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hcdragonwrites · 10 months

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Tangled Love

(A @semisolidmind Drabble)

Ok! I ran this by Semi before I posted just because I know absolutely nothing about LMK (except the animation can be so pretty!) just so I could get their characters down. I hope you all like it !

She just wanted to escape- both from this place and from her own mind tonight.

The ghosts of memories were walking and she had no distractions to chase them away.

Peaches walked the cool cavern halls of Water- Curtain Cave, her feet echoing in the depths. The sandals she wore and the ornamental clothing she had been thrown into made her scalp prickle and her skin itch. It was too much- but the attendants wouldn’t hear a thing about it.

She had to look the part of Queen.

Peaches, in the absence of the Lord of the mountain and his right hand and sword, was the remaining voice of authority.

To a point.

Finishing with courtly duties and listening in on behalf of her husbands wasn't a huge chore. The two of them rarely left at the same time however. If one was called away the other would remain. Or Peaches herself would be brought along.

This time however she hadn’t been.

It was the first time in ten years.

She had just this night- just this moment of reprieve and she would make the most of it. Or so she thought. Instead, she was fighting something that reared its head and struck her nerves like a asp.

However she wasn’t alone quite yet. As she rounded the corner and came to golden lacquered doors of her bedchamber - their bedchamber- she paused.

“Will that be all my queen?” One of the attending retinue of her guard asked. It was a guard her husbands insisted upon whenever both were away from home- a set of seven of the most battle scarred simians Peaches had ever seen.

They were tasked and sworn with following her everywhere - to the dining hall, to the throne room. If she wished to go and sit among the apple trees and listen to the wind play over the mountain grasses her guard would double in size. Peaches tried to not cause the denizens of Flower fruit mountain any more problems or stressors by going outside when both the King and his Brother in arms were away on a war path.

Her husbands.

It’s what they titled themselves now, after a decade of the terrible start they had on their relationship with her. When she had met the two, they had been just tiny monkeys. A sly looking ginger and gold monkey who had loved to cling to her arms and a dark black furred monkey that brought her fruits and almonds from the wild.

My sweet boys.

They had been her monkeys back then- the little prankster angels she had thought were just simple beasts, trying to survive out in the world.

She had been wrong.

The decision to upend her life, she guessed, had been floated around for months between the two disguised demons as they ate her fruit and enjoyed her touches. It was a mutual one that both had decided was the best option for her.

She took a steadying breath, coming back to the present. Peaches wanted a chance to be alone. Something so rare she craved it like a man in a desert craved water.

“Yes, general. I think I’ll retire early for the day.” She smiled at the monkey who dipped his body into a bow. The gleam of his armor set the flickers of a memory brewing. Fire in the trees, the smell of iron on the wind and a figure among the debris. She shook her head to dislodge it. The rest of them weren’t awful to her. Her husbands weren’t awful to her. They had just ….

Taken away her decisions.

“Very well Queen.” Peaches flinched, unable to quite stomach the title and what that truly meant. If I am queen then why am I without choices? “If you need us call us.”

She turned the handle in the door and slipped in side with as much grace as she could muster.

Peaches closed the ornamental doors to the bedroom, resting her head against the door. Steady. Deep breaths. In through her nose out through her mouth.

The illusion of a paradise that Wukong had built and Macaque helped facilitate always lost its color and believability when they were away. They couldn’t feed her the sugared lies and candied perceptions to tamp back the memories of that night.

It had been just another night on the small farm - a June night of heat and singing cicadas- of windows wide open and Peaches trying to escape that heat. There wasn’t much she could do to escape it. The moisture clung to her and made her bedding stick and clog her nose. So on these nights she stayed up, usually with a candle or the moon to illuminate her night, and read.

The knock on the door was not something typical.

The memory was rising and she couldn’t hold it back. I have to ride it out. Survive it.

Like she had survived that night. Getting visitors in the dead of the night had been unconventional- and she remembered the feeling of being perturbed. Don’t answer it, she told the memory. But this was the past and ghosts of the past didn’t change their course.

She had closed her book, had stepped down the hall to the door and had opened it.

I should have called through- told him to stay away! I should have never left my bed or my book.

It was a drunk man. A fellow farm hand called in for one of the families to help bring in a harvest that had proved too bountiful for the immediate family to handle. Peaches could see the man before her eyes, smell the reek of him.

A drunk.

“Well ain’t it the village spinster! Whaaa da pretty thing you are!” He was a cloud of bitter rice wine, of too much sake on his breath. The intensity of it had a physical effect on her memory and in the present, Peaches wrinkled her nose.

“You should go home Sir.” She had told him- tried to close the door.

His foot moved faster and his hands had caught the door.

A wild set of emotions swept through her. She had to sit her body down, thankful she had been able to get away from the other monkeys before the memory seized her like a vice. They would have been in a panic over her and she couldn’t let their little hearts worry so. There was nothing they could do to stop the remembering.

It was his fault this all happened. It was His. He didn’t have to be drunk and show up at my home- he didn’t have to shove his way into my house and try and grab me.

But he was just a single man. Did his actions warrant the destruction that happened next ?

“Get out!” Her memory self cried. The wooden table she danced behind as the drunk stumbled and moved towards her, was her only shield.

“The Boys Said you prefer the company of wild animals …” his speech was hard to hear. The wine had made him bold, stupid, and aroused it seemed. “I thought I would give you mtaste of what a real man was, since the villagers are al’ ‘fraid of your Witchery with monkeys.”

She had run- she had thrown her things at him. It was probably the commotion of her breaking a pitcher over his head that had alerted her monkeys. The loud clatter of the pottery across the floor had sounded so sharp and final. It had only made the man more determined.

The drunk when he did get his hands on her was furious. He swung a fist and sent stars into her eyes. Peaches had clung like a wildcat to her conscious, kicking out with legs and swinging with fists. Her nose was full of the sour smell of him- had felt his hands and fought them. A kick to his groin had sent him wheezing. Another fist to her head had Peaches crying. She had stared that drunk in his mean little eyes as he whispered the terrible things he wanted to do to her.

She had been staring in those eyes when he died.

He never got to touch more than her arms that night.

Peaches heard something step through the door that had been left open to the night. She had heard the creak of her house as something walked within it. And the sound of something- like a water skin being popped and a splash of warm liquid against her belly had shocked her.

The Drunks eyes went wide with confusion, rolling horselike in his head. His bruising grip on her wrist had let go. In the present, She rubbed those wrists, the phantom pains hard.

“..mah… belly.” The drunk had mumbled then belched a bucket of blood onto the floor. Peaches could see something protruding from his middle- something long and thin like a stick. Or a staff.

Clawed hands pulled the head back and twisted with a fury. The sound of bones breaking was loud, as if a fire was consuming dry wood. The drunk crumbled in those hands like a puppet cut free of its strings.

A new stranger stood in her home, his frame large and broad and most assuredly not human. He tossed the body like someone would toss a rag across the floor. The glowing eyes in the sudden dark were all she could see. Her mind, even in its heightened adrenaline drenched state, recognized the face pattern, saw a familiarity in the fur. There was, in fact, still a little flower tucked against this demonic creatures ear. The same flower she had interwoven in her forest friend's fur that afternoon.

“Your… your my…”

Nerves and the come down from the adrenaline high we’re making speech hard. The monkey demon before her, who’s eyes seemed to spit fire, softened. Just a bit.

“You are my Peaches.” Wukong said, touching her hair, her face, her hands. Taking stock. Then he had taken those limp hands and threaded them through his fur, trying to get them to grip. It would help his own rage and calm her fear. It was thick in the air, ruining the natural sweet smell she had. That and the slab of flesh on the floors own fetid death scent.

Wukong was not the best at this - this comfort thing. But he would rise to the occasion. He would try for her.

Fury and rage made his tail lash and the fur along his neck to stand on end.

At first she had just been a simple human that would leave little offerings to him and his brother in arms. An oddity here in the shadow of his mountain. Most humans around here feared the monkeys and kept away from all of them, having a legend that if one was harmed a great calamity would befall them.

Wukong didn’t mind being that calamity. These were his people, his subjects. So hearing the chatter from some of his kind that a women had begun to leave out gifts had of course spiked the Kings curiosity. The humans beneath Flower Fruit Mountain were his lesser subjects. So he had come down from the mountain, disguising himself as a smaller and more approachable sized monkey, to see the fuss his subjects had started gossiping about at groomings. Only to see his brother, Macaque, already being petted and tended and kissed on each of his six ears.

Of course first impressions had been terrible and Wukong, used to getting the first pick of everything, had come screeching into the clearing and demanding his own pets. It had set off a very small and very mock little battle between the two brothers in arms. One that had Peaches separating them and scolding them as she patched up the little scratches they had taken from eachother. They could have each resisted her pull but both decided that play acting a fight, even if it had started as a bit of one, was the best way to get attention divided between the both of them.

Wukong hadn’t expected to become infatuated. Her name didn’t matter to him- he had rebranded her almost the instant she came to him and offered a smile and held out a handful of sugar and dates. Peaches. After the Kings own favorite fruit, the sweetest thing the mountain produced.

His Peaches.

Of course also Macaques. He shared everything with his brother, the dark furred and six eared demon who had faced battles and won wars besides Wukong. While Wukong had been more leery, Peaches won him over faster than Flower Wine loosened his rigid posture. They had both fallen for this mortal women. And, in the traditional way she belonged to them. She just didn’t know it yet. They had touched and groomed and cuddled and tangled limbs and tails. They were practically married without the marriage bit.

Wukong rubbed small circles into Peaches back, trying to keep himself from bearing his teeth in rage.

I should have taken her home the moment she kissed me.

They had been kisses of the kind one gives to a friend or pet. It had left the warlord craving more burning with more.

Of wanting to feel her give him more than just a chaste kiss on the side of his face.

She wouldn’t have been hurt if he had just taken her home.

Wukong and Macaque had taken to one or both spending the night in Peaches trees, to keep an eye on her. Wukongs obsession had grown into a fascination and warm buttery love. A love that was becoming a wild inferno as he fought to stay still and not leap upon the corpse he had made and turn it into nothing but bits of flesh and gore the crows could carry away.

His Peaches fingers finally grasped his fur and shook. It brought Wukong back from his montage of rage to the present. If only Mac was here — but he wasn’t. He was back at home on Flower Fruit mountain , giving his brother the night to enjoy and keep lookout at Peaches den.

“That’s my girl.” The demon tried to soothe. He really wished he could set Peaches down and finish off what he had started. This place had been bad. This village terrible. He hated every thing and one here that had dared to let a drunken fool up to his Peaches doorstep and allowed this to happen. In reality Wukong was mad it had been Mac’s own sense of importance on taking it slow and letting a little thing like a life outside of Flower Fruit Mountain stop him from from revealing who he was and taking her home.

I am done trying to woo her over slowly. They could have lost her this night if Wukong hadn’t been in earshot, hadn’t heard the crash of something breaking. His clawed hands wrapped around her back and beneath her legs. Before he could realize it, Wukong had her up and in his arms, already stepping on and across the corpse and out into the June air. Mine.

“Let’s get you home, lovely.” Wukongs voice was thick with emotion. Relief to finally, finally, finally have an excuse to take his wife home, to see her sleep in a real bed and eat real food made his heart swell. No more pretending. No more longing. It was happening now. Simmering beneath that emotion was the sweet bubble, the red misting rage, of violence. Once he got her home, got her safe, got her tangled within some of his and Macaques blankets to where the sour smell of fear would be lost within the scent of them- he could come back. He would come back.

He would destroy the village for being the obstacle it was in his conquest for this mortal girls heart. It was in itself, a relief to know he was justified in its destruction.

Look what this place did to bruise my sweet fruit.

