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romanarose · 2 years

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Fucker Notices Everything

Marc X Reader

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Drabble Summary: A sound triggers you in a small way, but Marc still noticed.

This was supposed to be like, 2 paragraphs, but I'm incapable of sticking to lengths I initially intent to write. Oh well. Just wanted to write a short lil something with my baby boy Marc.

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You lay in Marc’s arms, listening to the sounds of the outside lulling you to sleep. The night was cool, but you liked the windows open. The two of you had taken a little trip, just out of the city, to a simple hotel in the suburbs. Just to do something different. He held you close, fingers training your body in your warm PJ’s. You had packed sexier lingerie, but the night was so peaceful, you wanted to keep the windows open. This, of course, meant it was too cold to dress like that. Luckily, Marc thought you were sexy in your Star Wars themed pajamas, and anything else you wore. He couldn't keep his eyes off you, and he wouldn't take his hands off you if you’d let him.

You wondered how you possibly found someone like his, someone who was so in love… your whole life you were taught to settle. That men were something you were supposed to chase, that you should be so lucky if they looked at you. But Marc? Marc chased you. You never even considered him someone that was possible outside your fantasies, well, look at him! And yet, somehow, you found yourself the object of his interest. Slowly but surely, you allowed yourself to believe it, and he proved his love to you again, and again, and again.

You were deep in thought, and pretty sure Marc was asleep, when you heard it. A motorcycle outside. You briefly, and ever-so slightly tensed and then relaxed as it continued on down the road. You still your heart rate back down, and continue falling asleep. No big deal, it happens sometimes. You usually don’t notice, with all the sounds of the city surrounding you, but it was quieter here. Nevertheless, it comes and it goes.

“What was that?”

You wince. Marc. Of course he noticed. Fucker notices everything.

You play dumb. “What was what?”

He’s spooning you, arms wrapped around your chest, face in your neck. “You tensed.” He’s sleepy, but painfully aware. As always.

“I was just stretching my back…” A bad lie.

“Sweetheart, please. I felt your heart rate pick up.” Fucker really notices everything… You turn over, letting him hold you as you look into his eyes. They were big, brown, and compelling, even half asleep. “Talk to me, please?”

You sigh. It was hard to deny him. It wasn’t that you were hiding it, necessarily, but Marc was a fixer, and this couldn’t be fixed. This… wasn’t a big deal. But he wanted to know, and you couldn't say no to those eyes, not for something as small as this. “My dad rode a motorcycle.” His concerned look softened in understanding. But he kept giving you that face, so you continued “Since he worked evenings, he’d come home when I was usually in bed. I was almost always up.” Marc knew that you slept painfully little as a kid. “We’d have our windows open any chance we had to save money, and my town was so fucking quiet, I could hear him from miles out. And I just pile listen to him come on 9th, turn onto our street, come up the drive and shut the bike off, hear him open the the door and then it just depended on the day whether he’d go watch TV or start slamming things or yelling…” You bury your face in his chest as he holds you tighter. Marc knew of your chaotic and tense home life, this wasn’t new. And likewise, you knew of his abuse. “So when I hear a motorcycle go by at night, it just… I don’t want to say triggers me… but it does. But it’s silly and it just comes and passes super fast. I promise…” You look at him again, wanting to reassure him. “It’s not a big deal, and I promise to tell you if it ever is, okay?”

He studies your face for a while, seeing if you were hiding yourself from him or downplaying something upsetting. He nods. “Okay. If you’re sure.. and I don’t think it’s silly, baby.”

You smile and kiss him, happy he believes your truth, and you settle into his arms. He lays on his back to allow you to rest your head on him. You were starting to learn that not only was honesty best with Marc, but you were safe in your honesty. If you had a bad day for the 4th time this week, you could tell him and he wouldn't say you were dramatic or ask if you were on your period. You could tell him to slow down or stop during sex at any time, for any reason, and he would never show the slightest sign of being annoyed. You could be honest about your past, and in return, he was honest with you. There weren't secrets. And when two people come from the background you and Marc have, openness is key. There is a comfortable silence, happy and in love.

“Wine bottle cork.” A sleepy, soft voice speaks above you. You look up to face him, but his eyes are closed. You watch his beautiful mouth, lit by the moon, as he continues, spurred on by your silence. He was muttering, voice slightly slurred by the sleep that pulled at him. “When the corks in wine bottles get popped off, it startles me. Makes me think of my mom. She drank about everything, but wine had a distinct sound.”

You carefully touch his face, the start of stubble on his pretty, perfect, brown skin. Your heart hurt, and you wished you had paid better attention. You wished you had noticed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugged, eyes still closed, chest steadily rising and falling under you. “You like wine.”

“Oh honey…” You swore to yourself, no more wine with corks. Twist off wine only. Fine by you, Stella Rosa is great.

“The point is, I get it. It’ll startle me for a moment, then I’ll be fine.” A smaller shrug this time. “I guess we’ll always be this way, to a certain extent.”

“Yeah.” You kiss between his pecs. “But if I ever need help, I got you. So I’ll be okay.”

He gives your arms where his hand was resting a squeeze “And I’ll be okay, as long as I got you, babe.” He sounded far off, drifting off into sleep. “You alright? Do I need to go break every motorcycle in the the city or anything?”

Despite the fact he was clearly almost asleep, you could hear the little bit of play in his voice and you didn’t doubt he’d do it if you asked. He’d do anything, if you asked. “I’m better than okay”

“Arighty.” He mumbles. Now you knew he was tired. He wouldn’t say ‘alrighty’ without a gun to his head. As always, he reassures you that you are safe. “You can sleep now. I got you.” You were pretty sure he fell asleep right then, a soft snore escaping his perfect nose that you loved.

And you didn’t doubt him. Even fast asleep, you knew you he would protect you. His senses were always going, always aware. It’s why he was always so tired, he never really, truly rested. You would gladly take the ‘super high risk’ of him turning his brain off, just to let him get a full night's rest…. But he would never. Not right now, anyway. Maybe someday.

You hug him, a quick, innocent hug you might give your friend in college as you left a party. “I love you, Marc Spector.” you say quietly into his skin.

A whisper. “I love you too.” Fucker notices everything.

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If you like this, you might like Seattle, which is also Marc focused. very much protective!marc, but it's a situation he's largly helpless. It started as a one-shot fanfic, but I'm turning it into a miniseries. This one is quite a bit jewish!marc and Jewish!reader.

You might also like Marc Spector: Angel, Knight, Protector. A darker fic, but a big protective! Marc Spector fic.

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ourolite2 · 3 months

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꒰꒰ CONCEPT.ㅤ some lovely general headcanons with even lovelier jihane and a few lovely honorable mentions in the midst ! so much lovable energy in the air when jihane's around, no? ꒰꒰ ALLERGY WARNING.ㅤ includes ... yonic massaging, afab!reader, female anatomy mentioned, no she/her prns, no feminine sobriquets, implied insecure y/n, mentions of clitorial orgasms, slight breast play, & eventual fingering.

੭᱙. metaphysicist!lover who’s a doggy-coded individual who ensures your vitality, welfare, and comfortability, but before that she was simply a flirtatious clerk that didn’t waste much time to evince that she’s extremely drawn to you, desiring at least an ounce of reciprocation, for she believed that she could make you reciprocate your adoration towards her completely.

੭᱙. metaphysicist!lover who never used you for your money, even before the relationship! hence you only bought supplies from her, not to mention that she’s proven the authenticity of her products multiple times with multiple clients. an antique shop that contained metaphysical products isn’t something you see everyday at all, not to mention that the manager is the metaphysician in question. as a beginner spiritualist, you’d rather focus on your journey instead, and she was extremely helpful. you knew you were the utmost comfortable around her, so you didn’t mind coming over incessantly to give her your money, for she advises certain things throughout your purchases to prove that she isn’t there to scam you, but to admire your flourishing.

੭᱙. metaphysicist!lover who thrives off teasing you at times; it’s a guilty pleasure, seeing as she doesn’t seek for your discomfort, but just look at how cute your face looks when you’re flustered by her seemingly guileless acts. such as her mint-bloom chrysoprase-based gemstones entrapping her waist to accentuate the way her hips moved sinuously with each step she took, perhaps the way she rested her shoulders on the surface of the cashier’s desk, the deepening of her mocha-imbued arch displaying itself alongside of the duel dimples just above her low-rise baggy jeans.

“o, this? noting (nothing) to your eye, promotes good business. i’m not entirely reliant on crystals, but you’ve been makin’ a business boom as of lately. i was curious if i could keep you around a lil’ longer? heh, perhaps a few discounts for another one of those seraphic smiles?”

੭᱙. metaphysicist!lover who rambles about their new trinkets towards you, vents to you about the frustrations of her career, or seeks to comfort you in obsequious ways just to ensure your insecurities would wilt incessantly when she praises or touches you. one way to do such is to give you massages after a long day; they’re not 5-star massages, but she does relieve the tension within you, for she touches you like you’re crafted from the most authentic porcelain. it started off with simple hand massages, to feet, to legs, to back, to full body. though, there was one that she was interested in trying out as well, claiming that it would not only mend your comfortability with yourself, but help you wonder what exactly you’re interested in. sexually, of course…

𑁤 𝐁illows of wispy lavender clouds permeated the air as crystalline pearls of tears rushed in rivulets from the corners of your semi-crinkled eyes, potentially muddling your vision more as the moments glided into saccharine memories. The rapturous scent, followed by a fine layer of honeyed almond oil on your glinting skin, was enough to establish the sedative amenity. The oil in question delved into your pores with the assistance of a sepia-shaded hand amorously kneading into your upper abdominal region, likely wanting to add solace to your kidneys since they’re too connected to the svadhisthana chakra. Your desire levels were having a dispute with your insecurities after all, so as your guide, she felt compelled to mend such sacredly for you.

Her left palm was cuffing your vulva with considerable pressure, gradually circling her hand in a clockwise manner to cause lower levels of stimulation; you’ve came twice from your clit alone, so she didn’t desire to overwhelm you during your first session. Low, rhythmic moans eluded your chamomile-oiled lips, successfully earning a contented smile from the metaphysician who took it as a sign to maintain the preferred pace. Her right hand, which was granting you kidney massages, journeyed down to your waist before bestowing a gentle squeeze upon it, disarmingly alerting you to blink away your blissful tears and look down at her.

“Invite me to your waist, would you?” Jihane’s a gentlewoman at heart, though any woman who is capable of utilizing such an innately beatific, guileless tone for something so puckishly endearing is an individual you may have to keep a close eye on. If you’re not blissed out during the time, that is. Disregarding the possibility, you nodded in affirmation causing her to grasp onto your waist, pulling you down closer to her other palm, (un)intentionally forcing a louder moan from you.

“I can tell your sacral hasn’t been refined in a while, has it? A shame since you’re so divine, but no fret, no fret. ‘Tis what I’m here for, yes?”

You shook your head mindlessly in return as your hips buckled sinuously against her hand, essentially seeking for more friction as her words brought warmth to your inundated lips. Instinctively, she shushed you while massaging your waist a little, but little does she know, or as much as she inferred, it solely stimulated you more, earning more hip rolls against the surface of her palm. Frankly, if this was more of a professional setting, she wouldn’t have given in so easily, but you’re more than just a paying customer, after all. If you haven’t assumed by now, she likes you.

“You’re a renaissance beauty, my beloved,” She proceeded to deify your features with a seraphic smile, one that contained dimples as profound as the deepest depths of the aquatic trenches, one that was also imbued with a plethora of secrets that were made just for you to explore. Your heart tickled pink as she slowly lifted her hand from your pussy, watching the sticky strands of cum extend from the slippery lips and onto the surface. The ardent warmth had little to no time to suffice, for she was already pushing her two fingers inside of you, earning a whimper-resembling moan to reassure her abrupt thoughts.

“A painting encircled in a gold portrait, one with medieval patterns inlaid within. Heh, I must tell my guides about you.”

Tears proceeded to pour endlessly from your eyes as she massaged your G-spot right after finding it with little to no effort. Your back then began to arch off the silky duvets you were lying supine on before she tittered at the heavenly sight, sliding her hand back up your skin to grasp onto one of your breasts once more, squeezing it fondly before kneading into its corpulence. Ridding the professionalism permanently, she crawled close enough so that your leg was between hers, bending over to replace her hand with her lips. Your hand immediately went to the back of her neck as she began lathering your breast with slobber, adorning it with audacious, tender bites.

“Now, sit pretty and enjoy yourself, m’kay?” She insisted breathlessly after taking an appreciative moment to suck on it; it was miraculous that she was capable of multitasking like this, ensuring that you felt your most divine and beautiful during such a vulnerable hour. Even the mere thought of meaning this much to her was enough to excite you in a plethora of new ways. “This is a private session, and I just so happen to be a little free this evening.”

⑅ neso productions. all rights fucking reserved, do not plagiarize.

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takenbypeter · 2 years

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Close to You

Charles Xavier x non-mutant!reader

Word Count: 699

Summary: Charles Xavier just wants to get closer to his significant other.

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Okay so I was up last night reading a bunch of x-men fanfics and this cute lil story came to me and I couldn’t just ignore it, so yeah I guess I write for fictional characters now 😂

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Mutants. They weren’t a new thing, they’ve been around for ages. Some humans of course were afraid, as most are when they see something different. You on the other hand we’re quite familiar with the concept. Your father was a mutant, as was your sister. However it seemed the x-gene had skipped you. Some call it a good thing, others a bad thing. To you, it didn’t matter if you were a mutant or not, you were happy with just being who you were.

However, what you were grateful for, was meeting Charles Xavier. It was almost straight out of a movie. You had been out grocery shopping and humming a song you’ve been obsessed with, and from out of nowhere, there he came joining in with your little tune. You stopped, slightly embarrassed you were humming out loud, but he just mentioned how he loved that song. You two chatted about it, both sharing how it was such a feel good song. After that, you two conversed some more while continuing shopping and by the time you left the store you had each other’s contact information.

That had been a couple months ago. Now, you were quite familiar with the man as well as the other mutants he hung around with. And your face was no stranger to the others.

This particular date night you were spending in Charles’ room. You two were having a lovely evening, first filled with dinner and now you were enjoying one of your favorite movies. The lights were off and you were cuddled close to Charles on the floor. It was a simple yet romantic date.

