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#ITS GETTING CLEAR UR NEVER COMING CLEAN !!!!
pyanyi4 · 1 year
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First of all, love your writing (*´▽`*)
Feel free to ignore this if i'm direspecting your rules or anything.
I got a funny idea for a request: imagine playing octatrio with Adeuce. Ace is Floyd, Deuce is Jade he is trying his best and Reader is Azul. And then, for their horror and cringe, actual octatrio walks in. Fluff for Jade, Azul and Floyd.
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are you me?
adeuce + gn!reader playing around as the octavinelle boys, only for the actual trio to come along.
warnings; no warnings. but i’ve never written for deuce so he might be a bit ooc??? i hope either nobody notices (yippee!) or doesn’t mind…
also if you’re one of those people who don’t get embarrassed easily from this type of stuff, that’s good! but reader will get embarrassed in this ^_^
notes; wake up, check tumblr, see this request, proceeds to start a draft. this idea is so funny in my head, TY ANON omg💀 imagine ur playing somebody and they walk in and ask tf you were doing I WOULD DIE. also i may have wandered off og idea too much so im sorry if its not to ur liking 🙁 also i wrote this in school so its not proofread (i say that as if i proofread any of my works…)
notes2; i hate mint this was not relevant at all i just wanted to say IM THE WORLDS BIGGEST MINT HATER 🤬 don’t ask what i brush my teeth. idm toothpaste but i still don’t like the mint flavour. i like charcoal toothpaste bc it's less minty…. (helix if u saw this no u didnt RAAGR GRGWGRDS)
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leading up…
“i can’t believe you broke 3 of the dishes, ace. and why is this mop so hard to use?!” you sweat as you push the mop harder across the ground.
ace paused with his own mopping, “it wasn’t my fault! deuce asked me a question which was distracting, and then YOU bumped into me while i was carrying a tray of food!”
“hey, hey. i think we’re all sort of at fault here.” deuce sighs, “doesn’t matter anyways, we’re still stuck with cleaning duty.”
"azul was like," you mimic the action of azul pushing up his glasses, "’i'm going to land you into a weekend of cleaning because even though i can just buy three more plates, i'll just make you suffer.’"
ace grinned, "oh? we're doing impressions now? well in that case," he clings onto you, and you both tumble to the ground. "’shrimpyyy! i'm SOO happy you're here. come entertain me. i’m SOOOO bored!’ come on, deuce! join us, do your best impression of jade."
you laugh, trying to get ace off of you. "trappola, please- you're squishing me!"
"ah, well.. er, if you insist." deuce clears his throat, "’how many i be of assistance to you...?’"
ace shook his head, "no way! he's more confident and scarier than that! seriously, have you seen that guy smile? it's like he'd bite you."
"listen, i'm trying my best, okay?“
when suddenly—
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azul ashengrotto
"what exactly are you three doing?”
oh, he’s absolutely just as embarrassed as you are. if not, even more. it's especially not helping how floyd is laughing in the background, using azul's shoulder for support.
you sweat, "oh— err... not really—! it was just, y'know, a more dramatic impersonation of you...?"
"are you saying i'm… dramatic?"
you walk up to him, taking note of his expression. "not at all! look, i'm sorry, azul! please don't be upset! i'll even mop the vip room for you."
azul denied that he was upset in any way (although he was just a tiny bit).
you two awkwardly stare at each other for a few minutes, before azul pushes up his glasses (at least you got THAT part right);
"well, if you perhaps do that AND cover floyd’s shift for tomorrow, then..."
floyd interrupts, "oooo~ i get to have a break?"
"it’s not like i heard you saying you were going to skip your shift tomorrow anyways," azul mumbles. returning his attention to you, he smiles, "so? what do you say? i think i’m pretty lenient this time."
well, what DO you say? to make up for his hurtful impression of him, you have to do extra work…? since you’re embarrassed of your mistakes, you agree.
this could’ve went a whole different way and ended badly anyways, so this was okay for you.
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jade leech
jade is greatly amused by you three fooling around.
"i find that description of me quite endearing, ace. although, i believe deuce had the more correct impression."
ace gets startled and tries to play it cool, looking away shamefully as he continues mopping in the opposite direction. "err. yeah, whatever. pshh."
jade turns to you, "prefect, who do you think portrayed me better? deuce, or ace?"
still embarrassed he caught you guys playing out their roles, you're unsure what answer he desired. "...haha, i'm not sure?"
the tall eel feigns sadness, "so am i not flattering enough to have you decide on a proper response? is my personality really that dull that you're unconfident in yourself?"
"no, no! that's not what i meant. uhh, ace's description matches you perfectly...?" you didn't know what answer he wanted, so you took a guess.
ace slaps you in the back of the head (ouch), whispering, "you should've disagreed!"
"ow-!" you look back at jade.
jade smiles at you two (and the fact that ace hit you for saying the wrong answer), “i’m still hurt that you think that way, but your answer is satisfactory.”
so… is he hurt or not? knowing him, he’s probably not very offended, but who knows? you just may never find out.
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floyd leech
you heard a laugh, and it’s definitely floyd.
if he was in a bad mood or this was anybody else who worked here, he wouldn’t tolerate you at all. scary to think about.
but luckily, he’s in a good mood!
“ahaha! you guys were so funny, but i don’t think i’m like that at all!”
ace mumbles, but loud enough to hear. “well, you kind of are, actually.”
floyd turns to ace, “get to work, crabby. are you asking for a squeezing?”
“no…” trappola silently weeps while he starts mopping again.
well that was a quick change of mood.
floyd walks over to you and sighs, “i’m bored, and azul isn’t here. so,” he leans on your shoulder, “ditch the work and come play with me! i’m SOOO bored.”
you’re confused, “eh? but what about work?”
“who cares? would you rather leave all the work to crabby and macky, or would you rather play. with me!”
if this means you’ll get out of work, then…
ace and deuce are looking at you, you can already tell they’re silently begging you to stay. however, it’s not like you wanted to do the work anyways.
“bye guys, see you later!” you smile, letting floyd drag you away.
“WAIT! come back—“ deuce tries shouting to you, however you’re already gone.
there’s a long pause of silence and mop noises, before ace speaks up,
“see deuce, my impression was TOTALLY right!”
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ddejavvu · 1 year
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nah bc now i have someone to share my dbf!tangerine thoughts with. like dbf!tan is a menace. always teasing r with a shit eating grin. this man has little shame and will get under ur skin and rile you up at a party/gathering whatever as he likes watching u squirm. he’s an asshole in the best flirty way when he finally corners you i just. phew
today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)
this post is 18+ (and so are its characters), minors dni.
Tangerine's hand stretches clear across your face, thick fingers blocking your lips from parting. The way that his cock slams into you makes you want to scream, though, and the air fills your lungs even if it can't escape.
"Quiet," He grunts, leaning in to nip at your jaw, "Don't want dear old daddy to hear, do 'ya? Don't want him to start wondering why you take so many odd jobs at my house. 'Think he knows you wear a maid outfit when you clean my kitchen, angel?"
Every cocky, boastful brag that comes out of Tangerine's mouth only makes the agonizing drag of his cock against your walls better, pleasure searing at your insides like the grill marks on the bugers your dad is making downstairs. Your bedroom window is closed so that none of the guests at your family's little barbeque find out that your dad's buddy has more of a taste for you than for the beer in the cooler on the deck.
It's like he's been summoned; at Tangerine's mention of your father, you hear his footsteps on the stairs. Your eyes go wide, and you scrape your teeth against Tangerine's hand, silently begging him to stop moving and rustling the sheets.
"Y/N?" Your dad knocks, but thankfully the door is locked, so it wouldn't matter if he turned the knob anyways, "You want cheese on your burger?"
Tangerine slowly, carefully, and silently takes his hand off of your lips. You part them with a shaky inhale, voice raspy from withheld pleasure as you shout, "No thanks, dad."
"Okay," He speaks, still muffled from behind the door, "Hey, have you seen Tan anywhere? He said he was grabbing something out of his car but I never saw him come back."
That's because he'd ducked behind his car and climbed up into your window around the side of the house.
"Uh, no, sorry dad." You call back, your wide, mortified eyes meeting Tangerine's dark ones, "I'll let you know if I see him, though."
"Thanks, honey." He calls, then his footsteps recede, and he's gone.
"Good," Tangerine croons, leaning in to press his lips to yours in a sweet, searing kiss. He starts up again, pace slow but steady, just until you're accustomed to the feeling again, then he rocks his hips into yours faster, "Good job, angel. You're a good little liar, y'know that? 'Starting to think I'm not your only secret."
"You are!" You gasp, the feeling of Tangerine's thick, strong fingers pinching around your nipple and squeezing, "You are, Tan. 'S just you, only you."
"'S right," He hums, satisfied. He kisses at your jaw, mustache prickling against your skin as he nips at the skin there, "Only me, darling, only us."
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kuroosdarling · 2 years
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The Kitchen Sink
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♡‧₊˚ mattsun x reader
‎♡‧₊˚ wc: 1.9k
‎♡‧₊˚ cw: domestic fluff with mattsun that takes place after an argument
a/n: honestly i wrote this out without a specific character in mind. but once i reread it, mattsun just felt right hehe. thank you @myheroesaretired for making the beautiful banner! also.. @mattsunkawa come get ur mans <333
Your mother always told you that there was always beauty to be found in even the simplest moments. Right when you feel like the world is getting too heavy is often the time to take a step back, to focus on the here and now, to be mindful of your surroundings and pull your head out of your thoughts. One way she always got you to do this was to wash the dishes with her. 
It was often a time of reflection, soothed by fresh-scented soap and warm water. Scrubbing and washing away the things that once served you. Ever since then, you’d think back on that moment with her. The two of you scrubbing away at the dishes in the sink, opening a world of conversation that could only be drawn from the softness of the suds and the atmosphere of the kitchen sink.
The process itself was calming. It was routine and something you could always count on. Something dependable in a chaotic world that always caught you before you could spiral down too far in your thoughts. 
It always started off with clearing the table and putting everything on the counter next to the sink. Stacking up the plates with a careful hand, making sure that everything had been previously scrapped off. Then the water would come next, warming it up to the perfect temperature. It's then when you lose your stream of thought, focusing on the sensation and bringing yourself to stand firmly in the present. You grab your sponge and lather it up with the dish soap, enjoying the suds that started to take up its space in the sink.
A large hand lightly touches your shoulder, dragging their fingers lightly along your upper back before caressing the opposite shoulder. A gesture that held so much emotion without needing to utter a word. Something that you had grown used to after all these years.
“Need some help?” His voice was lower than normal, more slower than soft but low nonetheless. As you pull your fixated gaze off the water, you look up at him. His dark eyes peer down at yours before looking down at the sink, suddenly nervous under your gaze. His hair looked a little messier than usual and his cheeks were slightly tinged pink. 
“Issei-” you smile softly. The two of you would do this some nights. When your minds were quiet after a heated argument that happened over dinner. “That'd be great.”
The argument itself didn’t matter, at least not in the way you guys made it seem. It was petty, covering up the real root of the problem. It took some digging and shifting to finally get there, but you got there together. The things that were said needed to be said, but probably should’ve been said in a more constructive way. Everything had come out a little more harsher than it should’ve. It was hard not to feel the guilt pulling at both of your heartstrings.
No words needed to be said yet as you start with one of the dishes. Gliding your sponge over the murky pan, a dark color running through the water before swirling down the drain and out of sight. 
Once it’s clean to your liking, you pass it over to him. His fingers don’t hesitate to brush over yours. Years of marriage made it an involuntary pull of gravity; the two of you always needing to touch one another somehow. It was engraved at the very bottom of your hearts and always tucked away in the back of your minds. Something as simple as a petty argument could never dare to break this connection. He smiled back down at you with the same level of softness as if he had the same exact thought as you. 
Maybe even the way you thought was the same. So many shared experiences evolved your brains, bringing your lenses of life closer and closer, but still remaining entirely their own. Maybe that happened eventually after spending so much time with someone.
“Want to talk about it?” he asked, the towel in his hand drying up all the lingering water droplets that still laid itself on the pan. Once it was dry, he passed it over to the side, placing it in the small rack on the side of the sink and leaving it to do what it needed to do.
“Yes.” you say, picking up another dish, a plate this time. As your sponge works against the stains on the plate, you open your mouth back up. “I’d like to do it before our show starts.”
“I agree.” A lilt in his voice carried itself into your heart, the small reassurance warming it up in a way only he knew how to do. He let out a low sigh before speaking again. “I'm sorry for what I said earlier. You’re right, we’ve just been on a short fuse lately because we haven’t had our quality time in awhile.”
You pass him over the plate, mulling over the words mindfully. It’s something you had brought up during the fight. The two of you had been working a lot with conflicting schedules. It was so bad that last week you weren’t able to watch your favorite show together. 
“No, I'm sorry. I should've heard you out more instead of getting defensive.” You sigh, working on your next dish as he finishes up his. “I've really missed you. Everything has felt so distant lately with you and I just want to be close again.”
“I’ve really missed you too.” he said softly, reaching over to take the dish from you. You both held onto it for a moment, looking right at each other. Some part of you didn’t want to let go. Wanting to savor his attention on you for even just a second longer. But you let go, still feeling somewhat self-conscious over the whole ordeal. “We’ll be closer again, I don’t plan on ever letting you go. I know that work has been hard lately and we’ve had to spend more time apart than we’d like to, but I think now that we’ve talked about it, we can change it and make it better.”
Silence cut through the air for a moment, the only sound that made its presence known was the running tap. As you absent-mindedly scrub the dish for too long, you go over each word he said in your mind. It was true, work had been piled onto you lately. The two of you were so busy that you hadn’t even had a chance to talk about it until tonight. Even then, it was brought on by an argument that should’ve never happened. But you were starting to think it was a good thing it did.
