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psychwxrdd · 3 months

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perv! donnie is your step bro

warnings: 18+, stepcest, innocence kink, dub con, gaslight, blackmail, bimbo reader, dark! donnie

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perv! donnie just loved how sweet and dumb you are. always taking advantage of this in the smallest things, like telling you he can clean your room for you, and what a good step brother he is! of course you would never guess he just wanted to steal your panties. you wouldn't even suspect why some of your favorite panties were missing.

perv! donnie always agreed to watch movies with you, as long as you sat on his lap. you were always wearing those skirts he was absolutely crazy about... he always made sure to make you sit exactly upon his bulge. then if you asked him what was that, he would say it's just some stuff he has on his pocket. the way you couldn't stay still, grinding against him, the way he could feel your ass pressing his dick, he would always cum on his pants.

perv! donnie teaching you little games when you two were both alone; covering your eyes and making you guess what was the food on your mouth was his favorite one. you wouldn't even realize he had his cock shoved inside your mouth cause he already had mixed so many flavors... you thought it maybe was just ice cream, and you loved ice cream, so you sucked it so happy :(

perv! donnie would blackmail you when he read your diary and see that you were hiding your bad grades from your mom. you begged him not to tell, so he wouldn't tell. as long as you let him do some things he wanted with you, he swore it was nothing bad... just let him kiss you sloppy while he fingers you, show him your boobs, let him eat your pussy, jerk him off or let him put just the tip inside you. you thought step siblings shouldn't do it, but he would gaslight you into thinking it was far more okay since he wasn't a stranger but also not trully related to you (by blood).

perv! donnie slapping your ass "as a joke", like when you were late for something

perv! donnie would sneak into your room while you were sleeping just so he could watch you, fantasize about you, just smell your scent.

perv! donnie who would take your v card. "yeah sweet thing i promise it won't hurt. if you let me pop your cherry i promise i'll convince your mom and my dad to have the bunny you want so bad, how does that sound?"

your eyes shined when he said that, you were begging for months to your parents for a bunny and the answer was always no. donnie felt bad for you, poor cute thing just wanted a pet. so you would surely not deny your pussy if he promised you this. you surely would be only his after this.

"no one else get to fuck this tight pussy, baby" he would say as he was struggling to even keep his eyes open, your walls were suffocating the shit out of his cock. so fucking warm and wet, he was out of his mind. "no one can kiss those lips or do the things we do besides me, alright?"

"i find out anything about you slutting yourself to some stupid guy and i'll get you pregnant, fucking promise you that"

#dark! donnie #donnie darko x reader #dark fanfiction #jake gyllenhaal #tw stepcest #imagine #x reader #donnie darko imagine #donnie darko fanfic

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wutheringmights · 3 years

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In CTB you’ve had a few descriptions of both Mask’s and Warriors’ spirits when Spirit sensed them, which had me wondering. Do you have any thoughts about what the rest of the chain’s spirits are like, or are they generally the same as Warriors’?

This ask skirts pretty close to a spoiler for CTB. Your question didn't hit anything on the nail exactly, but this is about 3 steps away from something. Which means that if I want to avoid accidentally spoiling the story for you, I shouldn't give an in-depth lore answer.

Anyway, here's an in-depth lore answer and also what the rest of the Chain's spirits are like.

Everyone in the Chain shares a spirit, but the spirit has different qualities for each one. Somewhere in the story, I had Spirit explain to Warriors that a person's spirit changes based on their life experience. Since everyone in the Chain had wildly different life experiences, the Hero's Spirit feels different for each.

I have an entire rule set and system for how Spirit's senses work that will probably never be fully divulged in story because a) it's from Warriors's POV and b) Spirit doesn't really know how to talk about it.

But I can do my best now to explain how it works.

Let's use food as a metaphor. Every person is a different pastry. Zelda is a cake, Impa is a croissant, and so forth. There is only one type of pastry per a person, and that's it. So Spirit has lived his entire life thinking he's the only chocolate chip cookie in the world. Then he meets Warriors and realizes he's also a chocolate chip cookie, except his has cinnamon in it. Then he meets Mask, who is a chocolate chip cookie but with walnuts.

Same cookie, different additives.

The Hero's Spirit works the same way. Spirit can tell that they all share the same spirit, but there are other traits based upon individual life experiences added to it that make it unique to each holder. Along with life experiences, traits can be reflections of significant people in a person's life, like their friends, siblings, or spouses.

