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aphroditelovesu · 6 months

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Yandere Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Adrien Agreste Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

❝🐞 — lady l: hi!! I finally wrote this and it's set in an au where they eventually discover each other's identities to make more sense. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking, polyamorous and unhealthy relationships.

❝🐞pairing: yandere!adrinette/ladynoir x gender neutral!reader.

Everything was always very complicated between them. Marinette in love with Adrien and Adrien in love with Ladybug, both unaware of each other's identities and feelings.

Marinette always remained hiding her feelings for Adrien, too embarrassed to say anything and Adrien continued to yearn for Ladybug. This continued for a long time, until your arrival in their lives.

You were a new student and felt out of place after leaving your old school and your friends. You hoped to make friends at this new school, but you were afraid you wouldn't be able to do so. But luckily, or unluckily, you met Marinette first and she introduced you to her friends, who immediately liked you.

Marinette liked you, at first sight, you were so kind and sweet. She almost fell right there and it confused her, but she couldn't help but admire you.

Adrien became interested in you after a few conversations, and you caught his interest and attraction. He had something about you that made him attracted, and curious, an unknown feeling that he wanted to feel more of.

It wasn't difficult to notice their interest in you, Marinette constantly stuttering and blushing when you were around and Adrien, although shy, loved flirting with you and seeing you blush.

It wasn't easy to admit their interest in you, Marinette was still in love with Adrien but she really was in love with you, therefore, she didn't know what to do. Adrien was more resolute and acted in the way he knew how wanting to declare himself because he could no longer keep his feelings to himself.

Adrien was the one who first noticed Marinette's interest in you and he was surprised to notice that he didn't have a problem with it. If it were anyone else, he would have, but not with her. Because Marinette had a habit of stalking you incessantly, it didn't take long for her to realize that Adrien liked you. She was curious and excited, not jealous like she thought she would be.

They talked and decided to act quickly, both confessing to you. You were surprised and flattered and accepted, and finally, a romance happening.

Marinette is very jealous and overprotective, always wanting to know where you are and she will be very worried if she doesn't know. She will go so far as to use her Miraculous to look for you, even knowing the consequences.

Adrien is possessive, getting jealous very easily, and doesn't react well to it. He doesn't like it when you're with someone other than him and Marinette and will use intimidation to make someone stay away from you, whether with money or even his Miraculous.

They have always been very protective of you and at any sign of danger you will be quickly hidden and protected. They already talked about giving you a Miraculous, but Adrien considered it too dangerous. There was always a chance you could get hurt and he wasn't going to allow it.

You are spoiled intensely, clothes made by Marinette and bought by Adrien, jewelry, food, expensive and extravagant gifts to the simplest ones, like roses. You will never lack for anything as long as they are by your side.

They want to see you happy more than anything and will do everything to make that happen. They can't even think about the idea of you being akumatized, the idea alone sends them into a frenzy at the thought of it happening to you. No, they have to be sure that this will never happen.

Marinette is very kind and soft, a mask of her true stalker and extremely jealous side. Adrien is kind and calm, always with a smile on his face and ready to make you smile, but he acts very strangely when you don't do what he asks.

They know they shouldn't use Miraculous for selfish reasons but when it comes to you, they won't care. Marinette doesn't care about ruining herself for you and Adrien has been ruined for a long time.

You are theirs and anyone who tries to get in the way will suffer the consequences. After all, you didn't just belong to Marinette and Adrien, but also to Ladybug and Cat Noir.

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starletdawn · 3 months

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You sit on your bed eyes glued to your notes and your a sheet of paper. You had a 6 page essay coming up and it was worth 70% of your grade. You suddenly hear a knock. you jump from your bed. “Coming!” you say loudly expecting your parents back from their date night. As you open the door weirdly enough no one is there. You hear the knock again you turn around, and see your boyfriend Jason Dean waiting for you like a little puppy outside your bedroom window. For some reason he was obsessed with climbing your window this was honestly normal behavior for him. You quickly open the window and before you can say anything he goes into your room. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a soft kiss. “What are you doing here baby?” I say as I pull away softly. “Well, I’ve barely seen you today at school. Where have you been my love?” he responds “I’ve been working on my essay I want a really good grade,” I say softly. “Well, now that you’re done with your essay what should we do? I mean I saw your parents leave the house earlier and I was thinking we could…” He smirks now putting his hands on your hips. “There are still some things I still have to review for my test.” You sigh as you bite your lip nervously “And I don't want any distractions.” “C’mon let me stay darling” He pouts leaning in to your cheek giving it a gentle kiss. “Okay, but promise to not distract me.”Promise!” He says you go back to studying. He plays with my hair and fidgets with your cat plushie. “I don’t understand why you try so hard once we get married I’ll spoil you with everything you want.You won’t have to work for a day.” He remarked although you rolled eyes your heart flutter at the thought of you being more than just a highschool fling. “On second thought I would love a smart-ass as my lover” JD teases. After a few minutes you started getting frustrated and tired. Your hands starts hurting and you can barely keep your eyes open the worst part was that you weren’t even close to done. “You should take a break sweetheart” Jason says looking into your tired eyes “No, I can’t” I groan. “You’ll be able to get more done if you’re energized. “C’mon just take a short break and then you can go back to working.” ”Fine” You finally give in. You lay your head on his chest He caress your hair and cheek. “You’re so gorgeous my dear I could stare at you forever and never get tired. You’re honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” His words, his tender touch on my skin, His beautiful eyes all caused my body to relax and before I knew it I was in a deep slumber.

