing across her face. Kara shut her eyes and took a deep breath; her tightened eyelids unleashed a waterfall of unshed tears. They stood entranced with each other for an indeterminate amount of time before Kara, clearing her throat, snapped them out of it.
The two backed away from each other a few steps and began haphazardly wiping their tears away. Once her eyes were sufficiently cleared, Kara could see Lena’s features harden again, though with less intensity than when she first arrived at the CEO’s penthouse.
Kara could see that Lena was clearly debating with herself but before Kara could ask why, Lena held out her hand. “I’ll take the drive,” she said with calm certainty.
As she retrieved the flash drive from her belt, Kara fought to keep her enthusiasm contained, managing to limit her reaction to a tight grin.
Lena rolled her eyes and reached out for the proffered drive. As the device changed hands, their fingers brushed together. Kara’s super-hearing missed the flutter of Lena’s heartbeat, too distracted by her own thundering pulse that threatened to force her heart from her chest. “No strings?” Lena asked sternly, holding the flash drive at eye level.
“No strings.” Kara assured her with a smile.
“Okay,” Lena replied with hesitancy in her voice, placing the drive in her suit pocket. “I hope you know this doesn’t fix everything.”
Kara ruefully smiled. “I know.” The hero shifted uneasily. “But maybe this could be a start to repairing things…repairing us?” she said with a hopeful look.
Lena leveled Kara with a nervous glance before giving her a curt nod. “Um…so…if that’s all, I’m going to go to bed. It’s…been a long day,” Lena said awkwardly.
“Oh, yeah, right. Crazy day…uh…I’m sure you’re exhausted. Me too. Today’s been a real backbreaker…yeah, I should probably head home too…get some sleep…Oh! Maybe dinner first! Yeah, dinner first, then sleep.” Kara rambled through jittery hands, a slight dusting of pink on her cheeks.
Lena shook her head and turned to enter her penthouse, pulling the hair tie from her ponytail as she neared the backdoor.
Kara watched as Lena’s hair cascaded down her shoulders. She was suddenly struck by a wave of anxiety. Her conversation with Lena had gone better than expected, but Kara had so much more she wanted to say, and she feared she wouldn’t get the opportunity. She was afraid that somehow this tentative…well, whatever it was, would fall apart. She started to panic. Her chest felt like someone was sitting on it, an anxious knot formed in her stomach, and she could feel a lump forming in her throat.
Tell her the truth.
“Lena!” She blurted out without thinking.
The CEO was startled by the hero’s outburst and turned to face her, a yearning, drained look on her face.
“Lena I lo-” Kara’s entire body felt like it was on fire. Now confronted by the moment she so dearly wanted; she froze. She knew what she wanted to say. She wanted to tell her how much she missed her, how much she wanted to hold her, kiss her, and never let her go.
She wanted to tell Lena that she loved her more than anything in the multiverse.
But now wasn’t the time, she knew that deep in her heart. To tell Lena how she really felt about her would be too much, too soon. Their reconciliation was in its infancy, and Kara wasn’t going to jeopardize it by dropping a nuclear-sized emotion bomb on her. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them.
Tell her the truth…when it’s time.
“I love your suit. It’s a…I mean you look…really…” Kara was blushing so hard her cheeks were burning. “…maroon’s a good color on you,” she finally managed to stammer out.
It was apparent that Lena wasn’t expecting the compliment; the blush on her cheeks indicated as much. She averted her eyes from Kara’s gaze and timidly tucked some errant strands of hair behind her ear. Kara couldn’t help the satisfied smile that stretched across her lips; thrilled by Lena’s reaction. For a fleeting moment, it felt like old times, a hopeful reminder that not everything between them was irreparably broken.
Kara’s triumphant moment ended abruptly when Lena caught sight of the hero’s giddiness. Her shyness bled away and was replaced with an air of forced indifference. “Actually, it’s burgundy,” she pointed out haughtily.
“Oh,” Kara said bashfully; her embarrassment coloring her cheeks once again. “Well, you still look pretty handsome in it,” the hero responded sincerely, a look of reverence on her face.
Disarmed by Kara’s candidness, Lena’s regal stature quickly deflated. “Thank you,” she said sheepishly.
