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nightraiderwrites · 1 year

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The Saint and her Angel

Summary: Meeting a god and interviewing her. You don't know her (right?)

TW: unreality, major character death

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You are standing outside a lighthouse. Or is it a ship? Or both? It doesn't really matter, because you knock on the door anyway. A woman, too tall to plausibly fit through, opens it. "Ah, ■■■■■■■! Just in time!" (What did she say?) You do not know this woman. Or you do. So you just try to smile and come in when she beckons.

She leads you down the hall into a living room. Your robes (why are you wearing robes? Isn't that so impractical?) swish as you walk. You both sit on a couch and she throws you a bucket of popcorn, which you barely catch. Tilly and Bingo (how do you know their names?) are curled by her feet. She grabs the remote and flicks the TV on a movie you haven't seen before.

"Well?" she asks. You startle. "Sorry?" you say, trying to keep the popcorn from spilling. "Didn't you have questions for me?" And you realize, you do have questions for her. "Oh!" you say, reaching into your pocket (when did that get here?) and pulling out a slip of paper. You cough.

You begin.

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What's it like to be a god?

She twirls a hand as she lounges on the couch. "Oh, you know." You do not, in fact, know. "It's powerful. There are worlds and flame and death at your fingertips, and all it could take is a flick of a wrist" -she mimes it out- "and boom. They're gone." For a moment, her eyes flash red. They're hungry, and angry. Powerful, like a thousand storms. Then they go back to their regular totem green. You swallow. "And," she says throwing popcorn in her mouth. "It's a heavy weight. Not everyone is suited to immortality and power." You think you know who she means.

"Tiring," she adds, sipping her drink. And at first you think; you are a god! How could you tire? Then you remember who she is, her grand reputation. You remember her feats of power, the wars she's won, and the lovers she's lost. The years she's lived. It makes sense. (How did you know all that? She's a stranger. Right?)

Are you ever scared?

She snorts. "Course not. I'm too powerful for that." You see how she ignores the tremble in her voice, and the shaking hands. The tips of her hair turn sooty, and her dress flickers red. Tilly and Bingo perk up from where they're sleeping, picking up on her agitation. She eats more popcorn, eyes fixed on the television screen in front of her. There's a faint charcoal smell in the air.

"I was scared. Once," she mutters under her breath, quiet enough you have to strain to hear her. You understand. (But do you really?)

Do ever miss anyone?

Now this question is dangerous. The charcoal smell intensifies, and you grip your robes tightly. You notice how she grips the popcorn bucket a little tighter, and the tear forming in her eye. She scrubs it away. "Of course I do. You don't get through immortal life without companions to ease the pain. Look at Aeor! (Who?) Left to fight his brother because of duty, and honor."

Her eyes flick to the frames on the mantle, each showing different people. One has a cyan haired man and a zombie with a sunflower curling around her throat. "Gaslight, gatekeep, girl boss," reads the engraving on its oak frame. She sits in the middle, grinning at the camera. A fire rages in the background. (Why is there a fire? That seems important. Why does it feel dangerous?)

In another frame, five people stand in front of a pole of boats. A man with a mustache has his arm wrapped around a man with parrot wings, who is holding tnt. She (who? Who?) is doing bunny ears over a man with a yellow i on his shirt, while he attempts to keep a serious expression for the camera. Actually, most of the frame is taken up by a large maroon hat. The man underneath is winking at the camera, one hand pressed against his lips in a "hush" motion, the other stroking the cat on his lap. His eyes glint dangerously. "Boatem, inc." says the plaque.

The final frame shows two twins crowd around a third. (You know them. Don't you?) The girl has a large purple hat, and the boy wears goggles meant for blacksmiths. The other kid has a crown, and the bluest eyes you've ever seen. All three of them are sticking their tounges out at the camera person, youth shining through their features. In this one, She (who? Who is she?) is nowhere to be seen, but the children are posing in a sunflower field. (That's important. You're sure it is.) They stand in the shadow of a giant beanstalk. The frame is halfway burnt around the edges.

Her eyes linger on the last one.

"Yeah," she says finally. "I miss a lot of people." You fiddle with the lining of your robe. It's gold, you notice. She always liked gold. (Wait... who? Who liked gold?)

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Your head hurts. It's been hurting for a while now, a dull throbbing at the base of your skull. And your throat is dry. Like a desert. (Why is that significant?) You've just noticed that. She glances over at you. Or at least you think so. Her edges are getting blurry. You can't smell charcoal anymore. The movie that's been playing must have stopped, because you can't hear it. You can't see it either. The TV has faded from view. Huh.

She's sitting in front of you now, hands cupping your face. When did she get there? Her face is starting to fade to gray. "I'm so sorry," she says. Her hands are soft. It feels like summer. "I'm so sorry," she says again. What is she sorry for? She doesn't need to be sorry. It's you who should be sorry. You're the one who barged in and asked intrusive questions.

You don't even know her.

"No," she murmurs. "No, you do know me." Did you say that out loud? The gray is spreading to her dress. You are lying in her arms. "I'm so sorry," she tells you. This feels familiar. Your hands are turning black. They're crumbling. "■■■■■," you rasp. (What did you say?) "I'm here, ■■■■■■■, I'm here," she says. You cough into your hand, which hurts to move, and black goo splatters on. This is familiar.

This is wrong.

This is so, so wrong. (How do you know that? Why is it familiar?) You shouldn't be here. (Now that's something we agree on.) She shouldn't be cradling you. Her skin shouldn't be gray. You should know her name. You should know yours. (Damn right.)

Your eyelids are getting heavy. Her face is starting weather. The sunflowers crown is withering. She hugs you close, and you can feel the stone grating against your skin. You don't really care though. "Love you, ■■■■■," you slur. "Love you too, ■■■■■■■," she grates out, jaw stiff.

Your eyelids shut, and then you're both still.

The Saint and her Angel.

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I, uh, gave up on Emptober. I'll post it whenever I feel inspired to write. Have this in the meantime.

So! Author's notes. This is about Pearl and Sausage, because I love me some Arena Duo. It started out as a third person interviewing Pearl, but then shifted to Sausage. He doesn't know it, obviously, but he knows he loves her. Fun fact! This piece has the most scrapped bits out of any fic I've done. One of the lines was "You do not know her. (But doesn't your heart say "yes! You love her like the sun loves her flowers.")" It was really hard to cut that, but it didn't really work. He also doesn't know the person he's thinking of and the woman in front of him are the same person.

This is the longest fic I've ever written, and it took me a month to perfect it.

The last scene is a parallel to their season one ending. If you can image it, they end up both stone, with Sausage laying in Pearl's arms, and her leaning over him, as if to protect him.

The entire thing is supposed to be dreamlike, which is why it's tagged as unreality. I was going to end it as a dream, but that ending seemed weak compared to what I have now.

#im really happy with this one #nightraider writes #writing #empires smp #pearlescentmoon #mythical sausage #tw unreality #tw character death #kinda #arena duo

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vancilocs · 2 years

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Can i get a uu plains and vesper?

writing on phone bc cant be arsed to get the laptop

1. How does your OC feel about their full name?

It's very. Plain. *wheeze* but no it's just him, he is plains, nothing special to it

They like their first name, picked it themselves hundreds of years ago to strengthen their own identity

2. What do strangers notice about them first?

Big boy no matter the form, humanoid form also has the fur shawl so that's an eyecatcher

Tall, fairly striking with the red eyes and white skin, facial tattoos

3. How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

He's quiet in general but alone even more so and more focused on naps and berries (especially if there's not a Forest to pummel)

They're quite outgoing and witty and sarcastic in company, and active even when alone, doesn't sit still much

4. How do they act around a crush?

Fairly normally, is just more attentive and more physically affectionate

Gets closer, laughs louder, more physical contact like punching them in the arm

5. Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying?

Ears go flat. Never lies though

No, they don't lie much but when they do they do so with a completely straight face

6. What do they smell like?

Grass, leaves, petrichor, fresh air, soil, some flowers

Lovely scented deodorant, sweat, laundry stuff they wash their clothes with

7. What is their hair texture like?

Softer than the bear fur, but still on the rougher side

Silken smooth

8. How much jewelry do they wear, and do they have a favorite or distinguishing piece?

Doesn't wear jewelry apart from the occasional flower

Doesn't really wear jewelry, kept Orion's engagement ring for a while but ended up selling it

9. Do they have a word or phrase that they tend to overuse?

MOM

Swears like a sailor

10. What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

Sleeping for 4-5 months a year is one thing, leaves claw marks on trees sometimes just for fun and to show where he was

Cannot sit straight, always lifting legs on table, sitting on counters, sprawled over couches and people, manspreads

11. What color do they look strikingly good in?

I think brown and green are his colours. Some yellow could be nice

Any colour tbh but red would compliment their eyes

12. How do they show affection to someone they love?

Cuddles and other affectionate touch, scratches their back, makes some flowers, brings snacks, chats.

Throws self on them basically, kisses, lighthearted teasing, asking about day, bites if you're not careful

13. Do they make strong/frequent eye contact when they talk to someone?

Not strong, but occasional

Very strong and intimidating

14. What attributes do they have that are inherited from their parents or shared with their siblings/other relatives?

Well his mom is Earth, so nature and godly powers are very strong in him. But also being lovable and kind and good-natured are things she gave him and his brothers. Plains is especially calm and tranquil (lazy) of the three.

Both their parents made them extremely stubborn, competetive and honestly kinda toxic, has affected their relationships a Lot. Always has to "win" any argument. Has worked for a long time to get better and while they still are fairly confrontational can actually admit that they're wrong/this shouldn't even be an argument because both are right

15. Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way? (ie very caring and helpful but a doormat, or very observant and shrewd but often paranoid)

His weakness is being passive and lazy but it doesn't hurt him or nature, everyone thrives

Good at reading people, good at jumping to conclusions and needlessly poking at weak spots.

16. How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life (people, education, society, themselves, etc)

His childhood is hard to compare to regular ones, if anything it makes it so people who disrespect or don't understand nature make him sad

Don't trust anyone, don't trust institutions, nobody has your best interests in mind and aim to use you for their own gain

#vesper is working through it though #leaving orion was probably the healthiest decision they ever made #long oc thing #plains is just a big fluffy boy #if forest leaves claw marks on a tree on plains's territory he will leave claw marks higher #take that u small bicht

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doorrobloxstuff · 29 days

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(Anon with the headcanons/lore/spoilers???)

Say what if, ""Hypothetically"", Curious, who'se's a Demon, and Guiding, whose an angel (Are adam and eve from the bible) fall deeply in love but Curious gets power hungry and kills Guiding Light, because she looses herself, become queen but gets kill also (Ratio.) Revival/2nd Chance (based off of that Revive button) heals Guiding Light (brings him back to life) and (Very, very) hesitantly, brings curious back from the dead. The two are still madly in love and take in souls, some for power, some to be their minions (all the entities wear yellow or blue collars/chokers since that is their little "mind-controlling device?)

