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whxre-bxby · 1 year

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“Cursed By Blue”

Recom Y/N x Recom Lyle x Recom Quaritch x Recom Mansk

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Summary: The recom team is out on another mission, exploring the woods in search of Sully. However, the ladies become inconvenienced by a certain seasonal feeling they didn’t expect. It hits Y/n the hardest and it’s not long before the others understand what’s happening. While everyone fights their instincts, the only option Y/N sees available is to run.

WARNING: SMUT, non-con, forced smut (to a certain extent), predator/prey, heat fucking, heat cycles, penetration, unprotected sex, breeding kink, quickie, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 4139

We were nearing the weekend. Not that that affected us. Lyle told me it was Friday today and I was surprised because I had completely lost track of time. But it didn’t really matter what day it was because we didn’t get time off anyway. Finding Jake was our number one priority and no breaks other than sleep were allowed.

So here we were again, walking deeper into the forest of Pandora. It had just passed lunch time and we were here since early morning.

No one was tired though, not yet. We weren’t allowed to be either.

Today also happened to be warmer than usual so I wasn't wearing my usual long-sleeved attire and pants. I dressed like Walker usually did, in a sports bra and shorts. She and Z-Dog decided to wear tank tops like most of the others.

The forest grew quieter the more we distanced ourselves from the RDA base and the city. Soon, we could only hear the wind blowing between the leaves and the distant calls of animals. That and our heavy footsteps.

The Colonel and Lyle started the day off by leading us into the woods. As the hours passed by, the line mixed since everyone had a different walking pace and now it was Z-Dog and me leading at the front. Walker was close behind.

I had been excessively drinking for the last 30-45 minutes and I wasn’t sure why. Z-Dog glanced over at me when she saw me reach for another water bottle.

“That’s your third one already. Are you okay”? She asks, watching me gulp it down. I swallow most of the water and inhale sharply, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“I don’t know.” I say, gasping for air. “Maybe I’m dehydrated?”

“Don’t think so, we always drink the same amount and I’m fine.” Z-Dog says. We continue walking for a while longer in silence, thinking. Then Z reaches for her water and starts drinking it like she’s been running.

I laugh a little but seeing her drink made me feel thirsty again.

I reach for my water only to notice I have a few drops left. I down the remaining liquid and hold the bottle to my head. It seemed to be getting really warm.

Turning around, I open my mouth and want to say something to Walker only to see her finishing her own bottle of water. I look behind me fully and no one else is drinking.

“What. The. Fuck.” I say, feeling genuinely confused. Walker looks up at me with water drizzling down her chin and Z turns around.

I wheeze and Z laughs and we wait for Walker to catch up so we can walk together.

“Do you have any water left?” I ask her, knowing we at the front drank ours.

“No, that was my last bottle.” she says and I notice how heavy my breathing is becoming.

“Wait, you ran out too?” she asks and Z-Dog scoffs.

“Yeah, been drinkin’ like we ran a marathon.” she says and I nod.

“I’ll ask the others.” I say before turning around and seeing Mansk behind me.

“Can I have some of your water?” I ask, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. Compared to us, Mansk is not sweating at all. He’s wearing his usual long-sleeved jacket over his tank top.

The man glances up at me and his eyebrows furrow for a split second before he nods and hands one of his bottles over.

“You ran out already?” he asks while I open it and drink about half.

I wipe my mouth again, closing my eyes for a second and nodding. “Yeah.” I breathe out. “Thanks.” I say, handing it back to him.

“Y’ alright?” he asks again taking the bottle back and I nod, not thinking much of it. Mansk doesn’t seem convinced.

Ja overheard our conversation and sped up his walk to catch up to us. When Mansk noticed his presence he seemed a little relieved.

“Is she okay?” he asks his colleague. Ja was the medic of the group so he would know. He took a glance at me and also thought of what I suggested.

“Did you drink enough?” he asks me and I nod.

“Yeah, I drank all my water and some of Mansk’s.” I scoff, wiping sweat from my forehead again.

Ja presses the back of his hand against my cheek and then my forehead.

“Shit, you’re burning up.” he said, scanning over me.

I was feeling extremely warm. My skin felt like it was burning and my clothes suddenly felt tight and restrictive.

In front of us, Z-Dog and Walker are discussing something.

Ja felt up my arm and checked my pulse while we were walking and Mansk stayed on my other side in case I was in fact not okay.

“Yeah, somethin’s definitely not right.” Ja announces to us, not quite sure how to help me. Mansk has his eyebrows furrowed, examining my behaviour.

“They have it too.” I say, pointing at Z-Dog and Walker who now turn around. Walker is grimacing a little and Z looks worried.

Mansk’s and Ja’s heads look up at them and they notice that they are breathing heavily and sweating just like me. Ja also takes note of the empty bottles in their hands.

“Everthin’ okay up there?” the Colonel calls. It seems as though the others have noticed the small commotion and the medical check-up.

Ja turns around, rubbing the back of his head.

“Uh- no sir not really.” he calls back, stopping in his tracks to wait for Quaritch so that he can explain. Mansk and I keep walking and he watches me intently as I break out into a type of pant. My ears are pinned back and my tail is wildly flicking around behind me. My eyelids also happen to suddenly grow heavy and I keep them half-lidded.

What snaps me out of my haze is Z calling my name.

“Hey, Y/N come over here for a sec.” she says, turning around. Walker is running her hand down her face in what looks like frustration.

I nod, jogging over and leaving Mansk behind. He’s still watching me, trying to make sense of what’s happening.

Neither Z nor Walker looks like they feel like joking around anymore.

“Have you read the manual?” she asks and it takes me a few seconds to realise she means the Na’vi Body data.

“Yeah, of course, we had to.” I say, trying to play it cool. She raises an eyebrow and I sigh.

“I stopped once I reached the shit about plants. It got boring.” I say and she nods, knowing damn well she didn’t read further than that either.

“Walker read it, and it said somethin’ ‘bout a heat cycle.” Z says and I glance at Walker.

“Yeah… we’re not dehydrated. I remember the symptoms. It’s happening right now.” Walker says, scanning my reddened face.

“Does it burn?” Z asks and my ears perk forward for once, being relieved from the tense strain I kept them in the past half hour.

“Everything burns.” I say.

“You know what I mean.” she adds and I groan in frustration too.

“Yeah.” I mumble. I can’t deny the heat that’s been forming between my legs. I tried ignoring it but it grew worse.

“Do you feel, like-” Z says, gasping for air herself. “...uncontrollably horny?” she asks with a light laugh and Walker smirks.

I have no shame admitting anything in front of them so I chuckle and answer. “More like painfully horny.”

They laugh a little, struggling to even out their breathing.

“We need to distance ourselves from them.�� Walker says, glancing over her shoulder. “Especially you Y/N you seem to have it bad.” she chuckles, motioning to my panting self. “Otherwise we’re done for and this squad will no longer be as professional.”

My eyes widen. “Wait- you’re joking right? It’ll go away like tomorrow. How would they know about this if we don’t tell them?” I ask and Walker opens her mouth to answer but before she can, my answer is handed to me differently.

“You smell that?” someone says behind us. My heart stops pounding for a second. Right our new senses have us picking up more.

“These cursed blue bitches.” I swear and Z breathily laughs, seeming to know how screwed we are. She’s passed the stage of denial and is now accepting our fate.

We turn around and notice that Lyle was talking to Prager. Prager nodded and they stopped walking. Mansk had also stopped in his tracks, turning to them. Behind them, Ja, Quaritch, Brown, Lopez and the remaining team catch up and everyone comes to a halt.

Quaritch walks between them and deeply inhales. He looks around, noticing how his soldiers are smelling what he is too.

I feel my heart slowly drop and I hold on to Z-Dog for some comfort. All three of us are watching them, dreading their reaction.

“What is it?” Lopez asks.

“No idea, but it’s fuckin’ great.” Lyle chuckles and my breath catches in my throat. It seems to affect them too. As Lyle inhales, his own tail is swishing around behind him and his muscles flex. He’s growing restless and the recom’s are looking at their Colonel for an answer or instructions.

Quaritch’s tail does the same, his own ears pinning back and then his gaze meets mine. He intensely stares me down and I feel like my entire body stops functioning for a second.

“Oh fuck.” I whisper while barely moving my lips. I feel a little hazy again and start leaning against Z-Dog. She sighs looking more pissed than worried and catches me, trying to keep me upright.

The soldiers follow the Colonel’s eyes and notice us standing a bit further away.

