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desires-of-chain · 5 months

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Hiya! Saw requests were open- how would the chain (or at least Twilight, Sky, Wild and Four) react to reader entering sub space?

Ouuu, I like this thought 😏 Reader is GN (No specifics) Characters: Twilight, Sky, Wild, and Four WARNING: 18+ CONTENT MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Twilight

~ The first time he got you in that headspace, mfker was worried but slightly SMUG. He heard of it, but the fact he got you in it...ngl, he's tootin his own horn.

~ The sight of your bleary eyes with small tears at the edge of the waterline, staring up at him with a delirious smile. Bringing him closer to your face while rolling your hips up into him, moaning unashamed as his cockhead nudge against that sweet spot.

~ "More," you breathed. Gasping when he pinched your nips, licked your neck and suckled a pretty bruise onto the skin. Slapping your sex lightly to making you cock drunk.

~ Even if you sob for more, he knows the limits and refuse to go any further as you are on the brink of sleep. He takes such good care of you, pressing kisses against your cheeks, forehead and lips.

~ Telling you how good you were for him while wiping you down with a wash cloth. He slowly brings you out of the space and cuddles you close.

Sky

~ He was hella worried when you didn't respond to him. AT. ALL. Never heard of sub space tbh, while yeah, he heard some things here and there, but he blocked it out for the sake of his being.

~ Even when he tried to pull away to see if everything was alright with you, he struggled. You kept him close to your body, pulling his cock closer to you which made him whine in response.

~ He's shaking and shivering in overstimulation, moaning so sweetly for you that it made your mind go deeper into that space. It doesn't help that he's also going into that head space too. The want, the urge and the feral need to fuck you so good into the bed.

~Even after you cum, he's still going. He's still mindlessly fucking you whether fast or slow, his cock is so thick and fills you so good. Shared kisses that are deep to where spit and saliva is everywhere.

~ There may or may not be an off chance that you both end up falling asleep after a mind-shattering orgasm shared between you two. It's almost the next day when y'all finally woke up.

Four

~ Oh, he's SMUG smug. Look, he hears talk about sex around the blacksmith shop. All. the. DAMN. TIME. It's good tea to listen to while he's working.

~ He coos at how cute you look so cock drunk off him, greedily wanting his cum so bad after he just spilled a load across your face. He calls you a slut and spanks your ass while pushing you face down.

~ He's so rough, if you want him rough. He spits into your mouth and makes you swallow it then smearing his cum across your lips. Four really gets into it though he do know his and yours limits, do not worry.

~ If you want him to be soft, he can be. He'll praise you while fondling your sex or fingering your hole. He'll dirty talk, he'll kiss your skin, bite, mark, whatever you want. Four will do it with pleasure.

~ When it is time to tap you out of it after he deem enough was enough, he'll ask you questions. Talk to you so you can gain your surroundings while wiping you down or making you drink some water.

Wild

~ I know most people would say he be smug, but I'm gon go ahead and say he's shock. He's shock that he's able to get you into that space at all. He heard stories from over passing travelers that they had gotten their s/o's or a one night stand they had, into that sub-space before.

~ Imagine him blinking in surprise before smiling shyly and doubling his efforts to keep you there since you were moaning so prettily for him. His ears are definitely flapping without a thought and he may or may not slip into that space, cause fuck, the sounds.

~ The sounds of your messy hole made him burn from his shoulders to his stomach. That coil was tightening ever so tight he almost ends up blacking out after he cums.

~ He just couldn't stop. His body and yours were slaves to the desire that ran through your veins.

~ You both will prolly end up tuckering each other out and fall asleep. Wild holds you close throughout the night and definitely spoil you with a good breakfast and cuddles in the morning.

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ashleyfableblack · 6 months

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With a gust of green flame Queen Chrysalis Sparkle appeared in the disaster-zone that was the West Tower royal laboratory of her wife. "Twilight? I-"

"Honeybug! Thank you for coming home early."

A wide-eyed Queen Twilight cautiously prodded at the hissing spider with a pair of tongs. It lunged and snapped at them with its chelicerae. It backed away from her, it's forelimbs raised in a threatening pose. As it sideled sideways, looking for an opening in Twilight's defenses she maneuvered the tongs like a shield.

A concerned Chrysalis regarded the scene with a raised eyebrow. "That is a Green Widow."

Twilight continued her defensive dance with the irate arachnid. "Correct!"

Chrysalis looked from the hissing creature to Twilight and back. "And why is it here in your laboratory with it's acidic spittle and venomous bite which could even kill an alicorn, like my wife?" Her horn crackled with a whisp of green flame. She drew close to her pony wife, ready to interpose herself.

"I know you're concerned, honeybug." Twilight quickly attempted to reassure her. "I'm fine- WOOP!" She ducked as a thin spray of grey mist shot past her shoulder. It's impact left a smoking buckshot pattern on the nearby bookshelf.

Chrysalis pursed her lips, her fangs scraping against the chitin in worry. "I see." In a gust of green changeling flames she created an invisible shield around Twilight.

"The potency of the green widow's venom is legendary and it's precisely why this one is here. Green widow bites in the Whitetail woods are rare but they have a very high mortality rate. I need to retrieve a sample of its venom to continue our local hospital's research into developing a viable antivenom. This little fellow was volunteered by our local wildlife wranglers for the process. Normally Fluttershy would be handling this but she's come down with the ponypox."

The spider kicked a few of the broken tongue depressors out of its way. With an angry chomp it hefted up the tattered remains of a plush doll, made to resemble the buttercream pegasus and flung it at Twilight. "I'm afraid this little fellah is not in any mood to cooperate."

"Why do you have a little plushie of her?"

"Discord left it here after our last tea-time." She traded knowing eyes with her wife and shrugged. "I didn't ask. Anyways, I was hoping you could help with this moody little guy, with your people's knowledge of the creatures of the deep woods, I theorized you might have an insight to its behavior or at least be able to hypnotize it momentarily."

Chrysalis chuckled. "I'm so glad you had the good sense to ask for my help." She kissed her wife's horn and gave it a playful nip with her fangs. "But mesmerizing it with my enchanting gaze won't be necessary, beloved."

Chrysalis turned to the spider and made a series of clicks and whispered hisses. The furious arachnid set down the beaker it had hefted overhead, prepared to hurl at Twilight. The two hissed and spat back and forth for a moment as Twilight watched in wide-eyed surprise. They were communicating. She was still learning just how helpful it was to have a wife who had literally been almost every species of creature in the world.

"You speak its language?" Her brow furrowed. "It has a language?"

The creature angrily stomped it's forelimbs as Chrysalis nodded. Occasionally it pointed at Twilight and made a particularly disgusted sound, slapping its pedipalps together.

Chrysalis sighed. "Yes. Of a sort. Most sapient beings do." There was a slight tinge of irritation to her words.

"Chrysalis!" Twilight used her magic to retrieve a pencil and note tablet from a nearby desk, excited to record this new knowledge. "This is incredible! Equestrian science knows so little about the green widow!" She hadn't even considered this discovery. "Ooooo! What did it say?"

"Well, for starters, Her name is Miss Mugglywumpus. She does not appreciate being snatched from her burrow and she is very offended by your eyelashes."

Twilight blinked. "My… eyelashes?" The spider hissed and reared up again.

"Yes." Chrysalis looked back to the angry spider. "You've been fluttering them at her in a very rude threat display."

Twilight lifted a tiny mirror to examine herself, suddenly very self-conscious. Normally she was very proud of the inky black cilia which framed her almond-shaped violet eyes. Chrysalis often complimented her on their "come-hither" quality. She supposed they might resemble antennae or some other form of limb to the right perspective.