“I don’t want to let go of you either. We’ll have to sort out work and try to find our balance again. It’s us, so I know we can.” you pass the plate and smile at him, the light shining in your eyes. He couldn’t help but return it, the glow you radiated always infected him, swirling around him before coating his heart in something he could never fully describe; all he could feel was its warmth. And that was more than enough for him.
The water starts to run a little cooler so you go to reach the tap. He must’ve had the same idea as he reaches over, coming into contact with your hand. The sudden touch catches you both off guard, jumping back before meeting each other’s eyes like a deer caught in the headlights.
He quickly stuck his tongue against his cheek, a habit he held when he was trying hard to hold in the laugh that threatened to escape him. A strained noise came about before the two of you erupt into a fit of giggles. The sound echoes around the kitchen, wrapping itself around the two of you in a warm embrace.
“Sorry.” he manages to let out, his eyes shining in the most beautiful light. You knew yours reflected his as you felt the balance restore itself.  You could never stay mad at each other for long, especially over something like this. The two of you were angry and fighting over the fact that you missed each other.
“Ridiculous.” you giggle. The noise shot through him, something he treasured so closely to his heart and planned on locking it in there tightly. Your happiness meant the world to him and if he could make you happy, then he’d never stop trying. “We’re ridiculous.”
“What makes you say that?” he teased, regaining some semblance of control over his laughter, although his smile was twisted into something that was just asking to let loose another round of giggles. “The fact that we argued over who missed who more? or that we were giggling in the kitchen about it.”
“Both.” The two of you let your laughter consume the moment again. It was times like these that made you thankful for someone like him. Someone who was just as ridiculous as you, and more importantly, just as in love. “Definitely both.”
He quickly turns off the sink and wipes his hands off. Before you could object that you still had dishes to do, he caresses your cheek. He finger delicately wipes the stray tear that fell from your eye. The tear that was formed with so many different emotions, the last one holding so much happiness over the fact that the two of you were alright. You’d always be alright as long as you had each other. All words escape you as he drew you in closer to him.
“I'm so in love with you.” He murmurs, pulling you closer to brush his lips against yours. You smile into the kiss before speaking against his lips.
“Right back at you, handsome.” Wrapping your arms around him, melting further into the kiss. You could feel the smile lace his lips as he moves them against yours.
He slowly pulls apart, his eyes still shut as he leans his forehead against yours. Once he took a breath, he opens them and gazes into yours, the look itself holding the softest form of affection. 
“Let's finish this up, yeah? Then we can curl up on the couch together and finally watch our show.” he whispers, not breaking eye contact with you. Nodding slowly, you lean in for one more kiss before the two of you get back to the dishes. “Need to hold you real close, okay?”
“Okay.” You breathe out, somewhat hypnotized by him and his addicting lips. It was always easy to fall back into place with each other. The strained moments never lasted long and it always ended up strengthening your bond. The one that was unbreakable, the one that could stand against anything that was thrown at it. Always wrapping itself in something stronger than the last, forming something so entirely reliable and unshakeable. “I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”
“Good, because once I get to hold onto you, I’m never letting go again, angel.” He murmurs, stealing a quick kiss against your head, lingering there for just a moment before he reaches over to turn the water back on. “Let’s get to it?”
There’s something to be said in sharing a moment in simplicity. Not many people could draw out that level of vulnerability out of each other like that. But you and him, you just knew each other’s souls so well it had become second nature.
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infraaa · 2 years
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Hii- sooo i have a request- could i get a lotus dragon x reader (smut preferred if not thats a-okay!!)
yk what yk what—
let’s test the waters. (get it?) bc ur abt to get ur life force sucked if ya know what I mean
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𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍
lotus dragon cookie // gn!reader
baker’s notes: where even is it anyway? but listen I headcanon lotus to be biologically male bc drag queen fever + affogato’s mere existence so 💅😔 and kabuki— also research on snakes was done. As well as scaring myself w naga hentai. You’re welcome. 😔
also have a playlist to listen to while you read this perverts
tw// hypnosis (in a siren like sense so think those singing mermaids,) cnc, bondage(?), dom/sub mechanic, implicit harem mechanic, double penetration, barebacking, (meaning creampies babes,) and the very existence of having sex w a naga like draconic creature, bc it scares the hell out of me, and now maybe out of you.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
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Long live the dragons, who had their respected quarters. On many different islands, five of them to be exact, there was one which a particular cookie resided on. Y/n cookie, just an ordinary soul, rested on the island known as the Lotus Paradise, which was a lush island, known for its beauty and lustrous lights, lush plant life, even the most beautiful flowers one can even dream of.
They sat at a dock, staring down at the crystal clear water beneath the slowly eroded wood, surrounding them were the walls of the Lotus Palace, having been painted numerous coats of dark turquoise paint, having chipped away by the rain. They held their fan for their lips, eyeing the koi fish that swam in the pond below. They wanted to be free, much like the koi fish, energized, much like them. However they always seem to wake up tired, like they have no energy left. They try to walk with grace, poise, elegance, however none is to come later on. They walk back off of the dock a onto pressure washed concrete path, walking back to their quarters some ways away.
The ruler of this said palace was an almighty dragon, believe it or not, and may or may not be responsible for your petty woes of fatigue. Albeit for a benevolent purpose, this dragon, humbly referred to as the Lotus Dragon, almost seemingly had no right to suck the energy out of their people, all for the slow restoration of the palace, back to what it once was. As described by a faithful servant, Hydrangea Cookie, Lotus Dragon Cookie was not only said to be powerful yet kind, graceful yet merciful, but attractive as well. Very handsome indeed for a dragon. Truly, if they wanted they could have any cookie in the world to themselves, yet, they had no desire for such things. Of course they had their own harem where they could have multiple concubines at their feet at once, on beck and call with the flip of a card, but they still did not have an interest in that kind of thing, never really leaving their palace, preferring to stay indoors with their mandolin, strumming away calmly at the strings with a soft smile.
…that was, until you came along into their perfect world.
You once attended the wish festival, an annual event that happened once a year, where the Lotus Dragon would grant wishes that the cookies would give them. On one account you made a wish, writing your wish on a silver piece of paper. You held the letter to your chest, hoping for the best that the dragon grants your wish true. Your wish was simply to have more energy, to be more robust. You were tired of aching limbs, as though they were going to crack at any given moment. The dragon saw this, laid out on the silver sheet and smiled, putting a fuchsia painted nail, as sharp as diamonds, to their lips. With a quick flip of their dark cerulean hair over their shoulder, they nodded, and folded the sheet. The lotus on their head took a wishful glow, their draconian pupils glowing with the delicate powder pink petals. “Finally, an interesting wish…” they saluted. Their voice, clean and clear, smooth and alluring. Hydrangea Cookie smiled, standing by them with a nod of her head. “What a pleasant surprise, oh great dragon!” “Truly.” They replied, their smile fading away into a look of confusion. “However,” they turned away to grant your wish through the lotus, the very entity that granted Lotus Dragon Cookie their power, strength, and longevity. Their tail quietly thumped on the ground, causing the lotus to sprout open with a quick bounce, a golden light emanating from the core of the flower.
“Why didn’t this one come visit me directly? They aren’t scared, are they?” Hydrangea Cookie gasped, surprised at the dragon’s question. She walked over to their side and looked at their features, trying to look them in the eye. “How dare they be scared of you, oh great dragon? You have been nothing but benevolent to all of the cookies than reside here, they should be grateful that you’re even considering their wish.” They looked at the silvery sheet and blinked, their long ivory eyelashes fluttering with the slow motion. They suddenly had a thought— a wish of their own. “Hydrangea Cookie?” She blinked, still attentive to the dragon next to her. Her lavender purple hair bounced with a nod, signaling Lotus that they had her attention still, “I need you, as well as the other palace consorts, to leave the palace for the night. You may return tomorrow afternoon, but you mustn’t come back until then.”
The shorter floral cookie beside them nodded, before taking their leave however they turned to ask the dragon, “may I ask why, great dragon?” They turned their head, seeing Hydragea still at their chamber doors, doorknob in hand. He smiled with a wink, letting his finger travel back to his lips, “I have my own plans tonight. It’s beautiful out, I cannot waste the serene atmosphere.” Although their reasoning was a bit void, it didn’t really make sense to her, she still nodded in confirmation and let the Lotus Dragon be, gathering the other consorts quickly to leave the palace. After they had found Hydrangea and the others, leaving the palace gates, they smiled mischievously and traveled on, the pink bud at the end of their tail in the air, swaying from left and right as they… slithered, you could humorously say, to their terrace outside our their bedchambers, taking the pristine iron fence in one hand. They overlooked the courtyard below, waiting to see that one cookie they wondered about.
Now… how to get you to come over like they wanted.
Truly, they were curious about you, why you didn’t come to see them for this year’s wish festival. You were one of their consorts after all, one that they seemed to like despite barely seeing you. Black sclera eyes focused in on you as they targeted you sitting on a bench in their courtyard, reading a book under the stars and the careful guidance of a book light. They smiled at you, and had another thought. They knew their mandolin had an effect that could make cookies weak, but they also had a secret— something that no cookie knew.
Their voice also had a quirk to it.
Rarely even used however they knew that their voice could allure cookies. The fact that cookies would slowly becomes mindless drones once hearing Lotus sing… was truly a fascinating occurrence. They had a song planned for you, truly a beautiful one. They remember it from back in the ancient times, when they were friends with a siren like creature of the deep. They smiled at you as you turned an off white page, adjusting your legs to accommodate your comfort upon the bench you occupied. The air around you smelled clean and crisp, a floral scent forever present within each breeze, usually accompanied with the light tint of saltwater.
“Hear my voice beneath the sea, sleeping now so peacefully, at the bottom of the sea, sleep for all eternity..”
That alone was enough to get you to come up out of your trance. You slowly closed your book, putting it beside you on the bench and in getting up do you see a figure slowly go back into their chambers. Perplexed, you decide to follow the voice you heard, for it was too graceful for it to be ignored. In your curious state, you continued onward, travelling out of the garden into the imperial courtyard, your robes dragging on the concrete that was freshly pressure washed. A path awaited you, one that was laden with the most lustrous of lights, alluminating your features with the help of their homes, the lotus flowers floating on freshwater around you.
"Sailors live so restlessly, come with me, sleep peacefully. Listen to this siren's song, worry not for nothing's wrong."
Your mind began to consider itself numb, slowly melting with the voice you heard, nearly echoing in your ears like ribbon going through your head, like a deadly mantra, like a memorization become concrete. When you made your way to ther back entrance of the Lotus Palace, you found yourself going inside, your eyes being met with an extravagent sight of pristine atmosphere. Lush plant life, beautiful lavander light, dim let still casting enough light to see around you. You walked in, being greeted by the scent of flowers and sweet musk. You slowly made your way to a set of stairs, climbing them to meet the second floor, travelling onward as the voice in your head got louder and louder as you progressed down the hallway.
"Let my voice lead you this way, I will not lead you astray. Trust me as we reach the side, jumping out where men have died."
Did the voice really mean that? The voice suddenly began to sound even more familiar the close you got and soon you recognized it to be the all mighty Lotus Dragon. They wanted you here, so they allured you here with the voice they bore. You made it yet another flight of stairs before reaching another hallway, where you went down. At the end of it you saw a large double door, painted a pearlescent white. Little shrubs decorated the sides of the doors perfectly. As you got closer to the door, you heard them hum, and take a breath,
"Hear my voice beneath the sea, sleeping now so peacefully. At the bottom of the sea, sleep for all eternity."
You stepped closer to the door, putting your ear yp tp thw wood, waiting for them to take a breath,
'Let the ocean fill your lungs, struggle not, soon peace will come. Taking in your final breath--"
And as you opened the door, creeping inside, you saw them. Long dark hair down to the ground, hime cut. A porcelain white kimono showing the only groundbreaking personification that is light and purity, or so you thought. They turned to you, teal dreconic pupils agleam.
"Sink down to the ocean's depths."
They smiled at you, a mature smile, something that didn't bear too much excitement, something to show their amusement in your appearance. You swallowed a lump in your throat before bowing, showing your respect for the mighty dragon that ruled over your homeland. You smiled back at him and walked further into the room, before the doors seemingly shut closed on their own, locking as they did so. Turning their body to face you, they slowly slithered towards you, the tip of their tail slowly swaying left to right. "Tell me, little cookie,” they started suddenly stopping at a comfortable distance from you, “do you know why I brought you here?” So they confirmed it. They confirmed the fact that they brought you here, a defenseless cookie left in the hands of a dragon. Seeing as though you were nervous, one of their concubines, as well as someone they were curious in, you couldn’t waste your time being nervous. You took a breath to calm yourself before returning their question. “Ah… no, great dragon, I do not.” Lotus laughed to themselves and got closer to you, slithering back behind you and pushing you a bit forward with their tail as it curved under your chin, much like a cat caressing the leg of its owner.
“Great dragon?” You stuttered, causing them to smile and take your shoulders, “Please, call me Lotus.” They said with a chortle, slithering back around you. Sighing, they crossed their arms and looked at you, their smile still evident. “You had your wish written down on a silver sheet, yet you had it delivered to me by a maid. Do tell me why you didn’t show directly.” You sighed for a brief second, your fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with themselves. “My vitality… great dragon, it’s not what it used to be. I used to be one of the most liveliest concubines in the harem and yet— I understand you need my energy for a good cause, but I just feel so fatigued all the time I can barely do anything that I used to love doing.” You kept on with your explanation, telling him your woes, and what exactly your wish outlined. It was something they could grant, they’re willing to grant that wish… to bring you more energy and vitality…
at one cost.