I also made the entities a "power-form" (an idea to make it a representation of how they died, except figure, he's like 9 feet tall and has a Cerberus dog (oc) that is what he calls his "service dog", plus the blindness and burn scars should be enough clues)

Also Dragon Figure, but he's stiff and has seriously bad joints. Also British Seek!

Oh cool, I love joint issue Figure alot. Chronic pain rep YIPEEE ^^

also anon..sorry I just need to add criticism for some reason the mind control device thing made me feel,,,icky, and in general is a sensitive subject so be careful with that- then again the concept of keeping anyone as slaves/minions has always felt made me feel yucky but then again considering the horrible experiences that everypne goes through in ingens rapax I am being a hypocrite here.Imsorryifimknitpickingiwasnotgiventoomuchinfoonyourau

#author.txt #roblox doors #doors roblox

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theprophesiedprincess · 5 months

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The Prophesied Princess - Chapter 1 - Part 2

Hogwarts Legacy Fanfic: Female OC, takes place after events of the game. Fantasy/ destiny plot with a lot of romance later! I am hoping to post on A03 once I get an invite

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"The Majester Syrio has requested your presence in the gardens, my lady", said a young serving girl employed in Syrio's manse.

"Yes, of course. Thank you.", Seraenya lifted herself from the fine lounging platform and placed delicate silk slippers on her feet. Even after spending over a year in Syrio's care, she still found herself in awe of the luxury that the Majester had bestowed upon her. Seraenya had expected Syrio to invite her to walk with him in his gardens today, as it was her last in his care for the year. As such, she had dressed herself in the finest clothing he had gifted her, a sleeveless yellow silk gown with purple gems on the bodice. Seraenya had never wore anything finer in her life.

Syrio Tymassis waited for Seraenya at a gem-crafted table, exquisitely engraved with the likeness of Sitting Whistle Birds. He satiated himself with dishes of sausages, pies, cakes, and savory hams. "My lady", he acknowledged her as she sat beside him. "Our time together must come to an end for the time being, I weep to say". A tear rolled down his chubby cheek. Syrio was an extravagant, heavyset man in his early fifties, styled in fine silk robes, gems, and covered in a perfume so sweet that Seraenya struggled not to crinkle her nose at the scent of it. "Still, I am proud to announce that I have secured the finest of escorts to see you on your travels across the Tall Sea. Ser Jamis Evermore, of Old Cricket, will be your guide and your trusted companion this year as you pursue your academic ventures. I have managed to have him assigned at Hogwarts in replacement of our beloved Professor Fig…" Syrio took a moment to wipe the corner of his eyes with his sleeve; a pause so long it held with an air of dramatics. "…After his unfortunate passing this past May".

Seraenya's tear was an authentic one. Indeed, she had grown close to the mentor Syrio had secured for her during her previous year at Hogwarts. Professor Fig had been welcoming and warm to Seraenya when she had no other social connections at the school. He taught her the basics of magical training and assisted in helping her catch up with her peers that were already four years ahead of her in schooling. Perhaps most importantly, Seraenya trusted professor Fig with her secret trials in acquiring Ancient Magic, a marvelously rare, old, and seldom-known form of magic that Seraenya had accidentally discovered within herself. With this discovery, Seraenya had also discovered a long-awaited set of trials designed by Hogwarts professors with the same ancient ability, centuries ago, along with a reserve of ancient magic secured underneath the Hogwarts castle. Unfortunately, a rogue power-hungry goblin had also uncovered the existence of the reserves. Before Seraenya could put an end to the evil Ranrok's pursuit, Professor Fig had been caught in the crossfires. He had died defending Seraenya from Ranrok.

Seraenya had never trusted Syrio with the knowledge of her Ancient Magic abilities. But alas, he knew. Syrio was a well-connected man with friends in every corner of the world, and he collected secrets like he collected rare gems. "Your talents will need nurturing. I suspect that they may come of use in the days to come. Many and more will be awed by your spectacle, and with the awe will come many suitors", Syrio pondered.

"Ser Jamis… He is from my country?", Seraenya asked. Old Cricket was a small but respectable bit of land in the northeastern part of Astaria, the country where Seraenya was born. She had never been to Old Cricket though; she had never been back to her country since she was taken across the Tall Sea in flee of the men that had tried to murder her.

"But of course! Ser Jamis is a fine protector for you. A skilled wand-fighter and loyal to your cause. His placement at the Hogwarts School will be a fruitful negotiation indeed.", Syrio rubbed his hand up and down the hair on his chin.

Seraenya Maerose was hopeful, but cautious. She knew that trusting the wrong person could have her killed. Her brother Serhys had warned her so many times before he passed away two years ago. "He knows who I am? My true name?".

Syrio looked at the girl seriously, "You are safe in his hands, my princess. I have never let you down before".

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Read full story here:

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #fanfic #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #imelda reyes #hogwarts #oc #seraenya rhaefyre

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narrators-journal · 1 year

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Fandom: persona 4 (NSFW) kirks: threesome, double penetration, creampie and stand and carry position. Characters: yu narukami, Margaret and izanagi no okami. "Plot": Margaret wants to see yu's world arcana and his true Power and have some Fun.

YIKES am I rusty at heterosexual smut and Narukami. I hope this is good, I tried to clean it up and really polish it. If anyone wants to give some pointers on how to better write smut, feel free to comment it lol, until then I hope you still enjoy it~

CW: Monsterfucking, threesome, everything listed in the ask "Margaret, what exactly are we doing here?" Narukami asked, following the elegant blue-clad woman known as his velvet room attendant. "I need more space than your velvet room provides, so I'm taking advantage of the tv world." She explained simply, stopping her sudden search when she reached Yukiko's family's inn. Naturally finding it silent and still beyond the gentle trickle of the hot springs behind the privacy fences. "Why exactly do you require more room, though?" the persona user asked, but the concern in his voice was assuaged with the simple explanation, "It's nothing to worry about, dear. I just want to try something and I need more room."

So, obediently, and admittedly out of sheer curiosity, Narukami followed the beautiful woman into the inn so she could survey the space. Leaving the tall silver-haired male at the front desk until she found a place she seemed satisfied with.

Then, she eagerly pulled him out to one of the quietly bubbling pool of warm water. And from there, Narukami was far more familiar with the way things were bound to go. Watching with a tingle already in his pants as she loosened her belt and let her dress fall into a puddle on the pavement. Leaving the elegant woman in nothing but the yellow fog until she lowered herself into the steamy water. "Well? Come on." She invited when she looked back and saw the wildcard still standing there clothed, chuckling at how fast he tossed his own clothing to the side in what equated to a rush for him to join Margaret in the bath. And while he was notoriously difficult to read, the fog couldn't seem to hide how excited he truly was.

From there, Margaret was quick to pull her wildcard into a hungry kiss. One that the silver-haired man returned almost instantly while snaking his arms around her waist to keep her soft figure pressed against him in the warm bath. Running his hands along her sides and over her hips while they kissed, making her groan and hop up to hook her legs around his waist so he could easily grip her ass and grind her hips against the throbbing erection he sported.

However, when he tried to lift her up enough to allow his throbbing member into her warmth, the silver-haired woman broke the kiss and breathed, "Wait, wait. I want to try something." "What is it?" The wildcard asked dumbly, making her turn a little pink, but after a moment's hesitance, she did finally say, "Well, you can summon Izanagi, right?" and he nodded, biting back the urge to grin as he connected the dots. Instead, he let her say it with a bright red face, "Do you think, maybe you could...summon him?" She asked quietly, her golden eyes locked on the water lapping at the bit of her stomach that wasn't in the water despite the flicker of hope in her words. So Narukami didn't push her to outright say what she wanted the persona for. Simply repositioning her so she could continue to cling to him as he summoned his tarot card and crushed it. Releasing the requested, white-and-gold monster.

While normally Izanagi no okami towered over any regular human, due to not being summoned for a fight, he seemed to match Narukami more closely for height. Which, made sandwiching Margaret between him and Narukami far easier. The simple action earning a low, pleased hum from the attendant that turned into a moan when her wildcard began nibbling and kissing along her throat while his person ran his hands up her sides from her hips to her breasts.

And while Margaret wasn't shy about letting out lascivious noises to show her pleasure, Narukami let out his own quieter noises when she squirmed and wiggled her hips against his erection the right way or squeezed him with her legs. So, once again, he repositioned the attendant so he could press the tip of his member just barely into her warmth. "You still want to try this?" He asked her while Izanagi lined himself up as well, making the curvacious woman shudder and breathe out an eager moan before she nodded. So, giving the attendant a kiss on the cheek, the silver-haired wildcard lowered her onto his erection.

Naturally, at the same time that he slipped his twitching member into the moaning woman, so did Izanagi no okami. Which, provided a new sensation for Margaret, but also Narukami. Because, while Margaret got the bliss of extra friction and a thorough sense of being full, Narukami could feel his persona filling her ass just as full as he filled her pussy, and he couldn't quite tell if that was through the same bond that made him feel every attack against the persona, or them being inside of her at the same time. Either way, it sent an extra zip of pleasure straight to his dick.

The one downside though, was that Narukami had to go a bit slower than he usually might with his attendant to avoid hurting her. Not that Margaret seemed to mind too much, as each slow, deep thrust they gave her earned a decadent moan that mixed with the gentle sloshing of the warm water they stood in to make quite the lewd soundtrack.

At a later point Narukami might be thankful that the tv world was pretty much abandoned, but for the moment he was too caught up in the thrill of seeing the increasingly bliss-blinded look on his lover's face and feeling her claw his shoulders and twitch around him. If someone came across them in that pool, he wouldn't care one tiny bit.

While he continued to thrust into the desperate woman though, Narukami did his best to steal a few hungry kisses and hit her g-spot every time he moved. All in an attempt to draw out more mewls and whines from her. All the while, Izanagi no okami helped in his weilder's mission by continuing to play with her breasts and kiss at her neck when Narukami wasn't. The duo working together to alternate their thrusts and continue to work Margaret up until her golden eyes just about glazed over and she came unravelled around the silver-haired wildcard. Who, with a few more thrusts, wasn't too far behind her in letting the tightly wound spring in his stomach come undone. And judging from Margaret's loud moan and her clawing into his shoulders like she might float away without him, Izanagi no okami flooded the velvet room attendant's soft body with his own hot seed.

Margaret just about melted against Narukami into a puddle of warm butter after that. Letting the silver-haired wildcard hold her as they both caught their breaths and let the pool wash away whatever juices may have dripped out when Izanagi no okami vanished. "So, was that as fun as you'd hoped?" Narukami eventually panted, letting the woman nuzzle into his neck affectionately as she hummed, "Fun enough for me to know that we may do it again."