Her changeling wife continued. "Not only that but your aggressive blinking has been signaling very crass remarks about her hygiene, the size of her abdomen and capacity to spawn a respectably-sized brood."

"I WHAT?!"

Chrysalis motioned to the creature with her serpentine eyes. It glared up at Twilight with all 8 of its crimson peepers. Fangs glistening, forelimbs folded across it's thorax. If there was any expression in a spider's body-language which might indicate it had been the recipient of a potent yo-mama slam, this looked to be about right.

Twilight gave a dejected sigh as Chrysalis placed a consoling hoof across her withers.

She had expected today to be quite eventful. However, as Rainbow Dash might say, she did not have 'sparking a first-contact disaster with her face' on her bingo card today.

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go-river-flows · 1 year

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Welcome back to the Avatar Programme

Part 6 of 13

Summary: I was part of the Avatar programme. Simple as that. Then that changed after the schoolhouse incident.

Just want to apologise for the late upload. I had a lot on my plate and was working a lot this week. And the photo below was taken from Pinterest, since I couldn't find any gifs of Norm on tumblr. Lol I also wanted to change some of the dialogue parts, Na'Vi will be in Bold Italics like this: “You're jealous.” I think it makes it a bit easier to read and flows better.

“Jake. Jake!” Grace called out, her torch in hand, flashing it in his eyes checking for dilation.

“He’s in alpha,” Max said, “He’s coming out right now.”

“Come on back, kid. Come on,” Grace continued. Jake’s eyes responding as all of us huddled around his cradle. “That’s it.” She slapped his face a bit, as he gasped in confusion, finally waking Grace and Max helped him sit up.

“Is the avatar safe?”

“Yeah Doc. And you’re not gonna believe where I am,” he chuckled wheezily.

I sighed, relieved that his avatar was someplace safe and relatively unharmed, or so Jake says. Liz, one of my research assistants, pulled me back to my office and handed me the cases. She stood in the doorway, arms across her chest watching me unpack all the samples, identifying them and handing her the ones she needed at that moment. She stood staring as Norm poked his head over Kat.

“Hey,” he gently knocked on the door frame, “I wondered where you disappeared to.”

I looked up at him, eyebrows quirked.

“I'm here. I'm always here,” I say bluntly.

It got awkward again, before he spoke.

“I just, uh–” He started to speak,”–I overheard…earlier. About Tom…Uh…”

“Oh god, Norm. Spit it out,” I shot him a look.

“We went to the school earlier. I didn't want to mention it, but then I overheard you talking to Grace about Tom,” Norm paused again, “You know what…Never mind, I just…”

“You just what?” I shucked my teeth.

“I miss Tom too. He was a good friend. And so are you, you can always come talk to me about it,” he looked at me sympathetically, quirking a small smile, “Have a good night.”

He left as quickly as he arrived.

“What the heck was that?” Liz asked curiously. I chuckled at her confused expression.

“Nothing. Here are the samples, but go get some sleep. It's late,” I handed her the last of the samples. She reached out to grab them before leaving around the corner. I sighed deeply, sitting down in the chair, I looked around my cluttered office. Paper, books and small trophies decorating the shelves, albeit a bit disorganised. I turned in the swivel chair, looking out the window into the twilight. I turned back to my desk, thinking about Grace’s words, he knows nothing. Guide him, teach him. I clicked my tongue, grabbing some untouched and clean paper that hasn't yet been covered in coffee or tea. Starting to write everything I knew about Pandora.

Startled by the knock on my office door, I shot up from my slumped over position. Noticing that a blanket was draped over my back, my chin had a lovely stripe of dried drool rubbing it away. I realised I had fallen asleep. Looking up, Norm was at my door again. I looked over my shoulder as the sunlight shone through my window. It was morning. Groaning at the light, I covered my face head back on the table, rubbing it as he chuckled at the sight.

“Morning sunshine,” Norm barked out a laugh.

“Ha-ha-ha, very funny Norm,” I deadpanned at him.

“I didn't see you in the canteen,” he entered with two plates in hand. He took a seat on the chair on the opposite side of my desk.

“Did someone come earlier?” I asked, my head still on the table.

“Hm? I don't know. Why?”

“This blanket wasn't on me last night,” I raised the edge of it.

“You were in here all night? Ha, figures,” he looked around, turning in his chair, “You workaholic. Must’ve been someone on your staff.”

“You clearly don't know my staff. No one comes in here unless I say so,” I mumbled.

“So you don't want this piece of toast?” he quipped, I raised my head quickly getting whiplash, my hand shooting out to grab it.

“This peanut butter?” I pointed. Norm just nodded as I bit into it, moaning at the taste of real peanut butter. “Oh…my…god,” I moaned, “Where’d you get this, those stupid soldiers hog it all. ”

“What were you working on?” He looked around my desk biting into his toast.

“Uh, just some paperwork,” I looked down at the mess on my table, frowning as I looked back up at him, “What are you doing here? You're normally in the canteen with the science team.”

He suddenly choked, being called out suddenly made him a bit nervous, clearing his throat he ignored my question. Shoving the rest of his toast into his mouth. I stared at him, eyes boring into the side of his head as he averted his gaze. When he finally finished and swallowed, he spoke.

“I-I just wanted to spend some time with you.”

“What are you hiding, Spellman?” He slowly closed his eyes, annoyed he pitched his nose bridge.

“It’s just Jake. I worked so hard to get here, logged so many, so, so many hours. Trained. Learned Na’Vi, everything. All nine-yards, and he just gets accepted,” Norm’s frustration spilt out, “His avatar is in the Omaticaya village right now, exactly where I want to be. Where I worked so hard to get to, and I'm not there. And now, he’s sitting in the canteen with the science team. Just, ugh.”

I listened whilst finishing up my toast. Licking my finger that some peanut butter had gotten on.

“You're jealous.”

“U–-U-Uh, Yeah. Of course,” he stammered.

I cleared my teeth from the peanut butter, I stretched my arms and legs. Standing up, I gestured for Norm to follow, as I exited my office. Walking down the hallway, through some door, I passed by the ladies toilet. Stopping then going into the toilet.

“Wait here,” I turn to Norm, continuing through the door. I quickly relieved myself and washed my hands, exiting the ladies Norm was waiting outside leaning up against the wall nearby. I gestured to him to follow again as he removed himself from the wall, unsure where I was leading him to.

As soon as we saw the ‘GYM’ sign, he stopped me.

“O-oooh, no. Nope,” Norm’s eyes widened gaping, “This is where you’re bringing me? Hell no.”

“What? What are you so afraid of?” I asked, grabbing his wrist, yanking him into the gym. I pulled him to a standing boxing bag, letting go, I stood in front of the bag taking a stance. “I'm gonna teach you to punch,” I said, leaving him with his mouth open in stunned silence. I swung a firm punch at the bag, budging it a bit.

“Um…okay,” Norm reluctantly agreed.

“First take a stance,” I instructed as he copied my open legs, arms close to my body. I checked over his position, gently guiding his left elbow a bit closer to his body. ”Keep your elbow near your body, tuck it closer to your head. If anyone tries swinging at you you can use that arm to block.”

He followed as I extended his right arm toward the bag, “This is your full extension,” moving him a bit closer so his fist touched the bag, pulling his arm back to a tucked position. I took a step to his right and I demonstrated a punch into the air.

