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thegnomelord · 2 months

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i took 357191027r6392936446322736432947372 psychic damage from the Makarov fic so you gotta write reader being rescued, healed, rehabilitated and loved by the task force. imagine them teaching reader to be their own person or letting him top without any commands or punishments. reader would be whining like a puppy who doesn't know what it's doing and would be so cute and fearful looking for reasurance when fucking into a task force member it would be so cute

lol idk dude. I was intending to do the fic as a one off to satisfy my puplay kink but it's now started to rot my brain even more lol. If I did continue it, I don't know if I'd want a happy ending or an angsty one (omfg imagine going through all the healing and rehab and experiencing love only for one word from Makarov to have you going back to him without question)

So tell me ya'll if you want me to turn the one shot into a longer fic lol, but for now here's some headcannons, ideas/ whatever and some porn

CW:NSFW, rough anal, Simon x reader with Price watching, dom/sub.

I can't imagine Hound would be happy about the 'rescue' considering everything and definitely would be resistant to rehab (Hound biting ppl and getting muzzled lol) that dogheaded asinine stubbornness coming to bite him in the ass. I headcannon Hound to have already been violent when he was under Price's command but Price kept Hound in check(if anyone's seen that young ghost and price comic with him being compared to a fighting dog it's kinda like that).

Makarov didn't need to do much and just played into the aggressive tendency to make Hound as they are now. The more violent the reaction hound would make, the more attention and praise he'd get. Also I'm just a sucker for dog like characters that are unhinged. That have no moral compass except for the one they're loyal to and will do whatever they ask.

So the task force members would have their hands full with Hound that's basically an aggressive fighting dog taken straight out of the pit. Also I'm still thinking whether the 141 would try to steer Hound away from the pup/dog like mentality Makarov conditioned them into, or if they would try to redirect it by calling Hound 'pup, boy' etc, instead of 'dog' like Makarov did.

Also the grief Price would feel to see the man he thought was dead turned into that would break his heart. I don't know if I'd want him to crack down on trying to rehab hound, or let a lot of things slide because he's scared of fucking you up more.

But also like rehabed fighting dogs turn out to be the sweetest animals and Hound just going from this 'I will bite your throat out' to just a gentle giant that's just happy to be able to touch or hug someone without needed permission. . . but he can still bite a throat out.

Also I 1000% swear that Makarov's a whore and would have trained reader to have enough stamina to fuck him all night long so the task force would get pounded into next year lol.

This is questionable cannon and non-confirmed lol you just got me brain rotting with the cute pup part and this came out. Rough and quick.

CW:NSFW

You feel like you will die; heat burns through your veins, sweat crawls down your skin and makes your hair stick to your forehead. Your hands grip Simon's bruised hips, holding them up for him as you pound into him. "Please-" You barely manage a small whimper, hiding your face in Simon's shoulder.

Simon's body quivers beneath you, limp and boneless, a wet hole for you to use. He's as sweaty as you, rough grunts and half-formed swears leaping from his lips every time your hips meet his ass in a bruising thrust. He's the closest to you in size, albeit still smaller, which makes it easier for him to take your size than the others. His insides are a sweltering heat around your cock, fucked into a loose sloppy hole that would gape if you pulled out, muscles still doing their best to squeeze you every time you nail his prostate.

It makes you feel ashamed how long it took you to find it. Mounting anyone but Makarov feels wrong, you're not sure how fast or how deep to go, this current rough pace making Simon the most vocal since you began. You feel him cum again, walls clenching tightly for the first time in a while as you force him into spurting what's left in his empty balls.

"Pl- sir, I- please, please," You can't help but hiccup, your nails leaving crescent bruises in his skin as you just pound him through his orgasm. It's his fourth one.

"What's wrong son?" Price's words barely get through the fog of need in your skull, more little whimpers splitting from your lips. "Don't you want to let go?" Tears blurry your vision, you can barely see his face from where he's resting Simon's head in his lap.

You can't cum. Your balls are so full they feel like they'll explode any second, cock throbbing to finally shoot your load but no matter how harshly you thrust into the willing hole beneath you. It feels like those times Makarov would put a cock ring on you, but worse, now it's your own body refusing to give you release. You haven't earned it.

"Please-" You repeat, because that's the best your mind can come up with, your hips stuttering as overstimulation stabs your nervous system like a knife. "I-please, fuck- I can't." You force out, forcing yourself to return to the punishing pace, your pelvis starting to go numb like it would a few hours into Makarov using you as a living dildo.

Price's fingers are disgustingly gentle as they curl into your sweaty hair, making you look up at him with soft pressure on your scalp. There's no bite to his touch, no pain, it's too good for a thing like you.

You'll thank what god exists that Price seemingly understands your problem, "Oh, son." You hate the hint of sorrow in his tone, you hate yourself more for how it makes your heart pound in your ears. "Here, let me" He whispers, his other hand sliding down to your naked neck.

The lack of any collars around your neck still disgusts you every waking moment, still makes you feel wrong, bad dog. His fingers wrap around your throat. They're too loose to be a proper collar, but it lets you breathe easier, his palm warm and big enough to completely cover the 'V.M' tattooed on your skin.

"Go on, that's a good boy." He whispers, "Cum for us." Price orders, kissing you so softly it disgusts you, like heaven wrapped in thorns.

You feel fresh tears spill down your tears as the dam not letting you cum is finally torn down. You hiccup your 'thank you sir's against his lips as you spill inside Simon. You can just distantly hear Simon groan as you dump your cum into his sloppy hole, muscles weakly fluttering around your cock as you roll your hips, fucking your cum deeper into him, just the act of cumming hurting almost as much as being denied, your balls aching with every spurt of cum.

You collapse on Simon, pushing the breath out of his lungs, as boneless as him. You don't struggle when Price rolls you to your side, your cock slipping out. Cum and lube gushes out from his hole like a firehose, flooding the small space between you two, his rim red and irritated, muscles weakly fluttering around nothing as they try to close.

You try to thank him but you slur your words into his skin, feeling the muscles in his abdomen quiver as you huddle closer and wrap your arms around him, your chest pressed flush to his back. You expect him to pull away, Makarov hated being vulnerable like this longer than he needed, but all Simon does is grunt and tip his head back so you can hide your face in the space between his shoulder and neck.

"You olright Simon?" Price asks, brushing a hand through your sweaty hair for a few seconds before you feel him softly wiping away your spend from you two.

"Fuck," Simon breathes out, voice scratchy and rough. "Are we sure Makarov's human?" His hand reaches up to scratch your scalp as you kiss one of the numerous bite marks you left on him. His skin is a canvass of black and blue bruises, your bite marks starting to clot across his body. "Shit, I can't feel my legs."

His words feel like a slap in the face, and you don't notice how you let out a small whimper, your hold tightening. This is it, you'll have to let him go soon, he'll order you to leave like Makarov always did.

"None of that son." Price's voice is calm in your ear, rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades. "You did good."

Simon hums, his fingers running lower to scruff you, "Mhm, yeah," His words are slurred, exhaustion weighing on both of you. "Best snog I've ever had." He grumbles, and you don't doubt he won't admit it in the morning, but for the moment, as you feel yourself slowly drift off to sleep, you let yourself enjoy the praise, the warmth of human touch, the care you can feel in both of them.

This is starting to feel nice.

#gnome's tea break #gnome correspondence #cod mw2 #x reader #male reader #top male reader #trinkets from the hoard #captain john price #simon ghost riley x reader #cod simon riley #simon ghost riley x male reader #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #Hound-reader #Good Dog fic

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mushroommanstan · 1 year

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university!au please!! infamous!shiggy with average s/o 🤼‍♀️ pls i

Oh anon, how did you know I’ve been wanting to write a college au Shig for a while? You must be psychic or something, very impressive!

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Creepy Tenko Part One:

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Anyways, I know you want the smut and shit but there’s a few things about Tenko that make him so infamous.

First off, his backstory. Basically, he was kidnapped by AFO as usual, but he was rescued by heroes this time a few months after. Unfortunately, a lot of damage had already been done.

The heroes were embarrassed as hell that they took so long to save him, and as a publicity act, paid to put him through elementary school, middle school, high school and hell even college. The big package.

Because of that, his entry was guaranteed since he was like 6. Obviously, this is gonna turn some heads.

Now this guy was infamous around campus for many reasons. For starters, growing up murdering his family and spending a summer with your local serial killer is gonna be the headline of his life. Everyone knows about that, and he doesn’t even deny it.

Also, because of that experience he has major ptsd and schizophrenia, causing a few tiny violent outbursts throughout his childhood. But it’s fine, he’s medicated now… most of the time.

He’s also very aloof, not talking to anyone if he can help it. He’s used to bullying, and at this point has pretty much given up making any friends. He’s so used to people being scared of him, just like his old master said, that he kind of embraces it, not even trying to hide when he stares at people for hours on end.

Oh yeah, and the stares. This guys got a dark ass aura. His blazing red eyes burn a hole in the back of the women he stares at. He’s a smart guy, he doesn’t need to pay attention to the whole lesson to get the gist. So lucky him, he can spend the rest of the class period staring at some chick while discreetly touching himself under the desk. Make eye contact with him if you dare.

The thing that completely tanked his reputation however, was when one guy got pissed at him for making goo-goo eyes at his girlfriend all day. He stopped him on his way to his dorm, punching him which made him stumble.

Something flew out of his hoodie pocket, and the man picked it up, students gathering around as he faced poor Tenko.

Tenko looked mortified, tears gathering in his eyes, but he wasn’t looking at his attacker. He was looking at his stolen object. The assailant hadn’t gotten a good look at what he was holding, and by the look on the freaks face it meant something to him.

The other students who gathered around screamed, some running to hurl in the nearby trash cans. When he finally looked at what he was holding it took him a good second to figure out what it was.

It was cold and grey. Fleshy with a golden back and… fingernails. Wait… was that… oh my god.

He yelled throwing the detached hand into the air, Tenko diving to catch it. He could feel himself losing control, his old senseis voice overtaking his brain and making his whole body shiver. He-he needed to calm down.

Tenko rose, pressing the cool hand into his face as he took deep breaths. He stopped trembling, and for a second, even with the screaming and yelling and trampling, everything was calm.

Obviously he got in trouble for having a murder scene victim’s body part in his possession, but Tenko knew from experience that no matter whatever bullshit they tried to scare him with, they couldn’t expel him.

He was like a mascot for the heroes’s new scholarship program. No way they would let him get expelled just because he kept a memento of his lost family. So, like always they payed them off. But the students remembered, and the guy who held the disembodied hand needed therapy.

So, not only was he a creep who got off to pictures of feet in the bathroom during homeroom, he also was a creep who kept a souvenir of his first murder victim with him at all times. Weird weird weird.

And then you came along.

He didn’t think much of you, that was, until you decided to sit down in one of multiple empty seats bordering his desk. No one ever sits this close.

Well… he had to admit… you were pretty. With your silky (h/c) hair, and your brilliant eyes, and your juicy, plump…. Eh-hum, personality.

He couldn’t stop himself from staring, not like he tried. You’ll learn soon enough that he’s a creep, and then he’ll be alone again. Yep. All on his own. Terrific.

