#please if anyone can offer their thoughts

[luminiamore]

sugar daddy nanami kento x black hyperfem reader

warnings: brat tamer nami, super duper big arms actually, spoiled reader, he’s a bit mean, he’s such a man omg, public sex, squirting, creampie, you'll almost get caught, mirror sex

“Excuse me, Sir? Is this seat taken?”

A sweet voice interrupts Nanami’s focus on the book in his lap, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. The train's movements cause his body to sway slightly. He holds in a breath, really not in the mood to speak, but he's a gentleman. So, he looks up anyway.

He doesn't feel disappointed, actually the opposite. He's never seen anyone as beautiful as you. Your brown skin is smooth and clear, and your lips are glossed and full, with a slight pout. The makeup you put on was such a compliment to your face that it made you look like.. a doll. With eyes that made him seem like your salvation, you stared down at him.

Where did you come from?

“I’m sorry to bother you! It’s just- I’ve been trying to find a seat for a few minutes, and my feet are starting to really hurt. God, I should’ve never worn heels.”

You’re talking to him. He quickly comes to the realization that staring at your moving lips would make him appear creepy. Your voice was a little.. distracting. He clears his throat as he catches his lips quip up in amusement,

“It’s not taken. Please, sit.” You're walking towards the seat near the window, following his hips as they adjust to allow you to pass in front of him. Your clothes were... to say it bluntly, provocative. Your skirt was pink. He found that cute. But it was short, way too short to be worn out in public.

As you leaned down to prevent hitting the overhead storage area, his eyes caught the fat brown pussy lips poking out from the sides of your panties. Who the fuck let you go out like that?

You were wearing a strapless top that was also pink. The word 'BRAT,' which was printed in a bold white color, caught his attention. Hm, is that so?

You sit down, and now the blond man is hyper-fixating on your plush thighs pressing next to his. He’s interrupted by your sweet voice again, “Thank you, Sir. You’re too kind!”

He attempts to offer a smile, but he observes that your face is already buried in your phone, and your medium-length French tip nails echo a tapping sound. Well, now that won’t do. He wants your eyes on him again, your attention on him again. So he decides to speak,

“You headed somewhere important?” He acknowledges that this isn't the most ideal thing to ask a beautiful lady, especially during a train ride. His thoughts were running wild, and he was desperately trying to come up with something to say to you. He hopes you don't overthink it, but you look like the ditzy type.

You stop your typing and look up with your mind in thought, “Hmm, not really,” Your eyes turn to him and his cock twitches.

“I’m just going to meet up with some friends at the mall. The amount of walking I’m about to do is going to kill me but I can’t really do nothing since my car’s in the shop.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

Nanami observes that you have no filter or awareness that you may be talking too much. Either that, or you're so self-confident that you don't care. Regardless of what it is, he discovers that it is something he enjoys. He has the opportunity to ask more questions and hear your voice in his ears for just a moment longer.

You sit up straight, and now... Your body is facing him. And now he can see the nipple piercings that are pressing through your top. Nanami grits his teeth and forces his eyes to look at your wide ones.

Were you doing this on purpose? You have to be, but when he looks into your eyes, he finds no evidence of any alternate motives. That, or you were good at being coy.

“Well, somebody crashed into it when it was parked. And it was so bad, there was a weird creaking sound every time I drove! So now it’s in the shop, and it’s staying there.” You’re pouting again. And Nanami finds that he doesn’t like that hopeless look on your face. He has a burning desire to fix it, to alleviate any problems you're facing.

His voice grows soft and tender as he gazes into you, “It’s staying there?”

“I haven’t paid for the fix yet. So, the mechanic guy won’t give it t’me.” You shift in your seat. As you browse through your photos, he watches as you click on a picture of a pink Mercedes with its rear end completely broken. The color didn't catch him by surprise; in fact, he was more amused than anything.

“I see. Is there a reason you haven’t paid yet?”

Your brows furrow, and your head drops slightly as a sign of embarrassment. He thinks you're so cute. Nanami wonders if you have a job. You don’t look like the type to raise your perfectly manicured nails, and if you were his, he would never let you.

“Well... I’m in between jobs right now. My daddy won’t lend me any more money, and he told me yesterday, ‘You spend too much, and I can’t keep paying for your expensive shit.’”

Your bubbly, soft tone gets higher in pitch as you try to imitate your father's voice. You pivot and grasp Nanami's massive bicep through his blue dress shirt with your fingers. You notice a slight flush of your cheeks as you shift your eyes to where you grabbed it. He's so big that both your hands can barely wrap around the entirety of it.

Your eyes look up at him, “And y’know I get it! But ever since he got his new girlfriend, she’s been telling him these things. He never felt this way before!”

Your hand is covered by his, his veiny and large hand. You seemed really shaken up by this, and he can’t stand it. Someone as beautiful and perfect as you should not have to suffer like that. He wants to make your life easier; he wants you not to be bothered by such trivial matters.

As one hand raises your chin, his finger softly moves back and forth. His warmth makes the hairs on your skin prickle. “I’m very sorry about that, sweetheart. Would paying for your fix make you feel better? I can get a car to take you to your friends as well.”

You gasp and immediately shake your head, “Oh no, sir! I couldn’t ask you to do that. I-I mean, you’re a strang-”

“Kento, my name is Kento. And don’t be silly. I have more than enough to spend.”

“But-”

“No buts, sweetheart. I just met you, but I don’t like seeing a frown on that pretty face. Let me take care of your troubles the best I can.”

That day, you left the train with his number, and he left with your name. His generosity didn't end there. Kento started paying for a lot of your stuff, and eventually, he sent you money every day, making it such a habit that he just gave you one of his black cards. He would only ask for your company as compensation. There's nothing sexual about this, in fact.

Kento would go above and beyond to spend time with you, even leaving his job in the middle of the day to care for you. During your shopping sprees, he would hold your bags while you ramble about your week as you walked into another store. When you came to him crying about your dad's girlfriend not giving you a break, he decided to buy you your own apartment. It goes without saying that he pays for both your rent and all of your utilities. He would take you out for dinner and treat you to the finest high-end places because he knows that's what you deserve. The finest, and only the finest.

Nanami takes pride in the amount of self-control he has. Almost nothing gets under his skin.. but you. You and the short skirts you wear. You and your tight outfits. You and the way you bend down in front of him, exposing your pink lace panties. He tries to keep his eyes away, but he sometimes feels as if you're doing this on purpose. You must be.

And the truth is, you were. Nanami was the most attractive man you ever had the pleasure of seeing. Not only that, but his company has become something you've come to love. Ever since you met him on that crowded train, you've had lewd thoughts about him. Thoughts of him feigning a sex attack, thoughts of him bending you over and drilling his cock into you. You wanted him so badly, but he refused to do anything with you. It was making you crazy.

But you didn't know how to directly say that you want him to fuck your brains out. You opted for giving him hints, bending over in front of him, brushing against his thighs. Once, you managed to sit on his lap while he cooked you dinner at his home. He never moved, never did anything except keep his hands on your hips. That was enough to make you wet.

On a Tuesday afternoon at Japan's biggest mall, Nanami reached his limit. Your mini white heels were clacking on the tile floor as you entered the Victoria's Secret store, looking for the newest Valentine's Day set. This isn't his first time going shopping with you for lingerie, so he's not bothered in the slightest. Picking up the set and asking him to judge how it looks on you is what surprises him. You've never done that before.

“Please Nami, I have a date tomorrow and I’m hoping I can show him!”

A date? What the fuck do you have a date for?

The situation confuses Nanami. Antsy. Annoyed. He has a sense of jealousy. He can tell. You were his. Only his. You don't need a sluggish, limp-dick man who probably couldn't find your g-spot spot. You needed a man. You needed him. What advantage does your date have over him? What can your date do that he doesn't currently do for you? Are you insane?

He is unaware that you don't actually have a date. You were lying and trying to get him to react once more. You are the epitome of a brat. Kento doesn’t like brats. He breaks them.

You flick your pretty eyelashes at the 6'4 man who stares down at you with an unamused expression on his face. You’re pouting again, and Nanami really hates that he says yes to you. When you look at him like that, he can't say no. It's so hard to say no, but he's tired. Tired of the way you rile him up, he's sure that you're just hoping for a reaction from him. He has to put an end to this.

“..Lead the way, sweetheart.”

You're too occupied with other sets to notice that his voice becomes deeper when he speaks.

Nanami doesn't go into the dressing room with you. He planned to wait on the small, bright pink benches outside. Your angelic voice called out to him to help you with the zipper on a corset, ruining his plan. He loves helping you. It actually makes his day when he makes yours easier in any way. So, he agrees.

His breath hitsched when he pulls back the curtain. Oh fuck. You were... In red panties, the stockings lie softly on your thighs. While staring in the mirror, your brown skin is visible to him, and the corset is loosely hanging off your shoulders. You are a sight to behold—a sight of beauty, delight, and sweetness.

He creeps up on you slowly as though he doesn't want to frighten you. The moment he pulls both ends of the top together, you release a cute gasp. The zipper's faint sound as it rises makes you shiver when his hands brush against you. Once he's finished, his hands rest on your waist, your warmth radiating onto him. His voice, grave and breathless, causes you to catch your breath when he speaks,

“This is what y’re wearing? For your.. date?”

You hum and turn your body side to side to look at how the set fits on you.

“Uhuh! Y’think he’ll like it?” He tilts his head and observes your ass moving slightly with every move you make.

“Hm. What reaction do you suppose you’ll get out him?”

His fingertips can be felt on the panty line as he plays with it and pulls the band. You leap when it snaps itself back to your skin. His other hand is reaching in front of you and grazing your pussy

“Something like this?” The lace that clings to your pussy is grasped by his big hand, and you let out a pathetic whimper at the sight of it. You’re dripping. It wasn't your stupid date that caused this, it was all because of him. You succumb to his grip, and, of course, he steadies you.

“K-Ken?” Your voice squeaks out.

He pays no attention to you and only looks at the slick on his fingers when he moves away from your cunt. You're seeing all this through the mirror, watching his every move. Despite having dreamed about this moment every night, you still feel a little nervous. His expression in the mirror seems... upset.

“Y’know, sweetheart, I am tired.” His hands slowly take the panties off of you, allowing them to fall to your heels on the floor.

“Tired of how you tease me.”

He spreads your folds out from under you, letting the moisture drip all over his palm as he slides up and down. He groans when you emit the most adorable moan right next to his ear. God, you were so precious. He wanted you all to himself.

He scoffs, “A date. The hell do you need a date for? Y’need someone to fuck you, is that it? Someone to teach you some manners?” He slid his two thick fingers into your wet mound, scolding you when you let out a dirty mewl.

“Quiet sweetheart, bad girls don’t get to make a sound.”

He pushes them in deeper, immediately finding your spongy, and presses into it repeatedly. You tremble in his arms, pressing your hands to muffle your moans.

He murmurs to you, battling against the squelching noise your pussy is making. Your knees are buckling, but there's another hand pressing on your stomach to keep you upright and amplify the pressure you're feeling in your stomach. “I treat you so good. I buy you whatever you want, I make sure you’re always eating good. And yet you still insist on being a brat.”

He seethes in your ear, watching your pretty eyes roll back in the mirror. Kento feels that your loudness is causing you to forget you're in public. At this point, he doesn't care much. Throughout all of this, Kento is pulling down his zipper, freeing his hard dick from his boxers.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m gonna fuck you. Gonna fuck you so hard you forget all about that stupid date.” He stops finger-fucking you and leaves your sopping cunt suddenly, causing you to whimper at the loss.

Without warning, he plunges his fat cock deep into you and immediately presses his hand on your mouth to stop you from screaming. Your body falls back against him, leaving you drooling against his palm. It was too much, but you loved it. Had you known it would result in this, you would have done this a long time ago. Your body felt stuffed as he sucked his length in and out of you, observing how your pussy creams every time it disappeared inside.

Kento thinks you're perfect. Every aspect of your being is perfect. The way you squeezed around him almost made him forget that this was your punishment. Shit, you felt so good that he doesn't even want to carry on with the punishment anymore.

“There you go, sweetheart. Shh, just take it.”

You whine against his palm, your eyes barely open as this man is practically splitting you in half. You were both pouring your juices onto the floor, creating a small puddle below you. “Fuck. Such a messy girl.”

Your haze and pleasure make it impossible for you to hear footsteps coming near you and Kento. But he did, and he figures... It's a good idea to torment you a bit. So he speeds up his pace, letting the music drown out the light papping sound his thrusts and balls are making on your clit. If it's even possible.

“Miss? Is everything alright? D’you need any help?”

Your surprise is evident when your mind recognizes the voice of one of the employees. Fuck. No.

Nanami whispers into your ear, low enough for only you to hear, “Better answer her, sweet girl. Wouldn’t want her to suspect anything, hm?”

He’s so mean. Speaking is not an option when he's drilling into you like a madman. Fuck, could the poor lady even hear the noise? You're shaking, and you really can't help the yelp you let out every time his cock gets buried so deep inside of you. You rapidly nod against his hand, desperately attempting to do anything for him to keep fucking you like this. His hand slowly descends from your lips and grasps your covered tits in the corset, never once halting his pace inside you.

“Miss?” She speaks again, and you answer quickly so she can leave,

“I-I’m okay! Still- Ah! t-trying the s-set on.”

Nanami thinks you’re so cute as you try to keep your voice steady, chuckling to himself when you moan out in between your words. He thinks it's unfortunate when you're forced to speak again due to the lady's persistent pestering.