“Now you,” I proclaimed. He sucked in a bit of air before landing a proper punch. A look of amazement and amusement decorated his face as he chuckled. Landing another blow with his other hand. He continued again and again laughing a bit. Even I chuckled at his amusement.

A familiar voice cut through the air, “What up cutie.” Wainfleet. I internally groaned as my happiness disappeared in a moment, rolling my eyes. Norm turned to look. With a new sense of security? Or maybe it was stupidity? He took four steps toward Wainfleet and as if Eywa herself descended from the skies to give him strength, he took stance, landing a punch at Wainfleet’s jaw he fell back holding it wincing at the pain. My jaw dropped, not believing what I was seeing.

“Don't you dare talk to her like that again, you piece of shit. You don't talk to a lady like that!” Norm demanded out loud, some soldiers gathering with curious yet delighted expressions, they began to laugh at Wainfleet entertained by the drama. I pulled Norm away trying to create some distance between the two.

“Okaaay. You’re not doing that again. Come on, let's get out of here,” I took his red and slightly bruised knuckles in my hand, pulling him quickly out of the gym. In our rush we almost ran straight into Grace and Jake. I removed my hand from Norm’s as they were directly in Jake’s line of sight. An unreadable expression on his face when he saw Norm’s hand in mine. They made their way to the cradle room as I retreated to my office. Being stopped by someone before I could walk further.

Part 7

Side story: In which Wainfleet gets punched by a science puke

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strawhatsoraya · 2 years

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Kuchiki Byakuya fell in love with a human girl. But he cants accept them because she is human, and he is a soul reaper. One day, Byakuya saw the human girl nearly attacked by a hollow or people. He saved her. You can decide how this scenario continues!

She can see hollows and soul reapers since she was a child, but she had no special power like Orihime or Ichigo.

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Hey hun! Per the time stamp on desktop it's been 18 days OTL oh my goooosssh!! But I have finally finished your request. I have loved Bleach ever since it was releasing years and years ago and had to watch in youtube in parts or downloading in Limewire at the risk of getting a virus on my computer lol. I'm so happy they're animating that last arc. I used to have a love hate relationship with Byakuya but as I have gotten older now I just love him ;~; funny how that works. ANYWAY ENOUGH TALKING ABOUT ME. Let's get to the fic. I hope you enjoy! (banner by: soleilnomoon because I couldn't force myself to open photoshop)

When the Cherry Blossoms Bloom

KUCHIKI BYAKUYA X HUMAN READER | NSFW, SHE/HER, HURT barely comfort LMAO WORD COUNT: 2.3k CONTENT WARNINGS: implied suicide attempt, implied depression, that being said this piece is a little dark theme/mood wise, but there is no gore, or violence, mentions of death, and terminal illness, unprotected sex (i mean it can be argued if Byakuya even needs protection but alas that's a discourse for another day), vaginal penetration, the smut in this fic is very subdued and not explicit but still labeled it NSFW to be safe A SUMMARY: I don't have one today, folks lol. Just read the request and read at your peril.

ACT I – A FIRST MEETING, HALF FORGOTTEN

A city under your feet, unsympathetic, a stranger to your feelings and strife. You scowl down at it as the wind whips your hair around your face. The tendrils sting as they slap your cheeks, over and over again, an unwelcome reminder that you were still alive. Still breathing. A heaviness in your chest numbs your fingers and toes. You inch closer to the edge, aware of the repercussions of falling from this height.

If you were lucky, you'd die on impact. You had never been lucky. Not for a single day in your whole damn life. Not even once.

The laugh that shakes your shoulders is new. A voice so strange it threatens to unsettle you, but your mind had been made up ever since you climbed the staircase leading to the rooftop of the building.

The muscles in your body relax. Your jaw, the one you're always clenching, feels slack, renewed. You set your eyes forward on the horizon, on the sun that has partially sunk underneath it. Twilight spills up, tinting the night sky with pinks and oranges. The colors burn in the back of your eyes as you take a step forward.

The feel of sinking fills the pit of your stomach. There are fingers around your wrist. A surreal strength swings you around, and suddenly you are flying away from the ledge. There are arms around you, carrying you off towards the center of the building. Your lungs struggle to keep up, and you gulp air when you finally catch your bearings. Strong arms help to keep you up as your legs try to decide on what they'll do next; hold you together, or let you fall apart.

An unfamiliar warmth surrounds you. The scent of cherry blossoms infiltrates your senses, along with green tea and a mild sweet scent of maple wood. Delicate, elegant, and strange—stranger, even, the more you take it in. It feels like you're stuck in a dream, mindlessly going where you're taken. You're not sure how you end up back in your room, on your bed. You drift off to sleep, a pallid face creeping up behind your eyelids. His dark eyes stay with you until sleep comes and takes you.

When you wake the next morning, you realized with a groan you are back in your nightmare. A fate you can't escape. You hear your name coming from the room down the hall, and you roll off the bed with a sigh.

“Coming, grandma!” you call out, sliding your slippers on. Your bones feel heavy as you drag yourself to her room. Your smile is practiced, and you force yourself to make cheerful conversation. It was the least you could do for someone who had been giving an expiration date.

As you place the pills on her hand, one by one, watching her swallow them with difficulty, you fight the twisted feeling of jealousy strangling your neck. You fight the desire to take her place, to be the one that wastes away.

ACT II – MEETINGS IN SECRET, MEETINGS FORGOTTEN

Byakuya has no desire to remember you.

He has no desire to allow you to consume his thoughts, but you remain a persistent memory he can't shake off. A fog over his mind, distracting him from politics and polite conversation.

He should have never interfered. He should have let you do, as most tired humans do, and jump off the precipice of the building. His preoccupation should have remained with your soul, and soul alone. Intervening with the living should only go as far as keeping them from becoming Hollow fodder.

He should have walked away at the sight of your back. He should have looked away from the way the wind blew through your hair. He should have made up his mind but the look in your eyes reminded him so much of himself that it had tore, all at once, into an all wound. His hand was around your wrist before he could even assess the damage. Painful memories spilled from his chest as he carried you back to your room. By tucking the blankets around your body, he had hoped to scoop everything back up inside the prison between his ribs.

Before you drift off to sleep, he attempts to replace your memories—the device producing a puff of smoke that makes his nose crinkle.

He often thinks he smells smoke, even while in Soul Society. Byakuya fears he might be finally succumbing to madness. Entertaining this annoying infatuation would be the biggest mistake he makes in a long time. He tells himself this feeling stems from boredom, or perhaps isolation. He surrounds himself with work, scribbling away at parchment in hopes of pushing thoughts of you aside.

You haunt him at night. Your eyes always looking down at him as he tries to sleep. He wonders if things have changed for you. Have you visited that rooftop again? Dread ices his bones, and it is with that foolish impulse that he finds himself visiting you time and time again. It is simply out of concern, he says. You were so close to throwing it all away, and as your savior it should be his responsibility to watch over you.

Casting shame aside, he becomes a silent shadow. A guardian angel dressed in black robes. The irony does not elude him. He smiles sardonically to himself as he watches you do the dishes, a tiredness keeping your eyelids heavy.

He mutters small lies to himself; tells himself that just one glimpse is all he needs to stop worrying. He tells himself this every time he memorizes the profile of your face from the darkness he hides in. On a rainy day he finds you at a cemetery. You hold an umbrella that barely keeps you dry, one of its long ribs pokes straight through the fabric. Byakuya frowns at your choice to use it regardless.

He had seen the plethora of envelopes poking out of your mailbox, purposely forgotten until the white had turned yellow under the sun.