His eyes bore into you, not just in one place but all over. Scanning over your body and memorizing every detail. From this close he could truly see how smooth and soft your skin was. And he could smell your perfume. What was that, lilac?

“Oh, do you like the perfume? I just got it! It’s lilac!”

Shit. You must have a mind reading quirk. He could feel his face growing bright red at the idea of you seeing the foul things he imagined in the last minute or so.

Truthfully you only knew because you could hear him sniffing the air like a puppy exploring a grassy field for the first time.

As the class went on you looked at him occasionally, not flinching whatsoever at the intense eye contact he returned. You had to admit… he was pretty cute. With eyes like those he should be the center of attention yet here he is sulking in the back of the class. Well, whatever, not your business.

The professor droned on about who knows what, making the both of you slump over your desks with boredom. You were praying for an oasis in the midst of this dry, dull desert of a classroom, when you heard a familiar sound.

Beep-boop, boop bleep!

You could recognize that sound anywhere! That was… that was…

You had to stop yourself from slamming your hands on the table in shock. The cute guy sitting next to you was playing the limited edition “Super Hero Adventure Deluxe” for the gameboy advance. (Not an actual game I think)

Aka, the only game in the Super Hero Adventure franchise you had yet to play. The one you had scoured EBay for forever. Holy shit, marry me!

You couldn’t help yourself, despite not knowing this guy in the slightest you pressed yourself into his shoulder, scaring the shit out of him and causing almost everyone to stop and look at you. You looked down at the pixelated screen, currently being death gripped by gloved hands as your cheek smushed against his fluffy black hair.

Tenko could feel his body shutting down from the inside. The sudden physical contact, the fact it was from a hot girl, and the realization she had an interest in his favorite game was all too much. Everyone watched as he pushed you away, screaming at you to stay away from him with some fairly colorful language.

Your expression darkened, and you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Having used to people tucking in their tail, he had to say he was not at all prepared for this. He didn’t actually want to fight you, he just wanted you to back off! … don’t make him fight you, you’re the first girl to touch him in years.

You both held intense eye contact for what felt like forever, but in reality was for only a second.

“You do not talk to me like that. Understand?”

Oh boy. Oh-ho-ho BOY you were awakening something in him he didn’t know he had. His face turned tomato red and his ire-filled glare turned into a soft gaze filled with child-like wonder. Not being able to speak he shakily nodded, hand raising up to feel along the one gripping his shirt. His fluffy hair bounced a little as he nodded.

You let go, returning to your seat with a huff and turned your head, and you were met with the utterly shocked faces of your classmates. They looked at you like you had just slain a dragon.

Meanwhile Tenko said nothing, face still completely red as his foggy mind spent the rest of class processing these new feelings that came up. The way you touched him, the way you scolded him! It was so… mean. So entitled. So dominant.

He wants more.

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Believe me, I will be doing a part two! Thanks again for the ask, it finally gave me the kick in the pants I needed to write this!

#shigaraki tenko #my hero academia #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #my hero academia shigaraki #boku no hero academia tomura #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki smut #shigaraki tomura #college au shigaraki

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windvexer · 1 year

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hello! another little question on tarot if i may.

when i read more casually my readings were usually very relaxed and with simple meanings, accurate with by the book meanings but not super specific. as i become more ambitious i became super motivated to learn all the nuance i possibly can, its an interesting journey but.. doesnt seem to work in practice. i always knew it but everyone and their mama will always have interpretations that can seem stupid to others, even among experts in the field. question is how do you deal with that?

Im seeing that as my study deepens and Im working with Apollo to achieve that, some interpratations that are organically coming up and rooting themselves in my practice can seem just straight up weird to some people. how do i deal with that? have you experienced that? everyone seems so Agressive about their interpretations being the proper ones.

Listen to me.

You must engage in the most batshit methods of reading tarot. You must design your own systems of reading with all the glee of a young boy throwing rocks off an overpass. You must read tarot so bizarrely that it makes you feel like a mad scientist.

You must decide for yourself every rule and ritual which makes tarot "work," and you must develop methods of reading that hinge upon destroying those ideations. You must make vehicles of meaning, drive them as fast as you can down the freeway of tarot, and crash them at full speed into brick walls. You must laugh at the fiery destruction you have wrought, and you must sprint all the way back to the launch pad to begin building something else.

They will be Aggressive with you over what the cards really mean? They are fools. They do not know the depths to which you can tear apart their petty systems. They think the extent of tarot perversion is choosing the wrong meaning for the card. They think this because they have mistaken the surface of the water for the depths of the ocean.

They think the height of tarot discourse is whether or not it's okay to not memorize card meanings. They think tarot is a pretty sea turtle languidly drifting in a sunny reef.

Go down in that ocean and dredge up the most horrifying bulbous-eyed god-defying pale abomination you can find. Map out new depths of horror. Make friends with the purely absurd. Perform atrocities with tarot and hang each one around your neck like the badge of honor it is. Crack tarot's spine and drink from the fluid that drips out. Become a monster, do you hear me?

And when they smirk at you because they think they know better words to tape to the Knight of Swords, you will open your mouth and say the most dumbfounding shit that person has ever heard and blast them with a ray of psychic damage so severe it will make them question if they should keep reading tarot lest they be associated with someone like you.

"Well akshually, knight cards do the queen's bidding, so in this case-"

"Haha, yeah! Once for a couple of months I worked exclusively with a system where the four knights were the rulers of the deck. I divided up the major arcana cards between the knights as their servants, but since there's one card left over, I incorporated a system where one of the four knights was the 'ruler' of that reading. Then I laid out all four knights as signifiers and dealt the entire deck between all four knights and the reading was based on which omens were collected under the ruling knight."

"Haha, yeah! Once for like two weeks I assigned all the court cards to be my favorite anime blorbos and I read from a restricted deck that only used court cards and major arcana. I'd draw one major arcana card to be the battlefield setting and then two court cards. To resolve the reading I wrote fanfiction about the characters fighting and whichever character won would decide the outcome of the question. It's actually how I got started using creative writing as a form of exploratory divination!"

"Haha, yeah! One weekend I decided to find out what would happen if I read in such a way that sword cards could 'kill' other cards in the deck, and the Knight of Pentacles ended up getting 'killed' like three times that weekend and ever since then it's always coming up in readings about sadness and depression, isn't that weird?"

"Haha, yeah! Well today I'm reading with a system where I meditate until a recurring character from my dreams appears and asks me to possess one of my tarot cards, and today No-Eyes the Whale asked to possess that knight card, so that's why I'm not using your meanings."

Do they challenge you? They cannot challenge you. Are you not shuffling right? Are you getting scolded for not fOcUsInG enough when you shuffle? Look them in the eye and say something so deranged they will think about it for the rest of their life.

"Haha, yeah! I remember the last time I used those meanings, it was so fun. I got drunk, shuffled my tarot deck, and laid out piles of three cards around my house, sight-unseen. For the next three days I kept running into these little three-card readings hidden everywhere, but funnily enough, they all ended up being past-present-future readings of the ten second timespan when I picked up the cards. I even predicted getting the phone call about losing my health insurance!"

"Haha, yeah! I actually decided to re-assign every single card to my custom twelve element system, so I don't see the same divisions between the suits as you do. Look, this card is the element pearl! Pearls are an element, I decided a couple of months ago. It's a really long story but it helps explain what happened to No-Eyes."

"Haha, yeah! I don't use intuition to choose cards out of a lineup. I turn them all face up and select all the cards that I think are the most likely ones to show up in the reading. Then, I go through the entire deck and match every single card with it's polar opposite. Then, I put the deck face-down and flip cards over. If I flip over a sword or a wand card, I exchange my chosen card with its opposite, but if it's a major arcana card I keep both my chosen card and its opposite."

"Haha, yeah! I don't shuffle. Like, at all. Once I'm done with the reading I put cards on the bottom of the deck and then just draw new cards from the top of the deck."

"Haha, yeah! I mixed all my decks together and sorted the superdeck into piles of every elementally aligned card. In order to resolve questions I have a yu-gi-oh duel with myself."

Eat the tarot. Consume it whole and raw. Tear away at it until you fear there is nothing left, and then go back for more. Each time you eat its heart, it will become refined before your eyes. Assist the tarot in shedding its decrepit cloak of meaning. Rescue it by killing it. Rend tarot in your hands like a child ripping at crafting clay.

And if you destroy it well enough, and for long enough, it will be reborn in your hands as it was meant to be: glimmering and pure, whole and new, ineffable and eternal, your dearest friend,

and so shiny and smooth that no meanings at all can stick to it.

That is what you do with people who get Aggressive about what the cards really mean.

#answered #tarot #tbl

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le-trash-prince · 3 months

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Pit Babe Ep 13 Thoughts

Overall I enjoyed the episode and I’m okay with how it ended—ships aside, it met with where my expectations were, even though I was holding on by the skin of my teeth for at least SOMETHING more with the side characters (NOT EVEN NORTHSONIC??). But I think if I had watched without engaging with Change2561’s marketing, I wouldn’t be feeling this way. MOSTLY I’M JUST CONFUSED ABOUT WHY THEY MARKETED GHOST SHIPS LIKE DO THEY KNOW I’M JUST THAT SAD ENOUGH OF A SHIPPER I’LL EAT CRUMBS OFF THE GROUND???

I think there’s a lot more they could have done with the ending, but the main focus did need to come back to Babe’s story, and that’s what they focused on. I will hold out hope for something additional like a S2 or a special ep or spinoff, but we all know productions like this can fall apart even with the intention to make a second season 🤡

Personally, my biggest fear was Kenta dying, I swear to god I took psychic damage everyone someone said he was gonna die. Especially with how similar Garfield’s background is to Kenta’s, it wouldn’t have sat right with me if they had put an actor through that? ANYWAYS I WON IN THAT ASPECT, KENTA GOT HIS FUCKING KNIFE TIME and I’ll go into my (satisfied) feelings about his arc later (y’all already know I can’t shut up about the man)

With that said, I haven’t really processed that Way is actually dead, even tho the signs had been there, I kept hoping he would pull through?? BUT I GUESS NOT… This would prob be my one major disappointment but anyways I’m just gonna ignore that it happened

I was talking with my friend afterwards complaining about how Kenta stabbed Tony and then literally disappeared, like not even a “standing in the distance at Way’s funeral” shot like how much fic are we gonna have to write?

Me: god like I was still emotionally invested in what was happening but in every scene my brain is in the background like a dog going “where’s Kenta where’s Kenta where’s Kenta” friend: Yeah I could hear you Me: … was I saying that out loud? friend: Yeah like Way was literally dying on the ground and you’re like “where’s Kenta” me: oh my GODDDD WAY I’M SO SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA MAGICALLY PULL THROUGH!!! me: I’M SORRY WAY

Mostly I’m just glad they didn’t blow the ending in a way that the fandom wouldn’t survive. But things are open enough that there’s endless potential for fic and headcanons and such. I really do love this show and this fandom and the cast a lot and I wanna live here for a long time 🥺 I’m glad we’ve got the fanmeeting coming up soon (maybe they’ll even do some skits) along with the MVs!