Everyone has these traits too, not just the heroes. Spirits could theoretically dissect anyone's spirit to get a vague sense of what their life experiences are. I say vague because what he senses is in relation to the traditional five senses. For example, he feels warmth (touch) when focusing on Warriors. Traits can also invoke a noise, smell, taste, or visual element. So it's not like he can learn someone's life story in completion, just get hints to it.

There’s two exceptions to the above rule is age and alignment. He can tell how old someone's spirit is, and he already used that in chapter 3 to figure out he had moved through time. Just go with it.

He can also tell right away if someone is a light or dark spirit. In fact, the light/dark difference is so stark that it’s usually the first he registers in a person. It’s automatic, like recognizing a source of light in an otherwise pitch black room.

Furthermore, Spirit has to focus to get a good read on someone’s spirit. Take our food metaphor, for example. If he eats a cookie, he has to focus to identify what the spices are being used to flavor it. If he's not paying attention, he could just eat it without noticing anything beyond the fact that he just ate a cookie.

Most people do this already with their senses-- you can identity at a glance if the blob at the corner of your eye is a person, but you have to look in order to see what color their eyes are.

This is why Spirit sometimes grabs a person's hand when sensing their spirit: it's like bending in closer to get a better look.

That also means he has to know a person's spirit really well before he can pull the long-range sensing tricks that he does with Warriors and Mask. If he's going to find a needle in a haystack, he has to know what the needle looks like.

I think that covers everything. Hopefully I didn't miss something important. And hopefully I won't have to break these rules later to fix a plot hole or something (I'm joking).

So if every member of the Chain has different traits affecting their spirit... what would Spirit be able to sense?

Sky

Spirit could clock that Sky is the first Link based solely on how old his spirit is; he could actually put together the order of the timeline pretty well based on spirit alone, with one except that we'll get to later.

The predominant trait would be the sensation of wind going through his hair

There would also be minor musical elements that sound like harp music to reflect Hylia (The Goddess's Ballad), Zelda (Zelda's Lullaby), and Fi (probably one of Fi's songs)

There would also be traces of the Song of the Hero all over him

Also little zaps of electricity, though none of it hurts

Demise's Curse would also be super fresh on Sky, to the point where Spirit would actually be able to realize that it's a curse and not a normal trait; over time, the curse had gotten so thoroughly woven into the Hero's Spirit that it looks natural

Four

Spirit, taking one look at Four: WHY IS YOUR SPIRIT IN FOUR PIECES WHAT DID YOU DO????

At his core, Four's spirit is like having blackberry jam all over your mouth-- sweet and sticky

There's also a persistent heat from his blacksmithing forge

These two predominant traits are reflected at different levels based on which of the Colors Spirit focuses on

Oh yeah, he can definitely tell that the Colors are there and if he focuses super hard, he can almost hear the internal monologue; mostly he can just get a vague idea of who's in control at the moment without trying

Spirit would also find this super distracting and headache inducing

Time/Mask

Mask's spirit sounds like a ticking clock, but Spirit can't get a good read on that because there are a lot of other spirits from his cursed mask collection clinging onto him that make it hard to find Mask underneath

As addressed in story, the Fierce Deity causes Spirit a lot of pain; basically, the Fierce Deity can tell that Spirit's senses are spying on him and he doesn't like it, so he sends the spirit-equivalent of a noise back at Spirit that causes him a bit of pain

As Mask gets older and becomes the Time that we know in the present day, his spirit changes.

Time has way less spirits clinging onto him; the ticking noise is also far less prevalent

Instead, he's starts to smell more like pinewood and Malon (though, Spirit has never met Malon so he wouldn't be able to identify it)

Other notable traits include Saria’s song, the echoing marble of the Temple of Time, and the feeling of a mask on his face

Twilight

He has used dark magic so much at this point that it’s all over his spirit; at first glance, Spirit would think he’s a dark spirit until he looked closer; the traces of dark magic would probably manifest as tiny black square of Twili magic in Spirit’s vision

Twilight predominantly smells like hay and manure, though it seems to be waning in favor of the sensation of fur covering his skin and the heat of the Gerudo Desert sun

Ilia’s whistle can also be heard, as well as the echoes of Midna’s laughter

There’s also the faint smell of stale wood and alcohol meant to represent Telma’s bar

All of the children of Ordon have also left their prints on him, as well as Epona

Wind

Wind’s version of the Hero’s Spirit feels fresher than everyone else’s, even fresher than Sky’s, though the curse is as old as it’s always been; Spirit would immediately get so confused trying to figure out who’s actually the first in the Chain

