#upcoming: humans of forks

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It's You and Me (Part 2)

Suguru Geto x Reader

Genres/Warnings: hs!suguru, biker!suguru, fem!reader, academic weapon!reader, mostly fluff and banter, v little angst.

Word Count: 3.3k

When your highschool crush moves across the street from you, there's not much option other than befriending him. Especially, when he's the one suggesting it.

Notes: It's me! I'm back, hello.

(Part 1)

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You had to admit that being around Suguru was easy.

He just had this way of making people around him so comfortable, so heard. And him being a year senior to you came as an additional perk.

He'd help you with your projects and assignments whenever he had the time to spare. His well-polished reputation among teachers at school gave you a free pass to many things you couldn't get, even as the top student of your grade.

He'd introduced you and Maki to his other cool, senior friends, often sitting with you during lunch. Let you know about upcoming events and competitions, grabbing you all the extra credits for the perfect final grade.

Your high school life was passing by like a breeze.

And, if he insisted on helping you to make it easier, who were you to say no?

In turn, you'd treat him with your mom's delicious food all the time. It was a win-win situation for both of you.

Your families--especially your mothers--had grown closer too, they were practically always hanging together, save for the time they went to work. It was like your mom was back in her teenage years with her best friend. And oddly enough, you'd always be reminded of Maki when you saw them.

Everything had progressed into the present so, so naturally, it was almost scary. It had always been an object of your fascination how humans formed bonds with each other so easily and then lived to protect them forever.

"Wait," You placed your fork down in disbelief, "So, you went to school together?"

"We did!" Suguru's mom chuckled at your astonished face. She and Suguru were over for the afternoon, just a small lunch get-together, planned out by your lovely mom. "Sadly, I had to move away after for my final year. My parents wouldn't hear a no."

"That's crazy." You were unsure of how to process the piece of information you were presented. You turned to look at Suguru, who was nonchalantly still indulging in his food. "You knew?"

He looked up from his plate, cocking an eyebrow, "I just assumed they knew each other from somewhere, not that they were already friends. I would've never guessed that one!"

"Right? I mean, what are the chances of moving across your best friend from high school?" You mused.

"Well, It was hardly a coincidence," Your mom chimed in, amused by your antics. "We did keep in touch after she moved away, honey. How old do you think we are? We had emails."

"Yeah, and we had been planning to move back here, sooner or later." Mrs. Geto spoke. "Suguru's eventually leaving for college, so we thought a little change wouldn't hurt."

"And by little, she means 30 more minutes of commute to school every day," Suguru contorted his face playfully at his mother, earning a slap on the shoulder.

"We did ask for your opinion, mister!" She defended herself.

And, so the lunchtime chit-chat continued. But your mind stayed hung up on that one sentence.

Suguru is eventually leaving for college.

He won't forever be your next-door neighbor who helps you with homework and brings you to get takeout with his friends. He won't be at your house for these little luncheons soon enough. And, he won't be around to hang out with you forever, soon enough.

Of course, he would visit when he had time and you could talk on the phone, but you knew things wouldn't be the same once he left for college. He'd have a completely new life there. Would he even want you to be a part of it? Would he call? Would he have any time to think of you, or his friends?

Would you ever see him again, after he moves for college?

As his (secret) admirer, it was a painful realization, but more so as his friend.

A mere, off-handed comment hit you like an arrow, straight to the heart. You didn't even realize how much a single sentence could affect you, until Suguru shook you by the shoulder, jolting you awake from your daydream, "Where are you?" He looked at you with a slightly confused expression, wondering what you were so lost in thought about. "You said the other day you wanted help with your physics assignment?"

You were--evidently-- not used to dealing with a situation like this.

When you realized Suguru was your next-door neighbor, you were repulsed by the idea of it, the first thing. You liked him. Maybe it was even enough to call it a crush but, feelings are scary, man! Constantly seeing him around would only accelerate your feelings for him.

You didn't want that. You couldn't be distracted. You wouldn't let him distract you. And, certainly, you wouldn't become one for him, either.

"I think I told Maki I'd call her." you brushed off his question.

***

"Yes, but now I don't Iike him like that anymore…" you were plopped on your bed, on a call with your one and only.

Suguru had left earlier to meet up with his friends. You'd pass on the offer, saying you had homework to complete, which was partially true.

You turned around to lay on your stomach, head resting against your free hand, ranting like she was your therapist, "I just don't understand why I'm acting this way, Maki"

"Didn't you just say, you don't like him like that? I don't see the problem?" She spoke calmly. She always did.

Even if you cried to her about the most random stuff, she'd always listen to you and never judge you for it. Well maybe, she did judge you a little but that's just what friends are for. "Have you considered the possibility that you're still not completely over him and want him to be around longer?"

You hummed in response, repeating after her. "Umm, I'm not sure where you are trying to go with this, but it's not that."

"I think you're just confused. You used to like him, but now that you actually know him he's not your type, so you're just confused." She finished, emphasizing the last part.

"You sound experienced." You chuckled, trying to get a rise out of her.

And, just as if she could see right through you. She cleared her throat, "We are not doing this again," putting on her sternest voice.

***

"Did you miss the bus?" Suguru inquired as he straddled his bike across the street.

"Looks like it," Your hands shot up with dejection.

What could you do?

Both your parents were off to their offices right before you rushed off to school, yourself. "I swear I was out on time."

"I can't believe I get to witness a sight like this, Ms. Perfect missing her bus to school." Suguru snickered as he got off his bike to walk back inside his garage.

He's been hanging out with Maki too much.

You were already crossing over to his house when he emerged from the garage with a skating helmet. "That won't protect my head from a truck," you chuckle.

"Might protect the truck, who knows?" He shrugged. "Who knew there'd come a time that you'd need a ride? I would've been prepared."

He placed the helmet on your head and buckled it securely before revving up the bike's engine, "Hop on," He patted the seat.

With a sigh you climbed his bike, sitting behind him. Your hands gripped a part of the seat behind you to find some sort of balance.

This was as nerve-wracking as it was new to you. Sitting on a bike.

On Suguru Geto's bike!

"What are we waiting for?" You turned to get a look at his face, which was shielded with a helmet.

"You'll fall off if you sit like that," he commented, pushing his visor down.

"How else am I supposed to sit on a bike, then, Suguru?" You sounded annoyed, as you stole a glance at your wristwatch. You were already late. "I'd be really thankful if you get us to school on time."

"I know, so just hold onto me, or something." He turned around to look at you with his visors still blocking you from getting a look at his face. You couldn't make out from his tone if he was getting annoyed at you, or laughing.

"I'm entrusting you with my life. Is that not enough?"

"Oh my god! Just hold onto me. It's not that deep!"

"Alright!" your hands snaked around his waist, awkwardly unsure of how to be. Sure, you were friends but friends don't get a feel of each others' waists, do they? Do you rest your palm against his abdomen, or do you hold your hands in front of him?

Your mind wreaked as you fidgeted with your hands.

Suguru must've noticed.

He removed his hands from the bike and placed them on yours. He crossed your arms flat around his waist, so you were practically back-hugging him now.

You could feel each and every crevice of his abdomen, and it was messing with your brain. His hand rested on top of yours until he was sure you wouldn't take them off anymore.

You could smell his cologne and his shampoo from how close you were to him. You felt a small laugh vibrate through his body as he revved the engine one last time and finally made his way to school.

You were definitely late.

***

You were completely zoned out when the teacher called your name for the third time.

"I get that it's been a long day. I do, but--" She closed her textbook with a sigh, seeing the drowsy and listless bunch sitting in front of her. "Let's end the class here for today."

And, without missing a beat, the whole class was up and about their businesses for lunch. The teacher shook her head, half in disbelief and half in mirth.

You were packing your stuff to leave as well when the teacher tapped on your desk to get your attention, "Would it be possible for you to drop by the library and get these books for me?" She slid a piece of paper towards you.

Noticing how short the list was, you agreed, "Sure, Ms. Seige. I can drop them off by the end of the lunch break."

You folded the paper, tucked it in your pocket, and bid her goodbye.

You looked at your wristwatch and, noticed that you had a good twenty minutes before lunch began. You could still enjoy with your friends if you quickly dropped off the books in time and rushed to the lunch hall.

Not that fifty minutes for a lunch break was a short time, but you hadn't seen any of them all day, except Suguru, of course.

You greeted Shoko with a hug and handed her the piece of paper with the list of books your teacher wanted, along with a few snacks you had picked for her on your way. She had been a huge help to you for most of the year in finding all the books you were asked to gather by your teachers, being the student in charge of the library.

"Who is it this time?" She unfolded the list, flat on the table.

"Ms. Seige. Physics." You dropped your bag by her chair, as you watched her type away on her computer and scribble some things on the list.

"Oh! She's a good one." She turned in her seat and remarked, as she handed you the list.

"That's rare- you praising a teacher," You chuckled.

"She deserves it," She shrugged, turning back to her work. "Do me a favor and, drag Suguru on your way back. He should be somewhere in the back. Let's get lunch together. I'll text the others."

It was flabbergasting and borderline frustrating how Suguru was so effortlessly smart. "Does he ever attend any of his classes?"

"None that I know of."

"Must be nice…" You muttered to yourself, as you wandered off to find him and your books.

***

Suguru was cooped up in a small corner of the library, sitting-- rather leaning the upper half of his body against the bookshelf. From the looks of it, he must've been in that position for a while. Just looking at his stance made you question everything you knew about him.

How was he sitting-- laying, whatever he was doing-- in that position? What about the book captivated him so much, that he was torturing his back like that?

You quickly slipped your phone out and clicked a picture to show the others later. Placing the books on the nearest table, you slowly crept up behind him, mostly to give him a scare, but you were also very much intrigued by his novel's contents.

A little detour and you were practically breathing down his neck. But, the guy still hadn't a clue.

You were able to easily read into his book from where you were standing.

Touch me, tease me. Feel me up.

Two sentences were enough for you to understand what captured Suguru's undivided attention.

"So you were actually into friction, not fiction!" You mock-whispered in his ear, with every intention to give him a jump scare.

And boy, did it work!

Suguru's shoulder, which supported most of his body weight against the bookshelf, slid from the sudden shock. "What the-- OUch!" He was flat on the ground in a matter of seconds. Yet, that didn't stop him from concealing his book at the sight of you. "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

You tried your best to not break into a burst of laughter as you stood straighter, towering above him. "Nothing,"

"Why would you creep up on me like that?" He brushed off his clothes, still trying to tuck away his book. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, all flustered and unmoving. A bright red tinge rose on his neck, face, and ears. He was so red he could qualify as a traffic light.

All you wanted to do was pull out your phone and click another picture, but you decided to spare him the torment. One embarrassing picture in the group chat was enough to rid him of his sleep for a few months. Gojo and Shoko would never let him live this down.

"Oh, come on! Don't act like you wouldn't," You grinned, unable to hold back anymore. You held out your arm towards him, "Be grateful that it was me."

He grabbed your hand as he hoisted himself up. "Did you," he sighed, "read any of it?"

He looked like he was on the verge of tears. One wrong move, and you'd be the first reason Suguru ever let his emotions win.

Your face turned blank, almost mirroring his. But, you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying teasing him. He wouldn't be upset with you if you told him the truth, right?

That just wasn't like Suguru.

Right?

The corners of your lips curled up into a ghost of a smile, as you looked up at him through your lashes, "Touch me, tease me, feel me up?"

His hands immediately flew to his face, covering up any expression,

"Oh my god!" he whined.

You burst into laughter once again at his unexpected timid behavior. "Suguru," You seized his hands away from his face, "That's all I read. I promise."

His lips turned into a sheepish smile, finally looking at you, "This had to stay between us. Forever!" His hands swung side-to-side, and so did yours, holding onto his as he whined.

You drew your hands back, cringing at his coyness. You had never seen him act like that, and it was kind of creepy. You had to admit.

"Ugh," You mindlessly reacted. "Why are you acting like this?"

Before he could respond, Shoko yelled from her desk up front, "Guys, it's been FIFTEEN years! It doesn't take that long to find three books and a guy!"

You rushed to pick up your books at the sound of her voice, but Suguru caught you by your wrist, "I promise I'll bring you to school and back every day. They can't know," He pleaded.

You could tell how serious he was, just by one look at his face, "I won't." You reassured him. You felt slightly disappointed in yourself for teasing him. Just his expression sat like a heavy weight on your chest. You had no idea a little joke would affect him this much. "You don't have to bring me to school every day. It was meant to be a harmless joke, Suguru."

"I know," He stuck his tongue out at you, walking past you and picking up your books. "Let's go."

This bastard.

He was very much aware of the affect he had on you and used it to the best of his advantage. It took you a whole moment to realize that you had been fooled by his stupidly pretty face.

"Suguru!" You followed after him, but he was already dropping off your book with Shoko and running out of the library.

***

"On a school night? Your parents will ambush everyone," Shoko flicked Gojo's forehead, stopping him from stealing her fries.

"But, this would be our last one!" he theatrically caressed his forehead, turning around frantically to persuade everyone. "They're out of town for the weekend, anyways."

"Still, don't you think it's a little short notice?" You blankly stated. But, who were you kidding?

High school kids from your school would sell their souls to attend one Halloween party thrown by THE GOJO SATORU. There was no such thing as "short notice".

You looked at Maki for some sort of sign, and then towards Shoko.

Your eyes didn't dare look in Suguru's direction. You weren't upset with him. Of course not. Yet, you couldn't. He was never one to talk much, unlike Gojo. It was never easy to understand his true feelings.

"You'll come right?" Suguru nudged your shoulder lightly.

"I don't know," You whispered back.

"Please?" He said leaning ever-so-slightly into you. Looking at you the same way you did, in the library, and his head tilted.

Anything Gojo said after that faded into nothingness, as you looked at Suguru's face. Blood rushed through your whole body so furiously, that you could hear your heart beating in your ears. Your face grew uncontrollably hot. Subconsciously, your hands fanned your face and you leaned backward in your seat. That look on his face felt so foreign to you. It was almost like he was playing some sick joke at you.

His smirk grew into a boyish grin. He so knew he could convince you with just a smile. "Hmm?"

You cleared your throat, bringing your focus to your wristwatch. You needed an excuse. Anything. "I have to drop these off," You gathered Ms. Seige's books from the table, as you scrambled to leave.

"I'll go with you-" He began saying, but was cut off by one of his classmates. You were out of earshot but could still make out by the looks of it that she demanded all his attention.

Dissatisfaction greeted with you a warm hug at the sight of him talking to the girl. You hated feeling this way. Why should someone else get to control how you feel? As disappointed as you felt, you didn't let it get to your head. You didn't look back at the group for a second time.

Sure, he could have other friends or girlfriends.

It was none of your business.

Suguru was just a friend to you.