“It ain’t dehydration, I can tell ya that.” Quaritch says, referring to Ja’s hypothesis of what might be happening. Seems like he read the manual too.

The stupid excitement in my stomach has grown so big it’s making me feel sick. And all their eyes on us have me more nervous.

“Can we leave?” I whisper and she nods, staring down the others as if they would move when she looks away.

“Yeah, come on.” she says, guiding me forwards. I take a wobbly step, almost stumbling.

Walking won’t do it. I have so much adrenaline coursing through my veins I want to run away.

I glance back, noticing everyone’s tense poses. Their eyes follow our every move, making them seem almost predatory. My only instinct now is to run.

Z gives me a push and my legs take off. I start running and hear Walker and Z-Dog do the same behind me. There’s a commotion happening behind them and the next time I glance behind me, everyone is chasing after us.

It was a miserable escape attempt, to be honest. We were already so out of breath compared to them, we really didn’t make it far.

Z caught up to me because she was not affected by the heat as much as me.

Within the next few seconds, I was tackled to the ground, luckily hitting the soft grass. I fall with a shriek and when I look up I see Z-Dog made it a little further but she’s down now too.

I felt bodyweight on my back and a hand wrapped around the back of my neck. I couldn’t move. Z-Dog could and the man that pushed her was getting a beating right now.

I cry out, feeling uncomfortable in this position. My chest was pressed into the ground and I was struggling to breathe.

“Don’t fight it, Buttercup.” the voice above me grumbled and I instantly knew it was Lyle who had his knee pressing down into my back.

The feeling and the effects of the scent the recom’s picked up had everyone acting on their primal instincts. Most common sense was gone as their new bodies seemed to be overpowered by the will of nature.

The scent had the soldiers feel just as worked up as the heat cycle did. Instinctively, they ran after the ‘potential mate’ they felt most attracted to because that was Eywa’s will.

I couldn’t say anything, I felt completely overwhelmed and somehow, submitting to him felt like the right thing to do. My right mind would never let this happen but I couldn’t think of anything else but finding some relief in this agonising feeling. My body longed for this.

I notice from the corner of my eye that Lyle is quite literally throwing his equipment to the side, ridding himself of any unnecessary accessories.

Suddenly, boots appear in front of my face but I don’t have the strength to look up.

“Hurry it up Corporal or else I’ll do it myself.” the voice growls and my eyes widen when I notice it’s Quaritch.

With swift movements, my bag is removed from my body and my belt is ripped off. I gasp and suddenly, Lyle pushes my shorts down, hastily pulling them down my legs and chucking them to the side.

His own skin feels like it’s burning so he starts to remove his shirt. However, the Colonel is impatient so he pushes Lyle out of the way and takes matters into his own hands.

Lyle huffs in annoyance, wanting to rid himself of his own feeling of being painfully hard.

“Let me help you out, sweetheart.” Quaritch growls, tearing my panties off. They just need access to my hole, there’s no time to take my bra off.

I whine out when he scratches my skin while tearing the fabric off but it goes unheard. It doesn’t matter. Now Quaritch can see how needy I’m feeling and there is no questioning anything anymore.

“Fuckin’ hell, you could’ve just told me, princess.” he teased, quickly undoing his belt. I push myself off the ground, getting on all fours but my chest is almost immediately pushed back down against the forest floor so that my back is arching and my ass and pussy are on full display to the Colonel.

“Please-” I whimper, needing to feel some type of relief. Quaritch’s ears perk forward and an evil grin spreads across his face before he pushes his pants down to his mid-thigh.

His throbbing cock springs out and he presses the tip against my heat. I can feel his pulse through it and he can feel mine. Before I can comprehend anything else, he harshly thrusts his hips forward, filling me up all the way.

I cry out, stretching my arms out in front of me and gripping a strand of grass.

Miles hisses, pinning his ears back before setting a rough pace. I push myself further against him so that he fully bottoms me out with every thrust, his abdomen hitting my ass. He curses under his breath.

“Fuck, just like that, baby.” he snarled, holding my hips in place. One of his hands roughly groped my ass, delivering a spank to it which made me jolt forward.

It’s a lot to take. Even though we’re both Na’vi, he seems to still be hitting my cervix with his tip whenever he thrusts in.

I spread my legs a little further to give him better access and he speeds up his pace a little. He grips my tail, tugging me back to meet his thrusts and I’m clawing at the ground to try and contain myself.

“Miles-” I moan and it makes him growl.

“Just a little- more.” he grunts, feeling his high approach.

This wasn’t about lovemaking or pleasuring the other person. We were so needy we just needed to fuck the feeling away and that’s exactly what Quaritch was doing. Relentlessly pounding into me from behind to finally relieve and save himself from the lust spell your sweet scent cast upon him.

He was so close, Miles leaned over and pulled my upper body up so he could press his chest against my back. He snaked an arm around my waist and continued to fuck himself into my pussy like a hound.

I was so close. My mouth was hanging open and my eyes were slowly rolling to the back of my head.

Miles groaned into my ear and his hips stuttered before I felt his hot cum shoot inside me. He continued to thrust into me, riding out his orgasm in a desperate attempt to keep this feeling around for as long as possible.

Feeling him fill me up with his cum had my walls clenching around him and I came moaning his name. He held me in place to make sure I got all of it inside me before letting go of me and just regaining his breath.

I was panting even harder now, struggling to keep myself upright.

Quaritch pats my back, gliding his hand down my waist and hips, steadying himself for a few more seconds before slowly pulling out. His cum was dripping out of my pulsing cunt and he sighed.

“Well, ain’t that a beautiful sight.” he sighed, fingering some of it back inside me before getting up and redressing his pants.

I wasn’t on the ground alone for long. In fact, only a few seconds before another pair of hands were on me. I saw Lyle take Quaritch’s spot with his pants already gone. He held my hips up and I loosely draped my tail over his shoulder.

“God damn, you look so hot.” Lyle groaned, tracing my hips and ass with his hand. I heard a small chuckle and suddenly someone kneeled in front of me.

It was Mansk and he was undoing his fly. His pants were strained and I watched with wide eyes.

“Can you do it?” he asked before going any further. I nod, feeling how my mouth is salivating in anticipation. He smirks before pulling his pants down his thighs too.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll go slow.” Mansk says, rubbing his thumb over my flushed cheek

Behind me, Lyle is grinding himself into me, making me press up against him. As I do, his tip enters me and we both moan in unison.

Mansk grins before entangling his hand in my hair.

I hear distant moans and grunts but I can’t focus on anything else but then two men around me.

Lyle pulls back, breaking the contact our warm skin had before he thrusts himself forward and fully pushes into me. My mouth drops open and I whimper, feeling a little sore from Quaritch.

Mansk uses this opportunity and places the tip of his length on my bottom lip. I comply, sticking my saliva-covered tongue out and licking it.

He shakily exhales, tightly pressing both his lips together as he watches me get to work.

I move forward and lick a long stripe from the base of his dick to the tip and it sends a shiver through him.

Lyle starts to slowly thrust in and out of me. His eyes are closed as he focuses on how I feel around him. He’s trying his hardest not to cum straight away but knowing it’s you he’s fucking is making that very difficult for him.

I wrap my lips around the tip of Mansk’s cock and suck on it. He shudders, letting his lips part and mouth fall open a little.

“Shit…” he curses, pinning his ears all the way back. His entire body is being restrained because he’s fighting the need to just thrust forward into your mouth.

He doesn’t however. Mansk lets you go at your own speed without pushing you further down, he just tightens his grip on your hair, balling his hand into a fist.

I move my head off of him before repeating my previous action and taking more of him into my mouth.

Lyle starts to leave his gentle pace behind and speeds up his hips movements. His hands are groping the flesh of my ass before harshly gripping my hips and rocking me back and forth.

I relax my throat and open my mouth wider, taking more of Mansk. He’s watching me with blown pupils which I can’t see because he kept his shades on.

He gulps, completely hypnotised by how you’re almost worshipping his shaft.

Mansk hits the back of my throat and I change the angle a little so that I can fit more inside. I know I won’t be able to take all of him in but I want to please him with more than just half his dick.

It seems like my gag reflex disappeared and Mansk hissed when he felt how I deepthroated him.

“Fuck, that’s good.” he groans, throwing his head back.

Lyle moans behind me and then his fingers find my clit, rubbing it. My eyes shoot open and I just arch myself further into him.

A moan is drawn from my lips, sending vibrations to Mansk’s dick. He curses as I pull back and start bobbing my head up and down his length.

