#gladly in gloom

[beescake]

PLEASE PLEASE MEGADUMP THE ARASOL!!! PLEAAASEE MR BEESCAKE I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU

HFHGHD GLADLY aaa i’ve been adding notes to it here and there for months but just hesitant to post it bcs im 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂

also this is just my own takeaway of the events, it doesn’t necessarily comply to the Ultimate Truth of Canon-Alignment or represent the actual facts of what hussie intended! v sentimental smh but hopefully its still interesting to read

i love when characters inform each other by proximity, it's one of my fave things to see in media :') it feels even more significant when two characters deliberately choose to stick together, so that when one operates, you can tell the other is similarly aligned in associative solidarity.

sollux is a keystone of this trope — whoever he aligns with is a wordless statement, a nod of approval. this stood out to me bcs the main four humans were alr friends by default, but once you reach hivebent you realize the trolls can actively choose who they want to hang out with.

and as we all know, after assessing every troll's biases/loyalties, sollux is the only one who maintains his selective preference for innately Good 👍 people.

aradia is such a beautiful character honestly, she evokes such incredible feelings in me. she might not have been consistently written with care but the best parts of her character are truly stunning. i think it's easy to remember sollux as the self-sacrificing one bc he's so open about it (and his friends frequently react to his Moments) but when you compare him to aradia, it's always struck me

how much more. raw it is

to be so alone as an agent of time, having to orchestrate immeasurably harrowing events nobody understands or gives a fuck about

with your role painted in the story as one who must tend to the needs of the narrative, responsible to match every next note

because when you're given the capabilities, it becomes your duty to carry it out.

it becomes expected of you to keep experimenting and arranging the machinations to work for everyone, dusting off hundreds of necessary failures to keep going

and having to be so unwavering in your drive knowing miserably that there's no one who can help you but yourself.

or alternatively: to make things fun! so other people won't think twice about letting you go off on your own.

sure she's had some very good buds, notably thanks to Team Charge v Team Scourge antics.

and yet, at the end of the day, the one friend that kept choosing her time and time again was the friend with the highest standards.

i can see why people like to define arasol as moirails/matesprits but surprisingly i find the nondescript, unlabeled aspect of their relationship more straightforward to understand.

there's no shortage of people who would accommodate sollux. most of the surviving trolls are his oldest friends bcs he’d chosen them well. his transparency with his feelings had built him strong friendships that won’t falter or break, regardless of how much of a dick he can be. they’ve already seen and accepted him at his worst, and they still like him for who he is.

contrast that with aradia, who'd been so approachable, friendly and reliable in her exchanges it was super fun to talk to her. but the moment she became depressed, all her connections broke down.

her friends became hesitant to interact with her (until she became god tier, “happy” and amicable again) because her gloom and resignation didn’t serve them. she dealt with it alone.

there’s def something of note here abt the disparity between the way male & female characters are written+perceived in homestuck (esp parallel arasol with davejade) but i won’t go into that lmaoo

with this in mind i like to think of sollux as a gift to her, a loyal companion given to complement and commend her resolve. she's capable of doing so much alone but hussie took the time to build her and sollux's relationship as one of a unit; a set.

the ambiguity of their status does complicate things, but i do believe it makes sense with their characters. aradia's relationship with romance is a rocky one, the dubious stringalong equius had with her is a pointed reminder that her feelings of attraction are ultimately controlled by the author writing her.

unlike the other trolls who can openly address and own up to their crushes, aradia had romantic emotions forced upon her (especially when hussie implies 'she kissed equius back on her own volition'). and it seems like her character is so intrinsically neutral abt attraction that even when forced by the almighty powers above, she's unable to retain it wholly.

however, looking back to pre-game when she could actually "choose" her own feelings, she did have a crush on sollux.

their soft spots for each other were so obvious to the point where other people could see it.

taunting aside, when vriska comments on their unit as bf/gf it actually informs the audience that arasol's relationship is romantic in nature despite not aligning with the quadrant system.

even while dead, aradia could still describe her care for sollux, expressing that she would like to see him happy. if they had more time to explore their relationship on alternia, it's possible they could've settled in a quadrant once they grew older.

but going back to the lack of labels, their dynamic was affected once more when aradia became god tier.

to me, her ascension was both the perfect culmination and possible closure of her character. it's the light at the end of her journey toiling through countless of timelines where she had to actively assess and participate. that's why it's cool to see her being silly and having fun giving guidance, passively exploring and watching other people do their parts.

and yet the joy of her freedom makes it hard to explore further introspection. if we take her by her word, she'd already come to terms with the hurt she's been through and forgiven those involved.

i can't help feeling attuned to how impersonal and detached it can be, to devote and meld your identity so completely with your designated position as Maid of Time until you've become hard for your old friends (and even some readers!) to personally connect to.

idk post-canon but i assume there’s some degree of similarity to be bridged here with aradia's god tier and how the hs2 humans' Ultimate forms was described as a consolidation of all their possibilities. since aradia's classpect is inherently of service to Time, going god-tier may have elevated her beyond personhood with the "game construct" possessing her entirely. sollux doesn't realize the extent of it bcs he's still mortal, but a part of him may have subconsciously understood this.

i think there is a core aspect to aradia that was lost to the dehumanizing glory of god tier — a core aspect that may have contained an element of why sollux enjoyed talking to her in the first place.

to him, aradia hadn't just been a nice girl, she was a cool girl. despite not having much in common, he's still willing to chill next to her so she's not alone while she does what needs to get done.

back on alternia, they held a mutual and equal-level regard for each other that could've definitely settled into something permanent. but now, he's placed himself in a position where he can be kept around or left behind at will. the parameters of the relationship are largely in aradia's court, so any label she suggests to identify their relationship with he's likely to accept.

but that's why it's so difficult to label it. because god tier aradia may not necessarily Want quadrants or relationship labels. rather than the initial romantic attachment, their commitment to each other had evolved into one fundamentally of companionship.

no label? ok fine. no matter what, he still thinks she's a good soul worth latching on to. the best, actually. aradia > everyone else.

even if it gets stilted at times. there's an unexpected struggle to connect when sollux's go-to default for talking points is his feelings about things, and aradia may not want to talk about emotions all the time.

not to mention god tier aradia became an observer, especially of chaos. but sollux's avoidance of involvement comes partially from his innate pressure to get involved if something goes wrong. and he can't always tell when something goes wrong, because aradia doesn't mind if things go wrong anymore.

it's a non-negotiable preference that causes them to take the occasional time apart, a new boundary that wouldn't have existed before the game and aradia's god tier.

but just like how his friends tolerated his moods, sollux accepts aradia as she is. with no quadrants, their connection doesn't break down because there's no implicit romantic expectations to be disappointed by or resentful over.

sometimes when i see hs content that deliberately distances sollux from aradia, i assume this is the dissonance people might have felt. people might find it "easier" to be cynical about them bcs of this strange tension.

but idc lmao. grab that shit by the neck

lack of easy resolutions and cleanly tied ribbons is pretty standard of homestuck and imo it doesn't make arasol's dynamic any less incredible. with the right affection and consideration, there's still so much potential to develop the nuance of their relationship outside of the popular quadrant-based depictions.

hs has a lot of really great character compatibilities but the way aradia and sollux are in their own special orbit is why i can write this much about them in the first place. it's that frail innocence between first loves that makes it so sweet to me, two kids who grew up too fast playing guesswork without being clear where they're going.

ultimately i do think you're meant to feel a little tragedy for just how much they care for each other, even if they can't quite establish it in simple terms.

maybe they keep taking breaks to progress their own paths. maybe they remain as anchor partners while seeing other people. but even if you decide to separate them, they're still (awkwardly) texting each other updates all the while. and when they reunite it feels like coming home.

and well. more than anything, i like to believe that they do want to be exclusive.

they're just afraid. after all, they're still learning how to love, beyond the projections of the foursquare quadrant system they had inadvertently distanced themselves from since young.

they might not have everything figured out, but they'll get there eventually if you just hold them together and write them there.

optional post-canon segment:

one of the limitations of main hs is that (monogamous) relationships are often written as the go-to solution to wrap up character growth; it's an easy "patch" to imagine characters getting their happy ending because they have a partner, and those who don't end up with someone don't get that closure (most notably jade).

hs2 reaffirms this by suggesting that aradia's character cannot progress without letting sollux go, because happily settling in a relationship automatically locks your potential.

that pathetic panel of sollux staring emptily into the sky is still my fave hs2 spoiler ngl i find the impact of their parting so emotionally provoking precisely bcs they were written in original hs to be each other's forever, coming back together again and again

but now, they're subject to the decisions of the post-canon authors who might choose to deviate from that.

it's not new for them to part, but now there's an underlying worry that her dropping him off this time might be the last time. while i think the prospect of shattering their stability to make them grow separately sounds fun on paper, no amount of me desperately hoping for a good execution is gonna guarantee it

idk. i guess prediction-wise im expecting sollux in classic dramatic-hs2 fashion to tell dave to back off aradia LMAO. otherwise it's just gon be sollux and karkat pathetically watching aradia and dave from a distance swimming in their unresolved feelings for narratively-powerful time players smh obvs it sounds corny as hell but who knows its still plausible

srsly tho i hope they take the opportunity to develop arasol's relationship in a fresh direction that doesn't hurt me too badly...... and i hope they force sollux out of his comfort zone. i like watching him struggle :-)

#sorry if this isnt fully accurate heh its just my personal impressions/feelings #despite best efforts to simplify my annotations the wall of text still ended up massive #there's also a comparison i wanted to make abt characters who “broke up” from romantic expectations losing a lot of what they had before #dave(sprite)/jade‚ karkat/terezi‚ dirk/jake etc = which is why i think arasol was rescued by hussie on purpose. arasol endgame truth #ngl there mightve been more moments that shouldve been mentioned but i have no memories of... limited cloud storage #long post #ask #anon #homestuck #arasol #aradia megido #sollux captor #arapostings #2024 #vioart #not disqualifying acespec/qpr reading i think its also possible :] #if anything i dont understand fanon killing off aradia for their sollux ships haiyaaa why is this trope so damn popular #every time i open a slkt fic and aradia is dead i go outside and burn a tree. global warming could not come sooner #slkts who treat aradia like dvkts treat jade…. i punt u football style

[angelsnkisses]

Euronymous and something with nose ifyk 🤭

A/N: ur so real for this 😭. i wanted to play around with a sort of sunshiney character for him, since he's all doom and gloom, yk? hope you enjoy <3!

