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Kinktober Day 15: Noncon

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 6908

Warnings: Afab!reader, gendered language, familial death, noncon, like super noncon, debt, monetary coercion, references to prostitution and public use, implied master/slave dynamic, piv sex, blowjob, throat fucking, double penetration featuring a Fatui debt collector 

A/N: at this point I think anything I write for a Harbinger is just going to be exceptionally dark and gross so tbh consider that a warning in and of itself. This one’s rough so please pay attention to the tags before proceeding any further! I love you guys and I want you all to stay safe so feel free to skip this one if you think you need to!

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Snow crunches under heavy boots as you make your way through the small village you called home. It was late, and the moon was out. Its muted, hazy glow casts over the snowdrifts and the shoveled heaps piled away from silent doorways to make it all glitter and shine like mountains of precious silver. You wished that was what it was. Wished you could dig your hands into it and scoop out palmfulls to spend on food and clothes, firewood for the hearth at home so you wouldn’t have to break your back chopping it for yourself every day. Maybe even a new comb for your hair, as a treat. 

You would have been able to afford anything at all if it was something of actual worth stretching out around you as far as the eye could see, so of course you would splurge on a comb. Perhaps even two. And a dress, a fancy one that would make the other girls green with jealousy while the boys threw themselves at your feet like shameless dogs. Anything and everything would be just at your fingertips in this perfect world of whimsical fantasy. Even your freedom. 

It was a nice thought. A tempting one, even. But if snow could be somehow transmuted into silver or any other precious metal then Snezhnaya would be the financial capital of Teyvat rather than the far distant Liyue. Your father had told you about it on occasion, what kind of place it was. How bustling with business and commerce the streets were. You’d thought it sounded like a strange but exciting place. So much potential for success bursting at the seams, just waiting to be struck upon, that you’d once even dreamed of going there yourself some day. Of making a future beyond the hopeless deadend you saw here. 

But that was little more than a long forgotten flight of fancy now, much like your silver-snow. Fantasies were just idle hopes and wishes for children who hadn’t yet learned the crushing truths of the world, and the weight of that sags your shoulders as you work to jostle your front door open. You were tired and cold, and quickly running out of options. 

The door finally gives way with a creak, and you stumble inside to knock the snow off your boots before bending to unlace them. You’re halfway through the motion, one shoe already undone and half kicked off, when you suddenly realize you’re not alone. 

You aren’t sure if it’s a shift of movement at your peripheral, if the redistribution of weight had displaced one of the old floorboards to issue a squeak of warning or if it’s something in the air that just feels … occupied. But you’re immediately aware of it on an intrinsic level and your heart seems to play hopscotch across your ribcage. Frozen to the spot, you just listen to the resounding silence for a long, horrible beat. Then your head comes up to glance across the room at the open doorway that leads into the small kitchen. A warm flicker of light greets your horrified gaze, taunts you with a beckoning sputter. You certainly hadn’t left the lantern burning this entire time, otherwise you probably wouldn’t have even had a home to return to. 

Slowly straightening, you hastily shove your feet back into your boots and reach for the knife hidden under your jacket. You grasp it in a tight, squeezing fist, just the way your father had shown you, and creep towards the doorway. It feels like you're hardly breathing but your pulse still jumps when the floor creaks under you. Nothing to be concerned about though, you try to tell yourself. They would have heard you come in anyway, especially since your damn door never wanted to open right. It was fine if they knew you were there because you knew where they were and it was your house, so you still had the upper hand. Probably. Maybe. 

Oh, please don’t let there be more than one of them, you pray to whichever god might be listening. 

Edging yourself close to the entryway, you’re more than a little relieved to find that it is indeed just a single figure standing over your rickety dinner table and you almost breathe out a heavy sigh. But then that shadowy mass turns, the cast of the lantern illuminating the face, and you nearly drop your knife in surprise. 

“L - lord Regrator?” 

He smiles at you, always soft and always gentle. “Hello, pet. Finally off work are we?” 

You just stand there, mouth moving wordlessly around any number of things you could have said to him in that moment. ‘What are you doing in my house?’ for starters. Maybe even an impulsive ‘why are you sneaking around at night like a thief?’ But all you finally manage to croak out is a threadbare, “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting, my lord” because you simply don’t know what else to say. 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. I haven’t been here for very long.” Still smiling, still soft, he reaches out with an elegantly poised gloved hand as if to touch the top of your table but he stops short. Seems to hesitate. Thinks better of it, and instead sweeps those long fingers outward to gesture at the kitchen at large. “Your home is lovely. Quaint.” 

Pantalone hides his grimace exceptionally well. You only barely manage to make out the slightest tension that settles around his mouth in the cast of the burning lantern that sits sentry on the table between you and him, tossing odd shadows across his face. His contempt for your lodgings is clear though and you self consciously dart your eyes around the room as if seeing it all for the first time. The old, dilapidated iron stove that looked like it was on its last leg, the crack in the wall where the foundation was starting to give, bit by bit, and the rusting coffee carafe sitting in the tub sink. It probably did look abhorrent compared to what he was in all likelihood used to but it was all you’d ever known. The only thing you’d ever had that couldn’t be taken away. 

Swallowing hard, you center your focus back on him and try not to think about how much he looked like a finely dressed specter standing in the ruins of your life like this. Beautiful and nice to look at but you knew too well the venomous fangs he was hiding beneath that deceptively pleasant veneer. Like a wraith come to life to haunt you endlessly. Tirelessly. Ghoulishly. 

“Please forgive me, my lord.” You whisper into the eerie stillness. “Had I known you would be coming I would have cleaned and made preparations. Would you like me to make tea?” 

“Not at all.” 

You wince, and try not to wither. “Then is there something I can help you with?” 

Noising a thoughtful sound, Pantalone casually shifts into motion and you very nearly go scuttling backwards to escape him. But, to your surprise, he doesn’t approach you and instead wanders over to the stove to give it a shuttered but no less judgemental inspection. You start to bring your hand up to wipe the beading sweat from your brow only to abruptly realize you were still holding onto the knife. 

Stealing a look at where you’ve got it clutched in a death grip, you quickly decide to keep it out for the moment. You very well might need it. 

“One would think that old fool would have used some of the loan he borrowed to do a bit of upkeep on the place.” He murmurs, more to himself than you and perfectly offhand, but it still makes your chest squeeze tight. You probably should have seen this coming but the hurt catches you off guard. Makes you hate him just a little more. 

“I’m sorry my home is not to your liking, lord Regrator. I could have met you somewhere else if you’d just - -“

“Oh?” Pantalone cuts across you, neither raising his voice nor sharpening his tone. It’s the same soft, gentle refinement in his voice as usual that makes you cower in the doorway when he turns to make his long cloak flutter outward like a dancer. “And why would I give you the chance to run out on me like that? I know this isn’t exactly your area of expertise, dear, but surely even you must know that that’s just bad for business.”

You find yourself prickling defensively. For him to even insinuate such a thing … “I wouldn’t do that, my lord. I’ve been working hard to pay you back this entire time, just like we agreed. I even got a second job at the mill so I could make ends meet and still be able to make my payments on time. To up and leave after all the effort I’ve put into - -“

“Then can you give me your next payment now?” 

“I … my lord, I still have another week to get it.” 

Looking at you through the creeping gloom, Pantalone finally allows a small frown to tug at his mouth. “So that’s a ‘no’? Such a pity. I’d really rather hoped you would be better than your father.” 

You feel like you’re going to be sick. Hot and nauseous, and increasingly dizzy, you just stare at him for a drawn out beat before finally giving your head a numb shake. “No. That’s not what you said. My lord, you agreed - -“

“Let me explain something to you.” He cuts across you again, the faintest note of displeasure coloring his voice now. Sedately, he folds his hands together and moves towards you with the slow, rhythmic thud of his boots on the floorboards making your heart pound even faster. It sounded deafeningly loud in your cotton stuffed ears. “Loans are not granted out of goodwill and charity. There are terms that must be agreed upon by both parties before any mora can trade hands. Would you care to take a guess what terms your father took his loan out on?” 

