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the-moon-files · 3 months

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The Chain being Down Bad🐕‍🦺™️ for Your Voice lol (Masc!Reader)

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@peepthatbish once again, our lovely muse peep (name twins!!) Has come to bless me, and hopefully i did that gorgeous idea justice, and dw im not done writing them all out yet :)

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Sun: Masculine Reader (he/him)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: a dash of everybody <3

(except rare ones like Fierce/Koridai/Courage/Sage/etc.)

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Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: fluff & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if i missed any. /gen

Ok but like

Ur voice is absolutely iconic to them

(Like the fairy fountain theme or the appearance of the Master sword, its unimaginable to them for your to not sound like that)

And its not only the heroes of Hyrule, but anyone else who could hear you

Well it helps that it used to be ur only sort of external sign of presence to outsiders

(the Links could also somewhat "feel" you in their own chests sometimes, like when u were stressed over a boss, or sad over a cutscene)

The only others who usually hear you are mostly things like the Great Fairies, the Deku Tree, other weird ass beings that know way too much (Fierce Deity)

So needless to say, when u first crash landed thru a portal into Wild's Hyrule (ur latest Zelda game you've played u guess thats why)

And the Chain had seen u in the distance, met up with you to try and help what they thought was some poor guy who accidentally fell thru Hylia's portals

But as they heard u stutter thru an introduction, instead they knew immediately it was you

Sky and Twi seriously teared up, Hyrule/Wild/Four/Wind all attacked you with a hug and excited shrieking, Legend and Wars were just gaping in shock, and Time was just staring at you

It took you a minute to pinpoint who was from what game, but as soon as you figured it out u literally jaw dropped at Time/Wild/Twi/etc.

(The ones that look different from their in game model or way better irl than graphics could ever capture)

U also may have screamed. A very manly scream. Not high pitched at all. You didnt make Legend cover his ears or the four that tackled u scramble off in fear, what- haha

(U cant blame urself, u were in literal shock, bc that's ALL the LINKS??!! Like u needed a shock blanket like rescue/ambulances gives ppl)

After calming down, it wasnt even an outright discussion or decision u could rlly choose,

They were basically kidnapping u along for the ride, also u were there for them (in pretty voice alone but still) for all their adventures,

So u even suggesting leaving u behind bc u couldnt keep up as well as them had them looking at you like they never even considered it

(And also making them individually go thru the 5 stages of grief: 😨😟😡😭🥺🙏🙏 they were all outright begging u, in their own ways, deadass by the end of it)

So as u travel, you get to understand the full impact of Your Voice, or the Guide's Voice™️.

If anyone has a nightmare, what would normally take another hero poking them with a stick and dodging the reflex punch, or them waking up unable to go back to sleep after having the nightmare, etc.

U quickly realized only took you talking to comfort them, with no reflex punch when they woke up, if they woke up, sometimes u were so good at it the nightmare just cleared ended according to their face

In your first battle against the shadow, along with lots of black-blooded monsters, u realized how much more confidently every Link fought as soon as you were speaking from behind them

They got even better and less stressed abt fighting when u managed to crack a few jokes or go toe to toe verbally with the Shadow lol

Legend outright guffawed when you pulled a dumb "sigh... well i guess... maybe... ur mom." joke in response to his villain monologue, like wiping a tear and everything, saying "u used to say that all the time after dumb long evil speeches, its a fucking classic" 💀

Literally will have them asking you to make more jokes bc it makes them feel better in tense situations/battles (most to least frequently: Sky, Wild, Hyrule, Wind, Twi, Time, Wars, Legend, Four) but they love it equally

Okay but,

U have Definitely. Sent chills down their spines when u get into lower ranges lol

U dont understand why everyone needs to talk to you so bad first thing in the morning,

or alternatively why they keep wanting you to go on a rant abt ur fav book/tv show/thing either???

U are always the last for story time at the campfire every night, and unlike the others, they refuse to let you take a night off, u have to say smth every night??

It amazes u they like ur voice so much, huh, Wild/Twi/Wars/Four/Hyrule must all be getting a little too close to the fire, theyre faces are looking a little red/pink

(Legend and Time just look rlly pleased/happy to be here, they only ever look a little overheated when u specifically look at them while ur talking/or tell a story abt them, and they usually are always the ones asking u another question to prompt u to keep going forever)

Wars may or may not have a life changing moment he told u abt ur voice on his adventures where Cia was like, "Ah Link... let me get a good look at you..."

Link: 😰🤢🥲

You: "... and girl, I am only looking at your tiddies right now."

If Wars had smth to drink right then he wouldve spit-taked.

It was like the one time he was caught so genuinely off-guard, and u just made him suddenly feel 10x more comfortable facing her, he literally couldnt keep his knight trained composure together, he had to lean on his knees he was crying with laughter

That was the first Cia heard of you too and she literally audibly gasped lmao

It was like all of a sudden Wars and Cia had been in on a joke no one else could hear around them (Shiek/Zelda is confused to this day by that)

And there are countless moments like this from each of their adventures where u did this, u cant help but feel mildly embarassed when u hear it at first

But then seeing how much ur voice and comments meant to them and how happy it made them u can help but want to talk more and more and more

Youve never felt more comfortable talking to this many people in ur entire life,

Bc u can literally see their elf ears twitching cutely when they pick up ur voice

BEST BELIEEEVVEEEE

u arent getting out of singing to them.

Yeah, sorry, theyve heard u sing ur fav songs while gaming too many times, they need to hear u sing irl, Now.

Most of them ignore or sort of passively enjoy bards/musicians on their journeys, but as soon as u so much as hum-

Its like they're all clambering to get closer to hear u, but also not make u aware thats what theyre doing, so they end up just:

Four/Legend/Hyrule trying to hide behind various (upside down) books, behind plants that're not that bushy, or one memorable time, when u sang "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" quietly to urself, a bard's tune got close and reminded u of it,

and Four fully threw his hammer on his toes bc he was so shocked/lovestruck, he completely missed the anvil and just threw it at the ground/his feet LMAO

Time and Wars, cheeky strategists they are, immediately fall back behind u wherever u are, so u cant see them, but they can still hear u lol

(Theyre the only ones youve not caught actively listening/straining to come closer to hear u... bc theyre behind u lol)

Wild/Sky/Twi all fully whip their heads around fast enough to crack it, then clumsily try to recover so u wont stop

Wild/Sky just fully accidentally like fall into lakes/ponds trying to stay just out of range or even (they both tried it once, and never again after u got onto them) got on a rooftop

And fell. When u got quieter they tried to get closer and- yep.

(Idiots were fine and smiling when u came to check on them)

Twilight.

Twilight's the worst ngl.

Just fully stares in awe at you until u stop out of embarassment, and has had the audacity multiple times to pop up as Wolfie and just happily listen like you havent also been thru the adventure that literally made him a werewolf

Wind is a cutie, he always joins in, esp when he recognizes the song, and since they can somehow remember the songs u sang while gaming, it will never not be a core memory for you to sing "Drunken Sailor" back to back with "I LOVE YOU HOE" by ODETARI (ft.9lives)

with Wind Waker Link.

You nearly died when you heard him singing the chorus, like literally right after drunken sailor 💀

(Its catchy u got it stuck in ur head from tiktok audios)

(Wind absolutely makes fun of the others for being in love with ur voice, like he'll trick u into ranting abt smth late at night when ur voice is husky or ur just low energy atm, and then from behind you just mouth at the rest of them, sitting looking up at you like ur an angel,

G A Y Y Y Y 🫵🫵🫵 )

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Sorry to anyone whose sent in stuff to my mailbox! I promise ill answer u tomorrow!!

Im acc running another blog for a diff fandom and i got busy today :/

BUT THANK U SM AND I LOVE YOU TO ANYONE WHO SENT STUFF IN !! <3333

Like, i would write a fic for u tysm for showing me ur interest bc it feels like tumbleweeds are blowing thru LU fandom when i check the tags 💀

Which isnt awful! I just like hearing feedback from ppl or just talking abt LU and stuff :)

Peace out,

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#linked universe x reader #lu x reader #male reader #lu x male reader #link x reader #linked universe reader #linked universe male reader #loz link x reader #jfc is that all of them yet #lu imagines #now?#yeah sure thatll be all the tags #well i should #peepthatbish's catalogue!!#thats the tag now for them giving me all these gorgeous gorgeous male reader ideas #ngl i feel like i cant emphasize that reader is masc enough? maybe thats just the trans in me speaking 💀

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gloryavila · 1 year

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A Baby

Jake Sully X Fem!reader

A/n: No bc work will be the death of me. Off topic very but I found a video of my teacher stripping and my ex-math teacher twerking i cannot 😭

Summary: Reader is a Na'vi. Jake and reader met thru Neytiri. After the war with the sky people the reader finds a human baby in the forest. She decides to take care of it with Jake

Word count: Probably around 4k maybe

Warnings: mention of pregnancy, motherhood, adoption, baby fever, reader being a sweetheart towards the baby <3

It was a calm day, no duties no nothing. Where else to go but the forest?

The forest was a sense of comfort, a sense of belonging. You just went there with an intention of just spending her hours chilling in the trees napping. Seems like Eywa had other plans for her.

As soon as she stepped deeper into the forest she heard cries of a baby. Her ears moves trying to locate from which direction the sound was coming from. The cries were echoing in the calm forest.

She couldn't help but wonder what made a child cry this much? Surely it was a small Na'vi since the cries sounded like so. Maybe it was in danger and needed help.

Even though she wasn't interested in kids, kids loved her and always found a way around her. She took care of many kids from the village too.

Jake often teased her how she had a 6th sense for kids, whatever that was supposed to mean.

She followed the sound carefully, making sure the area was safe.

She got closer and closer to the cries of the child.

A wave of shock hit her when she saw a basket with a human baby crying in it. The baby was the size of her palm. Her hands were far to big to caress the child.

She was confused as to what this child was doing here, all alone in the forest, not just any baby too. A human baby without an oxygen mask. It would've suffocated to death a long time ago, this baby was quite strange.

Still she took it in her big arms. Caressing the child close to her chest. She has never been more gentle with an object before. The baby was so small and fragile. Barely even as big as her hand.

She made herself comfortable sitting on the ground trying to calm down the baby.

"Shh.. little one.." she whispered as she hummed a little time while the baby slowly stopped crying and just curiously looked up at her.

She smiled at the human baby. Even though it belonged to the sky people it was still adorable. The baby tried holding her picky finger but since she was a Na'vi it barely wrapped it's hand around the woman's pinky.

Suddenly realisation hit her, what is she gonna do with this child?

Na'vi wouldn't accept it. The sky people would kill her if she returned the baby herself. Baby's can't be returned back to Earth either..

"I'll keep you" She smiled at the baby while the baby copied her face expression, smiling with no teeth. It looked so adorable and fragile.

She slowly and carefully put the baby back into its basket as now it stopped crying. She always carried a small pouch with some cloth and so called 'leggings'.

She sat closer to the basket while the baby was moving around like a worm looking up and extending its arms out.

"You're truly fascinating little one. I mean you can breathe our air as a human.. or maybe you're some breed.." She talked to the baby who just basically spat out some noises and mumbles that weren't words.

After a few minutes she made a baby carrying pouch where she could fit the baby next to her chest. That way it'll be closer to her and she will be able to have a good look at it knowing it's safe on her chest.

She wrapped the cloth around her chest and around her neck and shoulders tightly for double security.

She then again carefully took the baby out of the basket and gently placed it inside the pouch. Now she could carry it more naturally.

She then got up after assuring the baby was comfortable and that it wouldn't cry immediately after she got up. She started walking towards the village where she knew who to find and ask for help.

