#cus they wouldn’t let her learn it

[maybankswhore]

Hi, could you possibly write a fic about rafe/jj looking after the reader when they’re on their period? I’m on my period rn and I’m cramping so bad 😭😭

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

pairing(s): jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: you get your period and jj makes it his mission to make it as easy as possible.

You’re biggest pet peeve was being on your period. For some reason , you’d always get the worst of it. Especially the first two days.

You bled the heaviest , cramped the hardest. The whole day was just absolutely exhausting and no matter how much pain medication you took , you’d almost always end up free bleeding on the toilet for hours at a time hoping to pass the time.

Starting your period the morning you and the rest of the Pogue’s were supposed to go out surfing made your mood even worse. You had gotten a new swim suit for the day and everthing and now you had to cancel. You had texted Kiara telling her to let John B and Pope know you weren’t coming , her obviously understanding the situation. You also knew JJ would be disappointed because he wanted to start helping you learn how to surf— beings that all you did on surfing days was tan because you didn’t know how.

Finding a comfortable position in your bed , you pulled out your phone and pressed JJ’s contact. It didn’t take more than two or three rings for him to answer. “Hi , baby! Sorry I’m running late. Pope was being a shit head and wouldn’t leave work.”

You smiled lightly at Pope’s disagreement in the background.

“No , J that’s okay. I’m not feeling too good today so I’m gonna stay home.”

“Not feeling good? Are you okay? You sick? Want me to come over and bring you to the doctor?” You could hear the concern in his voice , picturing him furrowing his eyebrows at you. It made you grin a bit , hearing him so worried about you.

“I’m not sick. I started my period and you know how that goes. I’m grouchy and sad.”

“Okay so I don’t need to bring you to the doctor but I’m still coming over.”

You rolled your eyes. “JJ! You’ve been so excited to get the Pogue’s together for this. Don’t skip out just ’cus of me. I’ll be fine , I deal with it every month.”

“Sure but we can get together some other day. I’ll see you soon , baby!” He said , hanging up the phone before you even had time to open your mouth and argue.

You sighed and put your phone down , snuggling up into your comforter.

You didn’t realize you had fallen asleep until you were woken up by JJ knocking on your bedroom door , lightly saying your name. Stirring , you groaned when the pain almost immediately hit you— feeling swollen and achey.

“Sorry to wake you.” JJ frowned at himself , placing the plastic bag down on your nightstand and immediately attaching himself to your side. He knelt on the side of the bed you were on , brushing hair away from your face. He sighed at your pale complexion and tired eyes , obviously seeing the affects it was having on you. It came every month and JJ knew it was normal , it still didn’t stop him from feeling bad and worrying about you each time. “Wanna take a bath? I’ll make it extra hot.”

You grabbed his hand that was now cupping your cheek and kissed the palm tiredly , nodding. “Thanks , J.”

He was always so catering to you , on the whim , on his knees at your beck an call. It didn’t matter how much you would stomp your feet and demand him to go about worry about something else— JJ was always all about you , all of the time. And the week of your period he was extra caring and compassionate towards you. Whether he’d simply watch a sad movie with you so you could cry and let all of your emotions out , or watch a show that’d get you all riled up and heated ( secretly giggling at your angry face ) , he did it all and you appreciated it with your whole heart.

JJ pressed a soft kiss to your head as he went to run the water for you as you managed to stand yourself up and find some fresh comfortable clothes to change into , hoping to ease some of that ickness you felt.

As you went into the bathroom , JJ was sitting on the toilet seat waiting for you. His hand checking the water every couple seconds to make sure it was just right. His eyes softened as he looked at you. “I got some pads from the store. Figured you can wear them at home. I heard tampons could give you like. . . electric shock or something if you use ’em too long so I don’t want you risking it.” He proposed , motioning towards the box on the counter.

You giggled as you undressed , feeling comfortable to take your time and not rush , knowing that right now— JJ found you beautiful and all , even if you felt like you were the most bloated and disgusting creature. The look in his eyes said it all.

Sighing contently as you sinked into the bath , your eyes fluttered closed allowing the warmth to soothe your achey muscles. “You know it isn’t electric shock and that only happens if you wear it too long.” You hummed , peeking at JJ through slotted eyes.

“What happens if you fall asleep with it? Or you forget about it?” JJ listed off. “I think you should just wear those when we go to John B’s or something.”

You rolled your eyes at his over protectiveness , but you secretly loved it. Your left hand reached out to his that rested on his leg and held it tightly , rubbing a thumb over his knuckles. “Thanks for coming over. I know you were really looking forward to going surfing with everyone.”

JJ smiled at you sweetly , lifting your hand up to kiss your palm. “You’re more important.”

Lulling your head to the side , you just stared at him as he patiently waited for you. You couldn’t believe how lucky you got to have someone like JJ. He was always so caring and compassionate , giving you anything you ever needed. He supported you , encouraged you to do the things you loved and to take chances you normally wouldn’t. He’d sit on a ceramic toilet for days on end if it meant he got to spend time with you. “I really , really love you.”

“I really , really love you , my sweet girl. Once you’re finished we can go back and lay down. I have all of your favorite things and Kiara had some medicine she gave me to give to you.”

“We’re watching Taylor’s documentary on Netflix!” You clapped , rushing to bathe yourself now , excited to munch on all your favorite snacks.

JJ groaned. “That’s the third time this week.”

“Okay? Third time’s a charm!”

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[imdeadinsidesiriuslydead]

~Cracked Mask~ pt.2

Jason Todd x fem!reader

pt. 2 to the this

Minors! Don’t! Read! This! You have been warned!

warnings: cursing (I mean it’s Jason Todd so), feelings, miscommunication, frustration. Also smut?!? Maybe?!? Read and find out 😏😘

a/n: I really didn’t expect people to like the part 1 cause I kinda rushed through the ending. But I don’t see any angsty Jason fics that show his more awkward side and thought I would just have to write it myself. So enjoy.

—-

When you got back to the manor and took a shower you cried.

You didn’t cry cause Jason regret it. I mean you regretted it too. You cried cause you embarrassed yourself in front of your teammate.

You cried cause you had to look Batman, Thee Batman, in the eye and say you failed. You’ve never felt more embarrassed.

You got out of the shower and we’re heading back to your room when Barbara came wheeling over to you.

You put on a fake smile and greeted her as normal.

“what’s up?” You ask.

“what’s up with me? What’s up with you? Ever since getting back from that mission you’ve seemed off.” She said in a kind voice.

“I’m just-“ you swallowed “embarrassed that I failed my first mission with Batman there.” You said quietly.

This wasn’t just patrol, this was a real life big mission and you fail cause you were hit with sex pollen, which you are still trying to wrap your head around on why Poison ivy used that on you.

Barbara gave you a sympathetic look. “Don’t beat yourself up about it. Poison Ivy is tough. I didn’t take her down my first few tries.” She smiled.

“Really?” You asked. You had grown up with a poster of batgirl on your wall. You idolized her. She was your hero. It’s hard to think she ever failed when all the girl power posters made her seem untouchable.

“Oh yea.” She laughed. “One time Riddler knocked me out my first time fighting him.” She laughed remembering the good ole days. “Can you believe it? Riddler. He’s so scrawny!”

you laughed along with her and as you settled down she gave you a look.

“The first few missions by yourself won’t be perfect. You have to learn how to hold your own in a fight without Batman being there for backup. No one said it would be easy. But you get better by trail and error. You have to get real world experience of fighting the criminals one on one to be able to stop them. You’ll get it next time” she smiled.

You smiled back at her as your mind drifted back to the mission. It was cut short cause of the pollen.

that stupid fucking pollen.

If you had landed correctly on your fall, you wouldn’t have been affected by the pollen. You wouldn’t have desperately asked Jason to make you cu-

“Y/N. Did anything else happen on this mission?” She asked softly. “Did Jason say anything or do anything that should concern me?”

“No!” You reply almost too quickly. “No, the mission was my fault. He didn’t do anything.”

“okay.” She replied. But as she watched you walk back to your room her gut told her something was wrong. She had to ask Jason, she could always read him and get him to fess up.

———

Barbara sawed out Jason in the Library. He usually came in here to read or hide from Dick. She found him sitting on the couch reading “Pride and prejudice”

“Jace, I have a bone to pick with you.” She stated sternly, wheeling towards Jason.

“Can it wait? I’m at my favorite part.” He says not looking up.

“No it cannot. And you have read that book a thousand times since freshman year.” She says as she moves herself to sit on the couch.

“Jeez. What’yd do to piss off Bruce this time.” He laughed. But as Babs stared him down he stopped laughing.

“I’m here to talk about Y/N.” She states matter of factly.

Jason’s face falls.

Barbara sighs. “I don’t know what happened on the mission, and I’m not asking for you to tell me.” Jason sighs in relief. “But that does not mean that I’m going to let Y/N torture herself with overthink every single detail of the mission. Whatever happened between you two, you need to talk it out. Y/N’s working herself up over whatever happened.”

Jason looked away from her and grimaced.

“Look. Jace, I know you hate talking about feelings and everything but, to work as a team you need to be able to communicate. Y/N just wants to feel apart of this team. But it will always be blocked if you don’t fix whatever happened.” Barbara never breaks eye contact, showing her seriousness.

“Fine.” He says annoyed. “I’ll go talk about my feelings and apologize.” He gets up and walks to the door.

“You got this Jason!” Barbara laughs as Jason flicks her off.

———

Y/N was sitting on her bed folding laundry when she heard a knock on her door.

“Come in!” Jason walks through the door and awkwardly stands by it. Y/N looks up from her neatly folded clothes to see the last person she wanted to see right now.

“Do you need something?” Y/N asked trying really hard to maintain eye contact and act as if it was a normal conversation.

“We need to talk.” Jason states looking anywhere but her face. “I know your upset that we failed-“ he nervously played with his fingers.

“We don’t need to.” You say turning back to your laundry.

“Yes, yes we do. I need to explain my-“ he explained nervously

“Nope. No. I get it. I was in pain. I asked a question and put you on the spot. It all happened fast after you sniffed the pollen too. It makes you impulsive in your decisions and your-“ you swallowed “your words. I don’t need to hold you accountable for what you said. I-“

“Oh,You mean when I said I wanted you under me since you got here?” Jason cut you off. He seemed to have gotten what you were implying. “Wait you’re upset because you think I lied?”he asked, his face turning almost smug. He had a new found confidence all of a sudden. You were taken aback by the switch.

you froze. You waited for it, for the rejection. You felt tears brim your eyes as you were about to be subject to embarrassment.

“You asked me to help you, how could I not.” You felt a tear start to slip. “I couldn’t say no when you were begging so pretty for me.”

You felt like the wind had got knocked out of your lungs.

“The pollen doesn’t make you lie. The pollen makes you horny to a point of pain. It didn’t make me forcibly dry hump you.” You blushed at the crudeness of his words.

you felt his presence behind you. “I don’t know. I thought you were hot before, but when you were laying there begging for me”

he leaned closer, you could feel his breath on your neck. “I got so hard. Your blushing cheeks and wide eyes, that tight suit of yours. I just couldn’t help myself.” He whispers in your ear.

You could feel your wetness pooling in your panties. You skin felt on fire as his lips gently caressed your neck. You subconsciously leaned back into him.

“I didn’t lie. I wanted you under me since the second you walked through the door.” You felt his hand caress the side of your waist as he spoke. “ and I won’t lie now, I want you under me again, if you’ll have me,” he spoke as he removed his lips from your neck.

You turned around to face him. He looked so perfect. His hair slightly messy with the white tuff hanging in his face, his pink cheeks and eyes clouded by lust.

“I thought I had forced your hand. I thought you regretted it.” You said in a breathless daze.

“I regret I didn’t do it properly. With an introduction, date, and a romantic gesture but there was no time for that when you were in pain.” He said.

you got a mischievous glint in your eye as you looked up at him. “Well if you could restart, how would you have done it?” You ask.

“Well i start it with the simplest thing. The truth.” He had a charming smile on his face, all lust removed. “I like you, would you want to go out with me?” He asked.

“yes.” You said with a giggle. “Then what?”

Y/N watched his face contort to something more sinister. “I’d take you home, after the first few dates, and turn on so music.” He said with his seductive charm.

You turned around and pressed your back to his chest. “Then what?” You asked teasingly.

“Then we start our slow. Kissing you first, letting my hands explore your body.” He whispered as his lips returned to your neck. His hands slowly caressing your sides.

You breathed in a gasp.