You shake your head and back up a step, still clutching the knife beside your hip. Every fiber of your being was screaming at you to run, flee as fast as you can and never look back, but that would just make things worse, wouldn’t it? Prove that his wariness to trust you was well founded. You couldn’t afford to test the limits of his benevolence any further, figuratively or literally, so you stand your ground even when he comes within arms reach where he finally stops. Tilts his head to one side and then draws a calm breath. 

“Twenty-five percent interest. That is what accumulates every single day you don’t make a payment in full. To put it in layman’s terms, the only way for you to even make a dent in your fathers loan would be to pay around, oh, let’s say … 16000 mora a week?” 

Your knees almost give out right from under you. That couldn’t be true. There was no way … “Do — do you really expect me to be able to pay that much?” 

Softly tutting at you, Pantalone fixes you with a truly pitying look. “Oh, sweet girl. I would never ask something so unreasonable of you. But, as it stands, you did agree to take responsibility for the loan. Rather than a personal expectation on my part, you now have the obligation to pay it back regardless of my own personal thoughts on the matter.” 

“What choice did I have?” You croak. “What else was I supposed to say when you showed up at his funeral and started talking about stuff I have no knowledge of? You made it sound like I didn’t even have a say in it.” 

“Well, that’s hardly my fault if you agreed to something without understanding the full consequences.” 

You were starting to pant even though you hadn’t moved for some time now. It was like you were a tea kettle on the brink of boiling, so hot and messed up inside that you weren’t sure what the inevitable explosion was going to look like. You wanted to scream at him, throw yourself on the floor and sob like an inconsolable baby. You wanted to curse him, spit at him, hurt him — hurt him? 

Your fingers desperately clench around the knife to make sure it was still there. 

You could hurt him. 

Maybe you should hurt him. 

“You’re a monster,” You hiss, finding strength in your conviction, in the blade that had become a part of your arm, an extension of it. Stiffly, you shift to the side so he won’t see the way you readjust your grip on the handle to make sure you’ve got a good hold on it. “A twenty-five percent interest rate? That’s insane. No average person could pay that back in a single lifetime and you know that. You’re just a thief taking advantage of people.” 

Seamlessly, Pantalone’s placid little smile slips back into place. “Is that so?” 

“Yes.” You hiss the word at him, and try to work up your courage to follow through. You’d never stabbed another person before but in this instance, for him, you were quite certain you could. All you needed to do was goad him into closing the distance and get him near enough for your knife to reach. “You prey on the poor and impoverished like it’s some kind of game, don’t you? Is this what gets you off?” 

“That’s a rather crass thing for a young lady to say, isn’t it?” He simpers at you. Then, much to your heart pounding surprise, he takes a step towards you. And another. “But since you asked I feel it would be remiss of me not to give you an answer. How does a demonstration sound?” 

Your eyes go big, startled heat warming your cheeks quicker than you can even process it. There wasn’t enough time to think about that right now though. He was almost right on top of you, looming over you like some horrible, menacing beast in his fine furs. You seem to have forgotten how to breathe when the only thought flashing through your mind was sinking the blade in your hand through his chest. His neck. Whatever you could reach in the split second chance you were going to get to deliver the blow. Jaw clenched painfully tight, you squeeze your fingers around the knife so hard it hurts. 

And you lunge. 

An unseen hand materializes out of the darkness behind you and snatches your upraised wrist before you can bring it down. You’re so caught off guard that you don’t even have the wherewithal to gasp. A rough jerk on your arm yanks you off balance and right back against a solid wall of muscle that doesn’t even shift at the impact. Your animal instincts seem to take over and you wildly jerk your head up, just catching a glimpse of a red mask, a black hood, and then sharp, tearing pain is shooting up your captured limb. The masked fiend — a man, judging by his frame — twists and mercilessly bends your wrist until you drop the knife with an earth shattering clatter on the floor. Dully realizing you were caught and unarmed now, you violently wrench against his hold in an attempt to free yourself but he just drags you against him again. 

Screaming and kicking, he heedlessly maneuvers you further into the kitchen but even trying to turn into dead weight in his arms doesn’t dissuade him in the slightest. All he does is haul you close, lift you up in the air and then slam you down on top of the table with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. You’re distantly aware of him shuffling back a step as you lie there, gasping and wheezing while you weakly try to pull your body upright again but it’s useless. The teeth rattling impact against the sturdy wood had effectively stunned you. Your limbs didn’t want to cooperate and it was hard just to breathe, let alone try to run or fight back. 

And somehow through all the agony you’re vaguely aware of Pantalone’s approaching boot steps on the floor. 

“Goodness, was that really necessary? You could have set the whole place on fire.” He tut tuts at his underling and you slowly turn your head to watch him pick up the lantern where it was tipped over. The only thing that had stopped it from shattering or rolling off onto the floor was the protective cage around the glass but you weren’t sure if you wanted to thank whoever had designed it or curse them for it. There was no telling what they were going to do to you, and you may have preferred going up in a puff of smoke when all was said and done … 

Archons above, how were you supposed to get out of this? 

“Now,” Intoning, Pantalone gracefully moves to set the lantern on the adjacent countertop where it wouldn’t get knocked over again. The glow from the flame dances and moves with him, and you groan when it seems to make your nausea double down. You’d never felt quite so sick in all your life. “As I was saying, I think a hands-on demonstration should satisfy your curiosity well enough. As an aside, though, I would suggest not asking men about their sexual proclivities in the future. It just might keep you out of trouble.” 

“Bastard …” 

He comes close again, reaching out to close his fingers around the roots of your hair so he can yank your head back against the table. Seething, you glare up at him but he just keeps smiling that same polite smile. It was hideous. 

“My, my, that really is a filthy mouth you’ve got. Did you learn that from your father? Perhaps we should wash it out with soap while we’re at it.” 

“Stop it! Do not speak of him!” 

Chuckling faintly, Pantalone slowly lets up on your hair before moving to step around the table. Wheezing, you hastily try to roll over so you can slip down to the floor but the masked man stops you dead in your tracks. He was just standing there. Watching. Still and silent as a statue but you didn’t have to see his eyes to know how attentive his focus was. Like he was just waiting for the slightest hint of real resistance so he could use it as an excuse to rough you up again. Evil and loyal to a fault. 

From out of the void, Pantalone’s gloved fingers abruptly brush over your pants leg to make you jolt and whip your attention around so fast the room starts to spin. But once your vision clears enough to see, you just find him standing over you and as at ease as ever. He would have looked completely unassuming if you didn’t know any better.  

“Do try to keep your eyes on me, darling. After all, I’m going out of my way to give you a thorough and worthwhile answer, so the least you can do is pay attention.” 

“Please don’t …” 

Drawing a stilted breath that seems to shudder at the tail end, he slowly drags his palm up to your knee and then back down until it hits the top of your boot. Casually, much too casually for your liking, he disinterestedly nudges it off your foot to hit the floor before repeating the process on the other side. You cower on top of the table, biting back a sob when he reaches up to unbutton your jacket next, but you understood too well just how trapped you really were. The masked man was standing between you and the entryway, much bigger and much stronger than you were. You’d never be able to fight your way past him. In front of you was Pantalone and to the other side … the small kitchen door that led out into the yard was a non option because you hadn’t shoveled away the snow in months. You’d thought it was a good idea to leave as few points of entry into the house as possible now that you were alone, but you realized just how foolish that really was. You had no way out, no viable exits. 

“Are you really going to do this?” You fearfully whisper into the still air. 

With a soft click of his tongue, Pantalone gets the last button undone and brings his hands up again to push the jacket over your shoulders. “Only because you asked.” 

A full bodied tremor tears through you at the pur in his silky voice. Sucking in a ragged, gasping breath, you turn your head against the table to fix your attention on the beckoning door while he works on the next layer, and the next, leaving everything bunched around the bends of your arms, until he at last gets down to the bottommost chemise. You shiver at the loss of heat and the chill that rushes in to replace it, your nipples already cutting up into the thin material, but your reaction doesn’t so much as give him pause. 