Jake Sully. A man who used to be human. Maybe just maybe he'll know what to do with the human baby. But for know, she'll trust her motherly instincts.

She remembers talking about human babies with Grace in her school. The reason why she tied the pouch on her chest was to keep the baby close to her and to be able to hear her heart beat? From what she could remember the baby feels secure hearing the mother's heartbeat as it feels like it's a part of the mother. She thought that was extremely cute and just wanted the baby to feel comforted while listening to her heart beat. She could feel the baby resting its head on her chest while its arms moved around and after a minute or two, it fell asleep.

She got closer and suddenly her ears perked up again, picking up a sound. A very familiar sound. It was Jake yelling her name over and over again. She made her way closer to him, she came from behind and startled him when she made her presence known to him.

"Oh Y/n! Where were you-" Before he could finish she smacked him with her bow, not too hard. She then signed to him to keep quiet.

"Quiet." She whispered to him.

"Why are we whispering?" He asked her while noticing the pouch.

She looked down at the pouch and then removed the cloth that completely covered the baby. She finally revealed the baby to Jake whose face was in utter shock. He just stood there silent looking at the baby.

"Is- Is it dead?" He asked and earned yet another smack from her.

"You skxawng! It's not dead, I think it's some human and Na'vi breed.. It's breathing I can feel it breathing" She whispered again while looking at the baby. She turned her gaze up to Jake waiting for him to say something.

"What do we do with it?" She asked him. "Well, what can we do with it..?" He seemed even more lost than her.

"Do we keep it?" She asked him while cocking her head to the side exchanging looks from the baby to Jake.

"We?" Jake questioned and she deadpanned at him.

"Yes you skxawng. Like keep it like our baby" She requested.

"Why would you want to keep it? We can just give it to Norm and Max you know the guys-" She cut him off once again.

"No, we'll keep it and raise it like our own" She said full of determination.

"But why?" Jake asked, now he was actually curious as to why she would want to keep a baby of the sky people when the sky people destroyed her home.

"Jake I want a child, so I'll keep this child and we'll raise it like our own" She made it clear one last time as one of her hands was carefully on the pouch where the baby's back was.

Suddenly he understood why she wanted to keep the baby. Actually he could only assume this is why she kept the baby. Even though it was a human baby, she adored it and carried it like her own. Held it and touched it like her own. That's when he finally understood that she cared for this child like one of her own. And now it was one of her own.

"Well, I understand now but I'm just saying you could've always asked me for a baby I wouldn't mind-" He playfully said while trying his best to keep himself from laughing while she just turned to him in disbelief.

"You don't deserve to live" She jokingly rolled her eyes.

"Cmon and that's why you mated with me?" Oh boy was he trying to flirt with his own mate.

"Oh shut it!" She said and then started laughing a bit, she couldn't help it. She was overjoyed at this point.

He raised his hands in his defense playfully while a smirk plastered his face.

"You don't want to wake up our baby, do you?" He teased her while putting his hand on the babies back while looking at it peacefully sleeping.

She kissed his lips gently that night under the stars. Cuddling with him along their new baby, like a small little family that will eventually grow.

They took the baby to Max and Norm who confirmed that the baby will thru years develop more Na'vi like features and that most likely the mother is the Na'vi while the father is a human. A bit disturbing to learn that fact to be honest.

I hope you enjoyed!! This was just a quick fic I'm not too satisfied w it but I hope you enjoyed 😭😭🫶🫶❤️❤️

#jake sully x reader #jake sully #y/n x jake sully #avatar james cameron #james cameron #jake sully x you #avatar the way of water #dilf jake sully #avatar 2 #neteyam #avatar loak #neytiri #avatar x y/n #avatar x reader #avatar twow #avatar 2009 #avatar fics

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ladamedusoif · 4 months

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Coming Home (Dave York x F!Wife Reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 20

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Pedro Boys Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist!

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Pairing: Dave York x F!Wife Reader

Word Count: 2000

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Warnings: No use of Y/N; no physical description of the reader; reader is Dave’s wife; loose canon (implied changing to end of Equalizer 2, justice 4 Dave); soft!Dave; oral sex (M and F receiving); facesitting; unprotected PiV sex; mild breeding kink; reader is on birth control (not discussed); dirty talk

A/N: Despite having been in the Pit for some time, this is my first Dave story and, well… things escalated. I’m a sucker for soft!Dave (go read @wildemaven’s gorgeous Holi-Dave stories!!) and for the idea that this man just fucking loves his wife/partner. In this story you can choose to read the wife as Carol, or a second wife - whatever you prefer.

He makes his way through baggage claim quickly, expertly dodging the crowds of people clustered around the carousels looking for their luggage. The airport is decorated for the holidays, but Dave pays no attention to the illuminated Christmas trees atop each baggage belt, nor to the animatronic Santa Claus and elves greeting passengers in the arrivals hall.

Experience has taught him that a carry-on is preferable in most circumstances. Travel light, travel smart, and save valuable time at each end. He takes a strange pride in knowing that he’s back at his car before most of the people on his flight have even begun to identify their bags.

Dave is tired: physically, mentally, emotionally. He has started to wonder how much longer he can do this for: the time apart, the unspoken agreement not to discuss the other side of his work at home, the fact that - while you know the broad contours of what he does beyond the DIA, and probably more details than he’d like - he has to be incredibly careful with what he says, to avoid the possibility of you becoming an accomplice in the eyes of the law.

He starts the car, swings by the drive-thru just on the way out of the airport campus to pick up a coffee and some donuts, and then - finally - gets on the road.

Dave York needs to go home. He needs you.

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It’s still very early when he pulls into the driveway, the sky as yet untouched by the brightness of the coming day. Dave lets himself in and drops his bag in the hallway, taking off his shoes and treading carefully as he makes his way upstairs, lest he wake the girls.

He gingerly opens the door of your bedroom and tiptoes inside. You are still asleep, your back to the door, nestled into the pillows and duvet. Soft, warm, and safe.

You have always been his safe place, his comfort. He longs for your softness, your warmth, the way he feels like nothing and no one on earth could ever touch him when he’s buried inside you.

Still fully clothed, he climbs into bed beside you and wraps an arm around you from behind, kissing your neck, your shoulders, and the skin of your upper back, exposed by your slip nightdress.

It doesn’t take long before you’re woken by Dave’s mouth seeking out every inch of your upper body. You turn to face him.

“Hi, my love. You’re home. Aren’t you early?”

Dave caresses your waist and hips, dark eyes looking at you with pure longing. “Only by a day. I just wanted to come home as soon as I could.” He leans down and sucks on your neck, making you writhe and whine with pleasure. “I wanted to come home to you.”

You hum with satisfaction and begin to unbutton his shirt, fingers working their way down towards the waistband of his pants. “That so?”

Your husband kisses you deeply, greedily, hard as you undress him, his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth and exploring it like it’s the first time.

He kicks off his dress pants and shucks off his shirt and under vest. You take in the sight of him, wearing only his black boxer briefs: his impossibly broad shoulders, his soft but solid tummy, the strength of his arms and his thighs, his beautiful face.

Your Dave.

The wetness is already starting to pool between your legs.

You straddle him, feeling his hard cock brush against your pussy as you hitch up your chemise. Dave reaches for you, hands gripping your thighs.

“Let me welcome you home properly, Mr York.”

His eyes widen as you peel off your nightdress and fling it into a corner of the room, leaving you completely bare and astride him. You lean forward, trailing your mouth down his chest and tummy. Dave pants and moans with pleasure, hips bucking a little and creating delicious friction against your clit as you work your way down his body.

You palm his cock, still inside his boxers, before carefully tugging them down. His dick springs free: hard, thick, heavy. Perfect.

Dave looks down at you and quirks an eyebrow. “You got plans, Mrs York?”

“Mmmm.” Your tongue flits across your lips, as if you’re admiring a delicious meal. “I got plans. But they’re gonna have to be quiet, Mr York, unless you want two little girls interrupting them.”

Dave chuckles and lowers his voice. And then he feels you. Tongue licking a stripe up the length of his cock, before playfully lapping at the base. The wet plumpness of your lips around the head, gently sucking on his erect cock and swirling your tongue and taking him inch by inch into your mouth as you hollow your cheeks.

“Fuck…fuck. You’re fucking incredible, baby.”

You smile to yourself at his praise. “I like giving my husband head, what can I say?”

Dave lets out a half-chuckle, half-groan as you work his dick with your hand, tipping him closer to the edge. It’s too soon. Too quick. He doesn’t want to come in your mouth, one way or another.

He motions with his head and you release his cock with a parting stroke.

“I need to taste you, baby,” he murmurs, already looking somewhat wrecked. “Get up here. Sit on my face, will you?”

You feel a little uncertain. It’s been a while since you’ve done this - sitting on his face, that is. Dave loves eating your pussy. But this… this is less frequent.

“Are you sure, baby?”

He looks at you in disbelief. “Never been more sure of anything. And do not say anything about your body or your weight. You’re fucking perfect. I need you, need to take you.”

Dave’s eyes are dark with lust, but not without that certain softness only you and the girls ever really see. Your heart swells at the sight and you shift forward to straddle your husband’s face, Dave carefully holding you in position and urging you down so that he can really taste and smell your sex.

“There’s only one condition,” Dave murmurs.

“Oh?”

“You’re going to have to be really quiet for me, too.”

Easier said than done when you have those lips and that tongue taking you apart with enthusiastic precision. Dave grunts and moans softly into your cunt as his mouth forms a tight seal around your folds, tongue flicking across your clit over and over as you grip the headboard with one hand and hold the other firmly across your mouth to stifle your cries.

He breaks away for a moment to slide a couple of fingers inside you before resuming his work, tongue pressing deliciously on your clit while his thick fingers fuck you, finding the sensitive spot he knows will trigger your release.

“C’mon, baby,” he groans, voice muffled between your soft thighs. “You’re so fuckin’ close.”

He can feel your pussy fluttering and tightening around his fingers, feel the wetness running onto his hand as he gets you off. You’re teetering on the edge - and come hard, all over his mouth and nose, screaming his name into the palm of your hand.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Dave purrs as you catch your breath, sitting up to caress and kiss your breasts as he moves you over and off him, onto your back. He grabs handfuls of you as his mouth roams all over your naked body, hips rutting against you and hard cock pressed against your mound. “I missed you. Missed your taste.”

“You going to fuck me, David?” Your voice is hushed, breathless, ragged: still boneless and taken apart, needing him to put you back together.

Dave’s dark eyes sparkle as he reaches down and spreads your legs wide. He gazes at your soaked pussy, puffy and ready for him, and smiles at the sheer mess he’s already made of you.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, babe. You tell me if it’s too much, okay? Just fucking want you. Fucking need you.”

You whine with arousal, affirm his instructions, and he shifts forward, one hand stroking his cock. He parts your folds with the other as he lines himself up to take you for the umpteenth time. Even so, the stretch of him as he enters you always makes you catch your breath a little.

Dave’s broad body hovers over yours as he bottoms out with a hiss, desperately trying not to make too much noise. “Jesus. You…fuck.”

You wrap your arms around his broad back and focus for a moment on the feeling of your husband stretching you, filling you, having you. “What is it, baby?” Your voice is a sultry whisper and it goes straight to Dave’s cock.

He’s barely holding it together. “Your…fuck, your p-pussy.”

“It’s all yours, baby. Feel how tight and wet I am for you - you fuckin’ love that, don’t you?”

“Gonna fuck you now,” Dave whines, unable to hold on any more. He starts slowly but the warm, delicious wetness of your cunt begs him to speed up, to build up to a more intense rhythm.

You forget yourself and whine, prompting him to bring his hand to your mouth. It only serves to stimulate you further as your back arches off the mattress.