Peaches was shaking. Clinging to him. I would have her cling to me always. He pressed his nose into her neck, breathing in as he walked off. She smelled so good. He rubbed his face to hers, affectionately smothering her fear scent. Wukong felt a smile curl his face. Finally. We can go home and put the charade to bed. Finally you are mine.

Peaches' memory of that night was mostly of clinging to Wukong as they flew through the air, of his voice a rumble of soft words and comforts. He was holding her close, pressing her in. Smothering her in a sense. But she needed it. She clung to it in a way to stop herself from being sick from fright. It was strange but familiar to hold this fur, to cling. Then she briefly remembered another voice, another set of hands. When she looked up and saw that her sweet dark monkey was also here, had also been a demon in disguise, something broke in her. Maybe hysteria. Maybe disbelief. Or maybe she knew, somewhere in her mind, that no matter what she said now wouldn’t save the people- the innocents- in her village.

Peaches had been transferred into the dark arms and THATS where she finally began to cry. The shock was fading and leaving behind ragged holes of emotion.

“Safe, you're safe now.” She was reassured. Hands had lifted her chin, her sweet little monkey- now a demonic one- was gently beginning to sponge away the blood from the cuts on her face. Her cheek swelled, her eye with it.

“Please don’t kill them.” She begged. “He already took care of the one who hurt me don’t kill my village.”

“Hush love…”

“Please!”

Silence. Something cold pressed to her face- a bit of snow from far up the mountain wrapped in cloth. Macaques ears twitched like flower petals in the night air.

“It’s already done. The village is already gone.”

The memory rode itself out in the present and faded slowly.

Guilt washed over her and she cried all for a new reason. She had been the catalyst for Sun Wukongs fury. She had been the decider to his want of destruction. Peaches may not have killed them, may have had a decade to realize that what had happened wasn’t her fault, but Wukong had done it in her name. He had erased that village and all its people like a cartographer reshapes a map. To all the rest of the world, their had never been a village in the shadow of Flower fruit mountain. Not a foundation, not a brick, not even a spare hair, was left of humanity there. Instead it had been cleared as if a fire had swept through. Peaches had seen it on one occasion when Wukong had been persuaded to show her. She had needed closure. Needed the peace.

Once she had healed she had been told her village was gone. She had been given a sweet lie- that Wukong had gone back and the villagers related to the drunk had been ransacking her house to see where she kept the money or any spare wine.

When Wukong had shown up demanding they answer to the crime committed in her home, they had attacked. Wukong had enacted a king's justice as was his right. He had told the remaining villagers to leave- to never set foot upon his domain again for the lawlessness that had been enacted upon their neighbor.

It had taken two years for her to be able to relax whenever he came in smelling of fire and iron. It had taken a few years more for her to remember what Macaque had said when he had pressed snow to her face.

They were the same little monkeys they had been before. But now they had less innocence when they pressed into her face for kisses, when they asked to tangle and cuddle limbs. They insisted she stay in the bedchamber and not move to her own separate room.

It had taken getting used to movement beside her as a hand tugged her hair, or a tale twined her waist. Or a leg curled with hers or hands holding her face. Sometimes in the dark Mac would press his head to her back, using her as a pillow. Wukong would yank her in when he thought her too sleepy to remember and whisper all the things he loved about her.

It would have been sweet. It was touching in a way. If not for the way they revealed themselves. If not for that memory and what she knew now had come after.

It had not taken too long after that for her to start realizing that, though Wukong had saved her, neither of them had any regret of what happened. Neither of them was going to let her go.

When she asked about it or started talking of missing her home- the simple living, the ability to really on herself and choose for herself- Wukong would laugh and launch into one of his tales. He would brush her hair with his claws, run his face against hers and try and deflect her attention to new things.

Macaque, if Wukong was absent, would let her talk. Usually it happened when he asked her to brush his fur or he in turn asked to brush her hair. Peaches thought, just a bit, that the reason Mac was better at listening was for all the ears he had. Each time however, when she got to the part about how this had been her fault, he would stop mid way through a braid or pin and pull her in. Macaque would kiss the tears from her eyes, would press himself close to her chest.

“It was Never your fault Peaches.”

“I remember. I remember he went back- you said he—“

“Hush love you’ll grow hysterical. What Wukong did was justified- he defended you.”

“He killed.”

“I have killed.” He kissed her temple, gentle in his reprimands. He wouldn’t try and brush her words beneath a rug like Wukong. Instead he gave her a smile as wide as the crescent moon. “Let’s finish your hair and get you dressed. We can go see the baby’s, I know how you love the baby’s.” Baby monkeys were her weakness. They had been what led to her loving Mac before she had known he was a demonic warlord.

Peaches rubbed at her eyes and stood, the sorrow in her heart heavy still but the tears at least had stopped. Now she was just tired. Tired and cold and wanting to escape the feeling of it all. So she shed her courtly attire. All the clips and jewels and baubles and bits felt heavy. She placed them within the box at her armoire, then loosened her hair from its bindings. Jade pins, pearl necklaces, golden bracelets with bells of silver (Wukong loved this the best of all) all glimmered back in the firelight.

A pretty price.

She snapped the box closed.

On nights like this, she wanted to wear nothing but her smock, her simple clothing, and bury herself as far as she could go into the bed she shared with her husbands.

It was more of a pit set into the ground, circular in nature. Silken pillows, red sheets and a hoard of anything plush and furred had been thrown into the pit. It was also a snug place to bury herself within and one of the few things she didn’t feel resentment too right away. When the outside felt too bright and she couldn’t go about the mountain to her usual quiet places, she would retire here. To burrow, to bury, to hide.

Peach fell back into the pit of blankets and pillows and pulled herself beneath a fur of some striped monster Macaque had skinned and gifted to her. Tonight the bitter truth was hard to swallow and did circles in her head.

You did this. You caused this. You killed them. This is your fault.

She closed her eyes and hoped … hoped for what might be the worst thing yet. Her husband's return.

A time later she stirred. Something was in her room- was walking to the bed. Peaches felt a flutter of fear before hands reached into her hiding place and simply slid her out.

“Hello darling.” The silken voice belonged to none other than Macaque. His clawed hands entwined around her waist, his teeth nipping at her ear. “You are up late.”

“Does that mean it will be a late morning?” Wukongs voice came from the other side of the room. Peaches could see the ginger monkey removing armor from his shoulders and stretching. As the darker brother kept making a snack of her shoulder, Peaches noticed that the shine of Wukongs paldrom was dimmed. Something black coated the golden imprint of sunbursts across its armored surface. “I love late mornings! Means more time together.”

Blood?

“Peaches?” She turned her head, trying to see Mac. He had left off nipping her skin. A hand came away from her wrist and tipped her chin, forcing her to stare directly into his violet eyes. “What has upset you?”

Everything. Myself. Wukong. You. It was that simple question that set her sorrow to flowing again. She was confused, upset, and she wanted comfort. The only ones who could give her comfort were the very ones who caused her distress.

A vicious cycle.

The pillows behind her sagged. Wukongs hands were more aggressive in their touches, turning her about to stare into her face. He noted the tears, the bruising beneath her eyes. His lip curled in anger.

“Has someone upset you?” Wukong asked. He seemed ready to stand again, to grab his armor and step out into the night. “I will drag them here to give an apology. You name them and I will fetch them.”

Peaches shook her head.

“Just ….” You killing the villagers, Macaque telling me plainly that it was for the best, and my own head making me relive that night of events. Over and over and over.

“…. Myself.”

His face softened as he chirped a reassurance, pressing his nose to hers. Macaque peppered her in gentle and butterfly soft kisses to the back of her neck. The three fell back into the nest, limbs entwined and hands holding. Macaque had Peaches face buried in his chest as she sobbed silently. He cooed. He whispered how everything would be right as rain in the morning. His hands ran through her hair and messaged her scalp. Wukong held his Peaches, pressing her back to his chest in a solid wall against the world outside. He lavished her in praises and compliments, sometimes getting carried away and talking about himself until his brother would remind him with a flick to his forehead that it was their Peaches he should be reassuring.

And through it all, through this twisted and tangled weave of limbs and fur and warmth and sorrow, Peaches felt love. It grew in this dark place still, wanting to thrive. But how could it?

Still she fell asleep, lashes sparkled with tears and her heart lighter. One could only be sad so long in the wake of such waves of attention. Wukongs and Macaques love was the only solution to this ailment they had inflicted upon her, and she, the addict, swallowing the medicine that would give her release.

#hcwrites #writing stuff #twice as bad AU #semisolid #bad end wukong #ALRIGHT I DID IT.#yes I wrote this in a dayish between work and my other writing #I haven’t done this much work in a long time and I was so nervous I would get this pairing wrong #bad monkey boys #they made a whole tangled mess of this situation.#they sweet but stinky #sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #six eared macaque #I based this off a idea and answer Semi gave in one of their blog posts #was I lurking? yes. Because there stuff also has a vice grip on my mind #I Dont know much about LMK so getting this Macaque down right took a bit of work so I didn’t mess up the vibe.#i am so jelly of the nest pit pls I would dive into that like a child into a ball pit #jttw tag #lmk #it think I’m tagging that right ?#I have a weakness for big possessive grumps loving their sunshine wives #six eared macaque x reader #hcfanfics

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hyperfixiation-station · 4 months

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Sorry, I meant Ghost in a fight/discussion with reader 😭 Still, I did love your take

CW: Fighting, emotional abuse, light swearing I am so sorry anon 😭😭 I am literally the dumbest person to have ever existed lmaooo Also apologies for length, I am moving and wanted to get you something cause I'm not sure when I'll be able to post again. To whoever asked, I am making a pt.2 so send me an ask if you want to be notified :)

As always, no beta, please lmk of any mistakes!!

A lot of ‘fights’ you guys have are one sided, where you concede quickly, not wanting to argue, and he just keeps going and going. He, like a lot of ND’s, gets a thrill from fighting, and he will pick fights about everything. You just disagree once with what he says and he goes off.

Fem!Reader: Anytime he is upset/angry with you/thinks you are disrespecting or ignoring him, he'll call you 'woman'.

"I'm still talking woman!" "Watch your mouth woman" "Woman I am talking!"

He does not love bomb. He does not come after arguing with you with flowers and chocolates and showering you with love to make up for it.

Don’t get me wrong, this man does bring you flowers, just not to make you feel better after a fight. He’ll get you flowers for valentines day and your birthday and your anniversary and any time he feels like you deserve flowers, but he does not give them to you after fights.

And you guys don’t fight too often. At least, not fights where he feels bad and has lingering guilt. Very rarely will he realize(or at least admit) That he was wrong, especially not in front of your kids, if you guys have them. However, if he does realize and admit he is wrong(typically after you sleep in a different room or don’t talk to him except for the bare minimum) he will apologize in private.

One very memorable fight for you was back in the early days of your relationship, just after you had started living together. He had left his gear just piled on the front table, and you had folded it and moved it to the bedroom so that it wasn’t cluttering up the front room. He came home and, well, freaked. He screamed at you, punched a hole through a door, and you still remember him telling you ‘Go to hell then woman” when you said you had just wanted the space to be clear.

He gets pissed off about the stupidest stuff. Your guy's 10-year-old daughter bought a Stanley? He’s mocking him for the next 3 weeks about wanting to be popular. Your teenage-daughter wears ripped jeans to a concert? He’s telling everyone about how she must have bought them at half-price since so much cloth is missing.

One interesting thing is that he respects fighting back, to an extent. You watched in borderline horror as your eldest got into a screaming match with him that lasted hours and ended with no victor. And yet, since that day, you’ve never seen Simon scream at them again.

Hearing this, he sounds toxic, yeah? And he is, to an extent. But you stay with him because he knows he has issues, and he actively works on bettering himself. You’ve been with him for a decade now, and you can see so many differences in the way that he acts. He no longer screams and throws things and punches holes in the walls. He is more willing to admit when he is wrong, hell, there's even been a few times when he’s said sorry in front of your kids.

