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flokali · 10 months

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♢ Worship | Zhongli

Warnings: AFAB! Reader, Non/con -> Dub/con, Mind break (MC), Yandere, Cult AU, isekai, past violence towards MC, patronizing behavior towards MC, penetration, fingering, delusional behavior/thoughts from Zhongli, cum is everywhere, unprotected sex, dumbification (MC) (kind of), dirty talk, use of the c^nt, manipulation of MC, repetition, cock-drunk MC, desperate Zhongli, degradation towards MC (slut, liar, whore), implied exhibitionism, implied s.ex between MC and other Archons, unrealistic sex. Ask to tag!

Roles: Top! Dom! Zhongli | Bottom ! Reader

A/N: Here it is... it's definitely something new for me;; It's absolutely not for everyone and I am begging you to read the warnings, if this is too much for you do not read it! It's 100% fictional and falls under Dead Dove / Dark Content: it is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. Anon, ILY and you're the best... my beloved ! Took me forever to get this out, but here it is... yipe >_<

Word Count: 5.2k !

— Minors do NOT interact —

You were shunned away and hurt by those who you had once loved.

Already weak and alone, it was as if they took joy in seeing you despair, as if the way you crumbled around them was entertaining.

It hurts, oh Heavens above, you were miserable.

It wasn’t just physical, it was emotional and mental as well – every single weakness you possessed was exploited until you became a shell of yourself, your mind and body governed by fear and hatred and a need to survive, because you needed to survive. Even if it meant being reborn anew, you couldn’t let them win.

You couldn’t bring yourself to forget, it was all too painful, too cruel, too unjustified; they drove you to your limits and pushed you further until you broke. Until the person looking at you in the mirror looked like you, spoke like you, thought like you, but didn’t feel like you.

It’s why you couldn’t forgive the man standing in front of you, because deep down you knew he would have killed you if given the chance back then. You knew he held no regrets, that he’d do it all again to the next person who committed the crime of being deemed unworthy.

“I cannot,” your voice was assertive, or at least as assertive as you could muster in front of a God, “I… refuse to forgive you.”

“Please be reasonable,” Zhongli begs of you as he approaches you slowly, like a hunter would its prey, even if he claimed to think himself bellow you - you knew he held more power than you “we had no idea – I had no idea… if we’d known earlier, I swear upon Liyue Harbor itself, things would’ve been different.”

“And yet, time runs forwards,” you reply, slowly walking further away from the approaching man, or at least attempting to, but it was no use as he quickly makes his way closer to you, long legs and fit frame having no qualms in cornering you, “I have no use for ‘what if's’ or ‘could be’s’ - what is done is done, we have nothing to talk about, now let me leave because this is getting ridiculous.”

“My god is so stubborn,” he chuckles, acting as if your words meant little to him, something that greatly confused you - he spoke highly of you and yet seemed to think lowly of your person -, “I am afraid I don’t yet know if that’s something I like or not,” he mumbles that last part to himself before addressing you once more, “alas, I cannot let you leave until we reach a suitable agreement, your grace, you’re clearly not thinking clearly if you don’t see the multiple benefits that having me as your servant shall bring; with me by your side, you may as well be unstoppable.”

You scoff, a sense of disdain flows through your veins as you glare at him; you were slowly growing agitated by him and his presence, “First, you claim I’m your God and now you speak of me as an equal, as if I needed you - as if you had a right to speak to me at all -, what is it, Zhongli?”

He says nothing, his eyes take you in, you both know you’re cornered with nowhere to run, with you now completely at his mercy. It reminded you of the times he’d hunt you down with the intent to kill, if you were honest you much preferred the way he looked down at you back then than the current look in his eyes as he judged you with his eyes, as if assessing how worthy you were of his time albeit claiming servitude and humbleness before you.

“How utterly foolish, how… cute.” He chuckles, now only a mere inches away from your face. You hadn’t even noticed the stones he’d raised from the ground caging and forcing you into his proximity.

His hands, cold as they were, find their way to your cheeks. You attempt to swat his hand away but he’s simply too fast, quickly gathering both of your limbs and forcing them against his chest; the position was uncomfortable as you were forced to look up at his larger frame and feel his toned chest, a strange feeling was brewing in your lower region you desperately tried to ignore.

“Of course, you’re my God,” he says, his words serious, he spoke with such conviction it made your skin crawl, “and I’m your humble servant, which is why I am begging you to reconsider your opinion on not only myself but my people as well.”

“Absolutely not.” You accentuate your words, even if they come out a bit muffled from the way he gripped your face, to make your point loud and clear.

“Very well then, you leave me no choice,” he smiles and it sends a shiver down your spine because nothing good has ever come from someone smiling at you like that, “if you won’t let me worship you, then I’ll have to do it by force.”

His lips crash into yours but he makes no move to withdraw his hand from your cheeks, instead he uses it to press deeper into you - as if attempting to consume you whole.

You have no idea how long he’d been kissing you for, all you know is that his lips were devouring your own and that his tongue was battling with yours for control over your own mouth. The hand that grasped your wrist guided your hand to caress the archon’s chest, over his hardening nipples and around his pecs. There’s short intervals between kisses, but he doesn’t properly pull away until you’re begging for him to let you take in oxygen.

“Ah…” Zhongli finally pulls away to breathe, you’re in shock as you look at him, pure anger running through your veins, a complete contrast to the blissful look in his face as a blush overtakes his godly features, “You taste… divine.”

Ridiculous, Zhongli was being completely and utterly ridiculous! Making a joke, and a poor one at that, at a moment like this where he was doing this to you was incredulous. You wanted to scream at him, forcefully make him understand that you didn’t want him nor his sick worship and yet your body easily made way for him to slot his lips against yours once more as he parted them with a squeeze of your cheeks.

“Mhm~” You can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you feel his tongue enter your mouth once more, “Ah, hmgh… humgh!”

Your back is flat against the wall, the Lord of Geo’s body effectively caging you in, and you have no choice but to part your legs as he places his knee between your own. You can barely breathe properly as he attacks your mouth, as if he’s making sure to explore it until he could map it out, his groping hand that had now left your cheeks and teasing touches don’t help at all as you feel yourself grow dizzy with unwanted arousal, a feeling shimmering in your pussy that has you unconsciously bucking your hips into his strong and firm limbs.

“You look so much better like this, Your grace,” he says as he takes a breather, his eyes – eyes you once adored back when you were home – glowed with arousal as he looked you up and down, “so quiet and docile, so obedient, it makes me want to eat you whole.”

“Rex Lapis! How dare you – ah, ha~ah!” You’re about to scold him and speak up when you break into yet another moan, you almost go cross-eyed as you feel his knee tease your neglected crotch; the cloth of his robes create a texture that feels heavenly against your hardening clit.

“Hmm? What is it, your highness?” He asks, feigning innocence as if he wasn’t the man responsible for your aroused state, “If you wish me to stop, speak up now before I get too, ah, excited.”

Zhongli once again doesn’t give you time to respond before he’s attacking your neck with fluttering kisses, “Come on, if you want me to stop,” he mumbled hungrily, it’s almost brutish the way he handles your body forcing jolts of arousal and pleasure to spark through your body, “say so.”

He’s challenging you to speak up, it’s as if he’s daring you to tell him to stop. He knows, the sick bastard knows that somewhere deep inside you - you still adore and want him, that a sick part of you wants to forgive him and be loved by him.

“Mora-ah~ !” You moan as he sucks at a particularly sensitive spot in your neck, his hands teasingly run across your thighs, caressing the skin in a seductive manner that has you trying to close your legs. Your core is slotted near his knee, where he can teasingly bump it up against it to give you momentary sparks of pleasure.

You want to scream at him to quit toying with you but you can’t formulate the words, not with the soft whimpers and groans you were letting out. He gives you a particularly strong bump, one where your clit — which was growing more sensitive by the second — and his clothed knee come into direct contact. You let out a particularly high pitched moan at that, the feel of his muscle against your lower lips simply intoxicating, that has Zhongli responding with a grunt of his own, something that sounded like your name rumbling from deep inside his throat.

“Such a slut for me,” he manages to get out, he’d been too busy teasing your skin with his teeth to comment on anything for a while, “such a good whore…”

It felt demeaning to be talked down to like that, especially by someone who claimed to wish to become your humble servant, but his words had a primal part of you beaming with satisfaction at being called good. You’re so taken aback by your own reaction you don’t notice him tugging at your robes and undergarments, not until he’s freed your cunt - allowing it to come in contact with the air.

“There we go,” he praises you, finally detaching himself from your neck, which was now littered with bruises and hickies, “your grace, I am truly honored… to be the first of your followers to make love to you…”

There’s a sick, almost delusional, look on his face as he breaks into a soft grin as he palmed your cunt, thick fingers gathering the slick that slowly poured out of your cute hole as it desperately tried grasping at anything.