Kara’s smile became impossibly brighter. “Goodnight, Lena.” The hero lifted off from the balcony and leisurely coasted away.
Lena watched as her red cape disappeared into the night, a soft grin on her face. “Goodnight, Kara.”
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shittyravencarcosa · 2 months
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I remember how my Master loved to continue taking care of me even after my rebirth or transformation. He would choose clothes for me, comb my hair and prepare long, warm, rosy scented baths for me. I would abandon myself against his chest, dozing, safe. For him, love was taking care of others, especially me. He dried me even when there was no need, as the water ran off my skin in an instant. He wanted me better, he wanted me worthy of the Blood he gave me. I just wanted to be whatever he wanted. A better hunter, a better student. A better man. For him and only for him. Once in my hair he smelled the scent of the sun, sinking his nose into my curls, now he smelled the scent of flowers, of roses. Oh, my beloved Master, his love in balance always between sweetness and violence, between discipline and gentleness. If he feared that I missed human love, he was very wrong; nothing was more important than his hands, his kisses, even his slaps. Our life was made up of rituals and sensuality. The hot bath prepared for me, especially when my hunting became violent and I would get bloody, despite his thousand reproaches. My Master could say what he wanted, I think it excited him to see me drinking like that, like a little demon dog thirsty for life. And so I would wipe the blood out of my hair, out of my face, and then he would offer me his wrist or, immersed in water with me, offer me his throat. He would give me his powerful blood to make me stronger and then he would take mine until I was empty. And then I would bite him again and again. I loved the visions I had during that sweet delirium, seeing the Universe through his eyes.
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Alone, he and I, in the driest desert in the world: Atacama. He had proposed me to go, after buying a powerful telescope. We still share this passion for technology, although in a different way. I was fascinated by mirrors, by the technology that allowed us to see so distant. Fascinated by the knowledge that human beings had managed to store in such a short time, in terms of decades. Dark matter, antimatter, black holes, neutrino stars, pulsars. The telescope facing north, toward the pole star, moved on its own, mechanically, along with the celestial vault. Marius gazed fascinatedly at the Andromeda Galaxy. He moved to show me: the marvelous and imposing spiral of galactic clouds and newly born stars wrapped around a frighteningly powerful core. How could a human being see it without being moved? Imagine a vampire. The stars always reminded me of my Master; I never stopped observing them and thinking about him. Even when I denied that existence really happened, even when I was a monster buried in the land of Paris. "How many times have we observed the moon at the same time? Or have we seen the same comet streak across the sky? How many times have we thought of one another while observing Venus or Jupiter?" Marius did not answer me; he stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. I took his wrist and quickly undoing the cuff of his shirt, I bit it, hearing him cursing. I was looking for the answers he would not give me, in the Blood. But I could see nothing but the immensity of his feelings, just as the Universe was perpetually expanding.
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My mind often wandered in memories, whether pleasant or unpleasant, in resentment and sweetness. We have wasted so much time, he and I, and now we have the future ahead of us, we have time to mend our mistakes. Thinking he was dead led me to imprint his face on paper hundreds of times, as he had done with me, so many years before, painting my portrait, noting every change. I remember how the first portraits depicted a sad, skinny boy and only a year later my smile and soft cheeks were his favorite subject. I stood beside him as he painted, not yet daring to touch the brushes. He hummed, as he always did. I reached out and touched the color still fresh on the wall. I got my hands dirty and looked at them: blue on my fingers, like when as a boy my fingers hurt too much to hold the brush in my hand and I continued with my fingertips. I should not have chased the memories of my sad human life before Venice, of that emaciated boy locked in a cave. I left a hint of blue color on Marius' cheek, and he turned to look at me, with a disapproving expression. He was already all dirty, wearing disheveled clothes on which he cleaned his brushes, as he always did when he painted. "What are you doing?" "I marked you, blue is my color." "Mh, you marked me a long time ago, though not visibly," he replied. He smiles at me with such sweetness and then leans down to kiss me. I tasted the flavor of his blood on my tongue and caught the extent of his desire. Something unlocked inside me, like a door that had been closed for too long, creaking open. With my lips still resting on his, I reached out a hand in search of a brush.
