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rin-fukuroi · 5 months

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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 [𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞]

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Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairings: Neuvillette x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, sub!Neuvillette, loss of virginity (Neuvillette), established relationships, oral sex, creampie.

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

I think this guy is definitely a virgin, so I had to fix it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

art: @eriimyon

— Are you inviting me to come over... to your place? We've just had dinner, — Neuvillette is charming when he doesn't understand your hints at all. Although, he could hardly even make out a hint of what he basically does not understand.

You coquettishly wrap your own wrist behind your back, blunting your gaze at the floor, standing at the entrance to your house after a date that is already quite familiar to both of you. The Hydro Dragon really should have shown more interest in recognizing human emotions at the time, then maybe it wouldn't be so hard for him to understand you now. Yes, he notices when you're upset and understands that your beaming smiles mean you're happy, but now… Your behavior goes beyond what he's used to.

Neuvillette notices how your cheeks are slightly pink, you don't meet his eyes, you don't answer his question, but you don't leave. All the signs must indicate that you are confused, but by what? Did his question put you in an awkward position?

— Y/N, — the man clears his throat before speaking in a more serious tone. — I think there was a misunderstanding between us, and if my words confused you, then I apologize. I don't think I fully understand why exactly I should come to your house at such a late hour, but… if it's important to you, I won't refuse.

— Oh, Archons, you are unbearable! — you pull a confused man by the hand, forcefully dragging him into the hastily opened door of your house.

Just for a moment in the dark, while you stand pressed against the door that you slammed with your back, silence reigns between you. What should Neuvillette do next? Wait for an offer to go into the living room, start talking first? Oh, he's so bad at it.…

— Y/N…

— Listen, aren't we… kind of in a relationship? And it's been a long time, right?

Neuvillet thinks about it before answering anyway.

— Regarding the years I have lived, our relationship doesn't last that long, but if we take into account how long the human age has been, then I think we can say that we have been really close for a sufficient amount of time to designate this period as a long one.

— That's right. And we're already holding hands without hesitation, kissing and hugging when we're alone, right?

The Chief Justice swallows.

— Ahem… yes, that's right. Although it was all new to me at first, but now I understand why you're always so eager to touch me.

— So you like my touch? — you take a step forward, coming close to your lover before your hands fall on his shoulders, slowly sliding down Neuvillette's chest.

— If that wasn't the case, I guess I wouldn't let you do that, — the man tensed slightly as you fiddled with the fabric of his robe. You've never done anything like this before.

— At the beginning of our relationship, I said that I would show you how pleasant physical contact and feelings can be between two people… or, in our case, between a human and a dragon. You trusted me, and now you have no doubt that my suggestions, even the craziest ones, eventually bring you pleasure?

— I have nothing to object to. You've really discovered a lot of nice things for me that I didn't even know existed until I met you.

— Exactly! — you suddenly squeeze the thick fabric on Neuvillette's chest, looking straight into his confused mother-of-pearl eyes with complete seriousness. — In that case, you should know that this is not all.

— Not all?.. What do you mean…

— Neuvi, tell me, do I turn you on?

"Turn me... What?"

— Wh-what do you mean?

You frown, but then the irritation on your face turns to thoughtfulness as you look away, carefully choosing the words you are going to say.

— Have you ever wanted something more than kisses?

Ah, he seems to understand what you're getting at. Neuvillette is quite knowledgeable about the physiology and reproduction of humans, but he never thought about the fact that everything might not be as primitive as it sounds in scientific books. Kissing and hugging are not something necessary for people's life and interaction, nevertheless, it seems to be important to you, and he himself feels some dependence on your touch, although he does not show it. Does this mean that sex is also an obligatory part of any relationship and is a manifestation of love in physical form, and not just a way of one of the types of reproduction of living beings?

— Oh, that's what you're talking about… hmm, — the man really thought deeply, switching off for a few seconds before finally looking into your eyes with all the seriousness that only he is capable of. — I'm sorry, Y/N, I never thought that I fit into society well enough even after centuries, but after realizing that I have feelings for you, I decided that maybe I began to understand people a little better… I guess it's still not so, and it's hard for me to answer your question.

— In that case, I'll help you decide on the answer.

Neuvillette's words dissolve on your lips when you unexpectedly kiss a confused man.

It's not that you've never done this before, but now your kiss is more insistent, more… Passionate? When you unceremoniously invade his mouth, Neuvillette can feel how you are overwhelmed by the desire for intimacy and an irresistible thirst that he has never experienced when your saliva settled on his tongue. No matter how many human emotions he experiences touching the waters of the Fontaine, what you are experiencing now is so new to him, but the Hydro Dragon succumbs to this feeling, allowing his palms to rest on your waist.

And that gesture was enough for you to realize that your lover doesn't seem to mind what you're about to do, so your fingers are now frantically fumbling with the fasteners on several layers of his clothes while your lips are still on his. It's all so weird.… Perhaps Neuvillette undressed in front of someone for the last time only during Sidgwyn's medical examination, which, in fact, there was no need, but he could not refuse her insistence. But now you're gradually unbuttoning his clothes for a completely different purpose. Is this the first time the Chief Justice has thought about whether his human body is attractive at all? But does it matter if you don't seem to be tormented by a single question when you break off the kiss and gently pull his robe and shirt over his shoulders, staring at his now bare chest and torso with fascination.

The tips of your fingers lightly tickle Neuvillette's pale skin as you run them over the man's tense muscles, without taking your curious gaze off the trajectory of your movements, before turning your attention to the dark blue gloves clinging to his graceful hands. You wrap your arms around each of his wrists in turn, gently pulling the thick fabric from the man's long fingers until the gloves go to the floor to his robes and shirt.

— You wear too many clothes, you know? — you giggle, now looking up to meet Neuvillette's gaze, still with the same calmness on his face as always, watching what you're doing.

— No less and no more than is necessary to maintain the image of a judge, I suppose…

— Come on. Everyone in Fontaine knows who you are and how seriously you take your job and will never question it, even if you dress in something more comfortable, — the corners of your lips lift in a soft smile before you take a step back, depriving Neuvillette of the warmth of your hands on his skin. — And now… it's your turn.

The mother-of-pearl eyes of the Hydro Dragon widen when he freezes for a moment, awkwardly glancing at your body.

— Do you want me to, uh… take off your clothes too?

— Yes.

For the first time, Neuvillette was truly embarrassed. A slight blush covered his cheeks as he plucked up the courage to come closer to you and stretch out his hands to touch the button on your jacket. Hesitantly, but the man coped with the first task, unbuttoning your outer clothes before casting a last questioning glance at you, meeting your approving nod, after which the fabric of the jacket finally slipped off your shoulders. It seemed even this was so insanely awkward, but looking at your blouse and realizing that you will only be wearing underwear under it, Neuvillette feels even more excited, nervously swallowing before repeating the procedure again, gradually, as each of the miniature buttons was unbuttoned, exposing more and more areas your skin.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't as embarrassed as he was, even though it's not the first time a man will see you naked, but the fact that this man will be Neuvillette today… This fact really causes excitement in your chest. It's all so new to him, will he even like your body?

You blush even more when the Chief Justice slowly and carefully slides the sleeves of a thin blouse down your shoulders. For a few moments, his eyes roam around the dark room until he decides to look at your almost completely naked upper body.

— Hey, Neuvi… — the man flinches slightly when your palm touches his cheek, forcing Neuvillette to look into your eyes. You furrow your brows and pout your lips, gently pinching the skin of his face. — I think you've forgotten something.

You're really making him do it.…

Neuvillette's gaze finally hesitantly slides down. Oh… your chest is heaving so deliciously in time with your labored breathing, your collarbones protrude seductively under thin pale skin, that now Neuvillette can barely take his eyes off how fragile and graceful your body looks. Taking another short step forward, his palms touch your waist, sliding further behind you. Has your skin always been so soft and warm? Why hadn't he noticed it before? Neuvillette enjoys every second of it, during which his hands work their way up your back before finally finding the clasp of a bra in a pale blue shade. You hear a soft click and feel the fabric pressure on your ribs ease and the straps gently slide down your shoulders.

Neuvillette never thought that you could look even more beautiful. Although your body is certainly beautiful, and he cannot deny how just looking at your bare chest is enough to make an unusual warmth flow to the bottom of his stomach, he is more fascinated by how your face looks now. So embarrassed, but still looking into his eyes when your gazes meet. Of course, you're more experienced at this, but Neuvillette can't help but be touched by how awkward you feel too, even though what's happening is not new to you.

— Come on! — you grab the Chief Justice by the arm again, dragging him into the bedroom.

Even in the semi-darkness of your house, Neuvillette notices how your face takes on a new expression when you lead him to the bed, now moving your hands to his chest and gently pushing him back. Well, he trusted you from the moment he crossed the threshold of your house, so he obediently sits down on a soft mattress, slightly spreading his legs when you come closer, towering over him, standing between his thighs. Miniature fingers cling to Neuvillette's chin, forcing him to look up at you.

— Tell me, Neuvi, do you like what you see?

You expected your question to confuse the man again, but his face has never looked so serious as now, when he looks straight into your eyes, uttering his answer in a soft tone, permeated only with adoration.

— You're beautiful, Y/N.

You squint slightly as you smile, slowly sinking to your knees as your hands move to his hips. It's so sweet that Neuvillette takes every word you say seriously, but right now it didn't take him a second to give his answer.

The man flinches slightly when your hands reach for the fly of his trousers. To look at you in this position… So strange. Neuvillette is used to looking at people from the height of his judicial chair in the courtroom, he is used to literally looking down at you because of your height difference, but now you are … really kneeling in front of him, and he does not know what to say or do, so he continues to remain only a participant in your performance The script you didn't hand him.

— You've never touched yourself here, isn't it? — the warmth of your palm seeps even through the thick fabric of Neuvillette's trousers when you touch his groin, feeling a hard erection under your fingers.

Neuvillette had never felt like this before. Maybe this has happened before, when you pressed against him too hard or when your kisses were longer than in the past, but each time he was slightly confused by the reaction of his body to your touch. And now his cock was straining even more than before. Is this what you called arousal?

— Wh-what do you mean? — Hydro Dragon answers uncertainly, obviously confused by your seemingly very intimate question.

— Oh, then I guess the answer is "no", — you chuckle softly before gently squeezing the impressive hard organ hidden under his trousers in your hand.

Had he always been so sensitive? Even when you touched his bare skin, it didn't feel as good as what you're doing now.

— You're so tense, Neuvi… relax, you don't have to do anything. At least this time, — you smile again, taking one last look at the confused man before your attention turns to his boots, which you hurriedly pull off his legs before you start fiddling with the zipper of Neuvillette's trousers.

The Chief Justice sees you about to pull off his trousers, and lifts his hips, resting his hands on your soft bed, sheepishly watching how the expression on your face turns to amazement when he finally remains completely naked in front of you.

— Oh, Archons… — you freeze, just looking at his cock, making Neuvillette even more nervous. Is there something you don't like? Is there something wrong with him? — I'm so happy that I got you.

— Ah?..

You would have been amused by another cute manifestation of Neuvillette's misunderstanding of your words if all your attention hadn't been stolen by the view unfolding in front of you between his tense legs. His cock shudders under your gaze, which examines every protruding vein that stretches along his impressive organ. For a second, you even had doubts about whether he could fit anywhere inside you, but your hands reached out to touch the hot, hard flesh, causing a new wave of goosebumps running through Neuvillette's body. Your petite palm slowly slides over his erection before stopping, allowing your thumb to touch the sensitive head, slightly glistening with drops of pre-ejaculate in the dim moonlight filtering through your bedroom windows. It seems so… wrong, but a man can't do anything about how your touch makes this warmth of an incomprehensible nature feel even brighter in his lower abdomen.

