#my first push closer into hand drawn animation

[neteyamslovrr]

TO LOSE YOU

summary: tsu'tey had lost everyone he had ever loved. fearful of loving you to lose you, he pushes those feelings down just for you to dig them back up

3.5k words fem!omaticaya reader angst to fluff

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Quick, agile, brave, and mighty. Four words to describe the great warrior Tsu’tey.

He was idolized by every young hunter, he had wooed every woman, he was the man of the people. However, this man lacked the space in his heart for more than the people, a space that needed vulnerability and kindness. What space was that? A space for someone special.

Tsu’tey was in the forest, his limbs movingly stealthily against the foliage, his bow drawn, ready to shoot. The soft sounds of the forest were twittering in his perked-up ears, moving to the direction of any sound. He had just lost sight of a large creature, perfect to bring back to his people. Yet the creature had run off into the forest faster than Tsu’tey could draw his bow.

He was extremely alert, as you have to be in the hostile forest. But each of his senses were heightened. He wanted that animal, the fact that he missed his chance already made him angry but the fact he couldn’t find it again made him seer.

It was a quiet rustle in the flora that made Tsu’tey’s hunched back straighten as he tilted his body towards the sound. He was weary of the noise, knowing there were many sounds in this large forest, but this rustle grew closer and closer to him.

With the release of his arrow a shout was immediately heard, a shout no animal could have made. “AH! You Skxwang!” a woman had shouted in the distance. Feet taking off in a hurry, scurrying as his feet broke twigs and disturbed all life in the area as he senselessly ran towards the woman’s voice. As he landed upon the destination of the sound he found the woman was you, a woman he had grown up besides, trained with and fought wars with.

Eyes grew in worry as he realised his arrow had grazed the flesh of your thigh, you must’ve moved just in time not to be impaled, but that did not stop the blood gushing out of your open wound.

“Y/N! Why are you here?!” His first reaction was to shout, demand to understand why you were so deep in the forest following him, however, it was soon abandoned as he noticed your inability to respond to anything as you held you leg wailing in pain.

He was speechless. The only sound he was able to conjure was to call his direhorse. He saw your blood-stained hands and felt nauseous. There was so much blood.

The trotting of his horse was met with a feeling of relief as he reached down to pick you up. “OW!”

“I am sorry! We must get you to Tsa’hik!”

“Skxwang! You- AH!” He tried to be quick placing you on the back on his horse but it didn’t distract from the pain. He hopped behind you, connecting with his horse and holding you from behind riding through the forest with haste.

Every trot was met with a hiss of pain until you both reached the Tsa’hik’s hut.

You now laid on the ground of her tent, jars of medicinal herbs filling your senses as the pain shot through your leg. “I swear Tsu’tey I am going to pluck your eyes- OW!”

Tsu’tey paced around the tent, he was going to stay with you until Mo’at had declared you fit. He was the perpetrator. The one who shot an arrow mere millimetres away from impaling your leg. Every time you hissed and shouted the guilt in his chest grew heavier. He knew he was off his shooting game but he didn’t think he was going to seriously injure one of his people, definitely not someone he had grown up beside.

“Be quiet my child, the pain will subside shortly.” Mo’at’s voice was calming, as her lengthy fingers worked precisely to tie a thick fabric around the gash to stop some of the final bleeding.

“Thankyou Tsa’hik.” Breathlessly you thanked her as she gave you a knowing nod before leaving the tent to attend to other tasks. She was a busy woman.

Tsu’tey stared down at you, his mouth agape. He had never been so stricken before seeing someone in such pain that he had caused.

“I am sorry Y/N.” He kneeled next to you, laying a hand on your shoulder. Shuddering at his touch you grunted in response. “I truly am.”

“It is unlike you to apologize.”

“I have injured you, it is different.” You hummed rolling your head to the side to face away from Tsu’teys frowning face. A long beat of silence enters the room, embracing your bodies with the tension. “Why were you out following me?”

Your breath hitched in response, you didn’t want to reveal the real reason you were following him in the forest. You couldn’t, it would destroy the simple friendship the two of you share. “Why is it any of your business?”

“Because you followed me into the forest, without warning knowing it could be dangerous.” A stern tone now erupted out of Tsu’tey, his signature frown adorning his face.

“I don’t think I owe you anything considering you almost killed me.” You had got him there. He wasn’t going to badger an injured woman but he was going to badger his injured friend.

“Tell me.”

“It is none of your business Tsu’tey.”

“Y/N.” he growled lowly, tail whipping back and forth due to his anger.

“Do me a favour Tsu’tey and please get me some water. I am thirsty.”

“Your attempt at changing the subject is poor.” Even though he was ridiculing your attempts he was still getting the water for you. A large leaf in his hand he sat back down beside you. Sitting up to take the water out of his hands the pain in your thigh run through your entire body. “Ah!”

“Lay back I will feed to you.” Tsu’tey motioned for you to lay back as you swatted his hand away.

“I…can drink m-myself.” Your attempt at sitting up again failed as the pain in your thigh became more intense. Tsu’tey gave you a look, one that said, ‘just sit back please.’ You complied laying back on your forearms as Tsu’tey scooted towards your head.

One hand help your chin tilting your head upwards as the other held the leaf steadily to slowly poor the water into your mouth. His slender fingers on your chin made your face tingle. You had yearned for Tsu’tey since you were children, but you pushed those feelings down as he grew older and grew interested in other women. Those feelings never went away and in times like these they resurfaced immediately.

“Thankyou Tsu’tey.” You smiled back at him before removing the weight off your forearms and lying back down.

“It is duty. No need to thank.” Ah yes. Duty. No matter what Tsu’tey had his duties. That is what he tended to most now. He was the only warrior with no mate. After Sylwanin was killed and Neytiri mated to Jake sully he had never wanted to find another. He wasn’t bothered any longer to find a mate when his first duty was to serve his people beside Jake.

But that never stopped you from hoping that one day he would look at you in a different light. See you as a woman not a friend. You hoped that his heart also fluttered when you met eyes or when your limbs brushed up against each other, but it felt useless. He never would feel that way.

This however was where you were wrong. His heart fluttered but he refused to let it show, he refused to accept this feeling. It was weak of him. It only brought hurt to his life when he loved so he would stay beside you as a friend.

“You can go Y’know. I will not perish.” He nodded with a chuckle.

“You are too tough to perish, but I cannot leave. You must tell me why you followed.” As he went back to the sore subject you hissed at him in annoyance.

“You will get no answer from me. Don’t annoy me while I lay injured by your doing.” Tsu’tey hissed back in annoyance.

“Y/N I do not understand what it so hard to tell…” before he finished you let out a loud shouting hiss at him baring your teeth at him.

“Go.” For one so annoyed at Tsu’tey you couldn’t in your heart be mean. So you ‘go’ was not a demand but rather sounded like a desperate plead.

Tsu’tey frowned, his forehead creasing as he got up from his position next to you. “Goodbye Y/N.” he muttered before sulking out of the Tsa’hik’s tent to go tend to his other duties for the day.

It had been a couple days and you were now completely healed. Tsu’tey popped into the tent once or twice a day to give you water or feed you some fruit but decided to not pester you about your whereabouts on that day. He knew there was a reason you would not tell him, but he also knew there was no way he could get you to talk so he decided to keep his mouth shut.

As you felt cooped up in your tent for the past few days you took this time to go and just lay in the forest, fly your ikran and be one with nature. It made you feel calm and finally let you take a deep breath that wasn’t filled with strong scents of paste that had been massaged into your wound.

As soon as Tsu’tey saw you take flight to your ikran he knew it was time to ask about. To figure out your secret. Someone had to know, he prayed someone knew.

“Jakesully!” He shouted chasing after the Olo’eyktan. “You! Jakesully!” He shouted again finally gaining his attention.

“What? Huh? Oh brother, what is it that you need?” Jake patted a hand on Tsu’tey’s shoulder motioning for him to sit with him so they could converse.

Tsu’tey took a deep breath. He was nervous to ask the Olo’eyktan something about you. It would look stupid to Jakesully, he thought. That he had to be secretive to get the answers he needed from one of his close friends.

“Y/N. I question her actions.” His face was stern, eyes glaring hard at Jake with a slight twinkle of confusion.

 “Why don’t you just ask her? You two are friends aren’t you?” Tsu’tey rolled his eyes. If Y/N would have told him he would not have to be facing this shame right now.

“I already thought of that! Let me finish.”

“Ok ok….go ahead tough guy.” Tsu’tey grunted again before taking another deep breath.

“As you know…I shot her with my bow.” Jake just nodded listening intently. “Well that is because she followed me into the forest. She stalked me like prey and refuses to tell me why she was there.”

“Why are you asking me this? If she doesn’t want to tell you, you shouldn’t pester-”

“AGH! I know that! I must know though. You must know something about it you are Olo’eyktan.”

“Brother…I don’t know if she wants you to know.” Tsu’tey was growing more concerned by the second. What were you hiding from hi? What did you feel you could not confide within him?

“Please Jakesully. Please.” Jake knew it was serious when he begged, Tsu’tey never would have begged if it weren’t for something serious. Shaking his head Jake was now the one who was taking a deep breath.\

“Those wounds brother.” He pointed to the man gunshot wounds on Tsu’tey’s chest. “Those are the reason.”

“I do not understand. Why would me being shot make her follow me? She was not there when it happened.”

Jake wore a sad smile, laying a hand on his shoulder. “She was the one who found you Tsu’tey.”

He wasn’t responding to your calls through your neckpieces. “Tsu’tey? Do you copy? Please c’mon c’mon.” You begged he was alive as you rode deeper into the forest, looking eagerly for your Tsu’tey. Your heart was pounding, it felt as if you were about to throw up. Everything around you was loud, the animals screeching, the machinery exploding and the people screaming. Though that noise stopped as you saw a large blue figure sprawled out on the forest floor.

Your heart stopped and jumped out of your throat. Your hands were shaky as you walked closer to the figure. Please don’t be him. You prayed but those prayers were not heard. Because when you noticed his signature necklace adorning his battered body you let out a blood curdling scream. Nothing was loud anymore, not louder than the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears, pounding at your skull.

“MA TSU’TEY! NO NO NO!” You had fallen next to his limp body grasping his large hand in yours. The blood was overwhelming. You tried putting pressure on the wounds staining yourself in his death. His chest was still rising, a soft breath in and out as you pleaded with Eywa. “Oh great mother please! PLEASE! Do not let me lose this man. Oh Eywa I beg of you.”

Your pleas were drowned out by your own wails. Racking your chest as you cried into his weak body. “HELP US PLEASE. I NEED HELP PLEASE!” Your screams were lost to the sound of forest. Tears staining your face like his blood stained your hands. It felt like hours you laid there listening to his shaky breaths as you wept. “Y/N!” It was Jake, he rushed towards you. “Shit.”

“Please, help me take him back. He is still breathing. Please Jake. I need to get him help.” You looked crazy, blood shot eyes and blood down your arms and torso.

“Neytiri! We need backup!” Jake called before rushing over to Tsu’tey. You were holding onto his hand tightly.

“Your getting help now Tsu’tey. You will be fine.” You whispered into his ear following him onto Toruk with Jake.

You cradled his head in your arms. Still wailing as Jake tried to calm you down. Nothing could take away from the fact that you were holding your first loves dying body in your arms stained with his blood. You swore to yourself that you would never let this happen again. You would protect the might warrior who protects all.

Jake continued to tell Tsu’tey about how you didn’t leave his side until he woke. That everyone tried to tear you away from Tsu’tey’s sleeping body but you refused to let him out of your sight.

“She never wanted you to know about that day. She didn’t want you to know that she loves you. I mean man, sometimes I can still hear her screams from that day.”

Tsu’tey was frozen. You followed him, because you were afraid of losing him? Because you loved him? He felt those heart flutters he tried to push down, turn into thumps. You loved him?

“She follows me because…she is afraid?” Jake nodded patting his back. Tsu’tey was usually a stoic man, but all of his emotions were on his face. He was confused even though the truth was revealed. How long had you loved him? Were you always following him? Was he constantly blind to your affections or was he wilfully ignorant due his fear of loving again.

“She follows you because she can’t lose someone she loves. Which I think is something I would be afraid of too.” Tsu’tey nodded slowly, still trying to reel his thoughts back together.

“She loves me?” A small smile was apparent on his face. He was in disbelief. You saved him that day, you never told him. You lived every day keeping your love buried down. He was to dig it back up. Because…he thinks that he loves you as well.

“It’s obvious Tsu’tey.” Jake chuckled standing up wiping his hands of dirt. Giving Tsu’tey a hand to help him up.

“I love her too.”

“Once again brother. That is obvious.” Tsu’tey chuckled at this patting Jake on the back before giving him a brotherly hug.

“Thankyou Jakesully.” Then he took off immediately calling his ikran to find you in the forest. This rush of adrenaline was going to lead him to you. He can’t let his fear of love stop him from getting to you, not when you loved him so dearly.

You were collecting herbs and plants to bring back to Tsu’tey to thank him for taking care of you while you were injured. It made you blush thinking of how diligently he cared for you. It made you hope he had some feelings for you.

It was like you manifested his presence as you felt the soft breeze turn into gusts as the large ikran flew above and landed next to you.

“Tsu’tey? What are you doing here?” Tsu’tey hopped off his ikran and stood right in front of you. It was odd how he just stared into your eyes, refusing to break eye-contact. “Tsu’tey?”

“I know why you followed me.” Your heart dropped. Did Jake tell him? Did he fly all this was to tell you ‘thanks for saving me but I do not love you.’ Your face scrunched up, chin wobbling worried that he was going to make fun of your obscene methods of ‘protection.’

“There’s a reason I didn’t tell you.” Your voice was sharp and upset, but Tsu’tey didn’t flinch. His eyes were full of joy, it confused you entirely.

“You saved me Y/N. I am forever in debt to you.” You grimaced at his words. Was he going to butter you up so he could nicely reject you.

“It is what a friend does.”

“I can no longer be your friend.” He wished he didn’t say it so abruptly when he saw your pained expression. Your heart felt as if it shattered as you took a step back from him. Looking away to stop tears bursting out of your eyes. “No! Not like that.”

“Just reject me Tsu’tey. I understand you do not want to love after what has happened to you, it is selfish of me to hope.” Tsu’tey shook his head taking one of your hands in both of his and bringing it up to his mouth to kiss it gently.

“You have been there for me every milestone Y/N. For awhile my heart has skipped a beat when I see you but I constantly ignore it because I am so afraid of losing someone I love…but you have saved me, have loved me every moment. You have faced my fears of losing someone you love.” He placed your hand on one of the bullet scars and looked down at you.

“The day I was shot. I could only think if you were alright. I closed my eyes thinking of you. If I knew that I would have frightened you so badly Y/N, I would have dodged every bullet to save your heart the pain. But my negligence to your love is what has bruised your heart.”

You tried desperately not to let tears spill. After all these years of pining, it felt as if this day would never occur. “Tsu’tey…I have loved you for so long. When I saw you bleeding out I just-.” You started to get choked up, sniffling your own tears back up.

He only smiled sadly before pulling you into a tight embrace. He felt your body shake in his arms as he laid his chin on top of your head. “Let it out yawne.” It felt right calling you his beloved, he was so stupid to never act upon his love due to fear. He knew what it was like to see his love shot, he would be forever guilty for letting you find him.

