#I've never drawn them before so I hope they look alright. I was looking very closely at a reference the whole time so that probably helped

[lulu-draws-stuff]

Oh sick!! Then mayhaps a scribble of Helmut Fullbear and Bob Zanato? :•}

Ok! yaayy

#art #illustration #fanart #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #helmut fullbear #bob zanotto #I've never drawn them before so I hope they look alright. I was looking very closely at a reference the whole time so that probably helped #also this is a bit more than a scribble lol. I wanted to color them #and I know Bob's the one who's known for being a good listener. but I'm sure Helmut wouldn't mind switching roles every once and a while #ask #fav posts

[koolades-world]

Words cannot express how much I adore your writing, ESPECIALLY when it comes to Satan, like hands down one of the best Satan writers🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ but besides that- I would really love to see how the brothers react to MC who is… well… sensitive. As in- they care a lot about the brothers, and would obviously never even dream of hurting them let alone in reality. So I picture MC being extremely upset of the power they hold due to the seven pacts after the first time they use ‘stay’ (lesson 26-15). Then cue the events that result in MC getting the ring of light. Them being borderline horrified of their strength and tries to isolate themself thinking they might be a threat to brothers, even though at the back of their mind they know that the brothers could never actually be fatally injured because of them.

hello! of course :)

thank you so much for the satan writer compliment GAH he’s just my little guy and I’m glad people like my take on him. my sweet satan. hes the flame, and i am but a tiny moth drawn to his character potential and literally everything else about him

also, thank you for specifically requesting what you wanted!! usually I have no clue what people want and just guess haha. it's a little longer than a drabble would be so idk what it is anymore lol

hope you like where I went with this! did both satan and luci. enjoy <3

Sensitive Mc who's afraid of hurting the brothers

Satan

Satan was alone in his room, reading, when he was suddenly hit with a concerning thought. He had been meant to gift you that human world book he'd managed to find a second hand bookstore. Coincidentally, the two of you had been talking about that same book just yesterday, so he had to pick it up for you. He'd actually been hoping the two of you could read it together because he'd never read it. He could already imagine reading it aloud to you, how you’d be cuddled up in his lap, arms around him and using him as your personal pillow.

After he finished the page he was on, he grabbed the book. He'd probably have to reread everything he read before thinking of you, but that was alright. He’d learnt to treasure every moment he could with you. You were the only thing that could truly cause him to temporarily lose interest in a book.

With that, he set off, book in hand, to find you. First he check your room. It wasn’t unusual to not find you there. His brothers often dragged you elsewhere. Next he checked the library, his brothers’ rooms, and the attic, but it was to no avail. That was when he started to get worried. He started to call you and text you. He could see that you were reading his messages and the calls were ringing all the way through, but you didn’t reply once.

That's when he started to freak out. Every bad thing that could've possibly happened ran through his head. He stopped, and took a deep breath to clear his head to try and think more rationally. He knew he needed to find you, and while he knew telling his brothers was the best course of action, he figured he'd check your room one last time, just in case he managed to miss you somehow. As he stepped into your room and shut the door behind him, he caught sight of you. You were seated away from the door, head down on the table.

"Mc! There you are. I've been looking for you." He stepped towards you and put his hand on your shoulder. You jumped very suddenly, and whipped your head around to face him. The expression on your face wasn't one he'd ever seen you make. You looked deeply fearful, more so than when facing one of his angry brothers, or himself for that matter. The two of you made steady eye contact for a moment, before you suddenly stood up.

"Mc?" Satan was confused and concerned. You placed both of your hands on his chest and pushed him away as hard as you could before running to the opposite side of the room. "What's the matter?" He recovered quickly from his minor stumble.

"Stay back! I'm a monster. I can't hurt you. You mean too much to me." Satan got deja vu. He swore he'd said something exactly like that in the past. Your hands shook as you held them out in front of you, urging him to stop his advances towards you. You seemed to be struggling to hold them up, as your arm began to fall and your fingers could hardly stay upright. He saw himself in you in that moment. Afraid, alone, and confused, just like how he felt when he first came into being. While he wanted nothing more than to go comfort you, he found himself frozen mid-step towards you. This sent you into another fit of tears.

"See? I can't do anything right." You sobbed.

"Mc, please unfreeze me. I promise you, you can't hurt me." He could hear the desperation growing in his voice, and he was sure you could too.

"What if I hurt you on accident though? I don't know what I'd do. I care too much about you to do that to you." You tried to avoid eye contact, since looking into his eye was too painful.

"It's going to be alright. It'll take a lot to drive me away from you, because I care. If it ever gets to the point of you hurting me, I won't be upset with you because I know you didn't mean it. I trust you no matter what. Everything you just said proves that. Now, please, let me hug you. You need one." You eyed him skeptically.

"I don't trust me." You swiped away some of the tears with the back of your hand, but they kept flowing.

"You've already done so much for this family, and for me. Please, let me return the favor. I'll always be by your side. If the situation ever arises, we can work through it together. I'm not afraid to do what it takes to remain by your side." He silently implored you to meet his eyes, and when you finally did, he knew he'd gotten through to you.

"Alright. Come here." You smiled a little through the tears, and let your arms fall to your side. Like magic, Satan was able to move again and he quickly rushed forward to scoop you up. He held you close to him, gently wiping away your tears.

"I hope you can sense how much I care about you." He rubbed your back and sighed as you began to hug him back.

"Thank you." He knew that hurting him was probably the thing you feared most. He understood that, and promised himself that the two of you would work through that fear together. You changed his life, and wanted to really make sure you knew and didn't undermine how impactful you actually are to him.

Lucifer

It was late. Lucifer had already completed his nightly rounds and was doing paperwork, as usual. He'd made it through about half his stack, and had resolved to finishing it by morning.

He heard the the quiet footsteps of someone walking by his room, down the hall and up the stairs to the attic. With a sigh, he got up and followed whoever it was. He was too late to catch whoever it was, but he decided he'd let them get to the to top of the stairs before he went up after them.

He stood there for a moment, thinking. The only people who went to the attic were the twins, and occasionally you, if one of the twins happened to be up there. Really, only Belphie liked to be up there, and Beel and you just followed him, because he'd never seen either of you up there of your own volition. He wasn't sure why whoever it was needed to be up there at this hour. Belphie and Beel are usually knocked out at this hour. As he passed Levi's room, he heard the sound of a videogame and an angry sigh. Soft music was coming from Asmo's. The rest of the house was dead silent. Lucifer heard the stair at top of the staircase creak, meaning they'd reached the top landing. With that, he set off after them.

Once at the top of the stairs, he initially didn't see anyone and he quickly questioned if he'd been hearing things. Then, he spotted you sitting next to the window, hugging your legs and chin resting on your knees. Before he could speak, you beat him to it.

"Hello." You didn't turn around, or move at all.

"Mc. What are you doing up at this hour?" He stayed where he was, hoping that your conversation together would be quick.

"I could ask you the same thing." Usually, you'd say that with vigor, or some sort of enjoyment in your voice, but, your voice was flat.

"Very funny. Now, answer the question." He crossed his arms. While you were behaving a little strangely, he hoped it was just because it was late and continued as he usually would.

"Couldn't sleep. Didn't want to bother anyone." You sighed.

"I'm sorry to hear that. You are welcome to join me in my room tonight, if that might help." He felt a little sympathetic after you'd told him what was wrong. It would be nice to have them in his room as company, and a motivation to work faster.

"I've just been... thinking, is a good way to put it." All of your thoughts seemed jumbled, because everything that come out of your mouth, despite seemingly thinking hard about it, came out strangely.

"That's oddly vague, Mc." He took a few more steps towards you, but you still kept yourself turned towards the window. You remained silent, so he took the final few steps until he was right behind you.

"Lucifer. Will you make me a promise?" You turned to him slowly for the first time that evening. The little bit of moonlight streaming in through the window half illuminated your face. He could tell you hadn’t slept at all that night, maybe longer. The circles under your eye were very telling. The way you looked back at him unsettled him. That in itself spoke more words than he could ever say. There was a far off look in your eyes, like you were staring right through him. He never thought he'd be afraid of you, but the way you were behaving was scaring him.

“Of course, my love. Anything.” You turned back to the window, but he could tell you kept looking at him through the corner of your eyes.

“Promise me you’ll stop me if I ever do anything that might hurt your or your brothers. At any cost.” That sentence sent a shiver down Lucifer’s spine. It was an accomplishment to say that you could make a chill wrack through the body of Diavolo's right hand man, but this moment was anything but joyous or celebratory. The implications of your statement were grim.

"What are you talking about?" He stumbled on his words a little, unsure how to approach what you just asked.

"I'm not really sure how to put how I feel into words. But, that's what I do know." You glanced between him and the view outside the window.

"If you could, please try to enlighten me." He sat beside you

"I'm unsure of the power I have. I feel like I shouldn't have this. I'm unworthy and afraid of what I might do. You saw what I did on accident. I didn't mean to really make all of you stop like that. I know it didn't hurt too bad but... I just don't know how I feel." You sighed again.

"I understand how you feel, I believe. You're more than worthy to wield the power you do. It's not easy to quell the seven avatars of sin, but, you are, aren't you? Do not discredit yourself. I'm sure you know you could never hurt any of us, right?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow at you, awaiting your response.

"I'm not discrediting myself, I'm just afraid is all, alright? Sorry if I've felt distant lately. It's just been on my mind for a while." You snapped to face him again.

"I see. Please, do not isolate yourself like that from us again. We can work through this together. I know you're afraid of hurting us, but the day that happens is the day the Devildom freezes over, alright? We care." He paused. "I care."

A gentle smile made its way across your face. "Thanks. I think I'll always be a little afraid, honestly. But, I trust you, and I know you mean what you say." Lucifer remembered what you'd said earlier. He hoped he'd never have to follow through that.

For now though, he hoped to treasure this moment with you, and hopefully help you get to bed with the little nugget of peace he'd given you.

#obey me #obey me! #obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date

[blu3b3rryj4mp1r3]

Do you think you could draw some cuddly rarejack art? 👉👈

I've never really drawn rarijack before so I made 3 doodles! ^^ I feel like I'm not very good at drawing rarity but I hope you like these ^^ it was a fun challenge 🤍💎🧡🍎

I sketched them pretty quickly but I hope they look alright

♡ sfw interaction only ♡

#my art! ☆ #mlp rarity #rarity mlp #rarity #applejack #rarijack #mlp #mlp fim #my little pony #my little pony friendship is magic #☆.asks #my pony art ☆

[simplyreveries]

I've never submitted anything before so I apologize if this is incorrect, but I just really really love your writing and wanted to request somthing! Would a Riddle, Jamil and Idia with an autistic reader who likes bright lights to calm them be ok?

