#last one just for the exposure haha
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I know this is like so random but do you have any geto, gojo, nanami, or megumi ao3 recs because the only good fics I’ve read of jjk are ones you’ve written 😭
you have come to the right place :,) i post more recs than fics at this point haha
most of these are copy pasted off previous rec lists but have been added onto! the ones with green + marks are NEW RECS
here's a post on how to use ao3 to find fics by yourself for those who dont know <3
gojo + ao3:
+ intrinsic warmth: my favourite fic of all time. like genuinely. insane writing, fucking amazing in every sense of the term. 2nd time recommending this! reader's character is so sick BUT updates real slow (which isnt a bad thing!! good things take time!!) so i wouldn't read if you aren't patient // 122k words, 15 chapters, incomplete
+ ripverse: not really a series, more like a compilation of fics! it's got a lot of angst and the one titled 'interlude' contains smut i think so beware, and it's also a lovetriangle/poly-but-geto-goes-crazy-so-not-poly moment // 55k words, 8 pieces
+ the witches' brew: super cute fluff! reader owns a cafe, gojo is a regular, it's all around adorable // 2 chapters, 11k words, completed
+ all that is solid melts into air: arranged marriage trope! i haven't read but @/aanobrain loves this one // 7k words, 1 chapter, complete
+ cake batter: established relationship w/ dad!gojo & megumi <33 not much to say, just short n sweet, i am such a sucker for dad gojo so its no surprise there's one of these on the list.. // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete
+ best of luck: initial concept is really unique!! confessions, slight angst, takes place at the beginning/middle-ish of s1 i think? so cute loved this <;3 // 5k words, 1 chapter, complete
+ afternoon tea(se): gojo torturing megumi. classic !! so so cute love the banter // 1.7k words, 1 chapter, complete
+ my apologies, gordon ramsay: god i hate this man. jk. reader is a teacher and a functional human being; gojo is not. loved! // 8k words, 1 chapter, complete
+ a name known only to paper: platonic, angst- beautifully written, such a unique idea. reader is gojo's older sibling. // 3k words, 1 chapter, complete
+ heart beats: another collection! i looove gojo in this so so cute i also adore bff nanami in the last one haha // 11k words, 3 pieces
+ exposure therapy: this is 1/2 of a 2 piece collection. when i read this for the first time i was floored- i love the creative take, and the reader's character (it was a 'she's so me' moment). this author writes with such a subtle but unadulterated take on love and i adore it // 5k words
+ how to be a human being: 2/2 of the previous rec and the perfect continuation in every sense of the term. oh my gosh, is this masterful- from the relationships & writing of megumi and tsumiki to gojo (i almost forgot this was a rec for him) it's all around amazing // 20k words
+ the sanctity of a name: SO SENTIMENTAL !! what an adorable work that rly goes into the psychology and significance of his technique + upbringing. so real and raw and very him // 2k words, complete, 1 chapter
+ assumptions: omf jealous gojo...... he's so cute in this!! you guys are married and it's almost his birthday, but while you're planning his surprise party he suspects something else.. // 6k words, 1 chapter, complete
+ even with the lights off: RAHHHH another fic that has me floored and pushing the #saveijichi agenda at the same time // 8k words, 2 chapters, complete
nanami + ao3:
+ math help: dad!nanami w son!yuuji.... yeah that's all i really need to say i think! // 1 chapter, 2k words, complete
+ photo albums: nanami shares abt his childhood! // 1k wc, 1 chapter, complete
+ i don't really read for nanami but i would check out @aanobrain and maybe shoot them an ask bc she's a big fan :)
geto + ao3:
+ lessons in love: DAD!GETO.................. im such a sucker for a good family dynamic in fics and this is adorable !! no curse au if i remember right! // 4k words, 1 chapter, complete
+ forever is in your eyes: angsty but ends in fluff :,) touches on his mental state, riko's death, all that! so sweet, i adore how this author writes him <;3 // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete
+ ripverse: not really a series, more like a compilation of fics! it's got a lot of angst and the one titled 'interlude' contains smut i think so beware, and it's also a lovetriangle/poly w gojo-but-geto-goes-crazy-so-not-poly moment // 55k words, 8 pieces
+ dog days are over: a series!! by the same author who wrote ripverse which is how you know it's going to be brilliant !! marriage, parenthood, some nsfw moments // 30k words, 5 chapters, incomplete
+ curious cat: cat gojo and neighbor geto.. i love this one! it's so so cute and sweet, if you're looking for some light fluff this is definetely for you // 8k words, 5 chapters, complete
megumi + ao3:
+ complicit: college!au !! i remember reading this and loving it omg, the unique concept kept me hooked and interested, especially paired w the lovely writing! one of my fav series ive read. be warned, last chapter is nsfw // 18k words, 5 chapters, complete
+ a very special december 22nd: cute bday fic :,) forgive me for reccing all this author's megumi fics... theyre just too good !! i love the dynamics, all of it! // 5k words, 1 chapter, complete
+ kisses and cough syrup: THE BANTER!! THE FLUFF!!!!! i love this fic sm, so cute! // 1k words, 1 chapter, complete
+ nocturnal: establishING relationship fics are one of my fav genres and this hits the nail on the head.. he's so stupid silly in this and i know you'll love it like i do // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete
+ lover boy: 2nd year reader, annoying meddling gojo, placed at the beginning-ish where megumi gets beat tf up- what more could you ask for! // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete
+ difficult to not overthink: todo strikes again! you ponder megumi's type // 1k words, 1 chapter, complete
+ ten confessions: megumi: ten dif confessions in dif tropes each time, so they can all be read as stand-alone pieces! so so cute and beautifully written.. we all know i love a good confession // 19k words, 7 chapters, incomplete
+ therefore, i am: reader gets mixed up in the world of sorcery.. megumi's there, too! // 3k words, 1 chapter, complete
+ takes one to know one: flowershop au..... convulsing on the ground. my fav trope, ever, and so so cute oh my GOSH // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete
+ i really (x6) like you: fluff!! this is the one i linked in my og ask but it deserves a place here too <3 // 4k words, 1 chapter, complete
#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#gojo satoru x reader#nanami kento x reader#geto suguru x reader#megumi fushiguro x reader#getou suguru x reader#gojo x reader#fushiguro megumi x reader#nanami x reader#this is the most i've written in ages LMFAO and i didnt even do anything.. but look at me!! replying to an ask on time!! unheard of honestl#mitz recs
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pairing. baseball player!eric x f!reader
genre. smut, sports, enemies to lovers
summary. baseball players were all the same – egoistic, rude, full of themselves. eric wasn’t an exception. the stupid boy just loved to get on your nerves and you couldn’t help but to hate him with a burning passion.. right?
warnings. mild swearing, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, praise, eric is a little asshole (we love him), no plot at all lmao, just smut?MINORS DNI!
authors note. after seeing all those pictures of eric i had to write something baseball related.. it’s kinda short haha, sorry! have fun reading and let me know what you think! 🤍
tag list. @miusgirl @yerimseoul
eric sohn, the college’s baseball team captain, was the most annoying guy you’ve ever met.
freshly dyed blonde locks rested just right above his dark brown eyes, pearly white teeth exposed in a cocky grin as he greeted you from across the baseball field.
“ass.” you mumbled to yourself, shooting the boy a fake smile before sitting down on a bench not far away, giving eric the perfect view for your daily study routine.
“bitch.” the blonde male huffed out, relieved you decided to have a seat far away from his team mates.
they enjoyed having you around, much to eric’s discontentment. because in his eyes, you were a pain in the ass.
yet, the way your petite frame lounged on the bench, fingers skipping through the pages of your textbook, eyebrows furrowed in concentration..
“eric, if y/n catches you staring she will scratch your eyes out.” one of his friends said with a laugh, pulling him back into reality.
well, he was right. you hated his guts more than anything. that boy was full of himself – the typical baseball player.
just as practice started, your eyes almost immediately shot up the second you heard shouting from across the field, making out a familiar figure running as fast as humanly possible.
it was stupid, really. the way eric’s muscles flexed with every movement, blonde hair messily draped across his forehead, sun kissed skin on full exposure. fucking show-off.
eric wasn’t the team captain for nothing, he put a lot of effort in everything he did. except relationships. the boy was known to be quite the player, not only on the field.
that wasn’t the worst part though – pretty much the entire campus fell for the bad boy attitude.
except you. you were strong for not giving in whenever eric tried to get into your panties, just like last weekend.
“come on y/n, i know you don’t hate me as much as you pretend to.” the boy’s words still rang in your head, like an annoying melody.
he was attractive, no doubt, but sleeping with someone who fucked the entire college? nope, no way.. right?
your staring wasn’t very subtle at this point but luckily no one else was around, making it easy to continue your shameless observation of eric’s sweaty body – until you felt someone tap on your shoulder.
kevin, your best friend, beamed down at you like the sunshine he was, quickly following your gaze over to the baseball team. shit.
“how long is it gonna take you to finally fuck him? i can’t deal with another year of sexual tension just cause you play hard to get.” he spoke in a mocking voice, lips curled up in a smirk.
shock was written all over your face as you turned to look at the dark haired male. “excuse me? i’m not gonna fuck him, kev. he’s my personal nightmare.”
kevin bursted out in a laughter at your response, the attention of the whole baseball team on you now. how fucking great.