You understand his trauma, you understand why he responds and acts the way he does, and most importantly He does too, and he is working on bettering himself for his family, because he loves you, and he hates that his explosive reactions hurt you and your kids.

I am going to make a pt. 2 to this so that I can go more in depth, but again, I’m moving and not sure when I will be able to post again so I wanted to at least give you something. lmk what ya'll think :)) ALSO: If you think I am mischaracterizing Ghost please let me know, and I will either explain my reasonings or you will change how I think of him. Either way, I would like to know yalls thoughts so please do not hesitate to say something

#ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #cod fanfic #no beta we die like men #cod #cod x reader #ghost fanfiction #angst #ghost headcanons #simon riley x reader #he has anger issues okay #sorry again lol

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commonghost · 6 months

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100 Epitaphs thoughts!

Alright, so like I said yesterday, I unfortunately did NOT have the time to write out all my thoughts and had to wait until tonight to do so. No particular order to these, it's word vomit time.

(warning: this is LONG. it's not even all my thoughts. i cut myself off at parts. this song is so good guys.)

1) YURA AS THE SUN!

I'VE BEEN FUCKING SAYING AND IT KEEPS BEING THERE AND I KEEP GOING INSANE ABOUT IT. especially in conjunction with the fact that, yknow, the sun hurts sanya. the icarus symbology is THERE it is PRESENT i KNOW this is gonna down that awfully (sanya please dont die. but also that would be the perfect resolution. GOD) and i'm so ready for it.

ALSO: "ready to be blinded by the breaking day" -> "the visionless (sergei) leading the blind (sanya)", and we know she's got bad eyesight. doesn't mean it couldn't get worse. the lines "loose compromise / where the sun won't set / as long as i can set the stage" are also interesting wrt yura-as-the-sun, as you can take it both as sanya saying that as long as she has any kind of control she will stick with yura and help him in whatever insane plan he's got going on, but it's also her saying that she will always, always make the choice to put herself in danger.

yura is the bright relentless sun, and sanya's got very sensitive wings.

2) the parallels between sergei and sanya!!!!

i think what really fucks me up about them is that, at their core, both of them just want to keep the people they care about the most safe. for sergei, that's sanya (and olga, but she's a grown woman who makes her own decisions while sanya's his little sister and also his only remaining family, so it's different), and for sanya it's yura (who, to her, represents freedom—"but the wiser you is [FREE]"—and an escape from her current life, which is everything she dreams of.) and it absolutely ruins their relationship!!!! and it ruins me!! every time!!!!

and on that note, "the tepid autumn day is starting to thaw" is 1. a genius a callback ("a thousand years ago it was a tepid autumn day" + "a day will come warm and bright when i tear down these dismal shelter walls"), and 2. a signifier that shit is about to Get Real. even if you don't read the explanation in the doc, we still understand that the action is going to pick up like crazy very soon. i believe someone also mentioned how it could represent sergei and sanya's relationship going downhill, although im not the expert on that so i wont do more than mention it.

3) this was SUCH a good dive into sanya's character.

honestly her songs have consistently been my favorite of the lot and i think it's because her personality and her character are just. perfect for these kinds of character studies.

this entire song is at once her forcibly entering herself into the narrative after being so completely seperate from it for like, the entire series up to now (there were some very good posts by some very skilled people on this exact topic but alas i have lost the links to it, if anyone has them lmk) and ALSO an exploration of her trauma (almost everyone she knows seemingly dying on her or disappearing from her life in another sense) in such a fascinating way.

there is such a depth to all her actions here and the song explains why she clings on to yura as much as she does, and it's because he's (along with sergei, but she resents him for isolating her) all she has left, really! of course, there are the BG gang, but they aren't as involved in the story and sanya doesn't seem to be as close with them as she was with yura. it also gives another dimension to her wanting to join in rescuing KT: this isn't just her wanting to rebel and/or do something with her life (both of those things already being associated with anya & yura respectively) but her having the chance to get someone she cared about back into her life after they were taken from her. of course she'd want that, after a lifetime of losing people.

a bit of an extension to that last point, i think it's also really incredible how ferry manages to portray how complicated sanya's relationship with yura is. i find these two shots in particular ->

<- really interesting, because they are actually really similar! i think it's a great way of showing how sanya is both angry and resentful of some of yura's worst traits and refuses to stand for them, but that they are still at the end of it all friends who have fun together. they're just kids who have no idea what they're getting into! if you look closely at the second one, she's shushing him for being too loud. (hell, i'd be willing to bet that she probably felt similar to how she felt before yura snuck her out to her first party right then.)

her (budding) dynamic with dima is also quite fascinating, and manages to say so much about her, her thoughts about KT, and dima all at once. it's just masterful. her segment with him displays:

the fact that she deeply cares about KT, and wants this to go as perfectly as possible, even going so far as to put herself in more danger than necessary.

her absolute determination to get this done, even though she knows she won't make it out unscathed ("i'm aware no soul can enter / roam its halls / and come out clean")

her feelings about her family and how she perceives herself and the legacy she has been given ("and it's like that / and i'm like that / and i'll always bear this stone")

dima feeling actual empathy after meeting another mutant! poor guy has no idea what's going on. but i think it's a really important step in his character and might even get him to actually open up.

i need to stop with this section before it takes over the whole post.

4) KATA-FUCKING-BASIS! (and eurydice!)

(thank you light for teaching me that word)

not much to say about this one but the descent-into-the-underworld vibes are off the fucking charts! we got death imagery with katya already with THIS:

and so, in a way… whoever makes the trip to the facility? to retrieve katya? the metaphorically dead girl? that's a trip to the underworld, baby! that's katabasis!

and you know who else goes through katabasis to retrieve a girl from the underworld and bring her back out?

that's right!

ORPHEUS!

which. like. we already kind of knew it, but.

this plan isn't gonna work out well, is it.

#pafl #parties are for losers

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starsfic · 3 months

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Welp, I finished the first poll choice...

Summaries:

SDMI/FNAF: Based on this post, the gang is hired to investigate the rumors of a bunny animatronic ghost overnight. The truth is a little more tricky.

LMK: Tangled AU where Long Xiaojiao has been kept locked in a tower under the watchful eye of her “uncle” and “the Lady”, only desiring to get out and see the world, especially lanterns that appear on her birthday. However, things change when Qi Xiaotian, heir to Sun Wukong, comes looking for the missing piece of the Samadhi fire.

Scooby Doo, my incarnation: The first part of Episode 1, when trying to leave their hometown of Crystal Cove to start their second year of college, the Mystery Gang finds themselves trapped in Crystal Cove.

Poppy Playtime: The moment that the angel steps into the factory, every toy knows. Dogday, down below, hopes.

Set sometime before Agony of a Witch, Raine Whispers is sent to the weekly Coven Head meeting- which is basically just an excuse to hang out at a bar and bitch. They meet up again with Lilith, drinks are drunk, and Lilith ends up drunkenly confessing the truth about Eda’s curse to a less drunk Raine.

LMK/PP: Due to a misread address, a missent letter, and some poor decisions, Qi Xiaotian finds himself trapped in the depths of the Playtime Co. factory. But he’s not gonna let DogDay be stuck too.

@draw-of-the-moon's LMK/Ninjago AU: When Red mysteriously disappears, Long Xiaojiao and pregnant Qi Xiaotian have to beat back suitors.

LMK: The Traffic Light Trio, Sun Wukong, and Macaque are cursed to tell the truth. Harsh stuff comes out.

LMK: AU inspired by the King Thrushbeard fairytale, where Red Son refuses all suitors until his father decides to marry him off to the next peasant who walks through the door. Except Qi Xiaotian isn’t royalty, but very kind.

TMNT, my incarnation: April O'Neil makes a new friend when staying up late studying at the public library

TMNT, my incarnation: Related to 10, but the entire first episode. When the turtles make and suddenly lose a new human friend, the four turtles (and Casey) find themselves in a hidden city.

@draw-of-the-moon’s LMK/Ninjago AU: In a daring mission to rescue their baby sibs from the underworld and Samukai, Nya and Kai both find themselves lost in the outer regions of the underworld. A lone wanderer named Azure offers to help guide them.

#gonna be working on some other projects over spring break #LMK #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #FNAF #Five Nights at Freddy's #SDMI #Scooby Doo #Ninjago #TMNT #Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #Poppy Playtime #PP #TOH #The Owl House

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imminent-danger-came · 11 months

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MK Breaking his 1x01 Seal (I am insane)

Soooooooooooooo *twirls my hair and kicks my legs*.

I made this post like, a day ago, about a theory where the seal Wukong places on MK in 1x01 was broken in 4x07. The more I've been thinking about it, the more I think it might actually be the case, so here's a more in-depth post on it!

Let's start off with looking at how powerful MK starts off in 1x00 "A Hero is Born".

He's zipping around, he's punching the Demon Bull King with incredible force, and his final blow to DBK shifts the planets and cracks the earth:

This use of power is clearly uncontrolled. MK pretty much levels a good portion of megapolis, and in the next episode 1x01 Bad Weather, he needs a seal to be placed on his powers in order to function.

Now, we don't ever see MK that powerful again, not until after this moment in 4x07:

Between this and Sun Wukong's 1x09 comment when MK uses the staff to further destroy the mural—"Look kid, using that much power, your body can't handle it."—I'm thinking MK's seal in 1x01 also sealed away his monkey form, and that in 4x07 he broke that seal.

Bonus kinda scary MK shot:

Now, there are also these scenes in 4x13 during MK's fight with Azure:

There are a number of outer-space/world shots in this show, typically used at climactic points to show how overwhelming the battle is. In both 1x00 and 4x13, these shots are prompted by MK alone. The exception to this is 3x14 (and 3x11, more on that later), where everyone working together makes one giant magic circle to stop the Lady Bone Demon, engulfing the whole universe in light.

Next, we have the seals.

Now, it's very intriguing to me that these two seals are the same in design. The Chinese characters on both of course mean "seal", but the rim around them is also the exact same. It's a very interesting design choice, and something that could have easily been avoided had the intention been to not draw a connection between the flower fruit mountain seal and MK's seal.

(It could be that they wanted to keep Monkey King's seals consistent, however this is what the waterfall seal looks like in 1x00 and 2x01: )

(These are different, meaning the LMK team explicitly chose the seals from 1x01, 4x01, and "The Emperors Wrath" special to look the same.)

Here's what especially get's me: this same seal is used to seal away both MK's powers, and to seal away the powers of the Jade Emperor.

Mei with the Samadhi fire and Azure Lion with the Jade Emperor's power had both characters acting as containers for their world ending power source (here's that pesky 3x11 outer-space shot I mentioned):

Mei: "You mean—if I lost my cool on any of the million training exercises we've been doing, there was a chance I could have exploded and destroyed the whole universe?" Red Son: "Yes, that could have happened, but it didn't. My guess is that somehow your dragon ancestry has protected you. And if your strong enough to contain the samadhi fire, your strong enough to use it."

(3x11 This Imperfect World) (Gonna be real I don't think it was Mei's dragon ancestry that protected her, I think it was MK, but that's a theory for another time lol)

However Azure, unlike Mei, fails as a container. He fails to control his power, almost destroying the whole universe and sacrificing his life to stitch the world back together.

You know who ALSO doesn't control his power at the cost of others?

MK, even if it is on a much smaller scale, loses control of his powers in 1x01:

And, he loses control of them so much so that he needs to put that same specific seal on his powers until he can learn to control them better.

And well, the moment that seal comes off? We get this:

MK grappling to control his powers and a shot of him in a crater. Interesting!