You lift your head, glancing at the slightly raised abs and heaving chest, the tense muscles of your forearms, before meeting his pursed lips and half-closed eyes, shamefacedly watching what obscenities are happening below. Neuvillette is amazing. Perhaps his conscience is eating him up for the fact that, as he probably thinks, he forced you to kneel in front of him, but he cannot resist the way his body reacts to your touch. So why not embarrass him even more?

Neuvillette's mother-of-pearl eyes open abruptly when you lower yourself to his cock and touch the salty head with your lips.

— Y/N, what are you doing?! — the man anxiously stretches out his hand, hesitantly touching your head.

— It's all right, Neuvi. I told you, just relax.

What you're going to do… aren't you disgusted? Why are you doing this? Neuvillette's head is just boiling with the abundance of thoughts tormenting him, and he wants to make one more attempt to stop you before his words melt on his tongue, replaced by a moan that even he hears from himself for the first time when you slowly immerse his cock in the warmth of your mouth. Your lips have always seemed incredibly soft to him, but now, when they wrap around his erection, they seem even more tender. The man's palm presses against his open lips, muffling all the sighs escaping from his throat. Neuvillette is really distraught. But this is not the confusion that tormented him when you asked him to take off your clothes, now he is puzzled as to why he can no longer control his own body, which turned out to be completely at the mercy of the pleasure that you give him. It seems that the deeper his cock penetrates your throat, the more sensitive Neuvillette becomes, unable to stop the trembling in his legs, which strive to close if not for your shoulders, which his hips now meet. But what's even worse is the way you look up at him, squinting slightly and grinning when you notice what a mess your lover is in.

It was enough for you to finally start acting more decisively.

Your head starts to rise and fall under Neuvillette's palm, tearing another sweet moan from his open lips.

Damn… It's too much. Neuvillette feels an unusual heat coming from the bottom of his stomach, which reduces him with delicious spasms that make him want to both make you stop and beg you to give him more. The tightness of your fragile throat wraps around his hard flesh so perfectly, and the warmth of your labored breath feels even more distinct as you pick up the pace, plunging him deep into your throat over and over again.

— Y/N… wait, I… — was the only thing Neuvillette could get out of himself before his words dissolved into soft moans again.

His hips trembled as you wrapped your arms around them, and his pelvis lifted slightly to meet the inexorable rocking of your head. It's like a tight knot tied in the very bottom of your stomach, ready to burst, as soon as you swallow his cock one more time, and for a moment Neuvillette feels fear under the pressure of an unknown feeling when he feels his cock swell in the tight walls of your throat. But you don't listen to him, sitting on his throbbing organ again, sending a fatal wave through his tense body. Neuvillette's long fingers instinctively squeeze your hair as his heated flesh shudders in your throat, and you feel hot sticky streams flowing down the far wall of your throat, and the man's legs tremble convulsively, pressing closer to your shoulders.

What's it?.. It was as if all the warmth that had been accumulating in Neuvillette's stomach had now spread under his skin, and his mind was clouded by a haze that drove any thoughts out of his head, except how damn pleasant this unfamiliar feeling was, lasting for some miserable moments.

Your tongue slides up the still-quivering member of the Supreme Court as you slowly pull it out of your mouth, carefully licking every drop of cum left on his semi-hard flesh. Neuvillette is still breathing heavily, trying to recover from the first orgasm of her life. His eyes are closed when you look up at him again, and his hand slips off your head.

— Neuvi? — as soon as his legs relax, you slide your hands along the inside of his thighs, lifting slightly to leave a kiss at the bottom of his stomach, causing the man to flinch and lazily open his eyes.

— Wh-what was that just now?.. — his voice sounds so quiet when Neuvillette finally starts talking, still trying to steady his breathing.

— Huh… Did I mention that you think too much? — you smile, suddenly getting back on your feet. — You don't mind continuing, do you?

Neuvillette rests his hands on the mattress again, watching from under heavy eyelids as you deliberately slowly pull your trousers down your legs, carefully stepping over the crumpled fabric on the floor before throwing the clothes somewhere to the side, remaining in front of him in only panties. For the first time, he can finally enjoy every curve of your stunning body, feeling the heat flare up inside him again, while he just remains a witness to how now you are doing the same with your underwear. Without clothes, you look even more fragile and small, but now… This view causes the Hydro Dragon not only to want to protect you, but also to touch you, to shower every millimeter of your skin with kisses… to possess you. Is this what people call lust?

This time, Neuvillette didn't need any prompting to instinctively understand that he needed to crawl further away on your bed, allowing you to gracefully climb on top of him. His cock has hardened again, trembling insistently under the pressure of your crotch, now comfortably settled on the throbbing flesh, when you press your palm on Neuvillette's chest, forcing the man to lie down. You look so gorgeous, towering over him just like that, that he can't resist the urge to touch you and stretches out his arms to wrap around your waist while you playfully smile, looking into the clouded eyes of the man below you, swaying slightly on his hips.

— Oh, aren't you embarrassed to touch me now? — you giggle as you gently wrap your arms around Neuvillette's wrists and move his palms onto your chest. — It all belongs to you, Neuvi.

The Chief Justice swallows hard before hesitantly squeezing the elastic flesh under his palms. Such… Soft. It felt even more tender than he had imagined, just looking at her in the hallway back then. And you said… Does it belong to him? Why does the realization of this make his heart almost ache in his chest, as if he does not deserve to have such a wonderful girl who managed to get into feelings for someone like him?

— Y/N…

You tilt your head in puzzlement, looking at Neuvillette, who now seems to be considering his next words again.

— I promise that I will take care of you.

You're almost ready to burst out laughing, but you hold back, smiling gently at your man, the only one in all of Teyvat who could say something like that at such a moment.

— Try your best, Monsieur Neuvillette, — you bend down to leave a short kiss on your lover's lips, forcing Neuvillette to lower his hands to your hips before you straighten up again, lifting slightly and reaching down to grab his cock.

Oh, he's even more excited than before. Although he believes that such intimacy is already familiar to him, at least in theory, but it is still something that Neuvillette has never had to deal with before. He feels the moisture oozing from your crotch touching his cock as you align his head with your entrance, starting to slowly sink onto the hard flesh. Your tight walls gradually envelop his throbbing organ, enveloping Neuvillette's flesh with an even more searing warmth compared to what he felt when you plunged his dick into your throat. The slippery walls seem to suck him deeper inside, again awakening in the body of the Hydro Dragon the same heat that had tormented his poor body only a few minutes ago. He wants to stifle his moans again, covering his lips with his hand, but Neuvillette only tightens his grip on your elastic hips, moving his gaze from the place where your bodies connect to your chest, heaving heavily in time with your labored breathing, thanks to which he can finally hear those lovely soft sighs escaping from your throat.

You lean back slightly on Neuvillette's hips, feeling his cock stretch and fill you to the limit. All the past fears that he was too big to fit inside suddenly evaporated, replaced by a pleasant shiver running down your spine when he finally enters to the end, gently colliding with your cervix, which makes the lust bubbling in the bottom of your stomach from the moment you entered your house boil even stronger.

When you finally start to slowly rise and fall on Neuvillette's cock, he finally begins to understand why people like sex so much. It feels completely different from what you did with him before. You feel so good inside and it's addictive. The walls of the vagina wrap so tightly around his cock when you impale yourself on it more insistently each time, and Neuvillette can feel you squeezing around him, sending more and more of these delicious impulses through his body. The man's gaze is riveted to the place where your bodies connect over and over again, never ceasing to amaze him with how his hard organ disappears so easily into your insides. The more your hips pick up the pace, the more distinct the sounds of skin hitting skin become, merging with Neuvillette's restrained sighs and your moans, which will forever remain in his memory.

You lean forward again, placing your hand on Neuvillette's neck, already too lost in pleasure to speak, bringing another smile to your face.

— Do you like it, Neuvi? — the tips of your two fingers slide along his chin, forcing the man to look at you from under half-closed eyelids. His lips are open, releasing more and more sweet sounds from Neuvillette's throat as you continue to rock up and down his length, feeling the blood pulsing in the veins running along his cock. — Don't hold back your lovely moans, I want to hear you.

Your vulgar words settle in sweet spasms in the lower abdomen of a man. You've always been much bolder and more direct than him in everything that concerns feelings and intimacy, and Neuvillette would like to return the favor. Therefore, now you feel more pressure on your hips when he begins to lift his hips towards your movements and push you down whenever you are about to descend on his dick again, driving it even deeper into your insides.

You've wanted this for so long, worrying every time that such an offer might alienate Neuvillette, but now, feeling your lover desperately pushing into you, chasing his own orgasm, you don't regret at all that you finally got the courage. Having completely lost all control over himself, Neuvillette breaks down into the very moans that you so wanted to hear. You never thought that his pleasure could turn you on so much, making you feel like you're already teetering on the edge.

What could be said about him.

Your voice has never sounded sweeter to him than now, when you whisper his name, pressing your forehead against his. The smell of your body, your hot breath blowing over his face, the tense muscles of your thighs under his hands — this is what, even without knowing it, Neuvillette also wanted for so long. Every time you shared another kiss with him, it seemed to him that it was so damn little, but he didn't know any other way to feel you even closer. But now that your bodies are so perfectly fused together, he understands what he really wanted. How can you wish for something you've never experienced? People are truly amazing… And Neuvillette finally got a little closer to understanding what it's like to be human.

Too blinded by the new sensations, Neuvillette didn't even notice how he got so damn close to the very feeling that you gave him earlier, but now it feels even brighter, even more intense, forcing the man to press harder on your hips, accelerating the pace. And at the moment when your lower abdomen is cramping with familiar spasms, you press your lips to his, allowing Neuvillette to feel your body tremble under the onslaught of pleasure spreading somewhere deep under your skin. Your lips taste even sweeter when you squeeze so tightly around his cock, pulling Neuvillette after you into the abyss. His hands hurriedly move to your back, pressing you even tighter against his body as he has his second orgasm of the day. Hot flesh pulsates inside your sensitive walls, gradually turning white with sticky drops of sperm, and you swallow each other's muffled moans, sharing this unearthly feeling for two.

You go limp, leaning on Neuvillette with all your weight, having to break the kiss to catch your breath. You hear his heavy sighs, almost in sync with yours, as you both bask in the echoes of your own climaxes, and you lift up slightly to look at Neuvillette's flushed face. The silver strands of his bangs are stuck to his forehead, and his lips are still slightly parted when he lazily opens his eyes, meeting your gaze.

— Y/N, I'm sorry, I seem to get carried away…

— Hush, it's okay, Neuvi, — your palm gently presses against his hot cheek, and you can't help but smile as you watch him awkwardly avert his gaze now. — Actually, I think you're learning pretty fast!

— Is that so? — the corners of Neuvillette's lips lift slightly as one of his palms gently slides up your back. — I suppose I had a good teacher.

— He-he, of course. Just don't get cocky, I still have a lot to teach you!

Neuvillette suddenly looks at you in surprise again.

— A lot?

— Yeah, — your face takes on a fake serious look. — Do you really want to continue the course of human carnal pleasures today?

You laugh, lightly pinching Neuvillette's cheek before you start to lift off his body, but you are stopped by his hands, still holding you in his embrace. When you cast a questioning glance at Neuvillette, you are suddenly met again by an expression full of unshakeable seriousness, forever stuck to his face.