“you’re kidding, right? i mean, i agree, you guys obviously hate each other.. but.. ever heard of hate sex? you have to try it, y/n. it’s life changing!” he exclaimed, gesturing towards the blonde male a few meters away.
your eyebrows arched, a puzzled look on your face. was he serious? it was normal for kevin to come up with the weirdest ideas. and even this one – fucking your enemy – was ridiculous.
“would you shut up? i’m not gonna fuck eric, even if he was the last person walking on this goddamn earth. and now leave me alone, i’m trying to study and you distract me.”
kevin put his hands up in a defensive manner, slowly walking backwards. “i think eric is the one distracting you..” he stuck his tongue out playfully, looking over to the other male for a brief moment.
a crimson red blush tinted your cheeks, your hand reaching behind you to throw an empty plastic bottle at your friend. bullshit.
before you were about to beat kevin’s ass, he walked off with a wide grin and wave.
“fuck him, y/n!”
“fuck who?”
a raspy voice rang behind your back, causing you to turn around almost immediately. your eyes widened in shock as realization hit you like a truck.
eric.
“huh? n-no one. kevin’s talking shit again, you know how he is.” you tried to play it off cool, a nervous smile lingering on your features.
eric squinted his eyes in disbelief, head tilted to the side, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.
yeah, he looked absolutely fuckable right now.
“no one? why did you keep staring at me during practice then?” eric’s wet muscle ran across his bottom lip, dark orbs fixated on your face.
“you guys are fucking noisy. but you know what? i’m done studying anyways. see you around, eric.” the words spilled out of your mouth like a waterfall, hoping he’d just leave it be.
you rose from the bench, eric’s lean body towering above your small frame. the male was intimidating, the way his nearly pitch black eyes took in your features.
his large hand grabbed your wrist as you were about to walk away, easily pulling you against his muscular front.
a low grunt escaped the back of eric’s throat and the animalistic noise went straight to your core, thighs clenched together.
“quiet now, aren’t we?” he mumbled into your ear, teeth gently grazing over the shell. the way your body reacted to his touch, his voice..
“you talk a big game, eric. as always. put your energy into baseball, not pussy.” the words came out more shakily than intended, blaming your sex deprived ass for it.
the blonde male chuckled in amusement, thick fingers digging into your waist as he held your pretty frame in place.
as much as eric pissed you off, the thought of getting railed made you soaking wet. did you seriously consider your best friends suggestion?
“i know how bad you want me, y/n. come on, you won’t regret it..” well, he was right. you did want to fuck him. so freaking bad.
without wasting more time, you swiftly turned around, tiny hands placed on his firm chest. your gaze was sexy, seductive even. judging by eric’s tense body and playful gaze, he knew what you were up to.
“okay, douchebag. i know you won’t be able to make me come anyways, i’m fully prepared for the disappointment.”
well. little did you know.
within the matter of a couple minutes, the blonde male had you pressed against one of the lockers in the boys changing room.
the cold surface felt rough on your cheek, heat rushing to your pussy as you heard eric push down his pants in one quick motion.
“you still okay with this?”
“yes, god, just do something..”
eric chuckled at your demanding words, one of his large hands snaking its way to your tight yoga pants, pulling them down to leave you in black panties and crop top.
the blonde boy was about to come in his underwear right then and there, the sight of your barely clothed ass too good to be true. you felt his heavy stare, hips pushed back into his rock hard cock with a devilish grin playing on your features.
“god, you’re killing me..” eric let out in a faint whisper, two of his digits pulling your panties to the side, immediately sliding them into your needy hole.
you immediately moaned at the intrusion, velvety walls snuck around his fingers. the stretch wasn’t enough for you but felt delicious nevertheless.
“what a good fucking girl, look at you.” his praise sent shivers down your spine, your orgasm approaching faster than expected. you had to admit – eric knew what he was doing.
he felt how close you were, judging by the way your cunt clenched around his fingers, a proud smirk tugging at the corners of his bruised lips. the boy suddenly withdrew his digits from your core, leaving you empty and angry.
“what the–? i just knew how much you suck, can’t even make me c–” you were too focused on bragging about the current situation you didn’t even realize that eric had pulled his cock out of his calvin’s, prodding the leaking tip at your entrance.
“can’t believe you still talk so much bullshit. shut up and enjoy.” the blonde spoke in a serious tone, immediately pushing all the way in with one thrust of his hips.
his name left your parted lips like a mantra, brain too clouded with lust to form any kind of coherent sentence. the baseball player continued to fuck you with such force, your knees threatened to buckle at any given moment.
his length driving in and out of you felt like you were entering the gates to heaven, almost as if the whole thing was a fever dream. but you were actually getting railed like there was no tomorrow. by eric. the boy you hated with your entire being.
eric, on the other hand, was too far gone to care about anything right now, heavy gaze dropped down to where you two connected, low grunts rumbling in the back of his throat.
the erotic sounds of skin slapping and delicious moaning filled nearly the entirety of the rather small room. it was nearly six in the afternoon, the basketball team just finished practice.. oh, fuck. you were screwed.
you got pulled back into reality by one harsh thrust, causing you to stumble forward just a bit. you should be worried. but the only thing on your mind was the blonde baseball player, pounding into you from behind. how great.
“fuck– eric! hurry up or we.. get.. caught!” you let out between another series of rough thrusts, the knot in your abdomen threatening to explode.
the boy rose his eyebrows questioningly, as if he didn’t understand what you meant. was he actually stupid or just a good actor?
“ok, ok– fuck, can i come inside?” he spoke through gritted teeth, every muscle in his sculpted body tense as he continued to pound into you sloppily.
“go ahead, blondie” you looked over your shoulder and shot him a teasing grin, hips pushing back to fasten the pace again. your right hand slid down your belly and between your slender legs, index and middle finger drawing lazy circles on your swollen clit.
eric rolled his eyes at the usage of the nick name. guess he won’t be able to get rid of it, ever. “take it like the good girl you are, alright?” he pressed his front into your backside, jaw slack as he finally came, painting your walls white. eric’s body jerked for a couple seconds, low groans leaving the back of his throat.
your own orgasm hit you like a wave, with an unstoppable force. and eric’s praise rode you right through it. you tried to catch your breath after the boy slipped out of you, careful not to make a mess.
you were quick to fix your underwear and yoga pants, groaning slightly at the feeling of your now sore legs.
“guess i’m not that bad, huh?” the blonde male huffed, chest swollen with pride, messy hair sticking into every possible direction.
“hm.. guess we have to do it again. maybe it was just your lucky day.” you winked playfully, brushing past his large frame to leave the boys locker room. eric just stood there, gently chewing on his lower lip as he watched you go.
a couple of basketball players stood in front of the door as you got out, pretty much smelling like sex. and oh, the looks on their faces were hilarious.
see you again, eric.
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Hello! Sorry for the very late update haha this took me way longer than I thought it would?? That's it I have no excuses bahahaha </3 My very first attempt at writing a written chapter (semi?) im so bad at this omg apologies in advance abdhadhaha
Anyways, I hope u guys enjoy!! 🤍
"The heck?" You muttered as you saw Ayato waiting for you silently in the lobby.
Aside from his mask and sunglasses, he was wearing almost exactly the same thing as you. Well, except the bottons on the upper half were open, revealing his turtleneck underneath. Your sightseeing was immediately cut short when he walked towards you.
"Good morning, love," he beamed.
As he reached your spot, he leaned in playfully, bringing his mask down using those slender fingers of his. "Missed me?"
"I think you missed me," you smiled sweetly. Attempted to, at least. "Seeing as how you're bringing your face so close to mine."
If Ayato were to be truthful, he really did. However, the prideful Kamisato (albeit a worshipper of even the mere ground you walk on) does not wish to lose a game he started himself.
"Come now, love. Just admit you missed me just as much, seeing as how you're not pulling away from me, hmm?"
"Using my words against me? That's not fair."
He just chuckled as you finally got to distance yourself away from him. With arms crossed, you gave Ayato the eye, scanning him from head to toe. "Are you sure you weren't trying to copy what I'm wearing?"
"I was already at the lobby when you messaged me about your outfit, [name]," the man grinned. "You're really good at assuming things wrong."
It was embarrassing, really. To have Ayato win every single argument. No matter who starts the banter, it's always him who gets the last laugh.
Therefore, you, who shared that prideful trait with him, swore to one day win at least once against him.
For now, you just ignored Ayato and walked straight towards the entrance of the building, but you suddenly felt him tug on your shirt's fabric. "What?"
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Outside?"
"I parked at the back. Less exposure that way, hun."
"Oh."
"Well, fuck."
The back, was in fact, not deserted. No. Not at all.
Contrary to what your companion thought, it was now swarming with... pests.
"When, how, did the media get to the rear parking lot?" Ayato started rambling, keeping you close next to him as his right arm was placed around your waist and the other trying to protect your face from the continuous flashes.
You rolled your eyes in an attempt to fakely mock him. "I can't believe I agreed to be in a fake relationship with someone dumb. If I knew you'd be bringing your flashy sports car again, I would've just called for a taxi."
"Excuse me? Me? Dumb?" He sighed, backing down. "In my defense, I just wanted to give you the most comfortable experience possible."
"Yeah, running from the paparazzi is real comfortable, love."
You heard him laugh, making you smile too despite the situation at hand. "Well, love, I didn't know they'd follow me here. And for that, I apologize."
"By the way, Ayato. Seriously speaking," you poked his side. "I can manage. Prioritize yourself."
"No." Even through his mask, you can note how his expression slightly changed. His jaw. His jaw freaking clenched so fucking attractiv— No. Stop. Oh my God self.' "You're my priority, [name]."
Oh.
Wow.