“I follow you into the forest. Because I am scared that one day you will not return. Even if I had to live everyday as your friend it would be a life worth it if you were there.”

“You will not have to live as my friend Y/N. I see you.” He tilted your chin up so you could see the longing in his eyes as he confessed to you. “I am sorry for being ignorant to our feelings.”

“Do not apologize Tsu’tey. I see you.” He leaned in leaving a soft kiss on your lips. It was a kiss that was long needed between the two of you. It felt like your heart swelled and burst as you rested your hands on Tsu’tey’s chest as you kissed him passionately.

His hands pulled you closer to his body, as he kissed you back. Love spilling into each other as you broke the kiss to rest your foreheads together.

“I can’t believe I went so long without kissing you.”

“You should make it up to me then.”

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authors note: i wrote this very sick so plz forgive me if there are typos or anything! i am in my tsu'tey obsession rn so help fuel it for me. love ya'll <3

tags: @fanboyluvr @evelinakostina @tarrynightss @citruskasa @netesbby @xx-mayday-martyr-xx (tagged everyone who replied to the post)

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[angelsworks]

Sick Doggy Klaus Mikaelson x Fluttershy!Reader

Type : Oneshot

Challenge Masterlist -> Here

Summary: The sick dog you take back to your home isn’t what he appears to be

Warnings: injury of animal, violence, etc

You’d been picking flowers a while away from your small cottage. You’d walked down the weathered dirt path to an open meadow full of flowers. It was there that you started to fill your basket. The sun felt good on your skin, as did the breeze in your hair. You’d worn a lightly coloured flowy dress. One that fit into your almost cottage core aesthetic.

True to your aesthetic you did live in a cottage. That cottage happened to be on the outskirts of mystic falls - home to the weird and supernatural. Despite living there your whole life, you always felt a disconnect with the people around you. You’d prefer the company of animals to that of humans. But you still wanted to stay close to home, close to your roots.

The cottage was perfect. It had taken hard work on your part but it was now your home. It was a place you could live in peace with your animals. The majority of animals in your cottage weren’t necessarily pets. They came and went as they pleased. Always knowing your home would be there if they so needed it.

The exceptions were your dog and cat. Both strays that you had taken in over your time at the cottage.

It became almost a hobby of yours. Interacting and caring for animals. It was almost as if they were drawn to you. Or maybe you were just drawn to them.

A sound in the distance made you cease your flower picking. A loud cry from beyond the tree-line. Then a sharp howl. The sounds combined made you think it was a fox of some sort with the way it screamed. Then the howl lead you to a canine.

Abandoning your flower basket you cautiously walked towards the tree-line. Looking for any movement from the animal in question. When you saw none you made you way into the maze of trunks. Each one looking similar to the last. You knew these woods though, you wouldn’t get lost.

You followed your instincts and the occasional sounds of the animal. Finally you happened upon it, a relatively large wolf, dark grey in colour, apart from the dark patches on its face. It was in pain. The cause of that pain was a steel bait trap locked tightly around one of it arms or paws or legs.

“Oh no, you poor thing.” You pushed aside any idea of fear about this creature. Knowing that wolves weren’t necessarily common to the area but were warned against frequently.

You moved closer and it growled loudly. Causing you to jolt back slightly in fright.

“No, no, listen,” you crouch down trying to appear less threatening. “I’m here to help. Please let me help you.”

Almost like it could understand it stops it’s growling. Letting out a whine as it’s head falls to the ground.

You take it as a sign to get to work. Assessing the damage done to its leg and what the best course of action would be.

You take a breath, “I’m going to pry it off, okay? After that I’ll wrap it and take you back to my cottage.”

You rip your dress, pushing aside sad thoughts of damaging one of your favourite dresses. The fabric you’ve now got would be ideal to wrap it’s wound.

Next you press your hands down on the springs of the bear trap. This wasn’t your first time dealing with one even though the area was a hunt free zone. That fact didn’t stop some people.

As the force on the springs increases the jaws start to relive the pressure. They open slightly, enough to free the wolf’s leg from it. Once it’s clear you let go and the jaws snap shut.

You move to its leg, carefully wrapping the material of your dress around it. It’s not wounded badly, but it has broken the skin and it’s bleeding. When you’re finished the wolf gets up and starts to limp away.

“Hey, you can’t leave. There are hunters here most of the time, illegally of course. You won’t last long out there.” You tell it, trying to coax it in the direction of your cottage.

It sounds like it let’s put a huff of air as it turns around and starts to limp after you.

You walk slowly back to your cottage, picking up your basket on the way. You tell the wolf all about the different flowers you’ve collected and why. You tell it about the meanings of each that you learnt from your botany book.

“It’s not just me at the cottage you know. There’s Tilda, she’s a cat. And there’s Rocco, he’s a dog. You’ll have to be careful around Rocco he thinks everyone his girlfriend.” You laugh, making the wolf behind you growl.

“Are you a girl?” It growls again.

“A boy.” It stays silent.

You smile. Maybe it’s your mind playing tricks on you, but this wolf doesn’t seem normal. It’s too smart.

You approach the cottage by sundown. The wolf behind you still follows relatively closely. When you open the door you’re met with a bounding Rocco, who’s tail almost knocks off various photos and pots around it. It takes him less than ten seconds to notice the hulking grey figure behind you. He starts to bounce on his feet as he stares through your legs.

“No Rocco, no playtime. Go find Tilda, it’s dinner time.” You tell the dog. To which he trots off into your bedroom to bother the black cat most likely lounging under your bed.

You stand to the side of the door so the wolf can make his way inside. Once he does you close and lock the door then start to make a place up on one of your couches. Pulling blankets and pillows alike to fashion a bed of some kind for your visitor.

You motion to the couch, “You can sleep on here. Not that Rocco will be happy. He’s not normally allowed on the furniture.”

The wolf limps over the the couch. Then jumps up, careful not to put weight on its injured leg.

“I need to sort their dinner out, but I’ll find you something to eat soon.” Before leaving to the kitchen you find yourself stroking the wolf’s back, much like as it were your pet.

After sorting Rocco and Tilda’s dinner you call them both. Finding it unsurprising how Rocco runs in, almost colliding with the wall. While, at a much slower pace, Tilda takes her time coming to get her dinner.

You decide on cooking a few chicken breasts for yourself and your visitor. You flavour your own while you leave his plain. Not sure how Wolves feel about spices on their chicken.

After making some pieces to go with your dinner you begin to plate everything up. Once that’s done you put your own plate in the now turned off oven to stay warm, while you feed the wolf his own.

He sniffs the chicken cautiously and stares at you.

“It’s chicken. Rocco eats this all the time. Trust me.” After a brief stare down he takes a gentle bite from your fingers.

It’s the understanding in the wolf’s eyes that once again make you think of how smart it is. Completely illogical but it seems almost human.

When you’ve finished feeding him you go to feed yourself then wash up from dinner and clean your hands. After that you retrieve a bowl from your cabinets to act as a make shift water bowl for the wolf.

“This is for you, I’ll leave it just in the floor.” You tell him after crouching down near him.

“Now let me check your leg.” Carefully you start to unwrap the makeshift bandage, revealing the cuts underneath. You hiss as if his pain if your own.

“Let’s wrap this properly, little guy.” To that the wolf growls. He is in no was little but you can’t help treating him as such.

With his leg properly wrapped and wound cleaned you pull the blanket down over him and wish him a goodnight. When you turn out the light and return to your room to sleep you aren’t sure what will happen with the wolf. Maybe you need to contact the local ranger about him. Yet you don’t want him to be hurt further or killed.

It doesn’t seem to be a problem in the morning. When you go to greet your visitor, he’s gone. Blanket somehow folded neatly and door unlocked. Both strike you as strange but you shrug them off.

You don’t forget about the wolf and the wolf doesn’t forget about you. You don’t realise what an impact you’ve had on Klaus Mikaelson, but you’re about to find out.

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[silv3rswirls]

Warnings: Fear, tears, blood, minor descriptions of sex, Yandere otherworldly Tae, degradation(?)

Note: this had to be done, I couldn't get it out of my head. Just unplanned spice because I wanted it

He could be an angel sometimes, in the dark of night after you’ve convinced yourself he’s softening up towards you. But he always gave you a reason to fear him again, this was a punishment after all. Right?

Of course, fucking you had never been part of the plan. To mess with your head and toy around with your guilt, harm you as you harmed others, but certainly not jump to bed you anytime he could. 

“Don’t be scared baby, I’ll treat you good…that is, if you’ve earned it of course.” He sneers at you, a devilish glint in his eyes as he stalks over you, his weight dipping the bed at either side of you. You lean back to accommodate him, only to feel him push you back onto the bed. “I can smell it on you, you’re downright terrified of me” he half laughed, reaching to tilt his chin up. “How many times have you welcomed me in your bed already? You’re acting as if I've never seen all this” he pulls carelessly at your top, the buttons snapping with ease. One goes flying and you listen with paused breathing as the sound of it rolling against the floor takes the room.

Though you don’t flinch away, or even care that he’s staring you down like a starved animal, you can feel an uneasiness in your stomach. Tonight felt different, it wasn’t the same excitement you had grown to feel every time he came around to haunt you. It was scary at first, he came to you with horrible features and a constant reminder of the wrath you had enacted toward your ex and his new girlfriend. He never let you forget, and it drove you crazy- still did. He was in every shadow around you, mocking the undying love you professed to your ex and all the silly threats you shouted. 

“Come on” he breathed, a pointed nail pressing into your bare side, slowly breaking the skin and smearing it with droplets of blood. You could feel it in the pit of your stomach, as guilt-wracked your body, tonight would be different. It's when he’s propped over you that you start to forget that feeling, one of your legs hooked around his hip as he pounds into you. Angry red lines sketched into your skin. Both accidental scrapes and bites pressed into your plush flesh as the both of you lost yourselves to lust.

His hungry eyes ate up every slight flinch and gasp of your body. “Don’t you think you were made for me baby? Aren’t you glad I came to you as I did?”

You nod wordlessly, but are snapped back to reality all too fast.

“Liar” he sang, his toothy grin slowly dropping. “You never learn, do you?”

You stare at him, throat drying as he burns holes into you with his stare. “Say it” he snapped, “tell me what you did.”

“I-I”

“I-I” he mocked, “I went to see him- showed up all pathetic and crying for him to just love me again.” Your body burns hot, your back arching and muscles tensing in anticipation as he slows down. He places a hand on your stomach, pressing into your flesh with pointed claws. He looms over you wearing that sly grin he always wore. “Come on, you haven’t learned your lesson, you’re still so riddled with guilt. Don’t want to get rid of me, hm?” He teases, “should I kill him in the name of love? For you, like you tried to kill the other woman?”

“Did you forget I came to punish you for being such a nasty human? I think I’ve been too soft, should I remind you?” He dips down, breath hitting your neck, “should I remind you that you’re all mine?” You wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him closer as he jolts to sink his teeth into your skin. He draws you closer even, listening to how your heart pounds against your chest, he could feel the anxiety on you- maybe this wasn’t how you drove anxiety into your ex, but the method didn’t matter to him as long as he caught the response he wanted.

That, and you have grown far too fun not to toy around with. He laps up the blood drawn, attacking down your shoulder and to your chest the same. He’s left you untouched and frustrated, and he doesn’t plan to pick back up; as much as he’d love to turn you and press your face into the sheets. 

“Forget about that guy, just love me- just me.” 

Your eyes locked on his, brimming with tears and bliss.

He eyes you one last time. Your face was red, cheeks stained with dried tears. Your neck is all bit up, your chest red and sensitive from all the toying. Fresh tears were starting to bubble up, a mix of guilt and frustration as you looked back at him.

He grinned, bearing his fangs.

He owned you.

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[pashminalamb]

ℂ𝕆𝕄𝔽𝕆ℝ𝕋 + 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 𝕃𝔸ℕ𝔾𝕌𝔸𝔾𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊 𝕆ℕ 𝔹𝕃𝕌𝔼 𝕃𝕆ℂ𝕂 𝕄𝔼ℕ

ଘ Starring : Isagi Yoichi, Itoshi Rin, Nagi Seishiro, Mikage Reo, Bachira Meguru and Chigiri Hyouma

ଘ Note : This is on how I perceive bllk characters during the time of comfort + analysis of how they would be with a partner (more or less involves personality traits too). Reference to how I would write them in future works. They have been aged up. They are 21 here.

ଘ Warnings : none. It's fluff.

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ଘ Word count : 4.1k words

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ʚ ɞ Isagi Yoichi : 

シ Self doubt was not new to Isagi, but he was always interrupted by coincidences where he was immediately pulled away from it, making him see a different direction, mind pushing him to change for the better. Seeing you walk into the house in a glum condition, he wouldn’t be the first to approach you, choosing to observe your behavior for the first twenty minutes rather than confronting you about it. 

シ Being in a relationship after a long time, he would pick up on your mannerisms. If food was what made you happy, expect the kitchen to be burning down with a panicking Isagi running across the room with a dish that looked burned to the core from the oven and throwing it straight into the sink before turning to you with an apologetic expression. 

シ promise to clean it up later. I’m sorry” he would say, giving awkward laughs in the middle of his sentences, hoping he didn’t cause you any more distress. 

シ If movies were what you enjoyed, he would build a pillow fort for the both of you along with the supply of food and snacks. He would personally choose something light hearted like children animated movies. If you complained about it, he would retort with a “These are for adults too.” grabbing a handful of popcorn, and throwing it into his mouth. 

シ If you would go outdoors and forget about your troubles rather than staying inside the house, Isagi would stop by the room where you had isolated yourself, claiming that it was your alone time with the jingle of his car keys with a smile. 

“Wanna go to the gaming arcade?” he would ask hesitantly, hoping you wouldn’t react aggressively. 

シ It was only at night when his arm would circle around you to pull your back closer to his chest he would make a conversation with you. The silence of the night brought a calm composure and the fact that you were ready to sleep and start fresh the next day was the only logic he had, deciding to go into the awake lion’s den. 

“So that’s what happened today…” he would mutter. 

“It seems stupid doesn’t it? That’s why I didn't want to talk about it.” you would murmur, hiding your face into the pillow. Getting up from his side of the bed, he would roll over you and come face to face with you, making you stare into his dark eyes that reflected the dimness in the room. 

“It’s not stupid. If you don’t solve a puzzle and leave it be, how can you see which piece fits where?” he would say, holding your face. He would stroke your cheek with his thumb, whispering sweet nothings, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. “Tomorrow, we’ll start with a new day. And no matter how stupid anything sounds, talk to me.” he would say, leaving a few more kisses on your head. 

シ In the morning he would remind you how much he cared for you with an attempt of making a pancake, that was a bit burnt but an improvement nonetheless with chocolate syrup that was drawn in the pattern of a smiley face. 

“For once you decided not to draw a football.” you said with a teasing smile. 

And that’s how he knew you were back to being fine. 

ʚ ɞ Itoshi Rin :

シ Itoshi was an alien to the subject of being comforted. Growing up with the intention of getting back at his brother by beating him at the game they both loved, left him arrogant and blunt, focusing on nothing but being better at his game, leaving no room for mistakes of being human. Being in a relationship with him, you are already well versed with the fact of how cold he can be when it comes to situations where you felt low and less proud of yourself. Most of all, you would feel low when you believed that Rin was much better than you. After all, he was the brother of a football prodigy and he himself was another from the Itoshi family. Sometimes you would question your self worth of why he would choose to be with you. Footballers usually choose supermodels or models as their significant others and you were nothing but a mere ash compared to that. 

