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wandanatsgf · 2 months

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Sugar, Sugar Part 1

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: After losing your job, you are desperate to come up with some money. Your best friend Kate signs you up for a sugar baby app where you meet Wanda and Natasha, who eventually become your sugar mommies.

Authors Note: I've been reading so many sugar mommy!wandanat x reader fics that I wanted to make one myself. I know the beginning is a bit rough, but I'm just trying to set everything up. I promise it will get better!!!! There will also be plenty of smut in the upcoming chapters, this is just a warning for that now. And I plan on making many parts to this. I hope you all enjoy it!

Part 2

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” you dramatically exclaim. You drape yourself across the old and slightly musty couch in your small two person apartment. Your work uniform rides up your body a little as you lay down, which you quickly pull down, covering yourself again. You pull your right arm over your eyes, trying to block out the light and the horrible day you just had.

Your best friend and roommate Kate laughs sympathetically at your dramatics. “I know getting fired sucks but there’s tons of ways to make money.” She moves your legs and sits down next to you, placing your legs on top of her.

“Like what?”

“Well you could mow lawns, dog sit, babysit, just until you find another job,” Kate suggests.

“I guess I could but I just don’t know if that would be able to cover my bills and let alone rent.”

“Well there is another thing you can try.” The tone in Kate's voice has you sitting up, removing your arm so you can look at her.

“You remember my friend Darcy that I told you about?”

“Yeah the super rich, successful one.”

“Well when she was in college she was a sugar baby,” Kate says before she cuts herself off to scold you. “And y/n don’t give me that look just hear me out!”

“Ok fine, keep talking.”

“Well she got a whole bunch of money from it. She was able to pay off her student loans and she had some money leftover that she invested and y’know now she’s rich and super successful and hot and amazing. But that wasn’t the point.” Kate shakes her head at herself, scolding herself for getting off topic like she always does. “Anyway maybe you should try being a sugar baby.”

“I don’t know Kate.” Sure this would be a great opportunity for you, if you find someone that is, but do you really want to use your body to get money?

“You could just look and see what’s out there. You don’t have to accept any sugar daddy or sugar mommy proposals,” Kate says and you’ve got to admit that she’s got a good point.

“Ok what the hell,” you say, agreeing.

“Let me just get the sugar baby app name from Darcy and we can do this.”

A few minutes later the app is downloaded on your phone. You feel nervous but also excited. This could be a way for you to not have to worry about money, at least for a while. Maybe it would be nice to be taken care of.

“Ok it’s downloaded, let’s set it up.” The two of you create your profile and pretty soon you’re looking at sugar mommies and sugar daddies.

“What about this one?” You ask Kate. You pass her the phone, and from the look on her face you can tell that it’s a no go.

“Definitely not,” Kate says, her nose wrinkling up in disgust.

“Why not?”

“I know you, and that’s not what you want.” You have to admit she is right, you don’t really want some 50 year old with a penchant for “parading his girls around” as he called it, but you’re desperate and he is the best looking person on there so far.

You continue to scroll through the men and women, none of them really catching your eye until you see the profile of a beautiful red haired girl and an equally beautiful auburn haired girl. You would recognize their faces anywhere, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, the owners of the country's best security company.

“There’s no way this is real,” you say. “This has to be some sort of joke or something.” You pass her your phone and watch as her eyes go comically wide.

“There’s no way the Natasha Romanoff and the Wanda Maximoff are looking for a sugar baby,” you say. You practically scoff at the idea, but there’s still that little voice in your head that wonders if maybe the profile is real.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Kate says. She still has your phone in your hands and you watch as she types, until finally she stops.

“Katie what did you do?”

“I just messaged them,” Kate says innocently. You glance down at the message and it says, “Hi my name is y/n and I’d love to get to know you both and see if I’m what you’re looking for ;),”

“Did you have to add the wink Katie? They’re gonna think I’m like a whore or something now,” you whine.

“Oh relax you big baby. It’s fine. And besides maybe a whore is what they’re looking for,” Kate says, giving you a wink.

“Kate!” You exclaim. You lightly slap her on the arm.

“Owww y/n. You’re very feisty for such a tiny person.”

“Serves you right,” you mutter underneath your breath. The two of you continue to scroll through the app when you see a notification pop up.

Natasha and Wanda had replied to your message.

“Oh my god,” you say. You can feel yourself freaking out, even when you’re going into the texting part of the app and opening the message.

“Hi darling, we’d love to get to know you more too! We’re Natasha and Wanda, we’re both sugar mommies who are looking for a sugar baby to share. We work quite a bit, but we promise that we’ll still have time for you if things work out between us. Can’t wait to hear back from you,” the message reads. You show the message to Kate who responds with excitement.

But you can feel yourself freaking out on the inside even more now. However your doubts from earlier creep in and calm you down. There’s a big chance that this is just a catfish, but you still want to take the chance. Who wouldn’t want an opportunity to be with Natasha and Wanda?

“Help me come up with a response,” you tell the girl sitting next to you. After a few minutes of back and forth, the two of you come up with what you think is the perfect response.

“Thanks for getting back to me so quickly. I’m y/n, a sugar baby who is currently in college trying to pay off my loans. I normally have plenty of time on my hands and would be able to be around whenever you need.”

You cringe at the last part of the message, which was all Kate’s idea, but clearly it worked because a few minutes later you have a text inviting you out to get some coffee tomorrow afternoon and you say yes.

“You have to come with me though, just in case it’s like a catfish or something,” you tell your best friend.

“Of course, I’ll sit in the cafe and just text me if you need me,” Kate says reassuring you.

The next day comes too quickly and before you know it you and Kate are sitting in the cafe waiting for Natasha and Wanda. You’re sitting at a table in the back, while Kate is sitting at a table across the room from you. The minutes seem to drag on forever, making you even more anxious than you already are. Everytime the bell above the door goes off, you glance up, hoping it’s one of the girls walking through. You’re just about to lose hope when you see Natasha and Wanda walk in. They look so breathtakingly beautiful.

“Hi Y/n,” Wanda says, being the first to greet you. She towers over you as she envelopes you in a hug, which you gladly reciprocate.

“Hi,” you say back. It comes out quieter than you meant it to. You can feel your cheeks heating up, but gladly both women ignore it.

“And hi I’m Natasha,” the red haired girl says. She also towers over you, but you like that about the two women. She also envelopes you into a hug. She smells like vanilla and smoke and it gives you a sense of comfort. The three of you sit down and the two women get straight to the point.

“So as you know we’re looking for a sugar baby,” Natasha says, her voice a low tone. “We just wanted to meet with you today to go over some things and see if we’d get along,” she explains.

“Ok that sounds good,” you agree.

“Have you ever been in a dynamic like this before?”

“No I haven’t,” you say, your blush coming back. You can feel your nerves getting worse as well as you fidget with a ring on your hand.

“It’s ok to be nervous baby, we won’t bite,” Wanda leans in to tell you. She places her hand on top of yours, stopping your fidgeting. She places her hand in yours, which you gladly hold.

“That’s alright, we’re pretty new to this too. But there are a couple of things we wanted to go over today. First, when do you have class?”

“Well Tuesday and Thursday mornings I have class until 11am, but besides that my days are wide open.” This answer makes Natasha smile, which in turn makes you smile.

“What is it that you need help with?” You appreciate that Natasha is getting straight to the point, it’s doing wonders at calming your nerves.

“Mostly rent and some bills. I, uh, just lost my job and it’s been hard to stay afloat.”

“Well that won’t be a problem now that we’re here,” Natasha tells you, sending you a wink. The action sends a blush across your face, turning it a shade of pink.

"I know this isn't exactly normal," Natasha says, "But we promise if today works out, which I think it will, we'll take care of you darling." Natasha's words make you smile. Normally you were never so shy around people, but the two women next to you really bring it out in you.

“Do you have any questions for us honey?” Wanda asks.

“Yes actually. What is it exactly that I would be doing?”

“You would keep us company, go to some company functions with us, and,” Natasha says, her voice dropping low as she says the next part, “have sex with us when we want it.”

“But obviously we would work up to that part,” Wanda adds cheerfully.

“Ok,” you say, taking all of that information in. You knew going into this that sex would be on the table, but it shocks you that these two beautiful women are wanting to do it with you.

“I’m sorry if this is a weird question, but aren’t the two of you together? What exactly do you need me for?”

“Yes we’re together sweetheart, but we’re not the most compatible in the bedroom.”

“What Wanda means is that we’re both pretty dominant and we need someone submissive to fulfill our needs,” Natasha says. Wanda slaps her on her arm and lightly scolds her, making you giggle.

“I can do that,” you say, letting both of them know that you want this. The thought of being submissive for both of them stirs a longing within you. You can feel a slight dampness in your panties and you cross your legs, hoping Wanda, who is still holding your hand, doesn’t notice. But of course she does.

“You already feeling a little needy, baby?” Wanda whispers, her cockiness coming out of nowhere, but god does it turn you on. Her lips ghost on the outer shell of your ear, causing your breathing to become ragged.

“Mhm,” you manage to get out.

“You’re so cute when you’re needy. I can’t wait to see just how needy I can make you,” Wanda says. She leans away from you, but not before leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, making you go pink.