P.S. a safeword is never specifically mentioned, but there is one in place!

disclaimer: this has nothing to do with the real øystein aarseth. this is strictly based on rory's portrayal of the character.

One More ♡ - Euronymous x fem!reader

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: brief mentions of drinking, smoking, dom!euronymous, sub!fem!reader, facesitting, oral (fem receiving), nose riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, fingering

His hand was warm in yours, contrasting the chilly night air as you walked. Your sneakers scuffed against the damp sidewalk alongside his dark boots, your steps a little more bouncy as you spoke to him. He was listening carefully to your words, secretly loving how bubbly your voice was. You were in a great mood, especially after having a couple drinks at the party you guys were walking home from.

To an outsiders view, the two of you were an unlikely couple. It had nothing to do with appearance, you were just so sweet. So polite, so kind to everyone. He wasn't a complete asshole, but he certainly wasn't holding doors or giving up bus seats for anyone other than you. He liked fucking with people, which he tried to do less when you were around. Although, part of him loved how you would smack his chest and scold his manners, or how you'd give him a stern look while shaking your pretty little head at his antics.

"..then they told me about college and stuff, it was really nice to see them again," you concluded, turning your head to beam up at your boyfriend. He hummed, returning your gaze with a small smile. You had gotten to see some of your old friends who were overseas for school, and you couldn't stop talking about it. You hadn't been able to afford travelling very far, and it was exciting to hear about how much fun they were all having.

"Happy you had fun, doll," he murmured, squeezing your hand in his. You felt yourself blushing at his words, your teeth flashing as your smile grew. You just loved when he called you stuff like that. Doll, love, princess, baby- anything along those lines just had you melting, especially since he wasn't nearly as affectionate towards anyone else. You looked forward as you continued your walk, getting a little closer to him.

Your other hand held a half-dead cigarette, the smell infiltrating your nose as you brought it up for a drag. The sour smoke filled up your lungs, coming out translucent and white as you exhaled. You offered it up to him, and he gladly accepted it, holding it in his free hand.

Your apartment was only another few minutes, but you were still regretting your outfit choice. Your skirt only came down to your mid thigh, leaving your legs exposed to the frigid weather around you. You had on a long sleeved top, but it was cropped and thin, leaving you shivering at his side.

"Øystein, I'm cold," you whined, even though he had specifically told you that you were gonna be freezing in that outfit. He seemed mellowed out from the party, not making a snarky comment about how he told you so like he normally would. Instead, he just pulled his hand from yours, holding the cigarette in his mouth and shrugging off his jacket. He held it up behind you, shaking it a bit to signal he wanted you to put it on. A giddy smile broke out across your face, the gesture making your heart all warm and melty.

You didn't hesitate to accept his help, slipping your arms into the sleeves and sighing in relief. You didn't feel too bad about it, he had on a thicker sweater than you did. The jacket was toasty from his body heat, warming up your top half almost immediately. It smelled like smoke and cheap cologne, but you loved it. It smelled like him. He tossed the cigarette into the street before hooking an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side and pressing a firm kiss to the side of your head.

"Looks better on you, anyways," he said, his voice dropping an octave as he ducked his head down. He silenced your singsongy 'thank you' with a messy kiss, stumbling over his footsteps a bit as he did so. You laughed at his assertion, the sound ringing in his ears as you began kissing him back. You had to push him back when he started trailing his kisses down, putting your palm over his mouth and shaking your head.

"It's just around the corner, come on," you insisted, ignoring his frustrated muffles against your hand. You removed it, tugging him along the pavement. Wet droplets started to fall from the dark sky, splashing on your cold skin and making you tremble. Soon you were both jogging down the street to try and outrun the rain, hand in hand. The rain got heavier and heavier, and by the time you got home, you were both damp with rainwater. The earthy wetness on your skin didn't make him want you any less, not now that you two were really alone.

He was all over you, hands roaming your exposed midriff while his mouth worked on your neck feverishly. You released a heavy breath, struggling a bit with your key as you tried to jam it into the worn doorknob. You turned it quickly when it went in, hurrying to get the door open while he pushed his jacket off your shoulders. He had you pressed against the door as soon as it was shut, swallowing your surprised moan in a desperate, sudden kiss.

He was touching you like it was his last chance, with need that seemingly came out of nowhere. You held onto him, nose bumping into his as you shifted angles, his hands slipping down to your waist. He groaned into the kiss when he felt how cold your skin still was, pulling back to look at you again. He took in your appearance, biting back the million disrespectful comments bouncing around his head. Nothing mean, of course.. just filthy, vulgar thoughts about every single thing he wanted to do to you.

"You still cold?" he asked, his voice husky and heated. You nodded quickly, squeezing his shoulders to steady your shaky hands. Goosebumps raised where he touched you, which didn't go unnoticed by him. He couldn't help but smile again, kicking his boots off before beginning to pull you towards the bedroom.

"Let's warm you up, then."

**

"Baby, relax. It'll feel so good, I promise," he cooed up from between your thighs, blue eyes peeking up at you. You were covering your face, a whine leaving you lips at his insistence. You had never sat on his face before, but he seemed really into the idea. You didn't wanna take the fun out of it, you were just so nervous. He'd eaten you out a million times before, but not like this. Not in such a different, foreign way. Reminding yourself it was just Øystein, you took a deep breath, putting your hands down and peering down at him.

"If I do this.. just- you promise you'll stop me if I'm suffocating you?" you asked, expressing your fear of smothering him for the hundredth time. He just kept his firm grip on your thighs, grinning enthusiastically.

"Probably, maybe.. come on, I want you to," he assured you, gently tugging you down with encouragement. You gasped shakily when you felt his nose graze your clit, his breath hot on your weeping cunt. He was laying on his back, head on a pillow to elevate him a bit. Your knees were on either side of his head, hovering over his face with shaky fear of hurting him. Praying for the best, you finally lowered yourself.

The second his mouth connected with you, a low moan emitted from his throat, vibrating through you. You whimpered softly at the feeling, one of your hands lacing into his hair. His tongue lapped at your arousal greedily, the tip of his nose still bumping into your clit as he did so. You let out a particularly loud moan, tugging at his hair and letting your head fall back. He was right, it felt good.

He knew exactly what he was doing, tugging you even closer with firm hands, still clasped over the fat of your thighs. Your clit was fully pressed to his nose now, your lips parting as you whined. You looked back down at him, starting to frantically card through his hair with shaky fingers. He smiled against you, pulling back a bit to speak.

"What, do you like that?" he crooned, making your lower abdomen flutter and tingle in all sorts of ways. He knocked his nose against you with more intention, forcing a moan to claw its way out of your throat. You finally nodded, a quiet 'please' falling from your swollen lips. He felt a sense of pride, mumbling something about how polite you were for him before continuing his torment.

He didn't stop you when you started subconsciously bucking your hips against his nose, tongue-fucking you eagerly while you did so. You felt a burning tightness building up in your belly, your fingers grabbing at his hair again as you moaned his name like it was a mantra. He could always tell when you were gonna finish, and he didn't plan on stopping you.

He kept up his movements, letting you ride his face until you were a shaking, noisy mess above him. When it washed over you, you frantically searched for one of his hands that rested on your thigh, holding onto it the best you could while you rode it out. Pleasure was surging through your veins, pumping into your blood and swallowing you up like a tsunami. He just licked up everything you had to give him, drowning in you.

He felt your body stop shaking after a few moments, his fingers squeezing yours as you slowly recovered. You started to climb off, earning a resistant grunt from him. He kept you on his face, giving you a near desperate stare.

"One more, for me?" he asked, watching your face. He watched your contemplation before you reluctantly agreed, earning a genuine smile from him. "So sweet, let me make you feel good," he muttered under his breath, his tongue sticking out to lick a thick stripe up your slit. You tossed your head back, a low moan slipping out of your lips as he started licking at you all over again. He pressed his nose against you with more purpose, letting you grind down on it as you pleased.

He was borderline making out with your pussy, intoxicated by your scent, your taste, everything. His jaw flexed as he hummed against you, the sloppy, wet noises bringing a blush to your face. The delicious, tingling sensation bloomed over you, his mouth worshipping your sensitive cunt like she was royalty. Your noises only egged him on, music to his ears.

It didn't take much to bring you to your second release, your thighs closing around his head as you finished yet again. You moaned with significantly less control, the feeling much more intense the second time around. You had to take several deep breaths before you were ready to move off his face, legs wobbling as you did so. He almost pulled you back down, wanting to spend all night between your thighs, making you feel good. Still, he let you get up, pressing a kiss to your clit before you could fully remove yourself.

You settled on your side next to him, smiling lazily before pressing your lips to his. His hand moved up to hold the back of your head, kissing you back with vigor. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue, sending a small shiver down your spine. It wasn't long before he had pushed you onto your back, getting up to hover himself over you with that same desperate need as before.

He couldn't keep his lips off you, his tongue pushing it's way into your mouth and swallowing up all your pretty sounds. His hands were almost frantic as they grabbed at your hips, tugging them closer to his and parting your legs. You found yourself laughing quietly at his urgency, both your teeth clashing as you silenced yourself on his lips again.

