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sirenpearldust · 15 days

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Pearl

Pair: Eris x reader; Lucien x reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.191

Warnings: Lucien is only mentioned, unrequited love, fluff, angst, arranged marriage, mentions of pregnancy and virginity

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Once you two were the closest of friends and now you were his wife.

The marriage wasn't terrible, he was a good husband, but your heart belonged to Lucien.

You had been terribly in love with him for as long as you could remember, your heart would often feel like it was about to burst out of your chest. The similarities between Eris and Lucien didn't make it any easier.

"Have you thought of any names yet?" you asked softly, struggling to zip your dress.

Eris approached, offering his assistance, his upper body bare and sweaty.

Multiple freckles adorned his exercise-hardened body, stretching across his skin.

He looked too good; you shouldn’t be drawn to him. Your heart belongs to his brother. You cursed yourself for thinking about Lucien while drooling over Eris.

Yet, those shoulders, those full lips, and seeing him sometimes in uniform made you feel delirious.

He appeared composed, unlike you, showing no signs of breathlessness after everything you did.

He smirked as if he knew what you'd been thinking.

"What?" you asked.

Eris smiled warmly, remarking, "Considering you're eyeing me, like my brothers do with Mother's strawberry cake, I think I look good."

You laughed.

"You look horrible," you blurted out. "Your ego shouldn't become bigger."

Eris only chuckled finally securing the zipper.

You turned around, looking up at him. His russet eyes were filled with love and a dazzling smile stretched across his face. He seemed happy you noted.

"Stop smiling," you demanded.

"I'm not responsible for what my face does when you talk," Eris replied with a grin.

His hands sought your waist, drawing you close, chest to chest.

"I think we've had enough for today," you interjected, placing your hands between you two, creating a small distance. He merely laughed, nuzzling his head into your neck, inhaling your scent.

"We are now husband and wife, don't be shy now, there is nothing wrong with me hugging you. Hugging my wife," he said. You playfully hit him.

"I've picked some names. I just hope you like them," he said, his voice slightly muffled.

He kept running his nose along your neck, making you shiver and softly laugh.

Running your hands through his soft hair, you felt him shudder in response, a quiet sigh escaping his lips.

He fought the urge to confess.

I am in love with you. I've been in love with you since forever.

Pulling his face from your neck, he gazed into your eyes. His right hand slowly rose to tenderly caress your cheek before he kissed your forehead.

Guilt consumed you, weighing heavily on your conscience for entertaining thoughts of his brother while fully aware of Eris's feelings for you.

He wasn't subtle in his behavior around you, he looked out for you, even as you were foolishly in love with Lucien, who already had a mate and had been courting her.

Perhaps Eris was meant to be your mate, perhaps the bond would snap while being with him. Either way, you couldn't abandon him, you owed him your loyalty, as he deserved it.

"You're cute," he chuckled, watching your face scrunch up in an adorable manner.

"What?" you asked, puzzled.

"I said you look stupid," he snickered mischievously.

"Eris! How dare you!" you exclaimed, mouth agape at his audacity.

He laughed out loud as you attempted to wriggle out of his hug.

While watching you, doubts slowly began to surface. Although you were now officially his wife, he knew you were still in love with Lucien.

He desired to win you over, a goal he'd set since your first meeting.

He remembered it, clear as day.

He was mean to you and despite being the high lord's son, you had fearlessly insulted him, causing Lucien to burst into laughter and your own parents to scold you.

Now years later, you were attempting to conceive a child because Beron desired it.

He believed that your power would be a valuable addition to the blood line, so the marriage was arranged.

You bid farewell to your friends and family, knowing that you couldn't see them as often as before. You had taken on new responsibilities .

Raised in a wealthy and affluent family, you were perceived as family-oriented, educated, and poised in Beron’s eyes, despite the fact that your siblings might beg to differ.

In his eyes, you were a precious pearl, untainted and pure.

The sight of your bloodied sheets on the wedding night confirmed to him that you were a virgin, worthy of his son and as the princess of his court.

To you it was a dumb tradition that needed to disappear, a rule discriminating against females. It held power over them while men faced no such restrictions.

Despite being over 300 years old, you had never been intimate with anyone. Eris was surprised, he had expected the opposite.

Nevertheless, he was deeply in love with you, unable to imagine life without you - he would have taken you regardless. Still the mere thought of someone else being with you filled him with raging jealousy.

You upheld that tradition yourself, not only due to your families pressure but also out of a lack of interest in giving yourself to someone, only to potentially regret it later; at least with a husband, you reasoned, he would be bound to you.

It didn't mean that you were inexperienced or unaware of what needed to be done and how to do it, you weren't naive.

Marrying Eris and having a child with him would secure your family's high status, even though your father strongly opposed the union. Your father had different plans, and a marriage to the heir of the court wasn't part of them.

You and Eris each reassured your father and mother that you would be protected.

He himself promised you, to save you from the same fate as his mothers.

Your wedding was a grand affair, with a significant amount of money spent and all your loved ones in attendance, except for Lucien.

He couldn't risk his life by attending but sent a heartfelt letter wishing you happiness and asking you to inform him if Eris ever wronged you.

As wedding presents he sent you a beautiful blue dress, reminiscent of the night sky, a solar system from the Dawn Court, along with books from the Day Court.

The sweetness of his gestures moved you to tears, deepening your love for him and making you feel ugly as you were now married to Eris.

Eris, always protective of you, became even more obsessed and vigilant after the wedding. He was somewhat relieved that Lucien couldn't attend, despite missing his brother dearly. Eris feared that your love for Lucien might grow stronger, causing you to lose any affection for him.

But that’s not the only thing he had been worrying about.

Unbeknownst to you, he secretly has been using a forbidden tonic to reduce his fertility.

You having a child would jeopardize his plans, it would put you in harms way if anything were to go wrong.

And he wanted to win your heart over before burdening you with a child.

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Notes: I hate University 😭

Also sorry for the mistakes was to tired might correct them someday🫠

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tired-teacher-blog · 5 months

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Characters : Tattoo artist Aizawa/ Florist fem reader

Featuring : Eri/ Hizashi Yamada/ Nemuri Kayama/ Oboro Shirakumo/ Emi Fukukado

Warnings and Genre : Fluff/ Romance/ Smut and Angst in future chapters/ Multi Chaptered Story

Summary : In a desperate attempt to get closer to the tattoo artist dominating every speck of your brain, you decide to pay him a visit one evening as a client seeking his service. This encounter will prove to be the beginning of something much bigger between you two, but will this new found passion be enough to stand against the difficulties your future holds?

Notes : Loosely inspired by this/ Art below is by the wonderful @/ael-draw who gifted me this gorgeous piece.

Masterlist|Second Masterlist|Third Masterlist

Chapter Count : Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11

It has been a week already since that fateful day, and during the time nothing has really changed for you, you still get up early to go to work and spend the day relishing the happy smiles and cute stories of your customers as they rave about their dear ones who'd be receiving the fragrant blooms.

You still watch out the window for the locked tattoo studio across the street, breathing heavily as time nears his arrival.

You still roam the fictional realm you've built for yourself and the artist named Aizawa, your heart still skips a beat whenever your eyes meet with his black ones, and your mind still goes blank every evening when he greets you.

One thing has changed since then though, and it's the beautiful red rose traced on your skin.

You smile melancholically as you run your fingers along it, it's healing nicely but your heart is not, so maybe you will have to finally let go of your delusions, you -at least- have a reminder of him engraved in your skin now, and that's more than you can dream of attaining.

_ "Hello." a voice brings you back to your senses, a new costumer perhaps.

_ "Welcom.." you start as you shake off your innermost thoughts and prepare to receive the mysterious person, but this person is not mysterious at all, "Mr Aizawa." this person is him.

He stands a bit awkwardly at the door, smiling sheepishly while shoving his hands in his pants' pockets.

He looks almost cute, it's a new side of him that you're not used to seeing, but you love it.

_ "Please come in," you round the counter in a hurry to reach him, almost tripping over your own two feet in the process, "welcome to my humble shop."

You have never seen him under the illumination of daylight before, but now that you have, your amazement is only growing and your wish to take in every small detail of his handsome face is dominating your whole body.

_ "This place is beautiful, really soothing and serene." his eyes travel across every cozy corner of your little shop, lingering on the gorgeous flowers as they stood proudly in their vases.

_ "That's.. so nice of you, thank you, it really means a lot." never in a million years would you have thought to hear him mention your shop, let alone visit it, and it feels like a dream.

_ "So, you must be wondering why I'm here," he clears his throat before uttering, running a hand through his luscious locks as he continues, "I wanted to check in on you and see if you're healing well," he continues while glancing at your arm.

_ "Oh! Yeah.. yes, it feels so much better, it's almost completely healed actually," you are caught off guard by his statement, bringing your arm up slightly and staring at your new tattoo just so you wouldn't look at him, since the blush creeping up your cheeks is now too bright to hide.

