#procrastination appears behind responsibilities

[feistyfreaks]

that recent miguel fic was so hot omg now I want to request one 😳. Imagine dbf!miguel sexting us while away at a business trip or while reader is out with friends or something (..or even over the dinner table while out with our dad.. maybe..) he’d definitely be writing the most poetic, romantic yet filthy and disgusting texts ever, like ones you’d have to take breaks after each sentence because oh my god..

& with his ancient ass hed most likely send nudes via email as well 😔 but we’ll eat it up every time!

HIDDEN CONNECTIONS ┈ ! ✶

₊❏❜ content⋮ dbf!miguel x f!reader. huge age gap. readers aged up (18+). dirty talk. sexting. porn w not much of a plot.

note⋮ i love reading through these requests, i love y’all so much 😭!! yet again, sorry for the wait, procrastination has been eating me alive lol. but without further a do, i hope you enjoy 🙈.

dividers by @cafekitsune.

you sighed, pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear as you browsed through the websites catalog, eyeing all sorts of styles. you wanted to up your relationship with miguel and try something new, so you decided to go lingerie shopping.

you scrolled through the petite section, bored out of your mind as you tried to look for something interesting and more erotical. you took a glimpse at the time, noticing that it was past midnight.

you raised a brow, "already? could've sworn it was eight a few minutes ago." you murmured to yourself as you glanced back at your screen, a baby pink set stood out to you and your eyes lit up, clicking on the link without hesitation.

the price was pretty expensive, but you marked it into your cart - just then a notification from gmail appeared at the bottom right of your screen.

it was from miguel.

miguel was your dads best friend, and you grew smitten by his charm growing up. at first you believed that it was a silly little crush that you’ll eventually get over, but that never happened.. instead your relationship with him began developing throughout your young adult years.

you sensed the irresistible tension and you started to question what the two of you were, and your question was answered when one thing led to another, both your clothes being discarded as things became heated in such a short amount of time.

but you struggled with your feelings, torn between your blossoming desires for miguel and the guilt associated with betraying your father's trust; but the age difference between the two of you only added a sense of excitement to your relationship, and both of you fell into the temptation of your desires, initiating an intimate connection, and that’s how you two got yourselves into a secret affair.

as you opened the email, the subject line immediately caught your eye. 'mi luz,' it read. miguel was about twice your age, and for some reason he always stuck to emailing no matter how many times you taught him how to regularly text — he believed emailing was better because they were more formal and easier to navigate.

you quickly opened the email and giggled, “esa linda sonrisa tuya ilumina mi día, y esos ojos tuyos iluminan mis noches."

a small grin curved upwards onto your glossed lips, it sounded kind of corny but you strove to decipher the meaning and intent behind each word. your hands flew across the keyboard as you quickly replied. “pfftt, you’re flattering me miguel. what’re you even doing up so late?” you pressed on send, and not long after you received a new notification.

“i’ve been thinking about you, i miss you. n' what's your excuse for being up so late hm? it's past your bed time nena.”

you could sense his teasing tone over the damn screen, and you couldn’t wipe off that cheeky grin of your face. your fingers hovered over the keyboard, you wanted to keep it a surprise, but the excitement got a hold of you first.

"well.. i was online shopping.. and came across this, what do you think of it?" you messaged along with the picture of the lingerie attached.

you waited eagerly for his response, like a puppy wanting to receive validation from its owner. maybe you should've waited, but you couldn't keep surprises a secret.

"why? are you planning on seducing me with that little outfit, chiquitita?”

a mischievous grin plastered onto your face reading his reply.

“maybe, maybe not, but you didn’t answer my question. do you like it? y'know, easy access.”

“the lace is pretty. yea i like it, and you're right. it does have such easy access. i’d love to see you in that.”

you chuckled, switched tabs and clicked on the checkout option. you filed in the credit card information along with the address, admitting the final 'confirm payment’ button.

“well you’re in for a surprise when you get back from your trip mister." you typed, "how much longer do i have to wait until i get to see you, you know i don't like waiting, i really miss you.”

“aww, getting needy aren’t we? i’ll be back home around this week darling. can’t wait to see you all dressed up for me. i’m looking forward to splitting those pretty legs of yours open and play with that pretty pussy until your soaking wet on my fingers.” he wrote back as you overlapped your legs to feel your clit pulse in your panties.

“i really miss you mig. just want you to sink your fingers into my hole and tell me how much of a good girl i am. i need you to come home n’ fill me up, fuck me into this damn mattress.”

“i want to come home just as badly as you want me to, but we both know that this business trip is important. but i promise you that i’ll bully my cock into your weeping pussy and fuck my cum into your tummy.”

your heart raced and you squeezed your legs tighter as you read email, as you and miguel continue your fiery exchanges, the emails become more explicit.

his filthy words made you palpitate, and he never failed to noticeably make an impact on you, you always found yourself drenching your undies. “fuck yes. use me, want you to pound your cock into me, m so wet at the thought.”

“yea? que putita eres mi amor, show me how much of a slut you are, show me how wet you get from telling you how good i’ll fuck you chiquitita.”

you sat up eagerly, slipping your sleeping shorts down to your thighs as you clicked on the small camera icon. slowly but lewdly you spread your legs, your hand came down to rub at the wet patch on your panties. your cursor hovered over the white button as it snapped the photo, and with another click you hit send.

your grew hot and impatient as you began pressing on the sticky nub over the drenched fabric. it was ridiculous how you were sexting using via email, but it only served to make you beyond hornier with the new adjustment.

“shit baby, look at how you’re fucking dripping. why don’t you go and hump your pillow, yea? tease your little cunnie for me, wanna see your cute pussy wetting the bed. i just know you’ll be letting out the most cutest noises while thinking of how i’ll fucking ruin you when i get back.”

heat raced through you and towards your core, you had to pause to take a deep breath.

holy shit.

you felt your cheeks go hot, and you reached for the pillow as you happily obliged, eagerly kicking off your panties and thighs cradling the soft silk as you settled your warmth into the pillows edge.

you let a soft moan feeling your clit pulse again. you bunched up your blanket and placed it underneath your abdomen as you leaned forward, stomach pressed up onto the bed sheets and the comfort of your blanket.

your page refreshes and your met with another email from miguel, this time there was a few images attached to his message.

you opened it and you feel your cunt clench around nothing. his belt was undone and you could visibly see the pink leaky tip sticking out of the confinements of his boxers, the second image displayed the underside of his fat girth and you felt yourself beginning to drool, the third photo portrayed his thumb rubbing on his slit as a string of his arousal stuck onto on his thumb, showing you just how sticky he was and the caption overall made you bite your lip.

“gonna put you on all fours, y te voy a poner al reves, te veras tan rica mientras te lo hago por detrás.”

you slowly roll your hips, your slick dampening the fabric and you effortlessly slide against the cushion. you moaned, tilting your head to the side and drifting deeper in thought. you start to think of him atop of you, his body fervid against yours, his heated lips attached to yours, his pelvis snug into yours as his cock splits you open — your hips hump the pillow faster and you whine out in euphoria.

your thighs tensed around the soft pillow and you feel your pussy practically flutter. with another rough roll of your hips you stutter, clit pulsing as you gush onto the bed sheets.

#ff⋆reqs 🧁 #ff⋆inbox 📬 #hornyhour #feistyfreaks #dbf!miguel #spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #smutmas 2023 #xmas #kinkmas

[rafayelsmuse]

Just floating around // Rafayel x f!reader

Summary: Since the beach would be too crowded, Rafayel has to find a creative solution to it.

Warnings: Probs some ooc Rafayel bc I'm not used to writing for him. Some lore so slightly spoilers? (like what he is etc and some aspects from "ebb and flow"). Some silly fic bc somehow I can see Rafayel do something like that? Let me know if I missed any more warnings.

Genre: fluff, sfw.

Word count: 705.

Rafayel was lying on a floatie, floating around in the pool that was set up in the middle of his living room. A pair of black sunglasses rested on his nose as he was holding a glass in his hand with a colorful cocktail. A yellow straw and a red parasol in it as well.

Since it was a hot and sunny day in Linkon, Rafayel didn't feel like going to the beach, knowing it would be crowded with people who wanted to take a dive in the cold seawater. And so, Rafayel preferred to float around in his own pool in the safety of his own studio.

He rested his free hand behind his head, his tail slightly moving up and down as the edges dipped in the cold water. Blue scales adore his face and body. He felt beyond relaxed, forgetting about the unfinished painting that was hanging on the wall, waiting for him to finish it, but the Lemurian hadn't touched his pencils today and wasn't planning to do so. There was no rush in finishing it, not that he was able to do so since his inspiration wasn't really there and the hot weather wasn't helping either.

He peered up from under his sunglasses when he heard the door open and being closed again, watching your figure appear in his eyesight. A smile tugged at his lips as he watched your face, trying to read your emotions.

"Rafayel, what the-" You muttered as you placed your bag down and slowly started to approach the pool. "Couldn't go to the beach." He shrugged in response as you rolled your eyes at his words. "So you brought the beach here." You huffed as he simply shrugged. "It helps me spark my inspiration." He spoke, nodding his head towards the unfinished painting.

"That's what you said yesterday when we went out for food, and also the day before yesterday when we went to the beach to collect some stuff." You reminded him of how he had been procrastinating the past few things. "It's hot outside, a heat wave! Not my fault they didn't predict the weather right." He huffed, another excuse for his procrastinating. You stopped in front of the pool, staring at the artist all relaxed on his floatie.

He patted the floatie, on the tiny spot still free for you to take. "No, we both know you'll end up pushing me off." You refused as you crossed your arms. Rafayel furrowed his brows and a small pout formed on his lips. "How ridiculous of you to even say that!" He huffed, slightly dramatically raising his voice. "Denying my invitation for cuddles. So rude to deny a Lemurian" He grumbled, pushing the sunglasses back on his nose before taking an aggressive sip from his drink.

"And what if I drown? Would you rescue me or would you just walk away?" Rafayel went on. "You are a fish, Raf. You can't drown." You waved him off. "Fish can drown if they don't have enough oxygen in the water." Rafayel pointed out. "Please join me, it's getting all cold and lonely out here, alone in the ocean." He sighed, making dramatic movements with his arms.

You sighed and kicked your shoes out and took off your socks, dropping them near your feet before you stepped into the water. The temperature was nice, not too cold but cold enough to be refreshing. And not too hot, but hot enough to enjoy it. The water temperature was pretty much perfect.

A smug smile formed on Rafayel's lips as he watched you approach him, arms wide open as he made a bit more room for you on the floatie. The moment you reached him, he was fast enough to lean forward and pull you straight into his arms, only to make the floatie sway back and forth.

You yelped, afraid the two of you would fall over but nothing happened. You let out a relieved breath as you positioned yourself in a comfortable position on the floaties, his arms safely wrapped around you as he rested his head on your shoulder. "Happy?" You asked him as you playfully rolled your eyes. "Very." He nodded with a playful smile.

#love and deepspace #l&ds #rafayel #love and deepspace rafayel #l&ds rafayel #rafayel x reader #rafayel x female reader #l&ds rafayel x reader #l&ds rafayel x female reader #l&ds x reader #rafayel love and deepspace x reader #rafayel love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader

[charichoo]

i have haikaveh brain rot—

“Go to sleep.” Alhaitham appeared out of the corner of the room, glaring down at Kaveh, who was sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room. At 2 am.

“Can’t. I have work.” Kaveh grunted as he looked back down at his work, grumbling something about geometry and angles. “Maybe you shouldn’t procrastinate so much.” Alhaitham teased.

“Look, if you’re just out here to poke fun at me, just go back to sleep.” Kaveh sighed as he watched Alhaitham sit down on the couch and pick up a book. “You’ve ruined my sleep. There’s no point in trying to go back to it now.”

“Hey…Al? Do you want me to dim the lights?”