“Come on, Buttercup. Cum f’ere me.” Lyle says in a husky deep voice. My ears twitch and my tail curls up into a C.

He wanted me to release before him and I felt it approaching quickly because his fingers were working wonders while he continued to plunge himself deep into me. My walls started to tighten around him and he applied more pressure on my clit.

I was cumming again and this time my legs were shaking. I was moaning but it was all muffled because of Mansk’s fat cock stuffing my mouth.

Lyle was desperately humping me, his thrusts becoming more sloppy as he chased after his own high.

I focused on Mansk while letting Lyle use me. My eyes were glossy and I swirled my tongue around him making him groan.

With each bob of my head, I would now hollow my cheeks around him to create more suction.

Mansk inhaled sharply because it felt like I was already trying to milk him of his cum and the way I refused to let his dick leave my mouth had him fall into euphoria.

His hips desperately jolted forwards a few times as he came, throwing his head back while thick ropes of cum were shot down my throat.

Coincidentally, Lyle was cumming at the same time and he pushed his hips as deep into me as possible.

I swallowed everything Mansk gave me, licking his dick clean and he held my cheek in appreciation, breathlessly trying to gather himself.

“God damn, Y/N. Never needed anythin’ as much as that.” Lyle chuckled through heavy breaths.

I opened my mouth and pulled back from Mansk a little while he leaned back on his knees and tried to regain control over his heaving chest.

“I don’t think I can walk.” I say, coughing a little.

Lyle lets go of my hips and I fall to the side, laying on the ground and covering my eyes with my hands. The reality was coming back and it only hit me now that I hooked up with my colleagues.

The Colonel was still there, standing close to us. He reached for my shorts, taking my ripped underwear and stuffing it in his pocket.

He crouched down to me, getting on one knee. I open my eyes and sit up by leaning on my elbows. My ears are drooped to the sides and my tail is motionlessly laying next to me.

“You alright?” Quaritch asks, seeming a little worried.

“Better now.” I grin and he chuckles, helping me put my shorts on. Lyle and Mansk dress themselves before Quaritch heaves me to my feet.

He wraps an arm around me to keep me stable and on my feet, while we walk.

The others had gotten up now too and everyone was dressed. I didn’t have the strength to observe anymore than that.

Z-Dog grabbed a bottle from the ground and then spotted me. A grin spread on her face while I shot her a glare.

“Damn, you can’t walk?” she joked, snorting.

“Shut up, I can see you limping.” I say and she raises her hands in the air. Quaritch chuckles before turning to Mansk and Lyle.

“Watch your surroundings and pay closer attention.” he orders, knowing not everyone is capable of defending themselves right now. They nod.

After a few minutes, we reach a grass plain and Quaritch lets us all take a break because there’s no point in walking any further today.

I sit down, leaning against Z-Dog who is teasing Walker about something. The others stand around, keeping watch for danger until the helicopter returns to pick us up.

This is definitely not how I expected any mission to turn out. Who knew these blue bodies were so intense?

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ascendanttarot · 10 months

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PAC: Reassuring Messages From The Universe

Hi everyone! I have a feeling some people may need a pick-me-up at the moment hence why I made this reading. I think this may be my longest reading so far! There will be signs listed before to ensure the message is for you. If you resonate with one or more signs, that is meant to be your reading. At the end, each pile will also have a quote and channelled song to listen to that resonates with your reading. The specific lyrics that I heard are listed below the title. :)

Please remember your fate is not set in stone so your answers may change depending on the actions you take and will take if you please. Tarot is not a substitute for professional advice. The images I’ve used are not mine.

From left to right, Pile 1, 2 & 3.

Pile 1

Signs:

You may be a Lana Del Rey fan, or at least have one of her songs be your one of your favourite songs

You may be really creative. Specifically, I see most of you here are artists because I just saw an image of someone’s hand covered in paint like a make-shift palette to find the right colour, or someone wiping away excess paint on their skin

You may be left-handed. To be honest, this kind of relates back to the art thing because I just heard someone swearing because their pencil sketches were smudged by their hand again lol

You are a ride-or-die friend. I’m not picking up any signs that the people who picked this pile could be ‘low maintenance friends’ because all I could feel was a loyal and passionate heart, particularly towards their friends

Okay this is an odd message but some of you here are DEHYDRATED, like you’re not even thirsty anymore this is beyond that. Please drink some water if you haven’t at all today

Back to music here, but do some of you spend hours making playlists? I just saw someone using a lot of their free time to curate playlists. I even saw some of you here like making playlists for specific people

Another weird message here but I just smelled crayons, so I’m interpreting this in a few different ways: you may be connected to your inner child, or you may work with children/have plans to work with children, or you would like to be a parent/are a parent

Your Cards: The Emperor, Knight of Cups rx, Page of Wands rx, Justice rx, The Star, 10 of Pentacles

Your Reading:

Okay, the first thing I heard while looking at these cards were the words, “Lost time” and I think that sums up half of your reading quite well.

The cards show that at the beginning of this particular situation, you felt like you were fully in your power. A very Mars-dominant energy to be in, or an Aries energy to be in wherein you felt like you could take on anything. It’s like this was a time when your confidence was at an all-time high about yourself, but also about something. For most of you, this ‘something’ was a project. For some of you, this could be a relationship. The point is, this was something in your life you felt was given to you like you’ve waited for this and finally you’ve got it, but that hope didn’t last.

As we moved on, I felt heavy feelings of frustration. Like you were ready to spring into action but something or someone else was telling you to wait, like they were stringing you along. At the back of your mind, you knew you were being taken advantage of, but you decided to stick with it anyway. I just heard, “It’s worth it.” So maybe this was something you wanted for so long that you felt like you had to stick to it because you couldn’t see how another opportunity could be better than this. I’m really sensing this was a career move for some of you here. Maybe some of you were promised a promotion but you didn’t get it. Maybe some of you were given false hope by a higher-up that this project idea of yours would be taken seriously, but you just had to wait for the right time.

And these people kept giving you excuses. If this were a relationship, I could sense that maybe this was someone who you thought would be ready to fully commit to a relationship, but they never ended up being mature enough to make that decision. It could even be a platonic relationship, and this person wanted you and them to be more casual friends, but you were ready to be a ride-or-die as I’ve stated in the signs above. The overwhelming feeling here is that you got the shorter end of the stick.

But, of course, this doesn’t last. The universe is trying to tell you that if you were broken down before and were able to build yourself back up again, then you can do that now. For most of you, I feel you’ve already left this situation and are worried that this was a mistake, and that you shouldn’t have left in the first place, but the cards are saying otherwise.

Your hope was burned out because of what you’ve gone through. You’ve sacrificed your hope and your sense of self, but the next chapter of your life won’t ask you to do that anymore. If anything, this new chapter will nurture all of those traits you have always felt were intrinsically part of who you are.

If this were a relationship, you’d probably take a break from dating for a while, but your friendships will be a cornucopia of love and support, with new and old friends alike. If this was a job or project, a new opportunity will not only cause success, but stable success. The universe is giving you the new direction you need. “One door closes so the other one opens.”

Thank you for letting me be your reader, Pile 1!

Your Channelled Song: Let The Light In by Lana Del Rey and Father John Misty

“Put the Beatles on, light the candles, go back to bed”

“Put the TV on and the flowers in a vase, lie your head”

“Ooh, let the light in

At your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in

Ooh, turn your light on

Look at us, you and me back at it again”

Pile 2

Signs:

You may be a blunt and direct person, and you may have even gotten in trouble for this in the past. Really, I could sense you’re just a BS detector. I also saw someone rolling their eyes and saying “C’mon, talk to me straight I’ve got things to do!” haha!

I just heard ‘homebody’, so I feel like plenty of introverts have picked this pile!

You may be the sarcastic, unintentionally funny friend. If you know you know. But to specify I saw someone in a group setting saying something like “I hate half of the people in this room/I didn’t want to go��I got dragged here by my friends, please don’t talk to me” and someone laughing because they didn’t think you were serious (You were)

You’ve got a dry/witty sense of humour when you do try to make a joke intentionally, but either no one gets it, or it may be a touch too dark for their taste (Nothing problematic though!)