— I… won't refuse.

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monstercampus · 28 days

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foaming at the mouth for efraim. i need to get passed around like a blunt between him n his other insect friends like immediately

prrrrrr!!! i went a lil....nutso <3

(cws: afab + gn pronouns, drug use, free use/taking turns, established relationship, vaguely/mostly consensual, breeding, oviposition, insect mutants, mild photo/video recording, exhibitionism, weird dicks, venom/monster "substances", unintentional knotting, oral, cum drinking)

wc: 1k+

Maybe Ef invited you over to roll a blunt with him but you showed up to find all his close friends :) hangin out in the dorm with him. Z and his other slime roommate are gone for the day so it's just you guys--and it's just a chance to make new friends, y'know? C'mon in, they're nice guys. You're not even sure if they're students at MC but who cares? As Efraim says, they're cool and they "just wanna hang".

There's that one guy with the dark hair that's supposedly a beetle hybrid; all smooth, deep skin with an array of small carapace shells all up and down his back, lining his skin almost like plates that you'd find on armour. Then there's Efraim's touchy friend who sports the deep, red eyes of a wolf spider, each extra set that makes up six running smaller and smaller as they scatter down his cheeks like red rivers. The sideways fangs that gleam when he opens his mouth are a bit off-putting, but he promises not to poison you, sweetie. And then there's the guy that's scattering little sparkly particles wherever he turns--apologizing every time he gets it on the couch--because his wings are covered in the stuff, as is his fluffy collar and antennae and his curly white hair itself. He's an albino moth, but as pretty as he is it doesn't preclude him from leering with just as much interest in you as the rest of them. He's a couple years older, so is the spider--it makes them bolder, more apt to offer you their rolling skills and to make sure every joint you smoke is taken care of before it even reaches your lips. Pretty things like you don't have to roll their own blunts.

It's not until a half hour passes by, when you're all sufficiently smoked up, that you mistake Efraim's lap for the couch and sit your ass on it. The joint he's got half-smoked perches in his mouth so he can wiggle you back in, keep you from getting up when you realize cause he doesn't really want you to get up. You're so comfy and warm. The guys don't mind, they probably didn't even notice.

Even if they didn't, it's a little hard not to notice when Efraim takes you out of the living room into the kitchen and slots himself between your legs. He barely bumps you against the counter but you're in it at once; kissing, belt unbuckling, his rough hands turning you away and bending you forward over the counter cause that's what you wanted. No need to say it, he can smell it. Just have to keep quiet so his stoned friends don't notice while they're playing video games on the tv just a few feet away. He moans into your ear as he slips it in cause you just feel so hot, and he loves the sound that pretty pussy makes when he's making love to her. He's trying not to make it obvious but fuck he can't help filling you up when he's all riled.

"Just gonna have to hold it in, sweets." He chuckles in your ear before kissing it and hiking your bottoms back up for you. One of his friends rolled another joint for you and you're not just gonna reject it, are you? He ushers you back to the little party with a smirk when you take it for a good, long pull. The others aren't dumb, this wouldn't be the first time Ef--or any one of them--messed with their significant other while the rest of them were hanging out. But none of them have ever dated a human before and Efraim seemed certain that they were a sluttier species than they looked. The fact that you don't say anything when his beetle buddy starts rubbing your knee is proof enough.

Ef's eyes zero in on you with intense focus when you start reacting to the touches, not that you notice. You turn your head and guy's dark face is right there, his eyes boring holes into you from centimeters away as he asks for a kiss. His hand slides up to cup you when you dazedly nod your head, his thumb finding your clit through the fabric the moment your lips touch.

It's any wonder, through the smoke and the haze of recreational drug usage, that you manage to pull each other's clothes off with any success. He's barely an inch away from you the entire time and you can barely work your fingers, but you both somehow manage on the cramped couch until he presses you over the arm of it. From here, you've got a full view of the tv screen as your boyfriend and both his other friends duke it out in their fighting game--all while his buddy that you barely know gets down on his stomach and slides his tongue up your inner thighs. He barely reacts when Efraim's cum meets his lips at the crest of your folds. He licks it up with the rest, hollowing out his cheeks to suck like he's drinking from a fountain. It occurs to you that maybe your pleasure isn't even his goal--maybe it's just an afterthought to what he really wants, which is to absolutely devour some human pussy while he's got the once-in-a-lifetime chance.

"Ef," You moan, tugging at the sleeve of your boyfriend on the floor, who is thankfully the closest of his three friends to the couch. His hands on the controller, he turns momentarily to kiss your cheek as you hang over the side of the couch, barely taking his eyes off the screen for a split second.

"Mhm. Love you too, baby. Watch me crush these clowns." He chuckles, only half-listening if that. In the meantime there's a cock begging for your attention, smearing sticky precum over your ass as he shakily guides it to slide down your folds. It's cold. It's got rough, sticky bumps that ooze some kind of mildly venomous substance, because you can feel the pricks of the poison as his arousal seeps into your skin. He can barely hold back the gasp when he glides it in, not more than a couple inches breaching your body suddenly before he sinks into all the rest slowly. Slowly, slowly, slowly--each moment as delightfully agonizing as the last as your blood mixes with his venom and creates a popping sensation in your veins that feels like you've been injected with sparkler candies.

Each thrust is deep, his powerful hips a violent set of pistons that throw you forwards against the couch every time. But more than that, his touch itself is penetrating; the beetle yanks your arms back and uses the force to press into you harder, his dick hardening and softening in erratic rhythm as if he's trying to mold himself to squeeze into your tightest cracks. The weed has him aggressive and somewhat feral and the others will tell you that themselves when this is all over--not before he can get you pinned and juiced up with venom to breed you first, though. He at least wanted one round with Efraim's pretty human and he's got it, he's claimed you rightfully when he drags you completely underneath him and dwarfs you under his arms, pumping your pussy with harsh thrusts to finally, eventually, come spilling that one, huge glob of half-beetle half-man cum that he forces down hard to fit into your womb. Even if you scratched and wriggled to get away, he'd press you down with a hand in your hair anyways to make sure it enters you. Only once he feels it disappear and you let out a hitch of gasping breath does he let up, though he reaches around to feel for that swollen lump in your belly before he pulls that sticky mess of his cock out. The strings of sweat, slick, and cum link you together as he leaves a devastating trail behind, undoubtedly staining Efraim's couch in the process.

And with his pants tugged back on he drops down and takes the place of the loser in the rest of their group match, the guys squabbling as guys do amongst themselves as they prep for the next round, passing another blunt between them as they poise their controllers and pick their characters.

Yet you sit back feeling almost pregnant, the mix of Efraim's residual cum plus the odd sphere of semen that was just forced through your cervix leaving you slightly swollen and mostly bloated. The effects of his venom are causing you to leak with arousal, the thin fluid nearly dripping out of you like a faucet so that you can't even mind that you're making an even bigger mess on Efraim's shared couch. It doesn't even matter, because the spider is up next and you have a feeling he lost on purpose, based on that fanged smirk he has on his many-eyed face.

At the very least he has the courtesy to wrap his cock--in his own webbing rather than a condom, but you can't exactly complain. It's a strange sensation to have in your mouth, however, as he takes one giant leg up on the sofa and looms over you to gently feed his string-covered cock past your glossy lips. The aid of his spidery legs in positioning him nearly has him floating over you, lazily slapping his hips against your face as he starts beating your throat in a mindless yet needy rhythm.

"So pretty," He purrs, his inner fangs clacking as he watches your throat bulge with the swell of his bulbous tip. The curved shaft makes it easier to plumb the depths of your mouth in search of a ripe spot to dump his load. "Tell your boyfriend you want us over more." His cackling peppers the sounds of his thick balls smacking your chin and sticking with what remains of his webbing that he shot out errantly. That plap, plap, plap echoes endlessly, degradingly in your ears, yet doesn't move the needle for his friends even when they cast occasional glances over to your spot on the couch. Efraim looks and readjusts his crotch, no doubt trying to mull the erection growing in order to give all his friends a much-needed turn with you. How generous.

"You just love bug cock, huh?" The wolf spider laughs as he spins a web between his fingers over your head. "I bet I'd have a harem of human sex dolls if everyone was as honest as you. Such a good toy." Suddenly the web twists into the form of a rope, and you watch in panic as he loops it around your neck and proceeds to tug--but only at the moment of his orgasm, when the bulge in your throat swells into...a second bulge. It hits you as the air completely leaves your lungs, your neck completely blocked: he wasn't wrapping his dick for protection, he did so in order to catch his cum like a balloon and plop inside you like he would a spider mate. He fixes the web-rope lower into the divot between both bulges, and with minute adjustments there's a sudden twing and the webbing snaps off the tip, fully encasing his bulb of cum to slide down the back of your throat and enter you fully to do...gods know what. He takes the rope away and slides out in one smooth motion, before he tilts your head up with a clawed hand and encourages you to breathe.

"Very good." His soothing tone lasts only a moment before those fangs make a reappearance in a smirk. "You'll be a good incubato-"

"Move it! My turn." The moth appears suddenly and jostles the spider aside, who swings back before hauling himself up to the corner of the ceiling with a grumble. That big smile is both alarming and affirming all at once--he seems kinder and sweeter than you expected, or maybe it's just the weed and the smell of sex in the room that's making him excitable. He tugs his sweatpants down to show off a long, protruding ovipositor, and with some eager repositioning to your side he manages to wriggle it in...just the wrong hole, at first. With your squeak at the unexpected backdoor intrusion, he yelps softly and readjusts towards your clit, which he bumps and rubs affectionately as if his ovipositor is sharing tender kisses with it. You worry a bit that he might try and shove it up there next, but the third time's the charm and as the other guys settle in on the opposite couch and switch the game for a movie, your cunt gushes a little at the smooth insertion of something so long and thin and warm.

"Aaahh.." Your sigh of relief is breathtaking to the group of faded-out insect men, each of whom have next to no interest in what's playing on the screen and instead are just watching you get fucked. Slowly.

"So cuuute....you're so, so cuuuute.." He moans with a distinct rumbling in his throat, which makes the collar of his neck fluff ruffle and bristle in mesmerizing waves. His sparkly dusts flutters over you in a misty shower of tiny particles, each one clinging to your skin and hair and eyelashes. Efraim's beetle friend sits on the floor twiddling his thumbs while he watches intently, in the meantime the wolf spider descends down to the couch to perch next to your boyfriend and chat idly while they enjoy the splendid view.

It takes only a minute or two of that sweet treatment for you to realize why this one hangs out with the others. Once he's pressed his ovipositor deep enough to pinch as it enters your womb, a second appendage beneath the egg depositor starts wriggling beneath his fuzz. It comes bursting out in a shower of powder as if excited--it's a stout, fat tentacle-looking limb, which drips with syrupy slime and struggles for contact until he leans forward enough to grant it access. When he does, you can no longer deal with mild squirming; your body thrashes and hips hump mindlessly as his cock stretches you out, flailing and twisting inside you as it lavishes in the attention your warm cunt gives it. That's when he really starts thrusting, and that same translucent, pinkish syrup drips off his tongue as he drools in complete ecstasy, black-sclera eyes rolling back in his head as he drops all that pristine composure. Lost in bliss, he pins your knees back with his fuzzy hands and folds you into a deep, merciless mating press.