They smiled at you, a thought flying into their head.
“…I can help you, I can grant your wish. If you do choose to believe in me.” You quickly nodded to that statement. In their head, that was consent. Quickly, like a sea snake, they once again slithered back behind you, lifting your chin up with their tail. They whispered something in a foreign language in your ear before guarding you to the nearest wall, turning you around and planting you there before forcefully taking your body and gluing it to their own, their tail still at your cheek. They kissed your neck, through that you felt some kind of spark rush through you— was it some kind of restoring power? You dared not ask what you felt, for fear it would trigger the all mighty dragon to a stop.
You finally saw their hands out of their long white sleeves. Their hands were beautiful, soft fuchsia nails, pointed, they looked sharp, rested on your hips. You returned their kiss, slowly yet reassuringly, resting your arms on their shoulders to accommodate their height. You softly moaned in the kiss as one of your hands guided themselves to their collarbone, gently pushing. They let go of the kiss, suspecting you may need air. You got your breath back, panting with a flush face, but it was too short lived to relish as they took your thighs and set them to straddle their waist, further pinning you against the cool wall. You gasped as they took your lips again, using one hand to undo their obi belt from behind, letting it slowly fall to the ground, falling gracefully as it pulled the edges of their kimono further outward. They stopped once again to relocate to your neck and shoulders, now focusing on your kimono. Undoing the obi belt you wore, letting it fall to the ground, you begin to realize their plan. You groaned and slowly struggled, but for some reason, your whole body felt weak, like it felt like a chore to lift your arm up. It felt like your body was being weighed down by a weighted blanket, or that your body was connected to dumb bells. Your blood pressure accelerated once you felt the pressure of the cool air around you hit your skin, like a rippling tide.
With each struggle brought a near sadistic smile to the dragon’s lips, and blood to rush something south… to a rather egregious sight. Being a relative to the snake, as serpentine as they could be, something began to… perk up. Or should we say, some things.
You felt it— it poked at the innards of your thigh, it was big, should we say no, they were big. You felt it and you began to shock yourself, trying to struggle more, that only pleased them however as they bit your shoulder. Hard. You yelped at the sudden sensation, feeling the pain in your shoulder though felt somehow erotic to you as your pain-filled yelps turned into moans of ecstasy. As soon as your head lifted against the wall, they lifted you up further and pushed themselves closer to the wall, whispering,
“Do you want me to fulfill your wish?~”
It felt like a spell entered your ear, as soft and smooth and lustful and sultry it did sound, you felt yourself shake at their voice. It was almost like something putting you in a mad trance once again. You nodded shakily and sighed a breath of bliss. “I’m going to need you to use your words, y/n. Say it, say yes.” You returned his request, and just like that, they haphazardly set you down into their hemipenes, making you squeal as soon as they entered you. You felt them stretch into you like a goddamn octopus trying to go through a tight space. You panted and salivated however once the pain faded, begging them to move you. Your face was blood red, eyes teary and glossy, your grip hot. “Please L-L-Lotus..!”
They panted, and thought about how they were going to do this. They can’t necessarily move because of their… situation. They don’t have legs, they knew that. So this would be a fair challenge even for them. They had to retort to moving you solely, using your body as a kind of fleshlight. As you rose and sunk, you cried out softly, never before were you going to feel two cocks inside of you at one time, and even though it was painful with every move made, the pain felt good.
You didn’t agree to do this.
But you did.
But you didn’t.
But you did—
They pulled at your hair and bit your other shoulder, drawing blood. Soft grunts and purring could be heard from Lotus as they sucked at your shoulder, feeling the iron taste of blood enter their mouth as they made you rise and fall, pounding yourself on them. They held you tight as they screamed and moaned nothing but their name and the word please, crying and sobbing from the pain of nearly being torn in half. It felt almost heavenly however, as you tried to take over with the moving, they growled, clawing at your thigh as a retaliation, making you squeal. They wanted you submissive, weak and ready to please. Your tongue lulled pic of your mouth as they did this, feeling their nails dig into your skin.
“H-However unorthadoxxx…” Lotus started in between pants and grunts, licking your shoulder and resting their head in the crook of your neck, “I can… restore your vi-vitality in this fashion…” They then moved to look at you, their draconic cerulean pupils agleam as they met your star laden ones, “and you— you’re letting me..” With a deep kiss did they send you over the edge, moaning loudly into the kiss as your orgasm exploded. You came all over them, dripping off of their shaft onto the pristine floor, like a drop of sin tarnishing the pure garden of Eden. You panted and moaned when they disconnected, roughly chasing their finish. It didn’t take long, but they but your shoulder once more once they felt their orgasm build and hit, spilling inside you. They moaned loudly as they felt their cum shoot out of both their hemipenes, with the velocity of a full grown horse. They rested in you and panted shakily, kissing your neck up and down and caressing your sides, from your waist to your flanks, shaking grip nearly on the brink of becoming feral for a second round. You did the same, panting violently as you were still coming down from your high as well as being overstimulated.
Soon after they felt as though they came down nicely, they pulled off and carried you over to a lush bed, cum and a bit of blood slowly dripping out of you like goo, before laying you down on the soft silk sheets that smelled of lotus flowers and lavender. Jasmine coated their pillow cases as they weakly slithered over and climbed into bed, wrapping you closely in their tail, cuddling you in their own unique way. They hugged you with a soft purr, holding you close, as you both carried yourselves into a deep slumber to recover from your… recovery of sorts.
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a-whispering-echo · 20 days
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i saw band requests and you mentioned Red in ur last post so yk 👉👈
only if you wanna
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YESSS! Red! here!
So, hes a drug dealer here -oop. hes 25 and about 5'9. he sees like a right dick, a real THREAt, but hes a sweetheart, really.
He dated Dust when he was 18, and Dust was 15. wanna make it clear that Red DID NOT know of Dust's age! Dust looked older than he was at the time due to malnutrition and living on the streets at the time, and Dust LIED about his age to Red! When Red learnt that Dust was younger than he said, he broke it off with him instantly. They have a somewhat brotherly relationship now; Red looks out for Dust and calls him 'Kid' now.
Red still deals to Dust - just weed though! Sometimes Dust pays with money, sometimes sexual favours. His partners all know about both the drug use and the payment methods. Theyre okay with it!
Well, mostly.
Cross fucking HATES Red! Cross was besties with Dust when he started dating Red, and Cross could see that Red was a bad influence on Dust. getting him into all sorts of dark and dodgy shit; hes the reason Dust smokes to this very day, in fact! And yeah, maybe some of that hatred was caused by younger Cross' 'little' crush on Dust from back in the day... Regardless, Cross decked him in the face once.
Cross doesnt know how the relationship ended because he was shipped off to boot camp by his father while Dust was still dating him, and then when Cross got out, he joined the Stars. Cross never contacted his old friends when he was shipped off, wasnt given the CHANCE to, and then by the time he came back, all his old friends had formed a band without him and had made it big. He assumed they simply were not interested in him anymore. And hey, if he dated Dream, so sweet and kind to him, if he squinted he could almost trick himself into believing he was Nightmare.
Dust thought Cross left BECAUSE of him dating Red. He knew Cross didnt approve, knew he didnt like Red, and literally after just a few weeks after a physical altercation between the two, Cross disappeared off the face of the earth? Obviously, it was his fault, and Dust realised that he himself was USING Red; for shelter for food, heck, for drugs! And that wasnt fair to Red. So, he came clean; told Red what he did, what hes doing, and his lie, and obviously, they broke up. They are on... amicable terms now, obviously.
On an entirely separate note, i actually am SO proud of how this drawing came out! If im being honest, ive always been slightly scared of drawing, not only black characters, but characters who are of another race to my own, because i dont want to fuck it up, and accidentally make some racist caricature, which, like, i know is just my anxiety, but its stopped me from drawing characters before. So, im honestly so pleased with how he came out! I think he, and all the other characters ive drawn, have actually come out very well, and im pleased with the results! And i think thats finally broken down my caution with straying from drawing them <3
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I JUST GOT A RANDOM IDEA BEFORE I ALMOST FELL ASLEEP 😭 can u write smth about luffy/trafalgar/eustass reacting to reader having a dragon (like toothless from how to train ur dragon) and accidentally calling it (by whistling or telekinesis?? thinking) to their ship
that is such a cute idea omg i love it!! (sorry for the long absence, i’m slowly trying to get back into writing (;﹏;))
Luffy, Law & Kid reacting to their S/O having a Dragon and accidentally calling them (GN Reader)
Monkey D. Luffy
It was a boring day at the sea, nothing interesting was happening and everyone was doing their own thing
You were looking at the vast sea, listening to the waves hitting the Sunny
You felt your nose tickling and couldn’t hold your sneeze, who sounded a bit higher than usual (somewhere behind you you could have heard someone say “bless you”)
Luffy, who was just passing by, asked if you were alright and before you could respond the sound of thunder could be heard and a ball of dark scales jumped right unto you
You almost fell on your ass, but caught your little guy, who was a dragon the size of a small dog
You turned to your captain, who was..... Drooling?
Luffy, no! Not everything had to be food!
You hit him out of his state and explained that it was your pet dragon
You hadn’t meant to call it because they were still young but seeing how happy they were to see you, you had missed them too
You had a REAL dragon and Luffy found it so cool he wanted to know more about them
So you kept your dragon with you for a while, especially because Luffy wanted to say he had a dragon as a crewmate
Trafalgar Law
After a two days trip to the next island, everyone was happy to get out of the submarine the visit the new place
You offered to take a walk with Law, just to have some alone time for you two, which he accepted
The island was know for its weird birds and their weird sound, and you, having a talent for whistling, tried to communicate with each birds you could hear
Law found it amusing, watching you making fun of the birds with the weirdest noises
Until you both heard a noise that was not coming from a bird, sure they were all weird, but that noise sounded like something you’ve heard before
A big dragon landed in front of you two, growling and whimpering happily, scaring all the birds from the forest
Law got the idea you knew the dragon, seeing how calm you were and how non-hostile it was toward you
You sighed and hugged your big guy, explaining you might have called it by mistake by whistling something close to how you call it
Law was impressed that such beast existed, yeah the world had Celestial Dragons, that was just a fancy tittle, but he didn’t know about actual dragons
You took the rest of the day to tell the story of how you got to befriend a dragon, you even took Law for a ride on the back of your dragon, something he wasn’t sure at first but he ended up enjoying quite a lot!
Eustass Kid
You were doing your chores, cleaning the floor, if sucked but someone had to do it (and sadly it had to be you)
While you were mopping the floor, you accidentally hit the water bucket, who fell and water got everywhere
Kid, who was walking by at the same time, heard you swore in a language he never heard before
You silently started to panic when you saw Kid, with the look on his face it was clear that he heard you
Kid was about to speak, but something big fell from the sky unto the boat, making it shake, and almost everybody else got outside
A big dragon with dark scales was standing between you and them, staring at Kid and the others
Everyone was either panicking or getting ready to fight, so you quickly started to explain that dragon was your familiar, that you trained it to come to you when you spoke draconic
Kid was a bit mad at first you kinda hid it from him, especially because he was ready to kick some dragon ass to show how strong he is and now he couldn’t
Although, Kid liked the idea of fighting alongside a dragon, that would make him look so cool!! You HAD to summon your dragon in fights more often!
Chores were canceled for the rest of the day, instead everyone was focusing on your dragon, especially Kid who wanted to know everything about dragons, especially yours
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ari!! i am dropping by to give some good vibes & good weather for the weekend!! 🥹🌤️ & am also curious!! what song reminds you of any of your blorbos? 🥺
sel !!!! tysm ur so sweet, im sending u sunlight and flowers n treats :3 ☀️☀️☀️🌻🌻🍰🍰🍪🍪 i hope ur weekend is full of rest n the fluffiest vibes !! <3
aaaa thats such a good question too !!!!! i have a lot for gojo n geto, and then some for megumi n shoko too i think … im just gonna put it all under the cut in case it gets long i !!!! love love love assigning songs to my blorbos <333
FIRST OF ALL …. sel. u know how i am w gojo….. phshdhs i have a bunchhh of different songs i associate w him but !! here r a couple :>
ok so first !! i firmly believe that gojo is a swiftie so i legally have to assign him a taylor swift song n this is basic but ’cruel summer’ is just so HIM. i especially think of hs gojo when i hear it !!
so cut the headlights, summer’s a knife // i’m always waiting for you just to cut to the bone // devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes // and if i bleed, you’ll be the last to know
also ….. pinkpantheress ….. i dont know WHY i just get big gojo vibes when i listen to her songs 😭😭😭 … i firmly believe he’d listen to her too. i esp associate him w ’break it off’, ’capable of love’ and ’close to you’!!! the lyrics remind me sm of him too :’) i !! love our lonely babyboy !!!!