シ There were days where you’d doubt your worth by staying alone all day in bed, choosing to not move an inch. Rin couldn’t understand this behavior. 

シ “Move Moron.” he said once, which caused you to snap and break out into an argument. It left him confused and worried for he had never seen you react so rash and aggressively. Being in a relationship with Rin called for nicknames that were disguised as insults rather than sweet and affectionate nicknames couples called one another according to books and movies. So what caused you to take it to heart this time? 

シ Clutching the pillow to your chest, you sniffled into the case, not caring if it was smudged with your tears. “Cry anymore and you’ll run yourself an illness.” a recognizable baritone voice said, causing you to turn the other way and cry. 

シ With a sigh, Rin would walk to his closet, grabbing a handkerchief and a sweater. Coming close to your figure, he would sit himself on the bed/ sofa, holding you by your shoulders gently and pulling away the pillow. 

シ Seeing your puffed up eyes and running nose, he would hold the handkerchief close to your face. “Blow.” he would command in a light tone, placing the cloth on your nose. Giving a few sniffles, you would defiantly use the kerchief, silently grateful that you wouldn’t have a stuffy nose later on. “Change out and wear this.” Rin would say, dropping his sweater into your lap. He would leave the room for your privacy, telling you to come to the living room once you were done. Moving out of what you would label your gloomy corner, you would be surprised at the collection of movies that included a variety (mostly horror) and takeout. 

シ Making conversations wasn’t his strongest suit, so that chances of him trying to talk about your problems would be high but the words coming out of him would be none. 

シ Taking advice from his teammates would be a big step for him as he is very private about his personal life except the fact that he wanted to defeat his older brother in the game of football. Sibling rivalry was something the both had in common even if they had grown out of their teen years. 

シ Would rely on Isagi even if it bruised his ego for he wanted to do whatever was possible to maintain this relationship. Once Isagi would tell him measures on how he could comfort you, Rin is left puzzled with the question of how truly relationships worked. Being vulnerable was not something he was used to. Since he had been a closed shell for so long, he would find it difficult to console for he had no one to do the same for him. 

シ Rin resorts to providing distractions, choosing to use horror movies. It was better if you were scared of a non-existent ghost rather than thinking and revisiting the events that took place during the day that caused you to become upset. 

シ If trouble was in the form of a person, Rin would not back down from picking a bone with the said person, choosing to do it behind your back rather than in front of you , knowing that you would be upset. 

シ As arrogant as he is, he does care about you. Physical touch and communication isn’t something he is good at, but he can try.

シ When you do sleep at night next to him, he would initiate small gestures like reaching out for your hand, bringing it to the space between the two of you, or interlocking the pinkies of your hands. It brought comfort to him at times, giving a light squeeze to your palm. If you squeezed back, he knew you were okay. 

シ Words didn’t come easy neither did his actions, but baby steps on a daily basis would change that, making him bold to leave a peck on your cheek. If it made you feel better, it would be specially reserved on the days you felt low. 

ʚ ɞ Nagi Seishiro : 

シ Going with the flow was easy for Nagi. There were times where he would face high pressure situations, either due to the stressed significance of the match held or the people he was competing with. There was one thing Nagi had learned to get better control over and that was the fact that he could be calm and composed. 

シ During the days you were found sitting so still with your shoulders slumped, Nagi knew you weren’t feeling alright. Being with Reo for long enough, he had witnessed a similar stance when his friend had come troubled from home. 

シ Using childlike logic, he would try his hardest to get attention from you. If you were lying on the bed, he would body flop on you with his arms stretched out, not caring if you were crushed under his weight or height. If you were sitting on the chair, he would invade your space, caging your head with his hunched like figure from behind,his upside down face coming into your view. 

シ “Let’s play a game.” he would argue in a high pitched childlike tone.

“I am not in a mood for gaming, Sei.” you would respond, turning face the other way, hoping he would understand that that was the end of discussion. However, Nagi was not one to give up easily. Walking around he would bend with his hands on his knees, coming face to face against you, determined light blue eyes staring into yours. “Nuh uh. Let’s play.” he would say, grabbing your hands, dragging you towards the gaming room. 

“I don’t want to play Sei.” 

シ Ignorant towards your protests, he would pick out games that you liked playing the best. Grabbing both the consoles, he would sit on the floor between your legs while you sat on the sofa, watching the screen earnestly. It wasn’t until the middle of the game, Seishiro grabbed your hand and placed it on his head.  It was his way of saying to run your hands through his hair. “I’m playing the game Sei” you protested only for him to whine in a high pitched voice, hand pausing over yours, stopping it in place. Sighing, you watched as he switched the game to genshin impact, the sounds of the game being calm in the background. 

シ “Do you want to tell me what happened today?” he would ask, hand reaching for the tube of ice cream among the snacks he had brought to the gaming room. シ “Its nothing” you would say, brushing off the question. Muting the game, he would turn to face you, blue eyes filled with curiosity, sucking the tube of ice cream. Placing both his arms on your legs, he would prop his chin up against them. “Then why were you so sad?” he would ask. 

Biting your lip in response, Nagi would move his head from side to side, making your hand move within the tresses of his hair. 

シ Once you would explain it to him, he would throw the most childish insults at the person or object that caused you to be sad, causing you to laugh at his antics. 

シ Nagi’s love language is physical rather than communicating as words haven’t been his strongest feat. His expression lies more in his eyes, and feather-like touches. シ During the days you are sad, he is persistent to place his chin on your head, arms coming to hold you from either side, caging you in, despite your size. He doesn’t share his snacks usually, but he would be willing to make an exception on the days that were unkind to you. 

シ Another thing he likes to do is to take a soak with you. If he had learnt anything from playing football, it was the fact that nothing could go wrong with taking a warm bath or visiting the onsen. It is one of the reasons he spends most of his money on bathing salts and essence.

シ He would also play Lofi music around the house and cuddle you, letting you relax into his figure. Rubbing soothing circles into your arm, he would place kisses on the skin of your neck. He likes warm spaces like your neck or entangling your feet with his, burying his legs underneath yours to steal some of the warmth that built up from your body, leaving them on the sheets. 

シ When he looks down and sees you smile, he knows everything would fall in place. 

ʚ ɞ Mikage Reo :

シ Growing up as the heir to Mikage corporation, he was treated more as a puppet rather than a human being with feelings. Reo was no stranger to receiving the cold shoulder or being subjected to lack of comfort, something that made him strive to do better once he was in a relationship. 

シ It was difficult at first for he seldom talked about his struggles when he was younger and didn’t know the basics of body language. Being in a terrible low was a feeling Reo had become accustomed to for a while, but what if it was time for him to be there for someone else who was going through the same thing? 

シ Leaning against the doorframe, he watched you closely, legs sprawled out onto the floor, back against the wood of the bed, staring at the ceiling with tears in your eyes. He wasn’t one to ask what had happened because he knew it would be the same as rubbing salt into a fresh wound, instead he chose a better way out which was similar to getting ice cream for a child who had scraped their knee. シ Kneeling down to your level, he came eye to eye with you. 

“Do you want to go somewhere?” he asked, purple eyes widening in excitement. 

Lifting your hand and wiping away your tears, you answered him curiously. 

“Where are we going?” 

シ Jingling the keys of the car, he would hold your hand and guide you to the passenger seat, tossing a bag behind him. Looking at him with a questioning gaze of the contents in the bag, he would simply answer “It’s a secret.” with a smile, placing his hands on the steering wheel, revving up the engine. 

シ It was late evening when he pulled up to a dark and empty football, the green grass reflecting the light of lamps that were placed around the field. Emptying out the contents of the bags, two water bottles, a pair of shoes and socks along with a ball fell to the ground. 

シ Tying his shoelaces and doing the same to yours, Reo pulled you up, bringing you to a stop on the field within the penalty area. 

シ Placing the ball on the ground, he would make a quick jog before kicking it into the net. 

“My father never understood my obsession with the game. Thought it was useless and there was no point to it cause no one ever made a future out of it. But here we are.” he said with a smile, walking towards the still ball to pick it up. 

シ Placing it a few meters away from the goal post, he looked at you from the corner of his eyes. 

“Kick it. As hard as you can. But with the side of your foot, not with the front of it.” he would instruct you, walking a bit back to leave you  some space. 

シ Taking a breath, you did as he told, the ball meeting with the net to create a satisfying “woosh”. “You did it !” he would exclaim, kissing the side of your head, running towards the ball to pick it up. 

シ “Can we do it again?” you would ask excitedly, your joy satisfying Reo, assuring him that you were going to be fine. 

“If you’re willing to take it half a meter behind the previous post, sure.” he would challenge. 

“Done.”  

ʚ ɞ Bachira Meguru : 

シ Bachira was not a stranger to the feeling of loneliness. It was the emotion that drove him to do better than anyone else had. Something strange about loneliness was it was also accompanied with the feeling of being selfish. For when someone was lonely, there was no one else or anything else to worry about. But that changed when Meguru met you. 

シ There were days where you felt you weren’t your best, bright self and Meguru was left with a way to curb that. It was more of a trial and error case with him. 

“Do you want to go bowling?” he asked excitedly, amber colored irises filled with joy. “No, Meguru.” you answered. 

“Do you want to go ice skating?” he asked. “You can’t ice skate, Megruru.” you replied, furrowing your eyebrows. 

“Do you want to go to the restaurant?” he asked. “I’d rather not be around people.” you said. 

“No people, no balls, no ice… Got it!” he said, snapping his fingers. “Get ready. We’re leaving in ten minutes.” he said, running out of the room in jiffy. Coming back in jeans and a blue shirt, he was surprised to see you hadn’t moved from your spot. Pulling you by your legs till you slid down in an uncomfortable position, he looked down smugly at you. 

“You seem decently dressed, let’s go.” he would say, waving his hand for you to follow him. 

“Give me ten, i’ll get dressed.” you said with a sigh. 

シ Dragging your hand through the crowded streets, he pulled into a building, walking through the hallways of the alien-like structure which you had never visited before. Pressing the button of the elevator, Bachira held your hand in his, his thumb rubbing against the surface of your skin. 

シ “Meguru, where are we?” you would ask turning to face him. 

シ “We’re at the karaoke.” he would reply with a mischievous grin, tongue sticking out. 

シ That night, not only did you know that Bachira could sing, but he could sing extremely well. Having your fun at the karaoke after he urged you to sing and your vocal cords screaming at you to hydrate, you finally left for home, smiling fondly at the memory of you singing with your boyfriend. 

シ During days like this, Meguru would also take you to the aquarium, smiling at your expressions that you made as you pressed up close to the glass to get a better look at the sea animals. He reserved going out to places such as these for days when you felt low with normal dates like going for picnics, rides, carnivals etc. to be had on weekends. 

シ On days you feel low, Bachira would also buy paint, willing to set up the stand canvas in the living room, guiding your hand to make random lines that made no sense, only for it to play an important role as a part of a bigger picture. 

“You are good at this. Who taught you how to paint?” you asked, leaning over the canvas that was now left to dry. 

“My mother used to be a painter.” he said with a fond smile, reminiscing over the memories he made with her during childhood. Bachira was more than ready to be your rock during moments like this; singing you to sleep when your troubles would keep you awake. Hand running through your hair, he would give your head gentle strokes as he hummed a lullaby, his baritone ringing through his Adams apple, making you relax. 

シ Another thing Meguru was good at was also  giving massages, having to rub his mother’s shoulders and rotate her wrists from the hours she had spent painting. Using his hefty yet calm hands, he would work out knots in the muscles of your body, leaving you relaxed and loose. 

シ On nights like this, Meguru would talk to you in soothing and tender voice, telling you everything about him and how glad he is to have found you aside from his teammates if you had begin to question the value he saw in you. 

シ He would also make you laugh at his expense with the weird faces he makes along with ridiculous explanations of what each one meant. 

シ Feeling in your lowest, he blasts music at the loudest point that the neighbors complain about the noise he made. But was it worth your smile as he twirled you around the room and matched footsteps with him? Definitely. 

シ No matter what the day might bring, Bachira was happy to know that his skills aside from football could bring you rays of sunshine on your dark days. 

ʚ ɞ Chigiri Hyouma : 

シ The lowest point in Chigiri’s life was when he had an accident. One that could change the life of any athlete, inciting fear of performing to their best if they ever tried. The ACL was one of turning points of Chigiri’s life and it wasn’t until he had joined blue lock he learnt to get over the fear and play every match as if it were his last. 

シ Getting into a relationship with you was one of the best decisions he had ever made, but he also knew that it came with its own difficulties such as the struggles one partner faced while the other one knew nothing about it. シ Hyouma knew something was amiss when you hadn’t spoken to him the whole day, causing him to worry if he had done something to upset you. Walking towards you, he came to stop before you while you rubbed circles into the sides of your head. 

シ Taking your name, as your eyes snapped into his, giving him all your attention. “Is something wrong?” he asked in the most tender voice he could muster. It made you break down into a stream of tears, leading to an awkward yet comforting Hyouma who was rubbing circles into your back while your fists balled into the cloth of his shirt. 

シ After calming you down with soft coos and words, Hyouma told you to grab your bathing suit. The two of you were headed to the beach. During the time of physiotherapy, Hyouma had learnt to cope with the harsh reality of his leg being bound by the chains of his accident. 

If anything came out of physiotherapy it was the fact that he had learnt to enjoy water and the hobby of swimming. 

シ During troubled times, he would go to the pool or the beach where he would let his feet sink in the sand and stand among waves that pushed and pulled the grains of sand under his feet. Holding your hand, the two of you would watch waves crash at night, the pearly white foam of the sea coming into your vision as it crashed against the shore, the sound of moving water surrounding you. 

シ It wasn’t until you felt a small splash on your thigh when you saw Chigiri with a mischievous grin the play fight had started between the two of you. 

“Not fair! You are the fastest runner on the field!” you would shout while laughing as you ran behind him, watching his hair flow with the wind. 

シ “That’s what you have to deal with if you splash salt water on me!” he would yell back, looking back at you as he broke into a small jog. Catching up to him, he could hear you pant for breath while he barely had any sweat. 

“Think we can come here more often?” you asked, looking up at him from the bent position of your hands resting against your thighs. 

“I don’t see why not?” Hyouma replied with a smile, offering his hand to you as the two of you walked along the shore of the beach. 

シ Hyouma also keeps spa days at home where he would give you a hair routine, massaging your head with oils, shampooing it and then drying it with the utmost care. He learns which spots make you feel relaxed the most, watching your face contort either into an expression of pleasure or one with eyebrows furrowed, letting out a snort over how predictable you were. 

シ One of his ways to comfort you is to run his hand through your hair, feeling the texture and trends of it. Nuzzling into it is a relaxing point for both you and him. He doesn’t mind your hair not being touched as he is finicky about it as well. But he would guide your hands towards his red tresses, knowing that you enjoyed it. It was a special routine he reserved before sleeping. He knows you are going to be fine when he feels you kiss his neck and mutter a thanks before drifting off to sleep with him following you right after. 

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Winter 2024 Anime Roundup

Anime of the Season – The Apothecary Diaries

I’ve been hearing about this series since Raven of the Inner Palace aired a while back, and the fans spoke so highly of it that I was dubious of anything living up to the expectations they’d set. Luckily for me, they weren’t exaggerating one bit, and the anime adaptation delivered a story that had me itching to watch the next installment as soon as the episode ended each week.