#Yu Narukami #persona 4 #Yu Narukami x Margaret x Izanagi no okami #persona #Izanagi no okami #not sfw #spicy #lemon #ask #Margaret from persona 4

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guessillcallitart · 2 years

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"Annie." He wrinkles his nose like he's smelling something foul. "I thought I smelled a desperate coward, Preston." I give him a look of equal distaste. I snap my fingers and he falls to the ground. "Help, help, someone, help", I hear a small voice plead. Bright yellow sparks dance up and down my fingers and a wall of fire is ablaze in front of me. "You're free now, child", I whisper softly as a small flame climbs on my hand. "You're free now, Atsura." My voice is a bit louder now and I blow gently at the flame. It flies across the air to the window. "Thank you, kind one. It was torture." I spin around to a tall, Asian woman standing near the window. Her long, black hair falls in shaggy waves down her slender back. Her eyes twinkle in the shade of roasted almonds. She streches her fingers. The small, graceful movement sends up sparks in the dusty air. "The girl can control water and air. Every moment near her was pure torture. We just don't mix", she says sadly. I flick my hand and the now bare, heavily scarred door opens with a loud creak. A blue haired girl tumbles out. I look into her prison. "I sense fire in you too. Be careful", Atsura warns. "Fire", I whisper. "It's fickle and hungry. Destructive. It lives in my soul but it is immortal for I am a demon." The walls of the chamber are wet. "Looks like you had a tantrum, little girl. You embraced your powers."

"I was trying to free myself." Ariana sounds defiant. "But something evaporated the water every time I summoned it."

"That was me", Atsura says delicately. "Preston enchanted the door heavily and trapped me in it." Ariana dares a careful glance at her and spins back to look at me. "Why did you free me?"

"You could learn some manners, sweetheart." I smile at her. She takes a step back with sudden fear in her eyes. "You're the demon I've been having nightmares about, even at the school. Apollo... you've been whispering to him."

"Well, it wasn't just me", I say. "There are many demons in this world. One of them being my boyfriend. He did his part too."

"Why did you help me?" her voice shakes which gives me some pleasure. "I don't need to answer your foolish question, little girl." I turn to walk away. "That's not my name", she says defiantly. "I'm not little girl." I turn back to her and smirk. "Sure you are." I flick my hand. Fog, the color of magenta encases me.

I love this bit for some reason✨

Please send me asks/messages!

#original story #original character #fantasy #fiction #victorianshannon #original characters #mine

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dozy-draws · 3 years

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I’m posting these WIPs bc I have noooo idea when I’ll have the energy to work more on them but it gives an idea of how Amore and Phoenix’s plots intersect... The comic crew says Amore isn’t “dead dead” if someone were to be able to find all her pieces and reconstruct her... Perhaps someone who’s into history and part crystal pony... 👀

#in my HCs twinkle eyed ponies in g4 are part crystal pony part non crystal pony #so phoenix’s mom is part crystal pony and her other parent is a pegasus #spoiler: I’m making her mom mimic from g1 #I just think they match up nicely #anyway also as a spoiler: guess who has one of amore’s pieces unwittingly?#she’s tall yellow and power hungry #hehe #anyway #mlp #my little pony #OC: phoenix fortune #princess amore #mlp amore #WIP

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me-uglypretty · 2 years

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Don’t live in vain

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha feels the burden of war and saves someone who’s no stranger to them, and both finding new hope. (Inspired by “If I can stop one heart from breaking” by Emily Dickinson)

Warning: 18+(General), mention of war, blood, weapon, deaths, angst but happy ending

Word count: 1610

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Unbeknownst to them, a heart beating of bravery had shattered after the cries of innocents and horror of war fell over them. All that was left were dust which made their eyes red. The sight of failure had never felt more painful than that moment—where lives that was left forgotten, merely exist as memories for them to regret.

“It’s not your fault,” Wanda comforted her, those words swore to truth while the television spoke otherwise. “An ambush is unavoidable,” she added.

Natasha seeks more than reassurance of an avoidable failure. A spell to blanket the haunting cries while bullets drills holes down the very home that sought safety for them. It was never a case to worry for those hungry for power.

“I’m supposed to help them. That’s my job. I swear, I tried…” Natasha trailed off, trying to explain to her friend but more to herself. The burning ache in her chest doesn’t ease in time when arms wrapped around her frail body.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

Nothing changes within her soul, when words of comfort spills with hope to make a difference. For the nightmares awaits it’s time to come when her eyes shut closed and sleep lures her. The truth of failure bleeds deep and taste bitter in her mouth. It’s far too hard for Natasha to simply forget the haunting cries of lives gone.

4 hours before

You barely made it out alive. It was heavy and loud when it happened. Explosions destroyed the very last chance of finding your home again. Dust pollutes the air and you coughed your lungs out for hours it seems—and you didn’t know how long time had passed during the pure destruction of life or if the red that stains your shirt was blood from your own body.

“Move! Get to safety!”

People rushing to find a place of safety within the cries of fear and worries. Someone leads them to the place itself. Not a single living body left the scene without a wound to mark their pain. You didn’t know if you could ever feel safe in these conditions.

Then, a bullet flies past you, merely inches away from grazing your skin and bones—before a body pushed you aside from the line of fires that rains. You clutched your body in fear and eyes shutting closed. Sounds of war made your ears bleed.

“Are you okay?”

You remained quiet for the most. Not a word leaving your trembling mouth. Not when your body trembles of fear as numbness takes control of your physical and mental state, far beyond your own control.

Curse the gods, you thought. For they left you stranded in an unknown land with memories sworn to secrecy.

And yet, you stayed within the space that doesn’t know your name.

If your life was saved from death by none other than a stranger; it’s a blessing in disguise and you must not waste it. You promised that, the gods themselves couldn’t change.

The wind whistles a tune of sorrow. A land that once stood tall of life and beauty—is now withering away as a bitter past. If you stand on the same ground that one tremble of war, it rattles still and somehow, you hear the clinks of weapons in work while people begged for mercy.

Thus, a wounded spy and a lost child of gods.

Natasha hides in plain sight. The road ahead that lead to those left to death, closed and marked with yellow tape. Her bike roared angrily, waiting for her as she contemplates her choices.

This wasn’t the first case of innocent lives made into bait by the cruel hunger of power. Either on the good side or the bad side, the gap between the two inches closer when each side proclaim themselves better than the other. While leaving uncountable ruins for those not strong or powerful as them.

“You must not live in vain.”

Natasha’s thoughts drifted as she lifted her head by the voice that appeared beside her. Tears brimming her eyes, a pool that wish to fall if words were chosen wisely. She stares at the unknown person standing beside her.

You wish for her to know. Her eyes flashes of stories wailing in horror and pain—all that doesn’t heal overnight. You could see past her barricade of bravery. Instead of your own story, other’s dark and bright past, pulses as colours through their eyes and you sense the truth within their pools.

Not word to word of their lives before or after, just glimpse of life that was hidden away or was shown as brave colours. You saw those flashes in her eyes, vivid and intense. She is more than what dwell of wars.

“You must not live in vain,” you repeated, taking a step closer to her as you watch her eyes scan your face for your motive to approach her.

Natasha held her guards high at every moment of her life. The sheer second she slips, it would grant her the worst of things she wished to not know. So, when someone unknown uttered those words that haunts her thoughts, she second guessed if dead souls could hear her silent cries and those who do—will they approach her after the pain she couldn’t stop?

“Who are you?” Natasha questioned instead, eyes staring intently into pools of curiosity.

You smiled at her voice. It echoes in your mind, brushing the walls of your ears and your heart hammering.

“It’s you,” the words fell sweetly from your mouth as you stepped closer to her and said, “You saved me.”

The words often heard by Natasha from strangers whispering while clinging to fear of the unforgettable and those proudly speaking to the heroes who saved the day again. Somehow, your words gushed of those like hers.

Sous to be saved and helped for better.

You hand daringly graze the skin of her cheek and when skin fully meet, a lone tear frees from her eyes, rolling down her face as her lips trembles.

“I know you…” you whispered to the wandering thoughts in her mind.

Natasha’s eyes widen by the touch of warmth resurfacing from someone—unknown, unfamiliar to her own than what often reeks by the awful lust of some and for the better, comforting those in trouble. The touch emits those who felt the first ache of war itself, the ache that doesn’t suffice with blinding award and words of bravery from others.

You thumb brush away her fallen tears, “You saved me from a stray bullet and again, when I am reminded that you owe me nothing. But you still choose to save me,” you said, explaining yourself from the confusion in her eyes and your body almost an inch away from hers.

A shift in the air and change of wind, the sun shining from above and birds singing their tunes—it’s noticeable how life seems to lift a colour than the dull that aches. Hope falls on their bare soul as the seconds pass.

You approach her with the next move of your arms wrapping around her body and holding her close to yours. Natasha’s body reacts almost immediately, tears falling harder than before, and body trembling of burdens that weights heavy on her shoulder.

A promise lingering on your tongue to remind her of those lives she continues to save as the gods once said, “You harm none…if you choose to stay and fight for their lives…you harm none…if you don’t allow the pain of yesterday to behold you from today…”

Natasha tried pushing away from the warmth of your embrace. A reason failed to appear for her to fall from the facade she held together for so long. If there was a way to explain what hurts her soul and draw the pictures for them to understand—Natasha would travel the universe to make the change.

The horror of life has done nothing more but wound more lives and hers was equally meant for suffering since the first breath of air. It wasn’t fair and never will be. That’s the sole reason why she stands tall and strong in the eyes of those craving of the tears of suffering as no one should suffer in such way but allow the freedom to live life more than an act of survival.

And your words, your touch—it emits the kind of energy that reminds her of life beyond what seeks of pain. You are a body, a living soul, breathing the same air as her, the same she saved, and you are alive. She sees it now, through the suffering of innocents and cries that sees no end. She had tried till the final bow of saving them and paying to regards to her own life during these significant moments.

“If I can ease one life the aching,” Natasha mused, and you pulled away from her, just enough to meet her eyes as the words that haven’t met its end, halt when your eyes daringly stare into hers.

You shake your head, “You eased my life in ways you may never know. But now…please allowed me to ease the pain in your heart,” and your hand rest above her chest where her heart beats uncertainly.

The thumps of her heart, the pulsing of blood in her body—reminds you of life and when her lips curves with the smallest smile, you know that the most beautiful of smiles exist within those who faced the horror of lives and still choose to stay good for those who couldn’t.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x you

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kalims · 3 years

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AYO I LOVE THE MOTHER READER W/ AETHER AND LUMINE OF ITS ALRIGHT WILL YOU DO MORE ??? MAYBE MOTHER READER TRAVELLIN WITH THEM? maybe them goin to mondstadt this time- (pls i just love it dont mind me)

fluff, platonic relationships.

the bright lights of the sun peaked through the fluffy white clouds upon the light blue sky filled with wonder. If you looked closely, a rainbow shall be seen standing tall and proud in it's beautiful glory. Tevyat had been seemingly went back to normal, the people that shared home's in it were all able to go out of their safe house's ever since the twins had confronted each other thus they finally reunited.