“..Are you sure? You don’t sound-”

“Yes! E-Everything’s f-fine, I’ll be r-right out!” You cut her off, your mind still reeling from the strong blows that Nanami never ceases to give you.

You faintly hear her muttering an 'Okay' before her heels recede into the crowded store. In all honesty, you believe you're starting to hear colors now. He was fucking you so good, and when you feel that familiar fire pit burning in your lower abdomen, you know what's coming. Or, in this case, who’s coming. You.

Nanami knows it, too, because your cunt just squeezed twice as hard on him. It’s practically pulsing open and close. You’re trying to fucking milk him.

“Good job, sweetheart. Y’gonna be my good girl from now on?” His hand doesn't even bother to cover your mouth anymore. Instead, his fingers reach down to your pulsating clit and start rubbing in tight circles. You forcefully bite your lip to prevent screaming out, savoring the metallic taste of blood on your tongue.

Nanami knows that if you let go of your lips right now, you're going to attract attention. He doesn't want that type of distraction at the moment, so he's not too upset about your quick nod as a response. He doesn't even think you know what he's saying, too drunk from the sensation of his cock to think about anything else other than that. Even so, you're saying yes. You, indeed, are perfect.

“Think you deserve to cum? I think you do, you were so good earlier talking to that lady. So cum, sweetheart. Make a mess f’me, yeah?”

That you definitely heard. It seems your pussy did, too, because she doesn't hesitate to squirt all over the floor. The mirror was being sprayed with your overflowing juices. Throughout it all, he was intensely watching you through the mirror, observing the face you make when you cum. It was so beautiful. The way your brows scrunch, and your eyes roll back, almost into your skull. The sight was enough for him to conceal his groans in your silk press, cumming so deeply inside of you that you thought it reached your womb.

Heavy breathing was all that could be heard under the faint music buzzing through the speakers. As Nanami slips out of you, you let out a whimper and gaze into the now-wet mirror, watching as he crouches down to where both he and your fluids are dripping out of you. You hear him mutter a curse under his breath, shivering when he runs his finger through your slightly gaping cum stuffed hole.

He lifts his finger, slipping it into his mouth to taste the aftermath of your.. lovemaking. He can detect some of your juices and his own. He only utters one word when he releases his finger with a pop,

“Sweet.”

He rises, gathers your clothes, and pockets the panties you wore when you initially came into the store. He believes that letting you confront people with his cum dripping down your thighs is an appropriate punishment. He pauses when he recalls something, “That date of yours tomorrow? Cancel it.”

Oh right! You didn't let him know that there wasn't a date.

“Kento?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“…I lied about having a date.”

Nanami freezes. His hands hold your skirt by your knees, and his eyes immediately catch yours in the mirror. He chuckles and shakes his head in astonishment when he realizes that this was your plan all along.

Despite not saying much, he whispers in a raspy voice,

“Brat.”

@hatake05 @thickbihhwitdagapp

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[russellsppttemplates]

Could you do a Lando blurb Where he takes Tilly and Fraser for the first time to McLaren HQ after the Chinese GP for the debrief and to give reader a break due to her pregnancy, and they are enchanted by the old models of McLaren's F1 cars

"Why did mummy stay at home? Didn't she want to tag along with us?", Matilda mused as Lando looked for a parking spot outside the Center.

"She would've liked to come, I'm sure, but mummy needs to rest as much as she can now that Charlotte is getting bigger", Lando smiled at the thought.

"It's true - did you see that she fell asleep yesterday when we were colouring in? And then sometimes she says that Lottie kicks her tummy a lot - it tickles my hands when I touch it", Fraser beamed.

"That's why we have to be gentle with mummy - we always need to be gentle and kind with her, but now, we need to be extra gentle and kind, okay?", Lando offered.

Getting out of the car, the kids held Lando's hands and walked into the building, waving at anyone who greeted them.

"Is it bring your kids to workd day?", Sophie asked as she watched them walk on the corridor.

"It's we are letting mummy rest day!", Fraser beamed, "she's getting tired now that she's growing our sister in her tummy", he explained.

"This is very nice of you then - are you going to see the cars? The team brought them back out yesterday from the workshop", she suggested.

Lando nodded and thanked her, heading with your children to the exhibition room.

"Can we touch them, daddy?", Matilda asked.

"You can, but you have to be careful, okay? The team worked really hard and we can't undo their work", Lando added before letting the kids know which ones he had the privilege to drive, the ones he raced in and the ones that held important memories for the sport.

"This is the one in the picture that mummy has on her bedside table", Matilda stated as she touched the car that Lando won his first race with.

The memory was special and you couldn't remove the old photo from your bedside table. You and Lando looked younger, but happier all the same at his achievement.

"Yes, that's the one", Lando assured, "it was a very special day", he smiled.

"This one is so pretty, can you pick me up so I can look inside, please?", Fraser asked Lando.

"Me too, please daddy! After Fraser!", Matilda stood next to Lando.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#lando norris blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

[marvel-wlw]

Reunited

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Requested by @geekyandgay98

Request: Could I please have an imagine where the reader was an Avenger who got dusted during Infinity War and her and Natasha were just about to admit their feelings for each other before Thanos came and ruined everything. When everyone comes back after 5 years the reader is sad when she finds out Natasha sacrificed herself to bring everyone back. So when the rest of the Avengers go to return the stones she goes to Vormir instead. When Red Skull sees her bring the stone back he offers to bring Natasha back (she had to die to get the stone, so in my head, bringing the stone back should be a way to bring Nat back) and just the aftermath of this. They reunite and finally get together. And then they come back and Natasha is reunited with everyone.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, they belong to Marvel.

Tag list: @geekyandgay98

A/N: I'm so sorry it's been over a year since I've written anything. But I'm trying to get back into it! I used google Translate, so I’m sorry if it’s incorrect.

moya lyubov’ = my love

The darkness fades as you open your eyes. Looking around at your surroundings, you frown in confusion. The last thing you remembered was fighting Thanos.

You had been trying to get to where Natasha was, but that was when you had gotten a weird feeling in your chest, then everything went black. It felt like it was seconds ago. But there's no one around.

You start to panic and begin to frantically look around. "Natasha?! Wanda?! Anyone?!" Your breathing starts to become erratic.

"(Y/N)?!" Someone calls out to you. They finally come into view. Your eyes widen when you see Wanda.

Running over to her, you tackle your best friend in a tight hug. "Wanda, you're alright!"

"What happened?" Wanda asked, pulling away from the hug.

"I don't-"

Before you could finish your sentence that was when a portal opened and Doctor Strange walked out, telling you and Wanda to follow him.

xxxxx

After the long battle, you finally defeated Thanos. Once things had calmed down that's when Clint told you what happened to Natasha, how she sacrificed herself to bring everyone back.

Hearing that was like someone punched you in the chest then ripped your heart out and stomped on it. Right before the first battle with Thanos, you were about to tell Natasha how you felt. But now... now it was too late. She was gone.

At first your were just staring at the ground, breathing heavily. Then your knees gave out, you fell to the ground, crying. Both Wanda and Clint hugged you, trying their best to comfort you. But the only person you wanted was Natasha.

xxxxx

When Steve said he was going to return the stones, you offered to take the soul stone back to Vormir. At first Steve protested, but when he realized he wasn't going to win he stopped. You could be very stubborn when you wanted to.

But returning the soul stone was something you felt like you had to do. So traveling to Vormir is what you did.

As you made your way to Red Skull you could feel a heaviness in your chest the closer you got, you clenched the stone in your hand.

"Ah, someone has returned the soul stone." Red Skull said once you stood in front of him. He took the stone from you. "Now that the stone is back in my possession, I can bring back the one who sacrificed herself."

At hearing that your eyes widen in shock. "But how? I thought once someone sacrificed themselves for the soul stone it can't be undone."

Red Skull shook his head. "Whoever sacrificed themselves for the stone may be brought back should the stone be returned to me."

You had to stop yourself from getting too hopeful, you didn't want to get your hopes up to then suddenly be let down. That would just cause you so much more heartache than you're already dealing with. In the end if it didn't work, you're not sure if you could handle it.

You watched Red Skull carefully, waiting with bated breath. But once it was done and Natasha was standing right in front of you, you couldn't help but let out a sob.

You ran right into her, wrapping your arms around her tightly. Natasha was frozen in shock for a moment, once she realized what was happening she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close.

You pulled away slightly, looking at her. Your mouth opened and shut, unable to get the words you wanted to say to her out.

"Nat... I've been meaning to-" You were cut off when Natasha suddenly kissed you. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut as you kissed her back. Natasha didn't even hesitate to kiss you.

She had been waiting to do that for so long, then the blip happened and you were gone. Those 5 years of you being gone were hell for her, she kept thinking about the things she could've done to save you, all the things she wished she told you sooner.

Now that she was back, she wasn't going to waste any more time.

xxxxx

When you came back to the others with Natasha, to say everyone was in a state of shock was an understatement. There was a lot of hugging and a lot of tears.

Clint had hugged her so fast that he almost knocked her back from the force. Other than you he was dealing with what happened to Natasha extremely hard.

"It's so good to have you back, Natasha." Bruce said.

Natasha gave him a smile and a nod, she wrapped her arm around your waist, holding you close.

"We should all do something together. To celebrate Natasha being back." Bucky said.

Wanda shook her head, she crossed her arms over her chest. "I think that could wait, don't you?" She tilt her head to the side. "Let (Y/N) and Natasha spend some alone time together?" There was no way Wanda was going to let them interrupt your time with Natasha.

Seeing that caused you and Natasha to look at each other, chuckling.

xxxxx

You snuggle into Natasha's arms, resting your head on her chest. You let out a sigh in content as you listen to Natasha's heartbeat.

Natasha smiles, she runs her fingers through your hair. "I love you, moya lyubov’."

"I love you too, Nat." You blush and smiling, looking up at her.

"I've been thinking about something." Natasha says after a couple minutes of comfortable silence.

"What's that?" You smile up at her.

"I've been thinking about retiring as an Avenger." She smiles.

You sit up. "Nat... are you serious?" You're in complete shock.

Natasha nods, leaning in to kiss you gently. "I think it's time I start doing things that make me happy, and not focusing on the red in my ledger. Plus I want to spend time with you. We lost 5 years... I don't want to waste any more time."

You start to tear up and you move forward, straddling her hips. You lean down, kissing her lovingly. Natasha smiles into the kiss, she cupped your cheek with one hand, pulling you even closer, deepening the kiss.

Let's just say, you and Natasha didn't get that much sleep that night.

#natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel imagine #avengers imagine

[dark-frosted-heart]

Hold On, You Spoiled Shogun! - Kagari

An "If you were lovers" story. As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

If Prince Kagari and I were lovers…

Kagari: Princess, don’t you want some dorayaki? Here’s some freshly-made ones. You can choose among red bean paste, butter and red bean paste, sakura bean paste, and matcha. There’s also the option for me to feed you.

Emma: …

Kagari: I see, you’re not in the mood. Then do you want me to pat your head? My hands have a relaxing effect and are exclusive to you. Or do you want to pat my head? You’re more than welcome to.

Emma: …

Kagari: I see, you’re not in the mood. Then how about you lay your head on my lap? You must be exhausted from running around all morning. My lap’s only for you. It’s firm, but warm and you don’t have to wait for a good night’s rest.

Emma: …

Kagari: I see, you’re not in the mood. That’s too bad.

(I won't let you off easy this time)

On a day some time after I started staying in Kogyoku…

I stayed silent while Prince Kagari tried to cheer me up in the carriage ride to the castle.

I ignored him even when he offered the best dorayaki, head pats, lap pillows, and back hugs.

This had been going on for several hours now.

(But unsurprisingly, I’m starting to feel guilty and uncomfortable for continuing to ignore him)

(Surely Prince Kagari also—)

Kagari: Princess.

(...!)

Suddenly, a hand behind my head forced me to face Prince Kagari.

His blank expression was the same as usual.

But the aura around him said that he’d reached his limit.

Kagari: Are you in the mood for a kiss? I am.

Emma: Wai—

Kagari: I want to kiss you a lot.

Emma: Mnnn?! P-Prince Kagari…Haaa…

(Relentless…)

Fingers pried my mouth open and a tongue ravishes my mouth mercilessly.

Even if I tried to turn away in pain, I’m stopped immediately and lost strength.

It seemed like that made Kagari too excited and I immediately grabbed that hand that was under my skirt.

Emma: I won’t let you.

Kagari: Your agility’s improved.

Emma: You are training me every day.

Kagari: I see. Then I don’t have to go easy on you.

Emma: Eek…No fair. Please don’t stroke my legs so hard!

Despite my efforts to stop him, Kagari continued to leisurely stroke my legs and hooked his fingers into my underwear.

Kagari: Do you want me to stop?

Emma: Yes.

Kagari: Then swear that you won’t ignore me anymore. If you refuse, I’ll make cry out loud enough for the coachman to hear you.

Emma: I won’t ignore you anymore, Prince Kagari. So please give me a break!

Kagari: I’ve been waiting to hear those words. A gold star for you, Princess.And by the way, don’t worry. What I said earlier was a lie. If anyone else hears your cries, there will be a bloodbath.

(Prince Kagari really would do it…)

(Ah, more importantly, I’m giving in again)

(I’m the one who’s mad at you. It’s frustrating!)

In an attempt to at least resist, I pressed my head against his broad chest.

Then, he buried his face in my neck like a playful cat, as if he enjoyed my resistance.

His somewhat stiff, fiery red hair tickled against my skin.

Kagari: I see you’re finally talking to me, Princess. Why did you run away?