The story opens with Maomao getting abducted and sent to work in the imperial palace, where she intends to keep her head down and just quietly do her work in the inner palace, only to find a little matter involving poison she can’t resist poking her nose into, leading a powerful young man in the palace to take notice of her. Throughout the story, her desire to mind her business and not get tied up in palace affairs wars with her absolutely insatiable curiosity wherever drugs or poisons are involved, and it leads her in and out of a series of mysteries involving the residents of the palace, changing the course of her life. It was an absolute treat to watch her and Jinshi dance around each other, as Maomao wants nothing to do with the beautiful man all the women fawn over, and he finds her lack of interest in him irresistible, and seeing the way all the seemingly unrelated mysteries built towards a larger conspiracy was immensely satisfying. When you combine all this with an equally colorful supporting cast, a gorgeous color palette, excellent background art, and solid animation, you get the sort of anime you feel lucky to get to watch. 9/10

First Runner-Up – Brave Bang Bravern!

Equal parts sincere and farcical, this series takes all the tropes and homoeroticism of mecha anime and dials them to eleven. It boasts some of the best 3D mecha animation I’ve seen, a star-studded voice cast, and a story with the perfect mix of comedy and action. If you’ve ever clapped your hands and cheered for an over the top robot fight, this is the show for you. 9/10

Second Runner-Up – Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End

The entire series is beautifully drawn and animated, with a perfect soundtrack and voice cast to match, and it takes a fantastic, heartfelt story about valuing the connections you make with others and elevates it to another level. A poorly paced exam arc in the second half that takes the focus off the main trio dampened my enjoyment somewhat, but it easily would’ve been my anime of the season in most seasons. 8/10

The Dangers in My Heart S2 – Kyotarou and Anna keep getting closer and closer over the course of this season, and the way they timed the emotional high of each episode to the soundtrack and the title card has me ready to swoon the moment I see the word “karte” written in white on a black screen. A nicely produced romance about a middle school boy and girl pushing each other to be their best selves that I��m really glad I watched. 8/10

Kingdom S5 – Xin and his Fei Xin force are under the command of the ruthless general Huan Yi in this arc, and they rediscover how merciless and inhumane war is as they fight a battle in Zhao territory as part of Qin’s effort to unify China. Xin’s voice actor completely knocks it out of the park here, delivering several emotional speeches with the perfect amount of gravitas. 8/10

7th Time Loop: The Villainess Enjoys a Carefree Life Married to Her Worst Enemy! – I knew when the female lead leapt off a balcony in front of the male lead after being jilted by her fiancé and he immediately fell in love with her that I was in for a good time, and it never let me down. Rishe’s constant scheming that drew on things she learned in her six previous lives, and Prince Arnold’s mix of bewilderment and affection for his unpredictable fiancée, made this one of the best fantasy romance series in years. 8/10

Mr. Villain’s Day Off – The premise of a general in the evil organization fighting the rangers for control of Earth strictly avoiding work on his day off sounds like the setup for a sit-com, but the story it actually settles in to tell is one that quietly highlights the beauty and comfort found in the ephemeral moments of daily life. A relaxing slice of life series that was the perfect capstone to my Sunday evenings this season. 7/10

A Sign of Affection – I have some nitpicks about some adaptation decisions in the anime that made the female lead appear less disabled than she is in the manga, but, on the whole, this was a lovely shoujo romance about a group of young adults doing their best to forge their own path in the world, with some nice production values. 7/10

Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?! – If you can look past the wild title and premise, and you don’t mind some inconsistent character models or animation, there’s a nice workplace romance in here centered on a group of grown men talking things out and supporting each other as they navigate their messy feelings. (It’s not as funny as the manga is, though.) 7/10

Sengoku Youko – It took me a few episodes to warm up to this historical set fantasy adventure, but once the story got going, with a solid mix of strong character development and the occasional emotional punch to the gut, I was all in. The character designs are unique and expressive, the action is nicely choreographed and animated, and the voice actors really put their backs into some of the more intense moments. 7/10

Undead Unluck – The pacing was a bit of a problem, with some incredibly long recap segments in episodes in the second half, but the chemistry between the two leads – a man who can’t die and a young woman who causes life threatening bad luck to anyone who touches her – made this action series about fighting to stop the apocalypse a really fun time. 7/10

The Witch and the Beast – If you’re like me, and you go weak in the knees for a chain smoking man with bedroom eyes in a long coat, and a messy woman who might get you both arrested when you go out drinking, then this supernatural themed noir is the show for you. Production values are inconsistent over its run, but the writing and voice acting are solid throughout. 7/10

The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic – A boy getting isekaied by accident when his classmates are summoned to be heroes in another world could easily have been the start of yet another story about an aggrieved loner making it big as an overpowered hero in a fantasy world, but it thankfully subverted expectations and delivered an isekai adventure with a bit of heart and a cast of likeable characters. 7/10

The Foolish Angel Dances with the Devil – What appeared to be a gimmicky battle of wits love comedy in the beginning turned into a solid forbidden romance between a demon and an angel with genuinely good chemistry between them. The two leads were easy to root for as they caught feelings for each other while fighting their way through the ridiculous situations they kept landing in. 7/10

The Demon Prince of Momochi House – This is a neither good nor bad anime about a teenage girl inheriting an old house in the woods that serves as a gateway between reality and the spiritual world, and moving in with the mysterious teenage boy and his ayakashi attendants who protect it. The characters are likeable, and the romance is pleasantly cheesy like an otome game, but the rushed pace of the relationship development and the quickly resolved yokai cases just feel like they adapted more manga than the runtime supported. 6/10

Villainess Level 99: I May Be the Hidden Boss but I’m Not the Demon Lord – Deadpan, autistic-coded Yumiella is a ton of fun as the OP main character in this otome isekai, and she and her love interest make a great couple, but the level grinding wasn’t exciting enough, and the jokes weren’t funny enough to overcome the poor visuals. 6/10

Bucchigiri?! – Hiroko Utsumi directing an original anime mixing old school delinquents with Aladdin and the Lamp sounded like it could be a rollicking fun romp in the style of her previous original, Sk8, but pacing issues led to a repetitive first half, the main character was deeply unlikable, and the rushed ending felt unsatisfying. The art and animation were generally quite good, with some great fight scenes, but the writing needed to be better. 6/10

Solo Leveling – The series is very well produced, with exciting action scenes set to a lively soundtrack, but any time I started to relax and enjoy some nicely animated fights, the main character would come out with some eye-rolling, angsty teen speech about the strong preying on the weak, and it just wasn’t for me. 6/10

Shangri-La Frontier – There’s little to criticize in the production of this VR MMO themed action series. The voice actors gave great performances, the monster fights are well animated, and the art has a distinctive feel to it. Unfortunately, the story just never really grabbed me, the stalker girl really annoyed me whenever she appeared, and the extras at the beginning and end of most episodes felt like padding. 6/10

My Instant Death Ability is So Overpowered, No One in This Other World Stands a Chance Against Me! – An unusual teenage boy with the ability to instantly kill anyone by just thinking about it gets sent to another world with a bus full of his classmates, and the ensuing adventure kept me entertained the whole time, but I can’t quite call it good. The manzai comedy dynamic between the male and female lead was a fair bit of fun as they traveled across the land, poking fun at common isekai tropes. 6/10

Blue Exorcist: Shimane Illuminati Saga – I remember really enjoying the first two seasons of this series, and I still love the characters, but this season just never clicked right for me. The opening arc felt rushed through, and the main arc had a cartoonish buffoon of a villain that completely undercut the horror of the story. It wasn’t a chore to watch or anything, but it could have been better. 6/10

Metallic Rouge – Like many others, I had high hopes for this original sci-fi series Bones put out as an anniversary project, but despite the generally solid visuals, the poor writing drags the whole show down, making this one of the biggest disappointments of the season. The incoherent plot fails to come to a point, the dialog is a terrible mix of forced quirkiness and tedious monologuing, and the characters are largely one-note and undeveloped. 6/10

Sasaki and Peeps – The hour-long premiere episode suggested this story about a middle aged salaryman who discovers his new pet bird is a reincarnated wizard from another world might be a fun take on the isekai genre, but the end product felt more like someone playing with their dolls than crafting a coherent story. It continually introduced new characters and new tropes all the way through to the last minute without tying anything together. 5/10

The Fire Hunter S2 – On the one hand, I appreciate how different it is from other series, with unusual character designs and an imaginative fantasy story that isn’t an amalgamation of light novel conventions. On the other hand, though, the production is incredibly rough, and the plot got increasingly hard to follow, making this a bit of a slog by the end. 5/10

Fluffy Paradise – I was basically on board in the first half to two-thirds of the series, when it seemed like a harmless little reincarnation isekai about a girl collecting animal and monster friends, but it completely lost me when it broke out the reservation camps and dead bodies in the last arc. Just a poorly written show that misunderstood its appeal. 5/10

#anime #winter anime 2024 #anime 2024 #the apothecary diaries #brave bang bravern #frieren #the dangers in my heart #7th time loop #mr. villain's day off #a sign of affection #kingdom #cherry magic! #sengoku youko

[starsfic]

Eagle Vs Snake

Peng has a minor grudge against Xiaoqing for throwing a shoe at their face.

A request from @twinklecupcake starring her OC Xiaoqing! Also can be found on AO3.

-_-

“Okay, I need you to understand this.”

“Yes?”

“Peng will eat you if they get the chance.”

Xiaoqing blinked. Sun Wukong stared at her steadily back, looking eerily serious. She blinked again, and the words finally sank in. Everyone was bustling around, but her mind was nothing but silence. “What… seriously?” She knew eagles ate snakes, but the dynamics of animals didn’t often reflect those of demons at least, when it came to who was the predator or who was the prey.

“Seriously.” Wukong nodded. “I’ve known the guy for centuries. I’m pretty sure the only people they didn’t try to eat were Azure and I.” He leaned forward. “I walked in on them trying to eat Macaque, although I’m still not sure if they were trying literally or metaphorically.”

“Okay,” Xiaoqing started, ignoring Macaque’s baffled “What?” as he grabbed his scarf. She shook her head to dispel the thoughts that were beginning to form. “I didn’t need that image in my head.”

“First off,” Macaque leaned against Wukong. Disgust twisted his face. “When did Peng try to eat me?” Wukong opened his mouth, and the dark-furred monkey clapped a hand over it. “Nope, never mind, I still have icky thoughts.” He leaned against Wukong harder, sending the golden monkey halfway to the floor. Xiaoqing took a step back. “And they did try to eat you after Azure gave you those flowers.” Macaque leaned over to hiss. “Someone threw quite a hissy fit at that.”

Xiaoqing blinked. She didn’t need to know this. Beyond the fact that Peng might try to eat her. “Why would Peng try to eat me specifically?”

 “Well, you did throw a shoe at him,” Tang said from behind, pressing a small dagger into her hand. Where he got it, Xiaoqing was unsure. Still, it was a nice dagger with a green handle shaped like a snake’s head. It fit comfortably in her hand. “I think that might be a problem.”

“Greetings, little girl.”

Xiaoqing wasn’t sure how to identify the emotions in her chest at the sight of the giant white eagle that flung Long Xiaojiao away like she barely weighed a thing. It was hissing and frantic, practically screaming get away, get away, get away. Xiaoqing had never felt like this before.

(The last time she did, her sister was gone in a flash.)

The world was suddenly in chaos. Sandy, Pigsy, and her Bófù were launching into an attack, only for the first to push the two out of the water. Xiaoqing screamed as the hammer slammed into Sandy. She couldn’t help the noise, especially at the crack she could hear deep in the river demon’s chest. “SANDY!” Xiaotian or Pigsy yelled, their voices mingling. Xiaoqing looked away at a gasp and shriek.

No.

The giant eagle’s claws dug into her uncle, pinning him down. She couldn’t smell iron yet, meaning blood hadn’t been drawn yet, but the threat was there. Faintly, she heard Xiaotian cry out, begging for Azure to stop this, but that ball of emotions was overwhelming her. She could barely see that gold flicker.

“If it isn’t the great monk, Tang Sanzang,” the eagle spoke, their voice like a blade being dragged across a wall. Her skin itched. There was a chuckle and Xiaoqing almost bent over with the urge to scream. Where the fuck was this fear coming from?! “You cannot imagine how I’ve longed for this moment.” There was a slam and the ground cracked under Tang.

They’re going to eat him.

Xiaoqing wasn’t sure why she thought of it. She simply pulled off her shoe, giving a mournful goodbye to a piece of her old life, and glared at the eagle. “QUIT THAT!”

They looked up and she threw it.

Her reward was a shriek of more surprise than pain. Peng stumbled back, holding their face, releasing Tang. Xiaojiao launched forward and pulled him closer to her. Xiaoqing launched forward to stand in front of the eagle, glaring at them. Her other shoe was all too easy to yank up and hold up.

“Stay the fuck back,” she hissed.

They released their face. There was no mark or anything, nothing to show how she had attacked, but there was fury in their eyes. “Ooh, you snake.”

She could question how they knew later. Xiaoqing simply hissed as she hefted up the shoe.

“Stay. Back.”

Peng hissed but stepped back. The look in their eyes said it wasn’t over, and Xiaoqing couldn’t help but hiss back.

“...Ah.”

“Don’t worry,” Wukong patted her shoulder. “If everything goes to plan, Peng won’t have time to bother you.”

Xiaoqing nodded and held up the dagger. “Better safe than sorry, right?”

“Right.”

-_-

Right, yeah… better safe than sorry…

The dagger spun away from Xiaoqing’s hands. Her back screamed at the weight on it.

The plus of the plan was that the chaos had divided the Camel Ridge Trio.

The downside was that she wasn’t with Tang and Pigsy and Sandy like planned. Instead, she was out here, with Macaque and Long Xiaojiao, and…

A voice full of poison bubbled with laughter.

“Hello again, little snake.”

No. This time, Xiaoqing refused to stay still. The claws dug in tight as Peng’s mouth opened, yet that didn’t dull the blaze inside her. Nor the pain in her jaw as her teeth shifted. Macaque was nowhere to be seen. She could see Xiaojiao running towards them, but still too far.

She needed to act.

Peng leaned forward, and their claws shifted on her flesh, like a hawk on a handler’s arm.

“Yellowtusk always thought I shouldn’t eat during battles. But he’s revealed himself to be nothing but a party ruiner. So, who cares?” Those claws shifted, and a hand grabbed her hair.

Now.

Xiaoqing allowed her body to shift, loosening Peng’s stance on her and allowing her to bite down on the meat of their lower arm.

That was a mistake. Not to defend herself, no, but the taste. Peng tasted like the ink of the scroll still clung to white feathers, which had an awful texture. Underneath that was the taste of iron and something sickly sweet. Before Xiaoqing could think of what it reminded her of, there was a shriek of “GET OFF!”

And then she was flying.

Xiaoqing screamed. Or hissed, as her body finished shrinking and twisting into her true form. The ground stretched wide below her. Xiaoqing clamped her eyes shut. She didn't know any flying spells even if she had time to shift back. She took a deep breath and prepared-

To hit a warm hand?

“Gotcha!” Xiaoqing opened her eyes in time to see Xiaojiao’s bright smile. Her vibrant green energy dragon shifted under her feet. “Don’t worry, Xiaoqing! I have you.”

Xiaoqing nodded back, unable to help a happy hiss.

“YOU BRAT!”