you can’t even sleep when you turn the lights off // white noise in your head makes it harder to breathe // but easier to tell me when it’s time for me to leave
this happened at the start, everytime we try we fall apart // you can’t seem to hold my heart // close to you // and i know that you make it clear that you want me out of here // though it’s loneliness you fear // close to you
and i think i need a picture ’cause it’s never enough // to see you smilin’ in my mind when i lay still in the dark // it starts with you
i’m obsessed with the idea that one day it breaks up // ’cause after that, i know i’ll never be as capable of love // after you
and then !! and then !!! ’be nice to me’ by the front bottoms is my favorite ever n its !! so so gojo !!!! reminds me sm of him and sugu ;(
if we all left it alone // i’m sure it’d work itself out fine // we keep playing with the numbers // we are running out of time
but you’re a killer // and i’m your best friend // think it’s unfair, your situation // you say i’m changing // sorry, i didn’t know i had to stay the same
and you’re a werewolf and i’m a full moon // and all your very worst enemies will be gone soon // i think you’re changing // don’t worry, you don’t gotta stay the same
(also …. ’fighter’ by jack stauber …. yeaaa. gojocoded)
call me fighter, i’ll mop the floor with you // call me lover, i’ll take you for a drink or two // you’ll get older, and maybe then you’ll feel some control
now as for geto …………. i think i have a billion angsty geto songs but tbh above all else hes so mitski coded. he IS mitski. ’last words of a shooting star’ and ’why didnt you stop me?’ were literally written for geto idc . this is just sooo …. T_T my doomed boy
all of this turbulance wasn’t forecasted // apologies from the intercom // and i am relieved that i’d left my room tidy // they’ll think of me kindly when they come for my things
they’ll never know how i’d stared at the dark in that room // with no thoughts // like a blood-sniffing shark
i always wanted to die clean and pretty // but i’d be too busy on working days // so i am relieved that the turbulance wasn’t forecasted // i couldn’t have changed anyways
i know that i ended it, but // why won’t you chase after me? // you know me better than i do // so why didn’t you stop me?
and then shoko !! hhh for some reason i associate her a lot w penelope scott … i think ’moonsickness’ especially !! and and and … ’ribs’ by lorde :( i think of her when i listen to it n then i cry. ’cigarettes out the window’ by tv girl is another one !!
blood clots, death camps, glitz and depressions // the business cycle and the tides // you fuckers know it’s all built on lies // but the beast refuses to die // and so i guess, well, neither can i
this dream isn’t feeling sweet // we’re reeling through the midnight streets // and i’ve never felt more alone // it feels so scary, getting old
and finally !!!! gumi !!!! :D ok so sel i know we both agree when i say hes the neighbourhood coded. like pretty boy, cry baby, softcore etc etc hes just sooo… yeah.
but !! for some reason i also rly rly associate him w beabadoobee ….. maybe just cuz i think he would like her music. ’apple cider’ makes me think of him everytime i listen to it, im not sure why it just feels so gumi to me ?? esp college gumi !! ’care’ is another beabadoobee song that reminds me of him
and i don’t even like you that much // wait, i do, fuck
you said you liked my hair // so go ahead and touch it // you said you liked the jumper i wore // and so i always wore it
so call me at midnight // ask you if it’s alright // to have a sleepover // to drink some apple cider // or maybe some fruit punch // and we can talk about how we don’t like each other that much
and then theres another one i cant really explain bc its just vibe based pahshhdh BUT … ’cool with you’ by newjeans is so gumi to me .
THIS WAS SO FUN ty for the question sel !!!! makes me wanna make playlists for everyone hhhh ….. 🥺🥺 my blorbos of all time
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ayizan · 1 year
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Translated from the tomb of the Pharoh Tuk Ur, part 2
Part 1
As the sun began to set, the heat of the day broke bringing a blessed cool breeze. The breeze seemed to waken the city of Amm’Ti and before long the streets were filled with the sounds of people and a hub of celebration. Tables and carpets were pulled from houses so that neighbors could sit and feast together. Young girls huddled by the windows, dressing each other in perfumed oils and clean cotton robes. They giggled at the boys that would try to call out them but would not respond until they made it to the boats waiting at the shore. There, girls and boys would slip between the rushes to share a quiet moment in the darkness, watching lamps on the boats glimmer off the surface of the water, like distant fireflies. 
Daa ni took in a breath of the cool air as he excitedly dodged the crowd. While most were heading to the river to watch the procession of the Pharaoh and his family sail down the Nile, Sa’ma had suggested that they go up into the hills to watch the whole thing from above. Daa ni hadn’t been certain that they would see anything up there but spending a quiet moment with Sa’ma beat getting jostled by crowds of drunken people any day. 
The hills were dark by the time Daa ni reached the edge of town, just three large black silhouettes against a purple and deep blue sky. At the gate was Sa’ma in her customary black priestly robes. She blended so well into the hills Daa ni would have entirely missed her if it wasn’t for the oil lamp she was carrying. 
“Took you long enough!” She called waving him over. 
“Sorry!” Daa ni said, catching his breath. “You know how my parents are.” 
“Riiiight,” Sa’ma said, “and it wasn’t because you were staring at all the cute girls on your way here.”
“No!” Daa ni protested, instinctively looking away and blushing. 
She stared at him hard, waiting. He was never good a lying to Sa’ma. 
“Well ok, maybe a little, and it was mostly because I saw Paal ina on my way here.” 
Sa’ma snorted. “Paal ina? Why would she be on the streets? Doesn’t she think they are beneath her or something?” 
“She doesn’t think that!” 
Sa’ma gave Daa ni a ‘don’t bullshit with me’ look. 
“Ok well maybe sometimes she does think that, but today was different! She was with Daa’sh and Kwa an and they were looking at some of the boats.”
“Huh,” Sa’ma said, surprised. “Aren’t they usually in the boats? What are they doing on the shore?”
Daa ni shrugged, his mind filled with thoughts of how pretty Paal ina had looked, how beautiful her long black hair was, how it swayed liked papyrus in the wind. She wouldn’t give him the time a day of course, but a crush was a crush and Daa ni was happy to look on from the distance.
“Alright,” Sa’ma said, “I see that puppy dog face on you, forget about Paal ina, we have more fun stuff to do.”
Daa ni shook the thoughts from his head. “Speaking of which, what are we doing? And is Tuk Ur really going to show up?” 
Just as he said this there was a shout from behind him and both Sa’ma and Daa ni turned to see a dark skinned boy running towards them in the distance. This was the simplest either had seen Tuk Ur dressed. Normally he was covered in gold, lapis and jade, face painted with markings of a prince. But now, he wore a simple cotton wrap around his hip and his hair was tucked under a neat red head wrap. As he came up panting, Daa ni couldn’t help noting how different he looked without the makeup, more a boy like him and less a prince. 
“Sorry for the wait, you guys,” Tuk Ur said. “It took a while to distract Hotep, he gets so crazy when it comes to these celebrations.”
“Are you sure its ok for you to be leaving?” Daa ni asked, looking over Tuk Ur’s shoulder, just in case Hotep was charging down the road behind. Thankfully coast was still clear. 
“It’s fine,” Tuk Ur said, waving his arm. “What are twelve half siblings for if a few can’t play hooky?” 
“Right…” Sa’ma said, looking uncertain. If Sa’ma’s life was heaven, Daa ni would consider Tuk Ur’s life hell. Yes, he was a prince of Egypt, but with twelve siblings all vying for the throne and the thought of assination not off the table, Daa ni wasn’t sure how Tuk Ur had survived so far. On top of that whoever won was guaranteed to execute or exile the rest as well as any nobles who supported said rival. Frankly it was dangerous for Daa ni and Sa’ma to be seen around Tuk Ur as he so far seemed to be in dead last when it came to reaching the throne. But Tuk Ur, Sa’ma and Daa ni had all been friends since they were tiny and they were determined to stay friends for as long as they could, social life be damned. And actually damned they were as all three had faults that prevent them from “fitting in.” 
Daa ni was the son of sorcerers, an occupation that was uneasily accepted within the Royal Courts. Only the Pharaoh seemed to trust his parents, and nobles were ready and willing to blame any misfortune on them. This made an easy target, recommended even, for the young noble and royal boys trying to make a name for themselves. 
Sa’ma had been considered a promising daughter of the illustrious Mann’son clan. One of the few rare clans that managed to survive complete execution not through one but two Pharaohs. Their loyalty to the current Pharaoh was considered one of the strongest, until Sa’ma joined the royal court. Just on her first day she managed to piss off everyone by showing up in black priestly robes instead of the usual white and gold and declaring that she’d rather become an embalmer to marry one of the princes. From then on her family limited her presence in the Royal halls as much as possible. 
Finally Tuk Ur, somewhere in the middle of the seven princes and five princesses. He was the least noticed and the least listened to in all of Amm’Ti. Despite this Daa ni found Tuk Ur to not only be incredibly kind but incredibly smart. He knew everything from the paths to take if you want to avoid unpleasant run ins, to the ins and out of the royal law. His only flaw was that he was smaller then the rest of his siblings and had no strength. Unfortunately those were the pre-requisite to becoming a ruler, whether you had the skill to or not. Daa ni always thought that if Tuk Ur was lucky enough to be exiled, he would join him and see the rest of the world. 
“Shall we get going?” Sa’ma asked lifting her oil lamp. “This stuff ain’t cheap you know.”
“Right,” Daa ni said. Tuk Ur nodded as both boys followed Sa’ma out of the city and into the darkening hills above.
Part 3
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mrssimply · 1 year
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5th: Chrome
I decided to do a fic advent calendar this year, and idea that was given to me by Bones a.k.a Riots from the Totentanz Discord Server.
You can find the prompt list here.
Every fic will be posted on my AO3 Account here.
This one is, once again, for @domicofo/@for-lovely-things who prompted me twice! Thank you again for playing this game with me. Her prompt was: "purely horny V simping over Johnny's silver hand and suddenly finding that he seems to have a kink on it (huge bottom shit) you can change either of their genitals if you want :3 if choking happens i'll be kissin ur toes"
The prompt speaks for itself, mind the E-rating ;) also possessive behavior, slapping and consensual rough play.
“Watch out V!” Johnny hollers behind him. V’s smile slips off his face as he sees the blade come closer to his face. He imagines that’s how activating a sandevistan feels like: time seems to slow down, the air freezes in his lungs, he can see dust sparkling in the dying sun. 
Then everything speeds up again, and the blade suddenly gets deflected. The movement is too fast for him to process it properly, but he gets ample time to witness the resulting stand-off. The blade sings as Johnny’s chrome intercepts it, metal on metal clunking and screeching like two snarling beasts. Johnny’s fingers close around the katana, and V watches as the weapon vibrates and, when the resurrected rocker twists his hand, breaks cleanly.
The Tyger Claws who had just tried to kill V looks at the remains of her blade with a comical expression, visible even behind her mask. Her surprise is her undoing: Johnny moves too fast for V’s eyes to follow again, but the next thing he knows, the girl is lying down with a shattered jaw.
Then they are under assault and V watches Johnny fire faster than he ever could, each bullet finding its target. V moves with him, raining bullets over the Tygers on autopilot while he scans the area, looking for their target. 
“Down to the left,” he indicates, and Johnny nods, moving at high speed and clearing the way. V trots behind him, deactivating the automatic turrets with a flash of his eyes, and spreading an overheat on their assailants with a blink.
When he joins Johnny at the door, the man is examining his hand with a circumspect expression. 
“Ah, the circuitry is busted,” he says and shows V his palm like he expects him to be able to do anything.
V grins, takes his hand to bring it to his lips. He kisses the wrist and the hand twitches under his mouth.
“What’s that for?” Johnny asks.
“A magic kiss.”
The other gives him a deadpan look and a huff, but his eyes strays on V’s lips even as he retakes his hand.
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Viktor grumbles about the arm, he always does. Says it’s an old thing and Johnny ought to change it. Says it’s fucking up with his back and his mind, too. Says it’s dangerous for himself, and for others. Johnny, surprisingly, looks pensive instead of angry like V knows he would have been, one death ago. 
“I like it,” the young merc says.
“As if that’s a positive endorsement, you adrenaline junkie,” the doc retorts, tweaking the circuitry one last time before declaring he’s done.
“At least take better care of it,” Viktor adds when they’re about to get out of his clinic. “Oil the joints and clean it better than that. Between blood, sweat and Night City’s dirt, it’s a wonder it didn’t jam, yet.”
Johnny gives a lazy salute as his sole answer, to Vik’s never ending exasperation. They hear him grumble some more as they get out with matching grins.
“Lets get drunk,” they both say.
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Still, Johnny heeds the doc’s advice and V finds him seated at the table outside on their balcony with some preem quality ointment for chrome. He even put a cloth under it to protect the table from the smelly product. Johnny rubs it delicately around each finger, and into his palm. His movement speaks of experience and military discipline: it’s not the first time he’s done this.
“Need help?” V offers, sitting astride the bench next to him.
Johnny shakes his head, a cigarette between his lips, then seems to reconsider.
“You can do the elbow,” he says, extending his arm. He holds very still as V runs oily fingers into the mechanism that allows the spikes to fold and unfold as wished. Johnny extends them for the occasion, so that V can do them too with the help of a soft cloth. They look shiny and sharp, glinting under the sun. Inside the elbow, it’s trickier and V knows that if Johnny were to move an inch, he could kiss a phalange or two goodbye.
The rocker appears relaxed, smoking with his shades perched on his nose, looking like a benevolent king with a zealous servant. But the tension in his shoulder belies his detached attitude: he’s focusing hard on staying still.
Even when he’s done, V can’t stop running his hands over the chrome. He traces the many scratches, the little nicks and irregularities which spoke of the adventurous life the arm lived, along with his holder.
“Turn around,” V finally says. With a raised eyebrow, Johnny obeys, flexing the arm and his shoulder as he does so, finally relaxing. V gets up to put his still greasy hands over Johnny’s trapezius and starts massaging. The man tenses, before he sags forward with a relieved groan.
“Fuck yeah.”
V chuckles and digs into it harder.
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The merc watches Johnny’s fingers dance on the frets. They are agile as they pinch the right places to make the guitar sing. The amp, cranked to the max, translates the particular tang of metal on metal like an echo. It’s as fascinating to watch as it is to hear. Johnny stops and looks up at Kerry, standing nearby, one boot on another amp.
“Sure,” he says, “better that way.”