I dont know if I did this correctly, if I'm incorrect or you just don't want to write this one I totally get it if you ignore it/gen

Have a great day!

hope this is alright<3

riddle rosehearts

he’d get one in his room, so if you are particularly feeling overwhelmed or anything you can just go there, as dorm leader he doesn't share with anyone or anything like that so it's completely calming. if you're okay he’ll just be with you in quiet doing his own work if that's what you’d prefer. he is very understanding about it even if he doesn't experience such himself, he tries to be as calming as he can be to you.

the last thing he’d want is you feeling distressed and bad, he would go out of his way to make sure you’ll always have some sort of access to one especially within the dorm—much to his dismay, he is well aware of how chaotic it can get sometimes usually it being something ace or deuce did.

riddle loves the way the light shines on you, he thinks you look so lovely around them, even more so with a content expression on your face. the fact that he can help that to help you feel all the better is really encouraging to him.

jamil viper

if you look in his room, you’ll see various lights like on his desk or lantern-like lights hanging on his ceiling. he noticed you always seemed drawn to them whenever you're over at scarabia and in his room, he didn't fully understand why— as it took him a moment for him to realize that you like them so much, that it helps you ease yourself.

jamil wants to be able to help you feel calmed down he'll gladly share and show you various ones- even if that means walking through campus during the late hours to see them all over the place like the library for example. he'd always hum and nod telling you he finds them pretty too, but he really is just gazing at you.

he wants to take you to his hometown, scalding sands, because a night, it lights up so amazingly. (look at his silk adorned card!!!) there are plenty he can show you as you look around, he wants to see your face light up at all the different kinds of various traditional lights and such.

idia shroud

even with the lights off in his room, truthfully i don't think idia even likes complete darkness so there's usually some night light or the illumination and light coming from his technology within his room. you could easily be drawn to it whenever you're over. he’ll even have a light right by his bed just for you if you’d like.

i bet you 100% you don't even have to ask he would quite literally make you some customize able one. it'll represent something you like (like an animal, plant or something!), you can adjust the brightness, and even change the colors... he will go all out on it and be super nervous but idia turns a quick 180 to a proud and confident demeanor when you seem excited about it. he'll proceed to ramble and tell you every little thing that he designed it to do for you do. he'll slowly start ordering online and adding more to his room.. and yours in ramshackle, lord knows there's not many working lights in there. he wants you to feel comfortable.

though he was nervous and completely against performing for the "wish upon a star" event, knowing and seeing just how happy you were to see all the star decorations lit up around the tree did give him a small sense of ease when performing.

#twst x reader #disney twst #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle x reader #jamil x reader #idia x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #jamil viper x reader #idia shroud x reader

[hollowsart]

Alright - favorite versions of mysterio? (Also I'm curious, it seems like you don't seem to care for the mcu version and that's fair and I have a sneaking suspicion I know why, but - what's the beef there?)

I've talked before about why I'm personally not a fan of the mcu version even despite having never watched the movie

[THIS] is the last ask that I answered related to the mcu version of Mysterio and answers it fairly well. but I am curious what your 'sneaking suspicion' is to why I'm not a fan of the mcu Mysterio, though? please let me know!

As for my favorite versions of Mysterio.. gonna whip this image out again & also list them down below the cut, reminder: these are not in any order:

TSSM: my number 1 brainrot. This one is a given considering he is the one that I based and designed my own Mysterio off of heavily. 1) Debatable Latin, 2) Funny, 3) melodramatic, 4) pathetic, 5) just watch [This]

Shattered Dimensions: [Exhibit A] [Exhibit B] [Exhibit C]

Webspinners: uhm.. uhm have you seen that one panel of him.. when he's first entering his old childhood home? that one panel.. is def the best he's been drawn in that comic, but also.. your honor. I could never in a million years hope to fix that man, but you gotta admit, -gestures vaguely- move over Betsy, I'm about to GET IT-- [my reaction post]

@scoutverse: Does fanmade count? because uhh.. Arcade's Quintin Beck.. he's uhm.. Arcade knows my thoughts and feelings on his ukranian twunk. how dare you make him so appealing in so many ways. I am abnormal for him. <3

Insomniac SM2: ..Listen. His whole side mission is just.. it's a chef kiss from me, okay. [the whole side mission] I am genuinely.. falling for this one. Send help-- sdkjhdsjkf

@lazydaydrawings: ..I am not above being a lover of a good monster okay. And their Mysterio? 10/10 all around. I am very normal about him I swear-- (she is lying through her teeth) I desire to learn more about him and also the entire world that they came up with for their spidersona, too!! It's so cool and just!!! YOU GOTTA CHECK IT OUT. GO!! LOOK!!

Renew Tour Vows: I just like how he looks. there's like literally nothing to his character here. I just like how he looks... his design is..... very appealing.. a shame he was only present for like 0.5 seconds :( [just look at him]

Mooseterio: THIS CREATURE HAS NOTHING BUT [THAT ONE CANON PIECE OF ART] AND [HIS CAMEO IN ATSV]. I AM DEVASTATED. ME AND LIKE 2? OTHER PEOPLE ARE (rarely/occasionally) CREATING CONTENT FOR HIM. He is a goofy funny moose with googly eye cape clasps. Rocky & Bullwinkle wannabe (affectionate) Honestly I prefer this design over the Mysteriape one by a long shot. Same goes for MJ Waterbuffalo over Mary Crane Watsow. It just looks better, more fitting/more personality.

How To Read Comics The Marvel Way: ..Listen. You just have to read it and see him for yourself. [Link to read]

616 Comics: Alright I admit I like the basic 616 comic Mysterio, too. You can't love Mysterio without loving his OG variant. Old man ran an obstacle course marathon so all the others could do a leisurely jaunt. He grew on me the more I fell in deep with liking Mysterio in general :(

Honorable Mentions: @itschr1spy, @spooky-salesman, @masterserris/@neomysterio highly recommend you talk to them about their Mysterios!! They're all really cool and unique and totally worth checking out!!

#mysterio #quentin beck #//long post

[shoko-komi]

The Komi Report - Communication 443

Read It: Mangareader Mangakakalot Viz Media (North America Exclusive) Mangadex (English updates are dead, but there’s the backlog; and Spanish + Portuguese language updates)

So. Here we are. It's the beginning of the end for the Rumiko x Wakai 'will-they-won't-they?' question. My friends; I don't care for it. Which is putting it lightly.

As I've discussed before, I've felt lukewarm about Wakai since his introduction and have been very disappointed with the way Rumiko has been written post-love triangle, and for me this chapter is a great big nail in the coffin for them both. I am not cautiously reserving my opinion until I've seen how Oda follows this up - I think this absolutely sucks.

The complete absence of chemistry is more painful than ever. This relationship is so forced.

But what had my jaw on the floor (in a terrible way) is this

Wakai was supposed to wait for Rumiko to give him an answer. She specifically asked him to wait until she was comfortable giving him an answer so she could work through her complicated feelings, and he agreed. But in this moment he decides to force her. Wakai humiliates Rumiko in front of everyone they know by ambushing her with a huge spectacle!!! That sucks!!!

That panel of everyones shocked reaction is deeply uncomfortable. And Rumiko looks mortified, confused, and unhappy. Although even if she had been drawn looking happier, that wouldn't make Oda's writing decisions here good ones.

I am almost tempted to think that the discomfort of this scene is deliberate. Like Rumiko is going to cuss him out in the next chapter and tell him "never talk to me again" for doing this to her, but to be honest I think that's just me thinking wishfully. I have no genuine reason to believe this is anything other than a completely straight attempt at romance.

It was bad enough that one of the series' best female characters was reduced from Complex Main Character status to 'forced love interest for some random guy', but now she's been completely stripped of all her agency. In her supposed love story, she hasn't even been granted the dignity of choosing her lover. Wakai has chosen; apparently Rumiko just has to accept it.

Ugh........... what a disaster. Oda is capable of such brilliant writing that I was still hoping he could find his way out of this hole, but it's only gotten so much worse aosdnlaksdnlaksdasd.

I'm feeling irritated, I'm feeling grumpy, I'm feeling disappointed.

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Alright!!! That's all tremendously frustrating!! But I'd like to wind down with some positives:

This image is funny

I love this crowd shot. I'm excited to see so many characters who haven't been around in a while.

(❁´◡`❁)

.....and that's it.

Every sock has its hole. Rumiko and Wakai are now at the bottom of a very deep, deep, deep, dark hole; but there's still the rest of the sock to eat.... I lost control of my analogy, so forget it.

With a heavy heart, I bid you farewell and safe travels. I'll see you next week; hopefully for something different than this

#komi #komi can't communicate #komi san wa komyushou desu #komi report #the komi report

[jazzymothcryptid]

Ghosts of Time; Prologue

Soldier tossed and turned. Burning memories of the war he was in kept getting to him. He tried turning his hearing aids off to nod away any potential trigger noises. That just made it worse for him. It isolated any noise and his thoughts grew too loud to even bare. He looked at the ticking clock near his bed, it read "1:40 Am". Soldier tried to get sleep at 8 Pm. So, unable to sleep, he got up and headed to the kitchen. Seeing as maybe some food will help him sleep. Or maybe it was stress eating?Either way he wanted food. He looked inside the fridge, seeing what leftovers he could snack on. he didn't want to be too loud as to not awaken any other of the mercs, so microwave food was out of the picture. Soldier saw there was some leftover fried chicken, which tastes alright cold, so he took some out, and sat down to eat.

He was halfway through the leftovers when he heard this ghostly cry, which was drawn out, and agonized. He turned to the source of the noise. there was nothing there.

"Weird...my hearing aids are turned off..." he muttered to himself, turning them back on. he finished eating and got up. Worried, he went and picked up a pistol that was lying down. he crept closer and closer to where he thought the source of the sound was. He saw a tall, thin shadow approach him. he held the gun out before a familiar voice emanated from the silhouette. "What the hell are you doing." The voice hissed. It was Spy. Soldier lowered the gun. "You didn't happen to hear an agonized cry did you?" Soldier just stared at the tall Frenchman, with a face of confusion. "If I did the whole base would be awake, Soldier." Spy grumbled.