_ "Great, and it looks good on you by the way." he replies softly, and you can clearly sense a smile in his words, but you're still too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

The air is strangely pleasant and comfortable around you, even though it probably shouldn't be, considering the circumstances, but you've always felt this way with him near, and you've always found it weird, that the mere thought of him is enough to calm your heart.

_ "Mr Aizawa!" your head snaps up abruptly, and your eyes sparkle as you call out his name -perhaps a bit louder than you have hoped- before running to the section of your shop where the dark pink roses are displayed, and leaving the stunned man behind.

His mouth falls slightly open, and his eyes blink in confusion while watching you skillfully cut the fresh blooms at a perfect angle and gather them in a stunning bouquet before walking back to him.

_ "These are for you," you hold out the roses for him, a shy smile appears on your face as you do, "the dark pink ones are a sign of appreciation and gratitude, and this is exactly how I feel right now," you lower your head again as your blush deepens, "you were so sweet and patient with me when I came to your studio, I will never forget that."

He takes the bouquet from your extended hands and holds it close to himself, but for once he seems lost for words as his eyes move between you and the sweet scented flowers, so you continue, "I know this is probably not something that would normally interest you, but I hope you don't hate them too much." and you giggle shyly while fiddling with your fingers.

_ "I love them, they're as beautiful as you are." his gaze is trained on you as he breathes out, and he does not miss the slight shiver shaking your body when hearing his words.

He pauses for a moment, contemplating what to say next before it turns awkward around you.

_ "So, there is something that I want to ask you," his tone turns into a serious one, prompting a hitch in your breathing as you eagerly await for him to continue, and he does, "would you like to go out with me for dinner sometime?"

He's asking you out, he actually is, this isn't a dream is it? What if you're misunderstanding? He can't possibly mean for it to be anything intimate or romantic like you hope it would be, right? There is no way..

_ "You mean.." you have to make sure, but the words refuse to leave your mouth.

_ "I mean, would you like to go on a date with me?" there, he said it for you.

A rush of emotions ripples through you as your mouth falls open and your eyes widen in sheer surprise, you have always dreamt of this moment and even built it up in your brain ever since you laid eyes on him, yet never have you ever thought it would come to be, but this isn't a fantasy anymore, this is real.

_ "Yes, yes I'd love that."

To be continued..

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bibibbon · 4 days

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MHA chapter 420 rant

New chapter new rant it's become somewhat of a thing at this point 😭

So hori's out here deflating any stakes or tension as always. I personally hated what happend last chapter with Izuku losing both his arms but I did wish for hori to continue on the path he chose instead of completely reversing it with some bs in this chapter. Heck I don't understand how Eri even had enough energy to heal his arms considering it was stated chapters before that she couldn't and shouldn't help Izuku it wasn't her fight and neither should she be forced to watch what's going on but here we are.

Heroes are hypocrites when it comes to Eri and she deserves better. Oh Eri the ever so lasting plot device. As someone that likes Eri's character and wished for her trauma and what she went through to be explored this is just bs and shows that the heroes are incompetent hypocrites at their jobs for allowing Eri to mutilate herself (the same thing overhaul did to himself) so she can be useful to these people who she views as her saviours?!?!?! Let's not even tall about the fact that ECTOPLASM stated that he helped her with that and allowed her to do that like?!?!? You're an adult who is supposed to be supervising the child and you almost failed to stop her from running away into the battlefield but allowed her to do that to herself. Let's also talk about how aizawa horribly failed as a guardian like its clearly stated in the chapter that she did want she did because she was inspired by aizawa and how he cut his leg off so she mimicked him so she can be helpful?!?! Aizawa isn't angry, worried or disappointed but shocked and that's it nothing else he doesn't even reprimand her like seriously 😑.

Present mic and kurogiri deserves better. We still don't know where present mic is but he deserves better than this I still hate how his feelings aren't acknowledged in this bs and he is just there pushed to the side as support. Kurogiri is a mix at this point they seem to realise that oh oboro is dead he ain't coming back but kurogiri is acting on memories that haven't died and to be honest Iam sick of hori drawing the same memory panel over and over we should just get new content show us them play fighting or doing something that friends do idk 🤷‍♀️

Wasted potential aizawa at this point. I lasted made a post about aizawas wasted potential but dam does it really show and basically at this point hori reduced all the characters involved in the kurogiri situation to just that and it's sad like we could of had more and we should of. Aizawa was doomed from the start as he was hori's mouthpiece which sucks

Iam not a fan of everyone coming in to fight AFO. I already hate the fact that AFO is back but having everyone who hasn't had a big moment or can still fight yet come into the fight is horrible. Iam ok with having a few characters come in but having some endgame avengers type of thing is horrible especially because class 1A and izuku aren't shown to have a strong bond a lot of the time it's one of the reasons why the vigilante arc fails and why a lot of other moments concerning class 1A and izuku fail.

Iam a fan of the civilians trying to help however they can but no inko?!?!!?!!. I loved that we got the page of civilians genuinely wanting to help Izuku and offering their shirts to stop the bleeding also even though we don't get much from the all might guy I genuinely loved the development he has gone through. Sadly, I was expecting to see inko in this chapter and considering we had a whole page dedicated to the civilians it's sad that we didn't get any update on inko as she was probably there watching what happend to her son

Eri's dream. I loved that Eri's dream is something way outside of heroics and it's something that doesn't involve her quirk at all. It makes me remember of izuku holding her hand and telling her that he supports her dream. I wonder if Eri and jirou hang out often or anything considering that jirou is Eri's inspiration or if present mic also inspired Eri. it's sad that Eri's character is never truly explored considering what happend to her this chapter and the double standards that are with both heroes and villains.

ALSO MONOMA YOU DESERVE BETTER YALL TELLING ME THAT DENKI ALREADY QUIRK EXHAUSTED IS OUT HERE FIGHTING BUT MONOMA CANT FOR SOME REASON IS VILE

#mha critical #bnha critical #mha #hori is a bad writer #horikoshi critical #izuku deserves better #eri deserves better #mha 420 #bhna critical #bnha #i dont know #monoma deserve better #present mic deserves better #kurogiri deserves better

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a-driftamongopenstars · 10 months

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Drifter/Eris, “you shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”

thank you for the prompt! :) i know it's been a while, but it really fits in current events and my brain is full of these two, soo...

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ // sentence starters prompts // also on ao3

Eris lifts her face up to the cool winds of Titan. The broken, shattered pieces of civilization surround her, cluttering the horizon line. The Hive screams somewhere, always roiling in the depths of metallic corridors which they have taken for themselves.

And yet, she feels calm.

Eris has come here in caution, to see the progress of the salvage jobs. To see Sloane, perhaps, if she could muster the courage and the words to say to her. Eris wishes she could come see Ahsa, too, ask questions of her, but Eris wants to be patient.

Instead, she admires the view.

Footsteps, heavy announcement against the grated metal plates, approach. She needs not turn to know it to be the Drifter's steps.

"Germaine," she says with a breathe of softness that makes her chest ache. She forgot she could do this. Be gentle, say words with a meaning from her heart.

"Moondust," he replies curtly. His coin tinkles as he throws and catches it, over and over. "You shouldn't be out here by yourself."

"I am not by myself," she objects, turning to look at him. Her eyes, all three in poisonous green, focus on him.

"You know what I mean," he looks away. "Titan ain't a safe place, never has been. Now more than ever."

"So it seems."

"I keep worrying if I take a wrong turn, I'll just run straight into good ole Xivu. Who's gonna run the Gambit then?"

"I'm sure there would be arrangements," Eris replies, weighing her words before going on. "But I would rather you do not run into the Hive God of War."

"Care about the Drifter, huh?"

She takes a pause. What a stupid question, she thinks. He keeps playing those strange word games she does not understand nor wants to play. Of course, she cares. Has she not shown it enough? Not said enough?

The agitation must have seeped through her walls, because the Drifter moves, and Eris feels something heavy rest atop her shoulders.

"Here, Moondust," he says casually. "Don't catch a cold."

She feels it, his coat, heavy folds and the scent. Eris shivers harder, not from the weather nor the winds, but the warmth of affection, stored in that single gesture. With one hand, she draws the coat closer around herself, like a protective cocoon.

When she turns to speak to him, the Drifter is gone. But his warmth remains, all around her. And if Eris reads him correctly, this was more than a token of care. That was an invitation, for she must go see him to return the coat.

Eris turns back to the methane oceans and hides a hint of a smile in the folds of the coat. All the Drifter's games.

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 spoilers #drifteris #the drifter #eris morn #fanfiction #driftcreates #i'm so soft about them help...

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sereia1313 · 18 days

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VOICEMAIL:

For sesskag.

“A million dollars? I’d fuck him for a plate of spaghetti and a mismatched pair of socks.”

I shouldn't expect anything less than chaos from you @mrfeenysmustache but I can't even complain because this prompt is AMAZING! Also, I managed to work in a sweater vest for you 😉😉😉.

SessKag - “A million dollars? I’d fuck him for a plate of spaghetti and a mismatched pair of socks.”

“So what do you think of the new prof?” Yuka asked. Kagome could tell she was grinning even without looking up from her notebook, choosing not to answer.