I got tempted to swear so many times writing out these signs so you may swear a lot. Like sometimes, if you’re in a professional environment you may find it difficult to filter out your words because of how automatic it is for you

I also feel like you’re really articulate. The first word I actually thought to describe your humour was ‘sardonic’ and I wasn’t even sure what that word meant so I can guarantee you that did not come from my mind (Yes, I had to Google the meaning)

For astrological signs, you may have Scorpio and/or Virgo in your chart. Possibly a stellium. With how active your mind is coming through in this reading and how much communication is highlighted in this section, I would not be surprised if your dominant planet is Mercury, or if you have many aspects involving that planet in your chart

Your Cards: The Hermit rx, 2 of Cups, 5 of Swords, 2 of Swords rx, King of Wands

Your Reading: Pile 2, please don’t get mad, but when I opened up to your energy, I was expecting a different message than what I delivered right now. I was ready to get serious, to go into deep waters and dive face first. But when I saw the cards… I may or may not have audibly giggled.

Not in a bad way! Hear me out before you scroll, I promise I’m saying this with the same fondness as a best friend, but pile 2, I know you’ve been in hermit mode for a while and are very comfortable staying there, but the universe isn’t really going to let that slide. For most of you, I could see you not wanting to go out but being pushed to do so by a friend. For some of you, you’ve even been convinced by some of your close friends to go on blind dates or new places to meet people in general, and you go but you really don’t want to.

The message here is clear: You’re going to meet someone new. For most of you, this will be a romantic partnership. For my aromantic folks or my readers who are simply not at all interested in romance, this will be a platonic relationship. Whatever this is, I could specifically see one person here coming out of nowhere and earnestly offering you love or friendship with respectful persistence, you wouldn’t even know what to do with them at first. I think a lot of you here have closed yourself off, not to your pre-existing close relationships, but to new people. This person is going to test that wall you’ve built around yourself and despite how much you try to intimidate them, they are not going away. Think of someone with ‘golden retriever’ vibes, which is funny because as I was tapping into your energy I got ‘black cat’ vibes from you. (I just heard, “The Arthur to my Merlin” and “The Gwen to my Morgana” whether platonically or romantically doesn’t matter, but wow, do I have some Merlin fans/old Merlin viewers in this pile)

In all seriousness though, I don’t think you have this boundary up for no reason. I’m seeing a very specific message of someone in the past that you used to trust no longer being in your life because they’ve done you wrong. This could possibly even be a betrayal of trust? Like you told them a secret, but they shared it with one person, and it quickly spread through word-of-mouth. The severing of that relationship was as fast as the betrayal done by the other person.

This made you more guarded towards newer people in your life. But also, I could see this even had a domino effect making you wary of new experiences and environments too because you’re scared you’ll meet a new person that way. The universe is saying this past relationship has clouded your judgment and will cloud your judgment when you meet this new person. What you don’t realise is that this person could actually be good for you if you take a chance. Some of you may be worried about co-dependency. The universe is actually saying that a relationship like this will actually make you more independent, and this is because this person is emotionally mature enough to actually commit. They’ll give, you’ll take. You’ll give, they’ll take. It feels like two people who genuinely see each other as equals, and therefore respect each other as such. Their commitment and genuine belief in you will make you a more confident person in the future, but more importantly, you’ll be bolder in your choices in life. You’ll grow to have a brave heart that other people will appreciate in you, and that you’ll appreciate in yourself. “Fortune favours the bold.”

Thank you for letting me be your reader, Pile 2!

Your Channelled Song: King and Lionheart by Of Monsters and Men

“We won’t run, and we won’t run, and we won’t run”

“I’ll be here to hold your hand”

“'Cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart”

Pile 3

Signs:

Your sun sign may be an earth sign or an air sign. I also feel like some people who picked this pile may be a Leo rising or have a Leo Midheaven, but more on the Leo rising actually

I feel like some of you here may have curly hair

You may be a part of the LGBTQIA+ community

You prefer winter palettes over lighter and pastel colours for your clothes. I’m not getting a specific style but the colours here are striking. Either an all-black outfit but with the same shade of black making you appear more put together, or someone wearing jewel-toned colours like emerald green or a very striking purple

You may like wearing statement pieces. I saw this image of you in someone else’s point of view, admiring a watch you always wear or commenting on how they know you’ve just been in the room because they smelled your perfume. Picture this, someone walks into an office and just says, “Was pile 3 here—actually, you don’t need to answer that I know they were here.” And the other person who doesn’t know you getting really confused so they clarify by saying, “Oh, I know they were here because they’re the only one in this building that wears (insert fragrance here)”

Some of you here may have a ritual of listening to music in the morning while you’re getting ready to hype yourself up. All genres are coming up right now, (No, seriously. It went from Gangsta’s Paradise to successful by Ariana Grande songs to It's a Long Way to the Top (If You Wanna Rock 'N' Roll)) but what unifies these songs together is that it’s there to put you in a good mood in the morning

You may be interested in working for yourself by either starting a new business or working your way to the top. Highly ambitious energy coming from this pile, but in all the best ways possible; it makes your energy infectious. Yes. That word specifically. Just a really great energy to be around

Your Cards: 5 of Wands, 3 of Pentacles, 8 of Swords, High Priestess, The Star (clarified by 3 of Cups)

Your Reading:

Okay, I want to preface this reading by saying that this pile feels similar to pile 1. You may not have had the same circumstances, but the arc is similar, so if you are attracted to pile 1, feel free to read it as a supplementary reading after this.

There’s a very clear energy here that you may have had a falling out with people in your life. This could be a group of co-workers, friends, or even family members. There was chaos surrounding your previous situation and you felt like people were constantly at each other’s throats. If it was not as aggressive as this, it is possible that at the very least you were in an environment you did not feel safe. I think these people showed their true colours, so to speak, and it made you realise how you shouldn’t have trusted certain individuals involved. The thing is though, I can feel you being an outsider in this situation. Like from the start of all of this, you made it clear to everyone you did not want to get involved. I literally just heard, “Get over yourself.” from this pile, so maybe some of you here may even feel that people were blowing up a whole pile of nothing, and/or that they all needed to act more maturely about the situation. I also feel like one person may have taken something personally when they shouldn’t and that could’ve made you particularly frustrated because you felt this person missed the point completely.

I could see that you tried providing counsel to try to smooth things out, but no one listened. This was your last straw. You left or will leave this situation and the universe applauds you for doing so. I think a lot of people in this situation had a victim complex. This is not a judgment on them, it’s simply a message that they have a lot of unhealed wounds they need to work on. You didn’t stand by this though, and this led to you making your boundaries clear and cutting yourself off completely. For some of you, this may be a temporary situation (I heard, “Fix this or don’t bother coming back.”) but for most of you, this may be a temporary step away from these people.

The universe saw that you trusted your gut and left and are rewarding you as such. I think you have a logical mind and are not used to making decisions intuitively, but this all happened because you did what felt right, and this show of trust is going to lead to positive effects.

For the people who picked this pile, I’m getting a strong message that your intuition is a muscle, and that’s true for most people but it’s especially true for yourself. I think you’ll be asked to make more quick decisions in the next phase of your life, Some decisions have larger consequences than others, but most will be small and trivial decisions such as, “Which café should I visit today?”. Before you might’ve picked the familiar or logical option, but now you’re allowing more spontaneity in your life, and this may even surprise you a little bit. I just heard one of your friends saying, “But you always go there!” and seeing you shrug before saying, “Well, I’m in the mood to try something new.”

This will reward you with a new sense of self. The 3 of cups traditionally has a more social meaning, like friends who see each other as equals coming together to celebrate, but for you, I could see this as different sides of yourself finally living in harmony with one another. With all of that stress gone, you’ll finally have the chance to recognise how deeply complex and interesting you are, and you’ll do so with an acceptance you may have not known you needed. “To know myself is to love myself.”

Thank you for letting me be your reader, Pile 3!

Your Channelled Song: “New Person, Same Old Mistakes” by Tame Impala

“I can just hear them now

"How could you let us down?"”

“Two sides of me can't agree”

“Feel like a brand new person… I don’t care I’m in love”

#pick a card #pac #pick a pile #tarot #tarot reading #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #divination #spirituality #witchcraft #witchblr #witches of tumblr #messages from the universe

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awestruck-atrophy · 11 months

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time for a poll!

which gothic lit character are you today?