"Well, I heard something, and my hearing aids were off!"

"then I don't know maybe you're hearing things?" Spy's tone immediately grew irritated. "Why the hell are you even awake at this hour?"

"I couldn't sleep. PTSD getting to me again"

"Well, maybe this ghostly cry is from that" Spy snorted in a sarcastic tone. he was not putting up with Soldier's bullshit.

"I've never heard such noises though!" Soldier snapped back.

"PTSD can change over time Soldier." Spy facepalms. "Just get back to bed before you awake the others. you know how Medic gets when he's up late at night."

"Alright alright, Essh..." Soldier walked back toward his bedroom, before turning and asking "What are you doing up so late?"

"Im a very light sleeper Soldier, I was checking to see if our base was breached upon hearing you rummaging through our fridge."

"Eh makes sense." Soldier turned his head around, and walked back into his bedroom.

He flopped onto bed, and stared into the ceiling. He was so tired but couldn't seem to sleep. looking back at the clock it was 2:07 a.m. Soldier sighed, and opened a drawer next to his bed, pulling out a bottle of pills. He downed a couple and laid. back down, hoping that they'd help him fall asleep. And that they did.

when Soldier awakened, it was about 7 a.m. he stood up, and looked around, adjusting his hearing aids, Put on his helmet, and left his room, heading to go eat with the other mercs.

Soldier's helmet was rather cute for such an intimidating man. it had colorful stickers on it, such as rainbows and stars. It also had a bi-flag sticker that Pyro gifted him. however, his favorite wasn't even a sticker. it was one of Demoman's smiley face sticky notes. He and Soldier were very close to each other.

Upon entering the dining room, Soldier got himself some coffee and sat down. He drank some of the coffee and just looked down.

"Aye Solly, what's with the long face? You're usually pretty loud!" Scout shouted abruptly, drinking some of his energy drink. "Everything alright man?"

"Hm? Yes, sorry didn't sleep much last night." he kept his tone quiet. still staring down at the dark brown liquid in his cup

"That's the third time this week Soldier..." Medic said with a look of concern, making himself something to eat. "Do you think something is wrong?" He turned to Soldier. "Perhaps your PTSD is getting to you?"

"been hearing 'newer' things. Not what I usually hear." He said whilst taking a sip. "It was this long, drawn-out cry of agony. My hearing aids were turned off too if that helps. I ran into Spy last night, and he didn't hear anything."

"It probably is your PTSD Soldier. Its normal for things to change." Medic said in a calm manner. "I'll prescribe you more to help with it later alright?"

"but... it wasnt... this was different!"

"i highly doubt it Soldier." "alright..." Soldier grumbled, and got up. Walking past Sniper, who was sharpening arrows.

"give yourself a rest mate... you might just be stressin' out too much."

"its hard when im constantly hearing things." Soldier growled. He went outside, and just, sat down near a tree to think.

#tf2 #tf2 au #writing #tf2 soldier #tf2 medic #tf2 solly #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #GhostsOfThePastTF2

[onceuponmyanime]

OBEY ME DEVILDOM

*I've always wanted to write about little Fluffy segments on the side about how MC felt in a new place like the Devildom with all these people she should be afraid of but finds an odd sense of belonging.

So this is my small take on it.*

The Royal Demons of the Devildom...

"Thou shall not be pass..."

"Good, you've arrived." Barbatos opened the door with a smile, "Lord Diavolo is waiting in the Study Hall."

Solomon had been kind enough to escort me as far as the front gate of the Academy, knowing that the only demons that were on the school grounds were just the two that requested my presense.

"Is something wrong?" I asked Barbatos as he guided me down the hallway.

"Why would something be the matter?" He seemed genuinely shocked that I would think otherwise.

"Usually when you're summoned back to school after everyone has gone home, it's never usually for something good."

"I see." He almost sounded puzzled, which made me think that that type of thing never really happened here.

I wasn't too sure who Barbatos was to Lord Diavolo or what his position here entailed at the Academy.

His manner screamed butler, but his personality spoke of a very intellegent being.

He had to be if he was Lord Diavolo's most trusted companion.

"Lord Diavolo only wishes to see how you are doing." Barbatos said rather cordially. "There is only so much we can get out of the student collective about your wellbeing, so we thought asking you would be more effective."

I really didn't know what to say.

Things were different here in this realm, but then a lot of things were just the same as it was when I was back at home.

I was still a loner.

I still had no friends.

And the popular people wanted nothing to do with me.

"I guess you could say it's an experience I'll never forget."

"A good experience I hope."

Lord Diavolo asked as I entered the large room filled with hardwood desks.

The future ruler of the Devildom was nothing like the demon brothers, his smile was so disarming you couldn't help but be drawn in.

Not wanting to lie, I cast my gaze elsewhere as I admitted. "It could be a little bit better."

"Those brothers aren't being unpleasant to you are they?"

Seeing the questioning look on his face, I hesitated for moment before I answered him.

Although I couldn't tell a lie to save myself, I also was not someone that liked to cause trouble.

Not for others, and definitely not for me.

"Not at all. I've never met such dedicated students before." Dedicated to themselves would be a more accurate description, but then he didn't have to know that part. "I've managed to get to know each of them fairly well."

Lucifer was a perfectionist.

Mammon was a masochist.

Leviathan was anti social.

Satan was sarcastic.

Asmodeus was narcasstic.

Beelzebub was a hog.

And Belphegor wasn't supposed to be here.

"I do hope Lucifer has made everything easy enough for you?"

He did in some ways.

"He managed to get me to my right classes when I was lost, and discouraged a few of the demon students sudden interest in me."

"And Mammon?"

I could never forget the five rules.

"He's very honest."

"Oh good." Lord Diavolo almost looked relieved. "For a moment I thought I was going to have a word with them all."

It was a good thing I didn't say anything bad about them.

"Please don't do anything on my account, they've been more then helpful since my arrival to the Devildom." I glaced up at the clock, a little concerned at how late it was getting. "If that was all you needed to know, I was wanting to head back to the House of Lamentation before nightfall."

Diavolo nodded. "I understand, would you be alright to go on your own? I can have Barbatos escort you?"

About to accept gracefully, another voice interrupted us.

"That won't be necessary." Lucifer stepped in to the study hall, his eyes looking directly at me. "I'll do the honors."

I didn't know whether to be relieved or concerned.

"Excellent. That will be all then, we will see you both tomorrow."

Lord Diavolo waved with a cheery smile.

If only everything here were as cheerful as him.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #anime #obey me! #obey me hc #obey me headcannons #obey me game #obey me barbatos #obey me lord diavolo #lord diavolo #obey me mc #obey me fanfic

[obsidiancreates]

Dissonant Magics

(Perhaps. The most Niche thing I've ever written. Icebound crossover with me and my friend's own RP.)

Queenie had been prepared to kill when she's spotted the unusual bright yellow moving through the sparse and hardy bushes the group was camping in.

She'd drawn her bow, notched her arrow, taken aim...

And then a human man had become visible.

Not what she had expected. Especially not after sensing some kind of Fey creature nearby.

And this human man was strange. She'd never seen clothes like his before. A bright yellow hat of some sort, with a strange brim only at the very front and only above his face, a sort of... flat-cap. He had a jacket the color of ground mustard seed in a style she'd never seen before, oddly unlived in and a material she couldn't begin to identify. His pants, at least, were familiar- the same material her own overalls were made of, though his shoes... laces, yes, familiar enough, but again, the style, and a strange material that made up the soles and the tips where the toes went, something white and shiny but not solid nor firm.

He had caught sight of her then, and just... stared. Only the slightest widening of his eyes betraying his startle.

"Alright now, friend," she'd said, keeping aim at the spot between his eyes, "Now I ain't interested in killin' you and I sure hope you ain't interested in killin' me, so just introduce yourself and I'll return the favor."

He nods. "My name is Yellow, and I'm lost. I don't know how I ended up here. My brothers and I were conducting an experiment with a strange artifact we'd uncovered and I was too close when the energy surged from it. I woke up here."

"Uh-huh. Can ya prove it?"

"No."

"What'd ya just say?"

"No, I cannot prove it. I can show you evidence of my brother- four of us are identical and one involved is not, but I have over a dozen of what I consider to be Siblings in total- but I cannot prove the circumstances surrounding my arrival here. I can promise on my soul that I do not mean anyone here harm, however."

Queenie peers at him.

(In another world, someone rolls a 2, and her Insight check of 7 fails.)

"Well I don't think I can risk it. You're the first person we've met out here who can talk while bein' human and your clothes are like nothin' I ever seen."

"Yes, you are also... unusual, to me. What are you?"

"You never seen a Harringon before? Now you're gettin' real unbelievable."

"Harringon." There's a look to his eyes, something Queenie doesn't like. It's searching, but it's not searching her, or the environment around them- it's just... searching. Like he's seeing something she isn't.

She pulls the arrow back a little more.

Yellow nods to himself. "I believe I understand, to a degree, where I might be. Please tell me the name of the planet we are on."

"What in the nine hells kinda question is that?"

"Nine hells. Noted. Name?"

"... Avantris."

"... That is not the expected answer. I'm lost again." He holds out his hands. "If you would like to bind me and take me as captive or prisoner, I am allowing you to do so. I need more information to work with here- these pine trees are like none I've ever seen."

Queenie squints in suspicion once more.

(The author, with xeir shitty d20, rolls a 6 for an overall Insight check of 11. Good thing the dc is set to 10 and Queenie had advantage on this willingingly open individual.)

"Alright, fine. But you keep quiet unless we ask you somethin', 'cause I still don't trust you."

"Understood. I wouldn't either."

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"Well I didn't find no fey," Queenie hollers as she gets withing sight of the campfire.

"Oh, thank the gods," she can hear Skrimm exclaim, and then the telltale thud of him falling over onto his bedroll in relief.

"Nope, just this weird human guy who can talk," she shouts again.

"WHAT?!"

She walks up to the campfire, still smoldering for heating the breakfast rations on, with a hogtied Yellow in tow. It's tough work, dragging him along- he's heavier than he looks by a staggering amount.

"Aye, I gotcha, Miss March." Barnabos walks over and easily picks Yellow up by the rope coming out of the knot binding his four limbs together. "Wha' in the hells are you wearin', lad?"