The cold breeze hits your arms goosebumps on your skin. You slowly open your eyes to complete darkness. You look over to your clock it’s 2:00am and Jason is no longer here. “He must’ve left” you thought to yourself. You quickly realized that you forgot to finish your essay you panic searching inside you backpack you find the essay and you suddenly realize It’s all done. All 6 pages filled with information you found a sticky note plastered to it. It read “I used all your notes and resources I tried my best to follow the prompt and use correct grammar I hope you like it my dear. Sincerely, JD” After reading through it. I was honestly surprised I knew Jason was smart (when it benefited him) but oh shit the essay was perfect. Despite his usual bad handwriting he wrote the essay in neat writing and honestly it looked like he put a lot effort into the paper for such short time. You put your essay back into the paper thinking about how lucky you were to have such a precious boyfriend.

This my first writing I’ve published so please be nice but feedback is welcome!!💗💗

#jd x you #jason dean #heather mcnamara #jason dean x reader #jason dean x you #christian slater #heathers #heather duke #heather chandler #veronica sawyer #jd heathers #fluff #oneshot

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halfagone · 11 months

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Sudden thought I had:

Phantom, after everything he did for Amity, now being an adult (I'm putting at 27 here) with the necessary emotional maturity to recognize that he doesn't owe them anything, seals the portal, places the entire frame in his lair for safekeeping, along with all the blueprints his parents had, and leaves to go explore the world, like his little girl likes to do so much (I'm a sucker for Danny adopting Ellie, and being very supportive of her while also being always ready to be summoned next to her and crack some skulls if needed).

While going through Paris, and finding a pair of teenage heroes, like he and Valerie had once been, Danny decided he can take a break from his travelling to helpd these baby heroes and give them the training and support they need.

They get along better than anyone expected. Danny is Life and Death, Balance personified. Who else would be better to teach the hosts of Creation and Destruction than the one who embodies both in perfect balance?

I'm envisioning Danny sits down to have a nice chat with the Guardian about getting the kids proper training, and he's not going anywhere. The kwami in the box swarm him because he feels like a spirit of incredible power, and really, what else would happen except Danny finding himself taking spiritual custody over two teenage heroes who are clearly way over their heads fighting literal adults.

Step number one: get legal custody of Adrien Agreste and get his father charged to the fullest extent of the law for being so negligent to his own son.

I'm seeing this going 2 ways:

Danny gets custody over Adrien, moves into an apartment next to the Dupain-Cheng bakery, and their place becomes Vigilante Central, with Phantom often watching over the kids as they go out at night, typically going invisible to not give away his presence.

Hawkmoth tries one last desperate move to get the Miraculous before the police come for him. He takes to the field...and is subsequently trounced by Phantom, who beats him into the ground for picking on a bunch of children instead of getting therapy.

Plucking the Miraculous and setting the kwami within free from the old man's control, certainly expedited the process of acquiring custody over Adrien, but it also sent the poor boy spiraling for a while.

Or 2:

Their entire issues are solved by Gabriel being unable to use his Miraculius, because prison doesn't really...allow...jewellery. Which means Hawkmoth no longer shows up. Until Natalie, ever loyal to her boss, picks up the Moth Miraculous and tries to make his dreams come true. Except Phanton is...a little more ready to throw hands, and by the gods she's going to catch them whether she wants to or not.

By the end of it, Danny just doesn't really go anywhere else. Just stays in France full-time to help raise these two reckless kids. And sure, Marinette has her own wonderful parents. Doesn't mean Adopted Cousin Fenton won't spoil her rotten and enable all her chaotic gremlin tendencies while also keeping her safe. Add Ellie into the mix, and Paris has never been more happy and yet annoyed by all these gremlin heroes running around, cracking the most awful jokes and keeping the city safe.