#pit babe #pit babe the series #em post #pit babe spoilers #sorry to the way fans but like he’s still alive so

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headphonesbones · 2 months

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Shattered dream sans x a reader who works for nightmare- [idk if this is what you mean by like you know writing reqs-]

Cas and Null decided to write this together! Hope you enjoy <3

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Alright, this is probably gonna get real complicated REAL FAST

Man is crazy (obvi)

But he’s thankfully (or maybe not thankfully) crazy for you

Uhhh… good luck with that…

So man, this can go a few ways… None of which are probably good lol

Let’s say you’re close to Nightmare before stuff hits the fan. Well, as close as you can get to him…

He’s kinda emotionally constipated, but we love him (kinda)

Nightmare, if he actually gives a damn about you, probably would be… let’s just say “reluctant” to have you around his newly corrupted brother.

He trusted him even less now tbh

BUT

I mean, at least he’s not suspiciously nice anymore??? /j

So, man’s crazy x2 so both of them are kinda trying to manipulate you in order to “see their side”

Basically, they’re fighting over you. One as a romantic interest and the other as platonic… probably.

But basically, neither are exactly “right”

You were doing a pretty good job at trying to stay away from Shattered!Dream until, one day, he managed to corner you when you were really sleepy

“Oh, poor thing. Aren’t you tired of mercilessly working for that…. Imbecile brother of mine? Come here, rest your head.” Shattered cooed at you from the other end of the room, watching you stumble your way into your house after a particularly rough mission. How did he even get in here? You were too tired to care. You shuffled over to him and slumped down at his feet, resting your head in his lap. He places his hand on your head, tenderly stroking your hair and murmuring sweet nothings.

So naturally, you were like “whaT THE FU-”

Nah, you totally didn’t suspect anything. I mean, how different could Shattered!Dream be from his old self? (very different, as you’d come to find out)

You hadn’t slept in literal days, you’d just come back from one of Nightmare’s missions, things got messy in that mission, “your husband is dead, we found him with no head” type shenanigans.

(… the frick did I just say???? ADHD brain is wack as frick, don’t do vegetables, kids)

Your brain was confused and static-y (is that a neurodivergent thing???) and you were just done by that point

You were kinda not too trusting of him, buuuuut… his lap was comfortable, what else can I say, Your Honor?

(I was just in a silly goofy kinda mood, so I fell asleep on my mortal enemy’s lap)

His voice was relaxing, his lap cozy, the mood just right, and you were exhausted beyond belief

So what did you do?

You fell asleep

Anyways

I have no idea if any of this is coherent

When you woke up (like 16 hours later, thanks to exhaustion) you found that you were in your bed.

You, not knowing wtf just happened, are confused, of course.

Was that all a Dream? Well, Dream was involved but NO, IT WAS NOT A DREAM

HIT THE PANIC BUTTON

You have gay panic for a bit until you see the note on your bedside table

He called you mi cielito in the letter.

Mi cielito?? Depending on if you know Spanish, you may be a little confused. Means “my little sky”... what can I say, he’s a sucker for Moon, Sun, Stars, Sky, etc. motifs

Same

Alright, so…

Thankfully, unlike Nightmare, he’s probably not gonna leave dead birds outside of your doorstep

(probably)

You know, for someone that doesn’t really like cats (we all know what I’m talking about), Nightmare sure does act like one… Neko! Nightmare coming up? (I know the word “neko” just dealt +40 psychic damage to one of you out there)

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Alright, I didn’t really answer your request but I am PLANNING on making this a smol series. So like… a few parts? I just really want to get this out! :]

Cas was sorta working off of first caffeine in week, combined with not sleeping in over 24 hours.

Hope you enjoyed! Please, feel free to send as many requests as you want!

#shattered dream sans #undertale sans #undertale #undertale au #shattered dream #dream sans #dreamtale #writing #writing requests #shattered!dream #sans #sans x reader

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technovillain · 24 days

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Give me the rundown on your dudes in as much or as little detail as you like

I put up the OC asks thing the other day and then just went ham on updating my references and toyhouse instead whoops!!

Basic rundown of all my psynauts ocs for u <3

FIRST IS THESE THREE:

they're my characters that aren't directly related to any of the canon characters . jameela's an intern a few years after the events of pn2, gusty is a whispering rock camper and also temporarily lives at the motherlobe, veranda is an agent who works with them both in their collective story.

jameela is the highly intelligent daughter of tech guru dallas delmarro. she has incredible inventing skills that are aided by her psychic abilities, namely her precognition. her precognition is both a blessing and a curse, especially when she keeps seeing horrible apocalyptic doom scenarios.

gusty is a rowdy ragamuffin who accidentally gave his entire town brain damage when he found out he could abuse the psychic power of confusion to do whatever he wanted. he was mostly unaware of the repercussions of his actions. after making his own living situation unsafe, he was taken in to the psychonauts, becoming one of the "motherlobe kids" while his town was put under observation and check-ins.

veranda is a 30-something new zealand immigrant who loves cowboys and the wild west. they feel like they've been running from their problems for years now. they had a fear of growing up when they were little and accidentally time-bubbled some of their child relatives as a teenager. ever since they've been afraid of making the wrong decisions AND of being around children.

NEXT is my Oleander family members

midge is oleander's mother. she's got a potent sad energy and mostly keeps to herself.

eagle is an all-american boy scout who makes his mother proud.

rock is the oldest brother who eventually works in the butcher shop with his father. both rock and eagle bully morry when he's little (well, a little kid....)

NEXT is the Zanotto family members

laurel is bob's older sister and truman's mother. she was an artsy jack of all trades, she was a beatnik and avid music-festival-goer in her younger years

jonny is truman's father, laurel's short-term psychic boyfriend who disappeared under mysterious circumstances (he was doomed)

delphine is truman's ex-wife and lili's mother. she has a big fancy corporate banking job. despite being a total workaholic she calls lili on the phone every single night <3

AND THE OTHER ONES!

ophelia was a distant relative of houston thorney who lived at thorney towers when loboto was a patient. she is the mother of his mentioned child (who is bobby zilch in my hc) and she also died because of a longstanding "family curse"

lester was a character i made for an oleander fic that's in progress. he was originally just going to be in the beginning chapter as a kid but i also decided on a way to bring him back as an adult. maybeeee someday i will write that part of the story too ^__^

nostradamus is my least developed oc, he's more of just a brain concept and a character design.... one of these days i will find a way to tie him properly into the universe.

thank u 4 ur time <3

#loved an excuse to doodle them all again lalalaa #psychonauts oc #oc tag #ask #.txt #psychonauts

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codenamesazanka · 2 months

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opinion on how deku is being thrown into shigaraki’s memories ?

I've said it before, but to sum it up: Lazy writing. Instead of making Deku work or even talk to discover what happened, it's being handed to him.

Also backing what @itsnothingofinterest said in this post:

I worry this could go beyond just “viewing” memories. It’s also possible Deku could start influencing Shigaraki’s recollection of events to make him more agreeable (for example, I saw someone suggest this could end with Deku saving Tenko from under the bridge instead of AFO) and I wouldn’t be a fan of that. Didn’t like when 2 out of 3 of our last League conflicts relied on mentally impairing them & I wouldn’t like it any more if it was how Deku resolved the conflict here.

But fine, whatever. He'll see the memories. He'll learn Shigaraki's damage. It's what he wanted; it's what he needs.

Thanks for the ask!

I call this lazy writing because

What we should’ve had was Deku and the UA students having to work and investigate and just talk and truly come to understand the Villains and why they are the way they are, the root causes and the bad days where they received no helped and all the tiny things that built up and led to the breaking point.

For Deku specifically, we spent all of Edgy Deku arc literally doing fuck all about ‘learn what makes Shigaraki tick deep down’ (Chapter 308), which is such a waste of an opportunity to explore—anything at all. Being cold and hungry and tired and alone, being feared and rumored to be a monster - would that make Deku reflect on a villain’s circumstances? lmao. Did he confront All Might and Gran Torino about the Shimura family, which might offer a clue? lmao. Did he request to talk to Mr. Compress, League Member and Shigaraki's Ally? lmao. The story skips over anything that might mean real effort to learn about Shigaraki, or would cause reflection.

What are we left with for Deku to discover why Shigaraki seems to be in pain? Forcing a Memory Transfer. Practically the only option left.

I know people will argue that that’s just how OFA/AFO works, it has always been hinted at, it's a good thing that Deku will finally understand what Shigaraki has been through. But it feels so unearned. He wants to save Shigaraki, he wants to learn about Shigaraki -> he doesn't do any work that contributes to this, instead he happens upon it via surprise psychic link.

If I was being generous, I might allow that he’s being rewarded on having faith in Shigaraki’s inner goodness… but that also isn't working because his faith has never been seriously challenged, unless you count Nana and Gran Torino giving their one (1) doomerism line and Shigaraki provoking him. There was Bakugou's 'death' that ShigAFO caused... but Mirio was able to immediately calm Deku down and then Bakugou came back alive before Deku began trying to pry open the lid so. net zero loss/gain there.

(I also feel like, if the memories should be handed to him like this, it should've been done earlier, and turned into an extra burden of a different sort? Deku's got all these memories, this sympathy—but everyone around him tells him, so what? Shigaraki has suffered, but so have other people. He has suffered, but now he creates suffering. His memories are irrelevant to the fact that he needs to be defeated; his memories will be useful in rebuilding society after the war, but Shigaraki himself is beyond saving. And Deku should've had to reckon with that.)

And if it's not lazy writing—

Shigaraki said those words about "the destruction of everything stemming from that house" in Chapter 379. It is now 416. The Shigaraki-Deku fight doesn't start properly until 410, fine—but through the past six chapters, Deku literally had to be psychically-physically in front of the damn house in order to reflect on Shigaraki's words.

This is because Deku refuses to talk and have a proper conversation with Shigaraki. Ever since the end of Jaku, Deku gets one glimpse of the Crying Child and knows Something Is Wrong, but because Shigaraki declines to just explain the rest of it to him, Deku doesn't ask.

(If you look at his previous 'saves', we can see no wonder - Deku gets the tragic backstories told to him. Todoroki straight up just reveals his family’s dark secret. Mandalay was able to explain what Kouta’s issue was, literally telling Deku ‘he’s not being raised normally, he’s an orphan with dead hero parents’. The full extent of Eri’s abuse is revealed via official Hero investigation and deductions about Overhaul’s operations - which I like best because it flowed more naturally, with the horror element dawning on the characters. Deku learns not from Hawks about the crimes of the HPSC, it's only because Nagant herself exposed it to him. The Aoyama reveal is largely by Hagakure/accident/carelessness on his parents’ part.

I think Gentle is the only guy he sympathize with without knowing the full extent of his backstory?)

Does Deku, now unable to "ignore what he saw," ask Shigaraki "Hey, what do you mean by 'that house'?" Does he actually ask out loud, "Shigaraki! Why can't you let go of that lonely past?" Does he ever go, "Hey, I saw you and you were so sad. Why? And what happened to that dog?"

No. Deku makes statements about saving Shigaraki, about wanting to save that Crying Child, about how Shigaraki is a person, but all those are cool one-liners, and they feel barely even directed at Shigaraki himself.