“Then I’d lay you down and play with you.” He said as one hand made its way down your pants and the other went up to your chest.

He left wet open mouth kisses on your neck has his right hand slid underneath your waistband. He massaged your core through your panties and let out a moan in you ear.

You whined as you felt him rub your clit through the fabric. You wiggled your hips against his crotch, feeling his boner press into your lower back. His big frame engulfed you as he moved his arms around you.

He started kneeling your breast in his hand as his other slipped into your underwear and slid through your folds.

He groaned in your ear “so wet for me.”

you moaned as you felt a single finger enter you, and slowly pull out before entering again.

You moved your hand behind you and grabbed his bulge. He moaned in your ear before he removed your hand.

“Not right now, this is about you.” He said as he spun you around to face him before leaning in and kissing you.

His kiss was soft, like before on the rooftop but now, filled with so much need. He moaned against you lips and pushed you on the bed, knocking over the neat pile of folded laundry. He pulled away and smiled nervously “Sorry. I’ll fix that later.” He said before quickly kissing you again.

He slotted his hips between you legs and you felt his hard dick press against your thigh. He pulled at the end of your shirt before pulling back and looking in your eyes.

“May I?” He asked.

“Please.” You said breathlessly.

He smirked and took you shirt off. He started kissing down your neck and chest before unhooking your bra.

He looked at your bare breasts and moaned before kissing and sucking down them.

You moaned as he took them in his mouth. And grabbed his hair, tugging. He groaned against you skin sending divers down your spine.

his kisses get lower and lower until he is right above your waistband. He pulls your pants down and returns his attention back your clit. Rubbing as he watches in awe.

He looks you in the eye before moving to mouth at your clit through your panties. You moan again and grab his hair causing him the groan. The vibrations going straight to your clit.

“Fuck Jason.” You breath as he slowly pulls you panties down before spreading your legs open.

“Such a pretty pussy all wet for me.” He said as he slides his fingers through your wet folds.

“Jason please.” You beg.

“Please what?” He teases.

“Please eat me out!” You ask while looking him in the eye.

His facade falls for a second. His wide eyes and blushing cheeks giving away his own nervousness before he smiles his charming smile again.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He said before he leans down and immediately attaches his mouth to your clit.

He starts to eat you out like a starved man, and all you could do was moan. You gripped his hair occasionally tugging to feel him moan against your heat.

soon you were bucking your hips against his face begging him to go faster. He flicks his younger harder before replacing his younger with his fingers and rubbing your clit faster and harder.

the pressure almost made you cum in the spot but Jason had other plans.

He pulled away causing you to whine pathetically. He laughed before removing his shirt.

he quickly stripped to just his boxers

“Oh I was right. His did have rock hard abs.” You thought as you openly stared at his chest.

He had a scar that went down his abdomen and across his shoulder and chest. He was ripped and had a hard v line leading to his hard cock trapped in his boxer briefs.

“Jeez you’re hot.” You say before realizing what you said.

Jason blushed and laughed. “ I should be saying the same thing to you.” He smiled before leaning back over you.

His large frame and arms cages around your head and you ran you hands down his chest, feeling the ripples underneath your fingertips. You made eye contact as your hands landed on his dick, and squeezed.

He whimpered again. The whimper you remembered from the rooftop. The same whimper you have thought of we you had your hand down your pants last night.

He pulled his cock out and you stared in shock. He was so much bigger than you excepted. But you drooled at the thought of it inside you.

He rubbed the head against your heat, gathering wetness before positioning the top at your entrance.

“Are you sure?” He asked looking into your eyes with the most sincerity.

“Yes, Jason. Please I want you to fuck me.” You said as you slide you hand down to where your bodies meet. You start to play with your clit.

Jason sucks in a breath. “Fuck.” He breath before pushing in.

It hurt at first but Jason paused half way through to let you adjust.

Once he was all the way in, he slowly pulled out before pushing back in, starting a slow rhythm.

You moan and wrapped you arms around his middle, gripping on to whatever skin you fingers could find.

He started picking up pace and moved his head to suck on your nipple again. His hand that was t holding him up, falling down to where your bodies are joined, rubbing circles on your clit.

Everything was too much for you. “I’m gonna cum!” You moan as you squirted on his cock.

He moan at the sensation before ducking into you faster. “You look so gorgeous when you cum. Ohmyfuckinggod…” he said as he quickly pulls out and shoots his cum on your stomach.

He collapses on top of you and kisses you hard.

“Im sorry for making you feel like shit these past few days.” He says breathlessly.

“It all ok now” you say as he looks up and smiles at you. He hugs you and pulls you into his chest.

“I’m gonna take you on a proper date though.”

“I don’t doubt it.” You say as you eyes get heavy———

Bonus:

“For fuck sake Jason, when I said make up, I didn’t me make out. I didn’t have to hear the bed shaking all the way from down the hall!” Barbara yelled as Jason walked out of your room later.

——————/-

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[silassinclair]

Hello there! So this is my first time requesting since i just started following you. So let me tell you, your Yandere Wild West Outlaw got me absolutley smitten and obsessed! i love your writing so much!!

Anyway back to the main subject and on with the request.

What about Maddox with an EXTRA Sassy darling. Like, full of and fluent on sarcasm (the kind that makes you go: DAAAAMN). The darlin' has a sharp tongue and retorts for any kind of bad words might be thrown towards her (and maybe, way later in the relationship, towards Maddox too). From really polite f-u's to tge sthraightfoward ones, she can reply and roast anyone.

Oh and a bonus head cannon (a little something that came to mind) after reading about the wedding rings. I can totally imagine the darling going from questioning about where Maddox "buys" all the weird gifts to just becoming immune, later in the relationship. Let's say Maddox comes back (to the temporary) home with a very strange object, like A very expensive porcelain/china vase and the darling just goes: "oh thank you. Please put it on the table. I'll be done with the soup and then take care of it"

Yea anyway i'll stop rambling now.

Sorry for the bad english. It's not my first language and it is past midnight here.

Have a great day/night ✨

We love sassy girlboss Y/n’s here. Thank you for submitting this request anon!! Hope it is to your liking <3

Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Sassy Reader

CW// Y/n is a bully, Maddox gets his ego hurt, Maddox gets angry, Maddox is dumb

Masterlist

Maddox immediately knew that you were a spitfire when he first had a conversation with you. You weren’t the typical damsel in distress who when captured by the evil outlaw you’re forced into submission.

Oh no. There’s not a drop of submission in your body.

Maddox thought you would be useful to have around. You’d be his own personal maid! Maybe even like a housewife. But no…

“Clean my laundry if ya’ wanna live to see anotha’ day.”

“Alright alright, calm your tits. What should I clean first? The shirt with sweat marinated into the fabric or the undies with shit stains?”

“THERE AIN’T ANY SHIT ON MY UNDIES MISSY! IT’S DIRT!”

You’re a total pain in the ass. Whenever he tried to act cool or intimidating you’d immediately shoot it down with your words.

He hates it when you ruin his moment in front of other people.

He got really pissed after you made a jab at him in the middle of a duel.

“It’s just you an’ me boy. But we both know who’ll be standin’ by the end of this.”

“Hopefully it isn’t you.”

“SHUT UP Y/N! GET YOUR TUSH BACK INSIDE, I’M TRYNA’ HAVE A DUEL!”

Punishes you by tying you up and leaving you outside for the night.

He ignores your complaints about coyotes or rattlesnakes. He needs you to shut your mouth and give him some peace.

After that night of punishment though he noticed how you wouldn’t really talk to him often.

“Go shine my boots. And I don’t wanna hear a single complaint outta ya’.”

“Okay.”

“…”

Okaay so he fucked up.

The days drag on so slow without your quips and jabs! He never realized how funny the things you said are now that you’re gone.

Well you’re not gone, just more closed off now. But you may as well be gone. This isn’t like you at all to be so quiet and reclusive!

Maybe he was too rough in you? He did kill your Father and force you to be his housewife maid.

So doing what he does worst, he apologizes.

“Hey, ‘bout that one time I left ya’ outside. I realize that was silly of me cus ya’ coulda gotten eaten. So that was my bad.”

“So you’re sorry?”

“Yeah.”

He’s brushing Jasper’s fur, telling the horse how good he is. Cleaning Jasper is the only chore Maddox likes to do himself.

You’re sitting on a tree stump watching the man talk to his horse.

“You know Jasper’s a horse right?”

“Oh really? I thought he was a dog.”

The small smirk on your face after his little quip made Maddox feel like a million bucks.

That’s when he learned that he likes seeing you happy.

After the “Marriage”: (Read about it Here)

“Uhm what’s all this?” You ask your unofficial husband.

“This-”

He puts a brown sack down on the table. The sound of the contents inside clang together as he dumps it all out. A dozen chipped fine china plates come out.

“Is how we make our house a home sweetness. I hear housewives go crazy over fancy dishes n’ shit.”

Maddox stands there with a proud grin underneath his masked face. (He still hasn’t showed you his face yet btw.) He was like a dog showing his owner how good he is at retrieving sticks when playing fetch.

You look at him with an unimpressed quirk of your brow. “And where did you happen to come across such fine china may I ask?”

He shrugs and comes around the table to wrap his arms around you from behind.

“A buddy gave em to me.” His deep voice reverberates in your ear.

“Did you hold your so called buddy at gunpoint?”

“Would you be mad if I said yes?”

You groan and shakes your head back and forth. “Maddox you know you can’t just go around taking people’s stuff! Now the sheriff was probably alerted and is looking for you now. And why did you steal a bunch of plates!? Jasper can’t carry all this shit! We should only have what is necessary for survival you brute. Are you even listening to me!?”

But he only looks at you with lovesick eyes as you complain about how stupid he is.

“Princess did I ever tell you how sexy you are when you’re mad at me?” His hands go lower down your waist.

Rolling your eyes you smack his hands and leave his embrace, leaving him standing by himself like a kicked puppy.

“I have a meal to make so set the table with those plates you got. And no more stealing people’s things!”

“Yes ma’am.”

I appreciate all the requests that come in!! But I just want to remind all of you about my rules and that I do NOT write Y/n as a specific race. My writing is for everybody to enjoy!! She’s race ambiguous. Many people request that I write a Black Y/n but I’m not black so I won’t be doing that. If I write for a specific race then I feel like I’d just be stereotyping what black people are supposed to act like. So please don’t ask me to write for a Y/n that is a specific race. Thank you.

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[v4mpirezz]

if its alright but fic or hcs of yan!tennant overstimming/edging her love?

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ❞

𝐀/𝐧: UGH TOOK THIS OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE A TENNANT PUNISHING HER DARLING. Here you go a full on fic, I hope you enjoy because certainly I enjoyed writing it &lt;3

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫

A wet slap echoed though out the room followed with a loud cry belonging to you.

It was never ending, your pussy was so sensitive and needy, as the woman whose hand was buried deep between your legs wouldn’t let you cum. Every time you tried to move your hips to try to finally let out your needed release she would immediately stop and slap your clit.

“My love, I told you to stop moving. You aren’t allowed to cum at all until I feel like you’ve already learned your lesson. I told you many, many, times to behave, yet it seems like my words fall on deaf ears.” Tennant said, her voice was serious, darker than usual.

“Please..” You whimpered. You were so desperate it hurt, you just wanted her to stuff your hole and not stop until you came.

Tennant shook her head, “No lovely, it’s too late. You should’ve thought of the consequences you’d face the moment you tried to leave this damn house. And to think I trusted you, I took these very same ropes you have on right now off of you thinking you’d finally submit and not try to run away, I suppose I was wrong; how disappointing.”

Tears ran down your flushed cheeks, it only made her smirk. She loved seeing you like this, all teary eyed and needy for her; in her eyes you’re so beautiful like that, all hopeless.

You need her, she is the only one who can give you such intense pleasure, she’s the only one who can touch you and instantly make turn you into a begging mess.

Suddenly, you felt her fingers stuff you and move fast, making sure to press on your g-spot repeatedly causing you to moan loudly and clench tightly around her fingers. You didn’t want her to pull away, but you knew that she’d pull out the moment you’re so close to releasing.

So all you could think about was beg, beg for your release, hope that she’ll show a slight bit of mercy and let you cum after edging you so damn much for hours.

“Please.. please AH~! L-let me cum..” your voice was already hoarse from screaming and crying, “Please, Tennant, please let me cu-cum… Ah, I’ll b-be good I promise..”

Her fingers slowed down, “It’s Ada love, I’ve told you many times to call me by my actual name.”