I actually really like the idea of option 2, not gonna lie. I like the slow, dawning realization some people might have, Adrien specifically, as they realize the possible reason for Hawkmoth's sudden disappearance. While I usually like public reveals for Danny, for Hawkmoth I actually prefer more low-key ones because I know people would probably blame or question Adrien for not knowing sooner. (Because let's face it, this is the same world that lets kids like Chloé get away with all sorts of stuff.) So I think if I ever wrote a fic following along with this kind of idea, I would actually go the route of #2.

You're giving me such brain worms, don't do this to me! One of these days I may actually have to commit to a crossover between these two specifically, and I already have so much to write TAT

#halfagone replies #dp x mlb

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the-one-who-lambs · 22 days

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AO3 Questions Tag Game!

I was tagged by @bamsara (on my main @onethirdofimpossible but most of my readers follow me here for cotl stuff so I'm posting it here)

I tag @i-eat-deodorant and @megsiepoo!

Under the readmore because this is long as shit

1 – How many works do you have on AO3?

69 BAYBEEEE

2 – What’s your total AO3 word count?

213,360 words published

3 – What fandoms do you write for?

Previously: Pokemon (no longer online), Steven Universe, a few Deep-Sea Prisoner games (Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea, The Grey Garden, Ice Scream)

Currently: Cult of the Lamb

4 – What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Care and Keeping of Eldritch Gods. Until the rewrite of RL/FG is done, this is my magnum opus

Present My first ever CotL fic. This was the first time I'd written fic in like four years and I was dusting off my writing muscles...

Smitten soft narilamb....

Cat(nip) Boy wrote this for shits and giggles in my early fandom days. The One Who Waits on catnip

How Narinder Takes His Tea First part of the old RL/FG series. Though I'm remaking it as a longform multichap fic, I'm keeping up the old series because of the memories + I don't want other people who saved the old one to lose it.

5 – Do you respond to comments?

All the time! I was able to respond to literally every single comment back in 2022, but as last year went on, I realized I probably can't realistically do that anymore. It's a blessing and a curse.

6 – What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

We already knew how this would turn out. Title not given directly in my answer in case of spoilers. My readers saw it coming because I had built up to it, but I took my time writing the gradual reveal in the last chapter to make sure it landed the way I wanted it to.

And one more comment I won't post here bc (for anyone who wants to read it) spoils the ending but shoutout to the person who physically felt the shock lurch through their body when the realization hit them after the slow build-up.

As much as I love angsty stories with happy endings, what gets me more are stories that are happy at face value, with endings that are heartwrenching because of the underbelly of what lurked beneath that facade.

7 – What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The Risen Lamb and the Fallen God. Bit a spoilers below if you're avoiding that

The original wedding fic (as part of the original series) is up, but it's going to get a good polishing in the rewrite. Lambert and Narinder are going to have a private first dance, Thenana and Narinder are going to have a deeper conversation, Ratau's interactions with Lambert are gonna be shown rather than just told, Aym and Baal will be revived.

8 – Do you get hate on fics?

Mostly no. There was one time last year that I was compared to another writer in the fandom and slowly asks evolved into "your own concepts are being done better by others" and shit, and the other writer got hate messages as well, and... well, it was a whole thing. Don't wanna talk too in detail about it because I don't wanna beat a dead horse but cotl writers have unionized so we got the last laugh I guess

9 – Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

lol ya it's on remainderofreality. What "kind?" uh. experimental because I'd never tried the genre before this fandom and it kinda shows but that's okay.

10 – Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Honestly, I'm not really into crossovers! Unless it's Webber in cotl. He can stay, he's cute.

11 – Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah. It was actually the first fic I posted online, ever. In middle school, I wrote a whole ~100k-ish word self-insert pokemon fanfic, which I wrote by hand in like five composition notebooks, so I never posted that online. But after that I decided to post shorter one-shots for pokemon online, and a few months later I found one of mine reposted without credit. Plagiarized entirely, basically. It scared me and I deleted everything I had posted online, and I don't have extra copies of the works now. :(

12 – Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but I'd be okay with it if I was asked beforehand and proper credit was given!

13 – Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yeah! Of Duty and Devotion is basically a glorified roleplay between me as Aym, @i-eat-deodorant as Baal, @checkplzjuliet as The Lamb, and @surfdudeboy as Narinder. I also wrote Hide and Seek, a cute little Bishop family one-shot, with @lordiedams (hi Damien I miss you).

14 – What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Narilamb. I haven't focused on a ship for this long, except maybe Rupphire back in the day, but I'm fixated so much more on CotL than I was for SU.