Not that she needed to; Ayumi and Eri were giggling too much for her to get a word in edgewise, anyway. No one would know they were in their final year of university instead of high school, with how they never stopped gossiping about boys.

And Professor Taisho was no boy.

She was surprised her friends were passing the class, considering how often they talked about him. She understood why. The professor was over six feet of toned muscle, clad in thin-rimmed glasses and a sweater vest, and there was a neverending conversation about how they wanted to corrupt him.

Kagome had signed up for his class because he was the leading historian in Japanese mythology. She wanted to write children’s books, to turn real legends into stories that would capture their imagination. But she needed a degree in history first.

Looking down at her notebook, she made a face. She’d drawn him again. She retraced the line of his jaw, adding a bit of shadow behind his ears. Her friends were the ones who talked about him, but she was the one who was distracted.

It was the eyes that did it.

Kagome had always been curious as a child, but there was something about Professor Taisho’s eyes, something about his knowledge of deities and demons that went beyond simple studying. It drew her in again and again, to the point where her hand had a mind of its own, filling her notebook with sketches of him from all angles.

“Would it kill you to take a break from studying for five minutes?” Eri whined.

Yuka scoffed, nudging her in the ribs. “Yeah, right. You could offer her a million dollars to get naked with him, and she’d turn it down.”

Hiding her doodle, Kagome leaned back with a grin. “A million dollars? I’d fuck him for a plate of spaghetti and a mismatched pair of socks.” Their jaws fell open at her confession, squirming in their seats as she laughed. “Wasn’t that what you wanted to hear?”

A cough sounded from behind them, and Kagome whirled around, coming face to face with the subject of their discussion. His vest was lavender today, and he placed her most recent essay on the table next to her. She swallowed a groan, attempting to slam her notebook shut as her friends scrambled away in embarrassment.

“I would advise you to spend more time on your studies, but I cannot deny your expertise in the subject matter.”

Kagome flushed. “Thanks, professor. I kinda like your class.”

“So I have noticed.” He leaned closer, tapping her notebook. “Your notes are meticulous.” The heat increased as she realized she hadn’t shut it fully, landing on a sketch of him half turned away from the board, coiffed hair covering one eye.

“It helps me focus,” she said lamely. She’d never pass his course now. He’d probably report her for harassment.

He turned the book around, inspecting the lines of her drawing, and Kagome swallowed thickly, able to smell his cologne at this proximity. Something flashed in his eyes, the edge of his lips twitching. “You will likely find a better angle during my office hours,” he said, tone smug.

Kagome gaped, certain she’d misheard him. “What?”

The twitch turned into a smirk. “I am not a fan of spaghetti, though, so you will have to find another type of cuisine to entice me.”

Her mouth snapped shut, the heat in her face returning for a different reason, and he closed her notebook, then tapped the 100 on the front of her essay. “Keep up the good work, Higurashi.” He continued on his way, handing out the rest of the assignments, but he didn’t linger with anyone else, and she was left wondering if she’d imagined the entire thing.

As he made his way to the front of the room, he caught her eye again, flecks of gold shining through hazel, and he tilted his head to match the drawing he’d been looking at.

Apparently, Professor Taisho was not only tempting but a tease, and Kagome wasn’t sure she would survive the semester.

“So what do you think of the new prof?” Yuka asked. Kagome could tell she was grinning even without looking up from her notebook, choosing not to answer.

And Professor Taisho was no boy.

It was the eyes that did it.

“Would it kill you to take a break from studying for five minutes?” Eri whined.

Yuka scoffed, nudging her in the ribs. “Yeah, right. You could offer her a million dollars to get naked with him, and she’d turn it down.”

“I would advise you to spend more time on your studies, but I cannot deny your expertise in the subject matter.”

Kagome flushed. “Thanks, professor. I kinda like your class.”

“It helps me focus,” she said lamely. She’d never pass his course now. He’d probably report her for harassment.

Kagome gaped, certain she’d misheard him. “What?”

The twitch turned into a smirk. “I am not a fan of spaghetti, though, so you will have to find another type of cuisine to entice me.”

As he made his way to the front of the room, he caught her eye again, flecks of gold shining through hazel, and he tilted his head to match the drawing he’d been looking at.

Apparently, Professor Taisho was not only tempting but a tease, and Kagome wasn’t sure she would survive the semester.

“So what do you think of the new prof?” Yuka asked. Kagome could tell she was grinning even without looking up from her notebook, choosing not to answer.

And Professor Taisho was no boy.

It was the eyes that did it.

“Would it kill you to take a break from studying for five minutes?” Eri whined.

Yuka scoffed, nudging her in the ribs. “Yeah, right. You could offer her a million dollars to get naked with him, and she’d turn it down.”

“I would advise you to spend more time on your studies, but I cannot deny your expertise in the subject matter.”

Kagome flushed. “Thanks, professor. I kinda like your class.”

“It helps me focus,” she said lamely. She’d never pass his course now. He’d probably report her for harassment.

Kagome gaped, certain she’d misheard him. “What?”

The twitch turned into a smirk. “I am not a fan of spaghetti, though, so you will have to find another type of cuisine to entice me.”

As he made his way to the front of the room, he caught her eye again, flecks of gold shining through hazel, and he tilted his head to match the drawing he’d been looking at.

Apparently, Professor Taisho was not only tempting but a tease, and Kagome wasn’t sure she would survive the semester.

Thanks for the prompt!

Part of my dialogue/drabble ask Voicemail. Asks are still open!

#sereia1313 #voicemail #voicemail fic #spill the tea #ask games #my inbox is always open #200 fics #dialogue ask game #dialogue prompt #keep them coming #sesskag #sesskag fanfiction #sesskag fanfic #mrfeenysmustache #chaos #mutuals

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class1akids · 1 year

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Based on the leaks, what do you thing about all the Shinso's power explanation around the Machia brainwash

Shinsou's power already went through a weird off-screen power-up (before the Aoyama's) and now it seems to go to a weird nerf ("I can't make them do anything they don't secretly want").

Personally, I think it's plot convenience so that the heroes don't look bad weaponizing Machia, because he wanted to throw rocks at AFO anyways.

I find also the explanation kind of weird - AFO left Machia hidden, entrusted him to Shigaraki / Other me. In the PLF War, Machia couldn't do anything without instructions and was ready to die for AFO, but not now he's grumpy that he was left alone?

Idk - I'll have to see with the proper translations if I can make sense of it.

But I also find it iffy bc if Machia has free will after all, he does bear some responsibility for all casualties he caused on his way and that shouldn't be swept under the rug.

Anyways, I'm really not that invested in Machia, so I'm unlikely to try to waste brain-power on this.

For me, BNHA is interesting on the character's emotional growth / dynamics.

The power system / power scaling / quirk limits is something Horikoshi stopped caring about right around the Overhaul arc with the wishing energy and Eri's unexplained powers / quirk mechanics. It sucks, but it's not worth wasting much analysis on, because he visibly doesn't put a lot of thought into it, beyond what he wants to draw.

#c1a asks #bnha manga leaks #bnha manga spoilers #bnha 384 #bnha critical #it is what it is #i maintain that the world building of this manga sucks

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fire-fira · 3 months

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A list of random (hilarious as shit) bad shark movies that I might or might not have Eddie subject La'gaan to in my first DC Rarepair Week fic:

This first one is a little on the nose, but--

Devil Fish. A shark-octopus hybrid. South Florida coast. With a line up of characters that sounds like the set up for a joke following the words '-walk into a bar'. Freaking 2.7 stars. It sounds delightfully horrible.

2) Then we've got--

"Amphibious shark-like monster"-- because why not? (I freaking hope this thing has legs. If it's like one of those shark puppy drawings I'll be cry-laughing.) This one's got a 5 star rating, but considering it's from '98 I'm kind of hoping it's one of those cases of 'so bad it's actually good'.

3) This though... Dear gods... 😂

ATOMIC. SHARK. 2.7 stars. And a shark that looks like it has a freaking bomb strapped to it because why the hell not? What's more destructively nonsensical and what-the-actual-fuck than gods-damned bomb-toting sharks?

4) And because someone had to almost combine a shark with a fucking xenomorph--

Toxic Shark. 3.3 stars. Not only is the shark somehow poisonous and "infesting" the water (seriously, how tf does a single animal 'infest' anything? You kind of need a lot of them for 'infesting' to be the right term here), but it has projectile acid spit. That it can apparently fire out of the water at its prey. Because WHY NOT?

5) Of course the what-the-fuck-ery can't stop there--

--because mother-fucking Sand Sharks. 2.7 stars. If I watch this one, istg I want this to feel like it should be a side thing to the Tremors series. I want it to be so hilariously stupid and nonsensical that it feels like it should exist in the same world.

6) Considering I've mentioned this one before in some of my headcanon posts of what Eddie would expose La'gaan to, I'd be remiss if I didn't include--

Ghost Shark. 3.3 stars. Because if you want shark movie crack, this is SHARK MOVIE CRACK. (Last time I saw this one there were some moments I was laughing so hard I was damn near wheezing. The deaths are just... so hilariously stupid. I can't.)