With a whimper you quickly apologized, “S-sorry, I’m so sorry please Ada.. please let me cum I need you so bad right now..”

Ada hushed you and leaned down to whisper in your ear “Do you really want to cum that badly darling? Aren’t you so needy? Wanting to squirt on my fingers, ah~ such a naughty girl.. Alright then, I’ll give you what you want.”

Part of you was surprised that she actually listened to you, after all she made it clear that this was punishment. However you didn’t think twice as the only thing you cared about was your release.

And you regret it, because Ada had something twisted in mind.

She started kissing your neck while her fingers worked deep inside you leaving you breathless. Then her mouth travelled towards your breasts and started teasing your hard nipples with her mouth and tongue.

If it wasn’t for the ropes your hands would’ve immediately found themselves gripping on her hair.

Then suddenly, the knot bursted and you squirted on her fingers with a loud scream of pleasure. You almost blacked out until her lips against yours brought you back to reality.

It was finally over, or so you thought until Ada didn’t stop her movements, she wasn’t planning on stopping. She kept teasing your puffy, swollen clit with her thumb while three of her fingers kept thrusting inside your cunt.

You looked at her confused, “W-what are you doing?” You asked in a shaky voice. Ada flashed you a smug smile, “You said you wanted to cum didn’t you? I’m giving you what you want, i’m not stopping until I’m fully satisfied; therefore don’t complain and take it like a good girl.”

Your eyes widened at the realization, she won’t stop until you can’t cum anymore, until your legs start shaking, until you feel numb. You knew it, this was going to end badly. When Ada punishes, she shows no mercy not even if you beg non stop.

Minutes turned into hours of pure bliss and pain, it started to hurt cumming on her fingers for who knows how many times, you were impossibly sensitive down there that even the smallest touch made you cry out loud.

Your legs were a shaking mess and soon they started to feel numb. Until finally, you felt Ada pull out her fingers and lick them, tasting your sweet juices. You stared at her with half lidded eyes, you were exhausted yet relieved that she was satisfied after hours of being used by her.

“Poor thing, tired? You may rest, I’ll clean you up.” Ada said in a soft voice as if she didn’t just fucked you dumb for hours.

She leaned in once again for a kiss, then whispered, “I hope this taught you a lesson, next time, I won’t have any other choice than to go rougher on you, I don’t like my lady disobeying me after all.”

♡ ──── 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒂𝒔.. writing is mine! Please do not copy, adapt, , translate or repost without my personal consent, permission and without crediting!

#reverse 1999 tennant #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #tennant #tennant reverse 1999 #tennant x reader #reverse1999 #ada tennant #re1999 #reverse: 1999 #ada tennant smut #tennant smut #reverse 1999: tennant #reverse 1999 smut #r1999 x reader #x reader #r1999 #nsfw..!!🧸

[v-i-r-i-d-i-a-n]

(I’m using caps, I am not upset JUST PASSIONATE)

This is an Eleven character rant/study, I have a really hard time putting my thoughts into words so I’m sorry if I talk in a circle a lot but I am simply ranting

Y’ALL DONT GET IT

ELS CHARACTER ARC DOESNT MAKE SENSE IF SHE STAYS WITH MIKE

AND IM GONNA TALK ABOUT IT BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE A LOT OF Y’ALL FORGET THAT IF BYLER DOES HAPPEN SHES GONNA PLAY A BIG PART IN THE STORY CUS YK SHES MIKES GIRLFRIEND AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP HAS TO END FOR THAT TO BECOME AN ACTUAL THING

From the moment we’re introduced to El we know that her character arc is about personal freedom, being free, being her own person, she escapes from the lab where she has no freedom and has never had the ability to make her own decisions, that is THE FIRST thing we learn about El; Is that she is searching for freedom. We know El has never had the chance or has even been given the right to choose what happens in her life. We learn that throughout season one, with her being uneducated on the simplest things, not knowing what privacy is and in the end not really wanting privacy, and then she “dies” finally choosing something for herself.

Even in S2 we see her yet again, being in a situation where she does not have freedom. Living with Hopper was like a prison, it reminded El of living in the lab, it reminded her that she did not have control over her life, THAT YET AGAIN the government was deciding what she could and couldn’t do. Even if not directly, the reason Hopper wouldn’t let her out of the house was because the lab was actively searching for her. El didn’t have freedom when living with Hopper.

And then we see her finally choose something for herself, she leaves the house despite it not being safe because she doesn’t want to be controlled anymore, she wants to have freedom. And then someone see’s her and Hopper yells and takes away the ONE THING that connected her to the outside world and she runs away. To be free, to try and finally get some answers for herself. To have the freedom to create her own opinions on information she doesn’t know yet.

And then we meet Kali, and it’s the free-est El has probably EVER felt in her entire life. AND THEN Kali manipulates her, and tries to get her to do something she doesn’t want to do. SHE YET AGAIN DOESNT HAVE TRUE FREEDOM BECAUSE SOMEONE ELSE IS TRYING TO DICTATE HER LIFE, TO USE HER AS A WEAPON

IN S3 SHES ABLE TO SEE MIKE AND GET OUT OF THE HOUSE SOMETIMES BUT SHE STILL ISNT FREE BECAUSE WE KNOW THAT SHE REALLY ONLY SPENDS TIME WITH MIKE AND MIKE ALWAYS COMES TO HOPPERS HOUSE WE KNOW EL DOESNT KNOW WHO SHE IS, THAT SHE DOESNT TRY AND DISCOVER HERSELF FOR AT LEAST 6 MONTHS AFTER THE EVENTS OF S2

El’s arc in S3 is, again, about self discovery (freedom), finally having a sense of being able to make her own choices, trying to figure herself out as a person, OUTSIDE of Mike and Hopper. Figuring out what she likes and doesn’t like and how to have fun and how to be a kid with Max.

EVEN IN S4 EL HAD A TASTE OF FREEDOM AND THEN GETS SWEPT AWAY BY THE LAB ONCE AGAIN. WITHOUT LEARNING TRULY WHO SHE IS YET

Now I know a lot of Mike and El shippers would argue that being with Mike was something that El actively chose on her own but you have to understand how their relationship even came to be to know that’s absolute bullshit

El didn’t know what a friend was when she escaped the lab, and I can tell you FOR SURE that she didn’t understand what Mike meant when he kissed her. Maybe on a surface level, but not really fully understanding it all, I highly doubt Papa taught El ANYTHING about relationships. So this idea of romance was thrust upon her when she had no real idea what it was

The only understanding of romance El had was that of the shows she watched in Hoppers cabin, and we all know that was a dolled up fantasy version of love, but it’s the only example El was ever given, so even if she didn’t fully understand love she thought that was what people did. I don’t know if El ever loved Mike, or if it was hormones, or just simply because she thought “oh, this is what people do. This is what Mike meant. Well, it doesn’t seem too bad. And I’m supposed to do it right? That’s how I’m supposed to act? That’s how people act. So that’s how I will act.” And maybe El did really like Mike, or maybe she confused friendship for love. That I’m not really sure.

But I do know one thing, and that’s that being in a relationship is not healthy for El. Even at this point El doesn’t know who she is as a person, she’s still figuring it out. She’s still searching for that freedom her ENTIRE arc has been about.

And I know a million people have already talked about how Mikes arc surrounds needing to be needed, and that, at its bare bones, is not healthy for El. She does not need him. Maybe at first she did, in S1, when she had just escaped from the lab and needed some sort of guidance, but it was the same way she needed Max, she needed someone to guide her through the basics of being a person..But she does not need him now.

At least not in the relationship type of way. I THINK MIKE AND EL COULD BE REALLY GOOD FRIENDS. But it’s not healthy for either of them to stay together.

Because El needs to find herself outside of someone else, outside of Hopper, outside of Joyce, outside of Max, outside of Mike.

And being in a relationship does not allow her to do that.

Might rant about how Mike staying with El also doesn’t work for him as well idk

I WROTE THIS INSTEAD OF DOING SCHOOL SO SORRY IF ITS RUSHED

#stranger things #mike wheeler #eleven #jane hopper #eleven hopper #character study #byler #<— target audience #will byers #RAHHHHH #PEOPLE DONT UNDERSTAND THEM LIKE I DO #I JUST WANT MY BBG TO BE HAPPU #I WANT HER TO BE ABLE TO BE FREE AND ALIVE #AND WIDGEOFHUSLZHCISK CH

[aeirithgainsborough]

the addition of joel’s attempted suicide and him telling ellie it wasn’t time that had healed his wounds makes part 2 all the more rotten btw. in the context of just part 1 it added to the theme that runs through the game that you have to find something to hold onto and make life better even when everything seems dire. it’s extremely topical (as joel said about the puns) for ellie. joel knows she’s going through the same thing and that’s partly why he told her. it was also his way of expressing to her he loved her and she expresses that back when she says ‘im glad it didn’t work out’. if we just think about part 1, it’s a scene that fits well with the source material and adds something. later when joel saves ellie and then lies, we can really easily track why he saved her and then lied. yes for him cus he loves her but mostly it was because he’s been there and he knows how it feels to struggle with the guilt you survived and how easy it is to slip into the feeling of everything being pointless and wanting to end it all cus what’s the point in carrying on. he sees it in ellie. that’s why he tells her the story and that’s why he saves her. because it got better for him. it may have taken 20 years but it got better. he found what he needed to make life worth living and he wants ellie to have that too. he knows it’s out there for her, especially if they can go somewhere like jackson and she can watch movies and learn guitar and just be a kid.

but when we think about part 2, this addition just feels mean. they’ve added to joel’s trauma, they’ve deepened it. he was so lost and broken when sarah died that he wanted to end it all. life felt so pointless to him. and despite how bad it was to lose a kid, despite how scary it was for him to open himself up to ellie, to open that door into parenthood again, despite how painful it was and the memories it dredged up, he did ultimately choose to open that door. and there’s such cruelty in adding that depth, knowing they are gonna cause him that pain again! that they are gonna take a kid away from him again. that he opened that door and he found something that made life worth living, and they are going to crush him again with it. it’s cruel to ellie too. first of all bcus she’s deeply depressed and suicidal because of all she’s been through and everyone she’s lost and the guilt that they died when she didn’t (she never says so explicitly, but contextually it’s there, especially in her later statement that she should have died in that hospital) and they never let her progress from that. despite the life she has in jackson, despite the people who love her, she’s stuck where she was at 14, thinking her life doesn’t matter and not understanding at all why joel saved her (because her life always mattered; because it’s one worth living). secondly it’s cruel because they take the one thing away from her she loves above all other things, leaving her ultimately scared and alone, with nothing and no one. that thing she needs to find to live for - she never gets that. it renders joel’s intervention to save her life pointless and that feels worse in the context of the ‘it was me who missed’ addition. ultimately, within the narrative of part 2, they both would have been better off if joel hadn’t opened that door again and ellie had died on that table (joel wouldn’t have experienced the pain of loving again and then been beaten to death like a dog in the street and ellie wouldn’t have lost everything her friends her family her dad her fingers her connection to joel her mother’s knife) instead of ending up broken and alone. and that’s not only really sad and bleak, it’s really cruel. it’s mean. it’s the antithesis of part 1 completely and utterly.

#the last of us #tlou #the last of us spoilers #anti tlou2 #i really think they’ve got a storm coming lol #ppl are not gonna like it #already told my sister about the plot of 2 and she’s out #she also was like ‘wait it’s not about ellies immunity’ LOL

[latenight-dnd]

The sign out front says this is a dnd blog, but I’m making French onion soup and have been thinking about this the whole time so

*THESE ARE ALL MY HEADCANNON. YOU CAN DISAGREE BUT DONT BE A DICK.*

BatFam and things you couldn’t waterboard out of them

Damian: he likes girlie pop revenge music. He won’t seek it out on purpose for his own dignity, but if “good 4 u” or “look what you made me do” is playing, he is enjoying it on the inside. He would rather eat the batmobile than let anybody know. There isn’t a single person he could tell that wouldn’t be insufferable.

Jason: cannot watch Fox and the Hound without sobbing VIOLENTLY. It’s ugly. Definitely has nothing to do with the fox being named Tod. Definitely.

Tim: admitting he should sleep. Literally would rather eat dirt. No, he doesn’t need sleep. Pass the coffee. Also, wrote Batman adoption fan fiction, very Adopted by One Direction. But less creepy.

Dick: frequently got super cold in the Robin costume, very often regretted the shorts. He will never admit it to anyone. He refuses to admit that maybe the tiny shorts weren’t the best choice. Was very relieved when Tim gave himself tights.