A romantic scene had just come on screen and as if on cue, Charles tilted his head to look at you and picking up on his movement you turned to him. You two meet in the middle, bringing your lips together and as always, fireworks go off in your head.

You lean close, resting your palm on his chest, while he lovingly wraps his arms around you. With no space between you two, you kiss until you have to break apart to catch your breaths. Once apart he leans his head against yours, staring warmly into your eyes. He let out a content sigh, “I want to feel you closer,” he said.

The edge of your mouth went up, giggling at the statement, “we’re literally right against each other, how much closer can we get?” You joked.

There was silence on his end, spare for an uneasy expression on his face. “I want to enter your mind.”

Now this was new to you. You obviously knew of his powers but the thought of someone in your mind seemed slightly invasive. In the few months that you’ve been together with Charles, you’ve made it clear that you didn’t want him in your mind without consent and he’s respected this. But now, sitting here beside him, the concept was quite compelling. So finally after some thought you agreed.

The look on Charles’ face when you agreed, was ecstatic and you couldn’t help but mirror his expression. Before he began you had to ask, “is this going to hurt?” He shook his head, “no, I would never do anything to harm you.” He said and you had no doubt in your heart, so without further ado, he leaned his head against yours again and in the next moment you felt it. You shut your eyes as a slight throb filled your head before you felt a presence.

Once opening your eyes you saw Charles smiling at you, hi, he said cheekily.

Hi, you thought back. It was…odd sitting here and just thinking to each other, but it was actually quite…soothing.

So how’s this? Not scary at all, huh? He mused.

No. I like it, it’s like our own private meeting.

You two sat there, engaging in simple discussion. And you had to admit after time it felt warm and intimate having him in your head.

That night was by far the best night you’ve ever had. And although that date eventually had to come to an end, that wouldn’t be the last time Charles Xavier was in your head.

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I hope you all liked this little imagine and have a wonderful day ✨☀️✨

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fragranceman · 3 years

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what makes the dsmp’s story stand out

Why the dsmp is so special and why it distinguishes itself amongst the insane amount of media that we could be consuming instead right now.

So basically, this is really obvious and simple and i think we all kinda know it without thinking about it but i still felt like writing it down because it’s super important to me.

The thing that makes this story stand out amongst so many others (apart from the fact that it’s a mc rp lmao) is that all the character’s are treated like people. What i mean by that is that they can’t be treated simply as ways to further the plot, they can’t just kill off characters in favor of contributing to some other character’s arc, they can’t have stuff like “manic pixie dream girls”. and that’s because each character IS a real person, if they tried that, if someone suggested that stuff someone in the discord call is gonna go “hey, what the fuck man, you can’t just kill me off like that”.

Each character is therefore special, none of them can be 2d because they are people, they all exist as people instead of being plot devices. There aren’t any extras (except arguably the guests like drista, lil nas x, etc) there aren’t really any side characters*, because it’s everyone’s story, all the characters have someone sitting there that actually care about them and are interested in making that character special, they won’t be neglected.

that’s also why, often the characters just… don’t fit in tropes. they don’t really exist the way normal character’s do, they don’t have this “purpose” that movie or books characters do, like hero, trainer, soft character that teaches the main character about love, comic-relief, or love-interests that’s only there for 3 chapters because they die for the mc to teach them about grief.

They’re only there as, themselves. They don’t fit in one trope because people don’t do that, there’s more to them then that, they’re complex. they’re closer, more similar to real people than anything that’s been made in a really long time, and that’s because they all have a person to take care of their little character.

there was this really cool thinking written by @/mt-words which i’ll link here about techno not fitting in a trope and that possibly fucking with people’s expectation of his characters. i think the idea that we’re so used to getting the same tropes regurgitated back to us over and over again that we don’t know how to handle stuff that doesn’t fit in them is very funny (and also a bit sad). Like, has media really become THIS repetitive and unoriginal??? But i digress.

anyway, time for quick examples, i was watching the “healthy competition” stream from 07/26 and i noticed something cool. So basically c!wilbur asks c!ranboo to ”pick his brain” and then asks him a bunch of questions about his morals and they discuss his alignments and other similar stuff right? And we can see clearly that c!wilbur is completely baffled at the stuff c!ranboo is saying about him not disliking anyone and not really having any strong stances at all. he just genuinely doesn’t understand c!ranboo and can’t relate at all.

Yet 10 mins later, he’s pouring his heart out to him and more importantly he’s talking about how he feels like c!ranboo really gets him. Obviously they are super similar in lots of ways, like their paranoia and anxiety, how they’re both kinda people pleasers, etc.

the fact that they can be in complete agreement on a topic and be so similar in certain aspects while also being complete opposites and being genuinely confused at the stuff that’s coming out of the other’s mouth on other topics really shows how multifaceted the character’s are, how 3d and real they feel.

I’m going to be adding another example from a post i just read by @/shrugofmud here it is :). It’s basically about how c!jack and ghostbur are cool because they balance comedy and drama. I’m gonna talk more about c!jack here. basically he’s comedic relief and he leans into that role right? but he’s also so much more than that, the way he balances the jokes and the clear comedy of his plotline with the sadness and loneliest he clearly feels and let’s that seep through in his jokes. He’s more than one thing, he’s more than comedic-relief, he copes with humor and covers his desire for a sense of belonging and to be heard by a bitter hatred and desire for revenge on c!tommy.

They’re more than just one thing, they aren’t reduced to a trope or a key personality trait the way characters often are. there’s so much to them, different parts of their personality that work together to make a whole, like a person :)

I also believe this is why the fandom as so much character analysis material and just keeps going, but it’s also why there’s so much disagreement on the characters and their personalities, like “oh people are villanizing c!wilbur too much” or “people are reducing c!niki to her villain arc and turning it into a ‘girlboss moment’” or “people are making c!tubbo too soft”. the character’s are harder to write into fanfic properly or analyze because you have to take into account all the different subtleties of them.

some people chose to focus on certain aspects of the characters, aspects they find more interesting or aspects they relate to, while other’s chose to focus on other aspects, which causes a bit of confusion.

It’s what makes this story so original and cool to think about and make the character’s so fucking compelling. It’s what makes me sit down for 6 hours straight and watch VODs so i can better understand different characters, it’s what makes me excited for each lore stream. it’s how human they are, how real they feel.

And this is why i’m the biggest believer and will always push for STUFF CAN BE TWO THINGS!!

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words-etched-in-her-skin · 3 years

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The next time you visited her, the door to her hut was open. No need to knock, nothing - it was as if she already expected you and didn't bother to wait for you to knock. A gesture that basically told you were expected. She knew you'd come back. Was she mocking you again?

You went inside with a sigh, already feeling the heat between your legs rise once more as the familiar smell wafted around you. Leather. Smoke. Baked dough. A hint of lakewater, fish, and the fruity, sweet shampoo she used.

And there she sat, on the couch, yellow eyes cutting to you the moment you were inside fully.

"Knew yeh'd come today."

"Needed to give back your clothes."

Last time, she'd dissolved yours and left you without anything to wear - but had begrudgingly given you some of her own stuff, even some that more or less fit you. A tank and some pants. You'd told her you'd bring them back, and you hated her for the smirk she'd worn on her face. Of course she'd known that wouldn't be the only reason for your return.

"Aye. Thanks."

"Sure. So, are you gonna fuck me now or should I leave?"

"Gettin' right to the point, eh? Needy, are we?"

"Just want to know if I'm wasting my time."

"Oi, yer the one who jus' wandered in needin it again."

"And you're the one whose door was just about as open as her legs were last week."

"As I said. Knew yeh'd come."

"Make me, then."

With a smirk, you stepped closer, slipping the coat off of your body and dropping it to the floor just before you leaned over Sal and caged her head in with your arms.

"Be a good girl and make me come."

She didn't blush this time. This time, she growled, grabbing both your wrists with tentacles you hadn't seen out so far, slowly letting them slither upward.

"None of tha'. I had a shit day and if yeh wanna come, yer goin to go to the bedroom, lie down on yer back, put yer arms up and spread your legs like the pretty lil slut yeh are."

She pulled you in, until her lips were right at your ear and she could lick over it with her tongue.

"Oh, and put somethin' under yer hips. I wanna get into that tight lil' ass of yours. See how wet it gets yeh when I fuck it and how fast yeh beg me to put somethin' up yer pussy as well."

When she let go, she was smirking, tentacle slapping your ass once. And with as much dignity as you had left while you were already pretty much dripping, you went to her bedroom and undressed, piling your clothes and then lying down just as she'd said. On your back, arms up, legs spread, a pillow lifting your hips up for easier access. The position alone turned you on. Knowing what she'd do, that she'd use you to fuck her frustration out, turned you on. And you hated it and loved it both.

The village was utterly stuck up about sex in general, so something like butt stuff was... Considered utterly dirty. Sal knew that. And Sal made a point fucking your ass whenever she wanted and making it feel so good that you forgot all shame. You'd never come from it alone in particular, but the way her tentacles and possibly strap had pounded you... Alone the thought made you swallow.

Sal entered the room soon after you, naked, five tentacles out behind her back that made your core clench in anticipation.

"Good lil slut."

She said as she saw you, two tentacles immediately tying your wrists to the headboard into the dangling leather cuffs as she crawled onto the bed.

"Safeword's clear?"

"As usual."

"Good."

You used the headlight system - most simple, and utterly effective. Not that you'd ever used it so far. Sal let her gaze wander over your body as the two tentacles started roaming it, teasing against all your weak spots and making you squirm as her eyes latched onto your aching core, a chuckle vibrating in her throat as she blew cool air onto you and made you squirm.

"So wet already... Needy lil' thing."

Alone those words made it worse. As did the simple view of one tentacle, the tip already wet with its own lubricant, descending between your legs. It slid into your ass without too much resistance, stretching you out and making you whine out. Fuck, what was this woman doing to you? All the talk of anal sex being impure, and here she was, taking it for herself again and only turning you on more.

Your breathing hard as the tentacle spread its lubricant inside you, getting you all nice and prepared for the undoubtedly rough thrusts that would follow, wiggling around already - but it seemed more this time. Much more, in fact. And when you looked at Sal with a hint of confusion among the arousal, you saw her smirk wickedly as a second tentacle touched the entrance to your ass.

"Two?!"

"Ye."

As it slid in - with some effort, but you were so well lubricated that it didn't hurt in the slightest - you whined into the pillow next to you, your hips bucking, a hint of angry tears in your eyes as you felt yourself being claimed even more than usual. You hated her. Hated how good she made this feel. How wet you were for her, how the juices of your core were dripping onto the tentacles that were currently nestled inside you.

You tried to glare at Sal... But in that moment, the two appendages wrapped around each other and thrusted into you. And you screamed. Screamed in pleasure as you bucked down onto them, as Sal leaned over you and grabbed your hair, nipping on your earshell and growling a "Such a dirty lil slut. Ya just love havin your pretty ass fucked, dontcha?"

And then, a touch gentler, she added. "Yer look beautiful."

She added a twist to every movement, or a wiggle, but kept it slow, steady. Yet with force behind. And you knew you needed more if you were to come. You knew she'd be waiting for you to beg for it. For the last tentacle to fill your core and rub your clit. And you wanted to refuse it. You bit your lip, glaring up at her... But you didn't see her defiance or smug dominance looking back at you.

Instead, you saw pure need. Pure greed. Pure desire.

"Count yerself lucky. I can't wait today."

She whispered... And then filled you completely, bending over you and biting your neck harshly as she started pounding both your holes, listening to your screams while she marked you, making one thing abundantly clear.

This was only the beginning.

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GODS, FUCK.. AND WHAT DELICIOUS HATESEX IT IS.. FJFJDKSKDKDJDKSKJDKSKS..

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE, ANON 😏

And fuck, how you hated how lucky you felt - how utterly delicious it was to be filled by her. With the slick movements of Sal's appendages working your body in a way that made you wonder who wanted it more. A primal look to her eye that reminded you she could break you in half at any second. The sharp tips of her teeth teasing over your heated skin as she followed the fine lines of your body back up to you ear, leaning in.

"Aren'tcha a pretty lil' slut.. all filled and drippin' fer me."

A firm thrust by all three tentacles at once, forcing a sharp cry from your lips. A dark chuckle across your flesh as she licked over it, sinking her teeth in. The appendage in your core sliding up deliciously from the deepest part of it and over to your clit, again and again while the two in your ass proved relentless inside you. You knew she could smell the warm juices flowing steadily from your core as she teased and fucked it, and you knew how much she hated its effect on her.

"Ne'er seen yah so wet before. Like gettin' yer ass filled, do yeh?"

"Gods.. fuck.. f-fuck you, Sal."

"It's gettin' harder an' harder to believe yeh mean that, sweetheart."

The deep blush that spilled so easily across your cheeks at the change in petname, only fueled how much you hated the effect she had on you. You wanted nothing more than to scream out - to tell her to go fuck herself - but the desire to have her fuck you instead was always so much greater. There was no more intoxicating feeling, nobody on any earth - in any realm - that could fuck a person into next week like Sal.

You yelped as her teeth found you again.. as her pace swiftly picked up.. at the most delicious sounds filled the small home as her tentacles slid mercilessly in and out of you, forcing your desire straight from your core. Breath hitching in your throat at the supreme heat that spilled over you with each indulgent thrust.

"Ah-! Fuck.. but .. you're the one.. fucking me so good right now.. Sal."

You barely got the praise to roll off your tongue before a profound growl resonated deep in her throat.. before her hand was around your neck, forcing you to look at her. A flame of a warning burning deep within the embers of her eyes as they locked intently onto yours.

"Jus' fer that... lil slut.. I'm gonna make yeh come harder than yeh ever have in yer life."

She said the world's plainly, her voice calm and collected yet still sending a prompt shiver down your spine. The sharp smirk across her lips almost rivaling the sharp points of her teeth as they scraped over you. Her growl rolling across your skin like thunder as she drove her tentacles harder and harder into you, ripping countless cries from your lips.

"Beg fer it, slut."

The intense heat that switfly washed over you at the lack of warmth to her command. Her tentacles holding you in place as she watched how badly you wanted it - needed it - smiling down at you smugly as she waited.

"I.. fucking.. hate-.. Ah-!"

She drove her apprendages in your ass roughly into you, pushing the deep heated pressure that inhabited you to an almost frenzied level.

"I said beg fer me."