At that very moment, you wanted to go to the hospital because you were certain that something was very very wrong with both your stomach and your chest. 'I think there's been a glitch. Is my whole system in error? What the heck?'
"You really have a crush on me," you joked as the two of you were still looking like idiots trying to avoid getting drenched by the rain... when really, you were just trying to get past through the nonstop flickering of lights.
"Oh wow. How did you know? Was it that obvious?"
"Shut up."
"What if I really do?"
"No you don't."
"Are you my heart? How would you know my feelings better than mine?"
"Feelings are processed by the brain."
"So? You're not my brain either. My point still stands."
"God, stop."
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"[Name], this is Hirotatsu. Hirotatsu, this is my lover, [name]," Ayato motioned towards the guard standing near the gate.
Hirotatsu bowed his head to you, even going as far as placing his hand over his chest. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, madam. Sir Ayato has been talking about y-"
"Ahaha," your boyfriend started pulling you away from the well-built man and towards the main frontyard. "I think this introduction's been a little too informative." He then guided you towards an old woman, all while muttering something along the lines of how his security personnel should have 'keeping-mouths-shut lessons', or something like that.
He introduced you to everyone outside the estate, every single person there, including the housekeepers, the guards, his staff, as in everyone.
It was as if you really were his girlfriend that he was bringing home to meet the family.
"What about your p-" Flashbacks of the time you saw the articles about this renown actor (also now your fake lover) being an orphan stopped you. "Hmm?"
"Your power bill? How much is it? Your house is so so huge how do you afford to pay the bill?"
The blue-haired man let out a laugh before smirking at you. Suddenly, you felt a light flick on your forehead. "Hey! What -"
"Well, love, it just so happens that my net worth is also so so huge."
You made a face.
And again, he laughed.
"Would you like to tour the inside now?"
"I'm tired."
"Then let's rest first. Inside."
You groaned.
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Unbeknownst to you, the people previously introduced to you were enjoying the endearing scene playing in front of them. Who knew their young master would ever be so fond of someone to this extent?
Yes, the people of the Kamisato Estate find banters endearing. Don't ask why, don't judge.
"The lady that Sir Ayato has been talking to me nonstop about is very attractive indeed," Granny Furuta stated. "I really do hope they last and end up together."
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Childhood Secret
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Warning: This is a tickle fic!
Summary: Bakugo and Midoriya were assigned a mission together that was set to last a couple of days. Due to the prolonged period of constant exposure to each other, the tension between the two heroes only continued to rise, resulting in some unsavory measures being taken to ensure the smooth execution of the mission.
Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler Midoriya
Words: 1,757
Reading Time: 7 Minutes
A/N: I think I'm creating an alternate universe? haha these stories will be kind of like one shots but they might reference each other and correlate. Idk honeslty lets see what happens!
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“Kacchan-“
“Shut up, you damn nerd! You’re going to get us caught!”
“You’re the one screaming.”
“I’m not fucking screaming!”
“Kacchan!”
Bakugo and Midoriya were on a mission together, tracking down a group of thugs who were selling quirk erasure darts on the black market. The authorities had caught wind of the shady dealings and sent the two rivals to investigate. Since the investigation was far from home, the pair were forced to stay in a hotel while they gathered evidence and proof of the crime. They spent multiple nights in a nearby hotel, waiting for the best moment to confront and arrest the criminals.
Now, Bakugo and Midoriya had taken hidden positions in a bush near the suspects, waiting cautiously for the exchange that would justify the arrest. Having been forced to spend the previous few nights together, tensions were high between them, the bickering rivals on edge due to their eagerness for the mission to end.
“Kacchan, you need to-”
“Don’t tell me what the hell to do, damn it.”
Midoriya's face was pinched with irritation. He had been putting up with Bakugo's attitude since before the start of their mission, his patience wearing thin with each passing interaction. Although they only spoke when absolutely necessary, the quick exchanges were enough for Midoriya to receive a small sampling of the other's volatile temper.
Normally, he could endure it, as Bakugo usually chose to avoid the other. However, in the midst of this mission, he had no escape, and was forced to deal with Bakugo's wrath on a consistent basis.
“Kacchan please-“
“Shut up! I’m sick of hearing your stupid voice!”
“I’m just trying to-“
“That’s it!”
Bakugo uttered a grunt and moved to sit on his knees.
“What are you-“
“Getting the hell away from you. We don’t need to be in the same damn bush.”
“You can’t, they’ll see you!”
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!”
Bakugo had shifted his position, allowing the bush to part and expose them to the danger of being seen. Midoriya panicked, knowing he had to act quickly to prevent Bakugo from completely ruining their plan.
Midoriya quickly activated Black Whip, wrapping a tendril around Bakugo's wrist and pulling it back, reinforcing half their cover. Bakugo's face filled with confusion, his brain working slowly to comprehend Midoriya’s sudden audacity. Before he could react, Midoriya managed to grab his other arm, forcefully pulling him back into the bush. Bakugo's only reaction was a startled grunt as he tried to catch his balance.
“You fucking idiot, did you just-“
“Shhh, Kacchan! I know you’re mad but you can’t just-.”
“Get your pathetic quirk offa me!”
Instead, Midoriya summoned another tendril, its powerful coils wrapped themselves around Bakugo's waist. The tendril forcibly pushed the blonde back into a seated position. As Bakugo struggled against the restraints, Midoriya recognized that he could no longer afford to be lenient with his friend. He had to take drastic measures to ensure this whole mission wouldn’t turn out to be a huge waste of time, which it would be if he let his friend blow their cover.
With that in mind, and before he could lose his nerve, Midoriya sent a thicker tendril to the other’s face, slapping it over the explosive blondes mouth.
Bakugo’s eyes widened with pure unfiltered shock, Midoriya’s expression mirroring it. Neither of them ever figuring the green haired boy had the balls to physically shut Bakugo up. The stunned blonde didn’t move for a few seconds before his face reddened with heated anger and embarrassment. Right then and there, Midoriya almost let him go and apologized.
Almost.
Bakugo let out a burst of angry curses, despite the muffling caused by the black tendrils wrapped around his mouth. Although muted, Midoriya could still make out some of the words.
“Yhuuu fuhhhkkn mhhrrhhon, yhuuuu dhhuhr dhoh thhii thhoo mhh? I’ll khhlll yhuuu! Lht mhh ghu!”
Despite the guilt bubbling up in Midoriya’s throat, he shook his head and peeked out of the bush. “I’ll let you go when they arrive so we can arrest them. Otherwise you’re going to have to stay here. I’m sorry, Kacchan. I want this to be over as much as you do.”
The change in Midoriya's assertiveness was surprising, even to himself. He was unsure where this newfound confidence was coming from, and whether it was due to sleep deprivation, the exhaustion from dealing with Bakugo for days on end, or the new confidence he gained from developing and training new quirks. Regardless of the reason, Midoriya wasn't planning on backing down now, not when he already pissed the blonde off to the highest degree possible.
Bakugo was becoming increasingly infuriated, the veins in his temple popping out in rage. He continued shouting muffled curses at Midoriya, promising to make his life hell and inflict death upon him; the works. Midoriya ignored him, occasionally shushing him so he could focus on their targets. When Bakugo realized that Midoriya was hardly paying attention, his temper got the better of him. His hands began to spark.
Midoriya's eyes snapped back, seeing Bakugo's hands light up within their small and dry hiding place.. As Bakugo's quirk started getting louder, Midoriya quickly decided to take action and use an old trick he'd learned as a child to try to control the other's explosive temper.
Knowing that Bakugo was in a vulnerable position, Midoriya took full advantage of it, summoning two more black tendrils to dig into his unsuspecting underarms. The sparks in his hands cut off in puffs of black smoke and Bakugo’s curses and threats dissolved into shocked yelps, the random attack causing his eyes to widen in surprise before shutting in suppressed mirth. He clamped his arms to his sides and thrashed against the tendrils which Midoriya stiffened so the sound wouldn’t carry.
“Whhht thuh hehhl! Yhu’re fuhhking dhehd! Mmhmhhhm Sthhhhp!!”
Even with his arms clamped firmly to his sides, Black Whip was still able to wiggle through, the skinny tendrils flicking against his hollows.
“Yhu bhhuhuhsrd! Sthhp!”
Bakugo opened furious, red eyes to fix them on Deku’s timid green ones. Everything in his expression told Deku that he was going to blast him out of existence. Deku knew that once he used his quirk on Bakugo, his fate was sealed. But just because he accepted it, doesn’t mean that he was going to go down without a fight. Deku squinted his eyes at Kacchan.
“If you can calm down-“
“Dhhn tlhh mhe thu chhlm dwnn, bhhstrd! Ihhhl khhll- MMMmmmhhh!”
In the middle of Bakugo’s usual rant, Deku sent some tendrils to mess with his sides, flicking up and down and dragging them around slowly. Growing up with the aggressive blonde, Deku was the only one alive that was aware of his ticklishness. Although the playful tickle fights stopped after Bakugo’s quirk manifested, Deku hoped he still would be.
And boy, was he.
Bakugo had his eyes scrunched closed. He was no longer cursing or screaming, just looked like he was trying to control his reactions, occasionally thrashing or twitching when a tendril found a sweet spot. For a minute, Deku thought he successfully tamed the wild animal he called friend, until sparks flew again in the corner of his vision.
Immediately, Deku directed the tendrils teasing his sides to go straight for that cripplingly ticklish spot Bakugo had as a kid, the spot right underneath his armpits and above his ribs, praying that it was still as sensitive after all these years.