“Want to hear you talk to me, babe,” Dave whispers, hips snapping as he fucks you harder and faster. “Quietly. But talk to me. Tell me.”

He loves dirty talk. You’re only too happy to oblige.

“Been missing this dick, baby. Missed you taking me like this - filling me up and fucking me so well.”

Dave’s expression and ragged breathing makes you sceptical he’ll last as long as he usually does. “Fuck. You touch yourself while I was away?”

You bite your lip to hold back a moan. “Yeah, I did,” you whisper, “Made myself come thinking about you, thinking about what you do to me. Thinking about your big cock, stretching me like this.”

He buries himself against your chest to disguise his cry as he fucks you like a man possessed. Your bedroom is taken over by the quiet soundscape of lovemaking: skin on skin, ragged breathing and muffled whines, creaking bed frame, and the lewd sound of your wetness.

“Been thinking the whole time about coming in you,” Dave mutters quietly as he pulls out briefly, turns you into your side, lifts up your leg, and thrusts back into you with ease. “Fucked my fist thinking about it, wishing I was filling you.”

He holds your belly with one hand and grabs your tit with another, bringing his mouth against your neck and shoulder and biting the delicate skin there as you whine into a pillow.

“Come in me, Dave. Fucking fill me up.”

He grunts in your ear as he drops a hand to your clit and traces tight circles over the swollen bud, holding you tight to him as you cry out. “Want to fill you until it takes,” Dave hisses, his rhythm starting to stutter and fall apart as he nears his release. “Fuck you over and over and over, give you another baby.”

You press your face into the mattress as you scream his name, coming undone on his cock.

“You want me to make you a mama again, babe?”

That does it. You come so hard it feels like you might pass out, and the throbbing of your pussy is enough to tip your husband over the edge, too. Dave comes with a moan that’s muffled by the soft skin of your upper back as he cries out your name and fills you with his spend.

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The sun is up as you tiptoe back to bed from your en-suite bathroom, discarding your light silk robe as you nestle, naked, back into bed beside your beloved.

Dave pulls you close, humming contentedly as you rest your head on his warm chest and idly rub his soft tummy.

“Thank you for coming home early,” you murmur, eyes closing.

He holds you close and kisses your forehead. “I needed to come home,” he whispers. “Needed to get back to you. You’re my home, baby.”

#a merry fic-mas #holiday fic calendar #dave york #dave york x f!reader #dave york x f!wife reader #dave york fanfiction #dave york smut #justice for dave york #the equalizer 2 #the dave york pit #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal

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solarrclxud · 6 months

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ETERNITY, IF YOU'D LET ME

summary : would it be okay to indulge in you , even if just for a while ? pairing : xiao x reader warnings : not proofread , implied romance ,mentions of lonliness? genre : fluff , angst (if u squint) a/n: i bullshitted my way thru this fr . still getting used to writing these characters <3

Xiao was used to being alone. He had always been lonely, there were always brief companions but mortal life was fleeting and he had learned his lesson that even immortality wasn't forever. But as he saw you there, standing on the wangshu inn balcony, oh how he wished you were eternal.

Despite your calls, he stood in his place on the tree, seemingly camouflaged in the leaves. "Xiao , I can see you, you know, come down here! i have tofu" you said, laughing towards to end as he practically flew down at the last part. On seeing your smile, xiao was reminded of how fragile you were and the guilt of imparting his bad karma onto you made him shudder.

Noticing his sunken face, you brought out the tofu from your bag, waving the small wooden box in front of his eyes to catch his attention. " You have no respect for the adepti , offering bribe like this " you scoffed, but u could see a small ghost of a smile on his lips . "i was hoping you would watch the sunset with me?" "Adepti have no need to company, i have watched the sunset for a millennia" he snapped but sat down next to you on the wooden floor nonetheless.

"I know, but I've only seen so many " you smiled, putting the tofu on the floor between you both with a soft thump. "Eat up !"

As you both watched the sunset over the liyue mountains, xiao couldn't help but glance over to you every now and then, and the times when you did almost catch him, you swore you could see his ears turn a bright red as he pretended to have done nothing.

As the sky grew darker, you realised how awfully quiet you both had been " Are you bored? " you asked, earning a soft questioning hum from xiao. "You said you've seen the sunset a million times, are u bored?" "no, it just gets prettier," he said after a short silence, later looking at you and letting out a soft chuckle.

You laughed lightly, looking back at the mountain in front of you "hmm, that checks out I think. " As a comfortable silence settled over the both of you like a blanket, he looked over at you and started as your eyes started to close, looking away as soon as you looked back at him. "I'm tired, maybe stargazing would be better if I lay down," you said, lying back on the floor and beckoning xiao to join you, earning a scoff from the Adeptus. "Oh common ".

And he lay down . "hmm, this is the life" you smiled, closing your eyes . "indeed" he agreed, looking over at you, your hands almost touching his . In the silence, he stared at you as you rolled onto your side, looking back at him . "caught you".

And his lungs seemed to clog up, a funny feeling erupting in his stomach.

Xiao was used to being alone. He had always been lonely, there were always brief companions but mortal life was fleeting and he had learned his lesson that even immortality wasn't forever. But as you looked at him with those beautiful eyes, oh how he wished you were eternal.

thank you for putting up with this mwah <3

#xiao #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #xiao angst #genshin #genshin fluff #genshin x you #genshin xiao #genshin impact #genshin x reader #xiao x you #genshin drabbles #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact x reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x gender neutral reader

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lunaroserites · 7 months

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The Moon and Stars

Word count: 1439

Requested: No

Pairing: Castiel x fem!reader

Additional character: Dean, Sam and Bobby

Warnings: Marriage, fluff, cuteness. Not beta read, we die like Supernatural Characters.

Plot; Castiel and his fiancé get married.

The stars hung low in the dusk sky as it became just dark enough for them to be visible. They stood with Bobby and the Winchesters on top of a cliff overlooking the ocean. You could hear the waves as they splashed against the rock below, a soft breeze drifted through the pine trees behind them. It was peaceful.

Sammy had a small portable music player set up with Hozier’s Like Real People Do playing quietly in the background. Bobby held an old, worn, but well loved bible in one hand, wiped a stray tear with the other. The brothers wore button ups rolled to their elbows and nice slacks, a bottle of beer held in their hand.

The Impala was parked a little away from them, the headlights providing a small amount of extra light in the dusk.

She wore an elegant dress, it was white with lace stars and moons embroidered all over it, it was floor length and pooled at her feet, a slit ran from the bottom of the skirt to mid thigh. She wore a veil adorned with delicate pearls, and embroidered with stars and moons, matching the bodice and skirt of her dress. Her finger lay bare waiting for the ring that she had worn everyday to be placed back during an exchange of heartfelt words. She gazed up at him through the veil, it did little to obstruct her view of him.

He wore his usual trench coat over a black suit, it was new and well tailored. The Winchesters had taken him to a local shop in town and for the first time he picked out something of his own. A tie pin of a silver moon and star, matching her dress clipped delicately to his tie, he had specially made, with the help of Dean of course, the internet was still lost on him most days. He matched her gaze, she looked utterly magically in her dress, everything picked out and placed in deliberate manner.

Dean, Sam and himself had arrived at the lookout spot prior to her and Bobby. Bobby insisted that if they were doing this, they were doing it right. If his (adoptive) little girl was getting married he would be damned before she was married in some janky drive thru chapel, wearing greasy jeans and one of Dean’s band tees. Sure this may not be official in the eyes of the government, but in the eyes of heaven it was as official as it could get.

He was not an emotional man by any standards, usually stoic and hard faced. She had never seen him this emotional before, when she walked out of her room asking him to zip her dress up he couldn’t help but shed a few tears. She was stunning in her dress, it was as if it was crafted for her and her alone. But all he could see was the little girl she once was standing in the center of pooling fabric saying “daddy, zip my dress up please.” Once it was zipped up and she spun around with a bright smile, taking the skirt in her hands and swaying it. “How do I look dad?” He choked a cry back and gave her his best smile.

“Like an Angel, baby,” he had pulled her into a tight hug, she let a few tears fall into his shoulder. He helped her into his truck making sure her dress was safely tucked into the cab. The drive was quiet, something she was grateful for because it gave her time to calm her nerves. Once at the lookout, Bobby helped her step down from the cab, and walked with her on his arm making sure she wouldn’t trip on the uneven terrain.

Dean nudged Castiel when he noticed Bobby and her approaching, he turned slowly. Once fully facing the two approaching he finally looked at her, the dusk sky making her white dress stand out. She was beautiful, he choked on air looking at her stunning beauty. She made Angel’s grace look dull. Dean let out a low whistle and Sam gasped. The two had never seen her dolled up this before. She grew up alongside the brothers, she was rough and tumble with a side Singer sass, even if she wasn’t one by blood.

Bobby spoke softly, reading a couple verses from the bible in his hands. His voice was rough, from the unshed tears. She stared into his eyes, listening to the soft chorus of their song as it melded with Bobby’s voice. He spoke so soundly, speaking to her, him and the night. They had prepared a few worlds for each other to exchange before they placed rings on each other and sealed the deal with the all important kiss.

Castiel started, “In this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and I will not abandon you. Unwrap the worst things you have done. Watch me hold them up to the light and not flinch. Your love is the light by which my soul follows. You are my sun, my moon, and my stars. I may never find words beautiful enough to describe all that you mean to me, but I will spend the rest of our time searching for them. With this ring, I am bound to you, mind, body, and soul.” He slid the ring onto her awaiting finger. It was a three part ring, the center ring was a moon stone with three crescent moons around it and smaller stones filling the space, the second sat underneath it, 7 little stones creating a ‘V’ shape. The third and final piece was two wings wrapped around both of the other rings. Castiel had it made custom for her, he poured all his love into the design. When it arrived 18 months ago he had been on a hunt with the brothers, one she skipped out on because she wasn’t feeling well. When he got back to the bunker and she mentioned a package he feared she knew what it was. His fear was for not as she had just laid the small shipping box on his side of the bed undisturbed.

“If you came to me with a face I have not seen, with a voice I have never heard, I would still know you. Even if centuries separated us, I would still feel you. Somewhere between the sand and the stardust, through every collapse and creature there is a pulse that echoes of you and I. Till death do us part, they say. I say, I will love you till this life to the next. And if the next life won’t grace me with you, I will still love you till the next one, and the next, the next. Till death finally gives up on us,” her voice wavered slightly, the weight of her words and how she felt crashed like the waves, she loved him so deeply. “With every fiber of my soul I will love, cherish and care for you. For you are the moon, the stars and the sun in my soul.” With trembling fingers she slid the matching white gold ring on his finger, it had an engraving of their names in Enochian on the inside band, and etchings of angel wings with little stars dotted on the outside. A custom piece made by the same person who made her rings. It wasn’t planned that way, but it was a happy coincidence when the seller messaged her asking about the ring she wore.

Bobby spoke a few more words and announced they were husband and wife, and he may kiss the bride. Castiel’s hands found the tull of her veil and lifted it gently over her head, not to disturb her hair, or damage the veil. He placed it down once her face was fully uncovered and looked down into her eyes, his own eyes pouring every ounce of love into hers. His water line had unshed, happy tears. He cupped her face in his hands and poured his soul into the kiss, her cheeks wetted from his now spilled tears. She wrapped arms around his neck and pressed close to him.

Sam, Dean and Bobby all clapped their hands hollered. Castiel pulled back from the shared moment and rubbed his nose to hers lovingly.

“Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, We should just kiss like real people do,” the song closed on them, it had been playing over and over through the whole ceremony. Castiel put his lips to hers once more.

