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the-artsy-plant · 1 year

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I have been hit with divine inspiration after reading @jotaros-massive-tiddies ‘s yandere Kars fics so IMAGINE

Kars has taken you in as a captive human lover and as much as you would hate to admit it, you have slowly fallen for the beautiful leader of the Pillarmen. Yet you still jump at the opportunity for freedom when Joseph and Caesar come to set you free.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain, for Kars and the other Pillarmen find you before you can even ask where Lisa Lisa’s base was. Your Lord spares your friends’ lives in exchange for your complete, undying devotion and you are compliant, unbeknownst to what fate should befall you.

When you return to Kars’ settlement, you are thrown before his throne by Wamuu before he moved to stand alongside the other Pillarmen, watching over you and Kars.

You scramble for purchase, grasping Kars’ warm muscular thighs, pressing kisses to his firm flesh as you beg for his forgiveness.

“My Lord, I am so so sorry, I-I it was a mistake, I promise-“

Kars gently shushed you, lifting you into his lap and pressing a delicate but heaty kiss to your trembling lips, soothing and calming your arrhythmic heartbeat.

“It’s alright my dear, I know it won’t happen again,” he cooed in your ear, gently gripping the curve of your ass as he looked down at your smaller body with fond smugness.

“Oh thank you, Lord Kars,” you whimpered, nuzzling his neck like a desperate puppy as he held you close.

A sudden eruption of sadistic laughter made your heart drop to the pit of your stomach, eyes growing wide as you realized something was terribly wrong.

“Did you really think I’d let you get off that easy, my mortal flame?” Kars sneered, his deep voice rumbling and mocking as more sardonic laughter echoes in his throat.

“If you want my forgiveness, you have to earn it,” he said darkly as he shoved you off of his lap.

“Please Lord Kars! I-im sorry I’ll do anything,” you whined as your knees scraped against the floor.

“Oh you will,” Kars smirked, raising his steel-toed boot and kicking your chest hard.

You cried out as you tumbled across the floor, trying to scramble for purchase and figure out what Kars’ words meant.

It was only when Whamuu’s warm, calloused hands caught you in grasp far too tender for a warrior, eyes lit with desire and wanting that you realized what Kars meant.

The other Pillarmen crowded around you, similar looks of lusting glazing over their eyes before they looked towards Kars, awaiting his command.

“Now which of us is to go first, Lord Kars?” Esidisi smirked, looking down at you with such primal hunger.

NSFW under the cut

(Btw since this was VERY self indulgent the reader is they/he transmasc >:))

(Warnings: yandere content, Stockholm syndrome, DUBIOUS consent, size kink, fingering, PIV sex, oral sex, choking, dacryphilia, overstimulation, group sex, bukkake but not in the way you’d expect, degradation, praise kink, spanking, there’s a lot that happens ok I don’t even remember all of what I wrote, but also wow Wamuu is so babygirl and best man)

“I, for one, would love a taste of their sweet little pussy,” the white-haired chuckled, wrenching your right leg to expose your panty-clad cunt to Kars.

You felt Wamuu’s grip on your sides tighten, a displeased growl rumbling in his throat at the thought of Esidisi fucking your first.

Kars shook his head. “Oh, patience, Esidisi,” he sighed before looking at Wamuu.

“As you were the one who captured my dear Y/N, I believe it is only fair for you to take them first, Wamuu,” Kars smiled.

“Thank you, Lord Kars,” Wamuu murmured as he pressed a tender kiss on the back of your head.

As Kars’ vampire underlings placed a nest of pillows and blankets near the lot of you, you wondered how this could possibly be a punishment.

Wamuu gently set your soft body atop the pillows, making sure you were comfortable as he positioned above you.

“I apologize, Y/N,” Wamuu whispered as he leaned down to your ear. “I will try to be gentle.”

You naively wondered what he meant before he moved to kneel between your spread legs, unfastening his loin cloth and letting his semi-hard length spring free.

You let out a surprised, anxious scream as you saw just how big Wamuu was. It shouldn’t have been that shocking, considering Wamuu was the largest of the four Pillarmen, but your entire being was consumed by anxiety as you wondered how the actual fuck that would fit inside of you.

You could hear Esidisi cackle from behind Wamuu.

“Oh, what a foolish little thing,” Esidisi smirked as Wamuu rubbed his fat thumb against your puffy clit, trying to sooth you and prep you for what was to come.

“If you thought this would be easy, you’re sorely mistaken, my dear Y/N,” Kars smirked, removing his own loincloth as he watched Wamuu slip a thick finger into your tight little cunt. He stroked his own cock at the sight of you struggling to take Wamuu’s finger into your barely wet pussy.

“Do try to go easy on them, though, Wamuu,” Kars sighed. “I don’t want my little cockslut split in two.”

You let out a fearful whine at that, wincing as Wamuu forced another one of this large fingers inside of you.

“Fuck, it hurts,” you whined as Wamuu slowly thrust his two fingers inside of you.

The large pillarman sighed, adjusting himself so his face was before your spread labia, lips latching onto your twitching clit, teasing a heady moan from you as he continued pumping his fingers.

You let out a sigh of relief as pleasure coiled in the pit of your belly, fingers itching to grasp something. Wamuu somehow heard this very thought of yours and grabbed your hand, placing it atop his head so you could grip his thick blond hair

You squeaked out a thank you as his tongue tickled your sensitive little clit, embarrassed as you now felt your arousal drip down those two thick fingers of his and soaking the sheets beneath you.

You gripped his hair harder as he slipped a third fat finger into your pussy, trying to stretch you as much as he possibly could without breaking you.

You cried out as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking roughly as he slipped a fourth finger inside of your now soaking cunt.

“Ahh, Wamuu! F-fuck!” You cried out as your orgasm crashed down on you all too quickly, squirting all over Wamuu’s handsome face as he kept thrusting those big fingers of his in your tight hole.

“That’s enough, Wamuu,” Kars snapped, making the warrior jolt up and pull his lips and fingers away from your twitching pussy.

“It would do you well to remember that this is a punishment. Act like it before you are next,” Kars hissed.

Wamuu murmured an apology to his master, stroking his dick with his fingers that were dripping with your sticky arousal before prodding your entrance with that fat cockhead of his.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he murmured sympathetically before hoisting your legs above his shoulders and thrusting his entire length into your twitching pussy with one smooth stroke.

You screamed as you felt his tip prodding painfully at your cervix, your entire cunt stuffed with as much of him as you could take. There were still a few inches that couldn’t even fit inside of you.

Esidisi’s laughter echoed through the throne room as Wamuu shallowly thrusted inside of you, your walls squelching as they tried to force the huge intrusion of his dick out of you.

Wamuu continued his gentle thrusting, leaning down till your trembling thighs pressed against your chest so he could lick your tears away as his thrusts grew faster.

“Fuck,” he grunted, slotting his lips atop yours and forcing his tongue down your throat as he pounded relentlessly into your sweet little cunt.

“Oh, gods,” Wamuu moaned as he pulled his lips from yours, looking towards Kars.

“I can see why you chose the human, Lord Kars,” Wamuu moaned as your tight walls sucked his dick even further inside of you, another painfully long inch squeezing it’s way inside of your pussy.

“They have such a nice warm little cunt,” he sighed as your walls fluttered against his dick from the compliment.

“I’m glad you enjoy my lover’s sweet pussy, Wamuu,” Kars smirked. “It was rather selfish of me not to share, especially when it’s so obvious that my little plaything is so desperate to be fucked.”

Kars left his throne, walking in front of you, looking down into your eyes as his young disciple fucked the brains out of you.

“Isn’t that right, Y/N? That’s why you wanted to run back to Jojo and his pals, isn’t it?” He crooned, carding his fingers through your hair as you looked up at him. “I just hadn’t been giving my baby enough attention, so they felt the need to seek out something more, isn’t that right?”

“N-no, Lord Kars, i promise! My eyes are o-only for you,” you whined though your cunt squeezed like a vice around Wamuu’s thick cock at his words.

“Oh, don’t lie straight to my face, baby,” Kars tutted. “I can see just how much you’re enjoying Wamuu’s dick, my love.”

“But if you wanted more, baby, all you needed to do was ask,” Kars purred as he leaned down, his purple hair curtaining your face as he pressed a kiss to your panting lips, nose pressing against your chin as he pressed his messy kiss to your soft lips.

He chuckled at the whine he drew from your mouth, pulling up to smirk down at you.

“Are you close, baby?”

You nodded, letting out a high pitched whine as Wamuu sped up, the loud, embarrassing sound of your pussy squelching filling the room.

“Hmm, what do you think, Wamuu? Should we let my little plaything cum? Or should we let their greedy cunt go insatiated?”

You whined at this question, looking up at Kars as ecstatic tears pooled in your eyes, a silent plea for mercy.

“Please, Lord Kars, I want to feel them cum around my cock,” Wamuu replied. “Their pussy feels so good, my lord, need to feel them milk my dick.”

“Oh alright, but just for you, my dear warrior,” Kars sighed.

“It looks like you’ll be getting off easy this round, Y/N,” Kars chuckled as he watched you claw at Wamuu’s back, desperate to cum around the pillarman’s fat cock.

“Fuck! Lord Kars! Wamuu!” You practically screamed at your squirted on the fat cock buried inside of you, cunt seizing almost painfully tight around his dick.

“Y/N!” Wamuu’s orgasm followed quickly behind, his thick ropes of cum painting your walls white as his hips stuttered to a still.

The two of you stayed interlocked like that for a moment, riding your orgasms out in an embrace far too gentle for a punishment.

“Alright, it’s my turn now, Wamuu,” Esidisi grunted, clapping his hand down on Wamuu’s shoulder.

Wamuu let out a surprisingly desperate whine, looking up at Kars with big pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry, Wamuu, but it is only fair that Esidisi and Santana get a turn with my sweet little lover,” Kars sighed.

Wamuu sighed and looked down at you before sneaking another kiss from your lips, pulling out so Esidisi could fill you up instead.

Esidisi flipped you over, grabbing your hips and propping your ass up, presenting your dripping pussy to himself.

“Oh you did a number on them, Wamuu,” Esidisi chuckled as he watched a thick glob of Wamuu’s seed trickle down to your clit before dripping to the blankets below.

You shuddered at the sensation, yelping as Esidisi plunged his tongue into your still twitching walls, licking you clean of Wamuu’s thick cum with that hot appendage of his.

Once every drop was sucked out of your pussy, damn near triggering another orgasm, Esidisi set you down on the blankets. You lifted your hips automatically and reached behind yourself to spread your cunt open for the pillarman.

Esidisi chuckled and rubbed the thick head of his cock against your puffy labia, his slit occasionally catching on your clit as he slid it back and forth.

“I want you to beg for my cock, Y/N. Beg for the great Esidisi of the flame to fill you up,” Esidisi commanded, taking a fistful of your hair to force you to look back at him.

“Please, Esidisi, fill me up with your cum!” You whined, shimmying your hips as you desperately tried to get his dick inside of you.

He teasingly rubbed his cockhead against your entrance, his cool piercing contrasting with the heat of the precum that coated your sensitive pussy lips.

“Hm, what do you think, Kars? Should fill your little lover up with my seed?” He chuckled as he gyrated his hips, continuing to tease your sensitive little pussy.

“Hm, I think they need to beg a little more,” Kars smirked as he forced you onto all fours, smacking your face with his hard dick.

You let out a surprised whine.

“Beg for it,” Kars said as he smacked your face with his hard penis again.

“Please, Esidisi! Fill me up! I want you to fill my cunt up!” You whined, wiggling your hips even more, desperate for his dick.

Kars smacked your face with his cock again.

“And?” He said expectantly with a quirked brow as he positioned his heavy cock before your lips, his precum glossing your lips.

“Please fuck my throat, Lord Kars!” You whined, grasping his shaft and desperately wrapping your lips around his leaking tip.

Kars chuckled. “That’s exactly what I want to hear, pet.”

“Now stuff his pussy, Esidisi,” Kars commanded, as he rolled his hips against your face, teasing your throat with his oozing cock head.

You damn near choked as Esidisi plunged into your pussy, distending the last traces of Wamuu’s cum before fucking you at a relentless pace.

You moaned and whined around Kars’ cock, grasping his firm, plush ass and pulling him flush against your face, flexing your throat as you desperately sucked him down.

Esidisi smacked your ass in time with his thrusts, making your needy cunt drip with embarrassed arousal.

Both of Kars’ hands played with your chest, pinching, tugging, massaging. Your entire body sung with pleasure as the eldest Pillarmen used you as a desperate little playtoy.

The both of them finished inside of you in unison, the beautiful sight and feeling and knowledge of the two great Pillarmen losing themselves inside of you sent you over the edge, making you squirt all over Esidisi’s warm thighs.

The two of them chuckled as they pulled out of you, Esidisi watching his cum spill from your cunt like a river.

“Did you enjoy being fucked full and used like that?” Esidisi purred.

You nodded eagerly, your body quivering from the overstimulating pleasure of it all.

Esidisi chuckled at that before raising his hand and smacking your pussy roughly.

You cried out at that as his near burning hot hand struck your labia. He repeated this motion over and over until you were crying, looking up at Kars and begging him to stop his second-in-command. The eldest pillarman just looked down at you impassively though, carding his hands through your hair.

“Did you forget this was a punishment, baby?” He cooed, his cock coming back to life so he could smack your face with it again.

“Santana!” Kars roared, calling the youngest of the Pillarmen forward.

“You and I are going to share their tight throat, alright?” Kars explained.

Santana nodded, positioning his cock before your face. You looked up at it in confusion, wondering why he was still soft.

“Suck me until I am hard,” Santana merely stated, grasping the base of his cock as Kars wrenched your mouth open.

You whined as your throat was stuffed again, desperately sucking the thick cock inside of your throat until you could feel it pumping heatedly, growing harder in your throat, making you gag. You smacked his hip, desperate for air only for Kars to pinch your nose, making you panic as you lost the air in your lungs.

Eventually you couldn’t take anymore and desperately wrenched your head back, gagging as you coughed up bile and Santana’s precum.

You took desperate deep breaths only for you to find your throat stuffed with Kars’ cock next.

You whined and cried as you slobbered on Kars’ cock, feeling the barbells on the underside of his dick tickle your throat.

You yelped around his dick as you felt Wamuu’s cock replace Esidisi’s firm hand, filling you to the brim.

