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[CHANNEL_9] fromis_9 '채널나인' EP58. Spotlighting🎬 Part.1

fromis_9 Lee Saerom, Song Hayoung, Jang Gyuri, Park Jiwon, Roh Jisun, Lee Seoyeon, Lee Chaeyoung, Lee Nagyung, Baek Jiheon

2,824 words (Unedited)

It’s the year 2027.

With the immense attention social media content garners these days, K-pop groups must put out a lot of various kinds of content for their fans to stay in their boat. And as of late, some artists are even resorting to a more risqué and sexual form of media just to stay in the game. The morality and ethics of it is something that shouldn’t be scoffed at, as it has sparked controversy around the industry. Others are in favor of it, while some are against it.

But as time goes by, this venture becomes harder and harder to resist as more and more fans are eating all forms of content… Until their perception of it all becomes grayed out.

Being one of the industry's most revered groups, the members of fromis_9 are just some of the artists who started partaking in more provocative and sensual concepts for their content to provide fans with a more sensual form of fanservice. Their agency has always been reluctant to do so, as they had their reputation to keep up. But with many groups competing for the top spot, these nine girls have to “exploit” what assets they have to push themselves higher in the industry.

As the group delved deeper into this sensual rabbit hole, they made a variety of content that fans will surely go crazy about. From music videos that show their bodies in tight, revealing clothes, and a bunch of photoshoots that would make you blush with the sheer sensuality of the outfits and poses that they had, fromis_9 has gone to the world that only the most daring of groups would dare venture in. And being a part of a group of editors tasked to produce content like this, you often find yourself getting a lot of material to jerk off to from these girls.

To commemorate the group’s 10th anniversary, the company has planned a series of special videos featuring the girls for their ever-loyal fans. And after several passes and editing by the other editors, the videos finally came in your email, waiting for a final review to be conducted by no other than you. The pressure is high, as this could very well be the most successful video project yet. As the last editor to get the content, it's all up to you to give it the final touches and make these videos—12 in total— as flawless as possible. With tissues and lotion just within arm's reach, you start reviewing the footage.

You press play on the first video on the list and the unforgettable intro for their variety series “Channel_9” starts.

The episode begins as the camera shows a large studio complex, almost like the ones they have in other countries where they create live-action films and such, panning through the many large structures and beautiful gardenscapes scattered around the area. It then transitions to a drone shot, where the girls can be seen walking through the complex. They pass by large water fountains and flower patches, all the while showing how nice and beautiful the place is. All of them gasped in awe at the sight of the complex.

“This place looks like a big hotel. They could be hiding the rides in those buildings,” says Hayoung.

Seoyeon chuckles. “You mean a theme park?”

“Ah… Right,” she answers.

You can hear all the girls laughing at that short yet funny conversation.

“Unnie,” says Chaeyoung. “We just visited one recently and you still can’t forget about it.”

“That place was fun, though,” she retorts.

“Yeah. You’re right,” Saerom and Chaeyoung answer, almost in unison.

“Wish we can return to that place,” Jiheon tells everyone.

"Maybe the crew's planning to take us to a theme park," Jiwon tells the group as she looks at the cameraman with a smug look on her face.

Everyone giggles at that.

Gyuri then sighs. "There she goes again."

"Watch it get jinxed," Nagyung adds.

Seoyeon laughs out loud at that. "Her plans never work out."

"Ya!" Jiwon protests, "It'll work out this time. Just watch!"

She looks back at the camera again, nodding as if persuading them to agree with her.

However… She got silence for an answer.

Jiwon playfully sulks, making everyone laugh.

They continue to walk through the complex until they've reached the center of a huge courtyard, where the rest of the filming crew is waiting for them. As they are all getting into their respective positions, you see the members getting excited to start shooting the first episode.

"This will be exciting, hmmm?" Hayoung asks them, looking eager.

"I sure hope so," Jisun replies, smiling.

"Oh, me too," says Saerom.

One of the staff members then began to speak up.

"Hello, everyone," the staff member began, greeting them.

The group greeted her back in unison, bowing their heads.

"Welcome to the country's biggest filming facility," the staff member continued.

"Oh! So this is what it is!" Jiheon gasps.

The camera then pans out in a drone camera, giving the viewers another good look of the entire complex.

"This is probably where they filmed that one train movie I just watched," Chaeyoung says in excitement, her eyes sparkling in awe.

Suddenly, Hayoung yells.

"Ahh! Ahh!"

Everyone looks at her, shocked.

"What is it?" asks Saerom.

Hayoung, still looking shocked, excitedly points somewhere far.

"I… I've seen that bench from my favorite drama show!"

"Really?" Gyuri asks.

Hayoung nods.

The camera then pans over to a familiar bench that looks identical to the one in the show.

"It really does look like that one," Seoyeon says.

"Wow, unnie," Nagyung says. "You do know your stuff."

Hayoung smiles and gives her a thumbs-up.

"Anyway… We have prepared a series of challenges for all of you," the staff member resumes.

Oohs and ahhs can be heard from the girls.

“We call these Spotlighting Challenges.”

Another wave of amazement envelops the group.

Hayoung then raises her hand. “Spotlighting Challenge?”

The staff member nods. “These challenges refer to a study about how people behave differently when they are being watched—be it on camera or in the spotlight.”

Everyone nods at the given explanation.

“Ooh. So that’s why there’s ‘spotlight’ in the name,” Chaeyoung remarks, nodding her head.

“Yeah,” Jisun hears her and agrees. “But we’re definitely used to it by now, right?”

Chaeyoung nods back, laughing. “Yeah. This should be easy for us!”

"Every single challenge has different goals and rules to achieve,” the staff member follows up. “All of you must do your best to complete each challenge."

"I see…" Nagyung replies, attentively listening.

"So where are these challenges located?" Saerom asks.

"Each challenge is located at different areas within the complex. There are nine challenges—one for each member."

Everyone is shocked at the announcement.

"Woah! Nine?" Jiheon exclaims.

"Yes, each member has a unique challenge."

"Unique challenge?" Jiwon asks, her eyes wide in shock. "So we'll be alone?"

"Yes," the staff member nods her head. "These challenges can only be completed individually."

A sudden silence fills the air as they process the information.

"Jeez… This is going to be nerve-wracking," Gyuri mumbles, scratching her head.

"I feel the same," Jiheon tells her, her body shaking in nervousness.

"We know you girls will worry about not having each other by your side," the staff member tells them reassuringly. "But we believe in each of your skills and strengths."

"Thank you," Jisun bows, accepting the encouragement.

"Are the challenges going to be difficult?" Chaeyoung asks, curiously.

The staff member shrugs her shoulders and replies in a soft tone.

“Kinda…”

Everyone then lets out sighs and grunts at the answer.

“Oh dear. We’re done for,” Nagyung frowns.

"But we made each challenge doable for any member," the staff member explains.

Everyone responds with a mixture of relief and determination.

"Well that's good news," she says with a smile.

"I know right?" Jiwon replies, also relieved.

"These challenges will require all of you to be creative. So do your best," the staff member adds.

Those words piqued the girls' curiosity. Some of them begin thinking of what they could mean.

"Be creative, huh?" Saerom asks them, her tone doubtful.

The staff member nods. She follows up with the instructions with a smirk forming on her face.

"And maybe some of your… Physical skills."

A mischievous glint suddenly sparkles in the girls' eyes as they exchange knowing looks.

"Hmmm… I wonder how physical these challenges can get?" Jiwon mischievously suggests with a playful tone.

Her teasing remark sends a wave of laughter through the group, instantly lightening the tense atmosphere.

"Oh, boy. Jiwon's at it again," Hayoung chuckles at Jiwon's suggestive remark.

The group can't help but blush at the playful insinuation.

"Surely it's nothing like that… Right?" Chaeyoung asks, looking dumbfounded at the revelation of their challenges.

The staff member smiles knowingly, making the girls even more intrigued

"Oh, dear…" Jiheon whispers under her breath, her cheeks slowly blushing. "This is going to be interesting."

"Are we really going to do it? Here?" Jisun murmurs, sounding both nervous and excited.

"I guess so," Gyuri responds with a sly grin.

The girls look at each other once again, giggling, as if they're sharing a naughty secret only they know.

"But what do we get if we win?" Nagyung then asks, diverting the topic to their goal.

"We have prepared something for all of you if you win," the staff member replies. "Since there are nine of you, the group will need five members to successfully complete the challenges."

Everyone is intrigued, their curiosity piqued by the promise of a reward.

"What's the prize? Can we get a hint?" Saerom asks, sounding mischievously.

"Yeah! Tell us!" Jiwon follows up, yelling in excitement.

"Jeez, unnie. Tone it down," Chaeyoung playfully berates her.

"Well… Is there anything you girls like?" the staff member asks the group.

Some of the members start thinking of an answer, but the others already have their minds made up.

"An all-you-can-eat buffet!"

"A trip to a theme park!"

"Rent a cinema, maybe?"

"Ooh! Let's go overseas!"

Those are some of the answers the girls excitedly shout out, their enthusiasm shooting through the roof.

The entire staff bursts into laughter at their liveliness and shared excitement.

"I guess we'll have to discuss that later," the staff member says with a smile.

"Alright!" Hayoung replies, pumping her fist in the air.

"I'm actually kinda excited now," Gyuri admits, a joyous look on her face.

"Me too," Jisun adds.

"So please do your best, everyone," the staff member encourages.

Saerom nods, looking determined. "Of course."

The other members nod, too.

The rest of the staff then carries, in front of them, a ballot box. Colorful envelopes can be seen inside the transparent box.

"Wow! So pretty," Jiheon exclaims, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"That's cute," Nagyung agrees, a smile forming on her face.

"Everyone, please take turns drawing an envelope," the staff member instructs, gesturing towards the box.

The girls eagerly step towards the box one by one, reaching into the ballot box. They then head back to their original spots, envelopes in hand, excitement radiating from each of them. Some are careful in picking their envelopes, while some are swift and waste no time… And some play around with their selection.

All the members seem eager to open the envelopes and reveal the contents. But everyone is waiting for a signal, patiently, as their anticipation builds.

"Please remember that you shouldn't reveal the contents of your envelopes to anyone," the staff member reminds them.

Everyone responds in affirmation as they grip their envelopes tightly, excitement and curiosity swirling in their eyes.

"Okay. You can open your envelopes now."

The members rip open their envelopes, their eyes meticulously scanning the contents.

"Oh. So this is just instructions to where we should head for," Chaeyoung asks, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

The staff member nods. "Yes. You will be informed about the challenge once you reach your designated location."

She nods back in understanding. "I see…"

"I hope the missions are fun!" Saerom exclaims with a grin on her face.

"I'm more hoping that they're easy," Gyuri chuckles, crossing her fingers.

"That too!" Saerom adds, laughing along with her.

"Ugh! I'm getting nervous!" Seoyeon whines, hopping from foot to foot.

"Pretty sure you can do it," Hayoung reassures her, giving Seoyeon a comforting pat on the back.

"How cute," Nagyung murmurs, giggling at the two.

"So, is everyone ready?"

Everyone responds in unison, their voices filled with anticipation.

"We're ready!"

"Yes!"

"Let's go!"

"The Spotlight Challenge has started! Again do your best, everyone!" the staff member announces as she cheers them on.

"Thank you!" In response, the girls bowed to everyone in gratitude.

Each member then reviewed their instructions and began looking around, figuring out where to go.

"Hmmm… I guess I should be going here," Jisun muses to herself, reading the directions on her instructions sheet as she walks off.

"Hey, unnie!" Jiheon calls out to her. "Are you going?"

Jisun turns around and nods. "Ah! Uhmm... Yes."

"Wait! I'm coming with you!" Jiheon decides, running up to join Jisun on their journey.

On the other hand, the rest of the group continued to figure out their destinations.

"Well… I think I'm heading this way," Seoyeon says, pointing opposite to Jisun's direction.

"You're heading there, too?" Hayoung asks her curiously, glancing at her own instructions.

Seoyeon just nods with a sheepish smile.

"Yay! Let's go together!" she excitedly screams as she hugs her.

"Hey! I’m also heading there too!" Nagyung adds, joining in on the hug.

As the trio embraced each other tightly, the remaining members were still working out the instructions given to them.

"If this is here, then…" Gyuri mumbles. "Then this one is… Hmmm…"

"I guess I should be going… This way?" Chaeyoung says, scratching her head in confusion as she tries to decipher the instructions.

"Huh? Chaeyoung-ah," Gyuri calls out.

"Yes, unnie?"

"Are you leaving already?"

"Yeah, I think so," Chaeyoung responds, looking unsure.

"Okay. Do your best, then!" she encourages her, waving her hand at her.

"Will do! Thank you!" Chaeyoung replies cheerfully, waving back at Gyuri. "See you later!"

Suddenly, Jiwon appears behind her, as if peeking at her unnie's instructions. Gyuri quickly spots her and hides her envelope, giving Jiwon a playful glare.

"What are you doing?" the older girl asks, pretending to be annoyed.

"What?" Jiwon acts coy, smiling as if she's innocent. "I'm doing nothing?"

"You aren't supposed to peek at my directions," Gyuri scolds her, wagging her finger at Jiwon.

"No, I'm not," she continues her innocent act, blinking her eyes innocently at Gyuri.

But Gyuri sees through her act and playfully pinches Jiwon's cheek.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Unnie!" Jiwon yelps as she feigns pain.

"Come on now, don't be sneaky," she says with a smirk.

"I'm not! Really!" Jiwon insists, rubbing her cheek dramatically.

Gyuri chuckles. "Alright. Where are you heading?"

"I'm heading that way," she points to the huge building behind the filming crew.

"Ooh. That looks big."

"I bet that's the main building."

"Seems like it. Yeah."

Suddenly, Saerom spots the two, approaches them, and joins in on the conversation.

"So, where are you going?" she asks.

Gyuri is the first to answer, pondering her options.

"I think I'll head to that building and ask around," she says, pointing to the same building Jiwon had mentioned earlier.

"Me too," Jiwon adds, nodding in agreement. "I think my challenge is somewhere in that building."

"I see…" Saerom replies, nodding at their answers.

"So where will you go?" asks Jiwon.

"Me?"

The two other girls nod expectantly.

"Same as you two. To that building," Saerom answers, confirming their choice.

"Oh. Then we all should go together," Gyuri suggests with a smile.

"Yes! Let's all go!" Jiwon exclaims excitedly, grabbing onto Gyuri and Saerom's arms.

Now with all the nine members of fromis_9 walking off in different directions, the view then shifts to a drone shot, showing the immense size of the complex, before showing a slo-mo view from each camera team that follows every member towards their respective destinations. Nervousness and excitement can be read on their faces, adding anticipation for the upcoming events.

All of a sudden, a brief montage teasing the future episodes plays. It showcases the members meeting new people, strategizing for their challenges, and lots of pure, unadulterated sex—the girls letting out screams and moans no one has probably heard. Your heart skips a beat as you process what you just saw. Doing sexy projects might not be new to them at this point, but nothing that's as bold and intense as this is.

You can't deny the creeping sense of unease that you're suddenly feeling. Yet, at the same time, it's an undeniable fact that you are getting excited and eager to see more.

Finally, the screen fades out, leaving you excited to review all of fromis_9's thrilling new series.

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Author’s Notes:

I'm back... I guess? 😅 I apologize for the sudden absence that took more than a year. I left everyone without saying a word. And with that, I would like to make up with a huge series starring all of fromis_9.

Yes. Including Gyuri. 🍊

As ambitious as this might be, and given the fact that I'm not the most creative writer with the most amount of creative juice there is, I'm gonna try and sprinkle a few other stories featuring other idols in between... Just to add variety, and to not bore myself (and everyone) with just one group.

And, yes. I know. I still have 6 more Girls' Generations to write a story about. We'll get there when we get there, okay? It'll happen... When it happens. 😂

A huge thanks to @braaan for the poster! You are too kind. 🫂

And with that, thank you very much for reading! 🙇

#smut #kpopfanfiction #kpopfanfic #kpopsmut #fromis9smut #saeromsmut #hayoungsmut #gyurismut #jiwonsmut #jisunsmut #seoyeonsmut #chaeyoungsmut #nagyungsmut #jiheonsmut

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sholangagaga · 9 months

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Wait I thought that everyone knew in canon that Bonnie was decommissioned?

This is gonna be a long answer so I'll put it under the cut. Very slight spoilers to an easter egg in Ruin

Apparently there's some confusion about this in the fandom but to reiterate to everyone who doesn't know; No one knows that Bonnie was shattered and is still within the Pizzaplex

No one.

Not the technicians, not Fazbear Entertainment, not the other animatronics.

To everyone in canon, Bonnie just up and disappeared one day under mysterious circumstances.

But Lonnie! you ask, your eyes innocent and wide. That doesn't make any sense! How could a giant 7ft robot disappear???

Well, according to what we learn in Ruin, he didn't actually disappear. We as the audience know where he is and know what happened to him. Everyone else? They have NO clue.

Your first key in to this is when Gregory first sees Vanny and tries to inform Freddy. To which Freddy responds with There are no rabbits at the Mega Pizzaplex. Not anymore.

We've already seen the animatronics go through hell and back and still be functioning. We've also see how FazEnt is REALLY unwilling to change or fully decommission animatronics because of how much it'll cost unless something impossible to cover up happens (Ie. the Missing Children Incident, The Bite of 83 and The Bite of 87)

As far as we knew, Bonnie hadn't done anything that drastic. None of the Glamrocks have, so what on earth could warrant him not only being fully decommissioned, but also completely wiped from the face of the Pizzaplex?

We get the answer to this question in bits and pieces throughout SB in the form of the dufflebag notices. There are two (three if you're annoying like me) very interesting ones that allude to Bonnie's fate.

Re-Theme, MISSING, and Monty Mischief

What do all of these have in common?

Well, they tell a story, albeit a very patchy one, but a story nonetheless.

Now, its important to note here that while Bonnie was still active (either as a band member or after his retirement) Monty Golf was very much an established attraction. This means that Monty wasn't made or pushed into the Pizzaplex to replace Bonnie outright. He was just another animatronic who spent his time in his own little place and did his own thing.

In Monty Mischief, we learn about how we're to stop Monty.