(He’s asking already)

As Prince Kagari said, I rushed out of the castle this morning without telling anyone.

I thought it was emotional and childish behavior, but at the time, I couldn’t control myself.

In the end, I was caught as I was strolling through the streets to calm my mind, and my first time running away from home ended in an hour.

(Let’s discuss this properly. Otherwise we’ll both be left feeling uncertain)

I took a deep breath to prepare myself and looked at Prince Kagari.

Emma: Prince Kagari, you were injured in a recent battle, weren’t you?

Kagari: …o_o

I didn’t miss how his gaze wavered for just a moment.

(Yep, “guilty” like I expected)

I’ve already lost count on how many times it’s happened.

Kagari: It was just a scratch and has completely healed.

Emma: Even so, that doesn’t change the fact that you got hurt. And you hid that injury from me, right? Instead of just forgetting to tell me. Didn’t I ask you before to let me know if you ever got hurt?

Kagari: Yeah, I remember.

Emma: That’s why I ran away…

Kogyoku’s a turbulent country and battles broke out everywhere.

Even if Prince Kagari’s strong, there’s no battle where you can simply come out unscathed.

(I’m sure he did that so I wouldn’t worry too much)

Even though I’m glad for his kindness, I still want to worry over him and patch him up.

(Regardless of how superficial the wound is, I don’t want to be smiling with him in ignorance…)

(Ah, this is bad…)

I remembered all those times when I watched Prince Kagari leave for battle and wait in a room without its master.

It was too late to hold it back, and the fear and anxiety welled up and blurred my vision.

Kagari: …o_o

(This is terrible. I didn’t mean to cry)

(But if it’ll stop Prince Kagari from hiding his wounds from me, then I should cry until my eyes become swollen)

Emma: Wah?!

(Huh…)

By the time I could even be surprised, I had already been pushed down.

Kagari: … ¬‿¬

(Ah…this is an emergency)

Green eyes that looked completely different from before, looked down at me.

Within those eyes was a familiar sweet and fierce heart…

I didn’t have the faintest idea what to expect, but it seemed like I had awakened the spoiled shogun.

(What really triggered it…No, I need to get out of this situation)

Kagari: Princess, you don’t know when to give up.

The sweetness in his voice was so different from his usual voice, and my body jolted in reflex.

Kagari: But that makes you cute and adorable, and makes me want to pamper you to death.

Emma: Don’t…

My hips were pulled toward him, hands held together in one hand, and he slotted his body between my legs.

I tried to move away but couldn’t, and the tears that pooled in the corner of my eyes left a small stain on the seat.

Kagari: Princess, Princess. Let me see that expression more.

When I looked away, he turned my face back toward him.

Prince Kagari looked at me, captivated, and wiped my tears with his lips.

No matter how many times I saw it, the way he looked different from his usual self made my brain want to malfunction.

(Even though I understood more than before, I still didn’t know what triggered this spoiled side…)

Kagari: I do like your tears. Especially if they’re shed because of me. I get this irresistible feeling whenever I see it.

Emma: …You have a terrible personality.

Kagari: Your cat’s more spoiled and bloodthirsty than any other cat. But it’s you who brought me down to this point, twisted me and corrupted me.

The way he happily nipped at my neck over and over again was like a cat going crazy with silver vine. 

When Prince Kagari’s like this, the only choice is to wait for him to calm down.

(He really is bothersome…But so am I)

(I ran away from home, yet I’m pleased by Kagari’s words)

Prince Kagari’s been on the battlefield since he was a child, feared as the “Yaksha”.

It was like no one cared for the lives reaped around them…

Perhaps that’s why he preferred the tears I shed.

I felt my chest tighten as I thought about the past Prince Kagari.

(I can’t get angry at him when he said it so happily)

Kagari: Princess, what are you thinking about?

Emma: About you. You’re all I’ve been thinking about since this morning.

Kagari: Me too.

(That’s the weakness from love, isn’t it)

Prince Kagari’s lips fell everywhere, on my forehead, around my eyes, cheeks, and ears.

The meager resistance of stopping his kisses with a finger was met with a tickling tongue and a sweet bite.

Emma: Prince Kagari, do you regret hiding your wound?

Kagari: I do. I can’t bear Princess running away or ignoring me. I’m sorry. I won’t hide it from you anymore. So Princess, don’t leave me. …If you’re going to abandon me, then kill me

Emma: …I won’t abandon you. And I won’t kill you.

I wrapped my arms around Prince Kagari’s neck and this time, I pried his lips open and entwined my tongue with his.

We kissed again and again, melting away each other’s passion, anxiety, and everything else.

(I’ll never abandon you)

(I’m the one who put the bell on you that you can’t take off)

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri jp #ikepri translations #kagari amagase #ikepri kagari

[ironunderstands]

Here’s my comparison of Acheron, Aventurine and Ratio that I made in 2.1 which I forgot to upload here lol, I would like you to know my thoughts then because OH BOY HAS THIS AGED WELL

Aventurine, Acheron, Ratio and what the Nihility means to them

(Inspired by a convo I had with @aoxizu on Tumblr!)

The ending scene of the 2.1 update (the one featuring the black hole) is perhaps one of my favorite in all of fiction. I genuinely adore the way it was done and what it says about both the characters and life itself. This game has THEMES and by god did they come through then. So, I want to go over why I love it so much, and why it’s such a vital moment for Acheron, Aventurine and Ratios characters.

First, some context. Prior to Aventurine’s and Acheron’s conversation, Aventurine was taking the riskiest gamble of his life. Prior to the confrontation between him, Acheron and the Astral Express, Aventurine set up a plan to try and get to the secret at the heart of Penacony, as well as provide a ruse for Topaz and Jade to do, well whatever they planned on doing, the ending scene says they came there to “harvest”, so in 2.2 I assume we will find out what exactly that entails.

In order for this plan to work, Aventurine needed his cornerstone and to trick Sunday, so pre-2.0 he went to Dr. Ratio to include him in this plan, and set up a fake betrayal to fool Sunday and allow him to keep the Aventurine stone, with the Jade and Topaz stones also being acquired pre-Penacony. We know this because of Aventurine’s conversation with Topaz post 1.4 Belabog mission in which he requests her help in Penacony, something which we didn’t get confirmation on whether or not she accepted until 2.1, in which it’s revealed that one of the Cornerstones in the box is Topaz, meaning when they got confiscated in 2.0 she had already accepted his offer (we can assume a similar situation for Jade). 

Essentially, everything had been going according to plan for IPC (even if Aventurine was absolutely not having a fun time during it), Ratio even says as much, stating that the IPC is pleased to hear of his death sentence, so that part of the confrontation was already predetermined. This leaves Aventurine with one final gamble, hoping the Astral Express and Acheron take the bait, and that they will try and stop him from destroying the entire dreamscape, which if Acheron acts on it, he could entire the true dreamscape to find the truth, as only an emanator could break through the power of the harmony. 

Luckily for Aventurine, the gamble pays off and Aventurine does indeed draw her blade, both stopping him and sending them both into another plane entirely, it’s there in which one if my favorite scenes in fiction ever occurs. 

You see, even if Aventurine planned this all from the start, he hasn’t exactly been having a fun time while doing it. Being sentenced to death and then slowly hallucinating on Harmony sh1t until the manifestations of your past self and your present doubt and insecurities come to haunt you isn’t exactly fun for anyone, especially Aventurine. 1) Because his backstory is horrifically tragic and being faced with a reminder that you will never feel secure or valued or truly happy would be enough to erode away the psyche of anyone 2) A version of himself which claims to be his future, but is more like a personification of how much Aventurine doubts and hates himself. It’s even more telling that this isn’t the first time he has talked to this version of him, in fact it saved his life several times, meaning one of Aventurine’s driving motivations is his own self loathing. 

A trait that on the surface you don’t think he would have, Aventurine plays the role of the confident, unflappable gambler who always wins, when in reality his other hand is under the table, clutching his chips for dear life (something I quite literally paraphrased from the game). 

Therefore, going into this conversation, Aventurine is more relieved than anything, yet another one of his gambles paid off, but now he will have to see how to go from there, and that’s when Acheron’s advice comes in. She’s not stupid, and immediately recognizes that he won (or at least got what she wanted), and that killing him is meaningless, it’s not his time yet. However, what Aventurine is really focused on is the fact that out of all the emanators he could have come across, the one he faces now is an emanator of nihility.

And well, in the face of overwhelming nihility, one’s own value comes into question yet again, and that’s something Aventurine doesn’t even need the aeon for to ask. So, he talks to Acheron, as IX isn’t exactly going to answer, but she might know. Now, I’m just going to lay out the dialogue (then explain it obviously) because it’s genuinely amazing. 

Aventurine starts out by asking Acheron if she is an emanator of nihility, and I find her response to be really interesting. She doesn’t view herself as someone chosen by IX, as nihilism (the feeling of meaningless) envelops everyone equally, but she has simply walked in their shadow longer, tainted on the feeling. This leads Aventurine to question if this is the end, as if life has lost all meaning, in the face of overwhelming nihility, would that mean he’s dead?

Luckily Acheron immediately disagrees, stating that this is merely a manifestation of IX, not the end (he’s not dead guys idk how anyone can think that). However Aventurine still questions if his death has been determined, but Acheron doesn’t promise it. She mulls over his plan and and Aventurine asks her why she thinks he did it, and Acheron believes it was to find a secret deeper than the dream “deaths: the Real Penacony. He wonders how she found out, and Acheron says it’s the trailblazer’s identity which allowed her (and Aventurine) to come to this conclusion (we don’t yet know how this happened for either of them yet, but 2.2 should give answers).

They continue, Aventurine reveals that he believes the barrier the family built using the power of the harmony was not just to keep death out but the nightmare that is the real dreamscape. That the Memory Zone is simply a vast island built atop a violent ocean with the barrier keeping whatever nightmarish secrets from washing ashore. In order to break through this barrier and find the real dreamscape, which is why he kept killing himself earlier in the dream, but to no  avail. When Sparkle gave him the hint, he realized it was referring to Firefly, someone who had seen the other side and survived it, even if she was unable to let others know if it. It wasn’t proof of the families wrongdoing, but it was suspicious enough for him to try and get Acheron to kill him, rather than try and find the Meme to recreate Firefly’s death. 

Acheron points out just how insane this plan was, that if he hadn’t gotten lucky and crossed path with her, it wouldn’t have succeeded. Then, she commends him for playing it perfectly, pitting her perfectly against him and creating a plan that would be beneficial for the IPC no matter what happened, as even if he dies that would be great leverage. However, Aventurine disagrees with that last point, he truly can’t guarantee the IPCs success or even his own survival, that if she hadn’t drawn her blade it would have all be pointless. 

She’s doesn’t let him continue along this line of thought, what-ifs are pointless and he earned his ticket to the dreamscape. What matters now is what happens next, and Acheron asks him if he can return from the abyss (Childe reference?), but more importantly, she questioned if he has ever wavered, as even a gamble as seemingly insane as the one Aventurine just did seems to have not shaken him (from her POV, we know how terrified Aven was but everyone else minus maybe Ratio does). 

Aventurine tells her perhaps the most fundamental aspect of his character; he gambles simply because he has no other choice, betting on everything because he has nothing else to lose. Acheron tells him to wake up from this “dream” (aka find the true dreamscape), and she presumably goes to leave.

However (and this is my favorite part of the scene), he asks her one more question before she leaves, thinking she might know the answer as a pathstrider of nihility, “Why are we born in this world if it’s just to die?”

Her response is the best possible way you could answer this question. Acheron is an emanator of nihility, but she doesn’t think life is meaningless. The feeling of emptiness and pointlessness envelops everyone equally and that’s exactly why the nihility is pointless. It doesn’t matter that nothing matters, and we aren’t born into this world just to die. 

Aventurine still worries though, after all if the dice of fate will always roll to the same conclusion, then destiny is predetermined, so why struggle? Why does it matter?

Her answer again is not one he would expect, but one that absolutely makes sense. Acheron says the answer has been with Aventurine throughout his entire life and journey on Penacony, and that he’s already somewhat realized it. Aventurine said himself that sleep is a rehearsal of death, but people aren’t ready to welcome death, which is why they sleep to get a taste of it. Sleep is much like death, a realm of unreality in which anything might be possible within the dreams that define its existence. Death itself is an unreality, and nobody truly knows what it’s like to die, but dreams are the closest we might ever get before the end. Like Acheron says, in a way, dreams are just a preparation for death, a practice before it can be welcomed. 

However, much like how dreams can contain anything, even if we cannot choose to experience them or not, life itself is full of choices, regardless of if the ending is determined or not. Acheron understands that there are an infinite amount of things people cannot change before the end, but there are choices you can make up until it. Death is inevitable, but the life you live before it isn’t. This is what the words in red mean, both here and in my opinion, in general. 

Acheron reminds the trailblazer to make the right choice when time comes for it, in our first meeting with her. However, I don’t think the path we choose matters, but rather the the fact that we chose at all. Now the next paragraph will include a minor discussion of 2.2 leaks, so skip to the next slide if you don’t want to hear it. 

Sunday is getting a bossfight in 2.2, and it’s highly theorized that he works/believes in Ena the Order, especially because it looks like it’s their hand he’s touching in that one animation of the bossfight. Now here’s the thing, Order as a concept Chooses For You. I think the trailblazer making a decision is the thing that will save them and the rest of the gang, as within the face of an entity defined by limiting choice and free will, choosing to well, choose will save them (us?) and perhaps be the thing that gets the trailblazer acknowledged by the Harmony, a concept greater than Order. 