7) Ah, but guess what--

Did you know there's a Ghost Shark 2? Because I sure as hell didn't. 2.6 stars. I'm honestly hoping-- if I do see it-- that it's just as much wtf CRACK as the first one.

8) This one... I shouldn't pick on the anatomy of this thing, but--

Dinoshark. 3.2 stars. They straight up slapped a t-rex-like head on that thing. Why does it have a t-rex head? I don't know! Doesn't matter! It's a ✨dinoshark✨! It doesn't have to make sense! (Though I do have to wonder if it has a neck, because at this angle I can't tell. lol)

9) I didn't think it was possible to get this low on this list, and yet--

Jurassic Shark, at a whopping 1.5 stars. On one hand I'm curious because of that old trope of 'It was frozen in ice, but it thawed out and is still aliiiive!!!!' and I want to see just how bad it is. On the other hand, with it being the only one on this list so far to hit 1.5 stars, I do have my concerns that it'll drop from 'so bad it's hilarious' to just straight up 'OOF, this is baaad.'

10) This one, ngl, is here just because this description is making me crack up to no end.

The Shark Hunter. 5.1 stars. "A crusty recluse-" gross, but hilarious "-on a Caribbean island who is dedicated to destroying sharks-" dude why? Get a fucking hobby ffs. "-gets involved in a hunt for buried treasure." Because shark movies, wanting to be the source of the shark-pocalypse (against sharks), and being crusty and reclusive just naturally goes with treasure-hunting. Yeah. (And wtf is up with that spear he's holding and that thin-ass headband? What is even the point of that thing?)

11) And then there's more 'Let's fuck with nature via fictional science because fuck if it makes sense if it looks cool enough!'

SharkMan. 3.1 stars. Ngl, I barely remember this one-- I think I may have seen it once-- but if it is what I'm remembering then it's some solid what-the-fuck-ery.

12) omg... I can't... wtf... I never knew this one existed. Send help. I am freaking cracking up even thinking about this. JFC.

SHARK EXORCIST. Because it's not enough to have a monster-movie shark with all the nonsensical what-the-fuck bullshit that's involved, but let's have fucking Satan possess a gods-damned shark. 😂😂😂😂 1.3 stars! It's apparently worse than Jurassic Shark! This one might be so bad it's worth it, I don't know. All I know is that I am mcfuckin' losing it over how hilarious this sounds.

13) Wtf.... Was the other SharkMan a sequel? Idek...

Anyway, Sharkman (without 'Man' having the initial letter capitalized), from 2001 (whereas the one higher up on this list is from 2005). 2.3 stars. I'm honestly not sure if this is the one I vaguely remember, or if it's the 2005 one, but either way 'We fucked around and found out with science that doesn't have to make sense because it looks cool!'

14) Pffft. And speaking of things that don't follow logic--

Roboshark! 3 stars! Because a shark biting an alien spacecraft will, 100% for certain, magically make said shark a cyborg-shark. Yup. That's totally how that works. Totally. (This one is absolutely up for consideration because I'm just dying over imagining poor La'gaan going, "That's not how that works! That's not how any of this works!!!")

15) a;lsdkjldsjd;lfa;ldj

Sharkenstein?! Mother-fucking Sharkenstein?! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂Holy shit. 2.1 stars. Because why not have the reanimated sewn-together multi-corpse of a shark put together in World War II rampaging around? OMFGGGGGGG

16) omg, now we're going freaking Nightmare On Elm Street with sharks--

Nightmare Shark. 3.6 stars. People. Being hunted. By a "supernatural shark". In their dreams. TELL ME that doesn't sound like Nightmare On Elm Street But Sharks. 'Oh don't sleep, or Sharky Krueger will get you!' I now want to see this shark and Freddy Krueger in a knife fight in an Applebee's parking lot. lol

17) Pffft. Talk about understanding the assignment.

Bad CGI Sharks. 4.6 stars. If you know it's going to be a bad shark movie, then why not deliberately make it as bad as possible by having shitty CGI sharks pop into reality from a script you were writing and just have everything go tits-up like something that'd make about as much sense as Alice's trip to Wonderland? (Ngl, it sounds like they had waaaaayyyy too much fun with this one.)

18) Oh my f- This is like they're dealing with a raccoon. A giant fucking raccoon with giant sharp and pointy teeth, and I just- omfggggg--

House Shark. 3.7 stars. An ex-cop finds out his house is occupied by a 'house shark' and needs the help of a freaking real estate agent and an exterminator. JFC. IT'S A FUCKING RACCOON. 😂

I am freaking dying. lol

Some of these won't make the cut for whichever one I decide to include mention of in my fic due to time placement, but I definitely have a better idea of some of the possibilities.

(I might throw in a poll in a reblog for the most likely possibilities to see if there are any that are really jumping out to people from this list.)

#Devilfish #La'gaan #Eddie Bloomberg #shark movies #DC Rarepair Week #my life #writing things #I am freaking dying y'all

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practically-an-x-man · 1 month

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What are your OCs most petty pet peeves? The one thing that really shouldn't annoy them, but somehow it just drives them up the wall?

Oooooh good one!!

Rae: She knows they're just trying to help, but... when she's in a foreign country to learn a language, and the locals hear her struggle with the new language and end up switching to English. It's a nice thought, but she's there to learn and switching to English means she doesn't get experience with the new language

Robin: I don't know how petty this is since it's really a legitimate concern... but people who learn she reads lips and proceed to over-enunciate and speak at glacial speeds, which is just harder to make sense of.

Madison: Cannot stand people taking her food. She does not share food. She will make food for others, she loves to bake and give out treats, but there's no "can I have one of your fries?" or "you can try a bite of mine if I try a bite of yours". She knows it's silly, but she was food-insecure for a lot of years while living out in the woods, so she can't bring herself to surrender any part of a meal.

Ophelia: She gets annoyed with how often the news tries to rebrand her as "the new Doc Ock" - she avoided that mantle out of respect to her father, her hero name is Argonaut and has never been Doc Ock, but it's hard to keep the news from using it to stir up drama.

Jasper: Used to get really annoyed at people's reactions to their natural Cajun accent, even to the point that they dropped the accent most of the time - you're in New Orleans, people, you're going to hear some Cajun folks! And their accent does not make them any less professional than people with a more Northern accent!

Katherine: Generally, a lot of typical artist's pet peeves related to her sketchbook - don't ask her to draw you, don't flip through her sketchbook when she's showing off one drawing, don't look over her shoulder while she's working... art is a very personal, intimate thing, and a lot of people don't understand that.

Quinn: People correcting her when she mixes her metaphors - it's a running joke with Billy, but irritating when it comes from anyone else. That, or people going out of their way to "accommodate her" in a way that just becomes pushy, and less helpful than just leaving her alone.

Kestrel: It doesn't happen often, but people making up Latin names for flora and fauna just to sound intelligent. Mixing up a few similar-looking species (eg. Falco sparverius vs. Falco femoralis) is an honest mistake, but they've run into people who will straight-up make up lies on the spot just to impress their friends, and it really grates on them.

Eris: It's hard to seriously annoy them, since they really thrive on conflict, but I think they get really tired of people being ignorant about regionalities and the history of land - the Middle East is not just one big patch of desert, neither is Africa, they have distinct regional climates and cultures and it's rude to assume they're all the same. Eris in particular has been mistaken for just about every ethnicity under the sun, with how ambiguous and "cradle of civilization" they (as an immortal) look, so they've experienced this from a lot of different angles.

Nikoletta: Any sort of hovering, or people who invade her personal space. Even if they don't actually touch her, and even if she doesn't have to be cautious about her shadow-touch, it makes her anxious and uncomfortable - and especially if they're standing behind her and she can't quite see them. She even asks Abner to stand behind her when they're out somewhere (like waiting in line at a coffee shop), because she gets so uncomfortable with strangers being right behind her.

(I know most of these are like... actually legitimate things to be annoyed about, but it's hard to think of tiny petty things to have as pet peeves and have it still be interesting)

#my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #jasper wilson #ophelia octavius #madison douglas #oc quinn/aces #oc kestrel #oc eris #nikoletta bordeaux #rae mckinney #robin cassidy #oc katherine johnson

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chainslobber · 21 days

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VILLAIN ERI VILLAIN ERI YOU MADLAD THANK YEWWWWW

Ha, what if I told you that that is NOT what I was referring to when I said I was drawing something that'd get me canceled (but is related)! So...Villain Eri. let's talk about her!

Firstly, I want to say I'm using the term loosely. I don't think she'd ever be a 'pure' villain. However, much like how Kai was trying to do the right thing with a controversial method, I think Eri would be in a similar boat.

My line of thinking is more realistic, in where traumatized children often start mimicking the behaviors that hurt them. If your dad yells at you a lot as a kid, you might yell at your own kid, right? In PTSD and C-PTSD victims, there's studies showing that some of them actually turn their trauma into something positive or mask negative behaviors without realizing.