There was no more abyss, no more organization that wrecked chaos and struck fear amongst the seven respective nations. There was no more princess to lead the group of the monsters brimming with evil, they'd finally been freed from the curse they've had for hundreds--thousands of years. Their soul can finally rest in the heavens in peace, shall they watch over the current generation.

All thanks to the two wonderful twins, that had saved them from their demise. Alas the so called monsters had finally found their eternal paradise.

Her yellow pools flashed in guilt, yet her heart warmed, knowing that she'd guided them to their happiness. Just the sight of the familiar block of metal and wires brought back both many unpleasant memories and joyful one's.

A hand planted itself on the smooth skin of her shoulders, gently squeezing it affectionately. lumine glanced back. Her eyes trailing across the hand that sat atop her shoulder before her orbs locked with yours. You sent her a reassuring smile, eyes shining with understanding.

"Don't worry, they're all in a better place now." You spoke slowly, making sure to choose your words carefully to ensure that the blonde female wouldn't feel an ounce of guilt nor break down in sniffles and tears.

Your daughter laid her eyes on the ground, however her blonde locks bounced as she nodded her head. "I know..." She whispered under her breath, her lips thinned. You frowned lightly, it wasn't like her to feel and look so depressed. It can't be helped you supposed.

But still, the fact that you weren't there for the twins, your twins while they were experiencing events that teens shouldn't even go through. It hurt you a lot, especially knowing that they've been damaged both mentally and physically. It made your thoughts race with guilt.

"Hey! What's the hold-up! Paimon's hungry for some sticky honey roast, and we aren't gonna get in mondstadt if you two just stand around!" Paimon whined, rubbing her stomach area to emphasize how hungry she was truly feeling, you spared lumine a glance, giving her one last squeeze on the shoulder before turning to the small floating child.

"Now, Now... We'll get going then!" To this, the girl cheered loudly, she gripped aether's arm before she yanked it as strong as she could. The said boy who was previously napping with his back against the tree woke up, startled.

"H-Huh.. Oh, it's you paimon." Aether deadpanned, watching as the girl panted. Paimon wiped a stray droplet of sweat that threatened to fall down her temple with an exhausted huff. "You're really heavy, y'know that?!"

Aether raised a brow. "That's probably because you're really small." He smirked lazily as her face twisted into one of defeat and irritation.

Your hands raised into a loud clap, the sound echoing around the small forest and effectively gaining the (family's) group's attention. "That's enough chatter everyone, let's get moving before night falls!" None of them really wanted to sleep in the middle of the night, especially if a few of them thinks that there are monsters amidst the darkness.

The group ventured into the city of freedom in a rather fast pace, even after their reuniting the beautiful wings had yet to return, along with their powers. You, of course still have your very own wings since 'the unknown god' never sealed them in the first place.

"Oh wow... Is that it?" You mumbled in awe, your eyes skimming over the large gray walls of the city. It was absolutely beautiful, the walls were inspired by a castle of some sorts, you can already see the large statue of the anemo god above. It was just that large.

"Yeah."

Aether nodded, smiling at your expression. Lumine stood by her side with a wide grin, she'd never personally been in the city itself. To say she was excited to explore the depths of the city was an understatement.

"Ah! Traveler, you've returned! :D" a rather high pitched voice spoke, you all turned to the right. A boy, looking more younger than you. However you know not to judge appearances, a strange thing a certain golden eyed man told you.

The boy's green eyes shifted onto yours. He wore a cheery smile, his carefree demeanour defined shone through. "Oh, and with new company too! I am venti the bard!" He introduced, the arm that held a wooden lyre laid in his side while the other was on his hip.

"I'm lumine.🙂"

"You can call me, (Y/N)! 😊"

"you already know paimon! 😋"

"You didn't need to introduce yourself, he already knows you paimon."

"Shut up Aether. 😐"

Venti chuckled at the now bickering group, to be more specific. You and lumine watched as aether and the small child argued back and forth. Aether with reason and paimon with stubbornness.

"What a lively group!" :D

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #lumine #kaeya #genshin scenarios #genshin headcanons #lumine x reader #aether x reader #venti #VENTI THE BARB 🙄

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silverynight · 3 years

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Hi! Could you make a oneshot where everyone is terrified of the hashiras except the kamaboko squad + Genya and Kanao? Basically a series of situations where a demon slayer sees one hashira being soft and kind around Tanjirou, and at the end the Hashiras are in a organization wide meeting, talking about important information about the uppermoons. Several kakushi suddenly rush to the butterfly estate, one of the kasugai crows inform the hashiras that Tanjirou was severely injured from a mission and has escaped the butterfly estate? He didn’t want to get healed because he wanted to greet the hashiras. Then they just all hear a thud at the corner, where Tanjirou passed out. The hashiras all freak out, they call a kakushi to take care of him and all follow him to the butterfly estate?

I love your oneshots btw!

The kakushi girl has learned a lot since that day at the butterfly estate; Tanjirou is special, there's something about him that makes every single hashira melt as soon as they see him.

Every. Single. One.

Even the scariest of them like the wind hashira. She wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.

They're taking a break; she's in the dining room with a few slayers and a couple of kakushi. The Pillars will be arriving soon so they're eating what they can before leaving the place.

However, one of them takes two ohagi that were left on a plate even though they clearly belonged to someone. She's waiting for the ridiculous fight (sometimes demon slayers argue with each other for nonsense like that).

"That was Shinazugawa-san's" a girl informs the boy, who immediately pales after hearing that.

"Those are his favorites," says another.

"You'll be dead soon."

"Just tell him Tanjirou ate them," a boy with short, yellow hair she doesn't remember the name of says, still enjoying his rice balls.

"What? I thought you were Tanjirou's friend, Zenitsu!" Says the demon slayer girl, almost outraged. "Why do you want Shinazugawa-san to kill him?"

If the kakushi girl hadn't been on the butterfly mansion that day, she would've been glaring at the blond as well.

Zenitsu sighs.

"He won't kill him because it's Tanjirou and the Pillars would never hurt him. Seriously, haven't you noticed? Where have you been?"

No one believes him of course and the boy seriously considers running away but the hashira arrive before he can do anything and Shinazugawa realizes what happened immediately.

A few demon slayers manage to run away, but the boy gets caught by the wind hashira; he grabs him by the uniform to lift him from the ground like nothing.

At least he's not grabbing him by the neck.

"Who ate them? Was it you?" He growls. For a second the kakushi girl thinks the young demon slayer is going to faint out fear.

"It was me, Shinazugawa-san!" Tanjirou arrives just in time. "I'm so sorry! I can make you more if you want!"

The wind hashira releases the demon slayer, who hits the floor immediately and grimaces in pain.

"There's no need," Shinazugawa huffs. "I wasn't hungry anyway."

He walks away, but ruffles Tanjirou's hair when he passes next to him. Everyone, except the other Pillars (who are already trying to get Tanjirou to sit next to them) looks like they're in shock.

***

She kinda enjoys when someone realizes what's going on; it's fun to see the confusion on someone else's face when they catch a glimpse of Tomioka smiling softly at Tanjirou or Rengoku carrying the boy in his arms every time he sees him.

"Look," Kanao, the insect hashira's tsuguko, mumbles as she sits next to her. A group of demon slayers have been training with Tokito and it's been a nightmare for almost everyone. "This is my favorite part."

The mist hashira starts throwing rocks at the ones he thinks are not moving correctly as they practice with wooden swords.

She can hear the way they hiss in pain whenever a stone hits them.

"Are you sure I'm doing this correctly, Tokito-san?" Tanjirou asks, looking as puzzled as some of his fellows slayers. He's the only one who hasn't been hit by a rock. Not even once.

"Of course, Tanjirou!" The hashira grins at him, taking both his hands almost lovingly. "Your movements are perfect! Actually, you can take a break now."

His voice is soft as he encourages Tanjirou to go eat something, but as soon as he turns around to the others an unimpressed expression appears on his face.

"That's what you call training, you incompetent airheads? We're going to keep this until you can't stand anymore!"

***

Even though Uzui is constantly flirting with Tanjirou (who seems to be oblivious to everything) he's the one stopping other demon slayers from trying to do the same.

It's understandable confusing for the others to watch as the sound hashira narrows his eyes at them from above (he's ridiculously tall) and then turn at Tanjirou with flirty smile curling his lips up whenever the boy gets close to him.

However, he lets one of the young ones follow Tanjirou (like a lovesick puppy) around everywhere.

"Who's that?" She asks, she's become really good friends with Zenitsu and often looks for him because he's the one that knows the most about that situation. "And why haven't they–"

"He's Genya," Zenitsu frowns. "He's the only one allowed to do that because he's Shinazugawa-san's little brother."

Huh. So that's why he looks terrifying as well. Also, he doesn't look little at all; he's even taller than most of the Pillars. It's weird that he usually looks so grumpy and murderous and yet when Tanjirou turns to talk to him he acts like a twelve-year-old with a crush.

"Tanjirou has no idea, right?" She asks, even though she knows the answer already.

"Not at all."

***

She definitely doesn't expect to find Tanjirou passed out on the ground when she and a few of her fellow kakushi are called to the hashira headquarters.

It seems Tanjirou got injured during his latest mission, but he didn't listen to the kakushi advice and rushed to greet the Pillars as soon as he found out they were in the headquarters having a meeting.

And now he's unconscious and the hashira are surrounding the boy and looking like they're in pain. The first kakushi that gets closer to Tanjirou gets growled at by the flame hashira, who instinctively puts himself in the middle.

"I'm sorry," Rengoku apologizes immediately, like waking up from a dream. "I thought you were going to hurt him..."

It's like the hashira's protective instincts have suddenly grown exponentially.

None of the kakushi dare to get closer again. Tomioka gets desperate and takes Tanjirou in his arms. For the first time since she met him he doesn't have a neutral expression on his face.

He's worried, almost in despair.

"I'll follow you," he tells the kakushi.

They check his injuries as soon as Tomioka leaves him in one of the rooms. Kocho strokes Tanjirou's hair kindly, smiling softly before turning to face the others.

"He'll be fine," she informs them. "But we have to let him rest."

That they do, but they remain outside the room; some of them have to go on missions already but Kanroji promises to send them a message as soon as Tanjirou wakes up.

Quietly, the kakushi girl observes as they take turns to walk in the room and stay for a while with him. Rengoku likes to take Tanjirou's hand in his and kiss it gently as he mumbles something the kakushi girl can't hear.

Tomioka looks down at the boy like he doesn't care about anything else in the world. She knows now that he's the one that met him first and wonders what happened then.

It's strange how things can turn from "I don't even know who you are" to "you're the most important thing in my life. I'd do anything for you."

Kocho helps Tanjirou sit on the bed and wakes him up herself only to give him more medicine.

Kanroji sobs a little bit, but doesn't say much. Uzui pushes a kakushi aside so he can change Tanjirou's bandages himself.