"Are you insulting my fashion sense, or experiencing genuine confusion as to the make and style of my clothing?"

There's a sharp inhale from Daisy, otherwise soundless surprise stealing her breath away.

"Do you know him?" Skrimm asks.

"No," Daisy signs. Yellow tilts his head as he watches her hand movements. "I've never met a human here who could speak. I never thought I would."

"I am not te-"

"Where did you find him?" Jornir stands, leaving heavily on his walking stick to do so- they're all especially tired today. It had been a harsh night. He moves closer, examining Yellow as he might examine a strange rune on a wall.

"Out in the thickets." Queenie crosses her arms and taps one foot rapidly against the ground. "Says he got here by messin' with some magic doohickey with his family."

"You're a... firbolg?" Yellow tilts his head yet again as he observes Jornir observing him. "And the one holding me is a... triton. The small screechy one is a goblin-"

"Well that was a little uncalled for-"

"-and the one tending the fire is a dragonborn. Am I correct?"

Jornir nods, slowly. "Why must you check?"

"I am not from Avantris, as she- I did not get her name, and I will not refer to her as the name the triton has addressed her as due to the familiar seeming nature of the method of addressing- has told me this world is called. I am from a world where we do not have goblins, tritons, harringon, firbolgs, or dragonborn- well, we do have dragonborn, but not in the same way he exists. They appear mostly human with dragon souls where I am from, but again, not in the way they do in Skyrim. ... You do not know what Skyrim is, and I've muddled the topic further. Dammit."

"Speakin' a lo' o' nonsense," Barnabos growls. "Are you a witch?!" He shakes Yellow a bit.

"My brother is, as is my grandpa, but I am not."

"But you are not human," Jornir rumbles. His blind eye glows with magic as he looks for the same in Yellow. "Your are.... encased, in a.... strange, unnatural magic."

"Yes. I am an artificial being- I am made of metal and glass and electricity, lightning, and also contain a magic stone as a secondary power source that has given me an approximation of a living soul, or a soul by the standards of my own world. I do not know if it qualifies as one here."

"A-a man made of metal? Like that fuckin' thing on the horse we keep seeing?!" Skrimm summons the Brutal Blade to his hand. "Why do we keep running into these bastards?!"

"I am not aligned with anyone."

"Besides, Skrimm," Taishen says, finally joining the conversation now that he has tea to pass to everyone (and a cup set aside in case the currently hogtied man becomes an ally). "This man isn't metal. He has skin!"

"It is synthetic- made with chemical combinations. ... Alchemy. You may peel it off of a part of me, I will not feel pain and there will be no blood."

"Ah... no, I don't I will."

Daisy, setting her jaw, walks up and pulls out a hunting knife. She hesitates as she holds the blade to the man's cheek- the only thing accessible to her as Barnabos keeps Yellow suspended in the air.

"Gods, I'm gonna be sick."

"Do it." Jornir keeps his eyes on Yellow. "We must know."

Daisy breathes out, and cuts the skin on his cheek, deep.

No blood. And it scrapes against something that is not bone.

"Peel it," Yellow says again.

She does, just a little.

Underneath is something incomprehensible. colors and metals and materials she's never seen before, even more foreign than whatever makes up his clothes- and it's all so warm. It's only now she realizes how ill-suited his clothing truly is for the weather, and how he's shown no sign of freezing, and the heat she feels as she almost trance-like traces her finger against the... casing, under his skin and strange non-muscle muscle, makes that no mystery.

The camp is speechless for a moment.

"Three of my brothers are the same," Yellow says in the silence. "One was once human, then infused with similar technology, what our world calls a cyborg. We are all magic in some sense or manner, though magic in our world works very differently to how it works here- assuming, of course, I have correctly identified the kind of universe we are in."

Skrimm looks a little like his own brain is overheating. "... Well, what the fuck does that mean?!"

"It means I would like to be set down, though I do not need to be untied. The snow will help keep me cool as I work to download all the D&D guides I can find using only magical connection and not Wifi."

"What the fuck is D&D??!"

#legends of avantris #sia character rp #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Ok ok so in an earlier ask I asked for a penpal situation between Croc and Ivy and I was wondering if a gender neutral/nonconforming reader could receive a romantic letter (with a little bit of spice thrown in) as if they were lovers before the rogues went back to Arkham.

The reader in question is a plant lover, into saving the environment, very kind and sweet and nonjudgmental, and also a little nerdy. No name is preferred (even the placeholder y/n).

Love Letter Double Feature! Killer Croc x Reader and Poison Ivy x Reader

Alright you got it. Since you sent me this in one ask I'll just do them back to back starting with Waylon. As a reminder this is for my Valentines Event for this week! as a note ((text)) is an observation on the letter, not something they wrote out.

TW: suggestive

You've received a letter that the paper is a little beaten up. On close inspection, you can see pen marks that have pressed too hard and almost gone through. There's white-out in a couple places. It's slightly crumpled as though someone kept taking it out and handling it. Maybe to read it over and make sure it was good?

Cher,

I kept writing this over and over. Feels like shit and it's not good enough, you know? And don't give me crap about it not being a big deal. It's gotta be nice. Never had anyone to write to for Valentine's before.

Where do you even start? I love you, you know that part. You give me this joie de vivre that's hard to put into words. like it's worth it to get up in the morning. Even in fucking Arkham. Counting down my days. Bullshit they're only letting me write you for now instead of letting you visit. I think most of the rogues here have somebody trying to visit.

And damn do I got an envie to see you cher, to feel you. You're so warm and cute, even when you're talking about some nerdy thing you got into. Actually, that's when you're cutest. You get so into it. Makes you look tasty. Can't get into too many details, they read our letters. But you know. ((There's a wobbly winky face drawn here.))

Don't deserve you, but I got you. The kindest person I've ever met. But you gotta be careful, babe, you can't save the whole world. So don't do anything crazy while I'm gone, alright?

Love,

Waylon

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You've received a letter with mossy growth on the envelope. It's not a lot, but even this much tells you exactly who it's from. The letter itself has an almost intoxicating smell. You close your eyes and it's like being in a private secret garden lush with life. With a shaky breath, you open the letter.

Hello lover,

I hope you like my gift. A little experiment I've run in my cell. I've had to assure the guards that crossbreeding moss won't be the grand escape plan of the year. Give it some love and care- you'd enjoy using it for ground cover or even a small terrarium. Seeing what you do with the plants I give you makes me deliriously happy. I can't thank you enough for taking care of my personal collection in my stead.

Not everyone would be brave enough, but I think my babies sense that you're a kind soul. It's what drew myself to you, after all. Someone who genuinely cares about what I do and not just my looks. That's what's always enticed me about you, love. All the men and women that would quake and quiver at my feet and you are the jewel amongst all of them.

I miss you dearly. Between being restricted in how I can grow, and knowing you're going to bed alone- my time here at Arkham seems to move even slower than normal. I just want to see you. To share our moments in our private, intimate grove. Remember the last time we were together and the bedroom turned tropical?

I'm laughing now even thinking about it. Let's aim for our own apartment ecosystem once I'm home.

Love,

Pamela

#foxy valentines event #foxwriting #killer croc #waylon jones #poison ivy #pamela isley #x reader #not waylon writing out his letter seven times

[minmin-pal]

you don't have to send a reply or even an answer really, i know it's close to the time so please feel free to ignore this and give yourself some time or just do something else you'd like other than answering a tumblr ask lmao/lh/gen

welcome back to custard/mikey/mustard/🍮 speedrunning asks in 2 hours go!

'Trying to become happy by doing assassinations' caught me off guard but yay I've already properly fixed and added the stuff you said to my watch guide, i appreciate the 'using the wrong pronouns for extra concealing' lol, ty jjba veteran for ur wisdom :pray: /gen

i've gotten so used to expecting them to come back too lol, but yes alright, thank you for the advice :D maybe i can somehow make it thru jjba with even a quarter of my feelings intact? (I'm not confident in that either ::/j/lh)

and woah I'm glad you were able to enjoy naruto! and yeah truee the possessed fox mode(?) thing always looked so cool and reminding is understandable lol, and now that you mention it he really would've been that one friend everyone would have in elem lmao. his cheery, rebellious to teachers and pulls pranks, he definitely would've been a popular kid or something during elem (is elem the same as primary school? ;;)

ngl i'd maybe say the reason gaara was more appealing than sasuke is maybe he was actually a nice character?/lh also younger gaara was very adorable to watch but yeah sasuke was just being a tad bit of an asshat lol

and ohh, people's opinions on tsunade is often positive leaning but it's neat to hear your thoughts on jiraiya and orochimaru are often like switched, if that makes sense? it's fun to see other opinions finally exist lmao, jiraiya was weird as heck but he had that character appeal going on somehow lol/pos

the 'hercules-corona borealis great wall' new term i never knew existed, ty for this brain food :pray:

and ah, somehow that single image you inserted of the dude drawn in the first style explains it (art looks nice though, muscles so cool omg/lh/pos)

I'm getting the same feeling that aot will end in the same-ish manner that killer in love did, just completely turn everything on the viewers heads and make us all feel emotionally exposed or smth lol, i'm gonna have to put on some protective gear before restarting the anime ;;

oh wait there's a csm part 2? I haven't heard much about it though it makes sense if his still working on it, and yep csm has already been added to my to-read list and csm2 is joining >:)

oyasumi punpun sounds very cute, i will be checking that out now, i need to feel feelings again after speedrunning killer in love lol/hj/lh

"boy's abyss" added to the collection (i will actually finish this list I swear lmao/gen) help naur "you didn't dislike kokoa, and that's really telling of you as a person" had me worried if it was bad for a few seconds TT/lh

and yeah I'm really glad they made her kinda of a victim too, really pulled the story together especially in the 'backstory leading to her walking off into the distance' ending (and yeah don't worry about any of it being too short or anything, it's understandable so pls don't strain urself :D/lh)

oh yeah, seeing a character make the same decisions or do the same thing as you and it's being shown/viewed(?) as a bad thing, is definitely an eye-opener moment

i don't know all the details and this might seem unwarranted but you were both human and I'm sorry they left you so suddenly (i'm not trying to come as all like- dunno pompous or anything i swear ;;) not trying to argue since it might've been the healthy decision for them and i can respect that, i'm sorry you had to be left alone so suddenly though/gen (i hope this didn't come off badly ;;/lh)

we're speedruninngg :run:

and yay, yeah i really did it like it, thank you again for getting me to read it/gen the wholw story and it's art in general was very lovely:]<3