Peng hovered overhead, gripping their arm. This time, she had left a visible mark, one pulsing. Their eyes went wide before they let out a shriek.

“Hang on,” Xiaojiao tucked her into a pocket Xiaoqing hadn’t seen. From her position, the snake could see Xiaojiao adjust her grip on the sword. Overhead, purple magic began to spread, darkening the area. “Macaque’s ready to go. You?”

She hissed and Xiaojiao laughed.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Let’s give that chicken a taste of venom!”

#my writing #LMK #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #Golden-Winged Peng #Sun Wukong #Tang #Macaque

[scarletsaphire]

This is the second chapter for my first EI fic, with art from @pokkeshii and beta'd by @pricklenettle. There's no art for this specific chapter, but you can find the art keshii currently has posted here.

Link to Chapter One On Tumblr.

Trigger Warnings For This Chapter: Gore, violence, loss of control

Jazz knocked on the door to Danny's bedroom softly. She normally tried to avoid coming into his room; he didn't get a whole bunch of privacy from their parents, and with him being a celebrity half the time, he needed it. She did make an exception when she thought that something was wrong, and she was pretty certain that something was wrong.

It had been a few days since Tucker had messaged her. It was simple and to the point: "We had a fight. Keep an eye on him for us?"

She didn't ask what the fight had been about, just agreed to try her best until they made up. Jazz may have been a part of "Team Phantom," but Sam and Tucker were still Danny's friends, and she tried to keep that distinction clear. It wasn't good for him to only have friends he shared with his sister.

Jazz had kept her eye on him, of course. It was why she was at his door right now. The first day, she'd assumed the moodiness was nothing more than the results of the fight. It was understandable, that he'd be upset for a little while. She wouldn't pry, or try to get him to talk about it if he didn't want to. Danny knew her door was always open, and she made sure to gently remind him as often as she could.

He never came.

If he'd just been moody, than maybe Jazz would still let it slide. But it wasn't just his emotions; he was skipping school for non-ghost related reasons, he was constantly tense, and he'd been flinching away from everyone's touch. He'd go to sleep as soon as he could every night, doing who knows what in his bedroom in dead silence. Jazz knew he wasn't sneaking out more than was necessary. She'd taken to sitting with a clear view of his window while she worked. There was a chance he'd been slipping away invisible and intangible, but if that was the case then Fentonwork's defenses would have at least a record of it.

None of this was a normal reaction to having a fight with friends, and Jazz needed to make good on her promise, and make sure he was okay. Danny was making it a little hard by not answering the door.

"Danny, it's me," she said, just loud enough to carry through the door. "I'm coming in, whether you want me to or not. We need to talk." 

There was no reply, so Jazz counted down from three out loud before pushing the door open.

The room was completely dark. The lights were all shut off and curtains had been drawn, blocking out any moon or starlight that might've gotten in. Even the glow in the dark stickers that had been pasted on Danny's ceiling for as long as Jazz could remember were gone. That wasn't a good sign.

It was only the light from the hallway that allowed Jazz to see Danny. He was sitting on the floor, his knees tucked to his chest, his head buried between them. He gave no indication that he noticed Jazz come in, or had even heard her at all. Jazz turned on the light, and he still didn't move.

Jazz walked closer slowly. "Like approaching a scared animal," her brain supplied. "Or a dangerous one." She shook the thought away. Danny wasn't some animal, he was her brother, who was clearly hurt in some way.

"Danny?" she said, lowering herself to the ground next to him. This close, she could see how his shoulders trembled as if he was crying, how his nails dug into his legs, knuckles white. She could see crescent marks covering his shins, some with dried blood still surrounding them. This was worse than she thought.

"Danny," Jazz said again, reaching her hand out to shake his shoulder gently. The moment she touched him, Danny looked up. His eyes weren't bloodshot and tear filled like she'd expected. His eyes glowed bright green, drowning out the overhead light and bathing the room in green. They burned with a fury that Jazz couldn't remember ever seeing, matching his mouth which was pulled back into a snarl, teeth far sharper than they had any right to be barred.

Jazz pulled her hand away, and pretended that she hadn't flinched.

"Get out," Danny hissed.

"No," Jazz said, her voice far sturdier than she felt. "Something's clearly bothering you, Danny, and I want to help. I'm your sister. You can talk to me."

"Get. Out."

"Is it about the fight you had with Sam and Tucker?" Jazz said. "I don't know what it was about, but I'm sure they'd forgive you if you talked it out with them."

Jazz had heard Danny laugh as Phantom plenty of times before, in plenty of different circumstances. None of them compared to the bitter, heartless laugh that escaped Danny's mouth. It echoed in the same way it did as a ghost, filling the small room and seeming to loop on itself. The sound raised the hairs on Jazz's neck, sent a shiver down her spine.

"I don't care about them," Danny said. "They made their choice. But I do care about you." He floated to his feet, towering above Jazz even when she stood to her full height. "Which is why I'm telling you to get out." He floated forward, and Jazz stumbled backwards towards the door completely on instinct.

Jazz tried to formulate a response, but her mind was running faster than words could describe. She knew this feeling, the feeling of being hunted, of being prey. The same feeling that she got when in the sights of other ghosts.

She was halfway out of the room before Danny froze solid in the air, his lowered head hiding his expression. She could still see the green light of his eyes pointed at the floor, mirrored by the flickering of green in his hands. The energy for an ectoblast gathered and dissipated in his hands, never quite going all the way out, and Jazz swallowed audibly, her mouth suddenly very, very dry. 

"This is your last warning," Danny whispered without looking up at her. She could barely hear him over the pounding her ears. She had no problem hearing him the second time. "Leave!" As if to punctuate his sentence, he closed his fists. The energy that had been building in them disappeared with a pop, accompanied by the sound of the lights in the hallway and Danny's room shattering.

Jazz didn't remember backing all the way into the hallway, or closing the door behind her, but it must have happened because now she was in the dark hallway, and Danny was on the other side of the door. She was safe.

Jazz admonished the voice in her head again. She'd always been safe. Danny wouldn't hurt her, would never hurt her. She could almost convince herself to believe it.

It still wasn't enough to get her to open the door again.

---

Tucker tried to focus on school, he really did. His grades needed it. But try as he might, he couldn't stop thinking about Danny.

It wasn't as gay as it sounded. It was just that he had a good half of his classes with Danny, a tactic carefully planned so that whenever they needed to, they could dip with him. Even the classes he didn't have with Danny, he had to pass him in the halls, and every time Tucker saw him, he looked worse than he had before. It was impressive, in the sad way a lot of things about Danny's life was impressive.

Danny had been looking rough for a while now, even before their fight. Tucker could tell that he thought he was hiding it well, but he wasn't. At least not to someone who'd known Danny when he was in diapers. He'd been jumpier lately, easily distracted, and always tense. Tucker had tried asking about it, but Danny had always given a half baked excuse about not sleeping well, or exams, or his parents, or a thousand other things, and Tucker would let the conversation drop.

If he didn't want to talk about it, Tucker wasn't going to be the one to force him.

After the fight between Sam and Danny, (Tucker refused to say he was a part of it. If anything, he was an unwitting bystander, caught in the tide of Sam's fury.) he'd somehow managed to get worse. He'd always been pale, even before the accident, but now he seemed sickly. He was constantly drenched in a cold sweat, and sometimes Tucker thought he could see the dirty brown of dried blood caked under Danny's nails.

He should say something. He needed to say something. Danny was his best friend, had been forever, and a best friend didn't let the other suffer.

But Sam did have a point. Besides whatever had been bothering Danny lately, he'd gotten more and more distant. Disappearing after every fight, refusing to transform in front of them, never telling them anything about pretty much anything that was happening in his life. They'd tried everything to get him to talk, to tell them anything, but he'd stayed resolutely quiet about it. He'd probably stay quiet about it this time, too.

Maybe Sam was right. Maybe Danny just needed a couple days to go through whatever he was dealing with alone, just enough time to realize how much it sucked, and then he'd come back to them.

Tucker tore his eyes from where Danny sat in the back of the classroom, hands clenched around the metal frame of the desk hard enough for them to bend looking back at the board. He hoped that was the case.

---

The relief Danny felt when he transformed into Phantom was so palpable he nearly cried. He hadn't gone ghost since the fight against Ember, and the vibrations had gotten so bad he couldn't do anything but sit there and try to ignore them with no success.

Now they were gone, and even the voice in his head was a welcome relief, even if it was so much louder, so much more insistent, and sounded so much more reasonable. He was far too happy about fitting back in his skin to worry about that.

Danny didn't get the chance to bask in the feeling for long. He'd transformed for a reason. Somebody was out and about, and by the number of people in the nurse’s office for freak technology malfunctions? Danny had a pretty good idea who.

The only surprising part was that Technus hadn't come over the loudspeakers to announce his presence to the world yet. It was honestly kind of rude of him. It would be so much easier if Danny could just get to the fun part already.

He floated through the halls of Casper High, grateful that class was currently in session. Sure, he was invisible right now, but that didn't matter. He would still get distracted either way. The voice was impatient, after all. It had been too long without a proper outlet. 

Finding Technus wasn't difficult by any means. Just as Danny had suspected, he was camped out in the computer lab, cackling quietly to himself as he transferred between the monitors. There were no students in the room right now. Good. No one would be in the way.

Danny reached into the computer currently displaying Technus's face, grabbing a hold of the only thing in there he couldn't go through and pulled. Technus came tumbling out, catching himself midair.

"Why hello ghost child!" he called as he righted himself. "I see that you have found me, despite my incredible new stealth prowess. No matter! My plans are almost completed, and you will be no match. Behold, I, master of all things wired and WiFi, have created life!" He raised his hands dramatically. Nothing happened.

Danny raised an eyebrow. "Am I supposed to be impressed?"

"Be patient!" Technus snapped, before turning around to the computer he'd been dragged out of. He clicked a couple keys on the keyboard, before turning back to Danny. This time, there was a textbox on the screen. All it read was "Hi!"

"Still not impressed," Danny said.

"That is because you do not understand the scope of my genius!" Technus called. "I have created true artificial intelligence, and with its power, I will be unstoppable." Technus started cackling maniacally.

He was through the wall and plummeting to the ground barely a second later, Danny flying after him. "I do not have the patience for you today, Technus," Danny said. Technus clearly hadn't even managed to process what had happened before Danny angled himself to kick him into the ground. The car Technus landed on was totaled, the car alarm blaring loudly.

Danny barely processed the sound, far too distracted by the rush of adrenaline that pounded in his ears and the flood of ecstasy that came from his mind and body finally being quiet. He didn't wait for Technus to reply. He wasn't here to banter. He was here to fight.

He dived headfirst, charging an ectoblast as he plummeted. For his part, Technus had realized what was happening enough to dodge out of the way. Danny didn't bother slowing down to redirect himself. He fired his ectoblast straight down, using it to change his trajectory and launching himself at Technus, landing another kick. Three more car alarms joined the sound. Danny didn't notice.

The pavement crumbled from the force of Technus's fall. He shook off the rubble as he floated back into the air. "I see that we are going all out, as the youths say!" Technus shouted, gathering electricity in his hands. "Well, do not fear ghost child, for I will also-" He was met with a fist in the face, ice crawling across his ectoplasmic skin.

Danny smiled as he watched Technus struggle. It hadn't been a very well thought out idea, just a passing thought really, but it had worked beautifully. He'd frozen his hand to Technus's face, and the only way to separate them would be to peel away the ice and whatever parts of Technus it brought with it. Which meant that while Technus was busy with that, Danny was free to whale on him as much as he pleased.

He made sure to take full advantage of it.

When Technus finally wrenched himself free, the half of his face Danny had punched was a cavity of missing ectoplasm, and his arm hung limply, dripping bright green on the pavement below. "I don't know who urinated on your servos," he slurred, floating backwards. "But I don't want any part of it. I, the Great Technus, surrender. Just put me in soup time."

Danny laughed at this, pointedly not reaching for the thermos that sat on his hip. "Not this time." He took a purposeful step forward despite the fact he was flying. "We're going to do this a little different today. Play a fun little game." Another step. "You're going to go back to the portal on your own accord. You're going to go back to the Ghost Zone, and you're going to fucking stay there." Another step. "And if I catch you before you get there, then I'll make sure there's not enough of you left to return to the Ghost Zone." Another step, and he was inches away from Technus's broken face. "Do you understand?"

Technus nodded. 

"Wonderful. Now, off you go!" Danny waved him away, and Technus took off flying faster than Danny had ever seen him fly before.

He was almost about to chase after him, to make good on his promise, when he froze. There was something about Technus's face that was wrong, and not just the damage Danny had done. Something Danny had seen before, but never on him.

Technus had been scared.

And why wouldn't he have been? The rest of Technus's face broke through the relief that had been clouding Danny's brain. He'd been completely mauled, nearly past the point of recognition, all because of Danny. Of course he'd be scared.

Danny looked down at his hands, positively drenched in ectoplasm. His suit was stained green. His mouth was coated with the distinctive acrid taste of the stuff. Had he bitten Technus? He couldn't remember.

He couldn't remember , and it hadn't even been a few minutes ago. Danny fell to the ground hard, not bothering to slow his fall. He landed on one of the already totaled cars, the alarm finally registering. He looked around the parking lot numbly. It was a mess. Even worse than some of his earlier ghost fights had been. He hadn't caused this kind of destruction in months, maybe even longer, and certainly not against a ghost as easy as Technus. 

What had he done?

Exactly what you should have done. The voice was back. When had it left? Danny couldn't remember that either. Had it left? Or had it just been so loud that he couldn't think anything else? He wouldn't let himself think of the other possibility. He wouldn't.

Even if that was the most likely answer.

Danny floated back into the sky, slowly at first and then picking up speed. He didn't bother figuring out which direction he was going, didn't bother thinking of a destination. He just chose a direction and flew.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #jazz fenton #tucker foley #tw gore #tw violence #tw loss of control #ectoimplosion2023

[drarryismylifeandsoul]

Helping Out (Drarry)

Notes:

Got inspiration from an anime clip

 "Draco sweetie, don't you want some cookies?" Harry stopped and turned to his right.

Daphne Greengrass was latched into Draco Malfoy's arm eerily smiling sweetly up at him. "Sod off Queenie," he growled. He tried to look angry but Harry could see that he looked tired.

His eyes were drawn and he looked paler then usual. The raven haired boy frowned as the prefect tried to pull away from the thirsty Slytherin but she continued to hang on like a leech.

"I made them just for you! They're your favorite flavor~" She pulled on his arm harder. Harry felt something awaken inside him. He wanted to help Draco but how? Then he got an idea.

    "Hey Daphne! Stay away from my boyfriend!" he yelled. The blond looked up and focused her gaze on him. Draco looked at him with a bewildered 'what?' written on his face. "What did you say?" she spat with a sneer. He tried to suppress his grin. "You heard me!" he yelled walking towards the duo. "Get. Away. From. My. Boyfriend," he insisted faux angrily pulling her away from his rival. He then pulled Draco closer, sliding his hand around his waist. "You okay honey?" he asked innocently a small grin on his face. His enemy on the other hand just stared him at with a 'wtf?!?' look. Then all of a sudden his eyes flashed with realization. He mimicked his grin and replied with a bit of color on his cheeks: "I am now."

    Daphne just looked from one boy to the other incredulity written all over her face.

"W-what! You and Draco are a THING!?!" she exclaimed her mouth slightly ajar. "Yeah we are," the Boy Who Lived replied stroking the slightly taller boy's hair. He narrowed his gaze. "Do you have a problem with that?" he growled.

