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honeeslust · 2 months

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Satoru Gojo | you cryin?

🖤 inspo for this comes from that slutty gif of Satoru in the box. I know well all collectively had… thoughts… but couple that with the ‘you cryin’ and yea… lets go!

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Could you imagine falling in love with someone like Satoru? The man can process anything coming his way faster than it can even be perceived. This is except when it came to falling for you.

That being said, he's not going to baby you into the supernatural three ring circus that is his life. That would be arrogantly irresponsible.

As soon as he knew you weren't going anywhere, he made a point to teach you to fear the dangers of his world as he understood better than anyone the cost of bearing such a burden. One of the first things he made sure you understood was how to be wary of the places that gave off a any kind of bad vibes.

But... it wasn't like you set out for this... but you know what they say about the curious cat...

An uncharacteristically frantic Satoru is losing his mind when you don't make it home at your usual time. It really could've only been about 10 minutes past the time you were due to be home but at the moment, none of his thoughts were logical. Not when he could almost immediately intuit the danger you'd found yourself in.

... Somewhere else

You're bound by your wrists to something sturdy above your head. Your body is so weak you can't even pick your head up enough to make out what it is you're tied to. Even after jerking around with all your might, the chains retaining you hadn't so much as budged.

It was hopeless. And now your murky vision has to be betraying you. Your surroundings were moving in ways it shouldn't.

And was that... a man just now?

Your eyes swept the area around you to find nothing but the dark empty expanse staring back at you. Every ounce of your energy having mysteriously been sapped from your body. Defeated by the onset of fatigue, your head hangs between your shoulders.

Shit Satoru. I fucked up...

Yea. You did sweetheart.

A voice echoes out from somewhere nearby, but every direction you turn in is still just an endless sea of black. Panicked, your words wisp out of you shakily.

Wha-?..who are you?

I'm Mahito...

The disembodied voice calls out to answer you as he figure slowly emerges from the shroud of darkness ahead of you.

Thanks for making this easy for me.

Why the hell am I here Mahito?

Isn't it obvious? Satoru! He'll come running for you. And when he does well... he's no longer gonna be a problem for us.

Your chains rattle against the reinforcement as you struggle to turn away from the foreign hand now clutching your face in a harsh grip. The entity winks at you. His hand is hot on your face, hotter than it should be. It makes your skin crawl and you flinch away in disgust.

Don't fucking touch me.

His lip draws under his annoyingly perfect teeth, as he looks you over pleased with your choice of costume.

Hah! Quite a mouth you got on you little angel. If only I could get locked in here with you, Im sure I could make a devil outta you.

Tch. Ooh. If only. you snide teasing him with a pathetic pout before you spit right in his beautiful face.

Wait. What did he mean...locked ? As in.. inside?

God-fucking-damnit!

Mahito swings his powder blue locks over his shoulder, breaking into a fit of maniacal laughter. He smears the wad of saliva from his face to lick it from his finger.

Fuck! Satoru's a lucky one.

You seem like you'd be so much fun.

Ah well. I'm sure you would've made a fine plaything. Its a shame I gotta leave you here now.

Too bad. So sad Mahito. Best be on your way, bitch.

Your body trembles, betraying the evil glare you aim in his direction. What he'd said before was beginning to sink in.

Locked in...

Fuck me!!

Mahito comes closer to you, making you flinch away.

I guess you're right. I'm sure he'll be here soon and I'm not trying to fight him...Even I know my limits.

He stoops in front of you, his bicolored irises flashing in delight as he reaches past your ear to play with the hem of your angel wing. Guess this is goodbye pretty one.

With that, retreats. Vanishing into the shadows leaving you stranded in the dreadfully cold loneliness. The accompanying darkness enclosing you doesn't help your nerves much either.

As if things couldn't get any weirder. A faint blue fog appears before you and seemingly moves toward you. It creeps closer and closer. Moving about unnaturally as it does so. A hand made out of bones materializes out of the cloud and then... more and more of them emerge. Entire skeletons. Swarming in around you until youre body is swallowed whole by the vapor.

...

Y/n......

Y/n. Wakeup.

Hmm? God Satoru what?

Baby. Wake up.

Your eyes flick open and you're ready to slap Satoru for waking you up before the sun when you didn't need to be.

But wait! This wasn't youre room, this wasn't even a place. You were as happy to see Satoru as you were horrified to see that you're still tethered to the chains from before.

You found quite a place to try and have a nap. Sweetheart.

You know I wasn't napping Satoru ... Now can you help!! you say yanking the chains.

Tsk tsk tsk. He admonishes with a shake of his head. I won't lie. This sucks

Yea it does. Help me outta these won't you.

Mmmm.

What do you mean mmm?

I mean... I did try and tell you....

You scoff rolling your eyes hating exactly how right he was. He told you. Time and time again. Halloween is the worst time to be out and about as a newly awakened sorcerer.

Ugh okay. Baby you made your point. You gripe putting on your best pout and jangling your chains in his direction. C'mon. Satoru let me outta this.

I don't think I will. Not until you answer me one thing...Why were you out here alone?

Because I wanted to be. I can handle myself just fine, thank you. You say proudly even though you knew that in your current predicament, you looked at least 2 sizes too small to for the big shit you talked.

Oh you can huh? He exclaims bearing a crooked smile down at you. But did you ever happen to stop and consider what I said about Halloween.

No. I didn't. You lie.

Immediately. You're met with a look of disbelief.

You don't huh...?

He cocks his head to the side. Leaning over you to jostle your chains.

... You comfortable like this sweetheart? He says rubbing the side of your face suggestively.

You roll your eyes. You know I'm not.

So then tell me why? You're a fucking danger magnet. It follows you wherever you go. You know and you pull this shit?.

Satoru recalls the moments he spent panicking when he couldn't get a read on your energy. And that was exactly what they had hoped for when they dangled the chance to save you in front of him. For the second time in his life, hes d walked into a trap.

He kneels on the ground in front of you, and arm draped across his thigh, the other caesses the side of your face. Why would you risk it y/n?

You stare back at him, too stunned by the vulnerable look in his eye to keep your attitude. Does it matter?

The hell are you asking me right now? Yeah y/n it matters to me that you put yourself in danger.

Awwww. Satoruuu. Were you worried? You sing songed out, teasing him.

His ears burned red.

Shut it. But yes. Obviously I was Sweetheart.

Fiiiine. Fine. You say giving him a small smile. But for real Satoru...You taking me outta this or not?

He glances up over your head, sizing up the length of your chains. Yeah. I will...Once I figure this out.

What?

Oh yea. Guess it seems this place was designed to keep me from using my abilities. So we're trapped here until the people out side can figure out how to get us out.

You're kidding!

Nope.

Fuck. Your voice shakes as the panicking kicks in. What in the actual fuck am I supposed to do now? You ask when you notice him looking down at you.

But wait Sweetheart. I can't lie. You look good in this position.

Tsk...Boy! Don't start. Baby you have to get me outta this.

What?....I'm allowed. I mean baby, you had me going crazy. And now well...I feel like I need to take advantage of this interesting little situation we find ourselves in. Gimme a moment to appreciate you like this.

You glare at your boyfriend. No way this angel eyed menace meant that.

No you creep. You're crazy Satoru. Cmon.

You're so annoyed with your boyfriend but there a glint in his eye as he's staring down at you in your vulnerable state. The depth of those ocean eyes could drown you a hundred times over and right now there was a storm brewing behind them. He was truly enjoying the sight of you, twisting so feebly as if you really wanted to deny this could and would happen. This situation was completely fucked. Sure. But damnit if it wasn't the stuff good girls who keep their heads stuck in smutty books would cream over.

No...You're not seriously considering....

Why not? Baby you're so fucking hard headed.

You laugh.. Yeah and...?

A hard head will make for a soft ass. Every. Fucking. Time Sweetheart.

Why did that send a sneaky little quiver right to that spot? Oh right, cause no matter how screwed you might be. It'd be worth it to let Satoru have his way with you. His mean side is his sexiest side.

Now you'd pissed him off. Sure. But Satoru figures why fight about it when you could fuck about it.

I like you like this. All that mouth on you. No where to run off to... Shit. Why didn't I think of this?

Your complexion ripens under his gaze. God. You're loving this aren't you?

You have no idea.

He lowers himself to your eye level, giving you that cocky smile of his but his piercing stare emanates something more than just frustration. Could it have been a little bit of relief you saw in his eye?

Before you could figure it out, he kisses you. Long and hard, his hands encompass your face as if he couldn't let you go. Your cheeks burn in the palm of his hands as his tongue rolls around your mouth, the strokes of his tongue resonating between your legs in repeated pangs pleasure. He breaks away, pressing his fore head against yours.

You make me crazy y/n you know that don't you?

But I thought you liked a challenge Satoru?

Fair enough. But... I don't know..

He skims a finger down the front of your blouse before he pulls his eyes back to meet yours.

... There is only so much a man can take sweetheart.

He tears the thin fabric away with ease making you yelp in response. You stomach tightens, flesh bared and prickling with goosebumps.

But...

Shhh now. I think you like making me like this. He quiets you, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

But Satoru I...

Any aht! Say the truth. It's just us here after all.

You're panting heavily staring at him with wide eyes.

Maybe... You hesitate, drawing your eyes to his lips, still rosy and wet from your kiss. Maybe it's fun to ruffle those perfect feathers of yours a little...

Is that right?

You shrug... Guess I can't help myself.

He slowly begins to reach his hand down to your waist, keeping his eyes fixed on yours as he does so.

The clatter of the chains reminds you where you are and for a moment, you question whether you can do this here.

I didn't mean to get snatched though. You call out in a weak attempt to make up for the stress you considered you might've put him through.

No you didn't... But here we are. Guess there's nothing else we can do except maybe this.

He tucks his fingers into the strap of your lingirie and snaps the tight band against your skin. You shiver, rattling the chains again.

Uh...Shouldn't we use our time more productively Satoru?

Yeah, I'm about to...Let me get these off you.

He tears at the suspenders keeping your wings attached and they fall the the ground. He rips open the white lacey bodice, leaving you in nothing but the tight thigh highs and gstring, and matching body harness up top

He's kneels before you, pressing his body between your legs. His palms brush softly up the sides of your thighs as he asserts himself over your body.

He glares down at you, his hand groping at the tented area of his pants.

I think it's time we make up don't you think.

You bring your foot up to his shoulder and nudge him away with a feeble kick. God, I cannot stand you.

I should be saying that to you.

Whatever.

Excuse me?

He leans in to press a kiss to the side of your neck.

Whatever Sat— the sudden use of his tongue in your favorite spot catches you off guard.

... What was that now sweetheart?

He asks boasting a cheeky grin as he continues to kiss his way further down your body.

His lips halt their movement right at your navel, granting you only a single moment of clarity. Your eyes open to see him giving you a dangerous look.

Now about that apology.

Your eyes opened wide. What apology? I've done nothing wrong.

No? He asks now trailing his fingers along the wet edge of your panties.

I am.

Your sure? He says looping his finger around the damp fabric and pulling it to the side.

Yes. I don-- ahhh you cried out tugging against your chains and tossing your head back.

His fingers lazily slip between your folds, effectively putting a stop to the sure tantrum you were about to throw.

He prods your clit with his thumb, biting down on his lip as he regards the pleasure overtaking your features.

I'm listening... He suggests slowly dipping his fingers inside.

Use your words baby. I'm gonna need that apology. C'mon. It's easy. Iiii—

He croons teasingly curling his finger inside and pulsing it right against the spot he knew would have your toes curling in no time.

Your legs squeezed together around his arm making him laugh aloud while adding another finger. He begins to pulse them inside you.

Fuuuck Toru...

Yea I know. Say it baby.

Damnit. He's too good at this.

I'm sorry...fuck baby, right there. You squeel in satisfaction, drool beginning to pool in your mouth as your core twisted tighter.

Hmmm. I'm not convinced.

Why don't you try again?

His fingers are rutting in and out of you.The warm enclosure wrings tight around them until you're spilling forth everything, mewling out how sorry you were.

He sets back onto his legs, looking down appreciatively at his little brat, trussed up and convulsing with pleasure when he gets an idea.

He lifts the hem of his shirt over his head a tosses them to the side. He reaches up somewhere over your head and you feel a yank on the chain. A sudden sound of shrieking metal fills your ears, jarring you back into your body.

Did he just???

Sato-?

You're dragged forward until your wrists are pinned into his chest, leaving you unable to unleash your barrage of verbal assaults at him.

You Fu-— your words are muzzled into his kiss and he groans, tightly grabbing the cusp of your ass in a grip that almost hurt. He punctuates the kiss with a sound smack to your rear.

He unlocks his lips from yours, and pushes against your shoulders, forcing a gasp out from your lips.

Satoru? You begged watching him wind the harsh metal chain around his fist. The metal grated against itself as he clinched it tight, giving the metal a yank until the steel bit down into your flesh.

You say your sorry Sweetheart...? Show me.

He was perfection. His slutty little waistline is accentuated by the way his hip jutted out to the he side. Your eyes dropped to the large print lying across his thigh and as mad as you were, your mouth watered.

He undoes his pants and lets them sag around his waist. He flips his dick out over the top and pumps himself slow.

Get it wet pretty girl... maybe I'll believe you. He says with a flick of your chain.

You bent forward, ass hiked up to his liking so he could palm your cakes like a basketball. You brought the swollen head of his dick between your lips, and moaned over him as his fingertips dug into the right spot of your skin.

Hes impressed his little angel doesn't immediately gag on his cock, hes fascinated even. You're so slutted out for him that you forget that he could've freed you at any moment.

Never mind that youre now trapped in this place with minimal hope of escaping. Your minds put all of that aside to focus on the singular object of your affection and the way he helps you along, hands free, he guides himself in and out of your mouth. Keeping a taut hold on your chain as you bobbed back and forth on your elbows. throating every inch of his cock like a glove.

Are you really sorry ?

Mmnmnnmmmngghgg

Ahh. baby... Teeth!

He shudders feeling your garbled apologies vibrating along the tight corner in the back of your throat where his length was now comfily housed.

Fuck y/n. You can do better than that can't you?

Lemme hear it? You sorry or not?

He's so mean about it. Fuck! it makes you wet. It makes you want to sacrifice your breath just to choke on him more.

His body tenses as all the blood rushes to the same spot. He bucks out of your mouth before he can release into the back of your throat.

You're still not making me think you mean it.

Don't you wanna show me?

I do! I meant it Satoru.

He places his fingers under your chin and presses his thumb against your puffy wet lips.

Yea?

A smile pulls at his lips. He believes you. But hes greedy for more of this. He knew that eventually he could fuck the act right into your hard headed ass.

Mhmmm. Alright. Guess I gotta fuck a proper apology outta you... Don't I?

Turn over!

You're body obeys before you've even registered what's happening. He knees your legs apart, pulling back on the chain to hear the way you yiped out. Somehow he's got you hunched over on your knees, your hands held back by your new leash.

Please Satoru.

Tsk. Oh sweetheart. You know thats not what I wanna hear.

I'm sorry baby...

Your knees are burning from all the time spent on them, but it doesn't matter. Your pussy glistens with your arousal for him and the wet hole is repeatedly clenching in wait. You need him as bad as the air in your lungs, maybe more.

The honored one slaps your ass. hard. The bite brings tears to your eyes.

Ahh. I'm sorry. Satoruu. Fuck.

Manners baby.

SLAP.

Baby I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Ohh god please. I need to feel you.

Your flesh stings with another sound slap to the other side causing a your walls to clench tight around nothing. Fuck! It aches so good that your toes curl.

He could feel the heat emanating from your body. He could even see the heavy glow of pleasure as it surrounds you. Even in this dark dank place youre golden aura shines bright in his all seeing eye.

He aligns himself and pushes a few prepatory nudges inside you. Tensing his jaw, he grumbles through clenched teeth until he's buried the full extent of himself inside you.

You welcome the stretch with a drawled out moan, thank you.

Thats my girl.... Won't save you though.

The emphasis of his words are punctuated with a sharp thrust forward.

Ssss, starting to feel like you sorry angel. Keep it up and maybe I'll let you out of this. He brags yanking back as he brought his hips back against you ass to make you sink your nails into the terrain beneath you.

He moves back and forth. again and again... Each time plunging deeper until you were squirming away. He's so deep you can taste the blisssul release creeping up on you. Its sweeter than nirvana, the feeling of him colliding somewhere inside that makes you forget what you're even sorry for.