A sharp cry from your lips as she bit you again, licking crimson droplets from your flushed skin.

"Fuck.. please.. fuck.. fuck you, Sal... please.."

She chucked as you writhed frantically beneath her, utterly desperate for release.

"Heh.. needy are yeh?"

You cursed again under your breath, screaming out as she forced all three tentacles at once. Compelling an unhinged pleasure to shoot straight across your body, to engulfed you in a way that you had never felt before. White hot - unyielding - igniting ley lines across your body like a unhindered wild fire. Juices gushing from your core as her relentless thrusts pushed one orgasm on you after another. And fuck, how she was right.. how she'd kept her promise .. assuring that you had never came so hard in your life. Sufficiently soaking the bedsheets beneath you as she kept you filled until the very last shudder fell from your breathless body.

"Still hate me now, do yeh?"

Sal chuckle a tad softer, slowly pulling her tentacles free from your flushed body.

"More.. than.. ever."

You answered between labored breaths, between the inherent trembles of a body just wrecked.

"Heh.. good. Need aftercare?"

"Nah.. I'm good.."

She nodded and threw your clothes from their spot on the floor in your direction, making her way to the door.

"Ah.. sorry, ma'am .. but I sure the fuck ain't leaving without making sure that you hate me just as much."

Sal raised a single eyebrow, dropping her fingers from the doorknob as she turned to face you.

"That right?"

She smirked in a way that made you want to rip it straight off her mouth... to make her lips curl into the most delicious of moans. And as you began to close the distance the between you, you vowed you wouldn't stop until you did that very thing.

Gods.. fuck... fuck.. djdjksskksksjsjs..I'm. ... So fucking gay... fuck... 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 THANK YOU FOR THAT, DEAR

And not to worry all the non Sal simp fans, I'll be doing some Alcina soon 😘

#depravity answered #anonymous #resident evil village #genderbent sal #fuck #afjdkskskkkskske #gods fuck #i #aaaaaaaa #why hadnt anyone informed me #that hare sex was so fucking hot?#like #fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck #🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤💦💦💦💦💦💦#furjdkskksakr #re8 asks

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studiobeebo · 3 years

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~♡ Shio, Shoyu, Miso ♡~ [1/?]

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Female (she/her) Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 1.9K

Genre: y’all already know it’s just gonna be fluff

A/N: so i made a lil thing sorta based off this cute thing i saw on reddit. idk what i’m doing pls don’t ask.

reblogs are greatly appreciated as they are the main way to get my works around so please consider doing so if you like it! enjoy!

When you had first met Megumi, you honestly didn’t think much of him.

Now, that’s not to say you didn’t find him attractive, but a cute guy around your age coming into the shop with a few of his friends just really wasn’t something very noteworthy in your life. You had only been helping your parents around your family owned ramen shop for about a year or so, but that was long enough to know that the general demographic was people who wanted a tasty, warm meal without having to blow too much money. Needless to say, teenagers fit that demographic fairly well.

Your shop was well known in the area, but it was by no means fancy. In fact the building was a tad bit run down, you didn’t even have any decorations or anything hanging up on the walls and the entirety of it only seated maybe thirty people, so it was clear people didn’t frequent the place because of the ambiance. No, the reason you always seemed to have a steady stream of customers was that the food was simply so good that despite the lack of an enticing atmosphere or even many food options, people couldn’t help but be drawn to it. That mashed together with your friendly family and the decent prices made for a perfect little neighborhood place to eat. So again, when a group of three slightly noisy teenagers sat themselves down at one of the bar tables on the far side of the seating area, you didn’t really have any reason to bat an eye.

“Hey welcome guys!” You put on your usual cheery customer service voice as you filled their glasses with ice water, trying not to lean into any of their personal spaces. “Your options are salt, soy, or miso ramen, with or without beef and or pork. Do you need some time to think about it or do you think you’re ready to order now?”

Like you said, there weren’t many options.

“Oh, can I get soy?! Or maybe- hm, maybe I’ll have miso…”

“You’re tasteless, miso is the worst kind.”

“I bet you’ve never even tried it, Kugisaki!”

“They’re going to need a minute to think. That bit’s hard for them.”

The taller boy with dark hair and an apparently permanent scowl on his face groaned out in annoyance, his eyes only meeting yours for a moment before he turned to yell at the other two to lower their voices. You nodded with a smile, leaving them to decide and chuckling to yourself as you moved on to ask the customers at the other tables if they were doing ok.

“Ok! Excuse me- er....crap, what was her name again Fushiguro?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

“I don’t know, usually you remember to ask the important stuff like that!”

The not-so-subtle arguing was enough to catch your attention as you made your way back over to the trio, your smile being a bit more genuine this time around in response to their odd yet funny dynamic.

“It’s (Y/N), sorry about that guys! So, what can I get for ya?”

The three of them listed off their orders and after you repeated them back for confirmation, you gave them a quick thumbs up before going back to the kitchen to put their orders in with your dad. Within a moment of your absence, Itadori was turning to Fushiguro with that excited puppy look that adorned his face almost 24/7.

“She’s kind of pretty, don’t you think?”

Fushiguro’s eye twitched, but luckily Kugisaki was quick to butt in with an argument of ‘How come you’re only asking him what he thinks, huh?!’. It was a simple question, but what annoyed him was the added use of ‘kind of’. Itadori was extremely simple, so the thought that he only thought you were ‘kind of’ pretty irritated him because how could Fushiguro be here doing a double take just to get a better look at your features every time you spoke to them while Itadori just barely took note of it? It was uncharacteristic, but he couldn’t disagree. He could tell you definitely had a slight air of putting on a cheery showiness for the sake of good customer service, but either way, you were...cute, and he was insistent on leaving it at that without bothering to admit to it out loud.

“I hope you both know you’re paying for yourselves.” He interrupted, hoping their argument had moved on from their waitress so that he wouldn’t be asked about his thoughts on you again.

“Eh?! Since when were you so cheap!”

“Ok guys!”

The three of them jumped slightly at the sound of your voice, simultaneously turning to see you holding up a tray with three steaming bowls of ramen sat atop of it.

“Soy with beef, soy with pork..” You listed off while setting the bowls in front of the copper haired girl and the smiley boy respectively, “And miso with no topping.” You finished, eyes flicking up to meet the dark haired boys as you placed the final bowl in front of him. It was only for a moment, but you could have sworn your saw a speckle of pink dust his cheeks before he looked away from you with a short “Thanks.”.

“Mhm, no problem.” You hummed out, scanning your eyes around the restaurant to see if you were immediately needed elsewhere before deciding to continue and indulge your interest in the three, or more specifically, your interest in the cute boy with the black hair. “So... you guys are from that traditional religious high school, right?”

The pink haired one’s eyes lit up as he struggled to finish the noodles he was halfway through slurping up so that he could speak.

“Yeah, yeah! I guess our uniforms are a giveaway..”

You laughed, leaning your back against the empty seat that sat next to them at the bar. As if you needed any further confirmation, you could tell he was the energetic extrovert of the group.

“Yeah, you don’t really see many of them around. Though I’ve heard it’s kind of a hard school to get into.”

“Pfft, maybe for normal people, it was no sweat for us.” There was that copper haired girl again with a confident look on her face as she too stopped eating to interject, though you hardly took what she said in a bad way as she didn’t seem to mean any harm from it.

“That so? Guess I’ll have to call you guys next time I’m having trouble with my classes, I swear I can barely manage the workload I get.”

“Haha I feel that, I actually started school elsewhere but I just transferred a few months ago! Oh- I’m Itadori by the way! This is Kugisaki, and Fushiguro’s the sulking rude one!”

“Hey.” Fushiguro finally stopped his eavesdropping to join in, sending a glare Itadori’s way, but he just seemed to brush it off as if he’d been under his friends' scrutiny plenty of times before. After a moment though he turned back to you, though as much as he wanted to say something to you, he didn’t really know what to say. He wasn’t like Itadori or Kugisaki who could just strike up a conversation with anyone anywhere, but while he turned over his conversational options in his head, you pushed away from where you had previously been leaning and gave a sheepish, apologetic smile that easily brought his attention away from his thoughts.

“No no you’re good- Sorry, I should be leavin’ you guys to eat anyway. Just call me over when you’re ready to pay or if you need anything, alright?” You spoke, your words being directed more towards who you now knew as ‘Fushiguro’, however it was his two friends who responded with an affirmation before going back to their meals.

Once again you were off to tend to other tables and do the other tidbits of your job, though this time your head was filled with questions galore. Did Jujutsu Tech students come into town often, or was this some special outing? What grades were the three of them in? And most importantly, you wondered if they would ever be coming back? You weren’t one to get flustered or form crushes easily, but you had to admit you were a bit taken by Fushiguro. He was cute, sure, but he had a cool, mature air about him that could make anyone be left wanting to know more about him, especially because most of the conversation you did have was with his friends and not him. However once again your mental flow was interrupted by Itadori waving you over, barely waiting for you to make your way by their side to start speaking while the three of them handed over their respective payments.

“That was crazy good, (Y/N), we’ll have to come by some time again if that’s ok!”

“It’s not like she’s the one making it, Itadori.”

“You realize that a restaurant’s whole goal is to get people to come back, right? Of course it’s ‘ok’..”

Despite Fushiguro’s matter-of-fact statement, his eyes still shifted to yours as if he secretly wanted to know if you wanted them to come back as well and the smile you gave him in return only solidified the fact that he wanted to return either way. Though of course he boiled that down to ‘The service was good and so was the food’, but part of him knew that was bullshit.

“I’d love to see you guys around again!” You said, collecting up their empty bowls as you spoke. “I work most weekends and some days after class so you should try to stop in while I’m here.”

“Hell yeah!” Itadori exclaimed as the three of them got up from their seats one after the other, Kugisaki and Itadori saying their goodbye’s as they pardoned their way through the tables and other customers to leave, though Fushiguro stayed behind for a moment, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he spoke.

“...Sorry about them, it’s practically like wrangling preschoolers whenever we aren’t on du- er, in class.”

He knew the apology wasn’t necessary and that you didn’t seem all that bothered by either of his friends’ lively personalities, but he found himself feeling a bit...left out in the fact that he had yet to really speak to you. Why he even felt compelled to speak to you in the first place was a mystery, but he figured that was one question that didn’t really need an answer for right now.

“Oh, it’s no problem.” You laughed, giving another smile as you tried your hardest to not act as fidgety as you were feeling on the inside. “I mean- I’ve got friends like that too so I-“

“Excuse me?”

A polite voice cut you off halfway through your sentence and you turned to see an older woman waving you over, clearly not wanting to be rude but wanting your attention nevertheless.

“Sorry-“

“You’re fine!” You sputtered out, maybe a bit too excited as you slowly backed away from him, “I’ll see you around if you guys stop by again, huh, Fushiguro?”

His eyes widened slightly, a bit surprised by that hopeful tone to your voice before he nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips and a bit of slightly shameful excitement tugging at his heart.

“Yeah, we’ll- I’ll see you around.”

#im still soft for megumi #can you tell i dont outline or Ever Know Where I'm Going With My Words #haha a.d.d. gang wya #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #also dont ask me when the next part will be #because I Never Know

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foibles-fables · 3 years

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hi idk if you're still doing director's commentary, but can you talk about the behind the scenes of your favorite yearning scene in The Weight of Us?

oh I can sure do that for you! There are [checks notes] a lot of them so far, so let me do a quick soul-search to decide which is my favorite moment. Hold please.

Okay we got it--and it's under the cut because it's a lil' long and uh, NSFW!

From the end of Chapter 12:

Kahlan’s cautious but hungry touches were making it so that Cara had to use her last shreds of self-control not to trap Kahlan’s thigh between hers and grind against it, relieving some of the overwhelming build-up. But that would be too far. That needed to come from Kahlan, first, if it ever would, as her hands inched up Cara’s back again, bringing her in for another searing kiss.

Cara’s mind began to wander through the compelling overload of contact. She wondered how Kahlan looked while she was coming, wondered if she had even ever let herself come before. It just made Cara need her more, if that was even possible. Knowing that Kahlan had never been filled, knowing that this Kahlan had no memory of that night with Richard. She wanted to be the first one Kahlan felt inside of her. Spirits, she wanted it so badly she could have shattered.

Kahlan’s hands had traveled to Cara’s ribs, just under her breasts. Before Cara could whisper for her to feel them, she dug her fingertips into the exertion-sore muscles at the blades of her shoulders, and Cara groaned out loud at the sensation. Kahlan moaned, too, loudly, reacting purely and instinctively to Cara’s pleasured sound. Cara needed to see the look in Kahlan’s eyes as she filled her, needed to hear her cry out as her orgasm crashed over her. Needed her quivering, wild, defenseless, bare-boned, at the mercy of her hands. She needed Kahlan’s heart and its capacity for everything Cara wasn’t. She needed that word she felt, never spoken but still thundering, she needed it back and magnified.

And it was another dose in a lifetime of torture, because she couldn’t.

Kahlan was not hers. The world was in flux. Nothing was known. Kahlan had the Midlands, Kahlan her duty, Kahlan had to conceive and bear a child, had to continue the line of Confessors. Cara could never be enough. But right now, Kahlan and her coiling body and begging hold were telling her that she was. So Cara just kissed her again, hoping against hope that Kahlan could feel her need and that word breaking through at least feebly, coming from her lips in one way instead of the other. And that it could be enough, that she could be enough, even just for whatever was happening in that bed. Kahlan’s hands grabbed at Cara’s hips and forced them closer, insistent, deliberate, pressing their bodies together where they both craved it, and Cara shuddered at the swell of pleasure pulsing from the perfect friction.

But it was all just another mixed signal. Cara felt it slipping away.

Kahlan was retreating, drawing her head back, creating too much distance for their mouths to meet again. Cara let out a crestfallen hiss and wanted to beg Kahlan to keep going, but she couldn’t. She opened her eyes to see Kahlan’s squeezed tight shut. Biting her lower lip so hard she could have drawn blood, she panted, obviously fighting fearfully to regain control of herself and her power. But her fingers were still digging into Cara’s hips with a vengeance, keeping her close, and Cara hoped they would bruise her. Hoped they would mark her.

“Cara,” Kahlan finally gasped, sounding like she hadn’t inhaled in a century.

“Kahlan.” Just a wretched, defeated, subdued muttering.