“I’ll do it myself if I want them dimmed.”

Kaveh just grumbled in response. “Try to be nice and this what I get.” “What are you doing anyway? Didn’t you already finish this week’s project?” Alhaitham raised his eyebrow, slowly walking up behind Kaveh.

“Oh well…It’s for a fundraiser.” Alhaitham let out a sigh. Very against Kaveh’s will, Alhaitham sat down behind Kaveh, wrapping his arms around his waist, resting his head on Kaveh’s shoulder. “Wha—Hey! You can’t fall asleep there!”

Alhaitham simply grumbled in response, pressing his face further into Kaveh’s neck. “St-Stop it…” Kaveh’s face was covered in a red blush. “Mmm…” That was the last sound Alhaitham made that night. He had fallen fast asleep.

“Are you serious? As if this bight could get any worse…” Kaveh pressed a soft kiss on Alhaitham’s forehead.

#oneshot #alhaitham #kaveh #kavetham #haikaveh #genshin impact #fluff #alhaithem fluff #kaveh x alhaitham

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Raiden x Reader: Plasma Ball

~~~~~~~~~~~~ The clock on the coffee table to your side read in bright red 5:13 p.m, and all you could hear outside is the light showering of rain.

That wasn't what stopped you from perhaps ordering a delivery, but maybe because you're aware of it being a frequent habit you spend money on, and rent was about due soon.

Resting your arm on the edge of your leather couch and placing your chin on your palm, you just looked around your living room, thinking of what to do to alleviate the burning boredom in your mind.

Television was of course an option, but there isn't any interesting show you could watch and you were procrastinating to catch up on the anime, overwhelmed how far you were behind with the six hundred episodes you at least had left. Shit, maybe more, the show never ended yet.  (Damnit, Oda.)

Eyes lowering to the game console below the TV, you thought about it, but that was also a no-go. Games aren't that fun anymore, especially if your internet pals got lives as well.

Last but not least, the bookshelf next to the TV stand. Immediate no.

But thinking of books, you looked to your right looking at your godly partner, his attention completely confiscated by the huge novel in his hands.

You couldn't help but gaze at his face, zoning out in thought. One could say you're admiring him. Though he wasn't a man of fun, you could interact with him and enjoy yourself.

Letting out a sigh, you waited for him to look at you and speak up. But the only movement from him was just him turning a page in the book. So, you tried again with a more forced one.

Yet, there was still no response from him, his faded eyes locked in the story. And you know he heard that one too.

"Raiden!" You yell, disliking not getting his attention.

"What is it, Y/n?" The Thunder Lord questions, not even looking at you.

Moving your body against his larger one, your head rubbing against his shoulder, you answered honestly with a soft utter. "I'm bored."

"Read a book." Was all he said, which makes you more frustrated. You groan and clung onto him more. "Pleaseee, why are you so boring?"

Raiden raises an eyebrow at you for a millisecond before going back to reading. "I'm not an entertainer."

You backed off a bit and thought what you could do to mess with him for a bit, and you got a good idea. A funny one that already made you snicker.

"Wait, I'll be right back!" Raiden looked at you confused, wondering what you thought was funny, or more so, what you were planning.

Jumping off the couch, you ran to your closet to dig for an item that you haven't seen in years.

The long white-haired man could hear you shuffling things around, items crashing on the floor, making you swear from your clumsiness. It didn't take too long for you to find the object you looked for, though.

Running back to the living room with a smile, Raiden sees you carrying some weird glass ball stuck to a small black stand. He could classify that it was something relevant to technology, as a black wired plug trailed behind you.

Carefully bending down to plug the device in beside the couch where he sits,  you chuckle and turn the device on, the center globe inside the glass glowing pink.

"Watch this." You smile and set the ball on the table before using your fingers to touch it, causing bright static lines to appear beneath the pads of your fingers.

Raiden watched with a blank look. Nevertheless, he was somewhat intrigued.

"I'm like you!" Your corny comment makes him give the typical unimpressed old man look on his face.

Another silly idea grew into your head and you looked at the switched-off lamp. You grabbed the shade off it before going back to the plasma ball, putting the shade on your head and touching the device again. It would seem Raiden knew where you were going with this.

Smirking with the conical pretended hat, you mimicked with a deep voice, "I mUsT cOnSuLt WiTh ThE eLdEr GoDs!"

After that, you just couldn't keep a straight face and burst with laughter. Laughing hard enough, you were snorting and not even making regular laughing noises, which makes yourself even more amused.

Raiden, on the other hand, got enough of your shit real quick and swiftly stood from the couch to remove the lampshade off your head. With one finger, he uses his power to send a brief shock to you, which makes your hair stand up and frizzy.

You shut up and stared at him with a taken aback look.

It was all in great fun. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

#mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk imagine #mortal kombat imagines #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #lord raiden #raiden #raiden x reader #goddesswritings

[0046incognito]

What’s the main lore behind CMY2K? I’m a little lost on it so I thought I might ask! :)

no worries! it's probably not just you being a little lost and moreso my fault for never actually explaining anything on my public art blog, i really should start doing all my OCposting here OTL i've also had a habit of being intentionally vague about what actually Happens to avoid spoilers, but the main basic lore isn't really spoiling anything, so now i both have an excuse to infodump and procrastinate animating for a couple more hours^_^ please excuse me if this is mildly rambly and incoherent my brain is a confusing stress-induced psychosis-inflicted sludge

Cyber Mind : Year 2000 is a psychological horror set in an alternate 1999 in which lifelike consumer-grade humanoid androids are about as popular as the personal computer. the Halosoft Electronics Corporation basically has a monopoly on consumer robots, especially with their many lines of LiviComs [or, Living Computer androids]

Hibiki Himura is a mute robot kid who woke up alone in a dumpster on New Year's Day with his memory completely wiped, only knowing his own name and primary function [housekeeping], and being able to deduce A) he must've done something wrong if someone threw him in the trash, and B) halosoft doesn't mass-produce robots that look and act and think like children for Ethical Reasons, so he must be a custom model, meaning he must've done something REALLY wrong if someone was disappointed in him enough to throw out a perfectly functional personally-customized extremely expensive brand-new robot

with livicoms jailbreaking themselves to be able to violate the three laws of robotics and harm humans at a seemingly alarming rate, hibiki is less preoccupied with tracking down whoever threw him out and more concerned with protecting humanity from rogue robots, both out of obligation to the three laws [and his extremely, Extremely, ABSURDLY strict moral compass] and out of a determined Obsessive need to prove that he is useful and capable enough to NOT get thrown out again. for a ten year old, he is REALLY hard on himself and self-sacrificing to an alarming extent

hibiki is joined on his quest to protect humanity by his eccentrically affectionate mentor Voltaire, an electrician livicom who is pretty much singlehandedly responsible for Acid City, New Jersey's ENTIRE electrical grid and taught hibiki how to use, basically, robot psychic powers; Cain Cohen, a cyborg teenage runaway with a baseball bat and unquenchable thirst for "murderizing robots he feels have wronged him"; and Jack Jillard, a stern gruff construction livicom who feels obligated to keep cain and hibiki out of trouble when they wind up staying with him. none of these three appear in the student film i'm working on and i Will be reworking them over the summer BUT they are essential to the lore and main plot

in Regards to the main plot, beyond hibiki's POV, a lotta livicoms do seem kinda on the fritz since new year's, whether by lashing out violently for apparently minuscule reasons, or just simply refusing to work, or just committing suicide! all three of which are in direct violation with all Three laws of robotics, indicating these bots are all Jailbroken. jailbreaking refers to the act of modifying an electronic's software for any purpose beyond the manufacturer's intent. with livicoms, this can be done for a wide variety of minor reasons from installing a new non-standard voice to knowing Way more about safe BDSM practices than default, and it can be done both by humans to their livicoms or, rarely [and strangely as livicoms are supposed to be locked out of their own software settings], livicoms can do it to themselves.

the Really concerning instances of jailbreaking are when the three laws of robotics [as written by isaac asimov: don't harm humans, obey orders given by humans unless harmful, protect own existence unless harmful or disobedient] are either modified or removed entirely. changing the priority order of the three laws is especially common for some reason, IE doing such things as prioritizing self-preservation over obedience, but the worst cases are livicoms that are no longer forbidden from harming humans, and often have reason to feel justified in doing so--but even in such cases, plenty of them seem distressed or horrified at the thought that they hurt somebody, so it's strange....

CMY2K's themes include such topics as: free will, the horror of having one's autonomy violated, moral scrupulosity, self-actualization, worker's rights, ableism, psychosis&unreality, transhumanism&transgenderism, suicidal ideation, OCD&intrusive thoughts, dehumanization&objectification, and you should quit that stupid fucking job that you hate

#oc #not art #cmy2k #actually i might set this as my pinned so no one has to dig through my tags for it in the future

[concussed-to-pieces]

Wolves At The Door; Prelude

Fandom: Resident Evil [Village]

Pairing: Eventual Karl Heisenberg/AFAB!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: It started small, or as small as a gargantuan man stuffed into a traveling cart could be considered.

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our prelude! We will begin in earnest next Wednesday but until then, the prelude 💚 Enjoy!

Tag List:  @cookiethewriter @amneris21 @topgirl17 @vodkafolie @a-smol-witch @baby-lisuga @clockworkmidnight @calwitch @zombiexbody @silver-quinn01

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains mentions of blood. Stay safe!]

It started small, or as small as a gargantuan man stuffed into a traveling cart could be considered. He called himself the Duke, and would sometimes appear in your front yard on clear nights when the moonlight was bright. He was pleasant enough, if a little strange, and seemed to enjoy making idle conversation while his horse grazed.

You, for your part, didn't get many visitors (none at all actually), so you were more than happy to indulge the strangeness of your large guest in exchange for tidbits of news from the outside world. 

"Stocks are down, you know," he would often muse whilst rummaging through a drawer beside his head in search of a cigar.

"Which ones?" was always your question in response. 

Then the rumbling, mischievous chuckle. "All of them except mine, my dear."

He styled himself as a merchant of some kind, occasionally showing you odd trinkets with a fair amount of pride. He never explained his acquisitions and you never asked, too enamored by the clearly-arcane objects to be inquisitive of their origin.

You made the mistake of joking once, "hope you don't sell these to the Hobby Lobby." 

He had blinked at you, obviously confused, bloated fingers cradling the midsection of a carved goat. A smile tugged at one side of his mouth abruptly, and he was laughing when he replied, "my dear, they could not afford my wares."

Neither could you, of course! But the Duke didn't seem to mind overmuch that you were strapped for lei, the man clearly content to entertain his audience of one. 

There were rare occasions where the Duke brought what he called "guests" to your property. Injured animals seemed to trust him infinitely more than you did and you would soon find yourself bemusedly following the Duke's instructions to mend fractured wings or free tangled limbs. And if the animals were a bit more…monstrous than you were used to, well, it may just be a quirk of specialized evolution in this specific neck of the woods. 

You tried not to dwell on the topic while you foraged alone on your property, and you made a conscious effort to not venture past your front door after nightfall. The howling and snarling you heard in the night kept you safe behind your locked door, comforted only by the strange charms the Duke hung on your fenceline. "Free of charge, part of our first class customer service," he had said without a hint of irony.

Everything was normal (or as normal as you were used to) until one particular, stormy evening…

…

You had been rushing most of the day just to get the firewood cut and stacked. That's what you got for procrastinating, you supposed! The logs had been seasoned for ages, you really should have gotten to it beforehand. But now here you were, sky rapidly darkening while you lugged armfuls of wood into your home to place them in the firebox beside the door. The smaller pieces you relegated to the kindling basket, where they resided with the pitch-rich pinecones. 

The sky finally opened up as you were stoking your evening fire, another early spring deluge drenching your home and the surrounding woods. It was shaping up to be a quiet night.