(mustard is my new, nEW name that will appear on my birth certificate lmao, also how did i not think of that sooner it was literally staring me in the face lol)

i'm answering the first of the 'thank you and nice to meet you' post thing and i reached where you said you were physically running out of time and i am also running out of time physically, the irony is making me cackle lol/hj/lh

it makes me a bit sad too, but i'm really glad i did meet you (as much as meeting you counts to stumbling across your blog?) i might not have said this enough times, but reading you rant off on random tangents and just talking about silly random stuff that you liked and things that mattered to you was genuinely a very fun experience that i won't be forgetting./gen

mayb the afterlife or void or whatever turns out to be meeting you there, does have wifi, i mean you can never be too sure right lmao? I can imagine it might just be 2 bars or something tho lol/lh

bye bye to you too min, and yeah no worries, the end poem has a special place for me so i don't consider it corny at all that you brought up, not gonna lie the first time i read your response seeing the response just made me bawl harder lol,

you like showing me stuff and i like watching you show me stuff, it's very fun would reccomended:D/lh reccomended:D/lh

don't be sorry, you don't need to be/lh/gen

thank you for that, (am i allowed to save it?/genq/nf) making you tear up was the goal muahaha >:)/hj/lh

even if it's not new, i stand by "all min art is good art", thank you. genuinely for everything min. this has been a very nice few 47(?) days of knowing you and i'll always check back on here, i know you said promises don't count to dead people, but welp unfortunately one of us will still be alive and chilling so that promise is gonna get fulfilled >:) my evil masterplan all along, it's gonna take you so long to scroll down thru my jjba review part 1 ask with the shitty wifi in the afterlife/again, whichever ends up waiting

i'll take care of little dustball min >:) could go to a cat cafe, i heard you liked cats./lh

It nice meeting you min, thank you for everything genuinely, it's been nice.

love you stranger :D

gonna go offline permanently in 5 mins (plus i will be deleting a lot of posts- just cus i dont want to be known for some of these) so i cant go too indepth

im really happy we spoke. i sometimes would worry that people who found me off my more. sad stuff would never know me much and im happy u let me . not be so depressing and let me rant about fuckin g jojos bizarre adventure to you

thanks mustard custard mikey and see u in the next ecosystem

[neopronouns-in-action]

Neopronouns in Action #056: Thrown for a Loop

Neopronouns: cat/cats/catself which follow the same rules as

Replace it with cat

Replace its with cats

Replace itself with catself

EX:

"It is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as it gets a fence set up around its yard so the puppy can go outside without it having to walk it. Its uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting it use, since it lost its. It's going to buy toys and train the puppy itself."

Becomes:

"Cat is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as cat gets a fence set up around cats yard so the puppy can go outside without cat having to walk it. Cats uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting cat use, since cat lost cats. Cat's going to buy toys and train the puppy catself."

= = =

A very long, drawn out sigh, followed by the thud of something heavy hitting wood, and a sharply spit out swear word from the desk on the far side of the room, the one cat had been trying to avoid looking at, was cat's warning that cat'd said something wrong.

Instructor Kohen, who was interviewing cat, lowered the clipboard she'd been writing on and swiveled her chair around to look at the person who'd sighed while cat sat there in tense silent, trying to figure out what cat'd said that cat shouldn't have.

All cat'd done was mention cats parents farm, over near Walldin. Instructor Kohen had asked cat where cat'd grown up. So cat'd told them about the farm, and how cat was here hoping to be able to send money back home to support cats parents and ten younger siblings, because cats mom was pregnant again and they needed all the help they could get...

Now, cat watched Instructor Kohen turn and raise an eyebrow at the person at the other desk, the person cat was too afraid to look at.

“You alright, Xr. Bree?” He asked, using an honorific cat had never heard before arriving at the work camp. “Exiir”, pronounced like “ex, ear” was a title used by the leader of the Mutual Aid Initiative, or MAI, in place of Mr. or Ms. It was nonbinary, so used Xr. instead, and called itself an othran instead of a man or woman. Cat wondered if being nonbinary was the same thing as being genderfucked, but didn't want to ask, since cat didn't want to look at Xr. Bree.

Instructor Kohen was bigender, and was both a man and a woman at the same time, so her pronouns alternated between he/him and she/her.

Cat was still too nervous to actually look over at Xr. Bree, but cat did hear it when it said, with another sigh, “I just remembered something I forgot to do.”

And then there was the sound of wheels squeaking on the wooden floor, and suddenly the voice was getting closer, accompanied by footsteps and the rhythmic click of metal. And to cats shock and horror, cat realized that it was being directly addressed, when Xr. Bree said:

“Would you mind showing me around your family's farm, Cat? I'd love to meet your parents and see what I can do to help out around the place. I've got a green thumb, and a few dozen passionfruit vines waiting to be transplanted, the kind with the white flowers--Lauri's favorite.”

The shock of actually being spoken to by the most important person in the country, along with the fact that it somehow knew cats mother's name, made cat turn to look, despite cats better judgment.

And immediately, cat regretted it as the shifting, kaleidoscopic-like effect surrounding the othran immediately sent a spike of pain into cats head behind cats eyes, forcing them shut instinctively almost immediately, not even giving cat any time to actually process what cat was seeing. The world seemed to spin, and cat was glad cat was already sitting down, or cat'd probably have fallen over.

“Hey, woah, are you okay?” That was Xr. Bree again, with Instructor Kohen's almost identical exclamation a moment later.

Keeping cats eyes firmly shut, cat lifted a hand to cats head to try and stop it from spinning.

“Are you okay?” Instructor Kohen asked, and cat felt a steadying hand on cats shoulder. “When was the last time you had anything to drink?”

Cat knew cat wasn't dehydrated, cat always made sure to have clean water cat drank throughought the day, along with whatever fruit was in season, but cat temporarily couldn't speak, what should have been the darkness behind cats eyes instead filled with flashing ropes of colors. Red, blue, green, yellow, white, spinning and stretching off out of view, like an afterimage of what cat'd seen when cat looked at Xr. Bree.

Cat turned cats head away from where cat knew Xr. Bree was standing, and, instantly, the lights vanished, letting cat breathe a sigh of relief as the dizziness began to lessen noticeably.

Cat cleared cats throat, and thought maybe cat would be able to speak now if cat tried. But what was cat supposed to say?

How do you tell someone, let alone tell the most important, powerful person in the country, that you couldn't look at it without seeing ribbons of light even when your eyes were closed? It was ridiculous to even think.

But cat was going to have to say something. Xr. Bree wanted to see cats parent's farm. There was no way cat would be able to make the week's journey there without looking at Xr. Bree.

The question was, how in the world was cat going to explain this?

#long post #short story #writing prompts #short stories #pronouns #neopronouns #cat/cats #cat/catself #cat/cats/catself #catcatspronouns #nounself pronouns in action #nounself pronouns #neopronouns in action #neopronoun short story #neopronoun writing prompts #neopronoun short stories #IYKYK lol.

[hopjam]

alright gamers usually i would make a proper drawing to go along with this post but i've already drawn a lot lately already so i guess i'm not doing that today. ANYWAY so as you may or may not know i have an nms traveler anomaly oc

this thing. yes. this thing

their name is iteration: pandora and i literally just wanted an excuse to talk about why i named them that (or why i think the nms player character would be named that) because i have found out as of late that there is very much an nms lore community on tumblr and that fact has been fueling me to nmspost nonstop. also can you tell i don't actually have anyone else who is in-the-know about the lore of this game to infodump to lmao

i'm putting this under a read more. massive nms spoilers follow

SO. let me make one thing clear. i have no goddamned clue whether or not the traveler anomaly counts under the "traveler" race or if they're like a secret, wholly separate fifth thing BUT i think the general consensus seems to be the former so i think i'm going with that?

right. and if the traveler anomaly is a traveler who has stepped foot onto the anomaly (the location), then they must've surely heard of the other iterations who were given names because nada and polo didn't want to call them by numbers

and—isn't the thought of that nice, in a way? the traveler anomaly woke up without a "before" with no memories nor self to call their own, and presumably up to this point they've done less of "exploring" and more of "surviving".

wouldn't it be lovely to have a name one can be addressed by, a string of letters and sounds to anchor oneself to even in the deepest depths of the dark?

ahem. anyway. here's why i picked "pandora" for them specifically

i understand that the named traveler iterations (with the exception of -null-) are named after greek gods, and that the mythological pandora is the name of the first ever human in greek mythology instead (except in accounts that depict epimetheus as the first man instead of prometheus' brother).

however, my idea is that. like. you know how the iterations are all various kinds of nonhuman-looking humanoids, except for the traveler anomaly who simply just looks like a person in a spacesuit?

if the traveler anomaly is the last iteration, then i feel like it makes sense to consider them the closest the atlas has ever gotten to replicating a "real" human (and possibly its own creator) since real astronauts do actually wear spacesuits and helmets, thus also making them—in a way—the first """human""" of the no man's sky universe.

and if the traveler anomaly is a replica of the atlas' creator and possibly the closest one to ever make the cut, then aren't they technically responsible for the simulation, in a way?

pandora opened the jar which contained all of the evils of humanity. the creator of the atlas gave birth to a world that'll soon fold in upon itself within sixteen minutes.

however, what pandora found at the bottom of the jar she opened was hope. as the end of days approaches, the lines between universes and realities blend together to give two people who would've never met each other otherwise the opportunity to explore together until the very fabric of reality all comes crumbling down.

but it was still worth it, isn't it? at the very least, you had someone to call company in those last sixteen minutes.

‎‎ㅤ

anyway i decided to just name my oc "iteration: pandora" because i don't think anyone else is already doing that so

#wow i did not plan on waxing poetic this much especially near the end. my bad #also if i got any lore stuff wrong please don't beat my ass it's been like two years since i last did any of the main campaigns lmao #no man's sky #nms #nms spoilers #val talks

[kiruuuuu]

Kiru's Advent Calendar, Day 8💋

I sat on this one for way too long - started it around New Year's and never got around to posting it. Once the idea was in my head, it wouldn't let go and so I've ended up writing an 8k PWP! I'm posting it in two parts and I hope you like it as much as Smoke does 😁 (Smoke/Mute, Rating E, smut: sex pollen/drugs, light oxygen deprivation, ~3.7k words)

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“Top floor’s clear”, Smoke passes into the comms, receiving acknowledgement from Thatcher in return. The others seem to have drawn the shorter straw as he can still hear gunfire downstairs, and he gathered from a few conversation snippets that there’s several basement levels to raid before they can examine the building complex and its use to the terrorists any further. They did locate a bio-lab early on and came here with a vague idea from the intel that tipped them off in the first place, but nothing concrete. “You lads need us?”