Bakugo’s body siezed, the sparks discontinued, and he immediately dissolved into muffled laughter. He shook his head and glared at Midoriya, which lost all its bite from the tears of mirth that began to pool in them. Deku couldn’t help but smile a little as he watched his childhood friend struggle against sensations he probably forgot he could experience.
Bakugo struggled hard against Black Whip but it was no use. The tendrils dug and swirled ticklishly on his ribs. Bakugo did everything in his power to keep his composure, but once that spot was nicked, all hope was lost. It had been so long since he was tickled, he forgot how stupidly debilitating it could feel. He forgot all about using his quirk and wanting to leave the bush, he just wanted Deku to stop.
Deku kept this up for a few seconds before easing up, realizing from Bakugo’s increasingly reddening face, that with his mouth covered he could only get air from his nose. Once he could breathe again, he shot a dangerous glare at Midoriya.
“Nehhhvu dho tht agnnnn, yhu hrr mhe?”
“I won’t if you can calm down and stay here. Were almost done.”
“Ght thss ohh mhi mouh.”
Deku nodded and pulled his quirk back from Bakugo’s mouth. The blonde stretched his jaw and scowled at the other, giving him a death stare.
“You’ll pay for that, you bastard.” But his voice was notably hushed.
“Are you going to stay in the bush?”
“Fuck you and this bush!”
“Kacchan!”
“You listen to me, you- AH!”
The tendrils squirmed under his arms, and his eyes widened as he remembered they were there.
“Deku!”
“I’m sorry, but we’re so close, and I don’t want to be here longer than we have to.“
“Whatever, you damn nerd. Get your dumb quirk offa me.”
“Fine.” Deku reined in Black Whip. “The truck’s pulling up.”
After waiting, watching, and biding their time, the villains finally made the illegal exchange. Deku and Bakugo stepped in and proceeded to do what they were trained to do; knocking them around and rounding them up for transportation. Once they had reported their findings and secured the arrest of the villains, Deku chanced a glance at Bakugo. What he did in the bush may have crossed a line, and he wanted to address it.
“Kacchan, I-”
“Never speak of it.”
“… I just-”
“Ever.”
Deku was aware of when it was appropriate for him to stop attempting to engage in heated discussion with the blonde, so he did. He often found himself yearning to have actual conversations with Kacchan, wanting to finally put aside their past conflicts and issues and simply interact like normal people. Like friends.
However, today was not meant to be that day, nor would tomorrow be either. Deku accepted this with calm and determined patience, hoping that the time would come when Kacchan was ready to accept his friendship. Until then, he would simply wait, with the unshakable hope and faith that it would happen one day.
#bnha tickle#ticklish!bakugou#tickle fic#tickle community#tickle blog#t word community#sallage-mha#lee!bakugou#mha tickle
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Here's a fandom take, as promised!
HOT TAKE TOURNAMENT!
PRELIMINARY #228
Submission 770
Edward Elric and Winry Rockbell were a bad endgame.
(only recent FMA experience is Brotherhood) I'm an avid fan of childhood best friends. to me, Winry, Al and Ed were and still are an inseparable trio. the Rockbells are Ed's last remaining family aside from Al and to me I don't see why you would put romance in there, especially due to the fact that in Brotherhood at least, they call each other siblings a lot. I think childhood best friends to lovers can be written extremely well some time but in this instance, it felt rushed and poorly executed and forced. I didn't see any slow buildup to show that they're falling for each other; there was one scene where Winry went "am I, am I falling for him?", and then Edward going "HAHA WHAT NO SHE'S JUST A CHILDHOOD FRIEND, NO THERE'S NOTHING THERE HAHA" when Riza asks if she's his girlfriend, and then Winry muttering to herself "I can't believe I fell for this idiot". To me, that was it. and then they're supposedly in full love with each other? that scene where Winry was in her bedroom and Ed caught her changing clothes as their first introduction after the 6-7 months timeskip and Ed was like "I. I just wanted a quiet place to eat my sandwich of course" while flustered made me so uncomfortable. And then in the final episode they became a thing or something? and then there was family photos with their kids? what happened? In my opinion it felt so poorly put together and rushed and forced like "of course they're together! she's the main girl and he's the main guy!". and not to mention how Winry's character changed after it. I feel like she became much less of a strong independent girl and more someone that needs to follow Ed around everywhere, and especially when they took her hostage in the Briggs arc, because she was his cute girl friend and she just became a damsel in distress who was there to serve as bait so Ed could do Kimblee's bidding. Over time the more her crush developed I feel like she became more of a typical powerless female protagonist who's life revolved around Ed and it's so sad.
Propaganda is always encouraged!
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#hot take tournament#tournament poll#tumblr poll#tumblr tournament#tumblr bracket#unpopular opinion#hot take#fma#fma brotherhood#fmab#fullmetal alchemist#fullmetal alchimist brotherhood#edward elric#winry rockbell
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who is this Nate?
Oh.
Oh, buddy.
Oh I get to talk about Natewantstobattle and you will regret this.
So! I'm not a NWTB expert so don't expect a full bulletpoint presentation BUT I can share my experience!
Natewantstobattle is a nerdcore turned original artist who made songs about video games, anime and cartoons for years and only recently (last year I think) decided to leave nerdcore behind and focus entirely on original music.
He's made some BANGER songs, has the voice of an angel and seems to have the same enthusiasm about dark/demonic fictional imagery as myself ^_^
He's made a lot of FNAF songs which is how I found him. His music got him noticed by Random Encounters (RE) who make small-budget indie musicals based on video games and decided to make a five-part special musical based on FNAF for which they reached out to get Nate involved. He appeared and sang as a prominent character in that musical as well as plenty of others that they made. Markiplier was also in that musical.
Nate is popular with a lot of Jacksepticeye and Markiplier fans as his content focuses on similar games, leading to the same people finding him. Because of that, the fans' habit of making characters or "egos" for youtubers from their videos also extended to Nate and honestly while I still listen to his music I haven't been active in the fandom for a while so I have no idea how many egos there are now, but I'm desperate to rejoin the fandom space and catch up!
Anyway, the egos I'm very well aware of are Natemare and Phantom.
Haha yeah, he kidnapped Matpat for that music video.
The video in question is for Mangled, a 2~ minute song based on FNAF 2. The character he portrayed was an instant hit with the fans and was subsequently dubbed "Natemare" as a play on nightmare.
Also in 2018 Nate released a limited edition Natemare shirt thus confirming the name as canon and also I have that shirt so cough cough.
Secondly, Phantom!
MAN I LOVE PHANTOM!
From a music video for a song of the same name.
As far as I'm aware there's practically no canonically confirmed information about him other than he makes deals and steals people's souls. That lead to a lot of fans calling him a demon, including myself.
It took me five years to put together a cosplay for Phantom because I couldn't find one part! You'd think it would be the staff, right? Impossible to find an exact replica, right? No. It was the bloody shirt. I couldn't find a single freaking long sleeve red button up shirt for YEARS. I've got it now, though.
His original albums so far include Sandcastle Kingdoms, Paid in Exposure and To Let Go. That one is actually currently coming out one song at a time on his YouTube channel and music streaming platforms. There's only two songs out at the moment and I think the plan was to release them slowly until they were all released by the time the album itself dropped, but it was announced last month that it's been brought forwards to the 18th! That's in FOUR DAYS!!!! The last song to come out was Forgotten on Tuesday which is the one you saw me blogging about. It slaps so fucking hard you have no idea.
If you want any personal recommendations for his music, my favourites of his original work are Phantom, Forgotten, All I See, Perfect by Design and Branded.
PIf you look up Phantom you may see it titled as a Hazbin Hotel song but actually it came out a good while before Hazbin Hotel did, he just realised how well the character of Phantom matched with Alastor from HH and released a remastered version with some of Alastor's voice lines over it.
My favourites of his nerdcore songs are Mangled, No More, Stay the Course, Time to Move on and Ask for More. That last one is about Food Wars. I don't even watch that show, that's just how good the song is.
Oh! As an addition that I almost forgot to talk about, he's also a voice actor! He's appeared in Attack on Titan, Fairy Tail, he plays the main character in Luck and Logic and has appeared in multiple video games like Dream Daddy, Yandere Simulator and Monster Prom.
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bitch you once said something about regulus either sneezing or coughing at the dinner table and evan saying that he's "out of control" and i need you to know that i think about that DAILY because it is the single most unhinged thing i have ever read in my entire life in so many different ways like yes. you get him. you soooo get him. that man can and will berate you for exhibiting perfectly natural bodily functions in public settings. he has not sweated since he was eight years old. the last time he burped he almost jumped into traffic. he has a binder with detailed plans for his own funeral because he's hopelessly pragmatic. he has orchestrated his own death (it needs to be meticulous and swift). the one and only time he made a typo he went to the doctor because he was sure he was having a stroke. barty doesn't know this but evan developed an algorithm that predicts all of their future sexual encounters with 99.9% accuracy just so that he can put them all down in his calendar and plan his days accordingly. this has gotten out of hand so shoot me in the face before i start rambling about how he thinks people who believe in astrology are no better than monkeys.
HAHA YAZ everything about this is perfect i hope everybody is taking notes.. the fake stroke. the algorithm. yeah. yeah
not to immediately go here but this is precisely why it’s imperative (!!!) for barty jr to be railing this man delirious… exposure therapy…. when barty spits in evan’s mouth for the first time he goes through the entire archetypal hero’s journey internally in like 30 seconds. he’s crossing the threshold and returning home a fundamentally changed man
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Lost in the Book with Stitch Ending (& the Blue Fairy??)