You had just your dinner and settled into a chair beside the fire to get some reading done when a forceful knock at your door pulled you from your reverie. You blinked owlishly at the door. Nobody ever came to visit, and the Duke had never deigned to venture so far onto your property. Even if he did, however, he never visited on rainy nights in the first place. 

Slowly you reached down beside the kindling basket, your fingers grazing the handle of your shaving knife. Before you could pick it up though, a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks. 

"My dear, I understand it is far past calling hours, but would you be so kind as to humor me?" The Duke queried through the door.

You bolted out of your chair, stumbling into your shoes and then rushing to the door. A million thoughts ran through your mind as you undid the lock, most of them concerning whether the large man had been injured by the shadowy creatures that lurked in the woods. He seemed unharmed when you jerked open the door though he looked a touch perturbed, rainwater dripping from his pale forelock. Somehow he had managed to get his cart practically inside your meager porch, his nearness more startling than anything else.

At the sight of you, his broad face split into a grin. "Ah, there you are! I saw the smoke from your chimney and hoped I wouldn't be dragging you from your bed. How are you this evening?"

"G…Good?" You answered hesitantly, realizing as you did that this was stupid of you. This guy was huge and knew from previous conversation that you were very, obviously alone. He hadn't given you any reason to distrust him before, but-

"Excellent to hear, my dear. I've come to you with a bit of a conundrum, I'm afraid." The Duke leaned down and you steeled yourself from recoiling, trying to keep your fear at bay. The merchant studied you for an eternal moment, swollen hands clattering together absently with the metallic jangle of jewelry. "I have a request, my dear."

Oh gods, here it comes. You kept your tone civil. "How can I help you, Duke?"

"You may, of course, feel free to decline this request." He continued, a furrow creasing his brow. "A request is only a request, I assure you. I have a gentleman here who is very, very ill. Indeed, he is on the brink of death."

You felt like the air had been sucked from your lungs. "Oh?" You managed weakly. 

The Duke nodded. "I will not impose upon you, but I must ask for your assistance. If you could, er, be my hands in this endeavor." He gave you a helpless little shrug. "I'm afraid I'm not quite as maneuverable as I ought to be."

Your stomach flip-flopped. The enormous man simply continued to wait, seeming preemptively resigned to whatever your answer would be. "Where is he?"

…

The process was not simple. Not that it ever was, of course. The Duke spent more time rummaging through the drawers of his cart than actually instructing you, coming up with various jars bearing smudged labels. "Salves and balms, for the soul of course." He chortled while you tried to decipher the writing on the labels, "Don't concern yourself with that, my dear! Simply put the green salve onto the open wounds."

"On them?" You asked incredulously, twisting off the lid and then snorting as an overpowering odor of rosemary wafted past your nose. "Normally you try to keep wounds clean, not season them like an Italian dinner."

The Duke glanced at the braids of garlic hanging by his head, almost as if he was pondering their application in this endeavor. "No, no, too spicy." He muttered, half to himself.

The man in the Duke's cart, whoever he was, was in a bad way. His breathing was rapid and shallow, and his clothes were tattered and filthy with a combination of sweat, blood and rainwater. You were directed to peel fabric back where you could, exposing the broken skin so you could liberally coat it in that strange salve and then wrap it with cloth bandages. 

"I am uncertain of its efficacy, my dear, but we must remain optimistic." The gargantuan man encouraged you once you settled onto your knees for a moment. 

You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, squinting up at the Duke. "Who is this guy, anyway?" 

"Ah, well that is an interesting tale. Suffice to say, he doesn't know. I'm afraid all he can recall is his name." The Duke leaned in, first glancing around as if he was concerned someone was listening nearby. His voice was nothing but a whisper when he stated, "Karl Heisenberg." 

Part One

#prelude #karl heisenberg #eventual romance #the duke #fix it fic #AU #see you all next wednesday! #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil karl heisenberg #lord karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg imagine

[lilyrachelcassidy]

Drunken Stupor

A/N: The snippets of my procrastination right before studying to the math’s test. 

Summary: Y/N is stuck with Draco Malfoy in a very (un)comfortable position, hungover and flustered. 

Word Count: 464

Warnings: hell yeah... allusions to sex and alcohol... and language 

“Holy fuck,” the words exude out of your mouth as soon as you wake up, your eyes fluttering rapidly, your head spinning after the post-drunken-stupor state of the previous day. Slowly, you try to make out where you are at with your tactile senses; you touch what appears to be the silky sheets of the bed, then your hand traverses to the further side of the bed just to discover someone else mere inches away from you. Instead of instantly pulling back, the heat of that person’s body draws you, and so you touch them lightly, dragging your hand across the bare shoulders, tracing and exploring the muscular posture. But that is only until the complacent, familiar voice echoes in your ears:

“Enjoying ourselves, are we?”

You freeze suddenly. Though painfully, your eyes open in a fraction just to reveal the particular, naked somebody laying next to you with the arms folded behind the head and smirking smugly. His midriff, not covered with the blankets (which you can’t say you hate), is beaming at you with its brawn whereas his platinum hair is bedraggled, poking in every direction, which makes him somehow even more attractive.

Darn it.

“What? What the-” you stutter, not able to formulate a coherent sense out of the rill of your thoughts. “How has... how have we landed in this situation, Malfoy?”

Draco Malfoy, your adversary which you wouldn’t have - whatever it is that you have done - if you had been in your senses. That wasn’t, haplessly, the case.

“Don’t you remember? After the party, you seduced me, brought me here, and well...” He gestures at your necked bodies tangled in the sheets, even a bigger grin spreading on his face. “You know what happened next.”

“Stop joking about it!” you drawl, hiding your face in your palms and letting out a flustered growl. “Never would I have such a lapse in judgment to do that.”

Draco lifts himself up a bit on his hands to the seated position and then leans slightly forward in your direction, planting small kisses on your stripped shoulder and wandering over to your neck. “Are you sure about that?” he mutters in between the action.

Unwittingly, your body is instantly set ablaze, and as much as you wish to pull yourself away from him, your self-will is apparently fazed. And as he proceeds to kiss you, a small moan escapes your mouth which doesn't slip away from Draco's attention. He smiles.

"Are you sure about that?" he repeats his question, more ostentatious this time as his hand roams down your body - your collarbone, your shoulder, your breast, over to your abdomen...

Little git, never able to give up.

"No..." you rasp out quietly, and he smirks, self-satisfied, at your response.

#draco malfoy x reader #Draco x reader #draco malfoy fanfic #Draco Malfoy #draco #harry potter fandom

[mariacallous]

Netanyahu’s disastrous strategy regarding Gaza and Hamas is part of what makes him Israel’s worst prime minister, but it’s not the only factor. Previous Israeli prime ministers, too, blundered into bloody wars on the basis of misguided strategies and faulty advice from their military and intelligence advisers.

Netanyahu stands out from them for his refusal to accept responsibility, and for his political machinations and smear campaigns since October 7. He blames IDF generals and nourishes the conspiracy theory that they, in alliance with the protest movement, somehow allowed October 7 to happen.

Netanyahu believes that he is the ultimate victim of that tragic day. Convinced by his own campaign slogans, he argues that he is the only one who can deliver Israel from this valley of shadows to the sunlit uplands of “total victory.” He refuses to consider any advice about ending the war and continues to prioritize preserving his coalition, because he appears incapable of distinguishing between his own fate, now tainted by tragic failure, and that of Israel.

Many around the world assume that Israel’s war with Hamas has proceeded according to some plan of Netanyahu’s. This is a mistake. Netanyahu has the last word as prime minister and head of the emergency war cabinet, but he has used his power mainly to prevaricate, procrastinate, and obstruct. He delayed the initial ground offensive into Gaza, hesitated for weeks over the first truce and hostage-release agreement in November, and is now doing the same over another such deal with Hamas. For the past six months, he has prevented any meaningful cabinet discussion of Israel’s strategic goals. He has rejected the proposals of his own security establishment and the Biden administration. He presented vague principles for “the day after Hamas” to the cabinet only in late February, and they have yet to be debated.

However one views the war in Gaza—as a justified war of defense in which Hamas is responsible for the civilian casualties it has cynically hidden behind, or as an intentional genocide of the Palestinian people, or as anything in between—none of it is Netanyahu’s plan. That’s because Netanyahu has no plan for Gaza, only one for remaining in power. His obstructionism, his showdowns with generals, his confrontations with the Biden administration—all are focused on that end, which means preserving his far-right coalition and playing to his hard-core nationalist base.

Meanwhile, he’s doing what he has always done: wearing down and discrediting his political opponents in the hope of proving to an exhausted and traumatized public that he’s the only alternative. So far, he’s failing. Polls show that an overwhelming majority of Israelis want him gone. But Netanyahu is fending off calls to hold an early election until he believes he is within striking distance of winning.

Netanyahu’s ambition has consumed both him and Israel. To regain and remain in office, he has sacrificed his own authority and parceled out power to the most extreme politicians. Since his reelection in 2022, Netanyahu is no longer the center of power but a vacuum, a black hole that has engulfed all of Israel’s political energy. His weakness has given the far right and religious fundamentalists extraordinary control over Israel’s affairs, while other segments of the population are left to pursue the never-ending quest to end his reign.

One man’s pursuit of power has diverted Israel from confronting its most urgent priorities: the threat from Iran, the conflict with the Palestinians, the desire to nurture a Westernized society and economy in the most contested corner of the Middle East, the internal contradictions between democracy and religion, the clash between tribal phobias and high-tech hopes. Netanyahu’s obsession with his own destiny as Israel’s protector has caused his country grievous damage.

Most Israelis already realize that Netanyahu is the worst of the 14 prime ministers their country has had in its 76 years of independence. But in the future, Jews might even remember him as the leader who inflicted the most harm on his people since the squabbling Hasmonean kings brought civil war and Roman occupation to Judea nearly 21 centuries ago. As long as he remains in power, he could yet surpass them.

Benjamin Netanyahu Is Israel’s Worst Prime Minister Ever

[vampireluck]

Heyo, don't be too shy to post your writing if you want to post it! I'll bet you it's good u.u Which (Cillian) characters and what genres are you (not) ready to write? More specifically, is Jonathan Crane from Nolan's Batman movies also a valid option? xD

Anyhow, maybe a Neil Lewis x sleep-deprived-and-stressed-from-university-despite-procrastinating reader comfort thingy (definitely no copium on my part there)? :D

Looking forward to your stories!

A/N: thank u sm:( I'll create a list and post it soon (should be probablyyyy before I post this??) which'll outline all that:) but omg of COUURRRSEE Johnathan crane is allowed he's so fine like who else is salivating rn........... anyways neil is literally my baby girl so I hope I did him justice for u🙏🙏 also I'm literally procrastinating doing hw rn so we are in the same boat stay strong king

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99.5 - Neil Lewis x GN! Reader.

Summary: Neil helps his sleepless, stressed partner finally get some rest.

Warnings: Swearing?????? Neil is so out of character what . Established relationship. I try to talk about a movie I've never seen so.

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"but ninety's close and, ninety nine is almost sure. ninety nine and half, it just won't do."

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The erupting sound of laptop keys being clacked with fervor cascaded throughout their room, with a deep, heaving sigh and their bottom lip hooked on their teeth, they leaned back.

This- university, that is- had become too much.

It seemed, to them, they had ten million classes, which then meant ten million responsibilities and ten million more things on their plate that just added up- so many assignments, so many papers and emails to write and notes to check and things to read and-

And then, of course, there was Neil.

Neil, who ran his dearly beloved video store. Neil, who could sleep at night. Neil who wasn't in University.

Oh, Y/N thought, tucking their knees under their chin, palm rubbing at bagged eyes, how they envied him.

Yes, he did have his stresses, but he didn't have to deal with this fucking professor who-

"Y/N. You here?"

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