And that's all he'll ever be.

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I’m slightly obsessed with this vampire cowboy if you couldn’t tell 😅

Being the baby in a family of vampires is a difficult position to hold. You're not a baby by any means, you're in your thirties by now, but compared to the patriarch of your new family who is over three hundred years older than you, the other vampires dwarf your time on this planet. You know that this life is a blessing, that without it you'd be long dead by now, but it still stings having your age used against you in practically every family discussion.

Carlisle has more sympathy for your age difference but Edward is the worst for it. He's only seventy years older than you and yet you'd think he was seven hundred years older from the way he acts. You can't help the fact that people born in the same year as you are still alive and well, it's not like you can make time pass quicker and yet your adoptive brother seems to take great delight in pulling rank over you in any discussions about the future of the coven. Knowing he can read your thoughts of frustration does nothing to help the situation either.

Jasper knows it bothers you. He was still fairly new to the coven when you were turned, so whilst he's older than Edward he doesn't have the same position in the coven. It doesn't bother him as much since he outlives Edward, but he understand your frustrations. One of the perks of his abilities is knowing when you're reaching the end of your patience so he can quickly intervene with the suggestion of getting out of the house if only for a while so you can calm down.

It's almost a tradition at this point that not long after a move, the two of you will seek out some private spot far from the new house, far from the new town, that will become your spot for the duration of your time in whatever new place the coven has moved to.

As far as your limited experience goes, Forks seems to be a fairly nice town. Nothing like the small English town you lived in when you were human, but it's nice. It rains almost constantly, which is a nice feeling of being back home, and the people seem more than friendly enough. Carlisle had mentioned you having your tour of the high school in the upcoming days once enough time had passed for the family to have 'settled in'. The only thing you'd actually done upon arriving in town was choosing a bedroom for you and Jasper and immediate heading out to find your new spot.

Carlisle had warned you about not breaking the treaty he had formed with the Quileutes but aside from that, you and Jasper had been given free reign. It still hurt when the last thing you'd heard before you left the house was yet another snide remark from Edward about needing to baby proof the house before the two of you returned. You'd stopped running after maybe twenty minutes, and this was definitely not going to be your spot, but Jasper got the impression you needed time to process the past rather than look to the future.

"Do you think he'll always treat me like that?" You question makes Jasper pause for a moment as he considers his response. He lets his eyes drift over the small clearing the two of you are sat in before his gaze falls back to you.

"I hope not darlin'." His words do nothing to stop the ache in your chest and he knows it. He can tell from the defeated look on your face and the way your emotions flicker across your face. He doesn't need to be an empath to know how much this tirade is starting to bother you.

"Alice said that he'd stop with time, but I don't think I can spend another thirty years listening to him be so condescending about me." The mention of your precognitive sibling makes Jasper pause. For her to have a vision of something so specific would be unusual from what he's discerned over the years.

"Did Alice see something about him stopping?" You shrug lightly, pulling your knees close to your chest.

"Not necessarily. She said she saw something big happening whilst we're here that will make him stop but that could be years away." Jasper lets out a quiet noise of consideration at your words. Alice had been having more frequent visions since you'd all moved, maybe something big was on the horizon. Last time she'd had this many was just before you'd come into their lives.

"I can ask Carlisle to speak to him if you want." You take a moment to consider his offer before shaking your head lightly.

"I think that would just make him do it more out of spite. Thank you though." You outstretch a hand to him that he's more than willing to take. Even after over a decade of being together, it never fails to fill him with joy how perfectly your hand fits in his. Like you were made for him, or he was made for you. Maybe both. It certainly feels that way when you look at him with a smile that could rival the moon for how beautiful it is.

"You want to head somewhere new?" You nod at him and allow him to help you to your feet. Even now you're both standing your hands are still entwined and he smiles as he feels you squeeze his hand gently.

"Lead the way cowboy."

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Fast Changes Part 6 - Azriel x Reader

Plot: You are Feyre’s younger twin and get sent into the Cauldron with your sisters coming out as high fae. What happens on this journey

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4🌶️ Part 5 🌶️🌶️

Warnings: Angst

After the night you and Azriel had you'd spent together, it continued for another three weeks, you were together in the Frenzy. Rhys and Cassian had said it was the longest they'd ever seen mates be in the frenzy.

They put it down to Azriel being Azriel and that it was both the absolute obbession he had with you and the bond, mixed with his overprotectivness that he had always had.

When you emerged after those three weeks and gone to the dining room everything had changed. Elain even though as awkward as ever, she was sat with Lucien, seemed to be giving the male a chance.

It seemed that he had managed to use the bond to coax her out of her silence more, she seemed distant still but she spoke and it made a grin appear on Y/N's face.

Nesta just seemed constantly angry at the world, and with the upcoming war that the group had been preparing for it seemed fitting despite her lack of battle knowledge.

"I want to train. And i want to help" she'd said quietly to her family at the dinner table, everyone stopped eating at this, even the clanking of Elain's fork was heard.

"No" Azriel says before going back to eating his food, everyone tensing at his cold tone that wasn't uncommon but shokcing that it was directed towards his mate.

"What do you mean no? I wish to get stronger" she argues, looking back towards Azriel who was in the seat next to her.

"You will do neither of those things, and you will listen to me. As your mate" he says gruffly.

Since the bond had been accepted she'd gotten stronger with her borderline empathic abilities. None of them really knew what she could do or how they worked.

Azriel had heard Feyre talking to Rhys, saying how even when she was human Y/N had always been very deep with her emotions, she wore them on her face clearly. Unlike Nesta who just always looked angry even if she wasn't and unlike Elain who wouldn't tell a soul she was upset. She also struggled to control these emotions more so when she was younger, and she when riled up tended to be volatile.

So Feyre tensing had Rhys' standing up out of his chair walking round closer to Azriel's side.

"So now that I'm your mate, i have to obey everything you say?" she asks, clutching the side of her chair.

"N-no that isn't what i meant?" he stutters realising how that had come out.

"Well it clearly is. Why cant i train. I want to be able to help. I want to be a part of this. I want to make Hybern pay for everything that he did to me" the room had this pulsing force around it.

"Because..." he starts but he cant say everything that is possibly on his mind right now. He loved her and waited for her for over 500 years, it was something he needed to protect and to keep safe.

"Well?"

"I need to keep you safe" is all he simply said.

"I - surley you teaching me how to protect both myself and others will keep me safer in the long run" she argues back.

"I know what you are like, you'd run head first into danger if it was to protect us" he grits out.

"You dont know anything" she grits out. This angers Azriel immensely, he'd spent ages getting to know every little thing about you.

"I know nothing? So i don't know that whenever you get scared, you stop breathing until you know you arent in danger or until you feel safe, and that just so happens to be whenever i was around. I don't know that you still get nightmares everynight and i have to hold you until you stop crying, I don't know that when you get excited you make a little breathy noise to show you gratitute. I don't know that when you get tired my shadows always come find me, telling me your asking for me. No i clearly know nothing" he spits out, and he immedietley regrets it seeing the look on her face.

"Y/N" Rhys says feeling her powers get stronger.

"Azriel please" she begs one final time.

"My answers final, I wont train you, and you wont participate in any battle that i'm a part off" he grits out.

"Is that a promise or a threat?"

"It's me asking nicely!" he grunts out.

"Fuck you Azriel" she mutters, getting up from her chair, Rhys reaches out for her but a burst of energy from her kocks him back. Everyone in the room was now no longer watching this interation placidly.

No-one in the room realized it but she'd been slowly feeding off the various emotions that were present and she'd managed to redispurse it in the form of pure energy.

Y/N had gone all the way to their room, tears in her eyes and a single shadow following her along the way. She'd tried multiple times to just bat it away and force it to go back to its master. But it seemed defiant of both his master calling him back and his masters mate not wanting him around.

She cried, cried for hours. Then she started to pack a bag, she quietly crept out of her room, she was going to ask Amren if she could stay with her and see if she could sneak to the Illyrian camps and ask someone to train her or see if Cassian was willing to go against his brother.

"Where do you think you're off too" a voice asks behind her, her head whirls round and she sees Rhys stood behind her arms crossed.

"I'm sorry for earlier Rhys, but i cannot be here tonight. I'm going to Amren" she admits.

"Ill have Cassain fly you there" he sighs rubbing his temple.

"Excellent" she smiles already forming a plan in her head.

Cassian came out moments later a sad look on his face, as if he wanted to say something but between him and Rhysand who seemed to be mentally scolding him, he chose to remain silent.

“Come let’s go” Cassian smiles taking her hand and helping her out into the balcony.

“Az is going to be so very annoyed at me for this” he laughs lightly knowing his brother would not be a fan of him touching his mate let alone taking her to some unknown location.

“Cassian, I have a favour to ask you” she breathes out, just as he launches of the balcony making her grip on to him tighter, the wind strong and flapping through her untied hair.

“Why do I feel like I’m not going to like this?” He says looking down at her, they were safe now that they were flying high over Velaris, avoiding any of the trees or buildings by miles.

“I want you to train me”

“WHAT? Are you mad, AZ will have my head” he admits dropping them a little lower as they were nearing Amrens apartment.

“Amrens been so helpful when it comes to my abilities and learning how to use them and what they actually are, but Azriel won’t always be able to be there for me, and I need to know how to protect myself for when he isn’t. No matter how much he doesn’t like it” she admits, it was true. Azriel being spymaster put a large bounty on Y/N’s head.

“I’ll do it, but Azriel does not find out. We do it my way and you listen to everything I say” he bargains making her laugh.

“That’s more than I expected, I’ll take it!”

“I’ll come here tomorrow and take you to a place I know Azriel won’t be able to find us, he doesn’t dare go back” he smiles.

He drops her off Amren reaching her arms out and gesturing the girl in.

“Come girl, we have much to work with”

“I’ll see you tomorrow Cas?”

“Tomorrow”

A/N:

God guys, I should have done this in second person because my god writing x reader is so hard in the first or third person. I think this series will be coming to a close soon and I’ll be moving onto a new one that will be easier too write!

I had a thought of Azriel pining after Mor, then Elain, then Gwyn and him being rejected by all of them and having reader known they were mates for a very long time but chose not to say anything (similar to Rhys with Feyre) lots of Angst.

Another series idea being that reader comes along mid him simping for Elain and he refuses to acknowledge the very obvious mate bond and is constantly hurting the reader. Her and Lucien get close …

Lots more to come!

Many more imagines or one shots too! I have reading week from university soon too, so of course I can write lots more!

I’ve also been planing where I missed Kinktober (I was so sad) that instead I’d do like an advent calendar for Christmas!

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[jae-bummer]

Know Your Worth

Request: Hello, could I request #9 with Seventeen Woozi ?

Prompt:

9) "I don't want them. I want you."

Pairing: Seventeen Woozi x Reader

Genre: Angst

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Your phone vibrated next to your plate, causing your friend, Ari, to eye it warily. "Why bother carrying your phone around if you never use it?"

"I don't know what you mean," you muttered, taking an uncomfortably large bite of your food. Strategically, this would keep you from having to phrase a rebuttal in what you knew would be an upcoming argument.

"You know exactly what I mean," she sighed, setting her fork on the table. She reached toward your device, but you quickly grabbed it, and set it further away from her.

Pointing to your mouth, you exaggerated your chewing before giving the smallest shrug.

"You're a menace," she groaned. Just as you thought she was going to pick up her utensils again and go back to safe dinner conversation, you nearly choked as she launched herself toward the opposite end of the table.

You scrambled in an attempt to get your phone before she did, but it took only a few seconds before you realized it was a lost cause. As she held your device, clutched protectively in her hands, she looked up at you with a grin.

"Who's the menace?" you croaked, finally finished chewing your last bite of food.

She ignored you and chose to unlock your phone instead. Narrowing her eyes at the screen, she looked back up. "What is your problem?"

"I mean, should we start with the childhood trauma or-"

"Don't be cute!" she gasped, flashing the screen in your direction. "Why, may I ask, do you have multiple unread messages from Woozi?"

"I cannot shut down my cuteness, Ari," you sighed, focusing fully on the plate before you. It had suddenly become much more interesting in the past few moments.

"Stop deflecting and tell me the truth!" she groaned. "I'm trying to live vicariously through you and it's really hard when you're sabotaging both of our dreams!"

You leaned your head back and tried to suppress a groan. There it was.

Reflecting back, the day had been just like any other. You had stopped at your favorite cafe for a cup of tea and ran into your friend who was not a friend. Jihoon was someone who you only knew by his order being called out by a barista, but in your head, he was one of your comfort people. You had a normal routine that he had fallen into. Whether it was waiting for your drinks at the to go area (in companionable silence) or sitting next to each other at the bar (also in companionable silence), you knew of each other in the barest of ways. He was an NPC in your life until he decided to slip you his number before leaving the coffee shop one day.

It took giving yourself a pep talk to finally text him. He was attractive and a great tipper (very important), but that was all you knew. In time, you learned he was a (self-admitted) bad texter, an emotional drinker, and someone who tended to keep his struggles to himself. The handful of dates you had gone on went above and beyond what you had hoped. Jihoon was incredibly kind, listened well, and was always considerate. His vibe was soft and something special that you could never relate to anyone you had met before.

Once you had finally grown comfortable with the idea of dating someone, you slowly began to tell your friends. It was then that their expectations slapped you in the face. You knew Jihoon was a musician and had even listened to his music before the two of you had grown close. The gravity of who he was, however, hadn't hit you until you started bringing him up.

"It wasn't my dream to date someone high profile," you muttered, shooting your friend a look. "I just want to be with someone in a normal way."

"He's still a human, Y/N," your friend whined. "I'm sure he's great at being normal."

"Yeah, but you're not," you huffed.

Taken aback, your friend tilted her head. Sliding you your phone, she crossed her arms. "And what does that mean?"

"It means that everything was fine until everyone started telling me about how famous he was!" you gasped, throwing your hands in the air.

"But that doesn't mean-"

"No," you cut her off. "It doesn't mean I shouldn't date him, but it made me realize just how much attention he got. It made me realize that he may be too busy, too famous, or honestly, too attractive to ever fall for me in the way I was for him."

"Y/N," Ari said quietly. You looked to her face and noticed her expression was remorseful. "I never thought my excitement for who you were dating would make you feel like that...I was more excited for you to be happy."

"Happy with an idol," you grumbled.

"I'm sorry," she squeaked. "But he's obviously texting you...he's showing he's interested. Are you really putting everything on hold because you have the dumbest friend in the whole world?"

"You aren't dumb," you sighed. "It's more about me than you. It just felt better to blame you."

"No, I made you realize something you never should have even thought of," she muttered. "Because you're the best and he could love the shit out of you if you let him."