You hated the rain. You had no real reason for it. In fact, it felt like you should like it. It felt like you should stand under it, until it soaked your clothes, until the coldness seeped into your bones. But your wet toes wiggling under the socks of your hole filled sneakers told you otherwise. You hated the feeling of having your feet immersed into something you couldn't escape, like the puddles surrounding your grandmother's tomb.

You think you feel his presence again, so you turn, feet buried in puddles to look for his face. Instead you see the familiar slightly translucent body of a being who should have passed. You walk away from your grandmother's tomb, feet soaked, wet bouquet of flowers in your hand. You kneel down, to place them over the tomb the footless specter is hovering over.

“You should go on,” you tell him quietly, looking up at his slightly glowing form. He smiles down at you sadly. “I'm sure the other side is much better than here.”

He watches you quietly, his own umbrella shielding him from the rain. When the spirit doesn't respond, Byakuya watches you place the umbrella down over the flowers to keep them dry. You walk away, water pouring over you, drenching your hair. The form of your retreating back reminds him of that day on the rooftop.

His fingers twitch as he controls the urge to grab your wrist, just like before.

ACT III – AT LAST, WE MEET. PLEASE STAY

It's a slightly chilly night. Your thin over sized t-shirt does nothing to help the matter. You walk faster to see if that will help, but your slides aren't made for fast walking. They clack with each of your steps, the slapping sound making you feel as if you were being chased. You blame this for the sudden paranoia touching you on the back of neck, clutching the bag of instant food to your chest.

You want to blame it, but you know better.

When you turn around you see it's white mask. A scream gets lodged in your throat. Your first instinct is to run but your legs shake. You fall to your knees and watch silently as it hovers over you. The stench coming from it is acrid. The smell of decay fills your lungs and your mouth waters as you fight off the waves of nausea. You place your hands on the ground, pebbles digging into your palms, and you pray for a quick ending. It was the least you deserved.

Cherry blossoms bloom under the night sky, filling the air with their sweet scent. You look up in search for the pink petals but see none. Instead, you see his back to you, his long hair swaying softly in the wind. The creature that attacked you slowly splits in half, and just as slowly begins to disappear, piece by piece.

He turns to face you, with the same eyes you had dreamed about almost every night. And just like the Hollow, piece by piece, your false bravado disappears. He is inhumanely fast. You realize this in an afterthought once he has gathered you in his arms. The way he carries you makes you feel weightless. You're trembling in his arms, fingers clutching tightly to his robes. You don't stop even when he brings you back to that familiar room, and that familiar bed.

You don't let him go even when your back hits the bed. He hovers over you, a hand over yours trying to decide if he should untangle you from his clothing, or should he continue toying with this flame. The warmth of your body was a temptation he had long forgotten. You pull him down towards you, clutch him tightly against your chest. Your hands are frigid. He gathers them in between his own, brows furrowed together so closely, you fear they'll blur together.

It's been so long since he even dared to be on the same bed as anyone else. It's been so long since he even contemplated staying, but your hands fit so perfectly in his, he can barely handle the thought. He has no confidence, but your eyes are so sad he wants to kiss the darkness away, even if it's just for the moment; even if it's just for the night.

His lips are gentle. The kiss so shy and hesitant, you think you're imagining him again. You think this is some kind of delusion; one you have made up in another moment of loneliness to fill the gaping hole in your chest. His hands trail over your belly, under your shirt, trembling fingers taking in the sensation of your smooth skin. His nerves threaten to get the best of him when he clutches your waist.

The way you respond to his touch, small little gasps that shake your body, urge him forward. Heat swallows him whole as he finds the column of your neck. The more he kisses your skin, the more he touches your body, the more he desires you. The more he wants to consume you, keep you within himself.

The night holds many horrors—beautiful, tragic, and horrific all at once.

He pushes past it, and shoves all thoughts of the future aside. Tonight, he does not want to think. Tonight, he wants to drown in you. He pulls the shirt over your head, and settles comfortably on top of you. Your hands slip into his robes, skimming carefully over the muscles of his chest. A crescent moon spills its light over his skin as you push the robes of his shoulders. It slides down to his waist. Your fingernails scratch down the rippling muscle of his back when he bites down on your neck. The sound that jumps out of your mouth startles even you.

Fantasies had the power to poison, to torment. You don't care about the consequences when he pulls your underwear aside. You don't care about what comes next when enters you, gently, slowly. You only care about the feeling of him burying himself inside you to the hilt. You only care about his soft moans in your ear, the way he clutches you against him as if you weren't close enough. As if he couldn't push you in deeper, fold you into himself.

Heat and lust makes you lose your senses. You touch without seeing, and feel without thinking. All you know is the consuming heat of his mouth brings you closer to the edge of madness. You cry out when you cum, his lips latched around an erect nipple. You pull on his hair, and he follows the path of your neck, up your jaw. He kisses your cheek, and swoops towards your ear.

“You shouldn't,” he confesses, his voice soft and hoarse. “But I want you to remember.”

You wake up the next morning, your legs tangled in your sheets. The morning sun begins to warm the room. You shift uncomfortably in your bed, muscles sore. You blink, as a dream threatens to run away from you; soft lips, large hands, the feel of kisses between your thighs. You throw an arm over your eyes, groaning in disbelief. Another dream you couldn't quite remember yet couldn't forget. His eyes still say with you—pools so dark you dream of falling into them.

Cherry blossoms must have bloomed in your bedroom again last night, you think, as the scent lingers on your skin. You smell it in your hair as you roll in bed, and on your pillow. A hand lays against her chest, fingers curling around the blanket clutching it tightly against it. Searing pain explodes, a carnage she was too familiar with left in its wake. Hot tears spill out of her eyes, but she does not make a sound.

Fantasies had the power to poison. They had the power to torment—especially when it dabbles into reality. It all had felt so real, it leaves you with an aching emptiness. You hope one it might be real.

You hope one day he'd come back for you, and make the cherry blossoms bloom once again.

#kuchiki byakuya #byakuya x reader #byakuya x you #byakuya x yn #bleach x y/n #bleach x you #bleach x reader #byakuya kuchiki #byakuya smut #fic request

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Little Moments with Massive Impacts

I absolutely adored Daughter of the Moon Goddess and Heart of the Sun God, and there is something lush and comfortable and quietly gripping about Sue Lynn Tan's writing. When Tan's original duology ended, I was satisfied, but honestly this is one of those worlds where I would happily take anything more the author was willing to give us. And she has given us some new small moments and an epilogue that just wrapped my heart in a warm blanket and squish hugged it. Let's talk Tales of the Celestial Kingdom.

SPOILER WARNING!!! I am going to spoil not only TotCK, but DotMG and HotSG. BE WARNED.

This little short story collection is divided into three main sections: "Dusk," "Twilight," and "Dawn." Each section covers moments before, during, or after the main duology. The only story from Xingying's perspective is the last one; the other stories are from the perspective of other characters.

"Dusk" focuses on Chang'e and Houyi and expands their relationship before Xingying's birth. It also explores the toll killing the sunbirds took on Houyi and the choices that led to Chang'e taking the immortality elixir to save her own and Xingying's life. Seeing their relationship and their clear love for each other before decades of grief and change have colored and complicated it was a delight. Chang'e and Houyi in this version of their tale are fiercely in love, and that is ultimately what makes their story so tragic.

I also loved that, despite the brevity of the stories, the emotions were clear, complex, and communicated effectively. That can be hard to do in short form (I have always been terrible at it; I like to have a little more space to really wallow in feelings when I write) and I've never been a major short story girl; I like novel-length stuff. But I was entirely here for this reimagining of the Chang'e myth.