It's no exaggeration to say that the experience is heavenly. Your boyfriend sits chatting with his friends about games and movies and weed, mere feet away, and yet he can still snap a photo of you and some videos while he tells you how sweet you are and how cute you look. How nice you are to let him introduce you to his friends and let them get to know a human for the first time. For letting them go crazy on you like his moth friend is doing right now, and how his other two friends are gearing up for again as they smell your pheromones and get excited at the human going into heat.

Then, while the moth is pounding you in that brutal breeding position, his wings flutter suddenly and he tries to pull back in a panic. He doesn't move. He's stuck--his ovipositor having swollen and latched inside your womb, the egg forming a knot that won't let him pull out of your cervix. The tentacle finally releases with a spray of syrupy cum all over your folds, and retracts slowly back into his body. But despite still being stuck, his egg-laying appendage is thin, and bendable...so the other guys just decide to sort of keep fucking you around it. He has to lean out of the way so the others can make space, but when they make you cum good enough you'll loosen up and let him go, they're sure.

Yeah, they just have to pump you full of more eggs, more cum, more venom, and it'll all work out. Totally. And they can just make sure to give you more weed to ease the process, maybe a little alcohol if you're in the mood to drink. It'll all make it sooooo easy, promise. You won't even feel the swell of your stomach until you look pregnant, or the ache in your throat from choking on all that mutant cock, or even the headache that comes from smoking too much because you'll just be in complete, total bliss. So good. So sweet. Such a nice, soft, breedable toy for all your boyfriend's friends ♡!

#efraim (mc)#centipede stoner #centipede stoner x reader #monster x reader #insect monster #monster boyfriend #spicy writing #monster campus #ellie writes

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iavenjqasdf · 3 months

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💦asshole penetrated by a gun 2: break action 🔫

(prequel) cw gunrape

She's shushed, told that it'll be as slow and gentle as they know it needs to be for her. She'll be able to handle it, whether she wants to or not.

The room's pretty barren-looking. Seems like a place that was hastily abandoned long ago, and never really resettled, a frozen apocalypse. A thick layer of dust coats the books still laying face-down by the barricaded door type of situation.

It's a bit spooky, but not like, a horror movie set or anything. Any potential spiders in here are surely just normal sized ones. It can't possibly be as dangerous as it looks.

A second finger is now squirming inside her asshole. It brushes against her prostate, and she wishes she could be less clinical about knowing why she's feeling the way she is, but the sensation isn't really enough to hnnnNNNNN --

With a THIRD finger, the calculus changes; there's enough sensation to simply accept for what it is now.

Sigh of relief. Rolling of the hips. Maybe it won't end so bad for her.

She saw what they did to the other girls outside, by the fire pit, and she chanted along, and got all that resulting useful information in. Picking girl chunks out of your hair at gunpoint really teaches you a lot about how the world works.

But they're inside now. And there's not going to be a revolver, but…

The fingers being removed are her only warning.

The warmth and fullness that were definitely gonna be sufficient for an eventual orgasm are gone. Now there is only the cold hollow mouth of a shotgun barrel, pushing firmly against the cute puffy ridge of her asscunt.

This isn't right. She doesn't feel ready yet.

Some idiotic internal monologue, panic about all the dirt from the filthy gun getting onto her, into her, coming loose and building up inside her, through which she tries to stay calm and keep breathing but just when she thinks she can handle it they push the gun harder and it grinds in, horrible and ripping and barely-lubricated and not at all what she agreed to.

She tears at her lower seams, sobbing apart, tainted blood running down the penetrating steel like a barbers' pole.

They keep pushing. Somehow, another agonizing inch finds a way to fit inside her, despite every automatic attempt her body makes at rejecting it. She heaves and sobs plenty but that doesn't seem to have much effect on what must be done to her.

if she wasn't cuffed to the broken radiator by this point you KNOW she'd be stimming up a fucking storm

But that's been taken care of. Quiet hands.

The movement has stopped down there too, at least. She forces herself to peel an eye open, having to know what's coming next. Pale moonlight through boarded up windows doesn't give her much to work with, but through the haze of pain and dust motes, it sort of looks like-

The shotgun is broken open. She freezes. That's right, they can DO that.

Before she can whine out a pithy protest, something hot and acrid starts trickling down the barrel.

cool so they found a way to make it even worse

An estuary of steaming fresh piss bypasses several girlsphincters, washing all the residual gun chunks directly into the deepest, most wretched cavities of her body, and she starts to REALLY hyperventilate now, because how long it'll take for all those little ragged metal shavings and caustic gun oils (that are no doubt already digging into and dissolving her soft colonmeat) to come back out of her again, only God knows, and she doesn't want to ask him anywa-

KA-BLAM!

A big new hole's opened up in the center of her abdomen, and everyone's invited.

Ragged flesh tripelace dangles around the edges, scarlet ichor and black bile and golden piss and every other color of the human rainbow gushes from her yawning thorax wound. The orgasm she was chasing, perpetually just around the corner, slips out of view through the cascade of gore, replaced by an overwhelming shiver, dying animal curling into itself on the floor, babbling* the garbage data of a permanently shattered brain, everything suddenly very cold and real and serious again.

A thick marine layer of fog rolls into her brain, gently wrapping her in its cold wet embrace and shepherding her away from all the pain and ugliness they blasted out of her. Its purpose served, the shotgun is pulled from her stretchy hole, but the pellets remain, little balls of leaden death embedded in the dusty wood all around as she struggles for each next breath.

She recedes into that misty dark, her body still heaving and twitching its last in the steaming puddle of liquefied intestinal matter.

* "I don't want to die," end up being her last words, in a bit of irony she's in too much shock to properly appreciate.

ao3

#guro #ero guro #📝#yeah man fuck it im doing it this is my brand now i guess #gun kink

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numbuh-7-knd · 6 months

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Inspired by this post, where I was trying to come up with non-whump/angsty scenarios for

Character A holds Character B in their arms while kicking open a door.

Which quickly turned into Desert Duo/Mumscarian fluff which then transitioned into general hermitshipping fluff. feel free to elaborate on any of this if you feel like it, I'm probably not going to do much more than maybe upload this to AO3 as is.

Scar grabbing Grian (or Mumbo, or both) to watch disney movies. they're hanging out at Scarland and Scar talks about something he's building in Scarland and how it was inspired by such and such movie (maybe it's something for the adventure area of the park, inspired by a disney attraction that was inspired by Peter Pan) and Grian says he's never seen that one.

Scar gasps dramatically, before picking Grian up and flying to the Scarland Theatre, slamming the door open only to remember that it's only a facade, probably flying into something, rushes to the castle, he doesn't have a bedroom or sitting area, and then rushing them to Grian's base looking for a spot to watch a movie, only Grian doesn't have one either, rushes to Mumbo's.

He startles Mumbo, and Either Mumbo's vault is good enough for movie watching or they involve the rest of the hermits until they find a sufficiently comfy place for movie watching, all the while refusing to put Grian down.

Maybe for added hilarity he hands Grian to mumbo for a bit so he can get Jelly or snacks, or both.

Mumbo going along with it and Grian complaining about it while not actually fighting them on it, like my cat does when I hold her sometimes and she wants to pretend she's not a cuddle bug and verbally complains the whole time while snuggling and staying put in my arms even though we both know if she really wanted to get down she'd jump out of my arms or bite and scratch me.

Scar claiming it's "soulmate privilege" when Grian complains, and Mumbo jumping on that claiming "Soul Sharing" privilage. The other hermits jump on that with those amounts them with soulmates (the ones who participated in double life) joining with their soulmates while the ones who's soulmates aren't hermits complain and those without soulmates pout about it, until someone agrees to be "honorary soulmates" with them. Grian and Scar agree that Mumbo's a part of their soulmate trio no questions asked. Cleo offers to be Joe's honorary soulmate, saying that what's one more when she already has Scott, and Joe accepts but also wants Ollie as an honorary soulmate.

Impulse and Bdubs hang out, making Etho jealous, while Tango longs for Jimmy and Zedaph feels left out. Maybe Skizz can be his honorary soulmate.

Etho misses Joel at least a little bit, but he also does not like seeing Bdubs cuddling with Impulse. Does he wish he was cuddling with Bdubs instead? Yes No, he's just... bothered by them cuddling, for some reason. It's weird! double life was months ago now! they've completed a whole 'nother season of the life series and started another one! and besides look at Zed! look how sad he is! *Camera panes to Zed, busy trying to complete Zedvancements* Impulse and Tango should be doing stuff with him not worrying about something as silly as soulmates!

Gem offers to be Pearl's "honorary soulmate" since Scott didn't want her.

Maybe BigB visits for Ren, or maybe Ren spends it with Doc, who has to be talked out of having the entire Sci-craft server over.

The Hermits end up arranging a big sleepover/movie night to invite their various soulmates or soulmate adjacent people over to the server to hang out. They build a "drive in" movie theatre in the shopping district.

halfway through the "movie night" they have to move indoors because the area wasn't spawn proofed enough. They end up in someone's base or shop with lots of pillows and blankets on the floor. maybe they go to scar's bed shop, or they make a pillow fort in the iBuy lobby.

#hermitcraft #hermit shipping #trafficshipping #desert duo #double life #mumscarian #goodtimeswithscar #Grian #Mumbo Jumbo #trafficblr #my writing

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solomons-poison · 1 year

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Confessing

A/N: Yeah I'm taking JJK characters! I haven't written for Toge before and tbh I'm a little shaky on his personality, so sorry it's a little short, but I hope this is good! Accidentally posted early so had to remake it 😬

Featuring: GN reader || Inumaki Toge x reader

Warnings: just some fluff

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Confessing feelings with Toge is a trip, to be honest. Whether it's you confessing, or him confessing to you, it's a bit of an awkward mess to start, but it's sure to be a memorable start to your relationship.

If Toge is the one confessing, it takes quite a bit of effort on his part. Given his limited safe vocabulary, no amount of saying "salmon roe" or "bonito flakes" will be sufficient in getting his point across, not to mention it takes some of the romance out of the moment. So instead, he'll focus on his actions primarily, to make sure everything is perfect and his intentions are clear. You're his crush, of course he doesn't want to make a fool of himself.

He does enjoy cooking here and there, so he'd invite you over to cook together, maybe making silly faces with the ingredients to make you laugh. It'd be a fun filled afternoon, playing video games or watching something, spending quality time together while he works up the courage to finally show his true feelings.

The true moment comes when he brings out maybe something personalized, something that can show his words in the way he can't verbalize to you safely, like a cookie or other sweet treat with his confession on it, perhaps with some flowers.

If you're the one confessing, you'll have to be clear about your feelings. Although Toge is naturally very intuitive, given he is a natural born jujutsu sorcerer with a long family lineage, he is also still a teenage boy with his mind focused on developing his skills rather than romance.

So when you first confess that you like him, he's a little confused. You two are friends, of course you should like each other?? Once he understands what you really meant, however, expect to see his cheeks turn red and his eyes become the size of dinner plates. His limited speech turns into speechlessness until he can gather his thoughts to respond to you, his mind way up in the sky.

Once you've gotten him back down to Earth, things are a little awkward as you two accept it all, and he might ask you to repeat what you said he's still processing that you have the same feelings as him (and he likes how it sounds). But after that, be prepared for a very sweet turn in your relationship together now that your feelings are out in the open.

Tagging: @saturnvamp @watyousayin

#toge x reader #inumaki x reader #inumaki toge #jujutsu kaisen #jjk hcs #awkward ending i couldnt figure out how to close it 😬

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pansychubb · 11 months

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(warning: this is a vent/rant)

I'm genuinely so disappointed about the direction the cast is taking this campaign. The narrative dissonance is ... a lot.