He's bullying your cunt with a brutality you've never felt. He's beside himself, watching his cock disappearing inside you again and again. You're unable to flee from the shock as he's tugging on your new chain leash.

I want to protect you.... you need to let me!

Ok. Yes Satoru yes. You're whining, inching yourself forward for a moment of relief. There's just absolutely no way your body can take the pleasure he's forcing upon you.

Awww baby, quit your running. You wanted this didn't you? You like to ruffle these perfect feathers? Thats what you said right?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you wail, twitching pathetically as he draws back and returns with a resounding pound that all but knocks your lights out. You're blissfully cock drunk, the wetness leaking down out over the base of his cock.

It's like he's saying it over and over and over.

...love... you...

... protect.... you.

You can't move, you can't think, you can only feel him fucking his frustration right into you.

Let me... baby....Am I understood?

Yes Satoru. Yes.

Lemmie hear you! Say it again!

Satoru—- Please... Ohhh I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, you scream out letting that dick turn you into groveling mess.

Satorus entire body quivers at the sight of your ass clapping against his skin as he picks up the pace.

Are you? I cant hear you.?

Say that shit like you mean it!.... Say it!

He's being mean and he knows it. But he needs you weak. He needs you broken. He needs you to quit putting yourself in harms way because he wouldn't know what to do without you.

everything you put him through resonates with the pleasure hes giving. You're right where he wants you, so his palm slaps harshly across your ass, his continued unmerciful thrusts knocking loose every screw in your brain.

Baby I am. I swear. Im so so so so sorry!

He yanks, dragging you back against him hard. He traps your arms in a tight lock behind your back and slowly rolls his hips to etch himself deeper. Imprisoning you in his arms, he growls lowly in your ear.

I don't believe you.

He forces you back over, this time pushing your chest to the floor. You're vibrating on the brink of an insidious rapture. Skin clapping against skin. Him tuggeong on your leash to to keep that arch the way he likes it. His pace is unrelenting. Like he was dead set on making you feel how crazy you made him.

You beg and you beg feeling the sloppy trails of arousal leak down the inside of your thighs. You'll say anything, do anything, BE anything for him. He has to know that. But still, he's unrelenting.

What's left of your voice creaks out in a whine.

So so so so sorry daddyyyy ohhhhh.

The moniker spills from your lips making him jolt with pleasure, spilling all kinds of his honored elixir into your trembling mess of a cunt. You're so full of him that your entire body spasms.

Daddy huh?

He likes it. It has a ring to he didn't know he needed to hear. Your clenched so tight he cant pull out. Fresh hot tears are running down your face and you look over your shoulder too distraught with your shattering to even speak to him.

He's gasping for the breath he takes. Beyond satisfied with your apologyas he blinks away the stars in his eyes. a wicked grin stretches across his lips when he sees the tears streaming down your face...

Wait!!. he chuckles, curling a portion of the the chain around either of his hands. He snaps the links and pulls your pleasure riddled body to him.

He clutches your chin between his fingers, and grins.

You cryin'??

@littlemochabunni @ryomens-vixen @biscuitsngravie @crescentmoontsuki @blkkizzat @thecookiebratz @residentfromnowhere @i-literally-cant-with-this @arlerts-angel

#smut oneshot #smutxanime honeeslust #blackgirlswhowriteanimesmut #jjk season 2 #jjiscenes #gojo satoru x you #satoruxblackreader #satoru x reader #you cryin?

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agried · 2 months

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HiMERU - Haunting Midnight Wings

Have you heard of the abandoned mansion that no one, not even the king, dares to touch? The rumor is that once, long ago, there were five noble houses united under the crown. From the beginning, the fifth house was already small, but when their numbers began to dwindle further, the other nobles saw an opportunity. At midnight, their hired assassins slaughted the mansion's inhabitants. Not even the young master's butler was spared, killed while spiriting the boy away. When the bodies were counted, however, the young heir was nowhere to be found. And ever since that night, those foolish enough to intrude have found themselves tormented by will-o-the-wisps, glowing yellow eyes, and echoing chimes. "How rude of them to leave so quickly. HiMERU was simply reminding them of dinnertime. "Oh? You, however, seem quite unafraid. In that case, perhaps you'd like to stay a while?"

this was a fanmade outfit for @ensemblelive's vtuber au! design notes, commentary, and front view fullbody under the cut.

oh, this was so difficult. i'm a ghost enthusiast, so i was struck by the thought of making a ghost outfit/alternate lore for himeru. but i don't draw often— i'm mostly a writer. i'm not great at art, and when i do draw, i usually have to simplify complicated designs. i was now Making a complicated design. you see the problem.

anyway, i guess it mostly worked out. at least it wasn't genshin level of complicated. sorry to everyone who had to hear me talk nonstop about it for three days though.

designwise, himeru's outfits mostly fall into two extremes: entirely covered or chest window. since the base design chose one, i chose the other!

this design is primarily a mix of xxveil, romantic?date, and lucky scramble outfits. however, the ribbon detailing is from fs1. the tall boots also take inspiration from it too. the only things i kept from fs2 was the chain pattern and the sleeve ribbons… since these outfits are so formal, i had to lean into it and go for a butler theme alongside the initial ghost theme (i'm sorry yuzuru, it just fit too well).

lucky scramble also gave me another theme, which is butterflies! since butterflies have been symbols of the soul and omens of death, i thought it'd mesh perfectly. this is why the tailcoat somewhat resembles wings, and the inside lining is so brilliantly colored. there's also butterfly detailing on the back, the lapels, and the bolo tie.

because of these additional themes, despite "ghost" being the base of the design, i had trouble implementing something recognizable. eventually i decided to incorporate it into the hair and certain details (watch out wataru, himeru can have gravity-defying hair too!).

anyway, this was fun. i wasn't expecting to spend this much time on this, so i think if i do this again it'll be for the rest of my favorites whose original concepts interest me. (please spare me and don't release anyone else from alkakurei in the next week… /joking)

if anyone's interested in the design, do feel free to draw it, but please tag me if you do, i'd love to see it!

#enstars #himeru #agried arts #god i never expected to be posting artwork here but i guess it happened lol

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sephirthoughts · 13 days

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ok i got that nasty one out of my system here’s the nice one

Vincent Got a Phone

[but to the tune of Janie's Got a Gun you're welcome]

WARNINGS: none yet but we’ll get there keep your pants on (for now)

INFO: CID/VINCENT, BBFs vincent & aerith it makes sense i swear, background sefikura, fluff, eventual smut, humor, no angst just idiot-related shenanigans

SYNOPSIS: Vincent had a crush, then he got a phone, which has started him down a road toward genuine human connection that he is in no way prepared for. Aerith, his self-appointed friend and wingman (who may not be nearly as sweet and innocent as one would think, based on the dresses and flowers), is determined to steer her favorite ship on the right course!

Chapter 1: The Friend-ship Sails!

BIGDICKDADDY: hello everyone. i bought a phone.

SolidStrife: sephiroth?

SolidStrife: typo oops

SolidStrife: i mean who the fuck is this

.*��｡ﾟ☆Ti-chan☆｡ﾟ･*. : yeah how did you get our group chat ID creep! >:C

BIGDICKDADDY: this is vincent valentine.

SolidStrife: ...

SolidStrife: quick question

BIGDICKDADDY: cid chose this name for me. i don’t know how to change it.

TheChief: hahaha it’s a real good one why would you change it

✿FlowerGal✿: i thought Dick was short for Richard? shouldn’t it be Big Vince Daddy?

.*･｡ﾟ☆Ti-chan☆｡ﾟ･*. : oh honey

✿FlowerGal✿: or Big Vic Daddy? that works too.

SolidStrife: but the daddy part is ok with you

YiffYuff: i think it’s a funny name lol

SolidStrife: you would

YiffYuff: wtf what is that supposed to mean

SolidStrife: it means i know what your username means

YiffYuff: ????

VValentine: nevermind. cait sith showed me how to do it.

TheChief: aw boo y’all are no fun

TheChief: damn robot cats these days

✿FlowerGal✿: I’m really glad you got a phone, Mr. Valentine! Now we can all talk to you and you won’t miss anything! :-D

[VValentine has left the chat]

.*･｡ﾟ☆Ti-chan☆｡ﾟ･*. : wow rude

SolidStrife: he lasted longer than i expected

YiffYuff: what does my username mean!!

YiffYuff: what the hell are you talking about!!!

YiffYuff: CLOUD!!!!

SolidStrife: why don’t you ask cait sith

Vincent had a phone, now. That was…good. A phone was a thing one used to communicate with other people. It was a step toward humanity. Toward the light. Out of the abyss.

Only, he found himself reflexively wanting to retreat back to the safety of his coffin. After all, was taking such a step even allowed, for him? Was this not just collecting another sin with which to freight his soul and trouble his sleep?

But…when sin felt so much like sunshine on your skin, when it was blue and brilliant gold, so vivid you could almost taste the colors—when sin was a wisp of that heartbreaking warmth, so desperately craved during those long, cold, solitary years in the dark…how was one meant to choose atonement?

He would never try to touch the sky, he reasoned. He would only slip out of the shadows and stand in the sunlight for a little while, to quietly absorb some of its warmth, before he sank back into the eternal darkness. Even such a creature as himself yearned for some small comfort, after all.

A soft voice broke in, drawing him from his ruminations. “Um. Mr. Valentine? Are you coming to dinner?”

It was the lighter haired girl. Aerith Gainsborough. And she looked like she was cautiously approaching a rabid dog.

Vincent suppressed a sigh and withdrew deeper into his cloak, in order to appear less threatening. He couldn’t tell from her expression whether or not it was working. But all he had to do was politely decline, and she would go away.

“No, thank—”

“Hey, Vinnie! Vin!” Cid called out, just then, from ten meters behind her, where the rest of them were gathering. “We’re goin’ to eat, you comin’?”

“Yes, thank you,” Vincent said to the girl, as he pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on, and strode away toward the group.

Aerith paused for a moment, with an unreadable look on her face, before she trotted after him.

“Did you not like your food, Cloud?” Tifa was asking, as the party exited the restaurant, a couple of hours later.

“Huh? Food?” Cloud said distractedly. “Oh. It was fine.”

“Do you even know what you ate?” Yuffie retorted. “You were staring at your phone the entire time.”

“I wasn’t staring at my—” Cloud pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped the screen a few times. “I gotta go. I’ll be back…later.”

“Where are you going? Cloud!” Tifa shouted after him, as he hurried away down the street. Annoyed with the young man’s wayward behavior, she naturally turned to her friend, for support. “Can you believe how rude he’s being? What is going on with him?”

Aerith was looking the other direction, however, apparently engrossed in something else. “Hm? Oh, yeah. Totally. What a jerk.”

“You weren’t even listening!” Tifa said, stamping her foot. “Why is everyone acting like this tonight?”

“You mean, why’s no one paying attention to the princess?” Yuffie smirked.

Tifa scowled. “Shut it, brat. Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

Yuffie rolled her eyes. “Don’t you know frowning gives you wrinkles?”

“Oh, ho ho! Did you guys see that?!” Aerith exclaimed, startling them both.

“See what?” they replied, nearly in unison.

“Mr. Valentine just yawned, and exactly ten seconds later, Mr. Highwind said he was tired and wanted to head back!” She gave a delighted little giggle and then squealed, clutching her phone to her chest, like a teddy bear.

Yuffie and Tifa looked at each other, then back at her, with expressions one might adopt when addressing a mental patient.

“Mr. Valentine yawns all the time, Aeri-chan,” Tifa pointed out.

“Yeah, what’s so interesting about old men being tired?” Yuffie scoffed. “They both fell asleep in the theater, the other night, and you weren’t wetting your pants about that.”

Tifa made a face. “You want to rethink that phrasing, maybe?”

“Hehehe it’s nothing, nothing at all. You wouldn’t understand,” Aerith gloated, while rapidly typing something on her phone. She hit what must have been the ‘send’ button, with an air of triumph, then finally looked up. “Hey…where did Cloud go?”

Over the next several days, Vincent began to get a feeling that he was being watched. He had this feeling because he was definitely being watched. By the Gainsborough girl, of all people. She seemed to have taken an unusual interest in his activities, and had been surreptitiously observing him, at random intervals throughout each day.

He was aware of it pretty much immediately, due to his high level of training and artificially heightened senses, and also the fact that she was really bad at spying. Like, he literally saw her ducking behind a trash can, once. Whoever among their enemies had got to her, they obviously hadn’t given her much in the way of instruction, before they sent her to work. Maybe it was a blackmail job.

Either way, if she was under hostile influence, she was now a threat to the group, and it was his duty to get to the bottom of it. It’d be better not to alert the others, yet, in case anyone else was compromised, so he’d be going this one alone. Besides, it wasn’t as if he needed help handling one little teenaged girl.

That night, after supper, he took a walk around the general area of the group’s rooms, making sure he was clearly seen, then faded into the shadows, to lie in wait for the spy. Three minutes and seventeen seconds later, he heard stealthy footsteps coming down the walk.

Tch. Amateur. She didn’t disguise her gait, control her breathing, or even try to mask her scent. When she passed the dark space between the buildings, she was playing with her phone, pretending to be looking at it, but glancing stealthily about, obviously looking for her target.

In less time than it takes for a human heart to beat once, a whirl of crimson whipped out of the narrow alley, silently engulfed the young woman, and vanished. Behind the building, in the deep shadows, Aerith suddenly found herself pinned against a brick wall, with the big triple-barrel of Cerberus pressed to her throat.

“Scream and it will be the last sound you make in this life,” Vincent said, in a low, menacing snarl (which was just his usual voice but slightly quieter). “Who are you working for?”

“Mr. Valentine?” Aerith replied, in a normal, conversational tone, looking at his face, rather than the gun, for which he had to inwardly applaud her cool-headedness under duress. “What are you doing lurking around in the alley?”

The hammer clicked back. “A name, Ms. Gainsborough. Or I paint this wall with your—”

“Oh, please, you’re not going to kill me,” she laughed (Actually laughed! At him!!). “If you were, you’d have cut my throat or strangled me right away, instead of trying to scare me with your very loud gun, with all our friends right within hearing distance.”

He wrapped his other hand around her neck and holstered the weapon. “You’re right. There are plenty of ways to kill you quietly. Answer the question. Who are you working for? How did they get to you? Are they blackmailing you? Holding someone hostage? If so, why did you not come to us for help, rather than betray us?”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” She eyed him doubtfully. “Are you…feeling ok, Mr. Valentine?”

“I am never feeling ok. That is beside the point. You have been following me and spying on me, for five days. You appear to be recording my movements and reporting them to someone. I also saw you take several photographs of me and Cid Highwind, when you believed yourself to be unobserved.”

Her eyes went wide. “Eh? You saw tha—I mean, I have no idea what you mean! You have no right to interrogate me! I want a lawyer!”

“A lawyer? I am not with the police, Ms. Gainsborough. In case you forgot…I’m a monster.” As he said this, he leaned closer, baring his sharp canine teeth, and letting his irises flash brilliant crimson-gold, in the darkness of the alleyway.

“Ooh, that was so cool!” Aerith breathed. “Wow, you’re really sexy, Mr. Valentine.”

Vincent choked and actually took a step back, letting go of her neck, from sheer astonishment. “What are you—that’s not—how can a nice young lady like yourself use such a word, so casually!”

“What, sexy? You really have been living in a coffin, haven’t you. Times have changed. Nice young ladies like me can say and think and do whatever we want. That includes thinking you’re sexy and telling you so. Not that I’m into you! Even if I swung that way, you’re like a million years too old for me, yuck.”

When she said that last bit, she laughed and stuck her tongue out, with a little shudder of disgust, to which Vincent took great umbrage. He was old, sure, but he didn’t look old. He looked pretty good, he thought. Anyway, he definitely wasn’t worthy of a shudder.

Also, how did this tiny girl flip the situation around on him, so fast! Saying all these bizarre things and confusing him! On top of that, she wasn’t even a little bit scared of him! That hurt his pride even more than the shudder, and he became morose.

“As I was saying, you’ve got the situation all wrong,” Aerith informed him, flipping her braid over her shoulder. “I mean, yeah…maybe I was spying on you a little. But that was for my own reasons. No one got to me and I’m not betraying anyone. I’m actually your ally, here. Maybe the only one you have.”