ERRANT BEHAVIOR REPORT - Monty didn't show up for the main stage performance again. We found him in the same place we always do, the catwalks over Monty Golf. We can't have a repeat of last month. Someone hit the hole in one and the hurricane bucket knocked him down. Both legs were broken and required emergency parts and service work.

Monty heads onto the catwalk every now and then, which is dangerous for him because the catwalks are prefaced by the blasters and Hurricane bucket. So, Monty is in danger of getting whacked off the catwalk and getting damaged.

In MISSING, we get our first clue into what happened to Bonnie on his final night active

SECURITY REPORT - 12:24AM - Bonnie is seen leaving his green room in Rockstar Row heading East towards the atrium. 2:40AM - Bonnie enters the East Arcade. 4:12AM - Bonnie enters Monty Golf.

Now this notice doesn't explain much. But once you look deeper into it, you start to find some odd tidbits within the notice that doesn't make much sense.

At nearly 12:30am, Bonnie left his green room and headed East towards the Atrium (which is the big squarish space in the center of the Pizzaplex) To explain it better cause the map is a big nondescriptive, the Atrium is that huge area with the main stage and all of the tables that leads to each attraction

Bonnie went EAST (or right) from Rockstar Row (which is the area right above the Atrium, where all of the animatronics themed rooms are) So assuming he was standing in his green room and he walked out, he would have walked down the rightmost path, where Roxy Raceway and Bonnie Bowl are located. (On the map, that would be the lefthand side. I know, that's confusing directions wise, but it would have been HIS right being the MAP'S left)

He went towards and entered the East Arcade (which would be Fazcade according to the map. The West Arcade is the Super Starcade)

Now, Bonnie left his room at 12:24 and got to the Fazcade at 2:40. That's almost 2 hours and 16 minutes of movement time.

Now we as the audience know that it doesn't take 2 and a half hours to clear a straight walking path. Gregory (and even Freddy) can clear that distance in less that 30 in game minutes. So what took Bonnie so long?

Normally I would say that maybe he was being stopped by kids or something, but this was well after closing. There shouldn't have been any kids or autograph opportunities, and unless Bonnie was walking at a snail's pace or in slow motion, it shouldn't have taken him so long to get to the Fazcade.

The next time stamp is even weirder. At 4:12am, Bonnie entered the Monty Golf (Directly across from Roxy Raceway on the righthand side of the map while below it is the Daycare)

It took Bonnie an extra 1 hour and 32 minutes to round the rest of the Pizzaplex (assuming he didn't stop and do something in the Fazcade) and end in the Monty Golf. And then from there, the name of the transmission is "missing" and there are no further time stamps, implying that Bonnie never left Monty Golf after that point and there are no further reads on his location.

So, he spent 3 hours and 48 minutes going to two specific points on the map only to vanish without a trace.

The next notice, Re-Theme, we get a bit of the aftermath of Bonnie's disappearance.

MANAGEMENT REPORT - The bowling alley needs a re-theme. While most of the Bonnie art was removed, kids keep asking, 'Where's Bonnie?' Do we have an officially approved response?

This is a notice from management themselves. Apparently, even though Bonnie hasn't been active for a while at this point, there still isn't a company approved response for WHERE he is. Not what happened to him, WHERE he could be. This means that after Bonnie entered Monty Golf according to the timestamp and never left, they must've searched the area and ended up being unable to find him, which led to them quickly changing gears and throwing Monty forward to take over. (Which is another discussion all together, I personally don't believe Monty hurt Bonnie, despite what the game wants you to believe)

In Ruin, we see what became of Bonnie and where he actually was after all of this time.

In the rundown Bonnie Bowl at the end of the alley, there's a sign that fell to block off the pin mechanisms against the alley wall. Deactivating all of the patpats (Wet Floor Signs) in the Ruin campaign will cause the sign to be removed, leading to a little rabbit (haha) hole. Going through the hole leads to a storage/recycling area for the bowling balls (I'm not bowling alley literate, its that machine that catches the balls and sends them back to the sleeve thing near the seating/scoring area so you can get your ball back)

And, laying there amidst the ruined machinery and surrounded by four patpats, is Glamrock Bonnie

He's apparently been there for a while, but he looks relatively untouched from the decay and ruination of the other animatronics (probably because he wasn't moving around and instead was completely stationary) ((some people mention how he seems to be missing his endoskeleton/major machinery but this post isn't about what happened to him/how he was shattered, this is just about his disappearance and subsequent location))

The fact that Bonnie has just been laying here, untouched, his only company being a few bear-eared patpats, means that NO ONE knew he was back here. If the technicians or FazEnt knew he was back here, they would have repaired him. And we KNOW that they could repair him from any state of disarray or damage because we've seen and heard of this happening before (Monty with his broken legs, Vanessa mentioning to Freddy how they can "slap his shell onto another endo" if he keeps misbehaving)

And even if Bonnie couldn't be repaired enough to take the main stage again, they could at least repair his shell or make him a permanent fixture at the Bonnie Bowl and complete retire him without leaving him in the back of a bowling alley to rot away.

Now how he got back there, I've got a few theories but again, that's another post for another day. But it's a bit sad to learn that Bonnie never really disappeared. He'd been injured in some way and went back to his home to basically die, and no one knows what happened to him. Not even Freddy, who loved and misses him so much, who probably would have been so happy to learn that Bonnie was right there the whole time and all they needed to do was repair him

But he doesn't know.

No one knows.

And since that scene is an easter egg and not an actually scripted story event, there's a very good chance that no one will ever know Bonnie's final resting place.

And that's so very sad

#i feel ALOT for this big ass rabbit #i hate how sb did him in #but at the same time im glad we got some form of closure #even if no one else did #god just imagining how freddy would feel #he probably assumes bonnie just left or went somewhere else #he probably never once thought that bonnie was injured or dead #and still in the pizzaplex no less #sad stuff man #fnaf security breach #security breach #fnaf #shoucan says #five nights at freddy's #shooting the shit with shoucan #fnaf ruin dlc #ruin dlc #fnaf ruin #security breach ruin

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justyanle · 1 year

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Can you pls do part to for Spider and reader? I literally can't wait till I read the next chapter!!!!!

Home in the War. [2]

(Spider x F!Reader)

Spider couldn't be more than joyed to finally be with the girl of his life and dreams, though, what you did during a certain festival made him fall deeper down the infinite rabbit hole of your love.

Home in the War. | CH 1

Content Warning: Fluff, Spider is happy finally, Spider x f!Reader

The heart to heart you had just faced with Spider was still laced in your mind, it was hazy - you were feeling fuzzy, dumb even, due to the mutual feelings that were expressed through words exchanged - or even because of a little kiss.

Eclipses, months, have passed ever since that night of endearment that happened with your dear Spider. Since then, the two of you had been walking around the village of the Omaticaya hand in hand, ready to announce to the dozens of your Na'vi friends your new, blooming, and fresh undying love.

They knew that your human bond was closer and stronger than the friendships and relationships of others, they didn't fail to recognize the romantic longing gazes and cheeky smiles you two reciprocated even before you were dating.

By now, they were already growing onto your relationship. Being happy and congratulated, they couldn't help but acknowledge that you seemed like you were hiding something from your beloved Spider.

Them being concerned friends for Spider's relationship, they told their small and dear human friend about their growing suspicion of you, usually starting off with a cautious "Yo, Spider? I know it's not my place to say something but I think your girl's being pretty private from you." to make sure his buttons weren't being pushed at the mention of your gloried name to him and of course, it backfired.

The sun has his moon and of course, the moon has her sun - everybody knew that, and that the moon was ready to give her everything for her sun.

He would always be struggling to keep up with the Sully children despite his strong build whenever they were wandering the woods. He was quick, but not quick enough for the standards of Na'vi, and that was exactly what you were going to fix.

Six years ago, you have begged the rest of the in-closed scientists to add an extra avatar link hidden away in the lab, far away from were the rest of the links were.

It took a lot of persuasion to finally convince the smartasses to add another one, though, they were confused and questioned "Who is this for? We don't have any other person to build an avatar for."

"Oh but we do."

The six years of the developing avatar body had passed like a breezy wind. Your reserved stay in the lab for years was going into pure love and genuineness.

There have been many avatars created since then, ranging from tall and short that were going to be attending at a festival tonight.

The Erox'lam was a festival of celebrating to Eywa your thanks for the people you dear - families laughing and reciprocating warm kisses, handicraft presents to give to your loved ones as a way of showing your endearment, food shared throughout the clan donated by different families to portray the support for the rest of the clan, and last but not least, the festival is a way of showing harmony through the toughest times the clan was facing together as one, it was lovely.

That afternoon, you have been scavenging the needed materials for the Erox'lam festival alongside with Spider.

The clan of Omaticaya already has it's adorable children laughing around and playing, their fellow young friends sharing a heartwarming giggle.

Spider could only watch from afar, fiddling with the leaf in his hand that will contribute as a plate for the feast later tonight. His mouth unconsciously started having it's own accord, moving to let out a noise, "Do you ever wonder what it's like to be like married or something?" a lovestruck tone.

The breath entering your throat hitched and practically got stuck, "I mean - uh- yeah, no doubt. The idea of a marriage in Omaticaya way is sweet," a heat circulating in your red forming cheeks due to the question and casualty, "their culture is beautiful.."

Spider could only snap his head towards your reply, not expecting a genuine answer to his trailed off question.

"Hey, when this whole war is over-" Spider started although being cut off by the current Olo'eyktan and once human, Jake.

"Hey [Y/N], Spider! You gotta start preparing for the festival later, it takes a long time to look like a barbie doll, y'know!"

Toruk Makto's children only appeared a few moments later and strutted to the spot where you and Spider were previously just squatting on.

Before you knew it, Tuk and Kiri already got ahold of you, babbling your ears off endlessly about the upcoming festival and weaved clothing pieces that were soon to be on you.

Looking back at the brothers that had your boyfriend occupied, going the opposite direction, you could only give a sweet toothy sympathetic smile, a grin pasting on his face at the sight of you.

"[Y/N]! You're going to look like a princess!" Tuk cheered, happy at the thought of you all dressed up like all of the other beautiful women amongst the clan.

"Ehh, I'm not sure Tuk, I'm probably just gonna be wearing my usual outfits again, I don't want to draw attention by looking different than I usually do." you whined back, obviously now wanting to be the spotlight of this important festival.

"C'mon, [Y/N]! This festival rarely happens, it's about love! Why don't you want to try and dress up sometimes? Let's go!" Kiri encouraged, rushing to a hut where there were women working on their woven tops and bottoms.

"Here, me and my mother have been working on this top for you." the older girl placed an elegant white beaded top in your hand, a pattern of it being decorated with green vines and a window that would show cleavage.

"But, I thought your mom didn't like me, Kiri?"

"She's warmed up to you because you make us happy, [Y/N]!" Tuk reassured, answering your question directed to Kiri instead, an adoring grin on her face.

"Thank you, guys, this is big help for looking beautiful."

"Oh, and! This is your bottom." The five-fingered teen handed a long white silky fabric into your hands, the silk covering your behind and flowed elegantly at the middle of your front. It's waistband is covered in different hues of father's dangling off of the fabric and around your thighs.

"Oh my.. Guys this is too much to ask for. I can't imagine how long this took." you thanked, inspecting the beauty of the crafted clothing of yours prepared for the festival.

"Just put it on already! I wanna see you shine!" Tuk cheered you on, jumping from excitement at seeing your beautiful figure in a new appearance.

Once you had changed, their jaw practically lost all the muscle holding it up, falling at the new sight of you. Your curves were prominent as the top complimented your chest perfectly, the flowy loincloth sat on the curves of your hips, the silky material following the movement of your body and hips gracefully.

"Holy shit, [Y/N]!" Kiri swore, eyes big and face visibly in shock, having a grip on you and twirling your exposed body.

"You're so pretty, ahh!" Tuk practically fangirling at the sight of your new transformation.

They could only squeal as you laugh at their reaction, pure amusement on your face.

The moment had died down when an unnoticed Neytiri was observing her children, standing outside the entry of the hut.

"O-Oh, Mother! I did not expect to see you so soon, I thought you were helping the elders prepare." Kiri shyly stated, quite intimidated at the sight of her mother seeing her play around with the species her mom hated the most.

"Ah, you and Tuk can be helping your grandmother right now, Ma Kiri." Neytiri notes to her eldest daughter.

"Ah, yes, the feast." she remembers as she walks out of the hut followed by Tuk, them giving you quite a look that yelled 'goodluck!' before leaving.

Neytiri and you are now just alone in the spacious place that stored the clothing of the women in the Sully family.

As you were just about to excuse yourself, Neytiri sighs, her eyes flickering to yours before ushering you to sit beneath the flooring.

Obeying, your body that ranged small compared to hers was sat as she took her own seat behind you, your back facing the Na'vi woman's body.

"Ma child, I know that you are aware of my hatred for sky people," she started, her four fingers combing through your soft textured hair.

"but I have observed that you are a girl of your peace. You make my children happy." she continued, feeling light tugs on your hair due to the braid she was skillfully forming.

"You are a good influence on my kids, [Y/N], your boyfriend though.. tell the impulsive boy that he is reckless."

You giggled, the tone of the Omaticayan woman was stern and strict that was laced with sarcasm. She tried to stifle a chuckle that was close to erupt.

"All I am saying is, Ma child, continue being you towards my kids."

You nodded, keeping an important mental note to make her happy and satisfied with you, knowing her despise for sky people so this was a rare opportunity.

As she pulled away from your now braided hair, it resembles the queue of a Na'vi, the rest of your silky locks only following that loose braid.

"Thank you, I do not know how to make up for this, your work is much better than the style I was about to give myself." you complimented, a grateful and thankful smile placed on your lips.

"Don't be ridiculous Ma child, it's my way of gratitude for being good on my children."

She left the hut with a light feeling on her chest, finally relieved to tell you that she did not have a sour feeling for you.

Strutting to the lab, "Hi, Norm! Is the link stabilized to be used for later?" you asked, preparing the gift for someone.

The scientist's ears perked at the noise of his daughter figure making sure this gift that was planned for years was okay. He nodded and gave a toothy beam followed by a teasing "Also, kid, you look great! Sure that little boy of yours is gonna be head over heels in love with you again."

"Stop, he's gonna be completely fine. It's just me in other clothes, Norm." replying with a sarcastically tired sigh.

Looking over at the blue body that laid on the bed from the other room where a window was placed to see, his features were exactly like the boy you had grown to fall for over and over again.

The eyes that were already twinkling, the nose similar to a feline's nose, lips still as plump and soft like the last time you kissed him that night, you hoped he would do it again.

Giving one last prideful glance at the body, smiling.

You had fixed up your appearance before navigating for where the Sully sisters could be spotted.

A'last, your search for the Sully sisters had ended as you joined the two girls who were now dressed differently from earlier.

"Tuk, Kiri! Hey!" you greet the tall Na'vis, twinkles of toothiness shared on each one of your faces.

Chatting along, the horn has finally made its announcement of its beginning, rushing towards the crowd that circled the light of heat.

The festival was now starting, the dozens of Na'vi surrounding a fire to light up the nights of Pandora.

A sacred prayer was being led by Tsahik Mo'at, a prayer for endearment, care, and tranquility for the clan.

As the rest of the clan was chanting along Mo'at's voice, the energy of Eywa currently spreading across the air of Omaticaya.

Eyes closed, chanting the feeling of completion amongst the Omaticaya, it was grace and beauty.

Ending the call of Mother, your eyes finally opened to a scenery to behold.

Him.

It's almost like he has the ability to make the concept of time stop in his hands every time.

The feelings of red blooming in you, red cheeks, red ears, and red roses, the flower of love.

His irises were only two but could tell thousands, each eye only told the story of you in his mind. Just you.

The view you are facing now has his body cleaned from the blue paste applied to imitate the stripes of a Na'vi, dreads now tied in a way it complimented and proudly display his face, the usual loincloth he wore now being replaced by a white texture that imitated yours.

Oh my Eywa.

Rushing over to him, not even bothered to give attention to the tenths of Omaticaya boys looking at your beautiful figure, and of course, Spider was one of them.

He looked as awestruck as you were on your sudden transformations.

"I am so lucky to genuinely call you mine, [Y/N]." he admired, giving your body a twirl, the silkiness of the loincloth hanging low from your hips trailing the motion of your movement.

"I could say exactly the same for you, Spider."

Thus, the beat of Erox'lam finally started. He could only lace your oh so delicate fingers with his as he pulled you onto a spot.

"Oh no, no, no. Spider I don't dance, you knew that ever since we were young." you protested, trying to oppose the forceful pull Spider was doing.

"Please? Give me this one chance, [Y/N]." he begged, eventually letting out a sigh of defeat and now interlacing your delicate hands against his veiny and calloused ones from the physical activities he performed in the nature of Pandora.

Both of your bodies were now moving delicately but still stern, following the upbeat rhythm of the clan's music that is adored and danced to by many.

Almost like it felt like that night all over again, not only being engulfed in the endless love from Spider but the love of the clan emitting all around.

"It was not just a coincidence when I asked if you thought of marriage, [Y/N]. I know our night is young and new but my feelings have been waiting for thousands."

You didn't know that Spider could be as poetic as this, coming from such a reckless and unserious boy was rare - this is how you knew all of this was genuine, genuine passion. Genuine love.

"This clan is our family, Spider - but my home is still you."

It's like tsahelyu is made without a queue, such a spiritual bond of desire and passion done with the spirit in your eyes.

Pulling away from the boy holding you dear to him, "Spider, there is something I have been wanting to show you for years, come." trying to lead him away from the crowd of tall Na'vi riding their bodies to the wave of music.

He could only nod, a strong arm snaking around your exposed waist, a shiver running down your spine at the contact of his skin on yours.

As he saw that you were heading to the lab, he was puzzled. "[Y/N], why are we here? Everybody else is at the fire." he questioned, unsuspecting of the reason.

"You'll know." you replied, typing into the door of the room - the one that seemed like one that Spider could never enter in.

"But, you told me to never enter? Why are we here?" the poor boy asked again, more than lost at the event tuning out right before his eyes.

At last, the door opened to behold the glory of a-

Link?

No, no, he knew a link wouldn't be there without the body of an avatar. Could this be what he was possibly thinking? He surely was losing his mind wasn't he?