The ending of the Stitch event through me for a loop. Although I think it may be a tie in to the Book 7 dream themes, it was such an odd ending with very little explanation. Perhaps the book will be involved for future events, but no one remembers anything, nor did we see the book again once it closed.
I thought my theory that the book belonged to Ambrose (and was snuck into the NRC library by Chenya) was possible, but the ending didn’t answer a single question about the book. (Credit to Ekala on YouTube for these screenshots and translations!!)
However, the last shots we got of the book gives me some material to work with 🤔 The entire event seems to be captured in this book, with a mixture of writing and photos. There’s even an explicit “the end.” This is very sus to me lmao, especially knowing that the book can take you to another world. Why would the book record all these events?
Edit: A lot of the classic Disney movies start the story by opening a book with the title of the movie on it. Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Pinocchio etc. Even more suspicious 🤨
However, I don’t think this specific story can be seen again. The book cover changes with the location, see? So I’m assuming that once the book goes back to a plain cover, the Stitch story and the photos will disappear. It’s still in the book, but it just won’t be visible anymore. I’m also assuming that when there’s no image on the book cover, the pages are blank. (This book feels very Ever After High lmaoo)
But what interests me is how aged the book is. A lot of modern book pages are made to be more protected against the elements, but older books tends look browned or yellowed because of their long time exposure to light, oxygen, and or humidity. The reddish edges of the book also appear to be a sign of this. The cover is pristine looking, likely due to its magic, but the inside reveals its age. Hm. I still feel confident about the book belonging to Ambrose due to this factor. Since Ambrose is the 63rd, the book may have been passed down his family.
But what REALLY caught my eye was the sparks of BLUE magic when the book closed. Blue??
I’m not an expert of Disney media lmao, but I can’t immediately think of a character who’s magic was blue. Merryweather, one of the three fairies from Sleeping Beauty, comes to mind, but it doesn’t make sense that green and red magic from Flora and Fauna wouldn’t show up either.
Next what comes to mind is Merlin, who Ambrose is based off of. He seems a lot more likely, one because of Ambrose, and two because of Merlin’s signature blue color. Ever when he transformed into various animals in Sword of the Stone, he would still be blue. What troubles me though is the color of his magic. It consists of various colors in the shapes of stars, but not blue. Red and green are most commonly seen in his magic aura.
Maybe I’m overthinking this haha, but TWST is fairly consistent with the colors of magic. The Light Trio (Silver, Kalim, and Rook) has light magic, so no matter their spell element, it appears as light. Regular magic seems to show up as white sparkles, with the exception of Malleus and his green fireflies. So blue magic seems significant.
But then I remembered about the newest event announced with two next characters that are likely based off Honest John and Gideon- who are from Pinocchio.
Pinocchio has the Blue Fairy, and the confirmation of Honest John and Gideon brings the possibility of the Blue Fairy as a character.
In the song, When You Wish Upon A Star, the Blue Fairy is referred to as “Fate.” She can take on different forms, including a wishing star and a dove. She can even give a wooden puppet life. She also has BLUE magic.
All the characters were essentially “wishing” for a beach event, weren’t they? And the book granted their wish, even if they lost their memories in the end. And despite the memory loss, they all made to agreement to visit the beach together during summer vacation. So not only did they experience their wish, they likely made it come true in the real world as well. This feels very familiar to the Blue Fairy’s actions, who guides Pinocchio but is also hands-free in his fate. She gave him not only an opportunity, but a choice, which is powerful on its own.
Perhaps this book is a creation of the Blue Fairy herself? (Or maybe she’s inside the mirror on the book cover LMAO this is a common crack theory of mine)
The mystery remains, so feel free to help me out here !! (ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ The last shots of the book definitely helped, but I’m still a little disappointed that there was never a clear ending and answer
#twst#twst theory#twst lost in a book with stitch#twisted wonderland#twst blue fairy#twst event#twst spoilers#twst jp#twst Merlin#twst Ambrose#twst Ambrose the 63rd#kallistopost
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Helloo! I hope you’re having a good day!
I have a request! ^^ (i literally love your writing sm!) I was wondering if you can do head canons of Laughing Jack x Tomie Kawakami like reader? Like the reader having Tomies powers and her beauty?
Please take care of yourself and drink a lot of water! <33
LJ w/ a S/O who's like Tomie!
YAHOO!! this just reminds me i need to get back into junji itos stuff :O i got a physical copy of uzumaki last year; loved it!! gotta reread it soon and dive into the other stuff !!!
i admit i haven't read tomie's bits yet, my only info/exposure to her is based around how she was in the anime adaptations, an infodump from a friend ab 3-4 years ago, and a character wiki so i apologize in advance for any inaccurates/misunderstandings on how the abilities work! other than that, i hope you enjoy!
Im not even going to lie I think this dude would think it's a little amusing how people will literally commit dozens of crimes just for you to look their way
i personally dont think he would be affected by your natural seduction thing, mostly in part due to him not being a human, he still thinks your pretty!
he probably calls you doll or some other variation of it because of your appearance
that said lj does have a bit of a jealousy problem, even without a partner that automatically charms everyone around them. bro has abandonment issues and doesnt like sharing at all. sure, hell try to look past it but he hates the way other people fawn and swoon! depending on what kind of reader we're going with, say, one that also k(r)ills for one reason or another he'll *try* to keep it together but boy, does it get hard when you feed into the people's insanity
but that's probably a whole thing for another post since you specified abilities :O!! not sure if you wanted the s/o to fully lean into it or do something else
so some other ideas to fill the post !
first time he sees you die he will freak out
like
he doesnt know youll come back, and as morbid and horrible sounds he'd probably hang on to your corpse until you just
pop back
funny joke haha thing imagine he's lamenting over you and you just. pop back up all "aww you love me :3??"
love little haha funny shit like that
anyways
overall it doesnt mix well with his jealousy and stuff, he doesnt like sharing! nope, not at all
but perhaps you can win him over with some much needed affection and a lotta reassurance
in several ways
winks
god no because
idk
my brain is melting as we speak im so sorry
#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x you#laughing jack headcanons#laughing jack x reader
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GITJ Post 334: A Saturday at Melissa's, p9 (7pm, Cici)
No, Cynthia Carlisle was not invited to their little pool party. No, Cynthia was not drinking wine, ordering take out, or watching movies with friends. No, Cici was not in the place she’d want to be most, cuddled up with him on the couch, buried under blankets trying to keep him warm after an evening swim like the rest of them were doing, right at this moment.
What was Cynthia Carlisle doing? Swiping through all their stupid social media and getting mad. Very, very mad.
And eating.
She’d had her simp, AJ, if that was still his name, bring her food. He’d just brought it to her, along with one other man, one of his worker friends. As she sat there eating they stood dumbfounded by her as she wore only her new red Polish “superbra” and matching panties.The lingerie had grown with her over the past weeks which was good; if she was naked these turds would likely not be able to breathe. AJ in particular was especially enamored of her size, she knew. She’d long since crested six feet, was nearly halfway there to seven, and had started calling him just ‘you’ or ‘boy’ or, when she was feeling generously tolerant, ‘puppy’. He seemed to like that, the dehumanization seemed to haha actually turn him on and make him even more submissive. The others did too, the crowd of underling toadies that spent their days constructing all this for the women, like little worker ants for their fucking queen. No one would really know it by just looking at them, but their minds had been turned nearly all to mush by the all-but-constant exposure to the artificial perfumes that were being pumped through this place. It was the same chemical that Cynthia wished she could just bathe in, because it was obviously making her bigger.
Bigger and stronger, tits huge. Hungry.
“More bread. I want more bread,” she growled, having eaten three rolls already. She looked at AJ as he scrambled to try to appease her, awkwardly searching the paper takeout bag in a half-panic.The other toadie just stood there, hands crossed in front of himself in nervous supplication. “C’mon, you. You worthless…thing.”
The toadie heard her chuckle when he shivered, his heart fluttering. He and AJ had set up a spread here in her makeshift dining area in the basement, food that they’d ordered for her from the place she liked. It was a lot and sometimes she’d let them have some. A Saturday night, he thought, and this was now how he spent them, in servitude to a hulking woman that seemed bigger every time he turned around. She was bigger, she was stronger, and despite the fact that he could somehow sense she was turning into a monster he couldn’t do anything but obey every word she said. Nor could AJ.
“More bread, fucker,” she spat.
“b-be right back,” AJ spoke, backing out of the room, leaving the toadie with her.
Where was he?!? She seethed, silently to herself and barely noticing AJ’s exit as she tore a chunk off the bone of what was some sort of pork. She sat at a fold-up table, the flimsy chair beneath her feeling ready to break under her weight. He wasn’t here last night, he’s not here tonight. I had plans!!! Working at the office during the weekdays had not been enough. She’d grown, of course, under the influence of whatever it was coming from Melissa, whatever it was that they now poured through the vents here. But it wasn’t enough. She’d begun to sleep here, hidden away with her simps’ help in the basements and sub-floors away from the construction. She’d made sure they pumped it in heavy, into the dark spaces where she stayed, and ignored the calls from her aunt. She was not going home anytime soon. Weekends, now, too, she stayed all day underground sucking it in, breathing it, and eating. Alone, with her simps at times, practicing.