Wind feels like a rocking boat; sensing him, Spirits would feel like he’s swaying in tune with the waves

Whatever saltiness from the sea that would be over his spirit is tempered by a far more prominent taste of his grandmother’s soup

There’s a feeling of water on the skin, meant to symbolize the flooding of Hyrule

Whips of tobacco smoke also hover around Wind, representing Linebeck’s smoking (I know he doesn’t smoke in canon, but let me have this)

Legend

You know when you go on a long hike, and when you finally stop to rest at the end, your legs feels like they’re pulsing? That’s what Legend feels like

His love for travel shines clearly through every inch of his spirit, like a huge splash of color, as well as his love for music; Spirit would be able to hear a whole array of music coming from him

There’s also the soft feeling of dragging your thumb over a flower petal, representing Marin; there also a very prominent taste of salt from being adrift at sea

Other notable traits include the feeling of his uncle’s callouses and the feeling of whiskers at his nose for being a rabbit

New Hyrule is the only place in Hyrule that has rabbits, and I have seen at least one person headcanon that Spirit could be allergic to them (if you know who, please let me know); so it would be funny if sensing Legend just makes Spirit break into a fit of sneezing

Hyrule

Hyrule’s fairy magic would tickle so much, and he would sparkle as if he had a trail of fairy dust behind him

There’s also the scent of smoke stuck in the nose from numerous campfires and the feeling of dirt under the nail

There would also be a hot sensation coursing through the blood stream, meant to represent his anxiety over his blood being the thing that could revive Ganon

Hyrule knows a lot of people and all of them are important to him that, from this point, his spirit gets noisy with so many different sensations representing the old man who gifted him a sword, the moblin who befriended him, the woman in the red dress who healed him, the baker who gave him stale bread, the bar tender who laughed at his jokes-- he’s carries every single person he’s met with him

Wild

Wild is weird-- it’s almost like there was two different versions of Hero’s Spirits in him, but one had been written over and was faded to the point of barely being recognizable; Spirit would have to really dig to find out anything about the faded spirit

But Wild as it of course smells like nature, and he also sounds like nature with a quiet ambiance of birds and the breeze

There’s also the feeling of having water stuck up his nose from his time in the Shrine of Resurrection

There’s also the physical feeling of the scars on his body tensing up the skin

There’s the faint trace of the other champions’ spirits that had clung to him for a time, and they all left traces of their respective elements on him

Zelda’s voice can faintly be heard, but no words can be made out

Warriors

I actually can’t tell you more about how his spirit feels because (light spoilers) the way his spirit feels changes later in CTB

So for now all you know is that he feels like a very gentle fire

But I will say that right now, Spirit can smell the inside of the bookstore Warrior’s mother ran, but since he doesn’t recognize it, he doesn’t really notice it

And there you have it! Obviously, these are only rough sketches and I obviously can’t fit everything about each Link on here. If I miss something or if you have an idea, let me know!

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funtimebunnyblog · 4 years

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Diamante d’Italia: Chapter 2

(Chapter 2: Strangers like me, part 1)

Abbacchio wasn't quite sure why he let this kid, this almost complete stranger, tag along with him to Lunch.

Hell, he wasn't quite sure why he didn't even snap at him too harshly for prodding him about Gangs and other shit you were supposed to keep your lips closed about.

He thought back to all the times the dark haired man had prevented him from (rightfully) throttling one of the others (he should just outright say 'Narancia' at this point) and encouraging him to take a "gentler" approach and to "put his anger to something positive".

'Maybe all that time around Bruno is making me soft...' he thought to himself as a deep frown pulled on his face.

The man was indeed the very definition of a pushover who just happened to be wearing expensive Mafioso clothing after all.

Every few minutes, he found himself glancing back over his shoulder to ensure Josuke was still with him.

The Highschooler seemed distracted with every single sight there was to see around him which caused him to lag behind for the briefest of seconds to stare in awe at things Abbacchio didn't seem to find too special.

Josuke stopped completely at one point to watch a street performer squeezing away at his accordion, rich music tugging at the teenagers ears and luring him to stay for a while like a siren in open Seas.

Abbacchio was so very tempted to tell him to get his ass in gear but stopped himself upon seeing that bright starry gleam again in the others eyes as he watched the musician in awe.

Eventually however, they arrived.

Maybe he shouldn't be in such a hurry...

He simply settled for grumbling to himself and standing to watch alongside the punk until he'd had his fill of the performance.

"Libbeccio" was not only a place their Gang frequented, it was an inviting Italian ristorante and Bucciarati's most favorite establishment in the entirety of Naples.