(Warning: water sports content below: piss desperation + golden shower)

But as Kars and Santana alternated taking over your throat and Wamuu steadily pumped your pussy, you felt an uncomfortable pressure on your bladder.

You whined in alarm, pulling yourself off of Kars’ dick to voice your worry.

“L-Lord Kars, wait! I-I need to pee,” you whined, eyes wide and pleading as you felt the pressure in your bladder swell even more with Wamuu’s powerful thrusts.

“You say that like it’s an issue,” Kars smirked, motioning for Wamuu to speed up.

You let out an undignified cry as Wamuu’s powerful forceful thrusts jolted your abdomen. His fat dick was putting way too much pressure on your sensitive bladder.

“Please, Lord Kars! Please!” You pleaded.

“I’ll tell you what, my dear,” Kars smirked, sadism glinting in his dark crimson eyes.

“If you can hold out until Wamuu cums, your punishment will be over,” he purred.

Your eyes lit up with relief as you thanked your lord over and over again, but when you felt Wamuu speed up once more, you realized that this was simply too good to be true.

“Oh? Looks like Wamuu doesn’t want to give you the easy way out,” Kars chuckled.

Esidisi cackled, pumping his cock as he watched Wamuu relentlessly fuck your pussy.

“Oh, you dirty boy, Wamuu, you want to feel Y/N piss all over you?” Esidisi jeered.

You whined, looking back at Wamuu desperately as you tried so hard to not let your bladder release.

Your hopes began to wane as Wamuu sped up even faster, but his thrusts grew arrhythmic and his balls swelled and twitches against your clit until his hips finally stilled and with a roar he creamed your pussy, ejaculating far more than any of the others had.

Rope after thick sticky rope poured into your pussy, bloating and distending your belly as the great warrior trembled and moaned, filling you to the brim until you couldn’t be filled anymore. The overstimulated walls of your cunt, staffed far too much with both his and Esidisi’s copious seed forced Wamuu’s fat cock out of you.

You whined in embarrassment as your pussy loudly squelched as thick drooling strands of yours, Wamuu’s, and Esidisi’s lust spilled down to the sheets below.

Esidisi chuckled at that, before grunting and painting your back white with his seed.

After he’d come to fruition, he went behind you and roughly spanked your pussy again, making you cry out as a stream of piss trickled out of your urethra.

You looked up at Kars desperately, sighing in relief as your lord smiled down at you.

“Relieve yourself, my love,” he crooned. “Your punishment is over now.”

You cried and thanked him over and over again as you let your body relax, a thick, powerful stream of piss gushing from you, making you sigh and moan out in desperate relief as the sheets below soaked thoroughly with your golden water.

You nearly screamed though when you felt Wamuu’s lips wrap around your pussy once more, shamelessly slurping up your piss as the other Pillarmen cackled and cheered him on.

“Fuck,” you whined, thighs twitching as you fell face first onto the pillows below you, helpless as Wamuu’s eager mouth devoured every last drop of piss until there was nothing left.

You panted and sighed, glad it was all over.

But as streams of warm liquid trickled and sprinkled onto your back, a chorus of loud relieved sighs and groans echoing around you, you realized that this was the end of your punishment.

Wamuu flipped you over, forcing you to helplessly watch as he and the other Pillarmen pissed all over you. You let out a weak little whine as their hot urine sprayed all over you, soaking your entire body.

You felt so ashamed, degraded, and disgusted but despite yourself a shameful arousal spurred within you, prompting you to discreetly try and spread your thighs so you could feel Wamuu’s heavy golden stream hit your puffy, overwhelmed clit.

If any of them noticed, they said nothing, merely enjoying a moment of peaceful relief. You felt a twinge of pride swell in your chest with the knowledge that you were the one who brought them to this state.

(Water sports content over)

Despite the fact that this was your punishment, you found yourself in a relaxing, steaming bubble bath after everything had ensued, Wamuu and Kars gently cleaning you of the smutty fluids your body had been covered with.

Afterwards, Kars draped you in a comfortable silk slip and herded you towards his massive bed, pulling you close and kissing you gently.

“Let this be your reminder to never leave me again, for I will always be the one to bring you to peaks of pleasure beyond the imaginable,” Kars warned as he pulled you close, hips rocking against yours as he initiated gentle, loving sex, his cock slipping between your puffy overworked folds as Wamuu, the stoic guard, watched, a glint of mirth in his eyes as he watched Kars ravish you, knowing that he could have you whenever he wanted now, to ensure that you would never leave the Pillarmen again.

~fin~

Also ok damn that wasn’t an imagine that was more like a messy oneshot but like. I hope y’all enjoyed the ride??

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beevean · 1 year

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Thinking about Ellis' excuse to not include Grant <3 "We only had 80 minutes for the first season" <3 "His name is stupid" <3 (i think there also was smth like "having a pirate in a land-locked country is dumb" but MY MAN. YOU TOOK SO MANY LIBERTIES. JUST MAKE HIM A SLUTTY THIEF IF ITS TOO HARD FOR YOU TO COME UP WITH A STORY ???)

It actually infuriates me because, other than the ridiculous excuse for his name, there was a easy way to include him: Grant's thing is literally that he was a monster under Dracula's orders before Trevor saves him. He could have shown him as a monster and dont elaborate in the first season Then if he had had other seasons, he could have made the crew fight Grant at some point, and break his curse or smth. He could have introduced his monster form at the beginning of S2, even. I mean for fuck sake, he introduced a plethora of new characters over the seasons, HE HAD THE TIME. HE JUST ACTIVELY CHOSE NOT TO USE IT FOR GRANT. (He could even have made him instead of Greta. But he didnt because he is a coward who is ready to fetishize bisexuality and polyamory and bdsm and give a few minutes of screentime to a lesbian couple but not show two men falling in love in a healthy way. Or maybe he was afraid Grant's abs would have outshine Alucard's tiddies)

Anyway Grant deserved better and Warren is a shitty writer <3

Yeah, his reasonings were "he has a stupid name" and "a pirate in Wallachia doesn't make sense" (too bad that he's a fallen noble but as if he'd knew that :) ). And yeah. Hard to take him seriously when he says "I don't agree with canon so I'm not going to bother" after what he did to the Devil Forgemasters :'D

Lol, don't the Deats brothers swear up and down that Greta has nothing to do with Grant? She's just there to be yet another sassy woman who takes no shit and to be Amazing Bi Representation. Also lmao, I would never expect Ellis to write a good m/m romance, best if he doesn't even try thanks.

OG Isaac 🤝 Grant: tiddy too powerful to be depicted

#anti Netflixvania #poor grant always gets shafted #we shit on ellis as deserved but dawn of sorrow and dead cells did the same thing rip

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squishyneet · 2 years

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I mean, bestie I can't blame you for liking Ju Jisoo (I mean was there once, so... 0-0) but honestly you deserve better💅

So lemme try to convince you or shall I say make you fall out of love~

1. He's not even special 🙄🤔😒 tbh at his first appearance I was like OOOOOH just cuz' he covered his eyes with hair and seemed mYstErIoUS (I can be so shallow sometimes-) so if that was a point lemme help you. The new main character I think he's Kang Eunwoo used to look low-key similar 0_o so yeah he's there.. I mean Jay from lookism is even better :0

2. He looks stinky :P Personally I be reading and be like yo dude shut it, I can smell your breath thru the phone •~• (yup that's it)

3. HC: Says the sh*tiest most lame jokes ever. Also "Where my hug at" type of bish

4. I mean look at the rest of htf characters... much more Scrumptious

5. Lemme put some standards here...

•Cool/ Nice backstory... meh ❌

•Does he win often?.. ❌ NO. Even I can win against 244 (THIS IS A JOKE FOR LEGAL REASONS?)

• Tiddies? ❌ (no questions allowed for this one)

He's not even that rich smh 😒 (again this is a joke but hey am I wrong, eh?)

6.I get it.. I get it you like red flags. Understandable :D

But hey... not even 244 did what he did ugh🤢...(I mean 244 killed his girlfriend or whatever but that's besides the point-)

Pls don't hate me haha.. (°-°;) Also it's 3am so you can't blame me 😁

If you're not convinced yet and want more of my Ted talk 🤠 don't be shy to summon me ;)

Ahh b4 I go I HAVE to tell someone this... and well that someone is you bestie haha~ So normally I like no.. LOVE tall haired bois (despite whatever else is there to their miserable lives) which ofc includes mullets but I've got an exception 🤭. I mean Taehoon with short hair?? Especially the one in the MMA ??? I can't be the only one ? I'm talking about this 👇

ONE

meow,

🐣

Chickie sending me a whole document 😭😭

U got a lot of good points. U are kinda right about the red flags 😭. Yeah there definitely are more scrumptious characters 👀 Jisoo is just a crumb. And I do love Eunwoo.

I will say that when Hyeoksoo got stabbed and Jisoo yelled "baby bro" or whatever, it did touch my heart to see him being a big bro. HOWEVER, it does not outweigh the fact that he's a stinky where's my hug typa guy and whatnot.

I am a sucker for guys with mullets (Taehun, Hansu, Seto Kaiba) and whatever was going on with Taehun's hair back then was a crime. I feel like if he kept his hair short, people still would have fallen for him because he's . . . he's Taehun. But that compared to HIS MULLET?? 😤😤😤 It's givin vampire Munseong 😔 try to keep up

But he does look more cute and approachable with his short hair idk what it is.

Feel free to continue your analysis :)

Edit: u made me fall in love with short hair Taehun

#lookism #how to fight #viral hit #taehun seong #ju jisoo #joo jisoo #kang eunwoo #ask #answer #squishyneet #🐣#🐣 anon #webtoon #manhwa

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jojo-reader-hell · 3 years

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May I request baby Zeppeli in a poly relationship with Bruno’s gang? I’m basically piggybacking off what the other anon said

Oh boy you may.

Everyone knows your nonno by name, especially the scores of old ladies who often blush whenever he passes by. Caesar Zeppeli doesn’t look a day over thirty, but the older women can tell you that no matter the years it doesn’t seem as though he’s able to age.

He’s a tragedy wrapped in good looks. Lost the only love of his life in childbirth, and it is rumored that your mother was killed abroad in Egypt many years before, leaving you an orphan with only your loving grandpa to take care of you.

Life was unbelievably sweet with your nonno. It was rare that you missed your mother, although you loved her very much, Caesar made sure that you never wanted for anything.

You sat in his lap until you were fifteen. He still holds your hand while you both are walking across the street. He homeschooled you. Still takes you to church with him and picks your clothes for you.

Caesar won’t admit it but he even still cuts your braciola for you every Sunday.

He never wants to think that you will one day grow up and have a family of your own. He’s perfectly content to have you stay with him forever, he doesn’t intend to let you go so easily.

So it comes as a horrific punch to the gut when he hears from the old ladies across the way that you’ve fallen into a rough crowd.

They’ve seen you going to Libeccio’s on the sneaks. And it is no secret that it’s frequented by the local thugs.

Caesar’s not sure when you were able to find the time to get out of his sight, until he remembers that you often asked to go out and walk around the neighborhood before lunch.

He didn’t think anything of it at the time. It wasn’t like you were going very far.

Obviously he was wrong, because his elderly informants have told him they’ve seen you enter Libeccio’s alone and leave with a man that walks you halfway to your home before leaving you to walk alone the rest of the way.

He’s already seeing red, he doesn’t even ask who the man is or what he looks like, because the minute he sees him next to you he will know.

… this probably would have saved your hide later on in hindsight.

The scene is one that the diners would never forget. Did that blonde man literally use gnocchi as bullets? Why’d he take the black haired teen by the hair and launch him against the wall?! Did the unkempt one with long silver hair pull out a tea pot to pee in it? What’s the blonde one doing with a fork! WHY DOES THAT MAN IN THE CASHMERE SWEATER HAVE A GUN?!?!?

Amazingly, after the mishap and you crying for your nonno to stop hurting your boyfriends, Caesar short circuits for a hot minute.

“Please don’t hurt my nonno Baci! Please Nana, Mista, Fu… Don’t hurt him or he’ll use the bubbles!”

Now your so called “boyfriends” have short circuited when they realize that this man isn’t a jealous suitor, he’s your grandpa?!

“Hold up!”

“You mean this fucking himbo is your GRANDPA?!”

Immediately there’s another young man at Caesar’s side, gathering the other boys together and making them apologize to him and to the patrons of the restaurant. He insists that they didn’t mean to cause trouble for him, but it seems that you hadn’t yet introduced the boys to your grandpa like they told you to do.

You’ve never seen Nonno angry before.

Until now that he’s got you over his knee.

None of your boyfriends are going to intervene because a. They don’t want that smoke. b. You really should have actually told him you were dating a bunch of guys and at least tried to lessen the blow.

“GODDAMMIT I DID NOT RAISE YOU TO BE SOMEONE’S PUTTANA-!”

Next time don’t sneak around with no tiddy window thots where all the little old ladies can see you.

And you won’t get a size 14 boot up the butt.

#jojo’s bizzare adventure #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure vento aureo #caesar zeppeli #caesar anthonio zeppeli #grandpa caesar #return of nonno #he gon bus out the Italian chancla #bruno buccellati x reader #leone abbacchio x reader #narancia ghirga x reader #pannacotta fugo x reader #guido mista x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure battle tendency #jjba headcanon #jjba headcanons #jjba hc

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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The "oh no they're hot" moment for one of my boys pretty please with Kyo tiddies on top 😂

Hope you like it, Biz. 😂 And yesssss to my husband’s tiddies. 🤤

Note: This idea was taken from one of mine and Biz’s jam sessions. 😂 I just rewrote it into a cleaner format, and then added a few things to it. Also, one-armed Giyuu needs more love.

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Giyuu x F!S/O: Oh No, He’s Hot (Fluff, Sin Memes, Slight NSFW Scenario)

Warnings: Adult Situations, Language, Very Mild Smut

(Y/n)’s heart was pounding hard in her chest; so hard that she thought it was going to jump out and grace both her and Giyuu with its presence.

And the longer that her eyes lingered on the broad, muscled expanse of his back, the more that her brain was closer to full on blanking out. As it was, she could barely keep her composure as she scrubbed Giyuu’s back with a wet cloth.

She wanted nothing more than to look down and let her gaze linger on his ass— at least what she could see of it with him sat down— but she forced herself to stay focused on the task at hand.

Which was helping Giyuu bathe, since he couldn’t thoroughly clean his back with only one arm.