“I want to keep kissing you, and touching you.” While Kahlan’s eyes were wild, her voice was mostly controlled. But it was tinged with arousal and affection and anger and anguish and a thousand other things Cara couldn’t elucidate. “I want to kiss and touch you, more than this. But if I kiss you the way I want to kiss you-” and here she shuddered, hard, before reining herself in again, “-if I kiss you the way I want to kiss you, I know I’ll feel all of my good judgement slipping away.” There was a sharp crack at the end, one fraught with guilt and despair.

And Cara was reminded of the reality where nothing was simple, and nothing was easy.

This was one of those scenes that just kinda falls out of you, you know? Pretty sure I wrote it late-night on a family beach vacation, oops. But like, absolutely zero regrets. I was really, really happy with this one.

I knew that the Bad Thing that happens later, in Chapter 15 (I am still sorry), was going to be from Kahlan's POV. So I wanted to show something that edged at the limits of Cara's restraint here. Cara's all the fuck in at this point, folks. A Mord-Sith's got it bad. And here, she's finally starting to realize that, yeah, it's fuckin' affecting her. That this really is some shit that's gonna need to be sorted. But so much still lies in the way of it being sorted.

#foibles is crying about seeker again #ask #THANKS NONNY #my 100K word disaster

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touyatiredforthis · 3 years

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@iruludavare asked a question Touya must answer truthfully (3/10):

✘ "Everyone has a place that means something to them... For example, the Floaroma Meadow is a place I spent my childhood, and where my heart feels at rest. Do any locations come to mind for you? Why?"

As if to help answer that question, a pair of little orange ears pop out from the inside of Touya’s jacket. A slight tint of red on his face betrayed his slight twinge of embarrassment, yet he felt somehow compelled to follow through with his explanation.

At the same time, however, it was difficult for him to hide the pride he did feel. He cleared his throat.

“Ahem...! Well! There’s a city in the southeast of Unova that’s really big on entertainment. It’s got an amusement park, and one of the things there is... The Musical Theater. This lil guy’s my little star. Isn’t that right, Ribbon?”

A little finger scritched under the Victini’s chin. It offered a pleased little squeak in response.

“There’s just... somethin’ about it, y’know? For a little bit, I can be part of a world that’s a little more whimsical and all that. Kind of an escapist kinda deal. Even just being there just feels... Fun. Even if little Ribbon or my Lilligant Cordelia’s not starring, it’s just great watchin’ them take the stage, y’know?”

He took a little sip of his drink of choice, a simple latte with plenty of cream and with a cute heart design on top, continuing.

"The one that feels like home to go back to, though has gotta be this Cat Cafe back in Castelia. It’s family run, but it’s cozy as all hel--heck. If you’re ever in the region, maybe you could give it a try, huh? Are you the type to take the stage rather than the stadium?”

#[ic] SSDD #iruludavare

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magicmetslogic · 3 years

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👀🏅🤔🧠!

Hey, thanks for the ask ^^

It's always awesome getting to talk about this stuff with a fellow writer.

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

I do not, actually! Every wip I have come up with is an idea I'm very willing to post on ao3. Its just a matter of...writing them.

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

Oh, definately Growing Pains ^^

It's one of the few fics that I've actually finished, not to mention its sheer word count and the months long process of collaborating with my cowriter, Kari, to go from a simple concept that we were unsure how exactly was going to be executed to something that deals so thoroughly with the fear of connection, intimacy, and trying to work towards letting yourself be happy and etc etc. Honestly there's a lot that I could talk about that one, but I can save that for another time ahahaha ^^

At the time of answering this ask, the writing has already been completed and now we're just working on editing it all. Chapter three should be good to post here very soon.

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic?

For me, I think it's in creating a long form compelling plot. I've always struggled a lot with my longer fics, mostly due to my own insecurity keeping me from writing anything at all, but I think that slowly but surely I've started to grow past that. Of course that leaves me with a lot of cut material oftentimes, but the process js still a ton of fun ^^

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

Hmm, well there are a couple. There's the trans flaven one, which you are already aware of, but then there's this other one that you might not be.

(it's Raven-centric, as many of my things are...my apologies.)

So the concept in of itself is silly, Raven heckles the superstar squad to the point that they curse him into reverting back to a child, but imagining the interactions child damuron would have with the rest of the cast is frankly...hilarious. I've said it before many times but Yuri would undoubtedly H A T E pre-casey damuron, so just imagining that lil brat running around with them...it's great ahahaha ^^

Just so much pettiness.

Now, that said, there is of course plenty of room for angst, borne from the fact that this situation not only has him revert in body to a state of a child, but also the memories from then. Which is to say...he knows nothing about what happened in his future, about himself, about his family, about his hometown, about the great war, so the thought of him discovering all the shit that went down and trying to process all that shit, it just sounds interesting. Not to mention how the cast might try to hide that info from kid damu. But all in all, its an idea that has a lot of possibilities for fun interactions buuuuttt it's a far way off on my list of fics to work on.

Thank you very much for the ask though, Luke ^^

I always love when we can talk about our writing together!

#asks #answers #tales of vesperia spoilers

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kewltie · 4 years

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omfgggg pregnant!deku. imagine where no. 1 hero is not only an omega but is pregnant and it's still early in his first trimester so he's running around kicking ass but IT'S DEKU so ppl frets and worry over his safety that even villains r like uh i dont wanna mess w/ that. deku is like ridiculously popular & well like even among criminal bc he believes in 2nd chances & rehab of the criminals/villains & fight for disenfranchised youths who fell on the wrong side of the track. so yea, they fight against him but they're also kinda soft for him!!!

so when they found out their fav hero is pregnant & still patrolling there's like some super-secret nonverbal agree among them that they won't stop doing what they are doing but like,,,, nobody fucking touch deku ok or you'll deader than dead. which is ALL KIND OF HILARIOUS bc deku coming to a bank robbery & the criminals doesnt stop their crime but when they fight him, they're like super careful w/ him making sure he doesn't get knock back, fall, or hurt himself too much.

when deku finally captured them and as they're about to taken away, they happily congratulated him on his pregnancy & ask if he'd thought of names yet & one of them is like, "oh, when my husband was pregnant eating X & Y really help with the nausea." and izuku is like,,, thanks???

there's like so many ppl invested in deku's pregnancy that it bizarre bc he's not the first or the last omega to ever be pregnant but he's deku, prohero, no.1 rank, and symbol of hope. all that means is there's a hyper fixation on everything about him esp now that he's pregnant. talk shows, news channel, & celeb gossip show are all talking about it one way or another. whether he's should take an early leave of work or not bc of the danger of his job, the baby's sex, his pregnancy craving, bump watch (I KNOW), & even a countdown to his due date.

the entire country is in a baby fever just bc of deku. everybody talk obsessively about it & even if you find that one person who does not care they def know someone who does. all this happen while deku just go about his day like all of Japan isnt watching his every move lol. the strangest thing about deku's pregnancy is that there's no sign of the other parent?? deku isnt even dating anyone. he never mention any alpha AT ALL, only declaring that he plans to raise his baby all by himself as a single parent which blew their fucking mind bc wtfffff.

look, deku is the most famous omega around, sitting high atop of the world as the no. 1 hero & is adore by the mass--he's greatest omega of his generation some would say so yea there's lot of expectation & hope place on him but deku is deku & he does what he wants. ppl speculate that maybe he's pregnant bc he had a one night stand and this was accident, maybe he has been in a secret relationship all this time, maybe this baby was from a spurned lover or WORST yet a produce of rape... LIKE there's so many rumor swirling around but the answer is actually v v v simple. deku has always wanted a child and since he's nearing 30 right now, he thought it's hightime he has one and the other father? JUST A DONOR. it's nothing serious or complicated as ppl imagine to be.

deku wants a kid and now he has one!! but ppl just can't comprehend how it could be that simple when the most notoble omega in all of japan decide he wants a kid W/O having a mate and he's going to raise this baby all by himself and nope he's not even going to quit his job at ALL to have a family. deku is just--blowing their mind lol

the world doesn't so much get over it as they just kinda get dragged along bc deku does not give a single fuck wut other think and proceed to be immersed in his pregnancy and try to survive the next 6 months while everyone waited on bated breath to see what deku does next. the only thing that stick is the constant rumor mill of who is the donor of deku's baby. they assume that deku wouldn't just pick a stranger bc he's sentimental like that so speculations run amok about every alpha that is closely associate with deku.

there are public polls, betting rings w/ billions on the line, televised debates, internet flame wars, and ACTUAL ARGUMENTS B/T FAMILY/FRIENDS/COWORKERS on who the fuck is deku's donor! even more than deku's baby, they're fucking obsessed on finding out who is the actual donor. the thing is it's not THAT big of a secret. all of class A are in the loop, his mom know (ofc), and even his agency but they all managed to keep it a secret bc deku's privacy is the utmost important & beside the other father would literally MURDER them if it ever get expose.

this is how it went: bullied by his pr team, deku went on a variety show where they have to babysit kids & put through various childbearing challenge while cameras record them for entertainment purpose. It's there when deku realized "ah, I WANT THIS. I WANT THIS V BADLY." deku is climbing close to his 30 now, he's well established presence in the hero world, and his life is pretty stable so it's high time he have his own little family but the thing is babies are two ppl business. they don't just come from thin air so deku did the next best thing.

katsuki would like to say he didn't see this coming the same way you would not expect to be attack by a shark on land, but in this case deku is that fucking shark & katsuki is the idiot that get completley blindsided by him when deku cornered him one day and asked for his sperm.

ok, bakudeku aint dating. they have deep & complicated history that is not only confusing o everybody else but also confusing to them. 'friend' would be to light of a word but anything else is left undefined bc how do you explain more than 2 decades of w/e they are to each other. katsuki doesn't want to talk about the amount of time he'd used image of deku to get off while in rut just so he can survive through it, while the next few days trying to resist punching deku in the face bc he act like a sacrificial idiot who got a cross he wants to bear.

it's not 100% healthy his therapist unhelpfully pointed out but the core of all his volatile feelings have always been named deku & katsuki doesn't know how to compartmentalize it properly bc katsuki may have squashed to something small & insignificant but it's heavy & permanent. so when deku laid his fucked up request at katsuki's feet, he broke the table they were using and nearly walked out if deku didn't catch him by the arm in time.

"kacchan, pls here me out first," deku begged of him, his sweet permeating the air; he's NOT PLAYING FAIR AT ALL. whoever said alphas are the dominate sex in the world have never met an omega, a determine goal focus omega with babies on the brain like deku.

"kacchan, recently i realized that im only getting older so i want a child when i still can," deku explained. "so won't you help me? i know settling down right now is the farthest thing from your mind, but im not asking you anything like that," he continued as katsuki quietly fumed in the background. "i just want your help in making this selfish wish of mine come true. you're among my top choices, kacchan."

Katsuki jerked up. "wait, you mean to say there's a fucking list of alphas you plan to extort their sperm from?" he seethed, feeling like deku had took a goddamn knife to his pride and butcher it completely. "how many other ppl have you asked before you even came to me?!"

"im not extorting anything from anyone." Deku frowned. "and, well, you always lectured me about diving head first w/o any backup plans," he pointed out, "so i made sure to leave several options open just in case the first one fell through. see? i did thought this one thru."

katsuki nearly broke another piece of furniture at the thought of deku asking someone else to father his child as though he was just another face in a long list of ppl deku could use. "What did every alpha on ur shitty list rejected u already so now have to come to me for help?"

deku, who was no.1 for a reason, narrowed his eyes and the air crackled around them. "kacchan, this is extremely important to me so i wouldnt just chose anyone. i only know a handful of alphas i can trust and someone im happy to share the other half of my child with. you're the 1st person that came to my mind when i thought about a child growing inside of me," he said, wrapping his arm around his flat tummy. "despite our many differences you're the one i admire the most. your strength & ambition, grounded by your strong drive & work ethics. the fact that you got where you are w/ your own hands & wits to guide you, i think you're just amazing. so how could i not want those kind of qualities for my own child," deku explained. "im sure a child born from half of your genes you will shine just brightly as you do."

katsuki felt so taken back that found his tongue heavy and words were escaping him. on one hand he felt a rush of pride and a strange sensation of happiness that deku had specifically chosen him out of his potential candidates bc of the greatness he had seem in katsuki but he'd also narrowed katsuki out not bc of some sentimental bullshit or lingering feelings but he thought of providing his future child with the best gene pool as possible so his child can flourish. it's a damn ego busting for katsuki but deku was clearly a man on a mission.

katsuki hesitated and thought what it would mean to have a child out there who carry a lil part of him in them; it's unnerving and humbling at the same time. he never thought of it himself but deku had dream of this, wanted this so badly enough to beg katsuki for help.