Johnny smirks.
“‘course it is.”
Kerry rolls his eyes and goes over the same notes, a bit slower. He gives the final note a twist that makes it all the more tragic as it hangs in the following silence. Johnny’s cocks his head and hums before he plays the notes again, copying Kerry’s suggestion effortlessly, and adds more to it, as if the melody suddenly unlocks under his fingers.
V can’t tear his eyes from it, the neck of his beer bottle just resting against his lips. 
An hour later, Kerry passes judgment on the whole song and deems it “ok for now”, which earns him a scoff from Johnny, but the man doesn’t protest too much, which must mean he agrees with his old friend. 
Kerry then receives a text saying Dino apparently has a preem plan for a party. V is generally wary of Dino’s plans, because even though his band, the Gloryhole Riders, are often sold out, no one seems to recall ever having seen them play, which is really suspicious in V’s book. 
They go to the party anyway: Neither Johnny nor Kerry know how to refuse such opportunities, especially since the rocker’s rebirth. They’re both too happy to experience a real friendship for the first time, freed of all the angst of their young years.
V follows like a puppy, if only to keep them out of trouble.
In the club, the music and the heat are like a cocoon. They lost Kerry in the crowd fairly early. He was supposed to fetch them drinks but he probably met Dino on the way and V knows the fixer enough to guess what Kerry is doing right now.
Johnny isn’t dancing, apparently it’s against his policy, but he’s been watching V from the bar, gaze unreadable behind his dark red glasses. In a way, V knows he’s dancing for him, ignoring the advances of his fellow dancers. One guy is more insistent, with pretty blue hair and a sharp jaw, so V let himself be pulled into his moves. 
It takes a minute or two but he suddenly feels hard chrome against his left side. Johnny pulls him back against his chest, making him turn to face him. V grins at him, is on the verge of calling him jealous when Johnny raises his hand to his jaw. His chrome fingers grip V’s head, and his gaze is thunderous, clearly visible since Johnny removed his glasses. 
Surprised by the intensity of his eyes, V only gapes, and his breath hitch in his lungs when Johnny moves his thumb to brush his lips. The metal is smooth against his skin, unyielding. It brings goosebumps all over the merc’s arms.
Then, Johnny pushes his thumb inside V’s mouth, possessive and rough, but that’s fine. That’s just how V likes it.
“You didn’t tell me you had a jealous input!” the other guys shouts over the music. 
V laughs. He didn’t know either.
His laugh is cut short by a searing kiss that leaves him breathless.
“Home,” Johnny growls and V shudders against him but nods frantically.
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Johnny’s chrome hand around his ankle is warm, which is as always a surprise to V. It has a temperature regulator, as all military models do: the metal needs to always stay at the same heat to properly function, Johnny explained to him the first time he remarked on it. 
The stray thought gets chased away by a shiver as the hand skims over his hairy leg and up to his knees. V watches the progression of the chrome fingers with baited breath. He’s dreamed of this happening so many times, even when Johnny was still sharing his mind, always thinking it would never happen. He’s trying not to hope too much, and fears he has misunderstood the desire in Johnny’s eyes, but the man doesn’t stop until his hand is toying with the edge of V’s black boxers. 
Johnny taps his index against the cloth twice.
“Get that off,” he orders and V swallows thickly, but executes himself with shaky limbs. Johnny’s gaze is ravenous as he observes him shed the last item of clothing. The man is still mostly dressed, in leather pants and his usual black tank top.
V reclines against the pillows and opens his legs with a challenging expression. His cock is hard, leaking against his thigh. With a smirk, Johnny shuffles between his spread legs and, with a lot more confidence than V expected for a mostly straight guy, Johnny takes his cock in his organic hand.
“Nah,” V stops him, to Johnny’s surprise. He looks confused and confusion is always tinted with anger when Johnny is concerned. He opens his mouth, probably to ask V what the fuck he’s thinking, telling him to stop, how dare he? but the merc stalls him.
“Use the other one.”
Johnny blinks, then a sly smile slowly blossoms over his lips as he switches hands. He’s careful in his grip, straining to keep his fist evenly open as not to pinch V’s sensitive skin. The merc pours lube over Johnny’s hand, who grimaces because this will be hellish to clean.
“I’ll make it worth it,” V promises.
“You better.”
Johnny jerks V like this, slowly, looking at his face the whole time and smiling every time the merc twitches or groans. 
“You cheat,” V accuses him, “you’ve seen me do it.”
“Better, I’ve felt you do it, I know exactly what makes you tick.”
“I might still surprise you.”
“Doubt it,” Johnny confidently replies, releasing the hard cock to let his cybernetic hand drift down to V’s hole. He plays with the rim, smirks when V bites off a keen and spreads his legs further apart like he can’t help it.
“Yeah, put it inside me.”
Johnny does, using the remaining lube to slide in a first chrome finger. 
“I really love your hand.”
“I know.”
V huffs a laugh and shakes his head.
“This is really just stroking your ego, ain’t it?”
He only gets a grin as an answer, and another finger. His ass pulse around the chrome digits and he moans shamelessly while Johnny watches him like a hawk. His mouth is parted, letting out elaborated breaths: he can play cool but he’s just as affected.
He tortures V for a while, playing hide and seek with his sweet spot, enjoying the frustration rising inde V’s gaze. The merc finally snaps and grabs his hair to wrench his head back.
“Fuck me, now,” he growls. In retaliation, Johnny seizes his chin and squeezes hard with his metal fingers. At a stand-off, V abdicates first and forces himself to relax.
“Good boy,” Johnny praises, and doesn't miss the shiver that runs through V, but doesn't comment on it. Instead, he settles between his legs, puts a pillow under V’s hips like a gentleman and grabs his own cock to place it against V’s hole. 
The push is intense, especially since Johnny barely ease back to let him breath before he goes in again, deeper, helped by additional lube. Once he’s bottomed out, Johnny lets out a groan and a sigh of relief, and gives V a little peck on the lips. Sweet. 
V kisses him properly in answer, filthy, licking into his mouth until he’s made the rocker breathless. Johnny starts thrusting into him, panting against his mouth and cursing lowly, brows furrowed like he can’t quite process the pleasure. 
“Harder,” V asks once he’s adjusted to Johnny's slow rhythm. He’s really savoring it, easing out slowly to snap back in deep, with a little growl each time. 
“C’mon, harder, “ V urges him again, and only gets his hair pulled for his trouble. He moans at the sensation, at the little sting of pain and relaxes for a while, letting Johnny enjoy his body. The buildup is nice, a little bit too nice for his tastes.
“Please, Johnny,” he breathes and  the man huffs, pushing up on his ‘ganic arm. He trails his chrome hand up from V’s waist to his chest, pinch a nipple in passing, smiles at the broken moan it earns him, before he settles his fingers around the merc’s neck.
“Just shut up and take it, don’t rush me,” he warns. It only makes V smirks. He playfully clenches around him, revels in the deep groan he gets for his trouble. The hand tightens around his neck. Last warning.
When he starts thrusting again, Johnny’s movements are indeed a bit harder. He raises one of V’s legs over his shoulder and starts really giving it to him.
“That’s all you got?” V taunts even though the nice rocking has him shivering, saliva gathering behind his teeth as his orgasm rises. Johnny ignores him, leaning into him with appreciative noises. His eyelids flutter slowly like he can’t keep his eyes open under the pleasure he feels.
V slaps him hard across the face and cries out when that makes Johnny snap forward brutally. The rocker stills, panting above him with his head still turned to the side. 
“Fine,” he mutters, and when he looks back at V, his gaze shines with a hint of madness. “I’ll shut you up,” he adds ominously before reaffirming his grip around V’s neck. 
The merc only smiles and bare his throat more in invitation. He sees a flash of red inside Johnny’s eyes before the man starts rocking into him again. He goes slow, in long and languid thrusts, but his chrome fingers are hard against V’s throat. He tightens the hold more and more, pushing up against his trachea. And each time he does it, he also goes faster and harder.
“Oh yeah,” V wheezes with a beatific smile. This is what he was aiming at.
Johnny smiles meanly over him and fucks into him hard once, twice, before he relents slightly, teasing the merc with a long slow drag out. He chuckles when V shivers and arches back, and slams back in, hard and deep. He leans harder on his chrome arms, and watches his partner gasp weakly.
“I don’t care if you pass out V, I’m not stopping,” Johnny rasps over him and the merc nods stupidly. His head is empty of thoughts. He tenses reflexively and that only makes Johnny pound harder into him and cut his airway more. His eyes roll back in their orbit and V feels like he’s in heaven, mind shutting off and body going overdrive with the sensations. Everything feels heightened, like Johnny’s cock is brushing against a live wire inside of him. He doesn’t know if he’s going to pass out or come first.
It isn’t long before Johnny starts losing all coordination.
“Fuck,” he curses as he litterally bends V in half and buries himself as deep as he can with a snarl. He does it once, twice, and a third time. His chrome hand seizes around V’s throat, and the merc comes like this. Right on time, because in his orgasm, Johnny releases his throat, and the oxygene rushing into his mind makes everything starker.
V laughs, prompting Johnny to look at him. Now that he’s all mellowed by the endorphins, he looks fond. His chrome fingers delicately trace the marks he left on V’s throat. With a sigh, he shifts up and lands a soft kiss under the merc’s jaw.
“Next time, you do it to me” he says.
“Sure. Won’t even make you pay for it,” V replies cheekily.
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xnchxntmxnt · 1 year
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hello! id love to join your event!
my name is felix or mikey and my pronouns are he/they. and i’d love a matchup from obey me!
i would absolutely love a stargazing date, it’s my favorite date activity ever. but i also love the idea of staying at home and spending time doing watching a movie or anything, just spending quality time together is nice.
i’m very quite at first but when i like you i open up a lot and am very energetic and talkative. i’ve been called “silly” before and also get called a puppy boy often. i am also very affectionate and do not like keeping words of praise and love to myself.
some of my hobbies are: writing, crocheting, and cosplay.
i like video games, cute things, music and sweets.
i hate being ignored and do not like when too much is going on at once either.
my love language is quality time or words of affirmation and less conventionally parallel play. i enjoy being in the same room as someone i love while we both do different things.
i hope this was enough information, and thank you for hosting this event! also congratulations on 700 followers that’s so cool! and also congratulations on your 2 year anniversary!! hope you have many more of both!
aaa ur so sweet im glad I got to do an event for you !! this one might be one of my favorites I've been working on so far :D
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Your valentine’s date is… LUCIFER
There is no one better to take you on a date 
Whether you're going out or staying in, he seriously pulls out all the stops
Movie night? You get to his room and his desk is clean from work and holding all of your favorite snacks 
Maybe he just wanted to spend a little time with you, so you suggest dressing him up in cosplay w you? He’ll go for it, why not. Expect new materials to make costumes/akuzon costumes 
Overall, he’s quite sweet and has a thing for gift giving as a love language. He wants you to feel spoiled and loved at the end of the day 
If you made even a slight notion you wanted to go on a stargazing date, he would be there for you immediately
He would plan a small picnic–not anything too elaborate, but he brings some snacks & some devildom wine to make it classy
A blanket to sit on, and one in case you get cold
(If you really want to pull some strings you could ask for his jacket. He’d give it to you)
He’s very gentle and soft spoken while he’s there with you. Its a bit jarring, considering he comes off as so intimidating to others, but you know how truly he just wants to be held for a little while. Or to hold you 
It’s quiet. Rather than the tense, eerie quiet of the House of Lamentation, you sit with Lucifer in the grass in the garden. You never thought the Devildom sky would be so peaceful, but with him, everything felt right. There was no question about it. 
You laid on the smooth blanket, head in his lap as he ran his hands carefully through your hair. His touch was so slight, so gentle, it felt like he was afraid to break you. 
Slowly, you reach out and catch his hand, bringing it towards you. He allows you to do as you please with him—it used to bother him slightly, that you had so much control over him. But the more he grew to love you, the less it mattered. He utterly adored you, and made it clear every time you were together. 
“What are you thinking about?” you ask gently, pressing gentle kisses to the pads of his fingers, then his palm. “Talk to me, Lucifer.”
He shakes his head, brushing his fingers over your cheek. “Only you, my love. Always you.”
You chuckle and smile at him. “I love you, too.”
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Because I Love You
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WARNING!: murder, blood, gore, YANDERE! Male! Sakura, Obsessive Behaviour, Anger issues, Hyugas need to chill.
<modern Au>
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3rd POV:
One Summer day, after a heated argument with your parents about how you want to be with Sakuro Haruno, which the Hyūga clan family (yes, ur from the Hyūga clan) outwardly, "politely" refused, stating that they wouldn't let her marry off to some clanless, lowlife mercenary, your heart sunk in your stomach, knowing fully well that the great Hyuuga clan of "Hyūgacorporate" would never let in an outsider, much less a civilian mercenary and a war medic of merchant descending family anywhere near people of such high status, let alone marry into one.
With tears welled in your eyes, as you bury your head in your palms, crying from the pressure of emotions, cursing yourself inwardly for being born into such a ruthless and arrogant clan.
Then between your fingers, you saw two set of mint-green glowing eyes. You clear your vision, not quite wanting to face your lover, but also worried as you now could clearly make out his features.
His minty eyes wide open, darkened, pupils dilating, until they settle into a very sharp, almost cat-like form, his jaw was clenched tight as he grinded his teeth from anger, his body tense and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was grasping the fabric of his jeans, before he relaxed after your father has finished his rant about destiny and how he was a lowlife and whatnot.
Still
He went completely still, his bangs foreshadowing his expression.