"Oe kaltxí si nga nìltsan Erox'lam, ma Spider." (I greet you well Erox'lam, my Spider.)

His eyes searched for the body, scanning further into the brightly lit lab and -

There it was. There he was.

A version of his already toned body into a blue and tall one, the face replicating his, the body that were now collaborated with cat-like features. Bigger and rounder eyes, a nose sculpted flat, yet it was definitely him.

The hair of the body that was not even close to similar to Spider's current hair was long, smooth like silk soaring through winds or rather, water.

"But [Y/N], it takes years for an avatar body to develop, does this mean-" he started but immediately getting his sentence interrupted by the lines of "Yes, Spider.. I have asked the scientists to make you one ever since we were 10,"

"I was young, but I knew my heart well."

Tears were practically building up into his doll-like eyes, the one you fell for every single time. Sure, he was partially crying because of the fact he finally received the gift he desired for years, but he knew you were more special, the one he desired the most.

"I will love you until the whole reality collapses, [Y/N]." he sniffled, a deeply sentimental emotion settling into his chest. He knew it. It would be you all along.

"Ah! My Spider, don't cry.." you rushed to his taller figure, your hands were now placed on both sides of his cheeks, wiping away the crystals graceful trickling down his face.

He could only smile, he couldn't believe it. "Let's get you into the link." you insisted, guiding his body into the capsule.

As he laid, he could only watch you delicately, your effortlessly breathtaking view was like a drug for him.

Pushing him down, his head rose, observing you. It was now only sinking into his chest that he had an avatar, the thrill traveling all around his body, a toothy smile was now on display.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shi-"

"Shut up, Spider." you laughed and pushed his head down, pulling down the following metal that would encase his body.

"Think blank, Spider. It would be easier to transfer your mind into the brain of the avatar and bring it consciousness." reminding him, a tone that would engrave in his head.

"How could I think blank when all I could think of is you?" he flirted, obviously not taking a new step of his life seriously.

"Spider!" smiling at your boyfriend's immature and flirty antics.

What you did next was not expecting for him, a quick peck with a red hue on your cheeks.

"Bye, darling!" you farewelled, now putting on a lab coat, heading over to where avatar Spider now laid, his eyes were sensitive to the bright light, squinting as he tries to cover them.

Holding a clipboard and pen in your hand, "Spider, can you try to move your fingers for me?" you requested, readying your notes for the upcoming behaviour of his.

Like requested, he brought his now blue and large hands up to his face, thick and veiny fingers now displayed in front of his features.

You nodded, taking down notes and going into the next procedure, "Okay, you're doing good, next I want you to wiggle your toes and try bending your knees."

Your words basically went through one ear and left the other, he was still admiring his hand, that was now unconsciously moving onto your face that scaled smaller compared to his now big hands. He could only pat your head gently and cup your cheek, thumb grazing over your features, his face portraying an emotion of admiration.

Baffled as you speak "Spider, what the hell are you doing?", questioning his sudden action that did not follow your directions.

"You're beautiful."

"Spider.."

"As a human or as an Avatar, [Y/N], my love for you will still be bigger than what my heart can hold."

a/n: SOSOSOSOksoaoso AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I FINALLY FINISHED THIS AFTER THIS ASK HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG LIKE GENUINELY SO LONG, I WANTED TO PUT AVATAR!SPIDER ON THE DESCRIPTION BUT IT WOULD RUIN THE SUPRISE 😭

it took so long to do this because i was thinking of how to do a plot for home in the war for the LONGEST time, i hope this was good enough lmfao my reqs open my babes i hope this blog doesnt flop bruh

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Behind The Old Oak

I completely fault @marvelmusing for pushing me face first down this rabbit hole and hopefully I can now stay out of it (read: I will be immediately pushed back in by the next moodboard she makes)

Pairings: none Warnings: I couldn't really find any, but lemme know if I was wrong and I'll tag it Wordcount: 5327 (I hate you (affectionate))

A/N: If the turning of event feels rather sloppy, I am sorry, I wrote this to get it out of my brain and it seemingly has abandoned litterally any sense for good continuity on this one

Taglist: @kalondarling @ramadiiiisme

The heat of the summer sun beat down on you as through the wide garden of your uncle's estate, fleeing from your shouting nanny after you'd been caught with different kinds of paint all over your new dress.

You laughed as your legs covered the grass field that led to the old woods and the old, hollow oak you loved to hide in.

The shadows from the thick canopy brought some much welcomed shade, soothing the burning heat on your skin as your legs found their way to the trusted oak.

Climbing in was never a problem for you, the opening wide enough that you could practically fall into it.

Backing into the tree you carefully listened for your nanny's footsteps. The tree was always deeper than you remembered, but when you felt something poke into your back, you froze in fear. Had someone discovered you? Were you going to be kidnapped? Or would you just be murdered here, where no one would ever find you?

When you realized that the only thing poking into your back were simple branches, you relaxed a little, immediately wondering what they were doing on the inside of the tree. Pushing them aside, you found more and more and the further you went into the weirdly forested inside of the oak, the more you forgot about your nanny, who was still chasing after you for the paint splatters on your dress.

After what seemed like forever, the trees obstructing your way suddenly parted to reveal a beautiful meadow in the middle of a night covered forest and in the middle there was a single street lantern. No road or communication device had been put next to it and little vine sprouts had started to curl themselves around the foot of the pole.

"A lantern in the middle of a forest. whatever could be the purpose of this?" you mumbled to yourself as you let your fingers glide over the cold, painted steel.

Throwing a look back a the few trees that covered the entrance of the old oak to check if someone was coming after you, you were relieved to see the branches unmoving from anything other than the gentle breeze that had picked up.

Your gaze snapped to your left side as a branch broke under someone's foot, but there was no one to be seen.

You let your hand slip from the lamppost as you carefully made your way towards the sound.

"I know you're there," you called, "It's okay, I won't hurt you." There came no response from the bushes you'd heard the branch snap, but you made your way forward anyway. In between the leaves of the bush you found a little boy, shaking like he was about to say his last prayers, his eyes full of fear as he looked at you. "I'm not gonna hurt you," you gently repeated as you sat down next to him, holding up the palms of your hands to show him you had no ill intentions with him. "What's your name?"

The boy shook his head at your question, seemingly refusing to speak a word with you and for a few moments you simply sat next to each other in silence, only the nightly sounds of the forest surrounding you.

"Sooo... do you want to tell me what you're doing here? A boy like you shouldn't be out here on his own at night."

At your words, his expression changed from fear, to confusion. "You don't know?"

"What should I know? I know that it is very late at night and that boys like you shouldn't be wandering about spying on strangers. Especially not a this hour."

"You mean you don't know who the Darkling is?"

"What? Darkling? No... I mean, who he is he?"

"He is the one that has kept it dark here for nearly four hundred years now," the boy explained with a small voice. "It has been night here for so long and no one has been able to defeat him. There was a prophesy saying someone could, but people have long since given up on that hope."

"Prophecy?"

"There was a telling of a Grisha who could summon the sun. That they would unite the Ravkans and lead us into battle against the Darkling."

"This shit's getting weirder by the minute," you muttered to yourself as he explained it.

"But ever since he plunged Ravka into an eternal night, no one has ever seen a sun summoner... Most of us try to drive out the dark by making as many lights as we can, but it is hard. The sky is always dark. Somedays I wish I knew what the sun looked like... to feel the warmth of it on my skin."

You hummed in agreement. You could only guess at what the poor boy was feeling. To never know what the summer sun felt like, or the cold light in the winter, the soft and gentleness of it in spring. To not know the sun at all.

"If- if you don't mind me asking though... what exactly is a... Grisha? If I am even saying that correctly."

The boy pondered over that question, looking for the words and the simplest explanation and after a few minutes of silence he seemed to have come with an answer as you watched his expression change from a deep wrinkle to utter delight.

"A Grisha is someone who practices the small science."

"Science?"

"No. The Small Science."

"What is the difference?"

"I don't know exactly... I'd have to ask my sister, she's an Inferni. Someone who can summon fire," he adds when he sees your confused expression. "Saints, you really don't know a lot, don't you? That's okay though, I am sure my sister would be happy to explain the Small Science to you. She absolutely adores it when she can talk to people about her fire. C'mon, I'll take you!" He said as he excitedly pulled you up from your spot in the bushes.

"Now hold on a second buddy, I don't even know your name? And neither do you know mine? And now you want to take me to your families house? Don't you think you're going a little too fast here?"

"What is your name then? Mine is Pasha," the boy chittered as he started to drag you along to what seemed to be a path between the trees.

"Lisa," you lied, not exactly sure about the boy's intentions, or that of his family as he led you along a winding forest trail, further and further away from the safety of your oak.

While you walked the boy chatted your ears of about random things that had happened recently and you nodded along, as if you were understanding what he was saying and after what seemed like forever, the trail became a road and not much further laid a brightly lit, little village. Just like Pasha had told you, the people did everything to drive out the dark as you looked in awe at the many lanterns that hung over head, while just as many lined the sides of the houses as people shuffled about their business, barely sparing you and Pasha a glance as you made your way through the sea of people until someone called his name.

Next to you the little boy froze as if he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar as he looked in the direction of whoever was shouting his name.

From the crowd, a frail looking girl emerged that looked like she couldn't be much older than him and without hesitation she grabbed the boy's hand, only stopping when she noticed you.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Lisa," you said with a soft smile, "I am assuming you are Pasha's sister?"

"I am," the girl said warily, "what were you doing with Pasha?"

"I found him in the forest, decided that I should maybe bring him home." It was only half the truth, but both you and Pasha seemed to agree that was enough.

"Oh, well then... could I maybe invite you over for dinner? Mom's making mashed potatoes, with meat and salad."

"Perhaps... let's get you two home first. How about that?"

The house were Pasha and his sister --who's name you learned was Luda-- lived, was a little on the edge of the town but no less beautiful, nor was there a lack of any lights as Luda knocked on the door before opening it.

"Mama, we're home!"

From the floor above you, you could hear stumbling and a short, stocky woman made her way down the stairs to greet her two children, fussing to Pasha about how he shouldn't go out to play so close to dinner and thanking Luda for going after her brother, falling still when she got to you.

"I found Pasha in the woods, a little lost. Figured I should bring him home, so... Perhaps I should be going," you explained before she could even ask.

"Please darling," she began, "at least stay for dinner then, it's the least we can do to thank you for bringing our little boy safely back home."

"Only if it is not too much trouble," you weakly protested, already having decided that you wouldn't pass up a free dinner and when their mother pushed again, you relented as she went into the kitchen to prepare a meal. As she did so, Pasha dragged you towards another room that seemed to be made of scorched metal.

"Polina?" the boy called, "I found someone who wants to talk about your fire!" There came no answer from the girl and Pasha carefully entered the room further, clearly looking out for something as he ducked at nearly every little sound.

Polina turned out to be somewhat older than her two younger siblings, but she too, looked like she'd be knocked over by the slightest windfall, but her talk was no less passionate because of it as she showed you all kinds of fire and different burns. It was needless to say that you were absolutely fascinated by the way she could conjure flames from nothing --well, not nothing, she ignited the chemicals in a bubble of air as she explained it to you-- and she showed you a few of the inventions she'd so far unsuccessfully, been working on.

Time flew by and soon enough their mother was calling out for dinner. All of them seemed to devour it as soon as it had been put in front of them, as if they didn't know when their next meal would be.

You talked and chatted with them well until the late hour, when you decided, that perhaps you should go back home.

"Will you come visit us again?" Polina asked from her place under the blankets as you made for the door, accompanied by their mother.

"I'll... I'll see if I can make time somewhere, okay?" you said carefully, not wanting to make a promise you couldn't keep.

"Be safe out there! Don't let them catch you!" Luda and Pasha called after you as their mother closed the door behind the two of you.

"Catch me? What are they talking about?" you chuckled, half imagining adorable little creatures trying to lure you into the night as you stared into the distance, the forest looking ominously over the little town.

"The Darkling's men," the mother sighed as she rubbed her hands over her apron, quickly looking around as to make sure no one is listening. "Sometimes they make patrols... and they take people from their homes. Most of them turn up in a daze several days later, but those who don't... We can only hope the Saints took mercy on them and welcomed them in their arms. If we don't pray for their safety, we can at least pray for their quick and painless death."

"If you look at it that way... yeah I suppose."

"Do you know the way home? I'd give you a lantern, but at this hour it would be safer for you to travel in the dark."

"I'll manage, as long as I can find the lamppost," you said easily as you tried to make out the path in the dark, still half blinded from the lights around the house.

"Then I will pray for your safe arrival, and may the Saints protect you."

With a thank you and a bow of gratitude, you made your way through the main street and soon enough the leaves and branches that had fallen onto the trail were softly crushing under your feet.

You tried your best to remember down which path Pasha had led you, occasionally stopping to look at your surroundings, and deciding to go one way, or to turn back after a little while and take the other. It took you about the double amount of time to get back to the lamppost than when you had walked to the town with Pasha, but when the light of the lamppost finally came into your view you were more relieved than you wanted to be. The trees from which you came were easily identified and you pushed your way through them.

The daylight that fell into the old oak through the thick canopy had you momentarily squinting your eyes as they got used to seeing daylight again. The shouts of your nanny were now considerably closer than when you had entered the tree.

Which either meant that barely any time had passed in the hours that you'd spent with Pasha's family, or that you had indeed been gone for hours and that you know would have to deal with an even more pissed nanny than usual. But as she shouted for you to come out of whatever hiding place you'd found this time to get the unintended colors out of your dress, you figured time had barely passed.

You waited until she was well out of earshot when you finally got out of your hiding place and made a break for the mansion. Once back inside you quickly locked the door to your room and changed into another dress, a much more comfortable one than you had been forced to wear as you picked up some needling work as you waited for your nanny to return from her search for you.

The following week you tried to focus on your school work, but the image of the the three pale and weak looking children wouldn't leave your mind. So when the opportunity finally came you snuck into the kitchen to prepare a picnic basket which you filled with everything from little pastries to some fruit salads.

The trek to the old forest was longer now that you had to haul quite a heavy picnic basket with you, but when you finally reached to old oak, you knew something was wrong.

Hiding the basket in the hollowed trunk you quickly pushed your way through the pricking branches, ignoring how they were pulling at your dress, threatening to even rip it in some places. The lonely lantern stood still shining in the meadow as you came out from the trees, the vines at its foot no longer than when you'd first come here. Your feet easily found the path Pasha had taken to lead you to the village he lived, your eyes seeing more in the dark than they had previously.

The light of the village soon came into view and you sped up, the dread that was forming in your stomach growing only becoming stronger the closer you came. Your heart plummeted into your stomach when you saw a giant black carriage stand in the middle of the main road.

You knew without a doubt that it was the Darkling's carriage, the heavy black a stark contrast to the bright town around it and you wondered whatever could have summoned him to a hamlet like this. Surely there was nothing interesting for him to find here, right?

Trying to make as little sound as you could, you snuck around the town towards the house you knew Pasha lived, only to find a man clad in black to be standing in front of the door. From where you were standing you couldn't hear what he was saying, but you couldn't imagine they were pleasant words. From the backside of the house you could see Pasha and Luda carefully climb out of the window, helping Polina who had a little more trouble with coming down. They didn't notice you as they quickly made for the thick bushes and you decided to follow them. Hoping you'd avoid the man clad in black if you did.

It took you a few minutes to pick up on the path they'd taken but soon enough you were catching onto them and when you were close enough you quietly called their names.

"Lisa! What in the name of the Saints are you doing here?" Luda said in a whisper as if she was reprimanding you.

"Thought I'd come back, give the three of you a picnic," you said, keeping our voice as low as hers.

"Picnic? Wa's that?" Pasha asked curiously, his voice slightly louder than yours but in the quietness of the forest it seemed far louder, the sound making your stomach twist.

"I think it has something to do with food," Polina whispered, "but I am not sure."

"If you can lead me back to that lonely lamppost where I found you Pasha, then I'll show you, okay?"

The boy nodded excitedly as he took the lead, leading the three of you down different winding paths until you were once again standing by the lantern. From there you lead the three kids into the patch of trees you'd come from, the picnic basket still sitting where you left it.

"Why is it so bright here?" Polina asked as she shielded her eyes from a few sunrays that had made its way into the oak.

"Because of the sun."

"Sun? You people have sun here?!"

"Yup," you said as you strained to get the heavy basket off of the floor. "Don't worry, we won't be going into direct sunlight, I won't do that to you."

You finally managed to swing the basket out of the tree and curiously the three siblings followed you, careful not to stray to far from you as they were in awe of how bright and colorful the world around them was.

"So," you said as you put the basket down to unpack it on a fairly clean spot, "why was the Darkling at your house anyway? It isn't like you have a big town with a lot of resources."

"Papa is an amplifier," Polina said as she reached for one of the strawberry pastries, "guess he is looking for more Grisha again to strengthen his ranks."

"So that's why you three fled the house?"

"We did."

"I think Luda is Grisha too, but we don't know for sure and papa refuses to check it," Pasha said as he loudly munched on muffin.

You looked at Luda with renewed interest and you noticed that out of the three of them, Pasha seemed to be the healthiest one.

He also seemed to be the one with the most appetite as he devoured muffin after muffin, while Luda and Polina ate much slower and much less.

"Is that why the both of you look so frail? because you're Grisha?" you asked but Polina shook her head.

"Well no, but also yes... a Grisha's powers are also a source of life for them, using them keeps us healthy, to an extent, and it stretches our lifespan. We live far longer than ordinary people, but from what I have heard it can be more of a curse than a blessing."

"Ever since the Darkling took the throne, very few have been using their power, afraid of being drafted into the Grisha ranks."

"If you could use your power freely, what do you think you'd be doing with them?"

"Work on my inventions with a Fabrikator. There's only so much I can make work as an Inferni without the help of one."

"I want to be a Tailor like miss Safin," Luda said confidently as she laid onto her back to take in the warmth of the sun on her face. "Let people see their own beauty."

"She works with the Darkling and you want to be like her?"

"Pasha. No," you said sternly, hoping the boy would back down from his defense.

"It is not like it is my fault that she's the only Tailor that has existed up until now. I just want to change that."