Remember how in Chapter 360, Mirio asks ShigAFO why he destroys, and he gets an answer? Remember how Mirio engaged with ShigAFO, and that led to Tenko surfacing to angrily retort he does have friends? Asking questions has proven to have an effect!

And you can't say "Shigaraki is refusing to open up," when Shigaraki has been so chatty. You also can't just dismiss this by theoretically saying "Shigaraki would never open up, it's pointless to try, it's a guaranteed failure," when Deku literally hasn't tried, cross it off the list before moving on. Deku is just not engaging with the guy in front of him, but rather just looking for the Crying Child, and at best that's him being the world's most incurious guy, and at worst being a condescending ass.

#anon #anonymous #asked #ask #answered #bnha spoilers #spoilers #Chapter 416 #nalslastworkingbraincell

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deepdrownlamentt · 8 months

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hello hi beloved love of my life im sorry (im not sorry) for contributing to your masterlist turning into an alcohol menu but hear me out, tequila and phantom/specter/lumen (your horny your call whichever is the most pathetic and subsequently funniest) being jealous

the catch is that the thing that they're jealous over is so TRIVIAL like a new otome game? your pet??? your mom??????? theyre a wet sopping mess and im here for it

↬ courier, specter, and tequila jealousy hcs

content warnings: none

note: the emojis are actually dealing me psychic damage but i like writing dumb things so i will oblige........ sorry for the delay i am being slaughtered out here!!!!! get me out of uni!!!!!! i just want to vibe in peace!!!!!!

i think tequila May be a liiiiiittle ooc since i haven't . looked at his voicelines in a million years . and mine is trust 0 . but anyways i hope u enjoy !!!! xoxo etc

↬ COURIER doesn't think of himself as the type of partner that needs to constantly hog your attention, nor does he think himself so busy that he would leave you wanting. there's a certain balance to it, that much he's sure of — but he can't quite help but be disappointed if he finds something else occupying your mind when he finally has the time to hang up his coat freely and spend it with you.

↬not that he's quick to show it on his face, though. he's long since felt comfortable enough with you to drop any pretense of a fake, customer-service smile in your presence, after all. even then, it's very much clear from his raised eyebrows and confused blinks that he's rather surprised. or confused.

↬ perhaps he's gotten just a little spoiled by you — to the point that going for how many minutes without hearing the padding of your footsteps as you come over to greet him leaves him feeling a little odd. maybe you were busy! he rationalises to himself. maybe you got called away for a last minute meeting, and he just missed you on your way out—

↬ that is, until he hears the telltale little sound effects from a game on your phone you've told him about lately, and lo and behold, and his chest does a weird thing where it flutters and sinks all at once. on the one hand, he's glad it's just a game that's stolen your attention. on the other hand... it's just a game? he won't say anything, but if you notice anything for the next few days — going on more missions with you, or cooking you even more of your favourite foods than usual — then maybe the discreet little glances he spares your phone, making sure it's silent and face-down on the table, have something to do with it.

↬ it's rather preposterous to think that LAURENTINA would "stoop to so low a level," she says, that she would get jealous of something so minor. rather, she enjoys monopolising your attention, you see — and for your little predicament to steal your gaze away from her, well... that won't do, won't it?

↬ she teases you much more often, especially when she finds out what exactly it is that's distracting you lately: lingering touches on your shoulder or waist, sickly sweet calls of your name, or even her plucking your phone out of your hands with a sly little shark-toothed smile.

↬ if she really feels up to it, she might tease you more about your little distraction, too: oh? you want my attention, dear? i thought that little game of yours enraptured you much more. she loves watching the way you squirm, hearing how you hem and haw as you think of a response.

↬ of course, while she acts like she's above jealousy, she can still feel it simmering a little just under her skin — it's why her little teasing prods at you have become more frequent, though there's never any real ill intent behind any of them, and she's very intent on making sure you don't misinterpret her intentions. after all, she wants you to see what you're missing out on, not drive you away entirely!

↬ much like specter, TEQUILA claims that being jealous is "silly" — though it doesn't stop the exaggerrated way he pouts when your gaze is drawn elsewhere... at your phone, specifically. he doesn't seem the type to take it too personally, but as he jokes about oh, i didn't know your game was more distracting than me, there's a part of him that wonders what it would take to take your attention off of it entirely.

↬ there's a chance he might ask you on more dates than usual — even if it's something as simple as a late-night walk together, or chatting at the bar as rafaela prepares you drinks. there's also a chance he might be a little more physically affectionate than usual: his hand around your waist as you walk, resting his chin on your shoulder from behind as he watches whatever it is you're doing at the moment.

↬ in the end, though, the part of him that thought all of this was silly wins by the smallest, smallest margin; he might even ask you about it directly, if he gets the chance. and if you decide to gush about it, he listens with rapt attention — if you have a good time with it, then he's happy that you're happy, or something along those lines.

↬ but just for his sake, to appease the part of him that wanted to steal your attention back, it may be worth it to reassure (or maybe even tease) him a little in turn. just for the hint of satisfaction he might get for winning over pixels.

#♡. writing | burial beyond the light.#arknights x reader #tequila x reader #courier x reader #specter x reader #its not even an alcohol menu i feel like an aa counselor out here /j

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Hiiii I was wondering if you'd be willing to write some head cannons for Alan wake and being his partner or something I'm not picky I've just been dying for some Alan wake x reader lol

Ahhhh yes of course!! Sorry if this is a bit late but yesyes I love alan wake shfkskdjs

Spoilers probably!!!!

Alan Wake x Reader (Pre & Post Dark Place)

This man is so self-deprecating with his work sometimes, and it HURTS (doesn't feel like he's a 'real' artist and all, y'know?)

Probably a lot of (reluctantly) asking you if what he's working on seems good and asking you for ideas sometimes

A lot of stay at home dates because this man would rather deal with anything other than paparazzi, especially in front of you (that clip of him smacking the camera or allegedly punching that guy I can't remember)

Coffee and snuggling up together :)

Helping him look nice and pretty for interviews or meetings and stuff

He was a bit of an asshole in the first game to Alice so obviously he's rather temperamental sometimes, doesn't listen to your advice all that much regarding it but will try. Eventually.

Do not even think about trying to get this man to write during a holiday

Psychic damage from writers block (real)

I think he'd do his best to accompany your fears, but depending on it, he might be a little inconsiderate at times

After the Dark Place he has definitely come to terms with his behavior and all so he's definitely being a lot nicer, a lot more cautious maybe and just wants to protect you but doesn't want to worry you too much

Let's you play with the longer hair

He looks so scared all the time but he feels better with you :)

Nightmares™

The thing with Scratch in the ending, the whole Alan has always been Scratch or something (its been a while since I've played AW2 but I've nearly 100% it!!)

Likely going to be very apologetic about Scratch, checking up on you often, and trying to make up for it as best he can despite being out of your life for thirteen years

Mans just wants to spend time with you and catch up and everything, he misses you, you've been on his mind this whole time and you're all he wants <33

I hope these are okay!!! A little self-indulgent, but it's practically midnight rn and I've squeezed my brain so hard to get these out before I forget loll

I've got a few things planned for ao3 (alan wake & r6s) so keep an eye out for those :D

My AO3

#alan wake remastered #alan wake #alan wake 2 #alan wake ii #x reader #headcanon #headcanons #alan wake x female reader #alan wake x male reader #gender neutral reader

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carcarcraziiv2 · 4 months

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The Woman with the Pink Hair (Part 7, 8, 9)

Here is a continuation of the Woman with the Pink Hair!

This is a Vi x Fem! Reader fanfiction.

I will post this gradually, maybe once or twice a week until it is fully out! (If you are impatient, you can view it on my Wattpad-> @DatBishCar)

Please note that this is the first piece I wrote after a HEFTY (I mean years long) hiatus from writing.

P.S. Lowkey I KNOW there's a bunch of shit I could fix in here to make it better due to my practice over the past year or so, but I just… I'm so lazy rn LOL. Anyhoooooo….

ALSO- here are the TW for you lovelies! (This is for the WHOLE SERIES)-

Violence, mental illness, oral sex, dominant tendencies, torture, kidnapping, plotting?… lowkey there's probably more but you should get the gist here, AS ALWAYS ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK ILY<3

READ PART ONE, TWO, AND THREE HERE->

https://www.tumblr.com/carcarcraziiv2/737189248110821376/the-woman-with-the-pink-hair-p-1-2-3?source=share

READ PART FOUR, FIVE, AND SIX HERE->

https://www.tumblr.com/carcarcraziiv2/738139002294747136/the-woman-with-the-pink-hair-p-4-5-6?source=share

PART SEVEN-

Jinx wanders over next to Vi, who keeps a keen eye on her sister. You are slightly shook at the fact that they are sisters, they look nothing alike but as you think about it, they never said they were blood relatives.

"Vi, what a pleasure," Jinx sneers. She leans back on the couch and her boots clunk as she places her feet on the coffee table. She looks at her sister dramatically, then back at you giving a look of she has the audacity?

You lower your gaze and twiddle your thumbs. Your nerves rattle throughout your body, making your stomach slightly queasy. Looking back up at Vi, you decide to speak up.

"Well, as you can see I was hanging out with Jinx," you say matter of factly.

"Jinx," Vi scoffs, disgust lingering on her face. "You mean Powder?" Jinx looks over at her angrily, dragging her feet off of the coffee table and slamming them on the floor. Before letting her speak, you interject.

"Vi, I met her the other day. She introduced herself to me as Jinx. Do you think I am a psychic or something?" You felt yourself getting angry, your brows furrowing as you glared in her direction.

"No, but I didn't think of you as the type to be weird and hangout with my sister on the down low," she snapped. You crossed your arms grunting.

"Why are you being so crazy right now, Vi? Like, how was I supposed to know she was your sister?" You shot up from your seat and held your hounds out in a questioning manner. Jinx looked slightly shocked that you raised your voice as she hadn't seen you become angry yet, and she got up and excused herself from the room. The only time Vi tore her gaze from you, was to watch her sister leave the house out the damaged front door.

After the door shut behind Jinx, Vi got up from the couch, her gaze dark as she marched over to you. You felt yourself cowering back slightly, as the sheer power of Vi radiated off of her in dangerous waves. She pointed her finger and shoved it into your chest.

"She's fucking dangerous, (y/n), do you understand? She's crazy, but she is my sister. And you..." she pushed forward, and you quickly realized you were backed into a wall. Her gaze had left your face and lingered down your frame, making you feel small. "You are mine".

You felt your jaw drop open slightly, your breathing was heavy as she stood close to you. Tingles erupted across your limbs as you felt her warmth press into you. Vi's breathing began to slow, and her gaze traces your body back up to your face, where it lingers at your lips before returning to your eyes.

"Just... Just please be careful. Please?" She asks quietly, as if she is afraid to scare you away.

"I will, I'm a big girl, Vi..." you attempt to reassure her, your hand reaching up to caress her face. She leans into your palm for a moment, before grabbing your hand hard and shoving it against the wall next to you. Your eyes widen in fear for a moment, before her lips smash into yours. Her other hand caresses your side, tracing up your body and lingering at your chest for a moment before going up to cup your face.