Gloved hands drag up your front to cup around the swell of your breasts and squeeze, making you whimper in the back of your throat. “Well, this is certainly a pleasant surprise. I had no idea you were hiding such a voluptuous body underneath all those clothes.” Humming softly, as if in consideration, Pantalone readjusts his hold and shoves your tits together to make them squish under the final layer. “These are nice, aren’t they … have you ever considered going into prostitution? I’m sure you could make a pretty mora for yourself.” 

You screw your eyes shut but it doesn’t do much to block out the sound of his voice. “I would never …” 

“Oh? What a shame.” Pausing, he releases your chest in favor of neatly folding the material up to bunch under your chin and you outright writhe when the chilly air hits your stiff nipples full blast. “Though, if I’m being honest, I am quite tempted to take you with me back to the palace and start selling you myself. You’d be quite popular, you know. One look at this body and every man in the room would be tripping over themselves just to give me their entire savings for a mere hour with you. Perhaps you could pay me back that way, hm?” 

Whimpering when Pantalone lightly brushes his fingers over the pebbled peaks of your breasts, the leather stiff and cool to the touch, you twist your neck back in a blithe attempt to escape that velvety croon. It was no use though. Like you were smothered under his presence you could feel him, hear him all around you. You could even taste him on the back of your tongue where the cloying scent of expensive cologne swarmed your senses. It was too much. You didn’t want this. 

“Please … I’ll do anything, just — please don’t do this to me.” 

He gently shushes you even as he takes a moment to tweak your nipples, almost idly plucking at them until you hiss and choke on a broken little sob. Leaning over you then, hunching close, Pantalone puts his face near enough to yours that his exquisite eyeglass chain slides forward to brush against your cheek. He just looks at you like that for a long moment, still pinching your teats like an afterthought. 

Then, “You’ll do anything except the one thing that might actually get you out of this mess? My dear, I think you’re even more confused than I first thought. You do not have the luxury of choice here.”

Your stomach clenches. Roils and heaves. The dread that settles over you is debilitatingly crushing but you can’t quite stop yourself from looking up at him now, brows drawn in confusion and agony alike. “What do you mean?” It’s barely more than a whisper. 

“What I mean is simple. I own you.” He hisses it, punctuating that statement with an aggressive twist of your nipples to make you shriek. “Until that loan is paid off in full, you belong to me. Your life is in my hands, pet. If I decide you’re going to go stand naked in the town square and present yourself to every man walking by until you find a taker then that is precisely what you are going to do. Is that clear enough for you?” 

You squawk out a frantic, wild sound that might be a ‘yes’ and, to your reeling surprise, he immediately lets up on your poor breasts entirely. Just like that his mood seems to shift back to the usual placid tone and soft smiles, and you violently shudder as he soothes his palms over your aching teats as if to lessen the hurt. You can’t even begin to make sense of it but the relief you feel is staggering, and you force your quaking body to relax into it as much as you can manage. Of course you’d known what he was hiding under that pleasant facade, had seen it peek out on more than one occasion, but this was far beyond what even you had thought him capable. 

Perhaps you shouldn’t have been surprised though. Maybe you should have expected it on some level, but you now knew how very fine the line you were walking really was. He could do anything at all to you if the notion struck his fancy and something told you making you sell your body on the streets was only a small drop in the bucket. He was evil and deranged. Cutthroat. You had to play your cards very carefully if you wanted to avoid the worst of it. 

You repeat that to yourself, over and over again in your mind like a mantra when he finally reaches for your pants. It takes everything you have not to scream and kick, spit at him like a wild animal, but you manage, somehow, to just lay there, allowing him to get them pulled down your legs right along with your soft drawers. Left in nothing but your socks and the rumpled up heap of jackets and shirts bunched around your arms, you shyly squeeze your legs together to hide from him. You didn’t want him to see your most intimate spot. To look upon you like a lover would, but you don’t fight it when he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of the table. 

You had to play nice. Had to be good for him so he wouldn’t sell you to anyone that could afford to pay the hefty price tag he would no doubt ask for. Just the thought of him taking you makes bile rise in the back of your throat but even in the jittery panic coursing through your system you still recognized exactly how limited your options were. This was the lesser of two evils. You hated it beyond measure, but it was the far more bearable alternative. 

So you hold your breath, head spinning at an alarming rate, when he nudges your knees apart. Let them fall open in a shameless spread that leaves you bared to him and vulnerable. Your face feels like it’s on fire and furious tears sting your eyes, but you just clench your hands into tight, shaking fists. The nails dig in to lance pain through your palms and it helps ground you. Steadies your nerves even when he coos down at you with a saccharine sweetness. 

“And such a pretty pussy too … I admit, I’m rather impressed. I didn’t take you for the sort.”

You adamantly refused to respond to him now, leaving your mouth pursed in a thin line and your head turned away so you could keep your attention locked on the door. You should have shoveled the snow. Should have considered your situation a little more carefully. 

The featherlight brush of Pantalone’s fingertips on your cunt makes you jolt, almost pulls your head back around, but you stay firm on this. Prone and pliant for him as he traces a brief path down your slit before nudging into the lips to feel for your entrance. You wince at the contact, grimacing when he worms one long digit into your body even when he meets resistance, even though your shuddering muscles try to keep him out. The drag of his glove along your inner sleeve pulls a muffled hiss from you but he doesn’t even seem to notice. Or maybe he just doesn’t care.

“Tight too. That will help your value price a great deal. Tell me, poppet. You wouldn’t happen to be a virgin, would you?” 

You don’t much appreciate the note of humor in his voice, the sly inflection that would seem to suggest he found the prospect amusing. Delightful, even. Seething through your teeth at the uncomfortable penetration, you can’t help but squirm with the overwhelming urge to run away. “No.” You practically growl the word. “I’m not, you sick bastard.” 

Chuckling softly, he takes a moment to fuck into you with his finger, soon adding a second to stretch you out, but it does little in the way of good. There was too much tension thrumming through your body; too many aches and pains, and fast pumping adrenaline, and not nearly enough pleasure to be found on his cool digits to draw any amount of wetness out of you. But you keep your legs spread because you know that’s what is expected of you. You don’t protest when he eventually withdraws his fingers and reaches up to flick your shirt back open where you’d tried to pull it closed over your chest to stave off some of the cold. And you just lay there, unmoving save the harsh rise and fall of your labored breaths, when he reaches down to spread open his cloak before working to free himself from his pants. 

You don’t look. You can’t look, your heart painfully wrenching as he shuffles close to line his cock up. The blunt pressure of the head sinking into your slit steals the air from your lungs and you freeze, holding yourself so still it makes the joints scream in protest when he slowly starts to sink into you. Inch by excruciating inch, he bullies his way into your cunt and you choke on a pitiful little sound when your body is forced to grant him entry. It hurts. The smooth, silky texture of his length does nothing at all to ease the discomfort when you were trembling so stiffly and your guts were tight with fear. Pantalone just grunts over top of you though, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your hips tight enough to make bruises bloom under the pressure. 

And finally, an eternity later, he settles against you at long last. 

A wounded groan spills from your mouth as you sensitively twitch on his cock. He was so hot, so blindingly warm inside you, it felt like he was branding you from the inside out. Leaving his mark where no one else would ever be able to see it. You’d never be able to forget the claim he’d made on your body though, with or without his stamp seared into your flesh, and you wheeze, trying very hard not to hyperventilate. Somehow spewing your guts up all over him didn’t seem like it would do you any favors. 

“Oh, that is a tight fit, isn’t it?” He murmurs, allowing himself a moment to just bask in the squeeze of your body. The weak palpitations trying to push him out which only succeed in milking at him. A pleasurable tremor works through his frame, and he reaches up to adjust the position of the glasses on his nose where they’d started to slide forward. “You certainly know how to make a good case for yourself, pet. I admit, I’m suddenly feeling less inclined to sell you for a profit and more partial towards keeping you for my own personal use.” 

Stiffening on the table, you shoot him a quick, wild look before you can stop it, but he just laughs, very softly. 