He rolled his hips forward, his painfully hard cock brushing up against your sensitive, wet heat. His moan was muffled, drowned out and faint as his eyes flickered open. He pulled his lips from yours, looking down at what he was doing breathlessly, fingers pressed into your soft skin. A possessive satisfaction filled him at the sight of the small, faded marks on your hips from previous nights with you.

"Look at you.." he murmured, his eyes trailing back up to yours. His pupils were blown, his irises not much more than a thin blue outline around the pitch darkness. His dark hair fell in his face, the ends tickling your skin from his closeness. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, fighting back a smile when you started trying to push yourself down onto him. Holding your waist still with his big hands, he pushed you down into the mattress, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. His lips moved to your ear, teeth grazing the lobe as he spoke.

"You need more?" he asked quietly, beginning to pepper kisses across your jaw, trailing down your neck. He knew the answer, he just wanted to hear your voice. You were beautifully overwhelmed by him, his warmth, his lips, his hands.. all of it was throwing your senses into overdrive. "Yes, please. I need you," you pleaded, wincing when his nails started digging into your hips. Despite the discomfort, he was still being way more gentle than usual.

He finally, finally reached a hand down, holding his base so he could line up with you. You felt his lips on your skin, muffling his satisfied hum as he slowly started pushing himself inside. You gasped when his tip breached your walls, head falling back. There was a small sting, but nothing unbearable. You felt your stomach flutter, hands moving to grip the sheets beneath you.

He didn't give you much time to adjust, pushing himself almost all the way inside with an impatient moan. You cried out, clawing at his shoulders as he forced those last few, painful inches in. Tears brimmed in your eyes, threatening to spill over as he kissed your neck apologetically. He pulled back to look at your pained expression, starting to thrust in and out of you at a slow, heavy pace.

A choked moan bubbled up in your throat as you fought to keep your eyes open, looking up at him with adoration, despite the obscene nature of the situation. Your fingers were leaving small marks on his shoulders, matching the ones he was inflicting on your sides with his bruising grip. He was quick to start speeding up his pace, the filthy wet sounds of him fucking you getting louder along with your moans. Your eyes flickered down between the two of you, stomach doing backflips at the sight of him disappearing inside you before pulling himself back out. His cock was shiny and wet, coated in your arousal. The sight made your walls flutter around him.

The pleasure was everywhere, spreading through your abdomen and thrumming along with your frantic pulse. You struggled to keep a reasonable volume, using all your willpower to not scream for him (you did still have neighbors.) You were already sensitive from your previous orgasms, your legs beginning to tremble as the feeling became too much. You had a moment of relief when his thrusts began to slow, only to realize he was merely repositioning. He perched himself up on his knees, hands sliding down to your thighs so he could grip them firmly. He tugged you down while simultaneously lifting your hips a little, spreading out your legs nice and wide before his thrusts continued.

Your head fell back, hands falling from his shoulders to grip at the sheets below you. He was going faster than before, the sound of skin on skin increasing in volume as he thrusts got harder and harder. "Fuck, needed you all day," he enunciates, his own voice starting to sound strained as he rocked in and out of you. He was going at it with much more force now, chasing his own release, enticing countless mewls and moans from your shaking figure.

He couldn't keep his eyes off you, one hand releasing your thigh to spread over your abdomen. He leaned himself a bit forward, hand pressing down just enough to feel the faint knock of himself against his palm. An almost animalistic groan escaped his tired lungs, the sheer vulgarity of being able to feel the bulge of his tip stretching you out just right was enough to have him twitching inside you, moans more consistent. The sounds he was making had your cunt throbbing around him, only adding to the stimulation. He managed to pry his hand away from your belly, pushing it down and rubbing quick, firm circles on your clit. Your hips jerked at the feeling, eyes watering as you tried to grab at his hand.

"That's- ohh, 's too much," you slurred, barely aware of his prideful grin as he listened to you. You were already fucked out and overstimulated, not much more than a crying mess as he repeatedly stuffed you full. He just ignored your meek hands pushing at his, hunching himself over so he could press a kiss to your jaw. "Shh, you wanna feel good, don't you?" he cooed, nudging your head to the side with his nose so he could kiss at your marked neck. You whined, eyes fluttering shut.

"It's too good," you admitted in a whimper, feeling his teeth graze over your neck. He made a breathless noise at your words, more than pleased by what you had said. The hand that still held your thigh tightened just a bit, his thrusts never faltering. He shook his head, rubbing your puffy clit faster as he spoke to you, ignoring your chorus of moans and pleads.

"You can take it, just one more," he murmured for the second time that night. You had to fight back a heavy groan, knowing one more was never enough for him. He wanted you ruined, and he wouldn't settle for anything less. He pulled back so he could watch you, trying to stop himself from finishing before you. It was a difficult task, you were just so pretty, so perfect, all for him. It drove him up the walls just thinking about how you were his. Your mind started to go blank when he started hitting that sensitive spot inside you, your abdomen spasming.

The last knot keeping you together beneath him snapped, your climax hitting you like a fucking train. He refused to slow down or stop, fucking you like a porn star through the whole thing. You were shaking, a thin line of drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, much to your embarrassment.

He held onto your thigh like it was his sole anchor to the earth as he felt you come undone, his orgasm following quickly after yours. He pushed himself as deep as he could, filling you up with a husky whimper. He was giving you so much, emptying himself out in you with a possessive, hooded gaze. You couldn't stop shaking, fresh tears flowing down your cheeks as the feeling began to slowly subside. He panted as he recovered, realizing just how much he'd ruined you.

He chuckled at the sight, but not in a ridiculing way. He sounded enamored, relishing the sight of you all vulnerable and trembling, a sight that only he would ever get to see. You slowly started to recover your senses, breathing heavily as you came back down to earth. You were vaguely aware of him slowly pulling out, a lewd gasp sounding from your sore throat at the feeling of his cum spilling out of you.

He grinned at the sight, unable to stop himself from reaching forward and prodding at your spent hole. He couldn't help pushing some of his cum back inside, intentionally curling his fingers up a bit as he did so. His eyes flickered back up to yours when you made a soft noise, trying to push his hand away. He didn't stop, deciding to finger you lazily as he spoke.

"You did so good, baby.. aw, come on, just one more?"

**

A/N: yeah, yeah, i haven't posted in too long.. good lord i must have forgotten how to write overnight or something, tell me why this took me DAYS to finish. i might have to start updating some new fandoms soon ... but i'm def coming out with some gn!reader reader stuff next 🤭. anyways, i hope you enjoyed!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #culkin cult #euronymous #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #øystein aarseth #mayhem #angelsnkisses #mdni

[cottonlemonade]

Change Of Plans

word count: 735 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: UniversityAU!Semi x chubby!Reader

genre: smut, established relationship

warnings: mdni, nsfw

synopsis: you tease him in front of his friends

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It was raining outside and you were feeling particularly bratty today. The original plan had been to go to the park for a cozy picnic in the clear October sun but instead you had to opt for watching the heavy grey clouds march along the sky, the rain racing down the large window of the common room.

You sighed and pouted. Staying in with your boyfriend would have been perfectly fine, but the others had caught you before you could sneak away to his dorm room and invited you to a movie marathon. Spending time with his friends would also be perfectly fine, if it weren’t for the fact that you had barely seen Semi in the last couple of weeks, due to the fact you were both busy with uni.

Caught up in your somber thoughts, you were a little startled feeling Semi‘s warm, strong arms snake around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, angel.”, he murmured. You could just make out his face in the faint reflection on the window. He turned his head to kiss your cheek.

“It’s not like you can control the weather, baby.” you leaned back against him, making him tighten his hug and kiss the crook of your neck, exposed in your oversized sweater, lingering for a second too long, slipping his hand easily underneath the hem to gently knead your soft tummy.

“I‘m sure we can sneak out after the first movie.” He set another kiss to your temple.

“Found it!” Shirabu came into the common room, smiling and waving a DVD box through the air. As he fumbled with the TV, the other guys and you settled onto the couch and surrounding armchairs.

Some poor drenched delivery person had arrived just a few minutes prior with a whole load of food and snacks that were now spread out on the common room table.

Semi, ever the gentleman, covered your lap with a fluffy blanket, before slipping under it himself and putting his arm around your shoulder so you could lean comfortably against him.

Tendou sat to his other side, staring at his phone.

You made it through about ⅔ of the first Hobbit movie without any incidents. The sky darkened further, drowning the dorm in a solemn half gloom.

Semi had absentmindedly started to caress your shoulder, drawing patterns on your skin, giving you goosebumps even in the cozy warmth of the blanket and his body against yours.

As if on accident you laid your hand on his thigh, a normal thing to do, so he didn’t question it. But as the minutes crawled on and you felt increasingly needy for his touch, you moved your hand up his leg, inch by tantalizing inch.

From the corner of your eye you saw him biting his lips and shift a bit when you got a little too high. He threw you a quick inquiring look, chewing his lips unconsciously, his breathing getting shallower. You pretended like nothing was happening and started to palm his cock through his sweats, unable to conceal a tiny smirk when you felt how hard he already was. Apparently you weren’t the only one who had missed the moments in the small hours of the morning when everyone was asleep and you could be sure to stay undisturbed.

He had stopped to move his hand on your shoulder, probably concentrating on keeping quiet as you increased the pressure ever so slightly. Semi was in hell. He wanted to take you to his room already, to have you all to himself, kiss you until you were out of breath while working his magic fingers between your legs. He wanted you to straddle his lap and just roll your deliciously plush hips until he came deep inside you. He just needed release, but that was impossible at the lazy pace you were going. He actually let out a gasp when he felt your warm hand finally slip into his sweats, which was gladly covered by loud war cries from the movie, so the others didn’t notice. He leaned close to your ears, biting his lips as not to whimper and whispered “Please stop, baby…” torn between actually needing you to stop and oh so much needing you to continue.