I think Eri would, obviously, join in the medical field. It's obviously what her Quirk is--healing of a sorts. And while she was being a little lab rat herself, kids have a natural curiosity. I don't think Kai ever took her blood or did anything without explaining why. Doctors tend to explain things step by step to children and even older patients to help alleviate fears.

I always pictured her to grow up wrong. Doesn't matter how loving her temporary guardianship is, it's temporary. Aizawa isn't her father; Pops is still alive and her rightful guardian first and foremost when he's awake, which means she'd go back to the Shie Hassaikai base more than likely, and in that, she'd start her own research. She already had with spider legs and lizard tails.

Why not something bigger?

Why not a Nomu?

They're corpses, yes, but they're also still alive. I think she'd be able to probably separate the quirks out or even rewind them back before they got experimented on. Doing something nice! Trying to help people!

But the thing about surgeons and emergency providers is that they don't usually bow under pressure. They stay calm and often dissociate. I think she'd eventually do that. She was seven during the war, she saw and got involved in so much shit she shouldn't have.

So. I think the first time she does surgery and slips on her facemask, something clicks. Something shifts. Her demeanor changes and she's stone-faced and calm. Using a scalpel like a potter would merely slice through clay. Effortless. Wonderful. Like she was a born natural.

But Nomu are huge, and they thrash, and her in her doctor uniform isn't much protection. So here come the goggles. The gloves. And gradually, she gets her own plague mask. She was told that the beaks were filled with flowers to keep the stench of death out. She wonders briefly if her uncle had flowers in his as well whenever he took her blood.

She ties her own mask behind her head, ties up her hair and tightens her gloves and feels her persona shift. From a happy young woman to a calculated surgeon slicing into Nomu like it's what she was made for.

Maybe she is.

#mha #bnha #villain eri au #based on that patreon doodle from yesterday #I want to clarify I fucking LOVE Eri and she's sch a sweet character but I think she'd never come out unscathed #tay talks

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Burning in the Starlight

Summary: In the wake of Amarantha's downfall, Feyre finds herself struggling to acquaint herself with the ways of Autumn nobility. Once a third-born daughter, now Cursebreaker, attention and gossip around the court were to be expected. What she didn't expect was the young and rising High Lord's proposal-nor her father's arrangement without her consent.

Trapped between a marriage bed and a mating bond, Feyre finds herself tangled in a new game, thanks to Rhysand's affinity for bargains. A game that would create the sort of scandal a proper Autumn lady shouldn't find herself caught in.

Feyre can't quite bring herself to care.

BitS Masterlist Ao3

AN: This fit the Feysand Week prompt I planned very loosely, so I'm posting earlier than planned. The first pov is one of the Elucien bonus sections.

Chapter III: Duty and Desire

Elain

The High Lord returned alone. Eris, that is. Feyre and Rhysand were nowhere to be found. “He’s alone. Why is he alone? Where’s Feyre?”

“What do you think would bring Rhysand to Autumn? He’s finally called in their bargain,” Lucien murmured, still guiding her around the floor. She’d receive a lecture later from her mother no doubt. Tonight was about securing prospects and with the failure of her recent courtship she couldn’t afford to waste time with one man, no matter how content she was at the moment. If she were honest with herself she might admit how easy it would be to press a bit closer and tuck in tight so his body might banish the last of the room’s chill. “I wonder what took him so long,” he pondered, drawing her back to the present.

The bargain. That taboo thing tying her sister to Night, the consequence of Rhysand healing her when fever and infection had her dancing with death. She’d been stubborn with the High Lord, but only stubborn enough to reduce the time she was to stay in his territory. “What is the Night Court like? Will she be safe?”

“Rhysand and his ancestors have kept their court business private for millennia. No one knows much about it,” Lucien admitted, only feeding her fears. “But the three of them spent long enough back there Eris would have informed Rhysand of the engagement. The bastard may be powerful, but things are too strenuous at the moment to risk harming a fellow High Lord’s betrothed. Whatever he subjects her to, she won’t be hurt.”

“Hurt or…”

He grimaced. “Despite his behavior under the mountain, I don’t think even Rhysand would cross that line.” She nodded absently. “Elain, your sister survived Amarantha. She can make it through a week with that asshole, I’m sure.”

Elain wasn’t sure “survived” was quite accurate, considering how her sister was revived. And the High Lord in question certainly surpassed Hybern’s deceased commander in terms of power. But she did have faith in Feyre’s natural resilience, even if she’d only known her sister as an adult for a few months. Society may have extinguished her own defiance and self-confidence, but she didn’t think anyone’s expectations or orders could ruin her little sister’s spirit.

Before she could say or ask anything more Lucien had shifted the subject. “Your mother isn’t so fond of me. She’s been glaring daggers since our first dance ended. I suppose I can admit I’m hogging your company.”

“It isn’t your fault, Lord Lucien. I already have a failed engagement to shame me. I’m supposed to be taking multiple partners tonight to better my chances.”

She may have let society believe her rather public courtship with Lord Graysen was severed due to a fault of hers. They would be right to in all honesty. But the truth was that she had been the one to formally end their building relationship. Better her parents think there was a flaw she let slip than the unforgivable truth. She had rejected his proposal on a whim. She had committed the dreadful crime of wishing for more than cold security of a match. She had wished for love. For her mate. And Graysen had not fit the bill.

Rare, precious, sacred. And also random. Too random to ensure even if she waited a decade or a century that he would be a wealthy male. There were a thousand reasons she couldn’t have her mate, and yet she had rejected the best suitor she had gained in the past few months. She wasn’t so sure it was only Lucien her mother was glaring at this evening.

Her straying thoughts faded as the male holding her paused at the edge of the floor. “I will not keep you then, my lady. Good luck in your search.” He dipped to kiss her knuckles, granting one last spark of heat before stepping away and leeching that warmth from her very bones. And as the room’s chill set back in, she wasn’t so sure it was only a mate that she had been searching for.

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Feyre

There was a strange balance when it came to Feyre’s first days in the Night Court. The first morning was as simple as Rhys promised. A tug on their bond guided her from her room to the dining area and they settled into an amicable breakfast. “Good morning, Feyre darling. Sleep well?”

“I did, thank you.”

A sweep over the table revealed a moderate assortment of fruit and pastries as well as two covered dishes she could only imagine were the eggs and sausage Rhys had already piled onto his own plate. Though the two remaining chairs at the broad table forced Feyre to sit beside him, Rhys was perfectly modest through the meal, never touching her beyond a brush of fingers if he passed a dish she couldn’t reach herself. And his inevitable teasing be damned, she was just on the verge of asking him if they would be avoiding all mention of their bond and second bargain when a beautiful blonde breezed into the room.

“Good morning, cousin. Ah! You must be Feyre.” Her unrestrained smile could only be described as pure sunshine. The giddy energy was nearly overwhelming at the early hour. If the scowl on Rhys face said anything, he shared her opinion. “This scoundrel had you tucked away last night before I could even say hello.”

“Yes well, it was an interesting evening,” Feyre said carefully. “I needed the time to process things anyhow.”

“Process…” Rhys nodded and her bright eyes widened. “For once you decided to listen to me. Wonderful! So, when’s the mating ceremony?”

“Forgive me, Feyre. I must have forgotten to mention how… perky my cousin can be. Even at this hour. Morrigan, let us at least finish breakfast please.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Even if you haven’t set a date, I’d be thrilled to help plan it. As a matter of fact, I think you and I are going to become dear friends in the next few—”

“I’m only staying for a week.”

A thick silence settled over the table, then, “A week was the deal with only the bargain between you. If you know you’re mates, you’re set to be the Lady of Night.”

“That, quite frankly, is only my business, though I suppose word will spread soon enough. I’m betrothed to another High Lord.” Even unspoken, Eris’ name lay heavy between them.

The hope washed from her eyes. “A mating bond would free you from him, regardless of rank,” she said, voice frail. Free. Another word to paint him the villain.

“We can protect your sisters, Feyre,” Rhys added from beside her.

There was the first attempt at bribery, no matter how soft his tone.

Still, whatever power Rhys may have in Night did not erase the fact Elain and Nesta were no more than property of their father until they were wed or mated themselves. Mating bonds were too rare to count on, and marriages among Autumn nobles were nothing better than a transaction. As Eris’ wife she would have some influence and a way to ensure a safe future for them. She’d made it clear enough last night she wouldn’t be some doll behind him. At Rhys' side she may be happy, but what could she do with so much land between them?

“You need to decide between a proper courtship and a higher chance of helping them.” She raised her eyes, realizing Morrigan had left them alone again. “You’re practically shouting your worries this morning. That’s another benefit to shielding, muffling the bridge of the bond enough to keep your thoughts your own.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Like I said, it can be helped.”

“Not just about that. Regardless of what I can hold against you, no one deserves to have this acceptance or rejection drawn out. But even though I hardly know my sisters, I want to do what I can to protect them. And that puts you in the middle of it. Not to mention this arrangement—”

“This arrangement was my proposal, Feyre. I know what it means, the license it gives Eris with your permission. This is my way of giving you time, whether that be to choose your path or find a loophole to protect your sisters and get what you truly want in the end. I wish I knew the path ended with you in Night, but I made you a promise. I do not believe you are a possession and I won’t force your hand.