His hand parts your legs further so he gains better access to your cunt, before he takes his free hand to properly caress your nerves. Slow and sensual movements against your clit and slit have you desperately bucking your hips to meet his fingers, he never inserts a full digit up your gummy walls instead opting to slowly work the opening by stretching your entrance and fingering you only up until his dip joint. Your arousal soon is leaking down your thighs and hitting the floor, making a mess of cum and love juice that would’ve made even the Devil blush, even the amount that escaped your soaking hole surprised, was it normal to be aroused enough to leak into the floor, you wondered.

“You’re ready,” you break out of the hazy mist of lust that clouded your mind as soon as you hear the man speak, “hah… I’ll… I’ll stick it in now, your grace… I’ll make sure to fill you up.”

“What…?” You manage to pant out, but he doesn’t answer you - instead he opts to free his hardened cock from beneath his clothes, a thick and long monster that sends a shiver down your spine as you questioned how he even thought someone could take it without hours of prep beforehand, and directs it towards your soaking entrance, “Z-Zhongli… don’t, please… you’re too big and… I’m not, I’m not ready… please, don’t… I’ll forgive you if you stop, stop! Just please, no… stop, I… I’m sorry, I…”

He pays your begging no mind as he slots his tip inside of your hole, which is enough to have you desperately clawing at his arms; “Hah, your highness… we - we’re becoming one…”

The Lord of Geo decides to ignore you, opting instead to slowly sink himself further into your gummy walls, even with the previous preparation and the slick you’d released your cunt was gasping in pain as you felt his thick dick enter your poor, tight pussy; before you knew it you were practically spasming around his length, awkwardly jolting and jumping as his cock slowly made its way past your tight muscles. The pleasant burn and torturous slow pace has you gasping and rolling your eyes towards the back of your head; he’s not even completely inside of you and you feel so… full. You don’t even want to imagine what it’d be like to have all of him inside you.

“Hah~ Hah,” you hear him pant beside your ear, his hot breath making you shiver, “you’re… tight…”

Your face is heating up at his words, it doesn’t help he’s slowly pressing himself deeper into your hole nor that he is slowly grinding himself against your walls in an attempt to ease your tense body.

“You’re t-too big…” You miraculously manage to get his hands off of you, “Fuck, get off… please… g-hgkh! ”

You trail off, too focused on the pleasure at hand to finish your thoughts. You didn’t want this, you didn’t want to have his dick inside you and yet your body sucked him in so greedily. You’re shaking and panting by the time he finally bottoms out, his balls hitting the fat of your ass with a soft thud that made your walls momentarily tighten at the lewd and erotic sound, it was too much and yet you were beginning to grow fond of the feeling of his cock bulging against your stomach.

Zhongli lets you sit on his dick for a while, allowing you to get accustomed to the feeling of fullness, probably trying to get used to the feeling of your warm walls encasing his dick, you try to pull him off you one last time but he doesn’t even budge, he’s too big, in retaliation, he gives a smooth roll of his hips that has his cock rubbing against every nook and cranny inside of you, including your special, spongy spot that had you seeing stars.

“U-ugh…” You let out a gurgle, you don’t want to admit it but the way his dick felt inside you had you seeing Celestia.

It’s the realization that he had no intention of letting you go un-fucked, and the shame of feeling aroused, that has you finally releasing the death grip you’d had on his arms, a sense of defeat and humiliation settled in your stomach; to preserve any reminder of your dignity it’s best you just let him use your hole like a toy. You’d denounce him, obviously, once the act was done and you’d have him sentenced, hopefully, to death for defiling you - that’s truly the only comfort you have.

It seems he takes your now compliant state as a go ahead to start moving. It’s painful at first, you’re overly aware of how his cock is moving inside of you and the feeling of pleasure is almost completely overshadowed by hatred and humiliation, your companion, however, seemed to be enjoying himself. You’re certain this whole event would be uncomfortable and unpleasant, you doubt you’ll even finish, or at least, you did until a particular thrust hit a particularly sensitive nerve that sent an aggressive wave of pleasure coursing through your veins, it’s blinding, it quite literally took your breath away as your brain struggled to process the unexpected yet erogenous sensation.

“S-shit!” You gasp, your whole body twitching. For a second, all thoughts left your mind, only a primal need to feel good again taking over as the wave rocked through your body, infiltrating every nerve and muscle, coursing through your brain as you desperately tried to prolong the almost intoxicating sensation. You don’t even realize how tightly your cunt is clutching his dick until he lets out a condescending, deep laugh.

“D-did you feel good, your highness?” His breath hits your ear and you suddenly feel overstimulated from your recent release and the feeling of his burning skin encasing you.

His words bring you back to reality and you have to restrain yourself from biting a chunk of his skin, you’re still trying to come back from your high, a high you desperately wanted to deny; “A-as if, hah, a monster-r such as yourself could pleasure me… f-fuck!”

“Is that a challenge, your grace,” he asks, golden eyes narrowing in amusement, , “if so,” he adjust your position, suddenly your legs are no long touching the floor as he’s taken them into his arms, his hands hold your knees so you can’t fall nor escape his brutal thrusts, you’re at his mercy, “I won't back down.”

That’s the start to an agonizing pace, one where he’d give deep, sensual thrust into your pussy - he’d start of slow, making sure you felt every vein and bump that made up his cock -, and then pick up the pace momentarily with short yet precise, rapid thrusts that had you bouncing in his arms like a rag doll.

“Do you like it, my beloved?” He lets out as he desperately tries to coax a confession of pleasure out of your lips, keenly aware of the way your insides became harder to exit the more aroused you were, “If, ha-ah, if I pleasure you like this everyday, you surely will forgive me, r-right?”

You’re too preoccupied with the way Zhongli’s hardened length rubbed a particular spot inside your walls that had your legs tensing helplessly in his grasp to answer; you could feel a ball of uncomfortable pleasure build up in your lower region that had you panting the more it grew.

Your thoughts were slipping away as the man lowered his hand to toy with your hardened clit, you felt like you were about to cum from that ministration alone but you helplessly try to stop yourself; you’re certain that if you cum even once you’d completely lose yourself, it was already hard enough not to beg for him to stop teasing you and fuck you properly as it was, and you’re certain that the minute your slick coats his dick, you won’t be able to stop yourself from begging to be fucked like an animal in heat. But it was so hard, so terribly hard, especially when he began kissing and teasing the hickies he’d previously painted over your body, the added feeling of your clit being rubbed as your cunt was being pounded into in different rhythms had you bucking your hips to meet his own - even a second without his cock inside of you was becoming unbearable, you… you needed his dick, you needed to feel good.

You wanted to sob from the frustration of the never ceasing pleasure that was building inside you, you wanted to cum so bad you were growing desperate, not even realizing your hips had begun moving on their own in an attempt to hurry up your release. You don’t think you’ve ever been so sexually frustrated, continuously growing restless as your head began clouding from pleasure.

It’s as if he was reading your mind because as soon as the thought hits you, he moves near your ear to moan in a low voice; “Go ahead, my love, cum for me… just know that if you do, I’ll take it as an invitation to become yours… Come on, make this dick yours, I… ha-ah… I know you want to.”

Wasn’t that so lovely? Wasn’t that such a wonderful agreement; in exchange for your slick, you would have one of the greatest cocks in the continent as your own personal servant!

Because it was what you deserved right? After all those months of pain and hurt, you deserved to feel good and be loved like you always were meant to be loved.

Zhongli notices your apprehension and he doesn’t blame you, but he was going to make things right; he had to, no matter what, no matter how, no matter what it takes, he will make it up to you. Even if it meant lowering himself from the status of Archon, even if he had to apologize and beg.

“I’m so sorry,” he begins mumbling into your skin as his cock keeps abusing your hole, he knows it’s an underhanded method but he doesn’t care, he meant every word he said - even if his way of showing his feelings was wrong, “you didn’t deserve any of it, no… y-you should be worshiped, you’re – fuck! You’re my savior, you’re everything to me, everything… I love you, I love you, I-I’m y-yours,” your cunt unwillingly clenches at that, “I-I’m yours to do as you please… you’re so good to me, so good… Come on, cum on me, use my cock… Allow me to repent for my actions, you will - won’t you?”

As one of his hands continues to rub your clit, the other supports your body weight, he doesn’t even seem to break a sweat as he holds you and fucks himself silly inside your tightening cunt.

There’s something about his desperate tone, the way he whines into your skin in between kisses and sucking, that has you believing his words; maybe he was regretful, maybe he did see what he did wrong, he was clearly trying to make it up for you by having sex with you, right? This was okay, right? He was sincere, you both knew he held a deep hatred for his actions, he’d been begging to see you ever since he’d learn of your true identity, he’d sent you gifts and offerings in an attempt to swing your favor; Rex Lapis didn’t do that for anyone, Zhongli didn’t do that for anyone.

He kept going on and on about how sorry he was, how desperate he was to feel you cum on his cock, how badly he wanted to serve you, how much you meant to him, how everything he ever did was for you; he loved you, he needed you, he wanted to be with you, he needed to be with you. His voice was growing raspy and whiny, a completely new side to the normally composed and cool Zhongli you were used to.

His words begin to seep into your brain, his admissions of guilt, his declarations of love, the way he begged you to take him as your own.