"Twilight" fills in spaces that were implied but not explored during the DotMG and HotSG timelines. We get a little more Liwei and Xingying as students, with a quick little adventure just as Liwei realizes he is beginning to fall in love. We also get a little more Wenzhi and Xingying in the Celestial army, also as Wenzhi realizes he is falling in love. I absolutely adore seeing Xingying through their eyes, and it was very instructive to see how they perceive their relationship with Xingying. I was ALWAYS a Wenying (Xingzhi? I dunno, reblog with your preferred ship name) girl, because quite frankly Liwei had too many Prince Jonathan of Conte vibes for me to think he was a good idea. Getting into Liwei's head just strengthened that perception, and while I can understand that he and Wenzhi were both inherently flawed characters...frankly I could support Wenzhi's flaws a lot more smoothly than Liwei's. (Honestly y'all, I might actually need to slap Liwei, especially when he's out here being an UTTER DICKHEAD).

Our boys aren't the only perspectives in "Twilight." We also get Shuxiao and Mengqi's mission to free the Celestial Emperor from Wugang. We are always here for BFF Shuxiao, and honestly if we were ever to get another short story collection in the Celestial Kingdom, I want a slice-of-life first date for these lovely ladies, because they have SUCH A SPARK. Like, we get one short story for them. It is 19 pages. And yet I am HERE for them to have a long, happy life snarking off at each other. The chemistry was just beautifully done. Give our girls their own book.

Finally, "Dawn" gives us a little more from Wenzhi in his mortal life, and Yingxing inserting herself into it. It's darling, and I appreciate the subtle nuances and differences that highlight that yes, this is definitely Wenzhi, but it's not Wenzhi the Prince of the Demon Realm. And yet he and Xingying are still perfect for each other, still love each other. And they have their first mortal date at Wenzhi's favorite tea house. It's DARLING.

What the final story does, however, is give me the ending that I desperately hoped for--but notably did not get--at the end of HotSG. The end of that book gives us the hope that Wenzhi and Xingying will have an immortal life together with Wenzhi's memories and experiences as an immortal restored to him. It was a wonderful, uplifting end to a book that had a lot to do with grief, but the thing it didn't do was make it too easy. Which I think is so important for good storytelling.

That said, actually getting Xingying and Wenzhi reuniting as immortals, and--for Wenzhi--picking up after he had just sacrificed himself for Xingying was SO. SATISFYING. We had the hope, we knew it was a possibility, and that's often what we have to sit with and exist with in real life. That's fine. But every once in a while--a very great while, it seems--we get the fruition of that hope and promise. We actually get the unambiguously happy ending and we, along with Xingying, remember that happiness is crucial.

Y'all, the end of this collection is so soft and happy, and I'm so deeply grateful that it's in the world with me.

#sue lynn tan #tales of the celestial kingdom #daughter of the moon goddess #heart of the sun warrior #xingying #wenzhi #short story collection #ya fantasy #chinese mythology #chinese literature #books and reading #books #books and novels #books & libraries #book recommendations

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bettyist · 3 months

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sleepy girl mocktail it come with egg roll 100 gecs deftones opener oldhead sephora 10 year olds virus au smile virus puppet virus beige flag liquid latex no more parmesean cheese twilight sparkle bite peach cobbler hennessey sweet potato donut wellness check livestram grwm hoarder edition unalived guess the drink challenge japanese man found dead in septic tank high visual weight disneybounding child labor eye surgery the monkeys fist instacart ai art he waited 1 year for this ride baby cheese slap a blinding stew that escalated quickly his first backflip bloody cuticle nails lip combo geometry dash theyre running out of ideas crack wings jesus has risen mandarin oranges pesticide red 40 diet chemical peel im custom wood burning i wish i was special self care era alt phase just one more kiss gay obama be like let me be queer chiitan pro wrestling wet rat chicago rat hole memorabilia fastest sandwich maker i know can you wrap my burrito on your day off from taco bell yeah we have an ice dweller in the chat let me get rid of this ice dweller lying on your dead mama im not upset with yall because i know you're mentally ill which is why one day im gonna open up a hospital how to wrap a casket we're never making it out the hood goofy beats free brick in washing machine yes and say that shit with your chest barbieland contempt hearing rexona 24 hour intensive action pussy wind hello kitty antiperspirant crooked nail underground tunnel new york hi im spongebob creepypasta miku papyrus font cigarette shame hi im bunny money spread y2k mcbling gothcore emo criteria for getting a lobotomy coffee milk tea a skirt should be the size of a belt farmersonly.com you are not the father you are not bulgarian yes chef haggis teenage dirtbag huge crush on pomni claires perfume valentines day jewelry do not visit elephant park psychosocial they ate humans new years miami mall speedrunning skip malice mizer

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ashtons-lemon-tree · 5 months

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True to North

I orphaned this fic on AO3 a while ago but wanted to repost it. Twas one of my first attempts at a songfic.

Originally written; 07/08/2020

Red red desert, Heal our blues

It had been a while since I'd seen Luke. I knew this relationship would come with him being gone for long spans of time. He'd send his usual 'good morning butterfly' but that was it. Right now I just wish he was home with me & Petunia.

I'd dive deeper for you, What a blessing to feel your love, Twilight moments with you

The tour was nearing the end, pictures from previous dates kept me from going insane. There was one of us at a carnival that Michael had taken. It was a double date with him & Crystal. We had just gotten off the spinning tea cups, her head leaning on my shoulder.

I've been asleep for so long, I'm so far away, Visions I see are strong, I hear what they say

Petunia has taken to sleeping with her head on my chest. Since he'd left for tour, I'd started raiding his closet for hoodies & sweatpants. Anything that smelled like Luke. Petunia must've picked up on that; sure knowing she's missing her dad.

Won't you leave all your fears at the edge of the world? I'll tell you again like I told you before

I remember how I'd been so nervous to ask her out. It took a game of truth or dare for it to happen. Calum had grown tired of my crush on her.

'You have her coffee order memorized, & a whole playlist for her whenever she's in the car'

'So?'

'Just ask her out already!'

It was Ashton's place, we'd all had a few beers when he suggested the game. Michael had first dared me to drink tzatziki sauce. I couldn't do it, ended up throwing up. 'Luke, truth or dare?'

'Truth'

'I dare you to take who you consider the prettiest person in here on a date'

I know neither him or Calum meant for it to be a dare. But I don't regret any of it. I know Arzaylea had broken his heart and made him hesitate when it came to start a new relationship.

I’ve been asleep for so long, wasting away

I had decided to surprise her, saying that I couldn't text her because the band was busy with interviews. Reality was I was on a plane back to my girls. I've been asleep so long, wasting away 'Luke?' 'Did I wake you?' 'Not as much as Tuney slapping me with her tail' I quickly claimed my side of the bed, letting her lay her head on my chest. The routine of that along with Petunia curling up at our feet returning.

~Fin~

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #lrh #luke robert hemmings #x fem reader #5sos x reader #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x fem reader #5sos x fem reader #rpf

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three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat · 1 year

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Midna wheezed. "Oh- Oh, Three protect me-"

"Midna, ya ain't even supposed to be here, I can make ya le- Twi, stop laughing, you're barely any better."

"Sorry." He gasped out. "How do you even cover that up?"

@peachy-scars hi! I'm the one that wrote your gift! (Hope it's not too bad...)

"Link." Midna greeted him, cup already in her hands.

"Midna." He said, sagging down into the chair across from her with a sigh of exhaustion.