“As for what you can still hold against me… my actions Under the Mountain were beyond disrespectful to you. I’m sorry for that. There is nothing I regret more than objectifying you, but I hope you can forgive me for my actions in that persona in the future.” She said nothing and a soft sigh left him. “If you’re done eating we can get settled in the living area and start your shielding lessons.”

“Alright.”

He waved a hand and the table was cleared of the breakfast spread. Falling into step behind him, she trailed him down another hall and into a tastefully decorated room, if a bit spars beyond the twin armchairs and the low-backed sofa set against the opposite wall. “The concept is simple, but the execution can be a bit more daunting for a beginner.” She nodded, slumping into the armchair across from his and curling her knees to her chest. Imagine a wall in your mind, impenetrable. Not a wisp of air should get through, let alone a daemati.”

She nodded, looking away from him to better focus on the task. Little by little she blocked out the sounds around her, The breeze whistling against the glass of the windows, the click of Mor’s shoes as she strolled down the hall, Rhys’ breathing and the rhythmic tap, tap, tap of his finger against the upholstery.

It was a sheet of steel in her mind, slowly thickening as a physical wall would. Two inches, then six, then a foot thick. Impenetrable.

Or so she thought.

The moment she opened her eyes Rhys took it as an invitation to test that wall. Those familiar talons grazed that wall before plunging straight through, each one sinking in like a cat that had caught its prey. Every muscle and ligament had locked, any thought of action, let alone speech was impossible.

A good effort. Better than I expected for the first time trying.

Stop, Rhys. Even in that paralysis, that mental voice was trembling. She hadn’t expected this approach during their lessons.

If I were your enemy would I tell you what to expect, Feyre? No. If I were your enemy I would dig right in. Here I’m at the threshold of your mind. If I truly wanted to harm you I’d dig deeper. I would go straight in without caution for your mental stability. I would take whatever information I needed, shatter what was left of your mind, and walk right back out the way I came.

Seeing as I have no intention of harming you… Those talons eased away and she swallowed, finally sensing her body was her own again. Realizing her knuckles had whitened where they had fisted in the cushion beneath her, she slowly forced her fingers to uncurl one by one. “A wall is nothing without measures to support it. Repair it and we’ll try again.”

Jaw clenched, she listened, that wall twice as brutal. For the next hour she patched and he prodded until they finally determined she had created a beginner’s example of the mental block she needed to maintain. It wouldn’t keep him out, they both knew, but it would get the job done concerning weaker daemati.

And more importantly at the moment, it would keep those little intrusive thoughts as her own, rather than blasting them down the bond. “We’ll try again tomorrow,” he told her. “The library’s just around the corner if you’d like to find something to read. I, unfortunately, have other work to get to, but you can join me for dinner if you’d like. Or have it sent to your room.”

“Trying to wine and dine me, High Lord?”

“If you’ll let me.” For the second time since her arrival, he reached to brush her hair back. “I’m sorry this first lesson was so brutal,” he offered, sincerity ringing clearly between them. “I needed to show you the gravity of what could be done if you ever leave yourself unguarded in company you don’t trust.”

“I know. I understand. It was just startling.”

He nodded. “This evening?”

“Dinner. Sure.”

“Good.”

Realizing her face was tilting into his palm, she turned away, cursing her shallow breathing. “Have fun with your High Lord business.”