"alright," he said finally, not knowing exactly what compelled him to agree, but the look of utter happiness spreading across deku's face as he can barely contain his joy. a single word from him had caused deku's word to shift and rearranged itself to make room for another life.

and that's how katsuki got con into helping izuku make a baby lol. but, really katsuki was the one who agreed to it out of his own will bc he's an idiot & also terribly whipped; omegas are the ones ppl should be frighten of bc once they make up their mind it's hard to move them. they're an unstoppable force, something to be reckon w/ esp when that omega is the no.1 hero who fought his way to the top of the rankings and maintain that status quo for many years despite how many times katsuki tried to topple him from that perch LOL.

katsuki already lost the war before he'd even put a foot down on battlefront the moment deku'd opened his mouth & demanded his sperm AND HE KNEW IT TOO. so that was how katsuki found himself preparing to empty his balls in front of a two-way mirror in a mating clinic bc of deku. omegas, esp males, are the most fertile when they're in heat & when an alpha go in a rut, but the both of them have this arrangment that's more of a duty than any feelings involve bc they cant risk getting mix up in the hormones. this is for deku & his future child!!! so the clinic had prepared a large room w/ two way dividing mirrors& open air vents circulating b/t the two rooms so they can breathe in each other scene where deku can have his heat on one side and katsuki can watch BUT NOT TOUCH and get his rut on so he can produce sperm.

it's uh, not supposed to be v sexy since it's all clinical & shit but bakudeku being bakudeku they nearly tear the room apart to get to each other in heat/rut madnes. deku had blushed earlier as he asked to be bind with quirk restrictions cuff just in case he go crazy which HE DID. at first the nurses there was more worry about katsuki going crazy and out of control bc he has been known to fall pretty high on the alpha aggression and they fear it would be katsuki who would be dangerous; BUT NOPE it's deku all all along who almost broke the REINFORCED MIRROR just so he can get to katsuki!!!! DEKU WHO PPL SOMETIMES FORGET IS LIKE THE NO. 1 HERO FOR A REASON. soft and sweet deku who single handedly can fuck you up with just his fingers if he want to. he's an omega on a mission and he wants that knot up his ass AND HE WANTS IT NOW.

the nurses & docs have to use everything in their toolkit to pull bakudeku apart. when it's all said and done, katsuki embarrassingly produce buckets of cum enough to last deku a looooooong long time if the first one didn't take lol while deku couldn't look at katsuki in the eyes. they are both horridly embarrass about their 'not mating' and their action toward each other there even though they never actually touch each other through out the whole heat/rut procedure. despite the fact that they DIDN'T HAVE ANY SEX, it was still the hottest exp for both.

katsuki never seen more more feral and fierce omega who nearly broke the entire room just to get to him, in that moment if katsuki wasn't in love already he would have been half way there and izuku didn't expect KATSUKI AT ALL. the way he had handle izuku was completely diff. in izuku's heat fever, katsuki was the lone anchor who'd provided him grounding. he tried to calm deku down from his ramp up hormones even though he was as clearly affected as deku. forceful but not unforgiving, commanding not unyielding, firm but gentle.

it was electric.

it was as though izuku was a wild animal unleashed and katsuki managed to tamed him and he never had even had to raise a single finger to do it. it was all in his words that cut through izuku's hazy feverish wants and desires. the kind of alpha that made deku's knees weak.

after that, they have wordless mutual agreement to never talk about it. deku got the sperms he wanted and katsuki had finally fullfiedd his obligation and isn't responsible for deku or his future child. HE'S DONE. they dont have anything to do w/ each other anymore. RIGHT??? ha.

it's funny bc izuku had his hope on a child but didn't think it would take so soon! he'd thought he would fail a few times first before he get really lucky w/ conception bc of his age now that he's older, this 'psuedo mating' can't replace real mating, & biology is fucking weird. even the fertility doc couldn't promise this procedure to insert bkg's sperm in him when he's still got in a heat fever will work 100% and if they fail, they have to wait for another HEAT to come before it could work. which mean months of waiting in b/t so izuku is desperate. BUT it took one try. THAT'S ALL IT TOOK as izuku anxiously waited for the news in next couple of weeks. he took at home pregnacy tests and when hall 3 results were positive he'd cried and called his mom but even then he didn't tell anyone bc he was so scare it just was a fluke.

he'd kept this secret until he finally got the visit to his doc and could get the firm confirmation he needed! when the doc revealed that he was indeed pregnant, izuku fell to his knees in relief bc finally, FINALLY, his dream of having a baby had came true. he's a father now!!

the doc had warned that the first trimester would be rough on him bc of his age and miscarriage is more likely for him than most male omega. maybe he should consider taking an early pregnacy leave bc of the danger his job poses to him & the unborn baby. deku had agonized over it. ultimately, he decided to continue w/ his hero work but won't take on as much stuff as before. he plans to be more careful & attentive to his safety, and defer his more dangerous work to his colleagues instead. all his friends and coworkers go out of their way to help him w/ this

izuku got an entire community of heroes WHO DO THEIR BEST TO ENSURE HIS PREGNACY GO SMOOTHLY bc look izuku may be doing this alone but HE'S NOT ACTUALLY ALONE bc he got his friends, colleagues, and mom to support him through this bc they know how much this means to him!!

katsuki was one of the last to find out but only bc deku plan to see him in person to tell him bc katsuki HAD GIVEN HIM ONE OF THE BEST GIFTS (beside OFA) and he wanted to thank katsuki in person but class A are a bunch of gossip mongers so he found out through their groupchat. it started as a joke about katsuki & his super seed bc what a fucking stud bakugou katsuki to have ONE TRY and is able to knocked izuku up so quickly lmao. w/e the fuck katsuki is doing or eating, apparently it works wonder for him bc one of his sperm luck out & hit jackpot. his so called friends cant stop ribbing into him for knocking up deku so quickly bc they know from deku's worry that it wasn't going to be an easy conception but IT'S BAKUGOU KATSKUKI, outdoing himself once more bc he never does anything by half, not even his own sperm lol.

izuku met up with katsuki right outside his agency bc he knew wassup and how to corner katsuki effectively by trapping him when he just high off his patrol when he least expect an ambush esp when he was too busy avoiding izuku's attempts to reach him bc of COMPLICATED FEELS.

it's not cowardice that kept katsuki away, but izuku was the source of all his confusing feelings already & now w/ the news that he's carrying katsuki's child now it'd gotten worst. izuku, though, was nothing if not persistent. he zeroed in katsuki right away w/ purposeful steps.

"kacchan, i'm so glad to meet you here," izuku says as though he hadn't coordinate this w/ katsuki's coworkers, who are all SOFT for izuku anyway lmao, to get katsuki alone JUST LIKE THIS. katsuki knew he was caught bc every one his friends & colleagues are FUCKING TRAITORS.

"what," he snapped, clenching the hands at his side as he tried to keep his gaze from izuku's still very flat tummy. it's weird to think a life was quickly taking shape there when it's not like izuku looked any diff but he smiling more brightly & warmth coming from his person. was this what they call the pregnancy glow? bc deku was fucking blinding that katsuki wanted to shove his hand to deku's face to block it out.

"what you want," he demanded again even tho they both know why deku was here.

unperturbed, deku smiled. "im pregnant now so thank you. you'd helped fulfilled one of my biggest dreams & im ever so grateful for it!" he continued, rocking happily back & forth on his heels but the words barely registered katsuki kept staring at the way deku's body swing out & he opened his mouth before he could think better of it.

"should you be even moving liek that ?" he asked BC SINCE FINDING OUT IZUKU IS PREGNANT HE LOST HIS MIND. as soon as the words left his mouth he knew he was a dead man walking.

izuku leveled him a glare so fierce that he actually took a step back w/ chills running up his back. "kacchan i may be pregnant but im not an invalid," izuku said with the sharp edge of a smile and thinly veiled steel in his voice. the scariest part was that he hadn't drop a single smile but the ominous threas was there. "do you want me to show you how much of not invalid i am?"

katsuki scowled, face pinching at the thought whether this was just the usual deku's bs or this was deku's bs + the pregnancy hormones that get him so rile up. either way, katsuki no matter how much of an ass he was, he wasn't going to punch a pregnant omega to prove a point.

"fine, that was dumb sorry," he said, scratching the back of his ear in annoyance. "so was that all you wanted to say?"

deku's eyes crinkle in amusement as katsuki's scowl deepens. "yea, i just wanted you to hear the news from me personally and expressed my thanks."

"i'll take good care of them," he said softly, a stray hand caressing his stomach carefully. "I promise i'll be good to them so you dont have to worry."

katsuki paused and then, "I know," he said bc he does. deku was going to be a good parent w/o a doubt. That is a truth.

deku's eyes light up at katsuki's words and there was a hint of wetness in them that katsuki had the unnerving fear that he was going to cry right here and katsuki's entire agency going to charge out & murder him for making a pregnant omega, THE PREGNANT OMEGA DEKU cry in public.

"t-thank you," he sniffs, but THANKFULLY NO ACTUAL CRYING INVOLE, "it makes me so happy to hear that you in believe me. i won't fail you, i swear!" he said it like he was making a vow for world peace or some shit bc of how serious it had sounded but this was important to him.

"yea, okay," katsuki said, looking away bc got this entire conversation was agonizing bc here he was talking to the person, but not JUST ANY RANDOM PERSON, who is carrying a baby w/ half of katsuki's dna & they're not fucking each other. like,,, that's fucking weird okay.

"that's all i wanted to say," deku told him, fully aware how uncomfortable this talk was making him, "so I won't bother you anymore." he gave one last smile and turned to go but KATSUKI WHO SHOULD HAVE LET IT END THERE found himself opening his mouth and grabbing deku by the arm.

it was careful, a firm but gentle hand placed his forearm like deku was glass that stopped him for a moment. "if--if," katsuki said, swallowing around a stone in his throat, "you find yourself needing anything, call me ok? ANYTHING i dont care just call me and i'll be there."

a slow but the brightest fucking smile he had ever seen bloom on deku's flushed face. "ok, i'll let you know," he replied, bc this was KATSUKI PUTING HIMSELF OUT THERE AND WANTING TO GET INVOLVE IN IZUKU'S PREGNACY even tho deku had given him a clean break from it. HE CHOSE THIS.

katsuki doesn't know what he was thinking then but the words slipped passed his guard before he can stop it & now he fucking doomed himself, doom himself to 3am late night calls of deku crying in hysteric at his home bc he ran out of some rare hard to find fruit bc CRAVINGS. so now katsuki had to dragged himself all the way across town to hunt for this shit. the morning news of that day was hero ground zero harrassing shopkeeper in the FUCKING ASS'S OCLOCK FOR SOME FRUIT AND DEMANDING IT NOW FOR W/E REASON, WHILE LOOKING SO FURIOUS & UNHINGED.

look, it's not like deku doesn't have an entire network of ppl to reach out to if he ever needed anything bc they would even laid down their life for him but even when he's cursing a storm trying to get deku's his midnight craving, he's so relief it's him that deku called first. besides, he firmly knew wut he had signed up for the moment he had opened his mouth. offering is help in the pregnancy process was him choosing to get involve and commit to deku & his (god fucking damn shit, he can't think of it as *theirs* bc that's too dangerous) baby. and bc this is bakugou katsuki and he never does any by halves so even though he may have been reluctant at first but now that he's firmly on board he's going in full throttle w/ no break in sight. katsuki dumps all his $$ on pregnacy & prenatal care books.

he read papers, argued on pregnancy forum, & even harassed his parents on it just so he can come at this like a fucking boss bc while he has full faith in deku to put the safety of the fetus first but also HE DOESN'T FUCKING TRUST DEKU TO PUT HIMSELF FIRST which is just as import. deku has the self-preservation of a damn child & he can't expect a *child* to take care of himself so KATSUKI OBVIOUSLY GOT TO DO IT FOR HIM. so he make diet plans, prepare prep meals for deku ahead of them, annoyed deku's coworkers to watch out for him lest he does something stupid. he make it his firm mission that this pregnancy will go smoothly as possible so even when he's running errands for deku, getting his weird ass food craving, and taking deku to visit his ob-gyn, sitting in the waiting room anxiously for any news in case SOMETHING GO WRONG.

He even drives himself crazy learning about the things a pregnant person can't do/is at risk of doing & he doesn't know how anyone can fucking take this for 10 months bc it's like walking on a precarious tight rope. it's scary & humbling and he just want deku & the baby to be ok.

there are still crimes and villains to wrangle, and the world keeps on spinning; nothing really change all that much now that deku's pregnant but katsuki finds himself personally accolating his precious time and energy toward deku & the baby. he became one of those *PEOPLE*, ugh. he never got it even when his friends had popped out spawns of their own. he wasn't going to get dragged down by biology & all that general bullshit about settling down. he's at the top of his game & prize to take over deku's position as no.1. he got no time for playing family.

yet here he is standing in the middle of a fucking baby store, staring down a damn baby crib and having a melt down. who the fuck knew that baby cribs come in so many fucking versions and THERE ARE JUST TOO MANY OF THEM. he thought he had come prepare but no this was toughs shit. he only saw this store in passing while on a patrol & thought he should drop by but the next thing he knew he got trapped here for three fucking hours just looking at baby cribs. he already got several people walking passed him, eyeing him weirdly as he internally freak out.

there are ridiculous amount of info floating on the internet about crib buying guide like the bars could only be certain inches apart, non-toxic paints, diff kind of mattress, safe headboards, etc etc. all of that to ensure the baby doesn't fucking DIE bc babies are like FRAGILE.

he calls deku & as soon as he picks up, the first thing katsuki says is, "last year, there were 1,842 babies death due to sudden infant death syndrome."

a long pointed pause, and then, "oh geez," deku answers, "where are you? I'll be right there, okay? don't go anywhere!"

#bakudeku #not!fic #sperm donor au

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Humble Surprises

lil Rohan x Dio fic for the bestie

summary: Rohan draws Dio because he's a simp

word count: 1.9k

It was silent in the Kishibe residence, both Rohan and Dio were sitting parallel to each other in the living room. A faint sound of the record player playing Mozart softly. Rohan was sat on his single seater red leather couch seemingly slaving away working on his manga as usual, at least that’s what it seemed like to Dio.

Dio however, was sat on the black three seater leather couch reading one of his old books from the 1880s, holding it with one had as he swirled a glass of red wine with his other hand, stopping his reading to take a small sip every so often.

The two had met only years prior when Rohan was nineteen and decided to take a trip to Cairo to expand the limits of the manga he had been planning for years. He frequently used the architecture of the buildings in the manga, even in frequent volumes just to reference back to one of the best moments in Rohan’s life.

Rohan ended up stumbling away from the city, getting too versed in drawing anything that piqued his interest, to the point of him having to buy an extra four sketchbooks the minute he landed in Cairo, knowing he’d lose all control. It only took two days for Rohan to fill up the first sketchbook. To ensure that he wouldn’t fill the rest of the sketchbooks in mere days, Rohan decided to venture off away from the city, trying to take in more than what met the eye.

Off in the distance he saw a large building, illuminated by candles of all shapes and sizes, curious, Rohan decided to head towards it.

Meanwhile, inside the mansion stood Dio and his thirteen year old son, Giorno in deep discussion in front of the grand staircase. “Giorno, son. Don’t be ridiculous, you can’t venture off to Italy this young on your own!” Dio exclaimed, to which he continued on in a hushed tone of voice, “please son, if you leave it’ll just be me and Vanilla Ice, and as much as I appreciate him as a follower, it’s too much. By this point he should just be my slave, he’s that subservient to me.” In response Giorno rolled his eyes, playing with the ends of his braid. “Father, I’m not doing this to abandon you, I adore you, you care for me whereas mother doesn’t, she left you for a Japanese man, and I cannot forgive her for doing so. But I digress, you’re extremely dramatic. The most compelling reason you wouldn’t want me to leave is as a result of you being a vampire, and Italy is a catholic country, therefore having crosses and garlic and whatever vampires are allergic to.” This caused Dio to look towards his son with a deadpan look on his face whereas Giorno was stood with a smirk on his.