“I-I feel your pussy tighten,” he mumbles, “you’re so… you feel so good, mhm… I’ll be yours, I’ll make it up to you, everything – Please, s-shit, let me be yours, I want to be yours, allow me to serve you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Zh-zhongli…”

“Your grace,” he moans and you can feel the way his body shudders as you whimper his name, “I’ll do anything for you, please - please, ha~ah?! Make me yours, let’s cum together, please, I want to cum inside you, I want you to come… If I make you cum, you’ll let me serve you, right? M-my lord, mine, mine… I’ll claim you as mine, my own god, only m-mine, mhm-mmph… I’ll make it up to you, you’ll be mine, you’ll love me, you’ll love me-ah, we’ll do this e-everyday a-and you’ll be mine, hah~”

You felt the last of yourself break as the words he whispered made your cunt squirt all over the Archon, the one who’d hunted you for sport, made your life a living hell, who’d offered his body and power as an apology; he now stood with his hips and pelvis covered in your cum.

“C-cumming! Ah, ah-hah… I’m cumming, ‘m cumming, shit! I’m cumming on your c-cock! Hah, hah… ah~ah, ghk-k!”!

Yet you couldn’t stop, your poor pussy kept leaking as you convulsed from the intensity. It didn’t help that Zhongli made a point of pressing himself as deeply as he could inside of your pussy, as if trying to penetrate your womb with the tip of cock.

It’s as if your body had been lit on fire, your body twitches and turns as you gush all over the floor, it’s an electrifying feeling as you give up control and succumb to pleasure.

Cock, you were cumming on Zhongli’s cock, on the man who wanted you dead only a few weeks ago, you were on his cock, his cock was inside you, your cum was coating his cock - the cock that was humping your pussy, the man who was groping you, the one who’s threatened to kill you. You could only think about his cock, the big, long, thick, fat cock that had you drooling over yourself. You didn’t know what was leaking out of your pussy, it kept coming and coming out, coating the Archon’s lower half with your love juices - your legs hurt as you tensed and twitched and your nipples and clit all felt painfully hard.

It takes you a few seconds to stop cumming and yet, even as you were held in his arms panting from the feeling, you weren’t tired – in fact, you don’t think you’d ever felt better.

It seemed the man balls deep inside of you was feeling the same way for it doesn’t even take him more than a minute to start bouncing your limp body on his cock once more.

“More… I want more, more, wanna… wanna cum again.” You’re too out of it to realize you were speaking your thoughts, too desperate and drunk on the feeling of sex and the pleasure it was bringing you to feel shame.

Even though your body felt heavy as lead, you weakly try to match the rhythm set by Zhongli with your hips, desperately searching for the pleasure he’d given you minutes before.

If you’d been looking at his face, you would have been able to see the look of surprise that washed over his handsome features; was this really you? Had it truly only taken you a good fuck to temper you out? His golden eyes seem to glow brighter as his excitement grows, his dick somehow hardening even more albeit still being inside of your warmth. He takes it as a sign to adjust your body one more time, taking you in his arms once more and allowing him to bounce you on his cock like a toy.

You’re too sex-brained to fully comprehend what was going on, only truly thinking with your cunt - desperate to feel the white ball of pleasure explode inside of you once more and to feel Zhongli coat your insides with his cum.

“Ha-ah, Zhongli,” you whine, your voice comes out airy and unsteady as your whole body bounces on his dick, “p-please… c-cum inside me! ‘Wanna feel your cum inside my pussy, pl- fuck! Ah, ah - feels good, your cock feels so good! ‘m gonna cum again, wanna cum with you… hah, hah, l-let’s cum together…!”

You can feel his breath hit your neck as he nuzzles into into your shoulder, an airy chuckle soon followed by teasing words;

“I-I, hmm… I thought you’d never f-feel pleasure from a monster such as myself,” his voice is raspy as if he were barely containing himself, “my grace is such a g-greedy liar…”

As if to prove his point he gives you a particularly rough thrust, one that has you seeing black as your eyes roll back from the pleasure.

“P-please… I want your cum inside of me, ghk! Want your cum, wanna feel your cum on my pussy, wanna be your… your, wanna…! Fuck, you feel s-sho’ good, so go~oh~od, aha, ahhhh…!?”

“Don’t worry, my beloved,” he breathes out, hurrying the pace of his hips, he never fully removes his cock from you, instead opting for shallow thrusts that are aided by the length and girth he possesses, “my only wish… is to serve you.”

You can’t even respond as one hand comes to massage your breast and the other lowers itself to play with your clit, the added ministrations have you panting and desperately grinding yourself against the Archon; your body felt like it was on fire from the heat that bloomed from where your two bodies became one.

“‘M close, ‘m gonna cum inside you.”

Those are the only words you have to brace yourself before hot, sticky cum is shot inside your aching body, painting your pink insides white with his depraved love. He doesn’t say anything, his own brain seemingly turned into mush, only capable of low groans and moans that border on animalistic while he made sure to press himself as deep as he humanly could, making sure that not a drop of the cum you’d asked for escaped your greedy hole.

As he rides off his high, emptying his balls inside of you as he softly rocked your body, you can feel your sex clench and slick begin to ooze out of your cute hole. He notices it, and begins rubbing your clit in an attempt to coax you into cumming for him. His finger feels heavenly as he rubs it in quick, fluid motions across your clit and vulva, the cum from your previous release and the overflowing left overs from his own aid you as your feet begin to curl and a ball of pleasure that had been growing inside your lower half finally explodes and you cum one more time on Zhongli’s cock.

Albeit not nearly as sudden nor shocking as the first one, you’re still left a twitchy and aching mess as your legs fall limp in your captor’s arms.

But after tonight, your brain could hardly process him as a threat, everything before the second he’d inserted his dick inside you felt like a distant nightmare, the man who now cradled your body was no longer your enemy - not now, not to you. Your eyelids feel heavy and you’re beginning to doze off as you feel a sloppy kiss be left on your cheek, you look up at Zhongli for the first time since he’d started to fuck you.

His pale skin is burning pink, sweat rolls off his handsome features, his lips look rosy pink and you can see faint bites on them from when he desperately contained his moans, he looked nothing like the God who’d terrorized you previously; his eyes were the easiest give away, however, where they once were full with hatred and disgust, they now shined with passion and servitude.

In his mind, he’d earned your forgiveness, the debauched act of taking you against your will was his last ditch attempt at making things right, and so from today onwards, in his perturbed mind, he was officially your first follower in the continent of Teyvat and most devout worshiper.

“Mhm…” A smile blooms on his lips as he squeezes your ass, the geo wall vanished and you’re left clinging to Zhongli as he adjusts his cock inside of you, the soft movement has you jumping from overstimulation, your sex drunk look endears the Archon as he duly noted his guests’ footsteps approaching, “let’s show them how to properly serve you, shall we?”’

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pinkrasberryfish · 2 months

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So…

The dynamics of ships… why is Elriel a good fit for the ACOTAR series? Why is it just as intriguing and beautiful as Feysand or Nessian? I’ve written hours and hours of Elriel fan fiction, exploring dynamics and tropes, and I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface of their potential.

It’s established that our High Lady is a fighter. Feyre can physically fight for herself. She beat the Weaver which showed her mate that she was worth of the engagement ring and fought the Wyrm while her mate watched. She defended the Rainbow. She even won the war with Hybern through fighting. There are countless times where Rhys has sat back and let his girl go out swinging.

Then we have Nesta. Nesta is feisty and learns to fight for herself. She wields the mask, becomes a Valkyrie, and even goes through the Blood Rite. Cassian didn’t swoop in and save her… he let her fight.

Now Elain. Our girl needed rescuing. She did not fight her way out of the Hybern camp through cunning and brute strength. Azriel swooped in and saved her. And you best believe if she had been plunked into the Rite, Azriel would have come and saved her immediately. She is never incited on physical fighting missions like the Battle of Adriata and the closest she has gotten to blood was stepping out of shadow to stab the King of Hybern.

Now.

Does that make you uncomfortable? Does Elain needing help make you think less of her? Is she weak because she’s not like her sisters? Is that why everyone is wanting another story with a Valkyrie falling in love with a bat boy?? Because our other heroine is too weak and needs to be shipped off to a controlling high lord in spring ??????

This is what frustrates me.

Physical protection and physical fighting is not the only way to show strength.

Nesta was WRECKED after the Cauldron. She was self-destructive and cruel. Elain seemed to struggle but eventually healed through her hobbies and natural processing of everything. Even the loss of her fiancé, she recovered from. She is mentally strong.

Feyre too, has had moments of weakness. She could have physically run out of that wedding, but her mental bondage kept her walking down the aisle. Rhys had to intervene and save her in her moment of desperation. Elain could be walking down an aisle to Lucien right now, but she’s not. She’s choosing her own path and showing mental strength.

The fact that Azriel has rescued Elain physically and the fact that she cannot fight does not make her a less powerful or valuable female. Measuring women by their ability to perform historically-masculine acts is misogyny. She does not need to conform to the masculine power standard of 90’s feminism to be worthy of her own bat boy.