She slid a cup of warm tea over to him. "What happened?"

He picked the cup up, swirling the liquid inside. "Do you have anything stronger?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Why, Captain! Drinking on the job?"

"I'm not technically on duty." He grimaced. "I probably shouldn't drink though, you're right."

"I never said you shouldn’t drink." Midna said, getting up to retrieve a flask. She sat back down, and poured whatever was inside into his cup until it was nearly over the top.

He took a sip, and held in a gag. "Three Golden Goddesses, what is that?"

"Just some traditional Twili whiskey." She said, pouring some into her own cup. "You're already handling it better than my husband."

"What's he like?" He asked. Midna had mentioned her husband a few times, mostly in the context of her rejections (the ones that weren't extremely brutal, at least), but she had never gone into any detail. "Other than, uh, 'abs for days and a cute little squishable face'."

She raised an eyebrow. "Attractive."

(Yeah, he kind of walked into that one.)

He downed the rest of his whiskey and tea combination, grimacing. "Anything else?"

"Nice tits."

"Okay, I will lead by example." He held up a finger. "Uh, Kree is kind, and he's a knight, and his hair is very soft, and he's good with kids, and he has nice arms– fuck–"

"Feeling the effects of the whiskey so soon, Captain?"

"No." He grumbled. Surely he wasn't that much of a lightweight. He had never been one for drinking, but he had done it a few times.

"Really?" She said, pouring more into his cup. He had the feeling she was trying to get him drunk so he would say something embarrassing, but he had had a long day and didn't really care anymore.

"Yeah." He said, holding the tea cup delicately. "I'm fine."

And the next thing Link knew, he was waking up in Midna's bed, her hair in his mouth and their clothes switched.

"What happened?" He asked groggily, sitting up and adjusting her robes, which he was now all too aware were very revealing. He had a very vague memory of actually doing the complaining he came there for, but nothing that would indicate how that had happened.

Midna slapped her hand around, searching for the flask. "I think we drank too much." She held her prize upside down, and a couple of drops fell onto Link's (now hers) tunic.

"Do– doya think anyone saw us?"

"I have a reputation." She said, throwing her arm across her face. "I can't be seen drinking with you."

"What's that mean?"

"Captain, and I mean this with the utmost respect– you are boring."

"Why does everyone think I'm boring?" He groaned. "Y'all– y'all are so mean."

"'Y'all'." She giggled, and then clutched her head. "Ow."

-----

And then, whenever there had been a particularly stupid officer bugging him, Link would head over to Midna’s tent. Apparently, the bonds forged when you got drunk and made a fool of yourself were strong.

(He thought Midna just liked to talk shit about people, though.)

"Have I ever told you I'm married?"

"Twilight." Warriors said, grunting. "I don't really think this is the time."

He rested his head on Warriors’s shoulder, leaning more of his weight on him. (Rude; he wasn't the only one injured, here.) "She's beautiful. Orange hair, just like a fire, the most beautiful tattoos…"

"Twilight, if you don't shut up, I'm going to leave you here to stitch your own wounds up." Had their potions been spiked, or was he just delirious with pain?

"She's a queen, ya know." He sighed. "I don't know why Midna picked me."

He nearly dropped him at that. "Midna?"

He nodded. "Yeah, it's not a Hylian name because she's not. Hylian, I mean."

"Really?" His voice seemed squeaky. Was it squeaky?

"Yeah." He frowned at him. "You don't have a problem with that, right? Some people think she's a monster just cause she's not Hylian–"

"What? No, I don't care."

He relaxed. "Good. I think she'd like you. You're easy to make fun of."

"Yeah, I know she would." He grumbled.

"What?" Twilight asked.

"What?"

"One time I heard her screaming." Twilight continued, either not caring about his evasive answer or too concussed to notice. "Found her standing on the table, staring at this tiny little bug in the corner."

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"Captain Link!" The soldier saluted.

"At ease. Any news to report?"

"Ah." The soldier gulped. "Lady Midna is here."

"...Lady Midna?"

"Yes. She asked to meet with you specifically."

He stifled a groan. He had all of his duties to catch up on, no matter what Zelda said about special circumstances, and Midna was not someone easy to ignore.

(And there was still the matter of whether his Midna and Twilight’s were the same.)

----

"Hello, Captain." A voice said from behind him, just before an arm leaned on his head. "Been a while, has it not?"

"...Hello, Midna."

"Is that how you greet your friends, now?" She picked up a piece of paper from his desk. "You said something about a quest in your last letter, how's that been going?" She raised an eyebrow as if to indicate that that was a proper greeting (it wasn't, in Warriors’s opinion).

"It's been fine."

"My husband is on one, too." She tossed the paper aside. "I haven't seen him in months."

"So, uh, why are you here?" He bit his tongue, trying not to mention that her husband was on the same quest as him. He didn't know for sure that they were the same Midnas. It could have just been a very… odd… coincidence (but probably not, considering all the things they had told him. Goddesses, they were going to kill him when they realized how much embarrassing information he knew).

"Everyone in Link's village is… dull." Was that the first time she had ever said his name? "And I needed a break from my duties as queen."

"So, you came here to– what, mock me or beat the shit out of my soldiers?"

"Well, actually, I came here to beat up your soldiers and mock some of your government officials." She smiled fondly. "Zelda and I have such fun doing that."

He wasn't sure if she was talking about his Zelda or hers, and he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know.

"Warriors?" A knock came at his door, accompanied by a familiar Ordonian accent. "Wild was wondering whe–"

Midna strode over to the door swiftly, yanking it open. Twilight was standing there, hand still raised, open-mouthed.

"Link?" She stared down at him.

"Midna?" He said, voice a bit shrill. "How are you–"

"The War of Eras. How are you here?"

"I'm– I'm on a quest with him?" Twilight pointed at him.

Warriors's eyes darted over the window, and he wondered whether he could make it over there before they caught him. He'd survived taller heights.

"Oh, no, Captain." Midna said, apparently realizing how grave the situation was and dragging him away. "You're going to tell me everything embarrassing Link told you."

"I don't know anything!" He squeaked. He knew lots of things; he knew too much about both of them. Was this how he would die?

"Ah, Midna, wait." Twilight said, pushing his way in front of Warriors. He could have cried, happy for the first time ever to see that ugly wolf pelt. "Don't you want to ask him what's all going on?"

"You're right." She narrowed her eyes. "I am curious why he kept this from us…"

"Because I knew this would happen!" He said defensively. "You're going to interrogate me!"

"Well, he's not wrong." Twilight said.

"Of course I'm not!"

Midna patted him absently on the head. "Yes, yes, thank you." She turned to Twilight. "I can't believe he kept this from me. We bitched together. Does that mean nothing? And I'm the one who's supposed to have blackmail on him."

Well, that was a slightly concerning statement, but–

"Half of my letters I couldn't send anyway, Midna– Y'all'd've known that if you actually read them–"

"Y'all'd've." Midna said in delight, any signs of being upset disappearing immediately.

His eye twitched. He worked hard to cover his accent, yet it seemed Midna was always able to draw it out at the perfect opportunity to make fun of him.

Twilight snorted. "Damn, Captain. Even mine ain't that bad."

"Shut up." He hissed, not even trying anymore and letting his accent come out full force. He wasn't ashamed of where he grew up, after all.

Midna wheezed. "Oh– Oh, Three protect me–"

"Midna, ya ain't even supposed to be here, I can make ya le– Twi, stop laughing, you're barely any better."

"Sorry." He gasped out. "How do you even cover that up?"

"Practice."