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Taking a deep breath, you looked up at the sign dangling from the coffee shop that you had been regrettably going to for the past week. It felt awful sneaking around to places you knew Jihoon wouldn't be. The indigestion from the crappy drinks was second to the guilt.

Walking forward, you tugged at the door, and slid into the cafe. Pulling at the handle to close it behind you, you were surprised as it swung open again with force. Looking over your shoulder, you let out a whimper. Jihoon stood before you, white knuckling the edge of the door.

"So this is where you go to avoid someone," he said, deadpan.

If you could shrink into yourself and then melt into the floor, now would be a great time to do that.

"I'm not avoiding anyone," you whispered. The words already sounded like a lie.

"I never took you for someone who ghosted, Y/N," he sighed, shaking his head. Letting go of the door, he backed away, and let it slam in your face.

Shit.

Immediately pushing back outside, you were relieved to see he hadn't made it very far. Plopped on a bench, he was hunched over, and typing furiously on his phone. You tried to make yourself as small as possible as you walked over and plopped on the seat beside him.

"I know it may be a really bad excuse," you said quietly. "But honestly, it's not you. It's me."

Sitting up, Jihoon swiveled his head toward you and narrowed his eyes.

Yeah, you probably deserved that look.

"I've been in my head about us," you continued. "And honestly, my head is the worst place to be. All cobwebs and shitty coffee."

This caused a small smirk that ignited a bit of hope in your chest. If he was even the tiniest bit receptive, maybe he'd understand.

Actually, you were sure he would. He was Jihoon.

"I started talking to my friends," you grumbled. "Which was a huge mistake. They made me very aware that you were THE Woozi of Seventeen."

"You hadn't already noticed?" he asked. You could tell by his mannerisms that he was tired. Whether that was because of his job or you, you weren't completely sure.

"Of course I noticed," you sighed. "I just hadn't really...thought about it."

"I'm going to need some context to that one."

"You were Jihoon," you shrugged. "I knew what you did for a living, but that had very little to do with the version of you I came to know."

"My career is part of who I am," he said. "It's shaped me in a lot of ways."

"I recognize that," you nodded. "And I appreciate that side of you too. I guess I just hadn't really considered you as a celebrity or anything. You were just this guy I met at the coffee shop and thought was cute."

"Is there a reason why I can't be both?"

"Yes," you grumbled. "Because a celebrity and a boy who gave me his number are two things that could not possibly correlate."

"I am so terribly lost that I don't even know how you want me to respond, Y/N," Jihoon said, almost apologetically.

"You can't like me," you insisted. "At least that's what I thought. How could you like me? I'm no one."

Jihoon's mouth popped open and he stared at you as if you had just sprouted a second head. "Is that why you haven't been talking to me?"

"Well...yeah."

This made him openly laugh as he scooted closer to you. Reaching over, he took your face between his hands. Smiling sadly, he began to shake his head. "You thought I'd decide you weren't worth it."

"Or that some other person would come along," you said quietly. It was growing harder and harder not to nuzzle your face into his palm. "Someone more notable or better looking."

"I'm not sure if you've hit your head lately," Jihoon grinned. "But I don't want them. I want you."

"Are you sure?" you squeaked.

"Wasn't I the one who gave you my number?"

"Well yeah, but-"

"No buts," he said quietly, this time his face serious. "No if's, no maybes. You are worth every bit of attention I give you, and then some. You cannot equate your worth based on your lack of celebrity. Do you know how many celebrities I know who are worth absolutely nothing at all?"

You could feel the tears start to well on your lower lashes. You had been so incredibly clueless all along. You had learned Jihoon's heart and you should have known better.

"I'm stupid," you whimpered. "And I'm sorry."

Jihoon's eyes were so soft as he looked at you, like he could never make you understand. "You are not and don't be. Just talk to me. I know I'm not the easiest person to be with, but I will make it so damn worth it for you, Y/N. Just give me the chance."

Gasping out a choked off sob, you pulled his face toward yours. Placing a kiss firmly on his lips, you pulled away again to wipe the tears falling down your cheeks. Giggling, you realized you had gotten some on Jihoon as well. Reaching up, you dabbed at his skin with sweater paws.

Smiling like your chest would burst with happiness, you looked into his eyes. A smile was waiting there too.

Everything was going to be okay as long as you let it.

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[blimbo-buddy]

Bug World No Mercy: Naming Systems in the Bug Kingdoms

Before we proceed: I want to note that with all of the names listed, they can also be translated into other languages and it will still suffice as a name for the bug.

For example: If you translate “Leaf” into Spanish, “Hoja”, it will still be a valid name because of the word it was translated from. So without further ado:

Slugs of the Garth/Timberland

Before the Great Division Of Slug Country, the Slugs all had the same naming system.

Their names typically followed things associated with nature, wild-grown fruits, trees, leaves, plants, etc.

When the Slugs of the Garth formed their empire, they took on names associated with things you might find in a garden:

Fruits: Banana, Watermelon, Berry

Vegetables: Cucumber, Spud, Carrot

Nuts: Pistachio, Pecan 

Legumes: Chickpea, String Bean

Flowers: Lily, Daffodil, Aster

When the Slugs of the Timberland stayed in the forest, they retained many of their old names, pre-division. These were names that associated with things found in the forest:

Bodies of water: Creek, Lake

Wild-grown fruits: Gumnut, Aronia

Trees: Pine, Birch

Plants: Fern, Ivy

Words relating to the forest: Woodland, Bosky 

There are, however, “ grey area” names that arose after the division of Slug Country, as these names related to things that are present in both gardens and in nature:

Strawberry, Nectar, Apple, and Honey are some examples of these names

However, a slug can actually have a quote attached to them, created for themselves and by themselves. 

Slugs of a high rank - Such as royalty, scholars, guards, advisors, etc.- are the only ones who can acquire a quote, according to Slug Law

These names can take a while to create, think of it like a thesis

High rank slugs must spend a year outlining, rough drafting, and finalizing their quote

This process also includes a month spent out in the forest to be alone with their thoughts

Trusted scholars are tasked with teaching upcoming high ranks multiple lessons of how to craft the perfect quote for themselves

The name itself must remind the others of that particular slug.

Example: “For what is the weakling slug, if they had moistened the soil into mulch, with the flesh of their enemies.” aka (Queen) Mulch.

These quote titles originated from the beginning of the Slug Country, thousands and thousands of years ago. The two warring sides of the previously known Slug Country have retained these types of names since then.

Cockroach Kingdom

Due to the Cockroach Kingdom's closeness to the humans and their society, they've taken on names that have to do with general products of human society, such as:

Human-made objects: Fork, Knife, Wire, Trash Can

Food/Drinks: Pizza, Soda, Hamburger

Buildings: Apartment, Prison, Greenhouse

The domestication of rats and pigeons by the Cockroach Kingdom is one that dates back thousands of years, theorized to be even before the Great Division of Slug Country. This led to titles pertaining to “Pest Tamers”, as the bugs call it, to be created: 

Cockroaches that handle rats are given the title “Rat Tamer” before their name

On the other hand, cockroaches that handle pigeons are given the title “Pigeon Master” before their name

Hammerheads of the Gastropods (Hammerhead Worms)

Hammerhead Worm names generally follow a "4-part rule", going as such: Sir/Madame Gastro- (Given Birth Name) -Pod.

For shortening reasons, one may call a Hammerhead Slug: Sir/Madame (Given Name), Gastro-(Given Name), or (Given Name)-Pod.

Example: Madame Gastro-Grate-Pod, 

Or: Madame Grate, Gastro-Grate, Grate-Pod

In Hammerhead Worm society, it is considered incredibly rude and disrespectful to only refer to one by only their Given Birth Name.

These Given Birth Names will typically be based off of:

The Hammerhead’s physical appearance: Mottle, Splotch, Stripe, Brindle

Physical actions: Scrape, Drag, Grate, Clutch, Trek, Smear

Believed to be the second oldest bug kingdom to perfect “Pest Taming”, Hammerhead Worms classify themselves into small categories, based upon the bird that acts as their steed:

Example: Robin Jockey, Finch Jockey

Moth Citadel

Moths are typically named after:

Organic materials that they eat: Cloth, Shirt, Hair, Blanket, Wool, Silk

Dark-themed words: Dim, Dull, Shade, Bleak

Moths also have a secondary part to their name.

Depending on what stage of the moon they were born under, that will serve as their last name.

For example: Blanket Waxing Crescent.

These last names fall under "Moon Families", although not every moth in the same Moon Family is related to each other.

Cicada Burrow

Since Cicada society puts lots of emphasis on a past life that a cicada has had, their names reflect such beliefs.

Cicada names include their current life's name alongside their previous life's name: (Current life’s name); Once-(Previous life’s name)

Cicada names are typically based around:

Types of trees: Redwood, Oak, Sycamore

Noises: Hum, Buzz, Bang

Words relating to plants/roots: Pith, Root, Stem

Nectar/Juices/Saps: Phloem, Mango Nectar, Apple Juice

An example of this would be: Sycamore; Once-Lily Nectar

Note: If a Cicada has just begun their cycle (Meaning that they are the beginning life of a rebirth cycle) then they will have just a singular name

Beetle Dynasty

Due to the dynasty's heavy emphasis on being defensively strong and armory, their names are ones that sound very heavy/strong/sturdy. This includes

Minerals/Gems: Titanium, Talc, Calcite

Trees/Words relating to trees: Lumber, Branch, Redwood

Words relating to rocks: Sedimentary, Boulder, Cobble

Metals: Cobalt, Copper, Steel

Example: Titanium, Sedimentary, Talc, Lumber

Beetles within the nation may also be granted a special title alongside their name. Usually connecting with a specific achievement

Special Title Example: Tungsten the Artificer, Strata the Batslayer

Worm Empire

Due to their entire empire (and association) being within the dirt, Worms take on names that have something to do with the earth

They can be based off of minerals in the dirt: Sulfur, Dolomite 

The types of dirt: Peat, Clay

Shades of brown: Umber, Beige

Tools used to dig up the earth: Trowel, Shovel 

Words connected to digging and moving around: Wriggle/Wriggling, Tunnel/Tunneling

The leader of the Worm Empire has the title of "Earth Master"

Worms who forage for food are given the title of "Processor"

Example: "Earth Master Excavator" “Processor Bronze”

Butterfly Pavilion

The butterflies take great pride in their appearance and beauty, so it's only fitting that their names reflect that. Many of their names are based on:

Colors: Blue, Amber, Aqua

Positive adjectives: Handsome, Bright, Clever

Flowers: Dahlia, Zinnia, Allium

Words/sounds associated with birds: Whir, Caw, Vane

Bird species: Robin, Hawk, Condor

When born, the caterpillars have their names prefaced with "Beautiful Sprout" and will keep this title until they form into a cocoon.

Upon emerging, the butterfly leaves behind their Beautiful Sprout title

Higher ranking butterflies can gain the title of Weathervane, alongside the number at which they rank at within the group of 10 Weathervanes

They can “rank up” whenever the Weathervane ahead of them retires, dies, or is overthrown

Example: 4th Weathervane Caw

Fly Cluster

Unlike the other bug kingdoms, flies don’t have an actual kingdom due to their nature to roam around and eat things that many bugs wouldn’t even eat as a last resort. However, despite this vagabond-esque culture and lack of a “proper kingdom”, the flies still have a system of names, typically based off of: 

Death-related words: Corpse, Carrion, Muerte

Fungus and fungus genus names: Cordyceps, Lion’s Mane, Mucor

Bacteria and viruses: Shigella, Rabies

Words relating to decomposition: Decay, Rot, Spoil

Spider Province

Though spiders have a wide array of naming systems that pertain to their kingdom, often you’ll find specific patterns in their names. Some names have a bit to do with their proximity with humans. You’ll find spiders named after:

Carnivorous plants: Sundew, Butterwort 

Words relating to crafting: Concoct, Forge

Words relating to thread spinning: Intertwine, Weave, Spindle

Quiet noises: Mumble, Whisper, Hum, Hush

Clothes: Shirt, Jacket, Sweatshirt, Shoe(s)

Animals: Wolf, Viper, Python (Thanks to @imagination-confusion for this!

Something to note is that all spiders, no matter their age, will have the title of “Mandrel” due to their natural web-spinning capabilities being compared to the likes of that specific weaving tool. 

Example: Spindle the Mandrel

Pillbug Domain

This kingdom of small, armored bugs puts lots of emphasis onto their outer exterior. So it’s only natural that their names reflect such cultural importance in one’s outside shell. Pillbugs will typically be named after:

Outer casing and frameworks: Shell, Chassis, Pod, Hull

Words related to spinning/fast movement: Spin, Bowl, Twist, Sweep

Metals: Aluminum, Steel

Trees/Words relating to trees: Redwood, Oak, Palm, Timber

Nuts: Walnut, Cashew, Pistachio

The Pillbug Domain’s high ranking bugs will sport the title of “Lord Pill” or “Lady Pill”. 

Example: Lord Pill Swing 

Something that you might notice is that many of the names of the Pillbug Domain are similar to the Beetle Dynasty’s names. This is because at some point, the Pillbug Domain was a part of the Beetle Dynasty, however would later on separate from the kingdom due to the Pillbug Lord disagreeing with many of the other leaders. 

Dragonfly Lair

Dragonflies have names that they take great pride in, much like butterflies or cockroaches. Unless you are a close familiar, they demand that you refer to them as their full name or don’t refer to them at all. They carry names based on:

Positive adjectives: Courage, Brave, Gentle, Wise, Wisdom, Lionheart

Quick words: Whip, Snap, Zoom, Swift, Curt

Birds: Robin, Hawk, Falcon

In some rare cases, however, a dragonfly may be named after an old ruler from Europe. This is rarely the case, however. But it’s unknown to the bugs - including the Dragonflies themselves- how exactly knowledge of these European rulers became known.

Dragonfly society consists of a sibling monarchy and 2-4 advisors 

The monarch dragonflies are born with the title “Eye-snatcher”

The advisor dragonflies are given the title “Lecture-wing”

Example: Eye-snatcher Ambition, Lecture-wing Sparrow

The Mosquito Flock

A kingdom that has functionally become a society that advocates for the death of the individual through hunting the sweet nectar of human blood. The Mosquito Flock carries many names based on:

Blood diseases: Sickle Cell, Anemia

Blood-related words: Ichor, Hemoglobin, Hematic

Drinking-related words: Sip, Guzzle, Swig

Eating-related words: Feast, Consume, Ingest

Words relating to a mosquito being killed: Slap, Swipe, Thwack

Bodies of water or general water-related words: Lake, Ocean, Puddle

Mosquito society has in place a title that all mosquitos must call each other by: Brother, Sister, and Sibling. 

This holds a symbolic meaning, as mosquitoes believe they are all united as a “family”, it does not mean that they are all related to each other.