The beautiful thing about Elriel is that they have both been cast aside, despite being loyal to their core, Azriel to Mor for centuries and Elain to a gross human loser who broke her heart. They love even when it hurts. Even when it’s not reciprocated.

This dynamic feeds into their bond beautifully because in each other, they find what they’ve always needed—someone who wants them and sees them and chooses them above everything else.

Azriel will always physically protect Elain and champion her mental and emotional needs, but I believe Elain has the power to save Azriel too; to open up a side of life for him where he is desired and love— where he is protected and listened to and nurtured. A place where someone chooses him above everything else.

This is why Elriel is just as beautiful as Feysand or Nessian. It’s not unequal and Azriel doesn’t need a Valkyrie to “match his strength.” Elain is already strong.

#elriel #elriel forever #pro elriel #elain archeron #elriel supremacy #pro elain #elain x azriel #elain #pro azriel #azriel and elain #Elriel thoughts #Elriel rants

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yourdeepestfathoms · 2 years

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okay but Ride the Cyclone could have been Way Darker if it wanted. i mean, it's literally about six innocent children dying horribly in a roller coaster accident.

imagine their uniforms stained in blood from their injuries—but not all of it is even their own because, you know, Jane got decapitated. there's a good chance her blood literally sprayed onto them.

and speaking of injuries! Ocean or Constance have a limp because their legs got crushed by the front of the cart, the kids will sometimes wobble unsteadily when walking due to head trauma, maybe they wince at different intervals and tentatively touch a part of their body in pain, blood runs down the side of their faces, Ocean and Constance had their ribs shattered when the cart crashed, making them spit blood because the broken bones impaled their lungs…

and since Karnak is controlling them during the choreography, they have no choice but to dance and perform like some kind of fucked up puppets, and despite their movements and tones, their faces reflect expressions of pain from their numerous injuries.

now, picture this: they could have a moment where they fight against the control because they’re tired, and everything hurts, but they’re not strong enough. they have no choice but to go along with the choreography.

and then, after the song is over, whoever’s it may be, there’s this moment of silence…and then one of them just collapses, shuddering in agony, trying to fight through the waves of pain washing over them. the others go to their aid, but they start to falter, too, weighed down by their wounds. they’re all exhausted, mentally and physically, and they just want to rest. dying was bad, but this is worse. this is torture.

imagine, like, Mischa finally snapping. he goes at Karnak in a fit of agonized rage, trying to destroy the stupid animatronic fortune teller that’s keeping them from the afterlife. he’s screaming at Karnak, and Ocean approaches slowly, trying to get his attention, trying to tell him to stop, but even she can’t ignore how badly she hurts.

blood gushes from her lips as her ribs become a sort of bear trap in her chest, crushing her from the inside, and she would have collapsed if it weren’t for Mischa abandoning his outrage to catch her. they both still go down, but Mischa softens the blow. in his bloody hands, Ocean looks so small and vulnerable, her broken body wracked in trembles, and it just makes Mischa so fucking angry because this isn’t fair, none of this is fair. they don’t deserve this.

and then, in this weak, impossibly fragile voice, Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg, the girl who always seems to keep going no matter what, who hates doing nothing, who just wants to work and work and work, croaks out, “i’m so tired.”

Mischa breaks. Ocean does, too, and the two of them embrace with all the strength they can muster as they sob, sharing this mutual sensation of hopeless pain.

one of them opens an arm, beckoning the others to join them, and the others oblige. even Jane. if they can’t manage to walk over, they crawl.

these poor, injured children huddle together, finally putting their arguments aside for a moment to find temporary solace in the arms of one another, supporting each other with their own bodies because they’re too weak to support themselves. they can only find comfort in each other now. after everything their deaths have taken from them, they still have that, at least.

#don’t tag as ship #i think that would be pretty neat :)#yes ocean and mischa get the spotlight in this because they’re my faves #rtc #ride the cyclone #ocean o’connell rosenberg #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #jane doe #penny lamb #constance blackwood #the amazing karnak

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faislittlewhiteraven · 3 months

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So seen a few 'What if the ISAT cast were in Pokemon Mystery Dungeon' posts...

And I'm gonna put my hat in the ring because darn it I've been thinking about this for over a week now and I want to infect others with these ideas.

Siffren: Hisuian Zorua - White, adorable AND comes free with a neck ruff to hide their face in, but well, doesn't it fit Siff extremely well lore wise too? Just a cute little guy that's a remnant of a home and life forcefully taken away, Normal enough to be among the living with no issues but also Ghost because there's something missing... Something lost that shapes them, tears at them but they just can't let go... Also they eat a lot, have a good amount of mischief in their nature and use 'illusions' for self protection so like. It's a perfect fit really~ XD (Also the 'red' aspects during the Vs Friends fight makes me wonder if in the PMD version of ISaT Siffrin is evolving so wrong somehow that the universe is breaking and a huge chunk of the fight is the party basically mashing B button in utter terror~ XDDD)

Isabeau: Ditto - No joke, Isabeau had me really stumped for ages because what kind of pokemon species goes from nerd to buff to eventually somewhere in the middle during their evolution line but then I realized 'Wow I'm an idiot. There's a pokemon all about Change that can be any form right over there!' and thus Isa-Ditto was born in my mind. I like to think he's almost always in the form of a Marchoke, Zangoose or Scrafty or something that to the others is big and buff but Isa's warm smiling ditto face always stops him from ever looking intimidating, and back in the 'nerd' days Isa probably stuck to being a Gothita/Gothorita, if only because they're about the only mon I can think of with braids and they do seem like a good form if one wants others to stay away so they can focus on studying and stuff...

Mirabelle: Minccino/Cinccino - Ok, most of my reasoning for this one is because Mira visually reminds me of the Minccino line (those eyes <3 And her ribbon! <3) but like, she IS pretty studious and helpful and probably cleans up after everyone and that's Cinccino as anything to me, plus the sheer way this mon blitzs with Skill Link... IDK I just really feel the line suits her.

Odile: Kanto Persian or Purugly - After realizing Siff, Isa and Mira were all Normal types I decided to make it a thing and since under this logic Odele couldn't be a Kadabra (as was my first instinct), the idea of her being this big old book reading cat affectionately rolling her eyes at everyone else's nonsense just had so much appeal <3 Leaning Persian if only because its design matches her visuals better but the thought of her as a Purugly feeling comfortable enough around the others she doesn't puff up her fur via her tail around them is pretty cute/very 'seems standoff-ish but is secretly affectionate Odile' so I'm still struggling to choose between them.

Bonnie: Zigzagoon - Bonnie was probably the hardest to pick out because there were so many possibilites (Aipom for the mischief? Munchlax for the cooking/food vibes? Oh but what about Meowth for their weird hug face???). But then I realized pokemon of all sorts could do all of those things and what really stands out about Bonbon is their 'NPC somehow on the big adventure and doing their best' vibes so a spunky little Zigzagoon using their 'Gluttony' expertise in food to 'Pick Up' the party's sprits felt really fitting (also they way they dart in and out of combat with their Quick Feet just. It works you know? XD). Not sure which Zigzagoon form would be most fitting for them but currently leaning Galarian if only because Siff being weak to Bonnie fits hilariously well, it matches with Bonnie's 'desire to be edgy despite still being adorable' vibes and the mental thought of them far off in the future, all grown up and protecting their family as a big bad Obstagoon gives me a ton of warm fuzzies so yeah~ <3

Euphrasie: Lopunny - Look, it's just the hair, the affectionate personality and her being really really tall compared to the others alright? Only the party is actually Normal locked to me! X'D (I could see her as an Altaria or a Mega Ampharos as well but Lopunny just feels more 'right' somehow.)

The King: Hisuian Zoroark - . . . In my defence, he's an incarnation of malice born from the loss of his home/life with long long hair who acts as Siffrin's foil, pushes them towards 'discovering the red' and yoyos between tragically lamenting and being a ruthlessly, cruel monster who would hurt a child. There was no other option.

Loop: currently torn but leaning Cosmog/Cosmeom or Mimikyu for most of the game and Necrozma/Ultra Necrozma for the Act 6 secret fight - Finally the one non Normal type! And the fact it's the eldritch feeling Loop is kinda perfect? Helps them stand out more at least, and well you really can't beat Ultra Necrozma for 'star shaped thing that is both terrifying, potentially world ending and in immense amounts of pain'. (...Also its weak to Siff's H!Zorua and Bonnie's potential Dark type so it fits type wise also XD).

Change God: Mew - Do I really gotta explain why? (Legendary, has Transform, cute and sweet but also a little bastard, etc- It ticks all the boxes XD

So... Yeah. Those are my In Stars and Time 'what Pokemon would the main cast be' thoughts.