15 – What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Honestly, Of Duty and Devotion lmao. I'm much more focused on my own projects and so are Pavi, Surf, and Juliet. I do want to finish it though.

16 – What are your writing strengths?

Pacing, diction, syntax, getting the intended point across and doing it well. Once I commit to doing something, I don't usually let myself "give up" on it, hence why I barely have any unfinished WIPs. That's a skill honed with tons of practice, though. I have massive ADHD, and I'm bad at finishing things, but when it comes to writing by god I'm gonna do it.

17 – What are your writing weaknesses?

I often struggle to get to a point where I'm totally focused in on what I'm writing. It does happen once or twice a month, but honestly, I'm usually so busy with life stuff that I don't get to do that most of the time! I wish I had more time to make room for my hobbies, but alas. At least summer is coming up, and I'll be able to do that more often, hopefully!

18 – Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's possible to do it naturally for sure, but I rarely see it done well in fic. I've never attempted it...... or, wait, have I? I guess Thenana's sign language counts, huh? ...I feel like I need to do more research about this topic to answer the question properly.

19 – First fandom you wrote for?

Pokemon <3

20 – Favorite fic you’ve written?

The Risen Lamb and the Fallen God or The Care and Keeping of Eldritch Gods.

Risen/Fallen (and the enemies-to-lovers narilamb dynamic) was like the first thing that I did to make a "mark" on this fandom, and I didn't expect it to inspire so many people for sure! But, the first iteration of the series was so rushed. I wrote the whole thing in just over three weeks and averaged one chapter published every day and a half. Now that I have a better grasp on the characters after playing with them for a long while, I get to see my improvement, and I get to see so many friends I've made along the way sticking with me, the revamped "director's cut" version is definitely on track to be my favorite work.

However. It has yet to surpass Care and Keeping. As the oldest of four kids in my family, I based so much of Shamura on my experiences as an eldest sibling, and many of the experiences the younger bishops had in their formative years on our own childhoods. I based Narinder's childhood off of brother #1's (brother who is two years younger than me), Kallamar's childhood on my own, Heket's childhood on my sister's (five years younger than me), and Leshy's off of my youngest brother's (ten years younger than me). This story wasn't just an exploration of the Bishops and their dynamic/relationship pre-canon, it's also a testament to my own love as an eldest sibling... and all the anxiety associated with that, too.

Thanks for tagging me! Back to working on my presentation...

#hannah's rambles #hannah writes

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irkimatsu · 1 month

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I don't think I made a single OC during my time in Matsu fandom, but Hazbin's gotten my furry wheels spinning, god damn you. I'm gonna ramble under the cut to try to get my thoughts straight.

-Almaz (Nina Sinclair), squirrel, non-binary. An 80's one-hit-wonder who died in their 30's after self-destructing and overdosing on drugs, is in love with Husk. I've posted plenty about them before.

-Richard Brenning (hell name still undecided), white rabbit, died in his 50's, pansexual male. An 80's star like Almaz, but unlike Mazzie he got more than fifteen minutes of fame as a singer, reality star, and general tabloid menace. The "controversies and scandals" section of his Wikipedia page is longer than Mazzie's entire page. Absolutely covered in sparkles. I know his outfit includes a sparkly purple vest with nothing underneath, and I keep wanting to give him a hat, but Husk already has a top hat so I don't know what to do there just yet. An egotistical little shitheel at first, possibly an Overlord? Almaz looks up to him but he's a bit insensitive about the whole "one-hit-wonder who self-destructed, don't they all" thing. He'll chill out with some character development and eventually settle down with Angel Dust therefore freeing Husk for Almaz to pursue

-Clara? Originally made her to fill a request but I think I'm keeping her. Still need a last name for her, she keeps her birth name in hell. A small black bear, looks more like a teddy bear than a wild animal. Mainly dresses in floral print. Grew up with Alastor and knows he enjoys hunting, but is willfully ignoring the nastier aspects of her "big brother in spirit" in an attempt to preserve her happy childhood memories of him. Was born after Alastor but also died later than he did, in her 60's, I think? If that request stays canon to my OC's then she has a thing for Husk, but Husk is immediately bitter of her connection with Alastor, so that's not going anywhere. Still no idea what landed her in hell. Is "willful ignorance of the fact that your best friend is a serial killer" a sin?