“Don’t kill the poor girl Wanda,” Natasha scolds.

“I can’t help it, she’s just so cute,” Wanda says, like you aren't there, which just turns you on even more.

“Yeah she is,” Natasha agrees.

You don’t know what to say, too absorbed in your own lust, when Natasha speaks again, snapping you out of it.

“Here are our phone numbers,” she says, slipping you a piece of paper. You take the pieces of paper and program their numbers into your phone and you give them your number and they do the same.

“We’ll text you tomorrow to work out the details and set up a contract, assuming you still want to do this?” Wanda questions.

“I do,” you reassure her.

“Then we’ll talk to you tomorrow, detka,” Wanda says. The two women get up, both hugging you goodbye. You watch the two women walk out, having forgotten that Kate was also at the cafe until she comes up to you.

“Oh my god,” Kate says.

“I know,” is all you say.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to get two sugar mommies.”

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discount-supervillain · 2 months

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Hey how exactly do these requests work exactly? there's no info at all on your patreon

I guess it's been a while since it's been brought up, and I figured it was relatively intuitive, but it's probably best to clarify.

Basically, people send requests of things they want drawn to the ask box (https://discount-supervillain.tumblr.com/ask). When I can, I dip into that box, pick out requests that seem fun and manageable, and I draw them. By manageable, I mean things I think I can actually draw in a reasonable amount of time, so there's a sort of equation of fun and simplicity that means a request will get chosen, and all of those are picked at my discretion.

Sending in a request is far from a guarantee that you'll have something drawn though. Even if your request is in line my somewhat arbitrary tastes, I get a lot of them, and I've only got the time to do one a day. I also tend to pick from relatively new requests, those sent within the last week or so--I'm also commonly dissuaded from choosing requests that are being spammed. But that doesn't mean you can't send a request again if I didn't get to it. If You've sent in a request that was passed up, but you think it's something worth drawing, you can give it another try after a few weeks.

As far as how the Patreon comes into play, the polls there are choosing from requests sent into this tumblr, then picked by me. Typically, these are more complex requests, or those that are outside what I would typically choose to draw for myself, so I figured it would be fun to let people pick out the drawings I try to put more effort into.

Oh, also worth noting that if you have a question you want to ask, you should send it non-anonymously so that I can respond privately. I'm sure I miss plenty, but I do try to answer questions sent in that fashion. I prefer not to answer anonymously sent questions mostly because I prefer my blog to be a solely art-based thing, mostly for aesthetic reasons. Actually, there's a decent chance I wind up deleting this later because it's a big block of text.

#Requests #Submissions

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live-laugh-lenney · 5 months

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drunk | arthurtv

hello!

here is my long awaited arthurtv fic number two for you guys. the last one got so much love and i'm so glad it went down as well as it did - panic set in soon after i posted it because i thought it was going to flop rather dramatically so thank you for all the love and comments made; it meant so much.

currently ill with the worst blocked ear/ear infection and i've had to wait for a long while to get myself a doctors appointment so i've had plenty of time to write this current fic and dabble in a couple of other ideas i've had over the last few days.

enjoy! x

--- reader note; mentions of sick, slight hints of sex, drunk arthur, heavy public displays of affection ---

At two in the morning, YN was glad that the train station had an open Costa coffee kiosk.

One; to help with the tiredness she felt from having to stay up so late because she was prepared and ready to fall asleep and get, at least, a few hours of sleep before Arthur stumbled through the door in the drunken state she expected him to be in after being on the drink all day. And two; to help with the chill in the air because it was almost zero degrees and the wind was biting at the skin beneath her hoodie every time a train left its platform or every time there was a breeze that blew through the constantly open doors of the station. Her eyelids felt heavy and the chill in the station bit at her exposed cheeks, her nose running and she was forever sniffing, so her fingertips would have definitely gone numb without the much-needed Costa cup of coffee she was nursing in her hands.

She was one of the only a small handful of people waiting at Paddington; but then, given it was almost 1am, she expected nothing but quiet and emptiness in contrast to how it would have been a few hours prior to arriving. The train from Cardiff was one of the last trains to come into London for the night and she couldn’t imagine it would be chaos to try and find her boyfriend and his two friends amongst the hustle and bustle of those clambering off the train. There was a young man sitting on a bench in the distance, hood over his head and his headphones over his ears, as he kept a close eye on the boards above. There was a couple who must have been in their mid-fifties, or so YN presumed, who seemed to be waiting for one of their children to come home, given what was written on a small banner they’d decorated for their arrival - proud parents, she thought, because she wouldn’t have dared tell her own parents about getting a train home that was to dock at almost one in the morning. And there was a security officer walking around, making sure no one was causing any problems, wearing a thick coat that YN was extremely jealous of because she could imagine how warm he was.

She heard them before she saw them.

“YN!”

George was the first to greet her, arms open wide as he engulfed her into a hug, his green hoodie tied around the waist of his shorts because he was clearly susceptible to cold air that London had to offer that night, not a care in the world to the goosebumps rising on the surface of his skin. Although, she could vouch for him because the weather was beautifully warm when they left for Wales that morning. His hat placed backwards on his head and he could barely walk in a straight line in her direction, shoelace undone and she kept a close eye on him to make sure he didn’t trip and fall flat on his face. Everyone knew what a typical Platform Roulette filming day entailed - plenty of drink, plenty of shots, plenty of piss-taking and plenty of fun - so she expected nothing less than what was standing before her.

“Thank you so much for this,” he hums and she could smell the beer on his breath. His chin rested upon her shoulder and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t basking in the warmth he was radiating, “you’re the best.”

“I didn’t really have a choice, did I? Couldn’t leave you three stranded in the middle of London in the freezing cold, drunk out of your minds and wandering around without a clue on where you were going,” she snorted, patting him on the back as she pulled away from him, taking a long sip of her coffee to keep the feeling of heat running through her body, “you’re welcome, though. Nice knowing that you’ll get back safely. And it’s a free trip home so you’d be three fools to turn it down.”

Arthur Hill was the next to give her a hug and he clearly wasn’t as drunk as George seemed to be so she was intrigued to know just how well her boyfriend had handled his drink that day. He whispered a thank you, pressed a kiss to her cheek, and pulled away from her before following George towards the station exit where they disappeared around the corner.

“Baaabe,” Arthur smiled, slurring the term of endearment incredibly heavily and YN knew she was in for a long, long night when they arrived back at her flat. His eyelids were sunken, his cheeks were rosey-red and he had a silly smile upon his face that she only saw when he’d sunken more pints than he could handle, hair messed upon his head, hoodie tied around his shoulders in a makeshift cape hanging down his back, “I missed you today.”

He draped himself over her in the tightest hug he could muster, almost knocking the two of them to the floor in the middle of Paddington station, and she could feel eyes boring into the back of her skull as people watched the two of them - anyone would think they’d not seen each other for months on end and it was a reunion for all to see. His hugs were invigorating and she’d take his arms over anything comforting. He was her safety net and seeing him after a day of not hearing from him, it made her feel soft and ready to melt at his feet.

“Are you drunk? Or are you drunk drunk?”

“What’s the difference?” He grinned cheekily, swinging his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side, pressing the sloppiest and wettest kiss against her temple as they started their walk towards the exit, “m’just a little drunk. Only a little bit.”

The beer stain on his trousers and the strong smell of sambuca and the faint smell of beer on his breath said differently but that was a conversation for when he was sober and could almost remember everything that happened that day. Which she was in major doubts about. Because it seemed like he couldn’t remember how to walk, let alone walk in a straight line, and she guessed she would have to wait for the Platform Roulette video to be posted online before she got the full rundown of his day.

His hands kept wandering across her body as they stepped foot closer and closer to the exit of the station; his arm occasionally wrapping around her waist and his hand brushing against her bum, his fingers tickling across the expanse of her chest when he laid his arm across her shoulders, and as humorous as she found it, she didn’t fancy being groped (playfully, might she add) in the middle of the train station where there were eyes watching the two of them.

“Stop it,” she warned him in a hushed tone, “save it for home.”

“But you just look so good-” a hiccup interrupted his sentence and he swallowed back a burp before she carried on, “you look so so good in my clothes.” And it came out as a whine, like a child not getting what they wanted, one foot tripping over the other as she tried her best to keep him from falling flat on his face.

“First thing I could find in my room after you texted me to come and pick you up.”

“Well, you should wear more of my clothes. Suit you better than me,” they stepped foot outside and she felt his arm tighten around her shoulder, pulling her closer to his side to keep the two of them as far out of the cold as possible, and she really couldn’t wait to get back home. Back under the warmth of her blanket, back under the bedding she had on her bed, and back with the hot-water bottle she had resting behind her back before she left, “or you could just wear nothing at all. I love it when you’ve got nothing on, more than I love you wearing my clothes.”

“Cheeky as per usual, mister Television,” George cackled as he overhead the last little bit of their conversation, wiggling his eyebrows in his direction, “we best get home quick so Arthur can get his-”

Arthur charged for him and covered his mouth, shaking his head, “there is a lady present,” he looked in YN’s direction and she rolled her eyes, “besides, she knows what we’re gonna be doing later.”

