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yeoosaangg · 6 months

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Love Me Harder || Kinktober - Day 30

pairing ▸ choi yeonjun × choi beomgyu × f!reader

now playing ▸ love me harder - ariana grande, the weeknd

⤷ ❝if you know about me and choose to stay, then take this pleasure and take it with the pain.❞

genre ▸ non-idol au, smut

warnings ▸ bondage, daddy kink, voyeurism, spanking, free use, throat fucking, gagging, praise, fingering, breeding, dumbification

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You are a young reporter that was assigned to do a story on bondage and BDSM, so you've agreed to be a bondage slave for a week to see what it's really like.

So far, you've read and signed three different contracts: one for consent, another for safety, and a third listing different kinks that you've modified to your liking.

Yeonjun: Before we start, I have some things to go over with you.

Beomgyu: Me too.

You smile at both men, thinking they look great together. There's so much love between them, it makes you wonder why they accepted the offer.

Yeonjun: I'll be giving you a rundown of the seven days you'll be living here and what to expect to avoid accidentally triggering you.

That's very considerate of him.

Beomgyu: But before that, I wanted you to know that it's been a while since I've let my dominant side take over. I may take it too far, so I want to let you know in advance that using the safety cues we've established is very much encouraged.

You nod slowly, registering the information in your head. You can tell he's genuine and truly does not want to scare or hurt you at all.

Beomgyu: I've been with Yeonjun for a long time, but he's a true dom while I'm a switch. It's difficult to navigate around it because there are days where I'm feeling particularly dominant myself but have no way to release it.

Yeonjun: It's true. Those days it's hard to figure out if he's just resisting to be a bratty sub or if he's just not feeling particularly submissive.

Beomgyu: Those days I have to call out the safe word so he knows not to push me. So when we saw your advertisement online, we thought it'd be a step in figuring out if a polyamorous relationship is what's needed.

That's a lot to take in, but it at least gives you insight to why they accepted this arrangement.

You hope one day they'll be able to establish a system that coincides with their needs. This makes good coverage for your article as well.

Yeonjun: Monday will be your trial run. You'll get to sit back and watch how Beomgyu and I navigate our relationship with each other. This is the only day we won't be sexual with you.

Sounds fair.

Yeonjun: The two days following, you'll be splitting chores and wearing matching clothes with Beomgyu. This is when I get to play with both of you sexually. But it'll start off lightly as to not push your limits.

You nod.

You read the contracts and it was clear they did, too. You trust them to treat you well.

Beomgyu: The following three days, you'll be my personal human fuckdoll. I get to dress you, feed you, and bathe you - basically take care of you as I wish whether it's sexual or not. Yeonjun will not be joining us until the very last day.

Wow, okay.

The room was suddenly getting hot.

Yeonjun: And for your last day, we'll both be fucking you. You will be ours to use however we see fit. This will possibly be the most extreme we'll be, so make sure to remember you have options to opt out.

Y/n: I understand.

Yeonjun: Great. We've already got your room situated. It's late, so we'll let you get some sleep.

Y/n: Thank you.

You stand up and bow before heading upstairs to the guest room. Your name was written on a white board, which hangs off a hook.

You have to remind yourself that this is for your job, nothing more.

Monday:

Beomgyu knocks on your door at 7AM on the dot. You were already showered and dressed in the clothes labeled for the day.

They definitely prepared everything in advance, which must've taken a lot of work.

Beomgyu: Good morning, Miss Y/n.

He giggles as he shows off his pink dress.

He had his hair in pigtails with pick ribbon wrapped around the band.

He looks adorable.

Y/n: You look pretty, Beomgyu.

Beomgyu: Thank you, Miss Y/n. And please, call me Beomie.

You nod while smiling.

Y/n: Well, Beomie, let's go eat breakfast.

He intertwines your hands together and walks with you down the stairs.

You both are greeted with the smell of pancakes and a shirtless Yeonjun. He was wearing grey sweats and an apron.

Yeonjun: Good morning, Y/n. I see my princess has grown attached to you already.

Beomgyu: Miss Y/n called me pretty.

Yeonjun: And she's right. Come give Daddy a kiss.

Beomgyu skips to his boyfriend and gives him a deep kiss, bodies pressed up against each other.

Yeonjun: Sit down with Y/n so she's not lonely.

Breakfast was comfortable to say the least. They included you in the conversation and kept you entertained until Yeonjun inevitably left for work.

You spent the next few hours watching Beomgyu clean the house and do the laundry. He did everything with a smile on his face, almost like he enjoyed being a housewife.

Beomgyu: Miss Y/n, would you like to watch some movies with me?

Y/n: Of course I would.

He let you choose what to watch and loved every single one.

He got a few texts from Yeonjun, mostly to check up on him.

Beomgyu thought it'd be fun to rile him up, so he asked you to take pictures of him in very provocative poses to send.

And Yeonjun's response got Beomgyu all hot and horny.

He was advised not to touch himself, but that only made the younger want to do it even more. And now that you're here, maybe he won't get as bad of a punishment.

So he spreads his legs open, holding his panties to the side as he works himself open. You only watched and filmed him, sending the videos when he asks.

So when nighttime comes and Yeonjun gets back home, he's got his boyfriend bent over the couch with his cock deep inside him.

This was after a series of intense belt whoopings.

Yeonjun: Such a fucking brat. Think Y/n's gonna stop me from fucking you stupid? Of course not.

You just watch them from the other end of the couch. Beomgyu was bent over the arm rest, dress still on as he gets drilled from behind.

Yeonjun didn't even strip down, work pants open enough for his cock to spring free.

You can see drool falling out of Beomgyu's mouth as Yeonjun slams his hips harder against his ass.

Yeonjun: Look at you, a whimpering mess for my cock. You like the idea of being watched by Y/n, don't you.

Beomgyu nods, looking up at you. This only make his back arch more. Yeonjun's cock hits his prostate, making the younger scream.

Yeonjun: Gonna cum for me, princess?

Beomgyu: Yes, Daddy.

Yeonjun chuckles and reaches around to pump his boyfriend's aching cock until he dirties the couch. He cums deep inside Beomgyu not too long after.

Beomgyu: I love you, Daddy.

Yeonjun: I know, baby. Sorry if I was too rough on you.

Beomgyu: S'Okay. I love when you fuck me like a slut.

They both clean each other up, getting ready for bed. You dismiss yourself and spend the rest of the night masturbating.

All of that riled you up more than you thought possible. You can't wait for what tomorrow will bring.

Tuesday:

Beomgyu once again knocks on your door right on the dot. But this time, both of you were wearing matching blue dresses with blue ribbons in your hair.

Beomgyu: You look pretty, Y/n.

You giggle and give him a spin. A fond smile pulls at his lips.

Y/n: Thank you, Beomie.

Beomgyu once again holds your hand as you walk down the stairs to the kitchen. Yeonjun greets both of you with a kiss on the forehead.

Yeonjun: Good morning, my little doves. I'll be working from home today.

Beomgyu: Really?!

Yeonjun: Yes, my precious baby. That means I get to be with you two all day.

Y/n: Sounds wonderful, Mr. Yeonjun.

You guys sit down and eat the eggs and sausage he's prepared. After finishing, you and Beomgyu wash the dishes; he rinses and you dry.

Halfway through, you feel Yeonjun press up against you from behind. His cock was out, rubbing in between your thighs.

Yeonjun: Look at you, being a good girl and washing the dishes.

Beomgyu giggles next to you. He can see you getting shy and needy.

Yeonjun bends you over the sink just enough so you can still dry the dishes. He pulls your panties to the side so his cock slides up and down your folds.

He slaps your ass, watching it bounce back.

Yeonjun: Want me to fuck you, darling?

You grab the plate from Beomgyu's hands and try your best to dry it. But you just feel so good.

Y/n: Yes, Mr. Yeonjun.

And who is he to deny you?

Yeonjun: Princess, why don't you stop for a second to kiss my darling? I bet you want to drink up all her moans as Daddy pounds into her cunt.

Beomgyu dries his hands before pressing his chest into your side. He pulls your face closer to him and kisses you at the same time Yeonjun shoves his cock inside you.

You moan into Beomgyu's mouth, his tongue exploring every inch of your warm mouth.

Yeonjun pulls your dress underneath your braless tits, squeezing them. He lightly smacks your nipples, moaning against your ear.

Yeonjun: Play with her pussy, baby.

Beomgyu's right hand travels down to your clit, swallowing a whine that slipped out from the back of your throat. The stimulation from both men was sending you over the edge.

Yeonjun: I think she wants to cum, princess. Let me hear her beg.

Beomgyu steps back from you, hand still rubbing your pussy.

Y/n: Can I please cum, Mr. Yeonjun. Feels so good.

Yeonjun: What do you think, Beoms? Does Y/n deserve to cum yet?

Beomgyu: She does, Daddy. She's been good.

Yeonjun: You're right, baby, she has. Go ahead, darling. Cum all over my big dick.

Beomgyu presses his finger against your clit to help you cum while Yeonjun rams his cock along your gummy walls. The knot in your stomach undoes itself, leaking around the thick cock inside you.

Yeonjun pulls out of you and has you fall to your knees in front of him. He pumps his cock a few times before cumming on your tongue.

Yeonjun: Swallow it.

You gulp down everything, showing him a clean mouth.

Yeonjun: Good girl.

You get up and get back to doing the dishes.

Beomgyu easily continues his task while Yeonjun fucks him. This must be a regular occurrence on the days Yeonjun stays home.

Beomgyu walks around with Yeonjun's cum leaking down his legs as you both split the chores. You're on laundry duty while Beomgyu cleans the bathroom.

Yeonjun sits in his office doing paperwork for his company. He honestly doesn't have to be there all the time given that he's the CEO.

Both you and Beomgyu come together to make Yeonjun lunch.

He has you two ride him when the stress gets to him. You both cum on him, leaving him a gasping mess. He still has to finish work, but he wants more of you two.

Yeonjun: Princess, please help Y/n into some rope. I'll meet you downstairs in fifteen minutes. You two better be on your knees when I get down there.

Beomgyu: Yes, Daddy.

Beomgyu grabs your hand and leads you down to their basement.

Y/n: What's downstairs?

Beomgyu: Daddy's Red Room. He built it himself.

You tilt your head, following behind him until your socked feet land on soft material. He switches the light on and the sight shocks you.

It was a BDSM sex dungeon with all sorts of thing.

Beomgyu: What color of rope would you like?

You look at the four options in his hands and decide to keep the theme of the day: blue.

He takes both of your clothes off, his touch lingering on your body as he takes in your fully naked body for the first time.

He can't wait until his turn with you.