It was going so well too, but when Giyuu turned to look at her over his shoulder, she almost dropped the wash cloth in her hand; with her mouth falling slightly open and her eyes widening even more as she took in the blush on his face.

“Oh no,” The young woman whispered under her breath, immediately biting down on her tongue when she realized how bold her thoughts sounded in her head. ‘He’s hot.’

“(Y/n)-san...” Giyuu began softly, obviously shy about having to speak up about a request of his. He already knew that asking for her to scrub his back was already a lot to ask for— especially with his thoughts going a little rampant— but he had to rely on her to do it for him, since he wouldn’t be able to do it himself. “Can you scrub my right shoulder?”

As it was, he was imagining all of the things that he wanted her to do to him— mainly starting off with kissing his back, and then reaching around to palm his slowly hardening cock.

The former Hashira had never been the libidinous type at all; not until he had met (Y/n). When she came into his life, it was as if she had also introduced the concept of lust and sex to him— because she made him feel those desires, just for her.

And it was driving him crazy, to say the least.

He looked so flustered as he uttered those words; almost mumbling them incoherently with how shy he really felt about saying it in the first place. But his trepidations were calmed when he saw the bright smile that tugged up at the corners of (Y/n)’s lips at his request.

“Of course, Giyuu.” Her smile never faltered as she set to work with scrubbing his right shoulder. (Y/n)’s heart was pounding even harder than before, yet she paid it no mind as she focused on getting her task done, but was faced with a slight problem when she went beyond Giyuu’s request and started scrubbing his arm as well.

The moment that her fingers made contact with his arm pit, Giyuu instantly jerked in surprise; eyes wide with shock, and face even redder than before. All because the short laugh that bubbled free from his lips had sounded so foreign— even to himself.

And he could only look down to hide his face from her; only to see that the towel that he had draped across his lap— to cover his modesty— had fallen askew, and had exposed his half-hard erection.

“I...” Giyuu didn’t even know what to say, he was so mortified that he felt numb all over. Especially when he sensed (Y/n) leaning around him to see what had him so stumped.

Her soft gasp, as well as well as the quiet sound of her lips parting echoed in Giyuu’s ears— making him think that she was affronted with him, more than anything else.

But that wasn’t the case at all, as (Y/n) swallowed thickly and licked her lips— all while admiring how beautiful Giyuu’s cock looked, even when it wasn’t fully hard.

“I’m sorry.”

She shook her head at the apology, feeling much more confident with herself after she saw that it wasn’t just her that was being so affected by hers and Giyuu’s closeness. And if she were much more shameless, she would have already gotten down on her knees and took his dick in her mouth.

But she wasn’t, so she had to bide her time and wait for him to make the first move. “There’s nothing to be sorry about at all, Giyuu.”

#giyuu tomioka x reader #tomioka giyuu x reader #tomioka giyuu #tomioka giyū #giyuu x reader #kimetsu no yaiba giyuu #kimetsu no yaiba tomioka #giyu tomioka x reader #tomioka x reader #kny tomioka #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer imagines #kny imagines #jen writes

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sickficsies-and-whumpsies · 3 years

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OOOOH GOD I JUST HAD A NEW IDEA.

If you can do both, I will be very happy.

So...

Nanami has a fever, he overworked himself during the last fight, and he is bound in his bed, trying to recover. He keeps dreaming of Gojo while he shifts from sleep to reality and feels like he is there with him but doesn't know if it's true. He has lots of delusions and hallucinations regarding Gojo breaking his heart and feels like he is slowly burning alive.

Also, I have to add this, if you are able to describe him as tiddies out, you would save my life. I thirst for Dilfs in pain.

“I THIRST FOR DILFs IN PAIN” HAD ME WHEEZING, HELP- oh man, I hope I put Nanamin through enough pain with this one, I did my best to depict his disorientation :D Have fun, I hope this is enough f*cked up!! All I want to say is... Sorry.

(TW in the tags)

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The blurred digits danced across the tiny screen, forcing Nanami to squeeze his chestnut-brown eyes painfully. It read 40,1°C, or so he supposed. His fever-addled brain, while aware that he was, in fact, feverish, wasn’t quite in control of the body, eyes failing him.

The blond sighed, resigned, and moved to sit up on the bed with a pitiful groan. As soon as his torso was perpendicular to the mattress, a wave of dizziness made him flop back onto the firm yet comfortable surface, head spinning in a violent, overwhelming manner.

Nanami wanted nothing more than to reach for his phone, located on the neatly-arranged night stand, next to a book and a half empty glass of water. Just an arm-length away, maybe less, and yet, the man hadn’t enough strength in him to move that much. His limbs felt heavy, bones lined with lead, head filled with grey fog, eyesight faltering.

“I jus’ need… to call in…” he murmured, not quite sure if he’d said that out-loud, either. The effort of turning his head to look at the phone left him breathless, disoriented; shaky fingers reached for it, barely a couple of centimeters above the mattress. Beads of sweat dripped down Nanami’s pasty face and he grit his teeth, summoning every last ounce of power left in him.

If I could just warn someone, I would be fine. I just need to sweat this off. But I have to let Satoru know, or he’ll come bursting in here soon, and get himself sick. I don’t want that to happen, taking care of him is annoying. He is annoying when he’s sick. He is always annoying. I just need to let him know I’m fine. I just need to tell him not to come. I just一

He blinked his eyes open, startled. When had he closed them?

Nanami allowed his vision to focus, albeit slowly and not entirely efficiently either, and noticed how his arm was stretched out toward the night stand, not quite touching it due to his slightly bent elbow. It just laid there, motionless, fingers barely twitching, not obeying his command.

The sorcerer inhaled a shallow, rasped breath, trying to coax his body into cooperating to reach that damned phone.

He didn’t need Gojou to come, he needed him not to. He wouldn’t have come anyway, Nanami thought. He never did.

The sky-eyed man wasn’t a bad person. He wasn’t a bad boyfriend, Nanami knew it, he’d repeated that to himself so many times, too many times, trying to carve it into his brain, to learn it by heart. Gojou wasn’t a bad boyfriend.

He was simply… a not conventional one.

More than once, Nanami had to remind him about their dates. More than once, he had to hint that his birthday was coming up, or that he’d asked him for a favour of any sorts一 not that he’d do that, Nanami was capable of doing everything on his own.

Maybe that’s why Gojou had never bothered to offer his help. Maybe it was out of admiration and reverence in regard of Nanami’s skills一 as a sorcerer and as a civilian, too一 that he’d never offered his help, nor helped unless strictly necessary.

Nanami forced himself to shake his head, aware that he was dozing off again, thoughts swirling in his pounding, boiling brain. No, he needed to get the phone first, he needed to inform that he wouldn’t come, and that he… maybe, he could use some help.

Gojou’s.

But he won’t come! he thought, bitter. He won’t come on his own. It’s not like him, he won’t come here, he won’t notice. I’m glad. He doesn’t need to worry, I’m fine. I’m happy that he’s not going to come, he doesn’t need to. I can handle a little cold. I don’t need to worry him. Not that he would. But it’s a good thing, because he一

A faint knock echoed through the neat apartment. Nanami opened his eyes一he’d closed them again, hadn’t he?一 and tried to pinpoint the source of the noise, curious. Certainly, something must have fallen from the table, maybe a spoon he’d left out of place.

“Spoons don’t sound like knocking when they fall, Nanamin~” someone purred from outside the door. Someone that Nanami knew, certainly. Someone that wasn’t supposed to be there, or rather, someone that he didn’t think was ever going to come.

“S-Satoru?” he croaked, weak. He wished that his technique allowed him to move objects with his mind, willing to unlock the door without, however, having the necessary strength to get up and walk the way to it. That would have meant crossing the bedroom, reaching the tiny corridor, walking through it and up to the genkan. He would have had to sit on the step at the entrance, slip his shoes on to walk the tiny distance between the wooden floor and the door, not wanting to soil his slippers.

Speaking of slippers, he didn’t know where he’d left them. He’d come home around midnight, after an extenuating fight. Nanami had wrapped everything up rather slowly, and once it was over, he barely waited for the EMTs to check him over before he gave up and walked the way home, in the freezing weather.

The walk home, and the time from when he reached the doorstep to when he flopped on the bed, were a blur of flashes and thumping noises, voices and phones ringing, people yelling一 he’d left the TV on, he didn’t know how he allowed himself to make that mistake.

He, who would always reprimand Gojou for forgetting to turn the lights off, for not cleaning the bathroom mirror after he’d brushed his teeth, for leaving the spoon in the plate when he reheated food in the microwave. Nanami would always tell him off, tired of how careless Gojou acted, tired of how the other man seemed to have mistaken him for his personal butler, tired of一

“Nanamin, my poor Nanamin.” Gojou said, running a hand through the blond’s sweaty hair, letting his fingers cradle the mane and massage the scalp delicately, “All sick and lonely, my little Nanamin~”

“You shouldn’t一” Nanami was caught off guard, wheezing as a painful dry coughed escaped his mouth and scraped his throat. Teary eyes glanced at the bottle on the dresser just a few meters away.

The mattress lifted and then dipped again.

Nanami grabbed the glass of water that Gojou had filled for him, and drank greedily, letting the cold liquid soothe the agony, feeling the fog thin out in the slightest.

“You shouldn't have come.” he finished, “You’re going to get sick too. You aren’t even wearing a mask, everyone knows that it’s necessary to protect yourself when you visit someone sick, Satoru.” he scolded, thin eyebrows furrowed on his damp forehead.

“You’re always so cold with me, Nanamin! Your lovely boyfriend came all the way here to watch you suffer, and you treat him like that? Cruel.” the white-haired man hummed, laying next to Nanami, not quite touching him. Truth is, he didn’t even seem to be willing to reach for the man.

Ah, Nanami reasoned, Infinity. Nothing gets through.

“I could deactivate it, Nanamin. The Infinity, you know, I could deactivate it and touch you. You want that, don’t you?” he teased, blinking at the ill man.

“Y-you don’t have to.”

Gojou laughed in that way that made his enemies’ skin crawl, so hollow yet light. Carefree, intimidating for just how genuinely amused he sounded.

“Oh, I wouldn't think about it, Nanamin.” he said, “It’s bad enough that you’re out of commission, we can’t have both of us out of the games.”

Nanami swallowed the dryness in his throat to no avail, averting his gaze just in the slightest, just enough to have that annoying, mocking grin out of his sight. “Good.”

“But you want me to touch you, right? You want me to care for you, you want to feel my breath on your skin, to bite into it with my teeth and let them sink in your neck, don’t you, Nanamin?” he whispered. Had he not activated the Infinity, Nanami would have been able to feel the ticklish warmth of Gojou’s breath on his ear, surely.

“It wouldn't be wise, since I’m sick.” he hummed, still not looking at Gojou. He couldn’t bear it.

Nanami couldn’t stand that cocky, teasing bastard, he couldn’t stand his malicious threats and offerings that he was then going to deny, he couldn’t stand the way Gojou referred to him and to himself, as if they were on widely different levels, as if Nanami was supposed, no, bound to do something to earn his boyfriend’s kindness.

“Go home, I’ll be fine.” he rasped out.

Leave. Please, leave.

Was he going to cry? The fever was playing atrocious tricks on his mind and body, so Nanamin paid no mind to the sudden stinging sensation in his eyes, he didn’t care about his twitching chin and shaking hands.

“I know you will. I don’t need you to tell me you’ll be fine.” Gojou hummed, matter-of-factly, sounding almost offended at Nanami’s implication. Nanami himself really didn’t know what it was, though.

Was Gojou annoyed because Nanami had implied that someone like him could get worried? Or, was he mad because Nanami had implied that he was enough to make Gojou, of all people, worry?

Both, probably.

“Then leave.” he hissed, heart hammering in his chest, head throbbing in the heat.

“I will.”

“Good.”

Gojou sat up, before a sweaty hand grabbed at his wrist, causing the man to cock a white eyebrow in what Nanami hoped wasn’t annoyance nor anger. Yet, he could tell it was.

“Do you even care?” he breathed out, eyes watery only because of the fever. “About me. Do- do you care? Did you ever...?”

The taller sorcerer grinned, features softening. “Of course I do, Nanamin. You’re one of the strongest sorcerers out there, how could I not care?” he purred, grabbing Nanami’s trembling jaw with his strong fingers, gaze penetrating.

Not reassuring in the slightest, either.

Nanami felt his face heat up, façade crumbling as hot tears welled at the corner of his blurry eyes. “Not- not as a sorcerer, Satoru!! Do you... care about me?”

The grip tightened, Gojou’s short nails leaving faint indents in his boyfriend’s cheeks, “Care how, Nanamin? What do you mean by care, what does care mean to you?” he grinned, shortening the distance between their faces, noses almost brushing against each other’s.

“Y-you’re hurting me,” Nanami breathed out, faint, “Let go of m一”

“Say, Nanamin,” Gojou’s fingers dug deeper, grin growing wider, colder, “is it love you’re looking for? Is it what you’re asking me?”

The blond brought a shaky hand up, trying to pry Gojou’s hand away to no avail, too weakened by the debilitating fever, too shocked to act efficiently.

“Is it, Nanamin?”

“Y-yes.” he hiccupped, dry, voice barely above a whisper, his words whimpered and fragmented, “Do you love me? H-have you ever loved me?”

Gojou chuckled, licking his lips, “Of course I did, Nanamin. Of course. You’re so pretty, so strong… I would have been a fool not to love you, don’t you think?”

He did not let go.

“Do I not show you enough love, Nanamin? Do you not think I love you? Do you believe that I’m a bad boyfriend, Nanamin?” he asked.

Something in his tone wasn’t quite right. It sounded unfamiliar, having lost its arrogant edges, replaced with something that the blond couldn’t identify yet. And it creeped him out.

“N-no.” the ill one gulped, “It’s… S-sometimes, you don’t- I don’t think th-that you care. I, I feel like you don’t.” Nanami confessed, trembling.

“So you think I’m lying?” Gojou inquired.

“No!! I’m not- it’s not that.”

“I think it is.”

Nanami shook his head vehemently, squeezing his eyes shut. He forced himself into a sitting position, willing the dizzy spell away, swallowing the bile that scratched the back of his tongue, ignoring how his shirt and bedsheets were soaked, ignoring the stale air in his room.

“P-please, Satoru, don’t一!!”