Immediately she went on the defensive.

"W-wot? No! I-I mean...you see...well-" she stumbled over her own words, sweat drenching her clothes. She swallowed hard, her eyes darting back and forth. "How long h-have you been to-together?" she squeaked, twirling her thumbs nervously. Draco looked at her and smiled. "I'd say three years...?" He glanced at Harry who nodded.

Her eyes looked haunted. "Three-*cough*-three YEARS!" she yelled before covering her mouth. She twisted her face in anger. "Absurd! Th-this has some kind of sick joke!" she looked at Draco with a dazed expression. "Nope." He glanced at Harry fondly. She stood there jaw dropped. "Th-There has to be some kind of mistake! Maybe you cast a spell on him. Yes! That's it! I'll tell the teachers! I'll...I'll...I-" She stopped talking and just stared at the two each having silly grins on their faces. 

    "There's no spell Daph. Now leave us," he smirked at her before dipping Draco. "Wait, what are you-mhmf!" the blond was cut off by Harry's lips. He froze not sure what to do. He'd never been kissed before. This was his first.

Harry ran his tongue over Draco's lips causing him to moan. He opened them slightly to which Harry stole the chance to glide his tongue into the other's mouth. Draco gasped and ran his hand through the Gryffindor's hair. He tugged on it inducing a moan from his rival. He did it again and felt Harry's hand travel lower. That was new. He did it once more and felt cool skin touch his thigh. Wow kisses can be like this?

However as quickly he kissed him, Harry broke away. He pulled Draco up to his full height and they stared at each other. The hallway was deadly quiet, only a few whispers disturbed the silence. Daphne however just stood there clenching her fists, her face red with anger. "T-This won't last! Mark my words! By the time you leave Hogwarts-NO! In fact before you graduate both of you will go your separate ways. I'll make sure of it! Oh yes I will!" She turned on heels and sashayed away flipping her hair like she didn't care though tears filled her eyes. 

Draco pushed Harry away anger on his face. "What the bloody hell Potter?" he yelled gritting his teeth. "What do you mean?" He was confused. He was just helping him, and the kiss was part of the act. "You don't mess with people like that you big oaf!" He looked angry but sounded hurt...and confused. "W-what? I was just helping!" he couldn't believe his ears. "Well I-uh...didn't ask for your help!" the boy retorted back but he sounded like his voice was going to break. "Harry!" a voice called out.

Harry turned around to face Hermione Granger and her mere companion, Ron. She looked all sweet and smiles and Ron had his hands behind his back, like a proper gentlemen.

"You're late for Transfiguration Harry. Come on." She gently took his hand and dashed off Ron not far behind.

"You ARE going to explain to us what the monkey feathers I just witnessed at Lunch k' Harry?" she hissed glancing at Harry with a 'won't you?' look. He was sure Ron too felt the same way. He looked back and saw Draco just staring forlornly at him. Immediately guilt washed over him. What has he done.

#draco fuckingmalfoy #drarry forever #drarry #harry potter #i wrote this #i wrote some words #i love these characters so much #draco x harry #harry potter is the best book series #i love this ship #happy new year

[morimakesfanart]

2020 Oct 10 -Lucid Dream: The Last Push to Make Sindria's Prophet

*It's my birthday, so I'm adding another chapter to the Adventures of Simpbad :D

*I have been lucid dreaming since around the age of 6. I keep a dream diary and draw parts. Sometimes I like what happens in my dreams so much that I use it in my stories; that's why I go by "Mori's Lucid Stories" for my original work.

*I have had several dreams involving Magi so I've decided to add them to the Adventures of Simpbad Collection :3 The art will mainly be edited photos of what I put in my dream diary. I will draw things digitally if I didn't end up drawing anything traditionally.

*This dream happened when I hit the first road block in writing Sindria's Prophet and was the push I needed to fix it and what lead me to choose to post Sindria's Prophet online :3 Also, I didn't think I would be posting this dream when I started drawing it, so the first half isn't as well drawn as the last few pages.

*The original versions of this are still up on Tumblr, Instagram, and Twitter. This version has a novel version of the dream added, and cleaned up art of the original photos of the pages.

*I did rewrite a bit of the text in the images, but please let me know if there's any part that still isn't legible. Also so everyone knows, all of the purple and pink was done with colored ink traditionally, so I tried to keep that feel with the edits.

~POV Mori~ I was having an anime convention dream. I get those fairly often since cons are some of the most liberating experiences I've had. I had finally accepted that I had been hyper fixating on Sinbad for the past 5 years. I had tried my hand at writing fics but most stayed as concepts and drafts. I decided to try writing my first self insert Isekai, and had hit a road block. Thinking so much about an anime/manga was probably why I was having an anime convention dream.

I passed by a manga seller and decide to take a look. The only official English translation of The Adventures of Sinbad was a short run the first few volumes in Singapore. But here in this dream someone was selling official English versions of every volume. It didn't matter if this was a dream, I was going to buy them!

Having successfully made my dream purchase, I wanted to go somewhere I could sit down and read them. As I was about to leave, a familiar color palette appeared in my peripheral vision. King Sinbad was standing by the same bookshelf I was just at!

I knew he was tall, but it's different seeing him in person. Even with all of my fixating on him, Sinbad had yet to appear in my dreams. He was right there though! 100000% That was Sinbad! But this was a convention dream. He could be a cosplayer and not the real deal. The line often gets blurred in my dreams so did it even matter?

Two gold eyes turned towards me and I ran for the cover of another bookshelf. He was gorgeous in person and my heart could not handle it! Who knows what would have happened if I actually talked to him?!

'But this is my dream!! There's no reason for me to run away.' This dream has no signs of becoming a nightmare, so I could still change or remove anything I didn't like. Sinbad would never be able to hurt me in a dream unless I let him. 'I have been under a lot of stress recently though...'

It was worth some risk, but not a big risk. I took out my phone and used the zoom function of the camera to get a closer look at him without having to get close enough to risk him talking to me. That was something I didn't think I could handle yet. I also didn't know how long I could handle being around him so I sneakily made my way to the exit like I originally planned. As I got close, the gold eye in my phone screen made contact with me, and Sinbad smirked. 'ABORT!' I ran the rest of the way out.

That was more than enough Sinbad for me, thanx. I was no longer used to experiencing any form of attraction, and it had become a bit of a trigger honestly. Liking someone could always be used against me. My ex fiance made sure I'd learn that lesson....

This was a good dream so far, so I would not dwell on such things!!! There was a whole rest of a dream con to explore. I could go to more venders for impossible finds, or a panel, or watch cosplayers or stalk Sinbad Watching cosplayers, it is!

--- I find that the dealers room is one of the best places for spotting cosplayers, so guess where I went back to?

Cosplay is always really cool regardless of skill level or accuracy. It shows passion and love for a story. And some can be very creative in taking characters into different styles. In this dream there was a crossover cosplay of someone dressed as Inuyasha, but done in the style of Hollow!Ichigo from bleach. They even had on white body paint, and contacts that made their corneas black. Given how full demon mode Inuyasha was, the idea of a hollow version was scary, and rad as hell. His claw attack would be devastating- And he was destroying the venders with the exact attack I was just thinking about! The cosplayer was no longer a cosplayer! This is the part of lucid dreaming that isn't always the greatest. I thought too hard about something and it became a real problem.

I yelled at my mistake, "Stop that right now!!"

To which the once cosplayer yelled back, "This is a dream! I do what I want!" And what he wanted was murder.

The audacity! "This is my dream! Step off!"

He attacked me! "You can't tell me what to do!"

I dodged it, and I was done playing. "Yeah, no." If diplomacy wasn't going to work then there was no reason to keep him in my dream. "If you're going to be violent, you can go. This whole part of the con can go." Sometimes it's easier to get rid of the whole area than just one person since the area can hold onto the emotions and make the same type of thing keep happening. If I don't nip it in the bud it could become a nightmare or night terror, and God knows I've had more than my fair share of those.

The entire room got cleared into a white void. There was a floor and walls where doors into the room were, but everything else was gone. My emotions returned to normal too. This empty room was still attached to the rest of the dream world, so convention goers started walking in and getting confused about the missing dealers' room. Creating a new place for venders would only risk things going violent again. I made comfy chairs and cushions for people to rest on while I figured out what to do with the cleared space.

--- My safest bet was to change the genre so I could have a different type of environment. It had been a while since I had a fun adventure dream. To keep it from going potentially violent again I made it like a play ground or obstacle course instead of an actual place with real danger. I grew up during the PS2 era of games so beaches and platforming like in Kingdom Hearts, Jak&Daxter, and Ratchet and Clank are hugely nostalgic, and have become symbols of safety and fun for me. And so I made a beach with an obstacle course, platforming, and a fake broken ship. And of course, with a change of scenery comes a costume change. I went for something that was a mix of dance clothes and reenactment clothes from when I was in a reenactment pirate band -there was fake broken pirate ship here after all. (I decided it was a pirate ship because that seemed more fun.)

There was a cuddle puddle of three people in one of the chairs I made. I left the manga I bought with them, telling them, "Guard this manga with your life!" before heading out to the obstacle course I had made.

As I gave them a two fingered salute, I noticed that a familiar purple haired King was standing behind them. Everything inside me knew it was the same Sinbad from earlier and, that like the Inuyasha cosplayer becoming real, this Sinbad was real. Those metal vessels weren't only for show. What's more was I was not emotionally ready for coping with feeling attraction and fear at the same time again.

So I jumped down onto the sandy platforms below.

I made dream versions of my some of my friends appear. Hopefully, they would be enough of a distraction to make the Sinbad vanish. I ended up summoning art friends from highschool and college though, so they refused to explore with me. Instead, they actively reminded me who had shown up. "If you don't get running, he's gonna catch up."

Sinbad jumped down onto the starting platform and I bolted down the obstacle course. It was clear that my subconscious wanted me to face this; even if I changed the dream Sinbad would appear again. I had two options: face Sinbad and my fear of my own feelings of attraction, or turn the dream off into nothingness. Ahead of me, the platforms were leading to the ruined pirate ship; the next part would be inside it. And like a video game, the water around us meant death.

Sinbad calling behind me, gave me my answer. I jumped into the water.

--- The dream above the surface couldn't reach me here. It was quiet and calm. I could drift there forever if I wanted to -or at least until I woke up. As the feeling of safety washed over me, I started feeling bored. I had made a whole puzzle plaformer and I didn't even get to go through it! I had been in the nothing for a while; maybe Sinbad was gone.

There was no way I'd be that lucky. If nothing else, I could come up far enough away to have a chance to brace myself before he reaches me. I swam to the edge of an area further down the course. When I breached the surface of the water, I tried to will myself out faster than I could climb up. Two hands reached down to help pull me onto land. 'Who was I trying to fool...?' Of course, Sinbad would appear as soon as I returned.

He smiled down at me as I was finally standing on land again. "There you go."

"I could have gotten out on my own." Gosh, even to my own ears I sounded like a tsundere. This was the best I could do with my trust issues, huh? Dreams make emotional regulation harder too.

Sinbad's smile didn't waver. "Of course." In fact, he looked amused.

I grumbled, accepted my fate and sat down with my legs hanging over the edge. Looking at the water from here, it was obvious that I wouldn't have been able to reach high enough to pull myself out of the water on my own. If my subconscious was this determined to make this interaction happen then it was something I really needed to work through.

Sinbad walked over to where I sat down. "You're done running away?"

"I guess."

He sat down next to me, and crossed his legs and his arms. "So why were you avoiding me all this time?" He didn't look at me directly, and kept his smile.

I watched the water in front of us. "I'm scared of the things I like hurting me because I like them."

"Are you scared of me sitting here?"

"I'm not running right now, am I?" I wasn't scared of Sinbad. He was non-violent unless there were no other options, so he'd never have a reason to hurt me.

The King's voice was boisterous, "That's great news!"

I smiled at myself. "I guess I am doing a bit better." That gave me back some confidence. My smile broadened, and I made of show of shrugging as I continued, "I do still have plenty of reasons to be scared that you're close. You're also a greedy, egotistical, over powered asshole who has killed a lot of people -not to mention manga spoilers." The man was a walking death machine when he wanted to be, especially towards the ends of both mangas in the series.

"-Ah," was all he said in response. Sinbad was always the type to refrain from commenting when he couldn't deny the truth.

Now that I was thinking about the situation instead of panicking I was realizing some things. "I'm pretty curious on why you're talking to me." Flirting with con goers would probably be more in character.

He finally looked at me. "Why don't you tell me since you know me so well?" His eyes sparkled with interest and curiosity.

'Smarmy piece of- how dare he be this pretty! Fine!' My thoughts got stuck on his face for a moment since I was finally looking at him too. I thought about his question. Sinbad was power hungry by the time he became a king. And he had a growing god complex. And he actively sought out the strongest people in the world like the Aladdin, David, and Arba.

'Oh...' I had basically just erased and remade part of the world in front of him. That was why he hadn't followed after me when I first saw him; I wasn't anything special yet. 'My subconscious couldn't make him want to talk to me for nice reasons?'

I sighed. "I might like you but," that was obvious and I wouldn't deny it, "I'm not going to help you do whatever you want. I just didn't want violence in this dream." Now that I knew what was going on, I needed to set my boundaries.

Sinbad hummed, and looked out at the water. "I understand." After a moment he added, "We both prefer peace. It's a start."

That made me laugh. "You really don't quit, do you?"

Sinbad continued the good mood with flirting. "I got to make a pretty girl laugh so it's been a good day."

I gifted him another chuckle for the sentiment behind his words. I'm gender fluid, so not always a girl/woman, but I didn't think he'd understand that even if I explained. This wasn't the time to be pedantic. I was more interested in enjoying the improved mood.

We continued to talk in that light hearted manor about a handful of things. It was a bit of necessary self reflection involving my fears. It was okay for me to feel attraction, even if I wasn't ready for any of the steps that come afterwards. Maybe Sinbad was perfect for me in that way. In the whole series he never falls in love or gets married, and in that moment what I needed to feel safe was knowing that flirting was all it would ever be. I could enjoy feelings of attraction without the fear of being betrayed later because Sinbad would never promise himself to anyone.

#adventures of simpbad #lucid dreaming #king sinbad #magi sinbad #sinbad magi

[ahmeddkm]

Reflective Piece

Hey, hey, hey, I really struggled with the assignment trying to figure out what to do. I asked ChatGPT to write me a 600 word with random nonsense.

I then installed a brail typeface on the internet and added that pasted the type on Photoshop.

I played around with the size of some text by making some large and some really small.

Next, I overlayed a bunch of this one layer on top of each other to create that confusion.

Since I really liked the idea of getting ChatGPT to create an art piece, I gave it a prompt asking it what I should include in my Reflective piece. I told it I was going for a collage and gave the AI context on the assignment. This is what I got from it.

I went on Pinterest and searched for pictures of objects, people and animals and jumbled it all together under a colourful image.

I set the word Farrago under a colourful orange colour

and added the braille text in the background

Here is the result of my Visual Reflective piece

Written Reflective piece

2D

Reflecting on my experience working on this assignment, I remember feeling a sense of confusion and uncertainty from the very beginning. As I started creating iteration after iteration, I struggled to figure out what I should make. At first, I tried to draw inspiration from my favorite movies and games, but even that wasn't enough to create the level of chaos and confusion that I was aiming for.