And Husk's family, all of whom I still need to name:

-Husk's ex-wife was a black woman who lived in the middle of nowhere with nothing but her dreams. She moved to a rapidly growing Las Vegas in the 30's to chase those dreams, and started singing songs she wrote in the same bar where Husk would play saxophone with various bands. The two hit it off beautifully and had a wonderful marriage, with Husk spoiling her with gifts and trips and encouraging her singing and poetry... until everything fell apart because Husk just couldn't get his addictions under control, no matter how hard he tried. It's not his fault, exactly... it just sucks for everyone involved. Don't know what would have landed her in Hell, but I do want her to see Husk again so they can try to get some closure. ...and the pronoun use here is a bit strange because I think she'd realize she's transmasc while in hell? I want something where Husk's spouse thought they were a cishet woman in life, but due to Husk's own experience with the Las Vegas queer scene he always had his doubts about that... but he couldn't risk outing himself, so he never said anything while they were alive. They'll meet again, Husk will take their new gender identity in stride and finally get to come out to them as pansexual, maybe they'll try to rekindle their romance but the spark is fully dead on the spouse's side, Husk desperately needs this closure before he can pursue anyone else. He doesn't expect his spouse to forgive him, he just wants them to understand he never wanted to hurt his family...

-Husk's older daughters, twin girls. Still highly undeveloped, except that they stay close for their whole lives and Husk utterly spoiled them as much as he could while he was still able to see them. Husk has participated in princess teddy bear tea parties, I will die on that hill. They were preteens/early teens when their parents divorced, and a year or two after that their mother stopped letting Husk see them because he's a drunk deadbeat piece of shit. I'm so sorry, Husk. They started families of their own, Husk has grandkids, but he has no idea because his daughters never tried to re-establish contact with him in adulthood. They have their fond memories of him, but also some really shitty ones, especially after an event I'll be talking about in a moment. It's complicated.

-Husk's younger daughter, who I want to flesh out for one horrible reason... the idea of Husk losing his daughter in an accident, blaming himself for it for the rest of his life regardless of what he could have done to save her, and sinking further than ever into the addictions that would ruin his marriage in short order. I'm so sorry for doing this to you, everyone who's involved. She's in Heaven now, and if Husk ever ascends there will be tearful reunions god damn it please

I haven't decided on species for Husk's family, but none of them are cats; the cat thing is specific to him for his manner of life and death, figuratively drowning in alcohol before literally drowning in a lake. Cats hate water, after all. The others don't have that connection to cats. I'll figure them out eventually.

#irk blubbers about nothing #irk huskposts

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explorevenus · 10 months

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Hello. I've just discovered your "Something permanent" fic for some days. After spending time reading all current 7 chapters you released, I felt... conflicted. On one hand, it pained me seeing character Darling go through so much pain and anguish physically and mentally. Other hand, I was fascinated with how you wrote different traumatic events you made your character to endure. So my question is how far do you plan to push the mental state of Darling and Leon's action to it? Like if she became numb and unresponsive to everything, including the physical/sexual abuse Leon forced on her. Could it shatter the bubble of delusion around Leon or he would just keep pushing it until he himself loses his remaining sanity too?

I thank you a lot if you read the silly thought I sent you. I'm looking forward for your future works.

Have a nice day to you.

hi, thanks so much for reading, i really appreciate it !!! <3

darling is definitely going to wind up a very different person than she was when this whole thing started. no one would be able to go through what darling has been through and still come out the other side unscathed. that being said, for narrative purposes, darling won't check out completely or it just wouldn't be a very interesting read-- i don't want to spoil anything at this point but darling is definitely headed down a path of exasperation and anger and resentment and leon isn't going to be able to suppress it for much longer.

leon's bubble of delusion is strong. darling wouldn't be here if it wasn't. i could definitely see leon resigning himself to the realization that his "relationship" with darling isn't going to go as smoothly as he'd hoped it would, but in his mind, all of this is necessary for her, even if it hurts, even if she doesn't really come out of it the same person she once was. to leon, the only thing that matters to him is that darling is his and will be by his side forever. as fucked up as it is, i don't think he really cares what that looks like. his obsession with darling is the only thing keeping him "sane" in a way-- i feel like leon's mental state in this story is reaaaaaaally really hanging on by a thread and he avoids addressing that by pouring himself into the care and keeping of his darling. having her by his side is what keeps him from snapping because it allows him to live out that fantasy of having a sweet little family and a doting wife at home to miss him when he's gone. as long as he has that, he's content.

thanks for your patience! i'm so glad you're enjoying the story ;w; <33

#goddess on the mountain top #yandere!leon kennedy #something permanent

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beantothemax · 28 days

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First day of school was fine. Surgically extracted the angst from this fic cause I am NOT writing that!!!!!

Most of Lyn's little makeshift army had returned home. They were always happy to fight tyranny, but now with Lundgren gone, they had little reason to stay. As Lyn said farewell to her friends, she kept wondering about one of them.