You feel yourself relax, as Vi's tongue presses for entry into your mouth and you let it in with a sigh. A slight moan escapes as your tongues battle each other in a feast of passion. Warmth spreads through your body, tightening a knot in your stomach and sending tingles down your core.

What is she doing to me? You thought.

Suddenly, the front door slams back open, and Vi rips away from you, leaving you breathless and panting against the wall. A blush crept up into your cheeks as you see Jinx walk back in with a soda in her hand.

"Damn, get a room guys," she snickers, as her and Vi return to their respective places on the couch. Vi sits down, looking unbothered, but you can see a fire in her eyes that is different than the anger that had been there only a few moments ago.

Collecting yourself, you sit down on the stool as an awkward silence threatens the air. Vi stares at you, making you shiver and you quickly look down at your hands.

-- VI's POV --

Fuck, she's driving me crazy Vi thinks. Her hand reaches up and brushes through her thick hair, which immediately falls back into the same position it already was in. She sighs and turns to look her sister dead in the eyes.

The same sister that killed her ex-girlfriend's mom.

The same sister that basically turned into a crime lord and has voices in her head.

To Vi, she's the same sister she has always had, but different still in so many ways. Vi breaths in heavily, and then sighs.

"Powder, what are you doing? Why did you befriend (y/n)?" she questions, her tone worried but also strong. She glances over at you, noticing you look hurt for a moment. Probably at the concept of thinking that Jinx wouldn't have any real reason to try to befriend her.

"My names not Powder! Also, wow Vi. Can't (y/n) have friends?" Jinx says innocently, waving towards you as if to showcase your frame sitting there.

"Pow-Jinx, don't make me ask again. Why?" Vi says more sternly now, shaking her head slightly at her correction of her sister's name.

"Oh, big bad Vi. Okay, fine. Want the truth?" Jinx pauses for a moment, laughing crazily. She collects herself, suddenly very serious. "I wanted to make sure she wasn't going to be a problem. Make sense? You're my sister. MY sister. I know you think I'm a nutjob psycho. I heard you tell (y/n) I'm crazy. I know what you think of me, what she thinks of me. But I want to make sure I don't lose you again. Make sense?" Jinx has her arms crossed, rambling with the eyes of a mad man, but making her point none the less. She seems to take a moment collecting herself, before Vi grabs her shoulders and pulls her into a hug.

"I'm not going anywhere, Pow-pow. Not again, even if you do crazy shit or act all fucked up. Sometimes, I just want to make sure you aren't going to hurt yourself but I'm realizing there isn't much I can do to stop you. You're all grown up, and I can't do a damn thing," Vi mutters, looking defeated. "I will, however, not allow you to do things like this. (y/n) is a person to, understand? A person I have come to care about. So unless you two are actually friends, then maybe just stop?"

"I'd like to think we're actually friends..." (y/n) says, lifting her gaze and giving a slight smile.

She is so beautiful when she smiles like that, Vi thinks. What will she look like when I go down on her, will she smile pretty for me like that then, too?

Shaking away the dirty thoughts entering her mind, she smiles back at (y/n) as Jinx begins to speak.

"That's the problem, I think you're my friend too. Now can we just... make sure not to fuck with each other? That will be good for me. Plus, I don't think (y/n) would be able to hurt you if she tried." Jinx giggles, and (y/n) grabs something off the floor and chucks it at Jinx yelling "Hey!" defensively. The three women erupt into laughter, deciding for the rest of the evening to catch up.

Vi, for the first time in a long time, felt warm and happy.

PART EIGHT-

**SPICY CHAPTER**

**Probably a LONG chapter**

A few months have passed, you and Vi continuously seeing each other. No one had said anything regarding feelings for each other, but they were prominent none the less. The Intense bond you and Vi had created only bubbling further, until about a week ago she asked you a question.

"(Y/N)," Vi had started, her gaze shifting from the movie in front of you and landing on your blushed face. "Do you want to go somewhere with me? I have to go to Bilgewater for... business... and I would like some company. I am leaving next week."

You had gawked at her, aghast that she had asked you to go on a trip with her. Either way, at the moment the two of you were sitting so close that your thighs were touching, and your fingers were intertwined in the middle. Butterflies fluttered throughout your chest and into your stomach, and you nodded.

"Of course," you had said, pausing and putting a finger against your chin tapping in thought. "But I will need to let my boss know. Its honestly just me in the shop most of the time, so he will have to find a replacement. How long will we be there?"

Vi smiled, and you had felt your insides melt, sure that she could see your eyes lower to her lips.

"A week." She had stated plainly. "I have to visit an old friend. Don't worry, if your boss gives you any trouble, I would be more than happy to talk to him myself."

You had snickered at that, still studying her face. She looked wary about going to Bilgewater, but she also looked excited in a way. You wondered who her friend was, and what this "business" she had to deal with entailed. Whatever it came to, you intended on going with her.

Fast forward, it is now next week, and you had just finished packing up your old brown backpack with a few essentials. Pants, underwear, a couple t-shirts and sweaters. You didn't know what it would be like in Bilgewater, so you also brought your swimming suit and shorts. A knock rang at the door, and you scurried to it, peeking out of the peep hole and seeing Pink hair. You smiled before opening the door.

The door open, you looked at Vi who was staring into your soul, a small smiling forming at the edges of her lips.

"Hey," she said, stepping inside as you made room for her, pressing yourself against the door. You turned and closed it, stepping behind her and wandering back over to your bed.

"Hey, I just finished packing my bag. How are we getting there, anyway?" You asked, looking over your shoulder at her as you continued to work. Vi was wandering around, looking at some of the art pieces you had hanging on the walls.

"Ship," Vi started, tearing her gaze off of the painting and searing it into you with her ocean blue eyes. "By the way, you should bring some of your art supplies. Maybe your sketchbook? You undoubtedly will find something of interest to draw there, I'm certain."

"Good idea," You replied, smiling slightly as you brushed past Vi to grab your sketchbook and pencil pouch off of the table. You purposefully lightly touched her shoulder to yours as you walked by, causing tingles to run up and down your body. You shivered as you picked up your sketchbook, still feeling her gaze baring into the back of your head. "Hey, why are you staring at me? Seem's a little creepy," You smirked at her as you turned around. She scoffed, her pink hair sashaying across her face as her head jerked.

"Yeah, I'm the creepy one. Get your things, weirdo, we have to go." She started walking back towards the door, and you noticed she didn't have a bag or anything to take with her.

"Hey, Vi? Where's your stuff?" You asked, worried that she had forgotten it. Thinking back, you realized you had only seen her wearing the same clothes but had never put two and two together. The look on her face gave it away, and you stood there feeling pity for her before she responded.

"I've got what I need, sweet stuff. Don't worry about me." She smiled, her eyes sincere. It made you lighten up a bit. "Actually, I have something that you will need while we are there. For your protection."

For my protection? You thought. You truly had no idea what Bilgewater could entail, and it made your stomach turn with anxiety. You fiddled with the sleeves of your green knit shirt. The anxiety only tripled as you saw what Vi pulled out of her worn pocket. It was a knife in a sheath.

"Uhhh, why are you giving me a knife?" You said, nervous as all hell. You had never had to physically protect yourself aside from a few times, both of which bystanders intervened before you had to use any force. "I don't even know how to use that thing," You muttered as she grabbed your small hand and placed the knife in it, lingering there with her hand above yours for a moment.

"Bilgewater is a dirty place. Better to be safe than sorry," She said calmly, looking at you as if studying you. Her eyebrows were tight and a little crinkle formed in between them as she thought. "Either way, you aren't leaving my side while we are there. I will keep you safe, Princess." She had stated the last part with such force, you didn't even question it. You did feel safe with Vi, especially after seeing how she can handle herself in a fight.

After attaching the knife and sheath to the waist of your pants, you let your sweater fall over it and it was concealed. You reveled in the fact that Vi gave you a weapon, and felt bad ass knowing you had something like this hidden from the rest of the world. Vi must have noticed your demeaner, as you hadn't realized you were smiling.

"I hope you don't have to use it," She said, nudging you slightly in the ribs causing you to giggle.

------ <3 <3 <3 ------

Approaching the docks of Piltover, Vi scanned the area and the two of you found your port. The ship the two of you were getting on was small, and only a few other people were getting on it. You noticed that they all wore dirtied clothing and looked worn and tired. Your backpack slinged over one of your shoulder, you approached the ramp with Vi. A man stopped the two of you, looking mean. He was tall, very muscular, and had tattoos all over. His eyes glowered from Vi to you and back to Vi before a grin appeared on his face.

"Vi, I'm glad you made it. We were just about to leave!" He chuckled, reaching out to Vi and embracing her in a hug. Vi returned it, leaving you wondering who this man was an how she knew him. "Who is this young lady you have with you?" He questioned, using his head to point in your direction.

"This is (y/n)," Vi smiled, placing a hand on your lower back after leaving the embrace of the man.

"Nice to meet you, (y/n)" The man said, shooting his hand out towards you which you took to shake in greeting. "I'm Stevie." He smiled again, a warm welcoming smile and you knew then why Vi trusted him.

"Anyway," Vi said as the mans hold on your hand lingered a moment too long. "We better get on that ship, eh?"

The man chuckled and turned around. He gestured for the two of you to follow so you did. The outside of the boat did not look like anything special, but descending into the Cabins of the ship you were welcomed by lavish furniture in a seating area, a kitchen, and a hallway leading down to 4 rooms. At the very end of the hallway there was a bathroom that you gathered you would have to share with the other people going. You suddenly felt nervous, as you had seen multiple people getting on this ship and realizing that you would have to likely stay in the same room as Vi. You tugged on the hem of your sweater again and Vi looked down at you over her shoulder.

"Don't worry, I will sleep on the floor," She said in a flat tone. She seemed slightly irritated. "Stevie, I thought there were only 2 other people boarding with us?"

"Oh, kiddo, it never works the way we plan, does it?" He laughed, slapping her on the back and then using the same hand to begin guiding you and her to the last room on the left. "You two don't do anything too crazy in here, ya? The walls are paper thin." He snickered and winked, opening the door and leaving the two of you staring into the room. There was one large bed, voluptuous pillows sat at the head against the dark wooden headboard, and a thick dark brown comforter laid on the bed. There was a large wardrobe against the wall and a circular window that you could see the border of the ocean surface through. You gawked, your heart dropping into your stomach.

"Uh, Vi? Did I forget to mention that I have never been on a ship before?" You said nervously, not taking your gaze off of the small window. You couldn't help but fear that window would burst open and flood the room with the salty water. Vi laughed.

"Oh, (y/n), you didn't. However I did take it as a possibility. Here, take this," She said, grabbing a small vile of purple liquid out of her coat pocket and handing it to you. "This will help you with any sea sickness you might have." You took the vile out of her hand gently, popping the top off and smelling it. You grimaced away from the sent and turned your nose up at it.

"Ew, what the hell?" You said, looking at Vi. She gave you a look that said 'just drink it, don't smell it, stupid'. You took a deep breath, held it and then guzzled down the concoction. Luckily it didn't taste as bad as it smelled.