"This is it." He said, looking to Josuke.

"Do they have French Vanilla Coffee?" He asked, giving Abbacchio a very doe-like look.

The teenager was looking the building up and down. One thing he found he liked around here already was the overall architecture of Italy, even on simple buildings like this.

Everything just looked so cozy and yet so fancy at the same time somehow. This little building looked more inviting than anything he'd been to back home in Morioh.

The older man started up the steps and opened the door, heavenly food smells of all kinds wafted out into the street and teased at Josukes nose, even from where he stood out on the sidewalk.

The white-haired man let out a noise that was sounded like the briefest half-chuckle he'd ever heard.

"They got every flavor of Coffee and Tea you've ever heard of."

He just hoped Abbacchio couldn't hear the roar of his stomach over the feint chatter of people.

Gripping his leather bag tighter, he jogged to keep up with his companion once he realized he was standing outside and drooling like a hungry stray dog, following him inside.

The walls were painted a warm yellow that felt like sunshine.

Artwork that looked more expensive than this trip itself along with various plants (he was even more delighted to find they were real, not just cheep plastic) hung in every corner and on every wall.

The floors were dark wood, so very polished and pristine Josuke wondered if they could get away with serving food on the floor if they ran out of plates.

Good grief, how on earth did he manage to pick up another Narancia? And off the streets no less.

"This is so nice, Abbacchio!" He beamed, forcing himself to keep his voice down as he suddenly remembered he was in a restaurant after all.

He broke off into an excited babble, "Are all places here this nice? Where should we sit? You mentioned they have cake earlier. Do we order here?"

He almost facepalmed at the very thought of it.

He supposed however that maybe he'd be excited too if traveling to a foreign country, but that didn't stop him from rolling his eyes through the others excitable narrative.

Abbacchio held up a hand, "Don't worry about it." He said simply. Anything he ordered here the bill was immediately footed to Bucciarati as the man arranged with the business long before-hand.

Josuke dug into his coat, opening his wallet and sifting around inside, already doing some head math as he flipped through his money.

"What are you going to get? I can pay for you--"

To the teens surprise, Abbacchio didn't even wait to be seen to by a waiter. He stood there, blinking stupidly as the man just walked through the restaurant, past tables of people talking and dining, all the way to the back to what seemed like a secluded spot for private parties.

Things like food and drink cost nothing but chump change anyways in the eyes of a Mafioso.

Besides, this kid couldn't possibly eat half as much as Narancia and Mista knawed through during the Gangs mealtimes.

Josuke fidgeted awkwardly, feeling much like he had back in that ally when Abbacchio first made motion to leave, before looking around quickly and trailing behind.

The staff members never questioned those who were close to Bucciarati (he was more like Family to the restaurant rather than just a regular) and they knew Leone quite well at this point, as he had come alone with the man on several occasions apart from their group outings.

So the place just let the gang seat themselves in the "reserved" area whenever they saw fit to come in.

By the time he reached the more private room, out of the view of other patrons, his companion was already seated at a large round table.

"Uhh... am I... allowed back here?" He questioned, peering over his shoulder as if a member of the restaurant staff would grab him like an offending drunk and toss him out the door any second now. "I mean, I understand if you are but... I'm just a tourist..."

"Sooo..." he began, surveying his surroundings. "You said you come here often?"

A smirk pulled at the older mans coloured lips as he leaned back in his chair casually, "You're with me, aren't you?"

A nod, in which he returned in motion to another chair somewhat across from him, a gesture for him to sit down. Josuke complied, ensuring he set his suitcase down where he could see it on the chair directly next to him.

Leone nodded. It was much nicer coming here however when it was just him and another person (that most often Bruno), that way he wouldn't have to blare music in his headphones to block out the screaming war happening between Fugo and Narancia, along with Mistas constant whining.

By now Josuke was observing his new companion on a deeper level. It was weird to admit, but he felt a little drawn to the man. There was just something there that he hadn't noticed before (apart from the implications he was in the Mafia of course).

"Yeah, practically every day. We do.... business here."

It was always pleasant to discuss matters back here anyways, the atmosphere was lovely, the chatter of voices not so very loud and always away from prying eyes.

It was... familiar? Something at least resembling familiarity in his opinion. It was strange but it sort of reminded him of his relationship with his best friend Okuyasu back home in Japan...

"Business, huh?" He gave the Goth a small teasing smile, still testing the waters with him. "You're a real mysterious guy, Abbacchio..."