He starts wrapping the rope around your body. He obviously knows how to make sure it's tight enough to stay on your body, but loose enough to not cut your blood circulation.

Beomgyu: You look beautiful, Y/n.

You smile shyly, looking away slightly.

He helps you onto the very comfortable bed, sitting you on your knees. You watch him tie some rope around himself, kneeling right next to you.

Yeonjun's footsteps eventually echo down the stairs until he makes it to the bottom.

He takes in the sight of you two pliantly waiting for him. You walks over and pulls Beomgyu into his chest by the ropes.

Yeonjun: Suck my cock.

His boyfriend kneels down, immediately taking his cock and deep throating him.

Yeonjun: Come here, darling.

You walk over to him and gasp when he bends you over Beomgyu's head. His fingers work you open, knuckles deep inside your swollen pussy.

Yeonjun reaches down with the other hand and pushes Beomgyu's head all the way down, tip hitting the back of his throat. You can hear him gag while you squirt on Yeonjun's fingers.

Y/n: Feels so food, Mr. Yeonjun.

He smacks your ass twice before making you stand properly. He cums down Beomgyu's throat, pulling him up by his throat.

Yeonjun: Both of you get on the bed, on all fours.

You two immediately do as he says, backs arched for him to see your holes.

He grabs two different hooks, and brings them down to both of you.

Yeonjun: This might be uncomfortable. Feel free to say the safe word if it's a no-go.

It was an anal hook.

He covers your hole in lube, using his fingers to work you open. He doesn't stop until you're gaping.

Beomgyu watches as his boyfriend slowly inserts the hook, your hole closing in around the end.

Yeonjun: God, that's so beautiful.

Beomgyu: So perfect.

You whine at the new feeling. Yeonjun presses a button, the chain rattling as it suspends your lower half in the air. You let out whimpers of pain, worrying both men.

Beomgyu: Are you okay? Should we take it off?

You shake your head, biting your bottom lip.

Y/n: Feels good.

Yeonjun massages your ass to soothe your aching pain.

He suspends Beomgyu by the ropes, ass hanging in the air. He reaches over to hold your hand.

To keep you grounded!

Because he saw the glazed look in your eyes.

At least that's what he told himself.

Yeonjun takes turns in fucking both of you to exhaustion, watching slump down while he fucks you two dumb.

Yeonjun: Should I breed the new pet, princess? Watch my cum spill out of her hole then fuck it back into her womb? Or should I spill it into your greedy asshole?

Beomgyu whines, Yeonjun's cock repeatedly hitting his prostate.

Beomgyu: Breed the angel.

Yeonjun: You like the idea of me fucking my babies into someone else?

Beomgyu: Yes, Daddy.

Yeonjun: Then cum for me so I can fill her pussy with my seed.

Beomgyu tiredly reaches for his own cock and uses Yeonjun's thrusts to spill his cum all over the satin sheets. He just slumps, Yeonjun unhooking him.

You scream when he suddenly slams his cock into you. His balls hit your clit, hips stuttering when he feels you squeeze around him.

Yeonjun: Can't even make sounds anymore, too far gone to even move. But your cunt is still hungry for my cock, darling. Why don't you cum for me, hm?

It was an automatic response, pussy squirting on his big and veiny cock. He spills inside you, fucking it as deep as he could.

You don't even register when he frees you from the hook, cleaning both you and Beomgyu up with a towel.

He carries you both upstairs to the main bathroom where the tub was big enough for both of you.

Beomgyu was coherent enough to help wash you up, but you were out of it. Everything felt fuzzy and tingles ran up your arms.

Your entire body hurts, but mostly your lower half. If you're already this far gone, how the hell were you going to survive the rest of the week?

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a/n: decided to make this a two parter since i'm sleep deprived. it'll be out in november! thanks for reading ‹𝟹

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kydrogendragon · 3 months

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Sad Dads, please, for the wip game

Sad Dad!! I really liked this au and had this typed out about it, but never got to making into a true fic form, but I want to one of these days!!

Okay, so this was a Human!Au I had in mind. We've got freshly divorced Dream who's still getting used to not having Orpheus in his life on the daily and dealing with arranging schedules between him and Calliope and overall, having a not so great time.

Then, we've got Widowed Hob with young Robyn who loves the beach more than anything in the world. Except, apparently, the chance to go to Disney World with his cousins.

Hob still has work to do when they're planning to leave, so he leaves Robyn to have fun with his family and insists that he calls every day since it'll be the first overseas trip he's taken without Hob. (Yes, he's still with family, so Hob knows he'll be fine, but he worries!)

Hob, meanwhile, decides to treat himself with a trip of his own. So he rents out a spot along the coast and plans to make some progress on his research publication with the sound of the waves.

When he arrives to the little cottage far removed from society, however, he finds a car already parked there. Said car belongs to none other than Dream.

It's late in the evening and the weather's coming down hard. Driving back out with such little light on the precarious cliff roads it took to get here would be ill-advised, so Dream, not wanting this man to die on the roads just because he wanted privacy, tells him to stay the night and they'll resolve this all in the morning.

Well, the downside to this house is, of course, there's only one bedroom. Neither looked for a place with more than one bed when it was just supposed to be them, after all. The couch is... well, it's not very large to say the least and the springs inside it are guaranteed back killers, no matter your age.

The two stay up for a while though. There's a fire going which is nice. Dream has already gone through half a bottle of wine by himself, Hob helps him finish it. Dream, deep into his cup, spills his life story onto the strange man who will be gone come morning.

Hob, in return, shares his own. He shares the fears he has of raising Robyn without El, of messing it all up. He shares the fear he has over this trip which should be a fun thing for his boy, but he's so worried that something will take him from Hob, just like it took away El and he'll be too far away to do anything to help it.

They talk and cry and drink and then talk some more.

It's late, the rain has just started to calm down, the fire is at a gentle crackle - mostly embers at this point - when Dream leans forward and presses his lips to Hob's. Hob is not a strong man. Especially when being kissed by such a gorgeous creature. The wine doesn't help. And it's been so long since he's been kissed or touched or anything. So he gives in.

And the two stumble to the shared bedroom and fumble their way through drunken hand-jobs and if they each have another cry about it about intimacy after going so long without it, that's between them.

In the morning, Hob's awake before Dream and works on making breakfast with the meager rations the cottage has on hand. Mainly beans and toast with eggs. Better than nothing. And good for the headache he's nursing.

When Dream comes out, he's prepared to make apologies but Hob cuts him off, saying he thinks they both needed that. A good cry, a good chuck of alcohol, and a reminder that they're not unlovable.

"Perhaps," Dream replies, thanking him for the plate of food. And so they talk more about their lives, about the mundanity of it now that they know the tragedy of each other. And if after breakfast, they put off calling the rental company a bit longer, neither of them mention it. And, if by lunch (once the headaches have started to fade and they've each showered and dressed), they decide to go explore the beach some, together, neither disagrees.

And if, perhaps, after their five days are over, and Hob has to leave first, they exchange numbers (and maybe a chaste kiss), they'll simply smile and know that maybe it's not the end of everything.

#dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #the sandman #ky asks #wip game

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gadriezmannsgirl · 11 months

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With you -Pedri González

Please, tell me you guys didn't forgot about this little thing over here because I didn't, this is the little "blurb" an anon asked me for and yes, I took a long time to do it but I couldn't get anything for this. Anyways, hope you enjoy it, guys!

Summary: Your love connection goes beyond everything and you two know it

"Do you really have to go?" He asked laid on the bed watching you pack clothes for four days, you were asked to go to this art exhibition that was being held in Madrid, it would benefit a lot on your scolarship, it was something serious and something big for you.

"Well, yes. I hope after graduating, work in Barcelona's art gallery"

"You don't need to work, mi vida" You roll your eyes

"I do need to" You replied softly looking at him

"You don't! I make enough for the both of us, our future kids and even their kids!" He replied as you looked at him with a smile

"Out future kids sounds good"

"Don't change the subject" You giggle

"It'll be four days, they'll pass quickly, amor. You'll see" You leaned over and kissed his pouty lips

But two days without your presence were enough for Pedri to go madly crazy, he swore your pillow had lost your lovely scent a mix of vainilla and your favorite perfume, that he couldn't get enough of and the fact his bananas laid untouched on the dinner table, meaning you hadn't tried to sneak behind them and eat a few ones.

Pedri groaned thinking of a solution. And he stopped feeling lonely when he found one.

You were currently greeting the judges that were going to qualify you, along with your profesora, Julia, if you were or not capable of directing a gallery as big as this one, it was your last semester in Uni and you were halfway done with your internships, this being one of them and you needed to give your everything at 100% to be fully accepted.

You were nervous, you had facetimed Pedri who reassured you everything would be alright and that you will smash it but you felt like vomiting at the moment you stepped a foot inside the place.

After a lot of battle and thinking, you had decided to put a navy blue dress with a not so long V cut and beige stilettos along with your hair down.

"Te ves divina" Pedri had said "Wish I could be there"

You wished that too.

After some words from the owners of the place, the judges and your profesora, the event started.

You were pretty busy explaining the technique of the paintings, the hidden emotions and the history behind the paints to everyone who got close to you and asked for your help.

"Señorita, disculpe. ¿Podría decirme el nombre de esta pintura?" (Miss, excuse me. Could you please tell me the name of this paint?) You heard his voice, the deep Canarian accent that made you smile, you turned around smiling and saw him.

Pedro was standing in front of you, with a smile on his handsome face, he was dressed in a suit, a view you don't get to see many times and that you loved it.

"What are you doing, amor?"

"Couldn't stand being far from you" You smiled

"You're whipped, young man"

"I'm in love, which is different" He corrected "I hate it when one of us has to leave and I love when we're together" You smiled "Besides, I'm injured and staring at Fer's ugly face isn't the same as staring at your pretty one" You blush giggling "Te ves hermosa por cierto" He said

"Thank you, you look pretty handsome too" You stared at each other for a few seconds, smiling you shook your head "Which paint did you said?"

"Anyone you want, I said that to grab your attention to be honest" You both chuckle as you grab his hand guiding him to your favorite paint

You told him everything you loved on the paint, the type of painting and like you were doing before, explaining every little detail of it.

"You can buy this?" You nod

"You can"

"And would you like this one in our house?" You smiled at him

"It would look great, yes. You don't need to tho" You shook your head "These are really expensive and I don't want you to-" He cut you off by kissing your lips lovingly. You smiled into the kiss letting yourself fall into his charm

"Y/N?" You heard your profesora's voice

"Miss Julia" You smiled lightly "Mhm... This is my boyfriend, Pedro González" You introduced him as she smiled "Pepi, amor, she's my profesora Julia Andrade" They nod before shaking hands lightly

"Surprise seeing you here, Y/N told me she would come alone"

"Yes, she did, but I missed her a lot and I also wanted to be here for her since it's such a big thing for her and hopefully her career"

"That's really nice" She cooded a bit "Fan of art?"