#isat #in stars and time #Pokemon mystery dungeon #PMD #isat pokesonas #silly #but also I've put way too much thought into this #oops all normal types #isat act 6 spoilers #isat siffrin #isat mirabelle #isat isabeau #isat odile #isat bonnie #isat euphrasie #isat king #isat loop #...you think pokemon types actually still exist in a ISaT/PMD fusion or if all battles are still rock paper scissors? I'm leaning the later #isat spoilers #just realized that if everyone from The Island is a Ghost type (now)#then everyone else being normal type kinda explains why no one can hear the language/remember the place #because its a ghost language and Normal is immune to Ghost (laughs and cries in 'yay pun but also ahh that's a horrible joke to make')#isat pmd au #not related to neoncityrain's isat pmd au (had most of this in my head prior to their Siff Shinx art post) but check that out too plz <3 #isat all normal pmd au

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llamagoddessofficial · 11 months

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Do you consider any of your skeles to be neurodivergent? And if so, what flavor of neurospicy are they?

As someone who thought they were neurotypical until very recently (guess who was probably autistic this whole time) I'm always hesitant to put neurodivergent labels on my boys, simply because I don't want to end up misrepresenting a really serious issue. I've always believed that my characters are open to individual interpretation, and if you look at one of them and see yourself/your own neurodivergency reflected in them, the last thing you need is me clumsily rolling in and going UHMMM ACTUALLY THEY HAVE [insert completely incorrect view on mental illness] SORRY.

If you look at one of my skeles, and you see a particular neurodivergency that speaks to you, it's canon. Everyone's individual interpretation is canon. That's my rules. I'm definitely interested to see what people think!

That being said, if we're looking at my individual interpretation of my boys, I do have some thoughts.

Sans: I think we can all agree this man is depressed. There's no argument there. But as someone with two siblings and a parent that have ADHD I also see a lot of inattentive ADHD reflected in him. Though his ability to read people has made him pretty good at masking his main issues, others can't help but peek through- the executive dysfunction when it comes to "basic" chores and tasks that don't interest him, hyperfocusing on a particular subject and working himself into exhaustion on his 'projects'.

Red: To me, Red has anxiety. Anyone would after living in his world- his Pap probably does too. But since weakness cannot be tolerated, his anxiousness manifests as a more acceptable outlet in the form of aggression. Even when he's with people he trusts, he finds it hard to ever completely relax, constantly restless an 'on edge'. As soon as any of his fears begin to manifest, if he can't escape, he lashes out in seemingly over-the-top manners.

Skull: PTSD is a big one. And his relationship with food isn't exactly... stellar. But also given my sudden closeness to the subject of autism Skull does seem to fit an oddly large number of those criteria. Desiring safety in mundane routine above all else, getting upset if the routines are broken. Struggles with/fears social situations, loud spaces are overwhelming, he can come across as blunt and uncaring. Unless it's his loved ones he despises being touched- and when it is his loved ones he has difficulty registering what is and isn't 'normal' and displays his affection in ways that can seem bizarre and frightening in their intensity if you don't know him.

#llamagines #i like the idea that sans really struggles with chores #but doing things for Mc is very psychologically rewarding for him #he gets a lot of serotonin from her delighted face at him putting his dishes away for once #he suddenly finds himself... able to do smaller things #like washing up a cup rather than just leaving it in his room

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blocksgame · 6 months

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Purgatory, sleeping through the first night -

qsmp, /rp (feat. small selection of guys I had specific mental images about)

There’s a space left open next to Antoine but it won’t be filled for a while at least. Etoiles is too pent up and busy to sleep, he’s strategizing, he’s leaving to fuel the furnaces and pace. Like Etoiles, Fit has a tenuous relationship with sleep even on Quesadilla Island, and they’re not on Quesadilla Island. Fit is generally having a grand old time, but he will not be sleeping tonight, not in a lawless death arena surrounded by other people, that’s not happening. So both of them are propped up against the walls of their underground base, and they're texting Phil.

Phil is stressed. Phil is afraid. They kept saying shit about the eggs and some mystical bullshit and now there’s a death game and they’re pitted against each other and reality works differently here, Phil knows how to build something from wild nothing but not here and he hasn’t had to fucking do it in a long time, alright, and it’s scary, every time. Okay? It’s scary every time!

The first day’s work kept his mind busy, at least. But he sits in his little shelter with his friends piled around him, asleep, and thoughts like is this real start poking through. He asks how Etoiles is feeding everyone. Fit sends him some tips on crafting. Soon he is messaging them like a lifeline.

(Bad has not slept in weeks. He has no need to start now. Don’t worry, go to bed, he tells Tubbo. I'll keep watch. Bad keeps an eye on the minimap all night. But it’s pretty quiet. He considers trekking to the other bases for a little tomfoolery. But there’ll be plenty of time for that later.)

Roier is affectionate and loves to cuddle. Forever does too, but he's subdued. He’s still weak and he winces when things touch his partially-healed burns, or when the water’s too cold or the sharp bamboo leaves rake at his skin. Roier kills mobs for him and forces cooked fish into his hands, get you better faster, yeah? At night, Roier sends Cellbit pictures of them cuddled up, to show him they’re alright and to say wish you were here.

All of Phil’s people are scared. Most of them are not hardened survivalists the way Phil is. Curious detective Cellbit left the island bloodstained and with a strange gleam in his eyes, he’s been going through some shit, clearly, and now they’re here, so.

The only way he seems ready to relax is curled up close to Phil, like Phil is the only one he can feel safe around. Phil lets him keep his eyes on him, what else is he going to do? No skin off Phil's back. Cellbit texts with Roier for a while, then tries to sleep, ends up spending longer just staring at his communicator until he’s finally asleep or at least trying, again, again.

(We could retcon Mike as being there this whole time. In which case – maybe still out of it, maybe still feeling complicated about Fit, but that’s complicated rather than strictly negative. And he doesn’t know where Pac is and he’s not used to sleeping alone. Forever’s there and he’s family, so that’s a fine option. Or alternatively - Fit lets Mike lie beside him, as he and Etoiles mutter about strategies and smother laughter late into the night. Lit up by the screens of their communicators. Full circle again.)

(*I guess the vibes are more pinpointed on "like halfway through day 1" but it's minecraft time. whatever.)

#fic #qsmp #qsmpshipping #q!etoiles #q!fitmc #q!philza #q!forever #q!roier #q!cellbit #q!mikethelink #uh not sure how to tag this further but enjoy!#broader server polycule agenda

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Is there going to be a part two in the yandere Snow white?

Not originally

but here ya go

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

You fought the urge to puke as you saw the bouncing lanterns dance above the town; watching from your balcony in the skeleton of your wedding garbs. You turned away shutting the balcony doors as you could hear the muffled cheers repeating the chant:

“SNOW WHITE, THE KING TO BE! RULING WITH (Y/N), AS HAPPY AS CAN BE.”

He would be ruling beside you but you doubted it would be as…happy as they said. You turned away before reaching for your desk to grab the scissors. Raising it over your head and plunging it into the mass below; you tried to imagine the feathers for blood, specifically to your now legal husband.

“Must you do this again? We’ve already had to replace a pillow every day this week.”

The mocking voice of Snow White hung near the now open door with its owner leaning casually in the frame. He was also dressed in the more bare threads of his wedding cape and suit. You knew it fit him well without the faux grandness delivered by his wedding ensemble. You favored a calming exhale instead of answering.

“Don’t be like that…this is a celebration so why don’t you smile for me while we cuddle and maybe even–”

“Why were you covered in blood and what arrangement did the King have you in?”

He stopped, before chuckling as he let himself into the room. He nonchalantly began to undress himself as you spoke.

“If you must know, my dearest (Y/n) father set me up with that interloper who we met in the woods. The wretch had such a backwards way of life. It was so boring..”

He drawled on, inching closer to you as he shed his cuffs lolling his head in a way that made you step back.

“Where you going (Y/n)? It awefully rude to be running from your husband.”

You fought his hold on you, gazing into his predatory eyes as you disappeared behind the frame and were comforted by the marble walls you used to clean. You found yourself running to the room you had known to be a place of peace for you.

Opening the giant wooden door your heart cried at the lifelessness of the room. Just a few days ago you would have been able to enter these same doors to see the King, your mentor, your friend browsing a book or preparing to take you in another game of chess. All that let this room continue to be illuminated at all was the shuttered moonlight from the windows that had begun to dirty without the constant care. Easily you ripped a piece of fleece from your outfi and wiped a circle allowing a stream of light to flood in. It only further made your heart ache as it continued to make the room seem dull. With a sigh you grabbed the idle throw pillow from the bed and held it close to you as you sat on his favorite chair.

Smelling cedar and pine you let a tear fall as you reminisce on the time you shared together. You began to wonder: Was this all because you gave in to his plan? What if you had refused and allowed Snow White to take control? No, it would have been the same if not more violent. Now at the very least there was an equal ground between you too. Not all his actions would go smoothly without interference from you.

You cried for what felt like hours somehow missing the silent entrance of your husband. He sat watching you in the shadows of his father’s room spooling in envy. You showed such raw emotion for a man who wasn’t even fully dead. It was easy to acquit the old man into a mental tower on account of him being branded a madman, gone insane with your safety. The council that had so many times proposed that Snow be banished, hanged, or reigned in by some other way all agreed to send away their leading man if it meant gaining the new king’s favor. It was laughable to him that they believed that would save them from his wrath. He wasn’t particularly angry but the idea of screwing over the groveling weak saps that were the council just made his year. He would say the same about (Y/n) but it was more complicated than that. You weren��t a weasel that he found entertaining enough to tear apart; it was more like having some weak pet that no matter what they did they proved to be so endearing.