"Trust me, you don't know the half of it..." he replied, his tone holding just a pinch of the playfulness Josuke had questioned him with.

He huffed at that, another smirk appearing on his face. If only this punk knew just how deep those words could run...

Granted, Abbacchio knew he wasn't exactly considered a "powerful" stand user, but Moody Blues did have its usefulness.

At long last, a waiter appeared and approached Abbacchio as easily as someone would an aquaintence, he didn't even offer the man a menu.

Josukes head spun as Leone switched over to Italian when speaking to him, watching blankly as Abbacchio pointed between them as he spoke.

Now he knew how all those tourists in Japan felt.

He listened to him, absolutely clueless but interested all the same.

The strange words seemed to just roll easily off the others tongue and he found himself mouthing out certain words that stuck out to him, struggling to even get the feel of it right.

'Molto bene, signore Koichi!' He remembered the man praising, making Koichis face absolutely light up.

He had once listened to Tonio and Koichi talking back and forth in the language back home. Koichi was taking a language course of choice that term and decided to try his hand at it, once he learned a few basics, with the only Italian in town.

Tonio was very patient with his friend and only corrected him if he asked, his smile so warm it practically radiated off the mans face at the shorter boys efforts.

He nodded, "Yeah, strawberry's fine." He replied, tilting his head curiously. "What'd you get?"

"I hope strawberry's ok with you." Abbacchios gruff voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he realized the waiter had left.

He should probably learn a proper 'thank you' sometime soon if he was going to be frequently eating in restaurants like this. His Mom made sure he was raised with manners so he may as well put them to use...

Abbacchio would never admit this aloud to him, but he was starting to feel more at ease around Josuke. Despite being near strangers, he felt like he had known him for a long time.

"Tea for me. I ordered that coffee you wanted too." He hummed, leaning back in his chair again.

It was a little late for lunch now, he supposed this would be an early snack for them both as they talked and then he'd order them some proper dinner later on. "There's cake for the both of us, that's the strawberry part."

It was like how he felt about Bruno after just meeting him on that rainy night on the streetcorner some time ago.

This however was only convincing him more that there was more to this kid than met the eye. He was practically convinced he was a stand-user, or maybe one that had yet to be awakened, but he had no idea how to act on it.

How does one casually ask another if they have the ability to manifest their soul into a spirit at will to do anything from kick the shit out of someone to anything else under the sun?

"Ah, awesome!" The highschooler beamed enthusiastically, trying to keep the conversation rolling as he felt Abbacchio staring into him again. "Is the cake good?"

That familiarity was there once more and it was only getting stronger. It was like another prescence entirely...

'Could he be like me?' A voice questioned from the furthest corner of his mind.

And this meant Josuke was about to take a BIG risk.

If Okuyasu had taught him one important thing in the time he'd known him (not to mention all the dumb shit they'd done together), it was to never be afraid to take a risk.

You couldn't win the lottery without buying a ticket after all...

The hairs on Josukes neck stood up as he felt Crazy Diamond materialize itself behind him. He waited with baited breath, keeping his expression as cool and composed as possible.

He kept his eyes on Abbacchio, whose gaze had trailed down to his nails, watching the man purse his violet lips as he tried to pinch off a stubborn hangnail as he spoke.

He was way overdue for a manicure. Maybe he could go get one with Bruno sometime when they both got the chance. Maybe he could even be persuaded to let Bruno pick the colours to go on his nails...

He had to be calm in order for this to work.

'If he can see Crazy Diamond reeling their fist, he'll no doubt react and try to catch it.' He thought, feeling a phantom pull in his right arm as his brightly coloured strand cocked its fist. 'If he doesn't react, I'll just play it cool.'

"It's the best damn cake in town." Abbacchio answered, flicking away the offending hangnail at last, his eyes turning back to the teenager across from him. "At least that's what--"

He froze suddenly, the words dying on his tongue, as his duel-coloured eyes widened in surprise then narrowed quickly.

So he was right. This brat was a stand-user.

Just what did he think he was doing anyways? Was he trying to pull a fast one on him? In a restaurant of all places?

Crazy Diamond released its fist and Abbacchio jumped up from his seat, towering over Josuke.

"Moody Blues!" He said sharply, now fully radiating with a bright green aura.

Josuke could only stare in stunned silence as there came the prolonged beep of a disconnected telephone, a tall mauve androgynous figure appearing by Abbacchios side in an instant.

And for one second, Josuke was afraid he wouldn't be around to try that cake after all...

[To be continued...》

#Diamante d’Italia #josuke higashitaka

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