"Not that much to be honest"

"Opposites attracts"

"A lot" Pedri said making you chuckle

"Feeling proud of her? She's doing an amazing job like always" Pedro nodded

"One hundred percent, she's amazing, smart and passionated, I knew she would smash this"

"I still don't know that"

"No, he's right. The judges are blown away by you, Y/N. They're talking about wanting you in Madrid and Barcelona for the two biggest arts museum's in each. I'm extremely happy and proud of you, my dear" You laughed in disbelief

"Really?" She nods

"I would let you get away with it as a celebration gift but I think that may be up for later, you're being requested for one of the judges to talk about your experience here" And with that she left you two alone

You turned to Pedri who was already looking at you

"Éxitos preciosa" He said kissing your lips "I'll be here cheering you on, te quiero"

"Que te como la cara, te quiero" You smiled kissing him repeatedly

"Let's save that for later, go and do your thing"

"You won't leave?"

"¿Pa' dónde me iría? My place is with you. You're my everything" He kissed you once more "Venga, va. Go, smash, end with your night with a golden brooch and let's go to the hotel so we can have your celebration" You smiled nodding leaning up to kiss him once more

"You're definitely my person, amor"

"Well, I know that already" You both laughed "but you're also mine"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

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dracocheesecake · 1 month

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Don't Deal With The Chameleon

Summary: When Zhen still lived with the Den of Thieves, (when they were still above the streets) she asked a very simple question. Han gave her an answer, one he hoped she wouldn't forget- because he couldn't.

Warning: Potential spoilers for KFP4, though this is only canon to my rewrite, also mentions of child abuse, and implied violence.

“Why don't we try one on her?”

Zhen was only seven years old. It had been a simple question, asked absent-mindedly, as she and some of the other thieves polished up glass pearls to make them look real; they had another con they were going to pull tomorrow, selling them for some quick change to the suckers in the market. Han had a rag in hand, polishing a large glass orb, and glanced up at her.

“Hm? On who?”

“The Chameleon.”

Everyone gasped. They all stopped what they had been doing and stared at her, open-mouthed. Zhen clenched her rag tightly in her paw, muscles going tense. She never liked it when so many people stared at her. Nothing good ever happened afterwards. She glanced around, searching for an escape.

Han provided it. He glanced around at the rest of the gang and then waved his claws dismissively.

“Alright, everyone, clear out. I need to have a talk with Zhen, real quick. I think it's time to explain the Rules to her.”

One of the older members- an antelope, a woman Zhen only vaguely knew- gave Han some sort of look she was too young to decipher, though she was street smart enough to guess she probably wasn't supposed to. Han chewed the inside of his cheek irritably and waved her off, too, more vigorously than the others.

“Yeah, I can handle it. It's fine. I'm just going to explain a little something. It's educational. It'll be good for her.”

Now Zhen wondered if this was going to hurt; none of the thieves had ever actually hurt her before, Han especially had never even made such a threat, save as a joke- but Zhen had been around angry adults before, who had defined “educational” as hitting a child after she stole an orange to feed herself. She clutched the rag she held tighter, bearing her teeth just a little as he approached.

The pangolin just stood and looked down at her for a moment, searching. Then he sighed.

“Relax, kid. I’m not going to beat you. You asked a question, so I’m going to answer. It’s just a long story. I’ll make it shorter: once upon a time, there was a monkey named Bo, a snake named Biming, an antelope named Zimo, a leopard named Jun, and a little owl named Nuwa. Got that?”

Zhen nodded. She did relax some, now the threat was averted. Han smiled and nodded.

“Good. Now, here's the tricky part: they were some of the greatest thieves the Den had ever seen- the entire city had ever seen, probably, possibly the entire world- but that's boasting. Anyway: they made a great team, and they were very talented. Could steal the very pants off you before you even realized it- and in broad daylight.

They were good. When the Den had them, things were running smoothly. Everyone had more than they could eat and plenty of money to spend- Yeah, this was waaay before you. And then, Bo- remember, that's the monkey- he got this funny idea one day, right? He says to me, ��Hey, let's pull a heist on the witch up on that hill’.”

Han sighed and flicked the rim of his hat so it bounced somewhat, then shook his head.

“...I said: ‘Bo, that's stupid. Don't let that leave your mouth around anyone else or they'll laugh you out of here’. You know what happened next?”

Zhen nodded. “He did it anyway?”

“Yeah. And somehow, this numbskull talks the others into doing it with him. Zimo comes to me about it, and Jun was in for it just because Zimo was, and Biming- I thought she had some sense, I was wrong on that one- and then Nuwa! I couldn't believe it, but hey, if anyone could do it…”

There was some sort of shift in the atmosphere of the room, something Zhen caught onto immediately. Han's whole demeanor changed- but it wasn't immediately dangerous to her, so she had no real concern with it, yet. Still, it made her fur bristle.

There were round windows here, in the old warehouse, and on one side they got a good breeze- and on the other, a great view of the city. Han climbed up onto the crate just under one of them and stood to look out of it. The rag dripped a little in his claws.

“...They said it was just going to be a quick heist, simple: just to scope the place out, you know?- Nothing serious, not yet…just to make the attempt, just to see if a real job would be worth the effort. Surely, a place that big, her, with her reputation, the way she…She had to be loaded, she had to keep all that scratch somewhere, right?”

He swallowed. The rag made a wet squelching noise as he wrung it out.

“...They didn’t come back for awhile- I knew they wouldn't, heists could take any length of time, even just the run-downs, if you had to make a quick escape and lay low for a bit…But…this…I remember-”

He chuckled. It wasn’t a funny chuckle, more of a swallowing sound, like the noise a cat would make before vomiting.

“I thought, ‘Hey, they should be back by now- I hope they weren’t dumb enough to get caught. Wouldn’t that be some bad luck’?- And- And then…”

The rag he was squeezing went tighter and tighter into a spiral, as he wrung it between his hands. His feet were getting wet, as was the crate. Suddenly, he went perfectly still. There was a soft inhalation of breath. When he spoke again, his voice was perfect and glassy.

“...Bo came back. Just swaggering back in, bragging to everyone about how they did it, he was so, so, bouncy, swinging around everywhere, the way he always was after a heist- how he always had such energy afterwards, I could never wrap my- never- that's not the point. Look, he comes in…but what about everyone else? I ask him that, we're all askin’, he puts his hands up, all ‘I'll get to that in a minute’- ‘Well, did they get caught? Where are they?’- He says, ‘Relax, I'll get to it-’”

Han made that noise again. The rag squelched again. “...I noticed something, then. I was close enough to him to see it- look, he had this scar, right? About here?” He gestured with a claw to a spot just under his jawline. Zhen nodded.

“-Yeah. About there.” Han chortled, a genuine one this time. His eyes clouded over, somewhat nostalgic through the darker haze,, a patch of sun through the rain.

“He used to like to play with knives when we were kids- cut himself bad. I remember, one time I flicked a coin at him, burst it back open, and it never really healed right- the point is: it was a bad scar. Real nasty.”

His eyes darkened again. He tightened his grip on the rag.

“...He didn't have it when he came back. I noticed that. No one else did. He was talking over everyone, going on about how they snuck by the guards, climbed the walls, picked a lock or two- the usual step-by-step, that's how he was, he liked to explain himself real well, make an epic saga of it…That was right.” He nodded to himself. “...That was right…but it wasn't.

He swung around one of the columns, and then slithering around the other side of it was Biming, continuing the story right where Bo had left off…She had a nice voice. A clear voice, she was a good singer. That was right.”

Zhen furrowed her brow, but she wasn't confused. Han saw it, and he nodded again.

“...Then Biming went around a corner, and back around here's Zimo, continuing where Biming left off. He had a slight limp, but that didn't stop him from being a good pick-pocket. He noted, too, that they had almost got caught because of that lame hoof, but Jun managed to carry him, so they got pretty far in, alright…Jun continued where Zimo left off, and he confirmed it…Jun was a big guy, but a nice guy. He loved Zimo, you know…”

He bit his lip. He blinked, hard, a couple times.

“...And then when Jun went into the shadows, out came Nuwa, stepping forward…”

His breath shuddered. Again he had to blink hard before he could continue. He imitated a hoarse, feminine voice:

“...’We got in alright, that part was easy. We snuck past the few sleeping guards, and then we came to one of the corridors- probably around the north side. We crept along, searching for the treasure trove…’”

Han paused. He was shaking. Then he took the longest breath he had taken thus far. When he spoke, the imitation of a feminine voice changed into something harder, colder.

“...’And then they ran into me.’”

His voice broke back into its own. “The Chameleon, standing right in our midst, grinning right in my face- I knew. I knew, then…I knew it, I knew it, I knew…She didn't have to string ‘em- she…she didn't have to do anything. I knew.”

Han wrung the rag between his hands. It was bone-dry at this point. His eyes remained glued to the window, the last rays of sunlight striking the deep brown of his eyes golden- the glare must have been intense, but he seemed blind to it. There was a thick silence, and she saw his lower jaw trembling, heard the softest sound of his teeth chattering together- a nervous reflex. She didn’t know Han could be nervous, or afraid.

“...Those were my friends, Zhen.” He said, softly.

Zhen clambered up onto the crate with him, but even then she had to stand on her tip-toes and haul herself up with her paws to see over the edge of the windowsill, to see what he was looking at.

The sun had set beyond it, now, and she could see the compound that loomed over the city clearly: more than that, in the blue shade the muted colors came out more distinct, and now she saw the slight discoloration on the wall facing their den. She had never seen it before, never noticed it, it had been so weatherworn, scrubbed so perfectly clean…or so it had seemed.

Her eyes widened. A small gasp escaped her, and she turned to look up at Han. He was looking at her, and he saw she understood. He handed her the rag.

“And that,” he said, “is why we don’t deal with the Chameleon. That’s the greatest rule of them all, and the one you can only break once. Don’t ever forget that.”

Then he got down off the box and picked up one of the glass pearls. He held it for a moment, rolling it this way and that in his palm.

“...Anyway, these still won't cut it. HEY! Everybody! Get your lazy tails back in here-”

And after that, everything seemed to go back to normal. Han was joking around, making threats and promises and swearing along with everyone else as they polished their goods, though Zhen was certain she wasn’t imagining the slight dampness in the mood. Her eyes kept glancing at the window, at the sliver of wall she could see where she sat, and the story played over in her mind, along with that one rule, more precious than its weight in gold.