And so, now that MK's seal has broken (assuming any of this theory is correct lol), I think he's going to struggle to be a container for his own powers. He was already frighteningly explosive against Azure, causing irreparable damage to flower fruit mountain and literally splitting it in half:

He also happens to look like this before entering his monkey form:

If that doesn't look like "struggling to contain his own powers", I don't know what does!

#this was longer than I was planning.#whoops #oh well!#It's canon. to me.#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk theory #monkie kid #lmk MK #I've never mentioned the outer-space shots before but by god have I noticed 'em. they're weird!#why would I write 2 theory posts in one day. Why would I do this to myself.#eamk theory

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b4b3tte · 7 months

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MAY THE BEST MAN WIN

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Erron black decides to test the waters by flirting with you in front of Kano, but with him having some slight possessive nature,, he cannot let that happen any further without going down with a challenge

Pairing — Erron!Black x GN!Reader! X Kano!Reader

Contains of — Flirting, Pet names, jealousy, slight possessiveness, semi-argumentative behavior

My note — i am officially going on a MK writing spree, hopefully you enjoy this!! If you like it and would like to see more dont be afraid to send in a part 2 request or an idea of what you want to happen next, reader can be female or male, I’m trying to make my works as inclusive as possible!! Enjoy, Besitos 💋

Part two

Kano couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Erron Black, a rival he had crossed paths with many times in the past, shamelessly flirting with you.

Erron constantly looking at you up and down flashing his charming smile trying his hardest to make you feel enchanted by him,

As Kano watched from Afar His jaw clenched, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eye.

You and Kano have had some tension between you two before, recently you guys almost shared a kiss 2 weeks ago on a mission on a military base but obviously went to shit as it was ruined when Sonya and Johnny made a surprise ambush with Cassie& the others BUT THAT IS BESIDES THE POINT ( lmk if u want a singular fic on that)

As Erron Black continued his charming advances, Kano decided he'd had enough. He swaggered over, his usual bravado on full display. "Well, well, what's goin' on here?" he sneered, casting a knowing glance at you.

Erron raised an eyebrow, not one to back down from a challenge. "Just havin' a friendly chat with your lovely friend here, Kano," he replied, his eyes locked with yours.

Of course Kano's response was a mixture of his characteristic sarcasm and intimidation. "Friendly, eh? Y'know, darling, this one here might be a good shot with his guns, but I'm the real danger."

Erron chuckled, his voice smooth as whiskey. "Well, now, Kano, I've heard about your dangerous streak, but I reckon we're all just tryin' to have a good time, aren’t we hun “ he says the last 3 words looking at you

You felt like a pawn in a bizarre showdown between these two strong personalities. Kano's actions were driven by his jealousy and possessive nature, but there was an underlying concern for your feelings.

Kano leaned in closer to you, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You see, sweetheart, he might be good with a gun, but I've got a silver tongue to match."

Erron Black, undeterred, leaned in from the other side. "Now, sugar, you don't have to choose just yet. We can all have a little fun."

As the bickering went on and on it was extremely obvious Kano isn’t down for a good time and doesn’t like sharing what is his, as it continued, you couldn't help but find the absurdity of the situation amusing.

Kano's antics, while often misguided, were a testament to the depth of his affection for you and the way he tried to assert his presence, even in the face of competition from someone as charismatic as Erron Black.

Kano's grin widened as he locked eyes with Erron. "A competition, then? Winner gets a kiss from the lovely Y/n."

Erron smirked, accepting the challenge. "You're on, Kano. May the best man win."

In the end, Erron Black may have started the flirtatious banter, but Kano's presence was a bold reminder that you were a coveted individual, and he was willing to go to great lengths to make sure you knew it. The flirting contest, despite its chaotic and comical moments, was a testament to the unconventional dynamics at play.

My next post is Kano X Reader Semi-Flirty Introduction Dialogue!! Let me know if I should post immediately or wait until Saturday?! Otherwise thanks for reading!! Have a wonderful day and remember you are enough!! Besitos 💋💋

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starboyshoyo · 1 year

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RAAAH 6TH TIME TRYING TO SEND THIS 😡😡😡 i hope this works

so i wanted to metaphorically cash in this request you said i could make, and i thought i’d do that as a reward for me getting into color guard!!

can i request the twst boys (surprise me on the characters) with a s/o who dresses in the dark academia aesthetic, listens to classical music all the time, and reads classic literature a lot? (totally not how i wanna be LMAO) thank you so much <33

https://www.tumblr.com/starboyshoyo/712163095699750912/permission-to-just-reblog-all-your-works-cause

A/N: @lacuna-at-dawn hello!! I have finished my AP exams and now have time to write. I didn’t get the other five rqs so it’s good you sent it in again hhhh. Dark Academia is my best friend’s favorite aesthetic so I know a little about it! If I get some things wrong lmk! I listened to the Enkanomiya soundtrack from Genshin Impact while writing this.

Pairings: Malleus Draconia x reader, Cater Diamond x reader

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: general, romance

Malleus and Cater with a Dark Academia-esque s/o!

Malleus Draconia

Oh, dear Child of Man. You were made for him, weren’t you?

While Malleus knows better than to judge on appearances, he just knows you would fit right into the beautiful, thorny landscape of his home in Briar Valley. You may not be feared by others like he is, but he can’t help but think you might understand what a life in the shadows means. It’s not all dreariness- it can be beautiful too.

Your fashion sense is apparent to him on days when you’re not confined to your school uniform. It’s not all-black like his; instead, you opt for a mix of muted colors like wine reds, browns, and forest greens. It’s like you’re a lighter version of him- you are the shade to his shadows, the slumber to his death.

When he accompanies you around the school, he’ll always be one step behind you. It makes him feel as if he is your protector- though it is a bit funny to see Sebek and Silver trail behind Malleus, who trails behind you. Occasionally, Rook will join in (read: stalk them) as well, and then other students will wonder if someone had started a conga line in the hallways.

Malleus’s view of time is a little bit skewed in comparison to humans, so when he sees you reading classical literature, he might question if it’s a new release because he swears he met the author of the book just last week- nevermind, it was last century. Well, either way, he’ll go out of his way to finally get around to reading it, just so he can discuss it with you. Sebek is a big help in this regard as well- he’ll be more than happy to tutor Malleus in English so he can have more in-depth conversations about literature.

Classical literature also gives Malleus another way to spend time with you alone. During quiet hours in the NRC library, he’ll pull up two seats by the fireplace and invite you to sit with him, curling his arms around you protectively. You’ll take turns reading out loud to each other- and when you get tired, he’ll continue in that deep, relaxing voice of his until you drift off to sleep. Then, he’ll carry you back to his room in the Diasomnia Dorm, watching over you and keeping you safe until you wake again.

Besides library dates, Malleus’ most memorable time with you came when he asked you to show him your favorite songs. The music is somewhat melancholy and romantic, and he’ll close his eyes for a moment as he picks apart the notes. It’ll remind him of the slower songs played in the Briar Valley castle at mealtimes- only this time, he isn’t alone.

When he realizes this, he’ll stand up, striding over to you, and hold his hand out while looking at you with the love of the world in his eyes.

Child of Man, may I have this dance?

Cater Diamond

Cater is an expert on all things aesthetic. He’s a Magicam influencer, after all, and he needs to keep up on the times! You’ll immediately become a star, with Cater setting up a couples’ page where the two of you post various Dark Academia songs, art, photos, and other media.

Cater is used to dressing in whatever is trendy, but the more time he spends with you the more he’ll be converted to your fashion tastes. You’d better be ready to see Cay-Cay in turtlenecks, slacks, sweaters and the occasional pleated skirt! He’s not afraid to try everything at least once to find what he likes.

The two of you will have many dates where you’ll go to swap meets to find academia-esque clothing. He’s open to letting you dig around in his closet to find pieces you like as well. Cater will want you to pose in the mirror with your outfits, so he can snap a photo and post it to your page. The rest of Heartslabyul might be a little surprised with Cater’s change in looks, but they’ll definitely support him when they see how happy you make him.

TBH, Cater isn’t really into reading much. Books are so old school to him! The fact that they have no screen bores him. The middle-ground you find is digital books. When you introduce him to it, he might be doubtful at first. But he’ll quickly find himself absorbed in the stories as old as time and soon enough, he’ll fall headfirst into the classical literature rabbit hole. Don’t expect him to go to the library though! Just looking at the outdated computers makes him want to retch.

On the flip side, your boyfriend has always enjoyed classical music very much. Sure, he likes pop and country and rock too, but there’s something super calming and refined to the classics. He enjoys sharing earbuds with you while you walk down the hallways, listening to a mixed playlist of your favorites.

Over time, Cater will find that he enjoys the calming darkness of your aesthetic over the cutesy, bright one that used to cover his Magicam page. It makes him feel a little more seen- like he can be vulnerable under it all and not have to keep up with appearances as much.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #cater diamond x reader #cater diamond #birdie.request

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maplesyrupandgt · 2 months

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Gladiator AU

Giant!Childe + Tiny!Zhongli soft m/m vore story

Silly little Gladiator au ish I've kinda had bouncing around my brain for a while.

Warning for vore under the cut and very mild injury mentions (unrelated to noms)

I will be posting this to my ao3 in a couple days, but this isn't beta read at all so feel free to lmk if you see grammatical errors and stuff ^^

This contains soft romantic stuff at the very end so if you aren't here for ship, you can skip everything after the single dash "-"

5.8k words, complete

Childe stirs with a soft groan, lifting a hand to rub at his cheek. Weird texture. There’s a murmur of voices both surrounding and distant and he sighs as he stares up at the sky. Why is he outside? He definitely fell asleep in a bed last night. He lifts his hand above his face to block the sunlight, squinting at the unfamiliar fingerless glove and bracer he has on. More murmurs, like tiny surprised gasps echo around him and he looks toward the sound, turning his cheek to rest on dusty ground. This is all going to be in his hair-

Huh.. Childe squints a bit, observing the stadium stands. They look familiar, the architecture classically old, like those of the abyss. And they’re packed with people. All a little too far away to make out the details of their faces, but they’re all shifting and making noise. The weirdest thing about it is that he can't tell how far away they are. They seem incredibly distant from his perspective, yet his depth perception reveals just how close they are. Suddenly, a voice rings out, some kind of announcer.

“The Titan is awake!!!” It rings in his ears, echoing through the stadium and Childe’s brows pinch together. He shifts some, listening to the tiny oos and aas from the crowd. Are they responding to him? He sighs, beginning to sit up and listening to the gasps ripple through his audience. With eyes closed, he shakes his head, trying to get all the dust from his hair. “It moves with unprecedented speed!!” The announcer cries and he finally peeks his eyes open again, only to be met with open air.

“Huh..” He says it aloud this time, but his gaze is drawn down when he hears a tiny scream. Oh. And there are the stands, barely coming up to his shoulders now that he’s sitting up. Looking around reveals he’s in some kind of tiny colosseum. A perfectly detailed scale replica- audience included. The inclusion of the people makes Childe think about the first announcement regarding the titan and things start to click into place now.

He laughs in giddy surprise, looking back down over himself. The outfit he wears is familiar to him as that of some ghostly fighters he witnessed in the Abyss. He’s some kind of gladiator then. His vision still sits on his belt and he assumes that’s why he lacks a weapon now. “Who am I fighting?” He murmurs, half to himself as he looks around. He’s expecting another ‘titan’ or some monstrous beast. He scans the stands, then around the dusty floor of the arena.

“May the first challenger enter the ring!” There’s a clanking of a gate being lowered and Childe’s expression falls a bit when he sees it’s one of the tiny doors around the floor of the arena. He’s still seated, but he knows if he were to go stand next to that thing, the door might only come up to the top of his foot. His ankle at most. He leans back on his elbows again, shutting his eyes to relax. He isn't very worried about who his challenger is. But then a tiny familiar voice rises up to him.

