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melon-cream-enmu · 1 year

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Repost from one of my previous blogs, I swear I put that here but I wouldn’t put it past tumblr to delete an edit after you make it. It’s done it several times when I fix spelling mistakes after posting 🤬

Anonymous asked: Aaaaaaaa a idk if you've gotten something like this but Beastkin MC who's like a bunny or a herbivore of some sort has my mind gOING

Like, the Savannaclaw trio wanting to pin them under them and fuck them so hard, deep, and fast,,, claiming them with hickey and bites and teasing their tail and ears,,,

Leona has big arms and hands, perfect for wrapping around his mate while spooning them and holding them close while he fucks them slow and deep, an ear held between his teeth to keep them from squirming too much from the pleasure~ Or perhaps he'll get a bit rough after seeing them with Malleus? After all, he has to remind them of exactly who's cock it is that makes them feel so good~

And then there's Jack! Holding you up by the hips in a mating press which let's him tease the base of your tail - a spot that makes you shudder from just how sensitive it is~ he'll keep eye contact when you fuck, his pupils larder than usual and an animalistic, debauched expression on his face easy to see until he leans forwards to place a Possessive bite on your shoulder~

Ruggie would be more submissive, sure. However, being a predator, he can't help but feel the impulse that urges him to pin you beneath him as he uses his hands to make you feel good~ He'll touch you in all the right places, bringing to the edge over and over again before he even starts fucking your overstimulated body. Hell make you feel so good that you won't be able to walk in the morning~

ABD THE THING

WITH THE CHASING THING IM-

B A R K I N G

IMAGINE IT BEING SILENT BUT YOU HAVE THE FEELING THAT SOMEONE IS WATCHING, AND THE ANTICIPATION IS JUST TANTALISING

AND FLOYD OR JACK OR JADE OR WHOEVER YOU'RE HORNY FOR GRABS YOU FROM BEHIND AND PRESSES THEIR HARD COCK AGAINST YOUR BACK WHILE MURMURING IN YOUR EAR ABOUT HOW PRETTY AND FUCK ABLE YOU LOOK, AND ABOUT HOW YOUR SCENT HAS THEM SLIPPING EVEN FURTHER INTO A RUT AND ABSHAJSJSLAOA

ADSBAUSUAKSKDJDKSODHDOKSSILANSMA

-TD

🤤(BOY DID THIS TAKE ME A LONG FUCKING TIME MY BAD)

Leona laying with you in warm, expensive feeling bed. The bumpy head of his cock pressing into every spot that makes you shiver. His nails circle your nipples with one warm hand up your shirt and his other strokes your sex.

His breath is warm and his tongue rough on your ear has it twitching between his teeth. “You truly are so tiny aren’t you?” His hands retreat to find the tops of your plush thighs to rock your body back against his. His knee creeps between your thighs and props up on the bed, now hiking yours up and giving him a better angle to press his cock what feels like impossibly deeper. You bury your face in the pillow, turning and leaving your back exposed to him.

“You tighten so much with every shiver and cry,” his finger trails down your back and pulls your tail, “your ears try to twist together when I play with your tail too.” Clawed hands caress the rolls of your tummy before Leona pushes you onto your stomach and picks up his pace. He watches your tail twitch as you unknowingly raise your hips for him.

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Your bed is louder than you thought it was. Of course, you’d have never figured it out, you don’t do much on it. But what you’re doing now is more than it’s ever been put through.

The headboard slams into the wall too much, the springs are so loud. “J-Jack, oh my god, Jack! Please s-slow down, everyone will hear!” Not like it mattered, you’re from different dorms, people always suspect something when Jack Howl shows up for you. A whine like growl leaves his chest but he only humps you harder. “I can’t…you’re just so small…you’re tight and warm.” The slap of his thighs to your ass is loud and wet and you’re glad your roommates are out on a trip.

Jacks eyes constantly gaze upon your teary ones, tempted to lick up the tears on your lashes and cheeks. He pushes your legs up further and pounds harder, bathing in the sound of your cries. Your arms quickly fly to his shoulders and he lets you pull him down. Your ears flop when he hits that spot that has you coming too quickly, when he’s not close to done.

You look so dazed and fucked out and god do you smell so good when you cum. His tail ducks under you and feels your tiny cottontail wiggle at its touch. Everyone will smell him on you, and they will forever if he has anything to say about it, but he can’t stop himself from laying claim all over your neck and shoulders.

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Ruggie’s had his hands and mouth all over your sex for hours it seems. Stroking, licking, petting, kissing, pushing, biting. Your thighs shake with every searing hot breath he lays on you, every wet kiss he graces you with. His eyes are glassy and wide, ears lowered as he whines. He’s submissive by nature, but you’re a prey animal, and all he can think about is devouring you. He wants every drop of every essence you can give him, and he’s going to push you over the edge as many times as it takes for him to get his fill. He nuzzles your hand as it grips in his hair when he tugs your little tail. When he’s finally finished his feast he moves onto filling you fully and completely, you can hardly even cry out when you cum at just his tip alone.

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Unkempt branches scratch and slap your skin as you run through the maze, heavy breathing and fast footsteps. The only advantage you have being half rabbit are your quick silent feet. But that doesn’t stop you from being seen. If only it did.

A dead end. There’s no where to run, you can hear Floyd laughing nearby. You back yourself into the dead end slowly, hoping to brace yourself to bolt of turned the corner. You could make it between his legs, or between him and the wall, or you could even jump over him if you really tried. Too bad.

You’re so focused on an escape you don’t notice it ISN’T a dead end, and someones stepped behind you quietly from the left. They grab your arm and you whip around. It’s some first year, a cat, it seems. You pull hard enough to release their grasp and back away quickly. They scamper off instantly, and you assume it’s because of their failed attempt at a capture, but your back hits a wall. No, this was an open path, and there’s no walls in the Rose Maze, only the hedges. Their hand is quick to cover your mouth, and you know just by the size of it who it belongs to.

The hand that’s always stroking lazy fingers over your ears after having pulled you far too close. The hand that’s always tugging yours, tripping you up to fall into their lap when you walk past. The hand that’s always twirling little furs on your tail when it’s up your clothes in public. The hand that’s waved at you many times after getting you roped into working off friends contracts at the lounge.

“Sea bunny, there you are~ I’ve been searching for you, it was frustrating. You’re too fast on land, I wish they held this underwater, I would’ve caught your tail so quick!” You pull at his hand on your mouth and open it when his hand doesn’t move. Floyd pulls away all too quickly, “hey, no biting sea bunny. That’s my job.” You shiver as his sharp teeth leave pink indents in the tip of your ear. “You get so worked up when you run, your little bunny heart beats so fast~ I could smell you the second the let the prey start running.” His hand trails down your body and your smaller hands try to push it away.

“Floyd please, can’t we not do this here? I can hear the cameras coming!” His laugh is breathy when his hand worms it’s way into your shorts.

“Nooo, then you’d have to keep running. Someone else would get you, and you’re only for me. My sea bunny.” His hips press into your back and you hunch forward at the feel of his cock practically in line with your spine. “You made my rut come early, you always do, sea bunny. And I know your heat comes along then too, it’s like you were made for me.” His arm tightens around you while his other hand exposes your sex to the incoming cameras.

“And I have to have my little sea bunny. I wanna see more bunnies from you~”

#cream wonderland #cream filled #cream afab #cream writes

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years

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OK OK BUT LIKE IM PRETTY SURE FLOYD SAYS ITS WEIRD TO BE AWAY FROM JADE SO LIKE IMAGINE THIS::

Yuu has a twin sibling back in their world, maybe their twin is the only one in their finally they had a great relationship with or maybe they're just the one they're closest to but still has a great relationship w the rest of their family, Yuu obviously has been devastated to be separated from their twin, so everyday they go to the library to try and search for ways to go back home or to at least find a way to connect to the internet of their world so that they could try to somehow explain the situation, how do u think the tweels would react if they saw Yuu having a breakdown/crying because they miss their twin??? U think they would feel bad for Yuu cuz like they couldn't imagine themselves away from eachother for so long, especially not w how long Yuu has been in twst or do u think they wouldn't care much? for me i think they would at least a bit sad yk the tweels r rlly sweet to eachother -🕴️

Yeah but also imagine this even worse scenario.

They both get teleported to Twisted Wonderland and wake up in the middle of some forest. They have to fight off some beasts as they try to figure out their surroundings. As they venture through the forest they're attacked by... something.

One twin is taken by some strange blot monster and Yuu is there hurt and bound by blot as they watch this creature take away their sibling. To make it worse, the creature splits into two. The copy approaches either picks them up by their hair or head and shoves them into a coffin which ends up talking them to NRC, heavily injured.

They're pretty honest with everyone that they're looking for their twin and is desperate for information. They still look for ways home of course but they're very worried for their twin and sometimes forget they aren't there. (Let's call the Yuu twin Tuu for now.)

After ch 3 as they look around the underwater museum and pause in front of a glass covered artifact. "You've always loved the ocean huh, Tuu? Take a look at this‐ oh..." Yuu turns around and doesn't see them there and just goes quiet...

And what if Yuu had the great 7 in their head and Tuu had their counterparts or different villains like captain hook and whatnot??

#not writing #not requests #twisted wonderland yuu #yuu #tuu #🕴anon #the great 7 parents

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robertdelaunay · 9 months

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tell us abt fallen london !

ok!! i dont know much lore so thats not what this is about i will just talk about the game in general👍

(for talking about the story/events of the game ill just use first person the whole time it feels more normal i think.)

the basic idea of how the game works is it's a desktop text-based rpg game where you do stories and tasks and get items.

the story begins with you having just gotten to london (which is underground.). you were immediately arrested and taken to new newgate prison, where your cellmate helps you escape. and then you pick where you live (this can change its just where you start). different places focus on the four main "attributes" one can have which are shadowy, watchful, dangerous, & persuasive. i picked spite which is the shadowy location!

(also there are other attributes apart from those four, including respectable, dreaded, [these next two are more skills] monstrous anatomy, & mithridacy. those are just the ones i have. there are "menaces" as well which are basically the bad attributes. those are nightmares, wounds, scandal, & suspicion. and others but theyre less common & i dont have those)

right now i am situated in someone's attic. the rat that lives with me wants me to move somewhere thats not an attic but i have bigger things to worry about.

i currently have a job as a minor poet (i want to become a campaigner or journalist eventually) 👍

there are groups one can be associated with like criminals, the police, revolutionaries, artists, the church, &c... as i've said i've been trying to be associated with the revolutionaries! i will need a lot more money for a special pin though </3. and i dont really know at all how to make money other than selling things....

the main story of the game is called your "ambition", which from what i've heard take about a year to complete, as opposed to smaller stories you can complete in a very short amount of time if focus on them. these include "nemesis", where you try to hunt down the murderer of someone you knew; "bag a legend", where you try to catch some manner of beast i suppose; "light fingers", where you try to steal a big diamond but apparently about a third of the way through there's a big twist and it turns into a really dark horror story; and "heart's desire", where you try to get involved in a gamble for your soul so you can win your heart's desire of course. im probably going to do "bag a legend" when i feel ready to start one :-)

by the way the current event i've been talking about with the airships &c. is an annual thing called "estival". this year it's gardening + a war of sorts. (note: by the time i got into doing this event it was pretty much over; i can still play through it but im not actually helping the war effort im just getting items). i grew a nice plant and got a prize and then i went to a building related to the gardening competition, where a stalactite fell on the building and also on me. sad! and then these ghouls called "starved" started crawling out of it iirc. i ran away and did some helpful things and the ghouls were fought off. but it turns out that they plan to expose london to the sun and burn it to a crisp, i guess? im not really sure i cant remember anything. so we have to go look at the ceiling to figure out whats going on exactly. and someone was like "hey guy still severely injured from a stalactite falling on you!! come captain an airship and look at the ceiling!" and i did and it didn't go very well but i was able to obtain more items. and now im in the midst of the final(?) mission where all the airships are going together

this is kind of a mess but yeah there is something about fallen london !!

#ask #thank you for this ask btw. i <3 just saying things

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scribbling-dragon · 2 years

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into fire

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He takes a singular step forward, before tripping and falling flat on his face. He groans, lying there for a moment and trying to figure out what tripped him. All he can see is the purple of crimson wood, not even an inch from his face.

He sits up, feathers swishing behind him as he moves. He pauses, turning and looking for the feathery sound. His elytra is already draped over his shoulders, which is…odd, but probably what tripped him.

(AO3 Link)

(1,920 words)

idea from the hermbi discord that grabbed me and shook me until i wrote something for it. and im pretty sure its completely incomprehensible as my brain Has turned to mush in the current heatwave

His heart still beats a little too fast in his chest when he blinks his eyes open, the image of the Void lingering long after. It had been empty, silent, and his house is still silent as he sits up, looking around. It echoes strangely in his ears, but there’s still more sound than there was in the Void. During his short venture among the stars there.

He feels off, head spinning slightly and limbs oddly heavy. He’s weighed down, even as he sits up, neck aching as he leans forward, feet landing on the floor just beyond his bed. The wood creaks as he stands, and he has to give himself a moment, readjusting to the way gravity works on him after the weightlessness of the Void.

He reaches up to pull it off, hand grasping at the base of the elytra and yanking. He yanks himself back with the motion, shoulders jerking and pulling a gasp from his throat as pain ricochets through his whole upper body at the action.

He yanks at the elytra again, only for the same thing to happen. He probably looks like an idiot clawing at this elytra he’s somehow gotten stuck to his shoulders. Feathers come away under his grasp, and he watches as a small spiral of smoke curls up from the black feathers.

It then promptly bursts into flame.

He scrambles back away from it, only for it to follow him because it's attached to his shoulders. He stands in a hurry, stumbling again as the stubborn elytra remains stuck to his shoulders, feathers ruffling, which elytras definitely don't do.

He stumbles into his crafting bench, twisting around. The fire leaps and spreads and he stands and watches as it slowly blackens, curling inwards as the fire spreads over it. He stares at it. Then he stares at it some more.

Something clicks in his brain a second later, and he’s rifling through his chests, ignoring the way there’s just fire trailing behind him, eating away at all of his floorboards, focusing on grabbing a half-full water bucket and chucking it frantically at the fire.

It goes out with a tiny sizzle, smoke quickly filling the room as he ducks, coughing into his hand. The elytra remains on fire, feathers sizzling as they puff up. Because apparently he’s got the worst pair of elytra to ever exist.

He yanks the elytra around, until the fire is on the still damp section of floorboards and then stamping on it. He yells, jumping back as pain shoots up the elytra and into his shoulder. He stamps on it again, but the pain continues. The flames, however, die out. Tango one, fire zero. Or something.