They let out a weak noise of approval, absentmindedly pressing keys on their laptop as they gazed at the screen.

This all seemed wrong.

They couldn't find the right words for their thoughts, their brain muddled and their paper riddled with too many repetitive sentences and words and it was just dogshit and-

Ever so gently, Neil stalked up behind them, pressing a sweet kiss to their temple.

"What'cha workin' on?"

He rested his chin on their shoulder, crystalline eyes locked on the screen as Y/N huffed out in defeat, eyes trained on the cups littering their desk with tired eyes.

Two empty mugs, at least four of those paper insulted coffee cups, another few, large drive-thru cups of either-empty-or-quarter-filled, heavily caffeinated pops of some kind, three empty cans of energy drinks (the ones they swore to themself never to drink again after downing five back-to-back one time in high school on a dare,) and littered between it all was a dozen notebooks and folders and textbooks decorated with various pens and highlighters.

"Y'know."

They spoke, huffing in a sweet breath, scratching at the back of their hair (which felt tight in its root the way it did when they just woke up and were still filled with a deep sleepiness or when they hadn't slept at all,) before gesturing somewhat to the screen.

Neil chuckled a bit, voice soft, yet still awkward in that sweet way Neil was.

"Not really, scholar"

Y/N laughed a bit too hard.

"Scholar? You wouldn't call me that if you read this excuse of a paper, seriously- this thing is bullshit-"

They cut themself off with a deep yawn, now acutely aware of their tiredness.

Neil readjusted, caging them in his arms by rounding them across their shoulders, chin still resting on them.

"Bet it's better than I could do"

Y/N groaned.

"Bet s' not."

Neil simply shrugged, eliciting an 'ehhh' in disagreement before pressing another kiss on their shoulder, letting his partner ramble on.

"I don't get why they assign so much shit- I bet it's more than my fucking high school did- and I'm so fucking stressed Neil. I can't even sleep because I have so much shit to do. Then I sit here and I do none of it all fucking day because I can't fucking focus on it"

They ranted out, pushing their head back on Neils shoulder, staring up at the ceiling.

"You haven't slept?"

They huffed out for at least the fourteenth time within the hour.

"No."

Neil squeezed Y/N in his arms for a second before unraveling them, getting up from his position, hands flat on the low arms of Y/N's chair as he lazily laid his head back in faux-thought, staring at the ceiling alongside his partner.

"I think I may know why you can't focus or do anything"

Y/N laughed a little, dryly.

"Oh?"

"S' just a theory though"

Y/N dropped their shoulders and rolled their head to finally look at Neil.

"Well?"

Their voiced was laced with a fake agitation as he looked down at them.

"I think you're overdue for a break"

Y/N was quick to butt into this, eyes trained on Neil as he slid away from the chair, instead leaning against the wall next to it, long legs crossed.

"Technically I haven't done shit- so I've just been taking one huge stressful break for the past, like, two days so-"

He had an arm wrapped around his own ribcage, the other propped against it, holding his chin in his hand with it as he looked off in thought.

"Sorority House Massacre-"

Y/N was quick to speak, the two's voiced overlapping.

"Oh God-" They groaned "Neil, you know I adore watching movies with you but I have so much work to do I-"

"Popcorn, or The Crime Doctor?"

They sighed, eyes locked on their boyfriend, who looked at them expectantly.

Their brows furrowed together.

"Do I have a choice?'

Neil shook his head, eyes still just as expectant.

"The Crime Doctor. Can I work while we watch?"

Neil stuck his hand out to his lover.

"No-o" He dragged his voice out, a sweet smile on his mouth as he shook his hand just a touch "you have to watch-watch, it's a break"

Y/N took Neil's hand into their own, unwinding their legs from beneath them and getting up.

They stretched out a bit, tugging at the hem of their sleep-shorts with their free hand.

Neil squeezed their hand, tugging them along to their living room.

He settled them on the couch, which they sunk into tiredly, before he wandered off to the kitchen.

He was quick to return, a few snacks and bottled drinks in hand he scattered across the coffee table, before he stood and gazed at the shelves full of VHS tapes and DVDs of all kinds, tracing his eyes quickly over each of the names.

He found The Crime Doctor, electing a little, excited, 'aha!' as he did, plucking it from the shelf.

"Have you seen this before?"

Y/N shook their head, peeling the plush throw blanket off from its position draped over the back of the couch.

"S' really good. It started as a radio series back in 1940-ish-" He spoke as he put the thing into it's respective player, the thing whirring to life as he turned on the TV. "-Then was made into a series of movies in 1943."

He paused, caught his breath, and sat down onto the couch alongside his lover, wrapping an arm around their shoulder, using his other hand to tuck the blanket in-between the two of them so it wrapped a bit more firmly around their frame.

"For something so old, it dealt with a lot of good topics. Mental health and morality in the criminal justice system, that kind of thing. Not something you really saw during that time"

The movie began, erupting onto the screen as Neil held Y/N closer to himself, littering little kisses wherever he could reach.

Y/N hummed in reply, drooping eyes locked onto the screen as Neil began gently carding his fingers through their hair.

He passed his hand over their hair, closing his eyes and kissing their hairline ever so softly.

"I love you a lot, y'know?"

Y/N pushed themself further into Neil's embrace, curled into his side.

"I love you too.." They spoke, voice muffled by Neils shoulder "Thank you."

He replied with another kiss to decorate their face, fingertips still at work scratching gently at their scalp.

Y/N breathed Neil in, relishing in the comfort he always brought them as the movie marched on, black and white and strangely nostalgic.

And as it did, their eyes fluttered shut (with the idea that, no, they weren't going to sleep, only closing their eyes for just a second,) before their exhaustion took over each of their senses, lulling them to sleep.

And, Neil decided then, with Y/N in his arms, there wasn't a single thing he'd change in this moment, before shutting his own eyes and drifting off himself, The Crime Doctor still playing in all it's glory.

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"oh, I thought I told you before, you never take it so far that you can't take it back down."

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#neil lewis x reader #watching the detectives #watching the detectives x reader #watching the detectives fanfiction #Cillian murphy x reader #Cillian murphy fanfiction #neil lewis #neil lewis fanfiction

[niadrawsstuff]

The Aftermath

*clasps hands together in evilness* ITS DONE ITS FINALLY DONEE!! IT TOOK A FEW DAYS AND A BIT OF PROCRASTINATING BUT ITS DONEE!!!

I’m finally gonna be talking about what happened after “The Winning Side” in the At Your Service au. i was originally gonna write a fic about it, but i thought that would take a while and im still not really good with writing yet so i figured i just infodump instead. There’s still gonna be a bit of dialogue here and there, and i added some drawings too cuz why not. Also, DANG this was longer than i expected-

Without further ado, here it is!!

So obviously since this takes place after Winning Side, Mei and Sandy still get the first ring, albeit without MK. When they reunite with Pigsy, Tang and Wukong, they fill them in about what happened with MK, and of course, they’re all panicked.

3 days have gone by and the gang have put the search for the other rings on hold, not until they have MK back. Mei tried tracking MK on his phone, but nothing.

Ever since Wukong started meditating, he slowly began regaining a bit of what power he had left. He tried to astral project to MK, but no matter how many times he tried, to no avail.

One day however, Wukong started to feel his vision flicker gold.

(Was someone trying to astral project to him? But that would mean-)

A familiar figure began to appear. It began flickering a few times before it stopped and revealed itself, and Wukong couldn’t believe his eyes.. it was MK.

MK was, as expected, not in the best shape to say the least. When he looked up and saw Wukong, he was nearly on the verge of tears.

“…M-Monkey King..?”

Wukong was immediately frantic, immediately started talking to his student, asking if he was ok, did LBD hurt him, etc etc. This caught attention of the whole gang, and they too were frantic, but decide to wait until Wukong was done before they could ask any questions.

“Kid, where are you right now?”

“I-I don’t know. Some kind of cell in a cave, i think. I dont-“

Suddenly, Wukong heard a laugh. A laugh he knew all too well.

MK’s astral projection began fading in and out. Wukong panicked, and began to call out to his student multiple times, but before he knew it, MK was gone.

Before the gang could go up to Wukong, asking him questions about what happened, that same laughter continued. Behind them, a shadow began to form into a familiar monkey. Wukong scowled.

Macaque begins mocking them, telling them that if they want the kid back, then they’ll have to come for him. Wukong lunges towards the shadow in rage, but it disappears before he could reach it.

All of a sudden, Mei’s phone started beeping. She takes it out and sees that MK’s tracker was finally working. They now know where MK was!

Pigsy was skeptical about this, surely it wasn’t that easy? Wukong was skeptical too, but they didnt have any other choice. So Sandy starts the van and they set off towards MK’s location.

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After what felt like hours, the van finally skidded to a stop to the entrance of a huge cave. The gang decided that Wukong, Mei, Pigsy, and Tang will enter the cave, while Sandy stayed in the van to keep watch.

The plan was simple. Go in, find MK, get out. Sounds easy, right? The 4 exit the van, and off they go into the cave.

They only took a few steps in before the cave began to rumble. The gang quickly moved out of the way before rocks began to fall. The rumbling finally stopped aaandd… yup. The entrance is blocked. Great.

The group decided to continue their search, they’ll figure out how to get out later. They walked throughout the cave, calling out for MK. And for a while, they didnt get a response. Until suddenly,

“HEY!! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?!”

The group immediately recognized that voice as they sprinted towards where it was coming from. They arrived at what seems to be a cell, and inside the cell.. was MK.

Just like how Wukong saw him last, he was all bruised and messed up, but everybody was absolutely relieved that nothing worse had happened to him.

MK told them that he got off lucky, that the Lady Bone Demon decided to lock him up instead.

Didn’t take long for Mei to whip out her sword, slice the cells open, and immediately pulling MK into a hug. Aaanndd MK earning a small smack in the head. (Mei: Dont pull anything dumb like that again!) MK lets out a half hearted chuckle, beckoning Mei to let him go. (huh, that’s odd? he never refuses a hug)

Pigsy, in dad mode, already rushes over and started asking him if he’s okay. MK pauses at that before giving him a dull warm smile, “I’m fine, dadsy! It’s okay.” The pig huffs in relief, muttering about how he’s gonna make that monkey wannabe pay for kidnapping his kid.

MK then makes eye contact with the king. And for a short moment, everything changed. Instead of him greeting the king, or giving him a small smile, he flashes him a blank look, enough to pierce into the soul, which catches Wukong off guard. It was only for a short moment, before MK turns away when Tang calls for him. His blank look immediately changing into his usual dull smile.

Tang mentions that they probably will have to find another way out, since the entrance to the cave got blocked by the rocks. But MK says that there’s another exit there nearby, he saw while he was getting locked up.

They all got up as MK led the way to the other exit, him passing by Wukong as he did. As soon as they passed each other, Wukong suddenly felt as if a cold aura had brushed him. He gets startled as he frantically looks around, thinking the Lady Bone Demon had snuck up on them. But nothing. Wukong doesn’t wait around any longer as he quickly catches up with the rest of the gang, loosely following behind. He was just finally glad that MK was safe.

However, the blank look he gave him never left him. Wukong shakes his head, “no no, don’t overthink it. he just got taken to the Lady Bone Demon for crying out loud, who knows what she could’ve done to him? he’s safe now, that’s all that matters.” but Wukong still can’t shake the feeling that something was off.

The way MK brushes off the whole capture situation, the way he suddenly felt distant from the group, the cold feeling that never left. Wukong decides that enough was enough, and activates his gold vision and…

…oh my god.

Wukong abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Everyone noticed, and stopped walking as well. Pigsy, Tang and Mei turned to look at him in confusion, while MK still had his back behind the group, not even turning to face them.

“Mr. King?”, the dragon girl says.

No…

“What’s the matter with you?”, Pigsy asks.

No no no n o…

“Monkey King, are you okay? We have to hurry before Macaque-“ Tang begins to say until-

Suddenly, a sinister roar of laughter began to echo throughout the cave. In front of them, the shadows around them began to curl and form. There he was, back again, the Six-Eared Macaque himself. Everyone was startled, as Mei immediately pulls out her dragon sword, scowling. Macaque simply stood there, a good distance between himself and the group. He stands there with a sinister smirk on his face.

No one besides Wukong noticed how MK was the only one who remained unphased throughout Macaque’s entrance.

“Wow, you all actually fell for it. This will make my job so much easier..”