"It's thicker than mud!" Midna leaned on his desk, gasping for breath. "Yet you sound like the perfect little city boy!"

He crossed his arms. "No one respects ya if ya have an accent like mine."

Twilight nodded, sobering up a bit. "Yeah, you're right."

His eyes flicked down to their matching wedding bands, and he stood up. "This has been nice and all, but I still have work to do–"

"I'll forgive you just this once, Captain." Midna said, leveling a finger at him. He had the feeling that she had just been messing with him the entire time. "Only because your accent is hilarious."

"It sounds just like his!" He protested.

He coughed. "Well–"

"The thickness doesn't change how it sounds, Twi." He hissed.

Honestly. No one would have ever been this rude about an accent in Ordon.

#linked universe #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu fic #lu4thgiftx #mb's writing

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Death on the Doorstep

Silence had fallen, the world outside held its breath waiting for the knock to be answered. The door opened with a loud creak, a round face peeked through. “Yes?”

A solitary hooded figure stood still in the doorway. Behind it thunderheads rolled in front of the sun, enveloping the world in twilight.

“My name is Reaper, Grim Reaper.” The air grew cooler with the words, frost gathering in the door frame. “Jason Thorne, I have come for you.”

“Are you sure?” Jason said.

He furrowed his brow; his lifestyle was unhealthy, but this was ridiculous.

A white skeletal hand appeared from the folds of the black robe, fingers clutching an old parchment. A thin finger ran across the list of names before settling on one.

“Yes. The gates of hell lie open before you…”

Behind Jason the clock struck five.

“Oh, it’s tea time.” The Grim Reaper walked past, straight to the rickety table. “Pour me a cup will you, dearie.”

Jason rummaged the top shelf for his roommate’s mother’s tea set. They were pink and with lilac flowers; The Reaper seemed delighted.

“Oh, I love flowers; they die ever so quickly, mind you.” Jason watched as the bony fingers grasped the handle of the teapot and poured the brown liquid into a small cup. “So, how’s life been treating you?”

He stared for a moment as the Reaper poured tea into his mouth, all of it ending up on the front of his robe. The Reaper cocked its skull inquisitively. “Up to now, well. I have a roof on top my head, my health—”

The Reaper scoffed at this.

“Why did you come for me?” Jason hadn’t touched his tea. The Reaper snatched Jason’s cup and drank it, before pouring himself another.

“That’s simple. You’re dying.” A manic cackling borne from the depth of the robe echoed in the room.

“But I can’t be! I haven’t lived yet.” Jason stood up sending his chair on the floor with a loud thud. “You’ve opened my eyes, I must see more of the world, experience it in all of its glory. I want to give up this fruitless effort at life and really live. See the green of the woods, smell the salt of the sea and look upon on a sunset with a loved one!”

The Reaper listened, enthralled.

“I have never even been truly in love. I have felt a woman’s touch, but no one who could gaze upon me lovingly. They were all meaningless, but now I see that life is not meant to be lived alone. Please, I beg of you Reaper, give me another shot at life!”

“Well— Oomph!” The Reaper crumbled into a heap of black fabric and bones, behind stood a lanky young man holding a bent crowbar. Jason stared at his roommate, then at the unmoving mass of black and white. When the grim reaper failed to show any signs of life, they both erupted into laughter.

“Nice, we killed Death!” Ben slapped his forehead. “Should’ve been done a long time ago!”

“We killed Death, so are we immortal now?” Jason poked The Reaper with a toe.

“Guess so.” Ben scratched his back with the crowbar. “What should we do about that?”

Jason reflected on the situation for a moment. He didn’t want to do anything stupid like jump off a cliff to test their newfound immortality. Then he knew; “Wanna go rob a bank?”

“Sure!”

An ominous rumble filled the room. Lightning stuck through the dark grey sky, sending the neighbor’s cat flying off the fence. Birds fell silent once more, lighting struck again.

The Reaper rose, a scythe in one hand, the other holding the back of his head. A low moan emanated from his bony jaws, shaking the foundations of the house.

“You fools fractured my beautiful skull!” The scythe rose. “Prepare to pay!”

The blunt end of the scythe struck Jason in the face; then the Reaper turned and struck Ben in the back of his head. Both died instantly, falling prey to the dark magic of the scythe.

The Grim Reaper crossed his arms, threw back his head and laughed heartily. No one messed with the bringer of death. Then, to his horror, he realized that the roommate wasn’t on the list. He was supposed to live a long and healthy life.

“Darn!” The Reaper struck the end of the scythe into the floor, which rotted and collapsed under the wasting touch. “HQ is going to be furious!”

The Grim Reaper gazed upon the two dead bodies; their souls were already headed towards a warmer place. He truly needed to learn how to control his temper.

#death #fiction #short story #humor #my writing #old story

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talesfromsiteredacted · 1 year

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A Collection of Rather Confusing and Possibly Disturbing Mental Images, or... Screw Brain Bleach, Pass the Antimemetics!

Random stuff seen at Site (REDACTED). Thank 343 we have a decent Psych Department, after seeing/hearing some of this crap I need therapy.

Weird Costumes I've Personally Witnessed:

Dr. Bright (male body) dressed as Junko Enoshima, right down to the ridiculously short school uniform skirt, blonde pigtail wig, and mismatched Monokuma hairclips. At least he shaved his legs.

Agent Strelnikof in a cow suit, with a loincloth over it (lost a bet, refused to say to whom).

Iris dressed up on one Halloween as Black Canary, and all but insisted Abel be Green Arrow. There are no photos of this, sadly.

We had (key word there... HAD) a set of particularly annoying identical triplets among our D-Class. After too many three way free-for-alls... Dr. Iceberg had an idea. The three idiots were forced to dress as monks, mutter in faux Latin, and bonk their own heads with a wooden plank. They had to follow Dr. Iceberg, dressed as a cardinal, throughout the Keter Wing. To add insult to punishment... Dr. Iceberg kept shouting "Bring out your Keters! Bring out your Keters!" the whole time. Every. Keter. Came. Out. To. Watch. The processional ended with Fellowship Hour in 682's quarters. I never saw the Terrible Triplets alive again, but before long... "Bring out your Keters!" became "Bring out your dead!"

I once caught Dr. Rights in a very... um... skimpy version of Kitana's outfit from MK X. Although I have no idea how that costume could have any less to it. She was doing something with a cucumber. I wasn't going to ask what.

Dr. Clef... shirtless. Didn't figure him for a closet Brony, but the Twilight Sparkle tramp stamp almost made me spit out my tea when I saw it. Dr. Cimmerian couldn't hold in his laughter, and quickly ducked into the men's room. Dr. Gears found him, curled up in the handicap stall, on the floor convulsing in laughter.

Dr. Gears... in Mario pajamas. Not so much disturbing as kinda cute.

682 in a Yoshi suit. That... was disturbing.

035, in a full crinoline dress, holding a parasol, doing his best Scarlett O'Hara impression. For the record, bubble gum pink is not his best color choice. He looked like someone slapped that stupid ceramic jerk on Princess Peach.

Weird Costumes (Rumor Edition):

Iris, during the Game of Thrones hysteria, once managed to dress Abel up as Khal Drogo. She showed me photos... he's somehow more frightening with eyeliner.

There's rumors that a certain doctor likes to dress up as Doomguy to mess with the D-Class. Any excuse to walk around with a shotgun will do for Clef, I guess.

Dr. Cimmerian once dressed as Lara Croft for a Site Costume Competition. He won first prize. Sad he's got better legs than half the ladies here, honestly. More reason not to skip leg day, I want to at least have a backside worthy of Ms. Croft's booty shorts even if I don't like wearing them.