When he finally wakes up completely, Shinazugawa is back.

"Don't you ever do that again!" It's the first thing he says, growling. "Running away from the butterfly mansion just to say 'Hi' to us? Are you out of your mind?"

"I'm sorry," Tanjirou chuckles, not even a little bit intimidated by the wind hashira's irritation. "I didn't feel that bad at the moment. I thought I was fine."

"You weren't," Tomioka scolds him, but softens his expression immediately after. "I'm glad you're okay now."

Rengoku takes Tanjirou in his arms and Kanroji gives him a kiss on the forehead before Tokito starts arguing that it's his turn.

While the other kakushi look at the scene in shock, she funds herself smiling at them. Then, she desperately wishes them happiness because it's always difficult and a bit hopeless to love so much in a world like the one they live in.

Love makes everyone vulnerable, even the strong and powerful ones.

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olivyh · 3 years

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TWST FAMILY HCS PT2) Savanaclaw and Octavinelle

Feel free to tack on your own Hc’s too!!! I love reading what other people think and how their view of the characters and of Twisted Wonderland in general change from person to person!!!

Savanaclaw:

Leona:

-Farena: We already know Leona describes his brother as being carefree and relaxed, but deep under that I think he’s a deeply intelligent man (how can you run a kingdom and be stupid?). He tries his best to make time in his schedule for his wife and child, and even try to get bonding tike with his younger brother (which never works out well). He tries to teach Cheka as much as he can, often giving him little life lessons while they play games. He’s a very kind and straightforward man, often being blunt when he doesn’t mean to. He stands a little taller than Leona, with Orange hair similar to Chekas. He keeps his hair tied out of his face as much as he can.

-Sister-in-law Kingscholar: A strong and confident woman, not afraid to speak her mind when she wants to. She’s blunt and she’d let you know about it. She’s also very kind in her own way, often dragging Leona off and trying to have serious talks with him, which he appreciates but doesn’t show. She adores Cheka and often spoils him without meaning to, and will spoil Leona too (but indirectly in a way similar to Ace’s father’s). Also very intelligent and good at reading people. I think she stands a little shorter than Leona, but she holds herself higher, and he slouches, so it looks as if they’re the same height. She has long yellow hair (again, similar to the ends of Cheka’s) that she often ties back as well.

-Cheka: We already know him, so heres a few Hcs!: He sometimes asks his mother to do his hair the same way as Leona’s, and tries to do everything like him (such as standing like him, trying to deepen his voice to sound like him, throwing sand at various objects in the castle yelling “King’s Roar!!”)

Ruggie:

-Grandma Bucchi: As he said himself, a stern and prideful woman. I think she’d be on the stricter side, having to teach Ruggie how to survive rather than him having to face those hard truths alone. She likely stands a lot shorter, likely 5’0 (sorry to anyone whos that height), than most other beastwomen. She’s a lot physically stronger than she looks, often still trying to pick Ruggie up at his age. She tries to spoil him when she can, trying to make him relax after working and taking over the household chores (which he declines, still cleaning up when she’s not looking- which earns him a smack to the head with a broom). She’s also a prankster, quietly jumping out from corners and scaring Ruggie or one of the other children. I think she feels a lot of regret over seeing Ruggie grow up so fast in the environment that he had, but she’s the proudest grandma ever. Whenever he sends pictures back she boasts to everyone at home (“See that! That’s my grandson’s school! See that there! He plays magift and is one of the best on the team! Look there! He’s got those nice ceremony robes!”), and even boasts about him with what little baby pictures they have (“See him walking at such a young age? Isn’t he so strong?”) Will never stop talking about her grandson, ever.

-Neighborhood kids: I think they’re like little siblings to Ruggie, so I’m adding them. They try to tale over what Ruggie did when he was at home, helping people fix up their houses or entertaining the baby hyenas when their mothers have other things to do. They also leave gifts to Ruggie when he comes back, between little dolls they made, bracelets they thought he’d like, charms, or pretty rocks and leaves. He keeps all of the gifts, no matter how small.

-His mom (bc the poor woman deserves a spot)(Poor meaning unfortunate)(The more i think abt it, both. It means both. Bad time?): I think she looked a lot like him, but with brighter blue eyes than his. She was definitely a prankster at heart, leaving clever traps behind for any poor soul to get stuck in. She was a very hardworker much like her son, taking on any task she could find to help out her mother. I think she’d try to leave as much behind for Ruggie as she could, which would include little notes and scribbles about how she was feeling throughout her pregnancy and how excited she was for him. Ruggie also kept all of those safe and sound, in a small box he keeps in the corner of his room.

(Can you guess who my fav chara is?)

Jack:

-Grandma & Grandpa Howl: A very loving couple, who always make time out of their schedule for their grandchildren, whether it be for school events, emergencies, or if any one of them want to come by and talk. They met when Grandpa Howl got lost and wandered by Grandma Howl’s family’s cabin (which happens to be the one they, and the rest of the family, still live in to this day) and he spent the night. I think they fell in love at first sight :’)

-Mama Howl: A very soft and loving beastwoman who is willing to sacrifice anything for her children. She is often strict, and sometimes a chatterbox, but she always reminds her children to stay safe and that she loves them. She always pats their head or cheek when she walks by, even if she has to reach a little to plant a kiss on Jack’s forehead. I think her hair would be a little darker grey, and she’d definitely be a little more muscular and taller, reaching six ft one when standing straight up. She’d have the same yellow eyes as Jack, and her hair would be cropped shorter due to her still moving around a lot.

-Papa Howl: Very similar to Jack personality and appearance wise. He stands an inch or two shorter than Jack, but is still very muscular due to working around the house and in the woods (chopping wood for the campfire, dragging around tools, carrying three wolf pups at a time in his younger days (only one now wants to be carried, which hurts the poor man’s heart a bit)

-Baby brother Howl: Huffy and a little moody, but a hard worker even if he complains while doing it most of the time. That’s often with his parents, but when he does something with Jack he doesn’t complain a bit. He’s very attached to his older brother, looking up to him for his strength and strong morals. He often compares him to superheroes and star athletes in his mind, but sometimes it slips out, resulting in one very embarrassed wolf boy and another very flattered wolf boy, ignore their wagging tails, it means nothing. I think he stands pretty tall for a preteen, around 5’7-5’8 and growing taller by the day. Same hair and eye color as Jack. Acts like he doesn’t like to play games with his younger sister but will never turn down a game of tag.

-Baby sister Howl: An absolute sweetheart. She just wants the best for her family and will do whatever she can to make what they want happen. Jack is hungry? Good thing she made her special dessert (it’s a poptart with whipped cream messily piled on top with sprinkles and literal sugar cubed wedged in it, but don’t tell her you don’t like it, please she’d actually bawl). Her other older brother is tired? She can get him extra blankets! Mama needs help cleaning? She can mop (she really just throws water on the floor and praises herself for a job well done). Papa need to cut wood? She can- no, she can’t. Please don’t give her an axe. She’ll cheer him from the sidelines with a song she made up just for him instead! She has their mother’s grey hair and father’s dark brown eyes, and loves to do her hair like the princesses she sees on Tv! (Yes, Jack will wear a too-small dress and Tiara if his sister wants to play princess. No, he will not let anyone take pictures.)

Octavinelle:

Tweels:

-Mama Leech: At first glance, a very kind woman with soft eyes. Willing to open her arms to anyone who might need help. Then, a terrifying grin similar to Floyd’s as that poor unfortunate soul realizes the trap they’d been thrown in. She’s very kind and patient towards both her boys and husband, as well as their friends (even of she is on guard near their friends, throwing a few hollow threats to see if it’d scare them away)(She doesn’t like to share her babies). She dotes on the tweels as much as possible, indulging im whatever curiosity they may have. Floyd wants to know what going through riptide is like? They leave tomorrow to find one. Jade wants to know more about life on land? She’ll find as many books as possible and ask (threaten) people for their land belongings. She knows when too far is too far though, and is very skilled at reeling the boys back in if they get to that point. Will always call them her little guppies, no matter how big they get. I think she’d have a teal bob on top, with the underside of her hair being black (which makes her hair look color changing when she swims). Im her human form shes only a few inches shorter than her boys, ranging around the same as Jack’s mother.

-Papa Leech: The definition of old Hollywood New York mob boss. Strict and blunt about his interests and problems, and not afraid to cause any problems if provoked. When the tweels were younger and they’d wrestle and bite at him, he’d throw them off him easily, telling them they need to work to beat him, even if he was impressed by their teamwork at first. Will die to protect his family, and was likely put in that position many times in the past due to his uh… business. He values his wife and children more than anything, and has done everything in his power in the past to protect them from harm. When they went to NRC at first, he felt defeated and almost wanted to beg them to stay safe with him (not that his pride would allow it).(Both the tweels can see through his facade easily)

Azul:

-Grandma ‘grotto: A very stern and prim octomermaid. What she says goes in the Ashengrotto house, and she often catches herself making unnecessary comments. She does apologize. Also a very loving grandmother towards Azul, often babying him whenever possible (doing the classic “you’re not eating enough here take some more” grandma move)(She will smooch his face whenever possible when there are no business clients nearby). Tries to boost his confidence since she knew about what was happening to him (Chances are she went through the same thing- being an octomer as well) and dod her best to protect him and make him happy. She taught him how to write with his tentacles and encouraged him to do his best in everything he does.

-Mama ‘grotto: Another businesslady in the front absolute softie in the back situation. Adores her son and is incredibly proud of how far he’s come.I think she looks identical to Azul, but more heavyset and, of course, female. She coddled Azul as much as possible, which worked out well with baby Azul’s clingy nature. She had no shame in walking around with the little guy stuck to her (unless he smacked a tentacle to her face when she was working on her restaurant), and made sure everyone knew what a good boy he was. She would show pictures to everyone (similar to Ruggie’s grandma), but respects his wishes in wanting to hide pictures of his past. She still shows anyone who asks pictures of him at NRC (compliments to the twins, who send her updates when her son is busy), and will tell everyone how smart he is and how much he’s grown.

-Step-Papa grotto: A very professional man in every aspect of his life, which stretches to his relationship with his stepson. When he learns about the contracts and Azuls UM, he’s over the moon with how happy he is. He swam around with a little more pep than usual, flicking his tail and flaring out his fins the more and more Azul told him. He helps him reword and format his contracts to his advantage, and is always willing to talk with him about Mostro Lounge or (on rare occasion) some memories before Step papa Ashengrotto met Mama Ashengrotto (which always make him happy that Azul trusts him enough). I think he’d be a pretty generic looking Mer, with an average looking tail and such

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jujutsu-headcanons · 3 years

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Gojo Satoru general headcanons

Let's get one thing clear: this man is absolutely chaotic. He is always full of energy. His energy levels never reach below 50%. He is loud and proud, always running, and never takes a minute to relax.