#castiel x reader #castiel x you #castiel #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #bobby singer #supernatural imagine #marriage #fluff #castiel fluff #hozier #like real people do

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park-jimin-isnt-real · 7 months

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🍂 pairing: yoongi x reader (platonic) 🍂 rating: pg 🍂 au: "over the garden wall"-esque 🍂 genre: autumn?? a lil spooky, a lil whimsy, a lil mystery; not quite angst, not quite fluff 🍂 this part: you wake up on a bench in a forest, with no memory before then of recollection of how you got there. the person greeting you gives you three options: going into the Great Unknown (never to be seen again), wandering the woods (until you become an Edelwood tree), or spending a month in Devil Town. 🍂 tw: none for this part 🍂 wc: ~3.5k 🍂 track: Devil Town ~ Cavetown: "Life's alright in Devil Town, yeah, right, no one's gonna catch us now." (subtrack, Come Little Children ~ Adriana Figueroa, FamilyJules) 🍂 devil town masterlist 🍂 main masterlist 🍂 an: ahhh i can't believe it's finally here!! super special thanks and shout-out to @theharrowing for being the catalyst, inspo, and beta for this little project. i really hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think!

"Led thru the mist, by the milk-light of moon..."

A warm forest canopy greeted you when you opened your eyes, the vibrant reds and oranges of the leaves dense enough you couldn't see the sky. The surface beneath you was hard and cold, with uncomfortable ridges digging into your back. The air was a little chilly, a little misty. You looked around, trying to get your bearings.

The tree trunks were thicker than you'd ever seen before, the bark on them nearly black, with strange holes and creases that almost looked like faces. Slowly, you sat up, carefully moving your limbs to stretch them out. You were lying on a bench, you discovered, in a small clearing next to a well-worn path.

Why did you wake up on a bench?

How did you get here?

"Hey." The voice was quiet and calm, but it still startled you. You thought you were alone out here. "How are you feeling?" You turned towards the sound and watched as a person came into view, almost like he was materializing from the mist between the trees itself.

"Who are you?" You asked as you moved backwards on the bench, hoping to keep some kind of distance between him and yourself. If you had a better idea of where you were, you would've run.

"I am the Guide," he answered, coming further out of the shadows. His hair was light and windswept, his face soft, his cat-like eyes deep and sharp. He kept his hands in the pockets of his coat. You weren't sure if that was comforting or not.

He also didn't really answer your question. "What does that mean?"

"It's pretty straight forward," he responded, "I guide. And I know you have plenty of questions, so just get them out now."

For right now, at least, he didn't seem to be a danger to you. If he was, he would've done something by now. Or maybe he was luring you into a false sense of security, getting you to drop your guard, and then he would strike. Still, he was offering answers of some kind, and you were in desperate need of those, however you could get them.

"Where am I?" You asked as you looked around again, hoping for greater understanding of the woods you had awoken in.

"You are in the Unknown."

Your gaze shot back to him, the Guide. "What does that mean??" You snapped more than asked, because while that was technically an answer, it still didn't tell you anything.

The Guide only shrugged, "If anyone knew, it wouldn't be called 'the Unknown', now would it?"

You could only blink at him, at his non-answers that he probably believed to be helpful. It took you a moment to regather your thoughts and move on to the next most pressing question. "Okay, so, what am I doing here?"

He didn't respond immediately this time. Instead, he opened and closed his mouth, the look on his face growing increasingly more frustrated. You glanced down, a movement in his coat pockets capturing your attention. It looked like his hands were shaking, or maybe he was clenching and unclenching his fists.

"I can't tell you that," he finally said, his voice less soft and comforting, carrying a bit of that frustration in its tone.

"Why not?"

"I can't tell you that either," he huffed. You opened your mouth again, but he continued, "And before you ask why again, know that I want to. I always want to. But I can't get the words out of my mouth. I'm not allowed to."

You felt just as frustrated as he looked. "So what can you do?"

That question seemed to relax him again, his body returning to its odd stillness as he continued to stand there. "I can tell you about the options you have now that you're here."

"Options?" You repeated. "Like what?"

The Guide finally pulled one of his hands out of his pockets, holding a single finger up. "Well, option one: you can walk off in that general direction," he gestured to your right, "towards the light, and enter into the Great Unknown." You turned to look where he indicated.

The path that the bench was next to led either left or right, and the way right was significantly brighter than its opposite. Despite the friendly glow, you felt unnerved.

"But don't people always say 'don't go into the light'?" Because going into the light often meant death.

"And you could listen to them," he said. "Those who choose to go into the Great Unknown are never seen or heard from again. But ultimately, that choice is up to you."

So that way was definitely death.

You looked back at him, hoping for something better. "And option two?"

"Option two is wandering around the woods here," the guide looked around at the trees, "until you eventually and inevitably turn into an Edelwood tree, whose wood—according to legend—is then harvested and turned into oil to be used in some ancient lantern that harbors the soul of the Beast that also wanders the wood."

Now you looked at him like he was crazy. "I'm sorry, what??" He didn't miss a beat or bat an eye, his voice stayed the same even, monotonous tone, he said all of that like it was just another day here, wherever you really were.

"According to legend," he repeated, then shrugging, added, "again, no one really knows. Supposedly, a couple of kids arrived in the Unknown a while back, and they defeated the Beast before taking their leave." He looked away from you again, turning his gaze to the closest tree and slowly looking up. "But if the Beast were truly gone, then why are people still turning into Edelwood trees?"

You paid closer attention to the trees surrounding you now, with their nearly black bark and face-like holes and creases, and felt hundreds of empty eyes fall on you in return. How many people had wandered through the woods here for the forest to become this dense? How many ghosts of screams could you hear echoing on the breeze?

How long would it take the same fate to befall you?

"Is there a third option?" You asked, much more subdued than your recent questions. Part of you wondered if the trees could hear you as well.

"Of course," the Guide answered, and you felt your shoulders relax just a bit at that. "Your third and last option is to spend a month in Devil Town."

You had to close your eyes and take a moment to breathe, to tell yourself to remain calm. "Devil Town."

"Yes. It's not an actual town of devils, that's just its name."

"And no one knows why?" You guessed, opening your eyes to glare at him again.

He merely shrugged, "If we did, it wouldn't be in the Unknown."

You forced yourself to breathe slower, counting to ten in your mind. Yes, the Guide had answered every question you asked, but every answer was a non-answer. They didn't satisfy any of the curiosity you possessed, they simply led to more questions and even more non-answers.

"So my options are, one: definitely death; two: becoming a tree; or three: going to someplace called Devil Town?"

"For a month."

"Huh?"

"If you choose to go to Devil Town, you can only stay for a month," he explained.

"What happens after a month?"

"You get kicked out and you have to make an official choice. Either the Great Unknown, or the woods."

"So if death and tree are my only options in the end, then why bother with Devil Town at all?"

"Well," he started, but then paused. He looked frustrated again, like there were things he wanted to say but wasn't allowed to. Finally, he sighed. "They're your only options in the end right now. Depending on how things go in Devil Town, when your month is up you could have some other, more rare options opened up to you."

That was the first bit of good news you had heard since you woke up. "Like what?"

"Like..." he paused again, still struggling against whatever force was trying to keep him silent. When he spoke again, this time he sounded strained. "Like staying in Devil Town permanently, or, even more unlikely, going home."

You almost stood up in excitement. "If I spend a month in Devil Town, I can go home?"

"Maybe. Again, it depends. There's a lot of things that factor into that becoming an option, and very few have ever achieved it."

"But there's a chance," you insisted.

"Yes," he conceded, starting to relax again.

Part of you wanted to jump up and start heading to the ill-named town, whatever direction it was in, but the other part of yourself held back. "Is that chance worth it?" You dared to ask.

"That's up to you," he responded, yet another non-answer.

You rolled your eyes, wondering when this cycle of questions and non-answers was going to end. "Well, you're the guide! Guide me!"

The Guide shook his head, "I can only guide you towards the Great Unknown or to Devil Town, but you have to choose first."

Something about that made you curious. "Did you choose Devil Town?"

"I did," he nodded, "and then I chose to stay."

"What's it like there?" If this was your best option, you at least wanted to know as much about it as you could before you officially chose it.

He shrugged, "Life's alright in Devil Town. There's not really much to do there, but plenty of people to talk to."

"When does the month start?"

"Once you set foot in the town limits. After that, you have to stay within those limits, or things start getting… messy."

"Messy how?"

"I can't talk about it," he almost snapped, probably getting annoyed at your ability to ask questions he can't answer the way he wanted to. You wanted to ask about that, but figured he wouldn't be able to tell you about that either. "Now, is Devil Town your choice?"

You took one last look to your right, towards where the Great Unknown lied, and then looked up at the trees around you. Death and tree would not give you a chance to get home. You took a deep breath, relishing the cool air, and stood up. "Yes. I'll go to Devil Town."

The Guide nodded, then turned towards your left and started down the path. "Follow me."

You walked behind him in silence. He didn't seem to be much for conversation now that you had made your choice. You looked around as you walked, trying to take in and appreciate your new surroundings, but the trees all looked like they were watching you and you couldn't hear any animals hiding up in the branches. The only sounds you could make out were your combined footsteps on the dirt and the wind rustling through the leaves.

You weren't sure how long had passed before you finally cracked and broke the silence yourself. "Do you have a name?"

"I am the Guide," he responded, rather curtly in comparison to your earlier questions.

"That's a title," you shot back. "Do you have a name? Something people call you when they're talking about you or they're trying to get your attention?"

He didn't answer you right away, and you thought he wasn't going to, that you would go back to walking in silence. After a bit more walking, however, he sighed and said, "I did once. Now I am the Guide, and that's how people refer to me."

"Just, the Guide? There's nothing else?"

"Yes." He stopped walking to turn and look at you, and you nearly ran into him. "Whoever we came to Devil Town as, that's not who we are anymore, so we don't have these 'names'." The Guide turned around again and continued on his way. "You'll understand more after some time there."

You didn't move for a moment, lost in thought wondering what he meant. How did someone just not have a name anymore? And why did he sound a little sad when he said it?

You shook yourself from your ponderings and ran a bit to catch up with him. The last thing you wanted was to get left behind, in fear that you'd end up lost and then turn into a tree anyway. You didn't ask him any more questions, instead letting him guide you in peace.

Soon, you could see a break in the trees ahead of you, and through the mist you could make out the silhouettes of buildings. You started to feel anticipation crawl up your spine as you grew closer, and you wondered at what point you crossed the town limits. Had your month started already?

You could practically feel the mist on your skin as you came out of the tree line, moist and sticky and cold. You wrapped your arms around yourself and walked a bit closer to the Guide, not wanting to lose him. In front of you, Devil Town came fully into view.

The streets were made of cobblestone, with not a sidewalk or stoplight in sight. People loitered around the sides of buildings made of brick, or by lampposts that flickered as if their light was from a candle instead of a lightbulb. Everyone was dressed similarly, in coats that looked fuzzy and warm, with plaid scarves wrapped tightly around their necks. Many of the adults wore formal hats, while children had beanies or earmuffs.

It was like you stumbled into a ghost town that someone had decided to bring back to life, albeit unsuccessfully, and the remnants had yet to fade away again.

As the Guide led you further into Devil Town, an important question came to mind. "Where will I stay?" There were so many small buildings and even smaller shops, but you had yet to see anything that resembled a house or apartment complex.

"With the Fool," he answered, though it didn't give you any more confidence. "He has a book shop with a spare room. That's where most people like you stay until the month is up."

"How do I unlock the option to go home?" You whispered this question, not wanting anyone to overhear you. Home must be a touchy subject for those who were still here. "Is there something specific I need to do?"

The Guide only sighed in frustration, a sound you were starting to get used to. "I can't tell you that." It didn't deter you this time, you simply changed your question.