“Dude, it’s literally the middle of the day.” he heard Tendou‘s low voice from his other side, feeling his friend’s knowing smirk.

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#semi x chubby reader #haikyuu semi x chubby reader #semi x reader #haikyuu semi #semi eita #semi smut #semi eita smut #hq semi #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu semi smut #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader

[blueskittlesart]

you might've talked about this already but. god. there's just Something about the gloom hands always reaching and trying to grab you - a direct reflection of link trying to grab zelda and failing. there's just Something about one of the most terrifying enemies in the entire game, especially when you first encounter them, being hands that will try to grab you no matter where you run and what you climb. And even the way they disappear after they fail but haven't died; like zelda disappeared. fuck.

I actually havent done much analysis of the gloom hands but i gladly will now that youve given me a reason to because you're right about the reaching motion being reminiscent of link's failure at the beginning of the game. Similarly, the other most notable thing about the gloom hands imo is the fact that they turn the sky red when they're approaching. most people compare this to a midday blood moon, but what it really reminds ME of is the way the sky above hyrule castle changes the closer you get to the sanctum in botw. the red sky is something that, in botw, was visual shorthand for calamity ganon, so imo the hands are representative of not just his failure at the beginning of totk, but his initial failure to stop the calamity in botw as well. They are essentially link's regrets CHASING HIM DOWN.

another thing that I find really interesting about the gloom hands is that they're actually not that hard to beat, relatively speaking. as long as you have some bombs or elemental arrows and a decent weapon to hit phantom ganon with they generally go down pretty easy. the reason they have this status among players as the worst enemy in the game is purely because of how TERRIFYING they are. if you can shoot them with a bomb arrow you're fine, but because of the genuine fear they inspire in players most people's initial reaction to them is to either run away or freeze in place. unlike botw's guardians which were genuinely almost impossible to defeat early-game, the gloom hands are actually easily defeatable. they're just so SCARY that running seems like the better option. and I think that says something about what role they play and what they represent to link within the context of the game--failure, and specifically his personal failures, is something so terrifying to him that he can't help but run from it even though he KNOWS he's capable enough to face it. because of his years serving as zelda's knight and the trauma that came along with his role pre-calamity, his own mistakes have become something too terrifying to even think about facing.

and the fact that the hands reveal phantom ganon once they fall is important too! because the REAL trauma link is facing didn't actually come from his mistakes. it came from ganon. The true evil behind every problem he's faced concealed itself so well that link begins to think that HE is at fault for the suffering he faces--because he couldn't stop the calamity, because he couldn't reach zelda, THAT'S why bad things are happening. but it was never ACTUALLY his fault, and when he is willing to confront his own fears head-on they easily fall through and the true root of the problem reveals itself.

#maybe this is the totk comic. ive been trying to find something good enough to write a totk comic about #the gloom hands. that might be it. much to think about #zelda analysis #totk spoilers

[scribbledghost]

Hi! First of all I would like to thank you for your writing! I've only recently stumbled upon your headcanons, but I've already fallen in love with your writing style and neighbor Simon! Can I request Simon with a male or gn reader who works as a rescue or firefighter and has the energy of a golden retriever? Kind of really always eager to help people, even risking his life to do so. It could be a regular Ghost or an au neighbor. I think that would be an interesting dynamic, especially if Simon is already retired and his s/o is doing dangerous work, though not military.

Please take care of yourselves and good luck with your writing! 💜

ohhhh not me realizing you've been waiting on me for this request for... *checks notes*... two months 🫣 I am so sorry. Thank you for your patience :')

So, for this one, I'm gonna go with neighbor Simon! And honestly? You're gonna make him go gray even earlier than he was already on his way to.

He probably picks up one of those emergency scanners. The kind that people usually use to listen to police activity, but he exclusively uses it to listen for fire/rescue. Any time your vehicle isn't at your house, he's probably got the thing on and set to the proper frequency. And when you ARE out on a call, he's glued to it to make sure there aren't any calls for backup/medical at wherever the situation happens to be.

Honestly, you probably remind him a lot of Soap. Eager to help, most of the time at detriment to your own safety. Though at least with Soap, Simon could keep an eye on him while he was off setting charges or infiltrating somewhere. Here? At home? He feels helpless. He can't very well follow you to every housefire or EMS call you go out on (as much as he wants to), so he has to settle for sitting by his little radio.

A nagging feeling tells him this is how military spouses feel. Sitting by, waiting for news that their loved one is safe and coming home. He keeps that radio on his left side always, to ensure it's not affected by his unilateral hearing loss. He wants to make sure he doesn't miss anything.

And yeah, maybe sometimes if you squint, you can see his truck parked a couple blocks away from whatever housefire you're attending. He'll never admit to that though. He just wants you to be safe, that's all. And if that means making sure things don't go too sideways (and being prepared to rush in after you if they do), then it's something he'll gladly cause trouble for.

He appreciates your sunshine-y nature when you're around him. Though it took some adjusting to, he enjoys the optimism and eagerness. It's a fresh change from all the doom and gloom that usually comes with hanging around military folks for too long. Simon probably teases you a lot about the whole "firefighter" gig anyway, asking you how many ladies come up to the handsome fireman while he's in uniform. (And yeah, okay, if you happen to do one of those "fireman calendar" things like stations sometimes do here in the States, he wants a copy. Don't you dare say anything about it though).

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #male reader #ghost scribbles #neighbor simon

[kunikinnie]

as requested by the lovely @thatdazaikin decided to do drabbles because why not AHAH tho as usual these are not proofread

seeing you in house clothes for the first time (part 2?)

featuring: Dazai, Fukuzawa x GN!Reader

Dazai Osamu

As per usual, it was the bright sunlight that woke him up. His grief would soon follow; why must his precious, delightful sleep be bothered? But today, the strangely warm and comforting rays appeased the gloom. Through hazy consciousness brought about by an overdose in alcohol, his brain managed to realize there was something different... something odd.

Suddenly, an ethereal figure entered the room. The light seemed to coalesce on its form, obscuring its face with a delicate glow.

"Am I in heaven?"

You stared at him suspiciously. Was he seriously joking first thing in the morning? (Well, it's actually almost noon). But you continued to place down the tray that you were holding beside his mattress.

"You seem to be fine, but you can at least eat a bit before I kick you out."

"What a cruel angel you are."

He gladly took the divine gift and nibbled at it. As physical sustenance slowly filled him up, reality sunk in as well.

He wasn't in his room. He wasn't in heaven either, although it might be a close substitute: Dazai was in your room, and you were sitting right in front of him.

In very casual, strictly-for-home clothing that he's never seen on you before.

"I-is there something wrong?"

Despite your bashful question, he only continued to stare at you. Who knew you were this beautiful even in such a relaxed setting? Perhaps the alcohol from the previous night continued to skew his perceptions, but he was sure that regardless of sobriety he'd always feel the same way about you.

Without a response from him, the small smile that suddenly formed on his face further unsettled and flustered you.

"Nothing is wrong, Y/N. Far from it, in fact."

It truly felt like a dream to him. The warmth that emanated within those walls was nothing compared to what his imagination had come up with; how could something so simple bring this much joy? Is that the magic of love?

He could get used to this, he thought.

Fukuzawa Yukichi (pre-ADA)

The lightest of drizzles felt like the heaviest of showers to him. His injuries slowly ate at his strength, and he knew that he had to seek shelter for the night if he wanted to survive another day. The closest place he could think of was at yours.

He limped to your door, weakly knocking before using the last of his energy to at least not lean on the thin wood. Looking pathetic to you, even in this state, was the last thing he wanted.

Unfortunately, once you finally opened the door, his body collapsed on you.

"F-Fukuzawa-san? What happened?!"

The warmth from your body burned his - was that how cold he was? He couldn't speak; it's as if his throat and jaw were frozen shut.

You painstakingly half-carried half-dragged him into your place, trying to place his body down as gently as possible.

"I'll go get something for you to wear, just wait a bit-"

He wasn't sure how long you were gone, but it felt shorter than a second. You came back with a t-shirt and loose pants that you thought might fit him, or so you said, and asked for his permission to help change him out of his wet clothes.

Only his eyes could still move on their own. He couldn't even whisper a thank you even if his weakening heart had screamed for him to do so.

That's why it annoyed him when he couldn't take his eyes off of you and his mind began to stray; now was the most inappropriate time for this. But try as he might, the way everything was setup - from the way your half-wet house clothes somewhat clung to your body to the way you so tenderly took care of him, food and all - made him feel like a husband being spoiled by his spouse.

"Tell me if you need anything else, okay?"

At that point, the warm food and blankets had finally lent him some strength. There wasn't anything he needed - not immediately, at least - except that you remain oblivious to how disproportionate the color on his cheeks were to the rest of his body.

"I will, thank you."

#bsd #dazai osamu #fukuzawa yukichi #dazai x reader #fukuzawa x reader

[echo-rambles]

birthday wishes

words: 1,567 tags: fluff, best friend!lee know, f!reader, humor, platonic cuddling, a vague allusion to bf!chan. notes: I don't know what got a hold of me. I wrote this out in just a few hours because I couldn't stop thinking about bff!lino and being stupidly affectionate. I tried my best but lino's voice isn't very easy for me to write for just yet lol. hopefully it's fun!

-o0o-

You tap at your phone screen, awakening it just enough to check the time. Maybe if you keep checking, it'll make the minutes move by faster. Logically you know that's not how it works but you're so impatient.

Most everyone else is asleep, but you can't even begin thinking of going to bed. Not only do you have something you need to do, but you're also just too damn excited. You've been waiting for this all night and it's almost time. How are you meant to sleep? 