She went to sleep that night still thinking of the stains on the wall, and Han’s chattering teeth. And she wondered to herself: if she messed up, if she did the wrong thing just once, didn’t manage to get away…would it be her face the Chameleon wore when she came back here, while the real Zhen was left hanging?

#kung fu panda #kung fu panda 4 #rewrite #spoilers #fanfic #zhen the fox #han the pangolin #the den of thieves #ficlet #the Chameleon #angst #it gets dark in the undertones and implications #this is sort of just a word spill didn't put much effort into it but hopefully the emotion is there

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another-lost-mc · 8 months

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Karasu as a dad!!

a/n: omg that sounds so cute??? he'd be such a good dad.

➤ dad!karasu | headcanons

0.4k words | gn!reader | mostly sfw

As soon as you decide you want to raise a family with him, he's already planning what upgrades or renovations are needed to make his nest home safe and comfortable for you and a little one. (If you want more than one child, it'll be easier just to build or buy a bigger home later on.)

If you haven't discussed finances in great detail yet, his accumulation of wealth might surprise you. He's not cheap or thrifty, but he leads a simple life and his job pays extremely well.

Do you want to be a stay at home parent? Do you want to keep working or enhance your education? He's ready to support all your dreams because he can provide for your family so money isn't an issue for you.

He renovates his home office so it has space for a secondary nursery/playroom. He can work from home easily enough so you get plenty of time for your own self-care and daily routine/hobbies.

If his child is related to him biologically, they'll inherit his eyes and wings.

He likes to nap on the couch with your kid when they're young. Karasu wraps his wings around both of them—it's the cutest thing.

The child's D.D.D. (of course they'll have their own) will have a modified version of the AI software. "Hey KARASU" will trigger the bot as usual, but "Hey Dad" will open a direct link to his personal device.

He's a hands-on parent. He goes to all the school events, he volunteers to help with their extra-curriculars, and he becomes more active in the community. He's still a bit awkward and shy.

He thrives when his family grows. It gives him purpose and motivates him.

You think being a parent would interfere with your romantic relationship? Not nearly as much as you'd expect. Karasu discovers that being a parent is a very attractive look for you and it doesn't take him much to get riled up. He likes to shower you with love and affection throughout the day with little gifts and gestures. He likes to show you his appreciation intimately too, on his knees or his back—it's a good thing he opted to soundproof the master bedroom, he's still a little loud.

#my oc: karasu

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worriedvision · 1 year

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Here is part 2 of this fic! It's the one where Alhaitham and Reader were friends since they were young and there's a bunch of feelings that get tweaked about. I'd recommend reading the first part because it would bring the background to this part! I was planning on this being the last part but of course I had to leave it was a multiple ending thing because it would start to get way too long. Be patient, they'll come soon!

You decided to sign up for one of those speed date programmes. It was risky, and you heard the eligible bachelor's were downright creepy or some form of red flag, but you wanted to find someone that you could be with. Since your last conversation with Alhaitham, you never saw him in his usual spots. You knew he was trying to avoid you, and it just solidified that you ruined any chance of keeping the connection you had with him.

Your speed dates didn't go well, but neither did the other people looking for men. You land up making good friends with quite a few people, bonding over the stories you had of the guys at the speed dates that objectified their "potential trophy" as one man stated. As great as it was to make friends, and finding hobbies through them, you still yearned for a lover.

You couldn't stop thinking of him, and you thought getting someone to be a rebound would somehow help.

"Kaveh, why did you gather us here?" Cyno asks, Tighnari nodding in agreement as he looks over for a response.

"I want you two to sign up for that speed dating-"

"Hold on, none of us need that..." Tighnari trails off, Cyno crossing his arms and looking away. "What's this for?"

"Fine, I'll explain." Kaveh sighs, sitting down. "I've noticed Alhaitham sulking around the bar at the time the speed dating is taking place. If I was to guess, it has something to do with one of the people there."

"I would rather not find out how much strength he has by testing his jealousy." Tighnari protests. "He's a fully grown man, surely he knows how to make a move."

"...you two better keep the rest of this to yourselves, got it?" Kaveh asks, continuing before he can get a rejection. "I overheard a confession from his childhood friend and all-time crush. Trust me, it's obvious from everyone but them. He rejected them, explaining he wasn't interested in a relationship for the reason of needing to maintain one."

"I'm still not...oh." Cyno realises, sharing a look with Tighnari. "How about we both go along together. That way, if Alhaitham does try something, it'll be two against one. Not that I think he'd try that in public." Cyno suggests, Tighnari finally accepting it.

There was one day you couldn't go along to the session, work particularly hard, and the next session you saw Alhaitham with one of your friends. It was clear he was there as a successful match. As much as you didn't want to admit it, it hurt to see him courting someone after he told you he was emotionally unavailable for social reasons.

"Good evening." You hear a deep voice say, waving you over. "Care to join me?"

You decide to take a seat in between Tighnari and Cyno, the seat Cyno patted. You made friends with them, finding it nice that you were able to talk to them without looking for the chance to get away.

"Oh, _!" Your friend exclaims, hugging you before ordering a coffee. "The one time you weren't here, a handsome man came in!"

"I'm happy to see you've got someone." You smile softly, knowing for a fact Alhaitham was staring at you. They walk back after getting their coffee, Alhaitham engaging in conversation once again.

"Still not over him?" Cyno asks, you nodding. "Don't force it. From our conversation, I can tell you don't need to do speed dating to find someone."

"I have to agree with Cyno here." Tighnari hums out, taking a quick glance. "He's certainly moved on quicker than you have."

"I mean, it was one sided." You brush off. "It only makes sense that he was able to move on. Maybe after my confession, he decided to give romance a chance." You shake your head, groaning out. "I shouldn't be telling you two about my failure of a romantic life."

"I find it quite interesting." Cyno reassures. "Well, if you are interested, feel free to join me at a table any time I'm here. Due to work, I can't come often." Cyno nods, leaving for his work after waving goodbye to you.

"Oh, that's so sweet of you!" You head your friend exclaim. Looking over, you can see Alhaitham with a small gift for his date. Alhaitham responds with a simple 'I know', which does actually go well, before walking out with his date - walking them home.

"He isn't worth crying over." Tighnari grumbles, turning to you. "I think Cyno is a better match for you. And I'm not just saying that to be a wingman, I know Cyno is better with these things." Tighnari reassures you, taking his leave after finishing his drink.

The bartender looks over the moment the door closes, and they decide to throw in their opinion for free.

"The whole time Alhaitham's date wasn't looking at him, he was stealing glances at you." The bartender states. "He was here the time you weren't, and I think he was looking for you."

"So he's decided to use a friend of mine to find out where I am?" You raise a brow, thoroughly confused. "He wouldn't do that."

"Whatever you say... Just saying, he looked bothered when you were talking to your new pals."

#gender neutral reader #genshin impact imagines #angst #tighnari #cyno #alhaitham #alhaitham x gender neutral reader #alhaitham x reader

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spvncereid3 · 2 months

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I was thinking would you be able to do like Hotch comforting Reid after a rough case with like blankets and snacks and stuff like that? (Please solve my daddy issues)

OH MY GODDD!!! in my mind this is early seasons spencer and hotch!! I'm so sorry this took so long, i've been hella busy but I promise I'm getting to the requests asap!!

Warnings: Mention of child abduction, mention of child endangerment.

The team was on the way back home from a child abduction case in Arizona. While everyone else slept on the plane, Spencer stayed awake, staring out the window as he thought about the young girl that had survived. They caught the unsub, but at what cost? Someone’s child was on life support, barely hanging on. Spencer had an eidetic memory, so it wasn’t hard to remember her name, but now it was burned in his mind. Olivia Warren. Her name would be a constant reminder, telling him that he was too late. He wasn’t quick enough to save her.

“Reid.”

Spencer’s attention was drawn away from his thoughts as he turned to face Hotch, who had been reciting his name.

“Hmm?” Spencer hummed.

“I asked if you were okay,” Hotch repeated.

Spencer nodded, “I’m fine. Just a hard case, is all. I feel bad for her family.”

Hotch knew what he was referring to, “We did what we could. At least we know the Unsub won’t strike again.”

Spencer chewed the inside of his cheek before nodding hesitantly, “Yeah.”

“Try and get some sleep, okay?” Hotch suggested.

Spencer nodded, resting his head on the pillow he had pressed up against the wall.

Once the jet landed and the team got settled back in the BAU, Spencer got to working on some files he needed to finish. Most of the team ended up going home after such a tiresome day. It had dwindled down to Hotch, Spencer and Rossi.

“Reid? Can you come see me in the bullpen?” Hotch called out.

“Coming!” Spencer replied, finishing a thought on his current file before making his way up to the bullpen.

Hotch had set up pillows, blankets, snacks and a projector.

“What’s this?” Spencer asked confusedly.

“Well, I thought you seemed quite stressed about the case so I thought we could…talk. You can finish your files tomorrow, I’ll extend the deadline,” Hotch stated.

Spencer gasped in excitement, “Donuts?!”

“Yes. Your favorite, right?” Hotch said as gestured to the chocolate frosted sprinkle donuts.

“Yeah! How did you…” Spencer asked, his eyes wide as he looked at Hotch. It warmed Hotch’s heart to see Spencer so happy.

“Because I wanted to make you feel better, that’s all. Let’s talk,” Hotch said, gesturing for Spencer to sit down.

Even if he did have a lot of files to finish, Spencer didn’t argue because Hotch was right. This case had bothered him. He sat down, pulling a blanket over himself.

“So, you can talk to me and I’ll try and offer my wise unit chief advice,” Hotch said, leaning back in his chair.

Spencer hesitated, grabbing a donut. He set it down on a napkin before speaking, "How do you deal with it? I mean, if we had been there approximately 4.2 seconds earlier, she would've been conscious."

Hotch inhaled deeply, "It's not the first time it's happened to me but I also know that you put an immense amount of pressure on yourself because of your intelligence and skill. I try to admire the good parts - the fact that we caught the unsub and that they'll never hurt anyone again. Or I try to push myself the next time I'm short on time. Everyone deals with it differently and you'll figure it out over the years, but it's the same with any other case; you can't dwell. It'll take a toll on you."

The speech made Spencer think, but not in the way he always does. The two continued to talk for an hour or so, about the job and how Hotch has managed to cope all these years. It was a great talk and ultimately made Spencer feel much better, which was Hotch’s goal. By the end of it, they had gone through most of the donuts and they were both exhausted.

“Thank you, Hotch. Seriously,” Spencer said as he folded a blanket.