Up to now, Matt has been so careful to present religion and the gods in Exandria as basically neutral good entities (aside from the betrayers, of course). We've seen no forced conversion. No evangelizing. No interference in the average person's daily life. Just generally good works and gentle invitations to join in worship if desired, but no pressure if the offer is refused.

Now we've whiplashed straight to "the gods never did anything for me!" and "yeah maybe the gods should all die" and "perhaps Ludinus the murdering megalomaniac cult leader has a point!"

If we've only been seeing one side of religion in Exandria and Matt is trying to show us the other side, that's all well and good. That's an interesting new thing to explore. But that transition has been harsh and ham-handed these past few episodes. (To me, worldwide "religious oppression" is hardly well displayed by one temple legally buying land, collecting donations, and doing nothing else other than having the misfortune to be considered "kinda creepy" by the townsfolk and their insular leader.)

(I don't think that temple was doing a good thing, by the way. It was revealed later - in a very retcon justification way - that their continued presence would eventually be detrimental to the local people. But that's not sufficient reason for, "yeah, all deities - and by extension their followers! - are bad and stupid and oppressive!!")

It feels like these new anti-gods attitudes are the result of out-of-game decisions, and thus, for those of us invested in this fantasy world and its characters, it doesn't make sense and, quite frankly, feels disrespectful.

#critical role spoilers #vent #rant

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Question about the cult au: I feel like I remember Gerry saying that if he'd found jon before Jonah, he would have tried to convince the eye that it would be better to leave Jon alone so he could "observe him in the wild" or something like that. Not sure if I'm remembering correctly, but what would have happened if Gerry had found jon first do you think?

Sorry for not answering yesterday, our internet was out! You're absolutely remembering correctly!

Very long post, but not putting in a cut because I don't feel like it

So Gerry finding Jon first is totally plausible because when Jonah has speaking engagements whoever comes with- usually Gerry and Michael- hangs around on campus chatting and trying to start developing people into prospective future members or meals. The speaking engagements are recurring, usually a couple times a year at any given institution, so they often have the opportunity to talk to people several times over the course of a year or two to convince them gradually to join

This has varying success; Actual Golden Retriever Michael Shelley is pretty good at this! Gerry doesn't believe in subtlety/doesn't like tricking people, significantly lowering their success rate via "this is actually, openly a cult. do you want to join our cult?"

So I think that's how they would run into Jon. Crucially, I don't think that this scenario is less morally suspect and invasive. It's more a difference in how much it influences Jon's life. Stalking is technically probably less bad than kidnapping, but it's not great. A fair few people from the Institute end up suddenly spending a lot of time in Oxford. Potentially, someone gets some personal details shifted around/forged and Jonah pulls some strings to get someone like Gerry and/or Michael enrolled. They do that occasionally, because a wide knowledge base keeps the Institute fairly self-sufficient and a good job on the outside brings in money. Probably Gerry, because he can like... function in human society better and has a tiny bit of existing rapport with Jon from their first encounter.

But I don't think Jonah and maybe Gertrude stop pushing for the relocate-Jon plan. I feel like as part of the "see but not understand" thing the Eye latches on when someone first has an idea, so having Jon In The Wild is more appealing the same way having him in the Institute was more appealing in the fic. It isn't choosing strategically, it's picking the first answer presented to it. If other avatars find out about Jon it's game over, he's going to the Institute.

So I think it's less he never gets kidnapped than it is just a VASTLY more disturbing and upsetting lead up. Instead of having 5 seconds of being accosted at his front door, it's months and months getting to know Gerry, and to a lesser extent Michael or one of the Stokers who sans the insta-friends chemistry with Jon, being friends with Gerry, inviting Gerry to his and Georgie's movie nights. Maybe there are even some dates, feeling out the do-we-want-to-be-just-friends vs actually we're an awesome couple. For both of them, maybe, the same one night stand and teasing flirting as with canon Sasha but with Georgie if it's Tim, or Michael or Danny doing a couple dates because Georgie's trying a bunch of things out in the wake of the breakup (Sasha can't be the partner, because her family only joined when she was 14 and non-Gerry members with experience as outsiders don't get to leave the Institute)

Gerry, for the first time in his life, has a social circle of people more or less his own age without any baggage from who his parents were. It's all very real for him, but he can't ignore or forget why he's here, how close both him and Jon are to losing that at any given moment. Maybe he even lets on a little bit of The Spookiness somehow and they have a little sharing circle about Mr. Spider and the dead body and Mary's Leitner collection. It's all very real for him, it's very precious, it's very easy to forget why he's here even with Beholding giving him butterflies every time Jon looks at him. It's an inevitable betrayal that he does not want to do but must

I think maybe, when something happens- maybe something spooky that makes it feel like being free is Not Safe for Jon, maybe someone has some loose lips and lets on to someone at the Usher Foundation or Pu Songling Reseach Centre or worse, someone not directly allied with the Institute- things go very differently.

Gerry isn't just in love-by-proxy with Jon, he knows him. He knows how terrible it is to be sucked into the Institute- he only chose to do so because he was very young and didn't have a single other option, no support system, nothing. Just Mary getting worse and worse, increasingly clear that she was working up to something dangerous and that she did not care if Gerry got hurt in the process. Gerry joined the institute after much thought and negotiation- not usually part of the proceedings but Gerry was someone they wanted more than usual, Eric leaving made them look weak and having Gerry back, even in a situation that sets him apart from everyone else in terms of privileges and allowances, alleviated that "failure". If Gerry had another option he would not have done it- thus the tattoos, ensuring that even more than the contract, Gerry is stuck with them. Jon has options, Gerry knows he has options, he has so much potential and has hopes and dreams and could live a long, happy life never setting foot in the Institute. He has everything Gerry wished he had when he had to choose between signing over his soul or letting Mary wear him down and down and down, carving away bits to test a Leitner, to gain access to things, trying out things that she doesn't want to test on herself, being a regular abusive parent in addition to the spooky stuff

And Gerry has been giving updates on Jon, talking about him and his life. Other cult members are intermittently watching from afar or constructing accidental encounters with him. Gerry knows, the cult knows, that Jon isn't close to many people, but he is close to Georgie. (Behind the scenes, much drama about Being Friends With Your Ex, debating if Georgie is something like a saint due to proximity and friendliness with Jon or the worst because she blasphemously broke up with him (it was a mutually decided breakup, but they sooo don't care.)) I think when they take Jon, they take all Jon accoutrements: if he's been there long enough that they got the planned cat, the cat comes with; Jon's books? coming with; Jon's clothes? favorite pieces come with, because Jonah has decided to be Weird about Jon's clothing and doesn't want too many Frightfully Normal clothes competing; Jon's bedding? he mentioned the Sensory Nightmare of finding replacement sheets that don't Cause Problems because of Texture to Gerry, so the bedding comes but is turned over to Jonah and Gertrude so they can determine what makes a good texture to Jon, RIP the kitty cat flannel sheets Georgie gave him as a half-joke birthday gift.

Georgie is the accessory that comes with your Jon doll. Georgie is coming to the cult. Georgie is having a Really Weird Time, because like... they don't have an endgame. People want to get close to her because of Jon- she doesn't blame Jon, but a lot of that S4 energy is coming out in reaction to other people, and probably results in one or two blowups at Jon rather than anyone else (escalating into a two-way shouting match because Jon is also having Big Emotions). Gerry's name is mud. Jonah, Regency weirdo extraordinaire, is Even Weirder about clothes for her. Jonah's kept up with The Fashion for men, because he needs to fit in on the outside. But a LOT of the time women raised in the cult spend on the outside is if someone is getting a degree to help the cult somehow, and like... you can just Do Whatever on a college campus. There was a guy at mine who wore a Union Soldier reproduction Civil War uniform all the time. It's fine if they look a bit odd, because they have the full time they're studying to figure out what professional attire etc look like.

When Jonah is weird about Jon's clothes, it's very deliberate; know the rules before you break them and such. Georgie gets fancied up for stuff like presenting them to the cult, but it's a hapless sort of weird. Her everyday cult wardrobe was picked out by a combination of Gerry and Gertrude, but Jonah's a control freak about the semi-regular Looking At Jon events. It's a mix of Back In My Day leftovers and whatever random bits of women's fashion he absorbed over the last 200 years. Like as far as underpinnings, we are absolutely not talking about anything more modern than a girdle. Creeper measurements gained while they're drugged or the Eye being able/deciding to share when Jonah wants them have not been used responsibly. Probably there is someone in London still making corsets for sale, if you look. Georgie is allowed to complain about a properly fitted corset, it's not stereotyping the past or being ignorant of how they work, it is actually a coercive and at least half-sexist situation for her. The only good news is that Jonah wants to focus on the event and Jon, so he just sics Sasha on her to play lady in waiting instead of becoming part of that process himself.

I don't think Georgie ever really forgives Gerry and co. All the S4 stuff with not acknowledging the intractability of the situation bc it's never spelled out in so many words and it's easier to be angry, it's safer to detach herself, it's frightening to think about how permanent this is, she doesn't have space to give grace to these people or read into the subtext of how little choice they have. Jon is kept separate from Georgie except for Good Behavior, he's in the thick of it and does not have a support system to be picky about. Georgie isn't operating in a place of fear, she can't, but Jon is. They end up being very careful about that conversation, because they're afraid of what'll happen to Georgie if she and Jon have a friendship breakup, they know and trust each other to be ride or die (if out of touch Georgie lets Jon be a fugitive at her place current daily presence Georgie is not going to let something she knows is not at ALL Jon's fault change that) but having an audience means walking on eggshells. So I think Jon does his best to get over the betrayal and ends up sliding back into friendliness because it's the best of a bad lot, he will actually go insane otherwise. Georgie I don't think ends up at more than a stalemate with Sasha (who she sees a lot bc of the Jon inner circle she's The Girl and, again, Jonah's an old-fashioned weirdo). Jon agitates for more freedom for Georgie, but they're still trapped.

The other bright spot is that I don't think they lose the Stokers. Escape means getting BOTH of them out. Gerry lets on how futile getting in touch with the cops is in a Super Normal Non=Suspicious Way. Even if the cops were helpful, TARDIS bigger-on-the-inside secret building addition is not the kind of place you can get a search warrant for. If Georgie gets out on her own, no one is coming back for Jon (Jon tries to convince her to do it anyway), and if Jon escapes alone... he just can't. What would they do to Georgie? He knows, experiences and is increasingly aware, that Jonah can be vicious and petty. Georgie is not valuable on her own. Maybe she'd be fine, because they need bait to get Jon back, but "alive" is an awfully low bar when Jonah could use anything in Artefact Storage on her, can whittle ties to life down to the tiniest thread if he wants. The logistics are too complicated. If Danny breaks Jon out, he insists they go for Georgie and they don't make it out. They trip something, Jonah shows up, and the Stokers are saved by a) plausible deniability, Jon is cut off from everyone because of things like this, giving him things Jonah doesn't want him to have and b) Jon just like. hanging off the Stokers. All misgivings abandoned, Stokers is my best friend now.

So all in all I don't think it's better for Jon, it's just different.