Burying your face back in shame and embarrassment and the need to burst in tears once more, you finally decided to storm off and get some air, even though you weren't sure how good of an idea it was to leave your love behind with your family, but you didn't care at that moment, all you needed was some fresh air to clear your mind.
"Y/n Hyūga, come back here right this instant!" her mother called out in anger.
Y/N' POV:
"I resent all of you so much, Mother. If only you could just shut up, go crawl in a ditch and die!" I screamed and stormed out, cussing out my lineage, gasps and the rage-filled voice of my mother slowly dying out as I ran further, finally out of the mansion.
Too bad that would be the last words I would've ever say to them.
As my father would say "fate would be inevitable."
If only i had stayed...
after 5 minutes of trying to cool my head, I started regretting my words, 'maybe that was a bit too harsh... I should apologiz-'
*BANG*
before i could finish my thought, something loud came from the house. Maybe something fell? Or maybe Father threw something...?
Oh no...
Sakuro!
Quickly i ran back from the big garden in hurry, swinging the giant door open.
"What happen-!!!" before i could finish my thought, Sakuro was walking out with an unreadable expression on his face, his eyes dull and dark.
I ran up to him and gave him a hug, sighing in relief that he was safe"Sakuro-Kun what was that sound, w-what-" before I could finish my thought, as I looked up at his face properly, I noticed only then.
Red splatters on his face adorned his mostly flawless features, dripping from the side at some point.
then, a metallic scent filled my nose.
Backing away from him on slow and shaky feet, she looked down at his clothes, taking in his appearance: black and red materials of his shirt and flannel had been darkened, his jeans splattered with same substance on his face, a gun in one hand and long strands of bloody mat of long hair in his other one, his tall body hunched over slightly, lost in thought, dazed almost. She looked by the entrance of the living room, lower body of what she could make out was her sister, blood pooling around slowly straying its path to random directions and down at herself, her once clean attire now covered in her parent's and sister's blood.
3rd POV;
Then it happened: Dark mint color met pearly Lilac.
"hey, Y\n?" he asked, the dazed look still eminent on his features.
The h/c haired woman couldn't muster a reply, her lip started trembling, eyes wide, backing away towards the door slowly, which the pink-haired mercenary had followed suit after, not making harsh movements, as if to not startle an already scared animal, who was ready to sprint at any given moment. "you love me, right? no matter what I may do? you still will keep the promise, right?"
Pearly lilac met his gaze once more, she picked up on his broken tone, as if he was holding back his emotions that were pressured like a dome about to break and spill over. her eyes pleading silently, begging to tell her it's not true, but all she received in return was his gaze, face softening, morphing in a guilty and apologetic look.
She shook her head. "No... NO! What did you do?!' She screamed, both in horror and rage. She tried to dash to the door and open it, but was beat to it by a large, gloved hand, banging the giant door closed, the hinges rattled from the Sheer force.
Gloves...
Those were his military gloves, her mind provided, covered in blood, leaving a red trail on the door as his hand slid down.
His arms sneaked around her, holding her.
"NO! LET ME GO!!! MURDERER, MONSTER!!!" The last remaining Hyuga of the household screamed, eyes blurred from the tears streaming relentlessly down her features. "MAMA, PAPA!!! NEE-SAMA, HELP, PLEASE!!!"
She kept thrashing and screaming for help, trying to get out of the Pink-Haired monster's grip, who didn't budge the slightest, he put the gun back under his shirt, held by the belt and fully embraced her from the back, letting them sink to the floor, his body protectively, almost possessively wrapped around her, his monstrous strength keeping the weeping female in place.
She kept screaming, but to no avail.
Sakuro thanked the heavens at that moment that the Family was on on vacation by the seaside, where they had a place far away from the mainland of the beach, by the sea.
Her screams turned into hoarse cries, and the hoarse cries turned into hiccups.
Then
Silence...
Finally gathering the courage, he turned her face up, moving the stray hairs out of her face with one gloveless finger.
Completely clean and warm.
How absurd...
her eyes dulled, out of energy, her mind fogging between consciousness and dreamland.
"It's ok, It's all over now, i'm here..." He said, his face warm, beautiful, soft mint now a shade of viridian under the moonlight that peaked through from the giant window the door.
This was the Sakuro She knew, the one she fell in love with, she mused once again in her mind, her hand, drained, reached up to touch his bloodied cheek, her mind in a state of dilemma.
Was this a dream? a nightmare? it had to be.
She would wake up, she knew it.
"Why...?" She asked, her voice hoarse. She felt like claws were running down her vocal cords, if she talked louder, she thought vaguely, she was sure they would snap.
"Because you are mine and mine only. I won't let anyone else have you, Because I Love You... and won't let even your family or god take you away from me, if he came down." He smiled, gently kissing her forehead.
Then his face darkened "if you're not willing to be with me, even if I go to hell for my actions, I will hunt you down and take you down with me, because there no me without you, and I won't let anyone have you..
Because I Love You, More than you can ever imagine, my moonshine..." He said in a gentle voice, but Y/N could see, even at the sate of passing out, that there was a darker intent.
Because I Love You, Huh...?
she saw his eyes, then the moon rising perfectly between the glass, then...
Darknesss...
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OMGOMGOMGOMG, MY FIRST YANDERE MINI-FIC!!!!!
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Enjoooyyyy <3
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The smut is done
I have to be up in 5 hours oh lord I hope you guys like it
Holy SHIT this chapter is almost 5,000 words! Fairly vanilla, but oceans of LONGING.
Still mature rated, though
Dagoth Ur/female Dunmer Nerevarine
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Voryn had stood there with her for quite a long time, holding her in silence. He murmured something about having things to do after one point, however, and let go. He turned her around, brought her right hand up, bowed slightly, and pressed the lips of his mask against it.
(This was not the Sharmat she had heard so much evil of.)
He woos as a lover, but he reeks with fear and disgust, the words of Nibani Maesa repeated in her mind, a counter to the pleasant thought.
If he was all evil, if he was all just a being of death and darkness, why did her heart flutter so? Was this Nerevar's influence, or was it some girlish part of her, taken with the tall dark villain everyone had warned her against?
Perhaps it was both.
Do not listen. Do not go to him.
A bit late for that, Sadara thought, as he rose again. Much too late.
"There are a great many things that we have yet to discuss," Voryn said as he stood back to full height, "Make yourself at home, and we can start on it again in the evening."
She didn't look at him, but nodded.
The warmth of his hand, the chill of his mask. Once more she was torn between two feelings. Once more she wondered if there was a middle ground.
Once more she found no answer.
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Down a corridor she had not before noticed, Voryn directed her, before turning back to the Heart Chamber himself.
Several rooms were back here, several she would never have thought WOULD be. At its end was what she had chosen first. The somewhat cramped (surely it must be so for him, she thought) space of the corridor opened up and into a cavernous room. Only the initial area appeared to be lit with torches, while nearer to the water there were more of the red candles she had come to associate with him and his followers.
Steam rose from its surface, and where the warmth of the Heart Chamber had been oppressive, this was more soothing. There was a strange feeling of familiarity here, but she had been having to deal with such things for some time now. Everything carried that sense of deja vu with it. It was almost tiring to feel it so often.
She set aside her bags, and took out a few strips of nix-hound jerky and a somewhat overripe ash yam to make a small breakfast. She washed it down with a bit of mazte.
On a whim, and needing something mindless to do that would allow her to think over things, she took out the small washboard and soap from the clothes bag, then headed to the water with the garments she'd worn in the last few days.
After stripping off the last layer, she set about washing her clothes. What she hung them on to dry was the tent frame she'd brought with her--there was hardly enough room, but she wanted clean clothes when she got out of the water. It wasn't as if damp robes would cause her to catch cold here anyway, not with how warm it was.
I've crossed a line, I know I have. SEVERAL lines. No, forget that, I've crossed a couple of provinces and possibly a realm of Oblivion doing what I did.
Sadara wanted to stay, to see if it was possible to pull Voryn back from the brink. And--if such a thing WAS possible, it would take time. Getting here had been a hard enough journey, but he had been plotting this vengeance of his for an entire era.
As she ran her armor over the washboard she grumbled to herself under her breath.
"What makes you think you can change anything?"
Indeed, what DID make her think she could?
One drunken night where she had indulged in...admittedly something very cathartic. In the haze of memory from last night, that was one of the few clear things. That what had happened was the way that it should be, that with him was where she belonged. She had never felt like that before, not at any point in her journey.
Home was not in the Empire.
How was not in Morrowind.
Home was with Voryn.
Maybe, she thought, it was because she knew what it was to be alone. Leyawiin wasn't a bad place, but the Count did not much care for those who were not themselves Imperial. And no one here in Morrowind cared much for her beyond what she could do for them, no matter how much like them she was. That she was Dunmer didn't matter, she was not from Morrowind so she was an outsider.
Voryn's dreams had been the first time she had ever felt welcomed here, and though she knew things were not ideal the hope that some part of (Nerevar's) her past could be preserved still persisted.
"Gods above, Nerevar, this is all your fault," Sadara groaned, "If you hadn't longed for the touch of your closest friend, I probably wouldn't be thinking this right now. Oh yes, you wanted to see what was under the loincloth, so I had to as well."
(But really, there was an element of her own desire in it. She'd had a bite of the forbidden fruit, and that taste made her want more.)
But really, was it all Nerevar, if SHE was Nerevar?
Was I ever me?
It made her head hurt, and she had just gotten over a headache! So shoving the thoughts aside she went back to scrubbing at her clothes, until she'd gotten through the lot of them. The armor and clothes were hung up on the tent poles and string she'd brought with her. She could finally get into the water herself.
It would have been too hot for most, and had her for the first time thanking the Divines she was a Dunmer. It felt hot, certainly, but not too much so. Sinking into that water was like enveloping herself a steaming hug. Every muscle in her body was relaxed by the dip.
The seat she initially chose was too far down--maybe the one Voryn used when he came here. IF he came here, she thought then. Certainly if she had a home with such a place she'd be in it every damn day.
She sank lower into the water, until it covered her shoulders.
I could fall asleep like this, she thought.
Still, her mind insisted on ruining things.
What if Azura is right? What if last night was just to lull me into a false sense of security, the more easily to be rid of me when he decides it's time? Really, what reason does he have to assume I've joined him and the Sixth House?
But surely if Voryn had meant to kill her, he would have done it during their...interlude...the previous night. It would have been easy, she was addled by drink and indulgence in what Nerevar seemed to hope for...or what he had once hoped for...
She'd been sure, though, that he had enjoyed it as much as she had. If he had some plan, he might have been persuaded by...what had happened...to put it off for a little while. But then, she thought a moment later, he could ALSO have done it when she had stood on the edge of the rock not half an hour ago. He had had the easiest possible opportunity to kill her, and yet he hadn't done it.
What if he still meant to? What if he thought she had Wraithguard, and...
Just stop. Please. Just stop. Let me enjoy this.
Her mind went silent then, and after a quick sort of bath she luxuriated once again in the feeling of the hot water.
Sadara was so relaxed she failed to notice someone entering the room...though she DID notice the sound of footsteps as they neared. She jolted up, covering her chest as she looked to see who had come. And despite the heat of the water, she felt a chill when seeing the source of the noise.
Beside the makeshift drying rack she'd made for her damp clothes stood an ash ghoul. She remembered this one--she'd passed it on the way into the chamber where she had first encountered--Voryn.
Oh, by the Nine--
Her sword was five feet away, and she couldn't reach for it, not without giving the thing a show. Then again, it didn't seem to have any eyes...still, modesty battled with fear as she stared at it, and it (apparently) stared back.
It lifted its hands, and for a moment Sadara braced for whatever attack it would throw at her.
Rustling fabric.
The ash ghoul was holding some sort of red and black robe in its hand, and was shaking it out. It made a growling noise and bobbed its head.
"You're only trying to talk to me," she said, indicating she was paying attention. "Right?"
Again, a bob of its head. It lifted the fabric.
"You want me to take that?"
Its head bobbed several times, as clear a yes as she could possibly expect.
"I can't--I--don't have anything on. You can leave it there."
It made a strange growling noise, but did as she asked and left the room. Once Sadara was sure it had properly left (but keeping an eye on the door as she got out of the water) she went to see what exactly it was that the thing had left. A moment before reaching down she realized her hair was still sopping wet, and turned to wring it out a few steps away. It hung over the left side of her head and fell onto her left shoulder, at least not dripping wet now.
She picked up the fabric the ash ghoul had brought.
It felt like fine silk, and was all in red and black. As she turned it over she saw in the collar a continuous line of the beetle-like sigil of House Dagoth in gold thread. She had only ever seen such garments at a distance, on nobles and wealthy merchants. Garments like these belonged to people of importance, people to whom she would play her lute and hope they were generous enough to toss her a few gold.
Sadara ran her hands over the fabric, and brought it up to her cheek. It felt even better against her face.
But he is the Father of Lies, and thinks to trick you with his gifts, the words of Nibani Maesa suddenly intruded in her mind. Do not listen.
Surely it could not hurt to at least try it on...
She slipped into the robe after drying herself off a little more, and while it was a little too long--sweeping the floor, its sleeves a few inches past her hands, one shoulder or the other slipping no matter how much she shifted it about--it was still a thing of beauty, lovely even just to touch. There was a faint smell of incense about it, too, like cinnamon and cloves and smoky wood. She inhaled the scent, and suddenly a memory rose in her mind.
Really, Voryn, for me? You shouldn't have. It's so delicate, I'm almost afraid I'll tear it.
Oh.
It was Nerevar's, it must have been, or something Voryn had once given to him. Perhaps he thought it only right to give to her, considering.
(If he meant to kill you, would he really give any gifts?)