“Master Childe?” His eyes flick open and he straightens up, gaze locking onto the one and only illustrious Mr. Zhongli. He’s just as small as the other audience members, yet Childe can see him clearly, decked in similar garb to Childe but with more gilding.

“Zhongli-xiansheng!” He laughs and then he gets the odd sensation of watching the tiny man flinch at the sound of his voice. It's fun to watch the swirling sands at his feet shift with the vibrations of his very speech. He reaches forward, intending to scoop up the tiny being, but Zhongli raises his polearm in a confident move, holding it up in a warning not to touch. “Don't be like that Mr. Zhongli.” He pouts, mindful to lower his volume just for the ‘consultant’.

“I do not wish to be handled. I fear you may underestimate your strength.” The small man replies, squinting against the harsh daylight as he looks around the colosseum. “I suspect they have pitted me against you?”

“You suspect right. Honestly, it's a little disappointing though,” He watches the brunette’s expression pinch, “I wanted more of a challenge.”

“You do not think I can pose a challenge for you?”

“...No offense Xiansheng, but you’re hardly as tall as my little finger.”

Zhongli’s frown deepens, and the little man stands up taller. “Do not forget so quickly that I have fought gods and monsters of great variety.” Childe wonders which of those two categories he falls into. “I will take up this challenge, if only so that they may release me.”

Childe tilts his head at that, but then the miniature version of his friend lifts his wrists up and Childe grows aware of a nearly imperceptible gold chain which binds them, leading back to the door Zhongli came from. In a blink, he can no longer see the chains. “Oh? Why don't I just break us both out of here?”

“I am afraid that would be a fruitless affair. One of us must win for our chains to be dissolved.” Childe looks down at his ankle, feeling a ghost of a weight on it now for a flash before it’s gone again.

“May the fight between the titan and the golden god commence!” The announcer cries and Zhongli lifts his polearm again, resuming his defensive stance. Childe sighs, wondering how quickly he can get this over with then. What is the best way to incapacitate someone so tiny without killing them? He doesn't exactly want to see old Rex dead. Would pinning him down count?

He registers Zhongli is moving toward him now and it's kind of adorable to watch. He doesn't cover ground very quickly, giving Childe plenty of time to review strategies in his mind. The Liyuen is just nearing his hip when Childe decides to make a move. He lifts his hand, summoning a small wave with a flick of his wrist. Zhongli does not pause, summoning a shield with a slash of his polearm that Childe’s hydro flows right around. The ginger frowns, recognizing Zhongli getting near to him. He sends more water, but that tiny shield holds strong. So maybe Zhongli does have some power to back up what he was saying.

Childe doubts the tiny man could manage to kill him so this whole fight is just an effort at incapacitation. The tiny audience is silent, clearly paying close attention to their ‘fight’, but Childe nearly forgets their existence. Zhongli’s near enough to come to a stop and he seems poised to throw that polearm of his.

The giant brings his hand down, slamming it into the ground. Zhongli, shook by the force of it stumbles, a look of surprise taking his expression and then it steels into something more determined. There’s shouts of surprise from the audience with the resulting earthquake and Childe leans his weight onto the hand, finally pushing himself up to a stand. Like this, he simply dwarfs the colosseum. It doesn't even come to his hips in height and all the tiny gasps and cries fade into nothing at this height. It feels like he could stretch up and touch the clouds.

Looking down reveals Zhongli, gazing up at him in some awe. Childe feels a little flutter in his gut and he grins down at the tiny man. He was right about the height; beside his foot, Zhongli doesn't reach his ankle in size. Probably six centimeters tall at most. The man backs away a few paces and Childe wonders how light he is right now. He can't weigh any more than a mora. Even a cicin would dwarf him.

Seeing him down there next to his sandal, Childe realizes that he could end the match very quickly. All it would take was a shift of his weight, a half step forward to take the victory for himself. But he doesn't really see the need to kill Zhongli. Just pinning the tiny man should be good. It would be like stepping on a bug, just light enough not to crush him. He can see the second Zhongli reinforces his shield, arms spreading out at his sides and a tiny breeze of geo shimmer washes over Childe from about his mid calf down. It tickles.

He starts taking the step forward, lifting his foot over Zhongli. The announcer’s voice returns narrating his moves, but he pays it no mind, starting to lower it down. Surprisingly, he doesn't see Zhongli attempting to run away. Instead, crackles of a dust storm gather around his shin and then out comes a meteor. It petrifies his leg from the knee down and Childe’s left with the eerie numbness.

“Woah-” He laughs brightly again, and now he can see Zhongli dashing out from under his sandal. He sets his foot down anyway, feeling how heavy it is. It takes a few seconds for the feeling to fade and by then Zhongli’s thrown his polearm. Pain spikes into his calf and Childe hisses softly, looking down to see the splinter of a weapon embedded in the skin. It doesn't feel that bad. Nothing more than a scratch, but now he looks at the small man, a frown in place. “Come on Xiangsheng. I was gonna go easy on you.”

“I will not back down,” Zhongli looks fierce, ponytail whipping when he moves. Childe bends down, pinching the polearm to tug out of his calf and then snapping it in half. It's easier than breaking a toothpick.

A hush falls over their audience as a growl rings through the air. Even Zhongli’s expression shifts, and he seems a bit unsure hearing it. Childe blushes at the sound himself, horrified at the timing of it.

But then he thinks about it. “...You know Xiansheng, I’ve just thought of a new way to win.” He notes softly, dropping down to his knees. His weight falls quickly enough to cause an earthquake on impact and he gets a small thrill as watches the very god of geo fall to the ground with the force of it. Zhongli is still pushing back up to a stand when Childe’s hand snaps out.

In a flash, he has grabbed Zhongli. And this time without any possible opportunity for interference. His audience gasps again and Childe is quick to lift Zhongli up to his eyeline. He holds him gripped in a fist, fingers concealing everything from the shoulders down. He can just feel the tiny squirming efforts against his fingertips, but there’s no way Zhongli could break the giant’s hold. Childe knows he hasn't had enough downtime to summon another meteor either.

“I yield.” The small man goes limp in Childe’s hold, apparently deciding some kind of polite draw is necessary here. Childe pauses at that, sighing softly.

“Really?” He looks around, waiting for the disembodied announcement about his victory.

“Truly. You have this win.”

“But that’s so boring.” Childe sighs and Zhongli is about to speak again in defense of his decision judging by his facial expression when the announcement finally comes.

“Victory goes to the Titan!!!” And the crowd bursts into cheers, but Childe is all too aware that the chain on his ankle still binds him. He frowns, uncurling his fingers and holding Zhongli flat on his palm.

“Are you free?” He ask softly, squinting at those tiny wrists. Zhongli is busy catching his breath, but eventually he lifts his arms, showing off the golden cuffs still imprisoning him.

“I don’t understand.” The Liyuen’s expression is tender with confusion and a bit of betrayal, “I was told a duel would be the way to freedom.”

“Titan, you must go to the empress with your victory!” The voice instructs before Childe can reply and he raises a brow, looking back to the stands for a moment when he is directly addressed.

To his surprise, he spots a small platform containing a small throne and seated on it is yet another familiar face. He stares for a few seconds before shuffling closer. He feels out of place for the first time here, knelt before this tiny little platform with Zhongli still held in his hand. He was right about how weightless the man is, barely heavier than a grape. All these tiny humans around him and they probably collectively weigh less than Childe at the moment.

Zhongli is rubbing his brow upon realizing who the ‘empress’ is.

“Zhongli~ That was so impressive!” Hu Tao claps delightedly, kicking her feet some. They don't reach the floor. “I didn't think you’d really be able to take on Titan Tartaglia!” She says the title like it's something renowned. Childe certainly has never heard it before and he somewhat hates the alliterative choice.

“Miss Hu, I thought I would get my freedom.” Zhongli’s tone has taken on a sincere weight, tired and used to the antics of his boss.

“Oh, but that was only guaranteed if you won! Mr Mountain here won, so now it’s up to our audience what happens. Or me~” She giggles, “The giant-”

“I have a name.”

“...ahem. The giant won the spar, but the fate of his prey will be decided by the empress and audience.” She speaks with confidence and Childe frowns deeply, watching Zhongli flinch at the word ‘prey.’

“And how do I get free?” Childe asks.

“Well you’ll have to fulfill the judgment of the audience of course! You gave them some pretty creative ideas for how you might deal with your opponent, so between you and me,” And she cups her hands around her mouth like she’s sharing a secret before speaking with just the same volume as before, if not more, “They’ll probably want you to finish him.”

“Excuse me?” Zhongli says at the same time as Childe mutters, “What!?”

He forgets his volume and though Hu Tao’s grin remains in place, the tiny woman lifts her hands to cover her ears.

“Sorry big guy, I don't make the rules.” Hu Tao shrugs, and Childe is sure that she, in fact, does make the rules.

Childe guesses he really was gonna go through with eating Zhongli if he hadn't chosen to yield, even if he hadn't said it before so he can’t blame her for such brutal rules in place. Maybe he would have halted once Zhongli was in his mouth. What would that have felt like?

His small opponent is now actively standing on his palm, walking to the edge of it to jump off onto the platform. Hu Tao seems amused by this, and before Zhongli can even get near her, guards rush out, gripping the tall adeptus by his shoulders and holding him still.

“What is the audience’s judgment?” He asks and Zhongli gives him a pleading look, as if begging him to take back the question.

“Oo, let's find out!” Hu Tao claps again and the crowd goes silent. It’s eerie how quiet things are. “What do the people want our victor to do?” She asks and the question is echoed by the announcer. It's quiet a few seconds longer before he hears a cry.

“Eat him!” It’s one voice, followed by another shout somewhere else of, “Show him mercy!” “Crush him!” Then the crowd's cries grow louder until it's a roar of opinions, some inventive and horrible. One particular chant of freedom emerges yet Hu Tao’s eyes seem to be growing wider, sparkling with amusement this whole time.

“Well,” She says softly, and the crowd falls quiet instantly, “I’m thinking we have a winner Mr. Titan.��

Childe bites his lip, wondering if he will have to debate any of her wording. It is the thing that will gain him his freedom and he has a deep feeling that things will work out just fine. Zhongli is fighting to tear out of the guards’ grip, but they hold him strong, marching him to the edge of the platform. Raising a brow at this, Childe looks back to Hu Tao.

The tiny undertaker sticks her hand out, then gives a thumbs up. Childe sighs in relief, starting to sit up, but Zhongli’s response is quite erratic. The tiny man lifts a shield and the two guards on him are forced away. Hu Tao clicks her tongue, waving Childe back down.

“Don't you know colosseum etiquette silly?” She asks, “Thumbs up is bad! It means you have to finish him~” She pumps her fists dramatically as she speaks and Childe immediately objects.

“But the people's vote ruled for his freedom?” And Zhongli is nodding adamantly. Up on this platform, he can't jump down without injuries it seems. Childe lifts his hand, aiming to help, but Zhongli twists to glare at it, lifting a newly summoned polearm up to wave at him. Childe had wondered why he hadn't objected, but he can now see the slim gold collar preventing him from being a part of this conversation.

“Ah, but the judgment is decided by the audience and the empress!” Hu Tao shakes her head like this is clear. “Zhongli’s fate is sealed, right in there!” And she points to Childe’s core, which decides to growl just then.

The man curls on himself, eyes wide. “So you made that decision all by yourself.” He glares at her, but she is fearless.

“Well, not really. At least a three eights of my people wanted it to go this way!” She shakes her head, “And my vote counts as a fourth of theirs.”

“You were the deciding vote Hu Tao.” He deadpans and she giggles again, waving to her guards to grab Zhongli again when the consultant’s shield fails.

“I guess I was. But you were planning to eat him anyway~ Isn't this just perfect? You get a snack and your freedom!” Childe wonders if the woman is crazy.