His shoulders still hurt, and he feels a burst of annoyance at that. He watches as the spot he’s just stomped out promptly catches on fire again, bursting up with a fiercer intensity than before. He thinks he might actually cry.

He flings himself into his water elevator before he can think about anything more, hoping that nothing else sets on fire as he shoves himself into the space that used to fit him perfectly well but is now a lot smaller because of the wings? He’s pretty sure they're wings, right?

Wings or not, he doesn't really think before ducking out of the water elevator and diving straight into the lake beneath his house. All he can do is hope and pray that there is no one around to watch him make a complete idiot of himself. Though, he doesn't really trust praying to whatever nebulous forces are out there anymore because he’s pretty sure they think this is hilarious. A joke, or something.

He sizzles as he drifts under the water, the wings (because these are definitely wings, there’s no denying it at this point) splaying out around him, dark feathers obvious against the light water around them. They glow faintly at the ends and patches where there had previously been flames. Like hot coals.

He pops back out of the water, steam rising around him and water pleasantly warm. The wings weigh him down, and he’s hesitant to step out of the water in case they catch on fire again. He hunches down in the slightly shallower part of his lake, head just peeking out of the water as he pulls his comm out.

He taps the call button immediately, too confused to even try and put this into written words. Maybe he can convey his confusion well enough with a couple of sounds. Panic Zed enough that he just immediately heads over.

It rings twice before Zed picks up, silence stretching over the call for a few seconds. “Tango?” He sounds confused, “Oh, hey, are you back from the death games? How’d they go?”

“What does it mean when you grow wings?” He doesn't mean to shout, and Zedaph’s silence over the call is answer enough.

“What?” Zedaph sounds incredibly, incredibly confused. But he’s definitely not confused as he is right now. He thinks he’s going to have a panic attack. Or die. One of the two, it’s a tossup at this point.

“I've got wings.” He manages. “Help.”

“Wh- okay. Y’know what, never mind. I’ll be there in a second.” Zedaph pauses. “Don't do anything dumb.”

“I'm not going to do anything-” he hisses out, and the hangup tone sounds, and he cuts himself off, staring at his comm screen. “He hung up on me!” He shouts to no one, considering flinging the comm away from himself dramatically before he reconsiders and puts it in a pocket instead. “I'm not gonna do anything dumb.” He mutters to himself, sinking a little further into the water. It’s warm around him, like a bath.

He hears rockets overhead, glancing up as sparks shower down, watching as Zedaph rapidly spirals down, stumbling before righting himself, elytra flicking shut behind him. A lot more convenient than his catch-on-fire wings.

He watches as Zedaph turns around, frowning, before he spots him. He stares for a moment, eyes wide and staring at him, silently. He bursts out laughing a second later, hunching over.

“It’s not funny!” He protests, and Zedaph ignores him, continuing to laugh hysterically, almost on the ground. “It’s not!”

“You-” he heaves in a gasping breath, “You look like a wet cat, all angry and pathetic.”

“I,” he recoils in disgust, “I do not look like a wet cat.”

“Uh, yeah you do. You're all offended and sat in the water like it’s the last place you want to be.” He pauses, “Why are you in the water?”

“Because when I'm not these stupid heckin’ wings catch on fire.”

“They catch on fire?” Zedaph’s eyes glint a little at that, “Get out.”

“What?”

“Get out.” Zedaph gestures, “I want to look.”

“Did you not hear the part where I said they catch on fire.”

“Yes.” Zedaph gestures again, “Get out.” He sighs, hauling himself from the water and praying they don't immediately catch on fire again. They don't, smoking a little as he stands there.

Zedaph widens his eyes a little, rocking back on his feet a little as he stares at him. “Woah.” He blinks. “That’s…definitely something.”

“Is it?” He turns to look at the wings dragging behind him, water dripping off of the feathers, soaking wet. “They just look a bit…bedraggled right now.”

“They're still something. Spooky.” He wiggles his fingers a little at him, before reaching a hand out to stroke along the feathers. He hums a little as he does it, and he’s too surprised to stop Zedaph from poking at him.

He does jump a little as Zedaph yanks a feather from his wing, spinning away from him with a protest on his lips as Zedaph twirls it between his fingers. “Hey!”

“Hm.” Zedaph looks up at him, “Oh, sorry. I just wanted to look.”

“And you could ask.” He watches as Zedaph produces a flint and steel from apparently nowhere, flicking it and setting the feather on fire. It catches immediately, and they both stare as it burns, but doesn't consume the feather.

“Huh.” Zedaph blinks at him, before looking up. “I think we need to call Xisuma.”

“Really?” He gives an exaggerated surprised face, “Wow, I didn't think of that…five minutes ago? Before you yanked a feather from my wing?”

“Oh hush, it didn't hurt that much.”

“But it hurt!” He flings his hands up, even as Zedaph pulls his communicator out, “Which is more than an elytra ever did.”

“I've messaged Xisuma.”

They wait in silence, Zedaph still holding the feather and watching as it burns. He looks around him, careful to ensure that his wings don't catch on fire again. He’s not really looking forward to another plunge into the water.

There’s a sound of warping right in front of him, and he jumps back when Xisuma appears, wings promptly bursting into flame. Zedaph shoves him into the water and he lands with a splash, gasping as he resurfaces, once more drenched. He gives Zedaph the best evil eyes he can manage, which he simply brushes off, turning to X.

“He has wings.” He says, which should have been obvious. “Fix it.”

“Uh,” X looks between the two of them, “I probably won't be able to fix it. If he showed up like this, welcome back Tango, by the way, then it isn't actually me that’s got the…jurisdiction? To fix it.”

“Then we wait for Grian.” Zedaph sits down on the ground, right beside the water. He stares at X, as though to challenge him.

“He’s probably going to be a few days.” He drags himself from the water, sitting beside Zedaph and wrapping his wings around himself like you probably would with a blanket. X continues to stare at them both.

“And I'm gonna wait.” Zed nudges him, “Anyways, we should probably keep you near the water, just in case.”

“I'm not gonna-” his wings catching on fire promptly cuts him off, Zedaph shoving him back into the water. He stays in it this time. “Just do a scan of me or something.” He asks, feeling a lot more tired than he did ten minutes ago. This must be a cosmological joke or something. He hopes at least someone’s finding this funny, because he’s not.

X seems a little hesitant, but does it anyway, frowning at the results as he reads over them.

“What’s the verdict, doc?”

“I'm…not sure?” X taps at the screen again, scrolling further down as lines of text appear. “It seems like a blessing of some kind, though I don't see how you would get that from dying.” He looks up, “You sure you didn't have these before you died.”

“Positive.” He sinks a little further into the water, ignoring Zedaph’s muttered wet cat comment. “We’ll wait for Grian.” Zedaph cheers at that, leaning back a little further. He tucks his wings back around himself, the movements slowed by water.

It still oddly feels like home. He chooses not to consider that.

#juno.writes #might write some more for this au. already have a few ideas #and just in case:#death omen tango au #mhm #tangotek #tango tek #hermitcraft

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milkweedman · 2 years

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hi, I recently came into the ownership of what I think is a castle-shape spinning wheel, and it seems to be in working order, I think, but I can't for the life of me seem to get the wool to actually spin *onto* the spindle. I was wondering if you had any resources to point my way about spinning wheels, preferably a castle one (that's where google pointed me at least)? I can't find anything in google and I'm heading to my local library soon but I thought I would ask since you seem very knowledgeable about spinning things. If not, I hope I'm not a bother! I greatly enjoy seeing your spinning content and it's been motivating to try and get my own situation sorted out so I can try it out :)

That's pretty much the most common issue for new spinners to have, regardless of wheel style, and I had the same problem too when I got my wheel, which was caused by me adding twist too quickly with too low a take up, so the yarn just crumpled in my hands instead of winding on. I'm not sure what exactly the issue with yours is, or what you've tried, but maybe these links will be of help ?

If you've already come across these (which is likely) and it's still not winding on, I'd recommend looking for some castle wheel videos and try to compare what theyre doing to what youre doing, and the way that your wheel is set up to theirs (your flyer or bobbin might not be on right, your drive band may be too loose, etc).

There is of course a chance that something is wrong with your wheel, but it's much more likely that you just havent totally figured it out yet, and continuing to try and varying/adjusting what youre doing will get it working right eventually.

If absolutely nothing is working after days of attempts, my next suggestion (which may not be feasible) would be to look for a local spinning guild, a wool/yarn shop, or a spinning club that you can take your wheel to and ask other spinners to help with--if its technique theyll be happy to help, if its broken they might be able to jerry rig a fix (my footman will fall off as is, but i put a hair tie around it and havent had a problem since--so fixing your wheel might be very quick and cheap or free, if it is indeed broken).

If none of that is an option, i'd probably go on ravelry and try to see if there are any wheel spinners in your area who you could meet up with. Or if thats a bust, you may be able to troubleshoot via video call, even (hell, if our timezones arent crazy i'll volunteer, but im sure youd also get volunteers on reddit or ravelry--we spinners like making more spinners, so we tend to be a helpful bunch !).

I hope you can get it working soon and start making yarns ! And if anyone has any castle wheel specific help, please comment--ive never used one (and google isnt showing me much for castle wheels specifically)

#good luck ! i cant stress enough how normal it is to be having this problem and everyone figures it out eventually #spinning #spinning wheel

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saturn-sends-hugs · 1 year

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We’re halfway through the episodes now, so guess what i’m dOING IT AGAIN WOOOOOO

UPDATED BAD BATCH EPISODE PREDICTIONS LETS GOOOOO

(there will def be spoilers for eps 1-8 in here, just so yknow!)

Ep9: The Crossing ok, im still SUPER confident this has to do with Crosshair, like COME ON!! Like the “crossing” could refer to both a physical chasm or something someone has to cross AND Crosshair trying to figure out what he wants to do now, where he stands with the empire and all that, potentially crossing over to one side or another :D

But now I’m thinking one of two things, either:

Crosshair runs into the bad batch and is clearly starting to struggle with his decision to join the empire. Like i feel like with Cody going AWOL (wheRE IS HE), Crosshair might be starting to realize that the empire isn’t helping him at all. They don’t care about him, they’re not going to support him if he ever stops being useful, and i’m hoping he might start to sort of swallow his pride and finally decide, fine, he’ll go with the batch. (And if he does run into the batch, maybe he’ll mention Echo?? Like hey where’s the reg? Mayhaps he will care just a teeny tiny bit? as a treat pls mr filoni i’m begging)

OR, he’ll run in to Rex and Echo. I don’t care if it’s from their perspective or his, but oh my GOD I WOULD LOVE THAT. It would be a great way to show what Echo and Rex are doing!!! Maybe Cross would mess with them and try to guilt Echo, like “you left them” or maybe “they finally got rid of you” (starting to get fanfic ideas hold on), but i just think it would be so fun to see these three together, especially now that Echo will pretty much be actively fighting against Crosshair

Or it’s just an exclusively Crosshair episode where he’s seriously starting to consider what’s wrong with the Empire. That would be fine too. (or maybe it’s not crosshair at all and filoni is a COWARD)

Ep10: Retrieval i’ve seen a couple theories abt this one, some people think Echo might be coming back here (i’m not too sure abt that one), beforehand i thought the batch might be retrieving Crosshair, and now i’m not too sure what i think. It could be a more filler-y episode with the batch going on another mission for Cid, but i have a couple hopeful ideas for this too:

First, i think it could easily be the bad batch getting news of some important thing they need to, well, retrieve, and then it turns out to be something unexpected. Maybe they thought it was just data and it turns out to be a person, maybe they were retrieving one thing until something/someone gets lost and now they’re retrieving that, idk! could be pretty cute :)

Or!! Maybe!! It could be Echo and Rex “retrieving” a brother!!! Maybe they find out Cody went AWOL and go to find him (which opens up a WHOLE other can of worms when we think of Rex in Rebels SO I SIMPLY WILL NOT THINK), maybe they’re doing stuff, fighting the Empire as you do and they learn about someone else, like Wolffe or Fox, and they head in to get them?

Ep11: Metamorphosis i really do think this one of mostly about one or a couple people starting to think about things differently/change their mind on something. Crosshair might start thinking about the Empire differently, Hunter might start learning to trust Omega more, especially around semi-strangers like Phee, or Omega might start pushing back against Hunter more? I mean, in ep8 we see her with Riyo telling the kaminoan lady how she’s angry, she wants to stand up to the Empire. And when Palpatine twists what they tried to do, she’s upset again; we’ve just seen lots of occasions where she agreed with Echo in wanting to do more, and I think this episode might dig into that, which would be super cool to see!

Ep12: The Outpost ok. now that Echo left with Rex, i think it gives a bit more credit to my thought that this “outpost” is one of the rebel cells Rex is working with. like that just fits to me, and the spacing of this episode with the others feels like a good spot for a Rex and Echo episode (if we’re even getting one plEASE FILONI I AM BEGGINGGG). Or it could be some sort of hideout, maybe an Empire outpost they (or the batch honestly) discover and have to figure out what to do about it.

Ep13: Pabu agAIN, IS THAT A GUY OR???? I have genuinely no clue what this one is, that’s either a planet name, a persons name, or… yeah idk but it feels like a name to me and that’s all i got

Ep14: Tipping Point well now that sounds ominous. Couple ideas:

Crosshair finally decides he’s either had enough of the empire and is rejoining the batch, or he’s had enough of letting the batch hide and he’s going to expose to the empire that their still alive (pLS NO)

The Empire becomes just impossible for the batch to hide from, Omega wants to fight back, and Hunter finally caves because there’s not much else he can do

Something horrible happens that lands Rex where we see him in Rebels. Now I know everybody thinks that’s Echo dying (nO), BUT HEAR ME OUT: What if they’re trying to do the right thing, and they go on a mission, but everything just goes so so wrong and Rex decides he can’t do it anymore :/ Maybe they end up getting another brother killed (or multiple) and when Rex decides to stop, Echo decides to go back to the bad batch, AND SURE IT WOULD BE SAD AT FIRST CAUSE HE’D BE SUPER DISCOURAGED BUT LIKE,,, MAYBE THEY’LL JUST GO LIVE ON A SWEET LITTLE PLANET WITHBOMEGA AND EVERYTHING WILL BE FINEEEEEEEE (deny dissociate daydream am i right 🫠)

Ep15: The Summit and Ep16: Plan 99 i have straight up no clue. Plan 99 REALLY sounds like something the batch would all need to be there for (COUGH COUGH CROSSHAIR AND ECHO), but the summit?? yeah i got nothing

ANYWAY, this was super fun to go through again and I’d love to hear anyone else’s predictions!! (please please distract me from the horrors my swEET BOY ECHO IS GONE AAAAA)

#tbb spoilers #sw tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #echo please be safe out there ur scaring me

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mostlymaudlin · 1 year

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Author asks: 15, 23, 29!

ty for asking!!!