Do not give him Monster. Shoko did that once and it took her forever to get him off the ceiling. Also, avoid caffeine. Shoko replaces his normal coffee with decaf and he still hasn't noticed the difference. Keep it that way.

He was the class clown when he was younger. He wasn't exactly a trouble maker, but he may as well be. I cannot word that sentence and I am sorry. Next.

All of his teachers assumed he never listened in class, so they always called in him when they thought he wasn't paying attention. It still shocked them every time he rattled off the correct answer.

Not only did he answer the question correctly, but he could also explain his reasoning behind the answer, and if it was multiple choice, explain why the other answers were wrong.

This tall man child would march up to the board and absolutely fill it to the brim with work, turn around, drop the chalk-like a mic drop and walk back to his desk with the smuggest look on his face.

That doesn't mean he did the work tho

Idk how schools in japan work but we all know schools in America only care about the amount of work you do and not what you actually know so we'll use that for the sake of the headcanon: he had straight D's bc he never turned in his work

Despite not doing the work snd goofing off, teachers actually really liked him

A lot of people liked him and he was super popular, but he still felt alone

Fake friends, you know how that works, he didn't meet any real friends until he became a shaman

Clean freak. This dude actually makes his bed. He scrubs his bathroom twice a week. His desk can get cluttered but he straightens up once a week. He's not exactly a germaphobe because

He cannot respect your personal space and that's actually canon but let me take it a step further

He's a slapper. Especially when he laughs. It doesn't hurt, it's playful dw. He hugs you from behind especially when he's cold. He picks you up and carries you around. He will grab your wrist, arm, or hand and lead you around even if you're following him. He lays his legs across you or lays across your lap. Puts his head on your shoulder. Platonic cuddling between friends is mandatory. He's just so hands-on it's ridiculous.

Unless you explicitly tell him you're uncomfortable he won't stop

Don't worry, if you aren't in that type of relationship, your no-no square is safe. Except, if you seem chill, he will slap your ass regardless of friendship status. His ass is also slappable. You can't tell me Geto and Gojo didn't run around slapping each other asses, okay

He was weird and scrawny as a child. He didn't start beefing out until he started training to be a shaman and he's still kinda smaller than most beefy boys

He can pick you up and throw you around easily. He carried around a 170 pound Yuji like a sack of potatoes and can easily carry around three times that weight

It's amazing he's so tiny because you remember 2014 Shane Dawson making all of those wack ass desserts that was just s pile of chaos wrapped in chocolate?

He can eat every last bite of one of those monstrosities without getting a stomach ache, gaining weight, or dying basically

He knows bc Yuji dared him to do it

He has really cold hands and feet

He sounds old. Let me elaborate. He's constantly cracking his joints. They also creak when he moves. He complains about body pains like he's 80 y/o

He also shares wisdom with the kids as if he's actually 80 y/o

It's irrelevant advice that doesn't make sense but is also useful. Megumi can't count the number of times he's asked Gojo for feedback on his technique but had been told to remember to chew 40 times or never go to bed angry

Starts off sentences with "now son" and "when I was your age"

He uses his blindfold as a headband when he wants his hair out of his face. He also uses headbands as... Headbands... When he wants to wear sunglasses but get his hair out of his face

He owns so many pairs of sunglasses but he always wears the same pair

He's only bought a handful of them himself, most of them are gifts

No one knows what to get him for Christmas or his birthday bc he has everything, so they resort to sunglasses

His favorite pair is a pair that Shoko and Geto bought him as a gag. He thought they were dead serious, though, so he wore them around for a month

They were heart-shaped, rose-tinted glasses

Can you believe this man doesn't use any gel or anything to keep his hair spiky with the blindfold on? It just naturally defies gravity when the blindfold is on

Tell this man he's pretty because he already knows. He's narcissistic but not the cringy kind

Photogenic as hell. Takes great pictures from any angle.

He gives everyone a different story as to why he covers his eyes. Sometimes he says it's because his eyes are too pretty and are a distraction. Sometimes he says it's because the sunglasses/bandages/blindfold look cooler than his eyes. Sometimes he says it's to protect the six eyes from seeing things he doesn't want to see. The world may never know

He's tried covering his whole face before, but he thinks he's too pretty for that. He at least wants one of his many amazing features to be shown at all times.

So about his driver's license;

He knows how to drive. He can be a good driver. When he wants to be. He just doesn't have a driver's license.

Now he TELLS people he just never got around to getting one, however, there's a rumor he lost it due to too many parking tickets

It's amazing the only tickets he's ever gotten have been from that and once he got caught without a seatbelt; he would have gotten out of that one if he hadn't been flirting with the police officer so bad

This doesn't stop Gojo from driving places though

He steals Ijichi's car a LOT and Ijichi DOESN'T KNOW HOW like??? The windows are never broken and it doesn't look hotwired-

Gojo has a key

You're not even supposed to be able to duplicate car keys but Gojo did

Also; none of the first-year trio knows he doesn't have a driver's license, though that much should be painfully obvious

He whips around corners, speeds up at yellow lights, goes "watch this" and does a donut, it's just a mess

The poor students have to sit in the backseat too. Just imagine Megumi with all three seatbelts around him like that one meme.

He thrives off of Nobara and Yuji screaming from the backseat, and he can see Megumi being smooshed because he thought the middle seat was the safest through the rearview mirror

Which he doesn't even need because of the six eyes

Despite being such a reckless driver, he knows when danger will happen, so he's never once gotten in a wreck

He blasts the radio, which makes up for the driving.

Has a habit of getting in a car and ending up in the McDonalds drive-thru

Steals other people's fries and keeps the fullest one for himself.

He was rebellious as a kid and teenager, but hey, at least his juvie record is sealed

He's been detained and in the back of a cop car many times, but the reason was never really bad enough for him to be arrested. Mostly he's just being mouthy. And the time he got caught spray painting on the side of a building. And that one time he and Getou hopped the fence to get into the local pool. And that other time-

It got worse after Getou wasn't around to get him out of trouble. Suddenly, breaking the rules wasn't fun anymore and he mellowed out.

Tried alcohol and cigarettes before he was legal. Decided neither was his thing, however, he did start drinking occasionally when he was legal.

He's a fucking chaotic drunk. Oh my god he's absolutely feral

Most bars in the vicinity know him by name and they sigh whenever he walks in

Shoko is his emergency contact. She hates it

Shoko has to drag drunk Gojo home at least twice a month and is not happy about it

Once she left him in an alley. He made it home okay so she guesses it's fine

Once he got so drunk he spilled beer on his sock. The thought the fastest way to dry them was by sticking them in the microwave. Forgot about it until someone asked, "Who the fuck is cooking socks???"

I feel it important he was in the break room of the local grocery store and no one knows how he got there

As he was escorted out he stole a grocery cart and rode away in it while singing Don't Threaten Me (With A Good Time) by Panic! At The Disco

He has no alcohol tolerance at all what so ever

He will literally just stare at you and giggle

It's funny he's really flirty but also doesn't seal the deal. Literally, every woman in that bar is willing to get in his bed but he declines every offer. No one knows why

Its because he respects women

He helps his students break the rules as long as they're within reason. Once night Yuji was really hungry and after having a temper tantrum he couldn't order Uber eats bc the school is supposed to be secret Gojo helped sneak him out to get food. Who needs curfew anyway.

The shirts in his closet range from like twenty bucks to the iconic rich bitch shirt the kids ruined in that one chapter we all know the one

He still wears that by the way, he calls it "art"

When he was younger, Megumi drew a picture of Gojo being eaten by his shadow dogs. Gojo found it and now it's framed in his room.

He keeps up with current trends and memes like no one's business. This is how he bonds with his kids.

Don't call him old, but also, he'll tell you to respect your elders it's a mess

He has a lot of games on his phone. You can usually find him holding his phone sideways playing some RPG game he probably spent too much money on

He did hop on the Pokemon Go hype train but after becoming overpowered he got bored

This happens to a lot of games. He pays way too much money, gets to be the strongest in the server, and gets bored

He likes games where you can kill other people's troops and likes to watch as they lose all their power

I canon him as being borderline sadistic

This is why he's Sakata Gintoki reincarnated

White hair, sweet tooth, black leather clothes, dad vibes, never takes anything seriously bc when he does he's scary as fuck, the works.

He is Sakata Gintoki

He liked Gintama growing up. He watched a lot of iconic shows as they aired. He considers himself an og

He's hella bilingual

Because he's the strongest he goes overseas for missions a lot. Because of this he speaks a lot of languages and knows a lot about international cuisine

He takes pictures of himself eating disgusting foods like snails. He never likes them but he loves the idea of Nobara gagging back in japan

Has paperwork sitting untouched on his desk from three months ago that he will not touch for at least another three months

Does the crossword puzzles in the newspaper every week

Uses humor as a coping mechanism and it honestly just became a personality

Constantly popping his joints. I'm sorry if you find this gross I too find it gross.

Probably brought home every stray animal he ever met ever until he was at least like 22 y/o

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Voices {Diana Prince x Fem!Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2343 Summary: Jealousy is hard to tame, even in an Amazonian Princess. Warnings: Smut.

Diana had never been the jealous type. That was until had come along and joined the Justice League, the only other female in this male-dominated group. You weren’t quite as powerful as Diana, but you contributed a lot to the team, and knew how to handle yourself in a fight. Your powers of creating a force field had saved the ass of each one of these lunatics at least once. Even Superman had owed you a debt of gratitude for your powers, all of which you took with a grin. But out of all of them, the one that you seemed to be the closest with was Bruce - and that is where Diana’s jealousy came in.

You, like Bruce, were also from Gotham, so there had been that instant connection there. You would often talk about restaurants, about high school, about people and if there was any overlaps in where you used to hang out. It turns out you used to frequent some of the same places, despite being from totally different backgrounds. You two could often be seen talking and laughing around the coffee machine, or going out to dinner - which made the tabloids go wild. The rest of the league knew that you two were just friends but Diana had always suspected something.

She had originally thought that she would be the one that you would bond with, given that you were a woman. And yes, you two were friendly enough but it wasn’t quite what she had pictured. You would catch eyes in the hallway and nod at one another, and you worked well out in the battlefields of the world. When she saw you with Bruce, your voice would flow through her head like music, while Bruce’s was grating, like nails on a chalkboard. It affected her relationship with Bruce, which had once been friendly but now, being around him just felt like the annoying co-worker.

You and Bruce came into the Batcave from going out to dinner, and you were talking about the couple who had been sitting next to you. “I think it’s romantic,” You were saying about them.

“I think it’s convenient,” Bruce was shrugging off his jacket. “I know a thing or two about gold-diggers, y/n, and that man was one of them.”

“Sometimes, Bruce, I think you see the world in too dark a light,” You said, finally noticing that the others were gathered around, with only Diana and Barry eavesdropping. Cyborg was hooked into a supercomputer, and Clark was in his ordinary Clark attire, looking at his phone. “Oh, was there a meeting?”