“If I crushed your precious audience, you’d have a lot more funerals to arrange,” He threatens or maybe just negoriates by her standards, and she tuts at him. He’s at least thirty times her size and she tuts at him!

“Nono. You wouldn't be allowed to do that. You can just take your prize and leave.” Childe groans, dropping his forehead down to rest on the platform. From here, he can hear Zhongli’s growls of frustration.

“You have to free him first.” He finally mutters, lifting his head again and bringing his palm up in front of the platform for Zhongli.

The Liyuen man turns to view him with wide eyes, and he seems tired again. Hu Tao hums as she thinks about it, then she looks up to meet Childe’s gaze.

“You pinky promise you’ll eat him?” She asks, holding out her tiny hand, pinky extended. Childe frowns at the words.

“I take a pinky promise very seriously Empress. You know me well.” He grumbles, but he reaches out and Childe knows if Zhongli had a tail right now, it would be lashing furiously. The snezhnayan ends up hooking his pinky over her whole forearm, but she shakes it up and down and when he’s pulled his hand away, he gets to watch the empress skip over to Zhongli. She reaches up to pinch his cheek before she reaches down to his neck. She slides her fingertips across it and in a poof of golden dust, the chain around his neck is gone.

“Hu Tao, this is unreasonable.” Zhongli begins immediately, angry at her antics. She ignores his words as she lowers her hands to his wrists. Two more small poofs and the chains are fully gone. Zhongli rubs his wrists, continuing his speech the whole time. “Our deal was that I should be freed if I fought him. You cannot ask him to eat me, that is signing my very death warrant. Have I not an amicable employee?” His words go on even as the guards walk him to the end of the platform and he’s only silenced with a soft grunt as Hu Tao quite bodily shoves him off the platform. He drops the couple feet down onto Childe’s palm, finding himself on his hands and knees and more than a little shaken.

Childe can feel the nearly imperceptible shivers wracking the man and he does feel a little bad. Maybe he can make it gentle for Zhongli. Even if the Liyuen did stab him.

“Eat up, big boy!” Hu Tao calls, settling back onto her throne and Childe cringes at that title. Her creative nicknames are particularly grating. He lifts his ‘prey’ up to his face, looking over him.

“Childe?” Zhongli’s tiny golden gaze is desperately imploring him to rethink this, but they both know it’s a sealed deal.

“Sorry Xiansheng… I made a pinky promise.” He shrugs, bringing his palm to rest the side against his lips. Zhongli’s shivering increases and Childe curls his fingers a bit before he pulls his hand away again. “How do you want me to do this?” He asks, hoping for the smaller’s preference. He doubts Zhongli wants him to do this in any way, but he knows the smaller is a constantly thoughtful man and will have processed some best idea.

Zhongli is quiet for a few long seconds, glancing between Childe’s lips and eyes. “Perhaps you merely need to hold me in your mouth. That is how you eat sweets, no? I am certainly about as bite sized to you as candy I’m sure.”

Childe wants to agree, but he’s sure Hu Tao wouldn't qualify that, “Those get swallowed eventually when they melt.” He replies, watching the little wilting reaction, “You don't eat gum, just chew it. And I doubt you want to be chewed.”

“That would certainly be a swifter way to finish me.” Zhongli sounds morose now and Childe pouts, lifting his free hand up. With a precise and gentle touch, he rubs the tiny god’s spine. He can feel just how the man leans into his touch and the inkling of guilt returns. At least the peanut gallery is silent for once.

“I won’t be chewing you Zhongli. But, I probably shouldn't take you in dry, so I’ll need to lick at you some.”

“I have decided I do not enjoy being your sweet-heart in this way.” Childe can't help but laugh in surprise at the pun. “Will you wake up soon, love?”

“What was that?”

“It's nothing.” And in fact it feels quite like that. Childe can't quite remember what was spoken after the pun.

“Hey, Dragonspine!” The little empress shouts and Childe glances back down, remembering her presence. “You made a pinky promise. Give the people what they want!”

There’s a nearly automated return of sound to the stadium, tiny cheers crying for his final move.

“Oh hush. I’m getting there,” He huffs.

“This isn't supposed to be a tragedy! It’s a drama! Give us action! Fear! Intimidation!” Hu Tao calls valiantly, and a roar of cheers comes back. Childe glances to Zhongli again and the man seems to have composed himself with some tiny deep breaths. “If you don't do well enough, you might have to stay longer.” Ugh.

“Any preference?” Childe asks one last time, and the adeptus shakes his head, closing tiny golden eyes and surrendering to his fate.

Well, if it's what the people want… Childe shifts, halting his petting and instead lightly pinching Zhongli’s sides. The man’s eyes flash open and he starts to protest but Childe lifts him off his palm, bringing him up above his face. He can feel the tiny racing pants, but this time, he ignores the small guilty voice in favor of leaning into his predatory side. Childe feels the very second the tiny man regrets his submission.

“Wait!” Zhongli objects suddenly, smacking tiny open palms against Childe’s fingertips. Things aren't moving at his pace at all anymore.

Childe smirks at him, listening to the roaring cheers as he brings the little squirming body up above his face. He tilts his head back, opening up his mouth and sticking his tongue out to catch the little form. He releases Zhongli, dropping the tiny man down.

Childe feels the miniscule hands slap against his lip before gravity wins, pulling the golden god inside his mouth. He levels his head, feeling the small weight distinctly on his tongue. Zhongli must be disoriented for a second, but Childe feels him turn and start to crawl along his tongue, fighting for a chance to get back outside. The titan is slow to close his mouth, letting Zhongli get as close to his teeth as he safely can before he clicks his teeth shut.

Soft cries of frustration make it out past his lips before he seals those shut too and he looks down to give a grin to the empress. She’s on the edge of her seat, clapping gleefully. At least, she’s enjoying the show.

Childe has never had a mouthful fight back like this, and it's kind of thrilling. He can feel Zhongli’s hands desperately applying pressure to his teeth and the little man’s fingers explore around Childe’s gums in the dark as he seeks a way out. Childe shifts his tongue, hearing the little yelp of shock in response. He can hear Zhongli’s voice quite clearly and he wonders if that’s normal for sounds produced inside the mouth. It's not as though he’s ever had something inside to know before.

“Childe, I implore you to rethink this!” He pleads and in response, the ginger shifts his tongue again, sliding it forward to pin the small body against his front teeth. He laps at him this way, letting his saliva pool some to soak Zhongli. The little Liyuen seems to be making an effort to struggle, but Childe barely notices. He creates gentle suction in his mouth, pulling the small body onto his tongue once more and pressing him up against the point where his palates meet. The feeling of Zhongli squirming there tickles and Childe scrunches his nose so that he doesn't sneeze. Zhongli tastes lightly of vanilla and silk flowers.

He can feel just how small the brunette is in this way. It shouldn't take more than one firm swallow to get him down. Childe tilts his head back again, easing his soaked prey back toward his throat.

“Ajax- Childe, please slow down!” Zhongli begs again and something stirs the guilty little voice again. Sighing slowly through his nose, Childe relaxes his tongue. He keeps his head tilted back and he can feel the wet little form sliding down the slope of the striated muscle. Zhongli is still out of breath, and Childe feels the odd sensation of fingertips digging into his taste buds to hold the morsel in place. He’s a bit impressed at Zhongli for managing that.

Everything is quiet for a few beats and nothing but the tiny heaving breaths really hold Childe’s attention. He can feel the smaller starting to calm so he flexes his tongue, relaxing his throat at the same time. Zhongli gasps as he loses his grip, sliding down the rest of the way. He’s so small that he starts slipping into Childe's throat right away. The wet flesh kneading at his tiny legs as the two centimeters of his body sink into the passageway. It will indeed only take one thick swallow and Childe inhales and exhales three shallow times before he wills himself to.

It's effortless. Zhongli doesn't cry out this time, and in fact he barely squirms as he's drawn down into the hot depths of Childe's core.

Childe feels the little weight drop into his stomach and he lifts a hand to press against it. It growls in response and he can feel the little form inside startle at the noise. He rubs lightly at Zhongli and though the touch is hesitant, he can feel the smaller push back at him.

There's raucous applause from his audience and Childe looks back to them now. The voice of the empress rises up again calling his name (finally) and Childe turns his gaze to face her.

“Happy?” He gives her a flat look when she beams at him, waving him down to her.

“Let me take a look,” She requests, “Gotta be sure there's no Mr. Zhongli hidden away in that cave!”

Childe rolls his eyes, but obediently opens his mouth up. He sticks his tongue out and lifts it at her command, turning his face slightly so she can inspect all angles and eventually mumbling, “You're welcome to go down and check. There's plenty of room.”

“Ah! An exciting offer Titan, but that will have to wait for another day.” He looks expectantly at her, waiting for the freedom he’s been guaranteed. She blinks up at him, wide eyed and nearly innocent- or forgetful maybe. “Oh right!” She claps her hands together. “Okay! Stand up and I’ll release you.”

He’s quick to obey this also, shuffling close as he safely can to the platform so she can reach out to wave her hands to make the chain evaporate. She waves away the large cloud of golden dust, looking high up to meet his gaze.

“So sad.” And suddenly the colosseum seems to be growing rapidly- Or he’s shrinking!? Hu Tao reaches out her hand, pulling Childe up onto the platform with her as he finally lands at his typical height. Panicked, he rests a hand against his gut, feeling the now, well, minuscule form still sprawled within him. “Well, you’re free now.” She sighs, shaking the hand she’s been holding.

“Wait, what do I do about Zhongli?” He asks, looking for a solution to this. Hu Tao, knowingly, gives no answer.

“I like the gladiator version of you. Very impressive.” She giggles again, picking at the white fabric layers of her own toga. “You’re always welcome back here! Maybe next time I’ll let you pick your prey from any of the champions you know~” She offers before pointing to a door behind her throne. Childe swears it hadn’t been there earlier.

“I- Thank you?” Childe feels disoriented but the guards start leading him out and he looks back just in time to see something very confusing. It’s himself on that titanic scale, still out there sleeping relaxed like he was before the match. Hu Tao turns toward him, lifting her finger to her lips and giving him a wink before she turns away to officiate once more.

Is that how big he had been? Damn.

He steps out through the door and he’s met with a wicked falling sensation.

–

Childe sits up with a gasp, blinking in the moonlit room.

“Baobei,” Zhongli’s voice calls softly to him from his side and Childe turns to face the man with wide eyes. “Come back to me, Ajax.” The man seems a bit ruffled himself, but his voice is honeyed with sleep.

Childe sighs, lifting a hand to rub at his cheek. He slowly lowers himself to lay again, scooting closer until he can lay in Zhongli’s hold.

“Mm… Had a really interesting dream.”

“I know.”

“Oh?”

“You pulled me into it quite swiftly, Ajax.” The old god chuckles softly and Childe’s cheeks warm at the realization.

“Oh celestia, I just ate you!”

“With relish.” The other man agrees, pressing a kiss to soft ginger curls. “I did not know you wished to devour me so.” His laughter is warm and Childe relaxes into his hold.

“So, you’re not mad?” He asks, closing his eyes.

“With you? Never.” Zhongli confirms, “Your imaginary Hu Tao, on the other hand, was quite a menace. I never wish to see her in a position of unrivaled power.” Childe can’t help but let out a soft laugh at that and then he gives a long sigh.

“Mm… Is that what it would really be like?” He receives a confused hum, “I mean swallowing you. I could taste you.

“Ah,” Zhongli’s hand shifts where it’s curled over Ajax, gently rubbing his stomach. It feels nice. “I cannot say for sure. I am sure that thanks to our bond, the sensations were indeed more realistic than they would otherwise have been, but I cannot guarantee that is the precise experience one could ever have outside of a dream.”

“That makes sense.” Childe nods, yawning softly. “Did you have to enter that dream though?” He asks, flustered again.