(I've used deepl translator)
For the February mini-event of the @deromanuscoven
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confusion-star · 6 months
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Love at first sight ♡
As strangers
Dan heng°
When you were walking down the streets of the luofu, coming across dan heng felt.. Unusual, it's not that you hate him but you don't know how to feel about him as well. You shrugged and went along your way, but you being you. Fell.
"Gosh dammit..."
"Are you okay?"
You look up to see dan heng... Great! "Yeah.. I'm fine.. Umm thanks.." He nods and left you alone, he has a feeling that you both would meet again soon
Luocha°
During the time you were a traveling merchant, it was very slow.. Yet you found a regular costumer.. Somehow— luocha.. It was strictly for business purposes only... You don't really know him tbh, other than the fact that he needed your herbs. For a while he stopped coming and you thought that he had left.. It's not like your business was popular anyway..
When you were looking for other herbs somehow the antimatter legion was there, and you being you were not prepared for this. As it was about to attack you, he came by. "Are you alright" you look up to see him while the rest were... Well.. Dead.. You nodded and thanked him for rescuing you "I knew something was up, when your shop wasn't opening"
You nodded and tried to leave, it's not everyday someone tries to learn your schedule. "Luocha"
"Huh?" As he walked towards you and lends you his hand, you could see him smile "I am luocha, miss [name]"
Jing Yuan°
The general. You never had much thought about him, sure he was your boss and comrade but.. You were also a stranger, despite being comrades you both never really had time to talk to each other. Everyone thought it was weird while the both of you just said it was bad timing..
One day jing Yuan wasn't able to train yanqing and asked you to do it. You agreed and apparently he was able to finish quickly just to see you two training together. It was quite the sight to see that yanqing was actually training with someone other than him, not that he never bothered before, but he actually treated you as a friend with respect. Which isn't often to other people
When the training was over you walked up to him, gave him the reports yanqing needed to improve on and almost left.. "Wait." You turned around to see the general looking at you and offers his hand "how about we re introduce ourselves properly? Restart from what we couldn't have"
You smile as the breeze meddled along your hair, you shook it "I'm [name]" he smiles "and I'm Jing Yuan."
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isa-ghost · 2 years
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What the FUCK is IRIS?
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Apparently that. “Inspiring Research of Impossible Sciences”
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Supposedly the organization has been around for almost a century, leaving a bunch of us to assume this means IRIS was founded by Jameson, due to his time travel powers we’re all pretty sure he has.
Or I’ve just now thought that MAYBE Marvin is also an ageless or eternally youthful magical being like a sorcerer so perhaps HE’S over a century old and founded it. Who knows.
This theory is mainly operating off the idea Jameson is the founder, which spices things up plot-wise a hell of a lot.
One of the biggest questions we have right now is exactly what this theory is asking: What IS IRIS? And there are a handful of things we’ve gotten within the last 24 hours AND from Argentum Inanis that may give us what we need to figure it out. These include:
IRIS = Antimatter
Who they’re following on Twitter
The Watcher Poster
Their icon
Their icon is a third eye, which we’ve linked to Marvin’s crystal ball and his book.
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Leading me to think that if he isn’t the founder, he is without a doubt a member. Which being as Soph is helping Sean out with planning, certainly makes the art she’s created surrounding Marvin and a magic circle group quite interesting now, don’t you think? Are these characters depicted with Marvin the “AIMCs” we should be informing?
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The post the above screenshot is from.
From the page talking about using “Argentum Inanis” aka the “Silver Void”
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Our theory that Marvin is responsible for Chase’s teleportation to the parking garage roof is getting more and more realistic with each hint we get.
I think we could make a case for THIS being the Silver Void, don’t you think?
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That aside and sticking the the Chase train of thought, look at what IRIS follows on Twitter:
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The Magic Circle UK, research surrounding science and space. And... Chase Bank?
IRIS is watching Chase. Marvin is a member of IRIS. We’re convinced he teleported Chase to that parking garage. MARVIN is watching Chase. Or should I say...
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Scrying.
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And maybe Marvin isn’t the only one. Previously we thought that Henrik, his last appearance containing the same sound as what we hear in Chase, was also getting teleported somewhere, “assembled like the Avengers” by Marvin. But we don’t see Henrik get teleported, do we?