They weren't quite friends, Erk was very distant, but she still cared about them.

"Where are you going now?" she asked.

"Visiting my sister. I just got a letter from some asshole who says he's her boyfriend, apparently she's gotten herself sick," Erk rolled her eyes.

Lyn stared at them for several long moments before exclaiming, "YOU HAVE A SISTER!?"

"Parents, too. I'm a biological creature, of course I have family," Erk replied.

Lyn followed Erk and asked at least a million questions as they packed but she was greatly disappointed by the short, unenthusiastic answers.

"I should be off," Erk finally said.

"At least let me escort you to the harbor!" Lyn insisted.

Erk wanted to decline, they truly wanted to make the journey alone but sighed and said yes, in fear that a potential employer may dislike them when they returned.

Big mistake though. Just before Erk could board the ship to Magvel, Lyn insisted on giving her a great hug.

"And take this Sacaean candy! If your sister is sick, this will help her recover," Lyn smiled.

"I'll be sure to give it to her," Erk mumbled.

She boarded the ship and reluctantly waved goodbye to Lyn.

Next stop: Renais castle.

- - -

Artur knew nothing of spider bites and wrote what Lute told him to.

"It's life threatening, I may die," she had said with an unchanging tone and expression, "If I kick the bucket, record all my symptoms and their progression- well, it won't matter if you do because I won't be able to continue my research."

"Lute! Don't say such things, I'll do everything I can to help you," Artur insisted with tears in his eyes, but she dozed off once more.

She had been asleep for just shy of two days, occasionally waking up, but for no longer than some minutes at time. It allowed her to drink, eat, take medicine, and say sarcastic, insensitive things to her friends who worried for her, but little else.

After some days with very little progress, an extraordinarily loud banging on the door awoke her.

"Leave me alone!" she hissed, retreating under the covers.

Artur rose and opened the door, seeing only a young mage who was quite a bit shorter than him.

"Could you please quiet down?" he requested.

"Are you Artur?" they asked plainly.

"Umm... Yes?"

"Step aside," she opened the door wider and walked in.

Artur quickly closed the door behind her so that no light would come in, before returning his attention to the mage.

"Excuse me, you can't be here," he said.

"You wrote me a letter."

"When?"

They pulled the envelope from their pocket and handed it to Artur before shaking Lute awake. He read the first line and finally realized this was the Erk that Lute had mentioned. She never said how short or inconsiderate they were.

"Stop being lazy, you'll be fine, you big baby," Erk muttered.

"Erk!?" Lute yelled.

She sat up suddenly and hugged them tight. Truly, she looked like death. Her skin was pale and grey, eyes hardly open with exhaustion.

She hated being sincere, hated telling people she loved them and especially hated doing it in front of other people, but Lute was the exception. Her dear big sister had been the only one to advocate for her when she said she wanted to study abroad and she had always been there when there was a problem.

When their parents didn't understand Erk's new identity, neither did Lute, but she tried her best for her beloved sibling.

"Sorry I couldn't be here sooner, I had to help overthrow a false marquess. Also, I brought some Lycian medicine, an Etrurian spell book and some Sacaean candy," Erk muttered.

"You leave Magvel once and come back spoiling me," Lute chuckled but the strain made her cough.

Erk let go of her and placed her back on the bed. They looked through every inch of their bag, placing all the medicine on the night stand. While they searched for cough drops, Artur sat silently in the corner. He didn't wish to intrude upon this reunion as Lute said she hadn't seen her darling little sibling in ages.

"You overthrew a marquess?" Lute asked in her weak, hoarse voice.

"Kind of. A man tried to kill his brother, the actual marquess and his estranged granddaughter to take the position for himself," Erk muttered.

"I bet you showed 'em who's boss."

"I did."

They found the cough medicine and poured a spoon of it, holding it to Lute's lips, "This tastes really bad," they warned.

Lute grimaced the moment it touched her lips, but she drank it all.

"My little sibling is all grown up," she smiled.

"Not according to lord Pent, he says I'm hardly qualified to be a mage," Erk snickered.

They laughed and caught up in a fashion Artur couldn't quite understand. They seemed to mock each other, calling each other horrible names but laughing through it all. Erk was in the middle of a story about an obnoxious pink haired girl when Lute yawned one last time before nodding off.

"We should let her rest," Erk said.

Artur followed close behind when she left.

"Are you two upset with each other?" he asked.

"No, why do you think that?"

"You kept insulting each other."

"...Have you no siblings?"

"No."

"That explains it," Erk smiled.