“Anytime, Reid,” Hotch smiled, patting Spencer’s back.

“Uh…How did you know what donut was my favorite?” Spencer asked curiously.

“I have my sources,” Hotch said.

Spencer chuckled, “Goodnight, Hotch.”

“Night, kid,” Hotch replied as Spencer made his way out. And for a rare time in his life, Hotch smiled. He smiled.

#spencer reid #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #fluff #doctor reid #agent reid #agent hotchner

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hunkahulkaaburningfudge · 2 months

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Hey, I’ve just seen this reddit post and thought you would be interested to see it! It’s quite the prediction of what the rest of the Marvel Studios projects will be leading up to Avengers 5 and beyond.

What do you think? I am probably also burnt out on Marvel projects, but I think I would be interested in most of this as long as it’s of a higher quality than Secret Invasion. 😅 I mean, I definitely would see this Young Avengers film for Kamala Khan… and I’m curious to see how Dr Strange is paired up with Clea. It’s just gotta be good, you know?

Also, I saw in a comment about the TV shows that save for Ironheart (which was filmed last year) all of those are going to be 9+ episodes long. Honestly, that just might be for the best — maybe they finally know what we want. 🤞

Doctor Strange 3 in 2027 😭 Looking at the list made me realize that I barely care about anything lol. I'm looking forward to some of them, but there's a lot in that list I'm not interested in.

Young Avengers...I don't know. I love them in the comics, but I'm not that interested in them in the MCU for some reason. I don't know if it's because of the lack of news about Hulkling, who should've been introduced in Secret Invasion or the Marvels, or a lack of faith in how they'll adapt the characters. I like MCU America, but that's not America Chavez. She's basically an entirely new character who's just America in name and powers, not personality. I have zero faith in their capability to accurately show Billy and Teddy's relationship if Teddy is even introduced. And it's wild if he isn't introduced; how can you have Wiccan without Hulkling? Plus, how are they going to deal with a Jewish boy (if the MCU doesn't erase that, too) having a mother who joined a Nazi terrorist group?

I'll be seated for Kamala (I'll always support South Asian characters), but the ages of the characters are so weird. Kate is 23, and she's supposedly a Young Avenger, but she’ll probably be like 25 by the time the movie comes out. Steve literally led the Avengers at 27. Plus, Peter was 16 when he became an Avenger.

Stephen and Clea have so much potential to be a great couple, but I'm scared that they'll mess it up because the MCU isn't great with romance. They already have family drama since Clea is Dormammu's niece, and the two entered the Dark Dimension at the end of DS: MOM. But I'm scared that they'll ignore that, like how they ignored the Mordo post-credit scene from DS 1. And they'd actually have to give a damn about Stephen instead of making Scarlet Witch ft Doctor Strange again.

I'm meh about Vision Quest right now, but I'll be the first one to watch it if they adapt Tom King's Vision comic for the show and introduce my funky robot daughter, Viv Vision. Vision (2015) is one of my favorite comics of all time.

Wonder Man...ugh. He's the worst, but Trevor Slattery is in it so at least it'll be funny. But he'll probably be very different in the MCU since he isn't connected to Wanda and Vision. He better stay away from Carol, too.

I honestly forgot Ironheart was coming out 😭 But yes, you're right. All of them have the potential to be great, but that's doubtful looking at their track record lately.

#ask

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hi ! i really like your analysis ! thanks for great analysis on tsukasa and WxS. tbh, i'm really exited about how WxS World Link Event could be ?! like, it will effect the SEKAI somehow. i would like to hear if you have any opinion on WxS World link ! it's always fun to read your opinion and analysis.

Ooooh! WxS World Link Event!!

One thing I have been curious about Wonderland SEKAI and the plot for WxS is how much WxS is all about the future (goals, dreams) and yet their (or Tsukasa's SEKAI) is about the feelings that he have held since he was young, which is "wanting to make others smile". But now that Tsukasa is striving higher (world-level star) and it's not only a dream but something he could realistically aim for, where in the SEKAI is his ambition reflected in?? I mean, in one of the area convos Nene and Rui said that Wonderland SEKAI is so big they thought there are areas they haven't known yet. So, maybe rather than a new location appearing, the VS just decided to show them said area because now they're working towards the same goal as an independent troupe and not just a bunch of friends working together, and they also think that it'll help Tsukasa in the long run if he knows about it too...?

Soooo I think World Link Event will open up an area that will reflect his ambition one way or another. My evidence for that is:

The above about how Wonderland SEKAI reflects Tsukasa's wish to make everyone happy but not his current goal which is to become world-class star--something that has been his main plot point ever since Pop in My Heart. Also, we need to clear it up that WxS is created from Tsukasa's feelings alone because unlike how intertwined Mafuyu's plotline with Empty SEKAI is, people who didn't read WxS main story thought that Wonderland SEKAI is WxS' collective SEKAI or even Emu's because of how whimsical it is and how it doesn't reflect the current Tsukasa.

The many contents for WxS!MEIKO recently (cards and com songs). I have a running theory that she represents(?) Tsukasa's ambition and boldness because most her appearance are always in events about the future (she first appeared in the Christmas event where WxS got their first 'rival'; Island Panic, Pop in My Heart, Phoenix Sky, and Our Happy Ending events are also related to the future of WxS).

There's a JP twt post about how the new stamps for 25 are related to their World Link Event story (Mafuyu thinking about how she wanted to be with everyone still, Mizuki about how they also needed to think about what they'd do after running away, Ena decided to face her struggles head on now that she knew she could help, and I haven't read Kanade's yet but probably about how she wishes for Mafuyu to be happy), so I believe all groups' (including WxS) are also related to their world link story as well

With that in mind, I want to guess that the chapters will go Tsukasa -> Emu -> Nene -> Rui. Maybe it'd be obvious that the feelings that create whatever-the-new-location-is is not from the feeling of wanting to make everyone smile. So when confronted with such a location in SEKAI, Tsukasa is confused about what it means for him (and finally accepts that it's his feelings ALONE that created Wonderland SEKAI) because he doesn't understand why whatever-it-will-be is in his SEKAI in the first place. And then Emu comes to the rescue, telling Tsukasa not to think about his own feelings alone and that they'll figure it out together as WxS. They talk and then come to the conclusion that the new location is a reflection of Tsukasa's ambition to aim for a world-level stage. So Nene renews her resolve again, because she thinks of Tsukasa as a fellow rival and she doesn't want to lose to him in terms of feelings. And lastly, Rui promises Tsukasa that he will draws out Tsukasa's potential as the best director Tsukasa can ask for, now that he knows how big Tsukasa's ambition is.

So... I guess the short version of the what I think WxS World Link event would be is: Tsukasa reflects on his present feelings, Emu and Rui resolve to support Tsukasa (and Nene), and Nene resolves not to lose against Tsukasa.

#pjsekai #project sekai #proseka #hatsune miku colorful stage #wonderlands x showtime #ask

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goldenlavendered · 14 days

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welcome to my enclosure I have many thoughts and doodles abt lila (shipping mostly)

[ID in ALT!]

hc dump under cut (it gets LONGG lol)

General:

anthro au specific but since my Skid & Lila are both cats, some nights they'll just sit in total darkness (bc cats can see in the dark). it is great and enriching for both of them.

adding onto that, ever since Pump started coming over they added some glow in the dark star stickers along the walls to help him find his way around :)

Lila is transfem to me . I don't need proof or elaboration this is just something I know in my heart /lh

she probably started transitioning pretty young, which is something she feels lucky for. her parents were supportive ^_^ !!

that being said, her parents were rather protective, and she didn't get out too much as a youngin.

-- that is why she was so lax with Skid going outside. she was kind of overcorrecting for that.

She was probably deep into alt fashion in college (elaborated on later)

Shipping Opinions:

I am just some guy on the internet, if you like a ship I don't, that's great and I love that for you! Live your life.

Goldenlavender (x Jaune): gestures at url. I think it is funny. also.

I feel like they've quietly been pining for a very long time now, but they've both been friends for so long and don't want things to change.

there's something quiet and unstated, but definitely there between them. they don't kiss or anything, but they hold each other really close and aren't too shy about being affectionate. you know?

women who are best friends.

also ross would finally have a parent who can pass off as a natural reason why he has black hair. he is beating the hair dye allegations!!!!!!

Grapecandy (x Kevin): I'll be honest right now. I keep thinking Kevin's, like, 17.

He isn't, I think. But I literally didn't even think of him as being a suitable option for her for a while LMAO

I think I can sum up all of the wagegang x Lila thoughts here: It just doesn't compel me, unfortunately. I don't see their potential dynamic as being particularly funny, or spawning interesting drama. Shrugs. Sorry!

specifically w Kevin though I think they would break up as soon as Skid is brought up LMAO. like he doesn't hate the kid but he isn't ready to be a stepfather imo.

(x Bob): Do they have a ship name? Anyw the age gap isn't my main issue with it. Lila's in her late 20s at the youngest, and they're both adults. I don't think anyone means tiny witch Lila when they bring this ship up anyways

nor is the stalking or attempted murder. I had a creepypasta phase, these behaviors are obviously Very Bad irl but they can be interesting to see in fiction. morbid curiosity and whatever.

My main issue is that their potential relationship is so much more interesting if it isn't romantic, you know? Like, how do they know each other? What was he to her? Why did she react so strongly to seeing him in her past? She seems eager to try to reject the idea that the man in the photo is him, but why? Was he important to her? Did she care about him?

TL;DR: I want more fics abt these two's relationship, but specifically non-romantically.

Deadflowers (x Patty): Not sure about this ship name. I don't see this one often. Anyw, I don't actually have any thoughts on Patty, so this is going to be super short.

I think they might have a nice time together on a date, but I don't think it could be anything serious.

Though, if they did.. overworked x overworked means they'll have to take care of the other, even tho it'll mean they call each other hypocrites for working so much all the time.

I could see it as a background/dressing ship, but not really as the focus of anything. sorry girls

Poisonwine (x Skid's Dad): I want to know more from onscreen canon first!!! But I think they could be super interesting!!!

The tweet that implies that he didn't care bout Lila is. hROUUUGH (<- thang whose heart is breaking). He didn't care, but did she know that? Did she care? I feel like she did..

There's no way Lila doesn't know about the cult. I'm a believer that she was a part of it herself until he died (the robes, "Remember Lila") ...Did she join because of her own beliefs, or because her husband was in it? Did he have to coerce her at all?

I think he was a good dad to Skid.