I think Henrik is ALSO watching Chase. He’s part of IRIS. He’s studying time travel and such. Something IRIS is following on Twitter. And it’d make sense he’s watching Chase, given that he CONFIRMS in KJSE that he saved Chase’s life. Perhaps he was even the one that TOLD Marvin they need to keep an eye on him.
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And in my opinion, the thing on his screen looks like an eye. Which we DID point out when this video first got uploaded.
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Henrik was watching Chase get teleported, maybe even making sure it all goes right.
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No matter what the actual answer is, I am CONVINCED that Marvin, Henrik, and Chase are connected in some way. Especially given observations like this.
Besides, “watching” is what IRIS is apparently also about, given this poster.
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“Night Watcher” like “Overnight Watch.” “It could be you,” like it was on December 15th, 2017. Are WE part of IRIS too? After all, if IRIS is a magic organization... We make the “magic” of ego content and stories happen. We effect canon, we make the theories, the headcanons, the fanfics, the content.
And we fuel Anti with attention. We “watch” as it all happens.
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That “A” in Watcher is glitchy. A for Anti. There’s another A and an E missing as well. For what? I’m not entirely sure yet.
But some of us have suggested corruption from the inside.
Assuming Jameson founded IRIS. . .
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That could be completely correct.
And now Marvin is in charge of IRIS in Jameson’s place while he’s trapped as Anti’s puppet. A parallel with Chase, who’s in charge of the channel in Jack’s place while he’s in a coma.
And this doesn’t quite fit coherently into this theory, but Jackie may ALSO be associated with IRIS too. Which would tie all 6 egos together in the story. Jameson the founder, Marvin and Henrik members, Jackie a member (or experiment subject?) too, Chase being watched (possibly protected?) by them, and Anti; aware of their existence, hijacking their organization through their founder, maybe even created or released by Marvin them?
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doctorwhogirlie · 29 days
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Doctor Who: The Three Doctors
Season Ten ✨ 1972 - 1973 ✨
Doctor: 1st, 2nd, 3rd
Story Length: 4 Episodes
Companions: The Brigadier, Benton, Jo
Main Setting: England 20th Century, Antimatter Universe
Main Enemy: Omega
Creatures: Time Lords, Gallifreyan
My Personal Rating: 8/10
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I MISSED THE SECOND DOCTOR SO MUCH!
Seriously on a real though,. I missed the second Doctor so much, and having him back for this story made me so happy. I really liked this episode anyways, I really liked Omega as a villain, he is a very interesting character, and I'd like to see more of him. Also I hate the Time Lords, I just feel like every time they show up they're just difficult and annoying.
The only thing I wished we could of seen was more companions, it was nice the first and second doctor were back for a story, I just think it would of been nice seeing old companions (Cough cough Jamie)
(Please don't take these too seriously, I am not a real life reviewer, just someone who likes the show)
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arceusbeta · 6 months
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thinking about my Arceus and Giratina headcanons again. these twist some of "canon" in that I assume a lot of the legendary lore especially the weirder ones is myth distortions but.
arceus was the first thing and the only thing, the egg that hatched into itself and so birthed a universe. it was (and is) alone. the loneliness pained it, and so its first act was to make something that was not itself.
but it was infinitely young, and clumsy, and what it made was definitionally not itself - defined as its opposite, as all the things arceus was not and could not be. and so, they could not coexist. giratina was violent the way antimatter is violent to matter, the way water is violent to fire, the way silence is violent to speech. by its nature, without any will, it tore at arceus, and arceus tore at it, and they would have both died.
in guilt and grief and apology and terror, arceus granted giratina the outside of the egg that contained itself, the spaces beyond reality, the opposite side of the coin. and, having learned, it went on to make other children, breaking off pieces of itself, splitting its light down into more and more distant forms in the hopes of someday being able to meet a being that was no longer recognizeable as itself.
it misses its first child. it hurts for it. but the gap is uncrossable by definition and by nature, and to reconcile it would be to undo giratina. and so it mourns alone.