She snorted at his comment and begrudgingly wiggled from underneath his arm, her car keys sitting heavy in the pocket of her hoodie as she fished them out, unlocking her car door to allow the three of them, who seemed to already be fighting over who got the front seat, to clamber inside.

“Are you in need of a sick bucket tonight?”

She walked into her bedroom, with a glass of water in one hand and two paracetamol tablets in the palm of her other hand, and saw Arthur tucked up in her bed. His blue t-shirt chucked on the floor in a heap of cotton and his beige trousers left at the door as a reminder to put them in the wash the following morning, his rucksack hanging on the back of her desk chair and his shoes kicked off next to the fluffy slippers she kept beside her en-suite bathroom. A tea light was lit under the wax burner she had upon the shelf above her bed, emitting the smell of cinnamon and gingerbread around her room, the flickering flame adding a sense of sensual comfort to the room, casting shadows in her room and upon his face.

“I can handle my liquor,” he stated and shook his head, snuggling a little further down upon the mattress and patting her side of the bed with his hand, “I told you I’m only a little drunk, I promise. Now come and lay down with me.”

“I just want to get everything ready before I get settled,” she insisted as she placed the glass of water and the paracetamol on the bedside table that was closest to him, ready for him to take in the morning, “and I need to make sure you’re set for any headaches or whatever.”

He watched as she flitted around her bedroom, making sure the bathroom light was off and that his shoes were placed a little neater than how they’d been left, kicking his t-shirt towards his trousers so neither of them tripped over the items when they needed a wee in the middle of the night. She threw a couple more pillows on the bed, because she hated laying flat when she slept, and he helped out by placing them where she would normally have them, which she felt incredibly grateful for. And, as she stepped closer to the bed, he reached for her hand and gave it a gentle tug - enough was enough and he felt she was spiraling in her tired state.

“You look after me so well,” he smiled softly, dropping her hand and grabbing her waist, pulling her onto the bed, the duvet slipping from his chest and exposing his nude upper half for her eyes to divulge. She situated her legs either side of his, hands on his shoulders, fingers combing through the hair at the nape of his neck and her eyes couldn’t leave his, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to his body, shuffling around into a more comfortable position, “it’s lucky we’re not doing anything tomorrow because I’m getting the feeling we won’t be sleeping much tonight.”

“That’s cheeky,” he smirked, hiding his face in her neck and pressing a litter of kisses across her collarbone, “but you’re so correct, baby.”

not sure how i feel about the ending... but here it is! in all its glory.

if you've made it this far then please let me know what you think and don't hesitate to send me any ideas you may have for future fics. my ask box is always open so don't hesitate to send anything in.

lots of love to you guys! thank you! xx

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for shutting down a trans man who was maybe just trying to be helpful?

A bit of background: I'm over 25 and I've known I was trans for about 15 years. Despite this, I've had a lot of trouble getting myself to a point where I can reliably afford hormones/surgery. As a result, I've spent that time learning to control what I can and accept what I can't for the time being. I'm not "comfortable" in my skin, but it's a very familiar and sometimes tolerable experience I can handle with some support from my other half for now.

As a downside to this, I have far less tolerance for insecure masculinity, especially from younger trans men who go through a toxic phase.

The actual story: I was trying out a new thing in a friendly, helpful, freelance kind of workspace. Think something like an artist community, not strictly "professional" but somewhat organized. I was trying to make friends to follow to get some mutual support when I posted a picture and a little bit about myself, mentioning that I was trans and was hoping to follow more trans creators.

I got a message from another trans guy (post-op, on T) who was excited to support and get to know each other when I got a follow-up message along the lines of "By the way! You'd look great with a shorter hair cut!"

I didn't really ask and I liked my longer hair so I sent something back akin to "Thanks! I usually keep it short but I'm trying out something different this time!" I checked out his page again just to make sure he wasn't just trolling people but he was supportive of others and posted regularly about himself. I didn't think much of it and went to sleep for the night.

I woke up the next day to a few more messages (that I'm paraphrasing). "It just looks fem right now is all. Did you know they make lifts for the insides of your shoes? They're really comfortable but if you can't afford them you can fold socks under your heels and it gives you another couple of inches of height!"

I tried to answer politely. "I'm not really insecure about that! There are plenty of short guys and guys with long hair!" Honestly I was pissed. I know I don't pass, it isn't my goal right now to pass and the advice felt unsolicited and condescending.

He told me AGAIN that he just wanted to help me "look more masculine, if that was the goal" and sent me a list of shoulder workouts to try with an article about dieting.

I finally told him to hop off my dick, mind his own body and worry about his own presentation because he was projecting his own insecurities on a stranger. I told him I didn't ask for his opinion, that I'm older than he thinks, that I've been out far longer and know all the tricks, I just choose not to present male for others when I can choose my own comfort first, KNOWING who I am.

He replied with a short apology, another "just trying to help" before blocking me. It doesn't bother me at all that he did, but I don't know how gentle I was expected to be when it felt Iike someone was essentially saying something was wrong with me.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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dampsleeves · 2 months

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Okey Dokey, so no more tiptoeing around the issue, with many people's helpful private opinions, I've come to the conclusion it does need to be addressed.

AI "art." From here on out, anyone I see posting it is getting blocked. I'm not arguing with anyone about this, that's not what I'm here for, but I've seen it too much as of late, and I feel I should at least say something about it, especially as an artist myself. There's never an excuse for it.

- Need a visual/reference of what your oc(s) would look like, but don't think highly of your own artistic abilities? Surprise! There are still plenty of ways to obtain one, without using AI. The amount of incredibly talented artists in this community, some of whom are in need of commissions. The incredibly talented artists who sometimes draw for free, out of hobby or perhaps need for practice. And then even if neither of those work for you, try some of the character customization mediums we've all used before, that have existed on the internet for years now. (Think Gacha, Picrew, etc. Even if it's seen as "cringe" by some people, it's better than this.) Or hey, try drawing it yourself. "Bad" art is allowed, and everyone starts somewhere. Even if you don't like how what you're drawing looks at first, you will eventually if you keep trying, I promise you. Watch speedpaints, animatics, cartoons, study the way things look through your human eyes, and apply them to your process. Learn. Grow.

- Ignorance? There is no way that you've dipped your toes in AI generated images, without knowing what needs to occur for an AI to generate said images. It does not come from thin air. These robots use real people's faces to produce images of people, real animals to produce images of animals. So, in the case of "art," that's right, they're using a real artist's artwork to produce it. In short, stealing. If you've not heard about this by now, and have still been using AI generators to generate "art," then I'd have to assume you've been doing it blindfolded.

- Just for fun - or worse - for fet? ...Let's be serious. As I've explained above, there's no reason to be using it at all, but especially here on fucking SNZBLR of all places! Like... Guys, this is a sneezing kink/fetish community. And you're really knowingly using a robot - which grotesquely melds together other people's work - to generate fetish content? Do we... not realize how gross that is?

I'm not coming after anyone specifically, because I've seen more than just one person doing this, but if the shoe fits, wear it. And that's all I'm saying about this. I'm really tired of seeing it, so if those of you doing it won't change, I will. Though considering the blatant disregard some of you have for human artists, one blocking you shouldn't bother you too much, right? ♥

Anyways, sorry if I freaked anyone out with my cryptic ass posts from before, I was hesitant to say anything, because I didn't wanna start shit, but sometimes it's just not worth it to bite your tongue. If the snzblr art community can (rightfully) come down on tracers, then we should be doing the same with AI "art."

#snzblr #snz #snz kink #sneezeblr #sneeze kink #snzfucker #snz thoughts #snz fet #not snz #spiidervent #rant ahead

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silvershiningtarot · 9 months

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⛓️Pac 18+ Channeled Messages Of Your Life-Partner 🌹💋😝

Pile1:

🦋“Hey, Darling, How are you? I've been thinking about you for the past few weeks. Have you been thinking about me? I've missed you, baby, there are so many things I wanna do to you right now. But I can't I wouldn't wanna rush you. Or can I? Haha 😂, I know I am such a dork when it comes to you. Maybe, one day we’ll laugh about this. May I ask for your name? Every time I dream about you, I wake up almost getting close to asking for your name. But I never seem to get it before I wake up in the morning. I dreamed about our wedding day yesterday. You wanna know about it. It was about you walking down the aisle with your white long butterfly 🦋 dress. oh hell, you looked so beautiful. I never thought I'd seen so much beauty. I fell in love with you in that dream on our wedding day. But it was bullshit that was happening but we didn't pay any mind. All we had was each other. But my wack ass friend woke me up in that dream yesterday. Corny-ass. Anyways, baby, I see that you've been working on yourself. I am so proud of you. Do you remember our kiss? I remember we shared our little vows on our wedding day before my friend woke me up. I remember my vow to you. Wanna hear them? Okay, it goes like this. The moment I lay my eyes on you, I fell in love with you. I dreamt about having this special day with you. I know we had interruptions and had to through plenty of healing before we met. But I realize that you were my lucky star that shoots across the sky every time I looked up in the sky for you. Whenever I see a shooting star I think about you. That's so crazy. That was my vow to you. I couldn't remember the rest but that was it. The point is my love ❤️ don't give up on us. I know I haven't seen you in days. But I'm dreaming about you constantly. You are my wish fulfillment. I'm sending you my love, and healing energy to you.”