“Ajax, your thoughts bled into my own sleep, prayers that I would be in attendance. How could I resist a glimpse into your private fantasy when you asked so nicely?” The flush gets worse and Childe turns to bury his face in the pillow.

“Oh my god,” The younger man mumbles in embarrassment.

And he receives a very amused, “Yes, that’s right,” as Zhongli continues to pet his core. Childe reaches to pinch Zhongli’s arm in response. “What’s this?”

“That’s for stabbing me.” He turns back out of the pillow, looking over the way moonlight catches on a small glass figure on their bookshelf. A tiny warrior.

“I was quite sure you had already repaid that wound tenfold, Ajax.” Zhongli pulls Childe a little closer and he goes willingly into the hold.

“Maybe,” The ginger admits. “If you knew it was a dream, why were you so scared?” He’s unable to resist the question despite knowing this could be a conversation that will bleed over into the morning.

“Hm. You are quite the torrential force Baobei.” Zhongli’s answer is unexpectedly short.

“What do you mean?”

“Imagine I were thirty times your size and intended to consume you. That my actions from the start showed no mercy.”

“I think I would find that hot,” Zhongli doesn't seem at all surprised by this response.

“Now, imagine you knew I -as your titanic lover- wanted prey that would squirm.”

“You were acting!?” Childe shuffles to try and pull away, intending to roll over and face Zhongli to read his expression. The adeptus does not allow him such mobility, pulling him back close. Begrudgingly, he settles into the hold once more.

“Perhaps that is the case. But I will say, I was certainly leaning into the excitement of things.”

“But I felt guilty knowing it was you!”

“You did not act very guilty, Ajax.” The man behind him hums in amusement. “You may have the peace of knowing I would willingly do anything you asked of me.”

“What if I had killed you, Zhongli!?” The former ‘titan’ glares at the opposite wall, unable to direct the look back to his lover.

“Do you truly think something as mundane as one mortal’s digestive process could take me out?” Zhongli seems amused that he could think that and that gentle touch returns to rub Childe’s stomach. “Be at peace, Baobei.”

And he is. Zhongli somehow has a way of addressing every issue in the most avoidant and direct way possible. He’s soothed all Childe’s dream specific anxieties with patience and affection. “Alright, Xiansheng.” He sighs, yawning once more.

“Sleep. I will keep your dreams at bay,” Childe knows he will. The young man shuts his eyes, allowing his breaths to fall into pattern with his partner.

“Good night Zhongli.” Another kiss is pressed to his hair.

“Goodnight Ajax.”

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guttedwhxre · 1 year

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─ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 ❞ michael a. myers (nsft ver.)

finally, my michael myers ns ft headcanons <3

tw: nothing!

author's notes: lmk if you think there's anything i should tag! enjoy!!

michael is a very impatient lover. which is a stark contrast to how he is usually, michael can wait for just about anything; but he can never wait to get his hands on you.

be prepared to get tossed around like a ragdoll. michael doesn’t really have any consideration for how you might feel in certain positions at first, so be sure to tell him if something is uncomfortable. just like with anything else, tell him gently and firmly what you don’t like, and he’ll comply. unlike with most other things though, you’d probably have to tell him a few times before he actually listened.

at first, michael’s not the most generous lover. you’ve got to tell him, or even better, show him the ideal way to please you. seeing your pleasured face or hearing your breathy moans will be enough to spur him on to learn more.

teach michael to give you head. it’s the best idea you may ever have. the way his broad tongue laves over your sex, the way his lips close around you - it’s frustrating when he doesn’t listen for sake of his own curiosity, but, he’ll make it worth your while.

both RZ and ‘78 michael are on the larger side - 6.7/7.5 in. depending on your preferred michael. (RZ 7.5 in, ‘78 6.7 in)

not aware of how his girth may hurt you, so lube is a must! be generous about it.

like seriously, with how rough michael gets you could tear/bleed so a nearly insane amount of lube is a must.

the position michael is most fond of is missionary, he likes watching you writhe.

definitely the type to take you when and where he wants. it’s not unusual to see him trailing after you on the streets, initiating a game of hide and seek - only to herd you into an alley and proceed to fuck the shit out of you.

super affectionate for about 5 minutes post-coitus. every time, like clockwork - he’ll be kissing you, holding you close, squeezing you half to death and near purring; then all of a sudden he’s back to normal. gives you whiplash!

doesn’t mean there’s no aftercare though! after gentle guidance on it he’ll always bring you whatever you ask afterward, let you lay against his broad chest as you come down. after you’re all taken care of, michael takes a little bit of time to himself, his own preferred method of aftercare. he typically stays in the house but behind closed doors, or away from your eyesight. you’re not entirely sure what he does but he seems to need it, so you leave him be.

on another note…interrupt him and he’ll be very, very upset. after living with you michael begins to understand what boundaries are and how they’re important - so when you violate his, especially repeatedly, well, don’t expect to come out totally unharmed.

michael won’t have sex with you until he’s comfortable taking his mask off. it’ll be like dominos, almost! he takes off his mask then uh-oh you’re bent over the kitchen counter, taking him to his balls. (this may be where you discover how badly you need lube

he’s not much of a masturbater, so he’ll be pretty pent-up most days. you can introduce him to masturbation as a form of relief of course, but he’ll always prefer to relieve himself in you. or on you.

he’s not initially super kinky, but introduce him to a few things and michael will do some research on his own, find out what he really enjoys! finds out some of the things he already likes are kinks and is very, very pleased.

while it’s not often, occasionally michael will prefer to submit. you can tell by his body language of course, leaning into you, letting you pet him, laying over your lap and staring up at you with softened blue eyes. take these opportunities, as they don’t come often! (i can prolly go into depth on another post…lmk <3)

loves folding you in half during missionary, he likes to watch as you squirm and try to tell him that you don't bend that way - and delight when he makes you anyway.

definitely the type to wake you up with sex, whether it means he comes in after you've gone to bed one night and he's still a little pent up from his kills, or if he wakes up first in the morning and doesn't want to deal with his morning wood all by himself. that's what you're here for!

michael, all in all, loves you and your body. even if he’s a dick sometimes, he does! he’s yours to keep, and you’re his to fuck.

you’re sleeping, so so peacefully. the bed is nice and warm, your sheets are clean - you’re vaguely aware of how at peace you are and drift back into a deep sleep. sometime later you begin to stir, confused as to why the bed is rocking. and you feel so funny - “oh!” you squeak, suddenly incredibly aware of how close you are to cumming. michael is on top of you, his cock dragging against your walls as he pushes in and out, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. your legs are somehow behind your head, your boyfriend pressing you into the bed with his hips, his arms keeping your legs trapped against your torso. “michael,” you whisper, and he’s snapped back to reality. eyes landing on your face, you can see his lips begin to quirk up into a smirk. his hips begin to slam into you harder, pushing you over the edge as you finish all over him. pleased, the brunet leans down to press a kiss to your lips, nuzzling against your cheek as he chases his finish.

xoxo, babe 💋

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randxmthxughts · 1 year

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All For You - Neteyam x Ta'unui ! Y/N (Na'vi from the water clan attacked by Quaritch)

upd: full fic is posted

posting another teaser from my long ass fic about Neteyam x Ta'unui ! Y/N because while i'm almost done with it, i'm also very impatient

summary: When Quaritch attacks the Ta’unui water clan looking for Jake Sully, the clan’s Tsahik forces her younger sister, Y/N, to escape and seek refuge from the Metkayina clan. As Y/N deals with the trauma of losing her home, she discovers that she isn’t the only outlander in the village, and starts developing conflicted feelings for Neteyam. But the tensions grow when Y/N discovers that he is the son of Jake Sully - the man she hates.

genre/tropes: angst, romance, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, platonic relationships (Y/N x Kiri, Y/N x Jake, Y/N x Tsireya, Y/N x Neytiri), mentions of other pairings (Lo’ak x Tsireya, Kiri x Ao'nung)

word count (approx): 25k

a/n: if you want to be notified when i upload the whole fic, lmk :) this is a teaser btw. also some dialogues might seem weird bc i removed the spoilers for the time being

That night you’re haunted by a nightmare. You’re swimming in the crystal-clear water, the warm sunrays piercing your eyes with a satisfying itch. From afar, you make out the beach which you would recognize anywhere: you’re back home, in your village. As you dive into the depths, you suddenly feel a hand clasping yours but the feeling is familiar. It’s your sister, swimming alongside you.

You smile. It reminds you of the old times, when you were little, spending your time swimming and holding hands with her, so none of you gets lost. Suddenly, the darkness engulfs you, making it hard to see. You look up to find a massive cloud forming in the sky, and you try to pull your sister with you to the surface. But she doesn’t budge, instead letting go of your hand with a small smile. Gasping for air, you break the surface, before diving back in for her, but this time she’s even farther away from you. You try to reach out to her again again and again, but each time the air in your lungs gets thinner, as she slips further away, eventually hitting the bottom.

You wake up, with your sister’s name lingering on your lips. It’s still dark outside, and too early for the morning. To clear your head, you head towards the trees located deeper on the island.

As you push through the dense bushes, you finally reach a small clearing nestled between tall trees.

Bang. All of a sudden someone throws you off your feet, hitting your back against the ground, and you see a familiar face hover above you. He’s so close, you can feel his braids grazing your skin. Neteyam. You growl.

“What the hell?” you slap his chest angrily, but he doesn’t budge, his arms firmly planted by the sides of your face. His knee rests between your thighs, restricting your movement.

“This is a familiar pose,” he smirks, and you roll your eyes at him, “Why aren’t you asleep?”

You notice a headpiece he’s wearing that you’ve never seen on him before. It looks like the ones that guardians assigned by Tonowari wear during their shifts.

“I was trying to clear my head. Why aren’t you?”

“I’m guarding,” he smiles, “This very same area, by the way!”

“You’re a guardian?” you snort.

Neteyam shakes his head amused, swaying his braids over your skin. Almost mocking you.

“Get off me,” you lightly slap his chest again, but he has something else on his mind. To tease you further, he pins your arms, and pushes his knee against you, right between your thighs.

You know that it’s innocent on his side, but your body reacts differently, separate from your mind. You feel blood rush to your face, as your ears, like a pair of wings, suddenly flutter in pleasure. Of course, this doesn’t escape his eyes. You can see his pupils dilate, and an unreadable expression covers his face. You want to hide and scream out of embarrassment.

“Please,” you plead, and he jerks away from you so fast, it’s almost like he took a leap.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he apologizes, keeping a small distance between you.

He’s embarrassed too, you think. He doesn’t meet your eyes, but you can almost see how hundreds of thoughts are rushing through his brain in an attempt to change the subject. You sit up, dusting off your skin in uncomfortable silence, until he finally dares to speak up.

“Do you want me to walk you back?” Neteyam scratches his head, “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“No,” your voice is so low. Shit, “I need to clear my head.”

“Did you have a nightmare?” his voice is gentle.

You stand up, to dust the remains off your back and knees. You feel Neteyam’s eyes roaming over your body.

“I saw my sister in my dream,” you finally answer, “But it confused me more.”

“Confused you about what?”

“The signs. I can’t figure out what Eywa is trying to tell me,” you sigh out of frustration, “Ever since my parents died, I could feel their presence whenever I talked to Eywa. So the other day, by the Spirit Tree, I thought that if my sister were dead, then I’d feel her too. But I couldn’t.”

“And the nightmare makes you think otherwise?”

“Yes. In the nightmare, we were swimming but every time I tried pulling her with me to the surface, to get her out, she wouldn’t budge. It’s like she didn’t want to be saved.”

“A nightmare can be just a nightmare, Y/N,” Neteyam pats your shoulder to comfort you.

“This was different,” you shake your head in disagreement, “I can feel it.”