Bruce: he can’t tie a tie. Batman does not know how to tie a tie. He’s tried learning, but he just can’t. Doesn’t know why. Alfred still has to help him, and he has a bunch of clip ons. If any of the media or his rich buddies notice, it’s cus he’s Dumb Brucie who can’t tie a tie. If any of his children or superhero partners notice, it’s so he can change into and out of his Batman costume quicker if he had to leave a function. A full tie is just such a hassle, ya know? Alfred is the only one who knows the truth.

Steph: somehow caught Damian listening to girlie pop revenge music without him realizing. She can never tell anybody. He’ll find out it was her. He will kill her and nobody’s will ever find her body. Anything you could do to her to try and get her to tell, he will do worse.

Cass: she’s seen some shit around the manor. Being as quiet as she is has consequences, and those consequences are seeing and hearing things you did not wanna know about. Very little of it can even be written out. She’s taking that shit to the grave.

You also just couldn’t waterboard jack shit out of her anyway, she’s impenetrable.

Duke: similar to Cass, he’s seen some shit. You don’t wanna know. Also, he likes to eat just plain Mayo on bread. He can’t tell anyone out of pure shame. He would be clowned to heights unseen.

Barbara: knows that sometimes her dad turns on the bat signal just to see what Bruce drops off. He just does it out of curiosity, he has no actual criminal for Batman to target, he just wants to see who gets dropped off with a fresh concussion. Also, sometimes she remotely changes Bruce’s ridiculously complicated passwords just slightly to confuse him. Not enough to be super obvious someone changed it on purpose, but enough for Bruce to start to think that maybe he’s getting a little up in age.

Alfred: as if he would ever allow himself to be put in a position where he could even be captured, much less waterboarded.

#meme #shit post #shitpost #memes #batman comics #batman #batfam #batfamily #bat family #batman memes #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #damian al ghul #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #comic memes #dc #dc memes #dc comics #dc headcanon #batman headcanon #headcannons

[solisaureus]

i’ll have to rewatch episode 6 cus i was so distracted hunting for di angelo easter eggs but i really liked it!! here are some impressions:

- (putting on bulletproof vest) lmm’s performance as hermes was fantastic. i was skeptical about the casting at first but he did a great job — i watched the ep with my brother, and he said he was worried that lin was going to “play as himself” and i think that was my concern too. but he didn’t! hermes was so interesting. he obviously knows way more than he’s letting on. he knows what’s going to happen to luke. watching the scenes with hermes with that knowledge in mind makes them hit so hard. so far hermes is the god who has shown the most love for their demigod child that we’ve seen so far, and that child is LUKE. this is in contrast to ares in the last episode who was talking about how much he hates his own kids, in contrast to athena who tried to have annabeth killed for embarrassing her, in contrast to poseidon who loves percy but has stayed away from him.

- it’s interesting that luke’s backstory and may castellan are being introduced so early. in the books you don’t find out about this until the last olympian. you (and percy) spend four books just absolutely hating luke for being an irredeemable scumbag, and THEN you (and percy) find out about his sympathetic backstory. but now we’re learning his sympathetic backstory before we even know he’s a traitor. this will change how we see luke’s character later on, and it will make sense why annabeth defends him so much when, from percy’s pov, he hasn’t given her much reason to. now percy will know what he’s been through, he will already be aware of the parallels between his life and luke’s. shrimpteresting

- the new added detail that it was poseidon who warned hermes to stay away from luke is FASCINATING to me. it greatly strengthens the foil character relationship between luke and percy. both poseidon and hermes had to watch their mortal children endure harsh and traumatizing home lives, and poseidon warned hermes that getting involved will make it worse. this explains so much about the gods “hands off” approach to parenting, and it seems like it’ll be reinforced when luke betrays olympus and percy doesn’t. luke met his father and will always hate him, percy has never met his father and is starting to come around on him. the fact that hermes TELLS PERCY ABOUT THIS is just. so much to handle

- percy trying to drive was very funny and the fact that he honked at the person in the garage killed me. he has inborn road rage, it’s in his new yorker blood

- i loved the way the iris message was visualized!!! it looked soooo cool

- okay don’t kill me but…i don’t think that the absence of the part where annabeth tells percy they’re friends in the zoo truck was that big of a deal. i was looking forward to seeing this scene at first, but honestly, in the context of where the show is now it wouldn’t hit as hard. episode 5 made it abundantly clear that annabeth considers percy a friend. they are already obviously loyal to each other. maybe it would’ve been nice to include that line in there as a nod for book fans, but in the context of the show it wouldn’t have been as big of a moment as it was in the books

- grover not giving a shit about the humans in las vegas was hysterical

- the fact that the solstice has already passed is an interesting development!!! i’m curious as to why they made that change. hopefully we’ll find out!

- overall i like how much plot and character development is being worked into the story along the way, instead it the side adventures just being wacky, “monster of the week” esque episodes. the waterland ep was very different from what it was in the books, but in my opinion it was much better. like i kept thinking that if the show scene had been in the books, and what’s in the books had been in the show, i would’ve been vastly disappointed. like if the books had annabeth realizing that sally jackson did so much to make percy compassionate, and that’s why he’s not like the cutthroat olympians, and she’d rather be like him than like them, and hephaestus empathizing with that message…and then the show cut out all of that just to make an awkward romantic atmosphere for percy and annabeth and just have annabeth scream about spiders…i would’ve been really disappointed. so yes it’s different from the books but in my opinion it’s inarguably better! and honestly maybe the spider thing will get worked in later 🤷

#robin text #pjo tv spoilers

[fr33ze-y0ur-br4in]

I just saw you also write for PJO, and I was wondering if you were willing to write a crossover oneshot with Moon Knight (no pairing, purely platonic) where Marc comes across a teen who seems to be being attacked by some thug. And when Marc goes to help her (despite Khonshu insisting that he shouldn’t, because he knows the kid is a demigod and the thug is actually a monster, and since he’s apart of the Egyptian pantheon, he doesn’t want to get involved with the Greek/Romans), and it revealed to him that the girl can handle her own, and with his help, kills the monster. She then reveals herself as a daughter of Demeter when Marc persists on knowing what that monster was and why Khonshu was so persistent in not getting involved. Depending on how you’d want to end it, after learning more about demigods and their lifestyle, maybe Marc can be like “I’m taking this kid in.” and just shows up at his and Layla’s safe house with the teen in tow, much to Layla’s confusion. Cause you cannot tell me Marc wouldn’t feel bad for this kid and would want to take them in.

If you’re not okay with writing this, totally understandable. It’s just that this crossover premise has a bunch of potential, and it’s a shame that there aren’t many stories with these two fandoms.

Hey anon! I know it’s been literally MONTHS since you sent this in but I just wanted to let you know that I’m working on it! Giant writing slumps have been kicking my ass but I’ve decided to force myself back to it! I can’t promise it’ll be out any time soon but as soon as I publish it I’ll update this post or reblog it with the link attached :D

also I do themed borders for all my stuff and I want to show u the one I made for this crossover cus I’m so insanely proud of it

AINT IT NEAT?!

#.:*・°☆. Claire’s Original Posts.:*・°☆. #.:*・°☆. Claire’s Original Fics.:*・°☆. #Claire’s Anons? :0 #I’ve also got another ask about a sleeping beauty-esque Moonboys fic but I have Jack squat as motivation so- #Moon Knight #Moon Knight x reader #platonic!Moon Knight x reader #Percy Jackson x reader #PJO x reader #Pjo #hoo #toa #pjo hoo toa #pjo fandom #riordanverse #heroes of olympus #pjoverse

[missnight0wl]

Let’s talk about Elton Elderberry – and why he’s a total bitch

First of all, I want to thank @thedoodlecat because a lot of the ideas I’ll discuss were formed during our conversations. So, credit where credit's due!

Secondly, I want to make it clear from the start that it’s not quite a theory, meaning: I personally don’t believe Jam City might take the story in this direction. However, I believe that a lot of it might be a leftover of what’s the story supposed to be. And yes, it can also be explained by the writers having no idea what they’re doing, but on the other hand, it ties in with many interesting details from the past, mostly from Y5. And I still believe that year was super important for the narrative.

Now, without further ado, let’s move on to Elton. Spoilers up to Y7Ch56.

Ok, so the first thing that really bothers me about Elton Elderberry is that he was well aware of the Crown of Mneme, how dangerous it can be, and he had to at least suspect that it might be in the Sunken Vault – and for all those years, he did absolutely fucking nothing.

And it’s quite problematic because there’s no way he just… didn’t know about MC and the Cursed Vaults. At the beginning of Y3, MC told us that pretty much everyone could learn about it from the Daily Prophet. And we know that the Ministry was especially aware of it. Even if we ignore Moody’s involvement starting from Y6, first with Rakepick and then with Peregrine, we also had the Ministry sending Tofty to spy on MC during our O.W.L.s because of the Cursed Vaults. And honestly, I just don’t buy the explanation that Elton somehow… just didn’t hear about it. So, like, what the hell?

Now, I can hear you saying: “Oh, but of course Elton didn’t do anything because he wasn’t a character yet and Jam City probably just created him now!”. And you know what? That’s a totally valid remark and quite probable explanation. Still, I kept thinking about it anyway, and I quickly noticed another problem with Elton: how we actually learnt that he was directly involved in Ryusaki’s death. I mean, look at those scenes:

And then after our visit to the Archives:

(I just have to point out that he’s fucking grinning here…)

… and then:

Do you see the problem here??

Imagine this. You meet Steve. Steve tells you about the mother who died in a car accident with her two children. Sadly, she was the one who caused the accident because she was under the influence. Later you learn on your own that the said mother was a model parent, always there for her children despite having two jobs, actually sober during the accident, rarely drunk at all, and in fact, it was Steve who caused the crash. When confronted, Steve admits to everything and says he feels terrible about it and it haunts him every day. Would you believe Steve that he’s so sorry? BECAUSE I DEFINITELY WOULDN’T. In fact, I’d do everything to stay away from Steve.

Now, again, I’m aware that it might be simply JC’s incompetence in making a connection between the Crown of Mneme and Dai Ryusaki – even though it could’ve been easily done without Elton actively portraying Ryusaki as a bad guy. For example:

Elton: I advise you to avoid the Crown at all costs. MC: I wonder if it has anything to do with the Dark Scroll… Elton: You don’t mean Dai Ryusaki’s Dark Scroll, do you? MC: That dark wizard? Yes, I do. Why? Do you know anything about it too? Elton: *not answering right away and looking very ashamed instead, showing already that he doesn’t want to reveal the truth because of his loyalty to the Ministry, but also showing his guilt*

And yes, I know it wouldn’t be the first time JC didn’t see the simplest solutions in their writing. But as I was thinking about it more, I realised that if we assume that Elton indeed knew about MC and the Cursed Vaults all that time and did nothing on purpose, it’s both surprising and fascinating how many things start to add up. In this scenario, Elton would also want to portray Ryusaki as a bad guy. I know it doesn’t fully work currently because, in the end, it was Elton who let us go to the Archives, but I guess it’s possible that originally, we were supposed to learn the truth about Ryusaki in some different way. And either way, I have to point out that there’s something very off in this part of the story no matter what. I mean, let me ask you one question:

Why exactly Dai Ryusaki was killed?

Because if you think about it, it was never really explained… properly. Like, we keep using words like “miscommunication” or “misunderstanding”.

But… how the fuck can you kill somebody because of misunderstanding? I guess we’re supposed to interpret it as: “The International Confederation of Wizards thought Dai wanted to use his invention to do bad things while he was actually trying to destroy his invention once he realised it’s dangerous”. However, this interpretation doesn’t really make sense. Why? Look at Ryusaki’s notes we found in the Archives.

Ryusaki seems absolutely certain that once he destroys what he was about to destroy, it’s done. He accepted that his work would be no more after that. And that makes me believe that nobody else (or almost nobody) knew about his work. Because otherwise, he’d have to realise that someone might try to replicate his work, right? Or even force him to simply repeat it? Yet he’s not worried about it. And the thing is that Ryusaki was a very intelligent, reasonable, and conscious man. So… how the hell the International Confederation of Wizards knew anything to misinterpret Ryusaki’s intentions?

Well, what if there was someone other than Ryusaki who knew about his work after all? But Dai completely trusted that person, so that’s why he was so sure the whole thing would remain secret? What if that person happened to work at the British Ministry of Magic? What if this person was…

Elton “The Bitch” Elderberry?