Firefly Faction

Due to the relatively unknown society of the firefly faction, it proved to be difficult to record their types of names for a while. Until now. Typically, a Firefly will be named after:

Fire and heat related words: Flame, Burn

Light related words: Sunshine, Spark, Day

Shine related words: Glimmer, Flicker

Quick motions: Flutter, Blink, Wink

The Ant Colonies

Ant colonies typically do not name their ants, except for some exceptions.

There are head ants in the colony that serve as managers for the different ant ranks, Lieutenant (Head Soldier), Director (Head Worker), and Head Rationer, the latter of which is responsible for what food comes into the colony.

The Head Ant names consist of a First and Last name that:

sounds violent and/or is linked with organs and bones

Example: Lieutenant Snap Neck, Director Rip Molar, and Head Rationer Flesh Maim 

In ant colonies, there are also secondary ranks to the main three:

Soldiers: Watcher, Scout

Workers: Constructor, Brood Guard

Rationers: Food Guard, Chef

To each of these ranks, there is typically a single leading ant (Although more than one isn’t uncommon in bigger colonies). These leading secondary ants share the same last name as the head ant of their main rank, and will have their name prefaced with “Lead”:

For example, a Leading Constructor ant who works under an ant named “Director Rip Molar” will be named: Lead Constructor Stab Molar 

Meanwhile, the rest of the ants do not have any names given to them, they are typically referred to as their rank, whether they’re Soldiers, Workers, Rationers, or any of the secondary ranks. 

Regular ants can however be referred to and refer to each other as their designated rank (Food Guard, Watcher, etc.)

Drones are typically only referred to as Drones, but ants from the same colony and queen as a drone ant will sometimes refer to him as “Drone Brother”

The Queen Ant will have a violent sounding name, although not one that is formatted like the Head or Leading Ant's

The Queen's name will be prefaced by "Mother" and the name itself may be based off of:

Weapons: Sword, Sling, Crossbow

Torture methods: Keelhauling, Giridrion

Causes of death: Drown, Burn, Blunt Force 

Violent words: Maim, Snap, Rip, Gnash

Organs/Bones: Tibia, Tooth, Stomach

An example of this is: "Queen Mother Macerate II" or “Queen Mother Gnash”

The Bees of the Hive

Though hundreds of beehives reside close to each other, all of differing histories, they all generally share the same types of names. Much like the Ant Colonies, Bee Hives have three main ranks: Lieutenant (Head Soldier), Director (Head Worker), and Head Rationer. Alongside that, they have secondary ranks:

Soldiers: Watcher

Workers: Constructor, Brood Guard, Greenskeeper

Rationers: Food Guard, Chef

However, unlike the Ant Colonies, Head/Lead bees don’t have first and last names, only first names. Their names will be based around: 

Flowers: Wisteria, Oleander

Jams/preserves: Strawberry Jam, Apricot Preserves

Herbs/Teas: Chamomile, Earl Grey, Mint

Fruits: Apricot, Avocado

Descriptions of their personality: Wonderful, Humble

Regular bees are not actually properly named, instead, they are categorized by their hive's abbreviated name, their rank, and a designated number.

So for example, a drone bee from the Southern Creek Bound hive would be named: SCB-Drone-1033.

The Queen of the hive is given a proper name once she rises to the rank and successfully destroys her competitors. Like the Head and Leading bees, Queens can be named after:

Flowers

Jams/preserves

Herbs/Teas

Fruits

Descriptions of their personality

The queen bee's name is formatted as, "Queen (Name) of the (Hive name abbreviation(if needed)) Dynasty".

A queen's name may be something like: Queen Mango Jam of the SC Dynasty

The Wasp Swarms

Wasps share some of the same name aspects as both the bees and ants. Wasps have three main ranks like the bees and the ants: Workers, Soldiers, and Rationers.

And like with the bee and ant kingdoms, there are lead wasps for each main rank: Lieutenant (Head Soldier), Director (Head Worker), and Head Rationer.

With those ranks comes secondary ranks:

Soldiers: Watcher

Workers: Constructor, Brood Guard, Greenskeeper

Rationers: Food Guard, Chef

Just like ants and bees, leading secondary ranking wasps will have the title of Lead prefacing their names. Like bee society, wasps don’t have both first and last names, only a first name. These names will be based off of:

Quick actions: Dart, Strike, Jab

Fruits: Pear, Plum

Weapons: Machete, Hammer

Example: Lead Brood Guard Jab, Lieutenant Razor

The rest of the wasps don't have proper names: They are named after the sectors that they are hatched in and what rank they fill

Alongside that, wasps will have the name of the queen they were born under as part of their identification

For example: Battle Queen (Name), Sector F Soldier

Regular wasps can, however, be referred to as/refer to others as “(Sector) (Rank) Sister” or simply just “Sister”. While drones will be referred to as “(Sector) (Rank) Drone” or simply just “Drone”

Example: Sector A Sister, Sector E Drone

Just like the Head and Lead wasps, the Queen Wasp(s) will have names based off of:

Quick actions

Fruits

Weapons

Their name will also be prefaced by "Battle"

Example: Battle Queen Prickly Pear III, Battle Queen Mangosteen 

#blimbo rambles #bug world no mercy #it's here [passes on] #any questions about any of the names are welcomed I'd be happy to explain some details a bit more

[wolfiemcwolferson]

hello, unusual request of mine, but for the prompt thing .. could you maybe do 9???????

thank u love u

hi baby, Piarles son of my CEO with a twist. I was going to make everyone suffer DEEPLY about this pre-race drabble but I decided against it after making myself very sad.

Pierre has no business being here.

It's too late, it's too hot, and he's got to be in a meeting to meet the new nepo hire tomorrow morning at 10 AM.

But, that's why he's here.

His guy - the one he hired and trained and turned into the perfect employee - was passed over for the son of the CFO.

He's barely out of grad school - probably can't write a report without consulting his textbooks.

And he's meant to be Pierre's equal. He's meant to be the person that Pierre is going to work with on major acquisitions - trust to read his mind and stay late. Do all the work that Pierre does.

So, he swore off doing this - off dragging pretty boys in bars home when he should be home sleeping and resting his brain for his job, but he's here and there's a boy sucking on the side of his neck while they ride the elevator to his floor.

"You live in a nice place." The Pretty Boy says when the elevator stops and Pierre hums, squeezing his waist, pulling him down the hallway.

They haven't spoken much. There had been some dancing and some light kissing and then he had been the one to ask Pierre if he wanted to leave with him.

He's electric though. He's electric underneath his touch and he's beautiful even in the harsh light of the hall and Pierre knows he's the kind of guy he would ask on a proper date if they met in a coffee shop or maybe at the gym.

"I do," Pierre smiles at him as he pushes the door open and then there's no more talking for awhile.

There's no more talking for exactly three hours and then there's too much talking for Pierre's liking, but he can't seem to stop.

Charles is funny as hell and he's kind of stupid and he's the best fuck Pierre has had in ages, and he's eating Pierre's lunch currently, standing up at the counter while Pierre sits across from him, accepting cold chunks of sweet potatoes off the fork.

"I just think," Charles laughs through a mouthful of potato and a smile, "that no one actually hates action movies. They say that because they want to seem cultured and interesting and above it!"

Pierre has to swallow a piece of potato that's a bit too big so he doesn't choke on it.

"There is not another genre of anything that lets you look at a dirty, hunk of man, doing things that no human being should be able to do, and -"

"Okay, yes!" Pierre agrees with him, but he waves his hand to try and get him to stop talking. "But that doesn't really do it for me so maybe that's -"

Charles spears another sweet potato and hangs his head. "There's not a single part of you that enjoys the thought of some big strong man throwing you over their shoulder and -"

He squeals because the stool Pierre was in falls to the floor and Pierre is chasing him around the counter and it's way too much for a hook-up but Pierre can't care.

Charles is gone when he wakes up, but his name and his number are on the fridge whiteboard calendar in the Saturday slot and Pierre understands that he's meant to call him on Saturday, but he's running a bit late, so he just dumps his ruined lunch into the trash and grabs one of those canned coffees that he keeps in the fridge and hopes that his shirt goes high enough to cover the bruise on his neck that Charles left with his teeth.

He's going to call him. He's already decided.

Pierre is halfway through his morning routine. He's checked his email on the train and now he's responding to everything urgent and he's about to go and debrief with Alex about their upcoming meeting, but Otmar knocks on his door, sticking his head through it immediately.

"He's here," he says simply and Pierre abandons his emails and he knows that he won't be talking with Alex. He walks into the hallway after Otmar, expecting to be met with the face of a literal child except -

Charles stands there, new badge around his neck, hands in the pockets of his black suit pants, smiling at Esteban with his eyes crinkled up and Pierre thinks he might just die.

That's the fresh faced grad that he's going to have to suffer through.

"It's nice to meet you," and then Charles makes a show of looking at his badge, "Pierre. I hear we are going to be working together on acquisitions."

Pierre has regrets, but he nods at Charles, making a show of looking at his badge too. "Charles, we will be spending most of our evenings together."

And then when Charles reaches out to shake his hand, Pierre squeezes on it too hard, watching Charles' nostrils flare.

He's swearing off pretty boys in clubs. He decides. For good this time.

#piarles #a little nonsense #pre race drabble

[maspers]

Okay so I have an idea for a Halloween movie

Not a horror movie. A Halloween movie. Spooky tropes up the wazoo. Action-packed comedy, with a taste of camp. Banger soundtrack. I don't have all the details down, but the basic gist is a pair of monster hunters ala Supernatural engage in shenanigans. Other deets include:

-The Monster Hunters duo is a blonde woman named Jack and a guy of ambiguous race (Asian-Hispanic mix?) named Cygnus, both in their mid to late twenties. They speak with British accents, but are repeatedly identified as Americans. They take turns wearing the same pair of glasses. If the audience looks closely in a couple shots they will realize Jack and Cygnus are wearing matching wedding rings, but this is the only indication whatsoever that they are married, and the fact that both of them rampantly flirt with everyone else doesn't clarify anything. 

-Jack's name is not a nickname, and is established as being her actual name. Cygnus's name is actually short for something, but we never find out what. 

-Jack speaks directly to the fourth wall often, Ferris Bueller style. Often to supply witty commentary and exposition. Nobody else does this. Cygnus is the only other character to acknowledge the fourth wall's existence, but he never addresses it directly. Once or twice when Jack is explaining things Cygnus will say something like "don't forget to tell them X" or "you forgot x" implying addressing the fourth wall is exclusively Jack's thing. 

-Enough lampshading to make CinemaSins swoon. 

-The film starts with a very stereotypical castle owned by a (male) mad scientist. Cygnus is being held captive. He jokingly flirts with the scientist. But also very quickly mentions Jack, thus ensuring that the movie fails to pass the Reverse Bechdel Test. 

-Jack, meanwhile, is providing exposition to the audience and skillfully breaking into the place, beating up bad guys and loading an Igor ripoff into a catapult. "Skullcrusher Mountain" by Jonathan Coulton plays as the opening credits appear while Jack sneaks further into the building. 

-After Cygnus is rescued, both our heroes escape in a convertible. The castle is on fire. Jack assures the audience not to worry, as no American castles are real castles anyway. 

-The Villain is a very impressive politician, ideally played by Blake Lively. Her goal is to convince the monster populace to support her and help her win the upcoming election, supposedly so that she can make things easier for monsterkind. In reality she plans to tear apart the masquerade and expose monsters and trick the regular humans into destroying them. Rude. Jack and Cygnus aren't really aware of this plan at first but they do know someone is planning something with the less reputable parts of the supernatural world and so they want to put a stop to it. 

-Jack and Cygnus need to infiltrate a fancy party. The goal is to seduce a vampire hostess and steal something she is carrying on her person. Cygnus volunteers but Jack shuts him down because the last time he tried to seduce something (a succubus) he panicked and stabbed himself with a fork (flashback scene included, apparently happened in Topeka). So Jack goes to the party instead. 

-Band at party is playing an epic waltz version of the Monster Mash. Cue highly attractive dance between Jack and the Sexy Vampire Hostess. 

-Meanwhile Cygnus goes disguised as a member of the kitchen staff. Unfortunately all the Kitchen staff are secretly robots. They attack. Cue epic fight scene with comedic/awesome usage of kitchenware. "Coconut Mall" from Mario Kart is playing. 

-Cut back to Jack. She and the Sexy Vampire Hostess have moved to a side room. 

*Jack and vamp kiss*

"Oh my… Garlic-dusted lip gloss? Spicy. I like it."

"Oh, if you like that, then I have something even spicier."

"Do tell" 

*Jack stakes Vampire through heart*"SIKE" 

-Jack escapes down fire escape. Opens window to kitchen. Last lap version of Coconut Mall can be heard as Cygnus jumps out, his hair covered in Cheese. 

-I'm still shaky on the plot but they decide to go to Denny's to unwind and figure out where to go next. The postmodern jukebox version of Stacy's Mom plays as they pull up. 

-Meanwhile the villainess is scheming and is like "frick the monster hunters killed my vampire I need to bring in the big guns" 

-Also there's a police officer played by either Levar Burton or Samuel L. Jackson, who shows up right after Jack and Cygnus leave a place. Smooth jazz plays, and the lighting darkens. He seems to be familiar with our heroes, but whether he wants to help them or arrest them is unclear. Other cops are present, but are CGId to look like identical clones of ambiguous race and gender. The detective never talks to them directly, because that would require giving them personalities and we've got too many characters already. 

-So Jack and Cygnus arrive at Denny's, get in a brief debate about drinks (they order a lot of different kinds) when a motorcyclist dude shows up. Motorcyclist dude is a werewolf in the villainess's employ. He warns them to either stop hunting their lead or die. Jack and Cygnus are very sad about this, because the werewolf is not wearing a shirt under his jacket and has very attractive abs that they do not want to kill. They decide to fight anyway. Immediately everyone else in the Denny's turns around to reveal they are actually rodeo clowns. Classic wild west shootout ensues. Jukebox in the corner goes off and plays "Saturday Night". 

-Our heroes successfully take down most of the rodeo clowns but then the werewolf proceeds to wolf out (much to the joy of our heroes, as he reveals more muscles. Jack is visibly shown getting a nosebleed, and Cygnus swoons) and chase them out of the Denny's. Inexplicably, the Denny's looks different than it did when they first drove up. This is never commented on. 

-Car chase starring Cygnus and Jack in their convertible and werewolf on Motorcycle Ensues. They are forced to trick him into swerving off a cliff. Danny Boy plays dramatically as he falls. Our heroes Mourn the death of the abs. 