Dorian Gray - excessive indulgence, laying dramatically on furniture, mild alcohol consumption

Dr. Henry Jekyll - mad science, hiding everything about yourself from your loved ones, boring dinner party

Edward Hyde - mad science (but feral), six shots of absinthe, jumping into the ocean fully clothed

Victor Frankenstein - everything has gone horribly wrong, who could have foreseen this, your family is dead and it’s all your fault

Adam Frankenstein/The Creature - dad doesn’t love me so I’ll just go commit homicide, eloquently spoken, lonely as hell but hates people

Arséne Lupin - art obsession, felt cute might rob a museum later <3, “because i wanted to that’s why”

Dracula - feeling like death warmed over, would like a nap in a coffin please, thirsty for things you can’t have

James Moriarty - if one more thing happens I’m gonna overthrow the government, fuck gender, impeccable style

#gothic lit #dorian gray #henry jekyll #edward Hyde #victor frankenstein #the creature #adam frankenstein #arsene lupin #dracula #james moriarty

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jewwyfeesh · 9 months

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Tea Garden

Writer: 日日日 (Akira)

Character(s): Tenshouin Eichi, Sakuma Ritsu, Shino Hajime

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Disclaimer: I translated this story from the CN version of the game, which means that it has been double translated (JP > CN > EN).

Ritsu: Ah~… Don’t just stand here yapping away, hurry up and go~ Your monologues always drag on for waaaay too long.

Season: Summer Location: Yumenosaki Academy Garden Terrace

Hajime: Hey everyone~ ♪

Sorry for being late, I got held up due to my part-time job on campus…

Though, thanks to Transfer Student-senpai’s assistance, we were able to wrap it up quickly ♪

Ritsu: Hello~… Uuuu… The weather’s really toooo good, I’m getting such a wonderful headache from how good it is…

Hajime: Ah, there should be some umbrellas over there. I’ll go grab one ♪

I’ll brew some tea on the way, too~ Ritsu-senpai, is there anything in particular you’d like to have?

Ritsu: Ah~ …Since Anzu’s here, I’ll pass on the drinks. Whenever I get thirsty, I’ll just have a sip of her blood.

Hajime: Eh, you can’t drink blood.

It’s not hygenic~ How about having some black tea instead ♪

Ritsu: Mmmh~ I’d feel like going to the toilet if I drink tea. But I’m trying not to move around too much…

Ahh~ I’m too lazy to move today. It’s sunny every day.

Hajime: Ehehe. Is this not a ‘good thing’? If it’s sunny, our laundry will dry faster, so I think it’s pretty nice ♪

Eichi: Hajime-kun, Anzu-chan, how about the both of you take a seat first? I’ll prepare the tea and snacks.

Hajime: Ah, there’s no need! I can’t let the Student Council President do such odd jobs!

Eichi: Kindly refrain from addressing me with an excessively formal [1] title like ‘Student Council President’.

Please do away with the formalities; let me steep the tea. After all, is this not part of Tea Club’s activities ♪

Ritsu: Ecchan, the snacks I’ve made are in the kitchen fridge. If everyone’s okay with it, we can have them with tea~?

Eichi: Hehe, even though calling me ‘Student Council President’ is too ceremonial and could even be considerred flattery, calling me ‘Ecchan’ is also a little too… familiar[2].

Then again, Ritsu-kun had to repeat a year. He was meant to be in the same year as I, so I suppose it doesn’t really matter.

Though… trying to find the perfect balance between ‘authority’ and ‘approachability’ is extremely difficult. Anzu-chan, you agree, don’t you?

I’ll head over to the kitchen now. I’ll be back promptly, so please feel free to take a break.

Aha, ‘serving’ others is actually rather fun… ♪

I can drop the heavy title of the student council president and just be myself… times like these are really hard to come by. Tea Club’s activities are a great way for me to relax ♪

Ritsu: Ah~… Don’t just stand here yapping away, hurry up and go~ Your monologues always drag on for waaaay too long.

Eichi: Hehe, my sincere apologies. Without further ado, I shall now take my leave. Farewell ♪

Ritsu: Byebye~ …Ha~kun, Anzu, there are chairs over there that you can use~ It’s kinda stressful to see you standing around you know?

Hajime: Achoo, please excuse me. Ahh, finally… the feeling of being alive. Inhale… exhale… I feel really relaxed~ ♪

Ritsu: Ha~kun, you’re not allowed to take out that fragrant thing when you’re next to me~ The second I smell it, I immediately feel like falling asleep…?

Hajime: Ahaha. Lavender does have a sleep-inducing effect~ My bad ♪

Though… Ritsu-senpai, you’re always sleeping… I heard that if you sleep too much, your braincells will die~

Ritsu: Ahhh, no wonder I’ve been so forgetful lately. So this was the reason… Eh, it doesn’t matter, sleeping is pretty comfy. If I sleep during the day, I’ll be awake at night, and vice versa.

Hajime: Is that so~ You’re such a night owl.

Flipping your sleep schedule is really unhealthy… I think it’s still best if you don’t consume so much coffee…

Eichi: If I may interrupt — upon evaluation of your lifestyle and habits, Ritsu-kun, I’ve prepared some kudzu root soup[3] for you, as it seems to me that your body isn’t in the best of conditions these days.

Ritsu: But I’ve always been like this though.. Ahhh… this flavour is… really… too special, I don’t like it~

Fizzy fruit juice would’ve been fine.

I’m gonna eat some of the snacks I made to clease my palate. Om nom nom ♪

Eichi: The designs of Ritsu-kun’s desserts are rather avant-garde…

To be honest, one would find that they are actually really delicious after eating them, but I would have to muster a lot of courage to even take the first bite. I don’t think this is particularly cordial?

For Hajime-kun, I’ve brewed some vanilla tea – that’s alright with you, yes? Anzu-chan and I will be having Oriental Beauty Tea, I hope it’s to your tastes… ♪

Hajime: Ahh… it’s some high-end tea leaves again… One cup like this is practically equivalent to my entire income from working part-time in school~

Eichi: Fufu. Only food of the highest quality should be consumed.

The food of today maketh the body of tomorrow. This is but an investment for the future.

I have to pay extra attention to my diet due to my sickly body… so I am rather envious of people like you who can eat just about anything you fancy.

Ritsu: Ah~ …If you wanna live forever, I can turn you into a vampire~?

Eichi: Even though I am interested in the vampiric lifestyle, I still wish to continue being an idol. Come on, everyone, please make yourself at home and have a drink.

Today, there are more people than usual – the atmosphere is a lot livelier and fun, so I’m really happy.

You too, Anzu-chan. You’re welcome to join us Tea Club anytime ♪

Ritsu: Yeppu, I agree with Ecchan on this. Even though I tend to hate noisy environments, but when tea is drunk with everyone around, one would feel even happier.

Let’s host a Mad Tea Party in your dreams too… ♪

Translator's notes: [1] The original CN term used is "见外", which means to "treat someone as an outsider", or "to treat someone with formal courtesy as accorded to a host or guest".

[2] The original CN term used is "熟络", which means "familiar / close". Generally speaking Asian countries places a lot of importance on treating your seniors with respect, and using an informal nickname to your superior isn't the most respectful thing LOL; however, you can call people of the same age as you or younger than you by informal means. Ritsu is in year 2 and Eichi in year 3, which means that on paper Eichi is his senior and should be addressed as such (ie. -senpai). So that's why Ecchan made that remark -- which implies something like "don't address me like that, we're not that close / we're not in the same year". But afterwards he lets it pass because Ritsu did get held back LMFAO so in theory Ritsu would've also been in year 3. Read Black Tea - A Spoonful of Sweet Poison 5 to find out more about the origin's of "Ecchan"~

[3] Kudzu root soup... Kudzu "is an herb used in Chinese medicine to treat alcoholism, heart disease, menopausal symptoms, diabetes, fever, the common cold, and neck or eye pain. It is sometimes used in combination with other herbs, [and suggested to have] anti-inflammatory and neuroprotective properties." (Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Centre - Information about Kudzu).

#enstars translation #! era sub/idol story #sakuma ritsu #tenshouin eichi #shino hajime

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lenreli · 1 year

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Day 7 - Gloves

[AO3]

Hob is ― there is always a level of what Matthew calls ‘thirst’ for Hob when he teaches, but the amount today seems a bit excessive as he materialises in the room, near the doors, and watching as Hob, with his normal neutral outfit, simple green jacket and jeans, blue shirt and―

Gloves, black and leather, a stark difference as Hob gestures, and the tone of Hob’s lecture washes over him as he watches the gloved hands. “Now, since you’ve been good,” Dream swallows, twitching at the words and yes, being good for Hob would be―“don’t tell the board about this,” Hob says, taking something off his desk, unsheathing a rapier from a black scabbard and Dream is stuck to the spot, holding his non-existent breath as Hob puts the scabbard down and twirling the sword.