15. How do you write a really good metaphor?

this is a hard one!!! ahhh this might not be as apparent in my writing anymore, but im actually not prone to figurative language. usually i just try to say things straight up. but sometimes ill look at a sentence and im like "this doesnt make me feel anything, but it should." and that's when i start thinking about tone -- like, what SHOULD it be making me feel? and what kind of connections would the narrator make that is relevant to them?

ok this is a funny one, but the metaphor i am most proud of writing is actually about an orgasm 😂 it's in thorns: "It’s the bang of a gunshot and the smoky silence that follows." i like it because neil, the narrator, has a history w guns, so it makes sense to me that he'd make this comparison. and the intensity is important to the scene, which is pretty emotionally charged.

i answered 23 here!

29. How do you plot your stories?

excessively, for one. lol.

i talked in this answer about my 3 pillars at the foundation of a story. so that's where i start. and then i kind of start structure scenes from there based on what im trying to show. i make these unhinged charts that scare my friends -- i can show u guys lol, ill put it under a read more!

so this is from my notebook for no turning back, which was really complicated and had multiple timelines going -- so i had to do a loooot of planning.

the basics of it is that i make a list of things i want to Show. i use the characters as the subjects of the list, bc most of my plots are emotional. and then on the other side is the scenes, and these kind of live in my head before this point, and sometimes i invent scenes here bc im like "well i need a place to show this"

after that i make a normal linear outline in just like a doc, organized by scene, and ill notate there what im showing in the scene -- so it's kind of like i do it backwards.

i do love this structure tho. im sure i didn't invent it, like there's probably a name for it or something similar. but i use it when im editing too -- for example, there wasn't a lot of kevin in the first draft of no turning back, but he was SO important to both andrew and neil. so i did what i called The Kevin Edit lmfao, and i made the chart for that too so that i could figure out what scenes to put the Kevin Stuff in.

wElComE tO mY tWistEd MiNd

#my writing

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koravelliumavast · 1 year

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Okay so heavy question time. Marsh’s life was pretty much ruined by hemalurgy, right? Turned into some twisted abomination, or at least, that’s how everyone else views Inqusitiors. And the spikes are what allowed Ruin to control him, and so many people were killed when Ruin used Marsh to create even more Inquisitors, and just very bad business all around. There’s no way Marsh can’t hate hemalurgy even after all it’s done for him, giving him powers and everything, because it sucks and it’s awful and I feel so bad for the poor guy. But also not because he’s my blorbo and blorbos need lots of trauma.

Anyway here’s what I’m trying to get at with this: Spook. We know he ends up experimenting with hemalurgy, spiking old people, et cetera. There’s a fairly good chance he was involved in spiking Kelsier back into a body. What does Marsh think of all of it? Of Spook’s experiments? Hell, do you think he helped? Of everyone we know, even Spook, Marsh is the one who has the most first-hand experience with hemalurgy, both with spiking others and being spiked himself.

Even if he hung onto Spook’s book (on Sazed’s orders, maybe?) I can’t imagine him not hating hemalurgy and what Spook was doing with it. In the end, Marsh is fundamentally a good person- a good person who tries to do the right thing and cares for others and wants to protect them. He’s a good person who has done some terrible things that absolutely cannot be blamed on him. He’s a good person. And so, bringing us back around to it, what does he think of Spook? About the experiments? About Kelsier being spiked to a body?

While we’re on that topic- what about Kelsier himself? Do you think that was just Spook who helped spike him back into a body, or did Marsh help? Did Kelsier figure it out all on his own?

I was really hoping to get some answers to this in Lost Metal goddamnit

Woah… ok uhh I need to reread kelsiers epilogue was he in a physical body? I thought he was still a cognitive shadow. (I forgot about the eye spike.) (also need to reread. KELSIER HAS A PHYSICAL BODY HOW THE FUCK DID I MISS THAT IM SO ANGRY AT MYSELF FOR MISSING THAT)

HOWEVER WAIT WAIT. Spook had never been confirmed to be dead. Just disappeared.

What if he did some kind of experiments with Hemulurgy and stuff and tried to help Kelsier come back and that’s why he’s spiked?

Because this is also in his coppermind article. He wants to find some way to help Kelsier. But he doesn’t know how. What if he spikes himself or something I dont know. Spitballing here. Either way where tf is spook.

This line here from Marsh coupled with this fact about Spook makes me feel like they forgot about him or like somehow lost track of him. I’m not sure. But he’s not explicitly stated to be dead which is interesting to say the least.

Ok anyway I think Marsh personally like wasnt ok with Spooks experiments. I think he’s not 100% alright with Hemalurgy use but at the same time he also calls Wax brother in the final epilogue? So I don’t know.

Also turns out Kelsier did NOT fully believe in the Sets actions at all. Maybe Marsh didn’t either but he was too weak from like a lack of Atium and whatnot because remember he was like kind of dying or whatever. Anyway I think it most definitely was a joint effort between Spook and Kelsier to do the spike but I’m not sure how they figured it all out in the first place.

(I saw this while going through his coppermind page.

But Marsh was DEFINITELY not involved. In fact the Hemalurgy experimentation might’ve torn a rift between Marsh and Spook (not that they were ever super close to begin with. But I want to think after the Catacendre they might’ve been slightly close after losing everyone else)

Sidebar: HOW DID I NOT REALIZE THAT HE HAS A PHYSICAL BODY WHAT THE SHIT ME.

#asks #tlm spoilers #the lost metal spoilers #Mistborn spoilers #so basically very unconfirmed but also I don’t know #I can’t even explain my unknowing of these VERY important kelsier facts #I’ll chalk it up to only reading cosmere first this year #cosmere #brandon sanderson #mistborn #Kelsier #all in all great questions anon #I wish I could give better answers but alas #anyways if anyone could ask Brandon where tf spook is that would be great

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ohh its fine, dont worry! but, doesnt tumblr do that automatically nowadays? put posts under a cut? i seen posts being put under a cut, but granted, idk if they do it themselves or nah lol.

yoooo legit same here!! i wasnt sure what it was about at all before i began watching it, i do like going into some stuff completely blind, having no idea whats it about and so on. i feel like it makes stuff more funny to watch? ayo if you into pirate stuff, idk if you into watching anime though, but if you lowkey are you may like it hahah. its actually really funny.

yall, i was watching so much anime these past days being sick that i legit have burnt tf outta them lol...now im just barely getting through one episode of any im watching and im like "ehhhh...thats gonna have to be it for today. maybe even for tomorrow" lmao. all i been watching is, seriously the fucking youtube shorts. its an evil cycle though, bc i'll go into it thinking "just one, this one that im clicking im gonna watch" and then the scrolling begins, until its the semi same videos popping up then i'll quit.

i agree, and i aint no fan, but i wanna know what the hell happened. whole set too uncomfy to release what happened lmaoo 😂

oh my god what a coincidence lmfao. "french izzy cant hurt you" LMFAOOO. 😂 what the hell was just witnessed LMFAOOO WHAT WAS THAT?? it sounded like all he made was some strange noises and then ohzzee OHHHZZZZEEE!!

"IT TOOK ME SEVERAL TRIES TO MUSTER THE STRENGTH TO VIEW THE WHOLE THING I KEPT PAUSING IT LMAOO" lmfaoooo im sorry thats just TOO FUNNY. 😂😂

absolutely wild to think someone being given a whole ass ship at the age of 17, thats crazy! i lowkey do wonder, bc im dumb lmfao fr i am, how does people know that people like this existed way back then. like what are the 'proofs' or whatever of them having existed. like how do they know their names too. not to be a creep but i lowkey thought you was like 18. SORRY IF THAT WAS WEIRD TO SAY. 😳

yea! they legit be puking out all these kinds of emojis but NO CAPY??? illegal! CRIMINALITY EVEN!

oh? do tell me what you'd think he could do worse lmfao, im curious... 😳 LMFAOOO you legit speak of him like you know him in person! plot twist: yall related and he is your uncle. 😳😳 hahaha jkjk!

what if you sent in some suggestions of what he could do, and the crew working on it was like "oh my...these are some good ideas lettuce try them out!" 😂

hope you have a good day! ~🐨

HIII NONNY boy oh boy did I go through an Event on the izzy hands front lmaoooo but let’s get to that in a minute shhsghs

ohh yeah I forgot that tumblr cuts off long posts now bc I’m pretty sure I just turned that feature off lmao

aw burnout’s no fun!! :( especially with something you like that much. just take it easy I think 😌 don’t push yourself to watch anything yknow

and yeah it’s crazy to think about pirating at that age!!! to answer your question I think most of our solid information about people back then is based on like surviving documents and stuff (like I’m pretty sure I found something that had a court trial involving Israel Hands?? Idk) but there’s also a lot from like, random books about pirates, which we can’t even be sure about the validity of those sources 🤔 it’s interesting to think about. but like I figure a lot of that stuff is passed down through fancy tales and stories especially when it comes to the really famous pirates. like, israel hands wasn’t that big but he did work under blackbeard, so 🤷

and don’t worry about it 😅 I’m not 18 yet sadly but you’re only a year off on that one so. no big deal lmao

anyways yeah but ON THE TOPIC OF THE DADDY THING AND CON LMAOOO so I was lowkey (highkey) freaking out recently because there was a convention :O Con O’Neill and another actor from OFMD appeared at a comic con and did a panel and I lost my MIIND lmao 😂😂 it was the first time I’ve ever gotten to hear Con really talk about Izzy since he hasn’t done any interviews for ofmd and it was super exciting!!! Plus I’m just hyperfixated on Con too so it was like. CAL HYPERFIXATION EVENT EXTREME MODE GHSHSHHS I was bouncing off the walls

he did actually talk about the daddy bit!! 😂 turns out it was indeed improvised by him on the spot and he didn’t even really register that he was doing it until he heard the words come out of his mouth GHSHSHJSJS. he then proceeded to full on growl ‘daddy’ into the mic bc he’s insane like that sggsgshsb

he also joked about taking his shirt off REPEATEDLY during the whole thing so like. I feel like that just answers your questions about this man lmaooo he’s so funny to me

I think he knows how obsessed people are with him at this point and it’s just given him FAR too much power. If he was that crazy in ofmd season 1 WITHOUT a rabid fanbase behind him I cannot fucking wait to see how insane and hilarious he could be in season 2 with all this added confidence.

but yeah there was soooo much going on that day gshsggsvs the pictures were hysterical and he said some stuff about Izzy that just made me want to laugh and cry and go insane,, I was actually thinking like damn where is my anon friend I must talk to them!!! 😂😂

PLUS THERES GONNA BE ANOTHER CONVENTION VERY SOON IM SO EXCITEDDDD

here is my insane lil man with his fellow actor ^^^ sghshhs I’m obsessed with them

really hope you’re doing well!!!!! also forgot to say this but I think just going into a show without knowing anything ab it is so funny 😂 especially with anime like who knows WHAT is gonna happen lmaoo

thank u for chatting again!!

#ask box #i think I was hyperventilating throughout like 40% of that day sghsgsggsw

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uselessd4ydreams · 2 months

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one year later

her

i squint my eyes along the neat row of red-brick terraced houses, my heart pounding. i wasn’t sure if i was ready yet, if it was a good idea, how id react, how he’d react. i wasn’t sure if it was time to see each other again after a little over a year. the last time we’d met ended with him sobbing in my arms with the thought of losing me, moving on. i told him to talk to the pretty girl with auburn hair and a golden soul, move on. the time before that he’d forced himself inside of me.

i hadn’t healed from it yet, not at all. the thought of a man above me still made my breathing unsteady, my heart race and my palms clammy - leaving me with a mascara stained face. but i had forgiven him. he was young, i was young, i deserved it anyway. it was my karma for all those nights he spent plastered to his phone telling me “stay alive”, “don’t cut”, “you’re worthy of life”. nights he could’ve spent hunched over textbooks and a computer. studying, studying, studying. maybe then he would have got the grades he deserved.

i notice the four blood red indents on my palm and release, let go, breathe. and then i see him, a figure. same black puffer, same unsteady stride, different him. i find the corners of my mouth unwillingly branching into a smile, only to notice the same repressed grin mirrored on his face.

it’s always been us i think to myself, nothing changes. my heart beams and we come together again. we embrace in something that is more than a hug. more than holding each other. my head still fits in the crook of his neck perfectly and he still smells like freshly washed linen and home. he rests his head on mine as he did before, taking in the scent of cocoa butter and oils of my hair. his hands grasp my waist and i feel the rush of his pulse. it connects with mine and we make our own rhythm. im sorry, im sorry, im sorry.

it’s just us on this street which seems to stretch for miles with these identical terraced houses. “we’ll be alright” i whisper into his neck.

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him

“what the fuck am i doing” i mutter, locking the front door and zipping up my coat.

i try and remember the last time i saw her. i tried to purge so many of those memories of her throughout our time apart that everything is just foggy now. her name flashes up on my phone again, she’s on my road. the last time she was here we were still together, we were in the honeymoon phase. the love we had was untarnished, things were simpler. she was learning my native language back then on duolingo. god she drove me crazy with that shit. playing it on full volume and screaming into that stupid app. she was never any good either, she never could quite remember enough to have a full conversation - we’d end up going in circles talking about the menu and that her mum was nice and her dad was tall. but now i’d do anything to hear her absolutely butcher “i love you” in my mother tongue again. anything to feel her burrow her way into my chest seeking home. anything to kiss her again, love her.

i keep walking up my road towards her. my heart is racing and i can’t quite pinpoint what it is i’m feeling. these last few months since she reached out to me and broke no contact have only made me both hate and love her a thousand times more. she’s more mature now and prettier too - although i’m not sure whether i’m allowed to think that. but she’s still the same twisted girl. when she’s down she spirals and she leaves me to coil her back up and fit her into place. but when she’s up, god she ignites that spark in me i’ve been missing - needing - all this time.

i hear the tinny sound of some soul singer and her quick little footsteps and i know it’s her and those bloody headphones. i feel butterflies swarming in my stomach and force myself to look at my battered airforces as i walk towards her. after all this time she’s made her way back to me. it us again and again and again. i can’t help but smile as i look up at her. she’s beautiful. her hair is braided, she still wears that tote bag, her nose is pierced now too and i notice she’s still wearing those converse she bought with me in the shopping centre. her body is fuller now too: her jeans stretch over her hips and i notice how her top strains across her chest. my heart wobbles over noting just how much i’ve missed, how much she’s changed. she’s blossomed without me. oh but she’s grinning! her pink braces twinkle , kissed by the sunshine, as she walks towards me.

and that’s when she wraps her arms around me, just like before. if this was before i’d be conscious of my neighbours watching, my parents watching, even the rare chance a friend was driving by. but without a second thought i held her waist and pulled her close, breathing in cocoa butter, vanilla and home. she’s still the same girl i note as she nuzzles her head into my neck and grips me so i hard my skin flares red. but it’s her so i let her hurt me because i know her joy is worth a thousand times more than my split second of pain. i feel the beat of her heart through her waist and match mine to it. we’re both pumping out the same message: “im sorry, im sorry, im sorry”. and i know neither of us will forgive the acts of the other but love conquers grudges and she is mine and i am hers once again.

she echoes my thoughts as she murmurs “we’ll be alright” and for a moment, i believe her.