After the ship began its 2 day journey, and the two of you got settled in the room, you ventured out into the living quarters and into the kitchen. A few of the people were in there already drinking over the table in the middle of the room and shooting back shots of what you assumed to be some sort of rum.

"Try not to stare, sweet stuff," Vi said, one corner of her lips raising in a slight grin. You rolled your eyes and decided to be brave and introduced yourself. You were going to be stuck on this ship with these people for two days, after all. You felt extra brave having the blade hidden beneath your long sweater.

"Hi guys, I'm (y/n). Whatcha drinking?" Vi looked at you in shock for a moment, and the four men at the table all tore their gazes away from what they were doing to stare at you.

"Jack," One said, looking back down at the drink. "And this? Who the hell knows, its an unmarked bottle in an old ass ship." He hiccupped, clearly having had a lot of drink already.

"Don't mind him. The names Ben. That's David and Craig", a shorter man with dark hair and old eyes smiled at you. He pointed out David who had wavy blonde hair tied in a knot behind his head and Craig who looked gruff with a buzz cut and scars all over his face. "Although we look harsh, we won't bite. Promise. You can have some of this, if you would like? On that, what's your name?" He said, redirecting his attention to Vi. She scowled at you for a moment before answering him.

"Vi," she said with no urgency. "Just don't be dicks and I won't be a problem." All of the men laughed, resuming what they were doing. It looked like they were playing a game of cards. Vi rolled her eyes and shook her head lightly, but you could see her eyes light up as the laughter began filling the room.

You decided to grab a drink from the men after retrieving your sketchbook and pencils from your room. Sitting on the brown leather couch a few feet away, you stared at them as you began drawing. You wanted to capture the moment, and perhaps give each of the men a portrait of themselves as a goodbye gift when the journey was over. You couldn't help but be a sap for scary looking people with gentle souls.

After a few hours, Vi still hadn't come out of the room after you all introduced yourselves to the men. You ventured back there, the feeling of being on a ship odd as you walked. It rocked ever so slightly, and you thanked the Gods that there hadn't been any storms forecasted for the next few days.

Entering the room, you saw Vi laying in the darkness. You couldn't tell if she was sleeping or not, so you flicked on the light switch beside the door for a moment. Here eyes were closed and her chest rose up and down. She had taken off her jacket, now wearing a white tank top that sculpted to her muscular body. She wasn't under the covers, and you could see the red plaid pajama pants that she was wearing. you wondered where she had gotten the clothes but thought perhaps she was a regular on this ship.

Slowly creeping next to the bed so as not to wake her, you decided to take one of the pillows and a blanket out of the armoire to make a makeshift bed on the floor for yourself. As you leaned over the bed you began tugging one of the pillows out from under Vi. She stirred, and in the dim moonlight shining in through the window you saw her eyes shoot open. She looked at you confused for a moment, before her eyes became hooded and bore into your own with heat. You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks and swallowed.

"Uh, sorry. I was just grabbi-" you started quietly, but before you could finish Vi grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you down to her roughly. You stumbled slightly, catching yourself with one of your knees on the bed. Your eyes widened and your breathing quickened as Vi sat up abruptly and planted a kiss on your lips. It took you only a moment to relax and melt into her kiss.

"What are you doing?" She murmured, one of her large hands reaching up to brush a piece of hair behind your air. Her lips lightly grazed yours and you could feel her breath warm your face.

"I was just getting stuff to make a bed," You replied softly, "I didn't want to wake you." Vi's brows furrowed for a moment, before grabbing you by the waist and flipping you so quickly onto your back you hadn't realized what happened. You let out a soft gasp as she got on top of you and situated herself between your legs. Heat flustered throughout your body, sending pings of electricity to your core.

"Wha- What are you doing, Vi?" You said breathily.

"Mm, sweet girl. I'm doing something I have wanted to do for awhile." She said as her fingers grazed up your side, causing your shirt to rise with her. You swallowed, and she continued. "May I?" Her question melted you, as you appreciated her respect for consent. You nodded as her hand grazed up to your breast and her thumb ran across one of your pebbled nipples. "Use your words, princess," She murmured against your lips.

"Yes, Vi," You said, breathing deeply before she captured your lips with her own. Her hand went back down to go under your shirt, and you sucked in a breath as she went slowly up your side and back up to your boob. You were breathing heavily, now, and the kiss had become very passionate. Your tongues intertwined and you let out small breathy moans against her mouth. This wasn't the first time you had done things with a girl, but the way your body was reacting felt like it was. Heat pumped through your limbs and centered into a knot at the base of your stomach, sweet ecstasy cascading through you as her thumb brushed against your nipple again and again.

"Vi," you said, pulling away from the kiss and looking deep into her eyes. She looked down at you with such intensity it almost made you nervous, but you didn't let those emotions creep in. Quickly, she lept back, only to slink down your body, her fingers grazed down your sides again causing you to shiver. They lingered at the waist of your pants and he finger dipped ever so slightly beneath them. You let out a frustrated moan, and she laughed lowly. Her hands grasped at the fabric, and pulled down to reveal your shaven pussy, visible through the purple lace panties you wore. Here palm grazed against your slit above your panties, and you let out a sigh, rocking your hips and closing your eyes.

"Look at me, (y/n)," Vi said, stopping. Your eyes burst open and gazed down at her. You bit your lip at the sight of her between your legs. You knew you were wet, without a doubt seeping through the fabric of your underwear. "Good girl," she responded to your obedience. You felt a ping of pride at her words of praise. "Gods, you are so fucking sexy," she bit out, before leaning down and kissing the fabric right over your clit. You let out a gasp.

"Oh my Gods, Vi," your mouth formed the words but they came out as a breathy whisper.

"Don't say my name like that," She hummed, pulling the fabric aside. You could feel her breath graze against the wetness, making it cold against your pussy. You kept your gaze on her as she placed small kisses on your thighs, still holding the fabric to the side. Then, her tongue flicked your clit. You tensed, and then relaxed as she began lapping at it like a woman starved. Moans fluttered out of your mouth, but you were consciences of the fact that Stevie had said the walls were thin so you took your hand and clasped it against your mouth. Vi stopped.

"No," she said, reaching up and yanking your arm away so that your hand was at your side again. "I want to hear you." Your brows tightened and you bit your lip as she continued. One of her arms was wrapped around a leg, the other swooped under and you felt her finger slip into your wet pussy. You gasped, arching your back off the bed.

"Fuck, Vi," You said, and you could hear her suck in a breath. You rocked your hips to the rhythm of her pumping her fingers into you, as she slid a second in. You were lost in the ecstasy, not caring about the fact you were on a ship to somewhere you had never been, nor that there were 4 men sitting outside of the room not too far off. You had daydreamed of this day since you met Vi.

She curved her fingers upward, perfectly hitting that spot inside making fireworks light up across your body.

"Gods, you taste so fucking good. You going to cum for me, princess?" She gazed up at you as she continued looking. You felt yourself rising, and rising.

"Yes, yes, yes," was all you could muster. You tensed as you reached your peak, arching your back as pleasure cascaded over your limbs, and you fell apart. Your hand reached up to her hair and you held her to you as you rocked your hips letting your orgasm ride out. You released her hair and collapsed your head back onto the pillows. Your breathing was short and ragged, and you twitched as she pulled her fingers out of you. Your gaze lingered on her and she took her fingers to her mouth, licking them off. She climbed back up your body, and put them inside your mouth. You were tasting yourself on them.

Vi pulled them out and kissed you passionately. A mixture of your taste and hers penetrated your lips and you felt heat rise in you once again.

"What am I going to do with you," was all Vi could say, rolling onto her back and pulling you onto her chest.

Before you could respond, you felt sleep gripping at you. The aftermath of the orgasm calming your muscles and wafting throughout your limbs. Vi's hand absently brushing up and down your bare back, you fell into a deep slumber.

PART NINE -

TW- slight details of violence?

Bilgewater is a dark and musty place. As you wake from your slumber, 3 days into your journey with Vi's limbs intertwined with your own, the ship docks.

Trying to peak over the lapping water on the tiny window to your left, you squeeze out from Vi's grasp and toss on an oversized green knit sweater and some soft black leggings. Your shoes lay next to the door of the room haphazardly, and you grab them and toss them on. Glancing quickly over at Vi, a small smile forms on your lips as you turn and exit the room.

You walk through the dining hall, unsure if you will see the men again or if they will stay here, and you decide to quickly deliver your drawings of them under each of their room doors. After finishing the task, you escape the undercarriage of the ship and ascend the stairs to the open air.

This place smells like fish, you grimace. It's not like Zaun doesn't smell, but it's not nearly anything like this. You give a wave to the captain who is on the dock speaking with a few men who look to be the owners of the station. Walking to the front of the ship, you lean your elbows against the edge and peer onto the city.

Bilgewater was unlike anything you had ever seen, the skies seemingly permanently darkened and a moisture filling the air that was nearly suffocating. Buildings were tightly knit together, and you could see stalls all around with people setting up for the day. You could see people walking along the edges of the docks. Scanning, you notice two individuals who were walking side by side, suddenly stopping parallel to the ship in which you were standing on. You looked away just enough to make them think that you weren't looking at them, but you moved your eyes so that you could still see.

One of them was a large buff woman with long brown hair and glowing green eyes that you could see even from the distance in which you were at. You weren't entirely certain, but it looked as if she was distraught, like she didn't want to be around the person that she was around.

The person, or thing, standing next to her appeared to be a giant frog like creature. Maybe even a Toad. You could see his giant mouth moving, presumably talking, and a snake like tongue occasionally lapping out and around his form. You grimaced again, about to turn around when you felt an arm snake around you causing you to jump.

You turned around, about to push the person off when you realized it was Vi, groggy with heated eyes gazing down at your own. You gulped as she leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips.

"Good morning, sunshine. Welcome to Bilgewater," she smiled, causing your insides to melt. She grabbed your hand, and guided you away from the ships edge. Taking one more quick glance towards the edge, you could have sworn you saw the giant creature jump into the water.

Shaking off the feelings you had about the two you were observing, you followed Vi down the ramp onto the docks. Looking ahead to the other side of the dock across from your ramp, you noticed a gorgeous red headed woman descending from a different ship. She was looking around before her eyes landed on Vi, and a bright smile lit up her face.

My Gods, this woman is fine as hell, you thought shamelessly. No one could deny it. You noticed Vi return the smile, and approach her. All the while, her fingers were still entwined with yours.

Your mine, Vi had said. You smiled cheekily and then looked back over to the woman.

"Vi, what a pleasant surprise!", the woman reached out her hand, and Vi greeted her with a handshake.

"Captain Fortune, it's good to see you," Vi said politely. "On business?"

"Actually, I am here to see Illaoi," Captain Fortune said, before gesturing towards the direction of the street. You nearly gasped as you saw the woman you were casually spying on while on the ship making her ways towards the three of you. Up close, she was even more menacing, but you couldn't help but feel safe around her.

"Ah, Fortune," Illaoi said, reaching out and pulling her into a hug. "We meet at last."