Finally, finally, you watch as the hour ticks over and it's midnight. You've been waiting for this.

Scurrying off, you slip your way into the bedroom and sneak over to the bed. There's a lump under the covers, and you could jump on it and startle the lump awake. But you don't think it'd be a very kind thing to do, no matter how excited you might be.

Instead, you perch yourself at the edge of the mattress and begin to gently peel the blanket away, revealing the person underneath. 

"Hey, wake up." You whisper, a little sharply. 

Minho grumbles, smashing his face further into his pillow, turning away from your voice. 

"Oh my god, wake up already."

"Why?" The word is muffled and grumpy. 

"Happy Birthday!" You finally give in to your excitement and shake at his shoulder. 

"...What?" Finally he rolls towards you, squinting at you through the gloom of the night. 

"It's the 25th, you fool."

Another grumble, almost verging on a whine. "I'm trying to sleep. It'll still be my birthday in the morning, when I'm awake."

"But you're awake now."

"Under duress."

"Whatever, I want to celebrate with you now." You try to make a show of complaining, but you can tell Minho is already settling back into sleep. Well, that won't do. Not yet, at least. Crawling into the bed, you shimmy your way under his covers, until you can press your chilly feet against his shins, smiling as he flinches and opens his eyes enough to glare at you. "I bet I'm the first person to wish you a happy birthday."

The glare softens a little, and then he's sighing, shifting around so he can offer you space on his pillow to share. You gladly accept. Getting so close you're almost nose to nose.

Minho hums thoughtfully. Sleepily. "You’d bet correctly."

“By birthday rules, that means I win.”

He hums again, much more sleepy than thoughtful. “Congratulations.”

"Do you want some birthday cuddles?" You ask, already knowing the answer. 

"What would Chan say?" Minho snarks, instead of an outright rejection. 

You give him this long look, raising a single eyebrow. "'You're cuddling without me?' and then he'd jump in bed and sandwich you between us for birthday cuddles "

"Ugh, I'm glad it's just you here to smother me."

"Exactly!" You chirp, surging forward to wrap him up in your arms. He grumbles some more, but he melts into the hug regardless. Tucking his head into the space between your neck and the pillow. 

"Can I go back to sleep now?"

"I didn't get to sing happy birthday to you yet…" 

"I'll only allow it if you do it with a really weird accent." 

"Why would I sing it any other way?" 

Minho's phone chimes, interrupting you before you can really get started. You untangle yourself from birthday cuddling to practically crawl over him to grab at it. Awakening it to check the notification.

"Who is it?" Minho asks from where his face is practically pressed into your ribs. 

"Hyunjin wished you a happy birthday. Ha! He's two minutes too late! This means I definitely won.” Another chime. “Jisung gets third place, since he just now sent birthday wishes." 

"Oh, tell them that they lost. Rub their faces in it." He says, twisting about to try and look at his phone screen. He sounds more awake now, as if the promise of fucking around with your friends has energized him. 

Of course you take the opportunity presented to you, taking his phone with you as you settle back into bed, giggling relentlessly to yourself as you type away. “Ah, too slow! So sad! Noona wished me hbd the moment the clock struck twelve! You’re both losers. And then a lot of laughter.” You narrate from Minho’s perspective, replying in the group thread. 

Minho nods along, chin pressing into your shoulder as he watches the message get drafted and sent. “Add a sticker too, and maybe more laughter.”

“Perfect!” After following directions, you lock Minho’s phone and slip it somewhere under the pillow. “Ok, where was I?”

“Singing happy birthday. In a terrible accent.”

“You said weird.”

“I’ve changed my mind.” 

Huffing and puffing and complaining, you make a big show out of it. Getting comfortable under the covers and snuggling close to Minho, folding both of his hands between your own before you start to sing. Somewhere in the middle of the birthday song, your accent changes, getting away from you and turning into something completely different. It makes Minho laugh. 

You both try your best to stay quiet, neither of you wanting to alert the others to the little impromptu birthday party happening in his room. Or else they’d converge and crowd the bed, and you don’t want that. This is for the two of you. No one else. 

He starts to sing along with you towards the end, affecting his own voice and making you trip up with laughter. It’s stupid and you’re both giggling once it’s all over, but it’s worth it. 

“Ok, so.” You start, once the both of you have the laughter under control. “What’s your birthday wish?”

He hums, closing his eyes once again. The smile is still present, and you’re sure he’s not about to fall asleep again. It’s a thoughtful sort of hum, not sleepy at all. “I wish… to one day gain the ability to speak to my cats. I feel like it would be very helpful and I could ask them why they insist on chewing on candy wrappers when I buy them wonderful toys.”

“Minho-ah.” You pout, just a little, giving your clasped hands a shake. “Be serious. I really want to know.” 

Minho squeezes your hands, sighing through his nose. “It’s the same wish every year. To live a happy life, surrounded by the people I love most in the world.”

“And it comes true? Every year?” 

“I’m here with you, aren’t I? Tomorrow I’ll wake up to Changbin and Jeongin trying to make me a birthday breakfast because they don’t want me to cook for myself, even though they will absolutely burn whatever it is on the stove. Chan-hyung will spend the whole day making excited little noises because he wants to give me his birthday gift the moment he sees me but he’s already made a pact with the other boys to wait until lunch. They’ll give me hugs and kiss my face and smother me with their love, all day.” Minho’s voice is quiet as he describes everything, and you can almost see it. Like some sort of premonition. 

They all know each other so well and they all love him dearly.  

“It’s the same, every year. Because I never want it to stop being true.” 

You shuffle closer, until you can tuck your head underneath his chin. “I don’t think it’ll ever stop being true, Minho. Even if you wished for something different, I don’t think we'd ever stop loving you.” 

He laughs, just a huff through his nose, and you can hear the smile in his voice as he hums and speaks. “Well, then I guess my wish to suddenly speak feline is back and better than ever.” 

The both of you fall asleep like that. Giggling and whispering to each other until sleep claims you. In the morning you’re woken up by Chan, diving into the bed and complaining that he missed out on birthday cuddles, which is soon joined by Felix crawling into bed and asking for cuddles of his own. You immediately latch onto Felix once he’s close enough, abandoning both Minho and Chan to smush Lixie’s face in your hands. 

The bed becomes crowded not long after, just like you knew it would, with Jisung joining and squeezing Minho in a hug, apologizing that he wasn’t able to wish his jagiya a happy birthday sooner. (Seungmin had poked his head in, saw the messy cuddle pile, and simply wished his hyung a happy birthday before leaving to ‘supervise Jeongin.’) 

It’s all very sweet and a little loud and Minho gets his revenge by pinching Chan’s ass at least twice. 

Hyunjin skids to a stop in the doorway, both hands braced on either side and his face solemn. “Changbinnie is trying to burn down your kitchen.” 

“I am not!” Changbin bellows back, voice carrying down the hall. Hyunin presses his lips together tightly.

“I take it all back.” Minho says, from his place folded deeply into Jisung’s arms. “I wish that everyone would leave me to lay here and rot away in peace.” 

“But we love you.” You say sweetly as you grab his cheek and pinch. Minho smiles at you, all teeth. Jeongin yells something in the background about how toast should not look that color. No matter what Minho says, you know this is the start of a very perfect birthday.

#stray kids #skz #lee know x reader #stray kids x reader #echo writes #there is mention of reader dating chan because i cant help myself ok #i was busy all day and once i was finally at my computer #I just wrote all this out in like two hours #HE DESERVES BIRTHDAY CUDDLES #happy lee know day

[conjectureand-gloom]

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‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ fandom list ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

hamilton (feel free to request for any hamilton ship, i love them all so much, alexander is the absolute DREAM for a multishipper. alexander is my main target for angst! this is my main fandom)

jesus christ superstar (jesus/judas or jesus/judas/mary mainly for jcs, but feel free to ask for any other ships and i’ll consider it!! and no, i am not religious. i have been raised christian, but just ended up with religious trauma)

a good girls guide to murder (pipravi fluff and angst :) but i’ll so gladly write fics about sal and andie, or becca. ravi is my comfort character, and i just torture pip relentlessly)

nevermoor (personally i’m more of a cadence/morrigan girly, but fics for nevermoor will mainly be gen! i love found family, so jupiter & mog fluff or angst is my favourite)

in the heights (canon ships mainly, but feel free to ask for other ships! i’m not in the ITH fandom much, so these are going to be much more inaccurate)

newsies (again, more gen fics, but i do ship dave/jack. also i love angsty crutchie fics. this is one of my smaller fandoms, so these will be super inaccurate)

keeper of the lost cities (preferably marella/linh or tam/keefe! but again, feel free to ask for any ship!!)

hunger games (gen, preferably. but i’m team peeta in case anyone was wondering. fuck gale.)

maze runner (okay i haven’t read or seen TMR in ages but newt/thomas)

divergent (canon ships only. and no, christina/tobias is not canon.)

six (gen all the way. found family. also i love katherine howard angst over any other queen)

the song of achilles (achilles/patroclus? literally what other ship is there????? this is my favourite book)

wednesday (wednesday/enid. i feel like this requires no explanation. also. angst fics. i almost exclusively write angsty wednesday fics, rather than enid. i love the whole of the addams family, and i love familial hurt/comfort)

marauders (i’m not in the marauders fandom much at all, like i really only know the actual hp canon marauders. so.)

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i’ll write for any fandom listed above, i love them all! however i am much more active in hamilton, agggtm, jcs, nevermoor and kotlc, so those fics will be much better than the other fandoms’ would be

i’ll write any genre other than smut, and angst/whump is my absolute favourite. any AUs you could think of, literally anything, i’m not picky!

i won’t write romanticised abuse, non/con, or anything like that. that’s not to say that my fics can’t have dark aspects, but i won’t romanticise any of that.

on that, i’m not going to write any non/con, romanticised or not

also, i won’t write omegaverse, nor will i write y/n or self insert fics. nothing wrong with those genres, i just don’t write them!