Anyways, after she says that, Acheron leaves Aventurine, saying the answer to his question was from his friend.

And Aventurine pulls out the vial from Dr. Ratio

The vial telling him that the only impossible thing in the dreamscape is dormancy (meaning the secrets from before are destined to rise and destroy the “island” that is Penacony.

The vial telling him to stay alive and wishing him the best of luck, which in the Chinese version is: 

Ratio answered both of Aventurine’s questions. The physical one, the one that pertains to Aventurines goals in Penacony, informing him of a vital aspect of the dreamscape that will help him win his gamble. But more importantly, he also answered Aventurine’s emotional one. What is the point of living? There is no real deeper meaning but to stay alive, survive and keep on living, because at the end of the day, that’s the only choice Aventurine can make, and that’s the one Ratio wants him to make.

Ratio Gives Aventurine A Reason To Live. 

Aventurine says that he has nothing left, his family is gone and he has nobody and nothing to fall back on which is why he gambles. But Acheron proves him wrong, he isn’t alone, she calls Ratio his “friend”, says that he’s the solution to his doubt. Someone caring about Aventurine is what saves his life, he walks into the massive black hole unafraid not because he holds some secret power or technique or trick, but because someone cares about him, and that someone taught him that caring about himself is enough. Aventurine didn’t need the power of an emanator to survive the true dreamscape, he only needed a friend, and the will to keep going that he realized from them. 

This is the true meaning of nihility, not that  Aventurine says that he has nothing left, his family is gone and he has nobody and nothing to fall back on which is why he gambles. But Acheron proves him wrong, he isn’t alone, she calls Ratio his “friend”, says that he’s the solution to his doubt. Someone caring about Aventurine is what saves his life, he walks into the massive black hole unafraid not because he holds some secret power or technique or trick, but because someone cares about him, and that someone taught him that caring about himself is enough. Aventurine didn’t need the power of an emanator to survive the true dreamscape, he only needed a friend, and the will to keep going that he realized from them. the universe is meaningless, but that regardless of if it has one or not, it doesn’t matter. It’s this realization that saves Acheron from losing herself like other emanators, it’s this realization that allows Aventurine to cross the event horizon of that manifestation of IX, and it’s this realization that I believe is why Dr. Ratio was never acknowledged by Nous: he was already treading the path of nihility without even realizing it. 

Now this is where my conversation with @aoxizu comes in, and I’m just gonna paste directly what they said because I think it’s amazing and everyone should read it, more importantly it’s what inspired this slideshow in the first place.

Ratio tells Aventurine to live despite everything because that’s the only thing he can do. It doesn’t matter how absurd life is, or how meaningless it all seems, choose to live anyways, because all you have are choices, and it doesn’t matter if they lead to some grand outcome or future or whatnot. To Ratio, life doesn’t, and shouldn’t care about that. Existence doesn’t need to make sense to be worth it, and that’s a sentiment both me, the characters and the og poster share.

Acheron is a lot like Ratio, she chooses to live despite having discovered the meaninglessness of the universe. In an existence seemingly black and white she chooses to paint the world red with her choices, accepting its reality and choosing to forge her own path rather than succumb to the madness. That’s why she says in her trailer, “there is no other choice but to move forward” and that’s because there really is no other choice, the universe doesn’t have some grand plan for anyone and you can’t turn back time to change anything, so all you can do is move forward.

My contribution! I’ve already kinda started but I do want to talk about how Ratio could be treading the path of nihility, but I’ll let this amazing post finish.

So yeah, amazing post, and I don’t think I could reword what they said in a better way than they did. Bringing up the philosophical aspects of this scene makes me really happy because they are so prominent, but most people aren’t really aware enough to notice. Absurdism is one of the driving inspirations behind the dreamscape, and it’s nice to see someone else besides you (see: my slideshow about Penacony and its American influences for an elaboration on this) bring it up. Honestly I think that philosophy fits Ratio far better than any of the Ancient Greek stuff you try to slap on him. Sure he obviously has the inspirations, but he’s closer in spirit to philosophers from the 1700s to now than them, a reinterpretation of Greek scholars rather than a copy of them. 

And this is where my idea that Ratio is a pathstrider of nihility (and he doesn’t even know it yet) comes in. He doesn’t view knowledge in the same way that pathstriders of Erudition do; knowledge for knowledges sake has never been something Ratio has cared about. Knowledge means something to Ratio because it allows people to better themselves, not because it has some sort of inherent value. That’s why he’s so determined to spread it, he wants everyone to reach their fullest potential, and dedicates his life to doing so. Regardless of if the universe has meaning or not, that doesn’t mean people can’t try and live their best lives, and that’s the philosophy Ratio truly believes in.

Moreover, this is why it’s so meaningful that Ratio is the one to help Aventurine, he’s teaching him something Ratio himself learned long ago when he got rejected by the Genius Society. Despite all of Ratio’s intellect and qualifications, he will never be good enough for them because he simply doesn’t view knowledge in the way they do. But instead of this meaninglessness (nihility) consuming him, Ratio dedicated his life to doing what brought him meaning and validation rather than searching for some hidden answers from the universe (specifically Nous).

And it’s not like he just accepted it happily. Ratio still wants their acknowledgement, and it still hurt (and hurts) him a lot to not have it, which is why I think he unknowingly strides the path of nihility. To Ratio, his view on knowledge is simply how knowledge is, and the fact that Nous will never perceive it in that way because his philosophy is more nihilistic than it is erudite is something Ratio might never come to terms with. But that’s ok. The point is that it’s ok, Ratio doesn’t need to be acknowledged or to understand the truth of the universe to be happy or do well for himself. Our universe might mean nothing and yeah that can and will suck, but existence is more valuable than some grand cosmic plan, and even if you don’t realize it, choosing to live is enough.

Continually, this reminds me of the conversation Aventurine had with his hallucination self, in which he told real Aventurine that him and Ratio are very similar. In a way, they are, both struggling to find meaning in their lives, and Ratio helps Aventurine find meaning in his without really even knowing how. Sure the note was meant to keep Aventurine going, but Ratio caused Aventurine to come to a conclusion that probably won’t find Ratio for a while. He helped Aventurine overcome nihility without even knowing it, without Ratio even realizing that THAT is the thing he has been struggling with, and the path he has been walking the whole time.

I really hope we get to see Ratio again, and at the very least I want a story quest for him because I want to analyze his brain under a microscope. Him and Acheron need to meet asap I want more Ratio content idc if everyone else in the fandom hates him I love him and he’s my pookie bear and I will write 3039493494 things about him when it comes to me UGHHHH. Anyways I didn’t know how end this so this is the ending yaaayyy! I hope you liked it and if you have any thoughts let me know! 

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Og post over! That was a long ass read and past me was absolutely cooking up a storm, oh god did this age well and I was right about or close to right about a lot of shit haha. Anyways I really do hope you enjoyed reading this, and this will hopefully provide some needed context for my next posts on this subject. Also feel free to repost this onto other sites I’m very proud of it

#honkai star rail #hsr #Dr ratio #acheron #aventurine #penacony

[lovedbath]

MARRIAGE ON THE ROCKS

TW: noncon, geto is a HORRIBLE husband, yandere, captivity

WC: 3k

Geto x Reader

Little did you know, your husband's trust in you began to waver two months ago. It all started innocently enough, with him getting jealous of your friends, which you found endearing at the time. Those petty arguments seemed like nothing more than typical marital squabbles.

Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine it would escalate to this point. Your once sweet and forgiving husband now seemed like a stranger. It was laughable to think that you needed his forgiveness when you hadn't done anything wrong.

But now, his thoughts and words held power over your very existence. Anger consumed you, mostly directed towards yourself for ever placing your trust in him.

You sat trapped in your luxurious summer villa, it felt more like a prison with your husband as the jailer. He had taken you hostage within the confines of your own home, demanding answers to questions you couldn't possibly answer.

As you made your way to the kitchen, you caught a glimpse of your loving husband's voice.

“-No, Marrying her has cost me a lot, so I plan to get my money's worth before sending her back where she came from. She’s made a fool out of me, by God I'm going to make her pay for it.” 

You were aware of his hateful nature, but never to this extent. You went up to him so that he could hear you, his phone conversation long finished.

He transformed a once loving and trusting relationship into something dirty and degraded, all while assuming it was a given. 

“You have no right to talk about me this way Geto, let alone keep me here. If you hate me so much, let me go!” As you screamed those words, your voice filled with defiance, he calmly approached you, his gaze piercing into your soul. It was as if he could unravel your thoughts with just a glance. "You think you can challenge me, you little bitch," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "I have every right to do what I damn well want with you." His hand slowly extended towards your throat, his fingers tightening around your delicate skin, leaving an indelible mark. “Be a good wife, and shut your mouth.”

As he began pulling you forcefully, you instinctively fought back, desperately trying to pry his hands off your throat. It was as if he was treating you like a mere dog, showing no regard for you, it was like you meant nothing to him.

He sat you down on a chair, his hand leaving your throat, you tried to to regain control, to breathe as you looked at the ground. Suddenly, your thoughts became muddled, clouding your clarity. However, in an instant, you snapped to attention as the pungent aroma of tobacco smoke wafted towards you. He was smoking with no care for you, his gaze lazy while looking at you.

“And now that you know I can force you to do anything I damn well want, So you'll sit there and you'll answer any question I ask you, do you understand?”

As you huddled in the chair, you could only offer a silent nod of agreement. The excruciating pain in your neck made it difficult to hold back tears, but you refused to let him see your vulnerability. You clenched your hand tightly, resisting the urge to rub away the discomfort he had caused.

“All right. So who’s that guy you've been hanging around behind my back? Is he the man that you've brought here without my knowledge?” As he uttered those words through gritted teeth, his fury appeared to escalate, his gaze narrowing in on you.

You swallowed hard, attempting to compose yourself and provide a clear response. You were eager to give him the correct answer, yet his words left you puzzled. “No, I’ve never brought anyone in here, please! Why are you doing this? I would never cheat on you, I really do love you.”

Geto drew on his cigarette and looked at you disbelievingly, “How long have you known him? You never had a platonic friendship in your life, I'm sure you've always had something to offer every man you've been with, every man who made you happy. You little slut, I bet you even…”

You shouted, "Cut it out!" unable to tolerate his malicious accusations. "You're well aware that's all lies. Every bit of it. I've never been in a relationship, come on! You know the truth."

With fury etched on his face, Geto abruptly stood up and yanked you by the arm, shaking you vigorously. “You fucking liar. You’re going to tell me the truth if it takes a month. And I don't care what I have to do to make you tell it.” He forcefully pushed you back into the chair and loomed over you, his presence dominating the room. “I want the truth and you're not leaving here until I get it.”

He kicked your legs apart with his and reached down with his free hand to unbuckle his belt. You watched as he pulled out his cock, so big and hard.

"Please, I didn't do anything" You started to beg, but he reached up and put his hand over your mouth.

"Hush. You fucking sit here and let me take the edge off."

You felt his hard cock push against your face as he started to stroke it with both hands.

“Please,” you beg, but you know it’s useless. You're powerless against him.

 “I told you to be quiet. Now open up that cunty mouth of yours and let me show you what it’s good for.”  

 “I’ll bite it off,” You said with more power than you feel.

He gave you a hard look, and shaked his head no. "No you won't, my beautiful wife. You'll open up and take my cock in your mouth and you'll be a good girl. Because if you don't there'll be consequences."

You tightenes your lips and shook your head back and forth, not giving him a chance.

Suddenly you felt a slap across your cheek and yelled out in pain. “Fuck!” you screamed, and tried to breathe through it.

He gave you a hard look. “Open up your fucking mouth and suck my cock. Suck it like you love me, wife. Give me the best blow job of your life, or I’ll smack that pretty face all fucking night.”

“Do it, bitch” he said, and leaned forward, pressing the head of his cock roughly to your mouth. You closed your eyes tightly and opened up.

 “Oh that’s it, my love. Take me deep; all the way to the back. Now suck the head. Jesus Christ, that’s so good.”

He started to shake, and you knew he was close. His body was on edge so you sucked harder as he thrusted against your mouth. Suddenly you felt him pull out and slide down your body a little, so he's just below your tits. He grabbed his cock with his right hand and started to jerk off, while his other hand sneaked behind, lifting your skirt to tease your sensitive clit.

"No!" You shout, not wanting to cum like this. 

"Oh, yes, my lying little wife. I want you to cum while you watch me jerk off to you," he said, and pinched your clit.

You tried to bow off the chair, and you let out a helpless cry.

He pinched your clit again, the way he's using you, the way he's manipulating your body against you, made you feel like he will have you cumming at his command.

“You love to lie, huh? I have people telling me you've been whoring around. Who should I trust? Your lying cunt or other people who actually have a brain.”

“Please, don’t do this.” your voice came out panicked. “I don’t know what I did, but please, I’m sorry. Don’t.” 

He dragged his eyes down to your bare pussy, and a smile pulled at his mouth. “Are you talking to me, wife? Because your pussy is clearly begging for my attention.”

“I want your tits pressed to the chair. That ass high in the air, offering all of your holes to me,” he said.

He skillfully used his knees to gently part your legs even wider. With a firm grip on your ass cheeks, he spread them apart, leaning over you to expose your face. As he pulled your hair to the side, his gaze intensified. Slowly, he brought his fingers towards your lips, his voice commanding, "Suck it." Your eyes widened in surprise, but you obediently took his two fingers into your mouth, causing a pleasurable reaction from his throbbing cock pressed against your ass.