Unbeknownst to the two, the grand door had been open for a minute where Rohan had been standing, jaw agape from what he had just witnessed, “You-“ he tried to muster something to say, but was quickly silenced by the tall vampire suddenly appeared by his side. Giorno looked to the scene in amusement, “You can’t kill him.” He spoke nonchalantly to which Dio opened his mouth to reply only to close it once more, unable to think of a response. By now, Rohan had gained control over his thoughts once again and started to look around frantically. “Ah! The architecture of this place is simple magnificent.” Rohan exclaimed, turning to face the vampire. “And, you’re a vampire? Your features would be great in my manga. Oh the possibilities are endless, having a vampire in my story would add a little spice.” Rohan ranted, without Dio realizing, his son had slipped away from the situation, laughing softly noticing how fascinated his father was with the mortal.

Dio was stunned, normally if a human had stumbled into the mansion, Dio would kill them or turn them into a vampire to act as his follower, but this human, he was something else.

Over time, Dio found himself infatuated with the human who he came to know as Rohan, and within a years’ time of knowing him, his partner. Dio thought it would be appropriate to turn Rohan into a stand user just lie himself, using the arrow. To no surprise to anyone, his stand; Heaven’s Door took inspiration from Rohan’s zeal for manga and the arts. Later, the two found that The World had a softness for Heaven’s Door, acting in a nurturing way towards it. The first time the two saw their stands together The World seemed to be fretting over Heaven’s Door and seemingly inquiring about its powers. Seeing this made the users chuckle, who knew their stands felt so softly for each other?

Fast forwarding to the present, Rohan was scribbling away at a piece of paper, having his coloured inks sprawled on the coffee table, dipping his pen in every so often. Dio thought is was cute how Rohan acted when he drew, tongue in between his lips, eyebrows furrowed, his hair sticking to his cheeks; his headband working to no avail. Whilst reading, Dio would look up over his book to take in the sight of his partner. He thought it was strange how the two of them clicked, a 138-year-old vampire, and a passionate manga artist. Two unlikely lovers, and quite frankly, Dio wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Aha!” Rohan suddenly called out, causing Dio to place down his now empty glass of wine as well as his book. “Are you okay there, darling?” Dio asked, an undertone of concern laced in his words. Rohan looked up to his boyfriend, a large grin plastered on his face, “Everything is fine, my love. If you don’t mind” he stood up, drawing in hand, “I’ll be right back.” Rohan then rushed upstairs in order to finalize some details.

Dio rubbed his chin in curiosity, “What ever could that man have been drawing to be that excited for it?” He questioned. Shrugging, he stood, picking up the glass and walked into their kitchen which had the key to the basement. Dio snatched the key off the hook and headed towards the basement door. He opened it and flicked the lights on, stepping down the wooden stairs. He took a deep inhale, the smell of various types of wine accumulating into one scent. He walked around the racks of wine, uncertain on what flavour he was craving. Dio didn’t realise that ten minutes had already passed before he finally picked the perfect red wine. A Malbec; which Dio thought perfectly expressed the fruitiness of summer, having a blueberry flavour with a hint of spice. Perfect for these Summer evenings.

The moment he picked up the bottle of wine from the rack to take back upstairs, he was suddenly was enveloped by two arms around his waist, “I knew you’d be down here, you alcoholic.” Rohan joked, nuzzling his cheek into Dio’s defined back. “Oh hush, young one, I simply ran out of the wine from earlier. That’s beside the point though,” he started, turning to wrap one of his arms around his boyfriend. “what did you need from me, dear?” He asked, pressing a soft kiss to Rohan’s forehead.

“I came to ask you to come upstairs. I wanted to show you the finished piece.” Rohan smiled, taking Dio’s free hand and almost dragging him upstairs. Taking almost stagnant steps, Dio smirked; “You know dear, you’re stronger than you look.” To which Rohan replied with briefly glaring at him and groaning, “Come on, I don’t have all evening to wait for you-“ He was promptly cut off by seeing that his boyfriend was no longer behind him, rather; leaning on the door frame in front of him, eyebrow quirked. “Exactly what I’m saying love, come on, we haven’t got all day.” Dio spoke, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Once more, Rohan groaned, muttering “Sometimes I hate that stand of yours.”

Taking his boyfriend’s hand once again, the two walked up to Rohan’s office in silence. When the two were in front of the door, Rohan released Dio’s hand and turned to face him. “Okay, no using The World, I want you to cover your eyes, it’s a surprise. Whether you’ll like it or not is beyond my control, but I hope at least you’ll appreciate it.” Dio nodded and covered his eyes with his arm, still holding the bottle of wine whilst reaching out for Rohan’s hand and succeeding.

Rohan opened the door and took slow steps, trying to ensure his partner wouldn’t trip, walking into the center of the room then stopping. Rohan let out a sigh and released Dio’s hand again. “Okay, you may uncover your eyes.” To which Dio complied, accompanied by Rohan saying “Surprise!”

He took in the drawing. It was him, which was the first thing to shock Dio, Rohan really cared that much about him to take hours of time to draw him? What surprised him more was the fact that is was him when he was a teen, back in the 1880s before everything in his life fell apart. Dio was taken aback, stumbling backwards slightly. It was a beautiful drawing, the fluidity of the ink encapsulating his features perfectly. Dio, needless to say was taken away with the drawing, and Rohan could see it in his expression.

Tears cropping up in the corner of Dio’s eyes shocked Rohan the most though. “Darling, are you alright, is the drawing that bad? I can destroy it if you want.” Rohan frantically explained. Dio shook his head, rejecting the idea. “Don’t do anything of the sort darling. I apologise, but I was just incredibly taken aback from it. It’s beautiful. You perfectly matched up my personality from when I was a boy, all from the stories I’ve told you about my youth.” Dio stated, Rohan nodding as he spoke.

“Are you sure that’s all-“ Rohan started, but getting cut off mid-sentence by his boyfriend. “I know you must think there’s some deeper meaning to by my response being as sorrowful as you expected, and there is. It’s just that, looking at this drawing evoked something inside of me; regret? Anguish? I’m not sure, but whatever it is makes me miss JoJo, I never wanted to actually hurt him-“ Dio’s rant being cut off by Rohan hugging him, tears of his own cropping.

Dio smiled softly, returning the hug, staring at the drawing. “I want you to frame it. It’s too precious to put elsewhere.” Rohan nodded.

“Thank you Rohan, this means a lot to me. You’re so talented and I cannot thank you enough for being my partner despite my past.” Dio spoke softly. Rohan muttered a response against his partner’s chest; “I love you too, Dio. If you ever need me to draw something which can bring to life the memories you once had with Jonathan, I’ll do it, no questions asked.”

Later that night, Dio found the drawing framed and hung in the walkway to the living room and smiled softly. “Thank you, JoJo.” He whispered to himself. As he said those words, he could’ve sworn he felt a large hand on his shoulder, one so familiar to him, but so distant at the same time. Jonathan Joestar after all these years was still looking over his brother.

#dio brando #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #rohan kishibe #dio x rohan #jjba fanfic #DIO #kishidio

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mayhemofmusesarchive · 3 years

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*dumps these in* ☆ ━ If you could live in the world of your muse(s) would you? ▲ ━ How many muses do you have on tumblr in total? ♬ ━ What are your top 3 favorite songs? ✖ ━ What’s something you’re very curious about? ☁ ━ What is your opinion on cereal? ☂ ━ What’s your favorite kind of weather and why?

There’s no such thing as an odd question. Maybe a little.

☆ ━ If you could live in the world of your muse(s) would you?

It depends on my muses, you know? I wouldn’t mind living in Tri’s world since it’s like Cyberpunk and futuristic or Swatch’s and Gaster’s world because the story and environment is compelling even if it may seem simple. Don’t think I would want to live in Hell though even if it’s lively. I feel I would be killed within a day since I’m so shy and meek. Could be easily taken advantage of XD

▲ ━ How many muses do you have on tumblr in total?

Oh god. Probably maybe 30+. I have.. so many muses and that’s including my Transformers blogs. I just >>;; I have a problem maybe ajegegae pfft.

♬ ━ What are your top 3 favorite songs?

That’s a hard question to answer since I love music! It’s a good source of inspiration! Right now I like Layto - Houndin since it always makes me think of Mammon. Sickick - Mind Games is another good one and lastly, Lil Nas X - MONTERO because I just.. I really like that song okay?

✖ ━ What’s something you’re very curious about?

My friends mostly. Like, I want to know what they’re thinking about and how they feel about certain things. What compels them to write or do the things they enjoy? How are they doing? Can I come and visit? Probably not, but wouldn’t that be awesome? How are things where they’re at? Dumb things like that... I wonder if I can get a lobster as a pet. I’ve always wanted one. Blue or brown though? Hmmm...

☁ ━ What is your opinion on cereal?

I’m not a big fan really, but I’ll eat it if there’s nothing else to eat. I’m just not fond of soups or soup like food. I like solid food, not liquid. I don’t know. I’m weird. If I wanted liquid, I’d get a drink!

☂ ━ What’s your favorite kind of weather and why?

Snow or rain. I’ll always love the snow no matter what. I just like cold really and growing up, I was always sick whenever it snowed so I didn’t get to play it much. I once went out despite being sick and I just... took it all in. The serene and quietness of it all. The cold, prickly sensation in my finger tips and how it burned, yet felt nice. Every time I breathed, a wisp of steam would leave my lips. I also love the rain because it’s calming and sometimes, I would purposely just wander around in it, getting lost in my thoughts...

#qucintly #﹙ OOC ﹚ Oᴘᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋs #﹙ Asᴋs ﹚ Asᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ #((Thanks for the asks!))

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mamaaaauwu · 3 years

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[[Harley saves the day!]]

[[and ascends to godhood in the process. Discord thread with writing i’m proud of. starring @cosmosfated!]]

Kairos

Gaunt, unhealthily thin, as if he hasn't eaten well in months, or has been on a diet of punishment for one reason or another and the people who have captured him are using it against him. His clothes hang on him as if they're hanging off pure determination to keep going rather than anything healthy. And indeed there's a sliver of red in his violet eyes as if he had made a batch of DETERMINATION just for himself in the recent months or so, or perhaps in the recent week.

But here and now, Harley Quinn told him to crack a joke. For some reason. "Hey, you." The cat monster looks at him from the other side of the electricity fueled bars that he's leaning up against and feeling the rush of. "What did the faerie tell the priest in response to religion?" The incredulous look and the response of 'what??' is enough for him.

He has very little enthusiasm to his voice when he speaks this time but it's a pun, he knows his dad overhears it. "Well I'm not FAEthless." That earns him an eyeroll from the cat monster but that's not what he's waiting for.

A flutter of hope in his chest. (Save me, itches a dull prayer in his throat like burning a clove in the fireplace.)

Harley Quinn

Harley wasn't expecting to be changed into a halloween fairy costume covered in glitter, but she's thankful that the tutu dress is at least in her favorite colors.

her baseball bat has 'become' a part of a cross, slid through the bottom of a shotgun. she smiles and bashes the monster across the face before cocking the gun. "The power'a Winchester compels you to open this cage."

Kairos

Kairos smiles from his place on the floor and he can't help but give a two finger salute. "Ello, Mx." Carefully not giving out her name to this captor of his but also granting her the awareness that he hears her coming in.

The cat monster had whipped around just in time to be hit right across the face and honestly it hurts like it had more damage upon it. Wide eyes search for a way out of this and reaches out and instead casts a binding spell on Harley in an attempt to keep her still. No need to get violent just yet.

Harley Quinn

"Hiya hon. Just call me Tinkerbell." she winks before feeling the spell hit.

it travels up her body, even squeezing in like ropes, showing off the gymnast physique. "Oooh, kinky. unfortunately only the Missus 'r the otha Missus are allowed to do that." she may be bound, but she has just enough wiggle room to aim the cross and pull the trigger... into the knee.

"Shit; I was aimin' for ya foot."

Kairos

"Tinkerbell it is." The taste is unique. As a name, as an alias. As a savior. It's different from John. It's different from Clemency. It's different from Emrys. Softer, sweeter, with a hint of ash wood and gunpowder. He's not sure which he prefers. Mx. Quinn or Tinkerbell. He'll decide later.

The monster collapses to one knee with a gasp and a cry of pain, and there's a glare. "I've done nothing to you but bind you! Why are you even here? You're clearly not working for us. I should have you arrested for assault of a high ranking magi!"

There's a snort from Kairos. Yeah ok.

Harley Quinn

she wiggles her shoulder blades to make the wings flutter. "i raised a fae and helped em remember their true power; i know the rules better than my own blood pressure." she looks back down to the monster.

"oh, that ain't about what you did, its about what you didn't do. I gave a clear and simple instruction that you failed t'follow, but i'll give you a lil context as an apology for missin' ya foot." she offers a smile that's far too wide, with the wrong kind of teeth for a humanoid mouth.

"Numba one; the only person i work for is me. Numba two; tryin' to have me arrested will result in nothin' but a pile'a magi corpses for some poor bastard to clean up. Numba three, you are gonna drop this chintzy little spell and open the cage like a good kitty, or there ain't gonna be enough of you left to put inta a pet sematery." she cocks the shotgun, as a final warning.

Kairos

Kairos is slow to stand as if he's struggling with the weight of gravity. Or as if something is physically weighing down on top of him. He's almost tempted to wheeze out a name, use his last spell, his very last spell to call upon his dad, so that he can get extra help, but he's not sure how Tinkerbell would take that. So he just stands and grips the bars for a moment before releasing them again. Too much skin to the bars. Ow.

The cat monster hisses for a moment before taking a breath and hobbling to a stand, taking out a ring of keys and going to a rather unassuming one in the ring of pretty and decorated ones that look like they match other doors and unlocking the door. "There. Happy?" They grumble about needing a healer, or days off, now.

Kairos uses his coat to pull back the bars for the door and step outside. "Oh, hey, can I have that magic to eat?" To which there's a glare so cold it could freeze his soul. "... Nevermind then. Let's go, Tinkerbell. Before people show up from that shotgun blast."

Harley Quinn

She cracks her neck, and the binding magic snaps off, causing her eyes to widen, but no other show of surprise. "no, I'm not at all happy, actually, but i ain't here to play with you neither. pick a god and pray that you don't get put between me an' my goals again." she stops, seemingly listening to something. she purses her lips, considering it deeply. she looks to Kairos.