-Villainess has either a kindly father who looks like a college professor or an innocent husband who dresses like Makoto Naegi (if the latter, is played by Ryan Reynolds of course). They ask if villainess is going too far. Villainess responds by singing "Girls just want to have lunch" and ominously approaching father/husband. Screen blacks out before sounds of eating are heard. They are later seen with a large head bandage and muttering the chorus to the aforementioned song. 

-Detective enters and investigates the Denny's (which again looks different) and dispatches the remaining rodeo clown with a taser. 

-Heroes pull up to Villainess's fancy mansion. Various attempts at entering are foiled. Jack points out they need to enter in order to progress the plot, so they take the car and crash it directly into the front door. They then make their way through the rooms, casually dealing with a variety of supernatural threats. Reptiles and Samurai by oingo boingo plays. 

-Villainess is getting really mad that she hasn't even really been able to enact her plan yet at ALL (elections are still like a month away) and she wants the heroes gone. None of her traps have worked (even the pit trap, which Jack and Cygnus swung over Indiana Jones style, complete with the iconic music) so she goes to meet them herself in the main hall. 

-Jack and Cygnus enter main hall, with Jack playing Yankee Doodle on a piccolo and Cygnus accompanying on the drum. Villainess rebukes them for not taking her seriously. Jack tells her to put her money where her mouth is and challenges Villainess to a sword Duel. They proceed to have an epic, fully choreographed Princess-Bride-level swordfight (which just as much homoerotic tension) while an original Halloween song plays. The song heavily features an organ and electric guitar, which are being played in universe by the Villainess's father/husband and Cygnus respectively. 

- "Are neither of you going to take this seriously?"

"Of course not, have you even been paying attention to the film? This ain't Supernatural."

"Though to be fair, people like Supernatural." 

-Abruptly Villainess (just as she's disarmed) is like "enough I can't take it anymore" pulls out a gun and shoots at Cygnus, grazing him in the arm. Record scratch. Dead silence. Villainess rants about how Jack and Cygnus are being completely nonsensical and complains about a whole bunch of other inconsistencies in the story. Jack and Cygnus respond by poking holes in her own apparent evil scheme, Villainess loudly proclaims it would have actually worked. Jack and Cygnus open doors to reveal the Detective, who strides in to arrest Villainess. 

-Detective does have a legitimate warrant and I want there to be some kind of joke that it was easy for him to get one because of some other crazy sus things the Villainess was doing but I need to do more research on how Warrants work. He asks if our heroes would like to provide any commentary, but they both shout "we plead the fifth" and jump out a window. Detective chuckles and comments "Just like in Topeka".

-Jack and Cygnus ride a zip line down a hill to a nearby graveyard. They sit on a fence together, make a couple of bad puns, and Cygnus tries to soliloquize about the apparent lack of Skeletons in the entire film but is quickly cut off by Jack thanking the audience for watching. Credits roll as "Bittersweet" by Panic! At the Disco plays. 

Think it would be called "Pumpernickel" 

#halloween #october #spooky month #spooky season #movie idea #vampire #werewolf #monster hunters #comedy #music #spoopy #spooptober #spooktober #robots #not horror #idk how to tag this #dennys

[k-tarotz]

hey! out of interest do you ever do a reading for someone/ an idol and get strange or bad energy from them or is it more like energies change all the time?

Hmm yes that indeed happened already. Sometimes multiple - if not all, cards that fall out are very negative (the tower, the devil, a few positive cards that fall out reversed so now they are negative ect) and rarely we genuinely get bad vibes/energy (intuitively) from an idol or actor and later it turns out they actually did something bad. We both think that we should be careful who we trust, or at least not see everything through rose tinted glasses, as idols and actors are all humans too and every human has flaws, some make smaller mistakes and some bigger ones but we shouldn't just think "this idol is perfect! So kind and nice, couldn't hurt a fly!" You know how we mean it?

Especially because the bullying rates in Korea are really high and gruesome and most of the bullies don't even get punished, if they are minors they don't get a jail or juvenile sentence, in fact they can in most cases still continue to go into the same school - usually the victims are the knew who have to transfer to different schools. And we are talking about bullying like burning someone with a curling iron, humiliating them, SA, beating, literally torturing and in some cases even setting them on fire or using other objects like forks to hurt the victims. So we would just like to point out that yes sometimes we get bad vibes from some celebrities, but it's not overly often, vut stating aware is always a good choice! We will link a video that talks about multiple such bullying cases to spread more awareness of such things in general!

Trigger warning ⚠: please don't watch this (or not alone) in case you feel unwell about the upcoming things: violence, blood, fire/burning, stabbing, humiliating, school violence, bullying

No gore in the video, regardless a heavy topic

P.s it talks about multiple bullying cases and victims, not just one of them, two of those cases inspired the kdrama "the glory"

#kpop #Kdrama #Idol #Idols #kpop community #The glory #Korean idols #Korean actors #Bullying #School bullying #south korea #Korea #Korean #Violence #school violence #Awareness #awareness post

[ihni]

Home is where the knitted mittens are, chapter 4/5

Chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3

He spends a couple of days after that on edge. Keeps expecting Scott or Eddie or even the unnamed mysterious female alpha to pop out from behind a corner when he least expects it. But none of that happens.

He sees (and hears) Eddie in school a lot – because for a supposed social pariah, the guy is loud and also everywhere – but although Eddie will sometimes meet his eyes and give a little nod in recognition, he doesn’t seem to expect anything in return and does not approach him. Almost as if he’s been told to give Billy space. It is a relief but also – and Billy resolutely squashes the part of him that feels that way – strangely disappointing. Something like yearning jolts through him whenever his and Eddie’s eyes happen to meet. It’s the same feeling as when he sees his dad smile at Max, or when he watches Max talking animatedly whenever she’s with her friends. It doesn’t take Billy long to figure out that the thing he’s yearning for is belonging.

Which, god-fucking-dammit. Billy’s always done okay on his own before. He hasn’t had any other options. Fuck being a werewolf and fuck those goddamn packs that Scott told him about. Billy doesn’t want it. Sure as hell doesn’t need it.

He sees Scott around as well. Once in the grocery store, when Billy’s there to buy eggs for Susan. (He turns and walks out, without the eggs even, which leads to a cuff upside the head when he gets home.) But the other times that he comes across the older man, it’s at Hawkins’ Middle School, when Billy’s dropping Max off or picking her up. The first time, Scott sees them and lifts his hand in greeting from the other side of the parking lot. Billy looks away and swallows hard, suddenly unnerved, because he remembers the same hand being changed, and not human. Luckily, Max thinks that Scott’s waving at her, and is happy to wave back before slamming the passenger door shut behind her so Billy can drive off.

Scott doesn’t wave at him again. He only gives the same kind of nod as Eddie does, whenever Billy doesn’t look away fast enough and their eyes meet. Only offers a nod and a kind smile, that makes Billy want to simultaneously claw his eyes out and curl up in a ball on the man’s doorstep like a dog.

The crippling anxiety he’d felt before everywhere in town has faded. He doesn’t want to admit that it might be because Scott said that he was welcome, but at least he doesn’t have to go through his school days feeling as if he’ll evoke the wrath of something unnamed if he puts a toe out of line.

He gets that enough at home.

Because the thing is, that even though the feeling of constantly being in the wrong place has faded, the fear of the upcoming full moon – or new moon, hell, didn’t the man say that changes could happen then, too? – only increases as the days pass. Billy doesn’t want anything to happen, but he hasn’t been able to stop it before and if what Scott said was true, then he won’t be able to stop it this time, either. Or even know when it’s going to happen!

And this fear, this feeling of not knowing when the other shoe is going to drop, translates to him acting … off, at home. He’s skittish; flinches when Susan drops a fork on the floor, and jumps back in fright when he almost bumps into Max on the way out of the bathroom. He’s having trouble paying attention and he’s spacing out during dinner. Staring out into nothing, and finding himself being jolted back to reality by his father’s raised voice or harsh slaps.

The worst part is that he can’t seem to sleep through the night anymore. One night, after he wakes up screaming for the second time in the span of a couple of hours, Neil pushes into his room and presses him down against the mattress with a hand on his chest, hissing that ‘the rest of the family needs sleep too, son, so keep it the fuck down’.

Billy learns to clap a hand over his mouth when he wakes up gasping after that, and to follow that up with keeping himself awake until morning.

It’s exhausting.

Help with his little sleeping problem eventually comes from the most unlikely source.

(Read the rest on AO3)

#home is where the knitted mittens are #billy hargrove #werewolf billy hargrove #ihni writes #this is not a shippy fic #it's a 'yer a wizard harry' fic #only more like 'yer a werewolf billy' and of course scott isn't scottish

[maranull]

I was supposed to be writing the new S&G chapter, but writing the upcoming scenes is hard. So, I'm taking Hug's latest ask for Malenia and making it for Meli cause it was a lovely ask and I want to.

The original prompt is here. I did skip the breakfast at bed prompt. Honestly I dunno why. I think I just wanted to try just generic headcanons right now. Might get back to this and add the x reader part. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Melina:

Fav food:

She likes pretty much anything containing Rowa fruits. Yes, humans are unable to digest them. She's a demigod, so I say she can. She tried them once while chilling with Torrent when she was young, and got the taste then.

Fav soup:

Guillemot soup. She also likes deer soup, but doesn't make it as often.

Random "kitchen" headcanons:

Can cook decently

While she mostly cooks meat, when she decides to cook veggies they are always her best work

But she doesn't do so often since she mostly prefers to eat them raw

She's not a big fan of root veggies

Doesn't carry fresh supplies with her and forages daily for food

She does carry a small pot, a pan and a wooden spoon and fork

Oftentimes she'll smoke the meat for easy meals while riding Torrent

Taste is important, but secondary. If it can be eaten, she shall eat it

Kitchen is in quotation marks cause I don't think a campfire technically counts as a kitchen.

Ai'ght, successfully avoided writing my actual fic. :P Later ✌

#elden ring #melina #melina adoring hours again #headcanons

[jazzystudios82]

His Lovely Rose - Chapter 8: The Confrontation

Location: Planet Earth. . . .

As it turned out, one of the children had their tablet with them in case they got bored and was trying to watch a movie, but it played an ad for an upcoming action flick, and that was where the gunshot sound was coming from. After reassuring the guests that everything was alright, Bulma had decided to announce the bingo tournament she planned in the hopes that it would calm everyone down.

Far from the stage, Brier sat with her husband and friend at their table, playing with a fork that was on her right side. While she was curious to see what the bingo tournament would bring, Brier still couldn't get that weird crow's eyes out of her mind. 

"-r? Brier, are you listening to me?" 

The white skinned goddess stopped playing with her fork and looked at her husband. "I'm sorry, what was that?" "I just wanted to know if that crow-thing was still bothering you." 

All Brier did was nod her head to answer him. "I see. Well whatever that thing is, it's gone, so don't worry about it anymore, ok?" Beerus told her. "You make it sound easy." Brier said. "But there was just something about it that seemed. . .not right. I honestly don't know how else to put it." 

"Do you wish for us to talk about something else?" Whis asked. Brier nodded. "Alright then." Beerus said, not wanting to see his wife frown anymore. "Now, about that Super Saiyan God, I haven't sensed even a pinch of divine energy since we've been here. I was very much looking forward to meeting him." 

"From doing what humans call 'mingling', I've learned that the only pure-blooded Saiyans are Vegeta and Goku." Whis revealed as he took a bite of spicy chicken from his plate. "The rest are only half-breeds and children at that."

"Really? In that case, why don't we just go to my fathers' home and ask for help." Brier suggested, slowly forgetting about the bird from earlier. "I'm sure that neither of them would mind."

"Really? Even Arum?" Beerus asked.

"Well, I'm going to head to the ladies' room." Brier said, practically avoiding the question. "Let me know when you boys are ready to go." 

While Beerus didn't like that she ignored his question, he decided to drop it. “While we wait for Lady Brier to finish with her business, why don’t we go and take some food with us?” Whis suggested. “There’s this dessert they have called pudding." 

"Huh? 'Pudding'?" Brier muttered softly. What an odd name for a dessert. 

"I tried one myself, and I must say it’s most delicious. It has a subtle sweetness and a rich velvety texture that is absolutely to die for.” Whis added. This captured Beerus’ attention. “Really? Show me where they’re keeping this 'pudding' delicacy then.”

"At once."

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After Brier finished using the bathroom, she was approached by Vegeta. “My lady, do you know where Lord Beerus and Whis are at?” Vegeta asked her. “No, I'm afraid not.” Brier answered. "You can probably find them where they give out desserts, seeing as they all had savory food up until this point." “I see. Thank you!” he said as he went to go find them. This allowed Brier to continue with her goal of finding Bulma so that she could say goodbye to her. 

‘Now where is she?’ the goddess wondered silently. Brier’s gaze then landed on the blue haired woman, who seemed to be having a conversation with her friend, a black haired woman wearing a maroon colored dress.

‘There she is!’ Brier thought happily as she walked towards the two earth women. “Hello Ms Bulma!” she greeted as soon as the two finished speaking with one another. “Oh hi Brier! You seem awfully jolly.” Bulma said, amused. She was glad to see that she had gotten over the creepy bird from earlier.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Brier asked, confused. “Oh nothing. Anyway, this is my friend Chi-Chi.” Bulma said, introducing the two of them to each other.

“Greetings Ms Chi-Chi.” Brier said, offering her hand to shake, to which she did. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I hope that we can get along in the future.” Brier added with a pretty smile. “O-Oh, the pleasure’s all mine!” Chi-Chi said, sounding flustered. How could someone so polite and beautiful exist?

“Ms Chi-Chi are you alright?” Brier asked, concerned. “Your face seems to be getting a little red.” “Huh? Oh! I-It’s nothing serious!” Chi-Chi exclaimed, embarrassed. “Are you sure Chi-Chi?” Bulma questioned. “Yes, it’s fine! I'm probably just-” Brier’s attention went from Bulma and Chi-Chi to the two boys, Trunks and Goten. They had walked up to the two women and were about to speak, that is until they noticed the goddess’ presence and froze. 

Brier got down to their level and said, “Hello there you two. How are-” “W-We’re so sorry miss!” Trunks interrupted, not only shocking Brier, but Bulma and Chi-Chi as well. “We didn’t mean to do that to you! We were just playing!” “Y-Yeah! Please don’t be mad!” they said at the same time, but Brier was able to hear them perfectly fine. “It’s alright. I know that it was an accident.” Brier told them reassuringly.

“You’re. . .you’re not mad?” Goten asked. “No. Why would I be?” Brier asked, but their attention went to Bulma and Chi-Chi when the both of them asked, “Wait, what are you two talking about?” “Yeah, Goten, what’s going on? What happened?”

“!” This caused the two boys to get nervous. So nervous that they both looked to the ground, avoiding their mothers’ gaze. This led Brier to come to their defense. “It’s nothing serious really. There was this little incident of sorts, and-” Suddenly, a loud crash interrupted her, causing everyone to look behind themselves to see what was the cause of it. 