Vincent was hiding in his collar, with his arms crossed sullenly, glowering down at her from the shadow of his black bangs. “What nonsense are you talking? What do you mean, ally?”

“Let’s just say, I represent a certain community, of very devoted, extremely supportive enthusiasts, who take a special interest in…gentlemen such as yourself.”

This was definitely some kind of trick, to trip him up, but he couldn’t see the hook yet. Better play along, for now. “Such as myself, in what way?”

“Gentlemen who, you know,” she winked suggestively, which nearly sent him stumbling back another step, “prefer the company of other gentlemen.”

“I prefer no one’s company,” he growled. “Try again.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Not even…Mr. Highwind’s?”

What the hellfire? What did she know?? Would he have to kill her, after all?!

“I can tell by the look on your…forehead, that you know what I’m talking about,” the infuriating and deeply bewildering young woman continued. “It’s also clear from my observations, that no one else knows. And that, if it’s left up to you, he never will. That is where your dearly devoted fujoshi sisters come in.”

This was obviously an attempt to baffle him with more gibberish. Vincent’s hand was already on Cerberus’ stock again. “You’re stalling. So, you have backup coming. You think they can kill me, before I kill you?”

“Seriously, tone down the drama, Mr. Valentine. I’m trying to tell you I want to help you. Look, I’ll show you.” She pulled her phone out and held it up so he could look at the screen. “This is our server. These are all sisters—that’s what we call our members. Each channel is devoted to a different ship, but we encourage multi-shipping and no ship hate is allowed, whatsoever.”

“Channel? Ship? You like…nautical engineering?” Vincent attempted, utterly at a loss.

“Ship is short for relationship. The Fujo-Friends server is dedicated to fanship of the MLM variety.”

He blinked stupidly at the screen, as she scrolled through what she called a channel. It looked like a group chat, sort of like the one their party used on the phone, but it was made up of far more participants.

They all had little cartoon avatars, and inexplicable names, like ‘Mrs. Genesis’ and ‘disco slut kadaj’ and ‘sefikurafan’ and ‘rudeXlovesXreno’, and even a ‘Sephiroth’s Daddy’ which he did not like, at all. Messages were popping up, constantly, and they seemed to be talking about…

Vincent’s head spun, and he had to lean on the wall, to catch his breath. He had literally never seen so many euphemisms for that crucial part of the male anatomy, in his life. He didn't even know most of them, before.

How…how could all of those people talk so openly about these things? How could they all care enough about total strangers, to say so many weird and perverse (and also a lot of very sweet and supportive) things, about them? How could they know so much more about that kind of thing than he did?!

He passed a hand over his brow. “You, and all these other women…you talk about men, having…sexual relationships, with other men? Why?”

“Oh, it’s not just women,” Aerith chirped. “We welcome sisters of all genders. Why do we do it? For a ton of reasons. Mostly because it’s fun, but honestly, a lot of us are just sick of the heteronormative status-quo getting pushed on us in every form of media, and want to imagine more people in happy, queer relationships. I mean, there are toxic ships, too, but those are strictly for the sake of hotness. We don’t condone any abusive or unhealthy relationships, IRL.”

Vincent shook his head helplessly. “I—I don’t know what any of those words mean.”

“It’s ok, that’s why I offered to help you. You don’t seem to know what you’re doing in that area. Like, at all.”

“What I’m doing in which area?”

“Well…you like Mr. Highwind, right?”

“If you already know, why do you keep asking,” Vincent returned crossly.

“Good! The first step is talking about your crush to a trusted friend,” Aerith encouraged.

“Who said you were a trusted—”

“As for the other steps, a socially challenged but otherwise high-spec man, like you, is just the kind of person who could benefit from the sisters’ help! Don’t worry, I won’t put you on the server, or anything. Unless you want me to.” Vincent’s glare intensified. “Ok, I’ll take that as a no. What I can do for you, is act as your relationship consultant. With the input of the sisters, of course. The Fujo-Friends will help you make a plan to get your man!”

Vincent nodded. “I’m leaving. Goodnight.”

“No, no, wait!” Aerith said, stepping hastily in front of him. “Just hear me out, ok? I know this all probably seems ridiculous to you, but…I can’t stand seeing you so sad, Mr. Valentine. You’re a good person, and you’ve survived through so much. You deserve happiness. You deserve love. And I deserve to see you and Mr. Highwind together.”

“A good person.” His lip curled in a sneer, which was totally lost on Aerith, as it did so behind his collar. “What could possibly have lead you to believe that about me? Do good people live in coffins in the basements of disused bioengineering facilities?”

“They do if they’re trying to protect other people from something. I know your story. What happened to you. And I know all you’ve done is help people, since you went underground. You’re even helping us, now. So…let me help you, a little. Consider it a thank you, for being on the team.”

Vincent withdrew gloomily into his cloak again (like a turtle retracting into its shell, which was far more adorable than he realized or he’d never do it again), and said nothing. But he didn’t say no. The moment he failed to say no, he handed Aerith the reins.

“Great! So excited to get started!” She clapped her hands delightedly and bounced up and down, like a child. “I'll message you tomorrow morning, with the details!”

Vincent sighed heavily. “Alright.”

He was still in a daze, musing on how he’d even gotten into this mess, when he found himself back in his room. It was…something of a relief, to be honest. He had no idea how to ask for help and wouldn’t have accepted it, if it was offered.

But if it was urgently pressed upon him, what choice did he have? He couldn’t hurt Ms. Gainsborough’s feelings, after she’d been so kind as to reach out to him. Aside from Cid, she was the first one in the group to speak directly to him, excluding strictly necessary communication.

Also, he had a sneaking suspicion that this small girl could be scarier than Sephiroth, if she took a mind to, and he had no desire to find out if he was correct.

link to it on my ao3 just in case you want to leave me a nice comment. or a mean one fuck it bring it on

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under-the-cherrytree · 2 years

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Can I request a tsukasa, hanako x reader where they found out reader is a grim reaper who kills apparations and tried to kill them the first time tehy met who didn't make it to the afterlife basically reader is a exorcist but with a scythe has only 4 hours of sleep a day and has eyebags (but still look pretty cute and sexy😳) btw the apparitions were the first to fall in love with reader (not HC pls)

Tsukasa and Hanako with a grim reaper s/o❣︎

Warnings: fighting, attempted murder, death, a tad bit of gore

A/n: hello hello!!!

I hope this came out the way you wanted!!

Also i really hate Tsukasa’s oneshot but I’m too tired rn-

This is a really cool idea!!! Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy it!

Have a great day or night!

Tsukasa hummed as he floated down the hallways, a brought smile on his face. He just left Natsuhiko’s classroom after annoying him so much he made a scene in front of the class. He was very amused, laughing just at the thought of his reaction in front of the whole class.

His eyes opened when he felt a creepy presence watching him. He turned around but saw no one, soon shrugging it off. He continued to float down the hallway looking for Sakura's classroom. He still felt the weird presence but he didn’t care too much about it. Soon he was grabbed by his collar and pushed against the wall, a sharp object against his neck.

“Tsukasa Yugi. The younger brother of the seventh of the seven wonders. You terrible spirit…!” You held back your shouts as you pushed your scythe further into his neck, drawing some blood. Tsukasa only looked at you in shock and examined your appearance. You had a dark outfit that slightly covered your face that looked rather ill. You looked like you haven’t slept in a while, eye bags under your eyes and your skin pale and cold to touch.

“You're the grim reaper aren't you!” Tsukasa smiled, unfazed that he was at a disadvantage. “Your rumor has been getting quite popular lately… do you like the adjustments I made to it~” He teased with a smirk which pissed you off.

“Shut up! How dare you mess with my rumor and change it however you want! I should kill you right now!!” You finally started shouting, rage getting to you.

“But that would be no fun now, would it~?” He gripped your scythe. “Don’t you want to make me suffer?!” It was like he was challenging you. Telling you what you wanted but gaining the upper hand at the same time. However, you wouldn’t let him do that.

“Shut the fuck up you horrid spirit!” You shouted “I’ll make you pay for what you did to my rumor!” He hummed in response, waiting no time to grab the back of your head and slam you against the wall. He held your face against the wall, pressing his body on yours so you would have a harder time moving. His other hand gripped your wrist tightly, causing a bruise to form on your hand and the scythe to fall out of it.

“You already know quite a bit about me… it's only fair if I know more about you~” Tsukasa whispered in your ear “Tell me, what's your name~?”

You bit your bottom lip, stepping on his foot hard enough for him to step back due to the pain. You took this chance to grab your scythe but when you turned to where it dropped it was gone. You turned back to Tsukasa and his wisps brought him your own weapon.

“Wow… this is a cool weapon! But you never answered my question, what's your name?” He held the scythe in his hands and smiled at you.

“Shut up!!” You ran to him, attempting to fight him without a weapon. Tsukasa soon appeared behind you and used your own weapon to impale you. You fell to the ground, blood rushing from your wound.

You felt yourself start to cry as you felt defeated. You started this fight to get revenge but now he is about to kill you. It was humiliating.

“Hey…” He walked in front of you, kneeling down so he faced you “What’s your name?”

“Drop dead… piece of trash.” You gritted your teeth and Tsukasa sighed. He stood up and you thought he was going to finish you off but instead he just picked you up bridal style.

“W-what are you doing-?!” You looked at him in shock.

“Your chest is bleeding, you have a bruise on your wrist, and your head is starting to bleed. I’m going to bandage you up silly!” He floated to an empty classroom, playing you down on one of the desks.

“Seriously…? You just tried to kill me now you are bandaging me up?” You looked at him with a blank face which caused him to laugh.

“I didn't want to try and kill you but you were very stubborn! I had to get you to stop somehow! Besides, you haven’t even told me your name yet~!” He grabbed the emergency kit, awaiting your answer.

“I’m y/n…” You grumbled “Y/n L/n..”

“Oh! Are you from the L/n exorcist clan~?” He started to bandage your wrist, an amused look on his face.

“I am actually…” you rolled your eyes

“And how did you get like this~?”

“My death is none of your concern!” You said a bit irritated.

“I was just curious…” Tsukasa pouted as he started to bandage your chest that was stabbed.

“Even though I’m dead, I will kill evil spirits… evil spirits that change other peoples rumors without asking!” You gave him an angry expression but he only laughed, finding it cute.

“If I change your rumor… will you not hate me anymore~?” He starts to bandage your head.

“Change my rumor… will you change my rumor back?!” You sounded a bit joyful when you asked.

“I will! But… I do want something in return~?” He turned to face you.

“And what will that be..?”

“I want to know more about you!” He smiled innocently as he held your hands in his “I want to hang out with you!! You are very interesting~”

“Oh… thanks…?” You questioned, wondering if his words were a compliment or not.

“Also I’m done bandaging you!!” You clapped his hands together. You looked down at your wounds and looked at him shocked when you saw what a poor job he's done. But you brushed it off. You didn’t mind, they would heal anyways, you were a ghost after all. You took in this moment, his hands holding yours as he smiled at you. Something about it just felt right to you.

Your presence felt right to him, and his to yours.

Hanako sat in his bathroom waiting for classes to be over. He was getting quite bored being alone, wanting Yashiro and Kou to get out of their classes as quickly as possible and clean the bathroom. The two always hated the activity but he always enjoyed their company and their whining.

He felt a weird presence form, causing him to turn from the windowsill to the bathroom entrance. A black smoke appeared which soon turned into a person. He grabbed his knife out of his uniform, standing up as he prepared for a fight if needed. Your figure soon came to view as you watched him, glaring at him in a way. You dressed in dark clothing and your skin looked pale. You had dark bags under your eyes, your expression looked exhausted but angry.

“Number seven of the seven mysteries.” You faced your scythe to him “I am here to erase your existence.” Instead of getting a scared reaction from the boy, he only smiles in amusement.

“You are here to erase my existence?” He questioned “Well I’m sorry to burst your bubble but I can’t leave, at least not right now, so I suggest you reconsider!”

“Quite! You can either let me get rid of you and get this over with, or I will take you out by force.”

“Ooo!! Someone is passionate about this! Just try it~” He held his knife up, letting you take the first move. You ran over to him, trying to graze his neck with your scythe but he quickly dodged out of the way, not attacking you back. You ran to him again, trying to hit him but failed. You continued to try and hit him over and over again but he just dodged. He didn’t fight you back but just looked at you amused as he dodged your attacks.

You felt your blood boil as you decided to teleport behind him, kicking him down to the ground and slamming your scythe right above his shoulder.

“Oh wow!!” He looked impressed. It irritated him how he acted like you weren’t a big threat to him.

“Why aren’t you fighting back!” You shouted at him.

“Well, I don’t see much of a need to fight you! Besides, you look exhausted! You look like you could pass out any minute!!” His voice held a bit of concern.

“Shut up and just fight back, you coward!!”

“Oh…” His smile faded as his eyes turned red “alrighty then” He kicked you off of him, causing you to fly back into one of the stalls. He grabbed your collar, pushing you up against the wall as he put his knife to your neck.

“Not so confident now, huh~” He whispered to you with a smirk. You wanted to hit him but he had the advantage, and you couldn’t reach your scythe. You glared at him, biting your bottom lip bitterly. You didn’t know that a small school wonder could have so much power.

You felt his knife lower from your neck and he opened his mouth to say something but you didn’t wait time to push him away, grabbing your scythe. You soon vanished, leaving no trace behind when you left. Hanako turned to where you vanished, amused by this.

“I need to look more into them~”

A few days passed and you were sitting on the school rooftop. You felt your eyes close slowly, starting to fall asleep but you tried to fight the erg to sleep. You needed to be focused and prepared, you couldn’t sleep now. You felt a presence sit next to you then someone pushed your head onto their lap. You tried to sit up, shocked and not knowing who this person is.

“Relax!! It’s only me~” You recognized that voice to be honorable number seven “You look tired, you should rest!”

“So you can kill me while I sleep… no way.” You squirmed a bit but he had a strong grip on you.

“I wouldn’t want to kill you! I only just met you and I don’t have a reason to kill you” He informs you, his voice soft as he stroked your hair.

“You can trust me and rest, I promise I won't hurt you” You huffed in response. As he stroked your hair and hummed a lovely toon, you couldn’t help but doze off. His voice was so relaxing to listen to.

He couldn’t help but blush seeing your sleeping figure, finding you rather adorable. You were so vulnerable and innocent, it was such a pure moment for him.

A moment he will cherish

Tagging~ @alicetordmikey @cobertoravermelhado @sleepless-simp @hanako-san @bladethrowsshade @old-poptart @kaz6lvr

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ghoodles · 3 months

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Fuck it more ghoul rambles!!

So,

Ive been a bit hyperfixated on Quintessence ghouls as of late, so ive kind of developed them more in my head (Id have to say that Quint, Earth, and Multi are my most developed types of ghouls..)

So, i wanted to essentially go into more of quintessence ghoul's abilities (for my headcanons) and sort of list them all!

So, a bit of background!

Quintessence was believed to be the 5th element back when people believed that Water, Earth, Fire, and Air were the elements.

Quintessence was the percieved element that made up the stars and other planets, and is apart of everything.

They had believed that if this element was harnessed whilst being isolated, it could cure any type of ailment.

So, our first ability, is the ability to heal. Heal, not resurrect. (Omega had a hard time with that fact :3)

This is really the only power they have that's physical.

Of course, they can shapeshift, but that's because they arent exactly.. solid. Most quintessence ghouls are more or less just bundles of space matter. These types of ghouls dont come from the pits, but in fact a space outside.

You can see 'younger' (as they dont have a physical form until summoned) quintessence ghouls or newly transitioned ones have little wisps of their own matter appearing off of them. (Like this!)

[Yes i did draw this, i was just too lazy to export]

This can also occur within older quints too, but its more or less when upset or in other circumstances.

With the not-so-solid matter they're made up of (.. Idk how to explain it) they can also sort of.. phase through things? They just. cant go through salt..

However, most of their magic comes mentally. They're much more able to sense distress, fear, all of that. They are also able to, essentially, force their way into someone's mind.

... They dont typically do so outside of hunting.

Speaking of that, hunting is different for quintessence ghouls. They have no need for it, actually, they just do so for fun.

It starts with selecting a target, and, well.. They wont know.