"What can you tell me?"

He took his time answering you again, this time waiting until the two of you were standing in front of a wooden door. With one hand on the doorknob, the Guide turned to look at you. The intensity of his gaze—locked dead onto yours—forced you back a step.

When he spoke, that intensity was carried through his voice, quiet but pointed. "Devil Town is tricky, and those who are here are trickier. Whatever it is you are running from, it won't catch you here. It can't. But that doesn't mean you're safe. Don't trust anyone, not even me, and especially not yourself."

He didn't give you a moment to recover, to process his words, before turning the knob and pushing inside the building, leaving you to follow after hesitantly.

"Ah, the Guide!" A new, deeper, cheerier voice said. "What brings you here? Another lost soul to harbor?"

You didn't like the term lost soul.

You looked around as they spoke, at the shelves and shelves of books. Or, book. Maybe you were tired or maybe you had become too confused, but it looked like every book was an exact copy of the one next to it: same height, same thickness, same color, same title.

What kind of bookshop only sold one book?

"Yes," came the response from the only person you had met so far. "Is your spare room empty?"

"Of course!" You finally looked at the new person, the Fool, the Guide had said. He was much taller, and was actually smiling at you, with deep dimples in his cheeks. He seemed much kinder than the Guide had when you first met him, but his words outside the shop still reverberated around in your head. "It's right this way," he gestured behind him, "please follow me, miss…?" He trailed off, waiting for you to introduce yourself.

That was when you realized, the Guide had never asked for your name. He never wondered who you were, beyond "another lost soul" to guide through the Unknown.

Don't trust anyone, not even me, especially not yourself.

What scared you the most, however, was that you couldn't answer his question.

"I don't remember," you told them, your voice small and shaky in a way it hadn't been since you woke up on that bench. You were confused, you were concerned, but you hadn't necessarily been scared. "I don't remember my name." You looked back and forth between them, hoping for some kind of help, though you weren't sure what either could offer you.

The Guide merely blinked at your words, probably having heard them before, countless times from countless others he's had to do this with since he chose to stay here. The Fool continued smiling at you, also not concerned but seeming to offer you more comfort.

"That's alright," the Fool shrugged, "you can pick out who you are later. I'll help you, if you like." You wanted his offer to be kind and generous, but it only reminded you of the conversation you had with the Guide on the way here and it only added to the fear that now had a solid grip around your throat.

Still, you walked towards the Fool, wanting to lay down and rest and get a proper moment to think and process everything that had happened. You did try to keep your distance from the bookshelves, still put off by the repeating book.

"Take care of her," the Guide said, taking his own steps towards the door.

"You know I will."

"I know you will try," the Guide sighed, "we'll see what happens. And for you."

You looked back at him, "Yes?"

"Your time has started. Be careful with what you do with it." The Guide turned away, his hand on the doorknob. He didn't turn it, though, instead his knuckles were turning white with how hard he was grasping it. "And whatever you do, stay away from the Loner."

The Guide sounded strained again, like he was specifically trying to get those words out, like it was something he wasn't supposed to be telling you but managed to anyway.. With that final warning, he pulled the door open and exited the bookshop, leaving you alone with the Fool.

"Don't mind him so much," the Fool tried again to comfort you as he led you down a small hallway and up a short staircase. "He tries to act all intense but he's practically harmless." You didn't respond, still worried about too many things, still trying to process everything that was happening.

He stopped outside a simple wooden door and gently pushed it open for you. "Here is your room," he said, "get yourself situated, rest if you like. I'll be downstairs."

You stepped into the space, cozy but still void of any life. A single bed, a chair in a corner, a wardrobe in the opposite one. The window was thin and didn't have much of a view, but it didn't let the cold in.

"Thank you, um..." you trailed off, still unused to the strange naming system. You felt especially uncomfortable calling him the Fool.

"The Fool," he said for you, still smiling. A strange and silly part of you wanted to poke his dimples, just to see if they were real. "And you're welcome. Don't worry too much about forgetting your name. Like I said, we can pick one out for you."

With that, the Fool left you alone, closing the door but not all the way, giving you space but letting you know if you needed something you could go to him.

You went over to the wardrobe, gently tugging on the vintage-looking knobs, worried they would pop out if you pulled too hard. The doors creaked open, showing you clothes similar in fashion to what the people in town were wearing, all dark tones with simple patterns, somewhere between vintage pioneer and modern school uniforms. You shrugged off your current coat, the long, dark brown one you didn't remember how you had gotten, and hung it up on an empty hanger.

Then you tenderly sat on the bed, testing out the mattress before putting your full weight on it. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was better than the bench you woke up on.

Why did you wake up on a bench?

How did you get here?

What had you gotten yourself into?

🍂 thanks for reading!! 🍂 tagging: @secfir

#bts #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts writing #bts au #bts over the garden wall #bts autumn #bts mini series #yoongi x reader #devil town #part one #btswritersclub

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sunnylands-world · 1 year

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The visit to the cottage

Pairing: demon Draco x reader

Summary: you're on a visit to see your grandparents but you meet something far worse.

Word count: 1'093

Warning: p in v, mentions of tentacles [a lot, sorry not sorry], anal, demon Draco, oral by tentacles, EVERYONE IS OF AGE, squirting, forced orgasm, nipple play, reader cries, dub-con, stockholm syndrome? I think that's everything don't read if this bothers you

Universe: demon Draco

A/n: sorry, don't know where this came from I just kinda lost my mind, don't kill me. @b-bewley1979 for the demon idea I hope you like it

Nice thought, reblogs, and inboxing is appreciated and motivational ❤️

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You knew better than to walk the woods this late.

The wind howled with the wolves guarding the forest. Your only source of light was a meek lantern with a small wisp of fire and the navy blue sky as it lit with white stars. Your coat was big and warmed you from the breeze but you still got the chills with every leaf you stepped on. So what were you doing out here? You were supposed to be meeting your grandparents but had gotten lost on the way.

Deciding you needed a rest you stopped leaning against a tree only to have your gaze caught by the most beautiful Cottage ever. It seemed to have glowing flowers and such pretty green grass. As if enchanted to do so, you wandered towards it and before you knew it you were behind the small gate turning the door knob.

When you finally gathered your thoughts you noticed a pot filled with soup, quickly rushing towards it. Your ice-like hands grasped the wooden spoon scooping the hot liquid in-between your lips and moaning at the warmth it sent thru you.

"Good isn't it"

Your head whipped around quickly as you slurped what was left up. You whipped your face with the ruff material of your old sweater sleeve trying to find where the voice came from. Your eyes widened like saucers seeing the male…demon?

He had blonde hair and a neon glow to match his small horns. His clothes are similar to a business suit making you raise a brow as one of your many confusions right now.

"I- I'm sorry, I-i didn't know it belonged to anyone sir" you muttered only receiving a Chuckle.

"Don't worry, I know a way you can pay me back for it." The windows slam shut and the doors lock collecting a white lining.

You only make it to the door knob Before you're wrapped in a tentacle resembling him with its all black look and green halo. you squirm desperate to be free as he floats about examining you from head to toe.

"What an ugly coat, let's remove it shall we," he started, the coat vanishing from you. You gasp as you're left in a knee length skirt and button up. He smirks with sharp teeth before saying

"What should I do with you?" You begin to fight harder, afraid for what is to come as you're stuck with no control over anything.

"Please just let me go I won't tell-" you yelp, clothes pulled away as your left completely bare, body cold from the strong winds that blow.

"Oh darling, no one would believe you if you're let free" he states enjoying the frightening look on your face. His blue gaze is strong with the whitening light that they reflect as he looks over your naked frame, green roped around your waist and arms. Your nipples harden from the cold and your legs squeeze close hiding your center from him and the breeze.

You eyes tear up accepting your fate as he strips himself as well but they quickly pop back open glossy feeling the slight flickering at your clit, a soft pointed tip playing at your folds like tongue strokes. You still try and fight despite your body already giving away like putty at the feeling.

He groans his large cock in hand too much for him to hold as he tugs at it, dripping pre-cum down the inflamed head.

Two more of the dark glowing tentacles latch onto your nipples, pulling and twisting at them in almost fascination. Your breath hitches and you whimper at the teasing. Your swollen clit lathered in the juices dripping from you as the other tentacle slithers inside you, deeply fucking your pussy like it's starving for the tightness of your walls. Your thoughts are fuzzy and your brain can't function with all the arms playing with your parts. You moan and whine much to your dismay. Your nipples are sore, your clit is on the fine line of pain at the tempted flickering, and your hole filled beyond believable as the bulge forms in your stomach.

"It's nice isn't it, feeling all that attention in so many places?" He moans, breathing labored as he uses the cum running freely from his cock as lube to stroke harder.

You can't respond, face scrunched, drool running out your mouth as your jaw hangs slack. Your body is limp and sweaty as it moves with the motion of the tentacle thrusting roughly in and out of your quivering walls. Your clenching and unclenching painful with the intense pleasure and he can feel it, cumming harder at your fucked out state.

"Fuck that's it" he hums "nothing feels better than human pussy," he finishes, his own coat of sweat on his chest, and his eyes flutter with his lip tight between his teeth.

You babble out some type of nonsense feeling yourself reach closer to the tip of your peek and with his lips suddenly sucking at your neck you release, tears streaming down your face and your walls squeezing tight as you gush around the tentacle still embedded inside you, pumping you full of cum but unfortunately he doesn't stop.

You feel the pressure of something prying at your behind and you wake a bit from your tired state fighting weakly as he takes the wetness from your front as lube for your back. You sobb stuttering out how you can't take anymore begging with pleases that he only hushes.

"It's okay, it's okay I'll take good care of you baby," he promises pushing his cock into your tight hole while the tentacle resting in your walls starts back up like a switch was flipped on. You fall into his shoulder as he brings his arms around you comforting you with rubs to the back. He thrust up in rhythm with the long soft length ramming into your pussy. You're on the verge of sleep as your core weeps around the softness playing at your g-spot like it's not there, your backside burns with the stretch of him till you pass out in his hold.

When you wake the demon is cuddling beside you, tentacles wrapped around you possessively before one reaches for the food and water at your side. He presses kisses to your forehead. one of the pointed lengths slipping between your legs and sliding back and forth against your bare center slowly. You pull the water from your lips blinking tiredly.

"Who are you?" You say, voice dry and brittle.

He laughs, hand coming up to stroke your cheek.

"draco, the demon of sex"

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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OP your addtion about the Harbinger's reaction? Sent me wheezing to the moon 🤣🤣💀

I dont have any additions to Teyvat language yet (other anons have a more in depth explanations while mine is just shitposts wheEZE--) but I did have an idea for a Genshin AU.

I'm pretty sure everybody has heard about the blue alien people Avatar. Tribal people from another planet. (Also I just stumbled upon the forests of Sumeru while going through Chasm quests. The one that has giant mushrooms).

Imagine Genshin in the Avatar Au. Sumeru can be based on the first movie (It fits cause from what I can explore of Sumeru reminds me of the time I watched Avatar of the first time. Pure awe and wonder..) While the Water nation can be based on the 2nd movie, Hoyoverse hasnt released the name of the Water Country yet so we're just waiting. Mondstadt can be based on the upcoming 3rd (4th or 5th? Idk they had it lined up) movie that involves being high above the clouds. Kind of like the Jade palace or the Floating Abode in the serenitea pot.

Its all I could base for now since the other movies dont have that much info yet to be paired with Genshin's countries.