He watched as your erratic breaths slowed and he assumed you had finally fallen asleep. He stepped out of the shadows barely blocking the filtered light from the window as he stood over your seated form. He wondered if he should shake you awake but something about the way you so quietly snoozed away as you clutched onto one of the probably dusting pillows made him stop. Silently sneering he pried the pillow away flinging it to the floor keeping his eyes on you making sure you didn’t wake. You didn’t. He shook himself from staring at you anylonger proceeding to scoop you up and out of the chair holding below your thighs and letting your head rest on his chest.

It was weird to him how you didn’t struggle but it was welcome. It made it a lot easier to carry you through the corridors of the castle, occasionally illuminated by light of the moon and the faint light of the people’s festival. As much as he loved to tease and play he couldn’t deny his own tiredness as well; fighting his own drooping eye-lids as he neared your now shared room.

He softly placed you on the bed. Hoping not to wake you, he quietly took off his shoes before climbing in too. The bed was huge allowing the two of you to not be touching even if one of you roled but even so he watched your sleeping form. Dried tear stains, glistening eyelashes, your covered body curling in on yourself to conserve heat he drew closer. Easily able to pull you into his chest he once again reveled at the lack of tightness in your face and the supple flesh of your cheeks and lips. Admiring with light caresses Snow felt it all, lulling himself to sleep knowing full well when morning came that you’d surely retaliate.

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“State your reasoning for coming.”

“O-of course your grace, Ahem. On behalf of the Kingdom of the Northern Forest, my reigning king wishes to wage war,” A collective gasp filled the momentarily interrupting the messenger until a hand was raised and the many quieted, urging the messenger to continue.

“Unless the terms of his conditions are met or at least negotiated.”

The room was quieted and the messenger fiddled as they put away the scroll and bowed in respect. You took this time to regain control of the situation looking at your lady in waiting before turning to the messenger.

“See to it that this messenger receives room and board, notify the constable about tightening entry in and out of the border and send for the King. Council, if you’d be willing to join me in the conference room, thank you. And for you messenger, will be escorted there as well after you have settled…”

The sweating and trembling messenger bowed their heads before happily scurrying to your lady in waiting who stood nearby to be their guide.

You sighed leaning your head against the plush backside of your throne before rising to head to the conference room yourself.

This is going to be a looong meeting.

A flush of annoyance ran down his spine as he saw the stupid face of that servant he couldn’t care to remember the name of.

“S-huff sir their high-ness-needs y–”

Suddenly a giddy feeling rushes over him and he urges his horse speed back to the castle, leaving the exhausted servant in the dust. With a careless raise of his hand he called back to the horseless servant.

“Make sure to bring back my latest kill!”

The haggard servant continued to huff as he looked at the roughly two-hundred pound boar corpse with multiple stab wounds in it. He groaned before preparing to haul the thing back home.

Returning home upon your request was something of a rare treat for him. Whether it's to scold him over some political matter or just to yell at him for ‘being a monster.’ Either way he enjoyed it; he found it absolutely adorable how frustrated you got with him when he acted as though he didn’t care. He does but his priorities are just different.

Unfortunately instead of arriving to a tired you he came home to the council arguing in the comfrerence room as you sat by drinking a cup of (y/f/b). You had a calm visage, an odd sight for the King, for everytime he was around you’d always had abandoned it. This was a sight he didn’t see often and for once he felt in sync with you as he sat by your side and the members of the council quieted. A brave but threatened member spoke, spraying his spit as he turned to the couple.

“What do you intend to do about this!?!? His behavior has led to our demise and you just sit there and do nothing!!”

Snow’s fist twitched as he thought of his sword slicing through the meat of this member's meaty neck but the clink of your cup on the table stopped him. He knew this was frustrating you as it was these same people you tried to convince of the same thing as they all signed your hand to him.

“Calm yourself, we can’t steer our way to victory if we are enveloped in anger. Now that we’re all present we can look at the issue proposed and the pieces we have.”

“I agree.” Suckup.

“Well we know the Northern Kingdom has a complicated but close relationship with the Kingdom of the Moors that recently expanded.”

“Yes, and the King here happened to kill the reigning queen.”

“And the following heir, the entirety of the council, and a number of other major commands that could have taken actual power in their court.”

“Which means this is likely the King of the Moores…”

“We’re screwed.”

“Not quite, shall we go over what we know he appreciates.”

“Vengence.”

“Marriage.”

“Land?”

It wouldn’t be long before the topic of a sacrifice would be made.

“What if we offer your sovereign hand for marriage? Not only would it atone for their pain but they’d acquire the extra land!”

Snow wordlessly shoved a dagger into the table glaring pointedly at the member who shrunk into their seat.

“Perhaps we offer the burned waste lands of the Sim?”

“Nature is there but we already have settlements of families moving to cultivate the land. Let’s keep that as a last resort.”

“Isn’t it obvious? He likes vengence right so we give him Snow White and from there if he needs more he can have your hand or just give him more land. That is if the execution isn’t enough.”

The room grew silent, a collective leering being done at King Snow who nonchalantly sharpened his knife. You took a sip from your cup before placing it on its platter once again.

“I believe that's a valid idea.”

The council looked at you in shock and Snow’s mouth began to twitch. You dismissed the council, promising to inform them of your negotiation with the King of the Northern Forest. You left with King Snow in tow as you retired to your chambers where you leaned on the vanity as

Snow hunched over. You could see his shoulders shaking past the reflection of yourself but you paid no mind to him as you began to undo the makeup and wardrobe you wore today. Saying nothing still as you watch those plush lips of his stretch across his face as he throws his head to your ceiling.

“Hahahahahaha you think that will be how you get rid of me?! HAhahaha, can’t wait to meet this guy! Who says I won’t kill him too then! HAHAHA.”

You didn’t respond, opting to disappear within your closet as you transition to your night-wear. You took the moment alone to let out a shuddered breath as you clutched at your heart for some relief from the ever present feeling of war creeping up on your country.

“I’ll take care of it Father…I promise.”

#male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere snow white #yandere genderbend disney #genderbent snow white #yandere disney

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laneiru · 2 months

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Decided to fill these out because it seemed neat, and any way to jot down my mess of a Miitopia headcanon is always welcome.

Don't look too hard on the portraits, I was having one of those days where I seem to have forgotten how to draw things.

Template translations and additional thoughts on my Main 4 under the cut.

Located right next to the portrait:

Name Gender, Personality, Birthday Age, Height, Weight

Personality can be either the Miitopia ones or anything else that you think is fitting.

All of their weights are unknown because I never really think about those things in my OCs.

The sliding scale underneath the portrait:

Strength Awful, Ordinary, Can put up a fight, Quite strong, Unreal

This refers to their general strength, power levels, etc.

Underneath the sliding scale, the following are specific questions about each role:

Reborn

Thoughts on their current face: Like, Average, Dislike Thoughts on humans: Like, Average, Dislike Can still use Dark Curse powers? Yes, No Thoughts on being reborn: Happy, Unhappy, Indifferent

Aoi is pretty much still processing the whole "being reborn" thing, hence their reactions to their new face and humans are along the lines of "it's ok, I guess." But they would eventually come to realise that they are genuinely grateful for being saved.

Aoi can no longer do the monster-creating, face-stealing part of their repertoire. Their magic from here on out is just the usual mage magic, but in a spooky, but harmless flavouring. It's a reason why they prefer the way of the sword instead. Luckily for them, Lema also knows his way around a weapon, and can at least teach them the basics during their travels together.

As for the alternate universe version of them that they look up to, it's Ymir. He is basically a Reborn who is in constant denial about being saved and his life having worth, and had to do the healing and redeeming all on his own. Also, he's from my little OC story-idea, and I just wanted to make a little cameo.

Ex-Dark Lord

Thoughts on HP Banana: Like, Average, Dislike Do they prefer their previous or current job? Previous (Factory worker), Current (New Lumos guard), Neither Mental strength: Strong, Average, Weak Actual personality: Good, Average, Bad

Rui's ok with HP Bananas. He even eats some when he's at work, haha. For his job, it's a little different because he's juggling between the old HP Banana worker one and the current New Lumos guard one. Obviously with that arrangement, he prefers neither and wants something better.

The best I can describe Rui is that he wants to be like Neo:Blood Mage from DFO so bad, but he cannot as he is just a regular person stuck supporting his brother and himself. The added irony is that Aoi actually does pull off the unhinged mage vibe better than he ever could, look no further to their Dark Lord act.

Rui's guard duty in New Lumos is more out of guilt and self-imposed penance. The monsters there seem to be too placid to ever try breaking out, no doubt thanks to Aoi's Curse influence weakening by the day. If nothing else, Rui gets to do some magic practice whenever he's there.