#writing #tma #cult au #ink post #ink writing #ink fic #the whole thing is high key tragedy for gerry #he's as doomed as any hamlet or othello. he doesn't want this end but he isnt built to be able to do anything else #someone else might have connections or power or anything but he doesn't. he has himself and can trust no one else with his misgivings

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notes: gender neutral reader, modern/college au, scara might come off as ooc as everyone is human – 2.6k

a/n: hope u all like this chapter ^-^ normally by the end i was gonna shittalk tmi/cass clare books lol but decided to be civil... for now, each to their own or whatever ig

as far as you recall, yae miko was a big name in the publishing industry, as well as new book releases and what would become the next big hit and not.

with a smile that said up-to-no-good and a gaze that always seems to plan the next big thing, you cannot help but wonder if she had fingers in more areas than she displays, that the books just being a side gig and all.

well, she does have ei, she might have more of a say in their business than anyone else.

with her beauty and mystery, she was fascinating to see, to observe from afar– and she certainly didn't attract you as the type to organize a charity out of her good will.

with the clock ticking, you give your outfit one last glance in the mirror. not too fancy or basic, balanced enough. you can only hope the entrance to the venue won't be filled with press and paparazzi. before you can decide on a way to get to the meeting place however, you hear a car slow down by the house, and a door that closes shut and a knock to follow.

you're by the door before your name is called out. and by the entrance, stands kunikuzushi in all his might and glory.

tailored suit hugging him just right, the colors bringing out his eyes and face even without a light hitting his face, and his signature red eye shadow a stronger pigment– creating a wonderful contrast with how dark he looks.

he looks rather attractive, you had to admit, but your brain too busy on another question entirely, you blurt out before you can help it: "what are you doing here?"

resting a hand on his hip and shifting his weight to one foot, he tsks, "figured it'd be better to pick you up myself, in case you are late." "when have you ever seen me be late to something!" you snap back.

your sudden raise of volume is only met with a raised brow, daring you 'do you want me to start listing?'. rolling your eyes, you walk back to your room, "whatever. i'll be back in a minute." and with it, you leave him by the door.

not inviting him in the meantime might've been one of the pettiest things you've done, but if that's all you can come up with in the moment, so be it. better to make him suffer before you suffer yourself throughout the night.

the evening begins rather ...quiet, or so he thinks.

so far everyone is mingling with those they know or want to impress, one by one.

the two of you stick to each other, your eyes roam the room, faces, drinks and occasionally your phone, yet you do not seem bored. he isn't sure why he feels relieved at the realization.

scaramouche's eyes dart up to you once again.

you wore indigo as he requested. the color suits you, better than he expected, but you look even better when your arms are linked, he thinks. there is a little effort put into your appearance, but not much enough to be noticed by those who do not see you on a regular basis. and the outfit you're wearing doesn't help him at all, the neckline wide and open, offering a generous view to your upper chest and collarbones, a view that dares the passerbyers to have a touch and see exactly how soft your skin must be–

before his train of thoughts can proceed further, he shakes his head.

great, just what he needed on his plate, as if the pile surpassing his height already was not sufficient enough.

getting a glass from a tray offered to the both of you, you take a sip as he watches. you settle for a glare when you feel his eyes on you, kuni on the other hand, seems unfazed about getting caught staring.

as more people begin to enter, you decide to take a stroll.

maybe it's the activity coming from your end that alerts people but soon after taking few steps, people start to approach the two of you, making small talk.

kuni is quick to kill the conversation before it can even begin, not hiding his distasteful expressions when the person seems annoying to him. perhaps this was another reason yae miko asked him to bring a plus one, you assume, to balance out his hostility and not scare away the people, potential deals and whatnot.

most people do not seem to recognize you. the notion alone draws a relaxed sigh out of you. avoiding media and prioritizing privacy above all seems to have paid off just fine.

those who recognize you, or realize who you are if the conversation makes way for it, they are visibly shocked– more at the fact that you are attending with him and not on your mothers' behalf, you suppose.

few compliments here, talks of the weather and practiced laughs there, it carries on like any official event. at least the live music makes up for it, enjoying it whenever people leave you alone.

kunikuzushi for the most part, seems same as always. bored, irritated, muttering behind people, or to their faces if they're a little too daring. though you got to admit, his mutterings are on point and easily get you to laugh.

he seems to have an eye for fashion and latest trends, this helps you realize. how he can easily spot when someone dressed in a certain way to draw attention, to appear important or well off. "she should've placed a mop on herself rather than wearing that waste of fabric. it'd cost a lot less at least." "and what about this guy, going on about the same topic for hours to anyone he sees. looks like it's all he could practice to be the smart guy of the night." "look out, wannabe peacock has spotted us again, here-" he grabs your hand and walks behind a group of people, using them as a quick cover to blend in and find a new corner to retreat.

the evening filled with pretentious faces serves as a wonderful reminder why you always avoided this.

at least you’re not alone for the night, much to your fears, kuni does entertain you throughout the night.

despite your clear displays of wishing to be left alone, another pompous guy who looks to be thinking highly about himself approaches you, looking eager to talk– though with kuni or yourself you’re unsure.

a nod of recognition and respect directed at the two of you, you just offer an empty smile, not exactly paying attention to his words. “…stand out like a fine rose.”

the sudden tightening of kuni’s hand on you startles you yet you don’t show.

great, is he trying to flirt with you now? suck up to you in hopes of getting a good deal with ningguang? gross. as amusing as it can be, desperate acts such as this one often left a sour taste on scaramouche’s tongue.

his eyes dart to your face, gauging your reaction. you decide on a dry chuckle.

“thank you for your kind words. however I believe standing out is no mere issue when it is but a garden of pebbles and rocks.” you say with a strained smile, ‘when will you leave?’ written all over your face.

the man lets out a loud laugh as if you just said the most hilarious thing on earth and not compare him to a pebble.

“now if you’d excuse us…” you nudge kuni with your elbow and walk away before he can get in another word.

opting to ignore the scowl one his face, you look up and examine the décor of the venue.

the orchestra begins another song, much calmer than the ones they’ve played so far.

with a quick look, you can see everyone unwinding with it, volumes of the conversations dropping, everyone taking few seconds longer just to breathe.

a quick glance his way displays kuni to be somewhat at ease. the crease between his brows is gone, with closed eyes and crossed arms he stands there like a realistic statue.

“so, a charity huh?” you decide this might be a good opportunity as any to strike a mindless conversation– so the two of you can look busy from the outside, and whatever petty headspace he got himself stuck, he may get out of it.

“what was the cause for again, i don’t recall you telling.”

opening one eye, kuni shoots you a glance. it’s obvious what you’re trying to do, and frankly, you’re not that good at it.

“to show off the latest big designer she snatched i suppose.” he shrugs then raises an arm, twirling his hand as if pushing away a thought. "officially, i suppose it's for the flood that took place in liyue recently."

"oh, i see." though it had been over some time ago, the after effects of the flood remained, amounting to four times the work for your mother and seven times the headache.

"don't think it's out of the goodness of her heart or anything though. one of her big hit author's hails from there. pleasantries.”

at the sudden snort coming from your direction, he whips his head your way, only to see the back of your hand against your mouth.

“sorry-“ you start giggling, “i thought something similar but was keeping silent since she is your mother and all,” another giggle follows, shoulders scrunched up and eyes squeezed. with the tint you got on your cheek from alcohol and laughing like this, you make quite the view, he muses.

“miss pink vixen being married to ei doesn’t hold any weight for me. well, go on then, let's hear that thought.” he talks about yae in a sharp tone but his tone shifts into ‘amused’.

“ah, well,” now that you’re thinking about it, it still feels like you’re talking out of place here. no matter how he sees her, or how close they are.

tilting his head forward, he initiates for you to continue.

“it was about how the only thing she seems interested in is herself… and your mother i suppose.” you say the last part with a lower voice, still close enough to him so he can hear crystal clear.

eyes widening for a second and returning to their normal, kuni bursts into laughter, clutching his stomach with shaky shoulders. after wiping off a fake tear, or perhaps not, he meets your eyes "that's certainly a way of putting it, yes."

now that the evening has calmed and fit into a routine of sorts, people do not come off as enthusiastic and eager as they once were. though few still seem to wish to try their chances with you, a rather sharp gaze from kuni scares them off. if looks could kill, or however the saying goes, you suppose.

tapping your foot in sync with the music can only do so much, you can feel yourself growing more and more uneasy like an outdoor cat stuck in a wardrobe of sorts. maybe you should go for another glass after you’re finished with this one. maybe you’ve had too much already.

“hey, i couldn’t help to notice–” kuni raises an eyebrow at you, you’re not usually this loud when talking, nor this forward, are you?

seeing he makes no move to stop you, you carry on with your words. “how come you only call your mothers by their names?” it has been eating at you for a while now, and with the entire night hearing only ‘yae’ and nothing else, it just… stuck out.

crossing arms before him and shifting his weight, kuni gives you a look over and only settles for a shrug. couldn’t he have said ‘i don’t know’ like a normal person? that is… if the shrug equaled that.

eyes cast to the side, and back to his form, you open your mouth but he steals the words out of you. a hand over his forehead, he sighs. “look, if you’re gonna say something about how the way we interact worsens the tension we have going, do not bother. yae and i… we have a bond based on mutual hatred, or so to speak. we play along if we must, and that’s it.”

clashing personalities, is all you can muster from his words. both to their own agendas, to benefit their own, if it works, good for them– it’s just not the type of family dynamic you’ve grown up in.

maybe it’s best to leave it at that, you don’t want the air to get any thicker, not when he has been your support throughout the night.

throwing your head back and downing the rest of your glass, you give another look-around, notice how some faces gleam when they make eye contact and roll your eyes.

letting out a dry chuckle, you speak with a strained smile, furrowing your brows. "for fuck's sake, if another old geezer attempts to walk up and flirt, i will follow in your steps and cause a scandal myself."

at your words, he seems rather amused. leaning in towards you in a swift motion, standing close, too close, he tilts his head to the side slightly.

"my my, such vulgar words don't suit a pretty mouth like yours."

his words catch you offguard, he catches you offguard, with his breath almost mixing with yours and that expression of delight written all over his face, all you can do is stare in a poorly hidden bewilderment, mouth pulled into a thin line.

content with your lack of reply, he pulls back. “come on, let's bail. we’ve paid for sins of a thousand already.”

with a shrug you follow, only for your feet to come to a halt when yae sends a look your way, her signature smirk present, saying something along the lines of promising young adult books, her darling son making a speech and something about his favorites…

you don’t need kuni to turn around to see his expression of dread and annoyance, you can imagine it vividly.

you can hear him mutter ‘that damn vixen…’ and a series of curses to follow.

one of yae’s assistants approach the two of you to inform that he will be on stage in 5, that he needs to say a little here and there regarding the young adult genre as of late, drop a name to be his favorite and elaborate a little on that.

with each word the assistant speaks, kuni’s scowl turns more sour.

pulling out his phone and typing in hastily, you assume to see what the latest releases have been, you give a look around, and try to think.

“got it!” you suddenly yell with open hands. kuni glares at you with a mix of expressions: “what are yo-” “a legend of sword.” you shut him off.

“the what now? what does that liyuan book have to do with this?” he questions. letting out a sigh, you rest your hands on your hips. “namedrop that one. it fits the genre and is not a typical young adult cliche like the others– or so i’ve heard.” to your explanation, he doesn’t seem impressed one bit.

“or do you want to say your favorite is one of those weird wattpad novels?” you press on, with a scoff kuni pockets his phone and rolls his eyes. “in return, you better come up with a decent place to go once i am done.” he pokes you on the shoulder.

“trust me. see you on the other side.” with a wave, you walk away to find a good spot among the crowd.

a video or few snaps with awful filters cannot hurt. and hey, decent fun, say, at a playground or a park, should count as decent, no? it’s not like he specified after all.