Whatever else Hob says is lost as Hob does some tricks, switching hands and doing simple swings with a flourish, an extension of himself and Dream can vaguely hear Hob talking about the history of swordsmanship, or the sword itself. Burning up inside, he suddenly gets why thirsty is what is used today.

“I do have a second one here, to show you some techniques that I think my lovely friend would perhaps help me with?” These words get the haze in his brain, and a part of him walks down to the front, more of his focus redirecting to keeping his eyes human-like, to not show the naked want on his face, and the walk down makes him aware of how much he’s leaking in pants, and so he hides that too. “My friend, how nice to see you!” Hob says with a grin, picking up the second sword from its sheath and throwing it to him.

His mind works independent of his body, making sure he’s human-like and not showing anything as he follows Hob’s lead, attacking and defending while his mind only focuses on Hob’s hands, the way he uses extra flourishes that Dream thinks Hob wouldn’t of used at the time, the bright grin on his face as he answers student’s questions.

“Thank you, my friend,” Hob grins, and Dream bites his tongue enough to draw coppery blood, swallowing a moan as Hob takes his sword, leather glove briefly touching his hand. The gloves are ― his, from 1889, he felt in the touch, the way the dreamstuff had moulded itself to Hob’s hands, happy to and Dream yearns, forcing himself to blink as Hob twirls both swords in the air and crosses them before putting them back into their scabbards.

Dream is frozen as the students get up, coming up to Hob to chat briefly before leaving.

“Dream?” Hob asks, all packed up and ready to go. “Is everything okay? Sorry for calling on you like that, but I wouldn’t trust any of my students with,” Hob stops, stepping closer, and the heat from Hob, the thin layer of sweat he can smell pulls him back to his body, blinking at Hob.

“I am fine,” he rasps, words gravel and magma. Hob frowns and holds his hand ― a casual touch he’s used to from his friend, but the leather pulls a sound out of him, mind buzzing as he lists forward to kiss Hob, holding onto his jacket lapels. There’s a confused noise from Hob, and then a hand is on his jaw and he shivers, Hob deepening the kiss. “Hob,” he whines, only one of the few words, crying out as Hob’s other hand goes under his shirt, trailing up his skin until it touches a nipple and he gasps.

“Fuck,” Hob growls, bringing him in for a filthy, biting kiss, “my flat―can you,” Hob asks, and within the next second they’re in Hob’s flat, all of him eager to follow the other’s lead. Hob swears some more, throwing off his school things as they make their way to the bedroom, still connected and Dream shivers as a hand tugs his hair, moan slipping out as Hob takes off his coat. “Dream, fuck,” Hob moans.

Somehow, Dream finds himself on top of Hob, sitting on his warm lap on the bed, biting at Hob’s throat as he manages to take off Hob’s clothes, sans gloves, “Hob,” he groans, chants, the other man shivering as gloved hands go up and down his body, the clothes vanishing under his touch.

“Dream,” Hob gasps, and there’s a feeling of concern, with him so naked like this, and a black sheet shimmers into existence on top of him, “what do you, fuck, please,” Hob’s hands go to his hips, and he whines at the feeling of cold leather around his cock, a supernova behind his eyes at the touch.

“Inside,” he says ― or forces into Hob’s brain, and Hob whines, one hand going to his throat, trailing up over his chin and going into his mouth, which he sucks greedily. “Now,” he says―not-says and Hob swears, watching him with dark eyes and wonder.

“I―shit, yes,” Hob babbles, sweetheart and my Dream which he hoards, keening as Hob’s dick breaches inside, pleasure flaring as Hob forces him down, but it’s only when a gloved finger is put in aside Hob’s cock that he comes.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smapril #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #dream x hob #writing #not sfw #i did go a bit overboard with this #but i did also ask for this prompt so

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teabutmakeitazure · 1 year

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The Past and The Future

>Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

>Word count: 2.6k

Who knew that those eyes and that sweet voice could be found again?

Warmth should not be this intoxicating. It is a mere by-product of the blood that flows through a living being’s body - a human’s body - yet the mere presence of such a seemingly trivial trait is utterly spellbinding to the kabukimono. It relaxes his body and lulls him into a sense of safety and security, a feeling that he doesn’t quite feel familiar with but does not refuse.

As the young eccentric lays on warm grass with his head in the lap of a woman, he is unable to repudiate the urge to simply melt into her. His entire body remains lax, warm sunlight falling onto his delicate features. The hair that falls onto his closed eyes is brushed aside by her warm hand which then slips to affectionately cup his cheek.

The action causes him to stir, one eye opening to see a youthful face smiling down at him. “Please, have some rest,” she requests. “You are welcome to sleep like this. You must be tired. This is the least I can do for a young boy far from home.”

Ah, home. The kabukimono wishes that he could make this comfortable warmth his home. Such an inviting nature and soothing voice. When the woman puts her hand over his eyes, the kabukimono yields to the gentleness of her touch and rests for the entire afternoon.

Her hand on top of his head. That is a new kind of touch that the kabukimono seeks. He had been fortunate to receive it the other day when he helped the woman with carrying a bucket of water to her home and has made it his new mission to experience it again.

Today, he brings a basket full of fruits that he had picked on his way back from a walk with his fellow blacksmiths. The fruits are ripe and taste tested, so all the young man has to do now is deliver them to her and patiently wait for her to place her hand on top of his head.

Once at her residence, the kabukimono presents her the basket and carefully watches how her curious expression turns into a surprised one. His eyes widen from awe as he sees how she places the basket beside her feet and reaches to grab his face. Two warm hands lovingly cradle his face in their palms, thumbs rubbing the skin under his eyes.

He is absolutely enchanted by how praises fall from her lips, compliments filling the sentences. When her hand moves to the top of his head, he finds his cheeks to be overwhelmingly cold. His previous agenda is now unimportant despite having been fulfilled, for he leans into the touch of her other hand that still affectionately holds his face.

Warm. The woman is so very warm.

It’s become a well-known joke among the residents that the kabukimono chases after the woman’s praise. Any sort of compliment or applause is lapped up like a thirsty man in a desert, but all that the kabukimono seeks is her warmth. Warmth that may be physical, verbal or emotional, he does not care.

When his newest creation is unveiled, a decorative dagger, the kabukimono rushes to give it to the woman. Admiration and appreciation spill from her lips, causing a soft blush on the eccentric’s cheeks. He is later sent home with a kiss on the forehead and his hair ruffled into the appearance of a birdnest.

Oddly enough, he does not mind when weeks later he hears of the woman’s engagement. The kabukimono is certain that she will never abandon him and that her affection and warmth flows in excess for him. The sort of fondness he harbours for the woman is almost tangible, just a few inches away from his fingertips that itch to graze it.

So when her wedding bells chime, all he does is admire the sight of her in traditional wedding attire. During the hours that her husband was away for fishing, he would frequently seek out her company, bringing fruits and trinkets, anything he could get his hands on.

For each and every time he shows up at her doorstep, he is rewarded with a pat on the head and sometimes a flick to the forehead if he comes bearing gifts. The woman invites the kabukimono for tea, and shoos him off when it starts to get dark but always with a home-cooked meal of course.

The neighbours chatter away about his persistent appearances, calling it a sort of motherly love for the young eccentric. Perhaps it is motherly love, a feeling so domestic that the kabukimono keeps returning without fail.

Eyes widened in awe, his hand rests on the woman’s swollen stomach. Her husband standing next to her flashes the kabukimono a soft smile, and he finds himself returning the expression. Her stomach has finally started to show, the heart beating inside evident in how the eccentric starts thinking of her as two people instead of one.

Will it be a boy? A girl? Will the byproduct of her and this man’s love result in a healthy birth? He sure does hope so. Maybe the child will have her beautiful, loving eyes. The child might inherit her soft voice, the overwhelming warmth in her tone signifying the fact that the two are mother and child.

The woman gives another pat to the kabukimono’s head, and he starts silently hoping to be able to see her happy with her child.

Niwa has fled and the kabukimono has failed in getting the Shogun’s aid for the predicament that Tatarasuna is in. As the kabukimono passes by her domestic household, he briefly stops for a visit before he confronts the Fontaine engineer Escher. Eyes softening at the sight of the little human bundled in the woman’s arms, he reaches and caresses the young one’s cheek.

“I haven’t decided on a name yet,” she admits. “Do you have any ideas?”

All that swirls inside the wandering eccentric’s mind is his dear friend Niwa’s betrayal and the inevitability of what he must do. All he does is shake his head.

“If I do happen to think of one, I’ll tell you.”

She smiles at his words, sending him off with a gentle kiss to his forehead.