“It’s getting late, Nanamin.” Gojou sighed, clapping his hands once as he got up and stretched his legs, ignoring his boyfriend’s pleading look, ignoring his watery gaze and wet cheeks, ignoring the hand that feebly attempted to reach for his, uselessly.

“A-are you leaving me?” he sobbed, not caring about the snot that dripped down his fine nose, not caring about how pathetic and helpless he sounded. It was the fever.

“Is it not what you wanted me to do, Nanamin?” Gojou asked, hands deep in his pockets.

His eyes, clearer than the sky, bore a sour shade of regret, a glint of annoyance that Nanami prayed wasn’t addressed to him. Those eyes that looked down at him, on him, pissed.

“Y-yes, no, I don’t- I didn’t mean it l-like that, I meant一 please, wait, I’m not一”

“Goodbye, Nanamin.” Gojou muttered, headed for the door. He knocked Nanami’s glasses off the low dresser they were on, unconcerned, not bothering to pick them up.

The ill man faintly heard the door click in the distance again. Unfocused, bleary eyes scanned the room, because he couldn’t be gone, he couldn’t have left him like that, Nanami couldn’t believe that he did.

His gaze dropped to the floor, neat, untouched, glasses still placed on the dresser, the bottle still full of crystal-clear water.

Nanami could only breathe out a desperate whimper, a prayer for Gojou to come, for him to stop being so distant in every sense of the term. He wished and prayed, and fell into a restless slumber, plagued with other nightmares and suspected premonitions.

3/20/2021

#fever tw #hallucinating tw #no manga spoilers #hurt/no comfort #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #angst #jjk fanfiction #nanami kento #gojou satoru #sick nanami kento #sick nanamin #nanamin #gojou x nanamin #what's their ship name?#my fic #sickfic #jjk sickfic #+2.2k words

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 4 years

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Heyo bouncy, coming to collect my fic for the Geralt with w/ nip piercings edit! Can i get some monster-ish looking geralt (or go full monster cryptid if ya want) with a jaskier who loves him v much fangs claws and all? Spice level up to u, just pls dont make it super sad as I cry like a lil bitch. (Also feel free to hit me more tat/piercing edits and ill do my best to deliver!)

(Ayyy thank you so much for that edit by the way. Excellent addition to the Tiddy Discourse)

it will be fluffy as fuck, my friend

featuring a real British cryptid that I have appropriated for my purposes (this is NOT related to my BATB crossover series)

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Jaskier whistled a jaunty tune and pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders as he picked his way over fallen branches and twining roots. The wind was starting to pick up and he felt the biting cold in his face and hands; hopefully he was growing close enough to summon his lover’s aid.

“Geralt?” he called, cupping his hands around his mouth, “Geralt, where are you?”

There was a dark flash of shadow from the corner of Jaskier’s weak human vision and then there he was in all his shaggy, canine-heavy glory: the Beast of Bohdren Moor.

Geralt stood just over six-and-a-half feet tall, even when he stooped his shoulders forward to seem more menacing. His hair was a wild, snow-white mess; though it was more tamable now that it had been when Jaskier first stumbled upon the strange creature’s lair. He made sure to braid it back and out of the monster’s way whenever he returned to humanity.

“Jaskier,” the Beast snarled, stepping closer and reaching out his claw-tipped hands. The young bard fell against his lover’s chest and sighed. The creature buried his nose against Jaskier’s hair and breathed in deeply. “Smell good. Like fruit.”

“I am a little on the fruity side,” the bard giggled. He shivered then, and burrowed closer to the furnace that was Geralt. “It’s cold out here, love.”

“Cave, then.”

“Alright.”

The giddy bard allowed himself to be swept off his feet and carried the short distance between the clearing and Geralt’s cave, babbling all the while about his latest lessons and new compositions and look Geralt, I’ve brought you some wine and a new blanket for winter.

“You don’t have to do these things,” the Beast asserted, placing Jaskier back on his feet at the mouth of his cave/home.

“I know, but I enjoy it. There are very few people left in my life that I want to spoil, Geralt, please allow me to take out that frustration on you. There’s nobody more deserving of gifts and affection than you, my darling creature of the night.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier pulled the wine from his travel basket and allowed Geralt to pop the cork with his impressively sharp teeth. “Well done, lover mine.”

“Hmm.”

One of Geralt’s sharp claws made its way down the outside of Jaskier’s clothed thigh and the younger man shivered. “Later, darling. You’ll get what you want later; let’s have something to eat and drink first. And you can tell me all about the people you’ve frightened and the monsters you’ve dispatched from the area.”

“Hmm,” the Beast hummed yet again and reached out to pull the bard closer. Jaskier allowed himself to be folded and maneuvered safely onto Geralt’s wide lap. “Stay.”

“Well,” the young bard smiled, cuddling close to his darling wild-man. “I can’t argue with that, now, can I?”

#prompt fill for a good buddy #thanks for the tiddy edits #geraskier cute #geraskier soft #human jaskier #bard jaskier #nonhuman geralt #monster geralt #creature geralt #borrowing british monsters cause they literally borrowed everyone else's shit all the time #sorry i'm taking a colonialist literature class #oof #geraskier softness

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i-am-the-balancing-point · 2 years

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4,13,19,26 for Gigi?

Amanda my beloved! Thank you so much for asking these 💕

4. What type of weapons do they prefer?

previously answered here

Her trusty rusty bat aka Ol’ Reliable™.

This bitch grew up with SpongeBob like all of us.

13. From the GFH/FGH which one they get along with the most?

previously answered here

I could never pick just one 🙈 so instead I’ll describe Gigi’s relationship with each a bit more in detail and hope that’s okay with you too. ♡

Boomer: Her good boy!! She is always so grateful to see him whenever she visits the Ryes and he senses that she is usually in need of some good old-fashioned canine comforting. Gigi’s heart breaks every time for his because despite having lost his Rea Rea, the were best friends for sure, and having to go through some brutal peggies shit too, he is still such a friendly loveable loyal companion. So they will cuddle and play and frolick around. Boomer thinks it’s good for his human to get some exercise with him and he‘ll gladly fetch the tennis ball for her any time because throwing it seems to really excite her.

After baby Carmina arrives and Joey is finally free he moves in with her though. Just like Gigi she is in need of a loyal caring partner and he takes great pride in caring for her.

Nick: She’d not only die for him but give him a kidney. He made her godmother to his baby after all! The first time she firmly declines his offer for a flight he is a bit hurt though but understands soon enough that it’s not because she doubts his abilities as a pilot but because she has yet to process the helicopter crash. Gigi also does have a little crush on Kim and him but doesn’t make a move in fear of putting them off. (They do share a bed though from time to time. Whatever that might mean.)

Grace: Gigi is deeply in awe of her and has nothing but respect for the amazing Grace. She can sometimes be a little reserved about Gigi‘s loud side but that’s just her personality. She is all the more down to listen to the softer notes of her mix though and has her back from the first moment they talk. Grace knows gigi is a good person a really respects how much she does for the county.

Cheeseburger: Big. Wonderful. Cuddlebug. Most adventures they go on consist of hiking and napping. Cheeseburger loves how the deputy can scratch all of her itches that develop under that enormous coat soooo well and she will often bring dried fish as a treat for her. The understand each other without words and spending time with Cheeseburger really relaxes the deputy. Who could resist snuggling up against that big plushie after all?

Hurk: Shenanigans galore ensured! They bond over meming and scheming and their shared love for cartoons and tiddies. Gigi loves listening to his stories of his travels but doubts the accuracy of the them at least 70% of the time. He basically treats her like a little sister, showed her how to light farts on fire. They once got drunk and were REALLY committed to giving each other tongue piercings (but luckily did not follow through).

Jess: They bond over cartoons and tiddies too but soon get much closer than that. Jess finds real comfort in spending time with Gigi, something she had secretly been missing for a long time. Gigi always wishes she could “fix” everything that shattered the huntress so many times that she has grown a shell of steel by now so she is happiest when she can just hold her to her chest when she has fallen asleep.

Peaches: magical 👏🏽 hands 👏🏽 the murderous secret cuddle bug can always rely on Gigi finding the right spot to pet on her head and under her chin. She just naturally is a cat person and they get along like littermates. Sometimes Peaches even licks her for a bit and will run off to rip some peggies’ throat out before Gigi has even spotted them. She’s the only FFH allowed in her bed.

Sharky: Another best buddy power couple! Both love to just hang out, sip some beer and share snacks. Sometimes they will play guitar together and Sharky is absolutely enchanted by her singing. He calls her Stinky or Shorty. They also smash a lot. He is in awe of how he can get this bundle of nerves and tension to unwind and let go of herself and he’d be the only person she’d ever potentially allow to knock her up. (Not gonna happen though.)

Adelaide: A bit of her mum and a bit of her bad influence-friend. They often enable each other but generally in positive ways. Addie is one of the only people who at least suspects how much Gigi is sleeping around. She is none to judge though and even helps her through a pregnancy scare once. Our queen has been there, done that and some things you just cannot be alone with. They’ll always be there for each other.

@adelaidedrubman also asked to know more about the relationship between my dep and the Ryes so I shall expand on that in a future post 💕

19. How do they feel about Faith?

Definitely the most positive out of the Seeds. Gigi, especially initially, fails to realise that Faith is just as bad as the others, just different. She knew before arriving that Joseph got her to join the family when she was 17 and won’t stop viewing her as the vulnerable teenage addict for a while, completely disregarding all of her actions which are literally just as bad as her brothers’. So congrats to my deputy for being a dum dum and literally falling for their narrative of innocence and all that blah. (Wanna implement a little disclaimer here that, yes, the abuse she faced was bad and Faith/Rachel is not a bad person for it, also not for it making her especially deceptible for joining the cult of a much older man who manipulated her into it. She is still very much responsible for her actions though and drugs and trauma are not an excuse for harmful bahaviour and deeds. Of course y’all know that bc ur smart but it felt important to make this clear again.)

The first times my deputy experiences very bad bliss trips, she also does not make the connection to Faith being responsible for it which she very much is though. The siren has a habit of making people go through the worst shit in their minds while only being present for the aftermath, to “rescue” them from their trip and pull them out of the bliss. She only ever appears in positive visions.

Has stolen Gigi’s shoes on numerous occasions. They always turn up again somewhere after a while though. But it’s enough to make Gigi question her sanity every time it happens.

26. What do they feel about Joseph?

this is a lot like 24, previously answered here, so I’m taking this as an opportunity to add more

If you were to ask Gigi she’d tell you that he has never outright hurt her which is… kinda true? He has a great way of concealing his violence by having it carried out through his brothers, sister and followers. Joseph is also never the first one to lash out at her, always finding “reasons” to do so, always staying calm during it and reassuring her that it is something he does not want to but has to do. She basically only has herself to blame anyways.

Gigi unfortunately eats that shit up but is still peripherally aware that he is definitely not doing the right thing. She couldn’t kill him, at least not of her own accord. If he basically pounced her and tried to choke her to death then probably yes but she would never walk up to a “peaceful civillian” and stab them right in the eye. She tries to reason with him though whenever possible but stinky little preacher man would of course never accept that.

#I’m sorry it took me seven million years to get back to you #scungilliwoman #far cry 5 #answered asks #my dep

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bnha-mha-imagines · 4 years

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Ok, so, hear me out, I've had this idea for a while. I sleep with no clothes cause they annoy the hell outta me. Can I get a little story of either Bakugou or Todoroki studying with the reader and the reader dozes off and strips in her sleep? I'm sorry if this is weird, it's just been in my mind for so long. thank you! ˶⚈Ɛ⚈˵

This is actually sooooo funny hahaha. And totally not weird at all, sis, dicks out for harambe, tiddies out for harambe, we stan

Bakugo:

After classes were all finished for the day, you and Bakugo would usually retire to his room to chill and work on whatever you had. Typically you would do homework together, and he’d help you wherever you needed it. Usually it would come packaged with a pretty little, “You should have paid more attention, idiot,” but you had a feeling that he secretly liked feeling useful and helpful to you.

Today, however, you could not even bother to do your homework. Aizawa had run you ragged during training and your entire body was utterly exhausted. By the time you reached Bakugo’s room, you practically threw your backpack down and leapt into his bed. “Oi!” Bakugo complained, your shoes and coat already messing up his otherwise clean room. “You think you suddenly own the place or something? Come on, get up, we still have our math homework.”

You bundled yourself under his covers, breathing in his scent as you watched him bend down to organize the mess you made. As he sat at his desk, he looked over at you to narrow his eyes. “(Y/n),” he warned, eyes firm yet caring at the same time.

“No,” you whined, burying your face deeper into his pillow. Your eyes were already feeling heavier, closing and opening slowly. “Bakugo I’m tired, let me rest first…”

Bakugo opened his mouth to retort, but one look at how completely wiped out you were and he closed it again. “Fine… but I’m waking you up later so you can finish your work.” It was a reasonable compromise, but you hardly heard him, happily curling up to sleep.

Bakugo looked at your calm figure for a few more seconds before tearing his eyes away. It took everything in him not to climb in and join you, instead turning back around in his seat to look at his desk. From his bag he pulled out his workbook and the notes he had diligently taken in class earlier. Once all of the supplies he needed were out and ready, he set to work.

The room was quiet except for the scratching of his pencil and your soft breathing, which gradually slowed as you drifted off. Relaxed, Bakugo went through the problems with ease, never having much trouble with schoolwork. From behind him, Bakugo could hear you shifting in your sleep. At first he thought nothing of it, but after some time the shifting became longer and more frequent.

Curiosity peaking, Bakugo set his pencil down and turned to look at you. Eyes widening, he watched as you, with your shirt already discarded on the floor, began to unhook your bra. Your eyes were still closed, eyebrows furrowed slightly. Were you… were you sleep stripping? You had a slightly frustrated expression on your face, struggling to unclasp the bra that was clearly bothering you.

With his face blooming, Bakugo leapt from his chair, knocking into his desk and spilled a cup of pens. Quickly, he hurried to his drawers, grabbing one of his shirt and racing to the side of his bed. He grabbed your arms, dragging them back down to your sides as your bra unhooked, the straps the only things shielding his eyes from your breasts. Doing his best, Bakugo maneuvered his shirt over your head, releasing your arms in order to do so. Immediately your hands moved under the shirt to pull the bra out from under it.