Mei leans to MK and whispers, “C’mon MK, we can take him down! I’ll look for an opening and we can-“

What caught her off guard was how MK, still unphased, began walking away from her. “MK?”

MK ignored her, only taking a few steps before stopping right in front of Macaque.

“I have to admit, MK did a very good job luring you all here, didn’t you kid?”

“..Kid?” Pigsy was the first to speak, “..what’s going on?”

MK gave no answer. He finally turned around, his head hanging low. He looked up, a blank look in his eyes for a small moment. That expression didn’t last, however..

..as MK started to laugh.

What started as a small giggle slowly began to morph into maniacal laughter. The group slowly became horrified, each taking a step back.

They could only watch as MK’s appearance suddenly began to change. (A glamour?)

They watched as MK’s ruined yellow jacket suddenly changed to a traditional blue outfit, a small skull on his neck. His eyes changed from his warm brown to an empty dark blue. MK simply looked at his friends with a cruel smirk on his face, as if he was proud.

Mei’s shock and distraught was quickly replaced by anger as she clenched her sword tighter. “You- What did you do to him? What did you do to MK?!”

“Oh, me? I didn’t do anything. The Lady Bone Demon just thought that your friend here could use some.. fixing.”

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Remember child… capture Sun Wukong and bring him to me.. alive.

Out of nowhere, MK’s hands began to surround themselves in ice. Before the gang could register what was happening, he lunges forward.

Que big fight scene. There was a lot of yelling, questions, evil laughing, a tiny bit of crying, just a bunch of angst here and there that im too lazy to write the dialogue for lol.

MK is mostly fighting Wukong, not paying attention to the others. They tried to hold him off, asking what’s gotten into him, only leading to MK pushing them off and continuing the fight with the Monkey King.

At some point, Macaque also joins the battle, summoning shadow clones left and right to try and slow Wukong down. Its kinda back and forth, with Wukong having to avoid MK’s attacks while also dodging Macaque’s attempts at capturing him.

Wukong tries and tries to get MK to come to his senses, telling him that this isn’t him, that whatever the Lady Bone Demon told him wasn’t true, and how he had to snap out of it. MK isn’t having any of it, an evil glee in his eyes, as he continues to attack the Monkey King.

MK tells Wukong how he never felt better. “His Lady” has shown him that he can become more better and stronger without the king’s guidance.

“You never believed in me, did you? I was just someone you tossed the staff to. My Lady showed me just how much of a bad mentor you really are, how I was the wrong successor. She decided to fix me, to become stronger, better. So now Monkey King, let me show you how strong I’ve really become.”

How could Wukong let this happen? If he had just been there for him, none of this would’ve happen. Now his student has become a pawn of the Lady Bone Demon, and it was all his fault. It was all his fault. His fault. h i s fault. H I S F A U L T-

Despite all their efforts to reason with MK, he wouldn’t listen. They needed to find a way out and fast. Tang manages to find an exit out of the cave, which led to Pigsy grabbing Mei and heading for the exit. Mei was stubborn, screaming how they couldn’t leave MK. Pigsy didn’t want to leave him either, but they didn’t have any other choice.

After Pigsy and Mei left, Tang calls out for the Monkey King. Wukong manages to throw MK off him as MK was hit against the wall. Wukong cursed himself under his tongue, he’ll have to apologize for that later. He instantly makes his way towards the exit before Macaque’s shadow clones dropped and piled on him, forbidding him to move. The real Macaque, kneels down in front of the trapped simian.

“There’s no use in fighting Wukong. Surrender, or i’ll bring you to the Lady Bone Demon by force if i have to.”

“Not.. gonna… HAPPEN!”

With a burst of energy, Wukong yells as he manages throws off the shadow clones, throwing off Macaque as well. Wukong wastes no time as he bolts for the exit, and just to make sure they don’t follow him, he aims to block the exit. He punches the wall hard, and in no time the cave began to rumble.

Wukong looks over and sees MK recovering and standing up, and they both shared eye contact with each other. The last thing the Monkey King saw was his student’s face, staring at him with a blank empty look.

The rocks finally came down, blocking the exit. Wukong could only stare at the blocked cave as the dust began to clear.

Not wasting time, Wukong makes his way back to the van where all the other’s were waiting. As soon as he got in, Tang instantly tells Sandy to floor it. Sandy immediately starts the van and sets off.

Sandy drove for a bit until he found a safe location to stop at. He turns to face towards the group, and notices how there’s no MK in sight. He asks what happened and where’s MK, and everyone was… silent. They were all still processing by what just happened, no one knew what to say.

It wasn’t long before Wukong broke the silence. “She.. She got him. The Lady Bone Demon… she got MK.” As Wukong recaps from what happened during the rescue mission, Sandy too was horrified.

In a defeated and dejected tone, Pigsy asks the simian, “So.. what do we do now?” Tang puts him hands around the pig’s shoulders in an attempt to comfort him.

Wukong thinks it over for a moment.

“We stick to our original plan. The sooner we find the rings, the sooner we can defeat the Lady Bone Demon..”

Wukong clenches his fists.

“.. the sooner we can save MK.”

At that, the whole gang agrees. They will get MK back, no matter the cost.

Tang brings out the map and Sandy goes to start the van again. As they all continued their journey, Wukong stood by himself as he looked out the window.

“Hang on tight, bud. I’ll get you out of this mess.”

“I promise.”

#hope you all enjoyed reading this one!! #im not really good with words but i really liked how this turned out #at your service au #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #monkie kid au #monkie kid mk #monkie kid mei #monkie kid pigsy #monkie kid tang #monkie kid sandy #monkie kid wukong #monkie kid macaque #monkie kid season 3 #nia rambles #long post

[h4arts]

Could you do one where the reader is wicth ( powers like scarlet witch) her bff is enid and evetually Wednesday and she dates kent ( the siren they been dateing for 2yrs before Wednesday camw to nevermore

the rave'n, kent -synopsis: you and your boyfriend let enid and wednesday tag along to the rave'n with you -warnings: none, but this is really bad, i'm so sorry

"enid, honey, i'm sure he's just nervous. he really does like you, i'm sure of it!" currently, you, enid, and wednesday were sitting around their room. wednesday was typing away, working on her novel while trying desperately not to lash out at the loud atmosphere. you and enid both sat on the latter's bed talking about the rave'n and your dates.

"well he hasn't asked me and he doesn't appear to be making any effort to soon." enid pouts at the thought of ajax not asking her. she thought she had been obvious in her liking towards the boy, but he just hasn't seemed to pick up on it. "can't you like, mind read him or something? please?"

"enid." you sigh, giving your friend a pointed look. "that's an invasion of privacy."

"but it's an emergency!" enid begs, grabbing your hands with a little squeeze. "please? i'll love you forever."

"you know i don't like doing that to my friends. plus you'll already love me forever." enid sighs at your response, her head falling onto your shoulder as she moves to hug you. you hug back, resting your chin on top of the girl's head as you look across the room at wednesday.

"what about you, wednesday?" you ask, trying to ease enid's disappointment for the moment by redirecting the conversation's focus.

"i'm not going." the girl responds simply, her fingers still rapidly tapping the letters of her typewriter.

"you should though! it'll be fun." enid tries, moving out of your hold to face wednesday also.

"i would rather not bleed out from my ear amongst a crowd of yelling teenagers and horrid music blasting at a volume too loud to be legal." with a small grimace at the response, you turn to face enid who wore a matching expression.

"well, what about you and kent? you're still going together?"

"i would hope so. that would be like, what, two years gone to waste if he went with someone else?" you grin as enid flops backwards onto her bed in exasperation. "oh, come on. you can come with us. or we can find you another date."

"really?" she looks up at you hopefully, excited that she can still go.

"'course. c'mon."

that interaction had happened last week, and it was now the day before the rave'n. you still hadn't gotten yourself anything to wear and enid was a livid, pouting mess. you had dragged the poor girl with you to jericho to help you find something, all while she lectured your ear off about procrastinating something as big and important as this.

"it's not that big of a deal, enid. i could probably show up in normal clothes and no one would care." you huff, swinging the doors to the next shop on your list open.

"well you're not doing that, and now you're stuck with the leftovers of whatever wasn't already picked over." enid scrunches her nose at the lack of clothing in the shop before turning away to browse the racks. with a sigh, you turn in the opposite direction of the blonde, searching through the bare isles.

"what about this?" you ask holding up an obnoxiously bright, poofy, yellow dress. it was a joke, obviously, but enid didn't seem to find humor in the action. with a small glare, she shakes her head and goes around the rack to stand beside you, her arms full of various options, all white to go with the theme. "thanks, e."

"why couldn't you have brought kent instead of me?" enid questions as the two of you walk to the dressing rooms. it wasn't rude, she was simply curious.

"because as much as i love him, he would get distracted too easily. plus, you have a better fashion sense than he does." you shrug. "also, you were the only one available."

"i wonder why that could be." enid frowns as you duck behind the curtain of the changing room to try on the outfits. after multiple changes and re-tries, you settled on the cheapest option. enid frowned at your reasoning, but it did look the best out of all options anyway.

thankfully, enid was much more lighthearted on the trek back to nevermore, eagerly talking you ear off about how she wouldn't sleep that night because she was so excited.

"oh, by the way, i finally convinced wednesday to go!" was the last thing the blonde girl said to you before shutting the door of her dorm, leaving you to walk back down the hallway to your own.

thirty minutes before the dance began, you had rushed to enid and wednesday's room to help them with last minute additions to their looks. you would have gone earlier, but you had been texting kent, devising a plan that would soon be put into action, hence, why you were rushing to your best friends' dorm so quickly.

"you guys about done?" you eyed the two's dresses with a smile as you shut the door behind you.

"unfortunately." wednesday glares down at the dress circling her feet.

"come on, don't be like that. it's only a few hours of your life." enid glances back through the mirror at her friend before continuing to apply her lipstick.

"a few tortuous hours." much to both yours and enid's delight, a knock at the door cut of the brewing argument wednesday was about to spew.

"why don't you get that enid." you say, sitting on the edge of said girl's bed as she sets down her lipstick and goes to open the door.

"ajax?"

"surprise!" kent smiles widely, standing behind ajax who holds out a bouquet of pink, purple, and yellow flowers. both were dressed for the dance and enid looks back to you, wearing a wide grin that put little lines in her freshly applied lipstick.

"i know this is kinda- i mean really late, but, do you wanna maybe go to the dance with me?" ajax shifts nervously on his feet, eyes angled down and his grip firm on the stems of the flowers he held.

"yes!" enid squeals excitedly, gently taking the flowers from the other boy's grasp and turning to set them on her dresser. while you went to greet your boyfriend, wednesday, who had been watching the entire interaction weaved her way between the crown outside the door, muttering to you that she'd meet you at the end of the hall.

the dance went smoothly from there, enid and ajax finally getting to go together. you danced with all your friends and kent until the end of the dance, adrenaline from the night slowly leaving the sweaty bodies of the teens swarming the courtyard to go back to their dorms. enid had gone for a walk with ajax and wednesday had left early, leaving you and kent to walk back to your dorms.

"i'm glad we finally got ajax and enid together." kent tells you, eyes looking up at the sky rather than where he was going, causing him to have almost ran into a pillar, had you not pulled him back in time.

"me too." you laugh as he straightens himself up again and you both continue to walk. "i guess enid was right about reading someone's mind for once. it certainly saved us all the sight of seeing ajax go with who he was planning to since he though enid would've said no to him."

"oh yeah, that would've been the end of the world for sure."

#kent x reader #wednesday x reader #enid sinclair x platonic!reader #wednesday

[vasito-de-leche]

Ngl I adore the way you write Dj subatomic

Would you be down to do hcs of him as a dad?

;NSR DJSS - Parent Headcanons

Compilation of headcanons and analysis about DJ Subatomic Supernova as a father and dealing with parenthood.

glad you like it! I'm still working veeeeery slowly on the other love languages posts, but I lost steam halfway thru, so I'm procrastinating those by answering this one lolol

i'll leave the details as to how he becomes a father up to y'all, since i dont rlly care abt those specifics - adoption, biological kids, etc, up to yall!

DJSS never really considered starting a family nor having children.