Ok, so I know that everything I said so far is a big assumption, but I swear it does make sense, so please, bear with me. And I’ll actually start by summarising what I believe how it all began and then I’ll elaborate on each element because it’s gonna be easier for me that way.

So, I believe that Dai Ryusaki and Elton Elderberry were once good friends. They were both quite talented wizards, and while they had different goals in life, they realised at some point that the treasure from the Cursed Vaults might help them achieve that. Together, they created a group that we know as R. Unfortunately for Elton, Dai realised eventually that both his own invention and the Cursed Vaults themselves are dangerous, so he decided to quit. Elton didn’t like it, and he was afraid that Dai would try to stop him as well, so he decided to be proactive about it. Using his position as a Hit Wizard at the Ministry, he sold Dai out, claiming he’s a dangerous dark wizard. Elton kept R alive ever since, and he was waiting for MC to be born because MC is necessary to open the final Cursed Vault.

Of course, I assume that the original plans for the final Cursed Vault were different than what we saw in Y6. Also, from that point, I’ll keep calling Elton “Brelton” because:

BITCH + R + ELTON = BRELTON

… and I just think this distinction might be useful because, as I said, I don’t think it might still be true, yet it seems that Elton Elderberry will stay in the story anyway. Ok, but let’s talk about some details.

Dai’s and Brelton’s goals

As for Dai’s goal, it’s pretty straightforward. It’s basically said directly in the game: he wanted to help people with traumatic memories. What would be Brelton’s goal then? Well, let me remind you one note from R we found in Y5:

The interesting thing about it is that for the longest time, it was the only case where it was mentioned that R had any interest in immortality. As soon as the Dark Scroll was introduced, we only talked about R wanting knowledge. I even talked with my friend about how weird it is that the writers totally abandoned the immortality aspect (Bee, I’m not tagging you because I don’t want you to feel obliged to read this long-ass post, but if you’re reading it anyway: Hi! I’m talking about you!). In fact, I’m pretty sure that the word “immortality” wasn’t even used in the main story after that note from R – until our conversation with Elton in Y7Ch49:

And you know what? I don’t think it’s just a coincidence. Because it’s not even true! Every time we talked about Ryusaki’s potion, it was about mind-enhancing potion.

So… what if it’s the leftover of the original plans for Elton’s character? What if it’s Brelton who was all about immortality? And now, JC just looked at the notes made by Matt London and his team and simply put the immortality potion in there without thinking if it made sense. I realise it feels like another stretch, but I have to point out that Elton’s old age is a little sus – and they stress all the time how old he is. I mean, wizards do live longer than Muggles, but most of them don’t live over 300 years. (There’s actually the HP wiki page about it.)

And the thing is that from the story point of view, it wasn’t even necessary to make Elton this old. Sure, it adds some flavour with the reveal that he was actually there when Dai was killed, but on the other hand, he mentions every now and then that his memory is not the best anymore etc. So, wouldn’t it be better if MC met Elton's son or grandson, for example? Personally, I think it would, and that’s why I’m gonna assume for the rest of this analysis that R was always about “enlightenment and immortality”, and that Dai Ryusaki represented the first element while Elton Elderberry the second one.

Why they needed the Cursed Vaults?

Ok, so now that we know what they wanted in general, let’s try to figure out why they went after the Cursed Vaults – and as I mentioned already, I assume that the original treasure was actually… well, a thing. I admit that I wasn’t able to figure out what exactly it could’ve been, but I have some ideas about what properties the Treasure could have, based on Dai’s and Brelton’s goals.

This time, let’s start with Brelton because it’s a bit easier. Basically, I believe that Brelton managed to invent something that grants semi-immortality, but it’s not the perfect invention. Sure, he’s still alive and his mind is not in the worst condition, but still. So, I think that he believes that the Treasure could improve his invention by granting actual immortality and/or eternal youth.

It’s a bit more complicated with Dai because we have to consider multiple elements. First of all, we have the mind-enhancing potion. The recipe for it was hidden on the Dark Scroll which was confirmed by the notes found by MC in the Archives. But earlier, MC also mentioned “a device”, and then they read: “I can’t bear to destroy my life’s work, but I know that I must. The scroll has already been hidden”. So… what exactly was he about to destroy? If we want to stick to the legend told by Corey, it might’ve been about the already-prepared potion. He might’ve also been referring to his research in general and his notes or something. But then we have the Crown of Mneme… And that’s quite interesting because we actually know that it’s something he found in Greece – which, by the way, confirms that the Crown was not something placed in the Cursed Vaults originally (I’ll return to it in a moment).

Either way, to simplify it a little bit, I’m gonna assume that Dai’s invention was about the Crown and the potion - and that together was considered his “device”. What about the Treasure then? I see a couple of options.

Perhaps the Treasure would give more control over the Crown or allow to exchange of thoughts both ways. I mean, what we saw in the game looked like the wearer could only send their thoughts, but if Dai wanted to treat patients with traumatic memories, he probably wanted to extract those memories.

Perhaps the Treasure could permanently remove/destroy traumatic memories. Because I don’t think you can actually do it with Obliviate, for example. I might be wrong, but I feel that there is always a small chance that the memory would come back or simply leave some mark behind it.

How the Crown of Mneme ended in the Sunken Vault?

So… If Dai was so certain that his invention was gone and to be forgotten, and on top of that I claim that he didn’t want to have anything to do with the Cursed Vaults, then how the hell the Crown of Mneme ended in the Sunken Vault? Well, I guess I won’t surprise anyone at this point by saying that it was Brelton who was behind it. And the best thing is that we actually know that R was in the Sunken Vault in the past – and that’s thanks to the note found in the Weird Sisters TLSQ:

So, this is what I propose. Brelton got the Crown of Mneme before Dai’s death somehow. I don’t think that Dai would just give it to him because I assume they already fell apart at that point. Or perhaps Brelton lied to Dai and offered that he’d destroy the Crown? Either way, he probably wasn’t planning to destroy it (as it might be useful for him), and he continued his search for the Cursed Vaults. Unfortunately for him, once he got to the Sunken Vault, he realised he couldn’t do anything without the key. And now, the key might be the Gillyweed/Coral Key Rakepick took from us in Y4, or maybe it’s about the siblings – or it’s both (like in my version of the story). Anyway, the Treasure was unachievable, so Brelton used this opportunity to hide the Crown of Mneme and just left.

Ryusaki and the creation of the Cabal

Ok, but why I assume that Dai Ryusaki even knew about the Cursed Vaults, to begin with? I just explained how it was probably Brelton who put the Crown in the Sunken Vault, and we don’t really have anything to prove that Dai needed the Treasure to improve his invention. Well, yeah. But we have something else. Something that I find very exciting. See, during our first trip to Knockturn Alley, we visited also Flourish and Blotts where we found a Black Quill containing this message:

And for the longest time, I was just… absolutely stumped by it. I couldn’t come up with any decent theory as to who left that note. But now, I do strongly believe that it was left by Dai Ryusaki. Brelton was too greedy to get his immortality and too afraid of his own mortality to leave the Cursed Vaults and refused to listen to his friend that it’s too dangerous. The note also talks about “them”, so maybe R had some more members at that point already (but only Dai and Elton knew everything). And you know what makes it even more fascinating? We found this Black Quill in the book by Maerwynn Montfort who’s a totally original author mentioned only in this specific scene in HPHM. Interestingly, Maerwynn is a feminine name that is of Welsh origin that means “joy”. And coincidently, Dai is a Welsh masculine given name (which means “beloved”), a hypocorism of Dafydd or David, as well as a masculine Japanese given name. Like…

Are you kidding me??

I mean, ok, sure. It might be just a coincidence. But you have to admit that it’s a pretty damn odd coincidence. Maybe Maerwynn was someone from Dai’s Welsh part of the family or just a friend whom he met there? Or maybe it’s just a pseudonym or something. But either way, it might be hinting at some (“Welsh”) connection. And that’s why they were exchanging secret information!

Still, that’s not even all I finally realised about the note. Because I also believe that it confirms that the Cabal from Jacob’s notebook is a different group than R – and I think that it was Dai Ryusaki who started that group.

Ok, so I explained the whole idea in this post. It’s one of my shorter analyses so I recommend checking it out. But to put it even shorter, my problem with the note from Y5Ch15 was always that Jacob was confused about why the Cabal wanted to kill him.

But R was very open about threatening Jacob and especially his family, so… it shouldn’t be surprising at all. He might’ve been confused if he was doing everything R told him to do – but then it doesn’t make sense that R would want to kill Jacob and MC. I mean, after Duncan’s death, they clearly told him to continue his search.

So, I always interpreted the Cabal as a separate group who wanted to protect the Cursed Vaults by killing the siblings because the siblings are necessary to get to the Treasure. And if we join it with the note from Flourish and Blotts, it totally adds up. Dai realised that the Cursed Vaults were dangerous and wanted to stop R. Brelton wouldn’t listen, so Dai wanted to destroy the vault portrait which, assumingly, would make it impossible to get to the Portrait Vault. On top of that, he started the group that was supposed to make sure that nobody would ever get hurt by the Vaults by killing the siblings (who can get the Treasure). It was about the creation of the Cabal this whole time!

Brelton as the true leader of R

In general, I have to say that Brelton being the true leader of R just makes more sense. In this scenario, it’d also mean that Peregrine is just… a current face of the organisation. A puppet. And yes, I keep saying that I don’t believe that Perry was always planned to be a part of the story, so why do I even mention him? Well, to be completely honest, I’m willing to accept that Perry was planned along with Dai and Brelton’s story – just not as MC’s father. Because it makes sense that Brelton would want to keep his position at the Ministry, and if so, he’d probably need someone to (occasionally) represent R. And that could be Peregrine. In fact, we saw some moments when the leader of R was treated weirdly ambiguous. The first case is our conversation with Rakepick in Azkaban. And yes, I know that we didn’t know about Peregrine then yet, so it kind of makes sense to leave it more ambiguous, but I want to point out a specific thing Rakepick said.

Honestly, I was always confused by it because “the one behind it all” sounds like someone who also created R, at least in my opinion. On the other hand, we had hints in the past that R is a rather older organisation. Not to mention that Perry claimed that he joined R, meaning that R was R before the current leader joined them. Of course, it is possible that Perry lies. It is also possible that the title of R is simply given to each leader. But… I don’t know. Rakepick’s words sound to me like she is talking about only one person. However, if that one person is actually Brelton, it makes sense that he’s both the current true leader and the one responsible for creating the organisation.

My other issue is with Olivia’s memories. Because Rakepick is very clearly talking to someone from R in those scenes, but for whatever reason we never learn who it was.

So, what if it was actually supposed to be Brelton? And speaking of that, ever since we learnt that Olivia was working at the Ministry, I thought it was pretty suspicious, and I fully expected that R was controlling that. And what a coincidence that Elton became Olivia’s mentor for all those years…

Hell, it’d even make more sense why Verucca is so damn worried about Perry being cursed by Ryusaki’s amulet. Because if Brellton indeed betrayed Dai, then it could mean that it’s Brelton who’s the real target of that whole revenge plan. The curse might be simply generalising it because, well, it’s just a spirit that’s basically the essence of Ryusaki’s anger. But if Verucca knows about everything as a high-ranking member of R, then yeah, she’d try to stop Perry from hurting their dear leader Brelton.

And… that’s it!

Once again, like I said, I do not expect the game to confirm any of the things I discussed above. But that being said, I feel very confident about pretty much everything I said. And even though it took me months to finally write it all down, I have to say that putting it together was really fun and exciting. Who knows, maybe it’s the last time I feel like that about HPHM theory, at least when it comes to relatively new content. But even if so, I’m kind of glad that I got some semi-closure to the things that were bothering me.

#long post #hogwarts mystery #hphm #elton elderberry #dai ryusaki #hphm mc #olivia green #patricia rakepick #hphm peregrine #hphm r #the cabal #cursed vaults #brelton theory #analysis post #theory #hphm theory

[blazingorchid]

WIP for an upcoming LuNami Fic

Here’s a snippet from something I’m cooking. This was very therapeutic for me to write. I loved it all so much, i wanted to share. We all need a friendship like this. I hope you all enjoy! 💕💕

When Usopp opened Nami’s front door, he was met with pitch black darkness. He quickly reached to his right; feeling for the switch on the wall and flipping it on.

Nami’s apartment was small. The entrance led immediately into her living room. An open door frame to the left led to the kitchen. A small hallway straight ahead made room for one bedroom at the very end and a bathroom to the left. There wasn’t very much furniture. Just the necessities. The only thing extra really was a small flat screen that was placed on a cheap table she’d found at a garage sale.