“We could use Sledge, the bastards barricaded themselves in.”

The Scotsman nods in Smoke’s direction and hurries towards the door right away, movements swift and much too quiet for his sheer size. “I’m heading downstairs”, he informs the rest of their team, leaving Smoke and Mute behind in the large storage room littered with crates, lockers, stacks of materials covered with tarpaulins and – a recent addition – several bodies.

“Let’s see if we find something useful”, Smoke addresses Mute who hasn’t spoken (or moved, for that matter) for a minute now, and when he doesn’t receive a response, he adds a prompting: “Alright?”

Mute remains silent for a few seconds longer before letting out a quiet curse, which is very unlike him. He’s glued in place, expression impossible to discern through his mask, and seems to support himself with one hand against a shelf. Instantly, alarm bells begin blaring in Smoke’s head – after years on the job, he can tell when he’s losing someone, and Mute is rapidly drifting away from him, though he doesn’t know the reason yet. He strides over to him, touches his arm and mutters his name in a tone of voice betraying his concern.

“I’m fine”, Mute reassures him, sounding a bit strangled. “I’m just – don’t worry. I need -”

He does not sound fine at all. None of this is fine, and Smoke struggles to keep down the panic. Not him, please not him, he thinks and isn’t even sure what he’s afraid of – Mute is young and spry and somehow escaped most of the horrors and stress the job entails, hasn’t picked up any PTSD along the way, skirted around anxiety, avoided panic attacks and possesses one of Rainbow’s most stable minds. He’s not susceptible to sudden changes in mood like this, especially not on a mission. Which is precisely why Smoke is uncomfortably close to being terrified.

That, and he’s simply worried about a friend.

“Mark”, he tries again, ignoring procedure to emphasise how much he needs a straight answer right now, “what’s wrong?”

At least now he’s not getting more fibs. Though the alternative isn’t any more comforting: Mute is taking off his mask. During a mission.

Granted, they’re done with their part and the others will be soon, too, but still. He reveals a wild shock of hair, flattened on one side, sticking up on the other, a flushed face and glazed-over eyes, breathing heavier than normal, and if it weren’t for the circumstances, Smoke would be unable to keep his gaze on him for a plethora of reasons. He looks… obscene, almost. Like he just -

Moist lips, already parted, blurt out: “I feel weird.”

You look weird, Smoke doesn’t say and tries to keep the alarm he feels from showing on his face. Concerned, he scrambles to pull a glove off, pinching his fingertips more than necessary in the process, and touches his bare hand to Mute’s forehead. He’s burning hot and apparently unstable on his feet, swaying towards Smoke and making a small, pitiful sound as soon as skin touches skin. If Smoke is honest, it’s a relief – a physical reaction is usually easier to deal with than a mental one and this seems to be either an illness or…

Well. Or what?

“James”, Mute says without a follow-up, clearly unable to articulate his needs, and Smoke jumps as hands come up to his face now, tugging on his own mask, slipping under the material, gloved fingertips brushing over the nape of his neck. Mute manages to remove it before Smoke can stop him, and under the soft light of the large room, he appears more vulnerable than Smoke has ever seen him. If he really is ill, it must be serious to cloud his judgement like this, to let his guard down entirely and drag Smoke with him, to lose all bearing of where they are and why.

This is enough. He needs help.

“Smoke to Doc”, he mutters into his radio, “you got a mo-”

And then suddenly, there’s a hand on his throat, pushing him backwards; he almost trips over someone’s leg before his backside hits the edge of a crate and Mute stumbles into him, the grip around Smoke’s neck firm yet without pressure. “Don’t”, he hisses, speaking over Doc’s affirmative response. “It’s fine. Don’t.” Along with his insistent shake of the head, he manages to convince Smoke to at least delay outside help. But he better fess up about what’s going on with him.

Their eyes locked, Mute’s widened and unblinking, Smoke reaches for the handheld again and replies: “No worries, all good. Carry on.”

The ensuing silence stretches on for half an eternity during which a thumb caresses Smoke’s jaw in a gesture much too erotic to be accidental. Paired with the hard stare, it’s disconcerting, throwing him off balance, skewing his own assessment. Mute’s gaze drops a few inches and somehow, that’s what makes some of the much needed blood from Smoke’s brain rush downwards. As their breaths mingle, he knows he better say something soon.

“Mark, be honest now, what’s -”

Once again, he’s cut short, except this time it’s Mute’s mouth on his own silencing him. And… excuse him?

Wait a second.

Hold up.

Muscle memory is what ultimately saves the moment, taking control of Smoke’s body to ensure he actually reciprocates the kiss instead of just standing there with his jaw on the floor like the world’s tiniest whale shark – muscle memory has him tilt his head, lean into what’s happening, open his lips for Mute’s tongue (what the hell what the bloody hell), while his mind is in absolute emergency mode. This… has never happened before. He never expected it to happen. Sure, he’d hoped, hoped with every fibre of his being, but never once did he actually think it’d happen someday.

All kinds of thoughts are racing through his mind, the loudest one a very simple well thank FUCK, accompanied by a more muted what took us so long; his heart sings, his consciousness floats, his stomach flutters. The context matters not, what matters is that Mute is making out with him like he did in so many of Smoke’s dreams (so, so many), which, again, is very unexpected. Because what Smoke figured he’d be like is… more hesitant. Softer. Passive. Instead -

Instead, Mute is shoving his tongue down Smoke’s throat like his life depends on it, and though it’s utterly lovely in countless ways, it’s also bloody hot. He can barely keep up with the younger man, clings to him for support as he melts away, forgetting about the mission, the bodies surrounding them, the odd way Mute behaved before. Every single time their lips move against each other in an attempt to devour, Smoke exerts what little control he still has over his body to stop himself from moaning. It feels so good. It feels so right. This moment is the culmination of months, years of secret pining, of bottling up, of sneaking glances here and there, of the strange duality of wanting to be close but not too close. Just in case. Just in case Mute would get worried about messing up their friendship.

When they separate, Smoke gasps for air, blinking rapidly as he struggles to process what’s going on, and makes the mistake of meeting Mute’s eyes. He’s staring down at him with so much hunger it causes a shiver to run down Smoke’s entire body – Mute looks unhinged, as if something awakened inside him, like he’s going to ravish him any second now. Gloved fingers, still wrapped around Smoke’s throat, brush over his pulse point, causing his crotch to throb in response. He almost doesn’t dare to breathe.

Somehow, he always thought he’d be the instigator between the two of them, that he’d take control and guide Mute, push him wherever necessary and ease off at the slightest hint of discomfort. He saw himself sharing his own experiences to provide inspiration, fulfilling fantasies and providing lots of encouragement. He pictured Mute’s face, full of wonder and astonishment.

He did not think Mute was going to utterly wreck him.

“Babe”, he whispers, voice hitching at the slight twitch of fingers on his skin, a twinge of annoyance visible on Mute’s face for a second at the nickname, “do that again.”

No need to ask twice. It’s sloppy and wet and deep and perfect, the kind of open-mouthed kisses he’d envisioned for their third date. They’re full of determination and Mute’s intentions become crystal clear when he removes his hand from Smoke’s throat to start undoing all the clasps and zips holding his own uniform together.

Wow. Smoke’s brain malfunctions for a second. He wants to – what? Now? Here? Right now??

Not that’s he’s complaining, really, the mere thought of getting to look at Mute’s nude body is enough to make his lower half tingle, but it strikes him as oddly out of character for Mute, when he’s normally the serious one, all professional. They should postpone this until they’re back at the hotel, at least until they’re back in the van in the last row by themselves, back in their normal clothes, but certainly not -

Christ, Mute’s skin is gorgeous. With every inch he reveals, Smoke gets more nervous, and by the time his entire chest is visible, they’ve even interrupted their heated making out so he can ogle the other man better. He’s sculpted beautifully, his smooth skin endless, dark nipples perked up in reaction to the cool air, the bumps and ridges of his abs practically begging for Smoke’s tongue, the thin trail of black hairs leading from his navel to where Mute is currently fumbling with more -

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, babe”, Smoke speaks up, voice uneven. He doesn’t sound convincing even to his own ears. “Why don’t we take our time –”

There go Mute’s trousers. And good heavens, is he ready.

Smoke, conflicted, bites his lip to distract himself from the large bulge in Mute’s pants, the toned thighs, this enticing smell unique to Mute… and obviously fails horribly. Tentative, he reaches out and puts his palm on Mute’s side, brushes his thumb over ribs, strokes soft, warm skin. He can hear Mute’s laboured breathing, the lad terribly worked up already (and dear god, the thought of him psyching himself up for this is both endearing and sexy), the rise and fall of his chest getting faster the longer Smoke’s hand explores the vast expanse of skin. He dips a fingertip into the navel, reaches around to pull Mute even closer to him and rubs gently over a nipple.

Between them, Mute’s barely constrained erection twitches in response.

Alright. Yeah.

That’s it.

Smoke can practically feel something inside him snap at the sight and throws all decency, all inhibitions overboard. Who the hell cares if they get it on now, the others are doing fine and nobody is likely to bother them. Besides, most of them would be thrilled to hear he finally got to… that he might get to… (and his mind isn’t even ready to think it yet, it costs a surprising amount of effort to voice it clearly, even to himself) – he might have the chance to fuck Mute.

So yes. No more half-hearted protesting. He’s on board now. He’s going to worship Mute’s body like it deserves to be worshipped, he’ll go along with whatever it is this madman has in mind, he’ll succumb and -

“Touch me”, Mute mutters with an unexpected amount of heat in his voice, grabs Smoke’s ungloved hand and shoves it down his underwear.

Oh.

Instinctively, his fingers curl around the hard shaft, marvelling at the silky skin, not prepared for how hot it feels against his palm. It’s got a mind of its own, jumping at the slightest touch, pulsing in Smoke’s grip and when he swipes his thumb over the exposed head, Mute whimpers.