"So you fall into the category of the.... Corporalki if I am correct?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I can drain the color from someone's hair, but so could a Fabrikator, or with a lot of training and knowledge, an Alkemi. The only thing I know for sure is that I am not a summoner."

"That seems fair... Do you know how to find a heartbeat? Without touching someone I mean, then maybe we can rule out the Durast category. I mean, nothing ventured, nothing gained."

"Lets see..." She kept laying on the ground with her eyes closed as she made some gestures with her hands you didn't understand. "I can find the color of your hair, that of the basket and the leaves surrounding us, but no heartbeats."

"So maybe you're a Fabrikator."

"You think?"

"I mean you tried to look for heartbeats, but instead you found pigments," Polina teased.

You chuckled. "You two are making me wish I was Grisha. Change the world around me while I never have to touch anything. Sounds so cool..."

"It takes practice though, took me a long while before I could consistently summon my flames."

"What do you think you would be?" Pasha asked you as he went for the last of the strawberry pastry, clearly enjoying that he could gorg himself on all the food you'd brought.

"Hmmm, I think...maybe an Inferni, or a Fabrikator? Heartrender sounds cool too."

"Not a Tailor, like miss Safin?"

"I've never cared much for appearance honestly, so no."

"What if you were the sun summoner?" Polina speculated as she worked away the last bit of her pastry.

"I'm not much of a leader Polina. I'm just a merchants daughter. I can't run a company, let alone lead an army. But say that I were, what use would it have? You said yourself that it takes time to master it. You people have been waiting for a sun summoner for so long; I don't think I'd be able to keep it hidden until I am ready for anything."

"Yeah, the Darkling does seem to have eyes everywhere these days... Do you think he's afraid? That he knows one day, sooner or later the sun summoner will take his throne?"

"Who's to say? We can't read the man's mind and none of us have ever spend enough time in his vicinity to figure it out. Not that I particularly want to. For all I care he just drops dead one day. As long as we get to see the sun again," Luda said as she sat up to grab one of the muffins that were left. "And hey, we could always conduct our own test to see if you're the sun summoner. Like you did with me."

"All I did was make a suggestion, but okay. You want me to do it with my eyes closed as well?"

Luda nodded and you closed your eyes, trying to focus on the rays around you and you found it easy to pick a few out without actually seeing them, but when it came to drawing the light to your hands, you found you didn't have much success.

Yet when you opened your eyes, you found the three siblings to be staring at you in awe.

"What are you looking at? Please tell me nothing happened. Right?"

"Nothing happened?!" Pasha exclaimed. "You held the sun in your hands! The sun! In your hands!"

You looked at Polina for confirmation and she nodded. "I mean... it was fizzing in and out of existence, yeah, but it was definitely there."

"Well shit..."

"We promise we won't tell anyone," they all said nearly in unison, panic written all over their faces.

"Hey easy, it is okay, as long as no one but the four of us know, I should be able to get some decent practice in, right?"

“I guess...” Luda said as she looked you over with new found wonder. "Well, one thing I know for certain, he won't know about any sun summoner from me."

Pasha and Polina agreed wholeheartedly, and as you watched the sun, you noticed that it was almost sunset and you realized you should probably get them back home.

"Well, we could always figure the rest of my abilities out at another time, because I think it would be time to return you home. Your mother will probably be worried about where you are."

"Probably, depending on how long we have been away. Can't be more than a couple of hours, right?"

"Who knows," you said as you started packing the basket again, significantly lighter now that nearly all of the food was gone, "I thought the same when I was in your house for the first time, but it almost seems like time is different where you three come from. Though that still doesn't take away that I should probably get you home."

"But I like it here!" Pasha protested, without much success.

"I know, but I think your mother would also be very glad to see you haven't fallen into the hands of the Darkling. And of course you could always come back to this forest."

There was an annoyed huff, but he seemed to settle with your answer.

"And maybe Luda and Polina could practice with their powers here. There's no Darkling here to be afraid of, though you might want to watch out for my uncles gardener. He's not very fond of kids."

The girls laughed, but nodded at your advise and you could sense that Polina would definitely be coming around more on your side of the oak as you watched something spark in her eyes.

"Let's go find your mother, shall we?"

During the walk back to the town you felt tense. Your near encounter with the Darkling coming back to you the closer you got to the town as Pasha skipped back and forth between a few meters in front of you and back. You wondered if you would encounter the Darkling again, having been away for so long. You hoped you wouldn't, not particularly keen on having another run in with a known dictator. Even if the first time had only been from a distance.

You found the house just as the four of you had left it behind, but the eerie silence that hung around it put you on edge.

The crack of every branch under your feet felt like a clap of thunder rolling through the sky as the brightly lit building came closer with every step.

"Don't ask me why, but I am getting a bad feeling here. Something isn't right. Everything is far too quiet."

"You're right."

"Maybe everyone is just asleep," Luda tried hopefully, but it was clear she felt the same uneasiness as her sister.

The curtains in front of the windows were drawn, giving away no sign of life or indicators of distress, and no matter how much you wanted to turn around and run, you couldn't. You needed to make sure these kids would be safe where you dropped them off.

Knocking on the door three times in rapid succession, you motioned for the siblings to seek a hiding place.

There came no answer.

You knocked again as you heard their quiet footsteps disappearing behind you. "Hello? Someone home?"

The other side of the door remained silent. Testing the doorknob, you noticed it wasn't locked. Your insatiable curiosity killed enough of your fears and wariness that you turned it, opening it to reveal the house in a darker state than you ever thought it could be with the lights that were hanging just above the windows.

Then your eyes were drawn to the three people in the living room. One of them was a thinly build man, dressed in what you imagined the crossing between a farmer and a clerk to look like. His baggy blue overalls full of dirt and grass stains hanging over a crinkled plain, black dress shirt over both which hung a brown suit jacket that looked like it was sagging off of his shoulders at its own will.

The other two men were dressed in far finer clothes and despite the fact that you couldn't see any weapons, you knew they were far more dangerous than any person your father and uncle had ever warned you about. The one furthest away from you was dressed in a red that seemed to resemble blood in the low light inside the house. The black embroidery crawling like geometric tendrils over his chest and wrists and seemed to wear his scowl like a permanent feature as he kept staring at the man in front of him.

The other one, who now had his gaze fixed on you, was dressed in a black so deep you thought he was barely real.

"I am so sorry. I- I didn't- I didn't mean to interrupt anything..." you stuttered as you tried to back out of the barely opened door, only to find your legs unwilling to cooperate with you.

"It's alright dear," the thin man said, "please come in." His voice had a strange softness to a heavy hoarse that got right under your skin. He was clearly trying to sound comforting, but the only thing that went through your mind was how you wanted to run.

Yet your legs betrayed you once again as they guided your body into the dark space, carrying you to the middle of the room. You crossed your arms as the two men stared at you. As if they weren't quite sure what to make of you.

"Have you ever been tested?" The man in black asked, his voice deeper, far less hoarse and far steadier than the one opposite of him.

You knew he probably meant for your Grisha abilities, yet the contrarian truth slipped past your lips before you could stop it. "I was tested when I was six, but it turned out I was completely ordinary."

The man hummed and you could feel your heart hammer in your chest as you desperately wanted to get away from the situation, yet your body seemed to have abandoned all obedience to you as you simply shifted your weight from one leg to the other.

“Well I would just like to make certain," the man said a he stood up and despite the little height difference between you, he still managed to tower over you as you suddenly felt very small under his attentions.

The touch of his skin on yours and the power surge that followed was electrifying and you could feel that whatever hid within you, was trying to find its way out. To the one that was calling it.

You tried you best to suppress whatever power was trying to rise to the surface.

You could not let them find out. They could not know. You needed more time. Yet the longer the calling went on, the more you struggled to keep the flow of power under control. When something sharp pierced the skin of your forearm the flow beat out of the few restraints you had on it, finally freely rushing to the surface as you felt nothing but terrified while a sharp sun beam pierced the night.

#the darkling #darkling au #shadow and bone au #narnia #narnia au #shadow and bone #general kirigan #aleksander morozova #aleksander kirigan

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plaindangan · 7 months

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Kinktober - Day One

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not read!

Kinktober - Day 1

Pegging.

“S-so…you got this idea from Sakura?” When Hina had suggested spicing up their bedroom life, Makoto was on board. If it made Hina happy, and there was a chance both could find something new to enjoy, than he would be glad to go along with just about anything.

“Yeah!! She and her boyfriend do this all the time! Says it's like a healthy workout mixed with pleasure that both really love? I wonder if we can be like that!!” she said enthusiastically. By now, both were gathered in Hina’s room and Makoto found himself bent over her bed with his surprisingly perky ass pointed straight at Hina.

“I-I get that it’s just…”

“Huh? Something wrong, ‘Koto? She asked, not realizing the ‘elephant’ in the room. Or should it be the size the ‘elephant’ that was issued?

“It’s just…was that the only spare strap-on Sakura had?” Makoto asked a bit nervously. Looking back at it, he could say a dark blue, lubed up strap-on, that looked to be at least seven inches long and very thick.

“I mean…there were others, but they were, like, totally bigger than this one. Talking gigantic here!! I guess Ken really likes the ‘bigger challenge’ when it comes to being pegged, huh? But don’t worry!! I’ve looked things up, I’ll be super gentle with you! Leave it to me~” said Hina enthusiastically. So much so, Makoto’s nerves began to fade. Yeah, perhaps he should just leave it to Hina! I mean, what could really happen?

…In hindsight, Makoto should have realized that when he put the fate of his ass with a competitive jock-type girl, things would likely not go as expected. When they started things were as gentle as Hina promised. With Makoto being introduced into a new world as that thick strap-on gradually pressed deeper and deeper into his ass. It was overwhelming, but as Hina began thrusting in and out, Makoto gradually became more turned on by the second. This wasn't anywhere near bad~ So, without much thought behind it due to his growing horniness, asked Hina to speed up and put a bit more force into it.

On one hand, she obliged! On the other hand, she obliged...and thensome. Wanting to eagerly please her lover, Hina grabbed onto Makoto’s hips and began to furiously pound into tight ass with as much force and speed as possible. In truth, she had been dying to do it from the beginning but was holding herself back for his sake. But if he wanted her to take this to the next level then she was going to go all the way!

“O-Oooooo, God!!! H–h–hiiiiiinaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”

“Yes!! Keep on saying my name, Makoto!! Come on! Just a few more laps~ Keep pace with me, honey~” she practically begged, giving Makoto’s butt a good swat to keep him motivated. Though for Makoto he was left stunned and practically breathless as that massive thing ravaged his hole to no end. He was left gripping and biting onto the sheets, holding on for dear life as Hina plowed him stupid~

He could ask for her to stop, beg her for it, at any point…yet, he was also realizing that wasn’t what he wanted~ It was intense, but he wanted her to keep going. To unleash her full stamina on him and fuck him until he couldn’t stand the next day!! Until he drenched her sheets in his gooey spunk after she would push him over the edge by fucking him like a pent-up rabbit!!!

And once it was all over? Perhaps considering asking Sakura on where to find an even bigger strap-on!~

#Plain Kinktober-R18 #DRasahina-R18 #DRnaegi-R18

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morgans-apologist · 11 months

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Invisible Polysemy

I consistently excel at invisible polysemy. Some people may call that just vague creativity.

At least I think they would if they knew what that term means, So perhaps I'll explain in ways that's known only to me.

In the form of a dream. One that sleeps infinitely. This dream will dream in ways that seems it's only reaching me,

And those are everything to me, and the things that are not. It turns and tosses daily. It causes things that I can't stop.

This dream should have a name, but one that's not misleading. We should call it "Dream" cause that name is so appealing.

There's nothing I'm concealing here, take everything at face value, But I'm worth the words that curse me so what price am I you?

Of course I get no response. After all he's still sleeping. He's in my bed. He's in my head. He's in the walls that I've been painting.

These walls, made of fire. You take one look and run, But I am dancing in the flames cause this is my idea of fun.

Dream is a man a part of me, he shows me what he dreams, And every night I fight. If he sleeps his life away, what's that make me?

I must stay awake. That is my true purpose. For I can't see a single thing if my eyes labeled me as worthless,

But that is how things are now. Reality is inception. Every second a false awakening will plague my true expression.

You only see these burning walls and the fucked up paintings in the halls. You don't see, what's underneath are all the things that I'm enthralled.

Insulated personalities made of dreams that you aren't proud to be, But I'm the one that set them ablaze. No more masks around to see,

But you don't act like it's astounding. You aren't impressed? Can you not see? All the effort I put in into this dream you call reality?

What if Dream woke up? What if I had slept? Would the universe die? The creators inside of me, would they have wept?

I should never overstep my purpose to inconvenience you, I'm worthless. I should just go cry inside and wash these walls with all your burdens.

Maybe then I could finally be something you'd expect of me. These normal bedroom walls are nothing strange, I'm a human being!!

So down the rabbit hole we go. I'm just getting started. I have eternity to explain the problems that make me lethargic.

When I look in the mirror, I'm a humanoid universe. Is this the nature of Dream? Am I just a sleeping curse?

The moments I wake up is simply nothing. It's just blackness. My life is lived in dreams that's based on self esteem and madness.

My reality doesn't exist. I live in worlds that you insist. I have to coexist with dreams consisting of the things I must dismiss.

I have graveyards in my backyard and diseases in my arms. I have crows flying over that knows no medicine in their hearts.

Plucking the value of all the people that's dead, and now you come after me. A lifeless form that constantly gives these corpses dreams and clarity.

I have rabbits in my head, they use my throat as a rabbit hole. I feed these fiends food and drinks and it makes me sick when they take control.

I have oceans in my closet. I have cages in my basement. I have several different people living here as my replacement.

I have playgrounds of pain, and some of us think that's insane, But then there's some of us who use it as the only form of playing.

I have poems and altered memories in my dreams I can't redeem. I have to believe that everything that was is who I came to be.

I have guns. I have knives. I have an arsenal of weaponry That these people in my home would use to have it threaten me.

What are the value of these words? Can what I say be trusted? Do you think you understand the simple things among each subject?

You see with your eyes and you hear with your ears, But people tell me I can't live that way. Not with how things are here.

You take it at face value when I'm screaming to look deeper. The more I dig and search inside myself, the more I find new features.

So I dig and I dig down. Pushing everything out of the way. Maybe I'll find something at the depths of who I am in any way,

But the more I dig and search, the more I remove what's always there, And now there's a hole in my chest from soul searching and no profit to make it fair.

I'm a grave digger. A crow. I feed on such defenseless people. Six feet to me is just a dream when nothings really equal.

My life, my identity; It's fair game to every part of me. There's crows and crickets filling pools of nothing I can see.

Maybe they represent my thoughts? I swallow my words and bite my tongue. I drink my blood because of the things I did. It makes me sick and numb

Maybe that's why toilets scare me. Maybe that's why I like to throw up. Maybe the wonderland I understand just won't let me grow up.

Maybe these pools full of nothing are being filled by things I think, And the rabbits come to eat away what leaves me on the brink,

But I am comfortable on the edge and I am beautiful in the dark, And I don't need a force of light to feed on no one's bad remarks.

This rabbit in my stomach; I want it to crave, I want it to starve. I want that desperation to feed off the things my mind has carved

My heart is like an asteroid, crashing against my chest, it breaks. They cause these tremors that last forever. It's like an eternal earthquake.

Maybe that's just decisions. Questions with answers I can't envision. They crash in my skull and paint the halls with incredible superstition.

Everything is fundamental when each choice is life or death. I hear your inconvenience talking when I can't dare to waste a breath.

I have threads and I have needles that sew my mouth shut. With blood in my mouth there's people screaming, but I don't know from what.

My wrists and arms are screwed together. There's knives in front of me, And I'm told to free myself and speak and choose to give what people need.

I see food and phones and houses. I see values and ideals, And any normal person here would probably choose to have a meal.

They have both hands and a map and a video guide of what to do When I'm at the mercy of a sadistic torturer who pities you.

I have ghosts floating around that boast their freedom and they criticize me. They yell and laugh and graft it on my brain to penalize me.

The alarm clock on the wall has set a timer for 5 seconds. If I don't loose the screws and cut the thread to choose, then I get threatened.

Have you been really trying to listen? Take everything at face value. There is no deeper meaning to what I'm saying that isn't true.

It's just a bunch of words. Strange phrases that can't be followed or heard. It's pain that's taken a life to gain, and you think that this doesn't hurt?

You don't need to understand. Just get lost in my wonderland. The place I live in everyday and dream of ways to change this thing I am.

I am my own world, and on my shoulders holds emotions, And they're crying storms, preventing the normal people from treading this ocean.

You don't truly enjoy the rain, you stay inside and feed your pride. If there was someone else that's right, you'd kill him just to make sure he's alive.

You're judging my dreams and burning walls but you're only adding fuel. I can't appreciate toxic actions if your intentions stay as cruel.

Maybe you're the fool, and you know that. It's been considered, But you advance and leap at every chance to make sure I'm who's hindered.

Insanity isn't thinking that "my horrible problems made me". It's opening your eyes and seeing that everyone alive is just as crazy.

Everyone around me, they're all crazy. They've gone mad. They carry voodoo dolls and haunt themselves with pain that they never had.

I look around at the world with my paintbrush. I paint the air, With beautiful colors that everyone smothers with pain and they act like it wasn't there.

I can't see. My eyes deceived me. I can't even breathe in all this hate. Am I to blame for what my eyes became and the thoughts my mind would state?

I'd go blind if I don't color the sun in polarized blue, Cause there's no such thing as darkness when im in front of you.

Hoodies, hats and glasses. They're my safe havens, my shades. When the world is flashing, colored, and lagging that blue hue is how I'm saved.

The blue hue, and the system. This shaded circle of chairs. It's a meeting of puppets and how they decide to convince me they're really there.

The person pulling the strings, I don't know his name but he looks like me. Why do I always try to convince myself that things aren't what they seem?

The world loves giving examples, similes and metaphors. Subjective comparisons that are invalid and unasked for.

Like, "light at the end of the tunnel" or "life is a box of chocolates", Or maybe "life is like a journey. You won't find happiness in your pocket",

Or "every rose has it's thorn". That's a common one, But I create my own every time that puppet masters done.

If I were a rose in a garden of hearts, I'd water it in the rain. During the days, during the nights. I have to water it through it's pain.