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ written works ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

It’s Only A Matter Of Time - A Hamilton Watches Hamilton Fic

i wish i could say that was the last time

call me son one more time

when they surround our troops

then a hurricane came

take a break

and his right hand man…

she was holding me

the great war

we got traffic on the west side

steal into my affections

the fact that you’re alive is a miracle

fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

my father wasn’t around

philip, you would like it uptown

i may not live to see our glory…

an outrageous demand

stay alive

my dear, angelica

to convince you that i love you

but this situation’s helpless

like mother, like daughter (agggtm)

“but now this room is spinning…”

“i’ll call out your name but you won’t call back”

“like crying out in empty rooms, with no one there except the moon”

me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you (gifted to @holes-in-my-false-confidence)

baby it’s cold outside

the entire exposé (inspired entirely off of @jittyjames’ fanfiction series ‘the price of his war’)

my world is burning (yet another fic based off of jami’s series ‘the price of his war’)

i’m sorry if any of these links are incorrect, i spent over an hour on just this section

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achilles, come down (last two works in series still need to be written)

je m’appelle… lafayette? (one chapter to go)

lams (taylor’s version) (a few chapters to go, unsure if it will be finished)

you’re the one who disappears (agggtm, unsure if it will be finished, or when)

judas’ death (jcs angst fanfiction)

untitled (hamil-gang liminal spaces au longfic thing idk)

febuwhump drabbles (possibly)

be my valentine challenge

so big/so small (so big/so small from deh but hamilton and his ma)

bloom like rose thorns (a longfic that may or may not ever be finished)

rewrite of ‘i wish i could say that was the last time’ and ‘call me son one more time’

baby don’t cut (lams angst based off of a song with the same name)

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ collaborations ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

fem!hamilton au with @jittyjames and @firebalda

if anybody is interested in collabing at all, please hit me up!! i love writing with other people!!!!

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please send me any asks at all!!! and also please put fic requests in my ask box, i did say that i would have your request out in 6 months, but i have had one sitting in there for over a year (sorry jami.) but um. i promise im trying to get better at that

also, feel free to ask for fic recommendations!!!! i’ve linked a post earlier in this post with a huge list, but it’s not fully updated with some more recent fics :)

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akeyla ml- posts about/with my incredible incredible partner @holes-in-my-false-confidence who i love so much ❤❤❤❤❤❤

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➳ Xiao x gn!reader

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➳ Fluff ; No warnings

The vigilant yaksha of Liyue deserves the world, so you set up a little date for him. [22.08.2022]

Zep's Note ; As you can probably tell I gave up towards the end because I was really struggling help.

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     "And that brings it all together nicely," Verr Goldet stated, taking a step back to admire her work with a satisfied smile. 

Her call made you halt your own activities, since you were also about finished with your task. You cast a quick glance at the string of light she had laid out over the wooden balustrade before your gaze strayed away to look around, to see the transformation the rooftop balcony of the Wangshu Inn had undergone. 

The place was already beautiful on its own, with its pretty yet cozy decor against the magnificent backdrop of the wildlands of Dihua Marsh that surrounded the accommodation. But with the help of the inn's owner, it now looked like a castle garden from a fairy tale book you used to read when you were young. Although the decorations were kept very simple, not a corner of the balcony had remained untouched and the results were astounding. You couldn't help but gaze around in awe.

Strings of fairy lights traveled across the balcony, from the roof down to the balustrade and across the wooden barrier, wrapping the place in a light warm and gentle. There were a myriad of flowers, from pretty glaze lilies to frail qingxins and everything in between. Some were bound together in small bouquets in vases, sitting there daintily. Handmade flower garlands adorned the place as well – you and Verr Goldet had spent a lot of time on them and to your relief they turned out great – and together you put them up so they complimented the decor of the inn perfectly. They brought along a sweet scent to the air, and you breathed in with a smile. In the middle stood a bamboo table with a red lantern perched on top of it, and two chairs were waiting to be occupied.

The canopy of the large tree that harbored the inn casted long shadows over the wooden balcony, and it was getting quite dark now that the sun was about to set. The fairy lights and lanterns brought forth their glow with more intensity as the daylight faded, and the scenery looked just like how you had pictured it. 

     "Thank you for helping me out," you smiled at the owner of Wangshu Inn. "It's beautiful. I couldn't have done this without you."

     "Don't mention it," Verr Goldet dismissed kindly. "Our adeptus does so much for our nation, if I can do anything to help ease his troubled mind I gladly do it."

The woman had instantly agreed to help you as soon as you told her you wanted to set up a little date for you and the adeptus. Though she didn't know much about the troubled male who often lingered on the rooftop balcony of her inn, she was aware of his pain and his struggles and took every opportunity to do something in return for the vigilant yaksha, to repay him for his loyal duty towards the land of Liyue. 

     "It turned out really pretty," you commented, taking one last admiring look around. "I hope he likes it."

     "I'm sure he will," Verr Goldet reassured you. "I may not know him all that well, but even for an outsider it's not hard to recognize the joy in his eyes when he is with you."

Her words made you smile. You knew you brought a speck of happiness to Xiao's life that was filled to the brim with gloom and misery. It was so obvious, from the way he kept coming back to you, from how he sought your company when the darkness was about to devour him, from the serenity that fell upon his face when he was with you. The black fog mauling at him didn't follow the yaksha when you were around. His life was full of sadness, pain, and despair. Tonight was supposed to distract him a little, to step out of his role of the conqueror of demons for a moment. 

     "Xiao usually appears right when the sun sets," the woman told you. "I'll let Yanxiao know that he can start cooking soon." 

You nodded, and she left. Now you were alone, and you gazed around to admire the decorated place once more. It really was beautiful. You hoped Xiao would find it in him to relax for a bit, under the peaceful glow from the lanterns and fairy lights. You prayed that he would be able to let his burdens glide off his shoulders and enjoy a night of peace. 

You moved towards the edge of the balcony, resting your arms on the balustrade and allowing your gaze to wander over the wildlands of Dihua Marsh. The sun was gradually moving closer to the horizon, nearly disappearing behind the mountains that stood tall in the distance. The twilight sky was painted beautifully, with vivid shades of pink and orange dusting the clouds that drifted by in the darkening atmosphere. A pleasant breeze rustled your hair and you closed your eyes for a brief moment. You felt at ease, but you were brimming with anticipation at the same time – along with a faint touch of nervousness. 

Xiao never let you know beforehand whether or not he would come to meet you at the inn. You knew he couldn't, for he never knew what burdens his duty would bring him that day. There were times where he wouldn't show up for days straight, sometimes even weeks. It had been a few days since he last showed his face. Surely he had to come today right?

You had prepared everything, despite his arrival not being guaranteed at all – and that was what made you nervous. What if he didn't show up? What if you did all of it for nothing? The mere thought saddened you, but you knew it was the risk you took. 

In utter silence, you watched how the sun slowly set. You felt a bit restless, continuously checking your surroundings as if Xiao would magically appear out of nowhere – which he, ironically, often did. But for what felt like so long, he did not show up. Over time your surroundings grew darker, the canvas of the evening sky shifting from orange to purple to sapphire. In the forthcoming darkness, the strings of light brought a gentle glow over the balcony, and you were starting to fear that the beautiful atmosphere you had created would go to waste. The night slowly fell, and you still waited. 

But an icy gust of wind tousled your hair, and you spun around just in time to see the remnants of black fog dissipating. There he was, your dashing adeptus, his amber eyes flitting around in mild confusion as he regarded his surroundings. A wave of relief washed over you – he was there! – and your heart leaped in your chest when he looked at you.

     "Y/N?" Xiao asked, his voice tired. "What is this?"

His gaze was quick to wander off again, taking in all that you and Verr Goldet had decorated so daintily. He breathed in and you did too, relishing in the sweet and delicate scent of flowers carried by the gentle breeze. Xiao's golden eyes were wide, sparkling vividly as they caught and reflected the fairy lights around you. You couldn't help the smile that fell on your lips; it didn't matter how stunning your surroundings were, Xiao carried a beauty with him that surpassed everything. 

     "Do you like it?" you asked, observing the yaksha closely. 

He looked worn-out, his arms and torso full of cuts and scratches, and you could only guess that his day had been filled with bitterness and pain. But the look on his face was awestruck as he gazed around, which gave you the answer you were looking for. 

     "The entire rooftop is decorated," Xiao concluded, his voice a little rough yet astounded. "Did you do this? Why?" 

With tentative steps he walked around the decorated rooftop, as if he was afraid to break the spell were he not careful enough. He reached out to caress a garland made of Qingxins, the frail white petals bending under his gentle touch. The wooden floorboards creaked as he made his way around, and you watched the yaksha with a smile. 

     "I just wanted to do something nice for you," you replied. "Verr Goldet also helped." 

Xiao nodded, ending his exploration and taking gentle strides towards you, coming to a halt in front of you. His amber eyes sought yours and his hands went up to cup your cheeks hesitantly. Your heart jumped, and you were certain that the male could hear the drum beat rhythm in your chest, now that he was so close.

His hands were cool against your skin, and you loved having him so close to you. The adeptus wasn't exactly the best with words, and he remained utterly silent, but you learned to communicate on a deeper level. You knew his inner thoughts from the way he gently held your face, how he looked at you with his amber eyes brimming with the gratitude he couldn't manage to voice out loud. 

     "It's all for you," you beamed at him. "For you, my dashing adeptus." 

Xiao's eyes widened a little upon your words, and he had to avert his gaze in order to hide the blush that crept up his cheeks – but you saw it, despite his efforts. It was adorable, and your smile grew.