It was only after I scrapped that idea and started throwing as much nonsense as I could onto the canvas that things started to come together. I experimented with new elements like stickers, unique typography, and lots of images, while still keeping some of the elements from the first iteration. My goal was to create a sense of confusion that would force the viewer to take a closer look at all the different elements.

As I reflect on this process, I realize that it taught me a valuable lesson about creativity. Sometimes, in order to create something truly unique and unexpected, you have to let go of your preconceptions and embrace chaos. It can be uncomfortable and even painful, but the end result is often worth it.

Moreover, I learned that when working on a project like this, it's important to take a step back and look at the big picture, as well as the small details. By focusing on both the overall design and the individual elements, I was able to create a piece that was both chaotic and cohesive.

In conclusion, this assignment was a challenging and rewarding experience that taught me a lot about creativity, experimentation, and attention to detail. Although it was difficult at times, I'm proud of what I was able to create, and I look forward to applying these lessons in future projects.

3D

Reflecting on my experience working on the 3D assignment, I recall feeling a range of emotions - from frustration and confusion to excitement and creativity. As someone who had not worked on a 3D project since high school, I was initially at a loss for what to do.

I had many ideas for what the final piece should look like, but I also found myself questioning why I was creating this in the first place. However, I decided to push through these feelings and began searching for inspiration online. That's when I stumbled upon some incredible cubes with an ecosystem on Pinterest.

I was immediately drawn to this concept and knew I wanted to make something similar, but with my own unique twist. I decided to use Pokemon figurines to represent the people in the society I was creating. I also borrowed a wooden hand-made cube from my friend Humera and spent a significant amount of time and money adding elements like an LED light, black sand, stalactites, trees, and even writing nonsense on the sides of the cube.

As I reflect on this process, I realize that it taught me a lot about creativity and the importance of taking risks. I had to step out of my comfort zone and try something new in order to create something truly unique and unexpected.

Furthermore, this assignment reminded me of the joy of creating art and the importance of having fun while doing it. Even though there were times when I felt lost and uncertain, I kept going because I was enjoying the process.

In conclusion, this 3D assignment was a challenging yet rewarding experience that allowed me to explore my creativity and push myself to try new things. It reminded me of the joy of creating art and the importance of having fun while doing it. I'm proud of the final piece that I created, and I'm excited to continue exploring 3D art in the future.

4D

Reflecting on my experience with the 4D assignment, I have to say it was the most enjoyable assignment I had this semester. The reason behind this is simple - I have a deep love for music. I find myself listening to music constantly while working on assignments or even creating personal projects. My goal in the future is to create a beat and music video, so I was excited to dive right in.

To make this assignment even more special, I had the opportunity to work with my friend Eli, who is a talented producer and songwriter. Together, we created a unique piece of music using Logic Pro X, which involved sampling songs like Clarity by Jacob Collier, Frank Sinatra's My Way, Homelander's Theme, and even an AI voice of Morgan Freeman just talking.

To add to the creativity, we included various sound effects like a ball bouncing, glass shattering, and phone notification sounds. We also added effects such as a 70s radio effect on Frank Sinatra and Morgan Freeman, which gave the track an added layer of depth.

Overall, I had an incredible time learning this new skill and experimenting with sound. This assignment allowed me to explore my passion for music and was a great reminder of how much joy and fun creativity can bring. I look forward to using this newfound knowledge to create even more exciting and unique music in the future.

[af-daemonicus]

The moment you enter the room, you notice something seeming to take hold of your mind. The atmosphere alone is full of tension and desire, but you’re certain there’s something else; something drawing you to me. You step closer to the bed where I’m lounging, nothing but a robe to cover what little of me isn’t showing, and the sensation continues to grow stronger. You’ve always complimented the way I smell, innocent in your words, but things seem different today. You’re magnetised to my every movement, as if all rationality has been replaced by some visceral animal instinct that is slowly taking over. The closer you get, the weaker you feel, both in body and will, but the desire grows stronger and stronger until you are stood beside the bed, waiting.

Finally acknowledging your presence, my head turns to look at you as my eyes hungrily take in the sight of what is before me, and as our eyes meet that feeling of weakness spikes. Sitting upright and moving to the edge of the bed where you are dutifully waiting for your fate, my thighs wrap around either side of your body and pull you in closer. “You know what I want from you, don’t you darling?” My hand works its way to the small of your back, holding you gently but firmly, and as it works underneath your shirt and my palm touches your soft flesh you drop to your knees as another jolt of that warm weakness courses through you.

“H-how did you- what do you want from me?” “Shhh, baby, it’s okay, just let me show you how to feel good.” With my words, I pull my robe aside and use the strength in my thighs to pull your head towards my navel. There’s hesitation at first, but as soon as you realise that there’s no chance of you being able to pull away, you begin to diligently caress the soft flesh holding you hostage, feeling as it undulates with every breath until it almost seems to swallow you. By the time you start to doubt if you’ll be able to breath if you’re pulled any closer, a moment of relief washes over you as a short-lived freedom is awarded before the same strength begins to pull you further down still until you are held firmly between my thighs. Feeling the strength of my flesh either side of your head you give in to my wants almost immediately, knowing that if you tried to fight the grip would tighten and fearing that with how weak you are now, it may well result in your skull being crushed.

That same feeling of being swallowed only increases, and your tongue begins to feel as if it is being stretched and pulled deep within. Somehow this feeling of weakness increases too, to the point where you notice my hand on the back of your head supporting you, and you realise that without it you’re unsure if you could hold yourself up without it.  As you’re eventually released from your servitude, falling back onto your knees, your vision darkens for a moment, and you have to right yourself before you fall back. As the darkness fades, you look up to see me, but something is different. Slowly as you regain your thoughts, you realise thatI appear to have grown in size, and as you look down at yourself you seem… frailer. Smaller. Weaker. As if somehow, your own flesh had been drawn into me through your tongue.

The next thing you notice, is that with this weakness you are no longer able to support your own body. You go to stand up, attempting to distance yourself from my fatal form, but you only manage to get up onto one knee before falling back down in a pathetic pile onto the carpet. Your futility is met with a chuckle, before you feel an abnormally strong hand wrap around your throat and pick you up, dropping you onto the bed with a force that seems unhuman. You go to shout out, to cry for help, but before you can get any noise out you find yourself gagged by soft, wet flesh. My tongue, equally as unnaturally long and powerful, begins by forcing its way into your throat to silence any attempts of protest before slowly working its way back up. Somehow it seems to almost be pushing up into your skull, massaging your mind so thoroughly that you begin to forget what it even was you were trying to protest.

Too distracted to attempt to stop it, I’m able to slowly strip you entirely of what you are wearing, and the next thing you know you find yourself fully exposed and pressed against my skin, my robe having been shrugged off at some point too. My tongue continues to push deeper into your mind, my jaw now too wide open to be natural almost clamped around your own to stop you from pulling away. Without ceasing my efforts to turn you completely into a mindless servant for me to abuse before consuming your everything, I move to straddle you, towering above you and teasing your cock with my delicate touch. Slowly, I lower myself onto you, feeling your fragile body bend beneath me as I swallow you with my cunt. The slow rocking matches pace with the waves of blankness that my tongue brushes over your mind, and soon I watch as the defiance and individuality in your eyes dims, and I know that I have achieved perfection.

Taking advantage of this, my tongue finally withdraws from your mouth and instead caresses your chest, the soft wet flesh draining more and more energy from you, before it attaches itself to the base of your neck. The sharp pain translates more to a dull warmth to your unoccupied mind, and as the blood from your veins begins to be sucked from you your eyes just roll back at this combination of sensations. Despite everything, your blankness and my careful control over just how much I give and take keeps you from ever quite reaching the peak that you crave. I continue to take, and take, and rock, and suck, and drain you, watching as your flesh loses its colour and your joints begin to creak beneath the growing wait of my enlarged form. When I’m confident you have little left to give, you feel as two more extensions of warm strong flesh begin to ease your legs apart and hold them there by your ankles, the rest of the tendril snaking up the inside of your thighs. A third begins to emerge from my form, borrowing from the flesh that once belonged to you, and you feel as it slowly edges further between your legs before gently working its way inside you. It serves two purposes, not only to take, but to stimulate the last of the little energy you have in you so that I can take every single drop.

As finally you feel the pleasure build, as much as you can in your numbed state, your eyes refocus just enough to look up at me above you, and as your eyes meet mine and your mouth falls open just enough for a breathy sigh to fall out, I give you the last push you need to be tipped over the edge. As the very last of you is drawn into me, your head falls back again, and I feel the life fade from the body beneath me. Not wanting to waste such a fantastic source of power, the tendrils that hold you firmly begin to push you into me, my form further expanding to accommodate the additional flesh I gain. And finally, as I get to your torso, the welt from where my tongue was once attached provides enough lubrication to swallow the very last of you, your existence now entirely within me.

[youlooklikehellpng]

Young hearts, to yourself be true.

-  “Young Hearts Run Free” (Ballroom version)

Mercutio’s drag debut in Romeo + Juliet

Did a rotoscope animation for my art class a while ago, finally got back to touching it up with the shading and details.

#it was fun but also difficult #my first push closer into hand drawn animation #Romeo + Juliet #Romeo and Juliet 1996 #Mercutio #what is there not to love about this party scene

[baubunny]

BETTING FRIENDS | S.REID/READER

summary: you and your best friend have been friends with benefits for forever, and you've been in love with him the entire time.

genre: smut, angst with fluffy ending

warnings: dom!spencer x sub!reader, oral (f receiving), light choking, oral fixation (his fingers in your mouth), spitting, light bondage, nipple play, cockwarming, mentions of the jied confession, mentions of maeve's death

word count: 3.6k

requested?: yes

“spencer,” you gasp out as slowly, deliberately, spencer raises his hands to the tops of your thighs. he makes sure you feel his blunt nails raking against your soft skin as he pulls your panties down, down, down and off of your thighs, calves, and ankles, ultimately tossing them almost exactly on top of your shorts. you hold your breath as he does so, knowing that he’s aiming to properly remind you of who’s in control. he’s testing you, seeing how you react.

you seem to pass his test, because the next thing you know, he’s flattening his tongue against your core, giving you one wide lick from your hole up to your clit before scraping the bundle of nerves between his teeth. spencer’s hands - his palms are rough, you note - push your thighs out, and it’s only then that you realize you’d inadvertently started closing in on his head on impulse. the way he squeezes your flesh lets you know that he’s warning you, that he’ll be rougher if you close in again. a part of you wants to test him just as he so often does to you.

usually, during times like this, you think back to the first time the two of you had met, practically a decade ago when you’d first become a profiler. he’d been so nervous, confident only with numbers and figures and thoughts rather than with the tangible. he’s anything but, now. you can hardly even think. he wraps his tongue around your clit again, and every thought you’ve ever had flies out the window immediately. the cry you let out is high-pitched, hitting the roof of your mouth before bouncing around within the confines of your bedroom. this only spurs him on, and you can only writhe in place as he practically open-mouthed kisses your pussy. he laps against your core as if he’s dying of thirst and you’re the only thing that can quench him. your moans are drawn out, absolutely pathetic at this point, but spencer makes no move to silence you, and it’s all you can think to be grateful for.

as he mercilessly licks at your bundle of nerves, making no indication towards wanting to place his attention elsewhere, you can’t help but feel empty. even though you could cum like this - easily, frankly, and spencer knows this too - you can’t help but want more. your hole clenches around nothing the closer you get to falling over the edge, and as your head falls back and you moan unabashedly, voice rising in pitch, you find that you can’t think of anything else but being stuffed full. he’s got beautiful, beautiful hands. fingers lithe, animated. always gesturing. you’ve never been able to look away from them when he speaks.

“fingers,” you whine out, the single word garbled as it falls from your tongue. “spencer, please- ”

“you cum on my tongue or you don’t cum at all.” is the response you get when he pulls away to interrupt you: firm, decisive. he barely lifts his head to speak to you, his bottom lip still brushing against your clit, causing you to spasm. he needs chapstick, you note: the skin on his lip is rough despite being covered in your wetness. you’ll buy him some tomorrow if you remember. spencer gives you no time to process before diving back in, biting and sucking a hickey into the skin above your pussy. one of your hands digs into the green bedsheets below you, while your other hand flies to spencer’s hair, fingers flexing amongst the curly brown strands.

“but-” you start, but just as you’re about to argue your part - you don’t know why, you’re perfectly content being controlled, perhaps you want him to flex his power over you even more - you interrupt yourself with a full-bodied wail as spencer completely smothers your bud with his tongue, triggering your orgasm. you’re only barely aware of the way you tug at his hair as you cum, back arching off the bed and hips chasing his mouth, but he doesn’t seem to mind. spencer even lets out what feels like a groan, and you feel it reverberating against your skin as he sucks you gently through your high.

just as you’re about to raise your hips up and simultaneously wind your fingers deeper into his hair to pull his head away, unsure of whether you want more or need less, spencer lets up, placing his palms against your thighs to leverage himself as he stands up. before you can let out a whine about the sudden loss of warmth, he leans in close so he’s nose-to-nose with you as he slowly but deliberately wraps a hand around your throat.

“when i said you cum on my tongue or not at all, i meant it. you are in no -” he squeezes, drastically lessening your airflow, ignoring as your eyelids flutter with lust in response. “no fucking position to argue, or even attempt to argue. ever. am i understood?”

you don’t respond, mind addled at being so swiftly and strongly reprimanded. spencer applies just a little bit more pressure.

“i said, am i understood?” all of a sudden, he releases the grip he has on your throat, and the air comes rushing back to your lungs. you let out a small gasp, and blink twice as your mind catches up to your racing heart and your gaze focuses back on the man half on top of you. his typically honey eyes are dark, hard. the sigh you let out is louder than intended, but he seems to not care.

“yes.” you manage to get out, more breath than word. he accepts this, it seems, because the next thing you know, the same hand that had just choked you is wrapping around the back of your scalp, gently pulling your head up so the rest of your body follows before allowing himself to look at you properly.

you’re already debauched, eyelids at half-mast, hair mussed as much as it can be, legs open so he can see your glistening cunt, a very thin sheen of sweat on your forehead and unshed tears shining in your eyes to pair with the shed ones that rest against your cheeks. his cock twitches, and he reaches a palm down to press against it on impulse as if it’ll ease the ache.

“can - can i -” you break yourself off, unable to voice your own thoughts. instead, you reach a hand out, splaying it across his bare waist and the leather belt across the band of his slacks. your perfectly manicured purple nail polish starkly contrasts spencer’s skintone, partly shadowed due to how dull the lighting in your apartment tends to be. you relax your body, allowing your hands to curl towards him, nails barely resting against his rounded out muscles. he says nothing, waiting for you to finish your thought.

your throat is suddenly dry, and you swallow in an effort to alleviate it.

“my mouth,” you specify, shifting so you’re kneeling on his bed. you look up at him, eyes wide with hope of being able to wrap your lips around him soon. “can i use my mouth?”

spencer reaches down, cupping your face with one hand while the other moves to rest on your own, pressing your palm closer to his clothed cock. he traces one of your cheekbones, gathering the tears you’d inadvertently shed earlier, before he swipes the same thumb across your parted lips, catching the tip of your tongue in the process and forcing you to taste the salt against his skin.

he maintains his silence as he slips his thumb in between your lips and teeth, as he forces your mouth to widen for him as he presses down on your tongue to wrench your mouth open even more than it already is. you don’t move when he pulls away, making sure to drag the spit-soaked digit against your cheek as he does. spencer bends until you can’t look anywhere but into his eyes.

you can’t pinpoint the exact moment he spits into your mouth, but your eyes slide shut immediately once you realize it’s what he’s done. an aroused gasp gets stuck in your throat, and it’s like all the air in the world has abandoned you at once.

his lips graze your ear, and his voice is low when he speaks, none of his characteristic politeness residual in his tone. you’ve been fucking him too long for that.