But last night, Friday night, she hadn’t wanted to be alone. She knew he stayed upstairs, above the office, in the little apartment his skinny-ass wife supplied for him. He was dating her now, yes, but Cynthia could show him…show him how good a girlfriend she could be. A big girl could do it for him, and she could get so big. She wanted to call him down, to her underground caverns, and show him. But he wasn’t here. Last night, and now tonight either. GAH! IT MADE HER SO MAD!!
They were all eating together, the bunch of them, at her place. Sushi. Cynthia hadn’t been invited of course, and she was watching it in full FOMO mode on social media. They hadn’t asked her, they never asked her. She was too ‘other’. There was something wrong with her. It made her growl sometimes but she knew it. She’d have to wait to bring him to her, another night. It just, she figured, gave her time to get even fucking bigger, bigger than them all and then he’d see and rrrrrrrrrrrrggghhhhh.
Cynthia put down her pork chop and looked at the toadie. It was just the two of them, now, alone in this damp basement room. He looked cold; she was never cold anymore. But he, this simpering boy dog thing was just like the rest of the men here; they were all just workers, like ants in a hive, mindless. Squashing one or two wouldn’t make a difference, right?
She felt her mouth start to curl into something like a smile as she leaned forward over the table. She watched his eyes go down, drift to trace the veins which ran in a pattern all over her hulking breasts, leading down into a cleavage deeper and darker than her cave. She knew where their minds went, once she had them looking at her breasts. They got dumb. Well, dumber even than usual.
“So, you like me?” she asked, watching the toadie’s jaw drop open to a gape as she gently pressed her breasts together between her arms. “What’s your name?” she asked, indulging the thing with what he would think would be actual interest. She watched him, swaying there on his feet for a few moments, saying nothing
"Can't you speak? Did no one ever teach you?" she continued, slowly squeezing, then releasing the pressure on her breasts, making them swell out and then in, out and then in in a pulsing, undulating rhythm. She knew they loved that, that they found that hypnotic. "Or is that just the effect I have on you?"
“Muh…Mason,” he said, finally answering her question.
First name, last name? Or is that just his job here? she thought, Not that it matters.
"I.. I.." the toadie stammered helplessly, suddenly feeling bold enough to address her again.
“What is it?” she asked, eyes narrowing, studying him. If she squinted enough, here without her glasses, she could almost pretend this was him, Dr J.
"No.. Wha.. I..." He was obviously confused, standing there in the semi-dark with this blond Amazon swimming in the weapons-grade pheromones being pumped into the room.
"Oh, you poor creature,” she chuckled, hearing her voice deepen. She’d decided, finally, that she’d indulge herself with some fun and felt her thighs quiver. If he wasn’t here at least she could make herself feel better with one of them. “You can't even talk, can you?” she asked, “Why don’t you come here, closer…” Suddenly, then, she pushed aside the table, laden with her dinner as it was, Its metal feet scraping against the concrete floor. “...let me kiss you better."
She loved - or, she’d grown to love - the feeling she got when they began to shake like this. When their little feet began to move all by themselves, when they were drawn to her like a moth to a big huge fucking moth-magnet. She sat there, on the little folding chair that she knew she could bend into a crumpled little ball of metal tubes if she wanted. This wasn’t him, this wasn’t Doctor, but this was something she could do to kill the time. Maybe it would make her feel better.
He came to stand in front of her, now, where she sat. If she stood, she would tower over him. But as it was she was looking up at him. That would just not do. Without a word Cynthia lazily placed an arm on each of the man's shoulders, and then she pressed down gently. A look of surprise - or maybe some deep survival instinct rallying from the depths - came over his otherwise slackened face. It was followed by one of shock as she pushed down, forcing him to bend in his knees. He tried to push against her with his legs, but found her strength utterly irresistible. With both his hands, he grabbed her wrists, trying to remove her hands from him, but all his efforts proved totally ineffective. Her female arms did not move at all, except to force him down further. She stopped pushing when his face was level with hers, he in a crouch. Tilting her head slightly, she leant towards him, her lips puckering in preparation of meeting his.
The man turned his head away from hers, this time for sure on instinct. "I thought you liked me." Cynthia cooed in mock disappointment. She removed her left hand from his right shoulder, easily shaking off his grip from her wrist. She was delighted to see that she could hold him in place with just one hand on his other shoulder as effortlessly as she had done it with two. With her free hand, she gently cupped his chin, turning his face back towards her. She could see his neck muscles bulging as he tried to fight against her, but his struggles once again proved futile. It gave Cynthia a tremendous thrill to see a full-grown man utterly unable to fight against her vastly superior strength. She had been experimenting, in her time alone down here, with what she could do. It was fucking incredible.
Cynthia leaned towards the quivering man and, still holding his chin, pulled his face to hers. Then she parted her lips slightly and planted them on his. Until just a month or so ago she hadn’t kissed many boys at all. Now, she’d kissed a bunch. Despite the pleasure he felt, with her big pillowy lips on his, she felt him place both his hands on her shoulders, desperate to push her away, grunting with the effort. The blonde-haired young woman remained completely immobile aside from now opening her lips a little further, pressing them against his face, forming a seal around his mouth. With the man still struggling without effect, Cynthia began to inhale slowly and deeply.
His eyes bulged wide in astonishment and his efforts to force her away from him became desperate. Cynthia continued to breathe in, her mouth locked on his. The look in his eyes became panicky and the color began draining from his face. Quickly, his struggles grew weaker. She kept on drawing air into her lungs. His eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of his head. His complexion was now a bluish white, and his arms hung redundantly by his sides. Cynthia heard a muffled squelching sound and tasted blood in her mouth. Instantly, the man's eyes became dull.
She stopped inhaling, taking her lips off of his and bringing the kiss to an end before removing her hands from her victim. His body seemed to fold up on itself as it became a heap on the floor. Cynthia looked down at him, where he lay crumpled at her feet, and smiled as she used a single finger to wipe at the corner of her lips. It surprised her that she had enjoyed the taste of his blood as much as she had enjoyed sucking the life out of his male body. What a feeling - to have collapsed a man's lungs just by kissing him! "So this is how it feels to be a goddess," she mused to herself, to the empty room.
Now where was that other one, the bald one, with her bread?
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Hi (waves excitedly!!!!) do you have any recs where draco's characterisation is basically just "my life's mission to harass harry potter is back on track." Like he is just living his life being chaotic and also embraces muggle things yk
Hi there! Such good food, love me me a chaotic Draco driving Harry up the wall Harry haha peak dynamics! I hope you enjoy these:
What Potter Wants by birdsofshore (E, 3.3k)
Harry definitely didn't want to do that to Malfoy. Not at all. So why did Malfoy keep saying that he did?
The Morning After by birdsofshore and capitu (M, 5k)
This is what happens when you stick your wand in places where it really shouldn't go.
The Antique Bed Frame by lazywonderland (E, 5.4k)
Draco “needs his bed fixed.” Harry offers to help.
Let Me Have You and I'll Let You Save Me by Frayach (M, 6k)
Draco keeps coming back, and Harry keeps letting him. Draco can’t stay away, and Harry can’t live without him.
The Risk of Exposure by marguerite_26 (E, 6.6k)
After Draco discovers something about Harry during a chance meeting, Harry can’t seem to get him out of his head or out of his life.
Good Talk, Potter by loveglowsinthedark (E, 6.7k)
Potter begins to take me apart, each savage, pounding thrust peeling away layer after layer of everything that I am, reaming me open in a way that makes me wonder how I’ll ever be able to let anybody else but him fuck me after this.
Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by fluxweeed and lastontheboat
Or: the one where Harry has writer’s block and Malfoy isn’t helping.
Adventures in Truth and Texting by fluxweed (E, 11k)
Former Death Eaters are being targeted with a Veritaserum curse – it’s permanent, and makes victims speak aloud their every thought. Luckily, it’s easier to control when writing – and Hermione is trying to introduce Muggle technology to the wizarding world.
An Act of Kindness for One Harry Potter by a Sympathetic Draco Malfoy by 0idontknow0 (E, 15k)
As Draco leaned on the wall to wait for them to get dressed, he could not help feeling like he had done a very kind thing by disrupting them. Someone should give Potter a better rogering than that sorry sod had. The man had saved the bloody world—okay, mostly Europe—the least someone could do was give him a proper shag.
Stupid Love by The_Sinking_Ship (E, 17k)
Harry Potter, how does Draco Malfoy hate thee? Let me count the ways.
Reparatio by astolat (E, 17k)
Draco snorted. “I’m not reduced to penury. I want something considerably beyond money, and I rather think you’re the only one can give it to me.”
The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by Cibee (T, 19k)
Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is — Draco’s beloved!
IDK My BFF Hermione? by lettered (E, 19k)
Draco's a hot mess. Harry's lovin' it (hell yes).
Breaking All The Rules by Frayach (E, 22k) - AU
Malfoy is slowly wringing the last vestiges of pleasure from Harry’s life with all his rules and committees and agendas and reports. Or is he?
Fearful Trill by Vukovich (E, 29k)
Harry should have come out and met someone when he was younger. He should have seen a doctor about the pain in his hip while youth was still on his side. Now, he's made his peace with dying young, but maybe not with dying alone.
Glory Be by Lomonaaeren (E, 33k)
Draco—Draco Malfoy, skilled assassin, powerful and wealthy Veela, former Death Eater—has always known what to do, where to go, who to kill. And then Harry Potter came along: Harry Potter, Unspeakable, former Auror, the most powerful wizard Draco has ever seen. And Draco catches a glimpse of glory he may be unable to live without.