Pile 2

“🌹My little chocolate drop, how are you doing? Ugh, what are you ignoring me now? I know what you've been doing to yourself. You think I don't know. Shh 😯 I'll keep that thought between us. I know I'm an egotistical asshole but at least you know what you getting from me. So tell me something. What's blocking you from seeing me? Is it because I'm fucking around with another woman. Are you jealous? I can sense that you're jealous. Nah, I sense more than that. It is something else. Are you horny for me? I know I'm a handsome man, duh! I look at myself every day. But what's your excuse though? I've been waiting for you. Look just because I'm sleeping around doesn't mean I should be ignored. That's right I said it I SHOULDN'T BE IGNORED! So don't ignore it. I think that's rude unless you have a good explanation. You know I'm right. Anyways, I miss you. Yes, I am jealous too. That you ignore me so I get all in my head thinking that you only blocking me because you are thinking about someone else. Am I right? No! don't worry though I'll figure it out. Trust me, I know that I will. Look, baby, I may be an asshole but this douche over here can give you all the best way that any other man that you thinking about can give you. I know that for sure. Trust me I would know. But the point is can you at least talk to me? Before you make a harsh decision about me. I get all freaked out because of you. Yeah, I said it you make me soft. Mostly I'm a tough lover but you put this spell on my heart that makes me weak in a good way. But when you ditch me like that. That said pisses me off. I don't like that. Whatever I did I'm sorry. Please, talk to me again. Unblock on anywhere that case that is. Even if it is on social media. Please. Anyways, pay close attention to your dreams I'm coming in.”

Pile 3:

✨Ahh, there's my good luck charm 🧿🍀. I've been missing your voice, eyes, and especially, your body. Sorry, I know you hated it when guys talk about your body. But that's not the only thing that matters to me. What matters to me? Is that do you know how special you are? I mean I get a sense that you've been working on yourself quickly sometimes. Don’t swallow or focus on other people's demons that aren't your demons. Don't be afraid of demons either. They aren't here to hurt you. Trust me I won't let that happen of course. Whenever I dream about you it is hard for me to recognize your face. I'm sorry does that bother you? Because it does bother me. I wish that sometimes everything would come clear to me. Have you felt crazy sometimes? Like you tell someone about a dream you had with an amazing person but they give you such a confused look. God, I dislike that confused look. Sometimes my family gives those looks like I don't know what I'm talking about. My brother thinks I'm crazy because I'm dreaming about a woman I haven't even met yet. Or that will never come true. You don't think so right? That'll never come true😝. You're my good luck charm. Seriously, you are🤤. The second I close my eyes and I think about you good things happen for me. Just not meeting you yet. I have a little secret I wanna tell you. I go to a psychic and talk about you. She told me that you are close to more than I think you are. So if you are around the corner. Say wassup to me. Nah, I'm just kidding. I hope that we do meet. Muah 💋your one of my favorite person talk to because you don't think I'm crazy.”

Pile 4:

“😓My beloved, I'm not feeling too well. I'm sorry 💔 I've just been feeling drained and I got a bad headache. No, I'm not alright. I wish you were here to comfort me right now. I think that sometimes I get into my head a lot. I've got into a bad argument with a friend/family member of mine. It wasn't pretty I'm telling you it wasn't. Right now I don't want to talk about that. Tell me how was your week? Did you have a good time? I hope you did. Because if you didn't ugh. We can be each other's ear. I feel so lonely and so misunderstood. I don't know why but I feel so lost babe. Not just life but within myself. I get caught up in the lifestyle of life that I lose myself each and every time. I get so sad. I don't know what to do. That's why I felt so drained babe. Because this person hurt my feeling. I felt like nobody didn't have my back. So I felt like my back was in a corner. I'm sorry if I'm being a downer. Can I tell you something? When I was daydreaming about you I was able to see your face kinda. Until the drama happens. I can never give up on you like. For some reason, you are going to be someone important in my life. I can't wait for it to happen. So we can isolate ourselves away from everyone. I don't want to take you away from your family or friends but I just to let you know I'm a clingy person. Very Clingy. I wouldn't know how to let a person go. Sometimes. My ex thought I was a crazy type and I needed help but I don't care as long you like it then it's alright with me. Don't worry I'll get it under control I promise. See! I'm smiling right now. I felt so good talking to you. You are something special. I can't wait for you and I can't wait for you to meet. We are each other's destiny. It's coming I can feel it. I know you can too. Anyways, my beloved I love you too much, and good luck to you and I'm sending all my positive energy to you. Muah 💋💋💋✨🍀👐🏾”

#pac reading #tarot reading #free tarot reading #fs pick a pile #tarot cards #pick a pile #divination readings #intuitive readings #love reading #pac reblog #tarotblr #daily tarot #welcome post #18+ content #18+ post #adult only

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pathfinderyderss · 1 year

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Heads up! The user barbex is a proshipper (supports romanticizing abuse in fiction).

Hi! So, I apologize for my delay in responding to your message - I have had a lot of thoughts and wanted to make sure l was expressing them in the best way possible.

I want to be honest, when I first read your message, I didn’t know what pro-shipping was, but I do know @barbex --I've been following her for the better part of a decade and she is an excellent author and l enjoy her views on the Dragon Age lore (and her views on Anders). I've also done more than a few of the prompt months that she's put together.

With all of that said, I wanted to better understand your viewpoint and see what it is that is defined as part of your block list. So, I hopped on your blog! I found your blocklist and the items you've listed as egregious enough to report users and as a former Literature Major, it saddened me to see such Puritanical and Orwellian views being broadcast with such vitriol.

The first thing I want to address is that in my fifteen plus years in fandom I have always subscribed to the “Don’t Like, Don’t Read" mentality. I am unafraid to block people on this website for a single take I don't agree with, and with that I am a FIRM supporter of accurate community labels as there are many things that I myself do not enjoy or want to read - so my blocked tags are plentiful and the blogs I block are many and that curated experience is why I do not get involved in any sort of fandom drama.

I implore you to do the same. Fandom can be such a wonderful, constructive experience when you surround yourself with like-minded individuals. A dear friend of mine reminded me of the phrase, ”No Good Fandom, Only Good Friends” and nothing could be more accurate. Your tiny corner of the Fandom is an amazing way to flourish socially and mentally; however when your energy instead is spent on searching for others with ideological differences the experience instead becomes a witch hunt full of dog piling and negativity.

Now, on your blog, I noticed that you bemoan that you are unable to have a conversation about Fandom/Purity Culture/Fanfiction and I feel like this is an important topic to discuss so l am going to indulge in this against my better judgement, and at the end if you don't like what I've said, l implore you to block me as well.

My primary issue with your block list is that it derives from anti-intellectualism and a puritanical view of fandom. Which, if that is how you want to experience fandom, that's fine, but publicizing it is beyond ridiculous and leads back to my earlier point about witch hunts and dog piling.

Based on your list, your primary concerns in your block list stem from the following topics: rape, incest, pedophilia- including predatory age gaps and abuse. And I wonder; do you devalue fiction in the same way?

The first thing on your list that caught my attention was your adamant disapproval of the Thanatos/Zagreus ship in Hades. Is this just a general distaste for all Greek/Roman mythology as all of it could meet your block list above? Does Disney's Hercules get a pass due to the inaccuracies in the retelling — does the Hera/Zeus relationship get a pass because it isn't explicitly mentioned? And does it matter that it is a more inaccurate retelling of the myth?

In that same vein; are stories like Jane Eyre (which contains both a predatory age gap and a horrific example of a mentally ill character) or Wuthering Heights (which contains incest and abuse) not worth telling to a modern audience because they show these things? Are we forgoing media literacy and critical thinking now because these things glorify the worst parts of humanity?

And regardless of if it is a piece of classic literature or a piece of modern fanfiction making the decision for others that they cannot read these things due to them being "bad” or "wrong" or "shameful" is no different than banning books. And you devalue the readership of these pieces of literature by saying that they are unable to critically think for themselves and find the value of an individual piece of fiction.

I emphasize again, YOU as an individual do not have to view or interact with this material if it makes you uncomfortable, but I beg you not to police others in an Orwellian fashion over the media they choose to produce or view. Use the block button and blacklist tags you don't like or make you uncomfortable - that is what they are there for. Instead, talk to people who share your views but do not turn this into a witch hunt or an NC-17 purge that we've seen so damaging to our communities in the past.

All of this is to say; find joy Fandom — whatever that may mean for you and let others do the same.

I hope this was informative.

- Ryder

#chats with ryder #long post #fandom culture

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thebibliosphere · 1 year

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quick question, if I may: what model of noise-canceling headphones do you have, and would you recommend them to others for sensory issues? I've been meaning to get a pair of them myself for a while now but I keep getting overwhelmed by the process of finding and deciding on a specific pair

(apologies if you've answered this before; while I did search your blog before sending this in and it only returned the post from today, I'm also under no illusions about how functional of a website this is)

I got a pair of over-the-ear Bose QuietComfort 45 wireless headphones on sale last year. They were the same ones my neuro-ophthalmologist recommended and uses in his office.