After all that he had witnessed, Tatarasuna is long behind him now. The wandering eccentric watches with a soft smile how the young boy dances around in the field of flowers. When he skips up to him, he asks the eccentric if he likes the flower he picked.

Mirroring the actions of a woman he wishes to see again, he pats the young boy’s hair while he compliments the flower he put in his hair.

Fire.

That’s all that’s around him at this very moment.

Another betrayal lays in front of him, a doll in his lifeless hand, but the eccentric’s eyes remain planted on the lavender melons being engulfed by the flames before him. Laying his eyes on him is too painful, so he remains with the company of his tears and smoke and waits. Waits.

How long will it take for the fire to engulf him? How long till the smell of burning flesh accompanies the smell of heavy smoke?

An image of a fond memory flashes in front of his eyes, and the eccentric’s eyes widen as more tears spill out. The woman and her daughter are already dead as well, aren’t they? How many more humans will betray him if he keeps going on?

Just how many more?

He wishes he had never been born. Maybe if he had never existed to begin with, he would not have to go through this.

Before the fires feast on the entire house, the eccentric walks out, unscathed. He pulls his hat closer to his head and looks at the path ahead with disdain and challenge, determined to cleanse any remaining human emotion from his being.

From today onwards, the wandering eccentric will be known as Kunikuzushi.

Being immortal is sometimes a cruel joke. Inazuman soils have not changed for centuries. The air feels the same as well as the general serene atmosphere.

The Balladeer sighs. The stench of the delusion factory ingrained into his mind as he wanders through the Inazuman countryside. His mind races and thoughts come flooding back of how that damned fox had the gall to approach him like that.

At least he got the Gnosis. That is all that matters.

Scaramouche’s eyes rake over the grass swaying in the wind. His ears pick up the sound of children laughing, and that is when he realises that a village is up ahead.

Well, his feet brought him here so he might as well pass through before he leaves Inazuma as a whole.

He advances. The breeze blows against him, hand reaching up to steady his hat. Among the gentle song of the wind is the sound of something approaching rapidly, and Scaramouche pauses. Who in the world has the audacity to attack him in broad daylight?

The flying object buzzes by and he moves his head backwards an inch just in time to dodge. His eyes follow the object’s trajectory, hair gently swaying with the wind as his hand remains planted on the edge of his hat.

A ball.

Those damn brats!

Four children, all out of breath, slowly approach the harbinger, but his eyes are trained on the one nearest to him. She has a guarded look on her face, presumably the eldest, and if these kids weren’t so damn young, he would’ve actually taught them a lesson.

“Um sorry mister. I swear we didn’t do it on purpose!”

Scaramouche raises a brow. That’s the go-to excuse for kicking a ball at someone’s face.

“May we please have it back?”

He sighs, already feeling his patience thin away. Gesturing the ball that lies on the ground on his other side, he frowns. “I ain’t stopping ya. Go ahead.”

Before either of them could take a step forward, a loud voice cuts through the air. Its scolding tone makes the Balladeer hiss, the sound of someone running towards them at full speed pausing everyone in their tracks.

“You kids!” The voice shouts, “I told you not to play so far from the village!”

His eyes snap to one of the children as tears start welling up in his eyes. Before a cringing expression could even appear on his face, the source of the screaming had arrived, panting and desperately catching breath before she starts again.

“You absolute buffoons!”

Who calls children buffoons?

“I told you four to not go too far! If this kind man happened to be a bad guy, what would’ve you four done? Huh?!”

The child who was previously tearing up is now sobbing while the one other clearly looks like she’s ready to cry as well. Damnit. This was supposed to be a peaceful walk.

He watches her comfort the crying child, back turned to him as she hoists the boy up into her arms. The girl who had asked for their ball goes to embrace the other girl who’s tearing up, and Scaramouche can’t wait to be able to be back on his merry way.

“All of you,” the girl with the boy in her arms says, “I hope you know what to say.”

In tandem, the four children apologise and in all honesty, Scaramouche had inwardly cringed so hard he got shivers.

“Yeah yeah. Just be careful whose face you’re kicking a ball at,” he says.

Once again, he is barred from advancing when the girl turns to face him. The adult girl looks at him with beautiful, loving eyes. When she speaks again, the overwhelming warmth in her soft voice render’s his muscles unable to move for a few moments.

“I’m incredibly sorry sir,” she says, voice gentle. “Thank you for understanding. I’ll make sure to keep a close eye on these kids now.”

The question on the tip of Scaramouche’s tongue leaves his mouth before he could stop himself. “Are you from Tatarasuna?”

A curious expression overtakes the apologetic one, and she puts the boy down, patting each of them on the back before sending them off without their ball. When the children have ran outside earshot, she turns to the harbinger.

“Sorry. I don’t like to talk about places like Tatarasuna in front of them. Their questions are persistent and-”

“Are you from Tatarasuna?”

His interruption makes her freeze. A glare from the Balladeer and she clears her throat, voicing her reply. “I’m not sure but my grandmother says that my lineage comes from there. Why do you ask, sir?”

Sir… ah. All that she called him was kabukimono. Sir feels more enticing… more appetising.

“Nothing,” he murmurs. “I simply thought I recognised someone.”

“Um wasn’t Tatarasuna habitable long, long ago?” An amused smile curls on her lips and the high and mighty harbinger considers that he should perhaps cup her cheek, feel how soft her lips are under his thumb and make her call him kabukimono again in that warm, melodic voice.

“I never said it wasn’t.”

“Oh… well…”

Ah. Such an innocent expression. How misleading.

“I’ll be on my way now,” he announces. “Be sure to take the ball with you. Oh, and be careful. There’s lots of Fatui activity nearby. Keep the kids safe.”

He shouldn’t.

He really shouldn’t walk away.

But when his feet start carrying him back to where he came from, he pushes down the regret growing with each step and doesn’t even look back to her perplexed expression. All he knows is that immortality has shown him just how persistent, adamant and stubborn the loathsome existence of human emotion is.

The Wanderer is back in Inazuma. He is unable to fathom why his idiotic brain had decided to come back to this place full of regrets right after he regained memories of his ‘other’ self. But he’s here. And he can hear children laughing.

As he steps on familiar soil, advancing towards the settlement in his sights, he focuses his ears on the laughing children. The carefree giggles are accompanied by the dull thud of a ball being kicked around, and the wanderer almost sighs at the familiarity of the situation.

However, this time there’s no ball being thrown at his face.

It’s her voice.

Like a serene melody, her laughter echoes in his mind. It’s when he closes his eyes that he realises that he’s stopped walking, standing alone on the path as the grass gently wafts in tandem with the wind’s song.

A few moments pass and the ring of laughter comes closer. Closer and closer, a buzzing, a disturbance, travels through the air and just like before, the ball whizzes past his face, hardly an inch away from the tip of his nose.

The giggles comically come to a halt and he almost chuckles at that.

Opening his eyes, he’s met with four familiar youngsters, the youngest boy tearing up at the wanderer’s drained demeanour.

A familiar pair of beautiful, loving eyes meets his own. The overwhelming warmth in her soft voice catches him off guard when she speaks.

“I’m so very sorry, sir. Please forgive us.” She bows, hair spilling down her shoulders. “It won’t happen again-”

“What’s your name?”

She raises her head, all four of the children watching the exchange while the youngest remains in the embrace of the eldest.

“My name?” The girl straightens up, clearing her throat. “Well…”

“Relax,” he waves a hand. “I’m just a wanderer. If you’re really sorry then you can make it up to me by telling me your name and treating me to some tea.”

The children blink up at him in confusion, but the girl has a familiar gentle smile on her face.

“It’s [Name]. Oh! And you’ll have to come to the village if you want to have tea.”

“Lead the way, [Name].”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #balladeer x reader #wanderer x reader #why does he have four names

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ronearoundblindly · 2 years

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Hi could i ask this

Vampire reader x steve

Nsfw

Them making out suddenly reader gets thirsty and nips at steves neck . He thought it would be painful but all he felt was pleasure from her

I'm not gonna lie: I'm jaded enough to read this and think "what's not-safe-for-work about this?" Guess I'll just leave an open-ended warning that there's kissing, one f-bomb, and a bit of blood, but...isn't that what we're all here for? yes, I'm laughing out loud right now. what about it

"Steve," you gasp against his lips, "I'm serious."

He presses at your hip to keep you in his lap. "One more minute."

He's been on mission so long. You can't say no now that his deep timbre is back beside you where it belongs, close and vibrating in your ear, rattling down to your spine to...