A fish suit. I believe it was a sturgeon, according to Dr. Gears.

The Stay Puf Marshmallow Man. Clef told me an intern lost a bet.

Leon S. Kennedy, the RE 2 remake version. No zombies were harmed during that day. But... Dr. Bright did get a week of Keter Duty over it.

We also had a guy, well I assume it was a guy, who walked around in full plate armor. Only saw him out of the corner of my eye for a nanosecond, no one believes me.

And finally... there is a rumor of a strange guy wandering the halls, dressed as a medieval squire... who follows people around, thumping two empty coconut shells together. We have no idea why they do this. I've yet to see them.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #agent rabbit #my coworkers are a bunch of lunatics

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apparitianhanako · 1 year

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Sky's Birthday

@here4dragons

"Before you start yelling, this was not my fault.” Wind stated, jutting his chin upward ever so slightly to improve his height- or lack thereof.

“So, you’re saying that Hyrule did this?” Legend crossed his arms, glancing about at his usually clean and tidy kitchen, currently a complete mess. “I leave the two of you alone for ten minutes, and you wreck the house?”

“It's only the kitchen! And besides, it’s nothing that can’t be cleaned!”

“You went to make tea! Tea! The easiest thing on the planet to make! How the heck did you make this big a mess with... is that flour? Where you baking a cake or something?!” He threw his hands in the air before running them through his hair.

“Sky’s birthday is today.”

“That’s no exc- wait, it is? I suppose that’s why it’s a mess. But seriously Wind, of all the people,” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “you chose Hyrule to help you with baking? Even after the uh....” he coughed, “’soup’ incident?”

Wind shrugged, “Warriors and Wild are with Twilight in town, Time and Four are both injured, and it's for Sky’s birthday.”

“And you didn’t think to ask, I don’t know, Ravio, or myself, even? At least we can bake!”

“Mr. Hero makes really good cake.”

From the bedroom Four heard Wind and Legend both scream.

“How long have you been there?!” Wind asked. Ravio shrugged and smiled.

“You haven’t lived if you haven’t had Mr. Hero’s baking before.” He dusted the excess flour off the countertops and began a thorough clean of the kitchen. “And his cider, if you want anyone to cook, its him! Has he ever baked something for you? Tarts or pies maybe? They’re absolutely exquisite!” He rambled, standing on tip-toes to reach inside the cabinets. “I’m not so bad myself, actually!”

Ravio set out bags of flour and sugar, vanilla and a large amount of other ingredients. “If you’d like some help, I’d be more than happy to oblige!” He said, grabbing an apron from the wall and tying it about his waist while Legend, heaving a sigh, began searching cabinets and drawers alike to find measuring utensils and a large bowl.

Wind grinned, grabbing his own apron and messily tying it, just in time for Hyrule to enter, dusting himself off.

“Wait... won’t Legend burn down the kitchen?”

In the distance you could hear Legend snort. “I’ll burn down the kitchen?” Ravio nudged him.

“No, Mr. Hero is actually excellent in the kitchen! I’m surprised he hasn’t cooked for you before, he positively superb!” He squeaked, carefully measuring flour into a large bowl while Legend prepared the oven for use. “What type of cake do you suppose he’d like?” Ravio asked.

“I’m not sure actually...” Wind said, stopping to consider.

“Well, that's easy than! In Lorule, the most common- and definitely the most delicious, cake is chocolate. We’ll sometimes top it with powdered sugar, icing sometimes- and this is rarer, someone will make ice cream! It's amazing, it’s like... you’re freezing, like a blizzard, but also like you’re not? Like a frozen sensation in your mouth and then it melts into sweet cream.”

Wind and Hyrule stared blankly at him while all Legend could do was chuckle.

“What is ‘chocolate’?” Hyrule asked. Ravio slapped a hand to his chest and gasped, taking a step back.

“You haven’t had chocolate before?! Does Hyrule not make it?! We can’t have that!” Ravio reached inside his bag- which had somehow been in the kitchen, unnoticed, the entire time, and handed each of the small boys a dark brown square.

“Oh my goodness, it’s bleeding on me!” Hyrule shrieked.

“Nonono, it’s melting! It's because your fingers are warm!”

“It’s good too...” Wind said happily, licking his fingers. Hyrule looked at the substance suspiciously before popping it into his mouth and almost dying on the spot.

“How... how have I never had this before?! It's like, happiness, but you can eat it!”

Ravio nodded, satisfied with the boys' reactions. “And that’s just the chocolate itself! You haven’t had the cake yet!”

“He’s right, it’s amazing. For my birthday a few years ago, he made it for me.” Legend said, “Ravio, could you get some milk and eggs?”

Ravio hesitated, but ended up accepting the annoying – and frightening, job. Collecting eggs was something none of the heroes (aside from Sky) would do easily, I mean- cuckoos where just terrible, but for Sky, it was worth it.

“Hey Legend, you never did tell us when your birthday was.” Hyrule pointed out, rinsing his hands.

“Because I don’t remember, Ravio and I share a birthday. That’s how he remembers.”

Minutes later Ravio re-entered, the setting the cooled milk bottles on the wood table and handing Legend the basket of eggs.

“Why’s the milk already cooled... do your cows give you cold milk?” Wind asked.

“There’s snow outside, and a cooler, and ice. What, do you want your milk straight from the cow?” Legend replied, finishing the cake mixture with the eggs and milk while Ravio prepared a pan.

“Hyrule, you can pour this in its pan, right?” Legend definitely had dread in his voice, but the three shrugged it off as Hyrule proudly did the only job Legend even considered letting him do, and Ravio and Wind cleaned up the mess.

Once the cake was safely in the oven, Legend made cider for all of them, sending Wind to get Four, Time and Sky.

Wind had earlier expressed that he didn’t want Sky to know they were preparing anything until it was ready.

“Something smells really good! Are you guys baking something?” Sky leaned forward, glancing around the kitchen before Wind jumped in front of him.

“Nah, I think Ledge just burned something! Y’know, or maybe it’s the cider! Cider smells good!”

“But... if Ledge burned something it wouldn’t smell goo-”

“Why don’t we all go outside! The snow is thick and sticky, perfect for a snowball fight... of building snow huts!” Ravio suggested, earning a silent thank-you from Wind. “Mr. Hero and Tune can clean up the mess they made!” He laughs heartily before practically shoving scarves and coats at everyone.

“I’ll help as well!” Hyrule says, setting down the clothes that had been shoved onto his lap.

Ravio ushered everyone outside, nodded to Legend, and closed the doors.

Ravio put himself on guard, making sure nobody entered the house while Legend prepared to decorate the cake. Before long he, Hyrule and Wind began to make icing, Hyrule was ecstatic.

Legend removed the cake from the oven, the most exquisite aroma filling the house along with a string of curses when Legend burned his fingers.

Wind and Hyrule almost attacked the cake with icing, but Legend, through a few more curses, prevented them from doing so, assisting in neatly decorating and adding a layer of strawberries on the top.

While most of the icing ended up in Wind’s stomach, the dessert ended up looking beautiful, and Legend was quite satisfied.

Wild, Twilight and Warriors returned soon after with supplies, and everyone came in from inside.

There were many questions about the aroma, Legend’s burnt fingers and Wind excited behavior, but all questions were answered when Ravio went into great detail to explain the process of making a cake and Legend sliced the thing and handed each piece off.

Nobody could explain Twilight’s upset stomach afterward, but he said it was worth it, and everyone agreed.

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