With how large the shirt was on you, you hardly seemed to feel it’s confinement on you as you dozed. Carefully, Bakugo helped your arms through the sleeves and laid you back down on the pillow. You were clearly more comfortable now, but Bakugo was anything but.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like looking at your body, but… there was something about you being unconscious that made him feel like it was wrong to let you sleep naked like that. He respected you above all else, and despite his crudeness at times, he tried to be a gentleman.

With his face still heated, Bakugo glared down at you, tching in annoyance. “Weirdo,” he mused, but his eyes held a soft look in them. Moving back to his desk, he made sure not to make eyes contact with your underwear on the ground, clearing his throat and trying to refocus on his work. Easier said than done, when his girlfriend is sleeping half naked in his bed…

Todoroki:

Todoroki knew that you had a habit of sleeping naked, as you’d mentioned to him before in a conversation that you preferred to sleep in the nude. He never thought anything of it, though. It was your body, your clothes, your bed. You could sleep however you liked. It never bothered him, since he was happy as long as you were comfortable.

He was put into a rather strange situation when he visited your room for a movie. It was date night, and you had both decided to watch Frozen and cuddle on the couch. It was going well, but about halfway through the movie you started to doze off. At first he didn’t notice, he was so engrossed in the film that his eyes never peeled away from it. But, when he felt your head fall onto his shoulder, he peered over to see that, sure enough, you had fallen asleep.

Part of him felt concerned that you were missing one of the best songs of the movie, but Todoroki also knew that you had a long day and needed the rest. So he just turned his head back to the screen, drew the blanket up a little higher for you, and continued to watch the movie while you slept.

At least twenty minutes had gone by where you sat like that together before he started to feel you shift next to him, trying to get more comfortable. After a few attempts, Todoroki blinked, surprised, when you suddenly sat up straight. “(Y/n)?” he called your name softly, watching with confused eyes as you, with your eyes still closed, start to grab at the bottom of your shirt. Eyes widening, he watched as you removed your shirt from over your head, tossing it to the floor.

He cleared his throat, eyes shifting up and down your frame as you began to remove your pants. “(Y-Y/n),” he tried again before he realized you were still sleeping. Was this a thing? Do girls usually remove their clothing when they slept? Surely not? His breath hitched as your hands suddenly began to fiddle with your bra, his quirk accidentally firing off and blackening a part of the armrest on the couch.

Throwing his head in the opposite direction, Todoroki felt his breath quicken. From the corner of his eyes, he saw you toss your bra and undies off, before sitting back into the couch. Blindly grabbing for the blanket, Todoroki did his best to pull it over your naked body without looking. When you were fully covered, he relaxed a little, turning his face back to the movie to try and distract himself.

It almost would have worked… if not for you suddenly cuddling into his side. With everything free, he could now feel every curve of your body push into him, and his face practically bloomed. He didn’t know where to put his hands, swallowing hard and opting to put one on the armrest and the other over the back of the couch.

He didn’t move an inch for the duration of the movie, and he didn’t even move to eject the cd once it had finished. He couldn’t bear the thought of waking you up and facing what would happen when you discovered your clothes were gone. For over an hour he remained motionless, listening to the loop of the title screen and staring at the wall, shoulders tense.

When he finally began to feel you stir, he panicked, and closed his eyes to pretend he had also fallen asleep. He wasn’t sure why he thought this was the best way to go about it, but he honestly couldn’t think of a better option at the moment. Eyes screwed shut, he listened intently as you shifted, sitting up.

He heard your little gasp, the blanket lifting slightly as you no doubt looked at your exposed body in horror. He felt your eyes land on him, and his breathing seemed to stop all together. After a moment of making sure he was actually sleeping, he felt you lift off from the couch, and heard the shuffle of clothes as you quickly redressed.

Once you were finished, he felt your hand gently shake his shoulder. Like the sly dog he was, Todoroki pretended to slowly wake, blinking at you. “Is the movie over?” he feigned innocence, even though his mind was playing dirty thoughts of how your body felt pressed against his.

“Yes, love,” you said with a soft smile, but the embarrassed flush of your cheeks still remained. “It’s late. We should probably call it a night.” Todoroki nodded, standing up and stretching. He bent down to give you a kiss, moving to the door. Turning the knob, he couldn’t help but throw a little tease your way.

“The panda panties were cute, by the way,” he smirked, closing the door behind him.

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regrettablewritings · 4 years

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Preferences: Guilty Pleasures

Characters: Okoye, Lucifer Morningstar, Dewey Finn, Peter B. Parker, Ahkmenrah

Okoye

Okoye is straightforward and stony upon first impressions. And, admittedly, even afterward. The only real difference is that, if one gets to know her better, they might find shock in the fact that in spite of her appearance, she Dora leader actually likes sweets. However, it’s not sweet things in general that Okoye feels guilty for enjoying: It’s Starbucks.

Starbucks is the antithesis of everything Okoye is associated with: Supremely un-Wakandan, a chain establishment, and overall just not worth the absurd cost. Not to mention superbly unhealthy when compared to the rest of a fighter’s typical diet. But yet you can bet that every time she needs to go out of the country or off-continent, there’s an invasive shout for joy at the possibility that she might be able to get her hands on a Frappucino (followed by an internal scolding).

She can’t even explain exactly why she likes it; there are plenty of good, even healthier sweet things back in Wakanda -- heck, back anywhere else!

But it’s a bit like when someone craves the cheap taste of school pizza over a legit pie cooked in a stone hearth: She just loves the sugary sweetness, the application of whipped cream to an already tooth-rottingly saccharine icy drink, the addition of chocolate. But Bast, she also hates it. But ever since T’Challa practically shoved a grande cup of caramel frappucino into her hands, she hasn’t felt entirely the same.

Against her better judgement, she’s more or less unintentionally tried 45% of the menu drink-wise. She doesn’t particularly care much for the food part of the establishment, though if she should ever find herself in one during the fall, she might indulge in a chunky slice of pumpkin bread under the conviction that it’s healthy enough for being gourd-related. Never mind that it’s just a cinnamon mixture with more sugar than actual pumpkin-derived anything.

Really, of all those mentioned on this list, Okoye is the one who probably feels the most disappointed in herself whenever she indulges in her guilty pleasure: It’s a betrayal to her patriotism, to her dignity, and to her attempts to eat healthy. But damn, if this type of betrayal doesn’t taste so addicting . . .

Lucifer Morningstar

The thing about Lucifer is that it’s actually a bit hard for him to feel any regrets over liking anything; he’s the Devil, after all, so his whole thing is about embracing the things that make you feel good. And even besides that, he’s mostly managed to skate by in his time on Earth by categorizing things as Stuff He Likes, Stuff He Tolerates, Stuff He Doesn’t Bother With, and Stuff Humans Seem to Enjoy But He Doesn’t Quite Get. It’s a tad restricted of a system but you can’t argue with results.

However, just because something is difficult doesn’t mean that it’s impossible. The Devil can, in fact, recognize absurdity in liking certain things. Hence why, to a point, he’s fallen prey to his own bizarre pleasures: The Devil has guilty pleasures, and it’s in stupid YouTube videos, Vine, and TikTok.

After he finally drank the Kool-Aid and got himself a smart phone, it was only a matter of time before Lucifer fell down the rabbit hole that is YouTube prank videos and strange uploads about nonsense and animal humor. It was also only a matter of time before he found himself stumbling into Vine compilations. The Celestial is terrifically mystified by the creative power of humans, managing to tell entire stories and peak comedy in only a span of seven seconds. But he’s also quite loathe to have realized it’s been long defunct by the time he’s discovered it.

He’s even more loathe to find himself making references in his daily life: He has actually quietly blurted out, “I sure hope it does” in response to seeing a Road Work Ahead sign, causing Chloe some confusion (and Lucifer lots of embarrassment). He has referred to a culprit as “Jared, Age 19″. Since discovering Vine, there has been at least one night wherein he and a bed mate were sitting there with barbecue sauce on his tiddies, but that was by sheer coincidence.

But eventually the Vine compilation well dried up, and the inevitable transfer over to TikTok happened. And Luci honestly doesn’t know what to make of TikTok. He would describe it as Vine’s Molly-addicted cousin based on its obsession with dancing, but the dances are so stationary that even that doesn’t seem quite right. The videos on the platform are also much more . . . bizarre. And some of them admittedly trigger a fight-or-flight response in him, to which he always chooses the third option of freezing if only so he can keep watching the train wreck unfold before his eyes.

The trouble with TikTok, he’ll admit to himself, is that it’s not as easy to find iconic content the same way he could with Vine. However, this isn’t to say that he hasn’t found anything worth watching over and over and over again . . .

(Let’s just say the “Wolf Pack Compilation” lives in his head rent-free, and he’s both too amused by it and too overwhelmed by its vibe to try and evict it.)

Dewey Finn

Dewey is . . . a special case. Given that he associates messy living and indulging in one’s pleasure a part of the rocker lifestyle, he’s generally quick to embrace whatever makes him happy. He’s very upfront about his interests and is arguably almost incapable of feeling shame. But it’s in there: Deep down. No, not in himself -- in his Spotify. Specifically, a Spotify account made on an email he never uses because it was made specifically to create this separate, uber secret playlist.

One marked “Actual Musical Bops.”

Dewey hates musicals: They’re cheesy, uninspired, gaudy, ridiculous, totally aimed at chicks with weird fantasies that he could never aspire to, and the music is just overall unimpressive. And yet, somehow, against his music elitist nature, a handful have managed to slip through the cracks. At the very least, a handful of numbers have clawed their way past his defenses and into his ear, where they now live rent-free.

In spite of his best efforts, the problems are that he’s a New Yorker, so it’s inevitable that he hears a song or two; and also that, as an instructor (to wealthy New York tweens whose families can afford frequent tripes to the Great White Way, no less), he’s definitely going to wind up hearing about some shows and their stand-out numbers: Against his will, he knows the lyrics to “My Shot”; he has cried in the secrecy of his apartment to “When I Grow Up”; in the never-necessary reason he needs to remember how many minutes there are in a year, he sings it inside his head; hell, he’s even found himself trying to figure out the electric guitar riff from “The Phantom of the Opera” during his down time.

What’s all the more embarrassing is that, given how he presents himself as a music elitist, there’s just no way he can come back from this if anyone were to know. He has to catch himself when he finds himself humming “Johanna” in the teacher’s lounge. He scowls at himself when he can’t sleep and gives in and starts playing “No One is Alone.” He wants to kick his thick ass every time he realizes he’s excited to have stumbled across a “slime tutorial” on YouTube, this one with better quality than the last. The reason he actually put a password on his phone wasn’t out of privacy like a sensible person would, but out of a need to make sure that no one ever found out that he had downloaded the entire Beetlejuice soundtrack, including jankily-recorded songs that never made it to the official cast recording for whatever reason!

And should anyone ever find out about any of this, Dewey has a plan: “Oh, I’m doing research. I’m studying these songs so I can give the kids a lesson on what not to do as actually competent musicians.”

But the lesson would never actually come. Mainly because he keeps prolonging his “research” . . .

He’s also developed a bit of a soft spot for My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic due to some students gushing about it, but he would rather sooner die than ever be associated with the term “brony.”

Peter B. Parker

Peter is at a point where he’s too tired to really care about the idea of guilty pleasures. The way he sees it, there are bigger priorities at stake than worrying about someone finding out about your love of some hokey activity or food or form of entertainment.

Besides, he’s a New Yorker: There’s way weirder stuff for people to just not pay any real attention to. Hence why he thinks nothing of his bizarre eating habits. And no, this isn’t referring to his disastrous appetite: This is about his tendency to eat food with his hands. Foods that, well, he really should probably utilize eating utensils for.

To be fair, this habit has always existed in him in some form or another, especially since, as Spider-Man, he often needs to eat food on the go. But during the time he spent living the life of a depressed bachelor, it came out in full force. On the rare occasion he wasn’t eating a food that deserved to be eaten by hand, he often found himself loathing the idea of doing the dishes afterward. There would be days he’d feel only slightly less depressed; enough to make a box of Kraft Mac n Cheese in the pot, but not enough to avoid cutting out the middle man.

He’s thankful the craptastic apartment wasn’t also see-through because if it were, he’s positive his neighbors would’ve thought they were bearing witness to a man’s breakdown as he wept into a pot of macaroni and cheese, his hand full of the stuff, while wearing a Spider-Man costume. (And, to be fair, they actually would be.)

In addition to this, there were also those nights where he would be prepared to actually tuck in to a plate of spaghetti, only for some crime going on elsewhere in the city to drag him away. By the time he’d return, the plate would’ve been cold and his energy too depleted to want to even dream about cleaning more than he already had to.

The great news is that he’s thankfully done a 180, now able and willing (if begrudgingly) to clean up after himself. But bad news is that this feral man will still eat a fully-loaded baked potato like an apple. In a park. In front of women and children. He’s just too tired to care anymore. He’s aware of the guilt in this as a concept, but he’s also aware that he needs to take whatever happiness he can get out of whatever he does. And if that means eating everything by hand, then so be it!

Ahkmenrah

Funnily enough, Ahkmenrah doesn’t seem to experience much of any shame for enjoying the things most might feel the need to hide: He’s constantly curious and has missed out on a lot over the centuries, so why should he feel bad for wanting to indulge in them? Celebrity gossip is just a more fun version of the palace gossip he’d grown up hearing as a boy; reality TV is like watching a play, but with much more fights, less deaths, and more faulty romances; and sloppy meatball subs are like a feast for a man of his time!

Besides, he’s a king: Kings shouldn’t have to feel embarrassment over what the common folk might think.

And yet . . . It took some time, but eventually Ahkmenrah did experience it: Guilt in his pleasures.

He couldn’t even recall where it had all started. Maybe he was searching for more content to swallow after the most recent season of his new favorite show had ended? Whatever the case, he wound up biting off more than he could chew when he stumbled upon . . . fanfiction.

The adorable yet sad thing is that he didn’t even think anything of it at first. It wasn’t until he brought up a ship he’d invested his last few nights awake exploring on the computer: Nobody knew what the crap he was talking about, so of course he felt the need to explain it. But the more he talked, the more perplexed his friends looked. And the more he could feel his cheeks and ears burn.

Oh, he thought. Is this . . . embarrassment? Is that what this feels like? Oh, this is just foul.

Thankfully, nobody pressured him to keep talking about it, but the poor king sure as heck didn’t feel much of a desire to talk any further about it. But he needed to talk to somebody about his newly acquired “feels” as those online were calling them.