They talked little while Artur showed them to a guest room. She lay down her bags before he hesitantly asked, "Do you think she'll be okay? With the spider bite, I mean."

"She'll be up and walking again in a day or two, those things are rarely fatal. She's just being dramatic," Erk said.

"She usually downplays her injuries though..." Artur thought, "Do you think it's because she wanted to see you?"

"Huh?"

"She said it's been almost three years since you were last home, maybe she saw a chance to see you again and took it."

She thought of the possibility and shrugged, "Maybe."

No one in the family had ever been big on showing affection, but she supposed so much time apart could change that.

"I might stay a while, my teacher was going to give me a break anyway and I'm curious about this 'war of stones' that took place in my absence."

oh erk you are most definitely a creature.

lute going ‘hey if I die write down how I die’ and IMMEDIATLY conking out as artur is just

is fantastic. ten outta ten

AND JUST. WEGH. THEMMMMMMMMMMM… MY SILLY OURPLE MAGE GIRL BESTIES…. AUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#YAY YAY YAYA YIPPEEE YAY YAY YAY ERK AND LUTE SIBLINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!#asks #pie-knight #inbox fic #THEM TALKING WAS SOSOSOS GOOD #JUST #PIE YOU DO VERY GOOD DIALOGUE #sacred beanstones

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Hey look at this

They weren't quite friends, Erk was very distant, but she still cared about them.

"Where are you going now?" she asked.

"Visiting my sister. I just got a letter from some asshole who says he's her boyfriend, apparently she's gotten herself sick," Erk rolled her eyes.

Lyn stared at them for several long moments before exclaiming, "YOU HAVE A SISTER!?"

"Parents, too. I'm a biological creature, of course I have family," Erk replied.

Lyn followed Erk and asked at least a million questions as they packed but she was greatly disappointed by the short, unenthusiastic answers.

"I should be off," Erk finally said.

"At least let me escort you to the harbor!" Lyn insisted.

Erk wanted to decline, they truly wanted to make the journey alone but sighed and said yes, in fear that a potential employer may dislike them when they returned.

Big mistake though. Just before Erk could board the ship to Magvel, Lyn insisted on giving her a great hug.

"And take this Sacaean candy! If your sister is sick, this will help her recover," Lyn smiled.

"I'll be sure to give it to her," Erk mumbled.

She boarded the ship and reluctantly waved goodbye to Lyn.

Next stop: Renais castle.

- - -

Artur knew nothing of spider bites and wrote what Lute told him to.

"Lute! Don't say such things, I'll do everything I can to help you," Artur insisted with tears in his eyes, but she dozed off once more.

After some days with very little progress, an extraordinarily loud banging on the door awoke her.

"Leave me alone!" she hissed, retreating under the covers.

Artur rose and opened the door, seeing only a young mage who was quite a bit shorter than him.

"Could you please quiet down?" he requested.

"Are you Artur?" they asked plainly.

"Umm... Yes?"

"Step aside," she opened the door wider and walked in.

Artur quickly closed the door behind her so that no light would come in, before returning his attention to the mage.

"Excuse me, you can't be here," he said.

"You wrote me a letter."

"When?"

"Stop being lazy, you'll be fine, you big baby," Erk muttered.

"Erk!?" Lute yelled.

She sat up suddenly and hugged them tight. Truly, she looked like death. Her skin was pale and grey, eyes hardly open with exhaustion.

When their parents didn't understand Erk's new identity, neither did Lute, but she tried her best for her beloved sibling.

"Sorry I couldn't be here sooner, I had to help overthrow a false marquess. Also, I brought some Lycian medicine, an Etrurian spell book and some Sacaean candy," Erk muttered.

"You leave Magvel once and come back spoiling me," Lute chuckled but the strain made her cough.

"You overthrew a marquess?" Lute asked in her weak, hoarse voice.

"Kind of. A man tried to kill his brother, the actual marquess and his estranged granddaughter to take the position for himself," Erk muttered.

"I bet you showed 'em who's boss."

"I did."

They found the cough medicine and poured a spoon of it, holding it to Lute's lips, "This tastes really bad," they warned.

Lute grimaced the moment it touched her lips, but she drank it all.

"My little sibling is all grown up," she smiled.

"Not according to lord Pent, he says I'm hardly qualified to be a mage," Erk snickered.

"We should let her rest," Erk said.

Artur followed close behind when she left.

"Are you two upset with each other?" he asked.

"No, why do you think that?"

"You kept insulting each other."

"...Have you no siblings?"

"No."

"That explains it," Erk smiled.

They talked little while Artur showed them to a guest room. She lay down her bags before he hesitantly asked, "Do you think she'll be okay? With the spider bite, I mean."