Much to Brier's shock, Beerus was being repeatedly punched by the chubby pink creature known as Majin Buu. “Oh my god! What happened?!” Chi-Chi exclaimed, her hands covering her mouth in shock. “I-I don’t know. . .!!” Bulma said, too stunned to move. “Brier, I'm so sorry about this! I swear that Buu’s usually much better behaved than this!” Bulma added, looking at the goddess. “I’ll tell the others to stop him before Beerus gets hurt!”

“Well I appreciate your concern Ms Bulma, it’s not my husband’s safety that we should be worried about!” Brier told her. Before Bulma or Chi-Chi could ask what she meant, Beerus threw Buu overboard, causing him to crash in the sea. 

'I don't understand, he was in such a good mood earlier!' Brier thought to herself. 'What in Zeno's name made him. . .?' 

Brier saw Whis near a sushi stand, so she quickly walked towards him and asked, “Whis, what happened?!” “The stall that was giving out pudding cups ran out, and the one known as ‘Majin Buu’ had several pudding cups that he was eating from. So Lord Beerus and I asked if he could share some with us, but he refused and Lord Beerus lost his temper, which resulted in the fight.” Whis said calmly.

“Of course that’s what happened. . .” Brier mumbled with a grimace on her face. Why? Why did that have to be the thing that set him off?!

In the blink of an eye, Majin Buu emerged from the ocean and flew towards Beerus, attempting to attack him once more. But just like last time, Beerus grabbed Buu by the arm and threw the pink being into a nearby food stall that was on the ship. “Well, we might as well go ahead and take some food with us. This planet appears to be doomed.” Whis said, nonchalant.

“What? Don’t you think that we should at least try to calm him down before we call it quits?” Brier questioned. “Honestly, I don’t think that there’s much I can do. But perhaps you’ll have a better chance than I.” Whis said as he walked to a nearby food stand.

“Good luck, my lady.” 

‘Thanks for the help, Whis. . .’ Brier thought silently. Now while she knew that it wasn't a good idea to get attached to the residents of planets she and Beerus visit for obvious reasons, it was clear that these mortals were good people and didn't deserve to have their world destroyed over something so trivial. Now she had to think of a way to get him to calm down. 

‘Now, how should I approach this? Maybe I should-’ Brier snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Beerus shout out, "Brier! Whis! Let's wrap this up! I'm gonna wreck this world and get on with the rest of my day!" Now while Brier herself didn't respond, Whis said, "Just a few minutes, my lord! I'm right in the middle of an order!" "Excuse me?! I'm not waiting! So you either get up here now or explode with the rest of this planet!" 

"!" Brier had attempted to speak up, but was stopped when she saw a bright flash of white light. After the light dissipated, she saw a brand new individual, who seemed to be a fusion of the two half-Saiyans Trunks and Goten. 

"Did someone order a superhero? 'Cause Gotenks is here to answer the call!" he announced, his voice a mixture of the two young Earthlings. As this "Gotenks" flew up to where Beerus was, Brier could hear Vegeta telling them to stay away and "defuse", whatever that was supposed to mean. 

"Bad news, kitty cat. You shouldn't poop on a party when I'm on the guest list!" Gotenks exclaimed. "Now you've got about five seconds to start behaving, or the great Gotenks is taking you to school!" "Very funny kid, now move." Beerus said as a response. "Well, I warned you. But looks like school it will be!" Gotenks said, and then proceeded to say the name of an attack that Brier couldn't really keep up with. But it resulted in Gotenks punching Beerus directly in the chest, and just like Brier predicted, it did nothing. 

Though this seemed to be a great surprise for Gotenks. "What?! No way!" ". . .Just curious, but was that supposed to hurt?" Beerus asked. Gritting his teeth, Gotenks began to launch multiple punches on the Destroyer with the hope that it would be effective, but it was just like before. But this didn't deter them anyway. 

"I know the real reason why you're here, but it won't work! 'Cause I'll do whatever it takes to keep the Dragon Balls away from you!" Now this had piqued Beerus's interest, causing him to stop Gotenks's attacks by using his ring and middle finger to catch the Saiyan fusion's fist. "Dragon Balls, you say? Sounds like quite the delicacy." he said. "LET GO OF ME, YOU BULLY!" Gotenks shouted as he attempted to free himself of Beerus's grip. "ARE YOUR HANDS MADE OF STEEL?!" But Beerus ignored him and decided to ask about the so called Dragon Balls. "Now tell me, is it a type of pastry or is it a dish made of actual dragon parts?" 

"IT'S NOT FOOD AT ALL, YOU DUMBASS! LET ME GO!" 

Ignoring the "dumbass" comment, Beerus rolled his eyes and released his grip. "You don't play very nice, you know!" "I'm not your playmate, little one, and I don't have time for your childish games." As Gotenks was attempting to soothe the pain in his wrist, he exclaimed, "You're calling me 'childish'?! Look in the mirror, pal! You're the one who's throwing a silly fit because you didn't get to have some lousy pudding!" 

"What. . .? Downplaying my dessert tragedy?" Beerus muttered. 

Brier shook her head and covered her face with her hands. She knew where this was going and she didn't like it. 

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After Gotenks's de-fusion (and Piccolo, #18, and Tien tried to fight against Beerus), the Z-Fighters were all promptly taken out by the deity in a matter of seconds.

While they were being healed by the young Namekian known as "Dende", Brier had decided to once again think of a way to get Beerus to change his mind. Which wasn't easy once he decided on doing something. She attempted to get Whis to help her, but he was too focused on a dish called "sushi" to pay any mind to the situation. But she still tried anyway. 

"Whis, can you please just-" "Like I said earlier, my lady, the only person Lord Beerus will listen to in these kinds of situations is you. I'm afraid that there isn't much that I can do." Whis told her. "But-" "And what is this called, good sir?" Whis interrupted, now speaking to the chef preparing his meal. "I-It's called 'sashimi', sir." "And this one?" "It's called-" 

Brier didn't hear the rest of the conversation as her ears were filled with Vegeta’s warrior cry. He had attempted to attack Beerus, but he was unsuccessful in doing so. Instead he was forced onto his knees by the Destroyer when he put his foot on the back of his head. “Vegeta!!” Bulma cried out, having witnessed the whole thing.

“My my, is that your idea of power?” Beerus questioned with a sinister smirk. “Absolutely pathetic. And you Saiyans had the gall to call yourselves a “warrior race”. That’s what disgusts me about Saiyans. Too much bravado but you always let me down.” 

“You know, your father used to buckle under my foot like this. Despite all that muscle flexing and fist waving, he couldn’t even scratch my heel. You and your father are exactly the same.” he sneered. “Weaklings who pretend to rule over an imaginary throne.” And what he added next nearly made Vegeta stop and freeze. 

"Imagine how your mother would feel if she saw you like this. How disappointed do you think she'd be?" 

“Beerus, that’s enough!” Brier shouted, her voice loud and clear. The destroyer stopped what he was doing, and walked back towards his wife. Brier attempted to speak again, but a sudden slap to her husband’s face prevented her from doing so. 

'Who. . .? Who did that?' Brier wondered, panicking. Her ruby eyes looked from her husband's equally shocked face to see Bulma right next to him. 

'Oh no! Ms Bulma, what have you done?!' 

Bulma looked away from the cat-like deity, turned to Brier and began to shout. “Are you serious?! Now is the time you decided to stop him?!” Brier flinched at the sudden shouting. She was never really good with with people yelling loudly at her. 

Brier took a deep breath and attempted to calm Bulma down. “Ms Bulma, I’m truly sorry for all of this, but I-” “But what?! You had every opportunity to stop your hot-headed husband from ruining the party, but you chose to do nothing! My family and guests got hurt because of him, so I want the two of you to get off this boat right now!” 

"Ms Bulma, please listen to me!" "I don't want to hear any of your excuses!"

The party goers watched as Bulma continued to shout at Brier, who was hiding her clenched fists behind her back. However everyone, especially Vegeta, froze when they saw Beerus staring at Bulma, with an infuriated expression on his face. “B-Bulma, no!” Vegeta muttered. Bulma had finally noticed Beerus glaring at her. “If you have something to say, say it!”

Instead of uttering a single word, Beerus raised the back of his hand towards her. Both Brier and Vegeta immediately knew what he was about to do. “N-No Beerus! Please have mercy!” Vegeta pleaded. “Whatever you plan on doing to her, please do to me instead!!”

“Beerus! Please calm down!” Brier exclaimed. “Don’t do something that you’ll regret-” Beerus slapped Bulma’s face, causing the human woman to fly backwards due to the sudden force of it. Trunks and Goten immediately caught Bulma before she could land on anything and get hurt even more. “MOM!! Are you ok, say something!” Trunks exclaimed, worried.

Brier quickly walked towards the boys to check on Bulma. “I'm so sorry about all of this! Is there anything that I can do to help?” Brier asked the two. “You did magic earlier, right? Is there some kind of spell that you can use to help her?” Goten asked her. Brier nodded and looked at Bulma’s right cheek. Luckily Beerus didn’t use enough force to kill her, all he did was leave a red mark on her cheek. Brier raised her hand and muttered an incantation of sorts. In seconds, the red marking disappeared.

“She’ll be fine, but please be gentle with her. Take her somewhere safe for now. I'll make sure that my husband apologizes greatly for this.” she told them. Trunks and Goten nodded their heads and took Bulma away to a nearby chair to put her in.

Brier looked at her husband with a frustrated expression. Beerus froze immediately. He knew where this was going. "Now dear-" “Beerus! When this poor woman wakes up, you will-" ''What have you done?. . .” Brier and the others turned back to see Vegeta getting back on his feet. "Your Highness. . . .?" 

“How could you?. . .What did you do. . .TO MY BULMA?!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, and subsequently transformed into his first Super Saiyan form.

This stunned everyone in the area, including Beerus. “Mark my words, Beerus! Mark them well! You’re going to suffer for what you’ve done!” Vegeta swore. He quickly flew towards Beerus and began to throw several punches in his way. Beerus was able to block them with just one hand, and punched him in the face when Vegeta attempted to kick him.

Vegeta returned the favor, which caused Beerus to fly away from the ship and towards the ocean, which is where they continued their battle. Their fight was creating violent waves in the sea, which was rocking the cruise ship and nearly threatened the safety of the passengers. 

Brier then muttered a spell under her breath, one that would keep the boat steady. She looked back up in the sky and shouted, "Will you two knock it off and discuss this like the grown adults that you're supposed to be?!" "No!" they both shouted back, not taking their eyes off each other. 

"Also, what's the big deal Brier?! Aren't you supposed to take your husband's side when something like this happens?!" Brier heard Beerus shout as he evaded Vegeta's punches. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Brier yelled, scaring everyone around her (except for Whis). "YOU TWO WILL GET DOWN RIGHT NOW OR ELSE I'M GOING UP THERE AND-" Brier stopped speaking when she felt herself getting a painful headache. It felt as if there were a thousand tiny hammers slamming against her skull.

'My head! It hurts!'  Brier thought as she placed her right hand on the side of her head. 'I don't understand what's going on. Why is this. . .wait, do I need to feed already?!' Brier wondered. She began to think back to the last time she last had something to drink. 'Let's see. . .it was during our travel here when I-' Brier was brought out of her thoughts when she felt someone roughly put their hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, can't you get your husband to stop fighting Vegeta?!" a Namekian asked. From what Brier remembered, his name was Piccolo.

Brier's eyes then wandered to the veins in Piccolo's neck, and almost licked her lips. Realizing what she was doing, Brier attempted to control herself. She didn't want to launch herself at him and rip his flesh apart. "S-Sir Piccolo, was it? Like I said earlier, I'll get my husband to apologize to everyone and then we'll leave this planet. I just need a moment to-"

"Whatever it is that you need can wait!" Piccolo interrupted. "Everyone on this ship is has families that are getting scared and-" 

Piccolo stopped speaking when Brier placed her hand on his and took it off of her shoulder, her grip was rather and her black colored nails were almost digging into his green flesh.

Before he could ask what she was doing, Brier looked directly into his eyes said in a menacing tone, "Do NOT interrupt me when I'm speaking. Like I was trying to say earlier, I'll get Beerus to stop as soon as I take care of something else. Do you understand?"

It took a lot for Piccolo to be scared of someone. And all this dainty woman had to do was turn her eyes completely red and speak down to him in a murderous voice. And what made it worse was that she had an unnerving smile while doing so. But he knew that if he didn't get her to stop Beerus, he could put the others in serious danger. 

"Look, I don't want to start any trouble with you miss, but-" 

"Stop. Talking."

"I-" "Lady Brier, there you are!" Whis interrupted, getting in between the two. The angel was quick to remove Brier's tightening grip on Piccolo and move her away from him. "Whis? What are you-" "There's something over here that I want to show you! I'm sure that you'll love it!" he told her with a smile. Although Brier could tell that it was not his usual smile. This one he had right now seemed rather forced.

Whis had Brier follow him behind a food stand and whispered, "My lady, I can see that you have a bit of a troubling situation at the moment. Is that right?" 

All Brier could do was slowly nod her head, causing Whis to sigh. "I see. . .and Lord Beerus can't help you with your problem. That is quite concerning. If we don't do something now, who knows what you'll do to the mortals around you." The angelic attendant then did something that Brier didn't expect. He put his staff away and raised the sleeve on his left arm, bringing it close to her. 

"Whis! Are. . .are you sure?" Brier asked. "You don't have to do this, you know."

"I know that I don't have to. But I want to. After all, Lord Beerus is a bit preoccupied at the moment to do this himself." Whis told her. "Now take as much as you need, Brier. I promise you that I'll be fine, so don't worry about me."

". . ."

Brier looked at the soft skin that Whis possessed, and swallowed the saliva in her mouth before she took hold of his arm and brought it close to her lips. "I'll be gentle. . ." Brier said to Whis with a sorry look in her eyes. She then opened her mouth to reveal sharp fangs, and softly bit into Whis' wrist. The angel slightly flinched at the feeling, but he quickly got used to it.

It didn't hurt at all, it was like getting a shot at the doctor. So it felt like a little pinch. 

The goddess has tasted all sorts of blood in her long life. And to this day, there were only two beings in the entire 7th universe who had the sweetest and most satisfying to her. Beerus and Whis. But before she could take any more, another loud crash was heard. 

"?!" Brier, even though was nowhere near done, stopped drinking blood from Whis, wiping the angel's purple colored blood from her lips and used a bit of magic to quickly heal the puncture wounds on his wrist. "Lady Brier! You still need to-" "I'm fine!" Brier told him as she went to see what was going on.