Nami didn’t spend frivolously for the most part. Sure, she’d splurge on clothes and bags. Maybe even jewelry. However, her phone was an older model and the laptop she’d use for school was refurbished.

He had come to learn that the façade that Nami showcased in public was starkly different to who she truly was.

She was beautiful and knew it. Egocentric in some ways. But, she was also incredibly shy in weird times. Compliment her looks, and she’d give a curt smile as a thanks. However, tell her that her paintings are incredible, she’d turn into a giggling mess and turn bright red.

Usopp scanned the living room. Her satchel laid on the floor in front of her futon. Her phone was on one of the cushions. So, he made his way down the hall.

Her love for money was something she voiced often. On the weekends, she’d work part time at a cafe in the mornings and a five star restaurant at nights. She saved almost obsessively and hid stacks of cash in odd areas. But despite her money motivated ways, she refused to charge the single moms in her apartment complex when they would ask her to watch their kids so they could work. The ones she did charge, who could afford to pay more, she’d only make pay for lunch or any small necessities. It was almost ironic that the job that could prove to be her most lucrative endeavor would be the one she didn’t charge enough for. Simply because she loved kids and respected their hardworking parents.

Coming up to her bathroom, he noticed the crease had a dim light seeping through.He knocked on the door with one hand and placed the other one on the knob. He called her name after placing an ear on the door.

The biggest misunderstanding was that Nami was cold hearted. Usopp had been a victim of this misconception himself. At the beginning of the year, Nami simply went to class and wrote her notes. She didn’t spare much time conversing with their peers. To those who had approached her; which were usually men looking for a chance at a date or just a night of fun, she’d give them blank stares. Sometimes she wouldn’t even let them finish their sentences before bluntly rejecting their advances. If people tried to continue after such a response, she simply turned her face to the window or to her notes.

But through a project in which they had to work together, Usopp had come to know that cold was the very opposite of what Nami was.

Fiery hair with burning eyes. An attitude that blazed like wildfire and a smile that put the sun to shame… Nami was warm and bright.

In fact, she was so bright all the time that Usopp tended to forget Nami was also more sensitive than anyone could imagine.

Something that he was currently reminded of as he opened the door and found her huddled within herself in the bathtub. She was rocking back and forth, her head tucked between her knees. Her sobs echoed off the tiled walls. She looked up when she heard him enter. Her eyes were swollen; snot and tears mixing as both pooled from their respective places. Her bottom lip trembled violently.

“U-Usopp.” She called to him. Maybe it was question. Maybe it was an observation. But whatever it was didn’t matter.

He quickly walked to her and crouched. His hands cupped her cheeks. He soothed loose hair out of her face while also trying wipe her cheeks with his sleeve.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. I got ya.” He said softly.

She moved forward so that she could hug him tightly. Once she was secured in his arms, she began to sob just as loudly … actually more loudly than before. This time she had someone willing to hear her. Someone who didn’t feel the need shy from.

He was her best friend and she was his. There was no shame to be had

#one piece #nami #usopp #modernish au #best friends #comfort #introspection #upcoming LuNami project #straw hat pirates

[diapered-dreamz]

A matter of pride (oc x canon omutsu) 18+

(this was on my old blog before I got logged out)

Bela Renfield was a man of pride , he was a vampire, he was learning magic under speaker magicians , he fought other vampires and night creatures after being turned into one when he was saving his now dead brother, but now , not only had he had wet himself in front of his human lover Sypha belnades. he was laid on his bed as she strapped a diaper on him , not only that but it was one patterned with alphabet blocks spelling out ‘baby’

he had felt his proudness disappear in favor of shame .

“It’s a one time thing I swear “ he choked out , his pride needing to remain intact, he wasn’t a baby despite what any classification said, he was a fighter, he wouldn’t be reduced to a pathetic crybaby 

“Just this once love please” Sypha asks encouraging him to accept his small side

“F-fine..just this once” he hated to admit he secretly liked the extra padding under his bottom, she put him into a nightgown and kissed him on his cheek

A few hours later, after a nice long nap, Bela had woken up with a full bladder, and a very fuzzy feeling head.

He yawned as he stretched, then looked around and whined. Where was She?

Without much thought, he started to wet his diaper, and huffed a little in relief. Until Sypha walked in.

He whimpered and tried to stop, but it just wouldn't, he was too little.

"It's alright, little one. Little ones like you can't hold it all in." 

He slowly finished  but he got more and more fussy as the now soggy padding squishes against his groin and bottom, he gave a sigh of relief . As sypha gently teased “You really did need to go, didn’t you love” poor bela looked at her in shame as he felt his stomach cramp in discomfort , clutching his abdomen in pain

“Little one what’s the matter, what’s hurting?!” Sypha panicked as she went over to him , Truth be told Bela needed another form of relief,

poor thing had been backed up for a whole week,

he’d been so busy and not wanting to damage is pride..that a basic need had been ignored in favour of fighting of night creatures and other vampires, and now his poor tummy was begging for release. bela whined before he started to get the extreme pain, after being backed up for so long he finally was able to relax and have some relief. He popped a squat and fussed before a mushy load filled the seat of his diaper 

“That’s it good job” 

“Please don’t look …I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it“ he fussed as he curled up on his girlfriends lap  covering his eyes with his hands. Cringing as the soggy and messy padding squished against him

“No …it’s ok love your just a little baby “

After assessing the state of his padding, Sypha decided that after a clean-up with some wipes, her little one needed a bath.

*You need a bath, love. Let's go get you cleaned up first, and then ill run you a bath."

He whined.

"No...

(Credit to @lilacs-omuthoughts for help cus this was originally an rp)

#omutsu #messing #selfship

[madnessofthespirits]

soooo i meant to have this done in time for halloween proper but due to the fact that i have yet to finish anything on time even once in my life it is here november the 2nd instead: a very silly cu alter x diarmuid drabble in which diarmuid goes to a haunted house. T rating probably.

Around Halloween, Diarmuid was invited to his first ever haunted house. He had been baking sweets with his Master and a few other Servants that would be distributed for an event termed “trick-or-treating” later on, when his Master had brought up the invitation. The concept had baffled him a little at first mention, since it sounded more like something that would call for combat than the fun sort of activity his Master had made it sound like, but once it was explained to him, he found himself excited. As soon as he had made plans with a couple of friends who were there with him to attend together, and the treats were baked, Diarmuid rushed off to find Cú Alter.

He found him lying on his side on the floor in their room, his back turned to him, leaning on one arm with a book propped open by the other.

“Cú,” Diarmuid called out.

“Huh?” Cú said, without moving so much as a muscle to face him. Whatever he was reading, he seemed perfectly absorbed in it.

Diarmuid walked over to him. “Master just told me about something very exciting. Chaldea is going to hold a haunted house.”

Cú finally set his book down. “What the hell is that?”

“Well, to be honest, I only learned about it just now. But as I understand it, it is a space that is designed to be disturbing or frightening, which is staffed by actors who try to scare the guests. It’s like a kind of roleplay, I suppose. It is a popular sort of event that is held around Halloween in our Master’s home country.”

“What’s the point?”

“To be frightened, it seems. I don’t expect it to affect me that way, and I don’t expect it would do so for you, either, but it might be fun. So I was wondering if you’d like to join me to go see it tomorrow. It’s a wonderful chance to learn about Master’s culture, too.” He pictured exploring this space with Cú, wondering what sorts of shenanigans the Servants who were designing and planning on acting in the haunting house might come up with. Cú probably wouldn’t care for most of it, but even he had things that could move him to amusement or even laughter from time to time. If the event even got a good smirk out of him, Diarmuid would be glad.

“Sorry. Not in the mood. You go have fun, though.” 

Diarmuid did what he could not to be too disappointed at this refusal – or at least to not let it show. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Diarmuid sighed. Oh well – at least he could still enjoy the event with his friends. But he’d hoped Cú would give it a try, too. 

“I’ve got a surprise for you, though.”

“Oh?” That made Diarmuid feel a little better. “Right now?” 

“No. Later. You’ll see.”

Well, he could wait; the promise alone was enough for now. He walked over to his lover and laid down on the floor next to him, where he was quickly pulled close to him, dragged up against Cú with one strong arm. He burrowed into him, the scent of smoke and iron wrapping him up and reminding him he was home. Well, there was always this. He hugged Cú back, and buried his face against his chest, and he felt a grin spread across his face when he felt Cú’s tail pressed against his back. Diarmuid looked up to see that Cú had resumed his reading.

“What are you reading?” he asked.

“It is the first book of the Bartimaeus Trilogy.”

“I’ve never heard of it. Are you liking it?”

“It’s fine. Master gave it to me.”

“Hmm.”

—

The haunted house was set up as an entirely new wing in Chaldea. Most of the planning seemed to have been left up to Elisabeth Bathory, who had modeled it after her own Castle Csejte. Diarmuid ended up going with Artoria and Musashi, and the three of them explored the upper floors of the castle first, running into various Servants who were pretending to be ghosts and zombie warriors and even huge dog-like beasts. Mostly, Diarmuid just laughed as they ran out of the shadows to jostle or chase them, though someone did manage to actually startle him by sneaking up behind him and whispering something in his ear.

Eventually they made their way to the basement, which turned out to be the first of many, the castle seeming to almost have more floors underground than above. The upper floors had been lit with neon lighting, but the further down they went, the darker the rooms became, and the more carefully they had to watch where they stepped. Still, they managed to walk through some sticky, dark substance that reminded Diarmuid a lot of blood, and bump into a structure that caused dirt to rain down on them, but they pressed onward, determined to explore the whole building.

By the time they had reached the seventh level of the basement, they found themselves covered in scrapes and bruises, as the Servants that they encountered became increasingly rough and aggressive. They tried to make their way through the narrow, barely lit halls they found in this level, when Diarmuid found himself suddenly lifted off the ground, which startled him enough to gasp. But he laughed just as quickly – well, this was new. None of the actors had tried anything like this yet. He did his best to break free from the pair of arms that held him, but with no success no matter how much he thrashed and flailed about. 

“Excuse me, but you do plan on letting me go, right?” Diarmuid asked the actor with a laugh that was maybe just a little more nervous than the first he’d given. Who was this, anyway? There weren’t many Servants who could do this to him so easily.

“I’ll consider it,” said a low, ominous voice with just the slightest hint of amusement. A voice that Diarmuid would have been glad to hear anywhere. He stopped struggling, suddenly glad for the hold, and glanced back over his shoulder to get a glimpse at the man he expected to see.

Illuminated in the dim red light that strobed from the ceiling was a pair of large, twisted horns, underneath which were a pair of red eyes that glowed more brightly than the light itself. “Cú!” he exclaimed, as he allowed himself to be shifted into a bridal hold.

Cú grinned at the recognition, his teeth somehow appearing even sharper than usual. “You seemed scared.” There were four more smaller, stud-like horns attached to his forehead below his hairline, Diarmuid noticed, and his ears appeared to end in pointed tips.

“For a second, perhaps,” Diarmuid admitted a little sheepishly. He couldn’t stop staring at him – his bare shoulders and his wild hair and teeth – and the horns. They looked good enough on him that Diarmuid couldn’t say he would have minded if they were permanent. “So you’re a demon, I see.” He reached up and traced a finger down the side of Cú’s cheek, then over his jawbone, and across the hair next to his ear, drawing a piece of it away from the rest with his finger and letting it go. The warmth of his skin and the silky texture of his hair formed a contrast to Cú’s imposing, bestial appearance that made Diarmuid hope that Cú was planning on dragging him off into the shadows instead of letting him finish the rest of the attraction. “Are you going to possess me?”

“Yes. It took me a long time to find a vessel who is strong enough to accept me.” He gripped Diarmuid harder against him, and Diarmuid felt the flames that had ignited in the lower parts of his body spread to his face.

“Oh no, what shall I do?” Diarmuid said in the least serious tone he could manage, and wriggled against Cú’s grasp on him, hoping that he’d hold onto him like he had before — and Cú did, holding him in place as Diarmuid tried to break free, and it wasn’t long until his pretend struggle had him laughing again. Cú seemed to be enjoying it, too, judging by the glint of teeth Diarmuid could still see.

“Fine, then,” Cú said once they’d had enough of that. “I’ll give you a few hours. And then you’re mine.