They wont know until they make themselves known. They drive people crazy, it goes into like.. analog-esque horror with them...? If that makes sense.

Tldr: a list of quintessence abilities!

Healing

Shapeshifting

Phasing

Hyper-empathy

Mind reading

Telepathy

And.. maybe more?

Yeah.. They're kinda op but put salt down and you're good lol

#inkdrambles #nameless ghoul #nameless ghoul headcanons #omega ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #aether ghoul #quintessence ghoul #firm headcanon that since ghouls are demons they cant exactly uh #be around salt #like #they can eat things with it #but if someone spills salt its essentially like putting an invisible barrier for them #not even quint ghouls can get past it #tldr #if ya dont want ghouls #use salt :3

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laffiteslanding · 1 year

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The Pixar Park Pitch

In response to the question about a Pixar park going around, I agree that as a brand its fairly disparate now in its catalogue and themes, but I also think that if you play around with its concepts a bit you could come up with some fun ideas.

If I were creating a Pixar park, I’d actually start by dropping the Pixar name and overall theme to instead focus the park around the theme of family. There’s plenty of Pixar properties that use this motif so there would be plenty of IPs to draw from.

Next, I’d create a hub land with a similar layout to the one Universal is creating for Epic Universe. Supposedly Uni has a large space-themed hub with different “portals” leading to each land. For Pixar, I’d theme this hub area to Monsters Inc. This hub area would be largely if not entirely indoors/under cover, and take inspiration from the film’s scream and laugh factory. There would be several attractions, shops, dining options, and character spots spaced throughout the area. As we explore the hub land, we learn about the park’s backstory, indicating that the monsters’ door tech is glitching and opening up portals to places no one has ever seen before, and they’re not sure why. We are invited to investigate these newly opened realms to discover the answer for ourselves.

These glitchy doors that we can enter lead to the realms of Coco, The Incredibles, Onward, Turning Red, Soul, Brave, Inside Out, and Wall-E. Note that each of these films are quite underutilized in current Disney parks, and IP such as Toy Story, Cars, Ratatouille, and Finding Nemo aren’t present as they already have dedicated areas in existing parks.

Each land would then focus on their respective film’s world building to create really engaging and unique environments to explore. Additionally, each land would have a variety of attractions to appeal to family members of all ages. The Soul land, for example, would feature a sensory garden based on The Great Before for young children, as well as a jazz club for older audiences. Each area would have its own pace and thrill level to make each one feel unique and worth visiting for guests. The Incredibles area could be very thrilling and action packed, while Brave might be more exploratory with the Will o’ Wisps. I haven’t sorted attractions at the moment but rest assured there would be a healthy mix of dark rides, thrill rides, shows, play areas, and more.

Importantly, each of these lands would play into the larger theme of family in various ways, and explore beyond the scope of the films where suitable to enhance this theme. Inside Out might look at family through a more personal lens, while Turning Red might look at found family and Wall-E at how humanity and even nature is our family, too.

In the evening, a large nighttime spectacular would take place at the end of the hub area in an external stadium similar to Hollywood Studios’ Fantasmic! setup. The World of Color like-show would be hosted by Mike, Sully, and Boo and feature projected scenes from Pixar’s stories interspersed with on-ride pictures of families having fun on attractions throughout the park that day. Guests and monsters alike would realize that the doors have been glitching to help teach us the importance of family, no matter what it looks like or where we come from.

And that’s it! Let me know if you have any thoughts on the idea. I’d love to hear them!

#Pixar park #disney #disneyland #walt disney world #Pixar #theme park #monsters inc #coco #soul #turning red #the Incredibles #wall e #brave #onward #inside out #armchair imagineering

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true-blue-sonic · 9 months

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👽😳🫡

👽 Favorite Wisp?

The Black Wisp's music absolutely slaps with its strange yet funky cowboy-like vibes, so that one! Control-wise, assuming you start it up in a correct spot, the Cyan Wisp is quite easy to get you from one place to the next. And I think the Magenta Wisp looks cutest!

😳 Hottest Sonic Take?

I think I had one yesterday, wherein I stated that the way IDW suddenly retconned Silver's time travel to him being unable to control it makes no sense and does Silver's character a disservice. I think I can make it even hotter by adding that in my opinion, they should not have included any mention towards it at all if they themselves either did not get any information on how it works, or did get information but were not allowed to explicitly dive into the details around it. Because now it directly contradicts everything we've known since Silver got introduced (namely that he can control his time travel), but in a way that leaves too much unanswered and simply is too random and contrarian for it to make sense. I believe that when faced with such a situation, it's best to just not draw attention to it at all then.

🫡 Coldest Sonic Take?

wait what is the difference between a hot take and a cold take

The internet gives no answers to this, so I guess I'll just throw in another take and then see if it's received hot or cold? Anyway, I am of the opinion that the Freedom Fighters should not return to any Sonic media. They've ran their course for over two decades, and to me, they are simply not interesting, fun, or in any way engaging. It does not help that just about everything I've seen of pre-reboot Archie especially is one giant clusterfuck, with every new plot more weird or just plain stupid than the last (with Microwaved Knuckles who dies and becomes Green God for a while and Titan Tails at the forefront of my mind when I say that). And the game characters just kind of... seemed to be getting the shaft in favour of the original Archie and the SatAM characters? I can imagine that people who really grew up with Archie and SatAM might be feeling much more fondly towards the Freedom Fighters, but I did not (both since it was before my time and since here in the Netherlands it is all but impossible to access physical copies of Archie and IDW Sonic comics), and thus for me there is no reason to want to have them around, to say it bluntly. I would much prefer if the extensive game cast got more focus in the future.

#is a hot take something you presume other people agree with and a cold take something other people do *not* agree with?#I'm very much a boomer in this regard sorry

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violetjedisylveon · 7 months

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My New Life Interrupted By A Ghost

Summary: A flash through some important moments in Omega's new, happy life with her greatly extended family.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: ⚠birth stuff, implied death, cursing⚠

A/N: Yo, I decided that Omega gets two wives, cause after writing this I discovered that Miara Larte and Omega are pretty close in age and so yeah, Miara also has another partner, but also with Omega, it's more on/off for Miara and Omega. Both their partners were actually scheming to get them together when they saw how oblivious they were. Caoimhe and Miara's partner are in a qpr. Caoimhe and Miara also date. Miara's partner is in a qpr with Omega too.

Caoimhe is a bambi lesbian btw. Imma needa draw a relationship map for this. This story is 100000% more fun to work with now cause it's a fun dynamic.

The Fett-Peli-Larte kids have three amazing badass moms and one badass O'pa, + a billion aunts and uncles. Miara's partner does not have a last name.

Twenty Eight Years AU Masterpost

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Omega breathed in the cool, ocean air. The gentle breeze tugged the wisps of her hair.

Pabu was the definition of security, safety, peace.

Truthfully, Omega wasn't sure if she had ever truly known peace in her twenty-two years of life.

She was going to start now, here in the place her brothers had decided to settle on nine years ago. It felt like a lifetime ago when she had first seen this serene oasis against the darkness of the galaxy.

She had spent those nine years in varying states of wellness and stability, the first four she had been utterly lost and just moving around to survive and trying to spite the Empire. The later five had been spent on the long, winding road to recovery from the endless pain and suffering and fighting and tragedy and trauma that permeated the galaxy.

But all of that was gone now, the road to recovery had led her here, back to this peaceful place. She was done with all of that, she wasn't going to fight anymore, she had already spent far too much of her life fighting.

Hee siblings had understood that sentiment, but it had taken her forever to convince Echo to finally get off the battlefield, Emerie was more than ready for peace. He may have acted grumpy about it, but she knew Echo was secretly relieved for it to be over, and that he would follow her anywhere, just to make sure he didn't lose her too.

And they weren't here on Pabu alone.

Omega was going to start a life and a family here.

Her three utterly amazing partners had been all for the idea when she first absently brought it up. Pabu was out of the way, remote, little known, and fairly close, both in position and in trade, to Caoimhe's homeworld of Cxylor; she had immediately begun to plan setting up a branch of her family's business on Pabu.

Miara thought the planet was beautiful and a perfect place to settle down, and Irtærse had also approved of the planet, it was part of the galaxy regularly traversed by purgil, the locals were used to seeing weird stuff, her magicks wouldn't be noteworthy.

It was really the perfect place for all of them.

Now they were here, standing at the door of their new home, it would open their lives to something truly wondrous.

XXX

Omega screamed as she gave a final push, her ears were ringing as the pressure on her pelvis vanished.

Among the slue of noises all around her, one thing broke through her mental fog.

A pair of sharp, highly pitched cries.

They were somehow the most beautiful things she had ever heard.

Though she was absolutely exhausted, she craned her neck to get her first good look at the pair of children she had brought into this galaxy.

Her eyes easily found the signature red of Merrin's clothes, and it was easy to find her children (children, she had children, she was a mother) from there.

Her Nightsister was cleansing the twins of afterbirth in a special type of bath she had made, due to the unique circumstances of their conception, they were a little different from normal babies.

Heh, just like me.

She suddenly realized that Caoimhe's hands were still on hers, her riduur hadn't let go of her once, just like she promised. She glanced over to see her riduur smiling proudly down at her with that lovely fanged smile.

"You did it, firebird, you did it." Caoimhe whispered to her softly.

Omega only had the strength to hum in response. Caoimhe chuckled to herself and offered her more of the sweetened potion Merrin had whipped up for her. She eagerly accepted the almost magical tasting liquid.

She heard Merrin's sharp grunt of approval at Caoimhe's actions. So far they were doing everything right despite the difficult circumstances.

Such as nearly dying.

Omega squeezed Caoimhe's hand tighter at the vivid recent memory. She didn't actually remember most of it, something had gone wrong after her water broke, she was pretty sure she'd blacked out, and then she had been woken by Merrin.

Whatever had happened, she was fairly certain one of them had gotten stuck and nearly killed their twin and her, but it was okay now. She was fine, Caoimhe was fine, Miara and Irtærse were fine, their children were fine.

Merrin turned back to them with two swaddles of fabric in her arms. The witch gave her a soft smile that she rarely used, and gently set both children down in her arms.

"They are healthy, if a little small, but that is typical for twins." She said.

Omega nodded to her, grateful beyond words for the assistance her sister had given them.

"Oh Meg, they're beautiful." Caoimhe whispered, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

She was right, the twins were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

They had Caoimhe's purple splotches on her tan skin, and already had tiny curls of blond and purple hair on their heads. The twins looked up at them with slightly crossed eyes, but their near whiteless eyes were a heart wrenchingly familiar shade of brown. Omega's breath hitched looking at them, and she had to look away.

No! I'm not going to let that spoil this for me! She steeled herself and looked back down.

On a second glance, they were not identical to her own, they were a fair bit lighter, more red in them, with some different specklings in them, but they were close enough that it made her think of her vod.

Her vod who would have been clamoring at the door to see the two new ade, and her vod her were patiently waiting to see.

It made her heart clench that four of her vod would never get to see these little ones, at least not ever in person. Caoimhe's gentle kiss on her temple brought her out of those troubling thoughts.

"They are so proud and happy for you." Caoimhe told her.

Omega smiled up at her riduur, who always knew what was on her mind, and what to say. She knew what Caoimhe said was the truth. If she closed her eyes, she could almost hear her vod cheering for her.

She looked back to her curious twins, already trying to explore and get out of their blankets.

"Merrin, can Miara and Irtærse come in now?" Omega asked.

"I suppose that would be fine, everyone else will have to wait." Merrin told her.

The witch left them and soon enough the door was tossed open and Omega was hit with an onslaught of worried words and questions from her wife and partner.

Merrin hadn't allowed them to come in since the room was small and the witch needed as much space as she could get. Caoimhe had been allowed in cause she was more useful than the space she took up.

They had been more than a little upset about that, with Miara arguing that they were her kids too but hadn't pushed the witch much on the subject.

Caoimhe moved to her other side to make room for their partners. Irtærse took her hands in their own, far warmer ones and gave her a sharp, worried look.

"You had us very worried ." They squeezed her hands gently.

Omega gave them a grin and watched their sharp stare soften. Irtærse was a person of few words, their actions spoke for them well enough, it just made their words more meaningful.

"I'm serious Meg, I swear I had a heart attack when I saw you." Miara told her sternly.

Omega glanced away from the three sets of worried eyes on her. Part of the trouble was her own fault, she still hadn't completely grown past her old self sacrificing habits, even though she'd been pregnant.

"But you're okay, that's what matters." Miara kissed her cheek.

Omega blinked tears out of her eyes. Stupid hormones. She thought as she wiped her eyes.

"You look tired, Peach." Irtærse observed.

Go to sleep. Was what they really meant.

Omega glanced down at the two babies resting on her bare skin. One of them was smaller than the other, which she knew was normal for twins, but it still made her anxious.

"You can worry about them later, spitfire, we'll watch over while you get some rest." Caoimhe said softly.

Omega had to force herself not to try and take care of everything right now, they never would have let her anyway. She was pretty tired anyway, it would be so easy to just close her eyes and let her mind drift.

They named their children the next day, the smaller twin they all decided to name Zosime, survivor, and the other was Roya, hunter.

XXX

Surprisingly, Irtærse had managed to fend their families off for a week of very appreciated recovery time.

Omega wasn't in constant pain from her little slip up anymore, she was absolutely still sore, but that was far more manageable than sore and in pain. She was feeling up to a visit now, and her family would have broken in if she waited much longer.

So she sat on her bed with Zosime and Roya in her arms and watched as her family filed in. I'm glad we have such a big house. She thought as the room quickly filled up. She smiled at all those who were present, ignoring the pang in her heart at those who weren't.

Boba, Sintas and Ailyn, Boba's wife and daughter. Emerie and her wife, Daesha. And Echo, who she knew was the most anxious about it all.

Hera, Chopper, Hera's grumpy boyfriend, Lyana. Merrin and Cal of course were there, and there were about a dozen of Caoimhe's family members, parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, a bunch of them. Kaeden, Miara's awesome sister, was here with Ahsoka, and Ahsoka was a very busy woman.

In the back of the room, near the door in case he needed to make a quick exit, she could see Rex lurking. Normally, she would have felt… apprehensive at seeing him, things were still rough between them, she still hadn't totally forgiven him, and he still considered Saw Gerrera an ally and a friend despite the massive amount of death that followed him, but today, she was okay with putting that aside.

All their friends and family, well not all, Caoimhe had a huge family, had taken the time to come see her and the two new lives she had brought into this world.

Boba looked the least happy to be there, after Hera's boyfriend, but she had grown to expect that sort of grumpiness from her older brother. Ailyn, Boba's six year old daughter, was very excited to meet her new cousins, the girl was vibrating next to her parents.

"Damn, you and Caoimhe weren't lying when you said you have big families." Miara commented.

Omega smiled at her wife.

Each member of their very large family took their turn seeing the twins. Nobody else held them, that would over stimulate their sensitive systems.

"Ba'vodu Kiwi, they're purple like you!" Ailyn said excited once she saw them.

"They sure are." Caoimhe chuckled.

Caoimhe's great grandmother, Ailbhe, performed the customary Spælf traditions for both new births and a twin birth. Omega had initially been worried about her Nightsister ways clashing with Caoimhe's culture, but they fit together rather well, so well that Ailbhe and Merrin frequently meet up to discuss their respective magics and swap knowledge.

Speaking of the Dathomirian Zabrak, Merrin approached her once Caoimhe's family had finished their greetings.

Merrin hadn't only been there to help with the birth because she was realistically the only person who knew what these types of births entailed, her and Irtærse's status as Children of Dathomir made Merrin's involvement essential as their clan's Mother. The clan mother and elders aided in the very difficult birthing process of Zabraks, and then there was their spiritual aspect of their involvement. The clan mother gave newborns a special blessing that strengthened them for the difficulties of life.

Green mist floated around Merrin's fingers.

"May I?" She asked, extending her hand towards the newborns.

Omega held her children out to her clan mother. Merrin painted markings on their faces with the mystic mist, both infants giggled as the mist tickled their sensitive skin.

"Now you are Children of Dathomir." Merrin's voice echoed as she finished the ceremony.

"Live well little ones." She added, patted their heads gently.

Lastly, Echo, Emerie and Boba dragged Rex up to her, forcing their brother to face her.

"Rex." Omega said curtly.