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oriorchids · 2 years

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Hello! Sorry to comment this here and not on ao3 but i dont have an account there 😅

i just wanted to say i just read the first chapter of your twst x pmmm crossover and i am so excited!! i love pmmm and always thought it was such a shame there wasn’t more crossover works considering just how many parallels and shared elements are in both, so i was so thrilled when i saw Connection.

Also i love that your working in elements of magia record, the dopple system compared with the phantoms of overblots has always been so cool to me so when in the fic you mentioned magia record elements too i just was like !!! i cant wait to see what you do with all these cool elements

ok ok enough raving about the concept lets get into the wonderful things in the fic itself. i love the way youve characterized yuu and their siblings so far! They seem like a fun trio and i hope we get to see their dynamic more in like flashbacks since yuu is currently isekai’ed 😔 speaking of that 👀 loving the transition of yuu fighting that witch and getting caught of guard, and then being taken by the carriage, was yuu taken out in the fight or maybe they were like summoned 🤔 either way I’m sure their siblings are absolutely freaking out, i wonder if they’ll be able to do anything on their end to investigate, maybe tracking down someone with a wish specific enough to help.

I cant wait to see more of this yuu in twisted wonderland, how their past will shape their interactions with the characters, gonna be giving azul such side eye when he mentions contracts like 😑 ‘kyubey is this your humansona??’ or somethin haha. i wonder if they’ll try and keep it secret, if they can, you mentioned the issue of them not really having a way to recharge their magic in the summary which has me nervous but excited because who doesn’t love the looming threat of angst.

ok that was a lot of words but im so excited to see where you take this, your writings so good and i look forward to more of your work! Great job and have a good day!! :D

aaaaaaaaa thank you so much!! yeah when i was scrolling through the fandom tag i kept looking for works that were related to pmmm in some way or have it as a crossover. i got like. one fic. and it was just tagged “pmmm references” and i didn’t really want to read it because it was both ongoing and long.

magia record holds a special place to my heart and i miss the days the en server was still there. i know nothing of what happens after the first arc but that will not stop me from making references to it. doppels are just very fun to me.

funnily enough, both hotaru and kohaku are older ocs than yuu, who was made for the fic. i think i actually stole yuu’s abilities as a healer from hotaru, and changed hotaru’s ability to something else. kohaku was never fleshed out before writing this, though. i think she originally had more protective shield-based abilities, but i gave her super-strength here due to the differing circumstances. i tried to make them a pretty decent trio, and i’m glad you like their dynamic! and on that last part, possibly. they’re not going to be standing around and waiting, that’s for sure.

yuu’s interactions with the twst crew will be interesting, i think. azul’s contracts are probably a little less extreme than kyubey’s, just because they can be broken and don’t lead to an eventual death by monsters or turning into a monster. then again that seems pretty innate for twst mages. and the grief seed issue is certainly an issue. hopefully they can figure out how to fix that.

i’m glad you enjoyed the first chapter!! and tbh lots of words are always welcomed i like being talked to about my writing. hope you have a good day as well!

#ori answers #twst #i should probably post connection to tumblr huh #eh maybe later

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vilithshaven · 2 years

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himbo god reader and diluc <33 im pretty sure she's homeless, and just imagine diluc finding out she's their real god and letting her live in dawn winery !! she's just a huge headache tho, always trying to lift his claymore and play with it.

DILUC WITH HIMBO!GOD

Diluc is pretty, that's really all I have to say. Hope you enjoy~

-Vin

DILUC

Angel's Share was lively at night, the light from the bar shining onto the pavement and loud drunken shouts could be heard from outside.

Lively laughter filled the building as the patrons enjoyed a late night drink, knights, bards and citizens all chatted with one another.

The bards providing free entertainment, slurring their words as they sang. The knights howling with laughter and falling out of their chairs while the citizens of Mondstat were either passed out drunk, or about to be.

And Unfortunately for Diluc, he had the night shift.

His coat was off and hung on the coat rack, leaving him in a casual attire with a white button up and black vest. He kept his hands gloved as he wiped down the glasses and served customers, leaning against the counter behind the bar. He felt his hair tickle his neck causing him to shiver slightly. Putting down the clean glass, he took off his gloves and tied up his bright red hair in a high ponytail.

Resuming back to his previous actions, he kept an eye out for everyone in the bar, knowing how people get when they're drunk. So far his late night patrons have been on good behavior, which is saying something seeing the current state of the bar. He let them be though, not really involving himself unless violence started.

The door chimed indicating another customer, Diluc sighed knowing he's not going home anytime soon and welcomed them in.

"Hi Diluc!" The familiar voice made him snap his head up, shocked to see his god there, waving at him.

He almost dropped the glass he was wiping down at their sudden appearance before quickly composing himself and clearing his throat.

"What are you doing out so late at night?" He wondered, it worried him that they came alone.

His god only hummed before walking behind the bar and grabbing a bottle off the shelf.

"I saw that the lights were on and it seemed like people were having fun!" Was all they said before trying to open the bottle by twisting it.

Diluc sighed grabbing the bottle out of their hands.

"You can't drink this"

His god pouted with a tilt of their hand, looking like a puppy.

"Why not it's just juice isn't it? made from fruit?"

Poor Diluc just turned them back around and sat them on a nearby stool, his hands stayed on their shoulders as they looked up at him.

"I'll take you home afterwards" He whispered in their ear, figuring it was hard to hear in the lively tavern.

All they did was nod in return and leaned back into the wall next to them. Diluc was glad they didn't put up much of a fight, knowing how stubborn they can be sometimes to the weirdest things.

Diluc went back to his duties all while keeping a good eye on his god, their presence calmed down his irritation and frustration from dealing with drunkards all night.

An hour passed with the usual patrons passing out on the floor, the place starting to quiet down. He looked over to his god after a busy clean up only to see them giggling, their face slightly red.

He walked up to them and grabbed their chin, making them look up at him. Getting closer he lightly sniffed and grimaced, the smell of alcohol was prominent on their breath.

"Diluuccc" They slurred "That juice was so good! very sweet"

Diluc frowned and picked them up bridal style making them cling onto him tightly as their world spun.

"I told you not to drink it.." He mumbled.

"Huh? I can't hear you!" They shouted in his ear.

Diluc walked out, knowing that Charles will soon come for his shift. He made sure to grab his coat and cover their body with it in his arms, the extra weight not bothering him.

He silently walked towards the gates of Mondstat before realizing he had no idea where to go. Looking down at them, it didn't seem like they were sobering up but he might as well ask anyways.

"Where do you live?"

His god leaned their head back and closed their eyes and pointing up at the sky.

"Nowhere!" They yelled bringing their hand back down and patting his cheek.

"I just find a place to sleep and then sleep" They explained.

Diluc froze for a moment, all this time his god has been homeless. They have been sleeping outside in the cold and rainy nights. Their casual remark about it worried him greatly, no wonder they were alone when they came to his tavern.

Maybe they sought him out for shelter? ..Oh he's blushing.

Diluc cleared his throat and started walking to the bridge of Mondstat, now heading towards Dawn Winery.

He'll make sure they live a life of comfort, spoiled with the luxuries he could afford. The softest bedding in their room and maids on their beck and call, their favorite food ready made anytime.

"Heyy where are we going? to your place?" They gasped.

"Does this mean I can play with your claymore?! Oh please! Pretty please!" They started begging making Diluc flustered, the sight of his god pleading up to him in his arms making him extremely embarrassed.

"I doubt you could even lift it." They pouted at his answer and crossed their arms underneath his coat.

"Yes I can! I lift up florbs all the time!"

Diluc furrowed his brows, not knwoing what 'florbs' are. Were they a new monster? Should he keep an eye out?

"You know those..flying..orb thingies..that attack people!" They took their arms out of the coat and cupped their hands making a circle to demonstrate.

Diluc's concern was only heightened at their explanation, his god was lifting up Eye of the Storms? on the regular? Where are the other acolytes when this is going on?!

"My claymore is surely heavier than a..florb." He stated, not really sure as the monster usually vanishes once it's destroyed so it's mass was unknown.

"I'm a god! A claymore is nothing to me!" They laughed victoriously.

Their loud conversation could be heard throughout the night as he headed towards Dawn Winery, his simple replies followed by drunken laughter. Heat spread throughout his chest, he truly loved his god.

#genshin impact sagau #genshin impact #self aware genshin #sagau #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin cult au #himbo god #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader

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burnedbyshoto · 3 years

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for want of a bento box

– It’s plain and simple, you see, someone is stealing your bento boxes and you will find your lunch thief! Or, in which Todoroki Shouto keeps taking your bento box and you declare war.

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pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: fluff, cursing, shouto is a bad chef, I believe I made reader pretty gender neutral but I whipped this out in two hours and I can no longer remember if I used any fem!pronouns but im pretty sure I didn’t

word count: 3,060

a/n: this is for the wonder coworker bnharem collab! I had intended on writing a completely different theme and storyline but was very overwhelmed by how much time it actually needed to be written compared to the amount of time I actually had. that version will be out another time! but for now, enjoy some pure flufffffff!!!!

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Having a normal, functioning, well-paying job was probably the most desirable thing to you. It wasn’t to say that you were slacking or that you were homeless, broke, and never to be seen again because you were that in debt. But it was nice having a job!

When you entered the prestigious Toshinori Company, you joined not as an entry-level job employee but as a senior representative. You thought it was crazy.

It had to be crazy.

You had no prior experience, and now you were going to be in charge and the lead in certain areas?!

“And that was the entire layout of the office!” Mina chirped happily, throwing herself onto the desk chair across from yours with a big smile. “Any questions?”

“I don’t think so,” you mutter, brows creased as you look around the room again.

The office space was ample, sleek, open. Each desk has its own grand computer that you currently could not afford with your own money, comfortable chairs, and beautiful wood desks. It was elegant, far superiorly fancy, and yet, you didn’t feel out of place. Strange.

“Oh!” you say with a roll of your eyes as you reach below your desk to bring up your packed lunch. “Where was the break room again? I need to refrigerate my food!”

“Omg, of course, come this way!” Mina grins, standing up and motioning you to follow her. You smile gratefully and do.

The entire way to the office, Mina takes the time to point at the many different people on the floor and give them names. Everyone so far had sort of acknowledged you earlier as Mina was giving you the official tour. Some were much more open and friendly, and some had sneers or blank stares that left you dumbstruck.

Definitely a personable group.

“Hm, well, I guess Todoroki-kun isn’t here today?” Mina mutters as you enter the break room that has couches and comfortable-looking chairs. “Such a shame! You would have loved to see the office hottie!”

You snort at that, lips curled into a granulous smile as you place your plastic container with food into the fridge. “I’m sure I’ll live,” you brush off the fact that there was an absent person on your floor today.

“That’s the thing, though,” Mina points a finger at you, a lone eyebrow raised and a confident smirk on her face. “You won’t be thinking that again the moment you see him!”

You laugh, eyes crinkling as Mina joins your laughter. Eventually, she motions for the both of you to leave, and you nod in understanding. And with a weird sense of comfort and belonging, you realized that this job was going to be good.

Eventually, you had been working at Toshinori Company for two months.

Sixty-two days to be precise, and in all that time, you had only met Todoroki Shouto once. Even then, you had only seen the man walking through the office with a blank face, fingers in his pockets as two other men were walking in front of him, bickering lightly.

Had Mina not quite literally thrown herself across the table and gripped the collar of your shirt and twisted your head to look at him, you would have never caught a glimpse at the man with red and white hair. The three of them walked into the break room and came back out with their own lunches before leaving.

And that was it.

You had learned that the three of them (Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, and Bakugou Katsuki) were within your department but worked very closely with the very high up members within the company. Many rumors pointed at one of the three taking over the company when the current CEO stepped down. They were, however, on the roster for your floor; they just never appeared except to pick up their lunches. Something they seemed to come to grab whenever you were a) way too fucking busy or b) not in the room.

You weren’t too bothered, though.

It wasn’t like you were trying to date one of them! You had only wanted to say hi.

Now, at ninety days, you had your first and probably most crucial evaluation.

Toshinori Yagi, the man who founded and currently ran this company, sat before you, looking at papers within a folder with tired but kind blue eyes. He nodded, impressed (hopefully), making small comments about the work you had been able to accomplish, a smile becoming a warming grin as he looked up.

“I’m impressed by the performance you’ve managed to attend to despite the short while you’ve been here, y/l/n-shojo,” Toshinori spoke, his fingers threading together and placing them onto the table. “I knew it was an excellent decision to put you in that position, and you exceeded my entire expectation!”

You flushed at that, lips twitching as you attempted to suppress that smile of yours.

“Thank you, Toshinori-san,” you practically wheeze as he waves off your thanks.

“No need to thank me, you’ve done all this work!” he laughs, tired eyes closing with a glorious supply of crow's feet blooming at the corner of his eyes. “Typically, at these evaluations, I ask a bunch of questions because there isn’t too much anyone can do in their first ninety days, I must admit.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm, but because I am curious, is there anything that has been happening as of late that you feel needs to be addressed with me?”

You felt yourself stiffen but knew your one and only complaint was not something to bring up in this setting.

“No, nothing,” you shrug, and Toshinori beams.

“I’m glad!”

Now, the problem.

The big, fat, stinky, hooligan, wanting to throttle someone problem.

For the past sixty of your ninety days, someone has been stealing your lunch.

Yes, you heard that correctly; someone was stealing your damn lunch! Every morning you woke up and prepared a delicious bento box for yourself. Some days you went as far as cutting shapes into your fruits and veggies just to make yourself grin. You weren’t the best chef in the world, but your bento boxes were pretty enough to make up for it, in your opinion. But the thing is, every day when you went into the communal fridge, you noticed two things.