Joining fanfiction-oriented sites was the next obvious step, of course, but he’s experienced mixed feelings about it: On one hand, it’s nice to talk with people who share similar views and excitement about a fictional couple. But on the other, the digital wars that have broken out both disturb him and bring out the worst in him.

Like, of course there are bigger things to deal with than whether or not So-So is better off with Him-Ham, but if you truly think that Blah-Blah and Himhaw are a healthy relationship, then you can go do a service and bury yourself in the desert sands to provide substance to the hungry beetles with your flesh --

Suffice to say, a lot of the guilt in this pleasure seems to come from the fact that Ahk can get a little too emotionally invested if the work is really good. He tries to limit his interactions to commenting and praising certain works, and encouraging content creators. However, he’s also contemplated contributing his own pieces of fiction to the fandom . . .

#okoye #lucifer morningstar imagines #dewey finn #peter b parker imagines #ahkmenrah #okoye imagines #lucifer imagines #dewey finn imagines #ahkmenrah imagines #regrettablewritings #spiderman into the spiderverse imagines #spiderman itsv imagines #spiderman imagines #i tried posting this on my phone and it literally fucking deleted EVERYTHING #anyway @staff: the fuck is up? fix that shit because now i literally cannot post SHIT on my phone from my laptop #preference #preferences

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fatesdeepdive · 3 years

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Entry 8: Rinkah’s Burning Loins

My Castle

After fully dedicating ourselves to Hoshido, the game finally really begins. We’re given access to a customizable castle in the Astral Plane where our army waits between battles. We can talk to our units, giving them minor stat boosts or new weapons. Right off the bat, we have a farm and spring to give us resources, rooms for Corrin and Lilith, and a Hall of Records.

In Lilith’s spring, we can feed her to make her level up. Different foods affect her stats in different ways. Note that, although Lilith now has stats, she isn’t usable in battle. Other players can invade our Castle through spotpass, which I’ll discuss in a later entry, and Lilith is only usable in those battles.

Lilith

Lilith is a weird squirrel dragon thing that floats around clutching a random ball. She used to be our stable girl and is now our pet. I think she has a crush on Corrin. Her design is unique and cute, I like it. Gameplay wise, she can only use a modified Physic staff. I don’t dislike her personality, but she feels like a throwaway character added at the last minute. She raises a ton of questions that I doubt will ever be answered.

In the Hall of Records, we can see descriptions of all the units we’ll ever recruit, rewatch cutscenes, read unreadable poems, and play around with a relationship tester. The relationship tester is randomized, by the way, which kinda makes it pointless. That said, it told me that Corrin expects betrayal from Rinkah, while Rinkah’s loins are set afire by Corrin. This is now canon, I have decided.

In Corrin’s room, we can change their hairstyle and invite an ally over to chill. I chose Kaze. He complimented Corrin’s piano skills, which she apparently has, then stared at us, blushing, while thanking us for saving him from Garon.

So, let’s talk about the elephant in the room. In the Japanese version you get to rub units while in close up mode. Like Pokemon Amie except...with people. This was removed in the English version. A lot of Fire Emblem fans were pissed, crying about censorship because Nintendo of America had the gall to remove the minigame where you rub Camila’s tiddies while she moans. And I’m going to say a hot take right now: they made the right call. That stuff was weird and indulgent. It was the living embodiment of the fanservice focussed design that plagues modern Fire Emblem games. Good riddance.

Inviting allies to Corrin’s cool sex treehouse boosts our support levels. I suppose it's time I mentioned that. In Fire Emblem games, units form bonds from fighting next to each other, unlocking short conversations that flesh them out as characters. Units also fight together better when they have high supports. Now, here’s the fun thing about supports:

There are more than 600 supports in this game. Not support conversations, support lines, each of which is made up of three or four conversations. And, because God has cursed me for my hubris and my work is never finished, I’m going to read all of them.

Admittedly, I’m not going to unlock all of them. S-Rank conversations result in marriages and each unit only gets one. It’d take a few dozen playthroughs to get all of Corrin’s S-Rank conversations and I don’t hate myself that much, so I’m reading the transcripts from the wiki. I think I’m going to do four supports per Entry; that’ll leave me with a few extra by the time we reach the end, but I’ll just do a support grab bag entry or something.

Before we do supports, let’s finish up improving the castle. I built a weapon shop and a statue of Corrin that boosts her max speed. We are limited on the number of buildings we can build, but that isn’t a big deal yet because the only other option was to build a stave shop.

Support: Corrin/Rinkah

C: Corrin attempts to discuss battle tactics with Rinkah, but Rinkah blows her off and tells her to stop trying to be friends. Rinkah does acknowledge that Corrin’s authority and that Corrin saved her life, but tells the princess leave her alone.

B: Corrin pesters Rinkah until she explains why she’s so aloof. Rinkah explains that, the Flame Tribe keeps a great flame burning in the center of the village to honor the God of Fire. In the past, outsiders have extinguished the fire. One such instance was followed by a volcanic eruption that decimated the tribe. As a rule, the people of the Flame Tribe are wary of outsiders. Rinkah also explains that she’s working for Hoshido because her father commanded her to, much to her chagrin.

A: Rinkah explains that she would have preferred to die an honorable warrior’s death than be captured and resents Corrin for sparing her. Corrin says that she’s glad Rinkah is still alive, because it means Rinkah and her can be friends. Corrin also says that, despite the chaos of war, she believes in fate and its ability to bring people together. Corrin encourages Rinkah to use this opportunity to learn more about the outside world and bring that knowledge home with her. Rinkah begrudgingly agrees.

This is how the conversation will end on my playthrough, but if Corrin has a penis, you can get an S-Rank proposal conversation. I’ll be listing all of these off along with the normal conversations.

S: Rinkah comes to Corrin, blushing, and tells him that he has been a constant reminder of her shame and regret over being captured. But, over time, these feelings were replaced with love. Love that she hated, because Corrin is an outsider. Corrin says that he’s loved Rinkah since the day they met and only told her to be friendly to other people as an excuse to spend time with her. Rinkah states that, from now on, she will remember her capture as the happiest day of her life and the two get married.

Review: I really like this support line. It expands Rinkah’s backstory and culture, ties it into Corrin’s own isolation and belief in fate, and deals with the tumultuous meeting they had in Chapter 2. The confession comes out of nowhere, admittedly, but I do like Rinkah grappling with her mixed feelings of hate and love. Solid support.

Support: Corrin/Jakob

C: Corrin comes to Jakob to ask for a favor. Jakob interrupts her by humorously listing off the things he would do for Corrin. Things like slay dragons for her, which is actually kinda offensive now that I think about it. Corrin begs Jakob to allow her to be independent and Jakob refuses. Corrin explains that she’s his boss and he tells her that servitude is his reason for living. Jakob explains that, when he started working for Corrin, he was incompetent, and her kindness towards him made him indebted to her. The two compromise on the agreement that Jakob will teach Corrin how to make tea. After Corrin leaves, Jakob mumbles to himself that things might get apocalyptic.

B: Corrin repeatedly tries and fails to make a decent cup of tea. Both of them get some funny lines in, with Corrin telling Jakob that she can’t hear him because she’s ignoring him and Jakob saying that, saying that they’ll run out of leaves before Corrin makes decent tea. They meaning the nation in this case. Corrin eventually makes a passable cup, after Jakob secretly adds in sugar.

A: Jakob admits to Corrin that he messed with her tea and she laughs it off, admitting that she knew all along. She apologizes for being stubborn and accepts that she still needs Jakob’s help sometimes. Jakob says that he falls apart without Corrin. Corrin says that the two of them are alike in that way and Jakob literally faints from joy.

S: Jakob is acting more distant than normal. When Corrin asks him about this, he admits that he’s fallen for her and resigns from his duties as butler, because it is improper for him to have feelings for his mistress. Corrin begs him to say because she needs him and admits that she loves him too. The two of them get embarrassed and Corrin fires Jakob, giving him the new job of husband.

Review: This was a hilarious support that really made me appreciate Jakob’s snarky yet loyal personality. He is the perfect butler. The conflict of Corrin wanting to be independent and Jakob wanting to take care of her is a good dynamic that made me appreciate the relationship between these two characters. I do like them more as a platonic couple than a romantic one, but Jakob quitting his job because falling in love with Corrin is improper is a nice character moment.

Support: Corrin/Kaze

C: A villager gives Kaze a bunch of radishes because he’s super hot. And I mean, he is. Kaze apparently doesn’t realize that he’s hot until Corrin explains it to him. Kaze mentions that he dislikes the attention because he isn’t a good person before running off.

B: Corrin asks Kaze to follow her around so she can figure out what’s bothering him. Kaze says no, so Corrin annoys him until he agrees to hang out with him. Then he runs away again.

A: Kaze admits to Corrin that it was his fault that Garon kidnapped her, because when he was a child, he noticed the Nohrian soldiers that killed Sumeragi were in the city but said nothing about it. I don’t know how that makes Corrin’s kidnapping his fault, you’d expect there to be soldiers guarding a king. And the fact that Kaze was there means that there were also Hoshido soldiers, which means there was no reason to be suspicious of the Nohrians. Also, Kaze was a teenager at the oldest, so he should probably get some leeway. Whatever. Kaze apologizes to Corrin and Corrin, in turn, apologizes for making him live with guilt for fifteen years. Corrin also points out that Kaze led her home, meaning that they’re even now. Kaze compares Corrin to Mikoto because of her kindness and pledges to serve Corrin as her loyal retainer.

S: Corrin and Kaze joke around about Corrin’s kidnapping. It’s cute. Corrin mentions that, now that she’s spent so much time offscreen with Kaze, she likes him even more. Kaze blurts out that he loves Corrin, despite being her bodyguard, and the two propose.

Review: I found this chain a bit lacking, to be honest. The first two conversations were filler and the origin for Kaze’s guilt complex is kinda dumb. Kaze’s relationship with Corrin defines him as a character. He is so guilt ridden over her kidnapping that he would betray his country and his family to protect her. Later parts of the game hinge on this relationship. But, three of their four conversations are dull. I do like Kaze’s guilt complex as a concept, and think becoming Corrin’s retainer alongside Jakob and/or Felicia and a way to repent, but it isn’t enough to save this support line.

Support: Kaze/Rinkah

C: Kaze gets a bunch of candy for being hot and shares it with Rinkah, who secretly loves candy.

B: Kaze continues to give Rinkah candy.

A: Kaze continues to give Rinkah candy.

S: Kaze reveals that he’s been giving Rinkah candy because he’s in love with her.

Review: This one was a big let down. The fact that Kaze and Rinkah are introduced together made me think it would be about their capture, but no. It’s just Kaze giving Rinkah candy for four conversations straight. And it’s cute fluff, but it’s nothing more than that. There is something interesting below the surface with Rinkah hiding her love of candy to protect her image, but it’s never really explored.

So, off to a mixed start with the support conversations.

Birthright Chapter 7: A Vow Upheld

Team Corrin heads to a Hoshidan fort where Sakura is tending to wounded soldiers. We are introduced to Sakura’s retainers, Subaki and Hana. Suddenly, the fort is attacked by Nohrian forces. Corrin and Azura point out the ridiculousness of them attacking immediately after they arrived. Sakura freaks out because the fort is being used as a hospital and has no military value. So apparently Nohr is now being evil just to be evil.

Subaki and Hana agree to help Corrin defend the fort and argue over who’s more important to Sakura, much to her annoyance. Subaki and Hana give me a good opportunity to discuss a few interesting things about classes in this game. First off, unlike in most Fire Emblem games, classes are NOT gender-specific, as demonstrated by Subaki being the first male Pegasus Knight in the series. Secondly, the classic Fire Emblem classes were divided between the two nations. Nohr got Mercenaries, Hoshido got Myrmidons. Nohr got Wyvern Riders, Hoshido got Pegasus Knights. Etc. I really like this, it gives the two countries different feels in combat both aesthetically and mechanically. Finally, a lot of Hoshidan classes were renamed to be more Eastern, shown by Hana being a Samurai instead of a Myrmidon, or by Sakura being a Shrine Maiden instead of a Cleric.

Subaki

Subaki is a Sky Knight, this game’s equivalent of a Pegasus Knight. He can fly over terrain and has good speed and resistance, but is decimated by arrows. His personal skill buffs his hit and avoid when he has full health. Design wise, I like how ridiculously smug he looks. Personality wise, he seems over-competitive yet fiercely loyal to Sakura.

Hana

Hana is a Samurai with high speed and skill. Her personal skill damaged nearby enemies when she scores a kill. Her design is fine, if a little bland. Personality wise, she seems over-competitive yet fiercely loyal to Sakura.

Starting with this chapter, we have a prep menu, where we can choose which units to use and rearrange them on the map. We can bring our whole team in with us, so it’s a little pointless, but it's nice. Worth noting that you can have units start in pair up via this menu, unlike in Awakening where you had to pair them up after the battle started.

At the start of the battle, the chapter’s boss, a Cavalier named Silas, shouts out to Corrin that he’s her childhood best friend. She does not remember him even slightly. Okie dokie.

This map is decent. It’s a bit short, but it features a lot of good bottlenecks. The Dragon Veins can be used to open heal tiles, which is a bit pointless because you have two healers. When Silas and Corrin fight, he reiterates that they used to be friends. Corrin says that she can’t remember her past. And that confuses me, because I was under the impression that she got amnesia when she was taken to Nohr, which would have been before she met Silas. Unless he’s lying.

After the battle, Corrin refuses to kill Silas. She interrogates him about why he was so hesitant to attack them and he explains that, when they were children, he helped Corrin sneak out of the walls to have a picnic. The guards tried to execute Silas for this, but Corrin stopped them, because apparently guards listen to small children. Because of this, Silas feels he owes a debt to Corrin.

Question. Why was this random child allowed to play with the super secret hostage princess? Whatever.

Corrin eventually recovers a vague memory of Silas and asks him to join the gang. She explains that Garon is crazy and evil and that’s enough to make him swap sides. Silas is now officially the most sane character in the game. I mean, he should have probably realized this stuff before being sent to destroy a hospital for shits and giggles, but still.

Also, Silas mentions that Corrin’s favorite food is surf and turf. Perhaps this symbolizes how Corrin is stuck between both kingdoms? Or maybe it’s a random throwaway line. You be the judge!