Rex just stared at the twins. She could see the words he wanted to say, was thinking about saying, and held out her hand to stop him. He opened his mouth to protest, and Emerie cut in.

"Don't, just don't." She told him with a stern glare.

Rex blinked then nodded and turned his attention to the twins.

"They look like you." He said awkwardly.

"Course they do di'kut." Boba scoffed.

Rex scowled at him. Echo cleared his throat.

"You're gonna have quite the time dealing with them." He said.

"Think they'll be as bad as I was?" She prompted, looking to her older siblings.

"They'll be worse." All four said simultaneously.

The room erupted into laughter.

XXX

Omega's day had gone great so far, no signs of anything going wrong or any big surprises. After the craziness of the last few days, she was looking forward to no surprises.

They were finally heading home after helping out Boba with his thing on Tatooine, it had been a little awkward with Fennec but nothing she couldn't handle. She had given her brother well wishes and he had given them gifts for the kids, and, after a quick visit to Emerie and her wife and their kids(with an invitation to visit soon), she was headed back to Pabu, to her ade, to her ori'vod, to her aliit(clan/family).

As always, Koré was so excited they were back. She practically threw herself into their arms.

Omega, as always, caught her youngest daughter and spun her in the air.

Everything was normal and perfect and nothing was wrong.

Until she turned to greet her ade and saw the man standing in her yard.

A man with Rayshe'a's eyes, Echo's eyes, her eyes.

A man who was far too young, only a handful of years older than when she had last seen him.

A man whose face haunted her mind for years.

A man who should be dead.

At first, Omega didn't want to believe he was there, not even when her ade said they saw him. Her ade graciously left them alone.

Omega turned to her partners, Caoimhe and Miara and Irtærse knew, they knew all about her past, helped her work through it, they would tell her if this ghost was real. The conformation didn't make it better and she turned away from the ghost.

Looking into her riduurs sympathetic eyes did nothing to quell the surge of conflicting emotions tumbling inside her.

She should have been happy, right? Her brother was back from the dead, that's a good thing… so why was she so angry?

It was the sacrifices.

Everything her brothers had given up to ensure his sacrifice was not in vain, everything they did to get her safe, everything they died for, they had done it because he had died.

She had made her peace with their deaths years ago. She forged a truce with her demons, rebuilt herself back up from nothing. She had made a new life and a family she loved fiercely.

She had honored her brothers and continued living a life she loved and that they would be so happy she had.

She had never forgotten them, but she had moved on, stopped letting it drag her down to those dark places.

And now, twenty eight years later, twenty years since she had begun to deal with her demons, he was back from the dead to drag her right back to square one like nothing happened.

Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair… they had all died… and here he was… alive.

It didn't seem fair.

"Omega?"

It wasn't fair.

She glared at the ghost.

"You're supposed to be dead." She hissed.

"Why aren't you?" She asked.

The ghost took a shocked step back, somehow confused at her anger. She was angry, he was supposed to be dead, she was fine with him being dead… her brothers were together that way… but here he was, no more than five years older and alive.

He was out of place.

He was so wildly out of place, she could have convinced herself that he was just a hallucination or a flashback, but he stood out there too.

He was like a misplaced artifact, disrupting the scenery.

He was a ghost, just a ghost.

"Omega, where are the others?" The ghost asked softly.

There, that was when Omega snapped.

"They're dead, like you are supposed to be."

She only felt more anger when the ghost's face slowly shifted from shock to his classic thinking face. Somewhere, deep inside, she had missed seeing that face, and that feeling made her angrier.

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Four months and I still don't give you any answers! Maybe you'll get one before the end of the year.

This definitely took a while to get out of my brain, mostly cause it's a back burner that I work on whenever I don't feel like working on my main stuff, or if I get a sudden burst of inspiration for it and jot down a little snippet and then I have a bunch of snippets to connect, so these back burners take a bit longer to update than my main stories, sorry if you really enjoy them😅.

I am very tempted to make an angsty traumatized Omega focused prequel story where it's just Omega, Echo and Emerie, struggling for a long time on their own cause they're a danger to others and don't want to ruin anyone else's lives and it's just really dark and angsty and Omega's got some self hate and I can just traumatize the girl. I love to traumatize her so much, she's my favorite.

So that might happen before the next chapter of this comes out.

Now some funny lil notes I had on this chapter:

Fire bird is one of Caoimhe's nicknames for Omega, a reference for her tendency to crash and burn in situations, used to be a sarcastic comment but is now a term of endearment.

Caoimhe's nicknames for Omega tend to be fire based since Omega was rather hotheaded and firey when they met.

Irtærse calls Omega Peach cause she soft and sweet but has a tough core

Aylin Fett is Boba's daughter, Boba did not leave his fam yet, and his fam didn't cut themselves off from other fetts so Sintas and Ailyn lived with Omega for a bit when he does leave.

Spælves, like normal fantasy elves tend to live fairly long lives.

May the Force be with Ailbhe, poor old lady's gonna have to do this ceremony a bunch more times.

Canon Miara: fighter pilot captain and kicking imp ass, attending the celebration on yavin after death stare

Twenty Eight Years Miara: doing all that stuff but she's got two wives, a partner and kids now.

This was long.

Sorry about that!

I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

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doeblossom · 2 years

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May we see your pony form, Darling? Is it Earth, Unicorn, Pegasus, or other?

click to see their full details! if you can't tell, i've always been unicorn biased. more info about them is below the cut!! but i've really had so many ponysonas, it's bonkers.

pony prime is called "the original" since she was the first oc i ever made. i couldn't decide between being a unicorn or a pegasus, so i just picked both! i knew that having an alicorn oc was considered "cringey," but i justified it due to being native hawaiian and being related to the former bloodline (but honestly it's not as big of a deal as i thought it was then). i also liked the color turquoise at the time, and couldn't come up with a hair or eye color, so i just picked my own.

pony number 2 was a modified version of the original. chopped off her wings, changed her hair color and made it more show-style big-poofy-curl, and added accessories. i was leaning more into liking purple along with turquoise, and started going through a FNAF phase, which brought about the bowtie. it phased out in later drawings of sketche, but i figured it deserved a spot here. another important note: i drew all of my ponies with the same body type, and was still having a hard time drawing/accepting my own, so all of the ponies up until the most recent are thin.

here's a more literal case of FNAF phase. wisp isha was literally a ponified version of my FNAF insert, wisp the wolf. she was also the first ponysona to have a cutie mark, with a red cross symbol and wrench (she performed repairs on the other bots). originally her second name was "urufu," which was the word that google gave me for "wolf" in japanese. it's just "wolf" written out in japanese kanji. i don''t remember where i got isha from, though.

inky emerald didn't even really have a name! i was experimenting with my ponysona, and tried a ponysona making challenge, which spit this girl out. things like species and hair length were determined by your date of birth, of course. she's called "inky emerald" because she has ink covering her legs and hooves, which you can't really see due to the frame. around this time, i had a few other place holder ponysonas, but they all culminated into inky.

snow blossom was one of my favorites when i made her, but as her name implies, she is as pale as the snow itself. and as much as i'll joke about being "reflective" online, i'm actually not this pale haha. anyways, this is where i started leavning more towards a flowery theme and using green in my designs. i think i drew her a couple of times, but after that, she faded into the background and i stepped back from drawing ponies for a long while.

lilac was my return to ponies after about a year and a half of not touching them. it feels like the break was longer, but it wasn't. couldn't get rid of ponies in my brain if i tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. lilac willow was a direct redesign of sketche wolf. she was the second pony to have a cutie mark, which was a half-drawn flower. i aws experimenting a lot with how i wanted to draw ponies, so her design was one of the furthest from the MLP style. she looked nothing like me, though; the curls were much more relaxed, she was extremely thin, no glasses... but her design was fun. i may try incorporating her into the main blog at some point, but just in the background.

hmmmmm, i think i recognize this one.... nope. jk. this design was made when i decided to make a blog about lumerde. i wanted to incorporate my NOW favorite colors, green, pink, and yellow, and almost accidentally made fluttershy... but i think the result was fine. she's also chubby, like i am irl! i know i talk about my weight a lot but i'm trying to be more comfortable and confident about it.

and then, our current narrator herself! well, myself, i suppose. i really like this redesign and the new hair texture, and i hope this design communicates everything about how i look properly. i originally tried avoiding putting too many fur marks on my characters since the show rarely did that, but heck, it's barely even attached to the show anymore.

this feels like a lineage. but in a fun way!

#answered #a-spoonful-of-generosity #ask blog #ask doeblossom #persona #sona #modsona #ponysona #mlp:fim #sketche wolf #wisp isha #inky emerald #snow blossom #lilac willow #doe amberwood #ask-narratordoe

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pyrethorns · 2 years

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An Invitation’s Negotiation

My first shared fan fiction, and hopefully not the last. 18+ only. Smutty contents within. Summary: Sidelined by his old friend after traveling for so long, Mr. Lee seeks comfort in an uninvited enemy to his quarters. Though, if not for the alcohol perhaps he would not have dared be so bold with a hellcat such as this. If his old friend can have a salacious meeting with a pretty girl, then he can absolutely enjoy himself.

A misty evening had descended over the nomadic city of Shangshu. The wisps of white and gray poured over the mountains and down into the city like curling fingers passing through the streets. Near the city was an estate made up of large ornate buildings topped by long roofs with deep blue tiles set at downward angles. The mist brushed along the walls of the estate but never seemed to enter as if nature itself respected the space belonging to the Magistrate of Shangshu. Within the confines of the estate an older lung stood just outside a shutting door, ignoring the call of his name as he closed bright yellow eyes already hiding behind small circular spectacles to shut away the voice. Scales of gold and black danced in the light of the lanterns nearby, mostly exposed on a finned-tail. Gloved hands came up to tug a hat off for a few moments to let tired digits rustle through long messy locks similar in hue to the color of his scales. He breathed out as he put the hat back on, eyes opening as he peered over his shoulder and toward the door. With a smile on a pale white snout, he turned his attention forward and chuckled.

“My, my. How things have changed.” Lee muttered to himself while striding through the halls.

There had been a tired bittersweetness to being given a chance to see an old friend. Memories of youth passing by, of better days, and days that were best forgotten. He had come prepared to taunt his friend, to push a reaction for a little bit of fun, and to get answers to this mysterious request that he found himself taking, but now instead he stood in front of the door of a guest room with only a taste of drink on his tongue; perhaps a bit too much drink for just a few words shared across a table. Who knew that Liang Xun would end up with a woman that could make him stumble and stutter for excuses, and who knew that Lee would get sidelined for said woman? Of course Lee had seen himself out. He figured it would be better doing that than getting in the way of an old friend’s love life. Even still, he found himself wanting for the moment behind the drinking, the draw of lips on lips in passionate fervor. Liang Xun and himself had shared a few of those moments in the past; both aided by alcohol, and not. The thought brought a twitch to his tail, and a spot of warmth between his legs that had nothing to do with the drink still waiting for him at Liang Xun’s table. Ah well, perhaps he could satisfy himself with his thoughts and pass out. No sense in dwelling on what could have been. Besides, he could use this to his advantage to pester Liang Xun another time, and perhaps even see if he could steal a promise of one last heated evening. A draft brushed along his back and through the black coat reminding him of the chill of the mountain mists. So much distance traveled for this lonely taste on his tongue, so many steps taken only for his heart to long for the home he had made back in Lungmen, and to pretend the memories flooding back didn’t exist. He touched the scarf at his neck as if for comfort, a sigh escaping him as his eyes peered toward the darkened frame of the door until he decided it was time to warm himself inside instead of marinating in his thoughts.

After opening the door to his room, it was not the sights of the ornate furnishing, nor the decorations on the walls that caught his eye. What held his attention was a familiar girl sitting at a table with a pot of tea at the center, one cup steaming, and the other seemingly offered to him waiting to be filled. On the one hand, this familiar face was the type to kick furniture, on the other hand, she had made tea, and so he shrugged. Perhaps he could still find some fun tonight.

“My old friend told me that I had this room all to myself, but never did I expect to see you here, Miss Du. Making my tea of all things as well.”

Miss Du was a feline with fair skin, brown eyes, and hair like faded autumn leaves. She wore a coat sleeved by orange, and her gaze was positively piercing even though she seemed in a peaceful enough stance. Out of some sort of respect, she had taken off her long boots and left them by the door, and that seemed to accentuate the fact that her long coat was seemingly all that she wore. There were panels at the end of the coat, open enough that he could see her upper thighs covered by what must have been very tight shorts. Of course, if his eyes were moving there then he must have been more drunk than he thought, or being spurned by his old friend had actually irritated him more than he had let on. She had attacked him and his companions at an inn that he suspected she held ties to. If she had assaulted him in plain daylight, then of course she wouldn’t have a problem doing so in a private room. Now, he could blame the alcohol for his peeping, but that simply wasn’t the case. Miss Du was an attractive young woman, and one that could most likely crush his skull with one move of her leg. Typically he found that concerning instead of attractive, but right now he didn’t feel like he should be too concerned considering both where exactly they were, and the fact that she had made tea.

With his eyes held down low, he could spot her tail flicking in what must have been irritation as she cleared her throat, “All I had to do was ask for entrance, and here we are. Nothing strange about it.” Her voice then took a sharper tone, “Is there something below my waist and under the table I should be aware of?”

Oh right, in order to actually look at her he had needed to lean over making it a bit obvious. Perhaps there was just a tiny influence on his mind, and so he straightened up and shrugged, “Just making sure that tables aren’t going to fly at me suddenly. You never know considering how our first meeting went.”

She then looked away for a moment while sighing, “I’m aware of how our first encounter went. I’m not here as your enemy, though. I know it might be hard to believe, but I have a proposal that might benefit us both.”

Instead of arguing, he nodded and took off his own boots before moving to sit down, hand on his hat to put it aside as he sniffed, “Okay, let’s hear it then.”

Her eyes widened as she jolted her gaze toward him, shoulders sagging a bit as if she had been expecting something violently different. After a blink or two, she finally muttered, “That’s it? After what happened at the inn you’d just sit with me and hear me out?”

Lee nodded and picked up the cup in front of him with two fingers, tilting his head as it swayed, “Well, you’ve made a pot of my tea, so I figured that I should sit down and have some.”

He then held it out toward Miss Du who graciously poured him a cup instead of throwing the pot at him. Once he took the first sip, his new drinking partner began, “I want you to succeed.”

Once she began talking, Lee set his cup down carefully, and leaned back in his seat to listen to what this could possibly be about. Miss Du had attacked him for the relic he had taken from some smugglers at Liang Xun’s request. She had failed in doing so, and he had expected to meet her again as a rather annoying enemy, but here she was asking that he continue on with the request. It wasn’t that he minded that, but there was something else to what she was saying. She wanted to work together in some regard; it seemed, to bring her father’s association down to usher in a new generation led by her. Tired of pretending to be the pretty daughter who spends her father’s money frivolously or something like that. While that was all fine and dandy, there wasn’t really any reason to work with her. She pleaded her case and made her offer, but all she had to give was a supposed promise of safe passage underlined by the threat of possible harm. Part of him felt inclined to agree that safe passage from this girl’s association would be good enough as a price, the other part of him, addled by that taste of alcohol, figured that there were other things that he could get out of this. A small smile began to tug at the corner of his mouth as he picked up his cup to take another sip before setting it down. While normally he would not be so brave as to tame a wildcat like this, his inhibitions had been lowered just a bit, and his mood soured by Liang Xun’s date showing up so suddenly. If his friend could have an intimate evening with a pretty girl, why couldn’t he?

Leaning back in his seat with one leg over the other, Lee hummed aloud, “While the offer is tempting, I don’t know if I need your help. If I could get into the country without trouble, then I’m sure I could get out of it just fine. After all, Liang Xun might’ve cut off our drinking, but he wouldn’t leave me out to die I’m sure.”

Miss Du narrowed her eyes, arms crossed as she huffed, “You underestimate the powers in Shangshu.” But she then shook her head, “But if you want something else to sweeten the deal then I don’t see why not.” From a frown, her lips lifted into a smirk, one of her hands slapping the table as she boasted while rising, “When I take my father’s place, I’ll have influence enough for any little reward you can think of. I didn’t peg you as the type, but everyone has their price and I won’t blame you for it. So name it. Name what extra little gold you’d ask of the great Du YaoYe.”