One, your bento box was no longer in the same place, and two, the bento box was not yours at all.

The food was disastrously organized. Rice and lettuce spilling out in every partition in the box. The fruit and veggies often packed in this box had multiple cuts in them, implying that whoever did this was less than ideal with a knife. The meat was often oversalted, the sushi never sitting together, and everything was just… not it.

The first time you had sighed and eaten it, grumbling about how your precious lunch was stolen. But you had quickly figured out that it was inedible, and Mina, Uraraka, and Yaoyorozu thank god, offered to share their meals.

Seeing that you were distressed about how someone stole your egg and octopus sausages one day, Mina declared that they would watch the break room for whoever was stealing your light blue bento box. The first day you staked out, you had done it with Mina. But ten minutes into waiting around, you needed to pee. So you stood up and left in a hurry, leaving Mina alone.

But when you returned, Mina was gone, instead standing by Kirishima’s desk with a bright grin and a stance that screamed that she heard something she liked (gossip, possible in-office romance, a love confession?). Her jaw dropped as she noticed you and Kirishima had turned and waved in your direction as you raced into the break room to open the fridge, and sure enough, your bento was gone.

The next time, you staked out with Uraraka. Your arms were folded, your bladder cleared, and your lips twisted into a pout as you glared and stared down every single member who entered the room. Uraraka whispered to you her guesses about just who might be the thief, every other person rating an 8/10 likelihood of stealing your lunch.

But as the both of you sat there, your eyes narrowed at each passerby, no one came to collect your bento today.

“Deku-kun, no packed lunch today?” Uraraka asked as the green, curly-haired man you had only met once previously raced into the break room, grabbing the extra chopsticks meticulously hidden in the third bottom draw.

“Ah, Uraraka-san, y/l/n-san! Uh, no,” Midoriya greeted you both, who apparently responds to the nickname Deku, laughs off as he grabs a handful of napkins. “Todoroki-kun left all our lunches in his car by accident, and well… they spoiled… Kacchan’s pissed, so I ran off to get lunch for us today!”

Uraraka laughed, shaking her head, “Leave it to Todoroki-kun to act that way.”

Midoriya laughed, bright and clearly in agreement, “You should have seen his face when Kacchan asked for his lunch! I swear–”

“HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GRAB FUCKING CHOPSTICKS, SHIT-KU! I’M FUCKING STARVING!” a voice roared from nowhere near the entrance of the break room. You did, however, jump a bit, eyes turning toward the break room entrance to see the blond man (Bakugou? Kacchan? You had no idea which was correct) near the entrance of the floor.

“It’s only been a minute, Kacchan, relax!” Midoriya laughs, completely unaffected by the startling shout as he waves goodbye to both you and Uraraka before leaving, joining Bakugou as the both of them seem to talk comfortably… well, maybe more like bickering.

“Why are they–”

“Childhood friends, apparently,” Uraraka sighed, but the smile on her face betrays her exasperation.

No one stole your bento that day.

Yaoyorozu took up the third stake out, the two of you idly chatting about tea. You honestly had no idea what to talk about with Yaomomo; she was often just so elegant and mature despite being your age. When you learned that her family was in charge of the Yaoyorozu Corp, it had been strangely easy to accept that.

It made sense.

So as the two of you stood at the kitchen sink, boiling water for tea Yaomomo swore would be the best matchup for your packed nigiri, the both of you missed the man who walked into the room, opened the fridge, and took your lunch.

“I… I am so sorry,” Yaomomo apologized, head bowed dangerously low as the both of you looked at the sloppily cut salmon in your not actual bento. “Please eat my food in reparation.”

“No, it’s okay,” you sigh, chewing on the somehow still warm salmon. “I deserved this loss.”

Luck was just on this man's side, it seemed. No matter what you did, you could never catch the man in action, and you were ready to give up.

But this was the last attempt you said to yourself as you returned to your office floor, the evaluation done, and the rest of your life coming to light. You could do this. No! You WOULD do this!

“Why don’t you just put your name on your bento box?” Bakugou asked, a lone eyebrow raised in what you could only assume was judgment and pity. The explosive man was standing in the doorway of the breakroom, watching as you and Mina were trying to climb up the counters of the breakroom to grab the camera you had previously planted. “Obviously, it doesn’t have your name on it.”

“Um,” you squeak, having been obviously caught by someone who intimidated you just the slightest bit. “That’s a good idea, thank you, Bakugou-san.”

“Tch, whatever, just clean up the damn counters, fucking nasty standing up on there. Some people prepare their food there.”

“We would never forget to do that!” you argue, desperate to not leave a bad impression on this man.

“I don’t know much about you, but I know raccoon eyes over there would.”

“MY NAME IS MINA!”

“Like I care.”

He left without so much as a wave but did seem to nod with his departure. You sighed as you hopped off the counter, Mina grabbing the cleaning supplies as she cursed out the long-gone man under her breath.

But you were looking at the fridge with your missing bento box.

“I can’t believe I never put my name on it.”

“It’s okay! Not even Yaomomo thought of it, so I say we are still smart!”

It was the next day, you were at your desk, anxious as hell as you did your work, trying not to focus on the fact that it was lunchtime and you were actively avoiding the break room. You wondered if they wouldn’t come and collect it today. If somehow they were an asshole and wouldn’t care if your name was on it! What would happen then? What if it was someone like Bakugou who was taking your lunch? What then? You were sure you would cave in slight fear and major intimidation if he said that your lunch was his now.

“Want a cutie while we wait, cutie?” Mina asked, waving the small tangerine in her fingers as she grins.

“Please,” you say in gratitude for the food because you were starving. “Thank you.”

Eventually, you lost track of what was happening, becoming all too invested in the conversation that Mina was telling you about that involved Kaminari, Kirishima, Bakugou, Midoriya, twenty-seven Red Bulls, fifteen Monsters, and five shots of sake. It seemed that the former two were quite big instigators when they wanted to be, and the latter two were unable to back away from challenges, especially when the other was involved.

“Y/l/n?” an unfamiliar voice called from behind you, and you turned partially in your chair as you looked behind you.

Standing behind you was a tall man with red and white hair, and from this distance, you noticed immediately that his eyes were a deep grey and brilliant blue.

Todoroki Shouto.

“T-Todoroki-san!” you greet him back, voice unable to keep from trembling as your nerves shot up. What was going on? You two had never interacted before! He was always gone, never present, and whenever he was in the office, it seemed that you weren’t there.

He cleared his throat and raised up two identical bento boxes.

“It seems… I have apparently been stealing your bento boxes,” he concludes, pressing the blue bento box with your name written on it into your hands.

Your jaw drops as your fingers curve around the cool plastic, eyes blinking up a storm as you try to abstain from laughing high pitched and ugly like.

“It was you?!”

A pink color blooms onto his cheeks as he averts his eye contact with you and nods slowly, “I am so sorry.”

“I just… how?!” you exclaim, exasperated, this man obviously being a bit dense if he had no idea he was taking your bento box!

“I prepare my bento boxes the night before, and I don’t really remember what I put into them….” Todoroki explains slowly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, his tongue clicking the roof of his tongue. “I just thought that my cooking was improving and that I was somehow doing an amazing job.”

The grin that overcomes your face is one of subtle, strange fondness and soft warmth. “I can tell you that you probably haven’t improved much,” you tease, opening your bento box to see your prepared meal for the day.

Cucumber salad, bulgogi beef, rice, and some fruit.

It was packed exactly how you remembered.

“I can’t believe I finally get to eat a meal I prepared,” you continue to tease, your eyes moving up to meet Todoroki, who was also looking at your bento previously. “Thank you for returning my meals and apologizing.”

“It was nothing,” Todoroki waved off with a single hand before opening up his own disastrously assembled bento box. It looked worse than usual today. Everything was just thrown in, it seemed. You saw egg and rice, but everything else in there was indescribable. He smiles at you before sighing at his bento. “This looks more like my stuff.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “You want to share my bento box? I’m sure you probably don’t want to return to that.”

“No, it’s okay,” Todoroki gently declined, although he looked at your bento with great want. He cleared his throat, gaze moving to lock on yours, and you swore his cheeks were still pink but no longer from embarrassment. “I just wanted to come and apologize for stealing your lunch for so long and to thank you for the meals; they were all delicious. Especially the soba you had made.”

“It’s all good; it’s in the past now,” you say gently, somehow finding yourself falling for a man you’ve barely just begun to talk with. The both of you stare at each other, and your skin feels warm. You chuckle, gaze averting for a moment before returning as you tease him. “Although, if you steal from me again, I’m not so sure if I’ll be so lenient.”

“It won’t happen again, promise,” Todoroki smiles, and you feel your spine melt. “But I would love to make it up to you somehow. I can make you dinner one night or something?”

You laugh, head shaking, “No, absolutely not; I don’t trust your cooking skills just yet. But you can definitely take me out to dinner.”

“Yeah, I can definitely do that,” Todoroki agrees, and the both of you fall silent as the shy stares continue. “Does, um… is Friday at seven okay with you?”

“That works,” you say, and Todoroki smiles.

“Good, I’ll uh, see you then?”

“See you,” you agree with a sweet smile before turning around, your fingers raised in a small wave.

You turn to see Mina, Uraraka, and Yaomomo staring at you, eyes comically wide and so very intrigued.

“Oh… my… GOD!” Mina shrieked as Todoroki walks away, and you shriek as she jumps across the table and shakes you, screaming about office romances and meet-cutes being entirely too underrated. “PROMISE ME I’LL BE INVITED TO THE WEDDING!!!!”

“MINA!”

It would take about three years of dating, several months of teaching Shouto how to cook, which resulted in a few bellyaches. Still, eventually yes, Mina would be invited to your wedding.

#todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #mha

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Papa’s Punishment

alternative title: Accidentally Fucking Around and Finding Out

ive been working on this for so long and im sick of lookin at it

rating: explicit/nsfw

Copia x f reader

contains: dom copia, possible abuse of power, spanking, and pet play.

You had dozed, then awakened to find that you were still bound in Copia's ornate bed-chamber deep within the abbey walls.

No, he wasn't Copia anymore. He was Papa now. And you had to address him as such when he wore the paint. That was what he said when he had his Ghouls drag you into his chamber after you had called him the silly little nickname that the other sisters called him behind his back as a joke. Ratman. It was innocent enough since he was fond of the small rodents, or so you thought. Copia's face had grown dark as soon as you uttered it, and it frightened you enough to fall silent after a fit of giggles. Then he reached out and gripped your chin tight before leaning close to address you.

"Mm. Funny." He said in a way that sounded like he didn't find it funny at all and glared down at you, "It is bold of you to be disrespectful to your Papa when he wears the paint. And that is all I will be to you now. I'm not Copia, not Cardinal, and especially not Ratman. I am Papa, and I will not accept any other title, sister. Perhaps a little lesson is in order so you will remember this."

Before you could say anything, Copia snapped his fingers, and that was when his two Ghouls surrounded you, grabbed you by the arms, and marched down the halls with you in tow. Everyone within the corridors stopped and watched as the Ghouls dragged you along. Two sisters from the convent whispered to each other and turned their gazes away as if they might be taken away at any second too. They knew where you were going, and it was sure as hell somewhere they didn't want to be, for it was a place of great shame and mystery. You let your head drop in humiliation before your peers, not standing the way they saw you. It was a relief when you finally arrived at Copia's chamber and were taken inside. You said nothing to the Ghouls as they fastened leather cuffs around your ankles, then bound your hands over your head with silk rope.

"Sorry, sister," One of them had said. They removed the coif and veil of your habit, then pulled out the pins that held your hair in place so that it fell loose, "We're just following Papa's orders. I'm sure you understand."

All you gave them was a contemptuous look until they left.

You had struggled against your restraints until you eventually gave up, falling asleep despite your buttocks pushing against the hard stone wall behind you. How long had that been? There was no clock or window in the room, so it was hard for you to tell. Perhaps a few hours. Long enough for you to wake up with a sore neck, anyway. The room itself lay in shadow and unbroken stillness. You winced as you turned your head to look around the room. The only illumination offered to you was from a small antique lamp on an ink-stained writing desk in the corner. The dim light threw long uneven shadows on the high arched ceiling above. A king-sized bed sat against the wall opposite you with a canopy bed frame draped with black cloth. It made it look like a dark, cavernous mouth that was ready to swallow you whole. A tall mahogany bookshelf containing several taxidermied rats positioned in various poses stood near the door. You made a face at the furry ornaments. It was definitely Copia's room.

Your stomach growled, and the sound of it in the stillness of the room made it seem more like a lion's roar. How long Copia planned to keep you in here and what his intentions were, you didn't know for sure. You just hoped he wouldn't starve you. The thought sent a sudden jolt of panic through you; your mind flashed images of you left to rot in a cell in the abbey basement. You knew that the cells had been abandoned for centuries, just collecting dust and acting as storage for Yuletide decorations. But Copia had changed since he finally became Papa Emeritus IV. You had always thought him awkward as a Cardinal, sometimes even amusing in his antics, but he was always just that: awkward, no one to be scared of. It was a curious and abrupt transformation; He held his head high now, and his stride was no longer unsure or clumsy. When he wore the paint, he had an air of authority, of strength and pride no one knew he had. He wanted respect, and he demanded it among the clergy with an iron fist. Everyone was to address him as Papa only and woe unto anyone who didn't comply. At first, you had to admit his newfound confidence in his power was something to admire, covet even. That is until the sisters of the order were no longer safe from his wrath, then it became something to be feared. Copia had forgiven slips of the tongue and had given warnings that he said he would only offer once. If it happened again, however, there would be a severe punishment to follow.

Sister Claire was the first to be punished. Claire had always been hotheaded and often butted heads with her superiors for the sake of her own amusement. She had been no different with Copia two months ago. On your way to your weekly duty to clean the chapel, you stumbled upon Copia, two Nameless Ghouls, and Claire in the middle of the empty hall. You seemed to go unnoticed by all four. Curious, you slipped into one of the corridor's alcoves and peeked around the corner, as not to be seen. As you listened closely, you caught the tail end of a heated argument over the state of the abbey's gardens. Claire was on a tirade, ranting about how Copia's lack of dedication to employing a proper gardener made the grounds look like it was in shambles. She had addressed the new Papa as Cardinal several times, much to Copia's irritation. The former Cardinal stood back with folded arms and a frown while the hot-blooded sister babbled on about how this needed attention and how that needed fixing. She addressed him incorrectly the entire time. It amazed you how bullheaded Claire could be.