Once his fingers were wet, he pulled them from your lush lips and brought them to your clit. He began with gentle, unhurried circles, causing you to tightly shut your eyes once again. He could see you fighting your own body, but he just kept stroking you. With his other hand he lined his cock up to your pussy, only putting it in an inch, but made no move to thrust into you. “Please wear a condom,” you whispered, scared to make a demand. 

“You stopped taking your pills, right?” He asked, “Oh yes. I know everything there is to know about you. Did you stop taking them so you could fuck your lover? Hmm, strange how that happened now, isn’t it?”

You tilt your head slightly, locking eyes with him as his words fall into place. "Oh my god," you exclaimed, closing your eyes momentarily before reopening them, beseeching him with a pleading gaze.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I stopped taking them because we stopped having sex. Please!" you pleaded. "I could end up getting pregnant."

"Are you trying to make me cum?" he remarked, causing your eyes to widen. However, before you could respond, he applied more pressure to your clit with his fingers, granting you the intensity you crave, resulting in a subtle jerk from your body.

Your pussy clenched, craving to be satisfied. Your breath quickened, signaling to him that you're on the edge. He withdrew his finger, denying you what you desire, causing you to let out a frustrated moan. "Please," you pleaded once more, but he remained unmoved.

"My little girl, this cock belongs to you. Just push back and fuck yourself with it."

 "No." You growled defiantly, earning a smirk from him.

No matter how intense your emotions felt and how tense your nerves made you, you started to push back a little, making him sink another inch into you.

He continued to rub your clit, leaving you so desperate that you couldn't help but seek some release. Your body was contradicting your words, and your hips began to tremble slightly as his cock plunged deeper.

  “That’s it, wife. Go ahead and take my cock like a little slut. Coat my dick in your filthy pussy.” Your cunt clenched around him at his words

 “Please,” you whined and closed your eyes tightly. “You’ll get me pregnant like this,” you said but his fingers didn't let up. 

 “Just feel how thick I am. Feel how my big dick stretches you as I rape this pussy, and yet you still cream yourself for it.”

 “Oh god,” you moaned out, sinking further down, until your ass was fully pressed against him. “Stop, please.”

 “Love, you’re the one fucking me, milking my cock, begging for me to cum inside you. I haven’t moved. You’re the one needing to get off so bad your slutty pussy is dripping for me. I've never taken you for such a hungry slut.”

He pulled you in closer, his grip tightening around you. You felt his words reverberate through your body, but you remained still, unable to move. His hand firmly grasped your hair, guiding you onto his lap. A cry escaped your lips, but you resisted the urge to fight back.

With a firm grip on your hair, he trailed his tongue along your neck, making his way to your ear. His words sent shivers down your spine. "I'm going to let you go, but remember, don't move. Nod if you understand."

You gave a subtle nod, acknowledging his command. He released his hold on your waist, but his grip on your hair remained unyielding. His voice, a mere whisper, filled your ear. "Beg me to make you cum. Ask for it."

Silence hanged in the air as you hesitated to respond. In an act of dominance, he sinked his teeth into your cheek, marking you as his own. The memory of this moment will forever be etched in your mind.

He released his grip on your cheek, his voice filled with determination. "Ask for it."

He felt your defeat, the amount of pain you feel making you dizzy, your sobs and tears choking up your mind, and you took a deep breath,  “Make me cum,” you finally said.

“Such a good little whore of a wife. You want to cum all over my cock? To please me?”

You were silent for a beat, so he pinched your nipple hard. “Yes!” you cried out. 

Your words escaped in a rush and once more your pussy tightened; you even swayed slightly, your body craving his touch. 

“Tell me you love me.” he said suddenly.

“I can’t,” you pleaded.

“Oh, you can, and you will,” he insisted as he moved to your other nipple, pinching it harder this time. You cried out in pain and took a deep breath.

“I – I love you.” The words are barely audible, but he forced you to say them, blaming you for something you didn't do. He valued others' words more than yours. It hurt more than the physical pain.

Running his hand down your stomach, he headed straight for your clit. “I’m going to rub this clit until you cum. Your pussy will grip my cock, and when it does, it will drain every last drop from me, filling your womb. So if you don’t want that, you better not cum. But if you do, I'll know you desired it, your slutty pussy taking it all.”

At his command, your pussy began to throb and did exactly that. You reached climax just from his explicit words, and your pussy clung to him, triggering his own release. The sensation was so intense that it was almost painful, your pussy accepting every single drop.

He released your hair, and your body fell forward onto the chair, his dick slipping free from you. You could only stare as you watched his cum leak from your pussy, dripping to the newly polished floor.

Your body trembled, head pounding from the tears, as he smacked your ass and fastened his belt, while casually lighting up another cigarette.

"You better spill the truth soon, dear wife. It's either you toughen up or I'll be the only one enjoying this little game." 

As you lowered yourself to the ground, you found yourself right in the spot where your filth lied. Avoiding his gaze, you couldn't help but feel the ache in your heart for the man you once called your husband. Despite your unwavering love for him, he never reciprocated those feelings. The weight of this realization hit you like a ton of bricks, and caused you to break down in silent tears as you stared at the floor.

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[haeryna]

i would recognize you in a million lifetimes ↪ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru

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summary: they say that a child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth. you would've been more inclined to believe it, if you weren't the only person who got burned. but now, suguru and satoru are offering you the salve and you're not sure whether it's enough to fix the scars that they left behind.

tw: sfw! angst with a happy ending, satoru is a cocky shit, suguru spends half the time on his knees in this (BUT NONSEXUALLY), more abandonment mentions because it's crucial to the plot, mentions of homophobia. lots of misunderstandings.

notes: divider by @/saradika-graphics. sorry, this chapter is a little shorter lol but surprise!! love how i said i was gonna take a break and then one day i suddenly realized kind of what i wanted to ensuing conversation to be. ending is a little open-ended; as of right now, i have no further plot points, but obviously that could change in the future (feel free to let me know where you want it to go/what you want me to write more about set in this universe!). thank you to everyone who loved and supported me when i first started this series; it was my first time really writing anything for a fandom, or publicly sharing it for that matter <33

There always seems to be an innate misunderstanding that occurs when people encounter Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru, in that Satoru is the one who calls the shots and Suguru merely follows. Though Satoru might have seemed like the arrogant one, and Suguru the mild-mannered, you are intimately aware that the depth of Suguru’s pride almost matches his patience. It’s why he always tends to win whatever petty squabble that starts, why he always obtains the results he hopes for. Suguru always wins, you’d complained once, and his cat-like eyes had crinkled in amusement as he watched you. Not always, had been his response, but you knew it to be a lie. You had watched as he left a trail of broken hearts in his wake, his past lovers drawn in by his honey-sweet words and careful, calloused hands. You were no exception. If Satoru is a work of art, then Suguru is the painter, and you the lonely observer watching from behind the museum glass. You wonder if the same pride prevented him from finding you years ago.

It makes it seem all the more laughable as you watch Suguru kneeling before you through the water that clings to your lashes. The man that had never given in on his knees for someone who gave it all. You are suddenly horribly aware of the air that passes through your lungs in shuddering gasps. Your skin suddenly feels too tight for your body as your heart pounds to the tune of the faint ticking of the clock. “Please,” Suguru whispers at last, as his thumb runs along the back of your hand. Satoru’s arms tighten around you as if committing you to his memory, before letting go. You can say nothing as you stare down at your fingers traitorously intertwined with Suguru’s. 

“What if I don’t want to listen?” 

Satoru inhales sharply, and Suguru pauses, before reluctantly releasing your hand. 

“Do you mean it?” 

“I wasn’t aware that you two cared about how I felt about your decisions,” you retort, watching how Suguru’s expression falls. It doesn’t feel quite as satisfying as you thought it would. You push the thought down. 

“Baby–” Satoru starts, and the facade you’ve built up begins to crumble. 

“Don’t call me that!” you snarl, pushing yourself from the floor. His eyes are pleading, but you steel yourself as you continue. “I’m not your lover. I’m not anyone special to you, considering how quick you were to replace me.” Your voice breaks. “Mocking me like this is low, even for you.” 

Satoru stiffens. “You were special to me. You still are.” Your hands curl into fists as he continues, voice twisting into something more arrogant. “Though, I’m sure Kenji couldn’t live up to me.” 

“Don’t.” Your tone is raw as you frantically try to reel in the anguish you’d been storing for the past five years. “Don’t you dare try to use my letters against me.” 

Satoru has the decency to at least look ashamed. The look on his face is an echo of when he would frown all day if you didn’t give him what he wanted. Satoru is selfish, you know, all heat and arrogance and childishness. You know it’s partially your fault; you were the one that spoiled him off of your love in the first place. 

Suguru calls your name softly, and you turn to face him. He’s still on his knees, gazing up at you with the devotion of a worshiper and the guilt of a sinner. “Tell me what I can do to make it right,” he murmurs. “Tell me what I can do and I’ll do anything you ask of me.” 

“Why didn’t you take me with you?” Your words are fragile, even to your own ears. Please tell me it was because you didn’t have enough money. Please say that it’s because you were in a rush. 

“That night was chaos,” Suguru admits. “Satoru was downright unconsolable, so it was up to me to purchase the tickets, to pack everything we wanted to take into two bags, to book the hotels and make appointments to find apartments.” He hesitates for a moment, and you can feel the piercing ice forming in your veins at the expression. 

“But you had enough money to afford a third.” 

“Yes and no. Realistically, we maybe could have, but, to subject you to the conditions we would have been in?” 

Angrily, you swipe the tears away from your face. “You still should have asked.”

Suguru’s eyes are impossibly tender. “I know you, my beautiful, stubborn girl. I knew that if I gave you that plane ticket, you would have followed us no matter what you truly wanted. I was willing to make the sacrifice. How could I have asked you to do the same?” 

“That wasn’t your decision to make!” 

“Call me selfish, then. Call me controlling, or foolish, or stubborn, but I will never regret ensuring your safety. I will never regret the fact that you were not subjected to the struggles we faced there, the things we had to do to survive. Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” 

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” You feel nauseous, stomach twisting violently into knots. The lies taste so sweet, but the truth is something that you accepted long ago. “Subjecting me to what? Your lifestyle? What struggles do you face when you have so much money that you don’t know what to do with it?” 

Satoru begins to protest, but you hold out your hand, silencing him as you watch Suguru. The betrayal of him cut deeper than you’d care to admit. Satoru might be cocky, but it is Suguru’s hand that holds the trigger, his hand that sealed your fate. “I know you,” you tell him. “I know you, and I know when you lie. Lie to me one more time and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that I never see you again.”  

“There is no lie-” 

“You don’t do that to the people you love!” 

“I did it out of love, why can’t you see that?” 

“No, shut up!” Your hands are shaking, teeth gritted as you try to stop the rush of angry tears that threaten to escape you. “You don’t get to act like I’m the person in the wrong here. You two, of all people, don’t get to treat me like this.” The sun is setting, harsh shadows casted onto Suguru’s hunched shoulders as if it is a load that is physically too much for him to bear. The words spilling from your mouth are sharp, desperate to make them bleed in the same way they’d hurt you. “You can’t tell me you love me, or that you missed me, when you left me here for five years. I was alone for five years, and for the first three, I thought something had happened to you two. Do you know how scared I was?”

Satoru reaches for you, but you shove his hands away. “I had to find out from a fucking television broadcast. I had to find out about Satoru’s debut through a television broadcast, and I had to hear your voice coming from the radio instead of through the phone. For three years, you let me fear the worst, and now you’re acting as if I’m crazy? You’re upset to find me bitter when you’ve treated me like a toy you can return to, and throw away when you’re bored? You made me this way!”

 Suguru closes his eyes. “I will never stop regretting how I’ve hurt you, my love. I knew how badly you wanted to get out of this town, to go to college and make your mark on the world. We didn’t know that…” 

We didn’t know that you’d still be here.  

“Maybe if you’d bothered to find me, you would’ve known.” 

“Please don’t blame Suguru for it.” Satoru’s voice is tired, as he runs his hands down his face. “Suguru might have been the one who handled our move, but I was the coward in the end.” 

Impressively, your heart manages to shatter into even smaller pieces. You can only gaze blankly at him as he continues. “I’m sure you’ve suspected it by now, but when we left, Suguru and I were dating. We still are. You know how it is where we’re from, where we are.” He curls in on himself imperceptibly, a star ready to implode. “I knew my parents were bad, but I didn’t know they were that bad. The thought of you looking at me, at Suguru, the same way they looked at us– I couldn’t.” 

You can’t help the almost hysterical laughter that tears through you. “Are you serious? That was your reason?” 

Satoru stares at you as you cover your face with a hand. You’re afraid that if you don’t keep going, you’ll start screaming instead. “Of course I knew,” you choke out, half-laughing and half-sobbing. “Suguru’s neck would be all marked up every time you two hung out without me, and Satoru suddenly stopped flirting with every girl that wanted to sleep with him. Just because everyone else was stupid and in denial, doesn’t mean that I was.” 

“You never said anything.” Suguru gazes up at you, eyes horrified. 

“I figured if you wanted me to know, you would just tell me.” 

“You always looked so uncomfortable.”

“Because I was jealous!” Your words hang in the air, and in this moment, for better or for worse, you know that there is no going back. “I thought I was losing my mind. I was jealous of both of you for having the other, and I hated myself for it. What kind of sick friend was I, to be selfish enough to not only desire one of you, but both of you at the same time?” You shake your head, wishing that it could be enough to remove the feelings from your heart that you had been clinging onto for so long. “When you left, I missed you. I thought it would go away. I hoped it would go away. Who else would be stupid enough to love the people who abandoned them?” 