It has to be healthy, it has to grow. There's nothing wrong with giving more right? More water means more effort means more of a chance to see the light.

You stand over my drowning body, pouring water down my throat. You're saying it helps me. I'm growing and healthy, but we aren't in the same boat.

The surface is a wall and I can't push through. No gardens, no dreams, no polarized blue.

No burning walls or painted halls. No insulation here. Just the open ocean depths and overwhelming weight of fear.

I look around and see a sea of corpses, they all relate to me. Nobody thinks for a second that I might just feel differently.

That I might just be a little worse and I might not be exaggerating. Maybe I'm not trying to compete but that's precisely what I'm advocating.

Being selfish is okay sometimes, my issues are severe. Don't compare them with your inconvenient lives. I don't care.

I paint this picture with these mirrors so I can self reflect more clearly, But treating me like I'm nothing special just makes me wanna fear me.

I have a person in my head, using a typewriter for poetry. Everything I write and think and feel gets printed knowingly,

There's no room for these words. For these thoughts and emotions. It simply takes up too much space. It's causing way too much commotion.

Everything I write just gets repeated over and over again. Nothing ever changes, this is how it's always been.

How long do I have to be the same thing For you to understand a fraction of the stress it's causing me?

I hate what I love and I love what I hate. I have no personality that I didn't create.

I get upset with others for the things they always do, But I do the same things. I'm a person just like you.

I'm constantly aware of this. It's not something that I dismiss. Hating you means hating me, there simply is no difference.

I give and I don't receive. That's not something people conceive. They see me being nice and taking advice but then they turn and leave.

I know that that's not right but I shouldn't demand these expectations. I am the only person of whom I have an obligation.

I'm the only one I can criticize for the things that I don't realize. Even if I'm doing right by you, I'm a villain in disguise.

I'm a walking, human mirror. I'm the reflection of what you want of me. I critique the things you think and feel but not what I have come to be.

I'm a perfect, spitting image of the things I hate in you, Cause I force myself to be the things you need when no one's there for you.

I just don't exist, and every person disagrees with this. That's cause they're a victim of the villainy I commit.

No one can truly see the real person deep inside of me. I've changed and molded my whole being to let you lie to me.

I was criticized and hated for being whatever I was back then. I don't have the mental strength just to let that happen again.

So I changed and rearranged all the things you saw as deranged. I became a symbol of what they need of me, but it was not a free exchange.

I no longer have a me to be. No definite personality. Every trait I have today is for the people that surround me.

I imagine myself frequently what I would be if you weren't here. I just feel empty, less than nothing. Not even a problem here to fear.

Friends, family, enemies; all these people created me. If I resent them for the things they say and do then I'm just hating me.

I live my life for you. Its my only source of satisfaction, And I despise any reaction that isn't what I want to happen.

I have lights but no power. I live life in only an hour, And every time I close my eyes, my mind would show me bloody showers.

Now there's luminescent closets. Now there's sinks but with no faucets. I have doctors awkwardly explaining how I haven't lost it.

I have shadow casted statues of all the actions my mind passed through. I have screaming crickets, bleeding spigots and nothing to fall back to.

I have a stage in front of the world where I'm just screaming bloody rage. There's autographs and people cheering, but all I am is this one page.

If they could see my eyes that's filled with ink, or my bruised skin that's blue and pink, Or the hidden actions fantasized behind the thoughts I think.

If they could see the blood that's seeping from my mouth and what they're missing. I see the mirror and the pain; I take a drink, but they see kissing.

Am I drunk on pain or in love with it? Tell me, is there a difference? Does my ignorance of life entertain and pique your interest?

I have libraries of poetry that don't make sense to anyone. They just read and show their sympathies without understanding one.

My life is like a mansion with these windows of time. I look out the back and see the past without knowing if it's mine.

The statues and the crickets and the pools and the spigots. All the uninvited guests that's living here, they never visit.

The basement and the attic and Jacob's place of rest. Evelyn's closet, buried under trash and clothes, hiding from the guests.

The mirrors and the storm and the House of Death outside. The demon in the corner, there's nowhere left to hide.

There's thousands of me here today, staring at the moonlight, All panicking and running around, trying to do what's right.

I put on my hood and my blindfold, dripping blood from screwed in holes. With binded eyes that's filled with ink and lies, the pain would take control.

I have no problem with you. I merely want to be good friends. I want less tension and correction from all the trauma that didn't end.

I want attention and protection, I want love and affection. I want somebody who's words aren't filled with suspicion.

You tell me you care, but you don't call and you don't text. You don't give gifts or write me notes, well I guess what should I expect?

I cant expect you to care nearly as much as I. I guess unrequited affection is what im best at in life.

I'm that weird kid, that waits for hours outside your work To give you your birthday gift and I get yelled at and end up hurt.

I'm the one that pays for a vacation when your family is too much for you. When school and friends and drama get to be too much im there for you.

You use the hotel and the kindness I give to manipulate and rape me And now I believe every word every time someone would blame me.

When everyone turns against you and you have nobody else, I'm the who's standing up for that one person who needs help.

When you get embarrassed in front of friends, I'll embarrass myself too. I cant expect you to truly live if all the tension is on you.

I'll save thousands of dollars to do something nice. But when that time comes around, I'll no doubt, pay the price.

I am Invisible. Nobody can see me. Everyone says they care but none of you really need me.

I've never gotten a random gift. I've never felt true affection. I've never been in a situation where I felt a real connection.

Reciprocated love is all that I want. And people think its easy just because im being blunt.

None of you prove you care. All I hear are empty words. My hallucinations are more genuine than you, and the thought of that just hurts.

Invisible Polysemy is the best definition, For all the things I try to be that doesn't get any recognition.

All this effort, all this stress, and never a second where I digress. All for what?? For you to guess that all my problems just regress?

I shouldn't force these expectations. I shouldn't be mad at you. I shouldn't waste my time with people who can't see what has ensued.

I shouldn't think that you don't care. I shouldn't act like you aren't there, But anyone who knows me knows, I'm not asking for much here.

Nobody reciprocates a fraction of what I give, And the only satisfaction I get in life is helping others live.

I can be best described as Invisible Polysemy. Nobody can see the deeper meanings I keep inside of me.

I'm just a poem no one reads or even cares to understand. They don't understand the layers I've put in to who I am.

I can only blame myself for all the things that I don't mention, But asking for help is the same as begging for attention.

#invisible polysemy #poetry #mental illness

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crackinglamb · 1 year

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I haven’t read your DAI stuff so (no dunk on you, I just can’t get into the game) pick out a piece of a favourite scene and give me a break down!

🥰 I know you're not a fan of the games, and therefore probably not a fan of Solas. So I very much appreciate the ask. Thank you so much. I'll keep as much of the shippy-ness out of this as possible but it is the lens I dissect him under, so to speak. Hope you're strapped in and/or reasonably comfortable. This is long.

I picked a very short snippet for a little context and setup:

“Can you walk?” she asked. He nodded once, pushing on the wall to use its leverage to gain his feet. He wavered there until she sighed and wrapped her arm around his waist. She didn't speak again until she'd half dragged, half led him back across the courtyard to an unassuming wooden door, crooked on its hinges. She kicked it behind her once they were through it, and turned to him, a stern expression on her face. “I shouldn't let you in.”

“No, you shouldn't,” he rasped out. “You cannot know what danger I have brought to you.”

Lark lifted a sardonic eyebrow at him, then huffed in exasperation. She hauled his arm back over her shoulders and led him deeper into what remained of the compound. “Foolish wolf.” (From A Fallow Season)

So...first of all, I never intended to go down this rabbit hole. I know I say it a lot, but it's still true. Before I played the game, all I knew of Solas was some spoilers and fanon. It painted a very polarized picture. It wasn't until I did some research (for another DA fic) that I discovered why. He's trying to fix a mistake. He's doing it completely the wrong way, with a head full of pedantic arrogance and misguided ideals. He's a disaster on legs. But at his core, this is who he is: a man trying to atone for something he did.

And suddenly I was fascinated. I do understand why people dislike him, especially on a surface level. I have Opinions about it, but that's not what you're asking for. I wanted to know, what makes him tick? What possible inducement could get him to not destroy the world?

After writing hundreds of thousands of words on the subject, I got deeper into the lore and history of Thedas and started wondering if there was another perspective to bring into play other than my usual Modern Girl In Thedas. Thus, Lark Cadash was born. Dwarves in Thedas are interesting in that they are depicted as a dwindling race, not from their own doing, but by the doings of others. Leaving out MUCH of the endemic problems BW has with trying to create races other than humans, dwarves are equally as fascinating to me.

They've lost almost all of their culture too, just like elves. They're divided as a people. They have long memories. Lark was designed to defenestrate canon (my specialty), and be one of those that was trained to keep the history of her people alive rather than just be a Plot Relevant Thug(tm). I mean, she is that too, just reluctantly. In brief, she and Solas find they're very alike, actually want the same thing, although by different means, and they knowingly fall in doomed love. (As far as they know. Since I'm the author, I know what will actually happen at the end.) Someday I'll get the longfic finished.

This fic takes place at some vague future date when he's 'succeeded' at his plans. It's the classic 'I had nowhere else to go' protag/antag dynamic. It was both a chance to dig into what might happen down the line and to bring two old lovers back together a final time before it ends in tragedy. It's a favorite because it came out of my head as this almost lyrical series of scenes building towards a climax of mutual sacrifice. 'All is lost, but for one moment, we had each other.'

That's not normally my cup of tea, I like happy endings. But every now and then I get in a mood where I just want something angsty. I tend to keep it in oneshots, where it's over pretty quickly. 😆

The prompt it came from was 'they are together, but only for the winter'. And it grabbed me by the throat and wouldn't let go. It's both beautiful and despairing. It exists in a time of bleakness, on many levels. Originally it was roughly 300 words long, very direct and to the point. I kept getting more and more details and ideas for it, though, so I just started writing them. There's a bit of stream of consciousness in its layout that still bugs me a little, but otherwise I'm happy with it.

One of the things I've discovered about Solas as a character/narrative foil is that who he is set against brings out a lot of different facets to him. Like I said, I get why some people don't like him. He's incredibly complex and for the most part well written. It's fun to deep dive into his psyche. Ultimately it's what keeps me writing about him. And if you read this far, thank you. 😊

From this post. Askbox is still open.

#asks #writer's commentary #a fallow season #lark cadash #solas

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astrology-with-charu · 1 year

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2022 was a year of Saturn in 4th house for me and it took me from astrology to psychology to philosophy as I was in some ways pushed to know myself, what drives me, what blocks me deeper cause it seemed like I can’t go on telling anyone anything or do basic functions of life without it. Anger was one of those things that I couldn’t understand about myself and sometimes in others. Its considered the most destructive of the emotions and we Mars dominant people keep explaining that its also what drives us. We try our best to channel it into our passions making it into our source of drive. Every workout song is built around it after all. Yet its exactly what leaves us alone in the fight. It took me down the philosophy rabbit hole and lead me to jewels of Seneca. I needed to know more as we would not only have Jupiter in Aries in 2023, soon we would have North Node in Aries too - it grows the Mars influence and drive / initiative as well as collective anger to get there. Jupiter is not a discretionary planet and at the risk of being stone pelted (oh who am I kidding my Uranus on Ascendent would kill me if I am anything but contrarian) - Jupiter is not “always” Benefic - it grows - more is not always better. Its a neutral planet in my view. Getting back to the point.

Seneca describes anger as the desire to punish another and in some ways our inability to be kind to another and to have mercy on the apparent wrong doer. I don’t think in full consciousness (or may be ego) I can agree to the whole of it but I do see the point of it.

I do believe if we would in some ways see that in the first seed of anger there are some seeds of desire to punish another or ourselves. Or in some ways if we can be more sympathetic to the shared fallibility of human race cause we all have been wrong so many times in our life ourselves - we could slowly train ourself to be lenient with others and ourselves. He says mind needs to be trained so it only feels the heavy blows. Mars retrograde in Gemini is so much about that and we discussed that in the last reading. Am I wasting my energy on the small irritants the small fights - are minor things / irritants taking our major time. I am ending 2022 on the lesson of forgiveness and I know its a cliche but its one cause its main thing that helps free ourselves from us and so far thats what the Mars retrograde journey has brought me apart from the obvious mechanical issues which are mostly the means to this end. As Joyce Meyer said in one of her sermons (I am not Christian so nothing religious about it all) - “They may not deserve forgiveness but you deserve peace”.

Hope you start 2023 in peace.

Happy New Year fam from me and my dear ones ❤️ Our wishes for a peaceful, healthy and prosperous 2023.

Love,

Charu

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blossomkoushi · 2 years

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How would the hq ladies (Yachi, Shimizu, Saeko, Alisa, or anyone else you want to) use toys on you?

heheheheh

contains: toys, overstim, afab reader (no pronouns), restraints, size kink

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Saeko favors the vibrators. she has a wide collection, from clit suckers to wands to vibrating panties. one of her favorite activities is tying you up and abusing your cute little clit until you’re sobbing from overstimulation. loves to see you fall apart, your loud pants, squeaks and the way you beg so well when she finally lets you cum.

“look at that little cunt, isn’t it so cute?” saeko brushes over your bruised clit with a finger, smiling when you squirm and whine, “aw darling, we’re far from done”

Yachi likes the mixture of abusing your gspot and clit at the same time. she gets a rabbit, one that will push and vibrate at your clit and gspot at the same time. her goal is to see you squirt, thrusting the toy deeper inside of you and moving it around until you scream, smiling to herself once she finds the spot.

“feels good? aw my pretty baby, you look so cute” yachi coos, her hand keeping the toy in place inside of you, “getting close? gonna make a big mess for me, yeah?”

Kiyoko is gentle and teasing for the most part. she gets a bullet vibrator for you, putting it at the lowest setting and just slowly rubbing it over your clit. does it until you’re soaking wet and begging desperately for her to just put it at a higher setting, pleading for her to let you cum. sometimes she does as you ask, putting on a higher setting and watches as your pussy quivers and rubs her hands on your body when you finally cum. other times, she’s mean, pulling the vibrator off the moment you start begging, only to put it back when you accept your fate of not getting to cum.

“mmh you wanna cum?” kiyoko hums, looking up at you with hazy eyes before removing the vibrator, glancing down at your cunt, “do it then. cum untouched for me.”

Alisa has a size kink. she gets long and girthy dildos, attaching them to her strap before crawling to you on the bed, smiling devilishly. she wants to see how much you can take, just how much cock she can stuff in your pretty hole. she wants to hear you gasp, push at her stomach when the weight of the strap gets too much, only to see your head get thrown back when she bottoms out, pleasure overwhelming your beautiful body.

“there we go, that’s my good baby, look at that” alisa presses her thumb to your clit, rubbing it eagerly while she slowly thrusts the thick strap inside again, nearly drooling herself at the sight of your folds and little hole getting stretched so wide for her, “fuck, so hot”

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sinfulcries · 3 years

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Hawks gets kidnapped by villain!reader and to get information out of him hawks gets degraded and humiliated and forced to wear a mini skirt and thigh highs. Hawks maybe tried to escape at some point and that ended with him failing and getting used (noncon) by the reader and maybe the reader's buddies as well.

run rabbit . hawks x reader

author’s notes. hey dolls sorry i haven’t been posting a lot hdieowdhsh my tl has been filled with so many bottom and/or fem readers and i got annoyed so i spent my week playing apex legends instead 🧞‍♂️

tw. noncon, kidnapping, humiliation, skirts, size difference, spit, breeding, unprotected sex, hawks passes out, minimal prep, nicknames (bunny), mean! reader

Hawks was much more useless than you’d like to admit. Even after humiliating and berating the winged man, he only seemed to plead louder instead of actually giving you the information that you needed.

It was annoying. Having to deal with such a pathetic hero. And your annoyance only amplified once he started begging once more. “Please! I-I really dont know t-the latest plans!” Keigo hiccuped, making you roll your eyes frustratedly.

“Of course you don’t. You’re fucking stupid.” You spat, running a finger over the exposed skin of his thighs. “Maybe you’d be more useful for other things.”

Keigo was smart enough to know what you were implying, and soon enough he started shaking his head— wings moving panickedly as he started wailing for you not to rape him. “Quiet down would you?” You murmured, Parting the man’s soft lips before spitting in his mouth, forcing him to swallow your saliva.

The hero immediately went quiet once you did so, eyes wavering as he blinked back his tears dejectedly. “Since you’re practically useless, How about I fuck you hm? You should make it up to me.”

Without giving Hawks the time to talk back, You hastily unbuckled your belt, sliding the bloody leather out of its hoops before buckling it tightly around the blonde’s throat.

Keigo could feel his heart beating loudly against his chest— The rope around his wrists starting to hurt from how much he had been pulling on them, trying to escape. Was he really going to let a villain fuck him? He felt so vile! He felt like a traitor, letting a ruthless murderer fuck him without a fight!

Even so, Keigo knew that it would be useless to go against someone as powerful as you are. Your quirk was dangerous paired with your strong build. And it was evident that you could easily snap Keigo in half without batting an eye.

You on the other hand wasted no time in placing your hands on the dainty man’s hips. Your cock strained against your jeans, seeing him sobbing in the pretty pink skirt you forced him to wear.

Although he was quite loud, His body sure made up for it. And seeing the fear washing over his face every time you cupped his ass roughly made you smirk sadistically, wanting to tease the winged man even more.

“Hey Keigo, Think you can take me without prep?” You mused, Making the blonde shake his head frantically. “N-No! P-Please don’t—!”

God did he look so pretty begging for you not to fuck him! But you knew that he would look much more pretty sobbing and babbling like a dumb slut because of your thick cock.

Quickly unzipping your jeans, You let your cock spring free from its confinements, Your free hand coming down to lift the fabric of Keigo’s skirt carefully, revealing his pretty little cock.

A smile wormed its way onto your handsome face, watching the way his cock would twitch pathetically against his thigh. “You turned on?”

“I-I’m not!”

“Your cock’s leaking. Are you sure about that?”

The condescending look on your face made Keigo bite his lip shyly— And it only made you scoff seeing just how weak the hero actually was.

Taking one more look at his face, You sauntered behind his smaller form, Grabbing a handful of the skirt’s fabric before spanking the creamy skin, Watching as his ass quickly turned red.