Also, Guardian really did ask Rana to go beat up a 20-year old lmao…... I'm sure all of the party members are older than him, too. So it goes with my OCs.

Great Sage

Do they know other magic than Cure-type spells? Yes, Sort Of, No Physical strength: Strong, Average, Weak Had a mentor in the past? Yes, No Thoughts on helping others: Like, Average, Indifferent

(First one was tricky to translate, but I think the gist was that it's asking if your Great Sage knows more kinds of magic than Cure/Cleric spells, like what's implied in-game.)

What else is there to say about Lema? Bnuuy. Your average prettyboy Sage. His father was his mentor on earth communion, Lema's other type of magic. This was what made the Darker Lord especially dangerous as he could now directly manipulate the environment. It's also how the Darker Lord made the Otherworld, by tearing a hole in the sky in a show of power.

It's also why his version of the Darkest Lord looks like a merging of him and the Otherworld/Darker Lord's Domain! It's the apex of Lema's specialty, but in the trappings of a final boss. (You gotta hand it to Aoi as the Dark Curse sometimes, they know how to pull off the villainous vibes regardless of their host, haha)

Lema can never compare to the iconic nature of Great Sage Yumil for me, but I still like how he turned out in the end.

Hero

Thoughts on their adventuring party: Like, Average, Indifferent Thoughts on fighting: Like, Average, Indifferent, Dislike Favourite Job/s Thoughts on Guardian Spirit: Like, Average, Indifferent, Dislike

(The difference between Average and Indifferent here, I'm guessing, is the implication. Average is more positive-neutral, while Indifferent is more negative-neutral.)

Rana is pretty standard, the only thing that stands out from her is that in regards to fighting: she sees it as an unavoidable, sometimes necessary, part of life. It's just that her kind nature meant she would rather do anything else sometimes. Guardian Spirit is more of a guardian angel figure in my version, so she thinks positively of him.

(Who am I kidding, Guardian is pretty much Great Sage Yumil in a different role lmao)

Also I'm a dummy and drew her in her OC outfit instead of something Miitopia-related.

The two boxes on the right:

Things they like, are good at, etc. Things they don't like, are not good at, etc.

The lowest box:

Other notes

#miitopia #spoilers #art stuff #my ocs

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yuyuswrld · 3 months

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O Captain, My Captain || 3.5

characters: zeke yeager x reader

cw: explicit smut (18+ only), degradation, non-consensual filming, large age gap, “coach” kink

“Why are you even doing all of this?” You ask, his fingers still grazing the surface of your lips. “This came out of nowhere.” As you finish speaking, he shoves his fingers inside your mouth without warning, which causes you to gag around the intrusion. The way he stares at you is a mixture of awe and pity, somewhere between a dog and a doll.

“I’m settling a personal score with my brother.”

It violates your morality, despite the off-handed comments and Petra’s gossip. Eren had never done much to you. It also stood that for that same reason- it makes almost no sense why Zeke would choose to sleep with you, of all people, even to get back at his younger brother. You were never a pushover or weak in the knees, but the older blonde man who stands in front of you seems almost too handsome to pass up. It might bite you in the ass, but fuck it.

You swirl your tongue around his rough fingers, which intrude into the space in your mouth, almost too thick for comfort. The taste of your essence spreads around your mouth as you suck, eye contact between the two of you almost suffocating.

“That’s right. Be a good girl and swallow my fingers like they’re the cock you want down your throat so bad.”

Rough fingers find solace on your clit, where they begin to rub harsh circles. Moans escape your lips and travel to his, not going unheard as his pace speeds up. He moves his fingers from your clit to his pants, where he unbuttons them with leisure, your eyes glued to the sight in front of you. You watch as he removes the last barrier, gaze dancing over his blond, trimmed bush before it settles on his length. He’s not long, but he is thick, causing you to swallow the spit in your throat at the thought of fitting him inside of you.

It doesn’t take long for him to align his cock up with your walls. As the first half goes in, you gasp with what dances the thin line between pleasure and pain. It was thicker than anything or anyone you’ve had inside you before. Your wetness eases the stretch and your body accommodates him as if his cock was designed to be there. He bottoms out, letting a loud groan bounce off the walls of his office.

“You feel so fucking good for a slut,” Zeke hisses out, “can’t believe you’re letting the other team’s coach rearrange your insides.” There’s not a response that comes to mind as he begins to hit the delicate spots that you craved to be touched for so long. Everything about what was happening was so fucked up, but yet, as the blond pounded into you with unrelenting resolve, every red flag dissipates before you. Instead, the addicting feeling of having him hit every single crevice making every single thought you had foggy.

Zeke flips you over onto your stomach, pushing down on your back so your ass is further into the air. There’s almost no time between the position switch and him re-entering you for you to catch your breath. The rapid pacing sends your tits back and forth at a rapid pace before he grabs them to help bury himself further inside until you cry out his name. You feel the all-too-familiar feeling in your gut begin to build as his fingers find themselves playing with your clit in an unexpectedly delicate manner.

“M’ gonna cum, Coach!” you cry out in ecstasy, making the slightest eye contact with Zeke as you turn your head to the side and glance behind. All you see is a cocky smirk, which leaves a feeling of uneasiness in your stomach. Maybe, just maybe, if you had glanced the other way, you would’ve seen the small red light in the corner of his office and realized his nefarious intentions. Instead, your cries carry throughout the night and into the vents where they find the consolation of nothingness.

“Did you get to see the game room?” Pieck asks you, sending you into a mild mental roundabout regarding if you should lie about the events of last night or not. You debate coming clean at first before vetoing it within your mind.

“I didn’t! Coach Zeke ended up just dropping off Coach Levi and I then heading off to his office, I think.” It doesn’t sit right with you to lie to someone who has never done anything wrong to you, but self-preservation prevails. “I passed out the second I got back to the dorm hall."

#aot x reader #aot fanfiction #zeke yeager smut #anime smut #zeke x reader

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squishablesunbeam · 3 months

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curious question: did the captain ever prefer to keep Quinn’s appearance a certain way and did it effect Quinn mentally? Like hair or body wise?

Great question, Anon!!

Even though I absolutely adore forced haircuts, sadly, the Captain never did this to Quinn. He would have, given a bit more time, but he very much enjoyed keeping Quinn as humiliated as possible and that included not allowing him to clean himself up.

The Captain deeply resented how attractive he found Quinn, and as a result of that resentment, he took a lot of pleasure in debasing him physically.

Keeping him naked and not allowing him to clean himself up was a part of that. He made sure the crew knew to just toss him back into the cage after they were done with him. He was left to sit with whatever filth they did to him for hours and hours; covered in blood and sweat and cum matted in his hair and drying stickily across in body.

The Captain, and most of the crew, would hose him off with cold water before they took him to their quarters but he always looked like a beaten and broken mess of a human. He was literally only ever somewhat clean when he was being taken to one of their rooms again and that certainly messed with his head a bit.

The one thing the Captain did do was shave him. As much as he loved to watch this beautiful thing turn to ruin, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to fuck Quinn as he looked before the mutiny.

He did it a few times, put Quinn on his knees and took his knife to Quinn's face for a very close shave. It was slow and methodical and dehumanizing. Quinn does not like thinking about those days at all. The Captain was- painfully intimate about it. (I'm being slightly vague because now I want to write a snippet about this so I'm adding it to my list)

After the rescue, the most notable thing Quinn carries with him is his need to shower, often at least twice a day. On bad days, it's more. He struggles a lot on the days when they need to ration water and really can't stand to be touched if he doesn't feel clean.

He uses an electric razor to shave now and that sensation is different enough that the act doesn't trigger him too much. He does leave a tiny bit of scruff so he doesn't have that smooth babyface that the Captain seemed to just revel in so much. He can't stand that almost dewy soft way his skin feels when it's freshly shaven anymore and he very likely will never be so cleanly shaven ever again. Collins has even followed suit and has actually broken military regulations by growing a short, perfectly kept beard that Quinn finds very handsome 😏

The only other thing I can think of to mention is that the Captain so severely limited Quinn's physical movements that he lost a fair amount of muscle tone. He loved to feel how weak Quinn was, with his muscles trembling and his hunger and exhaustion making him so easy to overpower and maneuver however he saw fit. Quinn has been very surprised at how long it has taken him to feel even a fraction of the strength he used to have before the mutiny and that lingering weakness and fatigue has been really difficult for him to cope with.

He's finally started running again though! Only a few miles at a time so far but he's getting stronger every day ❤

#you tapped in on one of my favorite things!!#forcibly cutting hair is just SO GOOD #I wish the Captain did more of it but shaving is close!#i feel like there were a lot of pieces here so just ask if you'd like anything expanded on!#thank you for the ask anon!#whump #noncon mention #captive whumpee #anon asks #Quinn asks #the captain asks #coa asks

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princelylove · 5 months

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Omg sameee, I love delusion yandere too, there are something so charming about them. Do you have any jojo characters list for top most delusion yandere?