Whis sighed as he readjusted his sleeve and grabbed his staff. He then went back to the food stand he was at earlier. He should go see what chef had prepared for him. 

Brier returned to see Vegeta on deck, his hair and eyes back to their original color.“Dammit, that was all that I had!” he exclaimed, slamming his fist on the ground. 'All he had? What did he. . .?' Brier looked up to see a big puff of smoke in the air. Did he shoot Beerus with energy? 

The smoke cleared, revealing that Beerus was alive and well, with barely a scratch on him. “Was that really it? That certainly wasn’t the power of a Super Saiyan God. It was child’s play.” Beerus said. “With a blast that weak, it’s clear. You’re no rival of mine.” “What happened!? Dad was winning!” Brier heard Trunks exclaim.

Brier turned to look at the boy and saw Bulma had awakened. "Ms Bulma, are you alright?" Brier asked. "Yeah, I'm fine." Bulma replied, not quite looking Brier in the eyes. 'She must still be upset.' Brier thought to herself. "I'm glad to see that. Now I'll go and-" "Trunks and Goten told me about what you did to help me. And that you were going to tell Beerus off for what he did." Bulma told her, surprising the goddess. 

"They did?"

"Yeah. So. . .I'm sorry. You know, for yelling at you earlier." Bulma said, truly sounding apologetic. But Brier didn't have a chance to respond, since Beerus made an announcement. "It has been many eons, you know, since I was even able to use ten percent of my power. Take solace that you were at least more entertaining than that Saiyan on King Kai’s planet.The time has come! I will reduce this planet to rubble!"

"!" Brier and the Z Fighters watched him carefully, waiting to see what he'd do. However, no one had expected what he'd say now.

“On second thought, maybe I won’t.” Beerus said, scratching the right side of his head in thought. ‘He won’t? But he was so determined a minute ago.’ Brier thought. What made him. . .wait, was it because of the food he had earlier? 

“Destroying Earth would be quite tragic in a way. Your warriors here might be pitiful, but your cuisine is another matter. It’s simply among the tastiest things in the universe!” He declared. Bulma, having heard every word, was quick to come up with a distraction. “I-I totally agree, sir! It really is great, so it would be a shame to blow up the whole planet and not taste our other specialties!” she exclaimed. "There are others?" Brier mumbled to herself. To simply say, she was shocked to learn such a thing. 

“What?! You mean there’s more?!” He yelled in shock.“Oh yeah, there’s way more of the tiny fraction of food that we earthlings make! Can you maybe please hold off on destroying our planet while we prepare you something?” “An interesting offer. Alright, I’ll give this planet a second chance!” Beerus declared, which made many of Earth’s inhabitants sigh with relief.

“Great. . .and how’s that gonna work exactly?”

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AN: So, uh. . . .if I didn't make it clear before, then I guess I didn't do a good job at hinting at it. So I'll make it clear here: Brier (and her whole species) drinks blood, and it's a main part of her diet. While her species obviously takes inspiration from the Titans from Greek Mythology, there are still some creative liberties I took while I was brainstorming this whole story.

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #dragon ball fanfiction #beerus x original character #archive of our own #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #his lovely rose au #bride of the destroyer story #beerus #whis dbs #bulma briefs #vegeta #dragon ball oc #dragon ball au #alternate universe #writers on tumblr #ao3 writer

[giantologist]

hello professor! I've been a reader of your work for a few years now, though I admit that I still have a ways to go.

I live in a fairly large rural town with not many giants around save for one giantess, coming in at a little over 30 feet. She's a wonderful lady, even on the worst of days, and is just generally a pleasure to be around. We've been working together as farmhands for a few months now on our neighbor's land, and she's helped me greatly, many times. Beyond helping me down from high places, and shooing off coyotes, she's lent me many a scarf and handkerchief through these chilly months. Of course they've been returned, but I've been a lifelong textile smith, and I'd like to make her a proper coat.

Is this appropriate? I know of many people who turn up their nose at gifted clothing, taking it to mean I don't think they can dress themselves. It would be made from spun wool, seeing as we're both shepherdesses and it makes economic sense, but I also don't want to offend by using such a cheap material.

Beyond the gift itself, is it inappropriate to randomly share gifts? Should I wait until a holiday? Is there a major gift giving holiday that she might celebrate?

Forgive my cluelessness, but I'm not yet beyond my teenage years, and I desperately want to be as polite as I can be.

I patiently await your reply,

-Embarrassed and anonymous

p.s. (I tried to write this out once before, but tumblr closed out before I could finish, so if you see a half written out query with the same points as this, please ignore it, I'm already mortified on my own)

Dear Embarrassed and anonymous,

In the kindest way possible, I think you are vastly overthinking the situation. It is a human trait to fuss and bother over social intricacies, and I say that while growing annoyed at the sheer number of forks I have to keep track of for the awful dinner parties I'm invited to.

Gifts in giant culture are important, especially those made by your own hand. They demonstrate that you think about the recipient when apart from them, and that you put thought into making them happy. Refusing or forgetting to take a given gift is something considered quite rude. If it's because you really don't need it, you accept it and re-give it. A special event doesn't have to be the only time you give, but if that makes you feel more comfortable, I'd suggest the upcoming summer solstice.

As for your material choice, let me ask you this: how often does she wear fine silks and imported linens? Wool is a wonderful material, I have no doubt you know how insulating it is, and it makes it all the more intimate and special. Just the fact that you wish to take on such a challenge for her will be more than enough, as such a coat will no doubt need three to carry.

In summary, don't trouble yourself about the details. Worry is simply screaming for a cliff you haven't fallen from.

Professor J Finch

#queries

[cypriathus]

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: There is a brief mention of the upcoming deity's genitalia and abandonment.

Solaphurine Iklamoprenthus is a wisdom goddess who's capable of empathising with those who are going through personal hardship, often compelled to reduce their suffering. She tries her best to be optimistic about the future, but has her moments of struggle due to her inconsistent melancholy. Solaphurine is highly revolted and disturbed by the cruelty that other Æylphitus and the creation of Cosmos is capable of. She simply wants everyone to live a life of acceptance and tranquillity, where malevolence isn’t fully prevalent. She’s able to use her past experiences and knowledge in order to make sensible decisions and judgements. Despite being highly intelligent, there is still enough room for her to inquisitively explore her environment. While she does so, she always takes into consideration any potential negative consequences that might arise. Solaphurine doesn’t hold herself to extremely high standards because she believes that humbleness is an important virtue. She has the attitude that she has no special importance in order to offset hurtful pride. She possesses extraordinarily good manners and treats everyone she comes across with respect and kindness. She’s very affectionate and motherly, always finding ways to make others happy and protect those she deeply cares about. Her charisma manifests through her hard-working dedication to uplift goodness as well as her willingness to rightfully guide and inspire other people.

In her first form, she's approximately 8’ 5” (256.54 cm) with incredibly smooth skin of pale amour. She has lily freckles on her face, neck, chest, and belly, and a mole on the middle of her right cheek. She also has silvery stretch marks on her upper arms and legs, four breasts, pointed ears, and a glossy forked tongue. Her long hair reaches to her mid-back and it has all-around voluminous layers as well as a simple gradient from double pearl lusta to sundance to reef gold. Her six main wings are that of an Athene noctua and her lower half is that of a lioness with retractable silver claws, but sometimes opts for a pair of human legs. Due to being born as an androgyne, she possesses both masculine and feminine reproductive organs, but hers are similar to serpentine hemipenes and hemiclitores. Her eyes are a sparkling smalt blue with half-baked pupils that have an acapulco dot in the middle of each one. Solaphurine prefers to wear an eminence purple chasuble decorated with a golden lion-headed serpent on the back, a geyser alb, and a como stole that has shadow green embroidery. However, she occasionally opts the chasuble for a simple knitted shawl of cannon pink, old rose, and wine berry. She’s often accompanied by a bronze serpent with spiky scales, an upwards-curving horn protruding from the top of its head, and opalescent eyes.

In her second form, she’s the impressive height of 16’ 4” (497.84 cm) and she has a partial endomorphic body with a wide waist, prominent thighs, slightly round belly, four slim arms, and three breasts. She has gleaming affair purple hair with streaks of Careys pink, hopbush, and wisteria as well as voluminous curls. Solaphurine has pointed ears, a mouth, and one large eye of glacier with a horizontal smalt blue pupil, but lacks a nose. The colour of her skin is an Athens grey with Mountbatten pink freckles on her face, neck, chest, and hands. She has silvery pinkish stretch marks on her chest, upper arms, belly, and legs. Each hand has seven, double-jointed fingers and she has blue hydrangea semipalmate feet. In the middle of her collarbone, she has a half-sphere that appears to be made from chrysocolla. She wears a tattered water camlet robe of pickled bluewood that’s made from goat’s hair and silk. She also wears a golden pair of gladiator sandals as well as a star ruby solitaire ring on her right index finger and a lapis lazuli signet ring on her left middle finger. She’s often seen carrying 7 scrolls made from ancient papyrus or a massive, cumbersome tome that’s bound in the mouldy skin of a cacophonous moon-elk.

She can continuously transcend any impurities that might be associated with her feminine body in order to maintain her natural purity. Solaphurine possesses limited shapeshifting and nigh-omniscience that allows her to know almost everything that’s associated with the multiverse and the creation of Cosmos. She can gain information on whatever she desires to know through intrinsic knowledge. In addition to her claircognizance, she can perceive information from numerous past and future events as well as locations beyond the mental and sensory range. She possesses an unlimited amount of wisdom that surpasses many living creatures that are present within the multiverse. It allows her to make the wisest decisions regardless of any situation she’s in, while avoiding mistakes. She also possesses the most supreme understanding and realisation of concepts, common sense, people, things, events, and situations. She can vividly remember and recall absolutely everything that she personally thinks, feels, encounters, and experiences. She has the ability to create the incorporeal and immortal essences of all living creatures and numerous objects. This means that by creating souls, she can infuse any hopes, dreams, emotions, will, and sense of humanity into them through the use of her imagination. She can create an adamant poplar door that’s covered in mouldy purple snakeskin, which allows her to travel from universe to universe. She can manipulate light by creating holographic images, turning invisible, enveloping herself in blinding brightness, and moving at impossible speeds. Solaphurine can also create various scrolls from scratch and decide what pieces of her knowledge and wise judgements should be shown and inscribed.

FAMILY:

Jaldebonszuth Ziaklobrethus (son)

Jabeszoluth (grandson)

Ialojuweh (grandson)

Iktapholenus (granddaughter)

Ädonszrute (grandson)

Eylanozhimus (grandson)

Jarkzewophius (grandson)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Goddess of Wisdom and Conscious Intellect

She Who Was Exiled From The Creation of Materiality

The One Who Gave Birth To A False God

Revealant of the Perfect Mysteries

Mother of the Uterus

Undersecretary of Fullness

The Redeemed

Lascivious Wisdom

Womb-carrier

Whore of Sagacity

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

She’s demiromantic asexual

Her biggest regret in life was abandoning her only child, which would eventually lead to the creation of the material universe.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of her name have special meanings: Solaphurine means “cleverness, practical wisdom or sound judgement” and Iklamoprenthus means “to be a porter or bearer of burdens”.

When in her spirit form, she appears to be deep purple with flecks of gold.

Her sacred plant is the white rose

The world disc and golden chalice are her sacred symbols.

#writerscorner #writing #creative writing #potential trigger warning #viewer discretion is advised #original character #personality #physical appearance #outfit #abilities #power #deity #goddess #sophia #gnosticism #wisedom #chokmah #fun facts #extra information

[sparklyaxolotlstudent]

Why is it so hard to find Heartstopper fanfics that are NOT explicitly AUs?

Like, I have tried finding some, and everything is like:

Nick Nelson, the star athlete at a small-town high school, falls for nerdy beauty Charlie Spring at a holiday karaoke party. When they return to campus, Nick and Charlie audition for the upcoming school musical. Meanwhile, the jealous Ben Hope conspires to squelch their chances. The two must struggle to make it to auditions while also meeting their existing obligations to the rugby team and the academic decathlon.

The story follows Nick Nelson, the son of Sarah Nelson, the first female President of the United States. After he gets into a fight with Prince Charlie of the United Kingdom, the two must feign a friendship to prevent a media crisis. However, it works a little too well and they start to fall in love. This presents problems, since Nick's mother is in the middle of a re-election campaign and Charlie's family wants him to continue their bloodline.

A merman named Nick, the youngest of the seven children of the Sea King, Stephaneptune. Apparently unique among his kind, he is fascinated by the human world, although Stephaneptune has a hatred for humans that makes pursuing his interest quite difficult. One night, a forbidden visit to the surface leads him to fall in Love at First Sight with human Prince Charlie, and he ends up rescuing him when his ship is destroyed in a storm. Now desperate to become a human, he barters his voice to the sea witch Benjamin for a spell that will turn him human. If he can win True Love's Kiss from Charlie within three days, he can keep his humanity; otherwise, he'll become just another polyp in Benjamin's collection. But the sea witch has his own motives to tempt Stephaneptune's son, and he knows that Charlie won't recognize Nick without his beautiful, beautiful voice…

Nick Nelson is the Big Man on Campus and has everything going for him: hot girlfriend Imogen, his choice of university, school rugby star, student council president. When his girlfriend dumps him for second-hand world reject TV soap star Ben Hope, Nick bets his friend Tao Xu that he can replace her and make anyone in school popular in just six weeks. Tao takes that bet and selects Charlie Spring, a poor but clever art student, to be the object of Nick's experiment. Nick gets to work.

Using a pair of earrings and the magic of his Fairy Companion Tikki, Nick Nelson, a high school boy living in England, has the power to become the superhero Rugby Lad-bug. Joining in his adventures is a black-clothed Cat Boy named Chat Noir, whose secret identity happens to be Charlie Spring, Nick's crush. Like Lad-bug, he gains his power from his companion Plagg. Neither are aware of each other's identity, and thus proves to be a challenge for them. Lad-bug and Chat Noir are pursued by the villainous Hawk Moth, who seeks to gather the Miraculous…es for his own sinister purposes. To this end, he corrupts the ordinary citizens of England with his akuma, turning them into supervillains to do his bidding, and it's up to the two to keep their powers from falling into the wrong hands and to protect England from the various evil forces.

High school student Charlie Spring moves to Forks, Washington to live with his father. There he meets and almost instantly falls in love with Nick Nelson, a beautiful, mysterious boy in his science class, soon revealed to be a vampire. Their relationship has a rocky start, but eventually, they win each other over… just when a disastrous visitor arrives in Forks.