Keigo mewled at the feeling, His wings flapping every time you spanked him and left him wailing helplessly. Too immersed in his own thoughts, You quickly plunged your long finger inside of him, making a sharp cry leave his lips.

“Damn, baby. You’re so fucking tight.” Keigo could feel you twisting and curling your fingers inside of him and he hated every second of it! It hurt so much, And you could care less, Using his body for your own pleasure. Manhandling and playing with him as if he were some cheap toy.

Deciding that the hero was prepped enough, you glanced at him boredly, stroking your hard cock before pushing every inch inside of him, Not bothering to waste your time in going slow with the blonde.

You enjoyed the pained cry that left the man’s lips when you forced your cock inside of his tight little hole, And it only spurred you to fuck him like an animal, wanting to hear those beautiful screams once more.

“H-Hurts..!” Keigo whimpered, making you laugh at his words. “Does it look like I care, bunny?”

The lewd sound of your skin slapping against his and his breathless moans made everything much more erotic, and seeing him so vulnerable and helpless in your hold made your cock twitch inside of him.

Allowing yourself to thrust deeper into him, Your hands found their way onto his hips, gripping onto them bruisingly as you drilled into him nice and deep. “S-Sto— ahp! ah!” Keigo sobbed, desperately trying to get a coherent sentence out only to slur and babble like a mindless little cockwhore.

You only grinned, slamming your hips into his, abusing his prostate with every thrust. “Oh bunny, I pity you.” You cooed teasingly, watching as the tears fell down his cheeks.

“I-I...”

“Shh... I know you’re about to cum. Your cock’s so hard, so red.”

Keigo flushed at your words, His head going fuzzy with how good yet disgusting your cock was making him feel. He was barely conscious once you started going overwhelmingly faster! Using his skirt as leverage to push your cock deeper inside of him.

With the way your cock twitched inside of him once more, Keigo knew that you were going to cum inside of him and knowing how ruthless you were, you’d only stuff his abused little hole even once you were done using him.

“Shit bunny, Gonna cum and breed this little cunt of yours—!” You growled, biting at his neck leaving your mark on the man’s skin. Keigo hissed at the action, moaning lewdly as your thrusts turned sloppier.

With a groan, You spilled your load inside of him, A soft whimper leaving his lips feeling your hot cum stuffing him nice and full.

“Oh fuck yeah, feel my cum inside of you bunny. That’s gonna stay in you for weeks.” Pushing more of your cum in, The blonde couldn’t help but sob one more time before cumming on the short skirt, instantly passing out against your warm chest.

You raised an eyebrow at this, taking a look at his tear stained face before sighing, “How weak, Don’t think i’m done with you just because you’ve passed out.” You murmured, spanking the unconscious man’s ass before continuing, “You still have to pleasure my friends.”

#sinfulcries works #top male reader #dark content #dark blog #mha smut #bnha x top male reader #dark bnha #bnha x male reader #bnha smut #dark mha #x male reader #hawks x reader #hawks x male reader #bottom hawks

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bruhstories · 3 years

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Flowers and Vinyls

Summary: You and Porco are neighbours. You also despise each other. Pairing: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader (modern AU) Warnings & Content: language, softdom!Porco, softsub!Reader, thigh riding, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex (male receiving), alcohol abuse, enemies to lovers Word Count: 2.2 k

A/N: Porco deserves some love, too! I also really wanna give Connie some love, too.

You hated him, you loathed him.

To you, Porco was the most insufferable person to ever walk on this earth, strutting his pushed back hair, with his stupid undercut and his silly little upturned nose. You wanted to gouge his eyes out, but that would only land you some time in jail. He was your next-door neighbour both in terms of accommodation, and in terms of work. You owned a small flower shop at the ground floor of your townhouse, he owned a record store placed strategically wall-to-wall with yours — naturally he lived above it. Marcel, Porco's brother, was seemingly a nicer person, but he wasn't always there when you needed him to shut his little brother's mouth — or music. Not only were you two bickering like petty children, you were also complete opposites — he was edgy and brash, you were dainty and solemn. He always wore dark colours, you were dressed in pastels. And to make matters worse, he was best friends with your best friend!

Pieck was completely oblivious to the fact that you two hated each other, both bitching to her, unaware of the other's complaints. She always told you, separately, that perhaps you just need to get laid with one another and get over it. Impossible, for you despised each other. And when Pieck invited you to a small party at her place, you were not expecting to see Porco there. At first, you wanted to turn around and leave, but your friend talked you into staying, promising that Porco was actually a good guy, and that you didn't know him well enough. Oh, how wrong she was. He was evil incarnate, he vandalised your shop after you called the cops on him. Nonetheless, you stayed at her party, opting to spend some time with Reiner and Colt, avoiding Porco at all costs, because if looks could kill, his would smite you.

What you didn't know was that a conflict was taking place inside his tipsy brain — should he kill you or fuck you? Despite your differences, Porco couldn't deny that you were a very alluring woman, hips swaying every time you walked and an ass that could raise the dead. And he saw Colt glancing at that ass, prompting him to drink some more. On the other side of the room, you told Pieck all about how your date stood you up and you were quite sad, opting to drown the empty feeling in your chest with cheap vodka and tequila, and that combination did a number on you. You weren't shitfaced by any means, just drunk enough to feel the music better, taste the liquor better, smell Porco's perfume better whenever he walked past you. God, he intoxicated you more than the alcohol could, and you were beginning to wonder if Pieck was right — maybe you didn't hate him, maybe you needed to fuck him, relieve the sexual tension. But how? What if he did hate you and you'd only make a fool of yourself? The questions were grinding your gears and no amount of tequila could help you get them out of your system. You settled on ignoring them.

"We're gonna split a cab." Porco explained, a bored, inexpensive look on his face.

"Hey, 'm not poor, aight? I can afford a f-fuckin' taxi." You poked his chest with your index finger while losing your balance and falling into his arms. He quickly released you once you regained control of your legs, his eyes drifting elsewhere, crimson creeping to his cheeks.

"We literally live next to each other, but if you wanna go all by yourself, fine!"

"I haaaaate you, Pokko, d'you know? I especially hate that cute nose! Boop!"

He was so done with your attitude, your gestures, your voice, his brows furrowed and lips pursed. But Pieck really wanted to make sure you got home safe, and Porco didn't want to disappoint his friend by letting you loose in a stranger's car, especially since you were drunk and vulnerable. He was an asshole, but he wasn't that bad. Not that you could realise that, anyway.

"Just get in the car, Y/N." He rolled his eyes and opened the door once the yellow taxi pulled over. You stopped between him and the car, nose and cheeks pink from the alcohol, and leaned closer to his face.

"D'you also know I really, really wanna ride you?" You whispered in his ear before stumbling inside the cab, giggling like a schoolgirl. "Ah! Evening, mister!"

"Jesus Christ..."

The entire way home you drove Porco insane with little touches, whispers, obscene proposals. He could feel his cock twitching in his pants but he didn't want to take advantage of you. Yet the more you looked at him with hunger in your eyes, the more he couldn't think rationally — he, too, was drunk, after all. When you got out of the car you almost fell face first, but luckily, he caught you, your hand accidentally brushing his thigh in the process. God, he hated you.

"Come inside!" You looped an arm around his neck for better balance. "I gotta give you your money b-back."

"It's fine."

"No, no, I insist."

"You're so annoying, you know that?" Porco walked with you, perfectly aware of how much he'd regret this night.

"Close the door behind youuuu!" You kicked your shoes off and grabbed the collar of his leather jacket, practically dragging him through the hallway, into the living room. "Sit!"

He could say no. He could just walk out. But he didn't want to. Not anymore.

You rummaged through a drawer looking for some cash, taking your sweet time to do it. The way you were bent over, the tight skirt revealing just an inch of your red panties, sent Porco down a rabbit hole of dirty thoughts. Every gesture, every word uttered so nonchalantly by you made you both forget the turf war you both started, the atmosphere slowly becoming more intimate and sensual. You swayed your hips from side to side, opening another drawer and digging through the clutter.

"Hey, Pokko? Do you think 'm pretty?"

The question caught him off guard as you turned around, no money in your hands. He raised his gaze from your skirt to your eyes, frantically nodding his head.

"Yeah."

"Then why did I get stood up?" You pouted, walking to the couch. Porco swallowed hard when you took a seat on his thigh, his fingers digging into the sofa. "If 'm pretty, why don't men want me?" Your hands rested on his shoulders as your hips slowly rocked back and forth.

"I- I don't know." He pursed his lips, unaware of what to do. Usually, he wouldn't have any issues with situations like this. But it was different this time because he really wanted to shut your srupid mouth up — or maybe Pieck was right and all he needed to do was fuck you.

"Do you want me?" You asked, head tilted, movement stopping.

"God, yes." Porco grabbed your nape and pulled you into a sloppy kiss, his other hand desperately tugging at your tank top strap. You could feel your panties dampening under his rough touch and hot kiss, your hands removing his jacket as quickly as possible. "I'm gonna fuck you on that table first." He picked you up and slammed your ass on the dining table, earning a moan out of you. "Then we'll take it to the bedroom." Porco removed his shirt while you pulled your underwear down.

"Fuck me wherever you want, just fuck me!" You begged, legs spread and lust in your eyes.

"Shit, I knew you were a little slut under all that soft girl crap." He unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the ground while he pulled his cock out. You took a good look at it, teeth digging into your lower lip.

"Aren't you gonna finger me first?"

"You didn't do anything to deserve it. But I'm in a good mood." Porco sneered before he spat on your wet cunt. The disgusting gesture made you purr like a kitten, proving him more that you were indeed a filthy whore. He dragged the tip of his cock up and down your slit, slowly pushing it between your folds as you threw your head back in pleasure. "Fuuuck, you're so tight, so wet."

"Oh my God, go deeper! Please!" You pleaded, voice low and seductive.

"Look how good you're taking it." Porco praised you, fingers digging into your skin before he started rocking his hips. It truly felt that your pussy was made just for him, the silken walls clenching around his hard cock making him grunt with every thrust. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you both realised just how much you needed this, the hate you had for each other melting away, replaced by lust and desire.

"So b-big 'nd hard-" You mumbled incoherent words while one hand found your neck, calloused fingertips squeezing the skin.

"You've no idea how much I wanted these hands around your neck." Porco groaned, his thrusts faster and harder. "Who knew I wanted to fuck you, not kill you?" His thumb parted your lips and you hollowed your cheeks around it, sucking on it like a lollipop. "Good girl. Bedroom, now." He pulled out and you almost cried at the empty feeling between your thighs. You took his hand in yours and guided him to the room — just as pastel and cute as your personality. Porco spun you around, giving your ass a firm slap before bending you down. He pressed hot kisses on your hip and lower back and you threw your head back to look at him.

"Stop t-teasing me!"

"Jeez, aren't you greedy? I thought you hated me." He laughed into your skin, the vibrations tickling your flesh. Porco couldn't abstain any longer, one hand grasping your hip, the other pushing his cock back into you. Inch by inch, it disappeared and he let out a satisfied groan.

"I still h-hate you!" Teeth sunk into your lip to stifle a moan.

"Oh, really?" He thrusted so deep that you lost control over your arms, head falling onto the mattress. Another deep thrust and you shot back up with a growl. "Talk shit and I might not let you finish." His threat alerted you and you bucked your hips, walls clenching around his cock.

"It would be a shame if you f-finished first." Your voice was cocky, targeting that huge ego of his. It was effective — Porco's hand travelled between your legs, fingers rubbing your swollen clit and you moaned in extasy, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

"N-not fair!" You squirmed and whimpered, tears of pleasure pooling at your eyes.

"We're not playing fair." He wrapped his other hand around your neck to pull you closer, back hitting his chest. The room smelled of sex and jasmine incense and it drove you mad with lust. "Oh, what's the matter? Are you coming already?" He mocked while fucking your desperate cunt.

"Yes! God, yes!" You cried out, the climax blurring your vision.

Despite your pleas that you couldn't take it anymore, Porco kept thrusting deeper into your numbing pussy, his fingers bruising your skin, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. He was an animal, everything about him was instinctual and filthy and you hatedloved it. Your silken walls clenched around his cock again, and he was impressed that you still had some fight left in you.

"That's right, milk me dry, you dirty whore." His disgusting words reignited the dying fire inside your core and you bucked your hips against his, the friction and pressure making you come undone a second time.

"Fuck!" Was all you could say before collapsing onto the mattress, body limp and exhausted.

"Damn it, Y/N. I said milk me dry." Porco grabbed a fistful of hair and turned you over, yanking your head back to shove his cock down your throat. How on earth did he have so much stamina? You hollowed your cheeks and triedto suck, but it was him actually fucking your pretty mouth. "Are you gonna keep being a little bitch?"

"Nu-uh!" You shook your head, the word muffled by his girth. Your cheeks were burning from the lack of air, your eyes watery and red.

"Good." He groaned, thick, hot strings of his seed shooting down your throat. "Swallow." Porco held your head back as he slowly pulled out, the bitter taste lingering on your tongue.

You laid on the bed and pulled him next to you, unaware of what to do or say. Your body relaxed when he looped an arm around your shoulders, your head resting on his chest.

"Do you still hate me?" He asked.

"It depends. Are you gonna blast music at three in the morning?"

"Yep."

"Well, there's your answer." You laughed and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Listen, I'm not sorry you got stood up tonight. I mean, I am, but I'm not-"

"Porco, stop talking. It was never going to work out with him, anyway."

"Fair enough." He shrugged, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. "What if I take you out?"

"Like a date, or a murder?"

"It depends. Are you gonna call the cops on me again?"

"I'll try not to?"

"A date, then."

#porco galliard #porco x reader #porco galliard x reader #aot #aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan #porco galliard smut #snk #snk x reader #snk smut #shingeki no kyoujin #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smut #shingeki no kyoujin smut #porco galliard one shot

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whatgaviiformes · 3 years

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Fic: Fixated

A/N: I can’t explain how I am feeling, so I am going to let fic do it instead. This is entirely written without edits, without a read through. Overworked!Scott

Edit: Okay I did a read through. Remaining mistakes are mine

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Virgil is the first to notice. Maybe because he’s Virgil, and possibly because he’s the only one who can call Scott his immediate older brother, so there’s something in their closeness in age, having navigated childhood together almost as equals, that sets his Scott-sense apart from that of his younger siblings.

When Scott was thirteen and Virgil was eleven, Scott was in the eighth grade and had to write a research report on the Wright Brothers, the pioneers of modern aviation. And that was all well and good, because Scott was going to start training for his pilot’s license right when he turned sixteen. The report became not just a chronicle of the historical figures’ lives, but also of flight, of the first airplane itself and the prototypes before it, of physics, and aerodynamics. He researched in a way he never had before because it was a subject he was passionate about.

He obsessed.

Like John but different.

John absorbed the search for knowledge into the fiber of his being, his fingertips always itching to take a deeper dive through archives when he heard a word he didn’t know or a concept he couldn’t explain fully. Research was as much a part of John as music was for Virgil, or swimming was for Gordon. It was a companion he could always revisit later, and so like all of them with hobbies that mattered, John knew how to catalog and save for a better time, and turn the itch aside when he needed to. He knew when to stop.

Scott didn’t. Scott defined the turn of phrase “down the rabbit hole.” Alice caught and enraptured by the not yet known or understood.

When he cared, he obsessed.

That project got finished with an A+, but resulted in anxious shaking that didn’t alleviate until a few days after the grades came back. Scott had lost weight, skipped his extra curriculars, and Virgil hadn’t seen him for two whole weeks while he worked. The younger ones likely didn’t remember.

But Virgil did. And he knew the signs. Forgetting to eat, falling asleep at his computer or on his books, waking up earlier than normal to get a head start to whatever imaginary goals he created for himself that day.

So, the day Virgil notices, it’s because Scott missed lunch. Grandma had made hot wings, which was one of his favorites, so the smell of char in the air would’ve been enough to set his stomach rumbling. With Scott absent when he definitely shouldn’t be, Virgil decides to make him a plate, six hot wings with ranch on the side, and some celery.

He finds Scott at their father’s his work desk, his fingers flying over the keyboard, intently scanning the files behind the screen.

“Hey, I brought you lunch.”

No answer.

Virgil steps closer to the desk, sure that once Scott catches him in his periphery, he’d acknowledge his presence. But Scott doesn’t appear to have a periphery when he’s focused like that.

“Scott?” There’s a little room on the desk, so he nudges a few papers to the side and slides the plate down. “Scooter?” He looks tense. He can see knots forming, so he drops a hand on Scott’s shoulder, and –

“FU—”

Scott nearly jumps out of his skin, his hands fly up, catching the side of the plate which clatters, sending ranch and hot sauce all over the floor. Even MAX scurries away with a low beep at the sudden sound, and Virgil flinched in a sudden panic when the dish slipped through his fingers.

“Sorry, sorry! I just meant to help.” Virgil is already kneeling on the floor, trying to pick up what he can with his hands, knowing he needs a wet rag. Maybe a mop.

The little cup that held the ranch slid a ways. Gross.

“Ah. Thanks, Virg,” Scott says. And he means it, Virgil knows that. But he can also see the gears in Scott’s head still working, still thinking about whatever he had been focused on, not quite fully present. “Umm. Do you have this? I’m under a deadline.” He looks at his watch. “Ugh. A rough one. I’d help if I could.”

“No, I got this! Sorry, Scott.” He picks up the dirty hot wings, placing them on a plate for their compost pile. “Is there anything else I can get you instead? These were the last of them.”

But Scott doesn’t answer. He’s already back to his computer.

~*~

Gordon is next.

He may not have the same Scott-sense as Virgil, may not have picked up on it as quickly, but he and Scott both share early morning routines, meeting in the kitchen at 5:00, Scott dressed in a tank and his running shorts, Gordon in his swimsuit, a towel around his shoulders. Coffee is too heavy to start the day, but Scott usually would begin the brew for when they returned (and in case Virgil woke up) while Gordon filled their respective water bottles. Whoever finished first chose the energy boost of choice – sometimes just a snack bar, sometimes a shake. On weekends, it might be oatmeal or toast.

Out by the pool by 5:15. Stretching was important.