He hummed softly, flexing his hand before turning to the door. She didn’t let herself watch him walk away.

~~~~~

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OC-tober Day 15: Meme

And we're back! I had a hard time deciding what I wanted to do for this prompt (and didn't really want to draw over a meme), so I ended up doing two things. The image is one, but there's also a bunch of incorrect quotes (mostly pulled from this generator) under the cut with these same characters. I'm also gonna list who's who below, so the quotes make a bit more sense.

So the characters are:

Megan (gray, furthest to the top) Jayden (purple, on the left line) Envy (green, just under Jayden) Corey (pink, left-most on the bottom line) Drew (blue-gray, right of Corey) Apollo (blue, right of Drew) Shatter (orange, furthest to the right) Eris (yellow, just left of Shatter)

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Shatter: Drew, I need you to swear- Drew: Fuck. Shatter: Shatter: I need you to promise-

Envy: But what about Drew? Jayden: Don't worry about them. Jayden: I once watched him fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating their hotdog like nothing happened.

Apollo: Where are you going? Drew: Hell, eventually.

Envy: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine! Shatter: How can you still say that? Envy: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Shatter: I hope you have an explanation for this. Megan: We have three actually- Corey: Pick your favorite.

Eris: What does “take out” mean? Megan: Food. Jayden: Dating. Corey: Murder. Drew: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

Envy: I lost Megan. Apollo: How did you LOSE Megan?! Envy: To be fair, she is very small.

Drew: Boy's haunted. Shatter: Wha- What? Drew, pointing at Jayden: Boy's haunted.

Envy: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Megan and Drew's convo? Apollo: Me. I'm in the laundry basket. Corey: I'm in the washing machine. Jayden: I'm in the closet. Apollo: We accept you Jayden. <3 Jayden: No, I'm literally in the closet. Apollo: Love is love. <3

Eris: We all have our demons. Jayden, grabbing Drew: This one’s mine!

Drew: I failed my safety training course today. Envy: Why, what happened? Drew: Well one of the questions was "In case of a fire, what steps would you take?" Envy: And? Drew: Well apparently "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer.

Envy: So, did everyone learn their lesson? Corey: No. Jayden: I did not. Drew: I may have actually forgotten one. Eris: Also no. Envy: Oh good, neither did I. Shatter: *Exhausted sigh*

Corey: If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window. Eris: ...We're on the ground floor. Corey: I know but I want a dramatic exit.

Jayden: Truth or dare? Drew: Truth. Jayden: How many hours have you slept this week? Drew: Drew: Dare. Jayden: Go to sleep. Drew: I don't like this game.

Megan: Apollo won’t come out of his room! Envy: Just tell him I said something. Megan: Like what? Envy: Anything factually incorrect. Megan, shrugging: If you say so. Apollo, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

Jayden: Shouldn't get stressed out, it's not good for the baby. Shatter: What baby? Jayden, crying a bit: Me.

#oc #oc-tober #bweirdoctober #App yells #Envy #Drew Alston #Megan Osmund #Corey Cabrel #Apollo Zatani #Jayden Hernandez #Shatter #Eris Phillips #MultiVerse Chronicles #October2023 #OC-tober2023 #not putting this on my art tag just cause it only has portions of full things #I'd post them but the (finished) full pieces are full of spoilers #Envy and Megan's might get posted once they're finished though

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There's is just no way that the cauldron, who in canon really likes Elain to the point of kidnapping her and literally purring whenever she's around, would make a mistake by making Elucien mates instead of El/riel.

The cauldron doesn't do "mistakes". It all comes down to what the couple does. People ignore that the cauldron doesn't match people who are attracted to each other, it matches those who are EQUALS. They ignore the fact that mating bonds are a blessing from FATE, which is literally the reason why basically every male wishes for a accepted mating bond. Lucien loved Jesminda so much, he thought they did share a mating bond. Azriel was hoping and waiting for a mating bond between him and Mor to snap, even though she gave him so many hints that she's not interested in him. Mating bonds are a big deal and suppose to be rare, there's no way that fate would be wrong in mating 2 people just because one person thought he did the math and put 3 brothers, 3 sisters together.

Rhys parents weren't a perfect match because his father decided to not treat his mom like an equal even though they are equals.

The cauldron, fate, loves Elain so I would pretty much believe that Lucien was a gift to her. Not a curse or a mistake. Elain and Lucien not going all in for the mating bond doesn't mean they're poorly matched 💀

If all Azriel did for Elain was mate material then shouldn't Moriel already share a mating bond? You know.. because he loved her for 500 years, feels overprotective over her first, is willing to die and do stuff she likes for her etc? Make it make sense.

And I think the Mor in ACOMAF looks very different from Mor in all the other books and I do think that was purposefully done by SJM. She suddenly made her more intimated by her father and Eris versus book one where she was bold and brazen. She brings into focus how Azriel's actions scare her and make her uncomfortable. She made her need for Sunshine in SF more obvious (drawing parallels between she and Elain's character). And we note that Az acts around Mor the way he's started to act around Elain considering Mor isn't around much (transference anyone?) while also refusing to address his feelings for Mor. The more that SJM creates similarities between Mor and Elain (considering we know the things that bother Elain are the way we see Az act around Mor and is starting to act with Elain), and points out how different his behavior around Gwyn is, it seems clear to me that she's leading us in the direction of Gwynriel. And telling us that these bright, sunshine loving girls who feel bothered by overprotectiveness and obvious aggressive acts are not a match for Az. As far as the Cauldron / Fate and Elain, sure mistakes can happen. But that's not really how the FMC's story is supposed to go. The FMC is supposed to get the best, the ultimate love of a lifetime. Sure, the author told us bonds can be poorly matched but why would she choose to give one of her leading ladies one of those? Why wouldn't she want her to have the ultimate kind of love that both her sisters found?

#elucien #gwynriel #anti e/riel

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Eri!!! I'd love to hear. Some of your Yiruk headcanons if you have any to share 💕💕

Ooh! Yes of course!

Transmasc NB Yiruk using He/They/It pronouns for me! Mainly they but loves it when people use the others as well.

I shared these ones before pretty sure, but Yiruk did their own first piercings and wants to learn how to professionally pierce so they can get a TON of piercings easily whenever they want.

Same with tattoos. It has done a few tattoos on other people/friends, but has yet to tattoo itself because it is so indecisive on what to get and wants the first one to be super special. It will draw on itself all the time, especially with permanent marker to try and get the feel of how permanent a tattoo will be. There's a whole folder on its phone dedicated to its own self tattoos trying to figure out the best first design and placement.

As careful as Yiruk is with his tattoo, that doesn't carry over to most other stuff. He is easily very impulsive and ready to just go and do something (as seen with the piercings lol).

Someone else came up with the idea that Yiruk is willing to eat anything and I love that so it is also added to my headcanon list. However, I also think Yiruk used to have Pica as a kid but grew mostly out of it. They still eat ice and chew/eat pencils though. They have been trying to replace pencils with like licorice or chicken bones so they aren't eating absolute trash, but still sometimes you'll see Yiruk swallowing something they shouldn't.

He is definitely a war fanatic. Mainly taking interest in the airforce (and anything to do with planes in general as those are special interests), but is willing to learn about all other forms of war/military branches. He's really good with history and can identify a lot of different kinds of planes both commercial and fighting.

Speaking of war. The main reason it even became friends with Dew is because of Dew's history in the navy and war. Though Yiruk is not totally interested in what jobs a diving bot had to do, they were still interesting stories enough for it to start a friendship with Dew.

You better believe Yiruk was dissapointed to find out that Haym was a pilot during the war but can't give any real information because 1). Haym never saw actions as a malfunction made him afraid of heights, and 2). even if he wasn't afraid of heights and saw action, he never goes into his war memories like Purl does so has no real memories of his past war life. So Yiruk wanting to talk planes with Haym isn't something that happens. Though Purl is ready and able to talk with it.

Finally, Yiruk never takes their glasses/shades/visor thing off. Don't know why, it's probably just a comfort but also probably helps their eyes somehow. (I have an older student in my class that uses yellow tinted glasses to help with her eyesight, don't know why because I don't want to pry into her personal life, but I feel like Yiruk might need them to help their eyes as well).

#nsr #nsr yiruk #eritalks #asks #noart

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Demon Bride Ch21 Interluding P2

(These are just the events that take place days before some of the events of Ch20. So it will be short but important.)

Y'know.

Y/n was expecting many things. Being yelled at for making Kyogai faint. Scolded for the trouble you caused. Told you were going to o given another punishment. Any of those things would've been acceptable. And Y/n would've gladly accepted all of those things.

But being told by a resusatated Kyogai that in there culture you agreed to marry him wasn't something you were expecting at all.

"....Excuse me...W H A T?!"

In front of you Kyogai sat down crosslegged and Eri held a wet, cold cloth to his fire as he rubbed his temples with a sigh. Nagi had immediately summoned Eri after Kyogai had passed out with you freaking out and the healer had quickly looked him over only to quickly duduce that...He had just simply fainted. That was it. But it took nearly an hour to wake him up and he seemed much calmer but...quiet. As if a realization had struck him and he was finishing processing it. So he had just sat there with you three women fussing over him until you calmed down enough to be calm. He then looked at you dead in the eyes and asked the question-

"Did you just realize that you essentially accepted a marriage proposal from me?"

It shocked all of you into silence. Your mind drawing a blank as it processed what he just said...before you just blurted it out. "... Excuse me...W H A T?!"

Which lead to now. You were sputtering in shock as Kyogai just rubbed his temples tiredly. Marriage proposal?! What marriage proposal?! He didn't ask to court you or for your hand in marriage or anything?! He said nothing like that!!

"Y-Y-You said no such thing to me?!"

"....I see." He tiredly looked up at you. "How much exactly do you know about our courting laws?"

"You only t-t-told me about how women give men dowries?!"

"That law only applies to mating season." He looked dead at you making your jaw snap shut. "During mating season, it's the only time women are allowed to court men. Otherwise it's only men who court women. There's other laws about marriages that are very complicated and usually humans don't know."

....Oh gods. OTHER LAWS?! WHAT OTHER LAWS?! DID YOU SAY ANYTHING THAT MIGHT'VE COME OFF AS FLIRTING!? DID YOU MAKE KYOGAI ANGRY?! Your hands grabbed your head as it soun with the shock and emotions..Oh gods. YIU YOU HADN'T WANTED TO BE ENGAGED!!! THAT'S THE WHOLE REASON YOU RAN AWAY IN THE FIRST PLACE?! H-HOW DIDN'T YOU REALIZE IT SOONER?!

"HOW DIDN'T I REALIZE THAT SOONER?!"

"Do not blame yourself," Kyogai assured holding up a hand to get the attention of your panicked self. "You couldn't have known. You're just a stranger to our world and you couldn't have known our laws. So don't worry. I won't accept anything as you honestly didn't know." Although...that hurt his heart to say that. "What did you think I was talking about with you earlier?"

"I thought you were referring to the secret about your books!!"...Ah. He could see how that would be what you thought he was referring to. "And what laws?!"

"There's a few. The first being a blatant acceptance. For example.." He gestured to you. "While we were talking you mentioned you accepted my feelings on the matter. If I had been expressing any romantic interest, you saying you accept them would be an instant engagement unless I refused. Which...I have so you shouldn't worry about it."

"And the others?!"

"There's only two others. The second being the acceptance of a courting gift." He then scowled HARD and pointed right at your neck. "If you were presented with a courting gift and accepted then it would also be an instant engagement. Which is EXACTLY what Kaigaku has tried to do."

"W-What?"