They are very spendy (at least for me), and I was glad I got them on sale.

That said, I would probably buy them again at full price if I had to just because they've made such a difference to my overall stress levels, not to mention whatever the heck is going on with my inner ear.

They hold a charge really well, they fit my small head without being too heavy with plenty of room to expand, and I can usually slot my glasses in at such an angle they don't press against my temples.

The mic is also decent enough to make calls, but I'm told it's staticy when I'm playing games so I use my other mic.

There's also a "listening" function for when you want to be able to hear people talk or a "block" function to block out more noise. I honestly leave mine on the block function all the time, and if I'm struggling to hear someone, I shift the positioning on my ear enough to let outside noise in juuust a smidge. I find it less distressing than suddenly being able to hear the entire electronic hum of the world in both ears instead of just partially out of one.

I tried some Apple ones, too, and preferred the fit and sound of the Bose. The Apple ones I tried might have been faulty, but the "noise canceling" effect had a weird popping hiss every so often that I didn't like.

The backup brand my neuro-ophthalmologist keeps in his office was a pair of Sony WH-CH720N Noise Canceling Wireless Headphones. Those were good, too, though I found the ambient setting "nosier." They are cheaper, though, and I think lighter too, and I was again able to wear my glasses in a way that they didn't press too hard.

I don't know about any other cheaper models; this was my first set of noise-canceling headphones, and I was so determined to experience the stillness I'd experienced in the eye clinic I went straight for them in the store😅 But hopefully, someone else will have more info for you in the notes.

#long post

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what-even-is-thiss · 1 year

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A lot of folks I think find it disturbing when I tell them that I've accepted that I'm always gonna hate myself.

When I say that though, I don't mean I've accepted it in the depressed resigned to my fate soaking in my sorrow way. I mean, I've accepted it. And I've decided to move onto other more important things.

I've decided that it doesn't matter if I hate myself. It doesn't matter if I'm the ugliest and most awful person on the block. Plenty of people live out perfectly fine lives while being terrible and ugly.

I'm just doing my best over here. And if I can never ever live up to my own expectations, fine. Might as well accept that and move on with my life. Sitting around being stressed about how I don't love myself isn't helping anybody. Letting go of the idea that I might love myself someday has made me so much less miserable. Coming out of my cage and I've been doing just fine and all that.

Do I hate myself? Yup. Always have. Likely always will. I think I'm despicable. Ugly. Evil. Not worthy of anything good in my life. Who the hell cares? Nobody's life is being made better by me spending all my energy fighting that impulse. I'd rather go on a walk and listen to the scissor sisters.

#roman said a thing

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octuscle · 8 months

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Chronivac Support! Help! I, out of curiosity, started tinkering with settings. I accidentally fucked up the range! It keeps saying “Error: Range at maximum, unable to decrease range at this time. Error code R-408, please contact Chronivac Support”. What’s the maximum range?!? Because I also accidentally hit the “alpha Arab” preset under the popular presets thing!

…so, how badly did I mess things up? Is everyone on my block going to change? Everyone in my neighborhood? Or did I really, really screw things up even more?

Well… What can I say… We already had a quite similar case…

However, I had hoped that after the experience we had there, the possibility of mass changes would have been deactivated… Obviously the automatic update did not work for you. And now we are in trouble! At least I was able to stop all pending transformations. And that were DAMN many!

Unfortunately, there are also a lot of transformations running within a radius of 5,000 km around your location. There are really many of them. In the meantime, I have found out that usually random people were selected for the transformation and this then "infected" people in their immediate vicinity. Here, for example, it hit the chess club of a small town in northern Spain. The transformation has progressed to different degrees. Not everyone has a beard yet… But all are already cut and are on the way to the sunset prayer. When the prayer is over, the man in the middle will be the muezzin of his congregation. And the four other students of a Koran school. With takke on their heads and bushy full beards.

These two guys here worked in Bavaria as social workers in a project for young people. The transformation on the body has only begun, in mind it is already quite far advanced. Neither of them speaks a word of German anymore. At most, they still speak a gibberish that is made up of German, Turkish and Arabic. And they are no longer interested in the socialization of young people. Their lives now take place only between the gym, the shisha bar and the car-tuning garage where they work. It won't be long before they're casually hanging their monstrous arms out of the windows while cruising in their show-off cars.

And really hard hit was this cricket team in Bath in southern England. Not much is left of the snow-white clothing. The audience has also been hit hard. Turkish oil wrestling is on its way to becoming the new English national sport.

Amazing enough: you are obviously not a bit concerned…. But if you're into cut dicks of Arab alpha stallions, you'll have plenty to choose from in the near future. And I've got a hell of a lot to do to fix the mess you've made.

Pictures are from @lovelyangryheart and @kiffarab

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #male transformation #muscle transformation #race change

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utilitycaster · 5 months

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Eh, I doubt this will stop them but I'll cover the alleged hypocrisy since they appear to be harassing other people as well before going to bed.

[description: reblog from harassing-little-hypocrite. The real question is why was the little hypocrite so upset about Imodna in the first place? There is only one answer to that question, and the little hypocrite refuses to give any reasonable alternative. Sure, it made sense to criticize Imodna before, it really left a lot to be desired. But now, there is a new ship that, at best, has all the problems Imodna had. Why is the little hypocrite a fan of one ship but has never stopped shitting on the other? What is different about them, really?]

I assume "little hypocrite" is referring to me, because it was a reblog of my post, but given the URL it might be the poster talking about themselves in the third person like Elmo does. Who can say, really.

Anyway, I agree, Imodna does leave a lot to be desired. I'm not upset; I think it's boring but it also only comes up for like two minutes every other episode.

What's different about Fearne and Ashton: To be clear, I don't consider this an OTP, I don't have strong investment in it being endgame, I absolutely don't expect it to be monogamous, and honestly if it jumped straight into Undying Devotion To Each Other next episode instead of making out and having more interesting conversations I'd be immediately turned off. But right now? They've had a conversation of substance, they discussed their goals in concrete ways, they've had a silly flirty thing going on with the stealing game throughout the campaign (even when I thought the fanon of the ship sucked - which I still do - I felt a hookup would be fun but anything deeper would be contrived), and, perhaps most crucially, they can express frustrations with each other. My issue with Imodna has always been that they have the same boring-ass conversation in slightly different configurations over and over, the two potentially interesting conflicts they had fizzled out like a cheap whoopie cushion, and god, I'm so bored. Fearne and Ashton have conflict. That's the main thing I've wanted from Imodna - I've said that repeatedly - and they've failed to deliver. That's the difference.

Anyone can look through my blog and find plenty of other F/F ships I've enjoyed greatly; I happen to dislike this particular one. There's plenty of straight ships I think suck as well. It's deeply irresponsible to co-opt the language of social justice over stupid fandom wank; you sure aren't helping lesbians in any material way through this, that's for certain, if this is what I considered fun I'd develop literally any other hobby, and it does not really worry me what you think of me given that you don't know me in real life and as such have no basis to pass such judgments with authority.

It's interesting that for a ship where so many shippers seem desperate for more approval from the fandom, multiple Imodna shippers like you are simultaneously out here asking the question "what if I made myself as unpleasant as possible?" (I know you say you find it leaves a lot to be desired, but given that you're specifically mad that I like a different ship more than Imodna...yeah, sure.) Not sure if you're the old fandom bottom-feeder or a new one, but man, people who were neutral on Imodna have begun to sour on it because it's getting a reputation for being the ship of choice for clowns like you, and it's only going to keep getting worse, and people who prefer other things are going to just keep blocking you and write meta and fic for their ships and you'll get less and less.

#cr spoilers #anyway if this person bothers you...sorry about that pls block and report etc etc i'm going to sleep

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girls-alias · 4 months

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Loss - Dean Winchester

Title: Loss - Dean Winchester Words: 869 Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW:

Prompt:

Dean being depressed and drinking a lot ever since you died.

DEAN'S POV:

Alcohol helped. The taste was soon like water and slipped down my throat easily. It hurt less when I was too drunk to think.

I ignored Sam's disapproving looks every day but they all seemed to fade into one. The longest day of my life. I lived with pain but this was death. I felt as though death had a hold of my insides and was pulling important organs out of my mouth. The alcohol numbs the pain. That's all I need.

I don't need someone to be sympathetic, I don't even need to kill monsters. I have to kill my thoughts, every second I don't have a drink in my hand I think of her. Sam was shouting at something recently. Said it had been 6 months but just yesterday I was holding her. Just yesterday I was kissing her, laughing with her. I had her.

I know alcohol wears off but so does pain. If I numb it for long enough I won't have to feel it, not now, not ever.

I saw my whiskey bottle coming to an end and stumbled towards the kitchen, I had no idea the time of day or even the season. I fought to keep my eyes open as I stammered around. More drink is all I need! I finally made it to the kitchen. No beer, no whiskey, nothing. Either I had drank it all or Sam is hiding it. I groaned and threw my now empty bottle across the room. I have to have more, I can't feel this pain, I can't.