Bonus idea that randomnly popped into my head:

Still going with this Au but its sagau themed. Creator!Reader arrives to Teyvat and is considered as Eywa

NOW THIS

THIS IS AN ✨️IDEA✨️

I just want u to know i feel b l e s s e d that u put this in MY ask box , when this coulda been a whole post of ur own 💖💖🙏🙏

WARNING: So i havent seen the new movie, just the og Avatar one, and i totally loved that concept about Eywa and how their world works so ill refresh myself but if theres any new lore from the 2nd movie i aint got it yet 💁 srry babs

🎵 FROM THE DAY WE ARRIVED ON THE PLANEETTT

AND STEPPED OUT BLINKING INTO THE SUN

AND THE SUN ROSE HIGH IN A SAPPHIRE SKY

ITS THE CIRRRRCCCLLLEEE OF LIFFFFEEEE 🎵

^ except ur like the life itself bc ur god now

Thats why i put that there

This AU radiates that energy

♤

BRO I TOTALLY FORGOT ABT U MENTIONIMG THE COOL CHASM STUFF AND PICKED THAT GIF ALL ON MY OWN

BC I THOUGHT IF ANYTHING LOOKS LIKE EYWA TREE IN GENSHIN ITS THAT BEAUTIFUL MUSHROOM GOD

ANYWAYS-

So I accidentally posted this too early so keep refreshing or coming back bc if theres no "♡the beloveds♡" im still updating this then LMAO

SRRY GUYS

So anon's a genius and i could listen to u talk about this all day

I fucking love combining world building or lore together

Esp like making one the AU or just the setting like u said with Avatar worlds as settings and same characters-

EEEEEE U ARE EYWA- YESSSSS YESSSSSS I AM YOUR GOD BITCHES!!! SUCK ON MY BIG FAT MAN TIDDIES BITCHES RAHHHHH /REF

♧

So they deffo use "Eywa" as a term for you instead of your name

Honestly, before when u were a mysterious af planet creature thing (lets say u get isekaied there i mean)

Nobody rlly knew if u even could take a mortal form or even thought of that as a concept

I feel like the younger generations immortals and Teyvat's current countries kinda think of you Eywa as more of a passive entity life force thing

Rather than the older immortals and creatures that had seen thru eons or over the course of a couple thousand years

That u were very aware and intelligent

Not that ur energy or aura didnt tell them that alone

◇

So a little deeper into the Teyvat lore here but i dont see anybody else talking about it so I will

Originally, it was the Seven Sovriegns and you, and eventually Phanes and their Four Shades,

And they literally all quickly came to realize u literally made this planet and began to start the first traditions of worshipping you!

Like putting gifts or hand made goods at the base

(Ppl have also gotten a tradition from Morax/Rex Lapis and Guizhong and other adepti to leave birthday letters to offer you, which ties into what i say below⬇️)

Ya know,

Eywa the tree could even be a sort of source to the eyes of Teyvat of what you look like while u were playing the game

Like how Eywa's little jellyfish reach ppl in the forest and shit? I think?

So like i would imagine that whatever u make certain vessels or acolytes do most often, is what they think they should offer u :0

◇

Claymore users give u gemstones and ores

Bow users give u hunted game like fowl, or the treasure from puzzles that required arrows (like those bursting blue balloons?)

Catalysts and Polearms give u all kinda of crazy shit lmao

Bc they can be used for a vareity of things

◇

Bc of ur player status and abilities, people of Teyvat attribute a gain in power or talents or whatnot to you, Eywa

So say u actually physically there now, and u just wake up under the coolest sickest tree youve ever seen in ur life

Omg could u imagine????

Seeing Teyvat irl? But AVATAR WORLD IRL???!!!

You would stand there lookin around like a drunk fuck for like 20 minutes, maybe longer lmao

Its just so ✨️pretty✨️ here

Also the tree itself just feels like, the equivalent to ur bedroom basically but like specifically if it was hella comfy and like just the way u want it (all the decor is up, the floor is clean, u got like hot choco on ur desk, theres a candle burning, etc.)

♤

Oh so since ur like weirdly connected to the land, like u know how theres a voice line abt walking in that glowing aranara part of Sumeru and ur steps light up?

I saw that too in the OG avatar movie

So i feel like u would have a map with ALLLLL the peoples on it and little icons

U can focus on just vision users or bosses or big nature things like Dragonspine

◇

Oh so Eywa can control all animals and whatnot and so u as a mortal person can too

So anytime theres a threat u can deadass just become a pokemon trainer LMAO

Ok but think how badass it would be to just like,

Get the Primo Geovishap or Giant Bird Jadeplume Terror thingy to just leave their territory and wipeout some mfs

(coughunknowngodasomodaycough)

It would be fucking amazing

♧

Unrelated to above bc im just spitting out ideas srry guys

but like

I feel like if u were a lifeforce sort of ancient eldritch god for the entire goddamn continent of Teyvat let alone the whole planet-

You would have to maintain said continent/planet

Like, make sure the Irminsul is growing okay, protect from mfs like Dottore,

Stop diasters if ur Eywa too, esp bc u can hear prayers now, and would hear ppl crying out to help them geez

while the prayers of the many kinda just glob together to form the major "feeling" of the prayer for most creatures,

Vision users, gods, ancient creatures u can get their exact sentences

Basically more magic = better heard to connect with u

◇

Oh u know, i could even see it being even more manual or personal labor bc ur not like a tree connected to ur roots thruout the world technically

Like if volcanoes erupt in Natlan, the archon and gods there help and u r also wanted/needed in person for it to work

U would still be powerful, but yeah like say the tree was u just playing genshin before,

The game automatically regulated diasters and stuff other than what was supposed to happen in game

◇

So kinda bouncing off that I read smwhere that the Na'vi dont actually view Eywa as like omnipotent or omniscient

(like the God™️ from the Christian bible for a example of what your not)

And also! Dont blame/attribute natural diasters, plagues, or other bad stuff on Eywa

So good for you whew 💦

Ur actually supposed to kinda just be the collective lifeforce or Teyvat/world and nature, and a defender and guide of life :0

Which kinda fits with the whole "upgrading characters" thing actually

◇

Okay but I saw somewhere in SAGAU tag someone did another name instead of Creator to spice it up and its "All-Mother"

And interestingly, Eywa in Avatar is also called that and "Great Mother"!!

How fun :0

Also, the reason Eywa still got people with free-will is bc they kinda described the relationship to Eywa being something like a mother or parent

Maybe where name/titles came from ig?

Either way, ppl be calling u all types of nicknames u aint heard before lmao

I mean ur sacred, they dont just say ur name,

Nobody knows ur real name or what u call yourself

Just what they call u

Bc they couldnt communicate with u super well before, (the bday letters were the closest they got verbally, and even then they had to be addressed somewhat to ur first vessel the traveler to get thru/be seen)

Otherwise yeah u operating them lets say before on Earth you rlly felt like an eldritch nature deity 💀

Cause u guide them in battles, strengthen their talents and skills and bodies, and feed them food

If they were in battle like needing healing food, u help them heal by consuming it for them so they dont have to take a snack break in battle and

Let me tell u, these denizens of Teyvat who have to constantly deal with magic and monsters and abyss stuff, so a stroll outside ur house gets u in a fight...

...They are very grateful for that needless to say.

Plus i like to think u make fighting easier on them bc ur "guiding" their bodies

◇

Anyway thats a long winded way to say, help me think of all the names Teyvat's given you lmao:

Eywa

All-Mother / Great Mother

All-Father / Great Father

All-Parent? / Great Parent

Creator

Their Grace

Great Puppeteer

The Puppeteer

Soul of Teyvat

Greatest Soul

☆

She aint long bc im not that creative and this idea has sm potential too😔

I would love to be Eywa sounds fun and powerful af and i dont get expected to be Jesus and they know i dont cause the natural diasters, like that sounds nice

Aight im no genius and this writing feels like im just rambling like a drunk guy sittin on the sidewalk mumbling to myself, i had to stop writing 💀

Like that energy specifically-

So lmk if yall got any other cool titles or names :0

I couldn't think of anymore :/

Also srry about the updating this post and making u check back in if u already read this before i put the taglist

(Me putting the taglist means im done editing/writing this dw if u seein this)

Cheers,

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

♡my beloveds♡

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trashcanwithsprinkles · 3 months

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hii! i am in love with your works. i've read itysg(ainly) several times and cyanide twice T.T you deserve all the love, you've become one of my top 3 comfort authors <3

i have a quick question. do you have a compilation of your abyss lore somewhere? like how you can't cry in the abyss because the salt attracts the enemies (i sincerely hope that is from you and i'm not confusing it with someone else's T.T) uhh, cause i intend to base my research on it :) no issue tho if not

oh! no i don't think i have it anywhere, but it's no trouble to me to just- dump it all here, so-

i'll leave it under the cut, but tysm!! good luck writing and obviously feel free to tweak and change stuff to better fit whatever you're going for!

ok so- this is going to be about canon-genshin's abyss. the only difference between that one and cyanide's abyss is a lack of rhinedottir creatures, so.

landscape

i've always been torn between if the abyss is like- just a small area, like within a huge cave; or if it's its own entire realm altogether. like a whole other world, with its own continents and all that. it feels so limiting to make it only a cave, but it also feels a bit too strange to make it just- mirror teyvat. idk anyway,

under the assumption that it's not as big as teyvat but larger than just a cave, we could look at it like one large landmass surrounded by ocean

the moon spire is off one of the coasts, around the rainforest area

the easiest way to think about it is probably like minecraft's nether. like the overworld is all open sky and lots of biomes while the nether is all claustrophobic and with only a handful of biomes

i think it'd be cool if it's rainforest and badlands/savanna/desert. but not like sumeru- to me sumeru's rainforest is very much like the jungle in madagascar and the desert is like the sandbanks in africa. i think the abyss could be more like the amazon's rainforest, tighter, a lot less giant fantastical trees and more- 'where the fuck am i, i can hardly see thru the vegetation' sort of place. and the desert more like the usa's stereotypical cacti and tumbleweed all dry land and rocky cliffs.

since irminsul's roots have to be down there and i think the abyss is whacky enough to meld with whatever dimension irminsul resides in, then i think we could literally have massive petrified roots in the middle of the continent. like just- sprouting out of the ground and making this gigantic thing that you could theoretically see from everywhere if it wasn't so fucking dark. in cyanide here would be where the primordial one would've been sealed to in the original abyss, right in the center.

the rainforest area would be full of winding, impossibly deep rivers- like all of them deep like the mariana trench. wet mist hollows and just- general amazon rainforest inconveniences. if you've ever been there you know what i mean. i think it'd be even more fucked up if it doesn't rain, though.

the desert part would be a death sentence, hence why skirk sticks to the rainforest most times, esp while with childe

the area with irminsul's roots would be like a giant haunted forest/cave system, full of the only sources of natural light down there (some glowing moss and insects)

climate

damp and wet-feeling but it's not water, it's abyssal miasma. like it all feels like a sauna. the temperatures would go from uncomfortably kinda-hot in the day to fucking freezing at nigth.

the rainforest feels even wetter but again, not water. everytime you breathe it feels like you have to force your lungs to take in the air. again, if you've ever been to a jungle or rainforest, you know what i mean.

the desert parts would be unbearably hot, but the heat would come from the ground itself, so you'd feel feverish the entire time - it'd be cool if the sands were obnoxiously red from high iron oxides to make it even worse. the more bearable places would be up on the rock cliffs and outcrops, but since they're the more livable places, that means most of the creatures are also up there. speaking of,

creatures

the rifthounds are in the higher areas of the rainforest, almost a tundra, bordering the roots, where the wolflord has its lair and territory. not edible bc they contain aluminum and other not-safe-for-humans metals, and also there's hardly any meat in them lmao.