Scott began his run. Gordon began his laps. They went about their day. Rinse, repeat.

Occasionally a rescue might come in and affect their sleep cycle just a bit, but Scott and Gordon were both military. If they weren’t rising before the sun, it was too late and they lost half their day already.

So Gordon is next, because Scott doesn’t meet him in the kitchen. He’s not sure he knows how to make smoothies for one – hasn’t in a long time – so he proportions his ingredients for two, fills a second cup for Scott when he wakes, and sticks it in the refrigerator so it will stay cold.

He pushes himself during his exercise. He was long past chasing times, but he still raced himself. Seconds could save a life, and so he exercised for speed, for longevity sometimes. For survival.

It’s a longevity day, so he’s abandons speed for energy conservation, which makes it a long morning.

His muscles are tired and sore when he returns to the kitchen and opens the fridge for a drink to boost his electrolytes. He is not in the mood for coffee today, but sees the pot is half full, so someone is up. But it’s not Scott.

Because the smoothie is still in the fridge, untouched.

He tells himself he needs to check in on Scott once he finishes his research down at the dock today. He’s been tracking a pod of dolphins near Mateo and has been needing to collect the latest data captured by his little research vessel.

He’ll catch him later. Figure out what’s going on.

~*~

Then it’s Alan.

Alan admires Scott, has been practically raised by him since Dad disappeared. Scott is everything Alan wants to be… just the John version of him. Take Scott’s courage and bravery, John’s love of space, you get Alan. Eyes on the horizon, but looking beyond it into stratosphere, exosphere, the space between stars itself.

He’s a hell of a pilot. He knows that. He wouldn’t be the pilot of Thunderbird Three otherwise. But a part of him will always seek the approval of his older siblings. He wants to make Scott proud.

Scott hasn’t had the time for him lately. He’s been working on… oh he doesn’t know. They don’t tell him. Something for Tracy Industries.

His final quarter grades have come out, and he aced all his classes. It had been a hard semester and juggling his courses between rescues had been tough. He’d needed to call on his brothers’ expertise a few times.

He knows Scott has his file somewhere in his email, but he likely hasn’t gotten to it yet because he hasn’t said anything to him. It’s been a few days. So Alan pulls up his grades on his datapad and strolls past the center of the lounge over to Scott.

The first time he says Scott’s name, he doesn’t answer.

Nor the second.

The thirdfourthfifth time, because that’s how he called for him, the name running together like that, Scott irritably gives him a low grumble of “What do you want, Alan?” He doesn’t glance up, and the smile falters from Alan’s face.

“Oh, I, uh—” This was silly. It’s not important, really. Scott will get to it eventually. “My grades came through. When you get a chance.”

He grumbles in response. “I’ll look later,” he says. “I need to…”

But he trails off, back to his computer, and Alan still doesn’t know what project stole his brother away.

~*~

John’s the last.

He’s called to check in. He’s definitely connected, but....

Scott is slumped at his desk, and John’s calls are not working.

“Scott!”

No answer. The figure at the desk doesn’t budge. So John opens a channel to the rest of his brothers, his feet already sending him toward the space elevator as he calls out. “I can’t wake Scott!”

#overworked!Scott #Gavii Scribit #thunderbirds fanfiction #Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Alan Tracy #John Tracy #Tracy Family #thunderangst mabe #sorry if this is crap

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parachutingkitten · 3 years

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Y'all suck at dissecting Kai's character, so I guess I have to do it.

And I'm not even a Kai stan. He's a bottom tier ninja for me, which I guess means you can trust me, cuz I'm not biased, but also why am I the one doing this? I don't know about y'all, but recently on my dash, the method by which Kai fans try to make him sound good is... saying the writers hate him, ignore him, and that he isn't written well? Which... I mean there is a little bit of truth to, but like yikes guys, is this the best you got? Kai is a wonderful character with plenty of attention from the writers, a meaningful piece of the cast when put in secondary rolls, fairly consistent character writing with actual progression and valuable qualities that help the team without having to be the smart one- despite what some posts might tell you.

Let's get one thing cleared up: Ninjago isn't the best written show. By high level Hollywood standards, most the character arcs are kinda weak or too heavy handed, character consistency can be iffy, and most things serve the plot rather than the characters. There is no character you can point to and say "wow, this character is written so well! No complaints!" Nya and Jay were butchered by their weird love plot, Cole's one season doesn't actually give him an arc, Zane's been nothing but the robot numbers guy for like 10 seasons now, and Lloyd seems to be incapable of doing anything but relive the same one piece of dad angst for depth. Sorry, it's true. All the characters suck when you look at it from a large scale writing perspective. So when I say Kai is well written, I mean by ninjago kids show standards- cuz that's the scale we're working on. No, you couldn't drop Kai into a well written drama, but as far as ninjago goes... he's got a lot going for him, and by no means is he the biggest victim of poor writing.

(fair warning, wall of text below)

The title is a bit disingenuous. There are plenty of good Kai character break downs. What I am presenting here is a more positive perspective. On the whole, I will tend to give the writers the benefit of the doubt, and credit for what they do right writing is hard guys. That's what I'm doing here. I don't see much sense in getting mad the writers on behalf of Kai, or any other character. Ninjago is a simplistic ensemble show that works because of the identifiable simplicity of its main characters with some deeper layers hidden underneath if you keep watching. They've given us a damn good show with some damn enjoyable characters, so here are some criticisms I feel are a little flawed:

First, let's get the 'focus' thing out of the way. Apparently there are people saying Kai doesn't have a season yet? Which... what? I mean, I get that the pilots aren't a full season, the first two seasons, though he is the central protagonist, aren't "Kai seasons" as we've come to define ninja focus seasons, season 7, though he gets majority focus, he shares with his sister. But like... did y'all just forget about season 4? You know, the season where he had the title card, was on the box sets, got the love interest, and the majority of the A-plot? not to mention it's the best season don't @ me Like... if season 4 isn't a Kai season, I can make a damn good argument that season 3 isn't a Zane season, and I doubt anyone wants to go down that rabbit hole. I really can't wrap my head around this one. And I get that the fandom hates season 11 for some reason, but like you can't just pretend it doesn't exist. Kai has a consistent arc across 30 episodes in which he takes his powers for granted, loses them, and learns that, not only does he have value within the team without them, but that his element is intrinsically a part of him that he reclaims, bringing them back more powerful than ever, and with new respect for them. That's one of the most solid arcs in the whole series- the location is even thematically connected to his element. That's some good stuff right there! (Quick plug for season 11 if you haven't watched it in a while. Give it a rewatch, you might be pleasantly surprised)

Not to mention the writers give him fun side stuff all the time. Lots of fears of tech and water to overcome, a deep protective streak with Lloyd, becoming a chancellor, having a true potential actually relevant to the plot as a whole, blacksmith responsibilities, befriending dragons, hanging out with his dad. Not to mention actual focus stuff we haven't talked about yet, like his whole "my dad is evil" phase, and his "I might be evil" phase with him and Skylor. And on top of that, even when he doesn't have an explicit side plot, he's always just a fun and dynamic side character to make jokes or give exposition.

Now, into character stuff. Let's start with Kai's hot headed-ness. Some people say he's been loosing this quality, and I will admit, that's true! But those that claim this makes him inconsistent... I strongly disagree. In early seasons, Kai's temper would lead him to snap at his friends or make stupid decisions that set the team back (see episode 2 Zane freak out)- these are bad things. These are character flaws, yes? Now, in newer seasons, people say that he's inconsistent, cuz sometimes he'll be hot headed, and sometimes he won't. I'd say, this is exactly how being hot headed... works? It flares up without warning, and as an individual gets control of it, it'll pop up less and less often because they're channeling it into productive things - like say directing the anger towards an enemy (see season 11 end freak out). Kai has gained control of a character flaw, and though it still pops up on occasion, the fact that it's a once in a while kind of thing speaks to his growth. I have a little brother who has this exact personality, and watching him grow up, I can tell you, this is how it is. He used to snap all the time, and he still does sometimes, but much less frequently, because he's a more mature person with better control of his emotions. This is a good thing. This is overcoming personal flaws. This is progression we're seeing.

And while you're hyper focused on this one aspect of him, things like his cocky confidence haven't changed a bit. I mean, that season 3 bit between him and Pixal, and his season 11 "fire maker" streak have the exact same energy. You can not convince me otherwise.

Another adjacent quality that hasn't been dampened is Kai's impulsiveness. This can be a good quality of his, he'll get into a fight without thinking, getting the jump on the enemy. Good stuff. But, this has become such a well defined trait of Kai's that it has been used in a comedic capacity. This is what happens when a character is extremely consistent to the extent that both the audience and the characters in universe would be able to predict their actions. Kai's impulsivity used to be a more serious quality that put himself and others at risk, and was a big power move whenever he did something rash, but it's become such a staple of the show that it's now being used for comedy. That isn't Kai's impulsivity going away, that's Kai's impulsivity being recontextualized for the sake of the show. The season 9 "Who's stupid enough to jump on that thing" isn't a joke at the expense of Kai just for being dumb, it's a joke at Kai's being so predictably impulsive that everyone already knows he'll be the one to put himself in an insane amount of danger without thinking twice (you know, something stupid that might get him killed). But because in this instance, the danger is warranted, this is bravery. It's a complement to his character- it's what ends up defeating the colossus. Why are some people so bothered by this joke?

Oh right, cuz for some reason people want to peg Kai as the smart one? Look, Kai isn't stupid, none of the ninja are. All of them have smart moments (all of them have dumb ones too) and Kai can certainly handle himself, but "smart" is definitely not one of his defining characteristics- I think some people are confusing smart for his actual strength. Connected to his impulsivity, Kai has very good simplistic instincts. He sees the big picture and looks at the most surface level solution- which when the situation calls for it, that does indeed make him smart. But the same logic that led him to think "This snake has a glowing target on its head, lets hit it" also led him to think "I'm in a video game, therefore I am immortal." Are you really going to look at me and say he figured out Lloyd was the green ninja through logical deduction and a careful consideration of the facts? No. He had a gut feeling, and he trusted it. Instincts- instincts paired with his impulsive following of said instincts is what leads him to solve problems- and sometimes, that can be extremely effective. This goes for other ninja too. Jay isn't the smartest ninja- I would really only classify Zane and Nya as having intelligence define them (hence their ship name). But Jay is extremely creative and crafty. He also knows his was around mechanics, and as such, this will lead him to come up with creative tech based solutions which are smart. But, idk about you, if I had to point to another ninja as being 'dumb' it would 100% be Jay. Kai is a lot of things. He's passionate and determined and confident and persistent. He's a good improvisor, he's powerful and he's charming! These are all wonderful qualities, he doesn't also have to be the smart one. I am the worlds biggest Pixal stan, and she's a smart, sassy, powerful character, but I'm not gonna sit here and tell you she's also hilarious and adaptable and strong willed. She's a straight man to all the ninja's antics, extremely tied to her samurai x suit, and lets people push her around all the time. That doesn't mean she can't be funny, or self interested, but when she does act these ways, it stems from her other more prominent qualities. That make sense?

And while we're clearing up what Kai isn't, please stop characterizing Kai as an overly protective brother - especially romantically. The only two times he's been romantically protective to Nya are in Wu's Teas which I mean, come on and in the pilots when Jay is literally a stranger. For crying out loud, by the end of the pilot, he's smiling when Jay and Nya hug. That's not overly protective, that's just normal, any reasonable person would react this way, protective. And it's such a great stereotype break for a kids show like ninjago, having an older brother who actually trusts his younger sister to be her own independent person who can make her own decisions. I mean, I guess it's fine if you HC differently but like... idk, I don't buy it.

Now, is there still room to criticize the writers? Yes. Hell yes. But not to an extent greater than any other character. Could he have had more of a defined reaction to events of the most recent season that I won't name for the sake of spoilers? Yes. But could Zane have reacted for more than .5 seconds at being an evil war lord for apparently 60 years? Yeah. Has Kai taken a back seat in the past 4 seasons? Yeah. But so has Lloyd- and he's literally the main character of the show. Not to mention two of those seasons have gone to people who had to wait over ten seasons to get one to themselves, and one of them is a 40 minute special. Kai's doing just fine.

Anyway. Kai is great. He's a fun, stereotype breaking, impulsively driven, ball of energy and confidence who gets a good amount of screen time and some fun side plots.

One last thing to clear up: no hate to anyone. This isn't targeted at anyone specific, this post has been a long time coming, I've just seen some weird overblown claims on various platforms over the past few months and I finally sat down to write about it.

I like the Kai content we have. After all, if the writers were really that bad at writing him, then no one would like him.

Wow this was so much longer than I thought it would be. Um... if you have other long winded rants you'd like to see from me... let me know I guess?

#ninjago #kai ninjago #kai smith #parachuterants #analysis #lets add this tag:#/lh

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h2bakugou · 3 years

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hello! May I please have a Dabi x fem reader in the lov who likes to draw? I think she finds his scars and stuff to be a work of art in itself and is like (oh heck I gotta sketch this). He glances at what she’s drawing and she gets all flustered! Maybe he even takes his shirt off at one point which can lead to some other things~ (I like smut but if you think fluff fits the prompt better that’s alright with me!) Thank you and I love your writing!

a/n: hii! of course love! this is super sweet omg i love dabi, i feel like i dont capture his character very well but imma try like hell😩😩this is probably ooc for him but it’s sappy and i love it

summary: dabi’s hard to read, but that doesn’t stop you from sketching him. you find beauty in his flaws, entranced by his scars, so much so that dabi can’t help but be interested in you.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, sappy romance bc i love this man, some spicy themes, one mention of a slight(possible? idrk what counts) manga spoiler (e.g. dabi’s past/history) (manga spoilers in tags!!)

wordcount: 2k

;cut due to suggestive themes;

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It’s never been a really big secret that you liked drawing. But when it comes to working for the league, specifically, the League of Villains, your line of work doesn’t allow for very much downtime unless you’re in the midst of planning some sort of attack or rebellion.

Whether or not the league keeps hopping from rendezvous spot to rendezvous spot isn’t up to you, but you never fail to get a little used to the eerily calming silence that falls upon the league during the first twenty-four hours of the new four walls that seem to keep you safe for the time being.

With a barely sharpened pencil in your hand, a small drawing pad in the other, you’re staring at Dabi as you sketch him.

It started as a bit of a joke, maybe just teasing him since he liked to tease you about being into him since you were the only one he was really super close, if you could call being the first one he spoke to every time he saw you or the one you sought out to be paired up with during missions, ‘super close.’

But now, it was something you enjoyed.

Dabi was one among the very interesting members of the league. Something about his scars just seemed to entrance you. Pulling you in further and further down a rabbit hole of questions that you had but never let leave past your lips.

It felt wrong to ask, not that it was a bad thing to be curious, but because Dabi was just so mysterious. No one knew anything about him, or about who he was, his past, even his real name was a mystery.

It felt wrong to disturb the unnerving peace that was Dabi. The resting expression on his features balancing on a thin cable between anger and poor personal resilience.

Dabi’s scars were the highlight of your sketches, always standing out. What the others may have thought to be ugly, or unattractive, you thought were beautiful, and emotional.

There was a story behind them, one you wanted to know, one you wanted to uncover and read, page by page, line by line, and word for word, discovering just how truly deep Dabi’s past was. But only Dabi could show you that, only Dabi could open that book for you. And you were willing to wait. You’d wait an eternity if you had too.

His rough raven hair is messy and strewn about as you scribble down his facial features, the groggy lighting making it just a tad difficult to see as you lead the pencil over the warm white paper littered with graphite covered fingerprints.

His arms are positioned on a counter, the art work resembling how he was sitting sloped against the kitchen table, elbows pressed against the dark mahogany wood, hands resting by his mouth as his cerulean eyes peer off at the cracked cement wall in front of him, occasionally glancing back at you.

The other members of the league were scattered about but it didn’t bother you. Toga asked you a couple of questions, wondering what you were doing, if you were excited about the new plans and such.

You replied quietly as to not disturb the peace.

But soon some of the members left, going off to go eat or find something to do. And soon you were among the few left behind, along with Dabi, Shigaraki and Mr. Compress.

Having almost finally finished your current sketch, you were stopped by a pair of hands picking up your drawing pad. Rough and calloused fingers drew your pad away and your attention away.

“Hey I’m not finished.” You glanced up at Dabi. Dabi just admired the talent poured into the sketch. Dabi couldn’t wrap his head around why you drew him so often, but he didn’t mind. It was kind of touching in a way.

“Is that really what I look like?” Dabi joked, handing you back your sketch pad.

“You have looked in a mirror once before, right?” You titled your head to the side, adding a bit more detail to his scars as you began to draw again.

“A few times. But I’d rather look at you, doll.” Dabi’s hands reached down again, this time pulling at your hands. Leading you out of the room where the other two members sat, finding a way to entertain themselves, Dabi lead you up some stairs in questionable condition.

Picking a random room, he sat down on the rickety bed and waited for you to sit down.

“Why’s that?” You tease, returning to drawing, looking up at him every few seconds to reference. And to admire him.

“You’re easy on the eyes, beautiful and-”

“Are you saying you’re not beautiful, Dabi?” You stopped him, not pausing to look at him.

“I’m not beautiful, I’m gorgeous.” Dabi chuckled, shaking his head jokingly as he laid back against the bed, his head dangling off the opposite end.

“You are.” You confirm. Finally finishing up your sketch. You get up and walk over to him, handing him the finished sketch.

“You add so much detail to my scars. They’re just scars.” The tips of Dabi’s ears flush as heat floods to his face. He’s flustered but he won’t admit it. He can’t understand why you think he’s so beautiful.

You don’t speak. For the first time, you’re speechless. You sit down beside Dabi, and now that he’s sitting up, he faces you.

You reach your hands out and gently lift one of his arms, holding one of his hands in your own. You run your fingers across the scarred flesh, gently caressing his skin.

His hands are cold compared to your warm fingers. He’s getting chills all down his spine as you touch him. It’s not meant to be anything out of the ordinary, but he’s still shocked that he’s letting you touch him.

“Your scars are beautiful. I’m sure there’s a story, something about them that might make you hate them, but I love them, and I think they make you that much more beautiful. You are a masterpiece, every scar a carefully calculated brushstroke on a beautiful canvas.” Your words finally come out, overflowing with love. You can’t sit quietly anymore.