As someone who priotizes his work first and foremost, having a family - let alone children who require attention 24/7 - just isn't a possibility in his book, DJSS considers it a setback rather than an ideal lifestyle. So fatherhood is something that's thrown at him and catches him by surprise, if that makes sense. I can only see him accepting such responsibility if it's the only option available, if there's absolutely no one and nowhere else the child can go to.

Once again, he's an outlier when compared to the other Megastars. They have themes of unity, bonding with others and different types of families, not just the nuclear family example: the Sayu Gang have each other, Yinu's parents are a huge an important part of her life, 1010 act as a unit and, whether you see Neon J as their parental figure or not, he's still responsible for them in a way. Eve connects with like-minded artists and her fans, Tatiana connects with the megastars, Vinyl City as a whole and Eve herself. Even DK West is here by virtue of being Zuke's brother. DJSS is just there, all alone.

I like to think that the time he spent working as a teacher had a big impact on him, growing disillusioned overtime with not only his passions but the concept of community - the current DJSS doesn't really see a point in nurturing any sort of relationship that isn't transactional nor profitable.

Some characters worry about being good parents and influences, some worry about their economic situations not being enough to support a child, and so on and so forth. DJSS simply doesn't care about any of that, he's got a stable life and is confident in his skills (at the very least, confident in his ability to learn how to care for a child pretty quickly). He just... never considered the idea of being a father.

Whether the kid is a boy or a girl or anything else, he doesn't care. He has no preference. The only opinion he has relates to the amount of kids he'll allow - which is one. The less kids running around, the better.

Treats parenthood like a job, basically. DJSS appears to be a neglectful parent on the outside, but is very attentive to his kid's needs.

There is always a sense of distance and a layer of feigned indifference when it comes to his very scarce relationships, this is no different.

During the first years, DJSS makes a point to treat his role as a father like a job - it's how he tackles things, seeing them as tasks to solve. His approach can be easily read as him being uninterested, maybe even neglectful - at least to outsiders. DJSS has cultivated quite the reputation, being a polarizing figure to the public and all, so the fact that he has a child certainly doesn't sit well with those who exclusively see him for being arrogant and irresponsible.

He's very private about this aspect of his life, ignoring any questions about his child or his struggles as a parent. It's easy to assume he just doesn't care at all.

Those who DO know DJSS are fully aware of his dedication, his work ethics might be unorthodox and only make sense to him but damn if he doesn't get the job done. The reason he can act so casual is because of the work he puts in behind the scenes, multitasking a hundred different things to ensure the kid is fully cared for. After all, the happier this kid is, the less troublesome they'll be.

I imagine that during the first years, he provides for the child without getting himself directly involved. If they show interest in something in particular, like dinosaurs for example, DJSS won't take them to any exhibits but he will buy them encyclopedias and leave documentaries on for them to watch. If they need interaction and friends, he'll set up weekly playdates with Yinu (if she's not too old) - maybe even let the other Megastars babysit his kid. They've all probably pestered him about bringing his kid to work just so they can meet them, finding babysitters isn't a problem.

Once again, distance. DJSS doesn't want his career to end so suddenly just because he has to take care of a human life. Until he finds his footing and comes to term with being a father, DJSS resorts to finding people who are properly equipped to care for the kid when needed, all while he ensures that all of their needs are met without directly stepping in.

He becomes very perceptive to his kid and any changes in their behaviour, being able to tell if they've had a bad day or if they're hiding something from him just from a few glances. DJSS makes sure to be informed about his kid's friends, their passions and hobbies, likes and dislikes... All so he can nudge them in the right direction or give them advice in his own subtle way.

I want to insist that this isn't a case of an unloving father who purposefully ignores his child. It's more so an issue of properly connecting and bonding with each other. DJSS knows them like the back of his hand, but only the things he's been able to gleam and observe - and his child? They wouldn't be able to tell you HIS favorite color. And yet they both care about each other in their own way. It's a very one-sided, complex family dynamic.

Contrary to popular belief, DJSS would not want to be his kid's teacher. But their education is still very important to him.

Does he have a lot of things to say about the current education system? Yes. Does he think he could do a better job than every single teacher in Vinyl City? Absolutely, his ego is big enough for that.

But when it comes to his kid's education, DJSS understands that he's been a little out of touch with the basics. He didn't get a degree to be an elementary or highschool teacher, after all.

While he can't pick them up from school or attend every single parent-teacher meeting, DJSS makes a point of meeting all of his kid's teachers to ensure they're taking their jobs seriously and also keeps up with the curriculum - just in case his kid has any trouble with homework. Part of him does want them to have great grades, as otherwise would reflect poorly on him, but at the end of the day, DJSS would want them to do their best, to learn out of a genuine sense of curiosity.

I can see DJSS and his kid having study sessions, in which he casually complains about all the new things that he "should know about" like the old man he is, but feeling a surge of pride whenever his kid corrects him - something about seeing himself in them and whatnot. If they end up becoming interested in his own field of work, he'll be SO smug and happy about it.

Let's be honest, his kid is bound to have at least some interest in something space-adjacent given... Well, their father being a literal black hole and astrophysicist. It would be suuuuper funny to me if his kid became interested in astrology instead during their rebellious teens, just to spite him. Either way, if they choose something else entirely, he'll support them (after some nagging like "are you SURE that's what you want?" etc).

Maybe this is the way he could properly bond with his kid, while also rekindling his love for teaching and letting go of some bitter old habits and views.

DJSS is the type of parent who really starts to connect with his kid once they grow up, when the passage of time hits him all at once and he worries about them not being close.

Somehow, it's easier to DJSS to deal with a rebellious teenager or a struggling young adult than dealing with a child or toddler.

Probably one of the very few characters who can stand having a sassy kid who talks back or drops the most devastating comebacks ever - he can't complain there, they picked up that attitude directly from HIM, he can tell. They've absolutely heard him talk down to NSR staff and anyone who pisses him off.

I get the feeling he and his kid would banter a lot, growing closer while struggling to find ways of being vulnerable around each other - because another thing that his kid gets from him is that lingering distance. They're probably used to independence, to doing things on their own and not ask for help unless strictly necessary because that's exactly DJSS' own modus operandi.

So it's all awkward, baby steps towards progress. But the second DJSS and his kid become besties, it's absolutely OVER for everyone else. Everyone in NSR knows better than to try and out-sass them when they're together.

Expect a lot of debates, just a lot of them about anything and everything. Either for shits and giggles, to discuss theories or really in-depth stuff. People often assume they're arguments because of how seriously he and his kid seem to take it, but it's all in good fun.

Personally, as combative and defensive DJSS can be when it comes to subjects he's passionate about (or because of his pettiness), I don't see him being the type to ever argue with his kid. At this point, he's fully come to terms with his role as their dad. If there's anyone worth listening to on this side of the universe is his kid. Had it been anyone else, he would've just walked out the door and ignored them, but that's his kid. Their opinion is important to him.

And here's a random assortment of headcanons I don't have enough to expand on!

DJSS is absolutely the type of parent who gloats and brags about anything his kid achieves to every single other parents in the vicinity. He might have a hard time being verbally and physically affectionate with his kid, but damn if he doesn't love talking everyone's ears off about their achievements.

He doesn't take many photos nor have any dedicated albums to them as a family, but he 100% saves all of their tests and essays and homework and drawings.

Has a lot of small tapes recorded throughout the years for his kid. These range from sneaky recordings of them as a kid babbling about silly things, him reading bedtime stories to them when they were young, heartfelt apologies or speeches that he never got the courage to say outloud, retellings of specific events like their first failed exam, their first broken bone, their first trip somewhere... Or very domestic things like grocery shopping lists, etc etc. He's dramatic and extra like that.

Least likely to threaten his kid's romantic partner to treat them right or else. DJSS trusts their judgement. However, expect to be blacklisted from any NSR-owned facility and store within Cast Tech should you break his kid's heart.

I like to think that his kid calls Eve "Auntie" and that she's the only one within NSR to get that special treatment, since I HC DJSS and Eve as besties <3. She's also the one to save them from DJSS' fashion sense cause he thinks it's perfectly fine to wear shorts in the middle of winter.

DJSS is entirely indifferent about their preference for EDM or Rock, that's their business. But he would love to be involved when/if his kid starts to dabble in music.

DJSS does have space-themed nicknames for his kid, but he's worried about being cringe so he only uses them whenever his kid isn't within earshot. He couldn't care less about random people hearing him use these nicknames and whatnot, but as much as he denies it, he wants his kid to think he's cool.

#nsr #no straight roads #nsr djss #nsr headcanons #dj subatomic supernova #parent AU

[kitkatpadywaks]

Revenge As Sweet As Her

Part 8 of La Mechancete De La Vie.

Warnings: Revenge. She Talks With Calliope. It Bothers Life. Dream Asks About It And She Gives Him A Choice. Angst.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I started this chapter with no intention of making it angsty, but I've been extra depressed these last few days (I'm writing this Tuesday), so here we are. The next chapter shouldn't be as much of a downer.

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Life is very aware she's been procrastinating.

Her power has long since restored itself, and she has a plan, yet, she hesitates to leave The Dreaming to fulfil it. She knew she was tired. More tired than she had ever been, but she was free. And that, she feels, made it worth it.

Life sighs, catching the attention of Dream, who sits beside her on their room's balcony.

"What ails you, my love?"

"Revenge."

Her deadpan answer makes Dream shakes his head in amusement, "Then, perhaps, you should forget about your revenge."

"No," Life turns her head to frown at Dream, "To stop now would allow Janus and any of the others who seek to sabotage me to get away with their back-stabbing ways."

"I understand you can't allow that." Dream grabs her hand, "I only wish you would stay here with me, so I wouldn't have to miss you."

"I don't want to miss you either. Which is why I've been putting off leaving." Life sighs again and leans over to quickly kiss Dream, then pulls back, "But I can't keep putting it off- otherwise, certain beings might start getting ideas."

Dream nods, becoming sad as he watches her stand, "How long will you be gone?"

"Not long, hopefully. I don't intend to linger."

Life leaves the Dreaming, finding herself, once again, on the beaches of Greece, following the string of the God that made himself her enemy. She glares at the hunched-over figure of Janus, the glare intensifying when she notices more Gods materializing, attempting to stay hidden behind the rocks. She walks closer to Janus, stopping out of arms reach of the Roman God. "Janus."

"Life." He croaks, continuing to stare at the sea.

"Are your friends here to ambush me or witness your punishment?"

Janus gulps, the air crackling with her power, "Witness. They've been eagerly waiting for this day."

Life raises an eyebrow, humming in response. She turns to face where the Gods are hiding, "Either show yourselves or leave!"

There's some startled muttering before they start to disappear from the beach, the remaining Gods walking out from behind the rocks, their faces emotionless but their strings screaming with fear.

She eyes the Gods as they all stand a significant distance away from her and each other, understanding Izanagi, Osiris, Freyr, Wakan Tanka, and Daga's reasons for sticking around- as it seems Life is not the only one who wants revenge. Her eyes linger as there's more movement behind the rest of the Gods, seeing the appearance of Aphrodite and Calliope. 

Interesting.

Aphrodite waves happily at her, Life watching in amusement as the rest of the Gods eye the Goddess strangely, previously unaware of Aphrodite's fondness for Life, being the only one who sees her authentic form, whereas everyone else sees the one they desire the most.