He took the teapot gingerly and ignored her boast while topping up his cup allowing the sound of warm liquid streaming to fill the silence. As he did the same for her cup, he made his request, “My friend out there has denied me a drinking partner, and though tea is not quite the same, I’d enjoy having a pretty girl at my side while I work off the drink.”

Her ears twitched, her eyes fixating on him for a moment until her cheeks began to darken with color. The hand on the table turned to a fist as she struck it, both cups shaking as she barked, “Of all the things?! I figured you had some sort of taste for money, or an interest in some sort of secret belonging to this city, but instead, you’re just an old pervert?”

Lee shrugged and leaned back while picking up his cup to swirl the tea in it, “Why not? Comfort is a prize of its own, and I don’t think you’d hate being my companion for this evening.” He then chuckled, “Of course, I’d normally never ask. I’m not looking to be whipped like Wei Yenwu, or even my old friend seemingly is.”

Miss Du closed her eyes and breathed in steadily, before blowing out while opening her eyes again, “That confidence is irritating. You know that I’ll say yes just to secure this deal, but you make it sound sweeter than what it really will be. If you want me to be your toy for the evening, then just say it.”

“And would you accept that?” He asked with a raised brow.

She placed both of her hands at the edge of the table and leaned forward, “I want this to happen Mr. Lee. I don’t think you understand what I am willing to do for it to happen. If you think that I’m going to back down just because you want me to sit on your lap and be a pretty girl for you to toy around with, then you truly do not comprehend my determination.”

He simply tilted his head and hummed, “While that sounds nice, I’d prefer a drinking partner who is a bit more put together, more a person and less of a doll. Not to worry, you’ll still find yourself on my lap at some point, but try not to be too fake.” He then grinned, “Besides, it's more fun when you get upset. There’s something cute about the way your tail twitches, and the way you scowl.”

Lee noted the way her cheeks flared, the small twitch of her ears as something signaling a feeling between embarrassment and flattery perhaps hued with the lovely spice of irritation. He half expected her to throw her cup, but as she pulled it from the table, she instead drank her tea and set it down with a firm clack. Miss Du then stormed off to a set of shelves, fishing through them until she produced a large white ceramic bottle. She came back and set it down on the table next to him, grabbing the neck to uncork the thing with some effort.

As the feline tossed the cork over her back, she breathed out and looked toward him with a small frown, “Fine, but I won’t sit down with a man like you for tea. This situation would be better with something a bit stronger.”

As she held the bottle by the neck toward him, he downed what was left in his cup before holding it up for her to pour whatever was inside the bottle, “Well, well, I suppose I did plan on having a nice evening pestering Liang Xun over drink, but this works instead.” He then hummed, “I have to wonder though, is it that I’m not to your tastes, or is it because I’m a stranger?”

Miss Du poured herself a cup while he got up from his seat to stand next to her, an arm placed carefully around her shoulders as she shrugged, “I’ve got nothing against you personally, but I also don’t know you personally. You look shifty and criminal, with a sense of style that is seemingly overly done and lazy all at once, but no, not unattractive.”

“Ouch, but fair.” He said while nodding.

She pulled her head back as she drained her cup, breathing out to the air before filling her cup again, “That being said, I can think of worse choices. Just don’t hold back. I don’t want to pretend like we’re on some pretty date.”

The arm around her shoulder shifted to allow one of his gloved hands to brush along her chest, his words humming near her ear, “But aren’t we? Man and woman alone in a room, drinking fine spirits and talking?” He then chuckled, “But I understand what you mean. Come then, let’s get more comfortable and start this evening properly.”

A few more cups were shared between them at the table, a few uttered words of irritation from the feline that only entertained him. He honestly hadn’t been certain what he was drinking. Some sort of wine, something that probably deserved more attention than a few passing glances before it passed into his gullet. Still, the sweetened alcohol did very little to hold his attention compared to the feline. Her reactions were a lovely treat that went along perfectly. Every question he posed had to be answered with a huff, every observation he made brushed aside or given a little hiss in response. He wondered if he should ask her to try her best to act like a happy hostess, but then thought better of it considering where her lips would be going. Lee might’ve asked for another bottle if it weren’t for the fact that he was certain his drinking partner for the evening couldn’t handle it. Her cheeks had taken on a full fluster, her eyes looking elsewhere as it perhaps sunk in what was going to happen. Part of him worried that having her drink too much would make things troublesome, and at the same time, Lee just wanted to see her reactions in their truest during the height of their evening. He had expected her to fuss and fight, to growl and snap at him when he made the suggestion to move to the bed, but instead, he found that she was surprisingly meek. Perhaps he had truly underestimated her determination as she had said. She didn’t even complain as he led her to the bed by her hand. As he sat at the edge, he peered at Miss Du to drink in her expression again. Still flustered, still unable to even look at him, and her ears were pinned back. He wondered if this was her first time, and somewhere deep within him felt a pang of guilt. It wasn’t as fun when she looked concerned instead of annoyed. Ah, damn. Not enough alcohol to be a complete monster it seemed. Those kitty ears of hers reminded him of a particular cat from back home he hated seeing upset too, and so he placed his elbows on his knees and placed his chin atop his knuckles.

“Hm, perhaps we should call it an evening. I think I’m getting rather tired.” He then puffed out a breath and carefully peeled off a glove to bring his hand up to touch her forehead, “And that drink might’ve been too much for you. Best to scamper off. Our deal is already sealed regardless so you’ve got no reason to follow through.”

She looked at him with blinking eyes, her mouth twitching until it became a very sharp frown. Both of her ears were up and alert now, her finger jabbing him in the chest hard enough that he found himself leaning backward, “Excuse me?! Are you treating me like a child? Do you think that I’m not capable of seeing this through? I don’t need your pity.”

Ah yes, one of the reasons that he found that he was never brave enough to go after these types. Too thick-headed, a bit too intense, but it was still a bit entertaining at the very least. Hands held up in defense he spoke aloud, “I only meant that I shouldn’t be taking advantage of you like this. I’m not nearly drunk enough to follow through on a little tease even if the thought was tempting.”

Miss Du clasped the collar of his shirt along with a fistful of his coat, her eyes square with his as she huffed, “I said I don’t need your pity, old man. If you want to get off then I can do that easily.”

It was probably a thing of needing to prove herself, or maybe it actually had something to do with the alcohol, but either way, he found it difficult to say no to someone so prone to violence a few inches from his face. With a sigh, he took the glove off his other hand and tapped under her chin, “Fine, then start with a kiss. We’ll see how experienced you are to go with that determination.”

Instead of provoking her, he had decided to meet her head to head to see if she had the guts to do it. It was a challenge meant to sound like he was taking her seriously in the hopes that she would back off, and at first, he thought it had worked. She seemed to falter as the color on her cheeks darkened, his mouth about to start to form the words telling her that it was fine, and that she should leave before it got any later, but yet again, he had underestimated her determination. Her mouth met his in a heated punch, a sprout of soreness echoing throughout making him wish that he had gotten into a fight with her instead.

Lee decided to help her and himself a bit, words slipping between their lips as he touched her arm gently, “Don’t rush it. Make it good for yourself, and you’ll make it good for me.”

She muttered quietly back at him, far meeker than he had expected, “Okay.”

The initial strike soon softened as she eased into the kiss, as she leaned into him, and soon that soreness was replaced by the warmth of mouth on mouth. He could feel her shuddering through the connection, could feel her determination in the way that her lips moved along his begging for his own to part, and as he did so, he felt her tongue slip along his own. Tongue danced with tongue, warm spit meshing together as the tastes of the evening poured over his senses. There was a brush of her tongue along his fangs, her movements slowing as if she realized how dangerous his maw could be, but her efforts returned to that same determined pace soon enough. Sweetened wine, gentle spices, and a small taste of something like iron most likely from the initial impact.

There was something desperate about the kiss, something shivering that made him wonder if she truly would be okay with this, until her movements slowed down. She had been in a near rush to wrestle his tongue with her own, to keep her lips planted against his own almost painfully so, but now her pace took a different turn. He thought that it might’ve been her taking the advice to heart, but even then the advice had been to take it as she wanted it. Was this her desire then? Good enough for him. The lips once pushing against his began to meld along his mouth, allowing just enough space to let her close back in again for more as she tilted her head. Even the hand gripping his clothes drifted away to rest near his lap while her mouth continued to shift along his own. Not bad. He had enjoyed better, but he could feel himself getting into it. Guilt was such a weak thing when lust and warmth loomed nearby. Seeing this feline at ease and near purring brought odd feelings up that he’d probably have to ignore once he got back to Lungmen, but this wasn’t Lungmen and Miss Du wasn’t who he was thinking about. Best to sink in and enjoy what was happening now. Invisible hands pushed and urged his arms to move and take action as the arousal bubbling deep within began to surface. No turning back

“C’mere kitten.” His words flowed between their lips. .

Both of his hands moved, one grasping her side earning a jolt from her while the other moved up to secure her cheek. She had seemed about to complain about his nickname for her, but she remained frozen at his touch. A thumb of his stroked along soft skin, his mouth dipping in closer as he joined in the act. Another shiver trembled through their connection, his grip at her side tightening to drag her closer as she placed a hand on his chest as if to keep some sort of distance between them, but right now he didn’t want that. His thoughts drifted to having traveled so far just to be spurned by an old friend, the alcohol making the resulting bitterness just that much more pressing. Of course, he didn’t blame his old friend, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy this moment and be a little petty. After all, this had been agreed upon as part of the negotiation, so he should enjoy himself to the fullest. Which meant, he wanted her hand out of the way. The hand at her side moved to grasp her wrist pulling it away before his other hand did the same to the other. Her eyes widened as her breasts still blocked by clothing pressed against his body, his tongue dipping a bit deeper into her mouth. The kiss took a passionate turn, her brow furrowed as irritation sparked on her expression, but soon those sparks began to fizzle as the blush spread across her face, as her eyes drooped and her shoulders sagged. He could feel her hands tugging at his grip, her arms pulling away with not even half of her strength. If she wanted to, she could have broken free any moment and made him pay, but instead, she remained in place while he took his kiss in the way that he wanted from her.

When he had his fill, Lee pulled his head back, heat and mist spilling from his maw with a velvet line connecting their mouths snapping as his words came, “All right, I accept your determination, and I can see you’re more experienced than I thought.” He then chuckled as he pinched the frame of his glasses to take them off and put them aside on a nightstand, “Though, I have to wonder just how experienced you are with such a rocky start. Is that how you do it with your boyfriend?”

She gulped in a breath as she pulled away once he let her go, arms crossed at her chest as she huffed, “That’s none of your business. Besides, even if it was and I did what—”

What a lovely reaction to the sound produced from the movement of his fingers. He pinched down on the zipper and tugged it before moving to pop the button that had kept his trousers together. With his fly open, a sizable tent could be seen forming against the boxers he wore underneath, but her eyes bolted in the other direction. Oh? Maybe she wanted a way out right now, however, omething told him that if he stayed silent that she might excuse herself with just the kiss, but then again, she was wild enough that he had been wrong about her determination twice, and so he waited and watched to see what her reaction would be. While he could influence her, maybe it was better to watch her self-destruct. Perhaps, it would even be funny, and maybe she would show him something wildly different than what he expected or even wanted. This little game kept him more aroused than the thought at the back of his head telling him to tear those clothes off her body and take her already. For now, the beast inside of himself could wait.

Miss Du got up from the bed before cursing quietly and she surprised him again with quite the bold move. She began wriggling out of her coat, pulling her arms from the sleeves before yanking it all off in one fine motion leaving her standing in only a bra, those tight shorts, and socks that ended just above her knees. With her back turned to him, the bra came off and she turned around with her fists on her hips, her eyes full of a fiery determination that made him feel like he would get in trouble for staring too long, but of course, he kept on staring. Her build was strong with defined thighs no doubt from her martial arts training. The feline’s chest wasn’t massive, but each breast seemed big enough for his hands to enjoy holding with pale nipples already perked and ready to be pinched.

“Well, are you just going to sit there?” She growled while trying her best to intimidate.

The sight and act had his shaft twitching uncomfortably as it pressed up against the fabric of his underwear. Her bluster and growling did nothing to deter his arousal, and in fact, he found that cute. Well, if she wanted to go all out, then why hold back now? Lee got up with a warm smile that spread into a grin. That haughty look on her face remained a constant, but as he began to strip he had to wonder whether it would still be there or not when he looked at her again. His upper body was unveiled first, years of work giving him a certain strength, and years of spending time in Lungmen’s food stalls giving his strong core a bit of softness. Next came the bottom layer, socks tossed to the side, trousers, and boxers joining them. Lee stood at full height now with nothing covering his body, and his eyes peered toward Miss Du to see that she was looking at his face rather than what was between his legs. He took a step forward and grabbed her by the wrist, leaning in so his mouth neared hers as she tried to jolt back most likely on instinct.

“Finish stripping and let’s see how far your experience extends with your lips.” Uttered Lee quietly.

She faltered at first before her mouth moved into a hard line, words coming out with a hiss, “Can’t you be a bit more gentlemanly about it?”

Lee kissed her cheek, her body locking up in response, a chuckle drifting from his lips, “I thought you wanted me to use you and get it over with? If you want, I can try to be a bit more romantic, maybe we could even make a date of it another time?”

Miss Du had nothing to say to that. A few quiet moments passed between them before he decided to pull away and let go of her hand, his finned tail curling around his waist as he took a seat on the bed. She still hadn’t seen, had she? Cute. Even now her pupils were darting from one corner to the other as if she were trying to decide where to fix her stare. Maybe he could be brave enough to take on people like this more often if they could so easily be flustered and upended. Lee leaned back with one hand resting on his tail as he stared at her little performance. She hooked her thumbs through her shorts and tugged them off slowly. The shorts joined the ever-increasing pile of clothes littering the room, and soon her socks did as well before she looked toward him and approached. She brought herself to her knees when she was just a few steps away, and as she looked in the right direction, he moved his tail to curl around her shoulders to keep her looking in the right direction.

A set of digits from his own hand pressed atop his shaft to let the length rest along the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were wide staring at every inch of his cock, her mouth a quiet dot, “Bigger than your boyfriend?” He teased.

She scowled, “None of your business, but if you have to know, I’m not seeing anyone right now. No one I’ve met has been able to handle me.”

“Gee, I can’t imagine why.” He said, but before she could protest, he looped a few digits through her hair to urge her lips to his sizable balls, words coming out in a hum, “But enough of that, get started.”

Curses flowed from her lips, quiet little hisses that blew air over his orbs building on the arousal already present from having such a pretty girl between his legs. The hisses turned to small and trembling kisses gracing the surface of his balls, one of her hands moving up to clasp onto his shaft while the other rested at his thigh. Her tongue soon came out to lap away the sweat of the day, her movements small and uncertain, but as he stroked through her hair she seemed to grow more confident again.

“That’s it kitten, keep using that tongue. You’re doing much better than I expected” He said with a sigh.

Little licks turned to long lashes of the tongue leaving cooling spit behind in place of the sweat they cleaned off. Her determination saw that she did her job without complaint, and he had to wonder if she was enjoying herself. Her eyes were shut, but the trembling of her lips and hands had stopped. Those soft digits glided over his shaft, gripping on occasion at the head before moving back down, her stride and rhythm recovered perfectly. Her kisses extended up to the side of his shaft, her nose hovering over the base as she held his cock to her face. Was it the scent she enjoyed? Or the taste? Perhaps she simply enjoyed the act, or maybe she was just dutiful.

And so he had to ask, “Enjoying that?”

She peered up at him, her eyes fogged over as she pulled her lips few inches away to mutter, “I don’t hate it. The taste isn’t bad, and I figured a lung like you would smell worse, but I kind of like it. Wood smoke and something else.”

“Soap.” He said with a chuckle.

Despite attempting to prod her, she had simply answered with more gusto than he had expected, her mouth moving back over his cock in a manner that made him feel as if he were being worshiped. Her tongue trailed along his length, stopping up at the tip making him wonder if she could handle every inch in his throat. That being said, she was growing too meek, too passive. Perhaps he would have enjoyed that more if not for the fact that he found her incensed and irritated state so much more fun. Not that he wasn’t enjoying himself. That was far from the case. Her eagerness was interesting to him, her tongue’s movements followed by cool pleasure building up in his gut. On occasion, she brought her mouth to his balls again, her lips enveloping one orb to suckle and let out a wet pop as she let it fall, her tongue then trailing just underneath to let them rest on her nose as she lapped away underneath. He should have really just let her do her work and enjoyed her lips, but something was missing. Hm, it just wasn’t as fun without her little reactions.