Your stomach rumbles louder than Steve's voice.

"I need to feed."

The whine is pathetic, but it's true. You spent the whole day worrying about why Steve's return was delayed, his quinjet arriving home thirteen hours later than Natasha and Clint's. No communication, no explanation other than an electrical storm. You're so hungry, but you were more distracted by Steve's absence.

"But I'm here," Steve mutters, sucking in your bottom lip before claiming the breadth and depth of your mouth all at once.

His tongue slicks across your teeth, snagging on a fang, and the coppery spice of it sends a familiar pulse of need, creating a ripple in the pond of hunger lingering beneath your skin.

Steve has never played this dangerous game before. He doesn't realize that taste trumps all else when you're desperate. The feel of him squirming between your legs won't stop it. The whispers of dirty little praises can't deter it. The smell that comes off him while he moans and grinds in a plea for friction makes it worse.

He grabs at your ass just as he breaks for air, tossing his head back to move the hair clingy over his sweaty forehead, and there it is.

You only realize you've latched onto his neck when you hear Steve cry out. The single, fortifying gulp of his blood that you manage to down is just a tease.

"Oh god, Stevie, I'm sorry." Your hand flies up to press at his throat. "Please, baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."

But it's torture. Forcing yourself to stop drinking is like voluntarily stopping sex at the moment of climax. You've never been able to explain the feel of your hunger to Steve, and truth be told, you never really wanted him to know.

Vampires enjoy feeding like humans enjoy sex. It's a carnal pleasure that lives deep within and cannot be tamed.

Steve can't know that.

You have to force yourself not to lick at the slow trickle of excess escaping from between your fingers.

Low and rolling like a peal of distant thunder, Steve only manages one word.

"Fuuuuuuuck."

His grip tightens, wrenching your body close, almost painfully marked by the intense press of his palms. His head slowly tilts forward.

Steve's eyes are completely black, pupils so wide you'd never know the blue hidden away somewhere.

"Do it again," he demands, and even though you're the one technically feasting on him, Steve is fully in control.

He loosens a hand to pry yours away from the rapidly healing wound on his neck and preens, stretching that thick column of muscle to pulse tantalizingly inches from your salivating mouth.

Not fair. It's not fair at all...but you're just soooo hungry. Now you're ruined. Now you know. Steve Rogers is delicious in every sense. He enjoys feeding your every sense, too. He lives for it.

That night, you created a monster in the most unexpected way.

This concludes the Fantasy Friday asks for this week, but I will still respond to the remainder as best I can and queue them up for next time! Thank you for reading, gang, and I hope you enjoyed the fun romps today.

#Fantasy Friday asks #ro answers #steve rogers #fanfic #steve rogers fic #steve x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve x you #fluff and romance #vampire!reader #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers x reader

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perditious · 2 months

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@biomechanicaltomato

so as we know i do not think in like--words, so trying to write my mental image of someone down always takes a second at least of stalled out processing time. half-breath of recalibration, pulling the whole picture-impression to mind as best i can for rotating, as the kids say.

which is easy enough. but then the teasing out of bits and odds to serve as some sort of piecemeal summary--then the hard part. it's always going to be more implication and association than anything, you know? the better i know someone the worse (the better; the more delicious) it is. the more stuff makes them up in my head the less able i am to set it all down and baby, you're a multimedia collage.

my brain doesn't work in sound much but so much of our friendship has revolved around voice chat that i guess it isn't surprising that that's the easiest thread to tease out and follow. so, so mellow-sweet when Leia was worried about getting in trouble for throwing up. so high and delighted, arching up and filling out into bombast when something is exasperating you so much that you're opting for amused critique because the other option is screaming about the sheer stupidity.

the two different flavors of affection when you're calling dylan and emma honey. clear inoffensive chiding amusement when a dog is benignly misbehaving. and yeah i know some of it's regional but i visited you in that region and no one else had your. i don't know the right terms. tonal musicality and quickness with phrases. not the ability to articulate a thought completely but the ability to do it in a way that makes listening to you feel--i don't know. conversation with you is rewarding, and it's half because you're smarter than i am in many areas but also it's a little like reading poetry i can understand the bones of even if i don't get the meaning yet. i know there's rightness there even if it isn't mine and i know you'll let me worry at it until i understand the shape of it.

i know a lot of sensitive people and i know a lot of artistic people and i know a lot of science-minded people. i don't know a lot of people who can marry those things together and maypole-weave them around a core of moral intensity and fierce stubbornness the way you do. i know a lot of people who let themselves be hamstrung by one or the other in excess--but you are so measured, so careful and thoughtful. someone called something that i thought was just listening to my instincts proof of my objectivity today. you feel like that to me. you ensure your humors are balanced, if you will. the thinking and feeling of life all bullied into line by your refusal to let either have undue sway over the other.

you're just the most delicious listening-hearted analytically-minded clever-tongued filthy-mouthed flavor of person and if we were on a road trip with no radio i could listen to you talk about things i understand and things i don't as the fancy took you for hours without drifting or being bored. i'm very grateful that we met over the best mmorpg ever. you're a glass of shockingly cold water when i didn't realize i was thirsty. you're a delight. you improve me by permitting this proximity, baby.

i legit started this to bat my eyelashes about your collarbones and soft skin and be ridiculous and flirty and stuff but hey, here we are. love you, sweetspark!

#with apologies to mr. mechanical tomato

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joylinda-hawks · 22 days

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Since today is Thirsty Tuesday, I thought of choosing a very thirsty photo of ZZH. Harper's Bazaar 2020 The most beautiful photo session of ZZH and GJ and the best issue of Harper's Bazaar magazine. Both men appeared in several styles during this photo session. Of course, this photo session had a strong reference to the WOH series, it perfectly fit the atmosphere of this series. This session was dominated by subdued colors in shades of brown, beige, black, gray and dark green. Looking at some of the photos from the side, they seem dirty, but that's just an impression. Perhaps this is a deliberate attempt by the photographer and stylist to create such a dark, mysterious atmosphere. As if both men were hiding some secret. Or maybe it's my imagination. For a change, today I chose a photo in which ZZH is sitting on the edge of the table and on the other side GJ in a similar pose. They both hold a fan in their hands - a prop that reminds us of WKX. I believe they are both still wearing their Adidas sweatshirts, but for a change, the sweatshirts come with shorter pants, revealing both men's legs. However, I will focus here on the left side of the photo and the person ZZH. Under a black sweatshirt with unbuttoned sleeves, ZZH wears a second sweatshirt in an intensely dark green color. We rarely see ZZH wearing this color clothes, but this color of green suits ZZH's beauty well. This set of clothes and the way ZZH sits shows off his legs, especially since the shorter pants do not cover his shapely legs. No matter how you look at it, ZZH has a well-proportioned body structure, his legs are not too skinny, he has strong thighs and nicely shaped calves. This is the result of basketball exercises and training. When you look at his legs, you see clearly defined muscles. But enough about the legs, let's focus on ZZH's face, which shines brightly in this photo; minimalist make-up, slightly drawn lips with lipstick and long hair falling in strands on his face add to his incredible charm. Although his face is turned towards the photographer, ZZH's gaze is towards where GJ is sitting. It seems that ZZH has no intention of taking his eyes off his colleague. He does it in a very subtle way. The big advantage of these photos is that no excessive filter was used and they are kept in warm tones, which nicely shows the golden color of ZZH's skin. The whole thing looks intriguing, and these legs and the fan, which is supposed to be a barrier against other people, give an amazing effect. This photo (with GJ, of course) is also one of my favorites.

#zhang zhehan

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whxre-bxby · 10 months

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mommy i really need your writes, I'm so impatient, I worship your talent, I need them so much, your stories really turn me on, I become such a stupid whore 😭😭

Oh my god, PLZ- ig I'm feeding this addiction I LOVE YOU

Recom Lopez x Recom Y/N x Recom Brown

"Cursed By Blue" 3.0

Masterlist

Cursed By Blue 1 Cursed By Blue 2

Summary: The recom team is out on another mission, exploring the woods in search of Sully. However, the ladies become inconvenienced by a certain seasonal feeling they didn’t expect. It hits Y/N the hardest and it’s not long before the others understand what’s happening. While everyone fights their instincts, the only option Y/N sees available is to run.

Warnings: SMUT, heat fucking, heat cycles, penetration, unprotected sex, breeding kink, anal sex, double penetration, cursing

Word Count: 7461

A/N: Sorry, I gave up on the first-person view in the end.