Life tilts her head as the Goddess's physical appearance ripples, briefly changing into a man with messy black hair and eyes that quickly switch between blue and silver. Aphrodite looks at Life with confusion, noticing the change, before the Goddess perks excitedly, understanding someone has captured Life's heart for the first time in the entirety of the existence of the universe.

She turns her head away from Aphrodite before she can say anything and looks closer at Planes, Ra, and Zeus's strings, finding the Greek God and Titan's pleasure at Janus's imminent demise, the Greek and Roman Gods still feuding to this day, and Ra's curiosity at what she's to do, the Eygptian God making a point to stand between Planes and Zeus, the animosity between the Greek powerhouses evident even if Life wasn't to have her powers. "Can't say I expected an audience." 

Janus whimpers as she steps closer, her powers swelling and pulling at the Void where her prison lies. She feels it click, a door opening. The world reacts, red lightning crackling across the sky, and torrential winds knock against the immortal beings. Janus's head finally turns towards her before he vanishes from the beach, and the Void closes behind him. Life reaches inside herself, viewing the Void and smirking when she senses Janus inside the prison, panicking, much like she did when she was first trapped.

She ignores the Gods as they look between her and each other, disappointed at the lack of flair and confusion about where Janus went. Calliope stares at her, unbothered, clearly not on the beach for Janus.

"Where is he?" Zeus asks.

"Where he belongs." Life chuckles under her breath when she sees the Gods shiver. Her face shifts into a glare. "Spread the word: should anyone go against me, they will suffer the same fate. You can all leave now."

They do as she says, leaving Aphrodite and Calliope. 

Aphrodite is the first to approach her, an excited bounce in her step, "Hello, darling! It's so good to see you!"

"Hello, Aphrodite." Life says, the corner of her lips twitching up in amusement. She keeps an eye on Calliope- the Muse patiently waiting for their interaction to cease.

"You know, it doesn't bother me that you don't see me anymore," Aphrodite smiles up at Life, "I just want you to tell me who you see! Who captured your heart!?"

Life's hands grab Aphrodite's wrists as the Goddess attempts to cup her face in her excitement, Life's eyes taking on a white glow in warning, "It's none of your concern who captured my heart. And I do still see you."

Aphrodite smiles sheepishly, fear flowing through her veins- but a twinkle of happiness in her eyes from Life still seeing her. "My apologies, Life."

Life lets go of Aphrodite's wrists, the Goddes clasping her hands behind her back as she steps away from Life, briefly bowing before leaving the beach, leaving only Life and Calliope.

The Muse steps forward.

Well, aren't I popular today? Life suppresses a sigh and smiles politely at her lover's ex-wife, "Calliope. We haven't met, but I see you already know who I am."

"My ex-husband's new lover."

Life hums, not bothering to reply.

Calliope shifts on the spot, Life's silence getting to her, "Oneiros couldn't hide his newfound affection even if he tried."

"But he didn't?" Life raises an eyebrow at her.

"He was honest when I asked."

Life's eyes flicker to Calliope's string, moving back to look the Muse in the eye, "You didn't come here to talk about Dream."

"No, I..."

"I can't do what you want."

Life's interruption makes Calliope frown, "You are the most powerful being in existence- and you expect me to believe you can't do it? My son may live a half-life, but he still lives. That is your power- everything in Life, is it not?"

"I cannot change Orpheus's predicament, Calliope. If you had come to me before the events transpired as they did, I could have influenced the event as it came to pass, but I cannot change the way or the condition of beings and people that live in their existence."

I'm not being entirely untruthful. Life thinks as she stares blankly at Calliope as the Muse starts shouting at her. 

I don't think I'm supposed to like this.

Life tilts her head at Calliope, suddenly becoming aware of her attraction for the Muse, similar but different to the attraction she feels for Dream.

"... I think you can. I think you just won't." Calliope states, her chest heaving from all the shouting.

Life snaps out of her thoughts, sifting through Calliope's string to see what she was shouting about. Life narrows her eyes when she sees a lot of talk about jealousy and her harsh thoughts on Life's 'inability'. Her temper flares- and Life chooses to reply carefully. "He's your son, so I understand you're upset, but that's not how I work."

Calliope feels Life's power flare but swallows her fear, "Then change how you work."

She stares at Calliope as she walks away. Life's already changing purpose is being questioned by someone who knows nothing about her or her powers. Life scoffs, annoyed and confused at the guilt of lying to Calliope and, by extension, Dream, knowing full well she could help Orpheus- but choosing not to so her plans can go as she needs them to.

I'll make it up to them after.

Life leaves the beach, appearing in her and Dream's shared chambers and flopping down on the bed, staring at the room's ceiling. The Dream Lord enters soon after, having sensed her come back.

Dream pauses by the bed, "I would be right to assume Janus is taken care of?" He sits next to where she's lying.

Life nods, forcing herself out of her thoughts, "He's rotting away within the prison he helped put me in."

Dream's somehow not surprised that's what she had planned for the Roman God, "I can't say why, but I would have thought my siblings and the Kindly Ones destroyed it after they learnt of your escape." He analyses his lover, wondering what else is so clearly bothering her.

"Oh, they did. But I got the inner workings and the process of making it from Destiny's string when I visited him. And then I remade it after gaining enough power." She smiles up at Dream as he looks at her in mild surprise.

"From what I understand, that's a rather difficult process."

Life smirks smugly, "For anyone else, yes, it is. But for me. Well, I'm infinite, my love. There's nothing I can't do, given the time." The sudden weight of what she just said weighs on her, making her feel guilty about Calliope again.

Dream chuckles, "And you think I'm arrogant."

"It's not arrogance if it's true."

"I suppose not." Dream smiles warmly at Life, who sees his string overflowing with affection- for her. The guilt deepens. "How long will you keep Janus imprisoned?"

"Honestly? I don't know. Time works differently in the Void than it does in this reality." She purses her lips, "At least, it did for me. We'll have to see how it is between my time and Janus's."

"Different, how?"

"I was trapped there for over five centuries, but it didn't feel like it. My time imprisoned with you felt longer, I felt the years pass by slowly, but in the Void, maybe because I was alone, I put myself on standby while my powers worked to free me." Life frowns as she remembers, her voice becoming airy, "It went by so fast. One minute I was in the mortal world; the next, I was in the Void, and then I was in some human's basement. It felt like mere moments had passed. And yet, it was centuries. It was the most disorientating thing- I didn't know how much time had passed, but my diminished powers quickly let me know. Can you imagine? Five hundred years straight of actively using your powers. Exhausting."

Dream leans over and presses his lips against her forehead, silently offering her comfort, which she accepts, pulling him down next to her, her body relaxing against him as her arms wrap tight around his waist.

"You want to know what I hated most?" She whispers into his neck.

"What?"

"I forgot what the sun felt like. I forgot warmth and what it was like to feel comforted by the night and its endless stars." She looks into Dream's eyes, "You helped me remember."

He smiles softly, flattered, "I can't say I have ever had anyone describe me as warm."

Life chuckles, "First time for everything."

"I suppose there is." Dream adjusts the both of them so she's looking at him, "What else is on your mind?"

Life sighs, sitting up, knowing he caught onto her less than-pleased mood, "A lot of Gods came to witness Janus's punishment... including Calliope."

"What happened?" Dream slowly sits up with her, not knowing what to think.

"She was quite mad at me." Life mutters, sensing Dream's unsaid questions. She turns to face him, "Do you want me to be completely honest with you, or do you want to have a clear mind and continue developing our relationship?"

Dream frowns, not liking the sound of what she just said, "I want you to be honest with me."

 "Okay. Calliope wants me to help Orpheus and return him to his former self."

Dream looks at her, shocked, his head spinning with questions and emotions he can't decipher. "Can you?"

Life stares at him, not wanting to confirm. She does so anyway. "Yes... But I won't."

"Why?" Dream frowns at her, pushing down his flaring temper.

"You heard what I said to Matthew, how I see everything." She pauses, waiting for him to confirm before continuing, "There is a certain way I need things to go and to extend my help now would disrupt everything,"

It clicks in Dream's mind, and thunder rumbles across the Dreaming in response. "You won't help my son because of this event you can't tell me about!"

Life doesn't stop him from standing from the bed, "I know, and I'm sorry. But there will come a time, one day, when you will see what I'm doing. I promise you- it will all make sense."

Dream looks at her in disbelief, "Do you think your revenge is more important than my son?"

"That isn't what this is. I'm protecting all of you! You, Orpheus and Calliope!" Life feels even that is too much information.

Dream stares at her, seeing her panic, desperation, and honesty. He shakes his head, conflicted. "I believe you, but..."

Life's eyes tear up, "I understand. He's your son."

He sighs, their relationship's quick downfall disappointing and heartbreaking for him, "I'll stay in another room."

"No." Life shakes her head, hating this will force her to get on with her plans, having previously been using her powers to push the events back, "I won't stay in the Dreaming."

"Where will you go?" Dream can't help but ask, knowing he can't change her mind about staying, though the Dream Lord is still concerned for her, despite his inability to get past her dismissal of his son's suffering in favour of her plans.

"Where I need to be."

Life hesitates but goes with what she wants to do, kissing Dream on the cheek before backing away and fading from The Dreaming, leaving a heartbroken Dream Lord.

She takes a deep breath, looking around at the darkness surrounding her, her heart heavy and burdened. Another deep breath filters through her unneeded lungs, her power swelling for the second time that day. Her powers explode from her body, making the corners of her lips turn up slightly as she watches the darkness conform to her wishes.

The Void is mine now.

~

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[babiebom]

The Woman Who Fell to Earth(prologue)

A/N: I am almost done with Doctor Who and I am trying to find ways to procrastinate finishing because I do not want it to end. I am obsessed with the Master which is the worst decision I have made seeing as he is not in every single episode. If you are reading this and enjoy it, feel free to give me constructive criticism on things I can improve on. I'm trying to write my own book and would like to write it as well as I can!

Tw: none? Maybe blood, and cursing?

Genre: multichapter fic

WC: 1.1k

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Blinding light and burning cells takes over her entire being. The fire that shot through her veins made her want to cry out in pain, every single atom of her being burned with the fire of a billion dying stars. Dying and regenerating had never been easy, no matter how many times she had done it. She could feel the hair growing longer out of her head, she could feel her legs shifting growing longer and shorter before settling at the length they wanted. By the time she was done she was breathless, exhausted, and in dire need of a nap. 

The Tardis was aflame, thanks to her recent regeneration and she struggled to try and get it under control, losing her grip more than once as she tried to get the machine to land somewhere safe. The Tardis shook and groaned as it plummeted down towards whatever planet she had ended up on, ignoring her attempts in favor of saving itself. Things exploded and burst as the flames licked up the walls, destroying everything in its path. While this was normal with every new life, it was still painful to watch someone, something she cared about, be destroyed even if it would give way for something new. 

The woman is flung away from the console, her bones jolting inside her as the Tardis finally crashed onto what she hoped was solid ground. Taking in a deep breath, gasping for air, she flings open the doors to take a look at where she had landed. 

Green grass waved softly in the breeze, the stars twinkling so clearly, the woman almost thought she wasn't on Earth, but the smell of the lake and the dirt and the feel of oxygen in her lungs comforted her, as if she were in a place similar to home. The inside of the Tardis exploded behind her, making her lose her footing and launching her outwards. With a soft 'oof' the woman lands on the ground, face down into the grass. 

"What the fuck?" A small voice sounds from above her, it sounds dangerously close to being a kid.

"Hey, language!" She replies without thinking, still face down.

"Ma'am?" She looks up to see a young boy, light freckles across his face, dark hair fluffy atop his head.

"Ma'am? Oh…so I'm a woman again, cool." The woman rolls onto her back, then quickly jumps up to her feet, wobbling in place. 

"Are you okay?" The boy asks, eyeing the Tardis behind her. 

"Um, yes, well I think so, well, not really…do you happen to have somewhere I could take a nap?"

The boy tilts his head in confusion, so the woman gestures to the Tardis behind her as if everything should've been obvious. "My Tardis is kind of…indisposed right now."

"It's on fire." The boy replies, eyes darting up to the blue box then back down to her, looking quite unamused.