"Cara," Copia finally interrupted after Claire had called him Cardinal for the fifth time, his voice becoming stern. "I understand that you're upset, but I have made it more than clear that everyone within this church is to call me Papa. And frankly, I will not tolerate your blatant disregard for my rules."

"Don't you 'Cara' me!" Sister Claire shot back, " And I'll call you Papa when I'm damn well good and ready. But until then, I think I'll keep calling you Cardinal, Cardinal."

"Basta! Enough!" Copia shouted suddenly, grabbed Claire by the wrist, and dragged her behind him as he headed further down the hall, luckily away from your direction. "I have been patient with you, sister, with all of you. But no more!"

Claire resisted, trying to wrench from his grasp and yelling at him to let her go. Copia ignored this and tugged her along anyway. When she started cursing and slapping at him, Copia gestured for a Ghoul to take her about the waist and carry her. Claire shrieked like a banshee and kicked her legs in the air when she was lifted. Copia gave the Ghoul a sharp command for them to silence her, and the Ghoul clapped a hand over Claire's mouth, muffling the scream as they hauled her away. You watched the whole display in shock, unable to move or look away. When all four of them disappeared around a corner, you crept out from your hiding place on shaky legs. You quickly made your way to the chapel without encountering anyone else, and it was a relief to you. You tried to put what you saw out of your head, but as you tended to your regular duties, the sound of Claire's screams resonated in your head.

You didn't see Sister Claire again until late into the evening. She seemed no worse for wear, having neither a bruise nor scratch on her. But she was timid, quiet, and obedient, you noticed when Sister Imperator asked her to sweep and wash the floor, which she almost scurried to do. When the other sisters asked her where she had been, Claire just shook her head frantically. Her pretty face grew red, and a look of shame and fear that concerned you twisted her features.

"I can't tell you!" was all she said and nothing more.

It wasn't too long until other insubordinate sisters fell victim to Copia's fury. Each one disappeared into his chambers for hours at a time, and when they were set free, none of them spoke of what they went through. You could only speculate, and what you brewed up in your head terrified you. All manner of dark medieval tortures often raced by: pears of anguish, iron chairs, Spanish donkeys, breast rippers, and thumbscrews. You knew all of that was impossible, however. None of the other sisters had a mark on them when they returned; they barely even a hair out of place, so what kind of punishment was wicked enough to force them all into silence? Whatever it was, you tried so hard to avoid it. You never spoke out of turn, tended to your duties without complaint, you even baked a cake for Copia on his birthday. But despite all your effort, misfortune still befell you over a joke that wasn't even that funny. Your throat tightened as tears began to prickle behind your eyes, and you dreaded what kind of torment waited for you in this dark room.

You were almost lost in your contemplation of it all when you heard the heavy wooden door open. You saw the tall, lean figure of Copia enter the room and close the door behind him, a plate of food in one hand and a blood-red velvet bag in the other. He almost seemed like a specter, dressed in a figure-hugging black suit --the one that you said he looked handsome in to gain his favor. His face was bare of paint, save for his eyes. He had lined them with black, smudged eyeliner, making his mismatched gaze smoldering and intense.

He made his way to you with both items in hand. He stayed back a few feet, the velvet bag swinging slightly at his side. The faint aroma of roasted chicken found your nose, and the delectable smell of it made your mouth water. Copia gazed at you with narrow eyes, his expression unreadable. You lowered your eyes and sucked in a breath, petrified of what was to come. You waited for yelling, cursing, for the food to be thrown at you, anything, but Copia just muttered something under his breath, went to place the plate and bag on the bed, then returned to undo all your restraints. You stood there free with stiff, aching arms. You wanted to stretch them but didn't dare make any movement that Copia might disapprove of. You kept your eyes down, only bringing them up once to see Copia sit on the edge of the bed with the plate in his lap, then darting them back to the floor. You felt the subtle pressure of his gaze on you for what seemed like a long time.

"Come here." Copia finally broke the silence.

You obeyed and took a tentative step forward.

"No." He said sharply, making you freeze, "On your hands and knees. Crawl to me."

Your head jerked up, eyes wide in shocked disbelief. Your breathing hitched, and your heart started to hammer. You hesitated, and Copia frowned at you. He raised his gloved hands and slapped them together once, hard. It sounded like the cracking of a whip in the quiet. "Now, sister."

You let out a little yelp and dropped to your knees. You hurried as you crawled over to Copia, stopping just before his feet. He gave a hum of satisfaction.

"Ah, excellent. You're obedient. That is good, my dear. It will make your ordeal go more smoothly."

Ordeal. The word made you shudder.

"But first, you must be hungry, si? You've been waiting here a long time."

Your stomach let out another grumble. You said nothing. You kept your eyes fixed on the glossy leather of Copa's black shoes as your apprehension deepened. You didn't want to look up at him; all at once, he seemed large, mighty, and terrible, like he could crush you underneath those patent leather soles if he so desired. He could make you suffer, and no one would witness it. It was just you and Copia. You and Papa.

"Say 'yes, Papa' or 'no, Papa,'" Copia said. "And I'm sure I don't need to tell you to be respectful."

"I...I-" You stammered, then you swallowed hard, trying to compose yourself, "Yes, Papa."

"Good girl." He said. "Now, kneel up and look at me."

You did as commanded, and you realized as you looked up at him that you were crying. Through the blur of tears, you saw Copia's hand reach for your face. You flinched a little, then relaxed when you only felt the fingers wipe away your tears and smooth your hair back almost affectionately.

"Oh, come now. I have not been mean just yet, my dear. Don't cry." He soothed, "There will be plenty of time for that later, but if you're well behaved and do what I say, Papa will be gentle with you. Do you understand?"

You nodded, sniffling and letting Copia caress your face. It comforted you, if only a little bit.

"Answer me properly,"

"Yes, Papa. I understand." You said.

"Very good, very good," Copia said. He leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead before letting you eat the slices of succulent chicken breast on the plate with your hands. After you finished, he took a sprig of green grapes and fed them to you one at a time. He watched in obvious amusement when you spat the seeds into your hand and timidly discarded them onto the plate, careful of every move you made. When he got to the last three, he took one and held it up just out of your reach. He smiled when you blinked up at him, confused.

"Up, cara," He said, "Show me a trick."

You bit your lip, blushing, and again, you hesitated. You shook your head before you realized what a mistake it was. Immediately, Copia took the plate, set it aside, and then gathered you up to toss you over his lap so that your legs dangled over the floor. You gasped in surprise and fear when he flipped your skirt to expose your panties. When you felt the sting of his gloved hand spank you hard, you couldn't help but let out a cry. One great slap after another fell on your buttocks, sounding thunderous in your ears. You heard yourself taking in sharp gasps of pain with each strike. His hand seemed solid and heavy like a paddle as it spanked you, over and over, hitting you on the right cheek, then the left, and then covering your thighs with smacks while your ass stung and throbbed. You clenched your teeth to stifle your cries, and when you tried in vain to wiggle away, Copia held you in place and rewarded you with more vigorous blows, swift ones that whipped you like a strap. And soon, you realized you were becoming frantic, tears streaming down your cheeks. You tried to be still, but your body squirmed and writhed of its own accord. Now Copia worked only the backs of your thighs, where the punishing hand lingered and struck hard until you were sure that the flesh there was red and inflamed.

"Papa, please!" You finally wailed and broke into choking sobs.

The blows stopped. You didn't move. You just shut your eyes and wept as Copia's hand now moved along your buttocks languidly. He stroked your thighs as if to soothe them.

"Now, do you see why I ask you to do as I say?" Copia crooned, "I can be cruel, sister. Much more than this, I assure you. The other sisters know what I can do, especially Sister Claire. She knows the worst of it. Lucifer's name, she was like a devil herself, all teeth and claws until I tamed her. The other Papas have spoilt her and the others rotten. Not just the sisters, but the brothers, too, and the priests, the bishops. They all have little to no manners, no respect. So I have to take it upon myself to teach them."

You shook against his legs as he told you this. He rubbed little circles in the small of your back, then he squeezed your buttocks, sending a rush of sensation along your body that made you flush. You thought of poor Sister Claire and what she must have gone through that was enough to break her. Vivid images of whipping belts, heavy wooden paddles, and flesh crisscrossed with angry welts made your stomach sink, so you stopped.

'I have to be good.' You thought. It was better to surrender than suffer the same fate as the others, better to leave with your good reputation with Copia intact. After all, he said he would be gentle if you obeyed, and you decided you would. You hoped he would keep his word, and you let your body slacken in resignation.

"I like to play games with them." Copia continued, "I like to order them around the room, fetching whatever I throw for them because it pleases me or whatever else suits my mood. Sometimes I even strap them down and use the paddle. But I never hurt them, not severely. I happen to be a reasonable man, after all. Oh, but that would be too hard for you, wouldn't it? You're too sweet for the paddle, too soft. It's just a pity you disobey me, call me names. Do you think yourself too good to call me by my proper title, sister? Too good to follow my direction?" His hand tightened threateningly on your thigh, then you felt it leave your skin, and you were terrified he might spank you again.

"No, Papa," You said in a panicked whisper.

"Do I need to punish you like the others?"

"No, Papa. I'll be good, I promise."

"Yes," Copia sighed, his hand now playing with your hair instead of punishing you, "You will be perfect for me, won't you?"

"Yes, Papa."

"Good."

Copia pulled you back up and set you on the floor. You had stopped crying, though your lips still trembled. You knelt there and awaited his command. Again, he took a grape and held it up for you. This time you didn't hesitate to take it from his fingers with your mouth. He held the next one high enough to make you raise yourself up on your heels to get it. He then tossed the last grape into the air, over your head so that it bounced and rolled a few feet away when it hit the floor.

"Fetch, little puppy." He commanded, a smirk playing on his lips.

You obeyed shyly. When you crawled back and dropped it into Copia's open hand, he let out a hearty laugh.

"You're easy to train." He said and popped the fruit into your mouth, "Perhaps I should make you my little pet when we're finished here."

You didn't really want to eat it, but you did anyway, seeds and all. Copia beamed at you, his smile genuinely kind.

"Lovely, my dear." He whispered, his voice low and sweet. Then he gathered you in his arms once more and kissed you deeply. It sent a shock through you, settling into a knot in your stomach that made you shiver against your will. Copia kissed the smoothness of your forehead, kissed your soft hairline, your eyelids, and the tip of your nose. They were tender, gentle, like butterflies that brushed against your skin with their silky wings, and you lifted your head to receive them. He kissed your cheeks, then returned to your parted lips. You let out little sighs as he kissed you despite your fear, which now melted away a little bit as your body seemed to soften all over. Copia moved and rose to stand, pulling you up with him into his embrace. He pulled you closer to his body once you were steady on your feet; his kisses left your face to explore along your jaw and the line of your throat. His slim arms were surprisingly strong as they held you, and his lips were soft. They tickled against the sensitive skin of your neck as they trailed down. His hands started to roam your body, stroking your hips, groping at your ass and the backs of your thighs. It sent delightful shivers along your skin and down your spine. It made you feel weak, dissolving, aroused. Any fear you felt a minute ago faded into a haze of sudden lust. You couldn't stop yourself from throwing your arms around his neck and moaning. The action made the kisses harder, more fervent. When you felt Copia open his mouth to bite you here and there as if to taste you, you whimpered, and your body melted all the more. You felt your breasts against his chest, and you wanted to press them to him harder. You almost did when Copia pulled away, slipping out of your arms. The loss of sensation was nearly gutting.

You stood there dazed, swaying, and taking in uneven breaths. Copia's own breath came heavy and deep as he straightened his clothes to disengage himself. You could see his arousal through the tightness of his pants, and you bit your lip. If only your punishment could be just this, but you knew it wouldn't be. Copia appeared to be fighting to contain himself, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Once he was composed, he let out a quiet laugh. It was almost musical in its softness. Your body burned as you watched him, aroused but at the same time fearful of punishment. You would do anything to please him, to keep him gentle like this, so you waited.

"Pardon me, cara. You gave in much faster than I anticipated, and I almost lost myself." Copia said, catching you in his gaze again. His lips spread slowly into a grin when he observed you flushed with desire. "And still, you wait for my command. I admit I didn't quite expect you to be as obedient as you are, and I would reward you, but I want to play one of my games with you first."

Before you could protest, he took the velvet bag off the bed, opened it, and plunged his hand inside. He pulled out a spiked leather collar that looked like it was meant for a large dog. A black leash was affixed to it. You felt your breath leave you when Copia undid the collar and eyed you with a deliberate leer. You swallowed, then lifted your head so that Copia could fasten it onto you. He shook his head.

"Not yet." He said, "Take off your clothes."

Your face burned as you obeyed. You took a few steps back and hurried to shed your dress, slip, shoes, and stockings, but you hesitated yet again once you were in your bra and panties. You felt so naked already, so vulnerable. You didn't know if you could bear it to be completely nude. You tried to shield yourself by bringing your hands up and wringing them. It did little to conceal you. Seeing this, Copia approached and kissed your temple.

"You can keep them on. Now, my little puppy..." He buckled the collar to fit snuggly around your neck and left the leash dangling between your breasts. "You have been very, very good so far, apart from your little slip of decorum, but I want to see just how obedient you can be. You know a well-trained dog always follows its master's commands, yes?"

An icy prickle crawled up your spine, sending shivers through your arms and making your heart clench in your chest before hammering hard again.

"Yes, Papa..." You said as expected though uncertainty and fear laced your voice. Copia rubbed your shoulders, his hands firm and soothing at the same time. His touch made you feel almost woozy, dreamy even in your unease.

"I will make it simple: Tonight, you're my pet, sister, and I am your master. As your master, I will give you commands, and you will do them as perfectly as possible to please me. Do what I tell you, and you will be rewarded. Disobey, and you will be punished. Ah, don't be afraid; I don't think you will disappoint me much, but..." Then he pressed closer to you, leaning in close to your ear so that you felt his breath caress your skin, "I confess I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy spanking that plump bottom of yours." His hand slid down and grabbed your ass before giving it a playful swat. You blushed. You felt the arousal rise in your core again. It flooded in, threatened to sweep you away in its erotic current, and you lowered your head, overcome by shyness. Copia lifted your chin and shook his head at you again.

"No. None of that." He admonished, "I want you to keep your gaze up and your manner attentive. And don't hide your body. I have been fair enough to let you keep your underwear on. Now let me see you." He took both your wrists and forced them down to your sides, then prodded your shoulders so that you straightened your back. You stood erect and grew embarrassed now that your posture didn't hide you. Copia nodded in approval, "Yes, much better."

His eyes roamed up and down your body, taking every inch of you in. You wanted so desperately to cover your stomach, your chest, to tear off the collar. Of course, you didn't dare any of it. You couldn't imagine what he would do to you if you were foolish enough to disobey him again; you didn't even want to think about it.