"If I'm gonna be Tink, that'd make you Peter Pan." she gives him a very serious gaze. it crackles with an energy, a specific one that is nonetheless easy to understand.

"Now answer me somethin, Petey. you and these mage guys, you've been doing this song and dance for a long, long time... your adoptive relative that you mentioned. Does he know about this? That you've been paying for his actions with the very blood and energy of your own body and soul? Does he know this, and still does nothing to protect you?"

Kairos

Within one blink and another, the cat monster disappears, but the sound of limping footsteps are heard running down the hallway. Running, like a coward- or like someone who wants to plot revenge. Whichever comes first.

Kairos however snorts. "Peter Pan? Interesting." But instead of dismissing it entirely he looks at her and considers her words. And then he grows sad at the mention of his adoptive relative. His dad. Why hasn't he told him? It's stupid. Maybe it shows on his face.

"No... He doesn't even know. I haven't told him. He's not... aware. I'm trying to keep this quiet because, well, I thought I could handle this on my own. It's not that he wouldn't be able to help, it's that I don't let him. Maybe I should." He shrugs. "We should get going." He turns and gestures to walk with him but doesnt start walking without her.

Harley Quinn

"i ain't judgin', yanno. that would be a serious breach of psychologist code." she tilts her head.

"but, y'see... i'm feelin'.... i'm feelin' somethin' i never felt before, and if it is what I think it is, then it might change our exit strategy. besides, i've taken out worse than that with one hand behind my back." she gazes down at herself, briefly.

"it's that kinda thing that you can't just shrug off and keep walking... y'gotta stop and give it a proper think through, you know?"

Kairos

"I don't want to bother him with this." He says very quietly. "I can't bring this up to him." He sounds almost... Scared? Like a puppy that's been kicked one too many times. But then he returns to that strong and haughty facade that he presents and grins. "Plus, I have one more spell that they haven't wrested from my clutches and I can use it right now to make sure that nothing stands in our way as we leave. Clean escape! No one gets hurt, and we're free to go! Everybody's happy!" Most of all, he can clean himself up before his folks find out about this little excursion.

"What good is thinking about it going to do anyway? It already happened. We're already here." He kicks at the ground. He wants to go. "I just want to get something to eat. And I know where their stash is and I can grab some before they even know. Easy pickings."

Harley Quinn

"You don't get what i'm sayin' here, Petey." the energy gets stronger, filling the room. its that smile you wear singing along to a song about hunting down a cheating lover, its that tickle you get when you see someone who did you dirty meet with karma, and have karma chew their face off. its the laughter you can't control when some blowhard gets his ass handed to him on a silver platter. its the comedy in others' well earned tragedy.

"what i'm saying is... well... i think you oughta let me take point... maybe stand a few feet back, even." she strides with her two weapons in hand, a murder walk. "lets see if we can't get you a little snack fer th' road first."

Kairos

The energy is so tantalizing. He can almost taste it. It's delectable and sweet and tastes divine. ... Divine. Godlike. Godlike? He reels and goes wide eyed at her. No. No... He shakes his head.

He takes a few steps back and bows to her, allowing her to pass. "Let's get something done shall we?" He can't wait to see what she'll do. He reaches out and plucks a thread and begins to weave a thread to lead them in the right direction. Like silvery strands that disappear into the light around them. Bringing people to steal from. It wouldn't hurt to eat.

Harley Quinn

"now now, no worship from you, Pete." she turns back and boops him in the nose.

"fae and religion don't mix, remember? you're the one who opened my eyes, and now i'm gonna stretch my wings on your enemies to show my appreciation. we're even-steven, got it?" she giggled as she continued onwards.

"yanno, in hindsight it kinda seems obvious; two people went into that vat'a potions and chemicals... and I'm the one who almost drowned in it! why should he be the only demigod? though that would mean two good things came'a that relationshit-show... naaaaaah i dove in of my own free will, he's got no claim to it." she hums as she inserts the bat back into the shotgun, then gasps in laughter.

"hey, it just occurred to me; ya joke about religion just got a million times funnier!"

Kairos

He listens. And he listens. He's become very good at listening to people talk amongst themselves, to themselves, around themselves, even when they don't think that he's around. He's become one with illusion and shadow as he has with light and day, and it's an interesting dichotomy to watch seeing as his main focus is indeed change and disruption. The wayward force that governs the way the tides of chaos and order change and dance on the wind. So he listens. He won't use this against her. That would be uncouth.

He tugs on a silver string and feels the breath be drawn out of him as they walk, and people skid to a halt in their path, only enough to handle, only enough to have heard the buckshot of a shotgun from down the echoing halls of a prison that is only full of SPECIAL prisoners. And he has to gather his breath again, breathe in, hold, let it out, hold. They'd not see him weak. This would make him strong, or so help him. He had to get stronger. He can't just rely on magic his whole life. He WILL get stronger.

The new information is sidebar to him and he hums. The real thing that makes him grin is the comment about his joke. "Didja? I tried really hard on it! I'm glad you liked it, Tinkerbell. Now, leave them at least partially alive for me to be able to eat."

Harley Quinn

the thing about "Tink" is that the whole thing wasn't a soliloquy, but was directed to him. not that she'd quiz him on what she said or anything, but she wasn't talking to anyone but him.... this time anyway.

"Oh no it was a real pissa; i wasn't wearing this before i got here yanno! ya summoned me and gave me a strong gag to work with! now, speakin' of strong gags..." she places the shotgun and bat carefully on the floor with great ceremony.

"here comes a runnin' joke!" she dashes forward and launches into handsprings and flips to get enough momentum to land a neat handstand on a mage in the middle. "Hiya, guys gals an' nonbinary pals!"

Kairos

"Really?" He can't help but laugh. He can't imagine his words summoning someone in such a fanciful get up. It's flashy and eye catching and oh so HIM but that's not suited for this mission. "Maybe I should be a bit more covert next time I summon you." As if this would happen again (and again and again-)

And he then watches her handspring off towards the mages that interrupted.

The magi in the middle squeaks, then growls in indignation and tries to reach up to grab Harley by the forearms and bodily toss her off, seemingly more fit than the last magi she squared up against. It again makes Kairos laugh because Tinkerbell seems far more capable of taking care of herself than these mages do.

Harley Quinn

She grabs the upper arms as they latch onto her forearms, using them as a fulcrum to swing herself down and around to scatter the formation. she lands on her feet and smashes her unwilling helper in the nose with her forehead.

Kairos

The mage stumbles back after being hit in the face and fires off a bolt of fire directly at her, mostly as a deterrent to get her to jump back and away but if she tanks it then she tanks it. This one won't use his big spells on her. He'll just body her as much as possible before being taken down.

Kairos plucks at the silver thread again and the mages behind the main mage lose their footing and fall flat on their ass. Might as well help out some while he can no? Pluck pluck motherfuckers.

Harley Quinn

she leap frogs right over the blast and does another hand spring to drive her heels right into the mage's chin.

"Order up, Petey! bon appetit! unless you like em more tenderized than this."

Kairos

The mage collapses back onto his ass and grunts, rubbing his lower spine for only a moment before going to get up. Kairos is there in a split second however and he smiles sweetly, hand on his shoulder, knelt down next to him. "At least you get something good out of this, aye?"

And with a placing of his free hand on the chest over the mage's heart, the mage's eyes widen before they roll back into his eyes, almost instantly unconscious. Lips curl back to show off his teeth, into a maddened grin, wanting so badly to EAT.

But then he hears the screams of the mages only ten feet away - 'star eater is going on a frenzy' this and 'the hu-ka'li is out of containment' that - and he it centers him. Can't let himself get carried away. He's not his ancestors.

Harley Quinn

"oh his frenzy is the least of your problems. LEMME DEMONSTRATE." she launched onto one of the loud mouths, her face elongating into a snout as she bends down. hyena jaws clamp down on the arm and rip it clean from the socket, crunching the bone in two. she looks back at Kairos with a blood soaked smile.

"take your time and eat your fill. just don't make yourself sick, okay?"

Kairos

Now the screams are more centered on Harley's actions than the fact that Kairos is out of his cell and feeding himself. But that's no matter. They'll cause chaos for themselves in due time.

Kairos chuckles at the blood, but it sounds weary, as if he's slightly discomforted by the sight of it. (Calm down. You expected this. The multiverse is bloody and cold and callous and heartless. Not every place is the way you built your world.) "The only thing that would happen like that is that I would get drunk and then I would actually go on a feeding frenzy and well, we need to try and avoid that." He says as he walks up to the one without an arm who is trying to get away from them both against the wall and just knocks him out via taking some energy from him. Not much but enough to put him out of his misery. Mages are too proud here to admit that they need help. "I'm more surprised you're not asking more questions." He says, something dark and strange dripping from his mouth and teeth like something viscous and heavy.

Harley Quinn

"ain't here to ask questions and pry into your business, Petey." she stands, licking her lips.

"i'm here to bust you out and bust some heads; you're no longer theirs to starve and cage and squeeze for information without so much as a thank you. you're under my protection, and my vengeance is swift, without mercy, and without consideration for their way of doing things." she rattles this off with such a matter of fact tone, as though it should've been obvious from the moment she appeared.

"if you can think of a better way for me to communicate this than what i'm doing, i'm all ears." her ears go from human to hyena, though whether this was a conscious act of punctuation, or the result of her pun, is impossible to distinguish.

Kairos

His gaze goes glassy eyed, distant for a little while as she talks. He registers what she's saying, but he doesn't understand. How could he? Someone not wanting to understand what he is to the point that they go mad with the hope that they can discover something new? Someone not wanting to cut him open and discover what makes him push and pull like a frog on the experiment table in high school biology? He doesn't get it.

But with a thought of his own - You're trying to escape. Don't let lies distract you. - he snaps to focus and he smiles. "Of course, Tinkerbell. That sounds reasonable for you." And for her, perhaps it does.

"But as for a better way of doing things..." He reaches out into thin air and takes out a thick spool of nearly translucent thread that glows with heavenly light. He hands it out to her. "A spool of thread that made some truth telling lasso. It apparently can't break unless you tell it to and lay hands on the thread. Keep them tied up instead of killing them or maiming them. It makes it easier for me to eat."

Harley Quinn

"Oh shit like Wondy! Nice!" She takes the spool and gets right to work trussing up the mages for market. Her ears are up to listen for further enemies

Kairos

He feels bad for the mages, he does. They gave him comfortable bedding, good food, good conversation (though most of it was information based), and they were kinder than most mages. And plus, they don't have to run into his sister here. She doesn't work here. He thinks.

But he IS hungry. And she IS offering.

So he pulls on some strings and brings some more mages to their path. He probably can't do this many more times but he needs to eat something. These ones are tougher, burlier, to reflect his need for more 'protein' in his diet.

Harley Quinn

"Ah, you need some beef, huh?" She smiles and rolls her neck before launching into one big spring, transforming completely in mid air and laying the newcomers flat.

#ooc

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clarisrenaldis · 3 years

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Today, I have chosen full offence. So I will rant.

I love Jurassic Park. It’s my childhood -also how I developed a crush on Jeff Goldblum- and 12 yo me was so excited for Jurassic World!! It was aight… Anyway, not the point.

Jurassic World was all right. Do I feel like it did not live up to its predecessors? No. I feel like it was pretty disappointing. There were some plot holes and unnecessary parts in the movie (I mean honetsly, running from a t rex with heels? give that woman a pair of sneakers, please, she'll have permanent damage), and some didn’t really make sense.

I honestly couldn’t care less about the kids; they worried too much about giving the kids too much screen time? In the Jurassic Park trilogy I always felt that they did not overdo the exposure about the kids in each movie. For example:

First movie? Enthusiastic little boy that is going through his dinosaur phase like most kids do and preteen girl that prefers staying at home using the computer, also normal for a teen. They are also the grandkids of the founder. Makes sense they are there because the park was planned for the whole family and wanted the kids’ opinion.

That’s it. That’s the exposure. Lex and Timmy were normal kids overall.

In Jurassic World they tried to make Gray and Zach have more protagonist roles, even when they were secondary characters. Which is also why it threw me off. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the kids being the protagonists and seeing things from their perspective. But Jurassic World felt more like the story of Claire and Owen and the mutant dinosaur than the story of two kids going on vacation to the park their aunt works at because their parents are in a complicated relationship and need some time. Yes, that’s the backstory of the kids.

They tried really hard and failed in making the kids shine so bad and instead made them so forgettable. I will always remember how memorable the kids from the trilogy were, because they made them compelling characters with distinct personalities and handiness.

Like I said, Lex and Timmy. Lex was cheerful, got along well with her brother but had small sibling feuds that made their relationship really relatable, she knew her way around a computer, she felt like the only person that reacted realistically to all the shit happening, again, relatable and was consistent. Timmy makes me laugh, is overly enthusiastic and likes picking on his sister, normal thing for a ten yo and even though he went through shit, he still managed to maintain a somewhat positive outlook.

Jurassic Park 2? I loved Kelly. She was so fun and charismatic and she was sporty. Her personality is that of a curious girl and she honestly really liked cheerleading and talking to her dad. She’s consistent throughout and even if she did something reckless like sneaking into his dad’s expedition, you can’t be mad at her.

Jurassic Park 3 was a journey. This is the movie I would’ve liked from Eric’s perspective. His wit and dinosaur knowledge makes for a really clever survivor. I liked him.

I think Jurassic world tried to fit in a lot of exposure like the third movie. A failing marriage, survival horror, a mistake made by an authorative figure, seeking help from a professional that doesn’t agree with the execution of some things, etc. Here’s the difference, in Jurassic Park 3 it makes room for peaks and valleys, in Jurassic World it just flat lines.

Probably the biggest flaw I found within the movie. Others may name more. But Jurassic World is a meh, tbh.

Now, this. This is where the rage comes in.

Jurassic World 2.

This piece of shit.

Claire, the operation manager of the fucking park that went through all the fucking trauma and experienced first hand the horrors, TURNS INTO A WILDLIFE ACTIVIST WISHING FOR DINOSAURS TO BE RELEASED INTO THE WILD???

Here’s the thing that boils my blood. There’s a reason that the human was able to flourish after the big bang.

Dinosaurs weren’t fucking roommates with Neanderthals and homo sapiens you fucknut.