“Don’t look so surprised. You aren’t nearly as clever as you think.” Loosing a breathy, almost dreamy sigh, Pantalone starts to slowly pull out and you jolt so hard at the gripping drag against your innards that you slam your head back into the wood with a resounding thud. “I had my suspicions when you stopped struggling but you didn’t even have the decency to beg me to stop. Although I do appreciate the cooperation on your part, I still wasn’t entirely convinced you would be worth the trouble. Housing, feeding, upkeep … there are so many different things to consider when one is thinking of taking on the responsibility of a new pet.” 

He pauses, the head of his cock just wedged inside your cunt now. Tipping his face down, he regards the sight of you spread out for him, on your back with your legs curled open around his waist and his rigid length poised to spear back into you. It makes him hum a quiet groan, his usually placid smile growing a little sharper. Hungrier. He looks at you like a finely dressed conqueror about to lay ruin to a yet untouched and fertile land. His for the taking. 

Slowly, he starts to sink in again. “But this sweet little cunt of yours is taking me so well. Even without the proper preparations you still fit me like a glove. Like you were made just for my cock … tell me, darling, will you be a good pet for me?” 

“Y - yes …” You seethe, once more screwing your eyes shut so you won’t have to look at him. Flawless and beautiful, and horrible hunching over you. 

There was an end in sight though, if you could just reach out and grasp it. Clutch it to your chest with fervent hysteria and never let it go. He’d already damned you but you were willing to take your salvation wherever you could get it. The mere thought of other men having you like this, all strangers, faces you’ve never seen before; the old and the young, the sick and the drunk, is enough to steel your resolve. If this was to be your fate you would much rather suffer solely at Pantalone’s hands than anyone else’s. 

And he moans, ever so faintly, at your acquiescence. Starts to pump into you a bit quicker, ignoring the way your face pinches in pain and discomfort. “Will you do everything I say, poppet? Will you be a nice and obedient dog for me? Will you call me master?” 

The breathy quality of his voice makes your stomach wrench and threaten to regurgitate all of its contents, but you force yourself to stiltedly nod. “Yes, I will. Anything … m - master.” 

“Such a good, smart girl you are.” He laughs. “Then will you suck his cock for me?” 

You go ramrod stiff, a fresh surge of horror washing over you. It crashes against you like turbulent ocean waves hitting the rocks on a beach, slamming with enough force to slowly chip away at their density over time. You’d forgotten about the masked man. So caught up in your own misery his presence had completely slipped your mind for the last however many minutes, but when you stiffly turn your head, you find him already working to undo the front of his pants. Evidently he did not need to be told twice. 

And, to your lurching horror, you clearly had very little choice in the matter. 

“Wait — that’s not what you said!” You squeak, shooting Pantalone a wide eyed, wild look, but he just purses his lips at you. Coos like he would at a baby. 

“Although I might be willing to keep you for myself that doesn’t necessarily mean I won’t deign to share you from time to time, for my own amusement. Besides, it’s just your mouth. I’m much more concerned with this tight cunt of yours.” 

He groans, low and faltering as his pace starts to pick up more. The dull whap of his clothed hips meeting the fleshy give of your thighs grows louder, more insistent, his cock relentlessly carving out a space within you now. It seems to punch the air out of your lungs and you gasp, bleating helplessly there on the table.

A hand suddenly materializes under your chin and locks around your jaw to yank your head back at an awkward angle. You catch a split second glimpse of the cock bobbing in your face, chest hitching in surprise and distress, and horror at what was happening to you, but it was too late. The masked man angles his pelvis forward and roughly shoves himself into your mouth. You shriek around the intrusion, tears stinging your eyes at the cloying taste of him. Salty and musky, bitter enough to make your skin crawl, but there’s nothing you can do about it. He just keeps your neck pinned down while Pantalone fucks into you even harder, his moans becoming louder when your body subconsciously squeezes him every time you writhe.

It was like you were being stretched between two equally unrelenting forces and even trying to twist away does nothing to make it better. Your breasts just jostle violently with each thrust from the man positioned between your legs and your throat constricts painfully when the masked stranger tries to shove his length straight down your gullet. Coughing and sputtering, struggling just to breathe, you force yourself to go still again and just accept what was happening on the slim chance that would make it somehow more tolerable. 

But of course it doesn’t. The unknown Fatuus doesn’t stop trying until your face is covered in a slimy, bubbling sheen of spittle and saliva that slowly runs back into your hair. Finally, after many attempts that have left your throat bruised and raw, he at last manages to sink himself halfway into the squeezing passage and you violently jerk when you realize you can’t breathe. A tiny, muffled noise manages to escape your constricting airway, but he just groans in response and shudders as if it felt good. You quickly become lightheaded, stomach heaving as if to finally throw up but — he suddenly pulls out to leave you desperately gasping and choking in the aftermath. 

Weakly, you try to lift your head with the intention of sending Pantalone an imploring look but the other man just palms the top of your skull and manually turns you back towards his cock again. Not having a choice, you pitifully roll your eyes up to look at him instead even as you take his length back into your mouth. You can see him snarling under his mask from this angle, his lips pulled back in a sneer of concentration while he thrusts towards the back of your aching throat to drag out more sticky sheets of drool that run down your chin in messy clumps. 

It is not this degradation that finally breaks you, nor is it the fact Pantalone is using you like a mere toy for him to get off on. What eventually does it is the sticky wet click you just manage to make out over all the other lurid sounds buzzing around you, and you dully realize it’s coming from between your legs. Your cunt was slicking for him. Against your will, defying all logic and reason, your body was responding to this cruel treatment. That horrifies you perhaps more than anything else and, letting out a wailing sob, you let the tears spill out to track hot, stinging paths down your burning face. 

The masked man clicks his tongue as if disgusted to see you crying like this, and he finally lets up his hold on your jaw. Allowing your head to loll bonelessly on the table, you just lay there while he reaches down to grab a pinching handful of your swaying breast, squeezing it so hard you groan in response. 

Between your spread legs, Pantalone issues a quiet, insidious chuckle. “Poor thing. You already look so tired … not to worry though. I’m sure a nice warm bath back at the palace will have you back to sorts quickly enough.” 

You hiccup at the thought, distantly realizing how cold you were. Yes, this was certainly the best outcome you could have hoped for. Pantalone would take care of you. Feed you. Keep you warm and clean, and comfortable so long as you were obedient. A nice pet for him to play with whenever the mood struck. It wasn’t exactly the life you’d dreamed of, but at least it was something. 

It wasn’t the prosperous lands of opportunity in Liyue you’d longed for as a child when your father was still alive, but at least it was a marginally better life than the one you currently had. 

The toll it would have on your body and mind alike seemed a reasonable price to pay for your freedom from debt. After all, what other choice did you even have?

⭐

Crossposted: here

#genshin impact #pantalone #pantalone x reader #self insert bullshit

[eventuallyaugust]

bound by the rules masterlist smau

pairing/s: lesserafim huh yunjin x txt's sixth member! gp! oc x aespa yoo jimin

summary: txt's oldest member, oh hyunseol just want a peaceful life after pandemic with her members, but it seems like fate wants to shake things up.

tags... crack, fluff; angst; hurt(?); suggestive/smut (not all time); kinda slow burn (not the do i like her slow burn, but those longer than a min touches and longing gazes kind of slow burn); no beta we die like men; love at first sight; friends to lovers

warning/s... love triangle; angst; too many things going on; an ungodly amount of time skips; suggestive/smut themes; dark jokes; toxic staffs and management; scandals; dark themes & graphic content: strong language, bullying (affectionately); multiple mentions of alcohol and its consumption; many more to be added

setting... story will start in 2022

featuring... txt, lesserafim, aespa, itzy (mostly ryujin), ive (mostly annyeongz), choi yena, skz bangchan, nct jaehyun, g-idle yuqi, enhypen heeseung, some bts members, and many more that often pops up in just one of the chapters.

status... CONTINUING (surprisingly)

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profiles. bighit's baby giants, too pretty to be ais, not-so-fearless with bugs, the seven avengers

chapters (number of chapters & some titles still unidentified)

⭐ - fav chap

01 | happy birthday to you⭐

02 | new bestie unlocked

03 | birth month twinnie (half written)

04 | pretty elevator girl (kinda half written)

05 | tagged along

06 | birthday money

07 | meeting for what?! (mostly written)

08 | MEETING?? HER?? WHAT??