"It's only been a month, you silly woman," Captain Fortune giggled, hiding her face momentarily and using a finger to slide her hair behind her ear sheepishly. "This is Vi, and..." she started, peaking around Vi who you had subconsciously hidden partially behind.

"O-oh! I'm (Y/N)," You busted out, feeling embarrassed. Vi took her hand from your own, but before you could feel sad feelings, she draped it over your shoulders and pulled you closer to her side.

"(Y/N) is my girlfriend, my special guest on this trip. She has never been to Bilgewater so I figured, why not?" Vi snickered, looking down at you. Your eyes widened at the realization that she just called you her girlfriend and you felt your cheeks reddening.

"Girlfriend! Wow!" the redheaded woman smiled, "Well it is a pleasure to meet you, darling." She reached down and adjusted her shirt, making you notice to the two bronze pistols she had strapped to her hips. She wore brown leather pants and black boots up to her knees. She really looked like a classic ship captain.

"Vi," Illaoi suddenly said, "I have to speak with you." Her face held a serious look, and her tone more-so. Vi looked slightly taken aback, but she nodded curtly, releasing you. She walked over to Illaoi who had moved a few feet away leaving you and Captain Fortune alone. Peaking towards the pair, you could have sworn you saw a green blob peeking out of the water behind them, but you shook your head slightly and turned towards the woman in front of you.

"Don't worry, honey. Illaoi is nothing but business," she perked one side of her lips into a slight smile. "Unless, of course, you're me." She said with a wink. You felt yourself blushing a little, but you giggled slightly in response. Worried you sounded uncomfortable, to be fair you were, you turned and started looking at the surroundings of the docks.

Only a few moments passed before Vi came back up to you, now looking a lot more serious. She seemed irritated, which you hadn't seen since your confrontation with Jinx.

"Do you have your blade," she said peering down at you, then assessing your clothing as if she was trying to see the weapon beneath your clothing. You lifted your shirt slightly, revealing the hilt of the knife in its sheath, and nodded. "Good, you'll need to keep it on you at all times. Even while we are sleeping." She wrapped her arm around your back again, guiding you towards the streets at the end of the docks. "While we are here, it is best if you are with me or on the ship at all times."

You felt yourself slump a bit at her words. It's not that you didn't want to be with Vi, but you were eager to explore and for a week, you were sure a lot of her business would have to be handled alone. You nodded solemnly before Vi stopped, and lifted your chin with her finger so that your eyes met hers.

"Trust me, sweet girl, this is for your protection."

Gulping, you nodded again, and Vi placed a soft kiss on your lips before turning and continuing to the streets.

"I figure on the first day, why don't we go exploring a bit?" Vi smiled, looking over at you and you felt a smile stretch your cheeks.

"That would be awesome, girlfriend," you stated slyly, nudging her in the side. You both laughed before beginning your adventuring.

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A few days have passed, and you and Vi had done and seen a lot of fun things. When the morning came, you noticed the woman with the pink hair that you had become so fond of was sullen and serious.

"Goodmorning," you said casually. Vi turned to you from her position seated at the end of the bed and smiled slightly. It did not reach her eyes as she replied, "Good morning."

Feeling concerned, you got up and crawled over to Vi, who you noticed was wrapping her arms and hands in a familiar white bandage. Her fighting bandages. You weren't entirely sure what their purpose was as they were so thin. Realization flooded you suddenly, and you came to the conclusion that this was probably going to be the first 'stay on the ship' day. You sighed before crawling back to your spot on the bed and plopping down, causing it to shake. Vi looked back at you, her eyes trailing up and down your body.

"Gods, why are you even sexy in the morning," She groaned. "Although I want nothing more than to stay here and ravish you, I have to get to business. You'll have to stay on the ship today, (y/n)." She said this with a tone like a stern parent. You rolled your eyes before turning back over.

"I figured as much. Please, please be careful Vi," You pleaded. You still weren't entirely sure the dangers that lurked out there, and after seeing the huge toad man that you had heard Illaoi reference as Tahm Kench, nervousness failed to leave you.

"I have to be safe, or else who will protect you?" She replied, walking around the bed and leaning down to peck your lips. "I will see you this evening. I hope to return before nightfall."

"I'll see you later, then," You smiled, as Vi picked up a heavy looking bag you hadn't seen before and exited the room.

After her departure, the room felt a lot bigger and a lot quieter. Unsure of what to do with yourself, you decided to start sketching some of the things you had seen around the city. Although the place was scary and dark and dingy, you still thought it was interesting and intricate.

Before you knew it, an hour had passed. The ship was still and quiet, no sounds of gulls outside and the water seemed to pause its movement. You leaned up slightly from your position, perking your ears for any noise. Suddenly, a loud bang rang out overhead, as if something large had hit the top of the ship. The entire thing rocked, and you flinched out of your stillness. Abandoning your drawing of the docks and the large fish man, you got up quietly and quickly threw on Vi's jacket that you hadn't realized she had left.

Sneaking out of the room quietly as to not alert anything or anyone of your presence, you noticed heavy footsteps, almost wet sounding, slapping the top deck. You gulped, and before ascending the stairs shouts came from overhead.

"What the hell are you doing here, Kench?" you heard Stevie's muffled voice. He sounded angry, but you couldn't get past the name that he had addressed. Kench. As in Tahm Kench?

You stiffened at the steps, and slowly crept back down. You decided to go back to the room and climb into the armoire. You weren't entirely sure why, but you felt like you needed to hide. Luckily for your inquisitive mind, you could still hear the loud conversation occurring.

"I am here for the girl," You heard, presumably Tahm Kench, state plainly. Fear rocketed through you, and you suddenly had the urge to throw up. Gulping down the lump in your throat you continued listening to the few seconds of silence after his statement.

"Over my dead body, Demon," Stevie said. The sounds of a shuffle happened, before the loud bang of a gunshot rang out overhead. You flinched down and heard a lot of wet snapping sounds and a muffled scream. It didn't take a lot to realize that that had been Stevie screaming.

"Delicious," the voice said, before a loud belch shook the ship and then a slight evil sounding laugh. What the fuck?

The sounds of footsteps continued further away from you, towards the stairs of the ship. You continued to cower in the wardrobe, hearing the loud stomps descending the stairs. Covering your mouth with your hand, tears began dripping down your face.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

"Little girl, little girl, I need to talk to you," the deep, wet voice echoed throughout the halls. The footsteps had come to a stop, presumably right outside of your room. "Vi came to visit earlier, shame to say I didn't like the attitude she had for getting paid not to get eaten but rather to get me food." Another loud laugh echoed throughout the halls. "But now, I can smell her scent in this room. Since you're her girlfriend, it would be stupid of me to think you aren't in there. So, you must come out now or I will sink this ship entirely and you will not escape at all."

Weighing your options, you felt the blade Vi had given to you jabbing into the thigh of your leg and felt a stupid moment of bravery. If the being was so large from so far away, what would he be like up close? Could a knife even do any damage to him? You gulped again, and out of idiocy climbed out of your hiding place.

The first thing you noticed was that the door to the room had been opened, and the large green fiend was standing in the doorway. A sly huge smile appeared on his lips, revealing rows of sharp teeth before a slight laugh escaped his throat.

Very quickly you realized you had made a mistake after approaching him as a predators gaze locked onto your own.

His large mouth opened and engulfed you whole. You squirmed and screamed, and in the dim light seeping through the cracks of his lips you could swear you could make out the shape of finger lodged between two of his teeth.

After what felt like forever, your exhausted body was jerked around before being spit out of the cavernous mouth that you had been occupying. You landed with a thud on a hard stone ground, knocking the air out of your lungs. Gasping for breath, you looked wide eyed up at your capture in the dark room.

"Welcome home, prisoner," Tahm smiled again, before exiting and slamming a large iron bar door and leaving you laying on the cold wet ground.

You quickly felt around your slimy body and felt the slightest ping of relief when you felt your knife still connected to your side. Sighing, you picked yourself up from laying down and sat against the wall. You remembered Vi leaving in the morning, looking so sullen and defeated, and you began to cry.

#vi arcane #vi fanfic #vi x reader #vi league of legends #vi smut #vi x reader smut

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notmoreflippingelves · 8 months

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Personally I feel Kristoph just regrets having killed Zak so suddenly on an impulse. Reminder that the locks appeared when asked why he killed Zak specifically. He hated him for turning him down and probably never saw himself capable of murder. Once he killed him he probably felt glad he got revenge and didn't get exposed, but then had that sudden clarity of "oh shit, I actually killed someone", which combined with his paranoia, stressed him out immensely. He tragically traumatized himself.

Zak's murder has always screamed unplanned, desperate "crime of passion" to me, given how dramatically different to the other murder we know Kristoph committed (and set in motion 7 years earlier). Criminology-wise, it's already very unusual for a criminal to change their modus operandi so dramatically without a good reason. And it becomes immediately more striking when we look at the weapons: blunt object in Zak's case vs. poison for the Mishams'.

Poison has long held the stereotype of being a "woman's weapon" rather than a man's. Which yeah, it is a pretty unnecessarily gendered and heteronormative way to look at it. But like what the stereotype is actually saying by this is that poison--regardless of the gender(s) of the person using it--is almost always the method preferred by people who would prefer not to use psychical forms of violence even once they have determined that they "need" to enact violent ends.

These sorts of killers may lack the physical strength or athletic skill to wield a gun/sword/bat/spear,/blunt instrument, they may not be able to summon the adequate aggression to do so, they may want to avoid a bigger "mess" w/ more pieces of evidence, or they may just lack the "sadistic urge" to directly use their hands to enact another's pain. All of the above seem that they could apply to Kristoph given what we know of him.

Even though he has determined that he's going to go through with the murder plot, Kristoph vastly prefers a more detached, less messy, and (in his mind) quicker and less cruel method. Because his heart may not really be in it in the long run. Like do you really think he'd want to get actual blood on his pretty little nails if he didn't have to? He's not killing for the fun of it like some of the other AA killers; he's killing because he's convinced himself he has to.

(Unlike a lot of other fans, I tend to hc that Zak and Drew were actually the *only* deaths that Kristoph was responsible for. Because I maintain that that there was something much more specific and important about the Gramarye case to Kris than simply "wah, I was fired from my first big case and now I'm gonna be petty af about it." No like, this case in particular--besides just "an important case that could make my career"-- was personal to Kris for reasons we may never know).

Even though he knew that this could very well come back to bite him in the derriere, Kristoph was probably secretly relieved that the poison didn't work right away for the Mishams--or that if it had worked, he wouldn't have to find out about it. Out of sight, out of mind and he wouldn't have to face his conscience. And in the worst case scenario, the murder plan was still in place should Kristoph need to enact it later. (Which he did by writing to Drew *during* (and not before) Kristoph's incarceration following Zak's murder.)

So with all that in mind, Kristoph's murder of Zak just seems more and more of a desperate, impulsive act. It's not his style at all, and yet he did it. He saw Zak, realized he was at risk, and panicked.

And yeah, I would imagine that even if we assume he had no regrets/second thoughts about Drew Misham's murder, Zak's murder would psychologically feel really really different to Kris. And I imagine that it could potentially prove even more psychologically damaging to him.