The words pour from your mouth, acidic with your pain and despair. “Why wasn’t I good enough for you two? Why was it so easy for you to move on, while I was stuck here wasting away? Was it really that hard for me to be loved by you? I was there too!” 

“Darling,” Suguru says, stumbling over the syllables of his words. “You loved us?” 

You have to fight the visceral urge to slap him across his painfully beautiful face. “That’s what you took away from this?” 

“I dreamed of this for so long,” Satoru tells you roughly, delicate fingers tilting up your chin. An interviewer had once said that Satoru’s eyes seemed so cold and distant. You feel like he was trying to burn you alive as he examines you. “I can’t believe this is real.”

“Are both of you out of your mind?” you snap, rearing back. Satoru’s resulting chuckle floods your face with heat as he gives you a lazy, predatory smile. “Only for you, sweetheart.” 

“What Satoru is trying to say,” Suguru interjects, dazed, “is that we didn’t think you felt the same way.” Same way? You feel lightheaded, as if you’re not quite there. Same way? 

He continues on as Satoru leans against the wall, content to watch your reactions. “I, we, just assumed that you…I don’t know. We…” 

“How could I not?” you ask, voice breaking. “How could I not love both of you?” 

Before you can even react, Satoru is surging towards you, arms pressing you closer into his body as he holds you tightly. “You mean it?” he asks, voice uncharacteristically desperate. Needy for you, as he greedily savors the feeling of you in his arms. You can only nod, one hand twisting into the back of his sweater as you bury yourself into the slight hollow where his collarbone meets his shoulder. 

“Please,” Suguru breathes, taking your hand into his, rough fingers curling around the back of your hand as he strokes your palm with his thumb. “I know things aren’t going to be the same. We’re okay with that, we just…” He swallows, thickly, before pushing forward. “We just want to make things right, take things slow, and maybe then you can learn to love us again.” 

Gently, you pull yourself away from Satoru’s grasp. “It’ll be hard,” you admit, tugging Suguru up off the floor and towards you. “But, we’ll make it through.” A slight smile tugs on your lips, the sincerity bleeding through into the softness of your eyes. “Besides, I don’t need to learn how to love you two again.” 

“Especially because I never stopped.” 

Later, you’ll realize the depth of the Gojo’s betrayal to their son. Later, there will be just as many kisses as there are tears, plans to be made, and boxes to be packed. But for now, all you can feel is the overwhelming warmth in your heart as you finally allow yourself to be hugged by two of the people you adored most in the world. 

Welcome home. I love you. 

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[zimthandmade]

I hope you have a good day, friend.

Thank you for your art, you absolute sunshine! Your creative energy is unmatched. Keep doing what you're doing. I want to get lost in this wonderful world of your creation.

You have a talent for making characters come to life and feel real. I aspire to make art with this same level of conceptual realism. (Can I, in theory, ask for art advice if I ever muster up the courage?)

Can we see more art with L, please? 👉👈

( What does his room look like? Do you think he has other interests besides detective work? What's his sexuality? Will his lower back ever not hurt? Is he lonely? Does he have empathy? Does he feel like a horrible person or a failure deep down? What is his favourite food (non-sweet)? Do you think he's autistic? Deontology vs utilitarianism: L's opinion? His thoughts on Mello and Near? What advice would he give to Wammy kids if he was completely honest?)

Sorry for this insane amount of questions about your headcanons, feel free to answer all, some, or none of them in art or text. 🙇‍♂️

Thank you!

- obsessed with your vision, T. R.

[English is my second language, sorry for possible mistakes.]

Okay wow, thank you for taking the time to write this all out! :D Sure, have some Wammy's teen L & Watari concept art!

To your questions:

What does his room look like? You mean his room at Wammy’s? Or where he lives as an adult? I’m gonna answer either way. ROOM 217 L was one of the few exceptions at Wammy’s, being an actual orphan and living there permanently, so he got his own room and didn’t have to share it with a roommate. He got a corner room, so two sides with windows. And it was A. MESS. The floor was so severly littered with all kind of shit, there was a shape on the floor where the door scraped the stuff out of the way upon opening. I can imagine he rarely pulled the curtains open and rarely opened the windows, so the air in there was thick af. L’S RESIDENCE I headcanon Watari offered L a secluded mansion or something similar at some countryside in scotland or something. Watari is rich after all and I’m sure he owns property. L set his space up in the attic and doesn’t really uses any of the rest of the house. He has staff that regularly comes to keep the property clean and neat but the staff never met L and doesn’t really know who they’re working for. Maybe the mansion is even urban legend talk in the surrounding area. They saw a creepy figure staring out of the attic windows and the kids try to break in every now and then because everybody thinks it’s unoccupied. Maybe someone from the staff threw a party there once because “pff come on, nobody lives there, it’s an empty house, nobody will know” and L heard activities downstairs. Maybe he crept downstairs and mingled with the guests pretending to be a friend. The residence has a server room, maybe in the cellar.

Do you think he has other interests besides detective work? Oh yeah definitely. I think there are very little things L is not interested in. That’s one of his big perks. He researches virtually anything and can pretty much get into anything. That's why he can easily seem like he’s an expert in any topic because he probably read into it already. He was wondering one night about “how DO helicopters work though…?” and then he spent the next 7 hours watching helicopter videos, reading wikipedia articles about that stuff and a few years later he can get in a helicopter with Light any fly the thing.

What's his sexuality? I’m hesitant about answering this because everybody seems to have strong opinions about it and I don’t want to step on anyones feet. But since you’re asking for my opinion and not everybody elses: L feels straight to me.

Will his lower back ever not hurt? No.

Is he lonely? Absolutely. But he pretends he’s not. He pretends he doesn’t need anybody and permanently finds excuses for how he doesn’t even like people and he chooses to be alone. He fills the loneliness with hyperfixations and productive distractions.

Do you think he's autistic?I headcanon him having aspergers, so yes.

Thanks again for the ask <3

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[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Do you think Tom was the only student Dumbledore hated? I think Tom probably isn't the only Unfavorite Student and there are more out there that Dumbledore was successful at sabotaging.

(Side thought do you think Moody started out on Dumbledore's bad list but then worked very hard to "redeem" himself by trusting Dumbledore in all things and that's why he's so weirdly loyal to Dumbledore?)

Dumbledore and Hating People

The thing is that Tom Riddle does seem to hold a special place in Dumbledore's heart.

There are other characters we see who are also loathsome/have qualities that Dumbledore despises but it's in different ways/not to the same degree.

Dumbledore utterly loathes Lockhart, purposefully sets him up with the job so as to either destroy his reputation fundamentally or kill him. However, I'd say Dumbledore is contemptuous and dismissive of Lockhart. Dumbledore has 0 interest in the man beyond destroying him, and doesn't spend much time thinking about him beyond getting him in the castle and letting the curse do its work.

Dumbledore is dismissive and contemptuous of Cornelius Fudge, but again, doesn't focus on him much beyond pitying his shortsightedness and holding him in general contempt.

Dumbledore similarly doesn't love the Dursleys but it feels like that's in a way of he has 0 opinion or interest in Vernon and just... a very weird treatment of Petunia. I wouldn't even say he dislikes them, in fact, I think he likes the idea of them beyond the general disappointment in not treating Harry exactly the way he'd like (except they are doing that but he'll never say as much).

While we don't know that Dumbledore doesn't have stashes of memories he's painfully collected over the years, going to anyone who ever interacted with Tom Riddle and asking "please give me every memory you have ever had" only for the vast majority of them to slam the door in his face, given the focus he has on Tom Riddle it seems... unlikely...

Add this in with Tom's "dark glamour", the way Dumbledore talks about him, the way he pontificates about him as if he's a fictional character and Dumbledore is writing fanfiction and metas about the man, and we're looking at a... I'll call it a fixation where Tom hit all the right buttons for Albus Dumbledore in a way that other people just haven't.

Basically, the people we see Dumbledore hate just aren't hot enough (or are women so Dumbledore doesn't care).

I'll put it this way. Harry's easily Dumbledore's second fixation, he puts a lot of work into this boy, but Dumbledore's way less... into him is the only way I can put it, than Tom. Harry's there as a vehicle/means to destroy Tom and acts as a foil to Tom. Everything about Harry for Dumbledore is presented as "in contrast to Tom Riddle" and that's telling to me.

As for hating students...

I think most of the time Dumbledore just doesn't give a fuck.

With Draco who was actively endangering the student body, nearly killing several students to ultimately kill Dumbledore, and ultimately letting Death Eaters (including Fenrir fucking Grayback) into the castle where it's a miracle no one died/got lycanthropy Dumbledore was into it and a) knew the whole time b) did nothing to stop it because then Tom would hurt Draco. (It's too bad Katie Bell got cursed for six months in the process of that huh Dumbledore or you didn't approach Draco with that offer to give him clemency until the last five minutes of your life).

I doubt Dumbledore knows who Crabbe and Goyle even are.

And he seemed to favor the Marauders (rampant known bullies) and not care about Severus at the time and now thinks quite highly of Severus for having redeemed himself for love/following a narrative Dumbledore likes while also being unable to not do what Dumbledore wants.

He only cares about Ron and Hermione in relation to Harry and just likes the general idea of them (Dumbledore is very big on the "idea" of people).

Dumbledore and Moody

I don't think so.

We've seen the redemption story Dumbledore likes and that's Severus Snape's. Dumbledore likes a narrative, Moody having been disliked then just choosing to be a sycophant would be very unimpressive for Dumbledore because he'd see no reason for Moody to have changed/not an impressive enough reason.

It has to be for true love, friendship, some reason that is a compelling narrative to Dumbledore.

Everything for Dumbledore fits into these narratives from Merope dying in childbirth (she just didn't love enough), to Lily being murdered (she loved her son so much she sacrificed herself), to Snape (his love for her means he is now undyingly loyal to her son), to everything.

Plus, I don't get that feeling about Moody.

Dumbledore has plenty of people unquestioningly loyal to him, he cultivates the Order such that this is the case, it's not so much that Moody's an outlier for being so loyal but the fact that he is in the Order of the Phoenix at all means he must be this loyal to survive there (notice Percy is not a member). In the Order we're seeing the people who survived the litmus test of "actively not questioning Dumbledore in any decision he ever makes" (see HBP and the Christmas Party and shooting down of Harry's "Draco's up to something and Snape is too" for reasons that are simply "I trust Dumbledore completely" and nothing else).

If Moody wasn't like that, he wouldn't be in the Order.

So, I think Moody's just like the rest of them and I don't see a reason why he would have ever been different.

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #albus dumbledore #anti albus dumbledore #tom riddle #alastor moody #the order of the phoenix #anti the order of the phoenix #meta #headcanon #opinion

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

A Song of Ice & Shadow

Part 3 

You can read part one & two here.

Summary: Y/n is adjusting to her new life in the Night Court, where she finds herself interacting with the Illyrians much longer than before, whether by chance or by force. An unexpected encounter with Azriel ignites something between them.

Warnings: slight self-harm, struggle with identity.

Word count: 2.55K

Waking up to the gentle hum of birdsong, Y/n resolved that today marked the day she would get out of bed, despite the lingering ache of her wounds. Steadily placing both feet on the floor, she managed to stand up and make her way to the bathing room. Confronted by her reflection in the mirror, it dawned on her that this was the first time she had beheld herself since her transformation. Staring at the unfamiliar figure before her, tears welled in her eyes as grappled with the stark reality of her altered appearance. Determined to confront her unease, she left her room for the first time, in search of a sharp implement, be it scissors, a knife, or a blade. 

Rhys was lounging in an armchair, when he noticed Y/n’s troubled demeanor. He greeted her but was met with silence, unsure if she’d intentionally ignored him or simply could not hear him. Perceiving her distress, he inquired “can I help you with something?”.

“No- wait. Actually, can I borrow one of your blades?” Y/n asked.

Confused by the sudden interest in blades, he asked “what for?”.

“I don’t have time to explain. Can I or can I not?” Y/n grew impatient.

“I don’t have one on me, but if you tell me, maybe I can get you one of your own” Rhys offered.

“Never mind, can you tell where the kitchen is?” she sighed in frustration.

“If you’re hungry, the house can make you food. Can you tell me what this is about?” he inquired.

“So if I want something, I can just ask the house?”.

“Technically, yes”.

“House, may I have a knife?” she looked up as she asked.

Rhys chuckled “you don’t have to look up”.

“I thought you said it would give me what I wanted, so where’s the knife?”.

“It appears the house is disinclined”.

“So, what? The house has moods now? I don’t have time for this” Y/n declared, striding out of the room, in search of a sharp object. After ten minutes of searching, she finally found a blade and hurried back to her room. Observing her rushed return, Rhys sensed something was amiss. He knocked on her door, but there was no answer. He knocked twice more, before he forced the door open. He looked around but couldn’t see her, fearing the worst. Rushing to the bathing room, he discovered Y/n poised before the mirror, blade in her hand, blood dripping from her pointed ear, as she attempted to cut it off.

“Stop, stop! What are you doing?” Rhys intervened, clawing the blade out of her hand.

“Give it back” she screamed at him.

“Cutting them won’t change what you are” he reminded gently.

“I don’t care! Give it back. At least I won’t be constantly reminded” she implored, holding back tears as she tried to reach for the blade.

“Wait, wait, there’s another way. I can glamour it, and you won’t have to see it, not until you’re ready” he offered.

“You can do that?” she calmed down slightly.

“Yes, and I can teach you”. After a moment of contemplation, Y/n assented.