09 | minjeong's research

10 | lee fcking soo-man (written) ⭐

11 | give me your bets

12 | field day (pt.1)⭐

13 | the claw machine⭐

14 | party party yeah

15 | alexa, play drama by txt (written)⭐

16 | she is like dramama ramama

17 | #prayforheeseung

18 | gay panic-ese⭐

19 | txt's first 2022 vlive (written)⭐

20 | lord me when⭐

21 | be careful what you wish for (written) ⭐

22 | something bad just happened ⭐

23 | perfect friends ⭐

24 | matchz? it's a matchz! ⭐

bonus... matchmaker episodes

25 | 0 7 . 3 0

26 | seol & umji?? seolji?

27 | haters gonna hate

28 | wee-woo 🚨🚨

29 | a house of cards (written)

30 | us against the world

31 | through the cracks

32 | without the foundation

extra/s:

bbtr plot timeline

2022

2023

2024

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taglist: @curly-fr13s , @neuftaeng , @myothegreat , @yoontoonwhs , @nasyu-kookies , @awkwardtoafault , @osakis-gf , @dream-chasers-things , @woonie57 , @juhyunsthirdwife , @sewiouslyz , @yerevies , @kimsgayness , @jeindall777 , @notodayeli , @mah4u

°°°°

misc hyunseol - kprofile | articles | spotify playlist | youtube compilations | fem idols crushing on her | matchz playlist | oddz playlist

a/n: seol can be interpreted as the reader or whole other person. it was supposed to be y/n, not seol but i find it hard to imagine if i pair yunjin and karina to someone i can't imagine, so that's where seol is born.

disclaimer all images and pictures used in this story are not all mine. they belong to their rightful owners and i therefore give credits to their edits. since this is a smau, all of the happenings and events within are made up and the product of my imagination. any similarity to real-life occurrences or individuals, whether alive or deceased, is entirely coincidental. SEPARATE FICTION FROM REALITY.

@ eventuallyaugust 2024 | navi

#kpop ggs #txt sixth member #txt 6th member #txt added member #txt hyunseol #yoo jimin x oc #karina x oc #huh yunjin x oc #yunjin x oc #lesserafim x oc #txt oc #txt oc: oh hyunseol #yunjin x reader #karina x reader #lesserafim smau #aespa smau #huh yunjin smau #yoo jimin smau #yoo jimin x reader #karina smau #yunjin smau #bound by the rules #bound by the rules smau #huh yunjin x reader #eventuallyaugust's library #sseraespa smau #lesserafim x reader #le sserafim x reader #aespa x oc #aespa x reader

[cultofgalaxy]

⭐Starsprite Companions⭐

Starsprites are a celestial species found, albeit rarely, in outer space. Back in ancient times, when Galaxy ruled the universe, starsprites existed in their billions. Now, with Galaxy gone, they have severely dwindled in number, having been left to fend for themselves against Blackhole and his voidwraiths. Many have died over the years (and they cannot reproduce), although a few remain. Many of those that have not died have been turned by Blackhole, becoming his ungodly spawns after being consumed by him.

Starsprites in general are tiny, bright, living star creatures that roam the void of space. It’s very rare that they ever visit planets. They have unique abilities, such as shooting solar flares, and giving off light and warmth. They might often come across as a friendly species, but they can also appear hostile when they feel threatened by another species or individual.

In the present day, starsprites are an extremely uncommon sight, particularly in the night’s sky. its a common misconception that starsprites have the power to grant wishes. They’re arguably one of the unluckiest species around, for their decimation at the tentacles and maw of Blackhole, and their helpnessness without Galaxy. When Kinoko enters space, the starsprites must rely on him to restore their fallen mother Galaxy, and they will do anything they can to aid him in his quest.

⭐What role will they play in the game?⭐

As Kinoko explores the game’s various planets, he’ll occasionally come across the remains of crashed meteorites. These mysterious space rocks contain trapped starsprites. Whenever Kinoko releases one, they’ll join him on his travels, helping him out on his mission by protecting him from harm, and sometimes even providing powerful enchantments to power-up his abilities.

Starsprites in a variety of colours

Starsprites come in a number of different colours, signifying how powerful they are and exactly what they have to offer. All starsprites function as a single-use shield, but the rarer varieties offer even more useful effects. When you release a starsprite from its meteorite, there’s no way to know which kind you’re going to get, so there’s an element of surprise involved here. Behind the scenes, we generate a random number, the result of which determines which starsprite you end up with. You can be accompanied by up to three starsprites at any one time.

Example of how starsprites would function

In some ways, starsprites are similar to the Aku Aku masks you can find scattered about the world in the Crash Bandicoot series of games. Like the Aku Aku masks, which are found in crates, starsprites are found upon the smouldering debris of crashed meteorites. Like the Aku Aku masks, which protect Crash from harm, the starsprites have vowed to protect Kinoko however they can, and will shield the kuparkuke from a single hit of damage before flying away to recuperate.

Starsprite idle animation

The primary function of a starsprite – and it’s the same regardless of the starsprite’s colour – is its shielding effect.

Whenever Kinoko’s hit by an enemy or projectile, one of two things can happen. If he has one or more starsprites with him, one of them will shield him from harm before flying away. There’s no way to determine or influence which one will do this. You might lose one of the common yellow ones, or you might lose one of the rare ones, as well as whichever magical passive effect it was granting. On the other hand, if Kinoko has no starsprites available to shield him, he’ll take the damage himself and die. (He’s fragile like that.)

that wraps up this introduction to starsprites. Honestly, everything I’ve described in this blog post is subject to change, so don’t be surprised if things turn out differently. As it is, though, I think we’ve got a decent system here, and everything I’ve outlined here today is already developed and working.

I hope y'all continue to support this project as we're working really hard to make it the best as we can make it. 💖💖💖

#kinoko the kuparkuke #character design #video games #comics #space #indie games #indie dev #indie artist #indie project #aliens #sci fi #science fiction #cartoon #2d animation #indiegamedev #cuteness #galaxy #stars #planet #outer space #2d platformer #platform games #development #first draft

[glambots]

possessive eclispe hcs pretty please? 🥺

🎈Glitchclipse + Possessive HCs:🎈

⭐Markings. You can never escape an encounter with him without some little scratch or bruise--or even the occasional bite mark, if he's feeling particularly spicy. The boy just plays rough! And he does it to remind the "others" (ie: Sun and Moon) that no matter how much they gripe or whine, he's not going anywhere.

⭐Sun likes to idle. Moon likes to hover. Eclipse likes to loom. Doesn't matter who you're talking to or for how long, Eclipse will spend the whole time just standing behind you. Looming. Smiling. Staring dead-eyed into the soul of your conversational companion. No words spoken. No words needed. (Leave. This One's Mine.)

⭐He follows you around like a lost puppy. You walk into another room and he'll just stand there at the door waiting for you to come back out. If you take too long he'll start to knock. If you don't reply, he'll start to jiggle the door handle. His reaction to being locked out is just:

#ask #fnaf #security breach #fnaf security breach #glitchclipse #sunnydrop (mentioned) #moondrop (mentioned) #headcanons #sfw #silly #fluff #light angst #angst (implied) #he's like a semi-feral cat with Big Time abandonment issues #anonymous

[krewssleuth]

# — wait, don't go! give my brother back!

i'm back ladiess, with a genshin au!! lets goo. it's pretty minor since i have no patience n just wanted to post. next one would be game-wise so look out! (also the headers are based on their regions) who: all what: genshin! au type: hc? idk mayn

Lore-wise Ranking —

Strength: Draco, Gold, Lunar, Funneh, Rainbow

Agility (Attack Speed + Sprint): Rainbow, Funneh, Draco, Gold, Lunar

Intelligence (Street smart + Academic): Lunar, Draco, Funneh, Gold, Rainbow

Rainbow

"Oh my god! Are you okay? Let me help you up, you sure you're alright?" 