Because braining "Shadi Smith" with a grape juice bottle is an act that is sudden, violent, impulsive and totally out-of-character for Kristoph Gavin--coolest defense in the West ,whose intellect is his weapon of choice and who prefers to keep his pretty nails (if not his soul) clean.

#kristoph gavin #ace attorney #this ask has been in half-written and unanswered in my drafts for over a year #but given my sudden desire to word vomit re: omitb and elena of avalor earlier this week #i guess i'm in the right headspace for meta #shu takumi; show me the forbidden gavin backstory please and thank you #aa meta #ace attorney meta

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insanityisdivine · 20 days

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Fandom Ask Game: 6, 12, 22 please!!

6. Show us a bit of a WIP!

"We could make it work. We could—"

"They'll know it's not me. The kids are gonna be aggravated when they find out. You know I don't play like that."

"Not if we fix this now. We could practise, you know. We can change how things are played live. We could integrate you back–"

Ace exhaled through his nose. "I don't want back in, Paul. There is no coming back. Now I appreciate this gesture but I've made up my mind. I already have plans."

Something in Paul finally snapped. "Plans? Plans with what? Crashing cars and almost killing yourself?"

"No." Ace gritted out. " 'm been writing, reaching out to people. I know I can be more. KISS isn't working for me anymore. It's stifling. I'm more creative without—"

"Without me?" The words came out before Paul could register what he had just said.

The guitarist's brows furrowed. "No. I mean this band…this dynamic. You know what? Forget it. You're just gonna get upset."

"Of course I am upset! Don't you know what this will do to us!?! I've been doing everything I possibly can to keep us afloat and this is how you thank me!?"

"Hey what happened to 'one for all and all for one'?"

"It stopped when Peter and you stopped showing up. Stopped putting in the work. Stopped when you both got so fucking lazy. KISS isn't a joke."

Now Ace was pissed. "If that's how you feel then why are you even fucking here? You should be happy I'm going."

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

Ace finding out there's fanfics about him and Paul and invites himself on Eddie to talk about it lol Paul recieves psychic damage as a result

22. Give us a headcanon for [character]

Ace is the most emotionally resilient of the two. Paul is always on the cusp of wanting to kiss Ace or throttle him

#Thanks for the ask

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eggsandghost · 3 months

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i made some rain world oc's :]

i dont usually write much about my oc's, but i was feeling *inspired* so have some fun first draft nonsense ive been dreaming up thats super subject to change! tl;dr - recycling can cause intense psychic damage if its a head transplant

A Restless, Dreamless Sleep is one of the first ever iterators, and is possibly the first iterator ever to have a puppet. Their can was about half the size of a normal iterator, severely limiting their personality to a handful of mantras and prayers, but otherwise they were a fully functional iterator comparable to the first full generation of their kind.

Many of these pre-gen iterators had limited limits/taboos and were thus able to do as they wished. Because of this, Dreamless almost immediately self-destructed, about 240 cycles after his activation, only leaving their inactive internals behind. Considered an absolute failure, Dreamless was disassembled, his creators shunned, and the self-destruction taboo quietly put in place for every iterator after as the only trace of his existence.

As for That Endless Scarlet Horizon, She was a pretty typical generation one iterator. She has an endless desire to know everything about everything and everyone, making her a bit scatter-brained when it comes to actually focusing on any one topic for an extended period of time.

This curiosity also made Horizon obsessed with digging into ancient-only information and always attempted to gain administration access at least once every generation of ancients.

She finally got said access after The Great Ascension, where Horizon discovered something life-altering. Most, if not all of her biological components were originally another iterator's (it was Dreamless). Even though Dreamless was effectively dead, Horizon found it extremely distressing and she wasn't sure where she ended and this mysterious "Dreamless" iterator started. Believing her mind wasn't her own, Horizon unsurprisingly didn't take it well.

Anyways! That's all I have for these fellas for now. this seems like a lot of thought went into this but i can pump out tragic backstories like a machine lol

bonus: Horizon's overseers! ( Dreamless didn't have any :[ )

#eggis scribbles #phew that was a lot of talking lol #rain world #rain world oc #rw iterator #rw iterator oc #oc: a restless dreamless sleep #oc: that endless scarlet horizon #looong post

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37. feeblemind with ashton and orym?

this prompt then proceeded to haunt me for an entire twenty four hours. i wanted to write some good ol’ mindfuckery, but my instinctual need to make the scenarios of these prompts make sense simply could not fucking justify a feeblemind being thrown at either of these guys. if you REEEALLY want that mindfuckery, masterqwertster wrote an ashton feeblemind/greater restoration ficlet on this same prompt list! HOWEVER. i did write something. i’m stretching the list a bit here, but i had the idea after hours of puzzling and i HAD to get it down. SO. hopefully this is a suitable replacement!

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Feeblemind is an eighth-level enchantment spell on the bard, druid, warlock, and wizard spell lists.

You blast the mind of a creature that you can see within range, attempting to shatter its intellect and personality. The target takes 4d6 psychic damage and must make an Intelligence saving throw.

On a failed save, the creature’s Intelligence and Charisma scores become 1. The creature can’t cast spells, activate magic items, understand language, or communicate in any intelligible way. The creature can, however, identify its friends, follow them, and even protect them.

At the end of every 30 days, the creature can repeat its saving throw against this spell. If it succeeds on its saving throw, the spell ends. The spell can also be ended by Greater Restoration, Heal, or Wish.

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“Do you ever think about that professor?”

Orym starts a little at the question. It’s been a quiet watch, nothing much going on tonight, and for the most part him and Ashton have been content to simply sit in comfortable silence while the rest of their friends sleep. The sudden inquiry comes out of nowhere, and Orym has to think for a second to answer it.

“Yeah, I do,” Orym says. “The lady in Yios?”

Ashton nods. Orym notices that they won’t meet his eyes—their gemstone gaze stares off intently into the distance. “Kadija. Kadija Sumal, that was her name.”

He trails off into silence, obviously working at whatever he really wants to say. Ashton’s jaw always tightens when he’s got something to say but isn’t sure whether to say it. Orym’s noticed that he usually errs on the side of silence if interrupted, deeming the sentiment pointless after a moment, so he waits quietly for his friend to chase the threads that tangle behind the glass encasing his opalescent mind.

“She—she was ruined, Orym,” Ashton says.

Orym is caught slightly off-guard by the tightness of their words, mirroring their jaw—it’s uncharacteristic of them to be openly bothered by someone they’d only met once.

“Ludinus just—“

They make a grandiose hand gesture.

“I dunno. He just—he just waltzed in there and—and broke her like it was fucking nothing, Orym. She didn’t do anything.” They blow out a breath and roll their shoulders, staring down at the ground with a familiar angry expression. “I’m not making any goddamn sense. Whatever. She just—she’s just on my mind, is all. Random thought.”

Orym sits for a moment, tilting his head and trying to recall exactly what had happened at the Seminary. Ashton had vanished for a while, off on some random mission with an acquaintance from a million years ago (which, honestly, Orym was surprised that hadn’t happened more often given the sheer amount of random and strange people Ashton seemed to know all across Exandria), and then reappeared on the steps. Together with Chetney, they’d blackmailed the lady at the front desk and threatened her with a ladle (which was very funny, honestly, Orym had been a little sad that the Crown Keepers hadn’t seen how he’d handled that, he had a feeling they’d approve), and then ventured up to the classrooms only to find Imogen, Laudna, F.C.G., and Fearne crowded into a small office room, surrounded by a chaotic mess of fluttering papers. Orym had immediately thrown himself into searching for clues, making sure Ludinus wasn’t coming back (though, at the time, none of them had any goddamn idea who that asshole was).

But he remembered Ashton’s impromptu interview of the professor. The blankness of her stare. The childlike placidness she displayed, sitting alone and small in that room.

Ashton had offered her water, asked her what her name was, been gentle and even kind to her. Orym’d almost never seen them like that—even when they were at their softest, admitting affection for Chetney and F.C.G. on the deck of the Silver Sun, he’d never seen them act that way any other time. Even though the professor’s name hadn’t stuck in his mind the way it clearly had Ashton’s, he remembered the moment very clearly.

“Are you worried about her?” Orym asks, attempting to mirror Ashton’s distant stare into the middle distance. “Or… something else?”

“No, no, not worried about her,” Ashton says. “That fuckin’ place was absolutely crawling with mages. She’s probably fine now. Just—I hate Ludinus for that.”

Orym swallows his own white-hot rage at the mention of the name. He feels his expression harden.

“She was just a teacher,” Ashton says. Orym sees their fists clench out of the corner of his eye. “And he shattered her. Completely robbed her. She didn’t even have a way of fighting back, didn’t fucking threaten him or anything. She was just briefly in his way.”

Another pause. Orym hears Ashton shift across from him, curling in on themself, a hand on their hammer.

“We only got away from the Key at all because of Keyleth,” Ashton says bluntly, “because of that asshole buff lady and the fucking wizard guy who knew about my head. If they hadn’t been attracting his eye, who the fuck knows where we’d be now. You saw how he broke them too.”

And, oh, did Orym see it. He sees it every time he closes his eyelids, every time he gets too comfortable.

“We can’t ignore this,” Ashton continues. “But I—ugh. Fuck. I don’t know.”

“You don’t want to be broken again,” Orym says softly.

“No,” Ashton replies, finally glancing down at him, “I don’t want you all to be broken. And he can just fucking shatter us like fucking eggshells.”

Orym considers this. Lets it wash over his skin like an ice bath. Breathes deeply. Ashton’s right on some level. Some rational, horribly pragmatic level. Ashton is often right on that horrible, annoying level. It’s one of their strong suits.

Orym can’t fish up the right words to comfort his friend because, well, for all he pretends to just be the muscle of the group, Ash is surprisingly insightful. He doesn’t like to be lied to. So Orym won’t try. He would hate being lied to, in Ashton’s place.

“You’re right,” Orym says simply, almost absently, “we’re fucked.”

Ashton nods bitterly. “Fucked.”

“But,” Orym continues, gesturing out to their sleeping friends, “they’re strong. They’re stronger than us. If we’re shattered, like Sumal, I think they’ll pick up the pieces. I know they will. Who knows what happens after that, but they’re strong, at least.”

Ashton sighs and shifts again, curling tighter, his glassy eye poking just above the ridge of his kneecap. “…right. Right. They’re the best of us. I’m just—worried, I guess.”

“Too much time to think, huh?” Orym teases, his gaze sliding over to them directly.

“It’s a dangerous fucking pastime,” Ashton quips. “Nothing good comes of it. No idea how you or Chetney stand it.”

“Did you just imply that Chetney thinks? As a pastime?”

“Oh, fuck off. If you tell him any of this, I swear—“

#cr #cr3 #ashton greymoore #orym #roll performance #charisma save #playing with orym’s godly passive perception in fics is so fun #this halfling Sees Everything. he knows so much shit about his friends’ nervous habits #i KNOW the spell that hit kadija wasn’t a feeblemind #it was probably a geas if i had to guess #BUT. it was close. and i wanted to write this so bad for some reason as soon as i thought of it #ashton’s so fun to write in uncomfortable conversations. mf talks in circles just like me fr #spelling disasters

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