At the end of the chapter, Saizo and a new character named Orochi show up, wounded, and report that Takumi and Ryoma have gone missing. Uh oh.

Team Corrin decide to help search for the missing princes. Sakura decides to come along, despite Corrin and Kaze’s objections. Silas also decides to come along and Saizo points out that he totally could be a spy or traitor. He’s a dick, but he is infinitely smarter than Kaze.

#fire emblem fates #fire emblem birthright #fe14 #fire emblem #hoshido #nohr #corrin fe #kaze fe #corrin x kaze #corrin x rinkah #rinkah fe #rinkah x kaze #silas fe #jakob fe #corrin x jakob #hana fe #subaki fe

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serararku · 3 years

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Memories and Reveries Pt 1: Kazukane Crimson

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Red maple trees shivered in the morning light while a thick fog rolled across the forest floor to chase the night away. Beneath the brightening sky knelt a lone Raen girl at the start of her twelfth summer, kneading dirty clothes against a washboard at the bank of the Kazukane River. The blisters on her hands had yet to heal from churning butter the night prior, but if she wanted to spend some time by herself, she needed to tackle these chores now lest she work well into the evening. She wisely decided to bring her straw hat to protect her grey skin from cooking when the sun burned away the fog, a satchel to gather apples along the path to keep her hunger at bay, and a pointed stick in case some wild animals started getting ideas. Yet as she washed her father’s trousers to watch the dirt slither down the river, she began getting ideas of her own.

Mizuna Daisho was on borrowed time. She only had two more years to attract a suitor, and competition was tough; just about every girl in Kokoro Village was fairer, more physically developed, and far more submissive. Mizuna’s hands and feet were covered in calluses, her body was still as flat as a flounder, and she loved spending her free time secluding herself from the other children. If she didn’t get any marriage prospects by the time she turned fourteen she would likely face a lifetime of being a crone; her parents planned to sell her to a family in another village, but word of Mizuna’s attitude had already traveled halfway across the Raen settlements. Hopefully she could physically mature into a more desirable body before she became a burden on her family.

Snap!

Mizuna shot up to her feet and spun around from the sound. "Hello?!" She called out, dropping her laundry to grab her pointed stick to defend herself; any creature large or bold enough to hunt an Au Ra for breakfast wouldn’t give away its position before the strike. Was it a monster instead? An angry spirit? She clenched her jaw and stiffened when a boy came stumbling over tree roots and out of the morning mist. Not just any boy either- one of the cruelest oafs she's ever had to deal with.

"Uh… hi… Mizuna-kun." Takaatsu Kusakari mumbled, waving awkwardly. "I was hoping you were here…"

He was too big to stab with her stick, plus he was strong enough to rip it out of her hands and snap it in half over his knee if he wanted to. Instead she dropped her weapon and reached for her satchel full of apples. "Go away!" She demanded with a trembling voice. "Just leave me alone!"

"Wait!" He raised his hands to shield himself from the shiny red apple spiraling toward his face; Mizuna had one hell of a throwing arm despite her size. "I wanted to apologize…" She was already stretching her arm back with the second attempt to nail him between the eyes when she paused. "For laughing at you… for all those stupid pranks… for… for calling you Tiny Tiddy Mizzy…"

This time she lifted her foot when she put her whole body into this throw. A red flash of fruit exploded on his arms, sending bits of apple all over the forest floor; he would have definitely been hurting if it weren't for the hardened scales lining his forearm absorbing most of it.

It was hard to pick out another apple while she was blinking away these blinding tears. She had fallen victim to their merciless name-calling and cruel pranks all year, and she would rather die than fall for any more of their tricks again. But to hear Takaatsu laughing along with them- someone she was close friends with ever since they were toddlers, that one hurt the most.

When she finally found the biggest, fattest, and hardest apple to chuck at him, she looked up to see Takaatsu bowing with his fat head facing the ground and his arms at his sides. "Please forgive me!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking twice. Muzuna was surprised yet cautious; shattering this juicy fruit against the top of his head at this angle and distance would be almost too easy. But why would he make himself vulnerable like this? What was his goal here?

"Who put you up to this?" She demanded, straining her eyes in hopes of finding his friends hiding behind the trees, barely containing their laughter. Yet no one was there…

"I wanted to be cool… for everyone to like me. When Matsumi singled you out, everyone just tried to impress her. I'm so sorry for all those dumb things I did… I trampled on our friendship because I was afraid they wouldn't accept me if I didn't…" Takaatsu barely moved a muscle, his eyes trailing up just high enough to see her feet; his scalp wasn't stinging from her throw, so that was a start. "I just wanted to fit in…"

Mizuna sucked in air as the first tear rolled down her cheek. "I wanted to fit in too…" She admitted, swallowing dryly. She wanted so desperately to hate him for humiliating her again and again. But she was just tired of being so angry and miserable all the time; and most of all, now more than ever, she wanted to be left alone.

"I wrote you something…" Takaatsu was slow to rise to his full height. He struggled to retrieve a crumpled parchment from his pocket and fumbled with it more when he pulled it open. He had to clear his throat more than once, with beads of sweat glistening on his forehead; his face was flushed and he was shaking- it looked like he was about to vomit.

“Well?” Mizuna huffed, her arm starting to ache from holding the apple aloft for so long. “Out with it!”

“M-Mizuna-kun… the Diasho Diamond… the Maiden of the Mists…” He blinked a few times and inhaled sharply before continuing. “With hair like bending reeds in the gentle breeze, and eyes like jadefire. You are a sleeping dragon, generous with fury and flame to those who disturb your rest. Your voice is honey… a song befitting the dancing waves of the sea. I risk your wrath, your ire, your warmth. I know the danger but I still speak your name to the wind. I still call out to the spirit in the fog.” Slowly he looked up to finally meet her gaze, no longer reading from the parchment in his trembling hands. “You’ve placed a curse upon me. I’ve seen your treasure at the back of your lair. I’ve heard your siren song along the stillwater. I am a moth and you are my candle… and I am forever drawn to your light. Mizuna-kun…! I…”

She had flushed a deep green in the face at this point, her arms heavy at her sides. The apple she was going to chuck at him had long dropped to her feet. Furthermore she was utterly speechless; no one had dared talk to her like that. A ferocious dragon? What did he mean when he called her that? And a ghost? None of it made any sense… and she didn’t know how to feel. But she knew she didn’t hate him. Not nearly as much as she used to.

He suddenly stiffened and took a few steps back. “Oh man…!” He mumbled, pointing at her. No… not at her… behind her. “What…?!” Mizuna was reluctant to turn around, partially fearing this was a setup for one of his cruelest pranks to date. But when she did turn to look at what he was pointing at, her blood ran cold and all the strength she had fled into the crisp morning air.

The Kazukane River was turning red. Deep and dark and crimson.

Soon shattered pieces of wood and broken wagon wheels began drifting downstream. Then came the livestock torn to pieces, their dull lifeless eyes and mangled faces occasionally poking out of the water before sinking and turning sideways when their legs scraped along the riverbed. The bloody water stained the few pieces of laundry Mizuna had soaking in the river, but she didn’t even notice. Especially once the Auri bodies came drifting down to greet her.

Men, women, and children; the river carried them all. The dead would be ferried to the mouth of the river and swallowed by the sea, their faces contorted with the permanent scars of their final moments- filled with terror. Mizuna felt nothing when she stared at the remains of people she once knew, staring blankly into their eyes as they shifted, bobbed, and floated by. The entire population of Shinegao Village seemed to drift along the stained waters, from infants to elderly.

"Mizuna!" Takaatsu's voice coaxed her out of her dazed stupor. "We have to go!"

She looked away from their faces once the dread began to settle in; she took a few meager steps back, but was still processing what she was looking at. What kind of horrible monster could slaughter an entire vil-

"MIZUNAAA!" Black scales burst forth from the river! Through the red mist and vapor came a hooked claw that raked across her stomach to violently tear holes through her dress! Mizuna stumbled back in shock and fell hard onto her back, knocking the wind from her lungs! She had just enough time to gaze upon the face of this monster as it slowly stepped out onto the bank!

The oni towered over the two children, with vibrant crimson skin painted with inky black markings. Across its collar were the severed heads of villagers strung together by their cracked and broken horns. But it’s eyes…! Fiery pits from the hottest hells, yet empty like the hungering void! Long black horns sprouted from the sides of its head, with tattered lips peeled back in a sadistic grin to reveal a mouthful of jagged teeth stained with the blood of its prey! Mizuna stared at its form and became paralyzed with terror!

Only Takaatsu grabbing Mizuna by the arm and yanking her onto her feet broke this insidious spell. The creature made a deep growling sound that vaguely mimicked laughter as it watched them flee into the forest, and Mizuna glanced over her shoulder just in time to see its burning red eyes disappear behind the grey backdrop of the morning mist.

She could barely keep up. Her tattered dress was nearly falling off her body, and blood trickled from her stomach from the slash, but he didn’t dare let go of her wrist. It wasn’t until they made it to the other end of the woods and stumbled upon the Hermit’s House did they stop and take a breath.

“What’s going on?” Okeya-san demanded, walking out of his house with his pitchfork. “What are you two kids doing out here so early?”

“Sir! A monster is coming!” Mizuna squeaked out between gasps. “It killed everyone in Shinegao!”

“What are you talking-” He paused as he caught figures emerging from the mist; instantly he recognized their markings. “G-get inside, children! Don’t make a sound you hear me?!” Takaatsu pulled Mizuna into the hermit’s shack, and ducked behind a large clay pot to hide. Okeya-san dropped his pitchfork and began walking toward the strangers, who stopped running and stood up to their full height to approach him. “W-wait…! Dotharl!” He called out, struggling to keep his composure. “N-no food! No glory! U-unarmed, see?! No sport!” He collapsed to his knees when the oni emerged, towering over Okeya-san as well; this creature was gigantic, and poorly disguised as an auri like them.

“Where children?” It demanded in a voice and accent as thick as mud. “Two. Tiny?”

“N-no children came this way…!” He clasped his hands together and bowed to show his surrender. “No children! J-just me!”

The oni glanced back at the others and sneered, bearing its teeth again. Okeya-san tried to reason with it again, but the creature suddenly grabbed him by the horns. Mizuna squeaked at the wet snap before Takaatsu could cover her mouth to stifle her panicking. The oni then planted a clawed foot on his shoulder and pulled off his head with three crunchy yanks. Another monster began to approach the shack with a cruel grin spread across its face, with burning yellow eyes and trophies from its conquest dangling from its form. But instead of just rushing in and slaughtering the two Raen children, it plucked the torch from the patio and swung the door open.

"Buuuurning!" It laughed, tossing the torches onto a bale of wheat before slamming the door closed; last night's rain and the morning mist left the outside of the shack too damp to burn, but everything inside was bone dry. Mizuna watched the growing flames devour the wheat in seconds before it began to creep along the floorboards and walls. If they tried rushing out of the only door, the murderers would simply catch and kill them; she didn’t have any answers and worse, the shack was quickly running out of air.

“Over here!” Takaatsu huffed, working his fingers between the floorboards in the corner to begin pulling them up. Mizuna reached down with one hand to help him, but kept her other hand over her mouth to avoid breathing in the darkening smoke. Just as the roaring flames began to surround them, the shoddy woodwork gave way; the Hermit’s House was elevated over the ground, but not by much- last night's storm had turned the dirt below into a sticky paste. Still, it beat burning to death. Mizuna and Takaatsu crawled along their bellies like salamanders to escape the flames but they weren’t out of the woods yet.

As soon as Takaatsu wiggled free from the underside of the shack and could stand up straight, he pulled Mizuna out by the arms and they began to make a run for it. It was hard to sprint in her dress even when it was clean and tidy, but now she nearly tripped on the torn threads that clung to her legs from the mud. But if they could just make it back to their hidden village then they could wait out these killers and-

THOP!

Mizuna’s legs buckled and she fell down the steep hill, rolling over and over until she slid the last few yalms at the bottom. Dazed, dizzy, and confused, she pulled her face out of the mud and gasped for breath, before desperately attempting to rise to her feet. “AUGH!” Jolting pain up her left leg stopped her from putting any pressure on her foot, and when she smeared mud away from her eyes, a cold dread gripped her by the back of the neck.

An arrow had pierced her lower calf to spill her blood into the muck; she didn’t know where the impact of the shot or the tumble down the hill broke her leg, but she was quickly running out of time. Takaatsu was nowhere to be found; he likely raced down the hill and jumped over the ditch in a single bound. Mizuna was now alone, bleeding and broken. It was only a matter of seconds before those monsters found her. “TAKA!” She cried out, grabbing handfuls of dirt and mud to pull herself along. “TAKE PLEASE! DON’T LEAVE ME!”

He reappeared out of the fog, scrambling down into the ditch to try and pull her out. “Come on! Come on!”

“M-my leg-!” She pleaded, unable to look at the twisted thing any longer. “Takaatsu please! Please don’t leave me with those things!”

“Oh no-!” He choked, glancing up and behind her. Mizuna whipped her head around to see seven oni standing at the top of the hill, with the one responsible for shooting her leg drawing another arrow. Takaatsu reached down and pulled her up by the collar of her shirt, yanking her out of the mud and heaving her over his shoulder. Gritting through the pain Mizuna clung to him for dear life, her fearful gaze locked on the creatures who slowly began to descend in their direction.

“I’m going to die!” She closed her eyes as tears began streaming down her face. She couldn’t bear to look at anything any longer- she simply braced herself for the bite of an arrow that never came. All she could hear was Takaatsu’s heavy breathing, all she could feel was the bounce of each step. Mizuna spent a lifetime waiting for death to take her, an eternity between every heartbeat. She sagged over his shoulders like a giant doll, letting her arms dangle and swing freely while she silently prayed to the Dawn Father for this terrible nightmare to end.

“HEY! HEEEYYY!” Takaatsu began shouting, drawing her back to reality. “Help us! Someone help us!” Mizuna opened her eyes just in time to see them cross the threshold of their home. All of Kokoro Village came stumbling out of their homes to witness this commotion, with murmured whispers and gasps slipping from the residents when they saw the sorry state of the two children.

Takaatsu almost dropped her when he collapsed into the dirt, using what little strength he had left to gently place her on the ground. Her mother Kana came running out of their house to surround Mizuna in her arms, but she could barely hear her mother’s panicked voice over the gathering crowd’s shouting. She looked around for Takaatsu, but he had vanished behind the legs of adults standing over her to get a better look.