“-and just like that, you can glamour things. Don’t get frustrated if it doesn't work immediately; it takes time and practice. If you ever need anything, just please ask me. Don’t rush and try to do things on your own. You can ask for help” he reassured her.

“I don’t need your or anyone's help. I can do things on my own” she declared.

“I know you can, but sometimes it’s easier to ask for help”.

“To you maybe. I prefer relying on myself. Thank you very much”.

“It was just a thought... Are you good now?”.

“I’m fine, you can leave now”

“I meant, how are you feeling after healing? Are you still in pain?”.

“I’m fine. I can manage. Now please leave, you are giving me a headache”.

“Was that a long conversation for you?” Rhys snorted.

“Well, certainly the longest we’ve ever had. I just hope for all our sakes that this will be the longest we’ll ever have” Y/n forced a smile.

“I highly doubt that”. As he reached the door, he halted and turned to face her again “Don’t let him win. I know you hate being Fae, but don’t let the King of Hybern break your spirit” he advised.

The next day, Y/n went to see her sisters. To her shock, Nesta just sat there reading a book, while Elain, well, Elain looked so different from when she was human. Her skin was pale, no colors gracing her face, her body was so fragile. She just sat in the corner of her room, staring lifelessly out of the window. The sight of her broke Y/n's heart. She tried talking to her, getting her what she needed, but she knew this couln’t be fixed.

Having so much spare time, Y/n tried writing to her biological father, but she didn’t know where to start, what to tell him, she herself did not even know what her future looked like now. So every time she tried writing a letter, she’d hesitate, discard the letter and start again. Her daily routine now consisted of waking up, eating, checking on her sister, attempting to write to her father, bathing, and sleeping. She was not used to this kind life, leaving her feeling confined and trapped. Seeking solace, she headed to the roof, where she discovered a large training ring. There, she encountered Azriel, who acknowledged her presence with a nod, before returning to his training.

As she turned to leave, something within her compelled her to halt and speak “You’re healed?” she remarked more as an observation than a question.

“I am. I see you are healed as well” he replied, pausing his training to face her.

“I am” a genuine smile appeared on her face “and the General?” she inquired.

“Still healing, but he’s getting better” he studied her every move, every expression on her face.

“I’m glad” she nodded, turning away and leaving him to his training. He debated saying something further to her but ultimately remained silent, letting her go, as he was unsure of what to say.

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Unable to endure the confines of her room any longer, Y/n decided to have breakfast in the dining room. Seeing as she’d woken up late, she believed the room would be empty. Unfortunately for her, it was not. When she entered, she was met with the three Illyrian males, laughing and eating. She was about to sneak back out, but Rhys caught her “good afternoon, Y/n, or should I say good morning?” he mockingly greeted.

“Shut up” she played it cool and decided to sit at the far end of the table, opposite Rhys, with Cassian sat on his right and Azriel on his left.

Silence fell in the room, as she ate the meal the house provided her with. Feeling the weight of their gazes upon her, she finally spoke “Am I interrupting something? Because I can just go back to my room” her eyes met Rhys’.

“Not at all” Rhys smirked, resting his head on his palm.

“Then why are you all staring at me like some miracle had happened?”.

“You’re eating with us” Cassian clarified.

“Is there a rule against it?”.

“Nope, but I thought you had one”.

“I see your sense of humor hasn’t changed but shouldn't you train more, talk less” Y/n glared at Cassian.

“Are we your prisoners?” she returned her gaze on Rhys.

All three males’ eyes widened in shock “No, why would you think that?” Rhys, taken aback, clearly felt offended.

“The only way out of this house is through the ten thousand steps or flying”.

“I told you, you can always ask for help. Any one of us would take you out” he reminded.

“So, if I were to leave now, you’d let me?”.

“Yes, you’re not a prisoner, Y/n. You’re free to go anywhere you want” Rhys assured her.

“If that were the case, I’d be able to come and go as I please, without asking anyone to take me and bring me back, like some kind of a child” she confronted.

“Ah, so that’s your problem? Not being in total control of everything” Cassian added, earning a kick from Azriel under the table.

“I do not think you want to pick a fight with me now, General. Your wings are still healing” she remarked.

“And you think you can take me?” Cassian raised one brow.

“Cassian, this is not the time” Rhys warned.

“I’d like to leave now!” she stood from her chair, ignoring Cassian’s comment.

“But you’re eating”.

“I lost my appetite and would like some fresh air”.

“Alright”.

From the training ring, Rhys held her and said “hold on tight, you might not like this part” as he lunged into the sky.

“I’m not afraid of heights” she said, as she tightened her grip around him, taking in the new sight of the city and the fresh breeze. They descended near some shops in Velaris, and he asked if she wanted him to stay, to which she of course refused. They agreed on a time for him to pick her up and told her if she desired something, she could just put it in the house’s account, which again, she declined. Strolling through the city, observing the Fae going about their business, looking normal, she thought to herself they’re not so bad after all. One thing she noticed though, was that people here were happier than anywhere else she’d seen. When the agreed time came, she was standing at the spot where Rhys had left her. But instead of him, she was met with Azriel, whose wings were spread as he descended. This was the first time she fully saw the length of them. They were massive, she thought to herself. The way he tucked them in effortlessly as he strode towards her, his chest slightly rising, outlining his muscular features beneath. The heat flushed her cheeks as he got closer “Where’s your High Lord?” she snapped back to reality.

“He’s occupied at the moment. He asked me to come in his stead, so you wouldn’t have to wait” Azriel replied, maintaining his composure, even as the shadows seemed to whisper to him.

“How considerate of him” she sucked in a breath.

“Shall we?” he extended his hand to her. Y/n looked at his extended hand, noticing the scars, she wondered had they always been there? Lately, she’d been noticing a lot of things she never considered before. Gazing up at him, their eyes met for a split second, his face unreadable, before she looked away and took his hand. Despite his cold appearance, his hand was warm, while hers was freezing. At that moment, Azriel became aware that this was the first time they had any physical contact. Glancing at her, he could feel that she just had the same thought. 

His touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins, igniting a firestorm of unfamiliar emotions deep within her core. Then, in one fluid motion, he gathered her into his arms, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. As he did, she instinctively placed her palm on his chest, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she struggled to maintain her composure. He held her close, his arms wrapped securely around her waist, one scarred hand resting gently against the small of her back to support her. Removing her hand from his chest, she encircled her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair as she relaxed, sending shivers down his spine. 

She was not the first woman to touch him like that, hell, he’d been with many women and had done a lot more than that. But she’s the first woman who made him feel like this…He was always able to keep his cool, to maintain his focus on whatever he was doing. But around her, he was losing it, losing control. She was beginning to take hold of him, not that he’d admit it.

They took to the sky, the rush of wind whipping past them, tousling her hair, strands brushing against his cheek. As they did, he caught a whiff of her sweet, tortuous scent. Even his shadows danced around her, stroking her face. She clung around him tightly as they soared higher, the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of her clothes. She could feel the hard muscles of his chest tense beneath her, and he could feel her heart racing against his chest. Managing to pull herself together, she tilted her head to the side, trying to get a view of the city.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” noticing where her eyes wandered, he asked.

She murmured “especially at night”.

As he was about to bank, he tightened his grip around her, warning her to brace herself.

As her feet reached the ground, she removed her arms from around him. He lingered for a moment before doing the same.

“Good night” she muttered and quickly went down the stairs to her room. He stood in the training ring in solitude, lost in his thoughts. That night, Y/n could not fall asleep.

In the next couple of days, Y/n rarely left her room. She’d leave once a day to check on her sisters and immediately return to the comfort of these walls she was growing accustomed to. Rhys came to check on her after her return and tried to initiate a conversation with her but was dismissed. During that time, she shifted her focus to the letter she was to write to her father. And for the first time, she managed to finish a letter before throwing it away. On the day she finally left her room, she wrote a letter and was satisfied with the content, but she kept it in her room, hesitant to send it. 

As she entered the dining room, she was greeted by Rhys and Cassian engaged in a discussion. She took to her usual seat and started eating what the house offered her. Somehow, it knew what she liked.

“Look who decided to grace us with her presence” Cassian remarked mockingly, a smirk playing on his lips.

“And look who's yet to regain the ability to fly with a fully healed wing” Y/n countered with a mocking pout.

“Enough you two! Can’t we have one normal day?” Rhys sighed, attempting to diffuse the tension.

“He started it” Y/n quipped

“I was just being nice” Cassian retorted.

“No you weren’t” she glared at him. Minutes later, Azriel entered the room, his expression slightly uneasy as he took his seat beside Rhys.

“What’s with you?” Cassian inquired.

“Nothing” Azriel replied in an icy tone.

“Clearly, there is” Cassian persisted.

“Mind your business, Cassian” Azriel warned and Y/n almost choked on her food, earning her a quick glance from him.

“Any word from my sister?” she shifted her focus to Rhys.

“She’ll be home soon”.

“Home” she scoffed “such a funny word” her eyes flickered.

Cassian was about to say something, but Azriel shot him with a glare that made him back down.

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Notes- GOM x Fem!Reader in a bikini

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Recovery date: May 10th, 2024

Description: hiii!! hope your having a good day, I was wondering if I could request GoM x reader (separately) with a maybe more quiet and shy reader when they go to the beach and see her in a bikini (maybe a bit suggestiveee but it’s up to you!) they can get a bit flustered and protective 😭 thank you so much and dw if you don’t/can’t complete it <3,

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with @smtere we thank them for their contributions. Hope you don't mind the headcanons, it was the easiest for so many people. This is meant to be post last game, probably summer of their 3rd year.

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Akashi

Is the most outwardly chill about it

Though he does find his gaze drifting and lingering (Aomine got halfway through calling him out once before eating sand)

The first time he justifies it as admiring your swimsuit, every other time is just a whoopsie

He’s not weird about it though, and he tries his best not to stare

Makes sure you put on sunscreen/ cover up if he thinks you need it

Will complement how it looks on you

I did say “most outwardly chill” and I meant it

He may seem cool as a cucumber but if you hug him he will short circuit

He doesn’t get much affection on a normal day and while he is much more mature than his friends, I refuse to believe this boy is not fighting off indecent thoughts every so often

Build a sand castle with him please

Midorima

Flustered and can’t hide it

Dude is pink, and not from the sun

His gaze also drifts and lingers but he won’t even give himself a chance to admire you

You cannot convince me Takao has not corrupted him, at least a bit, he can’t look at you without hear Takao teasing him

Like Akashi he looks out for you if you’re prone to sunburn

Midorima isn’t weird about you wearing a bikini, he just makes it weird by actively avoiding looking anywhere but your face

He definitely relaxes throughout the day though

By the time you’re leaving he compliments you, having finally looked somewhere other than your face

He’s fine with whatever you want to do, might even begrudgingly let you bury him

Kise

The most chill, he has sisters so bikinis aren’t something overly suggestive to him

That said it’s you so it does make him a bit flustered

He is also the most obviously protective because as a model he’s very familiar with… lingering gazes, there will always be weirdos

Keeps a shirt on while on the beach, claiming he can’t afford to burn, but it's actually incase you want it for whatever reason

He definitely enjoys the extra contact though, whether that be an arm around your waist or offering to carry you on his back, Kise strikes me as a touchy person

If your swimsuit starts to come loose he’ll offer to fix it for you

Showers you in complements

Wants to collect shells and swim

Murasakibara

Could not give two shits

Kise was chill, Murisakibara just doesn’t care

He compliments the swim suit, and he definitely stares a bit but when he gets caught he apologizes and looks away

Won’t initiate physical contact but doesn’t mind it, feeling your skin brush against his when you hugged him did make him jump a bit though

I don’t really have much to say here because I really don’t think he’d care

Although he will confront anyone making you uncomfortable, his stature is more than enough to make most people back down

Wants to spend the day lounging on the beach, you might be able to convince him to come float with you

Aomine

If it was anyone but Aomine it would be weird

Shamelessly stares

You can call him out on it but he’ll just make a sound of acknowledgement and keep staring, unless you tell him he’s making you uncomfortable

He may be forward and unashamed but he’s not a complete ass

If someone else is making you uncomfortable or just keeps staring he will fight them, though he tries to avoid that

Asked Momoi for one of her towel jackets for you incase you wanted it, he almost regretted it when she started teasing him for being a softy

He compliments you, but it’s stuff like “your boobs look nice”

Will imply he’d like to see you “show off” more often

Also fairly touchy, like Kise, and will offer to help fix your swimsuit if needed

He will also throw you into the water, there is no escaping

Kuroko

Like Akashi he’s outwardly cool and inwardly panicking just a bit

He will try and fight anyone making you uncomfortable but Aomine and the others have to save him

Like Akashi and Midorima will keep an eye out if you’re prone to sunburn

Any physical contact you make with him will spook him just a bit

He’s close with Momoi, and we know she wears bikinis so I think like with Kise they aren’t anything suggestive to him

I don’t have much to say here either because Kuroko doesn’t really wear his heart on his sleeve, though he will linger a bit closer to you throughout the day

Complements your swimsuit

Prefers to spend the day reading on the beach

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Mars ♂︎ in Aries ♈︎ 2024 + What the 12 signs expect in this transit <3

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Associate this position with your natal ascendant ↑ position located in your birth chart, if you don't know how to do this please message me.

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Mars ♂︎. the planet of aggression, of pursuit, effects, obstacles, how much you motivate yourself, how you push yourself to new ventures and avenues in life.

Aries ♈︎ - at home with the planet mars ♂︎, focused on the head, the scalp, risky business, non hesitant, impulsive, optimistic, new adventures, risky events, no care in the world.