“I think I have a more fun idea for the both of us.” He hummed aloud.

Her fingers trailed up and down along his shaft, one brow raised as she peered up at him with a near-drunken hum, “Oh, if it helps you get off faster, then whatever you want. This is your night after all.”

His idea of a better time had involved bringing her onto the bed. She had grumbled and fussed but still ended up in the position he wanted. Her knees were pressed onto the bed with her hips hovering over his face while her lips remained just a few inches from the tip of his shaft. Both of his hands grasped onto her rear before she could complain to bring her slit down and onto his open maw. His tongue slipped out to drag along her heat, the reaction coming almost immediately as a loud gasp that seemed close to a squeak echoed in the room.

“Excuse me!? Just where do you think—”

The feline tried grumbling but again she gasped and sucked in a breath as his tongue continued to move. Her lips were trying to get over his shaft, but they only got over the tip as the trembling of her body over his continued. It didn’t matter to him that her lips seemed frozen, that her hands were twitching instead of moving over his cock; all that mattered was that he could drink in her little reactions like a sweet nectar. He lapped away at her pussy, taking his time with bringing his tongue up and then down to bring just the right type of noises out of her, but even then, he knew he could get a better reaction out of her.

Slowly, he sat up just a bit while her hips moved over his chest. One set of digits moved between her legs, pushing and pressing along her slit, two fingers entering gingerly while he breathed out, “That’s it. Just enjoy yourself. No need to concern yourself with me.”

“I would enjoy it more if you just stopped toying with me and—”

Flustered irritation and anger turned to a yelp, and a groan as he dug his two fingers inside of her to the knuckles. He hummed and chuckled, enjoying the feeling of the warmth tightening around his spreading fingers as he focused on pleasuring her. She kept on trying to say something, to make some sort of noise to voice her complaints, but instead, she would moan aloud and squeak much to her dismay before uttering a quick curse or two. Eventually, even the curses stopped, her mewls begging for more as he swapped to his tongue to slide and slip against her wet folds, dipping in just a bit when he could manage it. She held onto his shaft as if for comfort, her fingers trembling along the length, her lips pressed to the side while her breaths flowed down to wrap around his balls. Her legs caught him by surprise as they curled around his neck, his tongue locked to her pussy in a lover’s kiss as she rocked her hips to his face and cried out for more. He closed his eyes and held onto her hips firmly, his tongue dipping in deep and twisting around while she bucked and ground against his face. There was something sweet about her taste, something lovely given a hint of salt adding a punch to his tongue. He hadn’t expected her to be so honest so soon, but he enjoyed hearing that mewling, loved feeling her movements against his face as it told everything he needed to know about how she was feeling. Teased until she had become a lustful mess. This is how he wanted this evening to go.

At this point, he was having a bit of trouble breathing considering her martial artist’s legs were squeezing around his neck tighter and tighter. That being said, he kept his tongue moving and didn’t have to wait for long to feel the tightening gush of her orgasm. He smirked as he felt her legs loosen, pulled his tongue out, and grinned as he heard her gasping for air. One of his hands moved to trail along the back of her tail while the other rested atop her rear. He eased her down until he sat up and she was straddled onto his lap with her back facing him.

The hand teasing her tail moved toward her side and upward, heading around and moving to grasp onto one of her breasts while he muttered to her ear, “I know there’s no condom, but I’m still in need of attention here. I can at least promise to pull out.”

Miss Du turned around shakily in his lap, his hands both moving to her rear. She lunged to catch his mouth with her own, his eyes flaring for a second as he found himself surprised again by her sudden shift. Whatever switch he had turned on before seemed to still be flicked to that position. Her breaths were heated against his tongue, almost hot enough to burn as he tried to keep up with her sudden passion. She grasped onto his shoulders, her arms soon curling around them as she lifted her hips and brought her mouth away with a gasp. He felt the wet warmth of her pussy over his cock, her body still trembling but from what seemed to be pure, dripping excitement now. Go with the flow and enjoy this, no sense in ignoring what his body was telling him. After all, he deserved to make a mistake after such a long trip. Even still he felt some sort of concern, some sort of guilt that told him that maybe he should slow down with this and wait until she was right in the head again.

“Please.” She mewled once sending a shock down his back, “Please, please fuck me.” Her words whispered at his ear burning a hole through whatever guilt he had been feeling.

Grabbing hold of his shaft, he eased the tip inside the shallows of her heat before wrapping both arms around her waist. With a grunt, he shoved inside of her while dragging her down, her voice pouring out loud enough to make him wonder if anyone would hear outside the doors of the guest room. He began to pump into her, thrusting with all of his strength to pour out the frustrations of the day into her. Lee could never have guessed that she would have been so passionate, so hungry for this to happen. That heat was what drove him wild, that unrestricted desire just as flavorful as her irritation, but even still he had to open his mouth to urge something more from her.

Lee’s voice came out in a breath flowing down her back, “Feels like you’ve wanted this all along. Even before our little deal. Don’t tell me you’re falling for me?”

“Shut up.” Shuddered her response.

As he chuckled, the feline’s hips moved in kind to grind against him, her insides tightening on him in the loveliest of ways while her claws began to dig into his back. Claws raked deep through the scales of his back, those daggers sinking in further with every movement of his hips. With this type of passion he was most certain that he wouldn’t be able to handle her every day, but then again, maybe if he put a collar on her he could tame her. Such a thought produced a breathy snicker from him as he slammed inside of her, tugging her as close as possible to feel the warmth of her breasts against his chest. The pain didn’t bother him so much, but still, he had to wince now and then as she clung to him like a wild animal. He moved his maw, opening wide to let her feel a taste of her own medicine as he bit down on her shoulder, the taste of sweat spreading over his tongue immediately. She mewled aloud, her claws digging in harder as his fangs bit down against her shoulders in an action that would surely leave his mark on her. The alcohol or the simple atmosphere of what was happening was beginning to get to him. Fog gathered at the corners of his head, his common sense fading away until all he could hear in his mind was a single thought telling him to breed and break, and so he kept on thrusting. His cock twitched inside of her, each bounce of his shaft creating a spark of pleasure inside of him that washed over him as a heated pressure.

Still, Lee had enough sense in him to pull his mouth away from her shoulders to mutter near her ear, “Shouldn’t I stop? Shouldn’t I pull out to use your mouth instead? You know what happens if I don’t, right?”

Miss Du’s claws dug in hard enough to make him wince as she muttered, “I’ve debased myself tonight more than I thought I would, so don’t insult me with what I don’t want. Fuck me until I’m full of your filthy seed. Mark me as yours and never forget about this night.”

Now that was quite the mystery. Alcohol or passion? Either or, he couldn’t be sure, but he couldn’t care right now. His hips moved like pistons, his cock slamming in as deep as he could get it into her. That passion she had displayed, that hunger; it drove him to give her just the same and excited him to no end. The pleasure pulsing through his shaft and warming the rest of his body was only a bonus compared to the sound of her voice. The movements produced a steady slap of thigh on thigh as she bounced in his lap, her breaths and sighs growing more intense again as she pleaded with him not to stop. There were lines of warmth along his back that told him that he would need some sort of minor medical attention in the morning, but he still didn’t stop. What pain he felt only made it all the better as he released every bit of pressure in his body into her.

Hot cum flowed from the tip of his cock and into Du Yaoye. Her insides received every drop with a tightening warmth, pleasure lancing through his back as he clung to her body. Her form arched forward, her head pressed against his chest as she trembled violently. Did she enjoy herself that much again? To see someone so high-strung lose themselves was the best part about this evening, and he had to wonder if he could experience this again. As he found himself about to tease if she’d like to enjoy another evening like this, Lee noticed that she had stopped moving. He tilted his head and grabbed her shoulders to pull her up. Her eyes were shut but as he placed his ear to her chest in a panic, he heard the slightest of snores escaping her bringing bliss back to his body and mind. Definitely part of the alcohol.

With a sigh, he set her in the bed next to him, the dripping from between her legs already something that he would need to explain to whoever cleaned the sheets. His heart still raced at this point, his body still poised for more as he looked at her form. Sweat beaded her body outlining her curves and the strength of her thighs. His shaft began to bounce again, twitching to life slowly as he moved between her legs to grab her thighs and feel. Soft and cool, or perhaps it was better to say that he was on fire. He breathed out some of that flame, a thumb moving to brush along her crotch while he found what he wanted to do.

“Wake up.” He said as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. She hummed, her eyes opening just a bit as she stared up at him foggily. He took her hand to his shaft to aid in getting it back up, his mouth pecking at her cheeks and neck again and again as he repeated, “Wake up. I still need you.”

Miss Du’s fingers stroked along his shaft slowly, her other arm wrapping around his body as she purred, words slurred by exhaustion and alcohol alike, “Ah, still a perverted old man? Well, take as much as you want. Cum inside me as much as you want.”

What an offer. He took his cock from her hand, urging the fully erect length to her heat before he dipped inside with a firm thrust. Every inch of his shaft slid into her warm insides, the tightness grasping him again as she gasped and mewled out to him. Both of his arms moved to wrap around to hold her in place while his hips began to jerk violently. All of his strength was used in pounding into her, in losing himself in this lust again. The heat of her insides along with the grinding tightness urged him to release again, but he held himself steady and instead kept on grinding his mind away. Both of her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, her legs locking around his waist with her toes curled at the small of his back. Sweat from his brow dripped to the bed, his mouth held in a snarl as he shut his eyes and focused on the movements. She seemed to bounce in and out of being awake, her hips jerking upward to meet his thrusts before her grip loosened and her body sagged, and again tightened. As her grip loosened again, he paused for a second waiting for her to regain her strength.

He leaned back and looked down at her to see her chest rising and falling rapidly, her mouth open, lips glistening. Lee touched her cheek and leaned down to plant his head against her while muttering, “All tapped out? Not even gonna fight another load inside of you?”

She grasped his wrist gingerly, her reply coming out with a little huff, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” A tired grin formed on her face, “To pound a struggling kitten like me to the sheets. To let loose just how devious and depraved you are. I wonder, are there any sweet girls like me from your home that you have your eyes on?”

For once, he found himself irritated. It wasn’t that what she said was false, it was the fact that he had found himself enjoying this so much that he had wondered for even just a second how it would feel to take that sweet girl from back home. Cursing quietly, he started thrusting into her without a care this time, both of his hands grasping her ankles to yank them up so he could slam down directly inside of her. The feline’s toes splayed out before tightening in, her eyes widening as she gasped aloud, her body shaking while she was pounded to the bed. The grin she had held had faded away replaced by an o encircling her pleasure. After that, all he could manage in this frenzied state was one more thrust before he started filling her again, the heat between them venting just as the pressure did within his gut. He made sure every drop painted her inner walls before he pulled out and hung his head with a huff.

One of her hands felt up his arm, his attention peering down to her as she muttered quietly, “Comfort a girl after you ruin her. You’re more than just an animal, right?”

Lee closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose before puffing out, “I suppose I am.”

He laid next to her in bed on his side, one arm bringing her close as she shut her eyes and nestled against him. Part of him wondered if he should put something outside the door to let people know not to disturb him, but then again, it might’ve been more fun to see reactions to this little sight. That being said, he closed his eyes feeling every little exhaustion from his trip catch up along with this evening’s actions. Hopefully, his dreams would give him a little peace, or a bit more fun.

#arknights #fanfiction #smut #dubious morality #alcohol #arknights fanfiction #mr. lee #Du yaoye

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warriorsbutnotreally · 1 year

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Hi, I'm here to give you. A story idea. I know it's not Rune Court, but I think I finally got an odea flr the Eldridge horror idea. Sooooo bare with me.

So here, cats live in towns. Humans don't exist so its just cats and other animals. Magic is a thing here but is outlawed.

A few years ago, a strange cat was caught. It wasn't an actual cat though. It was a monster. It had wings on its eyes. Mouths on its joints. It was... disgusting. Eventually a team was formed to take down the monsters they now called entities.

Years pass, and a small kit is born. Their name is Wisp. They are born to a powerful family of a town. Once Wisp became a teenager, she started to read books. Of course, when they are caught, they thought they were using magic. They were imprisoned by their own parents and set to burn at the stake. When the flames rose up to conxume them, however, Wisp was suddenly gone.

Wisp meets Hellebore after they escape being almost burned alive by their own parents and kingdom and is now a magic user on the run. They literally run into each other with Hellebore fleeing from a group of cats who are pissed at her for some reason, and Wisp makes a spell that hides them both. The two introduce themself, and Wisp meets Hellborn. They think it's a weird name, but their parents did name their kit Wisp, so they push the thoughts aside, and the two start traveling together. After traveling for a bit, they find a group that have been killing the entities that have been popping up across the country. The cats of the nations don't really know how to deal with them. So they've just placed high walls around almost every town that has the wealth to do so, and if they don't, then oh well. But it's actually the small towns who have split and made their own kingdom. Away from the previous, selfish rulers. The other rulers are actually Wisp's parents, but they don't say that to anyone, and no one knows. The two get accepted into the group after they prove themselves by taking down an entity. It was mostly Wisp using magic, but Hellborn definitely helps too.

Also, I planned for Hellborn to be a secret entity. They wouldn't tell Wisp for awhile and they have control over that side of herself but he doesn't want the information getting out.

Anyways. This was fun. I need to start drawing and writing stuff for the Rune Court thing I said I'd do on my blog, so there might not be any Rune Court here, hehe. I hope you have a great day!

OOO

this sounds like a really cool idea

esp cause I'm a sucker for cosmic horror and body horror [to a degree, eye stuff isn't my favorite thing]

I think it could make for a cool, fun adventure story for the two of them!

#not warriors #cats #you always have such neat story ideas ngl

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l-la · 1 year

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Also

🖊faeriebell

OH BOY. The egg! The bean! Faeriebell Grimm Bombe!

Lessgo!

Faeriebell is an anamoly, a thing of magic that defies reality and creates it at once. Time and space bend to them, break to them. The unreal, the boundaries between planes finds itself weak and leaves spaces liminal where they go. They are old and new at once. Whole and a fragment of something far larger.

But--let's really talk about what I want to talk about with them. They were a heck of a journey to get to, and I love them very dearly.

I'd say I've been workshopping this character since probably 2016? with the original Pixie Styx. I wanted this strange, broken magical thing for ages. Surreal and a delight for me. It... didn't work out. I thought maybe being too indulgent with my favourite themes simply wasn't something I could pull off.

I love where Pixie Styx went, do not get me wrong. But it took them 2 years before I really settled on who they felt comfortable as. And the concept of this strange wisp of something that bent time around it--just fell to the wayside.

Rach and I decided to replay Guild Wars 2 as a whole in... man? late 2020 or early 2021? Either way, I was like: I'm going to do it! I'm going to be indulgent!! And then turtle-shelled and was unable to really move forward with any of my ideas. They sounded silly, frivelous and barely coherent to me (no matter what others told me). At the time they were called Newbloom Sapling, because I didn't even have a name. I just knew I wanted to give my Pixie Styx 1.0 stuff another shot.

I started slowly making a character with the name of Faerie eventually down the line. Trying to piece things together, but it still didn't seem /right/.

So, I looked at a character at the time I loved, but who had fallen deeply to the wayside, Tinkerbell (Eladrin self pictured above). Things I wanted to do with Faerie seemed to brush against stuff I had made around Tinkerbell--liminal things, et cetra. But with Tinkerbell, I had literally not allowed myself to make them a Mesmer in Guild Wars 2 because it had felt too indulgent. They were a Scourge, instead. They had been a bit too disconnected for them to be easy to really play up against other characters, and they did not have quite the momentum I wanted them to have, even if just a wayward curiousity.

And I asked myself: what if I smashed the very basic ideas of Faerie, a sapling who had too much magic and destroyed their pod with a chaos storm that made the Menders have to pull them from the Dream early with Tinkerbell, who played with liminality and wisps...

And I said yeah, they should subsume each other to make a new character. Initially I debated what name they'd keep... And eventually I was like haha, I'll just smash the name Faerie with bell and thus Faeriebell (which I didn't realize was a type of flower at the time).