"Yeah, that's what I meant. Now about that place to nap."

The boy sneaks her into his room, which was very easy seeing as his room was in the basement. The woman looks at him as if it was normal for her to have someone sneak into their homes, as if the old police box she had fallen out of normally caught fire and appeared out of nowhere. 

"So," the woman begins while settling on the couch, "do you sneak strange people into your house often?" 

The boy quirked up an eyebrow and shook his head. The woman nodded in relief and looked at him quite seriously. "Good, you shouldn't bring just anyone into your home. You shouldn't trust everyone you meet."

"So I shouldn't trust you?" He asks, the woman shakes her head in response.

"Well, I'm not included in that I'm the Doctor! Of course you can trust me!" 

"The Doctor?"

"Yup, that's my name!"

The boy stares at the woman in confusion, they're both silent for a second before she begins to hyperventilate. "So…"

"Sebastian."

"Sebastian! Right! I'm going to pass out very soon! Thank you for giving me a place to rest. It's very kind of you."

The boy nods as the woman opens her mouth as if she's going to speak again only for her body to slump over forwards, crashing into the floor below her. With a gasp, Sebastian hurries forward checking with his eyes that the woman wasn't injured or dead. It only takes him a second to decide that he's going to get her back onto the couch, and it takes all of his strength and ten whole minutes to move the woman's body in a way that looks somewhat comfortable and to put a blanket over her so she doesn't get cold.

He watched her for a while, she was perfectly still, as if she had died except for her chest rising and falling with her breaths. He settled in his bed, not really believing he had witnessed this woman appear out of nowhere, and let his mind wander with explanations of who she could possibly be. She had said words he didn't understand completely, like referring to the police box as a Tardis. He wondered how she got it to move and how she got it to catch on fire. Maybe he could ask when they wake up in the morning. He's going to have to sneak her out of here anyways, though he doubts his mom or new step father would notice anyways. 

Waking up in the morning, Sebastian's eyes immediately find the small couch in the corner of his room. His heart and curiosity deflate upon seeing the couch empty, the blanket laying messily on the side of it. He fought the tears that threatened to leave his eyes, telling himself that being disappointed and feeling abandoned by a person he didn't even know was stupid, if his dad could leave him why wouldn't a random woman?

He got dressed in an almost frenzy, his clothes messy as he emerged from his room and into the kitchen just in time to be able to eat breakfast before he had to get on the bus to get to school. He ignores the disappointment in his chest as neither his mother nor his stepfather ask him if he's okay, both of them more preoccupied with his younger sister who was babbling and making baby noises as she received attention from her parents. 

He leaves the house alone, sad and wishing the woman and her Tardis would return and take her with him, or that she would at least answer his questions before disappearing again. 

He knows she has to be real, he knows that one day he will see her again.

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[arashrita]

Hello there! I hope all is well with you. Congratulations on your milestone~ 🥳💕 I was wondering if I could request and have a romantic match-up with an Obey Me character. I might tell too much about myself, so I apologize if you find it lengthy to read. Please take your time doing mine if you have got a lot on your plate~ >//<

I will begin with the basics. My name is Luna, and I am a heterosexual referred to by 'she/her' pronouns. My zodiac sign is Libra, and until now, I have remained skeptical about my MBTI and enneagram results, so I will not disclose it. As for my outward appearance, I am average-looking with a soft and gentle aura, short height, and poor eyesight, so I am wearing rose-gold eyeglasses.

Proceeding with my personality, I am a routine-oriented homebody who enjoys being around familiar people and places and staying in my cozy private space to do my own thing. When it comes to the group setting, I usually take leadership or any important role because I like being included and involved in central planning, inasmuch as I prefer being one of the planners rather than a follower or solely the recipient of that plan. I am conscientious about my goals and responsibilities and have perfectionist tendencies, which resulted in me becoming a consistent principal's honor roll undergraduate student in one of the top universities in my homeland. Because of that, I may appear to be a highly career-oriented individual who does not know how to have fun, but trust me, I am also an idler and procrastinator who prefers to chill, daydream, and waste my time using social media platforms, playing Otome, MOBA, and simulation games, listening to music, or reading fictional romance stories, including girls' love and boys' love or Danmei novels.

In addition, I am reserved with individuals I do not know too well or vibe with but very understanding, easy-going, really bubbly, expressive, affectionate, and humorous with my friends and other people I like. I am a go-with-the-flow person, never a risk-taker, and tend to conform to the rules because I dislike getting in trouble. I do not like being left behind and putting a burden on anyone, so I usually make myself low maintenance and suppress what I truly want. However, I am not very noble that I would stake my life for someone else nor forgiving that I would just sit by and allow someone to trample and treat me like a doormat.

In terms of likes and dislikes, I love plushies, docile cats, having out-of-nowhere insightful and meaningful conversations, squishmallows (I cannot sleep comfortably without hugging one), drinking tea, any desserts, and wrapping myself in a warm and thick blanket like a burrito (since I have a terrible cold intolerance). I do not like dirty environments, tardiness, unnecessary disturbances, sudden problems, and people who jeopardize any group activities through their laziness.

Furthermore, in a relationship, I want it to be simply just being each other's safe space and rest. I am quite a private and low-key person as well, so I prefer if we both have hidden sides and many moments that we only know. My love languages are physical touch because I like cuddles, being hugged (like that big hug where I can bury myself on their chest or neck), and hugging people while caressing their hair, words of affirmation when I am comfortable telling what is on my mind, quality time because once they enter my private space, I feel like I will absolutely love doing almost everything with them, even the simplest and most mundane things, and acts on service because I usually take the initiative to do a task that will lessen the burden on their shoulders or simply take care of them on the simple things.

And that is all~ I apologize again if this is too long. Thank you so much in advance, and congrats again!! ♡

Hey there! I hope you are doing well. I had fun reading. You seem like a great person!

Here, after thinking for a while I think that Satan will be your best match.

If you decide to date then,

You Two will visit bookstores, museums, cat cafès often.

Spend a lot of time in the library.

Late night discussions, long talks and stuff like that.

He will read to you and you might just end up falling asleep on top of him.

Will have upset and downs, he is the incarnation of wrath after all. But I feel like you are the patient and understanding one, so you two will figure it out eventually.

Playing with cats is like an everyday routine.

You can do group projects together.

Overall, a pretty much good relationship considering that he is one of the lords of hell.

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[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello there! I hope all is well with you~ I was wondering if I could request and have a romantic match-up with a Mystic Messenger, excluding Yoosung and Vanderwood because I do not see them in a romantic way, and Obey Me character, preferably only with any of the seven brothers since I also only see the rest as my friends. I might tell too much about myself, so I apologize if you find it lengthy to read. Please take your time doing mine if you have got a lot on your plate~ >//<

I will begin with the basics. My name is Luna, and I am a heterosexual referred to by 'she/her' pronouns. My zodiac sign is Libra, and until now, I have remained skeptical about my MBTI and enneagram results, so I will not disclose it. As for my outward appearance, I am average-looking with a soft and gentle aura, short height, and poor eyesight (so I am wearing rose-gold eyeglasses).

Proceeding with my personality, I am a routine-oriented homebody who enjoys being around familiar people and places and staying in my cozy private space to do my own thing. When it comes to the group setting, I usually take leadership or any important role because I like being included and involved in central planning, inasmuch as I prefer being one of the planners rather than a follower or solely the recipient of that plan. I am conscientious about my goals and responsibilities and have perfectionist tendencies, which resulted in me becoming a consistent principal's honor roll undergraduate student in one of the top universities in my homeland. Because of that, I may appear to be a highly career-oriented individual who does not know how to have fun, but trust me, I am also an idler and procrastinator who prefers to chill, daydream, and waste my time using social media platforms, playing otome, MOBA, and simulation games, listening to music, or reading fictional romance stories, including girls' love and boys' love or danmei novels.

In addition, I am withdrawn and reserved with individuals I do not know too well or vibe with but very understanding, easy-going, bubbly, expressive, affectionate, and humorous with my friends and other people I like. I am a go-with-the-flow person, never a risk-taker, and tend to conform to the rules because I dislike getting in trouble. I do not like being left behind and putting a burden on anyone, so I usually make myself low maintenance and suppress what I truly want. However, I am not very noble that I would stake my life for someone else nor forgiving that I would just sit by and allow someone to trample and treat me like a doormat.

In terms of likes and dislikes, I love plushies, docile cats, having out-of-nowhere insightful and meaningful conversations, squishmallows (I cannot sleep comfortably without hugging one), and wrapping myself in a warm and thick blanket like a burrito (since I have a terrible cold intolerance). I do not like dirty environments, tardiness, unnecessary disturbances, nosy, pigheaded, and close-minded individuals, and people who jeopardize group activities through their laziness.

Furthermore, in a relationship, I want it to be simply just being each other's safe space and rest. I am quite a private and low-key person as well, so I prefer if we both have hidden sides and many moments that we only know. My love languages are physical touch because I like cuddles, being hugged (like that big hug where I can bury myself on their chest or neck), and hugging people while caressing their hair, words of affirmation when I am comfortable telling what is on my mind, and quality time because once they enter my private space, I feel like I will absolutely love doing almost everything with them, even the simplest and most mundane things.

And that is all~ I apologize again if this is too long. Thank you so much in advance!! ♡

Hello Luna! Thank you for the request! Congratulations on getting on the Principal's honor roll so much, and in one of the top universities no less! I'm also an academic high achiever who loves to procrastinate so I totally get where you're coming from. Sorry your matchup took a while, I'm finally getting on top of my writing. I hope you like your matchup!

In Mystic Messenger, I match you with...

Jumin is someone who certainly understands what procrastination and burnout are.

I feel like during his time studying procrastination was something he had to overcome. Now, it's a long gone memory but he still remembers the tips and tricks he used to get motivated. He's more than happy to share them with you!

Definitely appreciates that you like cats. And unlike 707, he's happy for you to be around Elizabeth. She likes you (at least as much as a cat can show affection), so Jumin has no problem with you spending time with her.

Appreciates that you're a routine driven person. It makes it much easier to work in with his own, very busy, routine. He wants to make sure you feel cared for but he's so busy all the time. He has to schedule time with you to make sure he gets his daily dose of time with you.

Definitely sees you as his safe space. When work gets to be too much, he just wants to snuggle up with you, Elizabeth, and a few of your favourite Squishmallows.

Overall, a relationship with Jumin is one built on mutual trust and comfort.

In Obey Me, I match you with...

Academic rivals to lovers? I think so! I want to write this as a fanfic now...

Admires any meaningful conversations you two have. Satan lives on these moments. It gives him a chance to hear your thoughts while also showing off demonstrating his own knowledge about a wide variety of topics.

Definitely loves the fact that you like cats. Cat café dates are a must! He's also surprisingly fond of your Squishmallows (just don't mention it to his brothers, he will deny it).

Satan definitely enjoys spending quality time with you in his room. It's the place he feels most comfortable and his brothers usually leave him alone when he's in there. You guys can finally get a bit of privacy.

Touch starved! Get him used to snuggles and head pats and soon he'll be seeking them out all the time. It makes him feel like more than just his sin.

A relationship with Satan is one of growth and intelligent connection.

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