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Aries ♈︎ - you are being pulled to a specific venture and new outlook in your personal life, this may manifest as an offer or new opportunity that you didn't expect to receive. take on this new chance, it may be connected to what you have been desiring long term.

Taurus ♉︎ - you are sent to look back at a situation or event that you may have not given your complete attitude or perspective to. its important not to overthink this event, for that it is the past and that its okay to forgive that moment for good.

Gemini ♊︎ - you may be pulled to hiding your thoughts, ideas, and creations around this time. it may be due to that your thoughts and wishes are manifesting in real life, and protecting what you've believed to create is to be the way at this moment. people are very nosy at this time as well.

Cancer ♋︎ - you are being given a message around this time to look back at what has not been working, and to make a new way of becoming comfortable with what you have been currently working on. don't be nervous to try something new off of what you've already established in your current life. your feelings matter right now.

Leo ♌︎ - you are revisiting insecurities, and that can be a big issue to any public appearances that you have to show up to. you may become the internal scorpio to wanting to heal in your bed, to constantly focus on recharging, yet others need you right now. establish a balance.

Virgo ♍︎ - there is feelings of anguish or grief around this time, especially with your own capabilities as well as the creations you have made so far. utilize this time for self care, and clear out your personal space so that you may understand the new events coming into your life. you need to make some room.

Libra ♎︎ - there is opportunity to change your life currently, and make this an incredible time to take on a new situation or event to make that happen. its a big deal for you in regards to the routine you've been working with, and boredom is not to be at this time.

Scorpio ♏︎ - your emotions may feel all over the place, and it can be hard to feel exactly what you're intending with others and with loved ones. romance may be an issue, but what is best to let out a good cry for an old lover, so that you may walk a new path of grace.

Sagittarius ♐︎ - this is a great time to place new seeds and to water the growing intentions you've been making or planning long term. it may be that you're finally seeing progress in anything you have physically been working towards. protect your assets, and don't expect yourself to go over the top for anyone else.

Capricorn ♑︎ - you may feel that not much is meant to be going on at this time, and there is a balance between feeling incompetent and incredibly relaxed with the progress you've been making. its important not to focus too much or think too hard when it comes to your career right now.

Aquarius ♒︎ - whatever thoughts that have been lingering in your current life at the moment is slowly moving into a more positive note; focus on the new changes you are seeing in your environment and mainly in the way that you think about yourself in the world around you.

Pisces ♓︎ - you are at a time where you use esoteric items, books, and art to help you move on from painful or stressful events from your recent past. its an incredible time to commit to spirit, to focus on what is helping you through mediation, and to birth a new year through processing your own emotions slowly.

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Mushy May 9 - warming them up

Aeon and Dew navigating the beginnings of their relationship - this is set somewhat shortly after Aeon takes Aether's place in the band. As per usual, my Aeon is pre-summoned, works between the grounds and the infirmary and was hand picked by Aether himself to take his place.

this was a last minute thing so aldkjf please enjoy? <3 special thanks to @forlorn-crows for putting this together. I was too shy to join in on the fun last year.

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Aeon's hands are a strange amalgamation of warm and cold; his fingertips frigid like ice while his palms get tacky with sweat.

He thinks its mostly to do with his dual lineage; earth and quintessence.

It had never been much of an issue before joining the Ghost project full time; his hands spent most of the time buried in dirt in the gardens or sorting through tools and packaged first aid products in the infirmary.

Playing guitar, by extension, sometimes kept his fingertips from going icy, somewhat numb with it—but it wasn't an all the time thing, he thought, maybe when they'd start the tour, playing outdoors in the sun, he wouldn't have to worry about it, but in the somewhat frigid practice rooms at the church—

"Aeon," Dew's voice is sharp, cuts through his thoughts as he hits another sour chord, "Pay attention, we're trying to get through a new song," he says, trying for patience but coming across a bit mean instead.

Aeon's good at compartmentalizing, mostly, he had to be in the pits, and it's carried over through his summoning and his duties at the church, so when he catches Dew's tone, somewhat annoyed at him, he turns and looks at the fire ghoul, curls his fingers around the neck of his guitar, "Fingers are cold," he says, "Hard to feel where I need to go if I can't feel anything," he shoots back, somewhat snippy.

It's been building between them, since Aether's announcement and him bringing Aeon aboard—he'd searched him out before he'd actually told anyone about his plans, offered up his place and well, Aeon had always loved music, so why wouldn't he take the opportunity?

Dew had been mostly unhappy about it, he wasn't outward about his dislike most of the time, but he made it known in other ways—but again, Aeon had picked up on it after a couple of times, Dew's unhappiness.

He'd even asked about it, but Dew had just waved him off, said something bullshit about creative differences—whatever that meant, and continued on with this somewhat one sided feud.

And well, Aeon hadn't been trying to replace anyone. He'd made it very clear at the beginning, that Aether had asked him to step in, this wasn't Aeon shoving Aether out of the spotlight.

Dew's eyes dart from Aeon's face down to his hands, the dusky color of his skin not giving away the tingling coldness in his fingertips, before Dew's lips curl up into something unpleasant, just as his eyes do something complicated that Aeon can't quite place.

Silences stretches over the practice room, the others had sort of shuffled off to the side, watching carefully, making sure there wasn't anything bad happening, but for the most part keeping out of it, trusting the two of them to deal with their shit in a decent manner.

And then, Dew finally sighs and pulls his guitar off, moving across the room to place it down carefully, "Let's take a break now. Reconvene in about fifteen minutes," he says, his voice tired, so tired.

Aeon removes his guitar as well, placing it down with care—it had been Aether's, one of his spares, a rush of magic woven into the strings, a good luck charm for him, and he rubs his hands together, moving to go take a seat on the low stage, letting his legs dangle off of it.

The others clear out, though Aeon can see that Swiss stops by Dew, leaning down to speak into his ear, but when Dew's eyes go hard, Aeon focuses on something else, rubbing at the tips of his fingers individually to try and coax warmth from his palms back up into the stiff joints.

"The coldness is part of your nature," Dew says, stilted and jerky, he's standing just in front of where Aeon's sitting now, arms crossed over his chest, "Quintessence, right? Aether said you were half that at least, probably why it's just your fingers that get the worst of it."

Aeon watches him warily, flexes his fingers a bit, though the feeling doesn't seem to come back any, "Just my fingers," he says, "Sometimes my elbows and knees, but moving around helps keep that from happening," His fingers stop for a moment, and he tilts his head, "What is your problem with me."

A pinched expression takes over Dew's face again, his brows furrowing a bit, "Change this close to a tour has me on the edge," he says, it's robotic and somewhat a lie and he can tell the exact moment that Aeon sees through it.

"I'm not trying to replace Aether," he says, "I'm not trying to step in and step on anyone's toes. I'm just here to play some music for the band and for Papa. I'm doing Aether a favor while he takes some time away." He presses his lips together, "Whatever is going on with the two of you, I'm not going to be an outlet for your anger. Not if we're supposed to work together."

Dew makes a somewhat frustrated noise and rubs both of his hands over his face, "There's no fight," he says, "I'm dealing with this, whatever it is, but Aether and I have been on stage for many, many years and this will be the first time that—"

He breaks off, but Aeon knows where he's going with it, can smell the way his scent sort of goes sad, at the prospect of leaving behind someone so important, "Ah," he says, trying to tread carefully, "I don't think taking out your...misplaced feelings on me is how to get over it though?"

He's always been blunt, but even he winces at how blunt he sounds, the words slipping out before he can stop them and he expects a push back, for the sadness to bloom into anger, but Dew just snorts softly, amused.

"The mouth on you," he says after a moment, shaking his head, "But, as much as it pains me to admit, you're right." he moves closer, sits down on the stage beside Aeon—there's space between them, and Aeon feels a bit on the edge.

"Can I?" Dew asks, holding his hands out expectantly, wiggling his fingers towards Aeon's hands, "I'm not going to bite, even if my previous attitude says different."

Warily, Aeon offers one hand as a sort of peace offering and Dew just snorts, grabbing at his wrist and tugging it closer—there's a brief rush of brimstone before the warm tips of Dew's fingers make contact with Aeon's cold skin; almost instantly, warmth seeps into him.

"Oh," Aeon says, looking down at where Dew's got their hands in front of him, each fingertip pressed together as he gently pours magic into him, "Neat trick."

"Aether gets cold hands too, not just his fingertips, so I guess you might be a little lucky you don't have to deal with the whole thing, but we figured this out shortly after my transition. Fire magic heats up quicker and neutralizes the quintessence that causes the cutoff." Dew says, his voice low and slow, almost like he's lost in thought.

"So its a magic thing?" Aeon asks, he's offering up another olive branch, another token of peace, "Is there a way to uh. Help? Other than the fire."

Dew shrugs and lets go of Aeon's wrist slowly, allowing the other ghoul to pull his hand back, easily offering up the other one, "Might have to ask Aether. You're used to using mostly earth magic, right? That's what I can smell on you. Maybe if you give your quintessence an outlet more, it'll gather up in your joints less."

Aeon hisses at the rush of heat into his cold fingertips, shoulders sinking as he relaxes into it; "I'll talk to him," he mumbles, "Not too good at the quintessence stuff, but I suppose I could try it out." He hums, wiggles his newly warmed fingers. "Thank you."

Dew looks up from where he'd been focused on Aeon's hand, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"For warming me up," he says, rolling his eyes, "And I guess, for finally talking to me about the shit in your head." He nudges his knee into Dew's, "I know I'm not Aether, but I'd hope that my time in the band could be something fond to look back on one day too?"

"Oh," Dew says, licks his lips, seemingly out of words, "I, yeah. I think so. I think we can create something good with this."

The answer comes out a little weird, but Aeon feels Dew's fingertips press tighter against his own and Dew's knee come to rest against him and it sort of dawns on Aeon then, a secretive sort of smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he presses his knee back into Dew's, a hesitant step towards a new beginning.

#mushy may #dewdrop ghoul #aeon ghoul #the band ghost fic #my writing #maybe when im not dying under you share not ill write that dew/aeon enemies to lovers slowburn #ngl i wrote this with my dear husband in mind who said he loves enemies dew/aeon haha

[axolotlclown]

We need to remember that Shubble stated that Wilbur would manipulate and gaslight friends and family. With this, we must be patient with streamers that were close to Wilbur. This was likely surprising and shocking for them. They may need time to come to terms with what has happened.

I have been vocal about how important it is for men to be critical about abusive behaviors. However, Wilbur had many close friends—some would even consider him family—and now they may feel they hardly knew him at all.

There is a deep stress felt by viewers. It is difficult to think we have given any amount of time or money to an abuser. Could you imagine a close friend right now? The pain and betrayal must sear. They need time to understand what has happened and come to terms with it. Many of them may not be live in the coming days (weeks even).

That being said, as time passes, criticism may be necessary. Complacency is not an option. Men that are willing to ignore abuse to protect an abuser are just as pathetic as the abusers themselves.

Let's give this situation time to breathe. I ask that we give patience and courtesy to those close to Wilbur at this time. But please do not forget that this happened. There may be a few streamers hoping to lay low and then drop a collab in a few months. Do not let them. This is too important.

#for now #the best thing we can do is spread awareness about abuse and offer support to domestic violence victims #i also want to add #that any previous art made about him was made with pure intentions #obviously its up to each individual to decide where the line is #but maybe lets not support him monetarily moving forward #that seems to be the move #anyway #please be kind to each other and give each other space #especially domestic violence survivors that may be here with us #and those who may have realized they were/are abused from shubbles story #i want to offer her and everyone around as much support as i can #if any domestic violence survivers have any stories they want to share #my dms and askbox are open #if anyone suspects that someone in their life may be abusing someone #this offer is open to you too #we need to talk about this #thoughts of dante #wilbur soot #shubble #im tagging this under shubble even though the post isnt really about her but i want the tags of this post to reach #whoever needs to read them

[eldritchqueerture]

okay okay okay but HOW exactly. how exactly did john kill Emily and Parker. he was trapped in the book. Emily was described to have been mutilated!!! in a fucking field!!! and when parker died there was no blood! did john take over arthur's body for a brief second? why has arthur never questioned it? how the hell was that possible

when kayne said "anyone who wouldve opened that book and taken what you took wouldve died. they all die." did he mean that?? cause per intermezzo other arthurs manage fine despite not being SpecialTM like our arthur. and WHY were they killed in such different ways??

#also its so. arthur says in s4 that he killed parker. by accident #but then he also kinda blames john for it as per 26 and john never argued with that #john fully takes responsibility for emily's death but HOW was he able to do that. how did he speak to her from the book?? #AND when exactly was he in the dark world?? at first i thought he was trapped in the dark world because of being trapped in the book but #if that were the case he wouldnt have been able to talk/kill emily or anyone else for that matter #UNLESS. he was something akin to the vanguard. ? #i dont think we ever get answers for those questions and it feels like the narrative is past these points so im sort of lost on those #if anyone can offer any insight please do #malevolent #niki.rambles #malevolent spoilers

[greatestwizardofthisage]

google how to get rid of arachnophobia in 1 hour because there’s a spider in your room and you’re now too scared to sleep in there until it’s gone but it keeps hiding so now you think it’ll be easier to just move out

#please help i don’t know how to survive this #i took 2 huge spiders out my room in the last few months and i thought i was getting better but this one has fucked me up #it’s a proper thick spider as well not one of those spindly ones #and he’s so speedy #like any time you even look at him he starts skittering about it’s horrible #i hate this so so much #does anyone have a spare room i can move in to i can’t offer any rent money but i do have a huge box set collection