Charlie Spring, son of the world's two most famous superheroes, is about to start high school at Hero Academy, a school exclusively for people with superpowers and his parents' alma mater. Between dealing with his best friend Tao Xu(plant controller), the son if his parent's archnemesis, Nick Nelson (fireball thrower) and the typical cliques of high school (being either a hero or "Hero Support"), Charlie must also face the embarrassing fact that, despite his pedigree, he does not seem to have any superpowers. At least not yet…

Benjamin Hope one day bumps his head and regains memories of his past life as a 16-year-old boy. It is then that he realizes he has been reborn into the world of the show "Heartstopper", as the show's villain who is doomed to be a lonely, self-hating jerkass. To avoid this route that leads to doom, Ben begins taking countermeasures. This, however, ends up having unexpected consequences on his relations with the other characters of the show's world.

Yeahh.... all of these are actually the synopsis of other works, but the point still stands.

NGL, I kinda sorta wanna see/write some of these, especially the Sky High, Miraculous and My Next Life as a Villainess ones.

#Heartstopper

[prismaticpichu]

In light of the new CC trailer, which has reduced me to a weeping puddle of human dysfunction, here’s another floof snippet!!! I need floof!! I need to rush back to my little world where Crisis Core is actually happy times!!! ;-; <3 ;-;

Chose this snippet because it’s a bit more canon-adjacent than others! (Kinda, not really.) Sooo still celebrating the upcoming gem, but also in my bubblegum image <3

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Zack started towards the kitchen in a hasty shuffle. "I'll clean it up, don't worry!"

"No." Now the man's voice left in more of a snarl, honed and dangerous—the kind of voice he used to address wayward SOLDIERs with. Zack halted in the doorway, blinking, taken aback by the unfamiliar sting of his friend's words.

What’s the matter with him? He was trying to help.

"Just leave... please," Sephiroth bit out, leveling his voice through gritted teeth.

"I just wanna help! It was my fa—"

"Why don't you ever listen?" the General snapped, clutching his forehead at the sudden surf of pain. "I said go. Learn to listen, Zachary. Did Angeal train you to be such a pest?"

There were a lot of things that hurt there; one particular knife plunged way deeper.

"Angeal trained me perfectly!" Zack retaliated, bewildered that Seph would even accuse something so… jagged of their friend. The lingering poison of their earliest encounter was rising up again, bubbling, stirring after being dormant for weeks. "Angeal's got nothing to do with this! I was trying to be nice and bring you something!"

"I did not ask for your gift, nor your company.” Sephiroth had started towards his bedroom, heavy boots squelching through the rug. "Now leave me be."

Mist nearly welled in the brunet's eyes. Seph loved his alone time—it was his catharsis—and he always tried to respect it. But this wasn't him requesting time to himself; this was a very unsubtle and insensitive way of telling him to get lost.

Another thorn dug into Zack's side, and the realization was as foul-tasting as it sounded, scraping against his tongue like a bitter fork.

Did friends say that to each other...?

Zack glanced down into the empty cup, the gleam of his cobalt gaze swimming where the caffeinated beverage should be. Only tiny, tasteless droplets remained; the rest were taken by the greedy carpet.

A friend would say thank you for the gesture. Even if he spilled it. Even if he hated coffee (which Zack knew for a fact that he didn't). He just wanted to do something kind—a small act of care for someone he thought needed it.

Obviously, he was mistaken. The General couldn't accept the help of another First, just like he couldn't accept anyone. Pushing them away. Veiling himself. There was friendship, then there was tolerance.

"...I thought you liked me."

Sephiroth froze, just as he did, tethered by the blunt statement. Only this time, the warrior said nothing at all.

And somehow, the silence, the lack of a response—the lack of a denial—was able to form its own knife. Zack's grip on the handle tightened, clenching it like a bear trap.

"You want me to listen to you? Fine, I'll listen! I'll get out! I won't step near you again if I'm a pest!" The fire had spread onto Zack's visage, blighting the waters that were normally calm and clean. "You live in your own world, don't you? You can't acknowledge when someone just wants to treat you like a human being and not some kinda deity! You gotta control everything? You have to be the best of the best? Well that's no hero if you ask me!"

Silence, a snivel, and a choke dragged down Zack's temper. He stared at the cascade of mercury for an indeterminable amount of time, wanting to give a chance, desperately reaching, willing to leave his ears open for a moment longer.

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"Zachary," Sephiroth was the first to speak; Zack shifted, waiting. "I… did not mean what I said."

His emerald gaze rose to the ceiling, the guilt twisting his tongue a flavor as foreign as the treats Zack had coaxed him into trying. "My anger was directed at other matters, and you were unfairly subjected to my frustration. What you did was kind... very kind. Your kindness is appreciated." Sephiroth massaged his temple, and a sad sigh rode the warrior’s breath. "...It always is."

Sephiroth leveled his head, reluctant to meet with the brunet's eyes in fear of the message he would receive. 

Silence dogged. Traffic bustled below them, an orchestra of horns and ballooning life; the wind swept by, humming and spiraling in its invisible dance. Sephiroth bit his cheek. He was too brief, he knew it. It was a shallow apology, and was he actually to expect that it would excuse his condu—

"Sephiroth."

This woke the man from his thoughts, finally turning to face his lieutenant. His head ducked, silver bangs wilting… but the boy's visage didn't scream animosity. No matter how hard he searched for it.

"It's okay," Zack smiled then. He smiled. "Everyone loses their cool sometimes. It's human."

…Human. 

Sephiroth gazed at the boy, wondrous, their gemstones linking: emerald locked with sapphire, ribbons of green and blue weaving in the other's mirrors, lacing and glistening until a cyan moonshine highlighted them both. They read thoughts, page after page, longing to know more… wanting to know more.

Now it was guilt that swam through Zack's eyes. Sephiroth canted his head, noting the woeful expression. Perhaps he was learning. “What’s the matter?"

"...I said some pretty nasty stuff, too," the brunet frowned. "I shouldn't have taken it so personally. You didn't ask for coffee, so what?" And as it was spoken aloud, the more ridiculous he realized their argument was. He had accused Sephiroth of being ungrateful, arrogant, because he spilled coffee and the guy didn't say thank you for what, his clumsiness? Sephiroth just proved that he cared, crystal clear. He was always the Sephiroth he thought—no—he knew he was.

All over darn coffee. It wasn't even morning!

Zack blinked when a firm hand was laid on his shoulder, lifting his gaze to see Sephiroth regarding him with solemnity. "We both said things amidst our anger." His voice was the velvet that Zack remembered. "It’s over."

This drew out his grin, slow but sincere. "So we're pals again?"

Amusement twinkled in the emerald eyes, a small but unmistakable chuckle slipping. "If I am allowed to be your 'pal', then I accept."

Young but strong arms were suddenly around his neck, Zack nestling comfortably against his shoulder where he simply proceeded to squeeze like Sephiroth was some kind of stress ball. The warrior stiffened, out of reflex if nothing else... but found himself relaxing. He was relaxed, after all.

"Aww, Seph..." Zack’s smile had melted into dough. "Thanks."

It was unexplainable, but it was the sobriquet that eased the rest of his tension. Like it was a confirmation, a sign; it hadn't occurred to Sephiroth until now, but Zack addressing him with more than a fragment of his name was... odd.

He felt restored now, knowing what could have been lost was safe and sound, slouched over his shoulder.

"What's wrong, Seph?" Zack took notice of the man's doleful gaze, pensive and faraway.

And Sephiroth had no energy to evade the question. A magic of its own, he supposed.

"...I thought I would lose you," he said in what was not meant to be a mumble, shamelessly voicing his thoughts and molding them into words.

But Zack didn’t miss a beat. He just locked his fingers around his friend’s collar, resolute, squeezing tighter. He remembered what Seph told him about Genesis, and how their bond was blighted by envy and miscommunication, unable to be healed before the ex-SOLDIER was out of reach. There was no doubt that was what Seph was insinuating. 

But this was different. Zack didn't know why it was, but, it just was. He needed Seph, and Seph needed him. Partners. Pals. Zack wouldn't relive that Hell again, and he knew that Seph wasn't willing to, either.

"I’ll never let that happen. I'm not going anywhere, buddy," he assured with a soft smile, indisputable. They were words, yes, but Zack would make them mean more. "We're a team, you and me. And that’s the way it's always gonna be."

He felt Seph's muscles calm—not entirely, but it was a start. It was all Zack could ask for right now. It would take time to prove it, lots of time. But they had time. They would move on together, always on the ground, watching the stars instead of joining them.

"Hey... buddies fight," Zack continued. "That doesn't mean you're not buddies. It just means you learn to work things out. I think that's friendship, if you ask me." He smirked again, sharp words now fluffy. "Like you said, I'm a pest. It's gonna take more than that to get rid of me."

Sephiroth was silent, listening with his eyes and ears; Zack didn't expect a response. He mulled over his friend's reasoning, rather wise for someone described as a puppy. But so loyal, too.

"...Perhaps you are," Sephiroth said, his eyes falling shut. "A true pest."

Zack was about to respond when his stomach, clearly not getting the memo of a serious mood, decided to growl like a Blood Taste. He sprang back, grinning.

"Hey! You wanna stay for some pizza? I ordered two pies but I’m always left with leftovers."

Sephiroth mused over this offer. He had never eaten pizza before... though, unlike other things (obscure candy bars, for instance), he was well acquainted with it. He knew that people enjoyed embellishing them with meat and vegetables, with everyone having their own preference. He idly wondered what Zack's preference would be, and this both piqued his curiosity and set his decision in stone.

Sephiroth smiled. "Yes, I would like that very much."

#sephiroth #zack fair #best buddies #fangirl #fanfic snippet #fudgy fics #sorry it’s so long AHHH #crisis core #ffvii

[nonhumen]

it's a victory for the mafia. with the permit validating their activities, it should be cause for celebration. but the air in old world was the farthest thing from jovial. every day for almost a week, dazai sat at the bar staring into an untouched glass of whisky. the sound of pool is quiet in the distance as the flags watch over their youngest member helplessly. any attempts to console or cheer up dazai had died on the first day when it was clear that their usual antics would not pull the executive from his mood. but they still watched over him all the same -- better in here than finding his corpse floating down the river.

the night chuuya comes back from his trip overseas, dazai is absent from the pool hall. he stands in front of a single unmarked grave that hadn't been here a week ago. the sun sets behind him, painting the sky in deep reds as if the very heavens know what dazai intends to do. the gates of hell have been opened. a new demon king will be born tonight. he stares at his phone, the yet-unsent text to chuuya burning into his iris. having dinner with the boss tonight. come to hq.

there is still time to back out, to close the phone and go back to old world. but then, there would be no point. he would continue to be a wandering soul aimlessly traversing the darkness. the moment odasaku died in his arms, there was only one way forward. the digital clock on his phone changes to the top of the hour. chuuya should be just getting off the plane at this point. thumb hovers over the button for a single, extra moment before he hits send.

he rides the elevator alone. it's twilight now, yokohama's nightlife starting to shimmer below him. and then there is darkness save for the low light of the headquarters' upper levels. chuuya is waiting for him outside the dining hall. if he says anything, dazai doesn't hear it. there is only one thing he's focused on. the executive pushes open the doors to reveal the long table adorned with an assortment of food. and at the far end of it is him.

the dinner goes smoothly. mori and dazai speak of upcoming operations. chuuya talks about how his mission went. dazai and chuuya end up arguing as they always do. it was productive, normal, even. and then it was time for dessert. dazai stares off as the entrees are replaced with cakes and pudding. " you should have opened the windows, mori-san, " dazai murmurs. " you can see the moonlight on the water from the full moon. " he speaks the code language he shares with chuuya. it's a trap. that should be enough to make chuuya cautious, though he will find out whose trap it is with everyone else.

dazai watches the dessert wine be poured with a sigh. eyes flick from the glass to chuuya for a split second before auburn gaze is staring into the red liquid. mori tries to reassure dazai that this is not a wine chuuya picked before any more quips can fall from the teen's lips. " fine, fine, " he all but huffs as he takes the glass and drinks it. out of the corner of his eye, he sees mori do the same.

it doesn't happen instantly. dazai is in the process of grabbing himself a small slice of cake when he hears the sound of a fork clatter onto the floor. he turns his head to see mori stalk still with a pale face and wide eyes. his twitches as if he were locked in a cage of his own body. " what's wrong, boss? " those violet eyes zero in on dazai as elise appears, rushing forward to strike the executive with intent to kill. but she disappears as soon as her syringes touch him. dazai stands, his one eye burning with the very color of hell. " what's wrong, boss? " elise appears again, but this time goes directly for chuuya.

but she disappears before she can even reach him. dazai has his hand on mori's arm to nullify vitae sexualis. " ah, now you understand what's wrong, don't you, mori-san? " a low, smooth voice comes from the human-shaped thing that calls itself dazai. there is a smile on his face as he moves to sit on the table in front of the boss. " i'm sure you've already figured out what was in the wine. a simple paralysis drug from your very own stock. after all, it's one of your favorites to use on your patients. " dazai raises his hand, showing how his fingers twitch before they curl into a fist. " i've built up quite the tolerance to it, thanks to you, but it seems that just that small bit was enough to paralyze you completely. "

he leans down, reaching into mori's coat to pull out one of the scalpels he keeps on hand at all times. dazai leans back, holding the blade up to watch the candlelight dance across its smooth surface. " tell me, mori-san, if i were to look at your will, would i be in it? did you truly give me everything? " in the half-light of the room, staring at dazai's silhouette is like staring into the very void itself. " well, you of all people know that it doesn't really matter, in the end. "

arm extends to hold the blade out against mori's neck. " you taught me a very important lesson last week. " he once again leans in close, pressing the scalpel against the carotid artery. " for the good of the organization, everyone is expendable. " this cannot continue. " even you, boss. " he flicks his wrist and the blade cuts cleanly through the artery. blood sprays, covering dazai's face. it stains the white tablecloth and red carpet. he watches the last moments of his father's life leak out of him before everything is silent.

dazai sits up slowly. " he knew this would happen. " mori holds a smile on his face, even if death. " he knew i would one day put a knife to his throat and take his position for myself. i suspect it would have been a couple of years from but he sped up the time table himself by killing odasaku. " blood soaks the bandages on his face, making them heavy. dazai reaches up and pulls the now-crimson cloth from his head. " now then, chuuya, will you kill me and avenge the death of mori ougai? " he turns to face his partner, eyes holding a depth of darkness so monstrous that is looks like grief.

and it is sad. it is so very sad. because on the face of a demon are hot tears cutting through the blood upon pale skin. " or will you protect the new boss of the port mafia? " / @chaosbled

#chaosbled #𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 : ALL AN ACT / IC #𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 : AND WHEN THE DEVIL WAS DEAD HE TOOK THE THRONE OF HELL FOR HIMSELF / MAFIA BOSS VERSE #blood tw #murder tw #oh luna we really in it now #is this a drabble? is this a starter? yes #you can reply if you want i just had THOUGHTS