the giant clay worm(s) lives underground in the lowland rainforest and nobody has really seen it, so it's a non-issue. it's massive, and the reason why the marshlands on a different side of the rainforest exist. i think it'd be interesting if nobody knew whether it's one giant one or multiple giants. also this would be the cause of quakes in the abyss, it's just whenever the thing moves there would be a tremble in the ground

steelclaw harpies are out in the rocky outcrops of the dessert, hence why you'd be forced to walk the superheated base ground instead of going up. if you've ever seen a harpy eagle, just think that but like- the size of a person, and a bit more dinosaur-esque.

the glass rain whale. kinda like the giant clay worm in that hardly anyone sees it, only when it rains glass over the sea (not the land) you can see it come out of the ocean and fly around. the meagre light of the moon makes it seem almost transluscent, like a ghost whale. it couldn't be the all-devouring narwhal bc it wouldn't make sense lore-wise, but it could be similar-looking.

pillar rats are- well, giant rats that live in the canyons and desert. they call them pillar rats because they climb up sheer cliffaces like it's nothing. also they can scratch through pretty much anything, and have very thick hides, so if you need warm clothes that's what you want to hunt

stonetusk hogs are the easiest animal to catch in the rainforest marshlands, but the meat isn't all that tasty. they're blind, like most other creatures. not that big. like- fucked up versions of genshin's boars.

praying goliaths are giant mantis-like mutant bugs that live in the rainforest. they're big big, like twice the size of a person big, and they're best avoided. you can tell where one passed through by the path of cut down vegetation they leave behind as they move, using their front legs as sharp scythes.

canyon rhinos live in both the canyons and the fog hollows. they're practically bulletproof, fuck-off ugly, and very dangerous. blind from overuse of moping ferns (that grow in the hollows) to hide the salt in their eyes. good food if you can catch them

wraith butterflies are around the water deposits and clay banks of the rainforest and always in the hunt for salt. they have sharp legs to perch on hosts and poisonous powder between their wings. yes they're the ones that make crying a bad idea.

stalkwalkers are the kings of the fog hollows and the reason why you don't go there if you're smart. i have mentioned plenty that they're physically inspired by made in abyss' turbinid-dragon (ryuuzazai?). basically a giant six-legged giraffe/seahorse looking thing. the stalkwalkers would have retractable harpoon-like stalks (stillettos) that they use to walk through the forest and to hunt. massive and blind, see through echolocation.

misc

the concentration of abyssal miasma would be a lot more forgiving around irminsul's roots. basically everything is just better around irminsul's roots, but because it's so nice there, most creatures also go there, so no. the wolflord has set up camp nearby also.

it's dark. like there's no light besides the lackustre light of the moon and the glowing moss in irminsul's roots, so all creatures see through either abyssal miasmic sight or a form of echolocation.

you can't plant foreign crops, the soil won't accept it

most root vegetables aren't safe to eat. rooties are though

there's bugs that fuck with your sleep cycles to weaken you

the sand is black

there's almost no fish in the ocean, so it's not worth it to stay on the shores

it's also not worth it to stay generally uncovered from the moon's light bc it has a weird-ass radiation, like the sun.

i think that's all i had? there's probably some bits and pieces of other things about how the abyss filters the miasma and how all creatures evolved to use it since it's the only available energy down there, but i think that's been repeated enough in the fics hahah

anyway yeah! hope that's what you meant. if not oh well, it was probably about time i compiled it all,,

#thank you!!#ily <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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crowzwrites · 5 months

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Day 5 of mcspirk week - tender

Ao3

Content warnings: Blood and injury

@mcspirkevents

Yeah I’m a bit behind, I’m trying lol.

didn’t have time to check thru it so I shall tomorrow haha

Spock and Jim along with some other science officers had beamed down to a new planet that required further study and exploration as the scans did not reveal much of anything apart from that the atmosphere is breathable and that it’s rich in plant life. The sky is a light green hue whilst the deciduous forest that emcompasses much of the planet is a blue colour, an opposite to Earth. The vast diversity of the planet's vegetation is astounding and if he had the time to document every piece of it he would, however the stars call to him as do his partners.

So perhaps Spock is a little excited to observe the planet closer and bring back samples to the ship so that he can examine them. Jim smiles at him warmly when they beam down, he breathes in the fresh air and takes a step forward. The bluegrass crunching under their boots. Two other science officers have beamed down with them and they start taking recordings of the vast data around them. Obviously Kirk is here just to support Spock as he usually does even if there is no logical reason for him to be. McCoy had no reason to join them today and had made them promise not to get into trouble this time otherwise he’d kill them, illogical as always.

Speaking of interesting fauna, he comes across some small glowing mushrooms and other luminescent plants. Kirk crouches down next to him then gently touches the shroom.

“Huh cool.” he says nonchalantly, he glances at him.

“Indeed. I do not believe I have seen a planet with this many bioluminescent plants, fascinating.” Spock starts to explain more about the readings he’s taken and Kirk listens intently as if he’s talking about the most interesting thing ever, he feels Jim’s affection for him.

“Love it when you nerd out on me, I love you Spock.”

Jim looks over his shoulder for a moment, no doubt to check whether anyone is around. There isn't. Jim kisses him tenderly and brings a hand up to caress his ear softly. All is quiet aside from the wind blowing through the trees, Spock breaks the kiss to look at Jim and appreciate the human for all he’s worth. Those beautiful blue eyes staring back at him with so much love in them.

Then he hears a noise not so far away from them. It’s a scream.

Spock and Kirk are on their feet immediately, rushing towards the shrill of terror to find a thorny vine latching onto Lieutenant Sarin. She’s trying to rip her arm away but only making the thorns dig deeper into her skin. Kirk grabs his phaser and shoots at it, a direct hit, making the fine retreat away from Sarin. Green blood soaks her arm and she’s panting, the other officer - Ensign Tamar helps her stand up. Spock is about to call for an emergency transport but the vine knocks it out his hand as if it knows what he is going to do.

“Run!” Kirk shouts to the two officers.

Then the vines latch onto his ankles and dig into his skin, causing him to fall over and scream at the agony of the thorns in his skin. He can feel Jim’s panic through their bond, he curses. Trying to keep still so that his partner can shoot the vines but quickly they make their way up his legs and then Jim is thrown onto the floor and crying out when the vines lock up his hands so he can’t shoot. Spock grabs Jim’s hand and holds it tightly, he blocks out Jim’s agony and his own temporarily so he can think clearly for a moment. Then he feels a foreign entity in his mind, an instinctual drive to protect itself from danger and a fear of the unknown beings coming close to it. Spock gasps as the thorns dig deeper.

He realises that the vines are sentient to a certain degree and are reacting purely out of drive to protect it from danger. Spock opens his eyes, now the vines are snaking up his abdomen, he reaches down and puts two fingers against the plant. He’s unable to initiate a proper mind meld with it and instead sends a message that he is not a threat and does not mean any harm and nor does his crewmates, that they only wanted to learn about it.

For a moment nothing happens, then the thorns retract out of his skin and the vines slink away. He sighs in relief and looks over to Jim who is also being freed. Crimson blood stains Kirk’s arms, his sleeves shredded to pieces much like his trousers, his own emerald blood dripping down his legs. Through their joined hands he can feel Jim’s pain but he can’t block it out any longer lest he pass out. Spock grunts as he tries to get up. Thankfully the two officers return and help them both up, then they beam up quickly.

McCoy is pacing worriedly when they all beam back. For once they are spared the usual lecture as they require immediate medical care. He, Kirk and Sarin are wheeled off to sickbay hastily, McCoy has Chapel treat Sarin whilst he treats them. Spock can feel the anger and worry emanate from the Doctor, who treats them both with a regenerator. First Kirk gets his arms treated, McCoy carefully cleans the blood away. Jim winces as his skin is knitted back together and gets a quick kiss on the cheek before he turns to Spock and sighs as he begins taking off his trousers. Kirk’s shirt had already been ruined and the sleeves had been ripped off so there wasn’t a need for it to be cut up. The doctor had put them in a private room. Slowly, McCoy cuts into his trousers and removes them along with his boots.

“So what the hell happened down there then?” he huffs.

“We were attacked by some vines that appear to have some level of awareness and perhaps are sentient. I will have to conduct-“

“The hell you will! You’re not going back down to that planet again.” McCoy glares at him, he pokes one of Spocks injuries as he’s cleaning them which makes him wince. “You really wanna risk becoming injured more? Damn Vulcans and their research.. Ah sorry Spock, I’m just-“

“I understand, Leonard. I do not think they will attack us again as I conveyed that we are not a threat and simply want to learn more about them.” he scrunches his nose up when Leonard starts using the regenerator on him, it’s an odd feeling

“I promise we’ll be more careful next time, Bones” Kirk puts a reassuring hand on the doctor's shoulder and Spock puts his hand over Kirk’s.

“Ah I can’t stay mad at either of you can I?” he rolls his eyes but puts Socks thigh as he gets up. McCoy gives him a soft kiss on his forehead and repeats the gesture with Jim, Spock knows the stubborn man means well and genuinely worried about them.

Both he and Kirk get a change of clothes and then they’re heading back to Jim’s quarters. Not long after they eat, they all end up in bed and falling asleep in each other's arms.

#mcspirk fic #mcspirk week 2023 #mcspirk #star trek aos #james t kirk #sfw #star trek #ace spock #spones #aos #Spirk

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thorsenmark · 3 months

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Supercharging My Life Experiences in Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: A setting looking to the southwest while taking in views of nearby coast redwoods along the Grove of Titans in Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park.

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i felt really bored so im posting my unofficial official map from my au, here's the explanation if you want ok cough so the entirety of the map is shaped like a weird oval, the woods are bordering the wastes but it's HELL to traverse thru (cuz yknow the wastes are... the wastes) but the woods (where most of spw takes place) is divided up into like 5 parts we have the stormy area (stormlands) , which is you guessed it, stormy, its right next exposed marshland and is prone to horrific weather so most of the bugs living there live underground and its pretty dark there too then we have the deep woods, the trees here are fuckin ginormous and there's vegetation everywhere, and things like deer, wildcats, rabbits, and all other forms of wildlife fuck around, perfect spot for escaped convicts, raggedy old witches, and (kinda) dead gods! (and a couple hundred refugees from a civil war wink wink nudge nudge) here we have the main woods, which is just a normal run 'o the mill forest. most of the cities, villages, inns, what have you, are located in this area, both under and overground, and just so happens to be the place where the dragonfly kingdom is! (which is surrounded by a circular river known to the dragonfly as the "ring of creation") and also just so happens to have one of its modes of transport be little wood-hewn trams pulled by rats, and just happened to have one of its trams (boarded by spw) fall under siege, de-rail, and fucking explode! ("spw" is just shorthand for spw!hollow, yeah they play a pretty big part in the au, you can call em spear if you want) the snowy areas (snowlands) kinda (really) small but for the sake of this its an area, of course, it snows most of the time there and faces a couple mountains, which are beautiful... if it wasn't freezing cold all the damn time. the place is known for wicked snowstorms, and like the stormy area, most bugs that aren't tough as nails live underground, and, fun fact, is the main hub for spw!au's owl transportation! (think the stag in hk but more of them and bigger and in the sky) the last area, the cave area (spiderplains), looks pretty normal, just a meadow dotted with a couple of trees and one or two snakes, but there's a MASSIVE fucking cave entrance there!! the cave system is expansive and -- thanks to about six or seven wyrms (all of which are very dead now) -- connected to a series of tunnels. oh and the cave is populated by dozens of hundreds of spiders! (its like deepnest but somehow even more big and scary

#hollow knight #hk au #yeah i know this is really out of the blue but listen #i had an idea #can you tell i was inspired by warrior cats #with the funny names for each area #in my defence this map was made by bugs in the au #but whatever #if i can open up my asks i can answer some questions #i put too many tags here

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team prime but what they do at night when they can't recharge; I got this idea from a silly little idea that bots go to sleep like we do instead of just powering down.