"Your necklace." Your hand instantly shot up to the smooth surface since you couldn't see it on you without a mirror. "Do you remember how he mistook you giving him your peaches for a proposal last month?" You nodded because...you DID remember. You yelled at Kaigaku you weren't anyone's bride but you hadn't thought about it since. " It seems he's developed feelings for you and wished to... actually propose." He then looked off with a hum. "Which... considering this is Kaigaku I speak of, I'm still surprised he has such feelings."

Record scratch.

Hold up! Rewind..... KAIGAKU?! Was trying to court... YOU?! The pig's arse that kept arguing with you and was rude to everything that moved?!...WHAT?!

"What?!" You scowled now and looked as if Kyogai lied to you. He must've. "Kaigaku. The man who would yell at his own shadow if he was angry enough? No."

"Yes. But what did you think he meant when gave you that necklace?"

"I thought Akaza was making him apologize to me or that he was trying to get on my good side so Akaza doesn't turn his rude arse into a puddle! I even told him I didn't want the necklace in the first place!"

"Uuuiuuhhhh." Eri moved the cloth from his forehead as he just rubbed his face. "Well... considering you probably thought you solved the problem with him, and that you had no idea what he really meant, you wouldn't know what he was doing either. ...But-" He slowly inhaled and held his hands back up. "We have nothing to worry about with him either. You didn't really accept it so you're clear of that too. But you must think!" He looked very serious at you, narrowing his eyes and pointing making you blink and lean back. " Is there ANYONE else that might've misinterpreted you or you might've misinterpreted them? Anyone at all?! ESPECIALLY ANOTHER MAN!!"

.You opened you mouth to say 'No' immediately but paused. The realization striking you. Oh gods...HAD you misinterpreted someone else?! Anyone at all?!...No. No you don't think sobut your mind made you think hard digging deep into your memory about any demon men you'd met this far. Kyogai and Kaigaku sure but you were in the clear with both of them. Certainly not Enmu. He didn't say anything outside of medical practice so there was no way you'd misinterprete him. Not Komoki either. He was absolutely love struck by Eri and already engaged to her. You hadn't interacted with any of Kyogai's male servants and Eri mentioned they were already married to some of the other women here. Rui was out of the question. Which left two others. Akaza and the tiny old man you'd encountered Rui with in the Forrest.

"I... Just maybe two. But I-I don't know what Akaza thinks of me?!"

Akaza. Of course. Kyogai heard his heartbeats. No doubt he was as in love by now as himself and Kaigaku was but he wouldn't know if either of them misinterpreted something the other said. But the thought of Akaza holding your hand again... Well it made his hands ball into fists in silent anger.

"I see. ... Don't worry. I'll talk to him later to be sure and sort it out. But even if you did, it doesn't hold up with the laws since you wouldn't know and thus wouldn't have accepted it. So you are also in the clear of that."

You instantly sighed in heavy relief. But something he said earlier caught your attention. "Wait...You said there was three major laws involving courting and marriages. You only told me two so what's the third one?"

"Hm? Oh. Well arranged marriages can be made by someone's father, mother, or head of family. But you don't have to worry about that since I doubt that has happened to you."

You remained silence.

"Right?"

You started to sweat.

"Y/n. There's nothing to worry about. Right?!"

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Kyogai. Do you remember how I told you I found Rui?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Do you remember how the old man was thankful? And how he insisted on paying me back? And....Maybe he mentioned once or twice he had around four sons my age? And maybe he asked me if I was claimed and I said..no?"

Kyogai stared at you for a long, long, llllllloooooonnnngggg silent moment. Before he slowly inhaled and then let it out. "Y/n. What did this old man look like?" He asked in a tone that sounded like he was resisting the urge to slam his head into a wall at this point.

"He was the size of a doll. About this big." Your hands were held up about seven inches apart from each other which was roughly about the size the old man had been. "With two horns on his forehead, with black hair and red eyes." Kyogai froze when you continued describing the old man demon you saw. His face going slowly into one of horror. "He also wore dirty red robes and I guess Rui must've hit his head or something because he had quite the bump on his head. Also if I were to guess, he looked to be around seventy years at least."

"..Y/n." You jumped at the sudden serious aura Kyogai threw at you. "I'm going to ask you this, and I need you to answer me straight. This man, did he ever tell you any names?"...You slowly shook you head no. "What..W-What was his personality like?"

"Oh...Well he was very thankful when I freed him, but he seemed to be very scared especially of Rui."

A glass breaking sound went off in the record keeper's mind.

"HANTENGU PROMISED YOU TO HIS SONS?!"

HANTENGU?! HOW?! WHY?! FUCK...FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!! THIS WAS BAD!! THIS WAS VERY V E R Y BAD!! Hantengu wasn't something too bad to deal with. Sure the old crazy man was annoying to deal with but he wasn't too difficult to interact with. Just ignore him. Which often worked since the sniffling man usually preferred to be left alone anyways huddled in a corner or hiding behind one of his many sons who coddled their father way too much. Fine by him since it meant it just made his life easier. BUT HE OFFERED Y/N HIS SONS' HANDS IN MARRIAGE?! THAT WAS CRAZY EVEN FOR HANTENGU!!!

"H-... Hantengu? ..Wait. I think I know that name! Eri mentioned him before!" You gave a glance to an equally horrified Eri. "He's the Upper Moon Four isn't he?"

"YES!!...I mean NO!," Kyogai corrected himself looking both horrified and raged, "He USED to be. But he retired from the position last year. The Master then appointed all of his sons into that position. But that's not important! What IS important is that he's made an offer for you to marry one of his sons!! Did you give any indication of saying yes?!"

"NO!! Absolutely not!! I specifically told him that he didn't have to thank me or pay me back!! How could that come off as a yes?!"

"He's crazy enough to think it could be! But it's not Hantengu I'm worried about..It's his sons who I'm worried about!! They're ruthless Y/n!! Worse than Kaigaku and almost as bad as Enmu!" A hand reached up to clutch at his hair. "If they get the wrong idea who knows what could happen!"

"But... wouldn't I be in the clear since I obviously don't accept it?"

"Yes...But it still worries me." He nodded and pointed at you sternly. "That settles it then. Until you leave in two weeks, you're staying right here where I can see you and I'm not letting you out of my sight! The last thing I need is anymore misunderstandings Im going to have to clear up! Eri!" The girl flinched as he snapped at her. "Go get Mayla and tell her to organize some servants in shifts to keep and keep an eye on the garden!! Nagi! I order you to go and have the entrance to the garden barricaded immediately!" Both women immediately fumbled. Bowing and hurrying to the door in panic, nearly falling over one another to get out and almost literally tripping in their hurry. "And be sure to do it all before the day's over!!"

With a slam the door slammed shut behind them, leaving the two of you in the silence...Before he sighed and reached a giant hand back up to rub his face. Why him? WHY did THESE things always happen to HIM?! He doubted Kokushibo or the Master ever had to deal with something as strange as this!...Sigh. He would have to contact Nakime tonight and try to clear this mess up with as many people as possible. He supposed he'd start with Kaigaku. It'd be a headache but not as big as a headache as it would be with Hantengu's sons.

"K-Kyogai..." He paused. And looked up suddenly to a rather guilty face and small voice. "I-Im so sorry."

"Please. Do not apologize. You have done nothing wrong, and you did not know our laws. I should've been more careful with an unsuspecting human as my guest." He must've noticed your horrified look because he instantly held up his hands. "But it's alright." And grabbed your hands making you blink. "I am going to call everyone tonight. By tomorrow morning it should all be resolved. Mark my words."

Purple eyes stared widely at him...before you exhaled through your nose. "Kyogai....Why did you say you loved me?"

"Gah!!" Immediately his hands were pulled back, his face a pink. "W-What did you have to b-bring that back up for?!"

"Because we're talking about this situation anyways?" You rose a brow. "You can't just confess your love to me and then act like nothing's wrong. ...Please tell me."

...He silently looked around the room. They were alone...And Y/n was highly aware of the situation now. She could understand. And this entire situation was killing him anyways so...

He sighed before plopping his head back in his hands so he wouldn't have to look at her pretty purple eyes. "....*sigh* Alright. Its out in the open anyways. Yes...Lately..I-I have found myself....taken by you. A-Alot."

There was some stunned silence before she spoke again. "Oh...For how long?"

"I...a-a few weeks at this point."

"Why didn't you tell me anything sooner?"

"Because it wouldn't have mattered anyways because you would be leaving in two weeks time anyways! And I wasn't about to hold you back or make things more complicated for either of us! But I guess ...This wasn't meant to be silent."

"...How could you tell you liked me?"

One hand freed himself from his face and patted his chest where his heart was. "Demons are all born with an organ known as a heart, but we don't need a heart to live. In fact it's a completely useless organ to have for most of us. But it has one purpose it serves well. A demon's heart only beats when he or she falls in love with someone....It's usually in an instant when it happens. We can't control when or why it happens...Or with who. It might be hard for humans to understand our way of things, but that's how it is. I'm...I'm sorry, Y/n."

There was another small bout of silence before she asked him something that would change the course for both there lives and others. "May I feel it?"

...He looked up at her. "What?"

"Your heart." She held up a hand. "May I feel it?"

There was stunned silence on both there parts as they just stared at one another. Before she proceeded to reach out and lean forward. Closer and closer. Well...maybe it was the shock but he didn't stop her only watched wide-eyed as the small, soft hands placed itself over his heart.

BU-BUMP BU-BUMP BU-BUMP BU-BUMP BU-BUMP BU-BUMP -!!!!

A giggle escaped her smile as she felt the strong beats of the heart under his skin. Her perfect soft eyes looking up at him. "It's a beautiful heart beat."

Oh his face couldn't get even redder if he even tried. A shaking bigger hand reached up to place itself over hers as she blinked. "Y-Y/n.."

Something soft grabbed his hand and he froze still staring at the intoxicating purple color. A sight he was hesitant to leave when he turned back to look at you again. Huh. And you were both closer than he remembered. Just a few inches from one another twinkling under the lights of the lantern above. And you blinked at the sudden closeness too. Face going a dim pink and a few chuckles from the moment escaping you. No one was here. So it was just you two. Alone out here with nothing but each other for company. His mind felt completely blank and numb but in a good way, compelling him to reach his hands up and cup a cheek of yours something his rational brain wouldn't allow himself to do. Inches away now. You didn't move away. He stared at the woman in front of him, this sassy woman with the beautifully flowing hair and the cute smile. If he was watching this as an outsider, he would've laughed at how they were literally just strangers less than a while ago, but right now it didn't seem any of that or anything else mattered. A stray strand of hair fell from Nagi's hair do wwhich he immediately reached to pull away and Y/n made no move to stop him from doing that. Or removing the hand that now cupped her cheek. Maybe it really was a mutual madness they both shared or some form of chaos in their lives, but right now....With them being so close...And so vulnerable. It was only natural of course-.. It's what soulmates do-.. Of course they would since-..

"Are you done being in love?"

"GAH?!"

Kyogai jumped away from you immediately. Falling over himself and landing in a heap with a very loud thud on the floor. You had also frozen, arms stretched out before turning your head to the door in a shocked daze. Rui stood there slightly shaking with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and tiredly blinking at you.

"R-Rui?! W-What are you doing here?!"

"One of the servants told me you used to read to my sisters when they were here. I can't sleep and everyone isn't paying attention to my requests. Will you read to me too?" How did neither of you two notice the doorway open?! He blinked when you didn't answer. "Would you rather have me wait outside so you can finish kissing?"

"W-WE DIDN'T KISS!! HE WAS JUST- I-....YOU KNOW WHAT?! LET'S JUST GET YOU TO BED!!" You immediately scrambled up and made your way towards him as Kyogai stared up red faced on the floor.

"With a story?!" Rui perked up excitedly.

"Yes! I'll read you lots of stories! Let's just go to bed now. Ok?"

In a few seconds you were gone, picking up the child in your arms and carrying him off quickly. Leaving Kyogai there...Before he burried his face in his hands and yelled in frustration.

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