You may notice this is a lot of me dancing around what I actually think they're like. That's because I don't want to really solidify any specific readings of what's going on here. I am embracing the future with open arms!!

they're t4t tho this is non-negotiable /silly

RoyalPurple (x Carmen): this was supposed to have its' own section but now I'm making a fic with them so just. wait a minute there HAHAHA /silly

(& Streber): this is a Specifically platonic headcanon but I like to think they ve gone to the same university. They're definitely in diff strands, Streber to Engineering and Lila to Architecture, but they could've met through an org and just been pals.

They weren't suuper close or anything, but they were birds of a feather. Girl who goes to class with chokers and giant boots, and guy dressed like a victorian fantasy LARPer.

I think she sent him flowers or a get well card in the hospital :) [miserable hand shake between them abt being personally victimized by Bob]

The Ships That Don't Have Doodles

these will just be single bullet points!

(x F. Gregor): same comments as wagegang x Lila; doesn't compel me. Nothing's wrong with it, I just don't see it.

(x Dexter): this is only funny to me because I draw Lila and co as cats in the Anthro AU. he calls her a stupid bitch, we can move on.

(x Jack): I could see a onesided crush from his side, like "the lady who keeps calling is kinda cute" but I don't know if I could see it getting serious. she can give him a smooch if he wants, as a treat.

(x John): ok this one could actually be really cute. eatyourmaker's post abt Skid and John getting along is super adorable and I could maybe imagine Lila hitting it off with him after seeing how much he cares for Skid. maybe Skid plays matchmaker. this could work. I like it.

(x Ignacio): in the deleted scenes she tried to beat a teen to death for calling Skid a dumbass, I don't think she could get over the threats.

(x Fat Thief/Thin Thief): this could be funny if she was still mad at them for breaking in repeatedly. she doesn't seem threatened by them just irritated LMAO

(x Frank): childhood friends who don't really talk but are chill with each other. they're funny. I don't feel the romance tho. S&P's cool uncle

(x Pump & Susie's Parents): Pump & Susie officially get Skid as a brother AND they finally have one (1) parent who isn't always absent, just sometimes absent. other than as a background detail tho there's nothing here.

(x Mayor Evermore): they would ignore each other on the street on purpose

(x Moloch): he didnt get to but he WOULD call her a bitch.

(x Richard): poor man's Lila x Carmen

(x Spider): please let my girl beat the spiderfucker allegations.

#pegg rambles #spooky month #lila spooky month #lila sm #sm lila #spooky month lila #spooky month sr pelo #not tagging anyone else or the ships bc I am already tired thinking abt it

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Ancient Roman jewelry lost in the bath! My favourite juxtaposition of art, history and human foibles. Thank you, Sam! 😊💕🖼 Will anyone in Askazer-Shivadlakia be turning up ancient Roman jewelry? 💍 Or ancient Roman garum (fish pickle) jars? A-S would’ve been a prime site for ggarum production. 🐟🏺

I have been stashing away so many articles about Roman ruins and remains, you have no idea :D They'll find more olive oil than garum, but so far I haven't written a ton on it, so it's yet to develop fully.

While it'll involve a great deal of Jerry and Alanna, as it's on Jerry's estate, it's going to be the romance for Richard, the palace librarian, and whatever archaeologist he manages to turn up to excavate it. Not super fleshed out yet but I do have some fun business with the initial discovery.

Ioanna/Joan, a young teen who we will meet first in Royals-Ramblers when Gregory and Eddie adopt her, has been assigned by Gregory to help her uncle and grandfather sort things out, and she and Michaelis have pressganged Richard into helping.

"Definitely a floor, then?" Jerry asked.

"I mean, I can't see what else it would be," Richard said thoughtfully. "Like His Grace, I'd need to look a few things up before I made a definitive call, but...it looks early to me. I assume you're going to have it excavated, we'd know a lot more if we could see more."

"Hoping you could help with that," Jerry said. "Anyone got any ideas on how we go about excavation? Who do we call for things like this?"

"I'll speak to one of my old professors, he'll know," Richard said.

"If it's a floor, would it still be safe to walk on?" Joan asked. "Or would all the -- "

"Tesserae," Richard said.

"Would they chip or crack?"

"Well, they're designed to be walked on. Looks like the grout is pretty well-preserved. Stone is stone -- if it were later they might be glass or terracotta, and then I'd worry, but -- "

Richard broke off, and all three men chorused Joan! in various tones of dismay as she propped herself on her hands, kicked her legs out in front of her from a crouch, and landed lightly on the blue and white tile.

"Yep, pretty durable," she said.

"Ioanna," Michaelis said, voice deep with disapproval. She gave him a cheeky grin. "I did not teach you to ask forgiveness instead of permission so you could tromp around on a priceless ancient Roman floor!"

"Joan, please," Richard said.

"You said yourself the grout's fine. Seems durable to me," she said, crouching again to get a closer look.

"If this were Noah, he'd already have fallen through a sinkhole," Michaelis said to Jerry.

"If this were Noah he'd be much better behaved," Jerry said pointedly.

"I don't know about that," Michaelis sighed. "Joan, do try not to move around too much."

"Look, you can see all the layers," she said, running a finger up the wall of dirt at the edge of the pit.

"That's the stratigraphy. If you're going to be down there, you might as well take some pictures," Richard told her. She nodded, snapping a few with her cellphone, then tucked it in her back pocket, frowning. She reached out, brushing at a small patch of dirt near the bottom, and came away with something in her hand. Michaelis covered his eyes with his palm, sighing.

"Here you are, Richard," she said, straightening. "Pull me up."

Richard reached down and grasped her arm; Jerry, instinctively, grasped her other above the elbow, and together they lifted her out. She wasn't very tall, and she was still slimmer than her fathers liked; it wasn't difficult.

"This ought to help," she said, pressing the object into Richard's hand. He studied it, blinking.

"What is it?" Michaelis asked.

"It's a coin," Joan replied.

Richard looked up at them.

"It's a silver denarius," he said. "It's what would become the penny, eventually."

"Good luck to me," Joan observed.

Richard pushed the denarius up between thumb and forefinger, studying both sides. Leaning close, it wasn't difficult to see the writing surrounding the little bust on the coin.

"Does that say Augustus?" Jerry asked, awed.

#shivadhverse

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But what if Lorenzo was in ROF? Hmm? What if he was Santi's second cousin? What if I got to kiss him?

(I'm so sorry)

What if???

NON CANON NON CANON NON CANON NON CANON

(This is mostly a crack fic, both The Wrong Way where Lorenzo comes from and Room's on Fire are post-apocalyptic, and ROF is not TLOU universe, there's no indication that ROF had zombies. And lets say Lorenzo and Zach aren't committed at this point. Don't think too hard on it all.)

Lorenzo was visiting his second cousin, Santiago. He heard he had a wife now and also husbands??? His side of the family was always a bit strange.

So his cousin was a cult leader! Lorenzo worked for a raider who had kidnapped a 20 year old

Well, this girl was 22 but she at least seemed to be there willingly.

"And then she'll have a child and he'll bring peace on earth." Santi explained over dinner, his wife sitting next to him. She was pretty, but Lorenzo didn't quite grasp why Santiago would want her when he had a slew of stunning men around him. At his right was his right handman, Francisco who he seemed more handsy than with his wife.

"Uh huh, right, that's crazy, man." Lorenzo wasn't really listening, he was too busy eyeing their guardsman. Jonah, he heard Will say. Older, crazy cheekbones, greying brown hair, and a cocky sway to his hips Lorenzo liked. He wondered if Jonah was gay. He'd find out.

Madonna was nodding along, looking up at her husband as he spoke and smiling. At the very least she seemed excited.

After a while, Madonna retired to her painting room to 'Allow the men some time alone', and Lorenzo and the guys went to the parlor for drinks. Francisco asked if Lorenzo smoked and when Lorenzo said yes, he gave him a blunt. The night was fun, minus Ben, Will and Santi bragging about their sexual escapades with Madonna. Lorenzo was more interested in whatever the hell was happening between the four men. Natural chemistry was radiating off Francisco and Ben, and Santi was clearly also eyeing Will, but nothing really compared to how much the focus was on Madonna. Funny, the world could end but straight relationships were still prioritized.

Leaving to go to the bathroom, Lorenzo ran into Madonna crying a tray of snacks.

When the tray fell, cheese and crackers scattering on the floor, the disappointment in her face reminded him of the young girl at his home.

"Hey" He spoke, helping her clean up. "Don't worry about it."

Unlike the girl, she didn't cry, she just seemed frustrated.

"This always happens." She mutters.

"What does?"

Madonna sighs. "I can't seem to get this right" She shakes her head.

Lorenzo was still confused. "What's this?"

She stops, knelt down at the floor with her pretty dress across her legs. "Being a wife. It hasn't really... come easily."

The girl and Madonna had similarities. Their youth, passivity, femininity, but there are differences. These things come easy to the girl, as soon as she had freedom she took care of Joel and Tommy, and even Lorenzo and Jack. "Sweetheart, you're doing great. I ran into you. Here, let's just..." He put the cheese, meat and crackers on the tray, reorganizing them with the garnish. "Bring this to them, I won't say a thing."

She looked at him hesitantly. "But, they were on the floor..."

"It's mostly the crackers on the floor, it'll be fine. Where I live, I've had to each much worse to survive. I promise they'll be okay."

Madonna looked at him, nervous but she acquiesced. "Okay... yeah, okay..."

She smiled up at him, and he smiled back. Lorenzo helped her up, straightened her dress and hair and let her go happily, excited to care for her husbands. As she walked away, a skip back in her step, Lorenzo wondered where she fit into this world. It seemed like she was almost a pawn. The four men had decades of life before her, and goddamn how many of them were sucking dick? She was only 22, how could she possibly navigate this world and complexities?

Lorenzo shook it all off. He had one young girl he had to keep alive already, he just hoped Madonna had enough people around her.

Speaking of which...

Lorenzo noticed how Jonah hovered over her, how she looked to him for reassurance. He seemed fatherly to her.

Lorenzo went to the bathroom and then went to find Jonah. He wondered, in a household of much more open sexuality, where Jonah laid on that spectrum...

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Anyway IDK I just liked this

Jonah isn't necessarily gay or bi in canon, but I thought Fen would enjoy the idea of them fucking

I LOVE YOU FEN!!!!!

#Rooms on fire #crackfic #non canon #the wrong way series #lorenzo tag #lorenzo aleverano #jonah hanson #the wrong way drabbles #the wrong way #rooms on fire drabbles

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 4 months

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An Easy Conversation - A Malevolent fic

Parker isn't looking forward to this confrontation.

He knows they'll all come out hurt.

He tells himself if he learns enough, it'll be worth the cost.

He might be wrong.

Part of the Surrogate series. Written with @sepiabandensis.