I headcanon that bee would either toss and turn until settling into his back and stare at the ceiling, get up and go for a midnight stroll, hum/sing to himself, or play videogames when he can't recharge.

OP would do everything in his power to get back to recharge until giving in and either check up on his teammates (standing outside their door for a nanoklik before moving on) , read a data pad, or sharpen his axe.

It's a rare occurrence for ratchet to not be able to recharge as he's old and needs it, but he doesn't care so he stays up late filing or organizing data pads.

Bulk would sleep soundly but if he can't then he'll do the cybertronian equivalent for counting sheep, probably be careful as he can while trying to paint, or think up of cool ideas/stuff to paint tomorrow.

Prowl would turn onto his side and stare at the tree in his room with the available light in the room from the moon. Or get up and get some oil/something to refuel himself with, or think of things he normally wouldn't/doesn't get the chance too.

That's a cool idea.

I mean, the only transformers fandoms i was ever interested in were the 2 cartoons; Rescue Bots and now TFA. I actually watched the older season or 2 of Rescue Bots- there was an episode where one of the bots (Blades) was sneaking out and woke up another bot (Boulder).

So yeh, i think their recharge mode is more like a sleep mode on a laptop or pc. The sensitivity of it- as in what will wake them up from it- varies depending on the transformer itself. For example, one could wake up to a thud or a small sound and the other could sleep thru a storm or even an alarm.

I imagine Bee is the type to not need much recharge to function, somehow this mf is energetic almost all the time. Because of that, he won't be able to go to recharge at least once a week. His battery is just not drained enough. So what he does is he'll pull a gaming night or have a romance movie night. Or if he really wants to recharge, he'll drive around town and do some crazy donuts on the outskirts, anything to get his battery low enough to recharge.

Optimus is the type that is he's not recharging he'll get flashbacks to his life's mistakes. So if he can't recharge he will stay up and catch up on his reports if he hasn't done them. He'll go over his recipes, read a book or like you said, sharpen his axe. He will get everything he needs and walk out into the parking lot so the sounds don't wake up his team, sit on the shipping container and sharpen it while looking at the few stars in the sky.

Ratchet will absolutely pull an all-nighter organizing his files and med folders, a little less work for tomorrow... Most often tho he ends up sprawled at his desk at the end on the night. He didn't need recharge at that moment but he does need it after all.

Rarely Bulkhead can't recharge at night- recharging soundly is an effect of growing up on the farm where there was sound basically all cycle long. Those times he can't fall into recharge he'll just lay and imagine what pretty things he could paint. Or count Quarrels to help him recharge. (A Quarrel is a made up creature, i think it'll be like a 6-legged cybertronian horse, similar to Avatar's Direhorse)

Prowl is also the minibot of the team- although unlike Bumblebee, he's not all energetic and moving all the time so he's not burning his battery as much. It's often Prowl can't recharge, instead he will go out and refuel since his meditation makes him forget to do so during the day. He'll absolutely snoop around the pantry and steal something good to eat that he usually wouldn't. Other times he will sneak out and go on a nightly stroll around the parks and nearby forest. He's the one that is put on night patrols more often, in fact he asked Optimus if he could do them(it's quieter and more peaceful at night). So if he's not on night patrol, he will do the things i listed above.

Bonus: Sari will just eat all the fucking candy he father hid from her and snoop around the other parts of the tower that are still functioning. If she's having a sleepover at the Autobot Base she will go and seek Bee. They'll play video games or watch a movie Sari eventually will get tired, she's just a 10yo, and doze off on Bee's lap. Then he will bring her back to her bed and either go recharge himself or do what he does when he can't recharge.

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #tfa bumblebee #tfa optimus prime #tfa ratchet #tfa bulkhead #tfa prowl #tfa headcanons #tfa sari

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tails-boogie-board · 1 year

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So tails is turned into baby tails and thats it, thats the plot

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It was only after Sonic circled the entire perimeter twice that he felt the first twigs of concern. Smoke still lingered on the forest floor and even thru the muddy haze, he should’ve seen something by now. His spines were itching, the air felt off, and something was up.

Speaking of...Sonic looked up at the sky, it was already clearing up, a change of scenery wasn’t a bad idea. In a flash, he was up a barren tree that creaked under his weight, but held.

Balancing on a narrow branch, he used his hand to shield his eyes and squinted into the distance. It was a good view, the fires were out, and Eggman wasn’t even a blip in the sky, and he could see a yellow dot approaching. Something pinged at the back of his mind and Sonic leaned forward.

He was pretty slow though, hopefully he wasn’t hurt. The dot hovered in place and Sonic waved. Almost instantly, it shot right for him and Sonic frowned. Leaning back on his balance point, he put his hands behind his head and frowned.

He was too far away. He wasn't as fast. His nose itched and as Tails got closer, Sonic belatedly realized the low thrum in the air as Chaos Energy. Tails stopped a few feet away and fell a fraction of a second before regaining altitude.

Sonic’s jaw dropped, Tails stared with equally wide eyes and distantly, Sonic thought that they were the only thing that was bigger. He was small: small gloves, small shoes, small tails, small Tails. It explained the Chaos in the air at least.

Dashing to the ground, Sonic squinted up, counting the seconds before Tails appeared in the foliage. He was feet first and was eyeing the branches and clearly wasn’t comfortable diving.

Tails met him at eye level and kept going lower. He landed and Sonic looked down as Tails looked up. Slowly, he crouched down in a low squat. He was still taller, but eye contact was easier now and something in Tails’ shoulders relaxed. He never liked adults looming.

His eyes were blue. And this wasn't Classic Tails and Sonic knew that as much as his own speed.

“Sonic?” Tails voice was pitched and nasally and young. He took a step back and looked him up and down, even going on his tippy toes to look at his quills.

Sonic opened his mouth to say something, but his mind was moving too fast and too slow all at once and he gave up and nodded. Tails narrowed his eyes and took to the air until they were eye-to-eye. Slowly, he circled him and Sonic posed dramatically and heard a giggle to his left. Finishing his inspection, Tails still looked confused but satisfied and landed in front of him. His tails swished, intrigued and pointed, cocking his head.

“I think you’re the one that’s the wrong size, bud.” Sonic countered, settling back into his crouch. Tails’ jaw dropped and he stared up at him in shock.

“You’c’n talk?”

Grinning, he rubbed his nose and looked at his little brother.

“Had to change it up eventually.” He agreed and Tails blinked for a long second before he grinned back at him with a thumbs up.

The whole thing reeked of chaos and all with no easy Eggman-approved problem to blame. At least not yet, but Sonic was optimistic.

Okay, step one, get back to Mystic Ruins and- well, see if anyone could use any of Tails’ machines to figure out what happened. Step two was up in the air and so was step one, but a plan was a plan. Standing up, Sonic stretched his back and rolled his shoulders, tapping the toe of his left foot against the ground. Under him, Tails flicked his namesakes looked up at him as he took to the air, and even the familiar rhythm of his flying was lighter.

Squinting into the distance, Sonic did some quick math, at Tail’s normal pace it’d probably take them 45-50 minutes to get back. With Tails being...five? – Sonic looked at Tails, who was stretching his own arms – closer to four probably, it could double that time easily.

Instead he held out his hand in a wordless request for speed and Tails grabbed it automatically. It was too small and Sonic looked down, Tails hand could fit into his palm easily and instead of the necessary death grip his passengers usually had, Tails gripped two fingers with room to spare. He was so little.

Huffing through his nose, he instead reached out his other hand and pulled Tails to his chest. The two tails wacked into him, but it lacked the real muscle his regular Tails had.

Instead he squeezed him to his chest and hands gripped his arms.

“Hold on, lil’ bro.” And they were gone in a streak of blue.

“He documents it when he wants to” Sonic mocked under his breath, scrolling through Tails’ database. “’But I gotta finish this one thing up!, he says. ‘Just 5, maybe 10 more minutes, max!’” Most of the notes were recorded around 8pm, but most the blueprints were updated at 2am and Tails was so getting his genius ‘I can handle my own bedtime’ privileges taken away.

Speaking of, Sonic turned his head and looked behind him. Tails was still looking at the Tornado v7. The kit was balanced on one wing and waved at him when he caught his eye. Sonic waved back and looked back to the screen. He tapped his fingers restlessly against the trackpad, most of the info was uncommented, too complicated, or was some bad pun -The ‘deager’ turned crystals back into carbon which Sonic only kinda got

A flash of white caught his eye and he looked down, Tails dropped his hand and cocked his head. When Sonic didn’t move he frowned, placing a hand over his stomach and looking at the door. Sonic looked at the screen real quick, it was getting close to dinner. He stared up at the files of the screen and decided that he just wasted an hour. Even if anything in Tails’ data was useful, it wasn’t like Sonic could figure it out without Tails in the first place.

Turning away, he yawned and scratched his belly and headed for the door. Behind him, he could Tails scramble to catch up and slowed down at the low drone of his tails.

Stepping into the kitchen, Sonic belatedly remembered that he and normal Tails were supposed to be on an adventure, a quick check confirmed that all that was left were emergency rations and water. Looking down, he thumbed in the direction of town. Tails looked up with big eyes, Sonic grinned, Tails pouted, but Sonic didn’t flinch. Tails sighed silently under his breath and Sonic fist pumped.

Chilidogs win!

“You weren’t gonna tell me?” Amy accused and she wasn’t wrong and Sonic laughed sheepishly.

“I didn’t think about it.” He said truthfully.

Next to him, feet miles from the ground, Tails kicked his legs and stared up at him and Amy with wide eyes, he was only on chili dog two, but he was slowing down and Sonic didn’t remember if that was normal or not.

“Of course you never-“Amy cut herself off with a hmph and dragged over a seat from another table, the group casually ignoring the now broken chains scraping against the patio as she sat next to Tails. Amy smiled at Tails gently, fully ignoring Sonic.

“Hi there, Tails.”

Tails offered her a single wave and Amy darted Sonic a dirty look. Sonic just took another bite of his chilidog and Amy’s scowl fell as she turned back to Tails, who was dutifully separating the hotdog from the bun. Sonic nudged him with his elbow and Tails stuffed a handful of bread into his mouth

“I’m Amy, one of Sonic’s best friends.” She said, holding a hand out. Tails, cheeks full of bread, looked at Amy and then her hand and then bluntly looked to Sonic.

Sonic didn’t even try to hide his cackle and Amy pretends like she didn’t notice.,

“She’s a friend, buddy.” Sonic confirms and Tails nods agreeably, and takes Amy’s hand. After a second, Sonic realizes he doesn’t know what a handshake is.

Amy takes the lead and shakes his hand, “it’s nice to meet you.” Tails nods in agreement and tentatively shakes her hand too.

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okay look im gonna burn out before i finish this lets be real but i have Thoughts and a desperate need for validation. Anyway I’ve been lurking in the fandom for like a week and now I have ideas so uhh sorry, I haven’t actually read a sonic comic and I’ve only played the flashgames and sonic adventure battle 2 but im bad at video games.

So, something I notice is that people make baby Tails into Sonic’s interpreter, which is cute and I love mute!classic/(only speaks japanese lmao@/chaoxfix) sonic who talks as a teen

but in reality, kids take after their guardians much more than they’d ever wish and not always for the best. Which leads to Tails being a bit stunted and speech regression

And also @/dakt37 giving me life with baby satam Tails is something that can be so personal and make me write. semi-feral teen dad sums up so many of my thoughts

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #tails the fox #miles tails prower #my writing #baby tails #look theyre brothers and he raised him okay and for a little bit kids are just mimics of their guardians and sonic is already so cool okay #amy rose #fanfic

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