Faint voices catch your attention. Neteyam’s ears perk up, as he focuses on the sounds in the distance, suddenly very aware of his surroundings.

"What do you hear?" you ask but he brings his thumb to your lips, shushing you.

“If the other guards hear you, they’ll take me off the duty.”

It feels like an eternity as he keeps his thumb over your lips. He stares off into darkness but all you can do is look at him. You admire how the moonlight highlights his features, his freckles and eyes glowing in the dark. His breathing is slow, strangely calming. You can’t help but think that the headpiece suits him even though it doesn’t prevent some of his braids escaping and framing his face. It’s almost funny how they seem to have a life on their own, swaying from left to right with every small movement he makes.

There is a flutter in your chest, as you realize how handsome he is. Shit. Maybe you’re just tired.

You wrap your fingers around his wrist, lowering his hand from your face, and it finally seems to catch his attention. You let your fingers linger on his skin for a little longer before letting go.

“Your purpose is to get me in trouble, isn’t it?” Neteyam smiles.

“What?” you frown at him.

“First, it was the fighting, now you happen to sneak away to the area I guard, so I get busted?”

“I didn’t intentionally-” you start justifying yourself but he’s quick to interrupt.

“I know, I’m kidding.”

Kidding. You admit that, given your history, it is a little funny. You can’t help but smile back. The tiredness seems to creep up on you, as you let out a yawn.

“I am probably going to regret this,” Neteyam mumbles, as if more to himself, than to you, “You know how Kiri sometimes falls asleep in random places?”

“Yeah?”

“Since you don’t want to go back to your bed, you can crash here,” he scratches his forehead, slightly embarrassed, as he points to the patch of grass in front of you.

“You want me to sleep here?” you snort.

“I’m just saying, give it a try. I promise I will be on the lookout.”

You consider it for a second. It sounds ridiculous but the lush grass does seem inviting, even softer than your bed. Another yawn creeps up on you. Would it be so bad that you wanted to stay here with him for a while?

“I-I’m not sure I can sleep here,” you admit. Not under his gaze anyway.

“Oh, come on, it’s easy,” he suddenly warms up.

Neteyam stretches out on the grass and waves you over with the biggest grin.

“This is what Kiri does. She just lies down, relaxes, and just like that, she’s off to her dream world,” Neteyam imitates his sister, “Come on.”

“Alright,” you give up, as you walk over to him.

You know it’s innocent but you still feel nervous. Neteyam pats the grass next to him, encouraging you to lay down. You comply, and he watches you relax, as he tousles some of the grass beneath your head. This was a bad idea, you think.

“Feels good, right?” he asks, propping himself up on one elbow so he can look at you.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. It does.

“I’m starting to understand why Kiri falls asleep so easily,” you say, and hear him chuckle.

“Right? Sleeping outside is way more fun. There is just something about the open sky,” he sighs, “It reminds me of home.”

You keep your eyes closed but you can sense Neteyam’s still watching you.

“What is it?” you ask.

“Oh, nothing,” he sounds flustered, like he got caught, “I just thought you had fallen asleep already.”

“Neteyam?”

“Hm?”

You turn your head to look at him, meeting his curious golden eyes.

“Can you tell me something? I’m not too sleepy yet,” you admit.

“What would you like to hear?” his voice is soft. So soft, you have to perk your ears to hear him.

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other teasers from the fic - here

this is one of my favorite scenes because this is sort of a turning point in their relationships, going from hating to suddenly finding comfort in talking to each other. i'm almost finished with the full version of the fic (it's going to be about 27k), so if you're interest, just reply to this or smth, and i'll make sure to let you know. hope this scene made sense out of context and intrigued you

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calware-png · 1 year

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your colors are alwasy SO GOOD.... do u have any advice for how u pick them

thank you! for advice, i have a few tips:

the first is to always keep in mind what color palette you are using. as you become more experienced this will likely become something you do subconsciously, but when i was starting out with drawing i would usually deliberately choose a color palette and reference that while coloring in my drawing.

i'll go into some basic color theory (ha ha) but feel free to skip this if you're already familiar with it.

there are many different types of palettes to choose from, but the most common ones are:

monochromatic

analogous

complementary

split complementary

triadic

square

tetradic

for example, the drawing i just posted follows a split complementary palette (which is favorite scheme btw)

i can explain this more in-depth if anyone want me to but for the sake of brevity i'll leave it at that. the only other thing that i think is important to note if you're following a color palette is that it's important to balance out the values of the colors that you are using (how light and dark they are) as well as use it as a guide but you don't have to strictly adhere to your pallete 100% if the time within your piece. for example, the my drawing uses MAINLY blue, green, and red-orange, but there is also some orange, yellow-orange, yellow-green, blue-green etc. in there as well

my second tip is to experiment! i hear the phrase "learn the rules before you break them" a lot when people are giving advice to beginner artists, which i don't always agree with because i think experimenting and finding out what you like and what you think works is very valuable (especially when you are drawing for fun and not professionally!) have fun with it, do the opposite of what people tell you to do just to see how it looks, etc. i remember getting the advice to always shade warm tones with a warmer tone and cool tones with a cooler tone (this is only a rule of thumb btw) and one day i started doing the opposite and found that it can look cool in certain circumstances

my third tip is to use references! i joke a lot about colorpicking from the most random images but i think that looking at other images and asking yourself "how is the artist/photographer using the colors to make it look this way? how do i recreate that?" and using that as a way to study their use of colors can be really helpful. i you find a drawing that has cool colors, try using those colors in your own drawings and see how they look!

the fourth tip is to play around with contrast. some drawings will look better with LOTS of contrast (where the darkest points are black and the brightest points are white), while others will look better with low contrast. stylistically, i prefer using low contrast. going back to the drawing above, there is no true #000000 or #ffffff used anywhere (except the white outline). i find that in certain situations this can help colors stand out. but like i said, it's more of a personal preference

the fifth tip is more for digital art, but it's to play around with blending layers, adjustment layers, and gradient maps if you don't like your colors but have no idea how to fix it. some programs don't have this feature but using blending layers/adjustment layers/gradient maps is sort of like using a filter to change the hue/value/saturation of your art in different ways

hope that helps! if there's anything i need to explain further please lmk!

#ask #Anonymous #i say things

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trkstrnd · 1 year

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Neurodivergent 126 anon here. I'd love to hear your thoughts on tarlos and Mateo!

hi anon i cannot believe i didn’t see this sooner but i would love to give you in depth examples of my opinions!!!

disclaimer: i am not a medical or psychiatric professional. do not use my posts or statements as means of diagnosis or medical advice. i am simply a person who struggles with mental illness/neurodivergence and am headcanoning characters that make me happy/that i relate to!!

that being said!! yes!!

mateo:

i firmly believe that mateo is autistic just based off of his social awareness. i know he’s canonically dyslexic, which, according to a quick google search, is strongly associated with autism. also, canonically, he’s an outcast, people look down on him, think he’s stupid, or slow, when really, he looks at things incredibly literally. i think we really see this in 1.07, with his struggles with his exam, finding a safe person inside a safe space and heavily relying on that routine of answering questions with marjan, then being thrown into a completely different situation that he was expecting just to panic. plus, when he got in there, the captain asked him if he needed anything to drink and mateo answered honestly, which got the sentiment of, “it’s sarcasm, einstein.” which is such mateo wasn’t even wrong to assume. in situations like this, before, he’s had people who cared, and he is trying his hardest to relate back to the past experiences he’s had, since most of the time he’s flying blind socially.

plus, mateo is really bad with the non-verbal communication as well. the main time i think about this is the last scene with the 126 in 3.18. when the boys were going to announce that they were engaged, but everyone figured it out before hand, EXCEPT MATEO, because to him, there’s nothing different. it’s just a 126 hang where people want to talk beforehand. he constantly has to be clued in.

plus, he was raised a loner, easily influenced by the actions of others. he feels incredibly strongly but doesn’t know how to express it and reach out. all of this was with marvin. messy room, bad actions, not being able to handle grief, being a “problem child.” they’re all autistic traits.

mateo, to me, is almost textbook autistic, but lmk what y’all think!!

tk:

truthfully, i haven’t done as much research on adhd as i have with asd, but from what i’ve read, it fits for tk very well. i honestly think part of it is why he gets along with carlos so much. tk is very all over the place, except for when he’s working or passionate about something. he’s able to fixate on one thing, and let all the others go for those moments (work, foosball, lou). he also tends to let things in his personal life show much more. he wears his heart on his sleeve. when he was upset owen was depressed, his mom’s passing, his sobriety being tested, issues with carlos, all manifest in places that there should be complete focus, but he has trouble focusing his attention on something unless it is the most important thing to him in that moment, which it often isn’t.

also, he’s impulsive!! i mean, who takes home a lizard from a guys leg?? he often does what he thinks is right no matter the circumstance, like in 2.08 when he goes for the alarm, 1.03 when he follows marjan into the corn despite judd’s orders, the bar fight in the same ep, 2.01 going after the person with the crossbow almost alone until judd offered backup, stealing a firetruck to find his dad, walking out on carlos, pushing carlos when he had nowhere else to place his anger at the situation, breaking up with carlos, you get my point. he struggles with emotional regulation and it manifests in impulsive behavior.

plus, he sucks at sleeping. ex: 3.13, 3.18.

okokokok

carlos:

boy oh boy have i saved the best for last because there’s a REASON i kin him ok.

all rise for the president of autistic carlos nation: me.

carlos is closer to what common folk would call ‘mildly’ autistic (which is not a term i indorse. everyone has different needs and they do not dictate the severity of a disability!!!) he has lower support needs, and because of this, when he was younger and he voiced them to his family, he was met with the cold shoulder.

look i will be a gabriel reyes defender until the day i die and i will never forgive tim for what he did to my favorite dad ever but this is not to say he didn’t have faults because he did!!! and they have a lot to do with how carlos’s autism presents itself.

many people with lower support needs go undiagnosed for years, and because of this they fall into this pit of isolation from their friends and family, and sometimes, themselves. carlos was constantly being reprimanded for being too soft (likely intense, overwhelming feelings, when he was younger. meltdowns.) he didn’t get the support from his family that he needed, so he isolated even more, leading him to believe there was something wrong with him. he couldn’t get along with his sisters because of the age gap, his dad constantly cared for him but in a way that made carlos second guess every decision he made, from coming out to joining apd.

again, he stayed pretty much a loner through childhood. in school, he said all he had was iris, and his shame and mask forced him to make the decision he did when they graduated. he married her because he needed to keep himself from being the burden he perceived himself as for /having needs/.

autistic people tend to take things literally, jump to conclusions. he never asked his parents how they felt after he came out. he just assumed they hated him and tried to soothe that by marrying iris and disregarding himself once again.

it’s why every time he expresses a need, it’s in the form of an argument, or when someone else is upset with him, he brushes it off because his feelings don’t matter because they never have. he masks so much that he almost broke up with tk because he kept brushing off his frustration (2.04), and he held his tongue for so long that he exploded and sounded like an anshole (3.13). he didn’t even tell tk he didn’t want kids until the issue was forced, and i want to highlight how good tk is for him because carlos didn’t run away from the discussion and let tk have whatever he wanted, he recognized the conversation as the collaboration it was!

he has an intense need for routine, he stims all the time (hand rubbing), he tends to have explosive bouts of emotion from masking so long, and he only truly opens up to tk. tk takes care of all of the social stuff, too! carlos’s entire friend group is tk’s friends. tk talks during catan, socializes, while carlos takes on the big, rehearsed speeches.

getting to see him open up with the right person over the last four years has been an absolute delight, and i cannot wait for more.

anyways that’s all for now! if you have any questions about these or others feel free to ask, and if you’re curious about my other neurodivergent 126 hcs, you can check them out here!!

i will forever believe in autistic carlos thank u

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