At this point, Smoke is worried he’ll end up humping the other man’s hip for a few seconds before coming into his pants, but it’s not like he could stop, ever, not with Mute moving closer and tilting his pelvis to allow for better access while Smoke pets him awkwardly, the waistband cutting into his wrist. To hell with it. He yanks down Mute’s underwear – all inhibitions overboard, remember – and wraps both his hands around the hard erection so he can feel it all.

And, uh. Sure, he’s got comparatively small hands. But Jesus Christ.

Even in the slight panic that follows, he’s aware of how wrecked Mute looks already, empty gaze directed at nothing in particular, expression vacant apart from his wet, parted lips. It only encourages Smoke to keep going. One hand moves further down to cradle Mute’s balls while the other starts stroking him in earnest, and there’s a hopeful voice in the back of his brain wondering whether it’s realistic to get Mute off quickly so he lasts longer for his second round, preferably with Smoke’s dick up his magnificent arse. The thought has his own arousal spike, his cock straining uncomfortably against his uniform in anticipation (and maybe he should jerk off as well, because there’s no way he’d last more than ten seconds buried inside the man for whom he’s been pining for so long now).

A heartbeat later, he’s dying inside because Mute is moaning right into his ear. No sign of restraint, just open-mouthed groaning as he moves his hips in sync with Smoke’s hand and clings to him like he’s his lifeline. It’s getting warmer by the second, Smoke is starting to sweat and unsuccessful in trying to squirm away from this burning body trapping him against the crate behind him, and when a tongue brushes over his earlobe, he moans right back. Good god, the lad must be horribly pent up to react this strongly.

There’s no time to worship him. There’s probably not even time to go all the way, sadly, so Smoke makes a decision – and sinks to his knees. He’s always loved giving head, loves the taste, the texture, the reactions, but his bad gag reflex often interferes if he wants to try any more than that. Right now, Mute looks like he’s going to cream himself any second now though, which means Smoke can safely blow him to completion, drink his sperm and watch him orgasm. A win-win, really.

He wraps his lips around the soft head and smiles at the helpless noise which follows. Mute is big enough that it’s a struggle, his skin slightly salty, but Smoke manages to get a few inches in, pulls off again to lick over the tip, lick the precum off and watch Mute lose his mind. He’s beautiful in his disbelief, utterly dishevelled, breathing deeply and supporting himself on the object behind Smoke, looming over him with despair showing in his expression. He’s flushed, ears bright red, thighs spreading even though Smoke doesn’t need the space, and tense all over – muscles bulge and dance beneath smooth skin. While Smoke bobs his head, swirls his tongue over the glans and presses it against the shaft as he sucks on it, he lets his eyes wander over the man he’s been obsessing about, relishing the sudden intimacy between them. He loves this so much.

But just as he got used to the fuzzy feeling in his stomach and the way his heart is trying to beat its way out of his chest, he notices something innocuous. Well, not really innocuous, not even at first glance, his mind is just so muddled that he doesn’t recognise it instantly; it’s more of a huh, what’s this.

And then it hits him. On his knees, Mute’s dick in his mouth, palms kneading the strong thighs framing his head, he’s suddenly presented with an explanation for what’s going on.

There’s a small object sticking out of the side of Mute’s calf, a silvery thing half-hidden by the uniform which got tangled up around it because it pierces both the fabric and Mute’s skin. A blow dart. They’ve encountered this kind before, it’s one of this branch of terrorists’ favourite weapons and usually laced with poison or similar, except in this case it wasn’t poison at all. It was what they were researching at this location, something to put opponents out of action without doing any real harm. And it all makes sense now.

Bloody hell.

Smoke’s gaze flicks up and all he can think for a hot second is: the poor lad’s not gonna be able to look me in the eye ever again.

He’d be lying if he claimed he wasn’t disappointed, but there’s also some relief in the revelation: he knows what’s wrong now, knows what caused Mute to behave like this, and he knows it’s nothing serious. Nothing serious between them either. Which, sure, is a real downer, but now Smoke doesn’t have to figure out how to navigate all the difficult conversations they’ll have to have, they can just chalk this up to momentary madness, forget about it and go back to the way things were. Because they weren’t so bad, right? They were friends.

Still. That means Smoke should stop this instant, just stop and walk away and let Mute take care of this in peace because he can’t know whether the other man really wants this and he can’t take his word for it either. It’s the ethical thing to do. It’s what he really should do.

Except, well, Mute takes advantage of his brief distraction to shove half his dick into Smoke’s mouth. Not enough to make him gag yet, but enough to cause slight panic, especially when Mute withdraws and does it again with a sound so desperate Smoke feels it in his fingertips. Left with no choice, he opens as wide as he can, digs his nails into Mute’s thighs and braces himself against the supportive crate behind him while his hopeless crush starts fucking his mouth.

He can sense the restraint behind it, and still Mute pushes deep, forces his shaft past Smoke’s lips, leaving him barely any time to suck on it, advancing with every thrust until Smoke struggles to breathe, pushes against the iron thighs, casts a pleading glance upwards but receives no mercy. Mute is gone, lost in the bliss of it all, biting his lip so hard he’s almost drawing blood, staring down at Smoke with such hopeless longing, any noise he makes coming from deep within while Smoke can’t breathe.

It’s impossibly erotic and somewhere at the edge of Smoke’s mind he’s aware of how hard he is, how his crotch pulses in time with Mute’s movements, how close he is to pressing a palm against his clothed erection and rubbing it until he comes. Saliva is running down his chin, dripping down, tears are forming in the corners of his eyes at the rough treatment and he can’t get enough; Mute is a fucking animal, moaning louder every time Smoke gags around him, throat closing around the silken shaft, only allowed brief moments of respite when he’s greedily sucking in air. His nose is coming in contact with the curled hairs at the base of Mute’s cock now, that’s how deep he is, and Smoke feels like he’s going to pass out any second. Hot flesh invades his lips over and over, shoves itself deep and Smoke’s toes are curling in helpless desire.

After what feels like an eternity, Mute’s hips finally stutter, lose their merciless rhythm culminating in a few sharp thrusts until he buries himself entirely in Smoke’s throat, shaft bulging and pulsing as he comes with a low growl, spurting bitter viscous liquid even as he withdraws, the last drops hitting Smoke’s tongue as the head drags over it, leaving behind a bruised and aching throat. Smoke coughs, gasps, pants, too weak even to wipe his mouth as his arms fall to his sides, every point of contact with Mute disappearing. It’s a miracle he didn’t climax himself.

Smoke can’t remember the last time he felt so used and he’s worried his voice will die on him if he tries to state out loud how much he loved it. He’s still drooling. He will never be able to get over the fact that he now knows what Mute tastes like, what he sounds like when he comes, how noisy he is, how reckless he can be. Sure, most of it may be the drug’s fault, but a man can dream.

“I’m sorry”, a broken voice mutters above him. “I’m so sorry. James. I’m sorry.”

With effort, he tears his gaze away from the thick, glistening organ right before him. Mute has never been this beautiful, utterly debauched and rumpled and wide-eyed and Smoke wants to hug him and tell him everything is fine. More than fine. “That was the hottest shite to ever happen to me”, he rasps and hopes his unsteady tone doesn’t diminish his sincerity.

Once again, teeth capture Mute’s lower lip anxiously, the young man radiating unease – and Smoke realises the dick at eye level shows no inclination to deflate. If anything, it’s increased in girth.

Right.

Okay.

Yeah, he remembers the double entendre in the drug’s official report, something about ‘potency’ which turns out not to be exaggerated – that, or Mute has kept this specific aspect of youth entirely too alive. His release seems to have calmed him down somewhat, the agitated urgency has faded, so hopefully his cognitive abilities are returning to allow for more… informed decisions. “Do you want me to leave?”, Smoke asks and is 100% ready to make his getaway in case Mute provides the slightest of nods. He’s playing with fire.

A pause, during which Smoke prays to whichever deity might be listening. Then, slowly, Mute shakes his head.

#rainbow six siege #fanfic #smoke #mute #smoke/mute #in any case this has lived rent free in my head for quite a while now #kac

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How I Fell For The Devil

Part 3!

Watching the man in front of you stare at you with intent, your fingers immediately went to the metal pendant sitting between your breasts. Picking it up and sliding it back and forth as you waited for him to answer.

"Do you really wish to know that, Y/N?"

You gave him a surprised look that soon turned to questioning.

"Yes... I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know Mr. Ryomen."

"I've told you, call me Sukuna. But alright, I'll tell you."

Before you could question further, the waiter brought out different breads, butters, fruits and fixings for a salad. Your stomach growled watching the food being placed in front of the two of you, setting your pendant back into your shirt, not realizing Sukuna watched you do so.

The waiter asked how you'd like your salad made, telling him and looking at his hands as he made it in front of you, following them as he placed the plate in front of you. Pouring the dressing over it, you didn't waste time to begin eating, looking up to Sukuna watching you, suddenly feeling self conscious as he didn't take his eyes away from you.

Stilling, you waited for him to begin eating before you started again. Instead, Sukuna only ate bread and a few fruits telling you to eat until you felt like bursting, making sure to let you know he wanted you to be fed correctly.

As you ate in silence, your eyes never left the tall, handsome man in front you who was equally staring back at you. But instead of staring at your face, he was staring at your chest, looking down to see he had his gaze completely fixed on the chain around your neck, causing you to touch it subconsciously.

He was the first to speak again.

"You fiddle with that a lot, what is it?"

His voice was calm and deep, so low it coated you like honey making you feel something you hadn't in a while: attraction.

Setting your fork down, you pulled the necklace from your shirt. For some reason you reached around to unclasp the necklace from your neck, your brain already screaming to not move it, but from some reason you couldn't stop. You were drawn to the tattooed man across from you, figuring it was best to tell him upfront about the necklace you never left anywhere without.

Holding the necklace towards him, you motioned from him to take it, his fingers brushing slowly against the back of your hand with a feather like gentleness as you placed it in his open palm. As he inspected the necklace, you spoke.

"It's a half-heart pendant. Someone very special gave that to me. I...," Your voice trailed off, your throat getting tight as you thought about the right words to say as he handed you back the pendant, the memory of him causing a pain to cross your heart.

"They must love you very much to give you half their heart, Y/N."