The Four Ds of Apparition (or: Destination, Determination, Deliberation, and Dicks) by eidheann and firethesound (E, 36k)
After transferring to the Apparition Department, Harry's life becomes one big dick joke. And all his friends are arseholes. So is Malfoy, but what else is new? AKA Harry Potter and the eighteen twenty dicks.
Bite Me, Hate Memes by pir8fancier (E, 44k)
Draco Malfoy is incensed to realize that someone is trying to usurp his position as the premier Harry Potter hater.
Vis-à-Vis-à-Vis by Vukovich (E, 50k)
Harry's assignment was simple. Close out Draco Malfoy's missing persons case so he can be declared dead.
Loverboys by corvuscrowned (E, 84k)
As post-war violence and tensions rise, it seems as if there’s no hope to unify the wizarding world. Except, maybe, a manufactured relationship between resident Saviour Harry Potter and known purveyor of the Dark Arts Draco Malfoy. (The fact that they detest each other is beside the point.)
Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats (E, 104k)
Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.
What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (M, 131k)
Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.
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extremely sporadic Lone Trail thoughts or something
not a summary
when they said kirsten was extremely charismatic they really meant it i was all LETS GOOOO SMASH DA SKY until silence had a whole speech to parvis on how she wants to stop kirsten because ethics and i got pulled back to terra lmao haha sorry you're right olivia...
So mumu grew up an orphan and eventually found her people except it was not so much a settlement than a graveyard.... and at one point she went to Sami and found a bunch of elves except 'I finally found a small forest in the endless ice fields of Sami, but... I am not a leaf, just a drop of water'
shes helping kirsten because elves are like super weak to originium and die fast after exposure to it or something so she gave K a bunch of plants and trees to bring to space to see if they could live etc and so naturally she ends up fighting saria which the latter wins and kicks mumu out of the room (theyre on kirsten's funny ship at this point) theyre in and mumu is like 'i don't want to leave here...i dont want to be alone...I really got abandoned again'
'Fake. False. Forged. If the trajectories of stars are truly untraceable, how have we avoided collisions with other stars throughout the ages? Are we that special? What kind of land are we exactly living on? Where are we headed? ......These questions... I've repeated them in your ears too many times.'
the food they cooked with this last line wtf. hello
What do you mean Saria was like ok enough I'm going to cover the both of us in Calcite and we'll go back and Kirsten was like nope.jpg (activates emergency exit not built for herself but for saria because she just knew saria would come ofc. oF COURSE)
the story was great but im still so devastated i knew she was going to have a laika adjacent end but well. time to cry myself to sleep thinking about how kirsten has only felt alive twice in her life
'the first, saria, when i brought you back to my hometown, and on that hillside, i told you how everything began. the second, is now, when i have fulfilled this dream of mine and my parents.'
her slowly switching off the power in every room of her donut skewer ship and going 'goodnight people of terra, goodnight universe' (she has a hibernation capsule thingy but like. it took hella lot of sarcophagi to even launch her this time so. you know..............feeling very similar to when i just finished madoka rebellion for the first time
#arknights#lone trail#i should tag all these tl posts under something#bentotexto#maybe i should finally change my blog header/title yet another crazy scientist woman rewiring my brain whats up with them!!
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Oh gods, for the Hopeful Hybrid’s Househusbanding System, Tianlang-jun sleeping outside and on roofs while he’s at Cang Qiong, outwardly to be annoying, truthfully because #trauma from being horribly stuck under a mountain for so long, confined spaces bad, waking up in the dark bad, waking up in dark room with cultivator qi all around very bad. Buuuuuut he made a bargain with his son, and with this sect in particular, and they did actually follow through on their agreement to dig his original body up and get it healthy again while he runs around in a Sun and Moon Dew Flower body, so he can behave. For a given value of ‘behave.’
And also sleep on the roof of Yue Qingyuan’s leisure house more often than anywhere else in the sect, because petty, guilt trip, and also ‘haha guess who’s on top of who now ya bastard.’
Yue Qingyuan’s takeaway from all this: Tianlang-jun is in a body that’s technically a plant right now, exposure to lots of sunlight and fresh air is probably important to keep it healthy, especially since it’s supposedly not designed to have demonic qi in it. Also, we kinda seriously owe this guy, especially me, so unless he’s doing something dangerous to himself or others, just let the guy sleep. If he is doing something dangerous, please notify me, Luo Binghe, or Shen Qingqiu and we’ll ask him to stop.
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...okay he’s getting lots of fresh air and sunlight, and moonlight, but is he getting enough water? Plants need water. Also nutrients. Is he getting proper nutrients? Shang-shidi, you’re the one who found out about how to make the plant bodies and grew this one, what kind of nutrients does it need? Hm, yes, okay. (goes off to find foods that also have these nutrients in them)
Tianlang-jun: (the fourth day he climbs onto Yue Qingyuan’s roof to find a pitcher of water and tray of nice food waiting for him under a cloth with a preservation talisman on it) Okay, what the heck, sect leader why do you keep leaving your meals up here?
Yue Qingyuan: (not commenting on how Tianlang-jun is asking this by dangling half-off the roof and staring through his office window) They are not for me, they are for you.
Tianlang-jun: ...what, why? I can get my own meals.
Yue Qingyuan: (explains about the taking care of the plant body thing)
Tianlang-jun: (narrowed suspicious eyes) ...are you trying to buy me off about sealing me under a mountain?
Yue Qingyuan: (shocked) Of course not! Such a debt cannot be paid off, never mind so cheaply. As ones who have so greatly wronged you, and in the face of your magnitude in regards to seeking vengeance for our wrong-doings, ensuring your comfort and well-being while in our care is the most basic of our tasks.
Tianlang-jun: ...are you for real?
Yue Qingyuan: ...I don’t understand the question?
Then Tianlang-jun goes and demands Shang Qinghua tell him what’s up, since he seems to be the guy who knows stuff around here, and gets informed that the sect leader is kind of a walking guilt complex with more issues layered on top of that, not that I can go into details, my lord, not because I don’t want to, I just don’t know them-!!!
Tianlang-jun: ...okay, you’re probably lying about that last part, but I get what you’re saying. (stares into the distance) Dangit, I guess I’m gonna have to fix him.
Shang Qinghua: ...I beg your pardon, my lord?
Tianlang-jun: It’s no fun bullying him right now, not satisfying at all. So I need to fix him up first if I want to get any satisfaction out of this.
Shang Qinghua: ...as you say my lord. (makes plans to go lie face down on Mobei-jun’s chest asap, because he shouldn’t have to deal with this crap but since the universe is making him do it anyway he at least deserves to have nice things in the process.)
#The Hopeful Hybrid's Househusbanding System#tianlang jun#yue qingyuan#svsss#scum villain's self saving system#shang qinghua#tianyue
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OC Tag Game
I was tagged by @corvosattano @socially-awkward-skeleton and @jackiesarch to do this tag game, thank you 💙
sending no pressure tags to @risingsh0t @nightbloodbix @sstewyhosseini @detectivelokis @jinfromyarikawa @river-ward @poisonedtruth @ghastlyrider @confidentandgood @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @voidika @madparadoxum @indorilnerevarine @shadowglens @purplehairsecretlair @nightwingshero @fourlittleseedlings @strangefable @leviiackrman @roofgeese @kyber-infinitygems @poetikat @shegetsburned @shellibisshe @jacobseed and anyone who wants to play!
— FAVOURITE OC (CURRENTLY)
I don't really have an all-time fave, so going with the current one. So this one should be pretty obvious as I'm so annoying about her right now. Thanks to the hyperfixation on sw that hit me like a truck, I am putting so much more work into her character and story now than I ever had before. (Pretty much how it was with Zoiya when I created her.) Let's see how long this lasts.
— OLDEST OC
I've mentioned it before here and there in tags but Luna is my oldest oc and the first one I've ever put serious work into. The 2000s Fantastic Four movies were my first exposure to superhero movies and I thought 'hey that looks like fun!' and that's basically how she came into existence.
I probably have even older ocs but they're from fandoms I'm not part of anymore.
— NEWEST OC
The newest addition is Romy! I still need to develop her more but I had some unused concepts for original fiction stuff which she just absorbed I guess. So, at least there's a base.
— MEANEST OC
This one was hard to decide because I don't exactly have a purely evil oc. I also considered Carol, Shireen, and Yártien. While the others kill as well, having their very own interpretation of justice, Harper is extremely self-righteous. If people stand in her way, she will not shy away from making sure they don't, no matter what kind of person they are. I'd say she has a soft spot for nurses though.
— SOFTEST OC
One of the calmest and most reasonable Jedi you'll meet. She is just so full of love and joy that some would question whether she strictly follows the Jedi Code or not? She really has to put a lot of effort into not forming any attachments. Additionally, killing her opponents will always be her last resort. She even tries her best to get Inquisitors to come back to the light side.
— MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC
She's a bitch, and she knows it. She put a lot of work and effort into getting where she is today. And she'll do anything to keep that position. She'll knowingly gaslight gatekeep girlboss her way through life. She's in a high enough position to make the life of others miserable. And if she doesn't like the other person, she'll enjoy it even more.
— SMARTEST OC
Luna was raised by and learned from the smartest man on Earth. So, I thought I'd make her smart too. Back when she was created the mcu really lacked female geniuses. She's an expert in several scientific fields such as physics, chemistry, biology, and all kinds of engineering and a lot more. She's the ultimate nerd.
— DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC
Yuna dates a serial killer knowing full well what he's doing. She's also pretty dumb and oblivious. Not necessarily stupid but she only has one brain cell. Head empty at all times.