A pickpocket born from impoverished soil. She is forever grateful for whatever she has, had, and will have. The woman roams Teyvat's seven Regions. She despises the wealthy businessmen and women, cursing them for not sharing with the less fortunate. Quick at her feet, Rainbow was never caught as she uses her skills to take from the wealthy and give to the unfortunate. She will forgive but never forget. Especially not what they did to her hometown.

Quality |  ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Weapon |  Sword Element |  Pyro Body Type |  Tall Female

Voice-Overs/ Story & Combat

Chat: Memories |  Look, it's my favourite shop to get perfume! Ah. The perfume recipe for this old timer never changes... Still reminds me of Mum.

About Us: Fairytales |  ...The end. Let me tuck you in now, it's getting late. Another story? Hmm... Ugh, you're lucky we have some spare time. Okay, just one more! Then you have to take your nap, got it? Alright, here goes.

When the Sun Is Out |  Ugh, the sun makes the area too bright! Someone'll surely notice me. How frustrating.

Feelings About Ascension: Conclusion (Ascension Phase 6) |  Holy, that's a lot of money. You really shouldn't have! *sighs* Thank you. Really.

Fallen |  Thank you... for everything.

Gold

"You must be the Traveler I've been hearing of! Say, you are always referred to as 'Traveler'. What's your name—your real name?"

A runway fashion designer, she holds the title of the sweetest and kindest fashion designer out there. She came home to Sumeru and brought the idea of modern designs and her idea of slow fashion. Many youngsters admire her environmental sustainability and understanding of their style choices, unlike their elders who claim it "useless" to care for the environment through clothing. Nevertheless, she will continue to push her agenda to the public and open their eyes to the truth of fast fashion.

Quality |  ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Weapon |  Bow Element |  Geo Body Type |  Medium Female

Voice-Overs/ Story & Combat

Chat: Bothering Your Mind |  Alright, I recognise those eyes. What's the matter? Do you want to talk about it? ...Stubborn as always. Come find me if you need me, I'm always free for a talk.

Character Idles |  Let's get a move on! We could be shopping or getting a bite.

Receiving a Gift: III |  Oh my god, ergh! Oh. You, made this? ...Um, it is alright, I suppose. Excuse me. *coughs* I'm gonna puke.

Heavy Hit Taken |  Ow, my arm! What the heck was that for?

Joining Party |  Oh! I just baked some pizza, want to try some? Nice and crispy, just how you like it.

Funneh

"What the heck, dude? HEY! You damn-! Stop that thief!"

The bubbly ninja of the Shuumatsuban, she is loyal and grateful to them. She was previously known as Yawane, named by staff in the Shuumatsuban. She renamed herself, finding individuality in creating her own sense of self-identity with a brand new name. She lives to prove herself worth, always being put down for her loud and fun personality which is unlike a quiet, stealthy ninja. While Sayu was the epitome of sleep, Funneh was the embodiment of wake. 

Quality |  ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Weapon |  Claymore Element |  Hydro Body Type |  Medium Female

Voice-Overs/ Story & Combat

Chat: Work |  The pay's good, what more can I say? ...Um, the staff are nice? Well, at least half of 'em are.

More About Funneh: I |  To be honest, I prefer taijutsu much more than ninjutsu. Thus, many thought I couldn't do ninjutsu. It is wayyy less complicated, which is why it's my primary fighting style! Don't underestimate how easy it seems, though. I spent hours of training to have enough stamina and energy to use it daily!

Elemental Skill |  Get back here~!

Deploying Wind Glider |  Woohoo! I could get used to this. (Not recorded in Profile)

Low HP |  Someone's getting fired up... And that ain't you, trust me.

Lunar

A self-taught witch, she used to travel to Sumeru to eavesdrop on lectures given at the Akademiya. Due to her colourblindness, she almost thought she was given a Hydro vision and she would rather die due to how badly she wanted an Electro one. Lunar was so ever grateful to see that logo of the one and only Electro element, thanking the gods for getting the element.

Quality |  ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Weapon |  Catalyst Element |  Electro Model Type |  Tall Female

Voice-Overs/ Story & Combat

Something to Share: Games |  I don't play games often but I really do enjoy them! Just need someone to play with me, that's all. I can't blame them though, a twenty-year-old scholar wanting to play hide-and-seek? Who am I kidding?

Lunar's Hobbies |  I do quite like drawing and doodling. Though, is it really a hobby if that is what I do all the time, besides work of course.

When It Rains |  Ahh, to just be able to lay back and draw while listening to some jazz. I envy those with flexible timing in their job. Why did I even choose such an unforgiving jobscope?

Opening Treasure Chest |  A new potion, maybe?

Sprint Start |  I'm not a fast runner, okay!

Draco

"In all my years, I have never found someone else who enjoys roaming Windwail Highland, in the night."

The man himself, the supposed Head of the Sakai clan. He fled from Inazuma ever since his father's death, refusing to face the consequences of seeing any of his indirect family. Draco wiped his old name and last name, heading to Mondtstadt to find peace. He even switched his weapon from sword to polearm. His body, mind and soul may be tenacious, but his heart still roams that forsaken mansion.

Quality |  ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Weapon |  Polearm Element |  Dendro Model Type |  Tall Male

Voice-Overs/ Story & Combat

Chat: Invitation |  Hey! You're the one who was out in Windwail that night. Would you mind joining me tonight? We could head somewhere else if you wish.

Chat: Hair |  My blonde hair? I know, hideous, right? Don't tell anyone, but my natural hair colour is black. What is it? You're making it seem obvious that everyone knew that. Am I that bad at hiding-? *coughs* Whatever... I should change it back? Well, since it is coming from you, I will certainly keep it in mind.

Ally at Low HP |  Watch it! Let me take over.

Heavy Hit Taken |  Urgh! You'll regret that.

Joining Party |  Fate has brought us together again, it seems.

#krew #krewfam #krewfic #dyaam #paintingrainbows #goldenglare #itsfunneh #lunareclipse #draconitedragon #genshin impact au

[moonastro]

Hi! I'd like to take part in your game.

I made a moodbaord for you and your future spouse and usually I just let their energy pick the pictures (I don't know if that makes sense😭

Vintage vibes (he may like vintage style), cameras, late night drives, hand holding, random adventures around the city you'll live in, dancing around the house, cozy vibes and also old films.

My initials are C.A and my big 3 are Sagittarius sun, Libra moon and capricorn rising.

Idl like a mood board on my future spouse.

hii, love the vibes of the moodboard frrr🌸⭐thank youuu. the description just made me all tingly and warm😊🌺

moodboard on your fs-

logical, into mind/psychology, loves to think and use their ideas and make it into reality, quite innocent, in their own world, doesn't follow trends/ the public, may not be on social media, soft touch, can become annoyed quite quick.

#free readings #ask game #free reading #intuitive readings #ask #moodboard

[bastetwastaken]

Thanks for replying back to my message~ I do prefer private massages a bit more to start though I'm not opposed to sharing with people and collaborating things ⭐

Just to give perspective, I'm okay face to face in person with people but online I get a bit (sometimes a lotta bit) nervous, partly cause the delay time between messages can give my head time to tear apart words and color things in shades of worries.

The other issue, I have exactly 0 Puzzleshipping friends and I've not been an active part of a group for a fandom by myself ether which adds pressure, especially with those who's work I admire and really wish I could connect with. Sometimes I feel like I'm outside of group dynamics and get really self conscious but I don't want to cause someone to feel like they -have- to do something.

I used to just hang around a close friend and follow them though whatever they were into but that was years ago and I also went through some life changes. Now I'd like to be part of a community that aligns with my interests and not just stuck in my corner hoping for "some day". I came back to my very first ship here and have been delighted to see how it's evolved~ ❤️💜✨ but I also have still been in that corner, despite trying to comment. It might just me me tho, I've always been by myself in fandoms : /

It's a different kind of feeling to be inside of and participate rather than be impersonally idling and spectating as I have before. You can get sad and disheartened when you repeatedly try and feel like you can't reach ppl and yet see how easily others seem to do it. It can feel like there's something wrong with you even though you know ppl are different and things take time, but that want grows hungry when care catches and latches and can eat you instead.