“No, I was just bored,” Barry said. There was a flash of yellow, and he was standing right beside you, offering you a bag of chips. “Hungry?”

“Just ate, but thank you. I don’t think I could take another bite,” You protested. Bruce did the same with an elegant gesture of his hand, and you went your separate ways. Bruce went to hang up his jacket while you strode over to see what Clark was doing. Diana was sitting alone at the table now, watching the way that your dress moved about your body. She admired it on you. It was white and gold, and reminded her of home, though this was much more formal than functional. The sleeves draped over your shoulder, exposing the soft flesh of your collar and arms. As you bent over to peek at his phone and see who he was texting, she caught the curve of your breast, and looked away quickly, face glowing red in shame.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to look. But rather, she wanted you to be the one to show her, of your own free will. She wanted you to ask her to unzip the dress and watch as you stepped out of it, completely bare. These thoughts clouded her mind to the point where she didn’t notice that Barry had slipped into the chair beside her and was staring at her, grinning.

“You’re so obviously in love, just go ask her out!” He said, a little loudly. Diana shushed him quickly, and darted her eyes back to see if you had noticed. But you were teasing Clark about his girlfriend, Lois at this point and didn’t seem to have overheard.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Diana said, turning back towards Barry. “Isn’t there some marathon that you should be running?”

“Ouch, you get mean when you’re jealous.”

“I am not jealous,” Diana said, though she knew that it was a lie. Jealousy was a snake that was making it’s way through her nerves, and if she didn’t do something about it soon, she was afraid she was going to burst. The toxicity was unscrewing itself.

She stood up and made her way to the bathrooms. There were two, side by side, neither of them labeled as male or female because it seemed stupid. Just pick a bathroom and use it. She went inside and ran some cold water over her hands and patted at her flawless face. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw the red coming across her cheeks. She saw that glint in her eye that she didn’t like. Though alone, with the only sound being the pipes, she thought she could hear your voice. Laughing. Then Bruce. Probably saying something witty. Oh, I’m Bruce Wayne, I’m rich. I’m Batman.

She splashed herself again, trying to get control over these negative emotions. She dried her face with some paper towel and went to step out, planning on leaving the Bat Cave since she wasn’t needed here, but when she opened the door - you were standing there. You looked startled by the door opening, but your open mouth turned into a frown. “Are you okay?”

You pushed your way into the well lit bathroom with her, and closed the door behind you. Your hand then went to her forehead, reaching up because the Amazonian woman was so tall, and tried to feel for a fever. “Do I look sick to you?” Diana asked, raising an eyebrow, but let you touch her skin, her face. It brought that heat back but it was a different kind.

“Well, your cheeks look a little flushed, and you have been more quiet than usual,” You said, stepping back with a frown. “But you don’t have a fever, so hurray for small miracles.”

“Good,” Diana said with a nod. “But I could have told you that I’m not sick. I don’t get sick.”

“Of course, your immune system is probably as crazy powerful as you are,” You chuckled. “Is there something else wrong then? I mean, you look amazing as usual but there’s something up with you. If you wanted to talk about it, you know I’m here, right?”

You were just so nice, it was hard for Diana to really comprehend it. She only wished that you were this nice to her, and not to everyone else, as cruel as that seemed. In what was at first meant to be a reassuring motion, she put her hands on your arms and rubbed up and down, and then up, past the thin off-the shoulder sleeves, to your shoulders. Once she had started, she found it hard to stop.

“You’re here, and that’s part of the problem,” She admitted. You tilted your head in confusion, exposing more of that beautiful neck that so tempted her. The way that she was looking at you - with eyes ablaze - it was a wonder you weren’t running off. “I have to ask you a question, and it may sound a little strange.”

“Of course, what is it?”

“Do you have feelings of any sort for Bruce?”

“Oh, gross, no,” You said, shaking your head. Her hands were still on your shoulders, keeping you grounded. “He’s like a brother, especially since we grew up in a lot of the same places. Why do you ask?”

“You two seem very close... very close.” Her hands went up your neck, caressing the soft and exposed skin until she reached your jaw. Your breath hitched in your throat, she could feel it. But you didn’t become meek or shy. Instead, you surprised her.

“Hmm... are you jealous, Diana?” You asked. You didn’t attempt to push her off, or get her to move. In fact, the reason why you had been going towards the bathroom in the first place was easily forgotten. Diana was caught of guard by your direct question, and responded to it with a nod rather than verbalizing. A smile went across your lips - closed lipped, tantalizing. “Then my plan has been working.”

You were the one that initiated the first kiss, wrapping your arms around her neck, bringing her in. She was in her full gear in case something had come up, and her metal breastplate rubbed roughly against the soft fabric of your dress. It was a good feeling though. It was a bit cold - and it permeated through the dress until you could feel it on your nipples, making them grow hard. In contrast, Diana was now feeling the soft, the flowing feeling against her elbows as her arms bent when she came closer. Lips smashed against lips, and that jealousy melted away.

You were the first one to pull away, take a step back and looked over that outfit of hers. The infamous Wonder Woman outfit. Turned into cheap costumes the world round. “How do you take that thing off?” You asked. Surprising her again.

“Are you asking me to take it off, or are you curious?” Diana asked, pushing her hair out of the way, behind her neck, so that she could get back at yours with kisses.

“Both,” You said, leaning your head back so that she had more skin to get at. Diana grinned into these kisses, and showed you exactly how the form fitting top came off.

Diana felt very comfortable in her skin, and was fine with showing it off - to you. There were plenty of perverts out there who wanted to see this view, but it was only for you. Her chest was heaving with excitement, the pink that had been on her cheeks blushed her tan body. The skirt had come off as well, it being a one piece, and now she was standing there in only her underwear. For you.

You brought her back in for another kiss, this time with no hard breast plate in the middle. Diana’s hands deftly made their way to the back of your dress, and found the zipper. You moaned in encouragement, and gently - so as not to ruin the dress - she pulled it down until it reached your lower back. You shrugged your way out of it, pulling your arms out of the sleeves and let it fall onto the bathroom floor. At least Alfred kept this place spic and span himself. These floors had only been mopped that very morning.

Diana kept the kisses raining down upon you, your neck, your shoulders, your breasts once they were exposed. It was just the two of you in your underwear now, pressed against one another but it never felt close enough. Lifting you with ease, Diana swept you off of your feet and put you up onto the sink. You leaned back against the mirror, surprised at how quick all of this was going on. Both of you were. But neither of you were putting a stop to it. This was what she had been thinking about doing. Taking you from Bruce’s side and showing you how she really felt. This, this was a dream come true.

She kissed her way up one of your thighs, right along the inner skin, got to your underwear and started to pull it off slowly, leading it with kisses among the other thigh, to the calf, the to your pretty feet, bound in heels. Those, she would leave on. Just like she would her own thigh-high boots. “You’re very beautiful, y/n,” Diana said, getting a real good look at you.

“So are you, Princess,” You said with a smile, watching with eyes full of adoration. She existed for your compliments, and made her way hungrily between your legs. She was soft, just like those plump lips of hers, and she was gentle. She was also quite slow, which made you want her all the more. Her tongue was wet and warm and seemed to know exactly where to go to bring out the little whimpers in you. Your hands went to your own breasts, squeezing them. You pulled at your own nipples, making a display of it as Diana watched. Her dark eyes stayed focus up on you as her mouth worked.

As you began to reach your climax, miscellaneous things in the bathroom started to rumble. The garbage can for one, began to shake. The paper towel roll became entirely undone. The soap started to squirt out on its own. The lights flickered on and off as that force-field of yours affected the electricity around you. When you did finally reach it, your legs tightened around Diana, trapping her there as you thrust your hips up and down against her face, mewling with satisfaction.

The afterglow must have been amazing, for you grew a lot more loose and limber afterwards. Once you let Diana out of your grip, she joined you, hopping up onto the counter and put her arms around you, bringing you in for more kisses. These ones were more so lazy, just little pecks, as you started to recover from that rush of emotions. “What about you?” You asked, looking her over with a grin on her face.

“In time,” Diana smirked. “We have all of that in the world.”

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 3 years

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I want to talk about mob traits and archetype au is some of it so let's gooo

Sam liked creeper, even with their explosive function, but the little patches of green growing on him every day he goes to the prison worries him, and one time he caught himself hissing to Puffy, his best hypothesis? The stress is making his genes appear, but still, the urge to hurt, kill and explode his friends isn't the best.

While building and struggling and being motivated by spite in general, Niki didn't notice the purple particles coming out of her, or the enderman not being so aggressive as before, but Jack notices when her skin started to become black, and worried both, but there isn't one legit doctor in the server to go and see what was happening, Tommy almost didn't recognize her with the point black ears and pink hair, but he still followed her to the forest to get the wood Sam nook wanted. And when she got out of her little city and gone to the north and cold, she was almost as tall as Ranboo, her sking completed black and her eyes glowing a faint blue inatural of enderman that she looked so alike now.

Bad smiled, they with help of Ant were cheking the preparations of their little... event, the cat was checking in their resources when suddenly something hit Bad.

"Ant, have you always been a cat?"

"Huh?... I think so, I don't remember being anything else... and you Bad, have you always been like that?"

Turning, Bad send a questioning look to where he could see the antropomorfic cat back.

"Like what Ant?"

"...I don't know, demon like? With horns and void skin you know?"

"...huh, I never noticed it."

"Well, you were the one to ask it!"