I continued to stammer around until Sam blocked the door with his body, looking at me disapprovingly and sympathetically. How does anyone like him, I have no idea?

"Move," I said plainly already trying to pass him. He thought for a second before moving aside yet following me. I grabbed the keys from the table, hoping he hadn't noticed.

"You can't go out driving in this state," He demanded only making me scoff. I was surprised when he ripped the keys from my grasp. Alcohol was slowing my reflex speeds.

"Give them back!" I shouted but he didn't take my slurred words seriously.

"You'll die if you drive," He commented and I felt myself sobering up from the rage coursing through my blood. He thinks I'm afraid of death. He thinks I haven't been begging for someone to come and kill me. Hell, I've called demons plenty of times giving them the full opportunity to kill me. I have handed them guns, knives, even chainsaws and no one will kill me.

"Give me the keys, dumbass," I demanded but Sam was childlike and threw them down the hallway. I groaned and started making my way towards them. He followed me closely rambling my ear. I ignored every word until he said it. "Don't you dare say her name!" I screamed now facing him, my hands clenched into fists. He looked horrified but softened his face as he sighed.

"She wouldn't want you to do this," He said softly as if I was about to attack. If he keeps talking I will. I will do everything I have begged others to do for me.

"How would you know what she wants?! When did you stay up with her all night when she was in pain? When did you think she was the one for you? When did you think your luck had finally changed?" I paused as the anger took over. "Where were you when she had cramps and needed a hand to hold? Where were you when she promised she'd always love me? Where were you when she was bleeding out and needed you?" I screamed out not caring for his puppy eyes. "Where were you, Sam? I had to hold her, I had to watch her die in my arms because you weren't there. Where were you?" I screamed, my throat instantly sore. He looked startled by my words. I blamed Sam to some extent but I knew it was my fault. It was my fault I loved her, I should have known I would have gotten her killed. I scoffed. "You wouldn't know what she'd want if she was still here telling you, you didn't know her and you never will. She was the love of my life and now what kind of life do I have? It's cold and pointless. The alcohol numbs the pain but what do you know of real pain? You've forgotten Jess, I will never forget my true Y/N. You can either stand beside me or get out of my fucking way!" I gasped slightly realising that after all this time I had finally said her name. My eyes instantly burned as tears collected in them.

I sobbed, falling to the floor. I gripped at my jumped begging it would swallow me. Sam hurried to me, hugging me tightly as I cried. My breath caught in my throat. I screamed letting out the sobs that collected in my chest. Sam jumped but held on a little tighter. After a while, he stopped jumping when I screamed. He held me, he never let go.

I need my baby but she's gone.

#fanfiction #fanfic #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean x reader #dean winchester fic #dean #dean winchester x reader

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collegeishardbutwritingisharder · 2 years

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When the little brother goes for an 'adventure': Riddle, Leona, and Azul edition. Short stories(?)

I saw someone post this idea under platonic yandere and I wanted to try my hand at writing it. I really hope that I don't mess this up. Link to the post. I hope that I did the idea justice.

Warnings: Yandere and this is insanely long by my writing standards.

Riddle Rosehearts

Shortly after my brother's overblot, Riddle became more and more controlling over what I could and couldn't do. I could color my heart out but I wasn't allowed to eat on my own. He was very confusing on what was allowed and what wasn't.

Normally, I'd never dare to leave Riddle's side but today, the outdoors was practically calling out to me for an exploration. Plus Ace has been making fun of me for my vitamin D deficiency. I get it! I'm pale. Not my fault.

Riddle was busy in his room, determined to finish all of his homework before our mandatory tea party at six. It's four right now, so I think that I have time to go and explore NRC campus and get some sunlight.

I decided that it would be for the best if I changed out of the dorm uniform and into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. This way, my body will produce more vitamin D and I can get my cardio work done. I quickly exited Heartslabyul and quickly made my way to Ramshackle dorm. I remember Yuu talking about how there was a forest around there and I personally love to run next to nature.

The forest that Yuu was talking about was actually quite lovely. There was plenty of natural wildlife and a whole bunch of different flowers. I also noticed that while I was running that there were violets growing everywhere. Trey-senpai loves candied violets and he has been helping me out with Riddle for a while now. I should make him some a thank you.

I got close to the ground and started picking the violet heads without them crumbling on me. I just kept picking more and more until I realized that I was lost. I left my magic pen back at the dorm because I didn't think that I was going to travel this far into the forest plus looking up at the sky, I would say that it's close to 6:30 at this point.

Riddle is going to have my head, isn't he?

"Ah... Crap. I've really messed this up, haven't I?"

I started muttering to myself to try and calm myself down. Sadly, it wasn't working and the next thing that I heard terrified me to my core.

"(Y/N)! HOW DARE YOU KEEP YOUR QUEEN WAITING!?"

Riddle looked like a mess. His face was red and his dorm outfit had stains all over it, meaning that he has been searching for me for a while now.

I did what any normal person would do in this case. I ran. I ran far and fast. Riddle in this mood was dangerous and I'm not feeling brave enough to face him right now.

"(Y/N)! GET BACK HERE, YOUNG MAN! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

I quickly ducked and saw a collar flying over my head. It wrapped around a tree branch before disappearing. Riddle was throwing everything that he could at me. Thank you Mother for all the agility training lessons and steak knives that you threw at me.

I jumped to see a wave of water rush underneath me but I wasn't ready for the tree branches to cross together to block my path.

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

I felt the collar wrap around my neck this time. I wrapped my hands around the collar from reflex and next thing that I knew, Riddle ran into my back knocking us both to the ground. All of the violets that I had picked were now muddy and worthless. So, much for doing something nice for Trey.

"WHY ARE YOU IN THIS FOREST?!"

"I-I-I..."

"WELL?!"

I felt my body start to shake. Riddle when angry was always terrifying and this time was no different. I felt his eyes bore into my body, awaiting my answer.

"I thought that it was okay to go outside for a bit..."

My voice was small and shaken, unlike my normal monotone voice. I felt like a child for once.

"Well, it's not. Okay? You should have just waited in the main dorm room until I was done with my homework. Now, because of your little 'adventure', we don't have any time for a tea party and we're both messes. Come on."

Riddle grabbed my arm in a crushing grip and pulled me to my feet. He didn't relinquish his hold the whole entire walk back. In fact, I was pretty certain that he kept on tightening his grip. Even though I am the stronger brother, Riddle's grip still hurts me. I wonder if that's because of the spell that Mom used years ago...

Finally, we reached Heartslabyul and everyone was shocked to see us both not looking our best. Dirt can really ruin someone's appearance. Riddle was getting angrier by the second. First, I completely ruined his time schedule and now, I'm ruining his appearance to the rest of his dorm.

Riddle pulled me all the way to his room and swung me in. I stumbled slightly, not used to being able to walk on my own, and saw Riddle lock the door to his room. He then walked into his personal bathroom, motioning me to follow suit.

I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. This was one of our weirder family traditions. Because Mom saw me as less of a human being, she would make Riddle and I wash together because "You don't deserve your own bath." So, now we just always bathe together. I tried to bathe on my own one time and Riddle threw a mild tantrum that had four other Heartslabyul students losing their heads.

Riddle got the water ready and we both just sunk into the water. The personal bathroom for a dorm leader is quite huge to be honest so we had a good amount of distance between us. Riddle was just staring me down while I sunk further into the water, wishing to disappear.

We got clean and put on clothes but Riddle's eyes never left my figure nor did it soften at all. He then pulled up two chairs and sat in one. Oh boy, it was time for a talk.

"(Y/N). What did you do wrong today?"

"I was late to our daily tea party."

"And?"

"And that I went outside without you by my side."

"You do realize that you broke your most important rules as well?"

"I was aware. I just thought that you weren't going to need me when you were saf-"

"That is no excuse."

I flinched at Riddle's cold tone. I wasn't looking forward to what he had planned.

"For breaking rule #5 of (Y/N)'s protection guidebook, you're now stuck by my left side for the next four days while doing your normal duties."

"Yes, my Queen."

"Good. Now come on. I have a different tea party to attend with Cater."

I nodded my head before standing up and going over to Riddle's left side. I held out my hand for him. He grabbed it and I helped him out of the chair. We then made our way to the tea party. Cater was there waiting for us and he gave a peace sign to us.

"Hey~! I didn't know that (Y/N)-chan was going to join us!"

"This was a last minute development."

"Okay! Well, pull up a chair and enjoy~!"

I only shook my head before pulling out Riddle's chair and pushing him in. I then took my place to his left. I wasn't about to put Cater in trouble. Cater then looked at both of us before he put his phone up and took a photo of us. Riddle's eyes widened slightly.

"#HeartslabyulTeaParty, #RoseheartBros, #AdorableBrotherlyLove! This photo is going to get so many likes!"

The rest of the tea party continued like normal. I was so thankful when it ended. I lost feeling in my legs and was ready to crash. Riddle gave me a light smirk while I held the door open for him. We both got ready for bed and we just crashed.

"I hope that you'll think twice before going out on another 'adventure'."

"Yes, my Queen."