You brought up your hand and carefully peeled Xiao's hand away from your cheek, folding your fingers over his knuckles. The male let it happen, looking at you silently as you softly tugged on his arm to lead him towards the table in the middle of the rooftop. He sat down onto the chair you pulled back for him and you took a seat opposite of him. The tiny lantern that sat in the center of the table illuminated the two of you softly, and the yaksha looked ethereal when the soft breeze rustled his raven hair. He still looked a tad bit flustered, but he allowed his gaze to meet yours.

     "Y/N?" the dashing adeptus spoke up, reaching out across the table to rest his hand atop yours. "It's… You made it look beautiful." 

He seemed unsure, hesitant to speak up. But he did so more and more often, when he was with you he really did his best to bring a voice to the silent mirth he felt. 

Though it had been obvious, you felt relieved now that he quite literally told you that he liked it. Your efforts weren't for nothing, and you had succeeded in bringing some joy to the vigilant yaksha. You felt warm on the inside, giddy even. All you wanted was to make the troubled male happy, to bring a tiny spark to his eternal darkness. 

     "And that's not all," you told the male when you heard a pair of footsteps approaching over the wooden floorboards. 

Smiley Yanxiao stepped onto the rooftop, balancing two plates in his hands. He looked as grumpy as ever, but he did his best to offer you a smile when he lowered to set the two plates on the bamboo surface of the table. 

     "Two servings of almond tofu," the male announced, bowing slightly before stepping back. "It's on the house, as per request from the boss." 

Xiao's hand shyly flew away from yours, his eyes solely on the plate that was set in front of him. Only when the cook of the Wangshu Inn walked off and left the rooftop did he look up at you again. 

     "You even–" he began, but never finished. 

     "Of course," you replied, smiling at the disbelief on his face – though it also saddened you, since the male obviously wasn't used to good things coming his way. "Only the best for you, Xiao. You deserve it."

He pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes and balling his hands into fists as he seemed to overthink something. Then he pushed his chair back, the harsh and sudden motion taking you by surprise, as he rose to his feet.

     "Get up, please," he ordered, and still a bit dazed by the shock you obliged. 

Before you could fully comprehend what was going on, he closed the distance and threw his arms around you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and you couldn't help the gasp that slipped past your lips before you too wrapped your arms around his lean torso and reciprocated the yaksha's sudden hug. 

It was fully dark now, with only auburn remnants of the glorious sunset painting the sky. It was a pleasant night, and even now it wasn't the slightest bit cold. In the darkness, the glow from the fairy lights was faint and gentle, as was the mellow breeze that caught your hair and caressed your skin. You closed your eyes, breathing in Xiao's comforting scent that mixed with the sweet scent of flowers.

He held you tight, maybe more so than ever before. It brought you so much joy, to be held by your dashing adeptus. Rarely did it ever happen, for your beloved yaksha to reach out to you like that. You relished in the moment, making sure to enjoy it to the fullest. From the warmth of his body flush against yours, to the strands of his raven hair that brushed your cheek, to his breaths that tickled your neck as he nuzzled even closer. He was so close, it was so soft and precious and your heart swelled with happiness.

     "Thank you, Y/N," Xiao spoke, barely a murmur against your skin. It tickled, and it made you smile. 

You would do everything for him. You wanted to be a spark of light that ignited within the shadows of his misery. Xiao deserved the world, but the world didn't deserve him. You promised yourself to take every opportunity to make him happy. 

Neither of you felt like letting go so you simply didn't. The almond tofu remained untouched, until long after it was served. And when you finally let go and gazed at his face, your heart skipped a beat.

Because you saw it.

The ghost of a smile, solely meant for you.

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[queerprayers]

Forget MBTI or astrological sign--your new personality type is your favorite verse of "We Three Kings." (Mine is the fifth)

1: We three kings of Orient are; bearing gifts we traverse afar, field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star.

2: Born a king on Bethlehem's plain, gold I bring to crown him again; king forever, ceasing never, over us all to reign.

3: Frankincense to offer have I; incense owns a deity nigh; prayer and praising, gladly raising, worshiping God Most High.

4: Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume breathes a life of gathering gloom; sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, sealed in the stone-cold tomb.

5: Glorious now behold him arise, King and God and Sacrifice; heav'n sings alleluia; alleluia the earth replies.

Chorus: Oh, star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright; westward leading, still proceeding, guide us to thy perfect light!

by James Henry Hopkins, Jr., 1820-1891 this version found in With One Voice: A Lutheran Resource for Worship, 1995

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[starry-miki]

TLDR: If devildom had traditional clothing in the past, what type of region of the world would inspire their traditional clothing for style?

****Spoilers from NightBringer on Lore****

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Since it’s been revealed in NightBringer, lesson 14, that before the world was named the Devildom and before the first Demon King, there was a Fairy king that ruled over the land. Which before the Devildom had its buildings and it’s castle, it was first covered by forest (this info was from season 2). So the (future king) demon tricked the Fairy King to drink its blood which made them go into a deep sleep, thus creating the first demon king or so that’s how the legend goes. AND it’s been stated in NB lesson 15 from thirteen, that rumors said that Barbatos has been around before Devildom was even form and Thirteen also mentions that Solomon has said that Barbatos has popped up in ancient documents and he is at times is mention under different names. SO what happens Barbatos was the demon that “poisoned” the Fairy King, and he was the first Demon King but he was somehow kicked out so he decide became a servant to reclaim his throne but ended up getting attached to Diavolo Jk Unless 👀

Since Barbatos is most likely to be around for a long freakin time, Pre-Devildom and Devildom time, what type of style or traditional clothing would he or other demons be wearing? Like we get a statue version of what the Fairy King is supposed to look like and have an idea of what the past is suppose to be wearing, but Ngl it bland 💀 (also do the fairy king sleep upwards???💀)

Credit: Obey Me! NightBringer Lesson 14-1/4

Alright so a prime example of like ancient civilization traditional period clothing thing for for their over world would be Tears of the Kingdom from Legend of Zelda: (which is also the reason the idea popped into my head lol)

Common features: similar color palette of earthly tones, white pine cones shape with number 2 and 3 and the right image of the steward (the stewards r so cute 🥰) , etc etc

In Conclusion: they have the same feel of the same time, so I was wondering if the Devildom has an “traditional clothes” that was commonly worn when the Devildom was being established, what exactly would it look like? I would love to draw an idea up, especially since Barbatos was possibly around doing the time, and dress up the boys (and thirteen even if she isn’t a demon).

Yes I’m aware that it has been stated and implied in the game that their demon form is the best formal/respectfully outfit they could wear, but I like the idea of the beginning of the Devildom having “traditional clothing” 😩 (also do the outfits change over time when it comes to the demon form or do they remain the same? Like Barbs wearing the same demon outfits since the beginning, I just don’t see it, it’s way to modern💀💀)

However how much I would love to attempt to make “traditional clothing” for the Devildom I have no idea wear to start, like what type of style they would go for, I know their demon form is meant to represent them, so it doesn’t give me much to go off, on making traditional wear and I do want each traditional wear to have their own pizazz, but similar style. So I’ve tried thinking of all the Devildom traditions like holidays to give me a type of theme to go off by, but like most of the time the events would either be RAD related or like human world events.

HOWEVER (the sequel) I think the best vibe or color scheme for the Devildom traditional wear would have to be this outfit from TOTK again Lmao

Sorry for the low quality I couldn’t find a decent quality, it’s called Gloom Resistant Armor if you want to look it up for better quality. But this roughly what I was thinking in color palette however I don’t mind hearing about other ideas as well.

I would gladly appreciate to hear everyone thoughts and ideas on the matter as well, and ideas of style you would think Devildom traditional wear would be (that is not fully kimono or Yukata based but could be use as a reference) or any inspiration from an region of the world or from a different franchise. Information of any “traditional holidays” that is canon in Obey me is welcomed, any type of information little or small is always welcomed, and if you wish to talk about this subject with me feel free to DM if you want. 😘

Anyway if you have made it this far in reading thank you so much for your time in reading this, I hope you have a lovely rest of your night or day! 🥰

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[scenicphoenix]

some more Gloom link au ranting (some repeating just to have almost everything in one place)

Au of He came back "wrong", his memories are there but incredibly foggy, the only crystal clear memories he has are Zelda and Ganon. He spends a long time just wandering the depths in a haze.

He's made entirely of gloom at this point, mostly. If you stripped the gloom away far enough you would find his mummified body. The a mix of his old magic/soul and gloom is literally keeping him alive at this point. Without the gloom his body would fail him and he would die. Pruha and Robbie thinks he can be cured, uh oh! Impa is unsure.

The reason this au happened in the first place is because Raru's arm didn't have enough energy when detaching from Ganon and dissipates. Zelda picks up the Zonai stone as normal, Link protects her from the awakening Ganon as normal, they all fall and Zelda is sent back in time. But no one is there to catch Link from falling into the depths with Ganon.

Ganon takes advantage of the situation, wants to use their hero against them. He tries to control his mind in different ways but none of them work, Link is too stubborn, he won't be controlled. So he decides to just let the gloom overtake him completely and start from scratch with the heroes soul as a baseline. Is this new gloom created Link still Link. Link doesn't know either, who is he, why is he. He does know he isn't going to be taking orders from this asshole, and when he's gained enough strength back makes a run for into the depths. Learning to teleport between sources of gloom.

He is very protective of his tattered champions tunic, the broken master sword (he does later manage to get it to the temple of time), and his only clear memories (mostly being of Zelda) his later interactions with old friends goes as well as you would think when he's a walking corpse now and barely remembers them.

His first interaction with another person after being turned into gloom was with a Yiga, who needed help escaping a Lynle. Link has been enjoying fighting stronger monsters lately just to let off steam. This first yiga doesn't know how to feel about this, they're alive thanks to the guy they want dead, and are they a little more unhinged than usual?