It was a funny thing to say, given that he very much already was his, but Diarmuid continued to play along, reaching up to wrap his arms around his neck and pull him close enough that he could whisper to him, “I hope you’ll still be wearing this then.” He ran a hand through Cú’s hair again.

“Then I will,” Cú said and kissed him, seizing his mouth and then setting him down again as soon as he was done.

“I’m glad you’re here. I’ll see you later,” Diarmuid said, and hurried off to catch up with his friends. Behind him, he could hear others moving through the maze-like hallway, then their screams and laughter. It seemed strange that a man dressed as a demon could so clearly remind Diarmuid that the world was good and wholesome, but that was how it was. Then again, when the monstrous features that were already a part of Cú’s body had wound their way through Diarmuid’s heart the way that had, maybe it wasn’t so surprising after all.

The rest of the castle was even more dark and maze-like than what they had already seen, but Diarmuid only felt warm and certain, because Cú had shown up for him, just like always. Even when it wasn’t how Diarmuid had expected, when Diarmuid really wanted him there, Cú would deliver. For however charming he found Cú’s monstrous aspects, to Diarmuid, he would always be a hero above all else.

#it'll go on ao3 eventually i just don't feel like it rn

[mrkis]

oh wait will jeno be really messy with communication and comforting in his series :((( im dyinggg i feel like with what i saw with miwoo, they didn’t talk about their emotions, all they did was fuck to make up and although it was good in the moment it didn’t work out long term and i feel like that side of jeno would maybe continue in his series ??? i mean IDK ofc i could be wrong!!

cos i also noticed the difference of him as miwoo’s boyfriend and him as a friend… like if we didn’t see that side to him as a friend in twlg i wouldn’t like him as much as i do now!! like he’s my fav character truly

i really hope he can grow emotionally and in maturity and have the qualities he has as a friend but now as a boyfriend but like on a new intense hot level… cus like jeno learning how to communicate and actually explain how he’s feeling rather than fucking to solve things… that growth is hot like he’ll be shining in a new level he’ll just have that light in his face it will truly be beautiful to see

i can imagine him growing and arguing with her and in the past he would fuck miwoo to deal with the anger but now!!! god let’s hope he changes. i understand you can’t say much about this cus you don’t wanna spoil it but ahhh i’m just having a brain dump

im gonna have to keep quiet abt his series unfortunately !! want readers to see when its out :)

but yeah absolutely, miwoo and jeno didn't talk at all abt their emotions in twlg which eventually lead to their breakup :( dont get me wrong, from whats written already and thinking abt them "behind the scenes" (aka my head lol) they had a lot of fun times together. they were a good couple !! but arguments got frequent, no communication happened to fix their problems as they only 'made up' with sex. it was a little messy :( they could've been so good fr.....sigh. i loved them yk.

jeno is an amazing friend, really. and im happy i was able to share that side with you all during the way life goes, especially when it came to twlg!mc and jaemin. i wish i wrote more scenes with him and the others now FUCK. I MISS TWLG A LITTLE.......just a little.

#‣ [asks] #‣ [anon]

[dhampir-omu-rot]

Let it out (An OC x Canon omutsu fic)

Bela Renfield was not happy , he was a vampire, he was learning magic under speaker magicians , he fought other vampires and night creatures after being turned into one when he was saving his now dead brother, but now , not only had he had wet himself in front of his human lover Sypha belnades. he was laid on his bed as she strapped a diaper on him , not only that but it was one patterned with alphabet blocks spelling out ‘baby’

“It’s a one time thing I swear “ he choked out , he wasn’t a baby despite what his classification said, he was a fighter, he wouldn’t be reduced to a pathetic crybaby 

“Just this once love please” Sypha asks encouraging him to accept his small side

“F-fine..just this once” he hated to admit he secretly liked the extra padding under his bottom, she put him into a nightgown and kissed him on his cheek

A few hours later, after a nice long nap, Bela had woken up with a full bladder, and a very fuzzy feeling head.

He yawned as he stretched, then looked around and whined. Where was Sypha?

Without much thought, he started to wet his diaper, and huffed a little in relief. Until Sypha walked in.

He whimpered and tried to stop, but it just wouldn't, he was too little.

"It's alright, little one. Little ones like you can't hold it all in." 

He slowly finished  but he got more and more fussy as the now soggy padding squishes against his groin and bottom, he gave a sigh of relief . As sypha gently teased “You really did need to go, didn’t you love” poor bela looked at her in shame as he felt his stomach cramp in discomfort , clutching his abdomen in discomfort 

“Little one what’s the matter, what’s hurting?!” Sypha panicked as she went over to him , Truth be told Bela needed another form of relief, poor thing had been backed up for a whole week, he’d been so busy that a basic need had been ignored in favour of fighting of night creatures and other vampires, and now his poor tummy was begging for release. bela whined before he started to get the extreme pain, after being backed up for so long he finally was able to relax and have some relief. He popped a squat and fussed before a mushy load filled the seat of his diaper 

“That’s it good job” 

“Please don’t look …I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it“ he fussed as he curled up on his girlfriends lap  covering his eyes with his hands. Cringing as the soggy and messy padding squished against him

“No …it’s ok love your just a little baby “

After assessing the state of his padding, Sypha decided that after a clean-up with some wipes, her little one needed a bath.

*You need a bath, love. Let's go get you cleaned up first, and then ill run you a bath."

He whined.

"No...

(Credit to @lilacs-omuthoughts for help cus this was originally an rp)

#oc x canon #omutsu #little space #messy

[with-love-from-hell]

5 Sides of Human

{Part two}

Genre: Mixed

Character profiles for the Mc’s featured in this series

Wc: ~4k

CW: swearing, anxiety/panic, depictions of anger and verbal aggression, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, pining, spoilers for season 1&2!

Part one  <<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>  Part three

©️ artwork commissioned by @vivi8bit ©️

“So lemme get this straight.” Fern crossed their arms over their chest, giving the large, handsome demon before him a once-over. “You’re the King of Hell, these other people...er, demons...are your royal court, and this...place...is your school?” 

Diavolo chuckled. “Yes it is- and you four are here as part of a continuation of our Exchange Program.” 

“So...like...we’re dead now..?” Heart glanced between the other three humans around him, trying to make sense of how the hell they winded up here. 

Diavolo let out a hearty laugh. “No, not at all. You four are here to serve as a tether to the human world and the Devildom. We only want peace between the three realms and for us to cohabitate and collaborate on imperative matters of these three realms. I promise you will learn more as you stay here.” 

“Okay but like. Is there at least going to be fun stuff for us to do like on a normal exchange trip?” Sarah paced around the room, eyeing each of the Seven Lords of Sin with hunger. “I want to have a good time, if you know what I mean.”

Asmo grinned widely as she flashed a cheeky smile. “Ohhh, I like this one.” 

“No more questions.” Lucifer huffed in annoyance, frustrated with how many times Diavolo had to explain himself to the humans. He wasn’t exactly hopeful about adding more students to the exchange program, figuring they had gotten extremely lucky with Storm, Solomon, and the angels on the first round. Now though, it would only be these four humans, divided into two rooms in the House of Lamentation. 

Vivi huffed in exasperation. “I was in the middle of something before you snapped your fingers and brought me to this stinky, crowded place. Didn’t your mothers teach you to ask permission before doing some bullshit like this?” 

“Watch your tongue in the presence of Lord Diavolo, Human.” Lucifer hissed, narrowing his eyes. “Let this be your only warning.” 

Vivi turned to him, clenching their fists at their side. “Wanna run that by me again, you vampire lookin-ass?” 

Lucifer felt anger bubble up in his chest, a dark aura beginning to surround his body. Before he could retort, Diavolo let out another hearty laugh. “Easy now, Lucifer. Vivi has a point, it was quite rude on my part to not give warning. But this will be your lives for the next year. I expect you to learn to get along, just as the last round of exchange students had. I expect this to be just as successful of an endeavor as last year.” 

“If Lucifer doesn’t kill one of them first.” Satan snickered under his breath, earing an irate glare from the eldest. 

 “Please tell me I ain’t gotta cart around any humans like last time. The Great Mammon doesn’t have time for that crap again!” 

“Oh, please.” Belphie retorted, rolling his eyes. “You wouldn’t stop sobbing for a whole week after Storm Left 3 months ago.” 

Mammon’s face burned hot with embarrassment. “Oi! Shut ya trap!”

“4 of you will be assigned a human to monitor.” Lucifer sighed, shooting a glare across his brothers. “If no one volunteers, I will pick at my own discretion.” 

Asmo shot to his feet, hand raised eagerly in the air. “OH! Me! Me! Pick me!” He giddily leaped over the table when Lucifer nodded with disdain at his eagerness. He ran up to Sarah, grabbing her hand tightly in his. “I pick this one!”

Sarah wiggled her eyebrows at him and let out a sinister giggle.

“No, Asmo.” Lucifer yanked him away, protesting whines sounding from both him and Sarah. “I will pick the human you get assigned to.” 

Asmo crossed his arms in frustration, mumbling about how it wasn’t fair to his reputation to be assigned someone like homework. Lucifer ignored him, eyeing the humans before him curiously. His gaze landed on Heart, who’s eyes had wandered to the decorative paneling on the ceiling. There was no doubt in his mind that this human would be the least troublesome, and would be a better fit to Asmo than the other three. 

“Heart.” Lucifer smiled as Heart’s attention jolted to him. “You will be paired with Asmo. Any problems or concerns you have will be directed to him first. He will be showing you around and helping you to adjust to life here.” 

“Sure, sounds fine I guess.” Heart wandered over to where Asmo stood, extending his hand in a greeting. 

Asmo took Heart’s hand in his, eyeing them for a moment. “I suppose this works.” He squeezed their hand tightly, pulling them flush against his hip. “I just hope you’re as darling as Storm was.” 

Lucifer shook his head, turning his attention back to his brothers. “Anyone else?” 

There was a pause, followed by awkward shifting amongst the council. Lucifer sighed, turning his attention to Belphegor. “Belphie. You will be paired with Fern.” 

“What?!” Belphie roared in anger, slamming his fists on the table. “Are you fucking kidding me?” 

Fern rolled their eyes. “Relax bro. I’m not to eager on this myself.” 

Belphie glared at Lucifer, staring him down to try to get his way. After a tense minute, he figured resisting would lead nowhere. Grumbling in frustration, as he made his way down to Fern’s side. 

“Satan.” Lucifer cracked a knowing smile, eager to see his reaction. Satan quirked an eyebrow, eager to see which of the remaining humans he would be stuck with- either the eager flirt, or the temperamental hermit. “You will be in charge of Vivi.” 

“I don’t need anyone to be in charge of me, Count Dracula.” Vivi hissed, crossing her arms tensely.

“Too bad.” He snapped back, gesturing for Satan to approach as he eyed his remaining 3 brothers. Vivi gritted her teeth as Satan stood by their side, throwing a glance in their direction. 

“Don’t worry, we can get him back later.” Satan whispered, grinning mischievously. Vivi refused to give a response, though would be lying if they said their interest wasn’t piqued. 

“Well, I suppose that leaves Sarah.” Diavolo mused. “Who will she be left to?” 

Lucifer sighed. “Well...I suppose it would be good for Leviathan to do some socializing-” 

“NoooooooooooooooOOOOOOO!” Levi howled, hiding his beet-red face in his hands. “You can’t do this to me Lucifer!” 

Lucifer let out an angry sigh, quite fed up with the behavior from his brothers. His voice came out at a volume barely below a yell. “I’ve had enough of this nonsense. When I tell you to do something, you better dammed well do it. No more complaints, no more whining. Just stick with your assigned human and show them around. That’s it!” 

The room went tersely quiet for a moment- so quiet that a pin could drop and echo throughout the room. Sensing an opportune moment to make their personality known, Fern smirked. 

“Okay, mom!” 

There was a pause as the words registered to everyone in the room. Suddenly the room erupted into cackling laughter amongst everyone but Lucifer, who stood with balled fists and rage brewing in his heart. Oh, how he wished Diavolo would have just asked Storm to come back to them.  At this point, he was unsure of if his blood pressure could handle the misfortune set to befall him with this set of hooligans.  

Diavolo gestured to Barbatos to retrieve a few seats for the two humans now in his audience. “Allow me to explain, Storm.”

Storm sat amongst the council as Diavolo explained “Phase two” of his exchange program. Ideally, He would have liked an exchange student from every continent, though the “random selection” process he tried seemed to be...inefficient. Not only did the random selection generate 3 exchange students from the mid-western United States, but those individuals where all the same race of human. Fortunately, they managed to get one from Spain, but it would seem that Diavolo’s methods were far from perfect in gaining perspectives from a variety of human experience. Regardless, the humans were embraced with open arms, and a lesson was learned about how to approach the next batch - should there be another. 