AO3

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He couldn’t see a way around it.

It wasn’t ideal. It carried risk. It could go real bad, and the fallout would land on Sunny’s head. But the longer this went on, the more horrifying information they got, the less Parker knew, and those quiet parts (the parts nobody was saying, as if anything could hold more shame or horror than what had been said) felt like traps waiting to spring.

Arthur’s explanations were never great when it was about personal things. The guy could give a court-worthy recitation about anything that didn’t touch his heart, but when it did… fuck. He fell apart and kept repeating the same damn sentences over and over, louder and louder, as if that somehow gave them more meaning.

John didn’t remember. So that was out.

Sunny had no idea, either, since he obviously hadn’t been there (and Parker worried, now that he’d seen more of John and Hastur, that Sunny maybe wasn’t telling him the worst parts with Larson, was leaving painful things out).

Faroe was too young. Parker had grilled kids in the past when necessary, but he hated doing it, and considered it not an option now.

That left Hastur. The King in Yellow. An actual fucking god, who could speak shit into existence and maybe skin Parker for fun while the Court toasted with fine champagne.

This was a dangerous course of action, but he couldn't see another way.

He’d already have gone after his suspect if he didn’t have to bring Sunny with—but there was no way to keep Sunny safe, to keep Sunny out of it, tucked in bed or sitting in a nice diner or, fuck, even on a nearby roof with a sniper rifle.

Sunny had to be face-to-face with whatever the hell Hastur was to him, and had to hear Parker’s questions, and field Hastur’s potential answers.

Sunny was gonna come out of this bruised, and Parker saw no way around that, either. He sighed heavily, rising from his push-ups and walking out onto his balcony, where he leaned, looking down at the lake.

Lake Hali was fun as hell to swim in. Probably because they were getting away with it. Thoughts of skinny-dipping with Sunny (impossible, but so lovely) briefly intruded, and Parker shifted, his body automatically responding.

He shook his head. Distracting himself now from the hard things? Great. That would solve his problems.

Penny for your thoughts? Sunny said, lightly teasing.

“Eh,” said Parker. “Got something to do today that I’m not looking forward to so much.” He kept his tone easy, careful, a little too smooth, because he knew Sunny would pick up on it.

Sounds like something someone with a partner shouldn’t do alone.

Parker smiled. “Yeah. Maybe.” He took a slow breath. “I’m thinking I need to talk to Hastur today. Ask him some questions. But that’s not the kinda thing a partner would do to his partner without discussing it first.”

It’s been almost the two weeks we negotiated. I… I’m going to be honest, Parker, I don’t know that I’m ready, but I don’t know that I will ever be ready. Sunny let out a deep, bone-weary sigh. Is it… Alright, that I’m scared, still?

“Absolutely. I’m scared, too. He’s… this isn’t just some guy who maybe could get a good punch in. He’s got powers, and he ain’t human, and doesn’t work like humans do. My biggest concern is you.” This felt like a last chance: “I try to encourage you not to… you know. Withdraw. And you’ve done so good with that. You’ve stuck it out, no matter how hard it’s been. But Sunny, this is the guy you came from, and the guy you want to become in time. So. If you need to do that… I’ll understand. If it gets messy.”

Sunny’s breath hitched, just once. That means… everything to me, Parker.

“I love you, sunshine,” Parker said softly. “I got a job to do. I care about Arthur, and this whole mess we’re in. But I love you. So. I gotta pursue this, but I don’t see a way through it that keeps you out of it. And maybe I’m just dumb, and there’s a way, but I don’t see it. I’m sorry, bud.”

I love you too. He let out a soft, disquiet rumble. I appreciate the thought you put into this, Parker, I really do. But I also… As much as I don’t want to, and I very much do not want to, I also need to know. We need to know what the fuck is going on with the King and Arthur and everything else if we’re going to keep playing any sort of role in this… whatever it is. And… He let out a soft laugh. Well, I can’t exactly punch out windows for you, but… maybe I can give you a sounding board, or keep the King calm, or… I don’t know.

Parker swallowed. “All right. Fuck, Sunny, you surprise me all the time. Thanks for having my back here.”

You’re my partner, Parker, he said. There’s nowhere else I want to be. And, after hearing about… He paused, letting out a soft groan. We need to know. I need to know. I’m… I’m missing too much, but I can at least… I know you’ll help me through it. Yeah?

“That’s not even a question.” Parker was relieved. He hadn’t been sure how Sunny would respond. This was the best possible result. “Right. Let’s nail down what we want from this bastard. Okay?”

Okay. Arthur’s side left off when John was returned to him, in Addison; that leaves us with nine years unaccounted for. His voice was deliberate, thoughtful. To my knowledge, he disappeared from Earth by most measures about three years after he escaped Addison; that’s probably about when he came to Carcosa. That gives us a rough date.

“So that was nine years… and Faroe’s about that age. Which means while Arthur was running from Larson, Hastur was already digging her up. Am I right?”

John had rejoined him, and then was returned to Arthur within the span of a few earth days. He was almost certainly furious. I imagine Faroe was reborn shortly after, yes.

“Somewhere in there, something bad happened.” Parker’s voice was rough. “Something he hasn’t recovered from. He’s missing something, Sunny. I’m not okay with it, but I want to know what happened.”

Something so serious they needed to invoke an Outer God to try and fix it, Sunny rumbled. We’ll find out, Parker. And we’ll get through it, both of us. I promise.

“Together.” He stroked his jaw. “Right. Court’s about to break. I think we can grab him. If you’re ready.”

Ready as I’ll ever be.

Parker chose to believe him. He went and picked some of their better clothes—nothing court-worthy or overly fancy, but nice enough for church, as folks in Boston used to say.

Parker went to Hastur’s throne room, keeping along the walls, avoiding the flow of beasties and ghoulies and whatever they were, all clanking with weapons and jewels and nonsense. He slipped between the doors, again following the walls, but keeping his eyes on Hastur by the throne.

The King hovered up there in all his glory, tentacles waving in the air as if he hung in deep water, his robe rippling in a non-existent breeze.

That guy had a zillion eyes. Parker knew the guy saw him. Well, important guys had to do things in a way that made them feel in charge, and Parker didn’t care. He settled behind a pillar, in the shadow, leaned against a wall, crossed his arms, and waited.

Hastur, being an important guy, took his time. At least he was thorough, emptying the room before coming their way.

The doors closed with a distinctly ominous clang.

“I see you wish for my attention,” said Hastur, voice rumbling through the floor, the wall, Parker’s bones.

Yeah, yeah, gods and their party tricks. “Got some questions for you, sir, if you got some time.”

Hastur had the gall to sound amused. “I believe I can spare a few minutes for my most honored guests.”

Sunny was quiet. Parker was glad that Sunny was quiet. “They’re picky questions. Might be a little upsetting. You still willing to have it out?”

Hastur laughed.

Parker had to admit it was a damn effective laugh; it was dark, throaty, deep and scary, a sadistic and ancient sound that vibrated all along the souls of mortals like plucking taut strings. It took real effort to stand through that, to fight back the instinctive surety that this sound presaged his death.

It wasn’t the first time Parker had looked down that barrel, and he stood his ground.

“I am willing,” said Hastur finally. “Provided, of course, that your ‘partner’ is in agreement.”

I share many of the same questions, Sunny said, subdued. Questions we need answered, if we are to play our part. Parker and I are in full agreement.

“Then your audience is granted,” said Hastur, gracious and amused.

“What the fuck did you do to my best friend?” said Parker.

Hastur went still.

Parker waited. With humans, silence was a great way to get them talking. With gods, he wasn’t sure, but there were a lot of similarities, so maybe…

Hastur sighed. “Be more specific.”

“You want specific? Sure. We can do specific. What happened to Arthur Lester and John Doe after they left Addison?”

“You’d have to ask them,” said Hastur mildly. “I wasn’t even in that world.” Those tentacles were moving slowly, gracefully, and Parker had decided that particular motion was the same thing as a liar staring too directly into one’s eyes.

“Then how were you involved with them before they were brought into your world?” said Parker.

“Are you so sure I was involved?”

Parker’s look could melt butter. “Yeah.”

Hastur laughed again. “Sunny, you have quite the partner here. You must be constantly entertained.”

Sunny was being very, very carefully neutral. Arthur disappeared about three years after he left Addison, Hastur. Magic could not find him—I would know, because Larson used every scrap of power he could to try. And, I am meant to understand, that appears to line up with when you debuted your new Court Composer. What do you think of that?

“I see,” said Hastur softly. “So what you are truly asking is how much of his current condition is due to my manipulation.”

Parker’s eyes narrowed. This asshole was perceptive. It was a warning not to take lightly. “Yeah. In part.”

“I broke him.”

Sunny made a small noise.

So Sunny knew what that meant, then. Parker didn’t know. Should he show his hand and ask for clarification? Or pretend he knew? Maybe this was a compromise: “How? What’d you do?”

Hastur was silent for just a moment too long.

“The fuckin’ truth,” said Parker, sharp.

“Are you going to start smashing my tableware if I don’t reply?” said Hastur with amusement designed to rankle.

Ooh, Hastur was a tough nut. He knew how to say things to make them dig in, like some kind of chigger.

On one level, Parker was enjoying this; he felt matched for wit, and couldn’t let his guard down for an instant. On another… fuck this guy and the horse he rode in on. It probably had tentacles, too. “The truth,” he repeated, refusing to be distracted.

And apparently, Hastur decided to stop playing. “When I tried to take over his body before, his passion and guilt over his daughter’s untimely death by drowning on his watch while he composed music for her was powerful enough to keep him anchored. I was unable to remove him from his body.”

Parker stared.That was… more detail than he’d known. That was a lot. What the fuck did Hastur mean by keeping him anchored? “Felt that strongly, did he?”

“He did.”

Hastur… Sunny said, his voice stunned and horrified and so, so soft.

Fuck it. “You mean literally remove him. Kill him?”

“Replace him. John was already inside him; once reminded of who he truly was, John reached through the portal to me, and I reached back. We would have joined in Arthur’s body and been free on Earth… if not for that memory.” Hastur’s many limbs approximated a shrug.

John could do that?

This was tilting out of control. Parker fought down the urge to pace, or shout, or just start smashing plates. Not that there were any in here, but he would not fail that easily. “Okay. So that memory kept him anchored.”

“Yes. His guilt. His shame. And he took my piece away from me, convinced him he could be ‘human,’ and fomented a proper little rebellion.” Oh, that tone; so dismissive, so old-anger cruel.

“Yeah,” Parker finally said. “John’s not gonna reach for you now.”