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s-b-party · 10 months
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Nanook & IX: Paths of the End
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Looking at these two together makes them seem like very different entities, which is true to an extent. Nanook is the Aeon of Destruction & IX is the Aeon of Nihility, they look nothing like each other, and their temperaments are different
They are representations of two different concepts, but I think that there are some interesting similarities they share
To start off the basic intro, Nanook is an Aeon that was born from destruction from their homeworld Adlivun which fell victim to the Aeon of Propagation, Tayzzyronth, & their faction, the Swarm
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The concept of Destruction here seems to be explained differently from what some of us may be used to. They use the concept of entropy to symbolize destruction
Entropy itself is usually seen as a state of chaos/lack of balance/disorder
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I would say that Nanook’s design & symbol are fitting of the concept of destruction/entropy
Their body seems incomplete with parts missing (mainly around their arms, chunks are gone), their clothes are tattered, I don’t think they have legs???? (Not sure about this one, the dark background almost seems to blend with their clothes so I can’t tell 100% if their legs are missing 😂)
Nanook’s symbol seems to be a tower surrounded by flames which also surround Nanook’s body as well; the tower also has a few cracks in it (it looks the same as the one in the first lightcone that we are introduced to as Destruction Trailblazer)
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The cracks on the tower & the parts on Nanook’s body where golden blood flows from are representative of disorder (symbolically the tower & Nanook are not completely whole as a result of chaos that exists/existed)
Now let’s look at IX, their existence is often considered to be a mystery; we don’t really have a lot of info on their origins & other aspects about them, we know that they take on the form of a void that causes loss of the senses & mental strength
We also know that they were the victim of an assassination attempt carried out by the Annihilation Gang (which follows Nanook & the Path of Destruction), assisted by the Aeon of Elation, Aha
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Nihility is essentially nothingness, which IX’s design captures very well
Their symbol consists of the swirling mist in the background, what lies in the center might be an eye, probably meant to be IX’s gaze; what’s interesting is how the center shape has a sort of static effect on the edges which I imagine to represent the loss of sense, mind, & spirit/breakdown of the body & mind
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So we’ve introduced Nanook & IX, their designs, & their symbols; now I want to bring up their mindsets
Both hold pessimistic views of the universe:
Nanook as the avatar of entropy believes that civilization was a mistake & it must be rid of from the universe so they go forth destroying worlds for this reason; I don’t know how much Nanook is line w/ the quote in their data bank entry but if they also believe in heat death, then that would mean they connect to the theory that suggests that the universe will eventually reach heat death which is a state where max entropy is reached
****I honestly am not 100% sure if I completely understand their reasoning so take this w/ a grain of salt but to me it seems like they don’t like civilization bc the endless cycles of life & death created by civilizations is what they believe taints the universe
To them, the endless cycles makes the idea of living/struggling to survive meaningless, hence the quote used in the data bank’s entry for Nanook so instead of subjecting the universe to such cycles, they set out to destroy worlds so that the cycles cease****
IX believes that the fate of the multiverse is to eventually become nothingness so there is no purpose to existing if fate will be the same for everything & everyone
As I’ve mentioned briefly at the beginning, they have different temperaments so the way they carry out their philosophies is different
Nanook is active in causing destruction throughout worlds in space w/ Antimatter Legion whereas IX is more passive & peaceful, preferring to not interact w/ others including Aeons
Now their factions are another thing to point out, both of them have at least one faction that may follow their respective Paths but are not necessarily in line with the Aeons’ way of thinking
For Nanook, this would be the Annihilation Gang; the members generally destroy out of sadistic desire which Nanook sees as “impure”
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Seeing this shows that Nanook is depicted more as cold rather than sadistic; it’s like Nanook destroys out of some weird sense of duty or perhaps it’s more out of instinct bc that’s simply how they were born & it’s their nature
For IX, they have the Doctors of Chaos; the members have been shown the pointlessness of life & yet they still attempt to show IX that life isn’t as pointless as they believe
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What I find particularly interesting about these factions aside from the way they carry out their Paths differently from their respective Aeons is their names
Annihilation Gang: “nihility” is a part of the word “annihilation” which is essentially destroying everything to the point where there is nothing left
Doctors of Chaos: as we’ve established before, chaos is a synonym for entropy
Based on these things, I would like to consider Nanook & IX as possibly two sides of the same coin, that coin being the “end”
I should note that there actually is an Aeon of Finality named Terminus; Herta herself asks whether Destruction is considered part of the Finality while bringing up the idea of “survival of the fittest” existing between Aeons
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The way I see it is that Nanook & IX encapsulate the complexities of what leads to/causes the end; Nanook is the more violent aspect that actively seeks out the end whereas IX is the more passive aspect that only waits until time brings everything to the end
IX seems to represent the more natural causes of the end [time, corrosion, nature, etc.] while Nanook seems to represent the more unnatural causes [war in particular]
Overall I just think that it’s fascinating how Nanook & IX are connected as concepts representing complexities regarding the end & despite the obvious differences, they’re a bit more similar than one might expect 🤔
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HIHI UM IS IT ALRIGHT IF YOU COULD DO A MULTIPLE SONIC.EXE CHARACTER HEADCANNON
(like sh tails, eyx, sonic.exe, lordx, majin and some of your fav)
With a flirty partner who flirts with them to try and get a rise out of them?