Sure, let’s fucking release into the wild APEX PREDATORS SUCH AS THE FUCKING VELOCIRAPTOR THE SMARTEST HUNTER IN THE HISTORY OF PALEONTHOLOGY THAT HAS STUDIES PROVING THAT WE WOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN FAR IF THERE HADN’T BEEN AN 80 FUCKING THOUSAND YEARS OF DIFFERENCE IN BETWEEN.

Now this is where it really makes me want to rip my hair out.

It’s not a thing about putting them in an island away from everybody.

Here, I’m going to make you a simple example:

When a new species is introduced into a new ecosystem, that ecosystem will crash. Which is exactly what happened with the beaver in the forests of the south of Argentina and Chile. They began taking downs trees and building dams in rivers, overall, damaging the ecosystem of the forests they were put in.

Is not about taking them to a place that could keep both humanity and dinosaurs safe. It’s about ruining an entire island’s ecosystem and possibly making the dinosaurs evolve because of the changes around them.

A tropical island from today is not the same as the tropical like environment from millions of years ago. Whose to say that most species will survive in a small island? These beings existed all over the world. Some weren’t close to eachother because of geography. Do you think it’s ok to put all of them in a small place?

Whose to say that herbivores will survive with the vegetation of the island? Whose to say that pollution won’t damage the island already and climate change won’t allow plants to grow? Whose to say that in introducing an apex predator into a calm tropical island that already has it’s own lil’ ecosystem trying to survive will benefit in any way?

AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED IN THE PLOT HOLY FUCK

CLONING? SERIOUSLY? AND THE TRIAL ON WHETHER THE SHOULD LEGALIZE DINOSAURS OR NOT??

I’m so mad they didn’t get the kids from the original trilogy because they would testify “THIS SHIT DON’T BELONG HERE, I ALMOST DIED, I WAS 10”.

AND A BUNCH OF FAMILIES THAT WENT ON VACATION SUFFERED AND MUST HAVE SUED THEM.

IT BEATS THE WHOLE PURPOSE OF THE FIRST MOVIE ENTIRELY.

THE WHOLE POINT IS THAT IT WENT FROM FASCINATION TO CRUEL REALITY REAL QUICK. AND THAT BRINGING THEM INTO THIS WORLD IS JUST BEING DELUSIONAL.

Jurassic Park taught that the way nature and life progress it shouldn’t be tampered with. Themes that stories that talk about reviving the dead, immortality and defying nature all teach. Jurassic park also brings morals into the table.

What Jurassic World 2 needed was another Dr. Ian Malcolm. They needed someone rational and experienced, juST LIKE CLAIRE AND I’M SO MAD THEY BUTCHERED HER CHARACTER SO FUCKING BAD.

Anyways, I hate Jurassic World. I’m not excited about the upcoming one, holy shit.

#jurassic park #jurassic world #jurassic world 2 #jurassic park trilogy #can you sense my anger?

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lightwoodsmagic · 5 years

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Hi! So I agree Liam is queer, and the pink🔺in his video compels me not to ignore it. I saw one of your Ziam posts making its rounds after the SIU video, so I thought you were the person to ask. I only joined the fandom after Zayn left, and I’ve always had a hard time finding info on why and how that played out at the time (nobody seems to agree). Could you elaborate (or link to previous posts) on why you think Ziam is still a thing, and how they are telling us? Thanks for your insight so far!

Hi anon!

Thank you so much for thinking of me! I’m sorry it’s taken me a little while to answer, but it took me a bit to gather all the info I wanted (while I should’ve been working oop).

Okay, please know that this post is gonna be loooooong, so I’ve popped it under the cut.

You’re right about nobody agreeing on Zayn leaving the band, and it makes sense that people have differing views. It’s such a complicated thing; there was a lot happening at the time.

I’m going to start by saying there’s a brilliant masterpost about Zayn leaving here. It’s incredibly detailed, talks about pretty much every aspect of it, and there’s so much to look into. It’s also wonderful to demonstrate how much the boys and Zayn still hinted at things and loved each other, like Harry using Zayn’s mic one night, Liam talking about him fondly in interviews, Niall still calling him by his nickname, and Louis wearing his clothes.

It’s a long read, but incredibly worth it, as it this stunting timeline.

Everyone is absolutely entitled to their opinion, so I’ll just give you mine. I’m gonna keep it (kind of) short though. A lot of what I’m about to say can be found in the masterposts I’ve linked above.

I believe that Zayn leaving was out of his control, and was never completely his decision. I believe that he was set to return, but for some reason, the plan changed. Mind of Mine was apparently written before he left, and while I think he would’ve been working on solo music before he left (and that all of them were to some extent), to tease an album right after the announcement that he left makes no sense. A contract like the one that 1D had/has with Syco would cost an obscene amount of money to get out of, and Zayn’s net worth didn’t change at all. They made it seem so simple in the very few interviews with Zayn afterwards, saying he just called his security, got on a plane, and left. I think Zayn struggled a lot with everything, they all did, but I don’t think he could’ve just left. There were articles put out about his new album that mentioned Simco and everything, but when people pointed out that it didn’t make sense with the narrative that Simon felt ‘betrayed’, the references were removed straight away.

There’s also a very solid theory that MoM was counted as One Direction’s sixth and final contracted album, and it really stands up. Check it out!

Look. There’s a lot to unpack with the whole situation, and I’ve hardly touched on it at all, but I really do encourage you to look into it with everything I’ve linked above 💞

Okay, now onto the second part of your ask!

Ziam. My loooovveesss.

I’m going to start by saying that there’s a lot of ways that Liam and Zayn have hinted that they’re still together, and honestly? The boys ain’t even subtle about it. I’ll start by talking about heaps of ways they’ve done that since Zayn left!

Alright, let’s start with the fact that they WILL NOT STOP LIKING, REBLOGGING, AND RETWEETING POSTS FROM ZIAM ACCOUNTS.

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These aren’t subtle Ziam accounts, and it’s not just these examples. This also isn’t just something in the past; that bottom right one references Stack It Up.

They’ve also both reposted fanart from a well known Ziam where each drawing referenced the other one.

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The Zayn art says ‘Love Payne’ on the beanie. Well then.

And the Liam one? That he posted on his personal insta? The artist added the ‘love’ tattoo from Zayn’s hand onto Liam’s. It’s obvious, and it’s not like Liam wouldn’t have noticed that suddenly there was a new tattoo added ON HIS OWN HAND.

Not very subtle, hey.

It’s also not the only shady social media activity related to the boys 👀

There was the time that Liam explained why he’d written ‘personally’ twice in a thank you post in his insta story to Bvlgari.

But he hadn’t. What had happened was that Twitter account @TheZiamNews had made a small mistake, and had actually written it twice. The only explanation was that Liam saw it on a Ziam update page VERY quickly, thought he had made the original mistake, and then explained. Interesting that Liam keeps up to date with them.

There was also the time Liam blocked an account for talking absolute shit about Zayn, or when Herbie Critchlow (a producer from Icarus Falls) retweeted a tweet about Common being about Ziam. Also can’t forget Brandon Colbein posting on insta about some songs he’d written, and somehow there was one for Zayn and one for Liam.

Oh, and when Liam’s friend Andy (who seems to…split the fandom, but alas) posted a video of him listening to Icarus Falls, or every single mirroring insta post Liam and Zayn can’t seem to help making.

And their eyebrow slits! 😊 this goes allllll the way back to One Direction days.

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Now, this is a constant, recurring thing for them over the years.

It’s usually at the same time, and it usually signifies something.

Zayn went ALL OUT one day, just after Z*gi ‘broke up’, and put a slit in his eyebrow, but it wasn’t a normal one. It was in the shape of an L. That fucking sap. Not to be outdone though, Liam popped a lil’ Z in the graphics for his show last year in Japan.

SAPS, THE BOTH OF THEM.

Now, jewellery.

OOOOOF are we in for it now. You’re probably regretting this ask already.

Cartier.

Say that single word around someone who believes in Ziam and you’ve lost them forever.

Back in 2015 (so yes, a while ago but bear with me) during the OTRA tour, Zayn suddenly started wearing a gold Cartier bracelet. It was interesting because Zayn didn’t wear bracelets at the time. It was particularly interesting because Liam had been seen earlier that day with jewellery bags buying a present. Curious.

Or obvious.

Either or.

A similar thing happened when Zayn attended the ‘Straight Outta Compton’ premiere, one of his first appearances after he left the band. He was wearing a Hublot watch, which was also interesting because Zayn didn’t wear watches either.

But GUESS WHERE LIAM HAD BEEN 2 DAYS BEFORE THE PREMIERE?

You’re damn right, anon. It was Hublot.

Now, the Cartier love bracelet.

This picture was posted when Liam was getting ready for the Brits in 2017. For those that don’t know, the Cartier love bracelet has little screws, and can only be undone with a little gold screwdriver that comes with it.

Liam wore it everywhere that year, and so often. It didn’t make sense for it to be ‘given to him by Ch*ryl’, because they would’ve used every opportunity to show that damn screwdriver.

But they didn’t, because she didn’t have it. Zayn did.

There’s also the other matching bracelets they’ve worn by Alexander McQueen.

And also the other time Zayn wore Cartier in his film clip, or the fact that Zayn started wearing a ring on his right ring finger that was sold and marketed by Cartier AS A WEDDING RING.

They also share watches if Zayn decides to wear one, because they’re cute like that.

Now, they also share clothes.

So many clothes, ohmygod.

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A prime example of this actually happened just last year! TWICE! IN NYC WHEN LIAM WAS THERE (obviously to see his husband). Both times, Liam was out and about wearing two of Zayn’s jackets.

It’s also absolutely not a coincidence that when Zayn was staying at G*gi’s apartment on Bond Street, Liam stayed at a hotel a few minutes away a number of times, but when Zayn moved to Soho, Liam suddenly switched hotels to one in Soho, a few minutes away from Zayn’s new place. Just can’t stay away from an old band mate you hardly talk to, hey.

Also can’t ignore Liam wearing numerous Kooples shirts during the time Zayn was doing promotional stuff for them. Husbands givin’ gifts.

NYC isn’t the only city that relates to Ziam though!

Ahhhhhhhh. Ziami. What a time, what a time, what a time (for you and I).

Anyway.

At the start of last year, Liam and Zayn were both in Miami at the same time filming music videos for Let Me and Familiar respectively, arriving either at the same time or a day apart. It was at a time when Zayn was all over his socials, posting poems and selfies and generally being his relaxed, gorgeous self, which wasn’t incredibly common for a while.

People were convinced they could hear Zayn in one of Liam’s insta stories, talking in the background just before Liam realises and raises his voice. It’s definitely not firm though, and Liam has someone in his team with a similar accent, but I’ve linked it so you can judge for yourself! Regardless, we knew they were both there, but it was a fun lil’ talking point!

Anyway, according to people who live in the area and know the coastline, they were in the same area at the same time, and we also knew that Liam wasn’t with Ch*ryl because she was back in the UK. Now, Liam posted an Instagram story the next morning half naked in bed, his 4 tattoo (we’ll get to that) and roses on full display, and saying he’d wrecked his voice.

Well then.

He also posted this.

It was a video, but it was Liam, in his room ‘alone’ with two desserts for breakfast at a time when we knew Zayn was there and no one else was, and he suddenly had no voice.

Okay okay, we get it.

They also consistently reference the number 25, and honestly, no one knows why the fuck.

Just casually on Liam’s jackets and shoes, Zayn’s shoes and a shirt that was sold (even the red and yellow, ffs Zayn), and also Zayn’s NECK, which he got in 2018. There was also chevrons on a collection for Zayn, just like Liam’s tattoos.

Speaking of tattoos Zayn got in 2018.

That big, red wolf on his chest just up there?

One of the biggest Ziam things to ever happen.

Red was Liam’s mic colour in 1D, everything they fucking do seems to be related to red, and Liam’s nickname is Wolfie because he’s from Wolverhampton.

It’s a red wolf, directly on his chest, and it’s 100% for Liam. It’s not the only red wolf tattoo Zayn has; he also has one on his leg with feathers, just like Liam’s feather tattoo.

The media often talk about the eyes Zayn has underneath that, and that they’re for G*gi, but the eyes underneath are so much lighter than the surrounding ink, the shape fits easily, and to me, it seems clear they’ve been done in a way that they can easily be inked over. It was designed for a cover up, and hopefully it’s coming. Zayn also has Liam’s name literally inked into his skin.

They also have coordinating hand tattoos. The mandala on Zayn’s hand and the roses on Liam’s are explained brilliantly in this post. The two of these together mean ‘Symbol of Eternity’. Fucking hell.

The three roses on Liam’s hand also translates to ‘I love you’. FUUUCCCKKKKKKK.

Liam also wore a ring for a while, until he was forced to take it off, but then he rebelled anyway, and got this.

It’s important because not only is it on his wedding finger, it’s also what he said about it, and when he got it.

Now, not only is 4 as an angel number about changing the only things that you can in a situation, but Liam directly said that’s what it was. He can’t wear a wedding ring, so he did the next best thing.

It also came when Liam and Ch*ryl became ‘official’, and when he’d already quashed marriage twice in an interview. Interesting choice, then. He also spoke of the 4 and a ring forming a halo, but still somehow shut down marriage talk?

…….okay then.

Some incredibly brilliant people pointed out that it also came just before Valentine’s Day.

And just before he started wearing the Cartier bracelet from earlier.

There’s also the blatant references to a gorgeous, loving relationship throughout Icarus Falls, especially in Common and There You Are. There You Are was pushed as a Z*gi song, but people realised it was impossible when they found old pictures of the name of the song on his original plan for Mind of Mine, and realised it just hadn’t made that album. It doesn’t fit their timeline at all, but it does fit Ziam.

We don’t see Zayn very much at the moment, and I’m glad that he’s taking his time just doing what he’s doing! It does mean that we hardly see them interact or reference each other much, but I have absolutely no reason to believe they’ve broken up. The fact that they’re both still going through PR relationship bullshit, and the timing of Liam getting a ‘girlfriend’ right now instead of just rumours is very interesting to me, because Z*gi officially finished again not that long ago. When one is ‘single’, the other can’t be, it seems.

This isn’t even everything, anon. They’re not subtle; Zayn just isn’t in the public eye as much.

Everything they do screams love, devotion, and commitment to each other.

And it’s fucking gorgeous.

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