— OC I'D BE FRIENDS WITH IRL
Rose is a great best friend. Very dedicated and loyal. She has a big family so she's also very social, though not overly obnoxious. A very good listener and always tries to give helpful advice. Sometimes that advice is just to go out and have stupid fun to free the mind from the problems for some time. idk I'd just want to be her friend haha
#tag game#oc: shireen oqir#oc: luna richards#oc: romy schulz#oc: harper ray#oc: kieda tarnji#oc: scarlet#oc: yuna neuer#oc: rose adams#you don't have to tag them all if you don't want to lol these are so many#this was fun!#talking about them all really makes me miss every single one of them 😭
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bro TFcon is the last place I wanna be. I only got three hours of sleep because I had seven nightmares in a row. I'm definitely stressed, to say the least lmao
It's 7am and I'm sitting in the passenger seat on our way there trying not to throw up. it's a two hour drive and I'm not readyyyyy haha I'M NOT READYYYY I HATE THIS. hate that my main F/Os are a trigger and i gotta surround myself with them in order to reclaim them later. and i don't even know if this is gonna work. my association rly cannot get worse but i don't know if it's possible to improve it at this point???
i know exposure therapy is supposed to help but I feel like I'm really not ready for THIS BIG of a jump. I feel like I should have started much smaller like just looking at one single photo of Fixit for ten seconds a day or something. BUT NO I'M GOING TO A MASSIVE BUILDING WITH EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER I WAS CONDITIONED TO BELIEVE WOULD HURT ME AND I GOTTA STAY THERE FOR AT LEAST FIFTEEN MINUTES -- but i already paid the $60 so let's!!!! get this OVER WITH!!!!! LET'S DO THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
#delete later#I'D LIKE TO BREATHE FOR FIVE SECONDS PLS#I WANNA RECLAIM TF SO BAD IF I'M GONNA BE DYING WHILE DOING IT THEN!!! OK!!!! THATS OK!!!!#STARLIGHT BABY DON'T SAY I NEVER DID ANYTHING FOR YOU#at least i know i wont have to stress about spending more money#bc there's no way im buying anything TF related fkhgfkdgh
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I see those tags and i wanna know about the (former) kingdom hearts oc real badly now
Oh my god, am I really going to go off?
Am I about to really embarrass myself at my literally 18 year old OC who is the whole reason I got into writing in the first place? And the weird obsession I have with any media/character that has to do with memory manipulation and mind reading?
I sure as fuck am, I'm about to talk about my OC that has basically been my face on tumblr for the last seven years at this point.
You're all about to meet Lexen, and how she came into existence.
Kingdom Hearts 2 released on December 22, 2005, and it was around this time that my ex-friend gave me this game as a sequel to the first Kingdom Hearts I had previously played.
I didn't make any OCs for the first game. I was just so enraptured by being able to play a video game with Disney characters in it and the frankly odd amount of platforming in this game. It was when I was given Kingdom Hearts 2 right after finishing the first one did it all really start to sink in.
Little 11 year old me was FULLY invested in anything edgy or cool looking, as with all kids around this age, and Organization XIII basically took me by the throat and never let go. This was my first jump into fandom and fan art and writing and a whole world that I now was able to read and look. I never really joined any big communities, I actually have a sour experience with the KHInsider website at the time so I really missed out on community.
Which is fine, I think I would've turned out much more toxic if I was part of a large community. What is more important is that KH2 was the beginning of Lexen.
Lexen is a self-insert of myself. Full on, just me thrown into the Kingdom Hearts world and having a good time, marysueing it up and just living it up in the haydays of FF.net. Then I started getting more creative and made a whole new character to investigate a thing that was barely touched on in KH2's plot.
The fact that Sora lost a lot of his memories between 1 and 2. I didn't realize at that time that Chain of Memories had happened, so the only exposure I really had was Namine who is the only character in-game that had any reference to memory manipulation.
So little ol' me though, "I could do better. I can make someone cooler."
And made Lexen.
Lexen is the secret 14th memory (very creative at the time, haha) and was specifically a living weapon that Xemnas used to both seed worlds with darkness and to keep Xemnas protected from danger and potential betrayals within the Organization.
My main concept for her was the fact that Nobodies within KH were said to have no emotions, merely mimicking their emotions from memories they have when they were alive. So... what happens when you are reborn but have no memories?
You have no frame of reference, no ability to experience emotions. At that moment, you are a blank slate. And all it takes is one person to pick you up and basically rewrite you however way they want.
Xemnas was the one to find Lexen first. Give her a name. Give her a purpose.
And Xemnas became Lexen's whole world and universe.
There was a devotion not born really out of loyalty, though that came about later, but because there was a lack of direction for Lexen. There was no reason for her to doubt, so she just followed without thought.
It was discovered fairly early on that she had an ability to mind read and to also extract memories out of a person. Xemnas saw potential in this power and trained her to be more autonomous and skilled with her powers. Eventually getting her to a point where she could made decisions for herself, but they were always to the benefit of Xemnas. To the Organization as a whole? Not always, it wasn't Lexen's job to question that. Just to follow orders and do them successfully.
Somewhere in her training and growing, it was also discovered she had a bit of Darkness within her. Not like she was harnessing Darkness as a power and using it herself, just a ball of Darkness that lived in her body separate from her soul. And it was growing more and more as she went to different worlds to plunge them into Darkness.
Until it eventually got strong enough to manifest as a whole new being.
Introducing: Berserk! The person who has been my icon on tumblr for the last 7 years!
She is not an alter ego to Lexen. She is not a power up move for Lexen. She is a completely separate identity and being that just happens to live in the same body as Lexen. Two minds, one body. And Berserk really wants to have sole control over this body to just cause untold amounts of damage towards anything. Not exactly something Xemnas wants out of his living weapon.
What he wants is total control and total loyalty to his word. Berserk (the name was given to her after she tried to kill him) was a wrench in the plan, but perhaps useful in specific situations.
My personal headcanon for Xemnas' power (which is Nothingness) is that he is an equivalent God to Nobodies. He can manipulate them, solidify their existence, and also erase them. It was how I justified his position as head of the Organization and how most everyone followed his word without asking too many questions. Those who did well... I eventually learned about Chain of Memories and added that to the lore.
So Xemnas used his powers to create a mental wall between Lexen and Berserk. Lexen would always have control of the body, was the dominate mind, and Berserk was locked away in a box to never be released unless used for specific means. Lexen was thrilled about this, no need to worry about the second person in her head. Berserk grew to have an absolute vendetta against Xemnas and Lexen for being her jail and jailer.
And it all came to a point by the end of KH2. When Xemnas was in the final showdown between himself and Sora and Riku. Lexen was waiting on the sidelines, looking for a signal to jump in and save Xemnas. But it never came, but Lexen decided to make the choice herself but she never was able to save Xemnas. Because as Xemnas was getting his ass handed to him by Sora and Riku, his focus on Lexen and Berserk's mental barrier faltered and Berserk took over.
Berserk and Lexen fought at this moment. A mental battle over who would have control over the body and have access to the rest of the universe. It concluded with Lexen having formed a mental barrier herself and blocking off Berserk long enough to regain sight and hearing with her body, but it was all over by then.
She had failed in protecting the one person that was her entire reason for living, and he was dead. The world she was on was falling apart. She has to decide right now if she wants to escape and keep living, or give up and let Berserk take over and never be seen again.
Lexen obviously took the step to escape. Was it out of survival? Maybe revenge? But she don't have the emotional output for revenge, and what good was it afterwards when her person that gave her purpose is dead forever?
These are all questions she had as she escaped onto a ship and flew off into space. Questions she never had reason to think about until now. It was now down to Lexen alone to decide what to do with this life and non-existence she was given and to make a person out of herself.
I dub these her Wandering Days.
And this is where I usually hang out in my internal exploration for Lexen, because there is where I can drop her into any fiction work without changing her character to fit the place. I start reading a book series I like? Throw Lexen in there straight from Kingdom Hearts and just let her explore. I'm watching Star Wars now? Just throw her in there with the Jedi and have them be confused at her magic powers and mind manipulation without the Force.
This is also my way of having Lexen experience lots of different cultures and people and learning that she can make something of herself. She doesn't need to be a living weapon. She doesn't need to devote herself to a singular purpose or person. In fact, as time goes on, she grows to see the logical disadvantage to being unjust, cruel, and malicious to people. She starts interfering in worlds that are oppressed to try and help them out.
But why would she do that, if she doesn't have the emotional capability to empathize and feel sorrow?
Well, I figured that if there was no emotional response from Lexen, then she solve all things with logical conclusions. And even from an emotionless, non-existent being who was cruel and ruthless before she could still logically come to the idea that it is better to not be like that anymore.
And this is a very, very, very messy summary of Lexen and Berserk. I haven't even touched on how the two minds interact with each other in their mind palace sort of dealio. Or my explanation of how Lexen's memory removal powers work as well. Or how my username is a mash-up of an old name I had and Lexen shoved together to make my new identity!
If you got to the bottom of this wall text, thank you very much!
I deeply appreciate anyone who read all of this and enjoyed even a second of it. Lexen is my heart and soul of a lot of creative writing I do. I keep working on her, updating her story with new ideas and lore as it comes to me and maybe one day I'll share her full experience to the world.
#shadytext#kingdom hearts#my ocs#long post#but it's all under a read more hopefully#i'm slightly embarrassed to post this it's all a ramble and not editted at all#but if anyone wants shorter and more detailed lore about any aspect of her it would make me so happy#lexen is my true baby girl and i love her so so much
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