Leona Kingscholar

(I really hate that I have two little brothers for Leona. But here we go! Also for the first brother, this will be before your complete kidnapping and for the second, this is before your transfer.)

Brother A:

"Dang! It's such a boring day! What's the point of having a weekend if you don't have anything to actually do?!"

I was just complaining to myself while lying in my dorm room. All of my roommates were out, practicing Spelldrive most likely, and the other first years are busy trying to get their homework. Those dorks not getting their homework done faster.

I got up from my bed and grabbed my trusty ax. It took me forever to get it onto campus. Crowley wouldn't stop making me promise over and over and then eventually, I had to sign a contract made by Azul. If I ever try to attack a student with said ax, I get teleported straight to Crowley's office. Honestly, it would be a pretty useful escape mechanism.

I decided that I was going to explore the Diasomnia dorm. It has some of the most interesting terrain out of all of the dorms and I want to see it. I made quick track over to the hall of mirrors and rushed into Diasomnia. If anybody from Savanaclaw saw me, Leona would hear about it.

Diasomnia has quite an interesting aura about it. I heard that it's close to Briar Valley in décor and flora. I quickly walked up to the castle and went inside. There were plenty of Diasomnia students in the lobby who were just staring at me like I had three heads. In fact, I saw a few of them getting their pens ready to attack me but thankfully, Lilia came out of nowhere to greet me.

"Fufufu~! It's not everyday that we get a Savanaclaw visitor. Especially one that's related to the dorm leader. What brings you here?"

"I'm glad that there is a friendly face here. I was just wondering if I had permission to go and explore the forest around your castle?"

Lilia's face morphed into a shocked one at my request.

"T-that's what you want to do? I truly thought that you came over to hang out with Sebek."

"Nah. Don't get me wrong, I love Sebek but he's busy with the other first years. I think that he's yelling at all of them for messing up the work."

"Oh~ Love?"

"Easy there. Platonic love."

"Awwww."

Lilia's face formed into a pout. I let out a light laugh.

"Sooooo, am I free to prowl your grounds?"

"Of course! I'll let Malleus know of your presence so that you don't end up being fried cat!"

"Thanks."

I exited the castle and quickly scaled down the cliff to the forest below. All of the trees didn't have leaves which I guessed was normal for this dimension. There were also no animals around which I sort of expected. There was no actual food in the area for anything. No green = no small prey. No small prey = no predators. But honestly, I think that it's better this way.

I heard a twig snap behind me. It was a few miles away so I wasn't too worried about it. What started to worry me was the whooshing that was coming up behind me fast. I turned around and saw Malleus floating at me at full speed.

I started to run myself except a bunch of fire lit up around me, keeping me in the circle. Malleus then walked through the flames, glaring down at me.

"What brings you here, Kingscholar Two?"

"Just wanting to explore the area."

"Without asking permission from those who live here?"

"Lilia seemed okay with me being here."

"You are not welcome here. Leave."

Malleus normally isn't like this. I've seen him interact with plenty of people. Heck, even I had a few friendly conversations with him. Something must have really made him mad.

"Why aren't I welcome here? It isn't as if I'm messing anything up with your dorm."

"You're contesting me? I shouldn't have expected less from Kingscholar's little brother."

"Yeah, if you want me to leave, you're going to have to make me."

A smirk appeared on my face and a slight smile appeared on Malleus'. We always had small fights with each other to test each other's magic. Everyone is always afraid to fight us so we just fight each other.

Malleus was the first to send out a spell. A powerful fire wave that I was able to dodge by a millisecond. I sent back to him a water shot, trying to douse out his flames. I did hit him in the arm but he only laughed it off. This happened for a while before my ax accidently flew off my back and almost hit Malleus straight in the face.

Thankfully, the contract worked and I was teleported to Crowley's office with my ax now stuck in a wall.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME, KINGSCHOLAR?! YOU PROMISED THAT YOU WOULDN'T ATTACK ANYONE!"

"I DIDN'T! I LOST MY GRIP ON MY AX AND IT WENT FLYING TOWARDS SOMEONE!"

"YOUR BROTHER IS GOING TO HEAR ABOUT THIS!"

"AWW, COME ON!"

I sat in Crowley's office until Leona arrived after five hours. Crowley refused to let me leave without supervision in case I went out of control. Listen, I may be able to hurt anybody and everybody but I have more control than that!

"You woke me up for this? Are you serious?"

Leona was given me the biggest death glare while I was just looking off to the side.

"Yes, because he belongs in your dorm and that he is your family, you must take responsibility and discipline your brother correctly to make sure that he won't harm somebody."

"A: What did he even do and B: Why should I care?"

"I can answer B. You should care because it will a bad rep for NRC and Savanaclaw together.

Your dorm will suffer if the press heard that one of your members either killed or severely wounded someone.

You also wouldn't get any beauty sleep. (Y/N), you have to answer A."

I glared at Crowley before telling my part.

"I went over to Diasomnia."

"...are you kidding me right now? Diasomnia!?"

"Listen! I know that you don't like the dorm leader but you don't have any right to forbid me from going over!"

"I've told you plenty of times! How many more times do I have to tell you!?"

"Keep yapping because I'm still not listening! But I was exploring the forest around the castle and Malleus and I started fighting."

I saw Leona clench his fist slowly. I was so in for it later.

"I had my ax strapped to my back and when I went to send my own spell, I pulled a maneuver that ended up having the strap slide off of my back and sent my ax flying towards Malleus' face. It was all accidental."

"Why were you fighting that Lizard in the first place?!"

"Because he was in a bad mood and one of the easiest ways for him to get out negative emotions is through fighting! You are the exact same way!"

Leona slammed his hands on Crowley's desk before standing up to glare at me.

"DON'T YOU DARE COMPARE ME TO THAT LIZARD AGAIN!"

Leona's roar was terrifying that it almost made my tail go between my legs. Almost is the key word. I stood up as well and just glared back with just as much fierceness. We both were letting out growls and getting tense. I was the first to strike.

I jumped onto Leona sending both of us flying over Crowley's desk, messing everything up.

"You've never cared about who I hung out with before! WHY DOES IT MATTER SO MUCH NOW?!"

Leona then kicked me off, my back making contact with Crowley's window, shattering it. The glass dug deep into my back. weakening me.

"Because you're starting to get on my nerves with who you choose to hang out with! First, it was that herbivore and now, it's that stupid Lizard!"

Leona then grabbed me and slammed me down on the floor, pushing the glass deeper. I saw black spots consuming my vision but I wasn't out just yet. I looked towards Crowley.

"Survival of the Fittest."

Crowley then collapsed while I felt more energized than ever. I was able to ignore the glass in my back and was able to wrestle Leona off of me.

I never realized how much power that Headmage actually had. Considering he never makes any effort in trying to do anything.

"I am your hunger, I am your thirst. I am what steals your tomorrows. Kneel before me! King's Roar!"

Leona's power was slowly draining the power that I stole away. We had to either wrap this up soon or until one of us submits. The rest of the faculty barged in and separated Leona and I from each other. Crowley's office was a mess, full of sand, glass, and blood. Leona was in worse shape than I was except at least he wasn't phasing in and out of consciousness.

"You pups need to be better disciplined! Two months worth of detention!" Crewel yelled at us, before we both were being ushered to our dorm by Coach Vargas.

We got healed once we hit our dorm and Leona demanded that I go to his room. The aura that we were radiating scared the rest of the dorm to get out of our way.

"What more do we need to talk about? We nearly just killed each other. I think that we got enough across to one another."

"You're done with going to other dorms."

"Excuse me?"

"I know that you heard me but I'll repeat for my slow little brother. Since you obviously can't be trusted by yourself, you have to be either at the main building or at Savanaclaw at all times. Ruggie will accompany everywhere with you."

"You can't just do that! I have other friends from other dorms!"

"Ah, thank you for reminding me! Drop them."

I just stared at Leona in disbelief. This man was trying to dictate my entire school life.

"You must be joking."

"I'm not. That's a command to you from your dorm leader. Now off you go."

I just glared at Leona before walking away in a huff. There was no way to get through to him while he's like this. My ears immediately picked up lighter footsteps.

"Go away, Ruggie."

"No can do, (Y/N). I'm not too happy about this either but I'm not about to go against Leona."

"Grrr."

I just continued walking down to my dorm and I just slammed my door closed. I heard Ruggie knocking but I refused to open the door and just put a pillow over my ears. I started to grit my teeth together, trying to keep my emotions under control.

"Leona will snap back to his senses. He has to. He has to."

If he doesn't, I don't know how much of my sanity will last this year.

Brother B:

"So, you're telling me: that you messed up a potion and then spilled it on my brother!?"

"Na-Na!"

I held out my hands and started to do grabby motions. I want upsies!

"Now, now, let's discuss this calmly like adults! Just put the chair down!"

I turned my head to witness Azul cowering behind his desk while Leona was trying to attack him with one of the comfort chairs in the VIP room. I wasn't getting upsies anytime soon.

"Ehh~ I knew that pouring that potion on Honey-chan would be funny."

"You're the reason why (Y/N) is now a toddler?!"

"FLOYD!"