Maybe what she hoped was possible. At the very least, what she had been told would happen by nearly everyone certainly had NOT happened.
Sadara pulled her lute from one of her bags and idly began to pluck at it. She wasn't entirely sure what she was feeling at the moment, and any difficult situation she'd encountered usually ended in such a manner. Little tunes being played out in calm order, while her mind moved about seeking answers for one thing or another. Practice AND thinking, an ideal situation for one who made a living with their instrument.
She realized halfway through a third set that she had fallen into playing "Spirit of the Volcano."
Voryn was on her mind, even when she wasn't thinking about him. Once more she sarcastically thanked Nerevar. Had he never had that lingering thought...
In such a way, breaking twice for lunch and dinner, did the time pass away. She mostly thought on the situation at hand and plucked at the lute, but she looked over the notes and prophecies that had brought her here as well. Dragonborn and far star marked...well that was obvious. She was born in the Empire, and had been born under the sign of the Thief. Outlander incarnate...that part was also obvious. Nearly everyone here called her outlander, and it had by now been well proved that she was indeed Nerevar come again.
But what did I come again for, if I'm still dallying about being indecisive like this?
Heroes made up their minds. Heroes knew what they were about. They were the ones who made the hard decisions. THEY were the ones who set to rights old ills. They didn't dither about wringing their hands about what to do from one point to another.
"You can't even decide whether or not he means to kill you," she murmured under her breath to herself, "Let alone whether or not you will slay him."
A pit seemed to form in her stomach at the idea, though, and another thought rose soon after. While there is a chance to help him, could you really say you would do it?
No.
The answer was no.
And suppose there was no chance? Suppose you knew for absolute certain he would not kill you, and yet there was no hope of change?
There wasn't a definite answer there...but she found herself leaning in the direction of no. Whatever had taken hold of him--Voryn was still there, and it would be wonderful to see more of him.
You already saw all of him, she thought wryly, a moment later. Quite literally.
With the help of a couple spells her clothes and armor finished drying soon after this line of thought. She tucked away her clothes, picked up her bags, and headed back into the corridor.
For a moment she considered simply leaving. But the tight feeling in her chest that resulted from the thought instantly persuaded her against that course of action.
There were two rooms linked in the corridor itself, and she looked into the one on her right. Or left from the other side, she thought momentarily.
It was relatively empty, though it looked as if it had been recently cleaned. The door could only barely be called such, and seemed clumsily made. There were gaps around all its sides...
In one corner nearest to the door was something she swore was a wardrobe. On opening it she saw a few--towels, maybe?
The farther corner had something like a bed, only there were no sheets or straw or furs. A frame only, really. She put out her bedroll on it, and then sat down on the edge.
What am I doing? What am I DOING?
She was sitting in some back room that--admittedly felt vaguely familiar--was uncomfortably close to the one whom everyone had talked up as the enemy of all Morrowind. She couldn't say the reputation was unjustified, not after all the corprus monsters she'd seen just in Divath Fyr's tower, to say nothing of those behind the Ghostfence. And the blight diseases, too...and the Sleepers she had encountered, who had been pulled under his influence and had spoken to her about joining him.
Sadara realized she was fiddling with the moon-and-star, and promptly stopped, setting her hands down on the wooden frame of the bed beside her that was uncovered by her bedroll.
Yet here I am, wearing his colors and sitting in a room in HIS volcano. The morning after--
Deep breath.
Moments from last night appeared in her mind--his face before her, after that first kiss, utterly confused that she'd done it. The way his look had changed by the time she turned around to face him. The look into his eyes as he opened her robe, especially, and she felt a brief shiver at the idea of how full of intent they were. The almost feral way he'd growled as he'd pushed into her--
Stop thinking about it. You need to STOP.
Sadara took another deep breath, stood up--and winced as a splinter of wood from the bed frame dug into her hand and dragged from her thumb's joint across to that of her middle finger. She brought her hand up to look at it; the wound wasn't exactly deep. But it was bleeding. She cast a healing spell, hoping to seal it up quickly--
--but nothing happened. Another try with the same spell, and nothing happened.
She reached into one of her bags for a healing potion, thinking maybe she'd done something wrong, maybe focused improperly. But guzzling a healing potion didn't close up the wound either. Sighing, she reached into another bag for a length of bandage fabric, with which she dabbed at the trickle of blood.
It was then that he entered the room, and she had no courage to look up at him.
"Something wrong?"
"It's nothing. I cut my hand on a splinter and--it won't heal."
Voryn moved closer, and extended a hand to her. "Let me see it."
After a moment's hesitation and a third attempt at the healing spell, she stood and gave him her hand.
"Strange," he mused as he looked at the cut. "That you should fail to close so small a wound."
"It happened this morning with my...hangover headache, too. I just assumed I just couldn't concentrate because of the hangover."
"Clearly, someone is upset with you." Voryn placed his other hand over hers and after a moment's focus pulled it away again. The cut was now closed, and all that remained of it was the dried blood in her palm. "But I can assure you that it isn't me."
"I--" Sadara stumbled over the word, but recovered and moved on, "--I suppose you want to go on with that talk you...that you mentioned earlier."
"I do, Nerevar."
She had been looking up, but on hearing the name immediately looked back down.
"Is something wrong?"
"It's just--" Sadara took another deep breath. "--I know I'm Nerevar reborn. I KNOW I am. But...it seems that that's all I am in Morrowind."
Stop talking, for the love of the Nine!
"What do you mean?" Voryn's voice was soft, almost...gentle.
"No one cared who I was until I put on the ring. Then...the temple I'd cooperated with up until that point..."
"They branded you an enemy," Voryn finished for her. "The false gods are ever watchful for Nerevarines, and not for the first time have they acted thus with one. Simply by existing, you are a danger to them. A threat to their power."
"I never asked for this. I didn't want it," Sadara went on, "They kidnapped me in the middle of the night from Leyawiin, dragged me here, and then I'm told I'm some reincarnated hero, and--and the fresh start I'd hoped I might get was right out the window. I mattered, in all the ways I used to daydream about--who doesn't want to be a hero, after all? At least with the dreams, I felt..."
His head tilted a bit and despite being unable to see his face, she could feel his interest in how she would finish the sentence. She stared at the empty eyes of the mask for a few moments, still stumbling over her words.
"I felt like..."
"Like what?" he prompted.
"I felt welcomed." Sadara took a deep breath.
For all the suffering the blight diseases caused, for all the evil of which he was the source, it was the first time she had ever felt wanted anywhere.
"I know you want Wraithguard. I know...I know of your plans, but...at least you softened the blow of what you wanted, acted nicely, treated me like I was someone, instead of only some tool to be used for your purposes."
Why are you pouring your heart out to him? You need to stop!
Her mind was screaming at her, and yet her mouth wouldn't obey.
"I know that's the only value I have to anyone in Morrowind. The Nerevarine. Everyone I meet has something they want of me as a result, some errand they want done. I'm not Sadara, I'm Nerevar, or a thing to be lead about, to..."
She walked past him, in the direction of the door.
"Sadara..." He spoke as if he were testing the word out. Gods, how sweet it was to hear her name from his lips, not merely 'Nerevar.'
"Azura certainly makes it clear. Every day that you still live she is in my ear, scolding me for not 'having mercy' on you. Go to Vivec, she says, get Wraithguard, return, and...and..."
Her voice cracked and she choked up.
"And what?"
"And kill you." She gulped, and stared at the door. Feeble wood. She could easily put her fist through it, she was sure. "I don't want to kill you, Voryn. I don't want things to get to that point. After--after everything that's--"
She forced herself to turn back in his direction.
"Are you afraid I will act against you?" his tone stayed soft as he walked forward. "Perhaps she whispers that I mean you harm? That at any second, your life will end at my hand?"
"Something like that."
"Well." He gave half a chuckle at that. "So long as you do not raise a weapon against me, I can assure you that that will not be the case."
"You don't know what a relief it is to hear that." Sadara gulped slightly. She felt--raw, exposed almost, as if she were baring herself more to him than she had even the previous night. "Because the idea of losing everyone...again...I don't know that I could bare it. The prophecy called for a nobody with nothing going for them, and that I certainly was. I was alone until Morrowind."
Another pause.
"Until you."
The words wouldn't stop pouring from her mouth, and when she finally stopped she felt the fear of losing him.
You barely know him, how can this be so painful? Nerevar. This is you...you, and me, both. You're as afraid of losing everything as I am, if you even exist separate from me.
Her thoughts began to race, and she sucked in a sharp and shaky breath in an effort to avoid shedding tears.
She shut her eyes.
A moment later his hands were on her face, his thumbs wiping away an errant tear or two that happened to fall.
His nails pricked at her eyebrows and temples, and Sadara gave a weak laugh as her eyes opened again.
"You...you have to trim those. You could've poked my eye out with those things."
"Yes," Voryn gave a strange little laugh of his own, "I suppose I should be more careful from now on, shouldn't I?"
He moved back at that, and let his hands fall from her face. She reached up to take one of them between her own, then looked up at the mask.
And despite being unable to see his eyes, to meet them directly, she felt the fluttering in her chest again.
She let herself be lead into the hall, her heart feeling lighter with every step despite the lingering feeling that she needed to stop.
He went straight into the only other room in the corridor, a room he had to duck to get into. She realized instantly it must be his own room--it was far better stocked than the other room. A bookcase with several books in (Dwemer?), a dwemer contraption of some kind, a model of his mask, and eight miniatures she realized were the previous Nerevarines were sitting on its shelves. A tapestry or two that looked ancient yet in good condition, adorned with the crest of House Dagoth were on the same wall.
(And, she noticed on a table next to the bookshelf, a scattered piles of notes she assumed were his plans. The word 'corprus' stuck out on one of the pages in large letters)
"You...you never were good at keeping such things well organized," she joked softly.
stop while you still can
On the opposite side of the room was the thing she'd been thinking of since the night before, the thing she realized she'd been hoping for.
A bed.
Red and black, exactly as she would have expected.
Exactly as he had last night--there was a moment of hesitation. It was Voryn who stopped, who was momentarily unsure, whether he thought she would say no or for other reason.
But with a capricious sort of grin she would later joke must have been Nerevar's influence, Sadara acted. She untied the robe, let it fall to the floor, and moved onto the bed.
Come, she looked back at him once she'd taken a comfortable spot, giving him a look she hoped was inviting, Come to me, I will not deny you..
The mask came down, and Sadara gave him a soft smile as she was able to meet the three red eyes beneath it. He set the mask aside, and returned to her, having also shed the loincloth.
He kissed her--and though this time it was as much wanted as last night, that was where the similarity ended. The last night had been--heated, frenzied, as if they had feared someone would rush in and stop them. It was making up for centuries spent alone, never knowing what could have been.
But this...
This, was now.
As their lips met again his dark hair fell down against that of her white, a void to her light.
"Voryn," she whispered against his lips.
His hands were wandering almost immediately. Her face, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, lower--
"Not until you get those claws trimmed," she teased against his jaw, reaching down to pull his hand back up. "Besides. You've got something else I want there."
"Well," he whispered darkly in her ear, "Who am I to deny my lord's request?"
In gentle kisses and growing heat were the next several minutes spent, bodies pressed close but moving no further. Both luxuriated in the other's touch, reveled in the gentle strokes of very much wanted skin contact.
She was drunk on him, and all she could think, as she felt his hardness pressing against her thigh, was that she would drown herself in him if she could.
Voryn moved up, braced himself with one arm and lifted one of her legs with the other--thrust forward--
"Oh," she moaned, "Yes..."
If last night had been good, this was even better. His hips moved steadily against hers, the pleasure rising only slowly--but it was almost secondary to the bliss she felt seeing the contentment in his eyes. It wasn't just loneliness, it wasn't just the need to touch and be touched, it was that he desired her.
(She had never felt desired, not in the ways she could count in his eyes)
Sadara raised her hands to his sides, and held tightly to him.
Yes. Yes, I want it, I want this, I want YOU.
The hold on her leg didn't last long. Soon enough he let it go so the hand that had been holding her could go to her face, could thread its fingers through her hair. Again their lips met, and as he moved deeper, she rewarded him with increasingly needy moans.
"Please," she begged, when she parted with him for air, "Please. Please, don't stop."
Her hands clenched at his back, digging in, even as her legs were crossing behind him.
I don't plan to.
He didn't have to speak the words; his eyes held all the meaning of them that she needed to hear.
She could have lain there for much longer than she actually did, with Voryn's cock pushing her to greater and greater heights of pleasure, with his lips on her own or on her neck, his teeth grazing her skin only just enough to sting.
On an inward thrust from him she felt the ecstasy leap, and leap hard.
"Oh--god--"
Every successive thrust was just as hard and just as deep, and faster too. For one confusing moment she wondered what she'd said, but his suddenly quick pace banished any thoughts that were not more or yes.
And then--
"Voryn--!"
The end came by surprise, and seized her in a grip of iron as pleasure cascaded through her body for the most blissful seven seconds of her life so far. She heard a groan from him, and with one ankle over the other, tightened the grip her legs had on him.
She expected him to say Nerevar, and she would have accepted it just fine.
But that wasn't the name Voryn called when his own climax came.
It was her own.
"Sadara..."
The jerk of his body, the hot triple pulse, and then, finally, the sinking and drowning in the warm ocean of the afterglow.
He withdrew from her and rolled onto his side, keeping her close, holding her still, until fatigue and satisfaction were finally successful in their conspiracy to make her sleep.
Nothing had ever been so blissful as it was at that moment.