I just wanted someone to understand the page that I'm on, to know why I might be awkward or missing somethings and need a gentle hand til I grow in those flight feathers, NEEDS EXP PLZ HELP LVL UP 🐦 I want to contribute worthwhile things to whether it's conversing or finally popping out art so I'll keep working attit and I appreciate you being here 🤍🌿

I hope I can give encouragement to you too~ we all need a little kindness and connection, you can come to me too if you need things🌿 You mentioned experiencing a bout of loneliness, I wouldn't mind listening, I like knowing what's going on and we have our rain and shine 🤍🤍 I'm gonna quietly hit up your inbox unless you want to communicate another way = )

I know people use discord, I've seen it but I've never been invited to use it soooo, idk entirely what to do there, you'd have to baby me on that (and I won't always be this long =P)

But thanks again for taking time with me 🌌

We can talk privately friend, that's not an issue ^.^ Feel free to slide into my dms any time!

I understand how you feel, online can be harder than irl because you don't have visual confirmation that the person is free to talk right that second, tone can be lost through just text and timezones, man, timezones. I'm in the UK, so I'm currently on GMT and at the time of responding it's 10:35am. I get you, I have friends in America who are five hours behind me, friends in Europe an hour ahead and a friend in Australia who's just plain living in the future. So finding time to talk can be hard, but we make it work ^^

I think the most important thing is to just keep those time differences in mind, and once you get to know someone better you'll likely realise patterns in when they're around, when they respond faster and when they might be sleeping. It's all a learning experience ^^

I can introduce you to a puzzleshipping server on discord full of lovely people if you like. It's a big server, I won't lie sometimes I get overwhelmed by how big it is, but you can sit quietly in there and just see what people are saying or you can be more active, there's no obligation either way. I know that sometimes we all just need someone to take us to those places where likeminded people are, and just hold our hand a little. We'll sort it in dms <3

My friend, I understand exactly how you feel and you're very much not alone. You're doing something amazing talking about how you feel because that shit is hard. So fucking hard, but look at you, doing it anyway. I've tried to interact with other people, sometimes those interactions just don't go the way I'd like. I've been ignored, talked over and made to feel like I don't belong and believe me when I say that we're not the only ones. It's easy to let those interactions prevent you from trying again, but you're trying again right now and I hope that this time it'll be different for you.

In regards to your other ask- Loneliness can be felt whether you're surrounded by people or not. You could have 100 friends and still feel lonely. You could get 1000's of likes on a post and still feel lonely. Loneliness is not exclusive to any particular set of circumstances, so you're not being ungrateful, you're being honest in how you feel and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.

I'll wait for your message <3 <3

[prcmisedstar]

   It’s prankin’ time.

#⭐ promised star;; ic. #⭐ taking a break;; idle.

[entityattached]

   ...Wait what.

#[ ⭐ ] -- ic. #[ ⭐ ] -- idle.

[wispstalk]

here's some for any you'd like ⭐⭐⭐

i kind of enjoyed writing a story with trans characters where i just... did not explore it at all. i made it explicit with Tanis and Martin, they both have moments where they recognize that they have that in common, and that was all i had to say about it. I think Idle in their Thrones was plenty long without me writing gender essays but also it was just satisfying to imagine a world where transing your gender is common and unremarkable. Kinda peaceful.

And it got me thinking about how you can say something without saying anything at all -- the whole of my thoughts on transphobia are conveyed through its deliberate absence.

#asks #ty again <3 #ok i lied last time now i think i've done all the star asks thanks y'all <3

[joyfuladorable]

⭐!

Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut

Blessings upon ye, Lolly!! I shall talk about “That’s My Mom!”

So, this fic actually began as a tiny divergence! It started with Junior seeing his mom’s photos and then interrupting the conversation shortly thereafter, halting the pizza stacking challenge. I decided after a while that I wanted it to fit in canon properly and changed CJ’s interruption to after Raph beats Leo’s record. I also plan to make this fit with the Casey (Sr) lore I’m writing, so you’ll eventually be able to read her perspective of this scene with the added bonus of context for how she’s developed since the show, huhuhu!!

So, there’s a bunch of scenes/lines I wanna talk about:

- The Incident mentioned near the beginning is the same one from the last flashback where Casey teleports F!Leo and Jr away. Junior suffered both physical and mental trauma from it, which repressed most of his memories of his mom. I hope I made that clear in the fic, lol!

- “Do you know how many ‘Casey Jones’ are in the Manhattan area alone?? Too many! I counted- TWICE!” << And Casey Sr has challenged just about all of them (and won) to establish dominance #FACTS

- “What are you talking about, I calculated the perfect am- OWW!!” Donnie rubs at the arm Mikey just elbowed. << Proud of this one, hehe!! I was actually a little nervous writing this fic cuz of how easy I know it is to mischaracterize the Rise turtles, but I think I did a pretty good job! *pats self on back*

- Casey is, at this point, halfway through befriending the Hamato Clan. She already had Splinter’s vote of confidence by the end of the show. And of Course she’s Besties with Raph! (I’ll get into the hows and whens and whys in my lore fic probably). Mikey wormed his way into her heart like the little gremlin he is. And she’s on full given name basis with Leo and Don (ie calling them Leonardo and Donatello) and on Last Name basis with April (due to a wombo combo of social awkwardness, presumed rivalry, and currently misunderstood romantic feelings). It’ll get better! …Eventually!!

- Okay, whatever he thought before was a big fat fucking Lie. He Can’t Actually Handle This. << Contradictory Transitions are Hilarious so of course I had to put one in

- It makes sense now, why the older members of the Resistance spoke of the past with such fondness. There’s hope in abundance here, in the idle chatter and the eyes lacking decades of trauma. He’s glad to have helped save this. << Casey only just beginning to understand the dissonance and gravity of being the sole survivor of a doomed timeline

- a scent of ozone fills the air and lightning forms and crackles around a glowing pink portal lined with the petals of the Hamato clan symbol. << Casey was already experienced with portal magic, so once she eventually (I’ll get into it in the lore fic) unlocked her Ninpo, I don’t see why she Wouldn’t utilize it to power the abilities she learned in the Foot

- “The Kraang, yes, I know.” << Girl knows the bylaws of the Foot Clan by Heart. Why Wouldn’t she know about the Kraang? Woulda been majorly helpful during the movie me thinks *looks directly at the camera*

- “All your talk about Family this, Togetherness that,” Casey spits. Then, the anger just- vanishes , and Junior watches his mother curl in on herself, arms crossed and head dipping below her shoulders. He’s too far to hear what she says next, but the Hamatos near her certainly do, sharing wide-eyed sorrowful looks. << lore fic will eventually reveal what she said, but ah y’know *points at Casey* we got a former cult member feeling unsteady on her feet and insecure about her place with this close knit family! *strokes chin* Similar to Junior’s own insecurities, hmm?

- He’s 7 and his mom gives him a Choice << Exact same age as Casey when she started training for the Foot. Casey maybe felt she didn’t Have a Choice, so she sure as hell made sure her son got one

- “Tell me something I would only ever entrust to my child.” << Again, Lore Fic will reveal All

- She hugs him, gathers him into her arms and presses him against her. And despite having been given comfortable clothes and modern amenities and food and the peace of mind that the Kraang will not ruin this timeline, Casey finally Finally feels safe. << 🥹🥹 made myself cry writing this one. Oh, to be a displaced teen finding comfort in the arms of the past self of your deceased mother…

- “And…” The hug slackens only a smidge as Casey’s tone turns soft and hopeful. “Will you bake brownies with me?” << *crying again* Remember that soft heartbroken tone Casey used when Draxum called her an Assistant? Imagine that but Positive

As my first published TMNT fic, I’m proud of this one!! Thanks so much to everyone who’s read it, especially the commenters you are the lifeblood of fic authors Everywhere

#sea answers #sea rambles #I care so much about the Caseys y’all #no eta on the Lore Fic but it Is being Worked On #thanks again Lolly!!!! #if anyone has anymore questions about my writing absolutely feel free to ask!!