“No,” said Hastur. “Then, however, I decided the way to bring my piece home was to render Arthur’s mind a pile of broken glass. It’s very effective, you know, when you want a human to do something.”

Right. Hastur was looking for a reaction. Goading.

Keep it together, Parker thought, swallowed, and had the dangerous thought that he was glad he wasn’t the one being interrogated by Hastur. “What’d you do?”

Parker, Sunny said, voice trembling.

“Do you wish to tell him?” Hastur said.

You didn’t, Sunny whispered. Please. Please, Hastur, tell me you didn’t.

“Your host wished for the truth,” Hastur said, casually cruel.

Parker steeled his voice. “What did you do?”

“I sought and found his daughter’s soul in the Dark World,” Hastur said, like describing buying ingredients to bake bread. “I took her DNA from her grave. I remade her. Then I raised her. I raised her in love, because immature humans imprint upon such things. I did so with every intent of bringing her to him, happy and delighted, calling me father. She would force him to apologize for murdering her—not that she would know what it was for, but he would—and then, I would tear her to pieces, slowly, while he was helpless to do anything but listen to her cry out to her father and beg him to stop.”

Parker couldn’t breathe. His face felt numb.

“Obviously, that didn’t quite play out,” said Hastur, still so damn casually, and Parker knew his buttons were being pushed, knew this performance was manipulation, but it was too much, over his limit, beyond what he could bear.

Beyond what anyone could bear.

Parker’s throat worked. Nothing came out.

“I realized how special she was,” said Hastur. “So instead of killing her, I kept her. That, as it turns out, was just as effective. Arthur Lester broke. John refused initially to come home, but I would have overcome that in time. Unfortunately, that was when the Outer God—”

Parker twisted at the hip and slammed his fist into Hastur’s nearest tentacle as hard as he humanly could.

It made a rubbery thump, and did not move under the force of the punch at all.

There was one moment of stillness.

“I know that didn’t hurt you,” said Parker, low. “Gets the idea the fuck across, anyway.”

“Do you hate me now, little host?” said Hastur, smooth and honeyed and aggravatingly pleased.

“Yeah. Think I do.”

“That is a shame… given whom you carry.”

Fuck.

Oh, this guy was good. Really good. Came with the territory, probably, god of madness and all, but he’d done it: knocked Parker right the fuck off-balance, ending any chance he had of doing this objectively.

He knew he needed to keep pushing. He needed to find out what broken was, because it was obviously more than depressed, more than kicked while down. There was magic involved, and it had cut something out of Arthur, and he wanted to know how to get it back. Did Hastur have it? Could it be returned?

He needed to do that, but he also knew himself, and knew it was too late. Parker was so angry he couldn’t fucking think. “Proud of yourself?” he said quietly. “Using a kid? Breaking a man who never deserved it? Fucking up everybody’s lives?”

“Yes,” said Hastur mildly.

“You outmaneuvered a little mortal guy. Wow. You’re real special.”

“I am.”

“You didn’t win, though, did you?” said Parker, who knew it was stupid to say. “That Outer God’s got you by the balls, no matter how many you have. You didn’t win.”

“No,” said Hastur. “I did not.”

Oh, now there was humility? Now, Hastur was being vulnerable? Sure. Sure, he was. Parker’s voice rose. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Whatever you want it to mean,” said Hastur the Unspeakable, light and smooth.

Parker… please… said Sunny.

And Parker knew (he really did) that Sunny was afraid Parker was going to get hurt, was going to somehow trigger Hastur into doing damage.

But Parker felt like it was the other way around. Defending Hastur. In any capacity, defending Hastur, because this was the guy Sunny wanted to be at the end of five years.

In that moment, Parker was done. For right now, at least, so very fucking done. “We’re continuing this later,” he managed, turned, and marched back out of the throne room.

Hastur let them go.

Parker?

Parker was silent. I’m sorry, Arthur, he thought, because he’d bailed, because this delayed everything, because he’d underestimated his opponent before going in and got himself a hell of a black eye.

Parker. Talk to me, please.

Parker could not. Not without saying something he knew he’d regret. He could not.

Parker… Sunny sounded like he was going to cry.

“Fresh air,” Parker ground out, and stomped right for the front gate.

#malevolent #malevolent fic #malevolent au #parker yang #sunny | yellow malevolent #hastur malevolent #kiy malevolent

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carry-on-my-wayward-gays · 1 year

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And That One is You: a Bird of Prey spinoff

Howdy! Another little drabble based on @roxie-roo 's Double Life au, Bird of Prey! Pure fluff this time I promise :D

"Come on.. We don't have too much longer left... the evening is young. Let's make the most of it."

"I've got just the idea."

Tango searches their chests. He pulls out pouches of loose redstone, shards of quartz and iron shavings. Jimmy watches, curious, as Tango tinkers over their crafting table. They don't have a lot of materials to work with, so Jimmy is surprised seeing what Tango is managing to do.

Wires are crafted with redstone and iron shavings. Quartz is used to conduct signals to their designated place and it's all encased in a wood box.

A radio. Tango's crafted a radio.

"Let's see if we can get a signal." Tango grins, placing it on top of a chest and immediately messing with the dials.

"And if we don't?" Jimmy asks.

Tango shrugs back. "Then we'll go loot chests for a jukebox and some discs."

Jimmy loves how optimistic he is. Even with so little time left, the hybrid is so positive and doing everything to make sure their last moments are ones they'll remember forever.

Then, the radio crackles to life. It's super static-y, and the speakers are weak. Jimmy thinks that if they turn it up any more than it's already at the thing would combust, but somehow it fits. It's absolutely perfect for the both of them, and just them. In their little ranch.

"There we go, now we just gotta..." Tango twists and bends the antenna, searching for something.

Jimmy waits. And waits. And-

The song is so muffled. It barely pierces the static, but there's a song.

Tango turns the dial for the volume, testing how high it'll go before it implodes... or something.

And with your admission, that you feel the same, I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of

Tango stretches out a hand, silently asking Jimmy to take it. To dance with him.

And Jimmy does.

Tango pulls his soulmate close. He hums lowly with the song as the two sway and spin in a small, slow circle. One hand rests comfortably on the small of Jimmy's back, the other laced with his partner's. Jimmy's other arm was looped around Tango's neck and rested comfortably on his shoulders.

Tango licks his lips nervously. "I don't want to set the world on fire, honey," He recites quietly with the song. Jimmy gazes into his eyes fondly, hanging on his every word.

"I love you too much. I just want to start a great big flame down in your heart." Tango smiles. Jimmy giggles, stopping their dance and pulling Tango in to kiss him.

Tango kisses back eagerly, and takes Jimmy by surprise by dipping him as they lose themselves in the kiss. The blond chirps in surprise, but makes no move to stop the blaze hybrid dipping him.

"I like this." Jimmy whispers. He doesn't need to, but it just feels right. "I wish it could always be like this."

Tango rests his forehead against Jimmy's and sighs. "Me too, songbird." His thumb rubs shapes into Jimmy's side where his hand supports the avian. He feels endgame sadness creeping up his throat, and he quickly swallows it in fear of spilling it where he doesn't want to. Now is not the time to mourn, but celebrate.

They'll meet again. Some day, somewhere.

"Come on, another song." He lifts Jimmy up and flicks the antenna around until it picks up something more upbeat. Jimmy's wings fluff up happily.

"Another dance?"

#shadow's scribing again #team rancher #trafficshipping #double life smp #double life #double life fanfic #bird of prey au #double life au #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #tangotek #tango tek #rancher duo

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all four hedgehogs for the ask game

Sonic:

My boy! I don't talk about him a lot, but I think Sonic is a great character. He is incredibly inspirational to me, and I think I'll always have a soft spot for him because it is through his games that I gained the level of English I have now. Sonic is tremendously powerful, and I like how he both just does whatever he wants, but that "whatever he wants" is helping other people. He's got far more layers to him than you would see at first glance, and that is why I think it's sometimes hard for fans (myself included! I tend to make him too idealistic imo) to get him right. So yeah, a highly intriguing character that I cherish deeply!

Shadow:

Another cool character! This is interesting, because I was wayyyyy too young to play Sonic Heroes when it came out, but I do not disagree with the sentiment that reintroducing him one (1) game after SA2 was perhaps too quick. Especially considering the four storylines and twelve characters of Heroes, it feels a bit... odd? That Shadow just appeared again with amnesia and not that much attention brought to it, not at all helped by all the confusion of the Shadow Androids and whether or not he was the real one to begin with. Then add Battle making things more confusing with him allegedly having his memory back, and then StTH on top, haha. That being said, I think he's got a solid characterisation in '06, and I like his backstory and design a lot as well. I can certainly see why he is so popular in the fandom.

Amy:

Huh... I also like Amy, but none of these statements are really applicable, haha! I like Amy's optimism and her being the heart of the team, but also her occasional no-nonsense attitude and the fact she can be hot-tempered. She's not only a sweet innocent lil bby girl, but she's also not constantly angry and therefore unlikeable because of that. I would say that the early 2000s had WAY too much of the latter, what with her constant chasing after Sonic in just an unfun way to me (still thinking of her characterisations in Rush and Battle there), but she's gotten a lot better over the years, I feel like. She's sweet and kind but knows what she wants, and I quite like seeing her appear.

Silver:

My favourite character <3 <3

Usually I am not fond of the "So Literally Me" statements, but there's quite a few things in our personalities wherein Silver and I match. But what I like about him is that he's also got characteristics that I lack myself, such as his determination and his never-ending hope and just how far he is willing to go to make everyone happy. I find it incredibly inspiring! It did not take long for Silver to become my favourite (at first it was Blaze for a few months), and somehow he always finds his way back to the position. I really cannot think of anything about him personally I dislike: it's mostly just that it seems very difficult for fans and official/"official" media alike to see just what makes him who he is. He's not a weakass bby cinnamon roll 100, but he's also not a rage-driven idiot asshole (where my hot take of the day is that in the Rivals games, they actually manage to strike a balance between both these extremes as well!), and the only game wherein he was truly shown as naive and easily deceived was '06. There's a lot going on with his personality, and I love dissecting it all.

I would love to see more of him; I understand why Sega swiftly removed him from any large roles following '06 and its reception, but I also feel that Silver is becoming more popular again, at least on Tumblr. So maybe one day he'll get a game of his own, or be featured in a larger role than in prior instalments? Iizuka did say it is not impossible, in 2018. I do wonder how they'll make it work with his powers in a game series that focuses on speed first and foremost, but perhaps it'll be less of an issue if he's not presented alongside a speedier Sonic. Regardless, I'm (almost) always happy to see Silver appear!

#thanks for the ask! ^-^#silver the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #long post

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