Link is still kind and caring at heart, he collects brightbloom seeds to give to people who can't see in the dark like he can. He will gladly show lost explorers towards the nearest sign of life or an exit. He has become a sort of cryptid/myth

He physically can't talk, he screech like those hands though. And as his control of gloom gets stronger he is able to make different types of noises, like chirping, growling, and laughing. He is still unable to produce words, that would require functional vocal cords and his are unfortunately mummified

He likes covering up completely, usually in the depths set as it contains the gloom he's made of so it's less likely to harm nearby people. It also helps if he needs to go to the surface, the sun is a tad painful these days. Light itself and light magic being particularly harmful to him.

Getting the fully healed master sword from zelda (the light dragon) has a very good chance of outright destroying him. He's the only one who can wield the sword, and the only one who can retrieve it. He will figure it out

He ends up making quite a few friends with Yiga due to his acts of kindness. He doesn't notice he's getting a small following until it's too late to do anything about it. His ability to manipulate gloom has been seen as impressive he guesses. The following gets bigger when he's able to start controlling monsters with the gloom

Can use gloom like glue, can still use Zonai devices to his advantage. They are more likely to fall apart on him though do to the nature of gloom.

Prefers being in the depths at this point. Is concerned about what Zelda will think of him once she's turned back. I'm thinking of having her come back "wrong" too. Anthro dragon princess and the love her life mummified twink resurrected by gloom. Don't worry (worry actually she will over work herself) she'll find a way that they can safely be together.

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@andlifewasnotthesamebutitwenton as requested here are some poetry recs!! just a collection of some of my favorite poems :) in terms of poets my two favorites are probably e.e. cummings + richard siken <3

wild geese by mary oliver

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by e.e. cummings

wishbone by richard siken

jessica gives me a chill pill by angie sijun lou

the crowds cheered as gloom galloped away by matthea harvey

anglerfish by maverick

outbreaks by kitchen mckeown

two-headed calf by laura gilpin

if morning never comes by kallie falandays

the loneliest job in the world by tony hoagland

another elegy by jericho brown

regarding the rottgen pieta by elle emerson

ramadan lament by leila chatti

what resembles the grave but isn't by anne boyer

and what good will your vanity be when the rapture comes by hanif willis-abdurraqib

the sensual world by louise glück

how to be a dog by andrew kane

#poetry recs #txt

[hedgiestail]

Warning: Jason’s evil doppelganger

- Jason? - mesmerized, Salim watched as the man in front of him slowly turned around, keeping his right hand concealed behind him.

It was his American! Despite the lack of lighting, Salim would have recognized him anywhere. Exactly as Iraqi remembered him during their farewell by the cabin, only without the bulletproof vest and backpack. Three-color desert camouflage pants, blue T-shirt, green and black shemag, cap... Wait. It was in the work briefcase, where Osman had put it before leaving the car. How did Kolchek know?

"Run"

¬- What is it? Cat got your tongue? You didn't seem to have any trouble talking back there, – the familiar southern accent made his head spin.

Salim blindly flicked the light switch on the wall a few times with no effect. He could see through the bedroom windows that the lights are on in the neighbors' houses.

- I am only shocked by the encounter, my friend! Please don't take it personally, – panic crashed his chest. Red alarm going on and on in his head.

“Runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrun”

- The heart you robbed me of? - Kolchek's intonation oozed with contempt. With each word he spat out, his face became more and more distorted.

- Jason, I don't know what you're talking about, – Salim stepped back, american stepped forward, keeping to a shadow.

- You don't know, do you? Of course you don't know! You went back to your son. Well done! You're a truly lucky fella! And you don't give a fuck that I'm eaten by worms 10 under! And not a single fucking mutt knows where those bastards dumped my body! Life's a fairy tale, isn't it, Salim? Come on! Talk to me! Answer me! - Towards the end, Kolchek's voice broke into a scream.

Salim felt sick to his stomach, as if he had spent a hot day in a closed and stuffy room without a drop of water. His mouth was a desert. His hands clutched the bloody umbrella to the whitened knuckles. Knees felt so weak that he thought if he took a step they would buckle.

- Scared? - Jason took another moved forward, stepping into the patch of light from the window.

Blood, Allah, so much blood. There was a crazy open smile on his face, a few teeth missing. Eyes whitish with a completely blank expression, wide open. His chest, like a sieve, was riddled with bullet wounds. The stench of rotting flesh filled the bedroom, causing Salim to gag.

- Do you like it? - Jason sneered, – Reward for my alliance with the enemy! - Abruptly he pulled his right hand from behind, gripping the metal pipe in ready-to-fight position, –  I'd gladly share it with you!

A gunshot.

Ringing filled Salim’s ears.

Jason's body crumbled to the floor, merging with the gloom beneath the bed. The only thing left on the patch of light was the cap and his trusted pipe.

#shot from my ff #jalim #jason x salim #dark pictures house of ashes #house of ashes salim #house of ashes fanart #house of ashes jason #I have a growing suspicion that the only thing I can draw is some creepy shit #:c #I want to draw some cute stuff #matter how fast I'm to draw it #it's always faster #second chapter

[quirkle2]

I love Marrow's design 🤍🤍🤍 Does Marrow like cooking or have it not been introduced/figured out the concept yet? What does it and Link think of each other? 👀

marrow has only seen the concept of cooking put into practice by observing the yiga from faraway—and because of that, it probably thinks cooking is exclusively used for bananas (smth he doesn't have access to in the depths unless he steals from the yiga themselves). he's familiar with the concept of cooking meat, though he always chars it when he tries. he doesn't cook very often. i'd say the most creative thing he's ever "done" with "food" is him taking a bite out of the giant mushroom trees VGEYAIV

marrow sees link long before link sees marrow. marrow is very good at going about unannounced in the darkness, and link is a bit of a fumbling silly hylian in the same setting, so marrow actually follows link around quite a lot before he's ever even aware it's there. marrow thinks this new creature shaped like the yiga is very interesting. they bring in new light sources that marrow loves and soaks in gladly—this guy has WAY more brightbloom seeds than the yiga ever do, and he sprinkles them around like he's trying to grow a garden

marrow cannot help but feel there is something disturbingly familiar about the guy. he just never quite gets it, even when link finally does.

link actually reads about marrow before he sees it, too. in the book entries the yiga leave about in their camps, link occasionally sees mentions of "The Echo," described as a creature with the face of the very guy they have a mission to kill. mysterious, skittish, sometimes hostile, mostly curious. link thinks maybe it's some creature conjured up by ganon's gloom, despite some of the conspiracy theories written in the yiga entries

the first time link sees marrow is when marrow willingly comes out into the open. link sees a hylian body with animal-like hindlegs and a tail, concerningly visible bones, and a face that, while partially covered by thicker gibdo skin, is instantly recognizable as his own. he keeps it together outwardly. inwardly, he's freaking the fuck out

it's... kind of disturbing, looking at marrow. imagine seeing a clone of yourself, but like,, Really Fucked Up. think of the general vibes of the famous bonding scene between hiccup and toothless—link attempting to befriend this thing that's obviously not made of gloom but a living creature, and marrow having his general jumpy and untrusting nature constantly overshadowed by curiosity. when link moves too quickly at some point, marrow is scuttling into the shadows and not coming back out. link is left wondering

if this thing was just a creature with a random face that he didn't recognize, link wouldn't be nearly as bothered. he'd just think Wow That Was Crazy and go on with his day, since there's Other crazy shit in the depths to look at. but this thing had his face. that's . not something to ignore

link has no idea who to ask about this. he considers interrogating the yiga, but judging by their entries abt "the echo" they're just as clueless. he asks josha about it instead. josha bursts into ramblings about theories and starts flipping through books upon books of notes, asking questions link hadn't even considered and doesn't particularly want the answers to. josha suggests trying to find this creature again, to study him and learn. link shrugs; yeah aight

link catches onto the fact that marrow is attracted to light, so at some point he just tosses a bunch of brightbloom seeds on the ground and sits in the decaying moss, waiting. sure enough, marrow slinks out from the darkness and slowly but surely worms his way to link until they're a few feet apart, staring at each other

link asks marrow who they are, signing and speaking in case it doesn't understand one or the other. marrow tilts its head. okay. so it doesn't understand both

an obstacle to be sure, but it doesn't discourage him. he lets marrow lead the conversation instead—"conversation" being marrow poking at the lanterns of link's miner's set and watching them wobble and dangle around. link sees his clawed fingers in the light. he decides to be very careful about making any sudden movements

over time, their meetings became more casual, and more frequent. there are stretches of time where link doesn't enter the depths bc he's busy on the surface looking for zelda, but when he does come down, marrow is seemingly always nearby, despite the depths being just as big as hyrule itself

link asks marrow at some point if he knows of a zelda, or where she might be. marrow tilts his head again, crunching the glowing petals of a brightbloom seed between his fingers. ok.

later into link's journey, he starts to realize that he often finds marrow Somewhere near the secret spring of revival; if marrow isn't following along behind him after a while of him being down there, he always finds him at that spring instead. this must be his home, given the decorated lightroot nearby that link hasn't had the heart to activate

link looks at his map one day, and sees that the secret spring of revival is directly below the shrine of resurrection. he thinks about that for a long, long time.

#qktalks #fwoosheye #marrow #SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG IM SO FULL OF EELS #mental eelness #anyway . ty for the questions i love rambling abt him #totk spoilers #tears of the kingdom spoilers #just in case ??

[netherworldpost]

Atticus, you are just too dang cute for your own good. may your Halloween be glorious and joyful.

Whatever gloom I can share, I do so gladly, there is so much Halloween to behold, more than enough for us all and all of our monstrous proclivities.

I feel the most moonlit ghost in the cemetery.