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'The Beach'

Okay, the challenge of saying something new about The Beach is so daunting. I'm just going to focus on how many Jerk Points Zuko is going to tally up here. :)

First of all, I think we should really appreciate the mere fact that this episode even exists. A whole episode devoted almost exclusively to the Fire Nation kids? An episode that showed Azula not as a scary conqueror but as a troubled teenage girl? I don't know about you guys, but this episode was everything I ever wanted, but never dared to even dream that it could happen. <3

Alright, I get Zuko's mood throughout this episode. He's home, but he still doesn't feel like he's earned his father's love and respect. In fact, Ozai is sidelining him, and Zuko is taking it hard. (Fact: Ozai is sidelining Azula as well, but Zuko is too busy making everything about himself to notice. Speculation: Azula is not as chill about it as she lets on.) So, I understand Zuko's surliness in this episode and I totally sympathize. However! He is taking it out on the dangerous ladies and that is a big no-no in my book. So, Zuko should get ready for a heap of Jerk Points for this episode.

I honestly love Azula stomping on the sand castle and chasing off those kids. It’s a kind of establishing your dominance / conquering the beach queen move I totally expect from Azula.

Okay, Zuko losing his shit about Mai not liking his stupid seashell gift? Chill, Zuko. Could this boy be any more tightly strung? How about trying to find out what your girlfriend actually likes, Zuzu? Would that be an idea? As you ponder about that, here are 20 Jerk Points.

I love how Azula is bored until she spots the opportunity to conquer something or someone - this time in kuai ball. Also, I honestly laughed out loud at the way Zuko disrobed with such a dramatic flair. Dude, you are... too much. <3 Also, yeah, I think your opposition has been sufficiently destroyed, Azula... including the net, and the playing field. <3 It's almost like the real competition is between the Fire siblings about which one of them is more dramatic.

omg it's Chan and Ruon-Jian! You know what... from the first moment they enter the scene, I feel completely validated about the way I've been writing them. These two just give off such 'jocks so stupid that they need help dressing themselves' vibe that it is overwhelming. Case in point: you're throwing a party, and come across a girl like Azula on the beach... and she has to forcefully ask to be invited? What the hell is wrong with these two idiots?

Azula's ‘flirting’ is pretty legendary already, I see no reason to revisit that subject. And while we’re talking about the party, let’s just grab the bull by the horns and address the entire scene that leads up to the kiss with Chan.

I only have this to say. In the next update of Oxford dictionary, this shot of Azula will be next to the definition of compulsive heterosexuality. And sure, I understand that the scene can be interpreted differently. Just because I think Azula is clearly a lesbian, doesn’t mean I want to force this opinion on everyone else. I’ve always been a very strong defender of people’s rights to be wrong.

So, I have been having doubts about the way I've been writing Zuko in my ATLA/Life is Strange AU crossover, but after watching how Zuko behaves during the party? Hell no, Zuko flying off the handle and losing his shit at the slightest provocation is totally in character. Homoerotic obsession with Ruon-Jian, crazy possessiveness, picking fights, insulting his girlfriend. Yeah, guys, maybe don't invite Zuko to your parties. 60 Jerk Points.

And like... the scenes at the old family home are touching, as is Azula leaving the party to seek him out and offer her own brand of comfort <3 When it comes to the campfire scenes, I think my favorite moment is the dangerous ladies forcing Zuko to admit that he's angry at himself. I think these moments have been overanalyzed and countless essays written about them, so I won't go into depth here. This whole episode, and the campfire scene in particular, is like a treasure trove of Fire Teens characterization and it has given us so much to speculate and draw upon. Truly a fantastic episode. Oh, and I'll just give Zuko 40 more Jerk Points, mostly for being horrible to Ty Lee and never apologizing.

Also I guess the Gaang were in this too, I don't have anything to say about that, I guess I'll give Aang 10 Jerk Points for foolishly blowing their cover, but also I'm not like mad at him or anything, it was just a childish moment.

Jerk Points for Book 3:

Zuko - 410 Aang – 100 Hide - 80 Sokka, King Kuei - 60

#my atla rewatch #atla book 3 #the beach

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So I've thought a little bit more about Subahibi. Some of my opinions have changes while others have solidified. Its definitely a visual novel that invites the reader to come to their own conclusion about whats happening and yeah, I think I'm gonna do just that.

I still don't accept the simple message of "Live Happily" from this VN. To me it just doesn't make sense if you even begin to think about what happened in the first half.

But then I realized a crucial detail that I was missing. Perspectives. Each chapter is told in an individual character's perspective. There is no solid information given in Subahibi. Only interpretations through another character's lens. The only way we can confirm the existence is something is if it's consistent enough with multiple accounts.

By the end of Subahibi we are still locked to someone perspective. That being Tomosane. In the end what the reader takes away from him is to "Live Happily."

As a core message, this fails for reasons I've already went on and on about. But then I stopped and considered. What if this wasn't the story itself trying to relay a message, but rather the advice from a cast of characters with heavy survivorship bias.

That's when everything made sense to me. The character we're left with by the end of the story are more or less completely uninvolved with the characters we came to knew in the first half. Tomosane doesn't know anything about Zakuro. Hasaki never really got to know the Takuji her brother ended up becoming. Yuki never even got a chance to meet anyone who atteneded Kita high school

They don't know the suffering of the characters who didn't survive. They only know their own and their own recovery. Living Happily worked in their situation and that's the advice they had to relay.

From that viewpoint, that message makes complete sense. I can accept that. But it just brings up probably the biggest issue I have with the story.

The first half and second half of Subahibi are almost completely unrelated.

Subahibi is a remake of a 1997 visual novel called Tsui no Sora that more or less follows the same story beats as the first half. So basically the original plot was written without what would become the second half of Subahibi in mind. And yeah it really shows.

Everything in the first half of Subahibi that relates to the second half just feels like a convenient excuse. The story tries to make the viewer think "Ooooo does this story have supernatural elements? Or maybe it's all just mental illness oooooo~"

The story really wants to throw me for a loop and I'm just not buying it because the fact that the whole Supernatural or Mental dilemma exists at tells me all I need to know.

Because the thing is. Everything that could possibly be the work of some kind of super wacky magic powers just make more sense when you frame them in a more human lens.

Was Mamiya really possessed by his deceased brother or is it just years of abuse and being forced to take on the image of his dead brother that destroyed his mental state and sense of self?

It just seems like a no-brainer to me. Why would you even attempt to insert the idea that supernatural magic can be involved when the explanation already provided is sufficient and realistic enough?

Did the trauma Mamiya experience cause him to develop DID or was it just Yuki and his original soul inhabiting his body the whole time?

Again. In this context the more fantastical option just makes less sense. The whole "magic" aspect is never expanded or developed enough to make me believe that this could even be a possibility in this world as opposed to trauma and mental illness which the first half of the story heavily focuses on.

My main issue with the second half of the story is just the fact that all it's attempts to connect and relate to the first half feel completely out of place. It pretends that its trying to throw some interesting questions at you to ponder about when in reality every question it brings up has already been logically explained in the first half.

It all just feels like a convenient excuse to distract the viewer from realizing that the second half practically throws everything you already know in the garbage and desperately tries to confuse you in hopes you won't notice. None of the characters we leave off with have anything to do with the characters we start off with.

Mamiya Takuji? Completely retconned. Despite being a whole person with thoughts and desires his entire character is wiped and never mentioned again. If we look at this from a completely realistic lens. His trauma is completely wiped cleaned and his cured from all mental illness. He doesn't get to improve as person or recover, he just reverts back to the younger version except with all the knowledge of someone of his current age. It doesn't make sense.

So let's look at this from the magic supernatural lens. His personality is wiped because it's actually his evil dead brother that's possessing his body and eventually he comes back and make the evil spirit go away!

None of these ideas are thoughtfully developed and one explanation shows gaping holes in the writing while the other is a more feel good quick excuse that tells the viewer not to dwell on it too much. Either way they both accomplish the same goal of completely writing out one of the most important characters to the first half so they can loosely connect him to the "true" protagonist of the second half.

How about Zakuro? She's a pretty integral character in the first half. She more or less kickstarts the plot so what's up with her? Despite being deceased her presence is heavy in the narrative and ends up effecting a good amount of the characters. So what do they do with her in the second half? Nothing? Absolutely nothing? Cool!

Like I get it. In the end her death wasn't anything more than just that. She lived and she died but the characters inflate her existence into something more even though she was mostly ignored while she was living. She wasn't a God or a savior. She was just a girl and that's fine.

The issue is that by the second half her entire existence has become irrelevant. None of the characters we follow know anything about her other than the fact that her suicide was the catalyst to all of this.

We never get a follow up on what really happened afterwards. It's implied she still has a family out there but they never make themselves known. Apparently it was a huge thing in the news but this is only mentioned in a passing statement. Despite it having an impact on so many people the cast we're left with barely acknowledges it.

Yuki is a whole character I genuinely don't even feel like going in depth into. Apparently she exists because Takuji wanted the ideal version of himself to be the only version of himself and in order to do that the old Yuki would be replaced by this new one who had the same personality but none of the memories and this had to happen because...reasons.

Her character really is just the most convenient excuse as to why the Yuki we end up seeing in the second half doesn't align with the first one we see. Once again she's just another character that very loosely relates to the second half and is quickly written out of the story when convenient.

The ending of Subahibi resolves all its conflict by writing out all the characters that were involved in the conflict. The conflict can't exist without the characters driving the story so how do you come to a resolution? Just remove them. Make them irrelevant. Takuji was obliterated from existence. Zakuro was forgotten. Yuki just stopped being relevant. So of course the characters in the second half got their happy ending. They were barely involved with the events that happened.

So in the end what do they have to say about everything that transpired? A simple message that has nothing to do with the events that actually occurred.

There is a third ending though. It's very vague and the most popular interpretations of it is that Ayana is somehow the ruler of this universe. Whether it be her dream, she's God disguised as a human, or she's the writer's self insert. It intentionally invites the viewer to come to their own conclusion about what all of this really is. And you know what? Yeah. I like it.

I feel it's way more in line with the themes Subahibi was trying to present than any forced happy ending for characters who could matter less. For a story like this, yeah.

I've seen a huge split between people who feel like the story dragged on and picked up in the second half and people who thought the story was interesting in the first half and fell off it the second. I'm not surprise there's such a divide because they are fundamentally two different stories with a very small convenient thread connecting them

I never really mentioned how I feel about the second half's narrative on it's own. I think it's alright for what is is. But of course it's greatly held back by the fact that it's trying to tell a story by hijacking another one. It's at its best when it doesn't even try to connect the two.

idk idk these are my thoughts. maybe they'll change again but I feel pretty solid on this

#sbhb diary #long ass essay part TWO

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dumbledoresthroughndthrough · 1 year

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Does anyone else ever think about how Harry & Albus'relationship might have developed had Albus not died that night? (And by extension, had Albus not been dying at all)

Like, consider what they had been through together that evening within the cave. That sort of thing really brings people closer. A shared trauma. Harry witnessed Albus at his absolute most vulnerable (to that point), something which cannot be said by many in my opinion.

I'd like to think that Albus invited Harry to his office one evening, not too long after, once Albus had sufficiently recovered for the effects of the potion.

Harry doesn't know what to expect, but he's pleasantly surprised when his Headmaster suggests they move to the couches behind his desk, and he summons some warm Butterbeers for them both.