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minkkumaz · 5 months
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hi omi :3
how was ur weekend!! or week in general.. lalalala mv was AMAZING. jisung han the man u ARE. 😭😭🙏🙏🔥🔥
drama by aespa is such soty material oh my gosh.
but omg i just got home from a meet that i was taking photos for.. and ngl theres this guy there that i find decent. but hes really close w some of the girls in his sport so mmm
but im obviously loyal to my #1!! kim woonhak!! ofc!
i dont know,, might be self projecting (i 100% am) but yearbook student gf w/ my woonmyungz! (sporty edition!!).
like imagine them wrapping up after a long game and their coach tells them to start clearing out the gym. as they begin to pick up the stray basketballs, you turn to pack up your camera.
jaehyun would run over to you, sweaty, his bangs stuck to his bandana, which was stuck on his forehead.
“babe! did you get that 3 pointer i made? tell me i did good…!”
he’d try to jump you with a hug, convincing you that the sweat could be washed off once you get home.
as soon as he heard the coach yelling for a brief meeting, you took it as your cue to leave, but before you could, jaehyun pulled you by the waist and planted a sweet kiss on your forehead.
..very sweet but very sweaty. you made sure to complain though, saying that you were too sweaty and needed his sweater to cover up the sweat on your shirt.
woonhak would approach you with a big grin, sitting next to you on the gym bleachers with a towel wrapped around his neck.
“hi baby! any good shots? are you hungry? you should come with us to eat some korean bbq.. coach said i could invite you.”
he’d be too caught up in his rambling to hear the coach yelling at him to start cleaning up the gym— you’d have to snap him out of it.
he quickly gave you a kiss and ran back onto the court, not before mouthing an ‘i love you’ though.
-🍉
HELLO MELONN ive had a pretty good weekend! ive done so much crocheting it is kinda crazy. made my first clothing piece and it turned out so cute! just need to add one more part but i ran out of yarn LOL
also the lalalala mv was actually crazy. i had to watch it like 5 times because everyone just looked SO good. felix was bias wrecking me very hard im ngl. but this comeback was actually so good that i will never forgive jyp for giving us NOTHING in those physical albums. THE CONCEPT PHOTOS WERE SO GOOD TO NOT MAKE MINI POSTERS LIKE THEY DID IN 5 STAR UGHH
anon i agree, kim woonhak should always be number one! as for me yungyu.. we just roll like that.
and imagining bonedo boys being your sporty bf :insert pensive emoji: like it has me giggling so bad.
THE SWEAT IS SO REAL TOO. like whenever someone is sweaty i literally want to die inside a little if they touch me.. but i guess its okay if its woonhak or jaehyun.. just ignore me scrubbing hardcore in the background.
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kitapparently · 1 year
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Jesus ok i need to get my head empty and if i post on discord someone will get a notification and i can't talk about my feelings without the illusion of an audience
you're fine to read and message me but pls no reblogs
there's something like CRAZY stupid about knowing the reason you have certain problems, like having an intense fear that the reason certain ppl have stopped talking to you is because you've done something and you're never gonna know what, comes from one single specific instance in ur life but its even MORE stupid when you realize you can't even be mad at the person who caused it cause like they were doing their best too and ppl are allowed to make selfish or unkind choices and not be bad ppl
and then you're just. missing a ghost. I accidentally stumbled onto an old vent blog from a former friend cause its still following me and i was clearing out bots and did the unhealthy thing, because im tired and alone in the house and i had this sudden conviction that if i went on there i'd be able to see when they stopped liking me and when we stopped being friends
and i guess like. i wish i had told them i loved them when that would have been ok and i wish i could forget about them completely and I wish I could just know when people didn't like me. And when I was being stupid and they were just busy or they didn't realize it was me idk its just dumb right am i doing something wrong? I have this fear that I'm blacking out and saying something terrible or like something i'm doing has always been wrong and nobody said anything until they were sick of me and im so so scared that it will just happen again
like every friendship i've ever ended has been all my fault and i've just managed to convince myself i was being hurt. idk. i'm tired. I should go to bed. I can't sleep because i was trying to clean and I have to go turn off the downstairs at least
i miss my friends. i hope they remember me fondly, and then feel terribly selfish, and hope they hate me. but even that's selfish, because it would be better if they never thought about me at all.
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arosebyan0thername · 2 years
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im currently hyperficated on other people's ocs. please tell me abt ur ocs 🦉🐔
Hi! I have no idea when you sent this as I’ve been talking about my book on here for a while, but I am happy to oblige, whether or not you are still interested!
So! First is Ella my heart and soul, and honestly kind of a doozy to write about. She’s trans but she spends a lot of the book not out to the people in her life, especially her family, so she’s deadnamed a lot and misgendered even more, which sucks, but the narration will never ever do it. True to the cinderella trope, she’s very nice and sweet and very very very strong and brave. She doesn’t have the typical cinderella story father figure to teach her values, though, she just knows that that is how the world should be. She is doubted by a lot of people and overcoming that and the self-doubt it leads to is a big struggle, but she gets shit the fuck done, don’t you worry. Animals aren’t quite as big a deal with her, she doesn’t have any mice friends or anything, but she does care about animals and the environment more than the average person and it does help her. She’s pretty naive because of the way she was raised (although she has, of course, Seen Some Shit), but very quick to pick up on things, and she adjusts pretty well. I really cannot give a lot about her away without spoiling things, because most of her personality comes from her particular backstory and much of that isn’t revealed until later on.
Ian is my good good boy. He’s the younger of the two princes but first in line for the throne (more on that later), and he is very proud of his role and eager to become king and clean up the messes his country is still dealing with from his shitty grandmother. He is also very proud and defensive of his older brother (not that andrew has much trouble defending himself, physically or verbally). He meets Ella when she’s at a low point in her already troubled life. He is in fact a straight man, so with her not yet out and certainly not passing, it’s not love at first sight, but he does immediately want to help because, again, good good boy. He’s the kind of royalty who knows the names of every single member of the castle staff and he treats them with kindness and respect (I do not endorse monarchies irl but this is a book with magical fairies so I get to make the rules here). His love language is 100% acts of service, which I love for him as the future king, and, once they get there (it’s a slow burn for sure), he practically worships the ground Ella walks on (but in a healthy way. eventually). One of the first things to really draw him to her is that she’s very outspoken about her disapproval of the former queen (aforementioned shitty grandmother) in a way which he just doesn’t normally get to hear. She’s very open and earnest, but not just hostile for the sake of it, you know? Like she actually has opinions and reasoning and isn’t just “fuck queen genevieve because I said so.” She’s also open about her opinions of the current royal family in a way he never ever hears, since she doesn’t know he’s the prince right away. I’ll be honest, most of Ian’s characterization revolves around Ella, he’s almost kind of a mary sue. He does have flaws he’ll address tho don’t worry.
Andrew is maybe my favorite possibly, he’s very great. He’s the colonel fitzwilliam to Ella’s lizzy bennett, they’re absolute besties and I can’t get enough of it. I’m in fact very very defensive of their relationship and its platonicness, and I know i cannot avoid people shipping them but I need it to be very clear that that is distinctly not my intention. They’re very very close, definitely at least almost as close as she and Ian, but like andrew is ella’s man of honor at she and Ian’s wedding, you know? And anyway, he’s gay and she’s a woman so you can’t really ship them without invalidating at least one of them. They spend a few days pretty much alone together when ella first gets to the castle and she really just opens up to him right away; there are things she feels more comfortable telling andrew than ian, and she’s known Ian longer and also is in love with him. Being the older brother, it is his divine right and duty to bully the hell out of Ian, but in a way that they both always know is just joking - he knows very well how to not take things too far. He and Ella actually frequently tag team and just shit on ian relentlessly (bur affectionately, of course), it’s great. He’s also not at all afraid to actually call ian out on his bullshit in ways that no one, not even their father or ella will do. He doesn’t do it in a mean way, but a very flat out and honest way, without sugar-coating. if ian is in the wrong, andrew will tell him “you are wrong and you have to stop.” The position of royal heir was taken from andrew by force, but he grew to learn that he would not want it anyway. He sees how hard it is to have political power and not become corrupt or let it completely break who you are as a person and he wants nothing to do with that; he could never take himself seriously and would never want the pressure of an entire country’s fate on his shoulders (although he would be good at it and he frequently acts as advisor to his father, and later his brother). He is very very proud of his brother, though, and has absolute confidence that Ian will be the best king their country has ever seen.
Madame Louise Bouchard would have been on Dance Moms for sure, and honestly that’s an understatement. I also can’t say much about her without spoilers bc she’s the main antagonist and the driving force for most of the plot, but i do think dance moms sums a lot of it up. She would definitely be a republican; she’s for sure homophobic and transphobic but honestly that’s not even why she’s so awful to ella, shes just a horrible person all around. She has two daughters (who I genuinely have not given enough thought to yet to warrant their own section), Vivienne and Camille, and she loves the image of them :) she loves when people think she’s a good mom :) does she love her daughters? :) good question :) she is a single widow and she does everything she can to make sure she and her daughters have enough money to look good and be seen in high society. She grew up with money and honestly her parents were pretty good to her so idk how she came out the way she did but sometimes people just suck and there’s no reason and thats like,, a major moral of the story. Her husband was like a minor politician iirc?? idk i wrote his backstory a while ago, but he also moved in high society until he mysteriously died of being poisoned disease but that’s never confirmed. and her daughters do love and trust her and follow her lead, not questioning why shes so awful to ella and instead playing along, as they grow up and far past the age where they should be able to recognize basic morality. Like i said I’m not sure of a lot of their specifics bc they haven’t come into any of the parts ive written yet, but basically they have draco malfoy syndrome very bad. Louise also does everything in her power to hide how she treats ella from the public so as not to besmirch the buchard image, but that relationship is very complicated and, again, half of the plot.
Queen Genevieve isn’t even alive by the time the story takes place so there’s not a lot to say about her, other than that she was a bigot and a colonizer and pretty much everyone in the country, regardless of general political views, hated her. She caused a lot of really bad things and also stirred up a lot of distrust in the royal family.
I don’t think I’ve given the king a name yet, but he’s. he tries. He’s not the very best father on account of having been raised by genevieve who was awful, and also having to spend so much time and effort making up for the shitstorm she left the country with when she died, but he does truly love his sons and he wants them to be happy and successful. He’s not a bigot but he’s not exactly like, fresh with the times, either, so some things are a little bit of a battle to get him to accept and be normal about. he’s generally fairly liked, although a lot of people think he’s maybe a bit too much of a pushover, overcorrecting from his mom. He's not an A+ dad, more like a B average probably.
There will be a few more principle characters who I know the general idea of but haven't actually started writing yet (ella has a handmaid, who I've been referring to as Tiffany for the time being, and she's very sweet and 100% rooting for ella and Ian endgame), but those are like the main main cast. Thank you for coming to my ted talk
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fish-fever · 2 years
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Number world!!!!
for many many years these have just been facts in my brain,
today i present to you!!!!! stories miguel and i made ab numbers!!!
multiplication/number stories that i made in my head and have had for a long LONG time: (btw miguel is what i call my brain) 4 is dating 6 and once 4 gave a gift to 6 and that gift was the number 16 and 6 gave one back and it was the number 24 8 is narcissistic and made 6 make a statue of it and that statue was the number 48 7 bullies 4 and that made 4 (into? made it create? miguel was never clear ab that one) the number 28 after that incedent 8 helped 4 make 32 to make feel slightly better/console(?) 4 5 is like a benevolent gift giver, everyone likes five!! five gives nice and clear cut gifts, all those gifts r the numbers that come about as a result of 5 multiplying other numbers 3 and 4 are siblings!!!! 12 is a thing that they made when they were kids and still hold dearly to them :3 9 is like a god? not really, more like an important very respected person kinda like a mother but not exactly and all the numbers that u get from multiplying 9 w other numbers are gifts!! more like blessings or miracles miguel told me 9 sorta guides the other numbers this way and kinda holds theyr hand so they can achieve theyr 10 multiple 9 is sorta like 5s mentor 10 is a god, but like more like a thought, like a memory, like not a person but a force and 5 is its pseudo child 1 is a worker, miguel told me its kinda like fix it felix but like the fixing is helping them learn ab themselves (themselves as in the numbers) 6 and 7 are frenemies and 7 got really annoyed that they made 42 so 7 made 49 to try to fix/retract that but it still doesnt like 49 bc of the memory of 42 but at least 49 isnt 42 3 and 5 r best friends!! 5 and 6 had a nice time making 30 :) kinda like making a clay pot or a clay amalgamation 7 and 5 r also frenemies but in like a different way more like friends but 7 wont admit it and they had fun making 35 but 7 was still slightly annoyed that 35 was close to 30 bc of 6 (like it always is) 2 is important like 5 is but in a different way and 2 and 5 r kinda like fated? to make 10 its complicated theyr kinda like siblings but in dynamic and feelings only 2 and 5 r both very mature the genders!!: (the numbers dont really have genders like humans do but they like to imitate them!!) 1: guy in the wax melting way 2: girl but in this very specific dark magenta starburst flavored way 3: little girl, not just girl, but kinda like a gender ambiguous fem leaning little girl 4: tboy, the most transmasc EVER!!!!!!! melted sour gummies that feel like how bleach feels like in ur hands, like how it burns a little but not in the nauseating way in the sweet candy way nonbinary demiagender!!! at a glance ud probably say masc leaning, but like , it feels like what clean laundry smells like tgirl!!!! very nice and smells like the most yellow that has ever yellowed masc, very sharp masc smells like very strong bluberry marker nonbinary, but like full of gender, very timelapse video of candle making or pouring wax into a mold and wating for it to dry (2 and 8 and 4 r cousins) mom gender, but like in an agenderway, agender fem kinda agender masc, but like not masc as in MASC, but more like the roles, like the force the concept (since 10 yk isnt a person)
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