For a moment, Copia seemed to be thinking, then he smiled. His eyes gleamed like gems in the lamplight. He took the leash and wrapped it around his hand a few times to make it short.

"Clasp your hands behind your back and keep them there. And open your legs wider." He said, then nudged your feet apart until they lined up with your shoulders. You kept your hands behind your back as commanded. It was worse than keeping your hands at your sides. This position arched your body a little more and forced your breasts out. You felt dreadfully exposed, and what was even more excruciating was having your legs apart. But what could you do other than what was commanded? Could Copia be so cruel as to punish you even if you threw yourself at his feet and begged for his mercy? You weren't sure, and you didn't want to risk it. He would have his way, and there was nothing you could do about it. Then you wondered, did you even mind? The pleasure that had built now ebbed away slightly, but it wasn't far from reaching you again. If Copia touched you, it would surely wash over you again. Part of you wanted to drench yourself in that pleasure, to swim and melt in it completely. A corner in your mind wished with all your might that Copia would let you; the rational part of you recoiled at your desire, it being so undignified and sudden. You tried to let your head drop a little, and immediately Copia pulled the leash up with a quick tug that snapped it back in position.

"I said to keep your head up," He said, his voice low, menacing. His hand didn't drop or loosen the leash, so your head remained up. "I will not tell you again, sister. Now be still and don't move until I tell you to."

Copia gazed down at you with such ferocity that you stood rigid and kept your lips pressed together tight. The new Papa was frightening looking but very handsome in the dim light that made his face angular, his eyes even more smoldering. You marvelled at him for a moment, then with a shock, you felt Copia's free hand on you. You felt his fingers trail down the side of your neck and down to your breasts. He grabbed at your right breast, cupping it as if to feel its weight, then kneaded it slowly until it sent shivers through you. His thumb brushed over your now hardening nipple through the material of your bra. He did the same with your left. He then imprisoned the nipple and squeezed it rhythmically between his fingers before reaching for the other to give it the same treatment. A rush of shameful pleasure shot through you and settled between your legs, making your sex grow warm as if it could also blush, and you held back a moan with great effort. Copia pulled on the leash, making you lean slightly closer to him.

"Kiss me," He whispered. As soon as he commanded, you moved to catch his lips in a deep kiss almost too quickly, still keeping your hands behind your back. Copia sucked at your mouth, then opened it with his tongue as his hand went between your open legs and, without warning, stroked your sex through your panties. You uttered a sharp cry against Copia's lips before you could stop yourself. Your body immediately acknowledged him with a twitch of your hips and a soft discharge of fluids while you struggled to swallow another moan. You squirmed, resisting the urge to close your legs with everything you had. Copia broke away from your lips to kiss your earlobe, then he nibbled at it as his hand continued to stroke you. His fingers moved in slow circles now, pressed harder until they found the sensitive mound of your clitoris through the moistening cloth. You gave a soft, open-mouthed gasp and your hips jerked forward in supplication. You wanted to grind yourself on his fingers, rock your hips for more, but the sheer gracelessness of it seemed too much for you. Besides, you weren't sure if it was something he would approve of or chastise, so you stayed as still as you could, your legs starting to shake under your weight. Copia pulled back and smiled at your flushing face, then pulled the crotch of your panties to the side and glided two of his gloved fingers along the delicate folds of your labia. The fingers teased at the moist lips and continued to massage your clit in more circles, even slower ones that drew out the sensation. Breathy moans spilled from your lips. The pleasure washed through you, mounting and mounting as he worked you. Beneath your ecstasy, you felt a twinge of embarrassment at how quickly you had become wet for him. It was forgotten in an instant once Copia slid a finger inside you, then a second. You shuddered and cried aloud. Your sex quivered at the sudden penetration, and your cry melted into a long, low moan. Copia kissed the corner of your mouth.

"That's it," Copia said softly, pulling his fingers out, then sliding them back in slowly. Then again and again. "Don't resist me. Be a good girl for your Papa."

Your hips moved forward at the sound of his voice. Once so frightening, but now smooth and rich as velvet. He was so close to you now, and for the first time, you could smell his cologne. It was warm, spicy, and delicious to you, almost intoxicating. Your eyes stared through heavy lids at Copia's lips. They were full yet strong, set into a faint smile that struck at a cord of desire in you that made the penetration even more pleasurable. You wanted to kiss and kiss those lips until you had your fill. You felt your sex start to throb, and you began to gasp, but before it became too much for you, Copia dropped the leash, withdrew his fingers, and pushed you back, that seductive little smile still there. You let out a disappointed moan that would have been humiliating had you done it to anyone else.

"That's enough for now," Copia said, "Get down on your knees."

Your mind whirled as you let yourself float down until you sat on your heels on the floor, your legs still slightly apart. Your thighs trembled under you, and your throbbing craved relief. You kept your hands behind your back. You feared that if you let them fall to your sides, you would lose control and throw yourself at Copia in desperation. The only thing you allowed yourself to do was writhe, clasping your hands as tight as possible. You felt the wetness of your sex between your legs, sticky, slick, and hot.

You let out a sigh, looking up at Copia, your lips parted, your body wanting more. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor.

"All fours." He ordered.

You fell onto your hands and knees. You arched your back, your buttocks lifted as if to be presented. Your body tingled in arousal at doing so, knowing that Copia could see you doing it. You wiggled your hips a little bit, and you were shocked at your own boldness.

'Fuck it, I don't care. I don't care.' You thought.

Copia stepped forward, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat.

"Good girl," He said, and he crouched down to take a closer look at you, "Does my little puppy want more?"

"Yes, Papa." You said softly, "Please."

"Then I think you should clean up the mess you made." Copia held up the hand that touched you. The gloved fingers were still glistening with your juices. He touched them to your lips, and you took them into your mouth without a thought. You sucked on them, letting your tongue swirl around the digits. The taste of leather and your own fluids mixed with your saliva, and when Copia pulled them away, you swallowed. The flavor lingered, both tantalizing and odd to you.

Copia stood and made an airy gesture to your bottom.

"Wag your hips for me." He said, and he laughed when he saw your face go red, "It's no use being shy now, sister. Unless you want me to take my belt off and make good use of it. You don't want that, do you?"

Your breath caught in your throat. You shook your head.

"That's what I thought. Now, put your face to the floor and swing those hips."

Your face flamed as you lowered it until you all but kissed the floor, your ass high up in the air. You churned your hips and hoped it was pleasing. You felt Copia take the leash from the floor and give it a quick tug.

"Faster. Arch your back more."

You lowered as you were told to do and arched your back almost uncomfortably, your cheek sealed to the floor. A groan escaped you at the touch of the cold stone on your chest. Then in utter submission, any sense of pride, if there was indeed any in the first place, left you, and you wagged your buttocks back and forth like an excited dog wagging its tail for its master. Above you, you heard the creak of the bedsprings as Copia sat. You felt another tug on the leash, and you lifted your head. Copia sat back on the bed with his legs spread apart, the bulge of his erection in full view. Your sex seemed to swell at the sight of it.

"You please me very well, sister," Copia said. He tugged on the leash again to bring you forward. "No more playing. Come here, let Papa reward you."

"Papa..." You whispered. You hurried to him on your hands and knees. You kissed the tops of his shoes on an impulse, then his ankles. Copia didn't protest, so you kissed his knees and dared to run your hands along his inner thighs and kiss them as well. His thighs were rather shapely and solid under his clothes, pleasant to touch. When your hand rubbed over his groin, Copia let out a soft moan. Encouraged, you leaned over and kissed the waist of his pants, still rubbing the bulging sex.

"Undo them." Copia's hand stroked your hair.

You didn't hesitate to undo the button and zipper of his pants. And now you were staring at his cock through his boxers, a small wet spot formed on the dark cloth. Again, you leaned down, placing a little kiss there, then you darted your tongue out and licked it. The hard cock twitched in its prison as if it asked to be free. You looked up at Copia with lustful, inquiring eyes, and you were delighted when he nodded at you.

"Yes, cara. You can touch it."

You pulled the elastic fabric down until his cock sprung free from its confinement. It stood tall and thick. A bead of clear fluid seeped from the tip, and you stared at it, surprised by its length and size. You took it in your hand, stroked it, felt its hardness and warmth. You couldn't help but wonder if the others knew Copia was quite well-endowed. You caressed the shaft up and down, tightening your hand every so often at the base of Copia's cock. Copia moaned as you did so, his head lolling back slightly. Your heart fluttered in your chest. It felt good to know that you gave him pleasure, that you pleased him enough to avoid his wrath and to even reward you. What an honor this must have been! A ripple of relaxation washed over you. You closed your eyes and took the tip of the cock into your mouth, suckling on it before taking it deeper in.

Copia gasped above you and bucked his hips. The action drove the shaft even deeper into your mouth, and you sucked on it hard, bobbing your head with a steady rhythm. It nudged the back of your throat, droplets of salty liquid mixed with the taste of his skin. Copia's thighs shivered, and his breath quickened. You moaned as you continued to push up and down on his cock until his hips started to shake.

"Fuck, sister," Copia grunted, "That's enough!"

He grabbed your hair and pulled your head away. He didn't pull you hard enough to hurt, but you still gasped once you felt the fingers grip your hair. When he released you, he motioned for you to stand. You obeyed.

"Take everything off and lay on the bed." He told you, almost breathless.

The collar was the first to go; you unbuckled it and threw it aside, happy to be rid of the awful thing. You unclasped your bra and let it slip from your shoulders. Though the air was cool on your now naked breasts, your nipples grew hot and erect. A sudden, inexplicable desire to entice Copa came to you as you lowered and stepped out of your panties.

'Do it.' Your lust-clouded mind ordered you, and you did.

When you straightened, you locked eyes with Copia as you ran your hands over your breasts, pushing them together and biting your lip. A dark look flickered across Copia's face, and he stood with a low growl. He snatched your upper arm and yanked you to him.

"You dare tease me in my own room after I've given you an order?" He hissed, then gave a wicked smile, "You must like being punished, sister. But we will save that for another time."

He turned to fling you down onto the bed. You fell back onto the mattress; the sheets and coverlet were soft and plush underneath you. You had little time to enjoy it before Copia descended on you with rough kisses, his hips grinding against yours, his cock prodding at your thigh. His hand grabbed and kneaded your breast hard. But you wanted him so badly that you scarcely noticed how tight his fingers dug into your flesh. He then gave it a cruel slap that drew a loud moan from you. It was an exciting mix of pain and pleasure, and you wanted more.

"Again." You pleaded. You arched your back to offer your chest to him, and you wrapped your legs around his hips. Copia rose from his kisses. It was his turn to lock eyes with you as he lifted his hand and struck you again, just a little bit harder than the first time. You whimpered and squirmed underneath him. Copia positioned and moved his hips so that the shaft of his cock rubbed along your slick pubic lips, grazing your sensitive, engorged clitoris. You strained against him, tried to rock your hips to feel more of that rigid member. Copia looked amused by your torment.

"Tell me what you want." He leaned down again and sucked at your nipples, bit at them playfully with his teeth. Your hands went to cradled his head to you, little sighs and moans leaving you unrestrained.

"Fuck me." You murmured into his hair.

As soon as the words left your mouth, Copia rose, brought his cock to your opening, then drove it into you in one fluid motion. You cried out. Your head fell back, and your body seemed to explode in pleasure. His cock was a thick, piercing thing inside you, bathing in your juices as he drew back and plunged into you. His thrusts were brutal, delivered in almost snapping motions that made the bedsprings creak under you. You heard yourself unleash loud, guttural moans with each solid thrust, wholly overcome by denied passion. Copia buried his face in your neck, his breath making the skin hot as he panted. The agonizing pleasure rose in your core, swelling, ready to erupt in a shower of sparks behind your skull, in your loins. Then all at once, your wet sex tightened around Copia and throbbed violently until you were all but screaming in ecstasy. You clutched Copia while the spasms rolled through you, and you let your legs spread wide, allowing Copia to slam into you unhindered until he also gave a small cry and shuddered above you. Hot, gushing fluid flowed into you and lay you back with your chest heaving in gasps.

Copia pulled out and collapsed beside you. You turned on your side to face him; his features were soft-looking, almost angelic in their exhaustion. His eyes drooped closed, his forehead glistened with sweat. You brushed his disheveled hair back, leaned close, and kissed his brow, tasting the saltiness on your lips before pulling away. Copia opened his eyes, gazed at you lovingly, then took you and cradled you to his chest. The fabric of his suit felt luxurious on your naked skin in the afterglow, and you snuggled close to it, sighing. You both stayed that way for a few minutes, with Copia threading his fingers through your hair. You yawned, and your eyes started to feel heavy.

"We can't fall asleep," Copia said, shaking you a bit to rouse you, "I've kept you here long enough, and the other sisters must be out of their minds with worry by now."

"Yes, Papa." You nodded, sat up, and winced a little. Your privates ached from their hard riding. You tried to hide it, only making a slight noise in your throat. It seemed you couldn't fool Copia, however. He also got up and rubbed your lower back, kissing your cheek.

"Was Papa too rough with you, cara?" He asked. You shook your head.

"No, Papa, I'll be fine. It'll pass." You reassured him.

"Alright, but I will have Cirrus check on you later tonight anyway," He patted your hip, "And what happened here must be a secret. You know this, right? Otherwise, I'd have to gag you and march you through the grounds. It's a little, eh, display, you could say, that I've come up with to officially demonstrate my authority to the others. I have yet to put it into practice, and It'd be unfortunate to have you be its first victim."

You bowed your head, not in fear, but again in reassurance.

"Yes, Papa. I won't tell anyone." You said obediently. You crawled out of bed and gathered your clothes. Copia zipped and buttoned up his pants, then stood as well and straightened his hair.

"Good. Now, get dressed and get back to the convent. Tell the Ghouls to run you a bath when you get there. Say it's my orders, and they'll do it."

"Okay." A bath sounded lovely to you as you redressed. If only Copia could join you...

"And sister," Copia's voice came low, playful. You turned, and you saw his eyes gleam at you. Your pulse quickened.

"Yes, Papa?" You asked.

"Don't forget that I said I would save your other punishment for next time." He winked at you, and your heart soared.

"I won't." You smiled.

"Good girl."

You bid him good night, then left his chamber, secretly hoping that that time would be soon.