[tartagalicious-writes]

Summary: Modern Christmas Meet-Up AU

Characters: Candace

Writing: Fic (GN READER)

Content Warning: N/A

You wake up with a yawn and rub your eyes to try and wake up. Then you take a minute to lay there before hopping out of bed and going through your morning routine. Once finished you renter your bedroom and check your phone.

You see a message from a person under the contact name "My Star ⭐💞" who that was? Well of course it was your partner Candace. "Hello, Y/N. I have a small Christmas surprise for you. As you know we don't get to see eachother due to being long distance, so I have booked a flight and expect you to meet me there if you can."

A big grin was plastered on your face, you could barely keep in a squeal of excitement before falling back on your bed and happily kicking your feet. You enthusiastically respond, getting all the time and information you need from her. You couldn't wait, you finally got to see Candace again and you'd be spending Christmas together!

Immediately you are making plans to take her out to dinner and get her a few gifts. You even prepick out your outfit in which you'd pick her up in. You had a plethora of things to do now since she was coming. It was earlier in the morning, but you didn't care. Slipping on your shoes and grabbing your keys you head out the door to get everything ready.

You go to a jewelry store and buy a few bracelets, necklaces, and rings for her. Since you knew she liked jewelry. You go to another store to buy and few things to decorate your apartment with. Once you return home you clean up your place and hang up decorations and set out a few things to make the place look more festive and hopefully more accustomed to Candace's tastes.

After a long wait you wake up again, today is finally the day you get to see her! You could hardly contain your excitement as you got ready, humming and grinning the whole time you got ready. You check yourself over in the mirror and once your satisfied you throw on your shoes, grab your keys, and head out the door.

When you enter the airport you see Candace walking in, you were just on time. You both notice each other and you run over to her and give her a big hug, which she returns with a small laugh. "Hello, Y/N. It's great to see you again." You return the exchange in hellos and give her a kiss on the cheek before dragging her to your car.

You let her get her things situated in the apartment and get comfortable for a while. It wasn't that late in the day yet, but you still had that dinner planned. You both kill the time by idle talk and cuddling together, both having missed the other dearly.

When the time comes you say your partners name "Hm? What is it Y/N?" You tell her you had a small plan and asked if she'd be okay with going out, to which she agrees, so you both head out of the apartment. You knew she had a favorite restaurant and luckily enough you had it in your town too!

You pull up to the parking lot and a small gasp escapes her lips "You shouldn't have." She said with a small smile and you giggle and kiss her cheek, hopping out of the car and opening the door for her as you enter the place. You even pulled out the chair for her and she gave you a small smile in return.

You both had a fantastic time and when you got home you both exchanged gifts that you got each other, she absolutely loved the jewelry you got her and you loved the gifts she got you as well. It was an eventful day and to end it you couldn't be more happy than to fall asleep in eachothers embrace.

#[ Something tells me we're going to get along splendidly. // Mod Childe 🐋 ] #[ Alright now we're talkin'! // finished request 🐋 ] #fic #fics #candace #candace genshin impact #candace gi #genshin impact #gi #candace x reader #candace x gn reader #genshin impact character x reader #gi character x reader #genshin impact character x gn reader #gi character x gn reader #genshin impact fic #genshin impact fics #gi fic #gi fics #modern au #christmas #long distance

[2019-heart2heart]

Get To Know: Heart2Heart

BASICS

•Name: Heart2Heart (하트 하트)

• Japanese Name: Hātohāto (ハートハート)

• Stylized Names: HRT-HRT, hearttoheart, HRTXHRT, HeartxHeart

•Meaning: "To unite their hearts with the public's hearts through music"

•Greeting:"TOGETHER...HEART2HEART! 안녕하세요 하트하트 입니다!" (Hello, we are Heart2Heart!)

•Debut Date: Nov. 08, 2019

•Fandom: To:Cupid

•Fandom Meaning: The desire to stay 'to'gether with Heart2Heart

•Fandom Colors: Rose Violet and Hyacinth Violet

•Member Count: 6 Members (2 Koreans, 1 Korean-American, 1 Japanese, 1 Korean-Japanese, 1 Korean-Brazilian)

•Label: Quartz Music (Korea), Avex Trax (Japan)

MEMBERS

Kyungri (경리)

•Name: Min Kyungri (민경리)

•Birthday: Jan 26, 1995

•Hometown: Daegu, Korea

•Nationality: Korean

•Role: Leader, Main Vocal, Dancer

•Face Claim: Oh Hayoung (Apink)

•Voice Claim: Uji (Former Bestie)

•Representative Color: Influx Sky Blue

• Representative Emoji: Pink Heart 💗

•Speciality: Singing, painting, dancing, cooking

NALEE (날리)

•Name: Lee Nari (이나리)

•Birthday: Feb 26, 1995

•Hometown: Gwangdo Province, Korea

•Nationality: Korean

•Role: Main Rapper, Lead Dancer, Vocalist

•Face Claim: Han Sohee (Actress)

•Voice Claim: Yezi (Rapper)

•Representative Color: Fuchsia Blue

• Representative Emoji: Cherry 🍒

•Speciality: Rapping, piano, singing, dancing, songwriting

Gia (지아)

•Name: Imogen Gianna Harper Lim | Lim Jiah (임지아)

•Birthday: Sep 09, 1996

•Hometown: Los Angeles California

•Nationality: Korean-American

•Role: Main Dancer, Lead Vocalist, Rapper, Center

•Face Claim: Aisha (Everglow)/ Bae Yoon Young (Model)

•Voice Claim: Minnie (G-Idle)

•Representative Color: Paris Green

• Representative Emoji: Diamond 💎

•Speciality: Choreography, acting, ballet, gymnastic, tap dancing, hip hop dance, voguing, singing

Mia (미아)

•Name: Minami Aya (南あや)

•Birthday: July 17, 1997

•Hometown: Tokyo, Japan

•Nationality: Japanese

•Role: Lead Dancer, Lead Rapper, Vocalist, Visual

•Face Claim: Rui (Former H.U.B)

•Voice Claim: Yeeun (Soloist)

•Representative Color: Jack and Coke

• Representative Emoji: Apple 🍎

•Speciality: Hip Hop dance, ballroom, tap dance, makeup, singing, rapping

Hana (하나)

•Name: Kang Hana (강하나) | Matsumoto Hana (松本花)

•Birthday: July 05, 1998

•Hometown: Yokohama, Japan

•Nationality: Korean-Japanese

•Role: Lead Vocal, Dancer, Visual

•Face Claim: Yooa (Oh My Girl)

•Voice Claim: Sejong (Actress, forme Gugudan and I.O.I)

•Representative Color: Himalayan Balsan

•Representative Emoji: Sakura Flower 🌸

•Speciality: Songwriting, producing, acting, singing, tap dancing, cooking, ballroom dance, rapping

Emilia (에밀리아)

•Name: Park Yena (박예나) | Victória Emilia Yena Lima Park

•Birthday: July 27, 1999

•Hometown: Rio de Janeiro, Brasil

•Nationality: Brazilian-Korean

•Role: Main Vocal, Main Dancer, Rapper, Maknae

•Face Claim: Seungyeon (CLC)

•Voice Claim: Baek Yerim (Soloist)

•Representative Color: Capricorn Gold Key

• Representative Emoji: Golden Star ⭐

•Speciality: Vogueing, samba, bass, singing, dancing, tap dancing, soccer

DISCOGRAPHY

FIRST MINI: GOT ME FEELING (2019)

FIRST FULL ALBUM: JASMINE SEASON (2020)

FIRST REPACKAGE: PINK SEASON (2020)

SECOND MINI ALBUM: FANTASY (2022)

THIRD MINI ALBUM: REALITY (2022)

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