Storm plucked the light hairs on her knuckles as Diavolo spoke, anxiety rising at the idea of barging in on 4 strangers’ experience in Devildom. She found herself trying to fight off the intrusive thoughts about being selfish for wanting to come back without considering that the brothers had moved on with their lives without her. 

Perhaps she should too.

Storm stole a glance to Lucifer, unintentionally locking onto his intense, vermillion eyes. She immediately snapped her gaze away to a spot in the other direction, a blush forming on her cheeks. How long had he been staring at her like that..? Storm plucked faster at the hairs, anxiety rising in her stomach as her thoughts continued to race, realizing she had missed a chunk of what Diavolo had said. She hoped it wasn’t important...

“-and so we divided them equally amongst the two dormitories. Fern and Vivi are holed up in the House of Lamentation with the Brothers, while Heart and Sarah are in Purgatory Hall- though the Celestial realm was adamant in their denial of adding two more Angels for the exchange program.” Diavolo chuckled to himself. “Perhaps they were intimidated by how much Simeon and Luke enjoyed their stay.” 

Storm smiles, nodding in agreement. “So...these four exchange students...what are they like?” 

Lucifer sighed in- sudden frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Where do we even start with that hellish question?” 

Storm’s smile fell into a frown. “A-are they that bad?” 

Diavolo clasped a hand on her shoulder suddenly, causing her to nearly jump out of her seat. “Nonsense! Lucifer just hasn’t adjusted to their personalities yet. I find them delightful.” 

“Perhaps it would be best if you made your own judgements without us giving our thoughts.” Satan noted, nose deep into a book. Storm found herself wondering how much he had even been listening while so distracted, but somehow it seemed he had been able to process a majority of it. “That should be the best way to acquaint Storm to them.” 

“It’s hardly fair though.” Belphie murmured into the desk, slowly peaking an eye out from where his head was nestled into his folded arms. “We have told them all about Storm, so shouldn’t we tell her about them?” 

Storm’s stomach jumped to her throat and her inflection did nothing to hide the anxiety that was now omnipresent. “W-what?” 

All eyes fell on her, forgetting how anxious Storm was in the past with all of the new chaos that had clouded their minds. Malice inched closer to Storm, resting his head on her leg in an attempt to sooth her. Belphie clamped his mouth shut, burying his head back in his hands. 

“We just...we missed you so much, darling!” Asmo attempted to reassure her, but he saw his efforts were fruitless. 

“Yeah, we weren’t saying anything bad about you!” Levi added, a blush tinting his cheeks. “Just about how much you impacted us and stuff.” 

Storm took a deep breath, attempting to ease the turning motions in her tummy. The brothers looked amongst themselves, unsure of how to convince her that they had only said adoring things about her and gave the new students insight to her personality. Beelzebub stood from his seat and approached her. Malice grumbled softly, but made no move to stop the demon from wrapping Storm into a bear hug, squeezing her just enough to get her to wheeze out a breath. 

“We wouldn’t ever think of talking bad about you behind your back, Stormy.” Beelzebub whispered, giving her another gentle squeeze. “We just wanted them to love you just as much as we do, even if they didn’t get to meet you. Actually, they’re all seemed kind of bummed when we said we didn’t know if they’d get to meet you.” 

After taking a moment to chew on his words, Storm relaxed further into his hug. The growling from Malice subsided, nudging his nose against Storm’s leg to signal that it was going to be okay. As Beelzebub pulled away, his warm smile put Storm further at ease. The room collective breathed out a sigh of relief, grateful to Beel for always knowing what Storm needed to calm down. 

“Well, no more beating around the bush! We’ll put a pin in the remaining topics for this evening until next week, and I’ll let the brothers take you home to meet the Fern and Vivi. Barbatos and I will take Solomon to meet the other two at Purgatory Hall. Let’s convene tomorrow evening so we can all come together as a group and make formal introductions- that gives you some time to rest, Storm, and spend some much needed quality time with the brothers.” Diavolo leaned into her as he walked forward, ushering Solomon and Barbatos to follow. “Welcome back, Storm. We’ve missed you very much.” 

She smiled as he exited the chambers, feeling warmth spread through her. She was excited to be back, and she was glad that it appeared the others shared in that excitement. 

Storm chewed the inside of her cheek as she approached the House of Lamentation, anxious to know what the first two students would be like. Would they actually like her? Or was Beelzebub just trying to put her mind at ease...She found her thoughts wandering so fast that she could hardly here the arguing already starting between Mammon, Levi, and Asmo about who got to spend time with her first. Her gaze was fixated on Lucifer’s hand as he walked, trying to find comfort in the gentle sway as he gracefully moved across the sidewalk.  

Lucifer held the door as she, Malice, and the brothers flooded into the main foyer, all eagerly chatting away at how excited they were to have Storm back with them once again. The warmth that greeted her when walking through the threshold almost took her breath away. She paused for a moment, taking in the welcoming energy of the place she had called home. 

Lucifer watched as Storm’s lips spread into a delighted smile, the shine glistening in her eyes making his heart skip a beat. He smiled back as her feet finally moved forward, almost seeming like she was walking on air. He followed close behind, seemingly mesmerized by her contented attitude so soon after returning to Devildom. The presence of her Service Dog seemed to not bother him, despite the fact that the dog was always monitoring his every move. 

“Satan, would you mind grabbing Fern and Vivi from their rooms?” Lucifer requested, earing a glare from the 4th oldest. “Tell them they need to convene in the common area.” 

Satan grumbled, as he turned and trudged up the the stairs. Lucifer placed a hand to the small of Storm’s back, giving her a reassuring smile as he guided her to the common room. Storm took her place on the couch, Mammon, Levi, and Asmo immediately fighting for a seat on either side of her. It wasn’t until Lucifer’s gruff yell and Malice’s firm bark sounding off at once that they yelped, running to find another near-by place. Lucifer chuckled, finding humor in the personality of the dog matching his own. He settled in next to Storm’s side, awaiting the impending chaos that was sure to ensue.  

“Satan- you twink ass toe-head bitch- Let go of my arm or I’m ripping yours off!” 

Storm jumped at the intense yell from the hall. She swallowed the Lump in her throat as Satan’s smirking face appeared in the door way, dragging behind him an individual with long black hair streaked with purple. Their face was pale with dark makeup streaked across their eyes, piercings placed strategically on the bridge of their nose, their eyebrow, and their bottom lip. Their clothes were dark and baggy, reminiscent of late 90′s Punk fashion.  Following close behind, laughing manically, was another individual with messy moss-colored hair and numerous tattoos. Dirty denim overalls hung loose over mismatching socks and an asymmetrical button up. Both were relatively slender and around a similar height, both presenting themselves as the epitome of androgyny. 

“Whatcha need, old man? I wanna get back to my project for class so make it quick.” The green haired human snickered, smiling when Lucifer’s previously content face fell into a frown. Their eyes shifted to his side, where the small red-headed woman sat with an anxious smile on her lips. “Wait...Is this..?”

"Fern; Vivi- I would like you to meet our previous exchange student, who you already know much about. She is returning for a visit and will be staying with us while she's here."

"Hi..." Storm waves nervously, trying to make her smile a bit more confident. "I'm Storm."

Fern and Vivi both blinked back their surprise, the addition of another human completely unexpected. Though, for both of them, it wasn't completely unwelcome.

Fern returned Storm's smile with a toothy grin, immediately hopping over the coffee table and extending their hand. "I'm Fern!"

"Its nice to meet you." Storm extended her arm, which fern grabbed in a handshake and shook a bit too aggressively.

Vivi tilted their chin up from behind Fern, simply stating "Vivi. Or Vi. Either works." But made no effort to move forward.

Storm smiled back and them, giving them a nod. "Pleasured to meet you."

"IS THAT YOUR DOG AND CAN I PAT HIS GOOD LITTLE NOODLE?!" Fern blurted the words out as they squatted, gesturing out toward Malice, as if preparing to pat his head.

Storm giggled, raising an eyebrow. "Uh, yes. Just one second." Storm turned to the dog, muttering something to him before unhooking his harness. As if a completely new personality took over the previously calm and over-protective dog's body, Malice began excitedly wagging his tail and whining. Storm looked to Fern, gesturing to Malice. "He's Off-Duty now. Go right ahead."

"AW YEAAAAH!" Fern screeched, immediately patting the dog rapidly on the head. Malice's tail wagged faster at the action, excited to finally be receiving undivided attention from the other humans in the room. Fern ruffled his fur while yelling praises. "AHH YES. WHAT A GOOD BOY. A STRONG WORKING MAN, UNLIKE MOST OF THE MEN IN THIS HOUSE."

"Oi!" Mammon crossed his arms over his chest in a huff. "It ain't like you work either!"

Fern squished Malice's face, his tongue sticking out as his tail continued wagging. Their voice turned into baby speak, cooing at the dog while insulting the brothers in the process. "Whos the most useful man in this house. Is it you? Ooooh yes it's you!"

Storm could barely contain her laughter any more, nearly doubling over into Lucifers laugh as she let out the most ungodly snort. Fern was already growing on her, much to Lucifer's chagrin.

Vivi approached, pupils wide with excitement. She glanced at Storm, as if awaiting permission to also shower the dog in affection. Once she collected herself, she gestured toward Malice, smiling at Vivi. Vivi took the opportunity to kneel next to Fern, ruffling the fur on Malice's back while Fern continued to squish the droopy jowls of Malice's cheeks. The dog seemed to not be able to get enough, only growing aggressive when a few of the brothers tried to touch him. The exception was Beelzebub, who scratched just the right spot on Malice's rear, earing a few leg kicks in pleasure. Eventually, he was completely on his back, getting belly rubs from all three individuals who were cooing praise to the dog the whole time.

Lucifer finally had enough, clearing his throat, re-centering the focus of the room onto him. "Fern, you will be moving into Vivi's room and returning your old room to Storm. We are unsure how long she is staying, so we will assume it will be for the entire semester."

"WAIT." Vivi jumped to her feet, abandoning the joy she felt in petting the dog and assuming a fighting stance. "FERN WILL DO WHAT?"

"AW YEAH!" Fern screeched jumping to their feet in a similar squat to before. "ROOMIEEESSS!"

"No. Nonononno NO. NO! Lucifer, you cannot be serious!" Vivi yelled startling Storm with such a drastic change in demeanor.

"I will not be arguing with you about this Vivi. Storm is like family to us. Thus, she deserves her own space."

Storm felt her heart flutter at Lucifer's words. He saw her as family too??

"This is completely unfair!" Vivi balled her fists in rage, as if ready to begin pummeling the eldest at any moment. "She just drops in and uproots our living situation? Why can't she share a room with Fern?"

"EVEN BETTER!" Fern made grabby hands toward Malice, eager to continue petting the huge dog.

"I would be willing to do that..." Storm added, meekly, gently touching Lucifer's forearm. "I would even sleep in the attic, o-or the couch in the library....I don't want to cause a fuss over-"

"It's been decided." Lucifer interjected, eyeing Storm from his peripherals. "This is the end of this conversation, Vivi. Switch your room with Fern while we fix dinner."

"But-" Vivi and Storm attempted to argue, but Lucifer stood and walked out of the room without another word.

Vivi snapped their attention toward Storm, the once indifferent eyes now showing pure disdain. They scrunched their nose up in anger, their fists shaking slightly before immediately turning and stomping out of the room. Storm swallowed hard, her hands now shaking as anxiety slithered through her body.

Fern sighed, clasping a hand to Storm's shoulder. "Ah, don't worry about them. They'll get over it. They just have a short fuse is all, and they value their space."

Storm nodded sadly as Fern turned and walked out of the room, presumably to begin moving their few belongings to the spare bed in the room Vivi was living in- which Storm assumed to be the room previously dedicated to Lilith. Soon after, the room was alive again with the brother' chatter- save for Mammon, who was called in to fix dinner for everyone.

Storm sighed. Perhaps this wouldn't be as easy of an adjustment as she was hoping it would be.

#5 sides of human #obey me! #obey me #shall we date: obey me #obey me swd #obm #fic #obey me fic #obey me mc: vivi #obey me mc: fern #obey me mc: storm #obey me mc: heart #obey me mc: sarah #obey me comedy #obey me au #obm comedy #obm au #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me mc #obm mc #my mc