#the band ghost #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #ghost bc #popia #copia x reader #copia x f reader #lee's writing #its 1:30 am and im screaming bc ive been working on this fic for months lmao

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hiraethenthusiast · 3 years

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The Hollandairé | t.h.

pairing: ceo!tom x ceo! reader

word count: 16k+

synopsis: exes cross paths on a big event. will they be able to forget each other's mistakes?

warnings: language, sexual innuendos, mentions of an anxiety attack (if you squint), talks about miscarriage, my favourite angst.

a/n: well, well, well im back from a very shitty writers block! look at me, writing angst with exes? oof. can you tell that i absolutely love angst and makeouts in the end? i was somehow inspired by 'idfc' by blackbear to write this fic lol. it took some time and ofcourse i went overboard with it, so hope you enjoy! don't forget to like and reblog! (i even made a moodboard kinda thing uwuwu)

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"Conan I won't hesitate to knee you in the crotch if you don't stop pulling me off this sofa right this second" You tell your roommate, who is desperately trying to get you to go to a gala with him. Being a CEO brings its pros and cons. Pros being, you have a private jet, you're your own boss and you can shout at people with a reason. Cons being, annoyingly nice roommates. You had just shifted to a penthouse in downtown London with your friend Conan, because you refused to stay alone in this bigass house. (You tried living alone once, you were bored to death)

"Conan leave me alone yoo!" You said whining and hunching back into the sofa.

"Get the fuck up and get ready for the launch dude you promised me you wouldn't leave me hanging" Conan shouts over the voice of the t.v. blaring in the background. You pull you hand away from his grip and reach for the remote to shut off the t.v., focusing back on this tall red-headed figure in front of you.

"You know I don't like fancy shit." You grumble.

"It's YOUR fancy shit, get up Y/N." He says and reaches for your arms now, finally making you stand.

"Call Laura, I really don't want to go." You say pulling your phone out from your back pocket and handing it to him.

"If you haven't realised, your manager is the one who forced me to force you to attend the introduction of your fashion line" He fights back.

"- and Y/N. Hey, look at me. You've dreamt of this for how long? Almost all your life. And if you miss the chance to see your empire expand, it's gonna be devastating. You'll obviously miss the fashion show who's got the actual Rudy Pankow walking on a ramp, you'll also miss the opportunity to see people happy with YOUR work. Now get your ass up and get ready." He says and leaves the room, to get ready himself.

It's not that you don't want to go, you really do. Afterall, all of it is your hardwork. But the reason you're not going is because of that asshole. That asshole with whom you used to go out with once, the one who's current goal is to bring you down. The one and only, Tom Holland. You two used to date at some point, the ones who were in love actually, but the rivalry you two have got going on now has lead to you two knowing too much about each other. More than you know about yourself, the other knows it all. Small arguments turned into big ones, that eventually lead to the two of you leaving each other alone. You don't want to go because whenever you meet him, it all turns up into a big mess and your night is typically ruined, and you weren't in the mood for that, atleast not today. He's just a narcissistic bitch who thinks of nothing but degrading you. And that's the reason you don't want to go. Because you know if you talk to him one more time, these banters will persuade you.

But you do realise that you have to go. You have to go because you haven't gone to the last two launches for your perfume and swim line as well, and if you don't go today, Laura will actually end you.

So you just chug all your tea, leaving the kitchen with a grunt to go get ready.

"Hey Marco, can you send in that pantsuit I got done the other day? Look over for modifications if possible, although it looks great in just the solid colour, and please get it drycleaned." You tell your designer over the phone, to which he agreed and you go into your room to get your hair and makeup done.

"Wear a dress to the launch of your fashion line when it gets famous, yeah?"

"Pantsuits all the way Holland, you know I hate dresses."

"I know you do."

You remember the faint memory from over two years ago, that dream actually coming true, just without the person you dreamt it with.

You put your hair in a low bun with a middle part, giving you a classy formal look, and you do a almost non existent makeup look, only your eyes bold to accent with your outfit. Marco drops off the forest green pantsuit at your house, you giving it a twist with wearing a lace corset beneath the blazer.

"I look hot." You told yourself.

You and Conan leave for the event, you fidgeting in between 15 minute durations, Conan reassuring you that he'll be with you until the night ends.

That didn't last long. You lost Conan as soon as you entered the venue, so you occupied yourself with having conversations with other company owners, hearing how they're doing in the industry, blah blah blah.

"Do I look like I care?" You say to yourself.

You move ahead, only to cross paths with the one and only. He was wearing a cherry coloured perfectly tailored suit, adding a hint of Tom with the glasses. He looked good.

"And what do I owe this pleasure, Ms. Y/N?" He says, twirling his champagne glass in his hands.

"Look Holland I really don't have time for this shit, please take a goodie bag on your way home" You say with a bit of sass and start to move away, only to get your arm held back, making you bump in his chest.

"I see you wore the pantsuit you always wanted to wear at your event, angel " He says, making you pull away from him.

"Don't ever call me that again, and this is a warning." You were about to continue further with your answer, but you were utterly shocked to see the person in front of you.

"Is that the Y/N Y/L/N, in person, the one who's way too busy to answer my phone calls?" He says, making you laugh a bit.

"Jaeden?" You say, laughing heartily.

"In the flesh, tigeress." He says, doing grabby hands at you as an indication to pull you in a hug. You oblige and walk towards him and give him the biggest bear hug you've given anyone in two years. You pull back just to hit him on the chest once, playfully ofcourse.

"Tigeress. Oof haven't heard that in a while" You keep your conversation going on with Jaeden, while Tom is absolutely dumbfounded about whatever just happened in these past few seconds.

There's this hot guy named Jason or whatever, who calls you 'tigeress' and you aren't pestering him for calling you with a nickname but you definitely were ready to give Tom a piece of your mind when he called you 'angel'? Who is this guy?

Tom goes off to find Conan, who was situated at the bar downing a shot of tequila.

"Hey who's that guy Jason?" He asks him, pointing towards you and Jaeden in the middle of the hall.

"You mean Jaeden?" He says, biting onto a slice of lemon.

"Yeah whatever who is he?" Tom asks again, turning towards to bartender asking for a glass of whiskey.

"Why do you want to know?" Conan shoots back.

"Just curious. Can you just fucking tell me now?" Tom tries again, getting frustrated now.

"Chill dude. Jaeden used to work with Y/N a long time ago. He had this crush on her for like forever, but then Y/N went in for entrepreneurship and they were just not in contact with each other." He says.

"Crush huh?" Tom says, gripping onto his glass so tight that his knuckles almost turned white.

"Why do you look like you're about to murder someone?" Conan asks, getting concerned.

"Because I might." Tom says, grinding his teeth while forcing a smile.

The night goes by pretty smoothly, for you. You and Jaeden were clinged to each other almost the whole night, and then Tom watching you both from a distance, trying not to snap hard at people. He just took enough of it, he had to do something. He wasn't really sure why was he jealous, 'maybe because you love her' his heart said, but his mind crossing paths with a 'no you don't' in the middle. He was in a dilemma, but was mostly leaning towards his heart's side. He finally got up from his seat and walked towards you.

"Y/L/N." He says, keeping his composure.

"Yes?" You turn around to come face to face with him, laughing on something Jaeden had said.

"Board of Directors want to meet you on third floor. I was going that way only, wanted to inform you." He says.

"Oh okay. Jaeden I'll be back in a few. And tell me about that Mario Kart incident." You say, your laughter dying as you walk towards the elevator, motioning Tom to move as well. You both enter the elevator and you click the button for third floor.

"So Jaeden's a long lost friend, I assume?" He tries to small talk, failing miserably.

"Yeah, I used to work with him a long time back. Why do you ask?" You say, being the nicest you've been to Tom in two years.

"Just making small talk. So, exactly how long ago, you used to work with him?" He tries again.

"A really long time ago." You tell him.

"When we were dating?" He says, hesitating.

The elevator dings and you reach third floor, both of you moving into a very empty hallway.

"Why do you care Tom?" You say, making him frustrated even more.

"Because you're my fucking ex-girlfriend whom I'm worried about because that asshole has a mega crush on you" He says, making you jerk your head towards him.

"How many whiskeys have you had?" You ask him, because he was sounding oblivious that's for sure.

You turn around to open the meeting room to find it empty, making you glare at Tom once again.

"Why the fuck did you bring me up here Holland, where's the meeting?" You say, narrowing your eyes towards him.

"There is no meeting Y/N, the Board didn't show up this year, remember?" He says moving and fidgeting around the room.

"Then why did you bring me up here, dumbass?" That put him over the edge. He starts walking towards you making you take a few steps back, finally cornering you in the room.

"Because that guy is fucking flirting with you Y/N. That guy has been roaming around the whole night with my girl, touching and hugging my girl in front of me and you expect me to keep my calm? Huh? I don't fucking care okay? You're supposed to be mine and I was a jerk who let you go. I can't stand seeing you with other people. What the fuck is wrong with you Y/N, why did you leave me?!" He shouts at you, making your blood boil even more.

You push him back and stand in front of him, glaring as if you were going to rip his head off.

"No Tom, YOU left me, alright? I cried almost every night after that day when you left, and you didn't even have the empathy to give me a call. You, are too self-absorbed, and not me Tom. It was all you. I haven't been to even one of my launches just because I know you'll be there, you'll be there to put me down again. And why the fuck do you care about whom I talk to huh?" You shout at him.

"Why would I come to every single one of your launches Y/N?! To see you! To see the person who understood me more than I did, just to fucking see your face and calm my nerves!" He shouts back. He moves towards you and holds you chin to put your eyes at his eye level.

"Look at me Y/N. Look at me. Did we mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you? Look at me in the eyes and tell me you never loved me. Tell me I meant nothing to you and I'll leave this second. Tell me that this was all a lie." He says, making your eyes water.

"You know I can't tell you that."

"Then why do you keep hurting me Y/N?! You hurt me so much! You left me when I needed you the most! I wanted you and you weren't there-" He shouts again.

"SHUT UP TOM, SHUT UP! Stop it! Stop! Please. Stop." You're crying hysterically now, hunching up in a corner trying to calm yourself down. Tom immediately sees it and runs towards you holding your hands and cradling them.

"Hey, hey Y/N. Look at me, look at me baby. It's Tom. Hey baby. I'm here, yeah? I'm here. Stop crying come on babe, please. Love, look at me. I'm here." He says, now running his hand over your cheeks wiping your tears.

"Go away. Go away from me." Is all you say, which makes his ears perk and brings water to his eyes.

He stands up and moves out of the room, closing the door just to hear you crying again. He sits down on the floor with his back on the door now, crying, waiting for you to say something.

"Please, open the door." He says, bursting into tears and hugging himself with his arms, wishing it was you.

Fifteen minutes pass by and you still haven't said anything. Tom misses you so much, and it was so fucked up of you to leave him like this. He was hurt, but he could never stop loving you. Ever.

"Losing you would be a nightmare that I'd beg to be awaken from everyday." You say opening the door, your eyes blood red, hair disheveled making Tom look at you, whose eyes were blood red too.

"What?"

"I was pregnant, Tom." You tell him, making his eyes widen and holding your hand for comfort.

"The day-" You clear your throat "The day we fought is when we lost the baby. I was going to tell you I was pregnant that day, but then that happened." You were crying a bit more now, but still held you composure so you can handle Tom from now.

"The argument gave me too much stress and, and it was affecting the baby so as soon as you left, um, my stomach started aching really badly and, and yeah we lost our baby then. That's why I left." You say, you were crying on his shoulder now, intentionally ignoring his reaction because you knew it would hurt him.

"We, we- lost our baby?" He says, a bit shocked but choking on his tears. You remain silent.

"Hey, hey. Listen. It's okay. It wasn't your fault. It was mine. I shouldn't have fought with you. You were already really worried and I just added onto your pressure. I'm so sorry baby I'm so so sorry." He was full-on crying now, he sniffled in your neck because he was too afraid to show his emotions.

"It wasn't your fault Tommy, it was ours." You say, running your hand in his curls. The way you missed his chestnut curls. It was all good again, well atleast you hoped.

Tommy. That always brought butterflies in his stomach.

You talked everything out in the bathroom, while washing your faces and cleaning up. You both understood that everything was going back to normal, just like the old times. One conversation lead to another, and you spent two hours on the bathroom floor just laughing and having gossip.

"It's been a while." You say laughing, looking at your watch.

"Yeah."

"Why did you say 'my girl' Tom?" You ask him directly.

"Hm?"

"You called me 'my girl' in the conference room. Why?" You tell him, and he instantly remembers that he did do that.

"You're in my head almost everyday Y/N. Even when you're not supposed to be. It shouldn't have been this hard letting go, but it was. I still love you, even if you don't." He says, taking some tissue paper off the counter.

"Who said I don't love you?" You say, making his eyes widen.

"Wha- wh- what are you implying here?" He stumbles upon his words, making you laugh.

"I still love you, you goof."

"Y/N you have to be serious you're making me want things I can't have." He says wholeheartedly.

You say nothing but grab him by his collar and kiss him with full force. After two years, you felt those soft lips on yours again, reminiscing every moment you had missed in these past years. They felt the same, soft and plump, just as if they were made for you. They fit in with yours like a puzzle, that was meant to be solved by these two hearts which were tangled, but now, in a right way. Tom kissed back almost immediately, feeling your lips was like a dream come true. A recurrent dream in his mind. You both pull back to see red and puffy lips and give out a light laugh. He doesn't stop, he keeps leaving peppery kisses all over your face mumbling sweet words again and again.

"I missed you so, so much angel." he says leaving a kiss on your nose.

"I missed you too bubba." you say leaving a small peck on his lips.

"Let's go now, we've been here for almost two hours." You start to move towards the door, but get pulled back by your waist.

"Tell Jaeden to maintain distance, yeah?" He says.

"Or what?" You say in a playful tone.

"Babygirl, I think you've forgotten what I'm capable of." He says, kissing your neck.

"I think I have. And stop kissing me I look shit." You say, laughing.

"I really don't care. You still look hot and I'm trying not to kiss you senseless right now." He says leaving another harsh suck on your skin, which can hopefully be covered by your blazer.

"Are you going to eyefuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?" You say, now kissing Tom's sweet spot.

"Finish this event in the next half an hour. I'll see you at my house babe." He says leaving one last peck on your lips.

You both reach downstairs after fixing your makeup and hair, you reach upto the stage and and hold onto the mic.

"Thankyou all for attending the event. We look forward to having more business with you! Don't forget to post something about our line 'The Hollandairé' on your social media platforms and don't forget to tag us! We are, The Y/L/N's thankyou have a good night!"

He listen to you and smirks to himself, because you do do what you say.

"I'm going to name my first fashion line 'The Hollandairé' " You say making a banner with your hands.

"And I'll be right with you then baby" He says, kissing your cheek.

Looks like he kept his promise too.

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