Leona then turned the chair towards Floyd while Floyd wasn't paying attention. Jade was trying to keep in his chuckles while watching from behind Azul's desk. The room was just full of chaos.

I kept trying to get upsies but everyone was distracted. I got bored and left the VIP room. The Mostro Lounge was so full of pretty lights! My eyes then caught another shiny thing! A golden arm band on a white haired student. He was leaving the Mostro Lounge and I was quick to chase after him.

I came upon a weird mirror that many people were walking through and disappearing but I didn't care. I just wanted the shiny! I bolted through the mirror and came out of the other side. There were more people on the other side and more mirrors. I saw another shiny outside of the building and ran out. The shiny turned out to be the sun but it was really pretty.

There were also a bunch of pretty birds and two of them dropped a flower crown on my head. I let out a light laugh before deciding to follow them. I don't know how long I was running for but eventually, the birds flew off and I lost sight of them.

"Bye, friends! I hope to see you another day!"

I shouted and waved goodbye before I took a look around. I was in the middle of a forest and I don't know where I am.

"Na-Na?"

Where is my big brother?

"Lena?"

Where are my big brothers?

*Snap*

"AAHHHH! NA-NA! LENA! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

I picked a direction and ran as fast as I could, shouting out for my brothers. They have to be nearby! They have to! I felt tears leak out of my eyes before the next thing that I knew, I couldn't see anything because it was so blurry. My foot caught a root and I went tumbling. I felt plenty of ouchies form and I eventually stopped rolling. My whole entire body hurt so badly.

"Na-Na? Lena? Help me please."

I felt my eyes start to close and I couldn't keep them open any longer.

"(N/N)? (N/N)!"

"(Y/N)! Where have you gone?!"

"Honey-chan~! Come out so I can give you a nice big squeeze!"

I slightly reopened my eyes before whispering out one last time.

"Na-Na."

"(N/N)!"

I saw Leona rush over to me and I felt him pick me up. He felt so warm and comfy that I couldn't help but nuzzle deeper into him.

"I'm sleepy, Na-Na."

"No! Don't go to sleep yet, (N/N)! Stay awake for Na-Na! Please!"

"I'll try, Na-Na."

I really was trying. Whenever one of my eyes were starting to droop, I put my hand near that eye to lift it back up the eyelid. I didn't want to disappoint Na-Na.

"This is all your fault, Floyd!"

"My fault?! How?!"

"If you had just behaved, (Y/N) wouldn't be in such a fragile state!"

"EEEEHHHH?!"

"ZIP IT BOTH OF YOU! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!"

Floyd and Azul shut up after Leona yelled at them. The forest was zooming past and eventually, I saw the big castle that I saw from the weird mirror building again.

"Na-Na? Are we going to go to the big castle? Are we in the sky, Na-Na?"

"We're going to the big castle but we're not in the sky! You are not going to be in the sky anytime soon! I swear on my life!"

"But the sky is where all of the birdies live."

"But if you went to live in the sky, Lena and I couldn't visit you. Do you want that?"

"No. I want to visit Lena and Na-Na together."

"Good. Now stop trying to get to the sky."

"Okay."

"Eh, Honey-chan, if you want to get to the sky, I think that Azul can help you~"

"Floyd! Silence!"

Leona rushed me to a room with curtains and beds before setting me down on a bed.

"Fix him. NOW!"

I felt some relief in the places that were in a lot of pain. I felt a smile break out on my face. I opened my eyes to see Leona just there staring back at me. He looked quite grumpy. But I knew that was Leona's normal face.

I let out a giggle before putting my palm on his left cheek.

"Na-Na came and saved me."

"Yeah, Na-Na will always come save you. You should take a nap now though, (N/N). I'll be right back."

"Okay, Na-Na."

I closed my eyes and started to snooze.

"Now you two and I are going to have a talk. COME HERE!"

"EEK!"

"OUCH!"

The door then slammed shut and I heard a lot of banging from the hallway. Thankfully, the thuds were in rhythm and made it easier to fall asleep.

I wonder what dream I'll have this time.

*Leona's POV*

"Ugh, those stupid sea creatures. Making me waste energy on their problems."

I walked back into the nurse's office after beating Azul and Floyd to the ground to see (Y/N) just snoozing away on the bed.

"He's all healed up. He'll be right as rain by the time that he wakes up again."

I only nodded at the nurse, signaling to him that he could leave. He did leave and I crawled up next to my little brother.

"You're going to be the death of me. You should be thankful that you have me for your brother."

I'll make sure that nothing ever hurts you, even if I have to take you away from all evil.

Azul Ashengrotto

Land is awful. I need a break from the land. Azul, why did you have to bring me to the land?

"I want to go swimming."

"We can't go swimming today, (Y/N). You've got a debut to do today anyway."

Azul put the finishing touches on my outfit and I looked ten times more dapper than I usually do. I decided to practice my magic and manipulate water into beautiful shapes. A few Scarabia students saw the shapes and immediately ran up to me to watch what I could make. They even gave suggestions on what I should make and it was quite fun.

Azul found us doing it and from there on, he made me start putting on water shows for evening shifts. He did pay me but I didn't even want to perform. I just wanted to swim.

The lights started to blink, signaling that it was my time to go to the small stage. Azul gave me a warm smile before petting my head lightly.

"Knock them dead, little brother. Show them what Ashengrottos can do."

"Okay."

I walked out onto stage and turned towards the crowd. I was thankful for my time at my last school for the fact alone that everyone would always stare at me. I can take the stares.

I quickly bowed to the crowd before I activated my magic. Jade and Floyd put large containers of water all over the Mostro Lounge for me to manipulate. I started by having thin streams of water travel throughout the entire dining area. People were in awe with how soothing the running water sounded. I then separated the paths into different sections and formed shapes with each section.

The show was a huge hit. I would be constantly scanning the crowd to see what thing I should create out of the water and which table I should send it to. By the time that I was done, everyone was applauding and I even got some whistles. I did one last bow before rushing backstage.

"That was excellent! If you keep doing acts like that, profits will skyrocket! Although I don't know how I feel about all of the eyes on you. I might lock you up for a week after each performance, just so that they all understand that they can't see you all the time."

Azul whispered that last part but I still heard him loud and clear. It may have sounded like a question but I knew that he was actually going to do that. A week?! I can't stand only Azul for a week!

I felt my hand twitching and I was so tempted to run then and there. But no, I have to be careful about this. So, I waited and waited in the dressing room. I checked the clock and saw that enough time passed and that the Mostro Lounge would be at its busiest.

I peaked out of the dressing room to see Floyd and Jade rushing everywhere and I also got a peak of Azul taking someone to the VIP room. It was go time. I moved in short sprints until I made it to the mirror. I went through and saw nobody in the hall of mirrors.

"Yes!"

I sprinted to the outskirts of NRC campus. Because of it being on top of a cliff, I could just jump off and straight into water. I saw the coliseum and just kept on the path. I quickly came to the wind mill and rushed past it. The cliff was safe from sharp rocks at the bottom and sharp edges that I could hit.

"Deep breath. Let's go!"

I jumped and performed a dive into the deep water below. I felt my body shift back into my mermaid form and I just started swimming. I've never been allowed to explore the water around the Isle of Sages, mainly because Azul liked having a tight grip on the metaphorical leash around my neck.

The water felt so nice and cool on my scales. There were so many different types of fish around, I found at least five new types that I've never seen back at the Coral Sea! Plus there were so many different shipwrecks! One of them still had skeletons from the crew. Those poor souls, unable to break free of their containment.

I originally just planned to time myself fifteen minutes but... It's been so long that I couldn't help but break that limit. I haven't felt this free ever since I got here. My need for adventure has never felt so fulfilled before.

"I wonder what's under this rock?"

"Well, you're not going to find out."

I jolted upwards, wasn't expecting a voice. Let alone it being Azul's voice.

"A-A-Azul!"

"Here I thought that I made it clear that you weren't allowed to go swimming. I must have been much too lenient with you. I'll make sure to remedy my mistake."

"Rainbow-Chan!"

I felt Floyd wrap around me and then, I felt his teeth bite deeply in my arm. I let out a scream, plenty of pain flowing through my body. My vision was really blurry so I could only rely on touch to tell me what was happening.

I felt my head be lifted up and a potion going down my throat.

"There we go. Let's get you your legs back."

I passed out and woke up in Azul's room.

"No... No, no, no, no."

I quickly got out of the bed and went to try and open the door. As expected, it was locked.

"Let me out! Let me out please!"

"Little brother... It's three AM. You need your sleep."

I felt Azul's tentacles wrap around me before pulling me back to the bed. I was shocked that Azul was willing in his octo form but I couldn't let the shock stop me. I had to try and break free of his grip. But sadly, my human form is still quite weak.

Azul brought my head to his chest and put my ear above his heart to assure that I could hear it beating.

"Shhh, shhh. I know that you're upset. You woke up and put yourself in a fit. Don't worry, your big brother is here to protect you from all of your worst nightmares. After all, you're going to be in here with me for two whole weeks. We can bond and become very close together. Of course, I'll need to leave from time to time but I'll be back to spend all the time in the world with you."

"Two... weeks?"

"Yep! It'll be fun!"

Great Seven, please save me.

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