His eyes stayed locked on you as you clasped the necklace back around your neck, slipping the pendant back into your shirt. Before you could stop yourself, you quietly scoffed, remembering the reason he gave it to you, and it wasn't because he wanted you to have half of his heart, he had wanted to control you in the only way he knew he could.

Noticing your apprehension, Sukuna leaned in his elbows and crossed his hands as he sat his chin on his knuckles. He looked like he was going to say something but you got to it before he could.

"You never answered my question...," You hoped you weren't being rude as you said this, picking up your fork and eating some more as you waited for him to answer.

"I suppose an answer is the least I could give you for all of this darling. Well, if I'm to be quite frank, as soon as I saw you I wanted you."

Your fork stopping half way to your mouth, you lifted your gaze to meet his. Your wrist setting on the table, your hand began to tremble. You couldn't help but to look around, seeing all of the options you could use for a quick exit if need be. You couldn't hardly believe what Sukunas' answer. He wanted you ?

Why? He had only seen you once, covered in coffee at that. Sukuna seemed to notice your apprehension, smiling softly at you as he set his elbows back on the edge of the table while he crossed his hands in front of him.

Holding your gaze, Sukuna suddenly stood, grabbing the back of his chair as he walked over to your left, setting it as close to you as the table allowed as he sat next to you instead of in front now, allowing him to gaze at you more closely.

"I can tell you're confused. Let me explain?"

Sukuna waited for answer patiently, just softly smiling all the while as he held your gaze. Nodding you reached for your drink, taking a sip, returning it to it's previous spot and continued eating as you waited for his explanation.

"Well, to be frank, as soon as I saw you I was enamoured with your presence. You are stunningly beautiful, Y/N. All I ask is for a second date."

Thinking, your hand reached for your necklace once more, Sukunas eyes following your hand. Fiddling with the metal you thought heavily about his words. He had found you beautiful, even if that situation. Sighing, you put your fork down, clasping your hands together in your lap. Meeting his gaze, you gave your answer.

"Sure, Sukuna, I accept. May I set it up?"

Grinning widely at you, Sukuna separated his hands and reached over the table and held your knee, the warmth of his hand seeping through.

"Amazing, yes, yes of course, whatever you'd like we'll do. Just pick a date and place and we're there."

Smiling softly, you appreciated his enthusiasm. You truly hadn't been sure if this was a date, now knowing. You hadn't been on a date since him and thinking someone was interested in you after so long made your heart beat a little faster and your chest warm.

Soon dinner was brought out and you both feasted on the amazing food piled on front of you. Sukuna would often take his chopsticks and place food on your plate with things newly ordered that he wanted you to try first. Conversation flowed well in the dimly lit room, laughing at each other's jokes and discussing what you did for work and if you enjoyed it, which you did. Before you realized, dinner was over and Sukuna was asking if you wanted to order dessert.

You did decline, only for Sukuna to offer to stop by an ice cream place a couple stores down, it already being on the way to where the car would be. You gave a small hum and a smile, his own small smile and sharp features and your realization of his wanting to spend more time with you allowed you to agree with ease.

You organized the plates and glasses for the waiter and bus boys easier access, Sukuna soon coming behind you to pull your chair out for you as you stood.

Sukuna told you that his card was on file here as he visited often,putting his hand on the small of your back as he led the two of you down the stairs and back out into the city.

Outside, the night air floated around you, a light shiver running over your spine. Not long a warm, soft jacket was being placed over your shoulders, turning to face Sukuna who you'd noticed taken his suit jacket off, his button up clinging to his thick muscles so much you could see them flex with every movement.

Not staring for long as he was taking your hands in his and pulling it through the sleeves, giving you a one over when you were finally fully in the jacket. The sleeves went way past your fingers and the end of the jacket was behind your knees, causing Sukuna to give a small chuckle.

"You're short as shit."

Giving him a soft slap to his arm, Sukuna grabbing your hand as you did so and feining hurt, smiling ear to ear. Your own mouth turned up slightly as you tried not to laugh at how he pretty much just held only sleeve, noticing much closer yourself how truly big the warm jacket was on you, but overall being thankful for it's warmth from him and the material itself even with your own cardigan.

"I'm not that short, not everyone's built like a fridge."

Giggling as he laughed with you, sliding your hand down his arm holding it, wrapping the other around you as he started walking towards the ice cream shop as you both giggled at each other like idiots. If people were to notice you they would say you were a couple.

Conversation flowed lightly as the two of you ordered ice cream and walked back onto the streets of the city, allowing Sukuna to walk you down the sidewalk as you both ate dessert, answering each other's questions easily. Talking seemed to come easy for you while with him, taking note of how his free hand never strayed from the small of your back, always touching you softly but never suffocating you. Almost as if he had to feel you, but just meeting you he didn't want to scare you off.

At the end of the night, Sukuna dropped you off at your apartment, walking you all the way to your door, his hand still where it had been anytime he walked with you thus far.

Before you opened your door he grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips, brushing them across your knuckles.

You felt heat crawl up your cheeks and hitting your ears, the way his eyes never left yours. Butterflies, something you hadn't felt in forever, went haywire in your stomach.

When his lips left your skin, you had to stop the whine that almost left you, thinking yourself crazy at the sound coming out just because of that.

"I'll be waiting for your call, Miss Y/N L/N."

Of course, his low voice coated you like honey. He always seemed to know what to say to make your knees weak. Giving you that smirk that made your breath catch in your throat.

"I look forward to calling you. Thank you, Mr. Sukuna Ryomen."

Giving your own little smirk back as he grinned, his canines poking out as the light shined on his face from your apartment hallway.

He didn't let your hand go until you crossed into your apartment, telling him to text you when he got home safe, both of you wishing each other a good night and sweet dreams.

Closing your door behind you, you glanced out of your peep hole to watch him walk away, instead you were greeted with what seemed like him staring back at you with a smile, giving a small giggle as you figured he knew you'd do that.

Waving at you, he said goodnight again obviously hearing your giggle, turning before disappearing down the hallway.

Sighing, you took of your shoes, smiling to yourself, going to take off your cardigan before noticing you still had his jacket on. Pulling your phone out of your purse you sent him a quick text that if he was still here to come get his jacket, getting a quick reply.

Sukuna: Keep it until next time

Smiling at your phone, you walked to your room slowly and carefully taking the large piece of clothing off of you and pulling a hanger from your closet to hang it up, not wanting to crease it.

Soon, your heard another buzz from your phone, getting another text from the jackets owner.

Sukuna: I just got home Darling, make sure to eat a good breakfast before work, sleep well

You: Lovely, you should as well goodnight XX

Plugging your phone up and setting it down on your nightstand, you went about your nightly routine before slipping on a soft pair of pajama shorts and camisole with fluffy socks, settling into your bed.

As you got comfortable, your mind was on replay of the last few hours, smiling to yourself as you recalled the events. For the first night in many years, you didn't fall asleep sliding your necklace back in forth. Instead you fell asleep to the thoughts of Sukunas lips brushing your knuckles.

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A/N: YAYYYY!!! I hope you liked it 🥹🕺

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Hi! Hope this is alright to ask. Pretty much I am trying to figure out what draws me to whump, and I feel a bit out of place when I try to find answers. I've been through traumatic experiences before and a lot of times I've heard that people cope by putting characters through traumatic experiences but then give them comfort or a happy ending as a way to take your power back/rewrite your personal life story. Personally I don't resonate with that because I don't always include comfort. But at the same time I do feel like I'm using whump writing to cope somehow... I'm just not sure how? Like when I look up articles on 'writing therapy' a lot of what comes up has to do with 'giving the characters the happy ending you would have liked for yourself' but again, I can't really relate. Plus, I also consume whump. Lately a show I'm watching has had one character go through a lot of whumpy scenes and it's sparked an interest in me, like I rewatch those scenes a bunch of times and now have an interest in writing that specific character going through pain when I had never considered that before. And it's also caused my mind to 'branch out' I guess, and get more ideas for what kind of whump I'd want to include in my own writing. Even though I've been interested in whump for a while already, this is really the first time canon whump scenes have drawn me in so much. I know I don't really have to justify liking whump to anyone and some people simply just like it, but in my case, I do feel like it's deeper than that and I just don't know what some possible explanations could be? Thanks if you're able to offer some insight!

Ah, glad you’ve found us here on the Tumblr Dot Com, my dude!

I’m kind of the same way, honestly. I’m mostly in it for the physical sensation (which is cozy and warms me up like a hot cup of tea on a cold, rainy day). It may very well be that whump is a brain chemistry thing that some people are just predisposed to (like how some people feel tingles when listening to AS/MR while others don’t). (I also experience tingles by the way… I know correlation doesn’t equal causation, but hm… it might be worth researching [nudges the psychology academics])

But I do also feel a level of emotional attachment to certain types of whump (particularly if a character is crying or screaming). For me, I like watching/reading those kind of scenes because that’s the only time I react in a “normal” way to sad and/or messed-up things; because I’m usually alone when I do this, so I don’t feel I have to hide what I feel from others. Everything comes to the surface and it’s very nice.

Or sometimes I’m just down in the dumps and I decide to stare at Gilbert Kane writhing on the dinner table for the eight-millionth time and go “Damn I wish that were me.” But like in a very normal, catharsis-seeking way… I don’t have a death wish.

So it could be an emotional expression thing(?) Or (if you’re into the more, eh, one-on-one Whumper/Whumpee dynamic) it could also be seeking validation that what people did to you was, in fact, Very Bad… or not idk.

Or, you could just have a fascination with the weird, disturbing, and gross, which manifests itself in a love of whump. This could be indicated by your other interests.

Or, you could just enjoy seeing variations on a theme; what writers do differently or the same as each other. I know I love binge-watching an actor’s work for a year (or three lmfao) and studying their mannerisms and micro-expressions. I also love picking apart imagery and wording in written pieces. So, it could just be a different type of “Love of the Craft,” so to speak?

Or, it could be an outlet for anger. Sometimes it is for me, but usually it isn’t the case. But generally, when I feel like throttling a person and cracking their skull open like a pistachio shell, I find a whump blogger with open asks and do horrible things to their OCs. I squeeze them like stress balls. Didn’t ask. Don’t care. [violence] [violence] [violence]

Anyway, thank you for asking me! Have fun and keep whumping.

(Autocorrect almost changed “whumping” to “whipping.” Very off-topic, I know… but so, so on-brand djdjdjdjdjdndndn help I’m laughing now)

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