Btw this is a little to weird to say out loud but last night I had a dream about Gyro after I read your writing for him. Actually I have never really interested in Gyro, I read your writing because I just love how you analyze character. So in the dream, he act quite like how you describe him, I remember there are me, Johnny and Gyro sitting around the fire at night. I was talking about how I adore Mountain Tim and how gentleman he is and Gyro jealous. He said he can also be like that and start to get closer to me despite my effort to push him away, he even pin me down and start kissing me?! (I don't remember much what happened after, I guess I just wake up). Funny is that Johnny just sitting there, staring, maybe he just don't know how to react or just doesn't care at all.

I think Gyro is also belong to the delusion yandere type, I just feel like he fit in this category. Your opinion?

~ 🏵️ anon ~

They’re very cute. They’re fun to write for- someone who fully believes they’re not doing anything wrong is dangerous.

So sorry for laughing at Johnny just sitting there- the visual of him just sipping his drink and giving you the equivalent of ‘damn that’s crazy’ is objectively hilarious. I disagree with Gyro being delusional, but he definitely has jealousy issues. Talking to someone else/talking about someone else in front of him is an awful move, how could you, anon.

As for the characters I think are very delusional… here’s a short list with some elaborations below.

Narciso, Jotaro, Diego, DIO but it’s kind of warranted he literally has a cult, Yukako, F.F., Enrico.

Narciso fully believes you’re already dating, and bound to be married. His mind skipped the entire courting process and went right to “mine.” despite only knowing you for a few seconds- and you weren’t even really talking to him. If you don’t like him, that’s alright! He can change his sex and body type via his stand to your liking, it really doesn’t matter to him, as long as you’re happy. He can’t help but smile and talk to you affectionately- he doesn’t hide the way he scowls and glares at everyone else, though. You’re special, because you’re his. Don’t forget, okayy? He doesn’t mind reminding you when you make little mistakes- please don’t sip from other people’s drinks, he doesn’t want your saliva to mix.. Don’t hug other people, even if it’s family, they don’t deserve your dead skin cells rubbing off on them and he wants only his scent to be on you. But anything above that, like kissing someone else, or claiming to have another lover… isn’t advised.

Jotaro is under the belief that you need him to protect you and you’ll drop dead the second he looks away. It doesn’t really matter if you’re strong, or if you think you can handle yourself. As long as stands exist, everyone stands a fighting chance of offing you- even if you have your own. Jotaro feels strong protective urges for his darling very early on in the relationship- even if his darling is still under the assumption that he doesn’t like talking to them. Even if his darling isn't physically weak, he doesn't really trust that. It's not reassuring. The only thing that is reassuring for Jotaro is the mental image of his darling safe and sound- locked up somewhere only he knows about.

F.F. is still learning about the world. They don’t really know what the word “dating” or “marriage” means, or why you seem so averse to doing it with them, but they’re down if it means they get to spend more time with you! They're delusional and obsessive, but not quite possessive or protective. F.F. just wants to be around you, and they don’t really know why! They just assume you’re in a bad mood when you try to push them away- “Oh! Oh! We’re playing?? I love this game, shove me again!!! Your hands are so soft, I wanna eat ‘em!” … They mean well, really. Your distress is always taken as something they can’t control- yeah, their darling just breaks down sobbing when they get handsy with them, no reason.

#cw dubcon if you squint #yandere jotaro kujo #yandere narciso anasui #yandere foo fighters #yandere f.f.#request granted #🏵️ anon

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hotaru-no-yume · 1 year

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number four

CW: Hints of mental instability, canonical character death, reference to s*icide at the end.

On a cold, winter morning, you wake up light-headed and feverish. Despite the freezing temperature outside, you feel like you were stranded in the middle of the desert due to the sweat trickling down your brow. You frown, uncomfortable, and dismayed at your body's current condition, and when you move to get up, your vision spins, causing you to collapse on the bed.

"Wonderful." You mutter, followed by a coughing fit. There was no way you would be able to move, much less get any work done. You try so hard to take care of yourself, because you knew your body was weak; prone to constant fatigue and susceptible to illnesses. But it seems all your efforts were in vain against the harsh winter season. With a groan, you throw your covers over your head. You need to get up, cook food and get medicine, but your body had other plans. It wants to escape to dream land and you can do nothing but yield.

Your vision blurs and you sigh in defeat. 'Just a little longer,' you think to yourself. Sleep a little more, and hopefully, you'll be strong enough to at least get out of bed when you wake up again.

You don't know how long you were asleep, but by the time you wake up, it was already late afternoon. Wanderer was by your side this time, frantically shaking your shoulders. You groan and open your eyes in annoyance. His grip was too tight and you were starting to feel nauseous with all the shaking he's doing. What were you? Some seasoning container that he can just shake to his heart's content?

"Wanderer, stop that-"

"What's wrong with you?!" Your mouth immediately snaps shut at his frantic tone. His grip on your shoulders was almost bruising as he stares at you with wide, terrified eyes.

"You… You weren't waking up! I thought you… You… Are you going to leave me too?! Say something!"

Your head feels fuzzy, you still feel sick and your empty stomach was starting to hurt, but the only thing you could focus on right now is your beloved that's about to go into a panic attack. His breathing was erratic and with one look at his eyes, you realize that he's seeing something else entirely.

"Wanderer. Wanderer, can you hear me?" You feel like there's pins and needles in your throat, but you continue to call out. You place your hand on his cheek, saying comforting words and reassurances. You ask him to calm down, to breathe, you're here, you'll be here for as long as you can (because as much as you want to promise eternity, that's not possible for a human like you. You can only pray to every Archon out there that he'll be fine when it's time for you to leave.)

Slowly, his breathing slows and clarity returns to his eyes. He looks like he just woke up from a nightmare. He blinks, takes in his surroundings, and finally settles on you, still wincing at his painful grip. With a shaky sigh, his grip loosens and he leans into your touch.

"...Your temperature is too high." He says as he lays you back down on the bed. He tucks you in with a quick apology for his rough handling.

"I told you not to work too much. Especially in this weather." He scolds with a click of his tongue, but his touch was gentle as he places a hand on your forehead - like he was touching fragile glass.

"I know. I thought I could handle it. I made sure to take a hot bath and everything when I got home, but…" You trail off and give him a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry for worrying you." And making you remember something painful.

"Humans are fragile creatures. I should have expected this." He pulls out a miniature doll of himself from the inside of his sleeve and places it in your hands. You blink at it in bewilderment as he stands up.

"Hold onto that. I'll be back with some medicine. Lesser Lord Kusanali should know what works best. …Wait, have you eaten yet?"

You shake your head and he hums in thought. "Before taking medicine, you should eat." He's already walking out of your bedroom before you can say anything else. You can barely make out the names of ingredients before he shuts the door. You settle in your bed, listening to the sound of Wanderer's footsteps as he moves around in your kitchen. Several minutes later, he comes back with a steaming bowl of soup.

"Surely, you can eat by yourself?" He scoffs as he places the bowl by your bedside. His tone was mocking, but it lacked any hint of ridicule. In fact, he was glancing at the bowl and you with uncertainty. You were sure that he really will take the spoon and feed you himself if you say so. (With half-hearted complaints, because he just can't be honest with himself. He wasn't used to showing blatant affection and care, but he tries in his own unique way and that warms your heart every time.)

"Yeah. I can eat by myself." You get up slowly. Thankfully, your vision stopped spinning. You grab the bowl and begin to eat under his watchful gaze. His tense shoulders finally relax in relief once he sees you take bite after bite. You'll be fine. (Your body's not failing you. You're not leaving him.)

"...I'll be back." He glances at you one last time before he's gone again.

You look at the little doll sitting on the pillow beside you and whisper an apology. You knew it was merely an inanimate object, but somehow, it looked very sad in your eyes, just like its owner.

When Wanderer saw you lay unmoving on your bed, he thought the worst had happened. The image of a little boy (so young, so young, why couldn't he live a long life?) so similar to him overlapped with your own and he feels something inside of him start to snap.

He remembers the body of that child, cold and lifeless; he didn't even have a chance to grow up. The image of a blooming cherry tree appears beside the body, as if the child's death nourished it, making it bloom so beautifully it was terrifying. Then, the raining petals turned into flames and he is reminded of the time he turned away from the world. He vowed that the third betrayal would be his last.

But then, he met you. He accepted your love and drowned in it, no matter how much his mind screamed at him to push you away. No matter how much he berates himself for making such a stupid decision, he clings to your affection with greed and desperation because the emptiness he feels disappears in your presence. His lack of a beating heart didn't seem to matter with you.

That's why, he'll take care of you. A wanderer he may be, but if there is a home to be found with you, then he will cease his wandering without question. Home is where the heart is, isn't it? And when you call him "your heart" in return, how can he ever let go?

He prays to the gods. He doubts they will listen, but he continues with his foolishness.

May the fourth betrayal never come.

(It's futile. The gods never answered common prayers. Why would they answer something that defies the laws of life and death? When the inevitable comes, he'll race into the night and follow your departed soul, no matter what it takes.)

#genshin #genshin impact x reader #wanderer x reader #tw: reference to suicide #scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader #gn reader #balladeer x reader

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