“no,” he says, and your eyes well up almost immediately at the refusal. “no, you can’t.”

spencer doesn’t give you the chance to dissent, and it’s for the better. you look so pretty like this, looking up at him while on your knees, practically begging for him. while the idea of him forcing his cock down your waiting throat, feeling you gag around him while still wanting more, is more than tempting, he can’t keep himself away from your pretty pussy for long.

“lay back,” he whispers, inclining his head towards the pillows that line your headboard. “i’ll make this good for you.”

you don’t doubt him; he’s never given you a reason to. the first time spencer had taken you for himself, just over a half a year after losing his first real love in a horrifically grisly fashion you’d had the disbenefit of experiencing firsthand, you’d cum twice. first on his fingers, mostly to prepare you for your second time falling apart around his cock. it had been quick, dirty, your panties swept to the side hastily and your pliant body bent at the waist over an arm of his couch. you’d meant to drop by as a friend aiming to provide comfort, and you’d left with his cum soiling your cotton underwear and a $50 bill tucked into your hand for plan b.

it’s been six years since then. when he isn’t ruining you to the idea of anyone else, he’s one of your closest friends. he’s also, you believe, the love of your life. it’s just that you know all too well that you aren’t his.

sometimes, you feel like easy stress relief at best.

spencer leverages himself onto the bed as you rest your head against silk pillow covers. he shuffles up, up, up, and over, over, over, until his knees are bracketing your waist, and you watch through a hooded gaze as he unbuckles his belt and pulls it off of his body with a swift tug. Your mouth waters, a pavlovian response.

“can i?” he rests a hand, the one not gripping the leather, on top of one of your own. his voice is soft, showcasing a momentary respite from his headspace that’s as much for his own benefit as it is for yours.

“yes.” you breathe out, nodding for good measure. his thumb and forefinger circle the wrist of the hand he’s already touching, and you bring your other hand up without him asking. spencer makes quick work of looping the belt around your wrists, binding them together with practiced ease. he slips the tip of a finger in between the thick material and your warm flesh, making sure you won’t feel more pain than he intends for you to.

spencer shifts so he isn’t looming over you anymore, and you watch as he stands, unbuttons and unzips his slacks before shoving both them and his boxers down in one go. he steps out of them and kicks them aside before getting back on your bed. you barely get to steal a look at his hard cock, underside vein bulging and tip a darker color than one would expect it to be, before he’s placing one large hand by your head. the knuckles on his other hand brush against the inside of your thigh - you shiver at the contact - as he strokes himself once, twice before swiping his thick tip against your soaking slit. you can’t help the whimper that falls from your lips, and you can feel your friend smirk against your neck at the sound.

your whimper turns to a gasp that turns into a keening moan as he finally, finally presses into your wet heat. spencer murmurs a soft “shhh” into your skin, gently sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he bottoms out. he’s thick, perfectly so, stretching you tight and fitting snugly inside you. your back arches up to meet him chest to chest, and he presses both of you into your mattress in response. your fingers flex, palms pressing into each other as you inadvertently wriggle against your restraints. spencer laves his tongue over where he’d just bitten you.

“i’m not going to go easy on you.” he tilts his head up to whisper this, and you hum in understanding because you haven’t found your voice yet. spencer lets you get out a breath, just one, before pulling out almost entirely and slamming back into you. the pace he sets from there on out is bruising. the hand that had helped him slide into your soft cunt comes up to grope at your chest, rough fingers pinching and pulling at your peaked nipples. his mouth is open and his breaths are hot and wet against your collarbone; he can’t hide how good it feels to have your gummy walls constricting around his rock hard cock.

just as you’re about to outright beg him to jam a hand between where your hips meet, to swipe a coarse fingertip against your thrumming clit, he pulls out entirely. you’ve never felt so empty. it’s sudden enough that you can’t stop yourself from letting out an accosted gasp, from chasing his hips with yours, from tearing up at the loss. spencer shushes you again, large hands gripping your waist and causing goosebumps to rise around them, and before you know it, he’s flipped the two of you over so you’re on top of him.

your belted wrists lie against his sturdy chest, and he places one of his hands at the base of your throat to gently, gently push you up until you’re straddling him. your hands stay where they are. his other hand moves to cup your pussy, two fingers slipping and sliding in your wetness. you rut against his touch on impulse, and he doesn’t stop you, instead shifting so the tip of his length catches on your eager heat.

he looks so beautiful underneath you, dark eyes and disheveled hair and pink lips all soft and real and very spencer. the hand against your chest moves to splay across the small of your back, and it’s an obvious signal for you to start doing what you’re expected to do.

sitting fully on his cock is a herculean effort as always, but the hand on your back rubs up and down as you take him in inch by inch. spencer doesn’t hide his low groans at having you like this, and once you have only the base of him left to take, he puts aside all efforts at maintaining some sense of decorum and wraps both hands around your midsection before thrusting up, effectively spearing you on his cock. the gasped sob that’s wrangled from your throat is everything to him.

he doesn’t expect you to ride him without help, not in this state. instead, he fucks up into you like you’re a toy, a means to an end, and you can’t help but feel like this is what you’re meant to be. spencer leans up during a particularly hard thrust and catches one of your pert nipples in between his teeth, and the long, high moan you let out is almost enough to make him let go altogether. he presses a palm flat against your pubic bone as he runs his tongue over the skin of your breast and feels you gasp into the space above his ear. you tighten so heavily around him that he thinks he might be in heaven.

spencer raises a thumb to his mouth, the same he’d pulled your mouth open with earlier, and wets it with his tongue before stroking it across your clit. your reaction is instantaneous, your head falling back and chest pressing harder against his face. he circles your exposed bud with no finesse, other arm caging your waist and pressing your body against his as he humps up into you. there’s nothing on his mind other than making you cum, and cumming himself in turn.

it’s easy to tell when you’re close, you’ve always been so responsive. you get warmer and wetter and tighter in ways that shouldn’t be possible because of how sinful you feel, and spencer can’t help but bully the rounded head of his thick cock into the soft, pliant spot that makes you see stars just to hear you gasp and moan and whimper in that pretty pretty voice of yours. it takes only a few more passes of his thumb and you’re cumming, squeezing so hard around him that it coaxes his orgasm forward. he moves so his mouth isn’t on your skin any longer, but his forehead still presses against your chest.

“look at me,” he rasps out mid-orgasm, and you find yourself forcing your eyes open, just barely, to meet his own. the emotion in his eyes is unreadable, but you can delude yourself into believing that it’s love, just this once. once you’re both spent, he’s quick to undo his belt from around your wrists and run his warm palms over any marks.

you move to slide off of him, because he’s already softening inside of you, but he stops you by wrapping his arms around your shoulders. brows furrowing, you blink open your eyes, searching for an answer in his own. he’s never done this before.

usually, he gives you a cursory wipe-over with a wet rag, a friendly and appropriately chaste kiss on your forehead, and heads out, shirt untucked and belt or tie loose in his hands. spencer fucks you often enough to where you’ve started to refuse to let your heart heal, letting it actively remain broken so it hurts that much less every time he leaves you in the lurch.

it’s never occurred to you that walking away hurts him just as much as not moving at all does for you.

“you okay?” your words are friendly, a tone of voice he’s used to hearing, but never in this situation. spencer sighs, and you shift in his arms just a bit, and both of you wince at the feeling of his soft cock moving within your hypersensitive walls. he doesn’t pull out, still. if anything, he tries to get closer to you, although you don’t think such a thing is even possible. he sighs again.

“when we were at that convenience store… jj said she loves me. or loved me. that it’s always been me. i don’t really know.” the words come out in a rush, but the speed doesn’t make it any easier for you to take. your body tenses up, and he jolts at the overstimulation, and you have to turn your face to the side so he doesn’t see you tear up in a context outside of sex. jj had been the first person spencer had ever noticed romantically.

jj’s confession must’ve been the catalyst for the way he’d had you at his mercy today. you wondered if he imagined it was her on his lips, underneath him, on top of him, in his arms and all around him. you take a deep breath, but your lungs still feel wholly empty.

your best friend gingerly unwraps one of his arms from around you only to raise his hand to your face, fingers gently tracing your jaw. he cups your cheek and slowly but surely turns your head back to face him.

“i don’t think i care.” spencer murmurs, and his thumb traces your lower lip. your brow furrows further. he leans in until the two of you are forehead to forehead.

“it’s always been you,” he whispers, and you can’t help but blink in surprise. he smiles the smallest smile at how taken aback you are, but doesn’t keep the two of you waiting for long. “you. it’s always been you for me, and… and i know, or maybe i just hope, that it’s me for you. i just… i wanted to wait to tell you when i finally felt fine.”

spencer pauses. breathes. continues.

“for the first time in - in forever, i felt fine. i felt ready when i looked into your eyes with you on top of me and cumming for me.” he explains, and maybe you’re blinded by love, but it makes sense. in the moment, he makes perfect sense. you breathe in, and then out, and then press a soft, sweet, swift kiss to your best friend, your love, your spencer’s lips. they’re softer than they’d felt against your thighs.

“you are.” you say when you’ve pulled back, though not far enough to where you can’t bask in his warmth any longer. he makes the inquisitive noise you’ve come to know and love as a hallmark of his personality, and you smile so hard the corners of your eyes crease. you kiss him again, just a little longer this time, before you pull back and expound. the grip he has on you is tight, but oh so welcoming.

you run a hand over his bare collarbone, gaze up at him through your eyelashes. neither of you want to forget this moment, ever. you whisper what you mean into the air the two of you share.

“you’re it for me, too.”

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[userpoe]

i'll keep the faith for you

Rating: Teen

Wordcount: 1.2k+

Warnings: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, reader’s in a bad spot emotionally and really anxious, ect.

Summary: you're unusually quiet, so poe goes to check on you

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Poe pushes your bedroom door open with his foot, wincing as it groans in protest on the hinges. You’d been unusually quiet today, your eyes dark and missing their usual spark; of course, he was used to you occasionally not having anything to say, but usually that was accompanied by a contemplative air while you pulled together conversation topics to go over with him later when you were ready.

Today, you look so forlorn that it breaks his heart a little each time he glances at you. Your second cup of coffee goes unfinished, and you barely skimmed through your phone for longer than a five minutes before you pushed it away and mumbled that you were going to go lie back down.

That was hours ago, now. The morning stretched on without your presence, lilting into the afternoon. The sunshine crept in through the windows throughout the rest of the apartment, but when Poe steps inside your room, he finds that you’ve drawn your curtains closed and are lying in the darkness.

He can tell you’re not asleep, even if your eyes are closed. Your expression is too pinched, your shoulders too tight for him to believe you’re out cold. So he creeps further into the room, whispering your name gently so you’re not alarmed when he perches on the edge of your mattress. You’ve burritoed yourself into your comforter, holding on to a stuffed animal that one of your friends surprised you with the year prior, your hair messy from tossing and turning.

Poe says your name a second time as he puts his hand where he guesses is a decent approximation of where your shoulder is beneath the blanket, and your eyes finally open. Your expression remains startlingly blank and downcast. “What’s wrong?”

At first you just shrug, playing it off that you don’t know, but then something passes over your face - realizing you don’t have to play it off with him, perhaps - and you scoot back further onto the bed so he has room to lay down too. As soon as he does, you shuffle closer to him, draping one arm across his torso, fingers catching at the fabric of his shirt and playing with it for a moment. You haven’t said anything yet, but Poe can practically hear you turning over the thoughts in your head, working out how to articulate them.

And finally, you do find the words. “I miss it,” you whisper, not daring to look up at him. Instead, you burrow your face closer to his chest so Poe can’t see your expression. “My old job, I miss it. It was good, Poe. I was happy to be there, I didn’t even care about the odd hours or the money, I looked forward to going in everyday. I was happy. It was everything I wanted -” your voice catches here, at last, and Poe holds you a little tighter, knowing you’re not necessarily inclined to cry even if you desperately need to, making the noise even more awful - “but they didn’t want me.”

His heart breaks at that and he doesn’t have any words of reassurance to start with because what you said is all true. He’d seen your joy with his own eyes, the way you were still giddy even after a long shift when you got home, how you were anxious every day while training but still thrilled until…

Until you were told that you should probably think about whether or not you would be a good fit there, if the job was right for you, because even while you passed with flying colors at every task you’d been given, excelled at taking initiative and completing your work, you’d struggled at one thing — something you had no control over, something you couldn’t do because of your own body’s limitations.

Poe didn’t have much room in his heart for grudges, but the ones he did keep ran deep. In his mind, there was no forgiving the place that had made you feel so unwelcome after weeks of feeling as though you’d finally found somewhere you belonged, a purpose even.

And ever since you’d told them you wouldn’t be returning, you had been…drifting. Slowly but certainly, your smiles had grown more strained, the sparkle in your eyes were dimming, and you’d been less inclined to spend time with people — your family, with your friends, even with Poe.

“They were assholes,” Poe says at last, drawing both arms around you to pull you closer. “You would’ve been one of the best people there. You already were, in my book.”

You snort against his chest, muttering something about him being biased that triggers a brief smile from Poe. It fades when you whisper, “It felt so right. I thought I…I thought I’d finally found what I was supposed to do. And I miss them, isn’t that weird? I miss walking in and hearing them tell me good morning, miss weaving around each other and hearing everyone joke about things.”

“It’s not weird,” Poe says. He met your co-workers once when your car broke down and he’d gone up to pick you up to drive you home. They were all fun people to be around, and Poe could have easily seen you hanging out with them outside of work too, if you’d gotten the chance to know them better.

You lapse into silence long enough that he starts to wonder if you really have finally dozed off in his arms, when you admit softly, “Sometimes I worry it’s me. That I’m not enough, that I’m too scared. That I’m just…too much of a coward or that I just don’t have a place in this world to fit into. That maybe no one wants me - and I know that’s bullshit, I know it is. But no matter how much I try to ignore that fear, it just…won’t go away and I’m terrified I’m going to start believing it.”

Poe shifts and pulls back just enough that he can look down at you, cupping your cheek with his hand, finally forcing you to look up at him. “You are one of the bravest people I know, and I want you. Your friends want you, your family wants you, and one day you’re going to find or make a purpose that fits you.”

You search his face for a few beats, your own slowly softening. Finally, you reply, “You sure have a lot of faith in me.”

“You’ve never given me a reason not to,” Poe says before leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “And I’ll keep that faith even when you can’t find your own.”

For the first time since he climbed into bed with you, your eyes well with tears. You give him a wobbly smile, nodding once firmly. “Thank you.”

What he’s told you hasn’t changed the fact that you’re still grieving from what you almost had and promptly lost, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re still stinging from a very long, difficult few months that have been filled with heartbreak after heartbreak, but it does make a sliver of hope creep into your heart; and for one beautiful moment, it outshines all your anxieties, and you find yourself remembering that this isn’t forever — one day, it’ll get better.

“Always,” Poe whispers, hugging you more tightly to his chest.

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