It's funny--they are so dear to me because I have wanted their strangeness for so long. It's weird I finally feel like I managed to find the voice and the essence of this character who defies being solid.

They exist on the edges of the reality around them, looking in, delighted by the colours of it all and the colours of the sounds. They flit, and they prank. Faeriebell sees things through tones and concepts others might not. Sometimes they play with others, teasing them. It can be hard to tell the difference. They're really fun.

I leave you with a quote from Virginia Woolf's The Waves, from the character Rhoda, because Rhoda has always been key to some aspect of this concept.

"Now it is my turn. But I have no answer. . . . I am left alone to find an answer. The figures mean nothing to me. Meaning has gone. . . . Look, the loop of the figure is beginning to fill with time; it holds the world in it. I begin to draw a figure and the world is looped in it, and I myself am outside the loop; which I now join – so – and seal up, and make entire. The world is entire, and I am outside of it, crying, ‘Oh, save me, from being blown for ever outside the loop of time!’""

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kursed-curtain · 2 years

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Daily- or I guess, knight-ly design doodles!

Polishing up how I draw my Hopefuls, and also emphasizing how much I love character design and funky fantasy races.

Cropped closeups under the cut! As well as a few design notes cuz I love doing those.

Acorn I thhhhhhink was my first design? Or the one I'm at least the most excited for. Acorn is just so fun lol.

I had to look at the difference between a cow and a bull lmao. He's technically a bull but I'll still call him a funky cow lad. (Heh, cowlick)

My hc is that acorn's helmet having the flat 'horns' is actually some form of like horn cap or cover cuz he doesn't wanna gouge anyone's eyes out.

They're sharp still cuz he's too scared to get em flattened.

Yarn lining the horns cuz I thought that might add a bit of color! (In a colored piece they'd probably be some form of blue :))

Whisper Approved!™

The perpetually flowing hair has always been a thing for me, it defies all logic for the sake of looking cool

I still have no idea what Whisper is? Some sorta fae? A changeling? The Will-o'-the-wisp idea is still intriguing. It'll stay vague for now.

Ears are a thing I try to add variety to! These ones are a bit elvish but they're sorta pointed out in a way that reminds me of butterfly wings

The general facial structure and the beauty mark are inspired by designs I saw from Gaston concept art :D the ideas sparked something lol

Achaka is ofc heavily inspired by soooo many fan designs (as well as a bit of my own creative spin) because wow that's a lot of fan interpretations lol. There are a lot of consistencies between fan designs - the dreadlocks and scars lining the skin

I forgot to color it here... but my idea of the black hair with bits of the grey Taskia has still stands!

The ears and earrings are probably one of my favorite ideas, with the fang of some sorta creature being one of his earrings. (In previous iterations I made them scales and he had many more earrings. Simplified towards the end!)

Technically Manny's was the easiest cuz his character design in-game is already great! Minor adjustments were made.

Bigger ears and the slit eyes!!! Are just a thing I add to all my goblins (see my goblin graham design for reference lol)

He looks so crusty...

#- I got scared I wouldn't be able to fit Manny on the same page that I was fully ready to just draw him on the next page lmaoo #- he's so short so he's not to scale in this pic lol #kings quest #traditional art #fanart #character design

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mqdilen · 26 days

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⭒ .๋ ࣭ ⊹ ˖ 「𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭.」

fandom.: bungou stray dogs (contains !spoilers! concering the beast manga + stage play)

synopsis.: chuuya visits dazai in the hospital after going on a rampage, and the two of them "chat"

pairing.: [beast au] port mafia leader chuuya x dazai \ soukoku

cw.: toxic relationship, hurt / no comfort, angst (?), reversed roles (chuuya kinda acts like dazai and dazai kinda acts like chuuya)

genre.: one-shot, no second part

word count.: 2.7k (approximate reading time; nine minutes)

note.: so this has kind of taking longer than i expected and i was severely struggling in the beginning, but anyway!! i still hope you enjoy the story! also, please mind the tags! + this story is heavily inspired by a twitter post from @Atarayo33 and i simply created their idea / drawing into a longer fanfiction due to a tiktok! (so credits and much kudos to them! link to the post) should i cross-post this on ao3...?

☪︎

dazai’s eyes fluttered open as he finally regained consciousness, his expression seeming bleak but at the same time devoid of any emotion. it was his usual expression. the one he gave to everyone who passed him on the street or watched him while he waited for his coffee he ordered in that small café nearby. just an ordinary expression. nothing special that would ever captivate anyone if it weren’t for the charm he held.

dazai had yet to figure out where he was, and as if to make it even more difficult to pinpoint his current location, his vision is rather blurry, and one of his eyes is obscured by a somewhat rough material that he presumes to be his bandages. although his bandages didn’t bother him too much. he’s used to them by now after all. what bothered him more was the fact that all his memories were somehow a big mess.

yet, he clearly remembered jumping off the port mafia building, in fact, he remembered everything that involved that jump. from atsushi’s strident voice ringing in his ears, to the thrilling sensation of the adrenaline surging through his veins, to his insides feeling like they’re climbing up his torso. a wisp of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he dwelled in the memories and stared ahead, seeing nothing yet but a strong beam of light.

the bright light seemed heavenly to him, but it also had something unusual about it. it hurt him, making his eyes water. dazai’s mind began to wander, his once visible smile now tinged with a faint despondency. disappointment settled in, casting a melancholic shadow over his thoughts as he expected a more serene scene after his death. then again, no one ever said heaven was a fun or prepossessing experience, did they? heaven... what a stupid thing to believe in. and how stupid of him to actually think that the blackest of blood, port mafia blood, could ever belong to a place like that. perhaps that was why, as if he were standing too close to a flame, the light burned his eyes, completely absorbing the darkness in them. after all, everyone knew that he was and will never go to heaven, but to hell. his own personal hell. the universe he created.

dazai blinked, able to make out some of the things in his room now, like a white ceiling and a large window, the sun facing him as it slowly disappeared behind the horizon. a sense of dread settled over him as he realized that it wasn’t the sunlight alone that sent a rush of agony through his body, or the thought of being in hell, but rather the fact that he was indeed still alive. his body ached and the comforting warmth he once felt from the hospital bed swiftly gave way to an icy chill that pierced through his very soul—much more fitting to an individual like him.

dazai raised his trembling hand as he meticulously counted each of his fingers, desperately wanting to confirm that he wasn’t alive and that this was just an overly realistic dream. he had once heard that dreams were full of anomalies such as having an extra finger, so the possibility that his head was just playing a trick on him was an option that had to be considered; that gave him hope. however, the pain coursing through his body and the pungent smell of alcohol mixed with the undertones of artificial fragrance were enough of a hint for dazai to know that his suicide attempt had failed again – as usual.

he clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, wondering how he managed to keep surviving. he thought this would be the one. the one and only universe where he could die in peace, knowing that he is still alive. but it seemed that this universe was just as cruel to him, forcing him to live with the burden of knowing that the only person he ever considered a friend despised him.

the faint sound of footsteps approaching his hospital bed could be heard, pulling dazai out of his thoughts. he couldn’t determine to whom they belonged. something about the footsteps felt amiss. they didn’t belong to atsushi, as dazai initially suspected, given his desperate plea not to take that fateful leap. nor were they the menacing strides of akutagawa, who probably harbored a somewhat deep desire for revenge after the torment inflicted upon his sister.

he sat up, slowly, as his neck brace would not allow him to move properly. his eyes widened slightly as he distinguished the head of a familiar person peeking out from behind a bouquet of flowers – red roses to be exact. the rich, smoky yet soothing scent that trailed behind the small figure, drowning out the antiseptic one, made dazai feel slightly light-headed. “chuuya…” dazai whispered absent-mindedly, his voice barely audible. “i see you’ve finally woken up.” a tender smile adorned chuuya’s lips as he carefully set the roses aside only to stare at them for a moment.

dazai’s throat tightened as he took in chuuya’s appearance, noticing the black coat he supposedly inherited after his ‘death’. “chuuya... why- how am I still alive?” dazai inquired, his voice sounding a bit hoarse. he seemed puzzled. the ginger eventually lifted his head up, gazing at him with a hint of affection in his eyes. “what do you mean? you’re alive because i saved you, silly.” dazai’s eyes sank slightly and he looked away for a split second, feeling conflicted. was it so sinful to wish to die? was there really no universe where he was allowed to die? chuuya, on the other hand, seemed amused, his smile never faltering. “what, did you really think i wouldn’t find out that you were trying to kill yourself all along? did you really think you could fool me? your partner?” he drew out the last syllable, emphasizing it as a dark shadow fell across his face, rendering him somewhat colder.

dazai’s lips parted slightly as he felt oddly compelled to answer him, yet the words seemed to die on his tongue and he remained silent instead. eventually, he lowered his head and stared at his trembling hands, as if he could find a pleasing answer in them. chuuya’s smile seemed to waver a little upon dazai’s reaction.

at some point, he took a step closer and clasped his hands behind his back. “i also cleaned up the mess you left behind. you know... i killed them. all of them. i killed again and again and again and again…” he said with a faint tremor in his voice, tightening the grip on his hands. dazai’s body tensed and his eyes widened in disbelief. he knew quite well to what extent chuuya’s abilities reached, what he was capable of and what not. yet, an inexplicable sense of unease slithered up dazai’s spine, causing a slight shudder within him. “i killed your friend, too.” chuuya added in a mellow tone, gawking at his expression. “w-what?” dazai’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked at chuuya as if he didn’t understand a single of the words he uttered. though chuuya only tilted his head, a grin still plastered across his lips as he observed dazai.

dazai’s heartbeat gradually picked up its pace as he repeated the words in his head, refusing to believe them. his head was spinning and his mind was flooded with memories of oda and him together. they were beautiful moments, each of them unique in its own way. he recalled oda eating curry, his favorite food, or playing with sakura, one of the orphans he took care of. he remembered their first meeting, how he treated his wounds after yet another failed suicide attempt. though at that time, he was glad he didn’t die. after all, oda had become one of his closest friends; his only friend. but those memories felt misplaced in this universe, just like dazai himself.

eventually, he found his composure and exhaled shakily as he felt the mattress sink in. chuuya was now sitting beside him, his smile seeming more sinister than anything else at the moment. “you’re lying. i made sure that all connections to us were cut, so he has absolutely nothing to do with me. we’re not even friends!” chuuya’s eye twitched slightly as he listened to dazai’s words, knowing that he was blatantly lying to him. “oh, really?” his expression shifted a little as he gently took dazai’s hand before squeezing it, slowly applying more pressure. it didn’t take long before dazai winced in pain and slapped his hand away. however, chuuya hardly felt anything considering that dazai had little to no strength at the moment. then again, dazai knew that chuuya wouldn’t hurt him seriously. after all, he had picked up on the signs quite quickly.

“don’t touch me.” dazai raised his voice, glaring at the redhead who was drawing closer to his face. a hint of disgust swept over him as he could practically feel chuuya’s breath fanning across his cold skin. eventually, dazai twisted his head away and sank deeper into the pillow, trying to escape chuuya’s intense gaze. chuuya had other plans, however, as he cautiously brought one of his hands closer to dazai’s face, gently caressing his cheek before tilting his head back. dazai’s body stiffened at the ghostly touch and he stared into chuuya’s eyes, which seem to convey an unusual degree of fondness. something he has rarely expressed for anything ever since their first encounter.

at some point, dazai turned his face away again and tried to slap him across the face. but chuuya grabbed his hand at the right moment and instead intertwined his fingers with dazai’s, pushing him further into the mattress as he leaned over him, his hands on either side of his head as he pinned him down. dazai’s teeth grinded together, his throat constricting with a heavy gulp as the gravity of the situation became painfully clear. somehow the weight of his actions, leaving his partner - betraying him even - like everyone else did in the past, beared down on him. it seemed as if none of the two of them would ever be granted a happy ending. not even when they are together.

“why did you do it?” dazai snapped, causing chuuya to blink a few times, catching him off guard for the briefest of moments. “ah, i’m glad you asked. i’ll tell you. to put it simply... i was jealous. jealous that you would care about someone who hates you so much. who can’t even look at you properly without being repulsed. it’s a shame, truly. i just wish you would look at me the same way you look at him... but now that he and all the others are gone, i won’t have to worry about that.” a crooked smile graced chuuya’s lips as he averted his eyes in embarrassment and pulled away, a faint blush ormenanting his usually pale cheeks.

dazai lowered his head, clenching his jaw as his fingernails dug into his skin, drawing some blood. he had never been good at tempering his emotions whenever oda is mentioned. “did you really kill odasaku just for that?” dazai murmured, his voice sounding colder than usual. “oh, that’s such a nice nickname. do i have one too?” chuuya dodged the question, unimpressed by dazai’s frustration. he expected it. tears welled up in dazai’s eyes as he scraped the bandages from his face, breathing heavily. “you’re lying! you’re just messing with me! he’s still alive! he has to be!.. you... i will kill you, chuuya! you had no right to take him from me! to take him from the only universe where he is alive–” chuuya listened carefully to dazai’s words, his expression oddly hard to read as he conveyed no emotion whatsoever. a barely audible sigh escaped his lips before dazai’s fit of rage was momentarily silenced as chuuya grabbed his chin and kissed him. dazai’s eyes widened in shock and he seemed stunned for once in his life.

chuuya’s lips were awfully soft, sending dazai into a delirious frenzy as he was distracted by the sweet taste. the corners of chuuya’s mouth curved into a faint smirk, and he seemed pleased with dazai’s reaction as he closed his eyes. eventually, he tightened his grip on dazai’s chin to hold him in place and deepened the kiss. dazai’s shock lingered, yet he couldn’t ignore the suffocating warmth welling up in his chest or the quickening of his heartbeat. still, he could never forgive chuuya for what he’s done, which is why he tried so hard to break away from the sudden kiss. in the end, he managed to wriggle his hands free and tried futility to push him away, accidentally knocking over his iv bag and ripping out the tubes that were connected to his veins. with a sharp and unpleasant sting, the needle forcefully exited his skin and he writhed in pain, his lips parting ever so slightly. the expected scream, however, is abruptly stifled as chuuya’s tongue sensually slided into dazai’s mouth, eliciting a low moan from him. chuuya’s grin widened at the sound of dazai’s voice, while dazai’s cheeks seemed to flare.

with his mind barely functioning, he clinged to chuuya, his eyes slowly falling shut. a single tear traced its path down his cheek as a profound sense of self-disgust washed over him. though he found solace in chuuya’s touch, oda’s face haunted every corner of dazai’s thoughts, leaving him no room to fully enjoy the sensation chuuya was giving him. not that he would allow himself to actually crave another human being’s warmth anyway. dazai was far too stubborn for that. no matter how much he longed for someone to finally fill the heart-shaped void in his chest, he knew that no one would be naive enough to actually try and navigate through the darkness that engulfed him, especially now that the only person who had ever been capable of soothing some of his agony was dead. and chuuya certainly wouldn't replace the last bit of him left in his heart.

chuuya didn’t seem to be thinking straight anymore as he put more force into the kiss and grew more and more desperate. to him, this was all he ever wanted. in a moment of weakness, he bit dazai’s lower lip, breaking the delicate skin. it darkened rather quickly, leaving behind a visible bruise and a smear of crimson at the corner of dazai’s mouth. chuuya pulled back after needing to catch his own breath for a moment. he held up dazai’s chin, seemingly engrossed in the way his tears mingled with the small amount of blood, while dazai barely reacted to the stinging sensation the salty wetness caused. “oh, how beautiful. you really are the best…” chuuya cooed, his voice dripping with affection as he admired how gorgeous dazai looked. his dazai. a wide smile adorned chuuya’s lips as his pupils dilated at the pure sight of him.

dazai on the other hand was left speechless. he didn’t know what to say, nor what to feel or what to look at. he was completely overwhelmed and all he wanted to do was scream. scream at the world for being so full of injustice, scream at himself for being so useless, scream until his burning throat dulled all the other painful sensations, and scream until he had no oxygen left in his lungs. his eyes darted across chuuya’s face, unable to settle on a single place as he tried to drown out his terribly tranquillizing voice. everything felt so wrong, so surreal. his heart was throbbing with an indescribable amount of pain, and he felt like he'd grow manic if he had to look at chuuya any second longer. while he was once dazai’s sole reason not to end his miserable life, he is now the only reason why he doesn’t want to wake up ever again.

↪thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated! MLIST

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