And it's there at Albus delves into what he had experienced when he drank the potion. Harry listens intently, a great sympathy falling over him when Albus mentions the death of his sister while they were both teenagers. And that it was her death with had plagued him that night.

Harry thinks to ask why, but decides not to, considering that had the Headmaster wanted to tell him, he would have. Instead Harry takes comfort in the fact that Dumbledore had shared this much with him. He now knows that they have both lost loved ones, and after Albus reveals that the death of his sister happened in Godric's Hollow, Harry cannot help but ask if maybe they could both go someday. To visit the graves of their loved ones. Harry for the very first time.

And Harry thinks that this would be fitting, sharing that moment with his greatest mentor. Albus tells Harry that he will consider it, mentioning that it might not be the safest place for Harry to go to at the moment. Harry brings up... "Hermione told me, first year, that Voldemort could never touch me while, not while I had you to keep me safe."

"While I am touched by the display of loyalty by yourself and Miss Granger, Harry, Tom has indeed managed to touch and hurt you under my watch."

Harry considers this for a moment, "Yeah because he pulled strings to separate us, but you were always there when it really counted.

First year, you rushed to my aid after my battle with Quirrell and Voldemort, after he had lured you out of the castle. I remember seeing your glasses as I lost consciousness. You carried me to the Hospital Wing.

Second year, you sent Fawkes to help me, giving me the option to wield the Sword. To know you had so much faith in me, it meant a lot.

Third year, you gave me the chance to discover who Sirius was for myself, but still took measures to make sure I'd be safe. And then you let me save Sirius when it turned out he didn't want to kill me after all.

Fourth year, when I was in the graveyard and mine and Voldemort's wands connected, I could hear the sound of the Phoenix song. And it reminded me of you. It filled me with hope and gave me strength to keep fighting. A voice even told me to not give up.

Fifth year...well, that's more complicated as you know. But I understand that all you did last year was to keep me safe. And when all I wanted to do was rage at you, you stood there and let me. You gave me a safe space - to let out all of the hurt and anger and confusion I'd felt all year. And of course on top of that, the grief from losing Sirius.

And, and well, this year, when you came to pick me up from the Dursley's... you gave me my first proper drink of alcohol. I mean, you didn't have to do that, but you did and while that might seem trivial, it made feel warm in more ways than one. And then you told Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon off... Professor, I don't think you know what that meant to me.

My point is, no matter what Voldemort has done, no matter what hell my life is at the time, I've never felt more safe, more cared for, than to know you're there watching over me."

Albus sat there listening in silent growing awe as Harry spilled out his heart, and similar to earlier in the year, he finds himself with tears in his eyes. He cannot believe how much Harry holds in high regard. But he is incredibly touched.

"Thank you, Harry. I am, once again, very touched by your words. You are extraordinarily kind. Perhaps we can visit Godric's Hollow before you turn 17. Consider it my birthday gift to you. It would be my highest honour."

(part one)

#harry and dumbledore #sorry i rambled like crazy there #i just have so many thoughts and ideas in my head #harry potter #pro albus dumbledore #what if scenarios #meta #is it?#headcanon #just my thoughts and ramblings #please do interact #i like to see other people's opinions

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xaracosmia · 26 days

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO NEFE COSMIA, DAN HENG. 🌓

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: athiel age: 27 pronouns: they/them ooc contact: @moonless_gown on twitter other characters in xc: none

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: Dan Heng age: no older than 200, looks 20+* pronouns: he/him primarily, any series: Honkai Star Rail canon point: Post Xianzhou Luofu app triggers: identity issues, incarceration, implied child abuse/neglect, canon-typical violence

personality: Cutting an aloof and reserved figure, the guard and archivist of the Astral Express seems the type to prefer his own company in comparison to that of others. Reticent almost to a fault, Dan Heng’s loner tendencies shapes how he conducts himself in daily life – he often needs to be cajoled or invited to things, remains silent unless spoken to, and keeps to his own quarters when his presence is not expected. His self sufficiency also has him take an independent stance towards solving issues, without considering he could ask for help.

Yet, paradoxically, the “lone wolf” moniker doesn't quite fit the bill. When called for, Dan Heng is more than willing to be cooperative, offering his strengths to others for tasks he knows he or they will be unable to do alone. He freely shares his considerations on situations when asked and becomes notably animated in his modest way when sharing knowledge, speaking at length on topics of interest and making notes on the subject for the others’ easy perusal. All these acts are delivered earnestly too; it does not pain him to offer his help, and he doesn't complain while he does it, even-keeled to the end.

Within this seeming balance between aloof and care, Dan Heng's intentions can seem a little blurred. Perhaps Dan Heng doesn't know how to soften himself completely for others, used to putting up a front as creatures do to hide any injury. Or maybe it is intentional, with him unwilling to leave his soft underbelly exposed and devoured by beast and sentiment alike. Either way, it is undeniable that sincere intent forms a basis for his actions, even if the person himself is unwilling to divulge. After all, his commitment to others despite his attempt to distance himself can be seen in how he readily throws himself into danger to act as the stalwart guard.

Dan Heng is also the fastidious sort and decisive in his ways. Even the things he falters first on at first always leads to a conclusion he clings on to like a vice. This can also be seen in how he focuses on things – with precision and an intent bordering obsession. While an understated aspect of Dan Heng, it remains in the undertow, surfacing rarely but never completely absent.

something your muse struggles with: has the emotional intelligence of a raisin. *vine boom* can be avoidant at his worst. *vine boom* identity issues up to the gills

your muse’s greatest strength: reliable, well-read, loyal, and self-sufficient

history / background:

The figure known as Dan Heng only knew what sunlight felt like the moment he was banished from his homeworldship.

Reborn within unbearably cold darkness, Dan Heng spent his youth locked away within the deepest levels of a prison for criminals most heinous. Chained for a sin committed in a previous life, Dan Heng only knew of scorn from those around him, his sole escape in the form of educational materials, the books showing him little scraps of the outside. The pain of this experience was etched into his bones, making his subsequent eternal banishment taste almost sweet. Armed with a spear in his hand and what little knowledge of the universe drilled into his brain, the freedom he had for once granted him brief reprieve from the ramifications of a past half remembered.

Half remembered does not mean forgotten, however, and he remains trapped within the faint shadow of that someone else and their mistakes, feeling that power crawl under his skin, constantly seeking to overwhelm him. Then, as he hopped from ship to ship, another much more physical, much more vicious shadow hunts him, demanding retribution for the actions of that someone else with his life. He is chased no matter where he steps, devastation marking each meeting, temporary death marking each parting.

It is so easy then, to grow the seed of resentment planted within him from birth. Resent that someone else, that past that should have nothing to do with him, but haunts him in half remembered dreams and nightmares. Easy in turn to yearn for his life to be his own, for any joy or anger pointed his way to be a result of his own actions, how own mistakes.

To be seen as Dan Heng, and no one else.

Eventually, he finds a measure of it, coming into contact with a group called the Nameless. Traversing the star rail on a vehicle known as the Astral Express, the Nameless work to reignite the path of the Trailblaze, reconnecting places and people from far flung places once more. He is invited on board by its stalwart navigator to be a guard and archivist, and has since not left, tentatively finding solace in people with pasts as strange and unknown as his.

Even with the vastness of the universe before him, however, interwoven fates threaded his path back to the place of his rebirth. Initially reluctant to board due to his banishment, Dan Heng is moved to enter the Xianzhou Luofu worldship once again to ensure the safety of his companions from a certain physical shadow. It sets off a chain of events that, once braided together, pushed Dan Heng to confront many such shadows of the past and accept all burdens that entailed.

Yet these events would steel him further, reforged anew and standing tall on his two feet, trailblazing his own path onward outside of anyone’s shadow.

powers / abilities:

Cloudhymn: A hydrokinetic art form practiced by the vidyadhara people that requires painstaking practice to use. Vidyadhara high elders are notably gifted in the art, with Dan Heng capable of using it to manipulate water into different shapes and forms, control the weather, part the seas and keep them apart for an extended period, despite having no formal education. Much more refined use of cloudhymns in the use of healing arts are also possible, though they are currently outside of Dan Heng’s reach.

With full access to his cloudhymn magic, Dan Heng is also able to shift between his “human” guise and vidyadhara forms. Though he prefers and naturally folds into his human guise more often than not.

Wind Affinity: Dan Heng has some control over wind. It's a weaker extension of his cloudhymns, mostly incorporated within spear techniques to slow enemies, sharpen the blade, and leave gales that shred at the body for a limited time. His control over it is otherwise rudimentary, especially when his cloudhymns are suppressed by any means.

Imaginary Affinity: The main element that suffuses their cloudhymns. In battle, the Imaginary element can ‘slow time’ and ‘imprison’ enemies, slowing them down and shackling them to that point for a brief moment. This element is also limited to when they fully remove the cap on their powers.

By grasping and channeling cloudhymns through concentration, Dan Heng is able to launch several different strikes of varying strength. The more powerful the strike, the more energy and focus required. The following describes these strikes in detail.

BENEFICENT LOTUS - Using slight focus, Dan Heng strikes a single target twice. This light attack does not drain Dan Heng at all.

TRANSCENDENCE - He strikes a single target thrice at increased strength. Mild drain on strength.

DIVINE SPEAR - Using cloudhymns he creates a spear that rains his power down on enemies, striking one and splashing against two others. Uses significantly more energy.

FULGURANT LEAP - Dan Heng unleashes a large column of cloudhymns to strike at three targets, damaging them with a total of 7 powerful strikes. FULGURANT LEAP cannot be used consecutively as it can be tiring to fire off.

AZURE’S AQUA ABLUTES ALL - Dan Heng draws in the full Destructive might of his draconic cloudhymns, conjuring a dragon the size of a skyscraper to rend up to three targets asunder. After completing this attack, Dan Heng is inundated with power, and is able to use DIVINE SPEAR without feeling any drain, or an equivalent feat with their cloudhymn.

inherent abilities:

Vidyadhara Biology: Dan Heng is a vidyadhara – a long-life species capable of physically reincarnating their body once they reach old age or receive grievous injury. Dan Heng has the potential to live as long as 800 years old unless he gets his ass whooped so severely he is unable to turn into an egg.

Spearmanship: Dan Heng is well-practiced with a spear, the skill honed through rough experience, built on lingering muscle memory.

items / weapons:

Cloud-Piercer: A beautiful spear forged by the incredible hand of a master craftsman. They have unfinished business with said person.

Arm Bracer: One half of a duo. Warmth trickles in from the other side like a phantom companion, his only one until the Express.

starting ability: Wind Affinity starting item: Cloud-Piercer

extra:

*HC time. There is a large period of time between the Sedition, Dan Feng’s subsequent forced moulting rebirth and Dan Heng’s banishment that is not clearly outlined. Working with said general timeline of 700 hundred years and the understanding that vidyadhara age slowly (As per xianzhou native time) I'm going with the assumption that Dan Feng was held for some time before being forced through rebirth, spent a long time as an egg, and when Dan Heng hatched, he spent a while in prison until he was banished, receiving education and such during this time. So he is around the 100-200 range.

His bad habit of rolling soft-cover books into a scroll shape probably banished him from some planet's libraries. Will he stop? No.

“I'm probably non binary but I'm too busy running away from this guy who wants to kill me to think about it.” - states local reincarnating dragon whose race is full of people who can hatch as different genders when they come back. He will figure it out, trust

discord id: unfurlinglotus passcode: WELCOME BACK ATHIEL !!!!

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