Also is it OK if I could be 🍰 anon?
Ofc, Cake 🍰! Now onto the thing also YESSS I AM ALIVEEEE-
Crazy/Mashed!Tails:
-The first couple times would certainly catch him off-guard but not by much. Maybe a small blush and a lil wink here and there but other than that there isn't much rise. However the SECOND he finds out what you're doing he'll pin you to the nearest wall, lean into your ear and tell you very suggestively "I'm very glad you know you're mine, my little y/n~"
EYX:
-this boi is so confused lol, like you'd try to flirt with him and he just tilts his head, no expression but a missing mouth and a large pupil staring in confusion as he softly walks to you and rubs up against you like a cat with a blush on his cheeks.
-yeah you'd have to straight up spell it out explain it to him before he properly gets it and even then he'd be so very confuzzled about everything you told him, mostly bc he isn't used to it.
Exetior:
-trust me when I say he's used to people constantly flirting with him. The only difference is you're the only person he'll accept flirts from.
-will actually pin you against the nearest thing and make you flustered and stuttering for him if you do flirt with him-
Lord X:
-He'd be SO very confused. Because here's the thing, he's literally a rotting shell housing nothing but antimatter. So in his eyes he doesn't know how or why you'd flirt with him.
-of course he'd brush it off with a 'yeah yeah' kinda attitude but on the inside he's confused and obviously flustered given the small pink glaze on his cheeks every time you tell him his piercing gaze sends your heart aflutter.
Majin Sonic:
-He'd think it's all fun n games, y'know not thinking much of it and hugging you with playful thanks, not too much reaction.
-Until you start gushing about how beautiful his face is.
-You make one comment about how pretty his face is or how you simply can't take your eyes off of such a beautiful man and he's DOWN. Like he's stuttering, red faced, all fanning himself off and giggling with little happy stims followed by him pecking your cheek as thanks!
IM SORRY THESE TOOK SO FUCKING LONG I WAS TAKING A VACATION 😭😭😭😭
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A metahuman from Earth-2 with the ability to access both the Speed and Strength Forces, Jesse Chambers-Lawrence left her native universe in search of her missing father. Finding herself on Earth-0, she joined the Flash Family and the Justice Society, delighting in the variety of differences between the Superheroes of this earth and the Wonders of her world, having once been an official Society historian back home.
Jesse's eventual reunion would be a tragic one: after taking his own leap into the multiverse, Johnny Quick instead found himself lost in the Antimatter Universe. Altered down to a genetic level by the Weaponeers of Qward, Johnny was released back through a stable portal onto Earth-3. Through raw power and the synthesis of the speed force formula and his own blood in the addictive Velocity, Johnny quickly made himself one of the heads of Amerika's Crime Syndicate along with his second-in-command, Walter West. Walter would eventually betray his mentor, but Johnny would experience a moment of clarity has he was reunited with his child shortly before his death.
Splitting her time between Earth-0 and Universalis Secundus, Jesse would reunited with her childhood friend Judy Garrick while also maintaining a relationship with Tariq Tyler, eventually having a child of her own named for her father, Johnny.
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