“That’s enough! Get out of the way!” Only one voice could carry that far and demand that much respect. Mizuna’s father came rushing out of his dojo, almost stumbling and losing his cane more than once; but with his free hand he pulled and shoved people out of his way until the crowd got the message and gave him and his family much needed space. “Mizuna?! What happened?! What is the meaning of this?!”

“M-monsters Oto-san! There are monsters out in the mists! They killed everyone in Shinegao! And they killed Okeya-san!” Mizuna’s heart was pounding in her throat when she delivered the news, but she felt safe again in her mother’s soothing embrace. “H-he called them Do… dodo… d-”

“Dotharl.” Lord Daisho grimaced before his steely gaze shot to the entrance of the village. “Fetch me my sword and armor!”

“The blood trail…!” A villager gasped, pointing at Mizuna’s wounded leg. “Oh no…! You led them right to us! We’re doomed!”

Fear surged through the crowd like waves rippling across the disturbed surface of still water, but her father stood up straight and cleared his throat. “Women and children are to get inside! Anyone who can stand and fight- form up on me!” The villagers were terrified, but they did as he commanded. The elderly were ushered into their homes along with the children, with the women already setting buckets of water along the main path in the event of fire. Mizuna’s mother snapped the arrow’s shaft and pushed the barb through her leg, before she began wrapping the wound tightly. Even through the pain the little girl looked around for Takaatsu, spotting him still on one knee and drenched with mud and sweat.

“You there! Kusakari!” Her father commanded, pointing a finger at the young boy while his pupils rushed to fasten his old samurai armor onto his aging body. “Are you injured?!”

“N-no, Daisho-sama…!”

“You have given my daughter nothing but misery for the past year. You and the other brats have tortured her for far too long!” Takaatsu looked like he was about to wet himself, pressing his hands and knees onto the ground and bowing before the old swordmaster. “But because of your actions today… my daughter still breathes. Leaving her to die would have bought you enough time to return here alone… but you didn’t. You have shown great courage and bravery. Rise, Kusakari! Fight by my side and you shall have my daughter’s hand!” Mizuna pursed her lips in shock as Takaatsu shot to his feet, still out of breath and trembling, but seemingly taller than he’s ever been.

Hidekore Daisho went by many names over the years, but Kokoro Village simply knew him as the Bending Reed. His skill with a katana was unparalleled in his prime, but his prime was long gone. He couldn’t stand for long without the use of his cane, and his eyesight was beginning to fade. Worse still, he was terribly out of practice; he hadn’t so much as held a real katana in a dozen summers- not since his daughter was born. The villagers were terrified of being pillaged by a horde of Dotharli screamers, yet they rallied behind his call to arms all the same. The village was hidden in the cliffside and the only way out was through the entrance, so what choice did they have?

A dozen farmhands, some as young as ten, and not a shred of combat experience between them. Four hunters and a fisherman who knew how to gut and clean animals but not people. A woodsman who’s only ever swung an axe at trees, and an aging swordmaster. All against at least seven Dotharli berserkers who live and die for the glory of combat. Hidekore had to keep his composure lest the village succumb to panic, and if that were to happen, every single one of them would share in Shinegao Village’s fate. Their one saving grace was Takaatsu and Mizuna’s warning. And despite the Dotharl likely letting them go to lead them back here, he still considered it a boon more than a curse.

Hidekore turned to his family as his chestguard was pulled over his head and tied beneath his shoulders. Leaning hard on his cane he approached his loyal wife and pressed his lips against her forehead. “Whatever happens…” He whispered so low even Mizuna could barely hear him. “We will be together. Always.” Kana closed her watery eyes when her husband gently caressed her cheek and pulled away.

“They’re here!”

He whipped around and tossed his cane aside. “Get inside. Now!”

“Oto-san!” Mizuna cried out, reaching for him. The painted monsters came charging through the main gate, and everyone began stumbling back in terror; everyone but Lord Daisho. “Oto-saaan!” The last thing she saw as her mother slammed the door shut was her father drawing his pearly white katana and dropping the sheathe, with the berserking fiends closing the distance by leaping through the air at him. “OTO-SAAAAN!”

Mizuna jerked awake, her heart pounding in her chest. For a split second she could have sworn her parents were with her in this clinic, but she was alone. Only the steady beeping of the monitor and the low hum of the ceiling fan kept her company. Even after thirty summers her first Dotharli raid was still fresh in her memories, just waiting to peek around the corner and frighten her in her darkest nightmares. No longer concerned with keeping up a professional appearance, she pinched a gloomroot blunt in between her trembling fingers and lit it up.

Her smoke break would have to come early this time.

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kinkymagnus · 4 years

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Henlo!! I love your blog so much 😍 it gives me life and makes me happy when I have a bad day. I was wondering if you had any headcanons about Malec’s first time or something where Magnus is a nervous wreck cause he has to tell Alec that he’s trans? Thank you and sorry for the bother 😭♥️

y’all it is a CRIME how long this has been in my inbox, im really sorry and ur not bothering me at ALL i just love this ask and wanted to do it JUSTICE 👏

also im!!! so flattered!!! aaaaaAAAA im glad my blog can cheer u up :)

okokok so trans magnus + malec’s first time + magnus being nervous about coming out lghkjgfh

ok i have no fucking idea why but i’m making this twi malec. i’m just. in the mood for twi malec i guess. fuck it amiright

magnus is just. he has a lot of secrets. there’s a reason he hasn’t gotten close to anyone in a long time, there’s a reason he only talks to two or three people who actually know him, there’s a reason he hasn’t been how he used to be--out and about, flashy and showing off and wearing armor made of glittering beauty and colorful silks and bold makeup, instead of comfortable cardigans and twitching hands and quiet.

speaking of which: def headcanon twi magnus wasn’t always the way he is in that episode. he was a lot like canon magnus once upon a time, charismatic (well, he’s still charismatic, but like, in that bold flashy way, you know?) and open (closed off, but with the illusion of having all his cards on the table) and bold

anyway. there’s a reason. lots of reasons. mostly all the secrets he hides.

the fact that he has magic, that he’s immortal, a dusty relic of a time long gone, of an age past, clinging on past his due date. he feels like he doesn’t belong in the modern world, like he should have died with the shadow world, like he should have been sealed out with all the other demons.

the fact that he is a prince king of hell, son and slayer of the greater demon asmodeous himself. even tho he’s sealed it all away, he has a huge amount of power, both from just. originally being the son of such a powerful demon, a fallen angel, and also from managing to kill one.

i don’t think it fits with canon twi lore but i don’t care, i’m saying twi magnus was involved in the sealing of the realm, and he managed to kill asmodeous and basically absorb his power, so a) he actually did this huge incredible feat that changed the whole world, whether on purpose or not i’m not sure yet (it has something to do with asmodeous, but i’m not seeing the whole picture yet) and b) he’s actually. more powerful than canon magnus. it’s partially why he sealed away his magic for so long, he was afraid of what that power could do.

honestly i dont have this super well thought out but i like the potential

but anyway! barely related to this! let’s get back on topic!

and. the fact that he’s trans. a decidedly more mundane secret, but still one he keeps close to his chest. he’s lived through a lot of eras with bad very transphobic times? like he’s lived through places/times with very accepting atmopshere, but he’s also lived in like, victorian england, you know? and canon magnus had a chance to be more out of his shell and open in the modern world but this magnus has completely closed himself off. he mostly talks to people other than his close friends to give them a tarot reading. he’s not like, totally cut off, i can’t imagine him like. not helping people. you know. idek. but the point is he’s more isolated. canon magnus was closed off in a lot of ways, but still surrounded by people. he had a job to do, people to protect, and parties to attend. not to mention going to pandemonium and stuff. twi magnus isn’t really doing that. man i really went on a tangent here but the point is i feel like that would contribute to how he feels about being trans. feeling isolated, having less friends to be open with and to help him you know? in my experience it’s a lot harder to feel like. valid? without that sense of community. even with a few close friends, it’s hard. if you’re “passing”, which magnus is, it feels like a secret.

the point is! i am getting so off track! magnus has got layers and layers and layers protecting him, both literal and metaphorical (he doesn’t wear the more flashy and revealing clothing canon magnus occasionally favors, preferring thick and comfortable sweaters and cardigans and stuff like that. bonus headcanon: whatever happened that ended in asmodeous dead and the walls of the world sealed, it left magnus with more scars. not to mention top surgery scars he may have, or even just hiding a binder, or using thick layers to disguise small tiddies since binders are great but you can’t bind all the time or every day for centuries and still be like, healthy. anYWAY)

and when he starts dating alec despite that little cautious voice in his head insisting he needs to not get attached, alec begins to just. effortlessly peel those layers away

he’s so blunt and honest, unlike people who have lied to and manipulated magnus in the past (CAMILLE, anyone? i feel like she’d still be a thing in the twiverse. also asmodeous, albeit in a different way) and he’s gentle and loud and bold and he’s funny and sweet and he just. fucking cares about magnus.

when he finds about magnus’s magic he’s like “oh my god that’s so cool” he just fucking accepts him so easily!!!

and even when magnus ends up tearfully confessing he may or may not be a literal king of hell (or, one of the hell dimensions) alec’s like “damn, i’m dating royalty?” and maybe makes a joke about not everyone getting to make a king scream with pleasure and magnus is just so relieved???

but that’s later

anyway

they haven’t had sex yet and magnus is just like. he feels like inevitably this relationship is gonna fall apart. he has too many secrets, too many hidden parts of himself that if he ever shed light on, alec wouldn’t see him the same way

and as much as he wants alec to fuck him, as much as he wants to be in bed with alec and cuddle with him and have sex with him and show him everything, he feels like he can’t, it would be the beginning of the end

he keeps pulling back just as alec begins to initiate, and alec never pushes but wonders if he’s doing something wrong, or if maybe magnus is asexual, or just doesn’t want to have sex for other reasons, and eventually he broaches the topic with magnus and magnus is so surprised alec noticed something is wrong (he expected alec might confront him over not “putting out” but alec doesn’t seem to care about the sex--he makes sure to emphasize while he is attracted to magnus and would lvoe to have sex with him if that’s what magnus wants, it’s by no means a requirement--but more about. magnus. and communicating with him.) that he just blurts out i’m trans.

and alec kinda blinks at him. his beautiful, wonderful, nervous and scared boyfriend. and he ends up blurting out oh thank god. because he would be more than okay with magnus not wanting to have sex--he’s super gorgeous and absolutely smoking hot, but alec doesn’t ever like, want to have sex with him unless magnus wants to. obviously. but he was honestly worried it wasn’t magnus but him, that he’d done something wrong or wasn’t attractive or something, and honestly worrying about something being wrong with him was not a feeling he was used to. then he realizes how bad that just sounded, and he’s like, aaaaaaaAAAA WAIT and ends up panickedly rambling like i mean sorry i just was kind of worried i was doing something wrong but like, i love you so much and you being trans changes nothing about that, and if you never want to have sex that’s totally okay and i love you, but if you’re worried about me still being attracted to you that’s not a problem, but-- and magnus is like y-you’re not?? but you’re gay! and i’m-- and you know that feeling of like. internalized [insert form of bigotry towards yourself, in this case transphobia]. where you think something bad about yourself. and if you think about it you’re like “no that’s transphobic i would never think that about anyone else” and your brain is just like “yeah it’s true about you tho” that’s this. magnus is like. i’m not a real man, how could you be attracted to me? and alec (not to be all Cis Savior, but look, magnus deserves a loving supportive boyfriend who comforts him and shit, okay! i am PROJECTING) is like yeah i’m gay and you’re a gorgeous, beautiful, stunning man?

and they end up talking it out and get it sorted that yes, magnus does want to have sex, but it would be okay if one of them didn’t want to, magnus being trans does not make alec unattracted to him, it’s okay, they’re okay, because malec are Kings of Communication,

ANYWAY

ACTUAL FIRST TIME

probably not the same day, that day they cuddle and talk

but like later

>:)

alec is just so gentle and reverent y’all. like. them big hands on magnus’s body, all warm and gentle and magnus is like oh fuck this is nice

they do have to kind of communicate boundaries--alec’s asks if there’s anywhere magnus doesn’t want to be touched because dysphoria (or any other reason) and vice versa, magnus trying to be like “you know if you only want to fuck my ass or have me wear a strap-on or anything like that it’s fine, i understand you’re not necessarily attracted to those parts of me” and alec’s like “we’ve established that you would enjoy me eating you out and i WANT TO EAT YOU OUT”

their first time probably is pretty simple, “vanilla”, idk why but im thinking they just exchange oral sex tbh like magnus blows him and then alec eats him out

also magnus cums pretty fast bc he hasn’t been touched like this in a long time and he’s very embarrassed about it but alec is like “damn that’s hot can i try to make you cum a few more times”

ok but imagine their first time it’s just alec holding him down and eating him out until he sobs and squirts? yes

anyway tho they have like, lots of “other” first times too like. first time alec fucks his pussy. first time alec fucks his ass. etc.

first time alec slides that Thick Dick balls deep into magnus’s cunt he’s for sure immediately on the edge of orgasming he’s so full and it feels so good--

and alec’s like holy SHIT bc he’s warm and wet and tight and he clenches every time alec praises him or dirty talks him and it feels amazing

first time alec fucks his ass is also very fun for both of them ;)

it’s just a good time all around folks communication and magnus getting pounded the way he deserves :’)

not to mention when they first start getting into kinks

alec, carefully broaching the topic of bondage: how would you feel... about handcuffs?

magnus, barely looking up: mm, padded or not? and what kind of padding? the normal kind hurt my wrists after too long and not really in a nice way, so i like padded. furry can get a little itchy sometimes but they look real nice. also, are we talking above my head to the bedpost, and if so, am i on my stomach or back? because stomach is a little uncomfortable. or like, behind my back? especially bent over, mm. good view for you ;)

then he like looks up and realized he’s said all of this very casually and alec’s looking at him with 1. shock and 2. lust

like. “i wasn’t expecting this, but i really should have, and now i want to bend you over and tie you up and fuck you hard”

and he blushes just a lil bit like o shit i just said all that and alec’s like “padded it is. behind your back or above your head... hm... both have potential, but maybe the latter? i love you on your back under me, i can see so much of your beautiful body and all of your gorgeous face :)”

and like TOYS

aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA ANYWAY

#trans magnus smut #twi malec #twi

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