“Dabi you are beautiful.” Your eyes lock with his, and you can tell he’s unsure of what to do.

Dabi no longer felt he had the ability to cry, but if he’d let himself, he would’ve done it in that moment. Being so open and vulnerable around you just happened. It came too easily, and he hated it, but he loved you.

Pulling his arm away form your warm touch, he tossed his jacket off and to the side before tearing his shirt away from his body, allowing you to see his chest, and more of his scar covered skin.

Sitting quietly with a faint blush on your cheeks, you couldn’t look away. trying to avoid staring directly at his toned chest and his nipples, you raised your hand and allowed your fingers to sink down across his sternum.

Soon your fingers were met with his abs, which the heat on your face noticed far too well.

“Say it again.” Dabi mumbled. You lifted your head to look into his eyes again, your hand still resting against his chest.

“You are beautiful-” The moment the words left your lips, Dabi’s own lips were pressed against yours. Kissing you roughly, more than he intended too, his hands mangled into yours, pushing your arms over your head.

His heart was pounding and it felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest onto yours. Pulling away for a few seconds, Dabi’s hair covered his eyes as he looked down, finding interest in the collar of your shirt.

“I want you.” Dabi’s words were simple, but they didn’t have to be complex. You knew what he meant, and you knew what he wanted. You wanted it too. A chance to see him in a different light, with deeper meaning.

A chance to connect with him, one on one.

“Then take me.” Your fingers intertwined with his, your arms still resting above your head. It didn’t take long for his lips to magnetize back to yours, sticking to them like glue.

When Dabi thought about sex, he didn’t come anywhere close to making love. There wasn’t that sort of option when it came to him. He didn’t think he was at all capable of love, let alone a relationship that was going to have any sort of emotional connection strong enough to make him feel stable.

But you, you were so vastly different from anyone he’d ever fucked. So different from an excuse to get his dick wet, to get his mind off of league business or heaven forbid, his past.

But you, you were what he needed, what he wanted. It was far from therapy, but it’d work. Having you around was like a drug, addicting, and he’d be going through withdrawals if he couldn’t have you.

Feeling you, touching you, fucking you, kissing you, it was fuel to his fire. He was damaged goods, broken and shattered, impossible to put together, but you were doing your best, working on the smallest parts, exercising precautions, and opening your heart to him.

Hearing his name in the form of your moans as he rutted into you, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips drove him wild, much like the way your hands tangled into his hair, forcing his head into your chest where he kissed and sucked on your skin, leaving marks.

Your moans and his own grunts of pleasure were spewing from the locked room. Dabi didn’t care if the others heard, he was enjoying the moment.

Every part of it. Every part of you, every part of your body, your words, your love. And before he knew, Dabi was at his highest, his face flush against your naked chest, breathing heavily as he inhaled your scent.

Still inside you, he didn’t move, allowing the two of you to catch your breath. It was in this moment, if Dabi allowed himself to cry, he would’ve cried a second time. He was so infatuated with you, so attached.

“I love you.” Your words scared him, causing his cerulean eyes to peak at you through locks of his noir hair.

“That’s stupid.” Dabi kissed your sternum, kissing up your chest, stopping at your neck to leave a little mark, only to meet at your lips in the end.

“How?” You ask softly, your hands massaging his scalp as his lips hover over yours.

“I can’t explain it, it just is.” Dabi frowned, trying to understand what your eyes were saying as they clouded with emotion.

“Love is complex, and I think that maybe you’ve never really had good experiences with it. If you’d let me, I could show you just how beautiful it can be.” You offer, a small smile on your lips.

“If you feel the need-”

“I do. I love you, and I want you to know love.” You kissed his forehead. Dabi eventually pulled out, not minding the mess, he’d clean up later.

“I want you to know why I love you.” You whispered, hugging him closer to you.

“Why I love your scars, your hands, your strength, the rasp in your voice, all of it. I love.” Dabi’s arms are strung over your waist as he lays, face nuzzled in your neck. It’s a bit of a stretch for him, and he feels out of place, but it’s oddly comfortable.

The next couple of times you draw Dabi, you ask to see him shirtless again. And with every new sketch, there’s something new to be learned, for Dabi. He’s learning about love, and loving you.

He finds that you still draw him incredibly cute, and though he won’t admit it, he loves when you draw him. He’ll pose for you if you ever ask, and you always tease him a little about how it was like he was born to be a model.

It’s a long road ahead of you, but it’s one you’re willing to take, to show Dabi just how important love is.

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#dabi #dabi x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader #touya #touya x reader

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itstheimpossibledream · 3 years

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It’s Only A Play -Part 3

Word Count:3244

Pairing : AU Henry Cavill x FemBlack!Reader

Summary: We love a good slow burn. SMUT

The bag crackled in his large hands. You found yourself wondering why he even bothered delicately tearing the wrapping, when he could easily smash both the wrapper and cookie open in one fist. The fortune seemed so small in his hands.He held the paper back a bit further than you would have expected and you realized he was probably one of those people who needed glasses but refused to get them.He cleared his throat again."It says 'The art of living is taking the biggest chance.'"

"In bed." you said quickly

"What?!" his eyebrows flew up in shock but,he laughed to keep from appearing to hopeful.

"It's an American thing. You read a fortune cookie and at the end you add in bed. It makes every fortune cookie funnier, I promise."you said not breaking eye contact. He threw his head back and laughed even harder. It was a childish trick but, something about it tickled him so much he hardly noticed when his hat fell off of his head and onto Kal who had been peacefully sleeping in the slice of floor behind Henry's chair. His baritone chuckles echo through the apartment and you’re amazed that neighbors didn't even cross his mind as a concern in this place.Realistically he probably wasn’t even home enough to get a noise complaint. His laughing had lessened and you could feel him watching you. You knew people who had embarrassingly nice apartments but, nothing like this. This was just lavishly ridiculous.

"It gets lonely being here alone." He said evenly,reading your mind. "Family doesn't visit much and keeping friends with a schedule like mine is just..."

"Not easy ." you finished for him.You could feel his eyes boring into you carving out a space in your heart for him and you try to will yourself to stop. You both sat comfortable on the silence for a while, momentarily mutually mourning the lifestyle you lost to live your dream.

"Okay read yours!" Henry gestured to you cookie. You smashed it to bits,gingerly pulling out the paper fortune. You sat up tall clearing your throat trying to figure out if this fortune would be equally funny or if your childish trick had run it's course.

"You Are very talented in many ways in bed." You say bursting out laughing as he doubled over again.

"Come on! How come I couldn't have gotten that one" he jokes shrugging his shoulders.

" Just wasn't your fortune."you tease winking at him and getting up from the table.Okay so you were flirting with him,definitely flirting with him. But a highschool showmance was so unlike you. You knew the golden rule was to never go for your co-stars and yet here you were winking and shit. Maybe he'd ignore it , he really knew nothing about you outside of your work.

"So what made you like this story? When you got the script when did know you had to do it ?" He had moved from the table, his eyes shown brightly as he recovered his hat from the floor on his way. At the end of dinner you assumed it would be normal to grab your jacket and go back to your room.It's not like he had really planned for you to be over, and you weren't even friends so staying up this late with him to gossip wasn’t exactly in the cards. You had already learned so much more about him than you had expected to. He expertly moved to the kitchen,uncorked a bottle of wine he had chilling in the refrigerator and returned to the couch handing one of the glasses to you. So, now you were staying, I mean it’d be rude to turn down wine.

"Uhhhhh- well I think the relationship is relatable, it's real. It's not about these two perfect people but, it's about this perfect love they have... ya know?" You whirl yourself onto the seat on the couch next to him."To imagine what they were going through as a couple I mean- it must have made everything harder, these characters are from completely different worlds and they still choose each other in their own way. " He nods next to you , this was new. Geeking out with him about work wasn't what you expected but, you were actually enjoying it.

"So let me ask you something?"he pushes leaning in , He wrings his hands together and you’re distracted by the veiny passageways that mark down from his forearms."When do you think it would actually be necessary for them to have a sex scene?"he asks timidly.

"Right!" you exclaim! "I love Stephen but the way he directs it makes it feel so clunky !"you emphasize with your hands and he chuckles saying "Okay I'm so glad you noticed it too- like who has sex like this robots?"

"You know his partners have to be weird." you laugh , noticing how pointy his canines are. God, he looks like one of those twilight vampires, his stupid skin probably did shine in actual sunlight Not that New York would get any though,you acknowledge while making a mental note , not to drink to much of the wine that was clearly causing you to get distracted. You finish your glass and set it on the coffee table.

"Yeah I don't know i just think it's an unconventional love story and we need more of those." you smile , sheepishly meeting his eyes , going back to the topic of the show. His lower lip juts up as he nods,in agreement.

"Soooooo what's next?"you pop up, moving to his kitchen opening random cabinets, trying to find his liquor stash. You come across the empty bottle, of what must have been the wine you just drank and turn to him in the living room with a fake pout. It wasn’t that you were bored, or even that you didn’t want to spend time with him sober ;as much as it was that you desperately needed to cling to the idea that he wasn’t a good man for you.

"O. you can smoke out on the terrace if you want, and I don't have any more drinks here but,I can call down to the frontdesk to run and get you something.” Your eyes rolled so hard they almost fell out of your head.

"Of Course you have a front desk."you chortled to yourself.

"Hey, this is the flat the show is paying to keep me in not my own." he pointed at you in mock sternness

"No I'm okay. I don't smoke and drink all the time " you chided at him,he probably didn't really think that. He was just trying to drum up some conversation.

"and here I thought you were a real New Yorker." he jokes breaking into a toothy grin.

" I'm from a very small town-" you divulged with a sigh"definitely not New York.”

"Yeah- there's not many people from where I grew up around here either." he said plainly , moving to take off his rehearsal sneakers, for what was probably the first time since you had gotten to his place.

"You miss it a lot huh?" you ask

"I mean I go back often but, it's just much nicer to not have camera's up your ass all the time."he huffs, moving to the second set of laces.

"Ahh that good old Hollywood fame." you joke, with a sigh. He just smiles at you, beaming embarrassingly knowing he can never seem to say the right thing around you. For some reason busting his balls was somehow so much better than admitting to a feeling that you were becoming increasingly aware of,you wanted him.

"I'm not like a smoker smoker" you say, slicing through the silence "I picked it up from my ex and it just kinda stuck." you admit with a flippant gesture of your hand." But, only when I'm nervous or something."you felt the need to clarify.

"And why would you be nervous?"He smirked, pushing his shoes under the decoratively simplistic coffee table across from him and sliding down the front of the couch to sit on the floor. His thighs seemed abnormally large as he spread his legs out and started stretching. This time it was your turn to look away from him.You peeled your eyes,just as quick as he had before your shower. The confidence that radiated from him was absolutely maddening. You couldn't understand how any man could be so aware of their looks and yet still come off as slightly shy.

"I'm always nervous the first days of rehearsal.The new schedule, the new people, it's all just overwhelming at times." you divulged honestly. He pulled a knee into his chest heaving a sigh as you continued. "I wish I never started smoking though." you circled back.

"Do you wish you never met him too?"Henry asked, inquisitively peering up from under his hat as he switched knees. You exhaled slowly,fighting for the right way to answer that question.

"Sometimes yes" you nodded. "When I first moved to New York it was really tough, I felt really lonely too." you allowed your voice to trail into a whisper. There is a silence and then you can feel his eyes on you, your cheeks burning red-hot and the more you avoid looking at him the stronger the urge is.

"So that's why you're single." it was brutal but, you weren't upset.Long ago you had come to a similar realization about yourself. Plus, european’s had a way of sounding rude while simply stating facts, it’s part of what makes them so trendy.

"You've allowed life to make you become tough and jaded so you just don't date?Is that it?" he perked an eyebrow in your direction while removing his baseball cap.While you took no offense to his comment, that didn't stop you from hating it.

"Why do you care?" you asked immediately, choosing the defensive instead of going deeper and chasing him down the rabbit hole of honesty.

"See what is that?" he questioned.It was clear he was not going to be letting this go anytime soon.

"I'm trying to do the assignment. I'm trying to get to know you and you push me away."

"Don't be ridiculous."you roll your eyes toward him once again."I'm not pushing you away I just have boundaries and things I don’t want to discuss with you."

You push up from the couch and head in the direction of your room. It was not within his right to pry about your personal relationships,and truly there was nothing more to discuss. Plus, you knew if you stayed close to him a moment longer, you would give into his eyes and the beautiful vanes bulging in his large hand.

"Why?" he asked jumping to his feet,his agility momentarily shocking you as you turn to leave.

"Because I don't want to ! Because you're not-"

"Not what?" he pushes" I've been working around you and this thing between us and I don't why you can be blunt about everything else except this !" He got dangerously close to raising his voice and it stirred the butterflies in your stomach. Something about him being so stern with you set your sex drive ablaze. You could feel yourself biting down hard on your bottom lip and the more you refused to break eye contact with him the more fired up you became. You could see the honesty behind his eyes, he was trying with you, he was proving himself every step of the way and you hated how much you loved it.

"Fine. What is it? What's the THIS?" you ask sarcastically, staring directly at him. His face looked blank and you wondered for a moment if you had asked the right thing. He grabs your hand,falling back onto the couch and pulling you onto the couch on top of him.You quickly realize you are able to put yourself in a position where you can straddle him as he grabs your face, pulling you down to kiss him. You kiss him back slowly , taking time to explore with your tongue. You can feel his hand tangled in your hair at the back of your head and it does something wild to you. You grind down into him and you hear a slight moan escape his mouth.

You bite down suddenly on his bottom lip before coming up for air and he simply can't take it anymore. He wraps his arms around your legs and lifts you up by the bottom of your thighs, carrying you into the bedroom. You feel ridiculously delicate in his arms as he carries you. You break from the kiss momentarily, to make sure your head is ducking all the way under the doorframe as he holds you,smiling into your kiss.

You pull your own shirt off, letting it hit the floor with a loud 'thwack'. The noise momentarily wakes you out of your horny haze. As he lays you on the bed,you bring your forearm up to cover your eyes, in the vaguest attempt of shielding yourself from your own embarrassment. He pulls your pants off and while unsure ,you don't protest as he gingerly splays your legs open for him to see the wetness that had pooled in your underwear.

"O you're so wet for me now."he smiles from ear to ear as you peek through your hand just enough to see his perfectly chiseled chest and you shut your eyes again wondering if this could be real, if he's real.

" We're not done ."he smirks, grabbing you by the legs and pulling you towards him. He then gracefully flips you over onto your hands and knees facing away from him.He pulls your panties down and drags his large fingers over your wet slit and you arch your back at his touch. He settles one hand on your hip as he uses the other hand to work himself into you.You had imagined he was big, but when you feel his head poking into you, you knew your fantasies could never compare to the reality. He uses the hand on your hip to slowly pull you further onto him until you are taking in his whole length. Moving painstakingly slowly, in and out of you. You hear him moaning above you and then he whispers "Fuck” in that stupid accent before snapping his hips into you and pushing you forward. He uses his other hand to prop you up because he knows he's pushing way to hard for someone of your size. Slamming into your pretty little cunt over and over again. You let out his name and you allow plea after plea for him to let you cum. He pounds into you grabbing your hair and pulling your face up to meet his.After a few more thrusts he finally graces you with a reply.

"No." he says and then pulls out of you. Your body immediately feels drained, completely and utterly fucked out and somehow all you want is more. You hold the position for a minute breathing into the lack of movement when you look back to see Henry watching you. Working himself in his large hand, the veins in his arms bulging and a slight bead of sweat beginning to work it's way onto his forehead.

"Turn over" he commands, and as much as you want to move quickly your legs feel like jelly,the smile line at the corner of his mouth fades as he walks towards you and flips you over himself. He positions himself above you again and says "I want to see that pretty face you make when you cum." he smiles down at you sweetly. Pushing in between your hot folds again and the noise you make is downright pornographic. You know it , he knows it and only fuels the fire behind his thrusts . He reaches for your neck again, giving you a pale necklace of fingers and veins that contrasts with your skin . With his other hand you feel him grab at your hand and interlace your fingers with his, above your head. Your eyes fly open and he is looking directly at you, smiling a bit and you can tell he is taking you in. Revelling in all the tiny noises and ways your body responds to his. You can feel his pace quicken as his moans increase, it almost feels as though the longer you look at him the harder he fucks into you, challenging you, seeing if you can handle him. His curls begin to dampen and stick to his forehead, you watch while he looks down on you. He momentarily breaks having his hand at your throat to bring his own pointer to his mouth. You watch as he lighlty bites down on it while letting out a moan.It's almost as if he's trying to keep himself quiet, or burn this view into his brain, but he's to turned on to focus. He fucks into you harder and harder, you can't take it, seeing his teeth around his own finger made you absolutely feral. You cried out his name immediately and before you could realize what was happening you felt your walls tightening again under him. Your legs shook as waves of pleasure washed over you and you could feel yourself clamping down on him. He fucked you through the orgasm, and when it seemed as though you had recovered, he climbed up your body, forcing his cock down your throat, and came instantly. He shudders and makes deep grunts on top of you. You can't help but gag a little on his length as you try to take in the art that is his unclothed body. He hears you struggling for breath and immediately pulls himself out of you. He holds a thumb at the bottom of your chin and watches as you swallow every drop of him. When you're done you look up at him, giving him your best attempt at doe eyes and he turns your chin up for him to kiss you . Fuck. Fuck. you were not supposed to fuck your coworker.Especially not this coworker, you barely even liked him. After a few moments of making out the contact fizzled and eventually he was just laying next to you, breathing heavily.

"It's purely physical." you sighed, watching the small curly hairs on his pecs as his chest heaved.

"Is it?" he began laughing. His smile shone bright in the dimness of the room. He turns to face you, leaning in for a kiss again and you're to weak to deny him.

"Dammit." he whispers between your lips. You grab the back of his head pulling him closer to you, your mind to blissed out and high for you to think.He kisses you hard and then pulls back. He hops off the bed, chest heaving as he uses his forearm to wipe away the sweat. You sleepily roll over to face where he's going. Some minutes pass and before you know it your overly fucked body is begging for rest.You drift of to sleep feeling euphoria in the big bed.

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