"Okay okay, we have to check some stuff up still"

...but still, Bad thought, why i didn't remember this?(before this, they would joke about how demonic and nether like Bad was all time, before he was taller too, just enough to fit the fostress corridors and dark enough to blend in with the withers, but now none remembers that time)

Karl had another nightmare, this time not of the past, but the grim future he saw one time and it must be already changed by the way things are going, he was again feeling disconnected, so he goes to the bathroom to wash up his face and leave the nightmare behind, and soon as water touch his hands he feels calmer already. With a towel he drys his face and looks at the mirror above the sink, not to find his usual reflection, but blocks of swirling and bright neon colors looking back at him, and at the same time it scares him, it is... nostalgic? Familiar? Why is it so familiar? And with a blink the neon colors are gone and forgotten from the time travelers memory, but the confusion still remained.(XD never liked the neon creature that appeared with Sapnap one day, so the moment he could, he twisted and changed and modified it until it looked right to him and send him back to the server, but if changing appearances is difficult, cutting ties with powers and other entities of creatures was almost impossible, so with white blocks and black roses, he made a place where the creature would be caught rest between his travelling adventures and not cause too much trouble for him... well, now he has to deal with versions getting stuck in the In between and not overcrowd the place)

Quackity was again, wiping away these dang yellow feather away from his prestigious cassino, and continues to swear that the day he gets his hand on the dang chicken or bird leaving them behind he will feast on it until he's full.(he never looked when scratching his back little feathers would fall or how when he moved much and his back was itching his shirt became more pulled)

Ghostbur hid beneath another ceiling, again somehow forgetting that rain melts him instead of... of what? He doesn't remember, and he doesn't want to walk on sun either, he will get hurt again and be more hungry with... with what? He doesn't remember. Ghostbur is becoming tired of not remembering important things but remembering unimportant things, he wants to find his family. But where...(but still, his grey sking was always itching in the bright sun and melting in the rain wasn't such a big thing, with how rapid he would recompose himself)

Phil again groaned, feeling his feet sore and again take of his boots to see what is going on but find nothing but still, the feeling of tiredness of his body was driving him nuts and with the murder screaming again about how he's old doesn't help in nothing, but at the back of his mind the feeling of wrongness did not grew, but become even more present with the tiredness of his body... maybe he should pull a Techno and hibernate for some time...(and maybe in his dreams, he will remember how with his big wings he could get such a impulse even from the ground, remember that this is his first time with complete human feet in his life and not a hybrid between a crow and a human feet)

Tubbo's horns were hurting again, but they stopped growing after he started building snowchester, so he has no clue what could be the cause, he washed and polished them but nothing was stuck in them, so most of the day he is just bumping his head against things and people, and his back is scratching all day too... whatever, he has better things to do.(than remembering that he too had wings to fly, but insect ones were always frail and easy to rip of, but they would normally grow back and he would be in the air again with his father and maybe Tommy if he really feeled like it, how he had things on his head but never fully horns, just little antenna to talk and waste time with his bee friends. Better than remembering how XD likes to tear down things and people apparently)

*cries softly at everything

Oh my god this? This is beautiful.

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rrazor · 3 years

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positions | m. issei

tags: fluff, mildly suggestive content

issei never knew how much he loved touching you until he was granted unconditional permission to do so. he thought he was relatively independent and someone who didn’t need as much reassurance or physical affection compared to other guys around him, like oikawa and hanamaki or even iwaizumi.

he thought he’d be fine, satisfied, content with just having you sit next to him or holding your hand or just being near you.

he thought wrong.

but he’s okay with that—you always indulged him after all, more than happy to have him close. your face lights up in a way that’s so adorable it pains him and has his fingers itching for contact.

he toys with the edge of your hoodie, watching your in-game character dash about. turning his head, he dips it into the crook of your neck, closing his eyes. his arms automatically tighten around you as he noses into the skin there.

“‘sei, you bored?”

he mumbles his “no” into your skin, smelling clean and cottony from your shower. his legs tangle with yours underneath the blankets. the side of his right foot comes up to brush against your bare calf and he begins to wish he wore shorts instead.

you hum, fingers tapping away at the screen while his slide up under your hoodie. you glance down at them before looking back to your screen again. issei grins happily behind you, gently roaming his hands across your stomach and up to cup your boobs. your skin is soft, recently moisturized. you talked about how you bought a new one, how it was “natural” and made your skin feel like velvet. he agrees, roaming his hands around and taking in all your dips and curves.

“hey!” you squeal. “i’m fighting!”

he chuckles, kissing your cheek. “and you’re gonna lose if you don’t focus.”

you huff, but to his delight, don’t tell him to stop so he lets you grumble, snickering like the cat who got the cream.

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ

he wakes up to a delirious fog, overheated and chilled to the bone. bringing his hand up to rub at his eyes, he blinks through the darkness of his room, slowly extending an arm to his phone on his nightstand.

5:37pm.

“nii-chan… room… dinner.”

he hears footsteps get closer to his door. a short series of knocks.

“issei?” your voice is soft. “are you awake?”

“yes,” he tries to say, but it comes out a rasp, too quiet. he wonders why you’re here anyways, on a school night when there’s a math exam tomorrow. an exam he hopes he’ll pass given the state he’s in.

the door opens gently, allowing the soft yellow light from the hallway into his room. you walk in, hands carrying a tray. he hears the china knock into each other.

“oh, you’re awake.”

he nods, watching you set down everything on his nightstand before putting a hand over his forehead. the steam of the mug rises and already, he can feel how dry his mouth is.

“how’re you feeling?”

he clears his throat, wincing at the amount of phlegm he’s forced to clear out. you frown, if your down turned eyebrows are anything to go by. he can’t see the rest of your pretty face behind your mask.

“been better,” he croaks.

you huff out a laugh. “got enough energy for your meds?”

he nods, sitting up just enough to make it easy to wash the pills down with water before he slumps back into bed.

“are you hungry?” you ask, sitting down at the edge of his bed.

he shakes his head, letting you touch his forehead again.

“tired? wanna go back to sleep?”

he hums noncommittally, bringing his hand up to hold onto your wrist. you run your fingers through his soft curls, making him shiver.

“go to sleep,” you whisper.

he shakes his head, pulling you hard enough that you fall over him in surprise. he wraps his arms around your torso, burying his face in your chest.

“hey,” you chide, resting on your elbows above him. “you need to rest.”

he nuzzles into your shirt, relishing in having you close. the smooth, cool cotton of your shirt a welcome feeling on his overheated skin.

“missed you.”

straight through the heart.

“i missed you, too,” you whisper.

“stay a bit?” he pleas. he knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t really help himself.

you bring the blankets up over yourself and his heart soars. he tucks himself on top of your chest, heart pounding in his chest as you pull your mask down to kiss his forehead. it’s tender, so comforting.

he falls asleep to the smell of cotton and camomile.

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ

“babe.”

you hum, lips resting against his forehead. the clock on the bedside table reads 9:48pm in muted led.

he can’t see you in the dark, tucked in so close to you. issei’s resting beside you again. because he can’t ever get enough. because that’s where he belongs, hands on your skin, head tucked into your neck. he’s tall, might as well be two metres, two whole hundred centimetres but issei adores it when he gets to be the small spoon.

“d’y’ever think about the people who got infinity symbols tattooed or those moustaches—wonder how they’re doing?”

he can hear you, feel you laugh.

“no, i would’ve never if you didn’t bring it up,” you snort. “forgot about those dumb trends.”

he chuckles softly into your pajamas, slotting himself closer to you. he can’t explain it but an overwhelming surge of love blooms in his chest when you bring the blankets up to cover his shoulders.

you’ll probably end up on opposite sides of the bed in the morning, maybe even turned away from one another. s’fine, he usually ends up scooching over to you anyways. the rise and fall of your chest slows. it’s a bit too early for him to doze off—.

“g’night, ‘sei,” you mumble, kissing his hairline. “love you.”

he nods imperceptibly, kissing where your heart is. “night,” he whispers. “love you more.”

you mumble something into his hair. he draws infinity signs on your back.

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ

today, he’s the big spoon—sorta. you’re on the train to the mitsui outlet park. it’s crowded, likely because of the kamen rider event going on. the rest of his family got there early to participate from start to finish.

it’s 11:58am and he’s caged you in between the train walls, a nice barricade from other passengers.

he’s zoning out when he hears your stomach growl.

“did you eat breakfast?”

you look up at him sheepishly. “no?”

he leans down to knock his forehead against yours, lips curling upward when you make a funny noise.

“i think i have candy in my pockets.”

his mom was giving them out in the morning after finding them in her purse. she handed him a few saying she got them from work.

“really?” your eyes glimmer as your hands reach into his pockets. your rummaging digs up two pieces of caramel. you unwrap them and feed one to him before pocketing the plastic.

“y’know i think i love you a little bit.” you grin, tongue swirling caramel goodness.

“yeah?” he snickers. “can’t blame you. i’m the ultimate catch—tall, funny, handsome.”

you roll your eyes, watching as he leans against the glass perpendicular to the doors. he stands closer when the doors on the opposite open. you raise your fists up in front of you. “i’ll have you catch these hands.”

“you could have just told me you wanted to hold hands, babe,” he chuckles, grabbing your right one and leaving a quick kiss on your forehead.

“don’t twist my words,” you grumble. your words are half spoken into his chest when he presses closer as a businessman squeezes by.

“oh, don’t worry.” he winks. “i know you and i have other plans for these hands later.”

you snort. “yeah, prayer.”

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ

issei leans back against the couch, tilting over onto the arm to rest his head as he settles into his food coma.

“issei, come back and have some marinated duck!”

he groans a little, telling his grandmother that he’d be over soon. though he could eat a lot, the walls of his stomach could never defeat nor contain the power of his grandmother.

he decides it’s a great time to take a picture of his extended stomach and send it to you.

>> (05:47) babe >> (05:47) [img.png] >> (05:48) i’m expecting

>> (05:51) what the Hell >> (05:52) tw: mpreg

>> (05:53) did you just trigger warning me?

>> (05:53) yes

>> (05:54) damn >> (05:55) well I don’t need this negativity in my life >> (05:55) relationships r built on mutual respect >> (05:56) I’ve told u I love you what more do u want

>> (05:57) nudes

>> (05:57) 😔😢😢

>> (05:58) here’s one of mine >> (05:58) [img.png] >> (05:59) 🥰❤️❤️❤️

he’s never sat up so fast in his life.

“issei, are you coming?”

he bites his tongue. “yes, grandma.”

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ

he comes back home to you two days later. he drops his bags on his bedroom floor and is about to run out the house to yours when his mom yells at him from the kitchen, “issei, sort through your things before you go!”

his shoulders slump and his head hangs but he gets it done and then he’s off.

>> (02:12) I’m home 😎😎💩 >> (02:12) wait ididnt mean the poo emoji

>> (02:13) welcome home 🌸

>> (02:13) Open the door

you do, though it takes you a millisecond too long but he’s not going to gripe too much about it. he engulfs you in a hug the moment he sees you and nearly knocks your cell phone onto the pavement. your arms automatically go behind him. swaying, you stay there, sun shining and leaving an orange tint behind when you close your eyes.

“welcome back, ‘sei.” you nuzzle your head into his. “how was your grandma’s?”

he mumbles something but doesn’t make any effort to move. not wanting to attract stares, you slowly waddle backwards to get him through the front door. on your third step back, he just picks you up and does it himself before closing the door behind him and returning to his original position.

“‘sei,” you drawl out. “my back huurts.”

he pulls back the slightest, eager to see you up close yet wanting to keep you close. “i just wanted to hug you, is that so bad?”

“bedroom” is all you say. he frowns but lets you take him there anyways.

you sit on the bed and pat the space next to you. he instead opts to kneel down on the floor and rest his head on your thighs.

“‘sei?”

“grandma’s was good,” he murmurs, eyes closing when you run a hand through his curls. “thank you for the nude.”

you laugh and he takes the chance to get up and pull you into bed with him. he rolls you on top of him, brushing your hair away and cupping your face to pull you in for a kiss. his tongue is warm, soft, lax and you melt into him, onto him.

“wait,” he mutters.

“hm? something wrong?” you lean up a bit.

“i left your food at my place. my grandma made you some.”

you hum, leaving kisses on his jaw and swinging your legs. “we can go over later. kiss me more, please?”

he grins. “thought you’d never ask, babe.”

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