"She'll be up and walking again in a day or two, those things are rarely fatal. She's just being dramatic," Erk said.

"She usually downplays her injuries though..." Artur thought, "Do you think it's because she wanted to see you?"

"Huh?"

"She said it's been almost three years since you were last home, maybe she saw a chance to see you again and took it."

She thought of the possibility and shrugged, "Maybe."

No one in the family had ever been big on showing affection, but she supposed so much time apart could change that.

"I might stay a while, my teacher was going to give me a break anyway and I'm curious about this 'war of stones' that took place in my absence."

Omg the sisters everrrrrrrrr

My only qualms with this is that pent would not fucking say that, otherwise this is a VERY good fic

@beantothemax you need to see this as well

#asks #pie #inbox fic #crab emblem

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I wrote this monstrosity a month or so after good omens 2 released. I had a lot of thoughts about the final scene bouncing around in my head and I had to get them out. So for my zero followers, here you go. Spoilers ahead.

Good Omens season 2 has genuinely impacted my life. I can't remember a time I've ever been so invested in a story. This hyperfixation is so different for me, and it's so fun. I didn't have the same kind of reaction that I did to other hyperfixations of mine, like TLOU and ST. I didn't yell at my screen, pleading for the life of a character I loved. I wasn't heaving and wiping snot from my face. I didn't cover my mouth with my hands. I just sat in silence. With my heart in my throat. It felt like whiplash. My face had been sore from smiling so hard. And then the last 15 minutes I could feel my brows furrowing closer, inching together. My cheeks no longer hurt. But my forehead did. I had the climax of The Scene spoiled, but I didn't know the context. So the further I got into the final minutes, I was more and more confused. Crowley was going to take Aziraphale to the Ritz for breakfast, okay this is good. Nina and Maggie show up, and finally, FINALLY, knock some sense into Crowley. All those things you've got pent up inside? You have to tell him. You can't keep avoiding it. You have to communicate for once in your life. Now's your chance. Tell Aziraphale how you REALLY feel. My heart started beating out of my chest. I was spinning. Crowley is going to confess.

But then Aziraphale came back to the bookshop. And barreled over Crowley. "Hold that thought!" And spoke and spoke and spoke. And my heart started its downward spiral into the pit in my stomach. There's no way. He can't, can he? Watching the horror spread across Crowley's face as Aziraphale speaks. Then the first dagger hit "Tell me you said no! Tell me you said no!?" And when Crowley started to speak? My heart raced with each word that was spoken. The microexpressions, the pacing of the dialogue, the emotion you can hear in their voice. I'm sure Crowley had spent the time Aziraphale was still gone after Nina and Maggie left deciding what he wanted to say. But then everything changed. It was no longer just a confession. He was pleading his case to the lone juror. "And I would like to spend- hmm" The dagger twisted in my chest as I watched the tears beading on his waterline, threatening to spill over onto his cheeks (David Tennant I am in your WALLS for that) as Aziraphale with tears in his eyes says "Oh Crowley, nothing lasts forever" The dagger didn't just twist, it was pulled out nearly all the way, and shoved back in. "No... No I don't suppose it does." Then Crowley puts his glasses come back on, and walks away. And Aziraphale realizes what's happening. He begs and begs. He even insinuates that Crowley has misunderstood. But Crowley? Crowley understands exactly what's happening. Their love for each other does not absolve the fact that heaven is no place for Crowley, for either of them really. He won't compromise himself, not again. He won't go back to heaven. And Aziraphale shouldn't either.

And then Crowley says the line that made me realize there was really no going back. We had started a swan dive into the deep end. "That's the point. No nightingales" And honestly? I think that line hurt just as much as "Nothing lasts forever" for me, because A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square didn't just signify the happy ending from season one for us, the viewers. It was playing at the Ritz. It wasn't just for the fans, for the joke of a nightingale really singing in Berkeley Square. It actually HAPPENED for them. To Crowley and Aziraphale. The two of them experienced it with us. It meant something to them, too. Aziraphale's face says it all. And then what I had been waiting for, the moment I had completely warped in my mind, it happened. "You idiot. We could have been...us." Aziraphale had to physically look away, and I felt like I COULDN'T look away. I could feel the knife going for its final twist. The music swelled, I could feel it in my bones that this was a moment I would never forget. It wasn't what I had expected. It wasn't what I wanted. I didn't think we'd get ANY of this. Not a confession, not the additional context of their lives together. A season of so much joy. I'd been laughing and smiling and kicking my feet for fucks sake! I didn't expect us to get anything. But I ESPECIALLY did not expect what I got. Crowley takes three steps. Nothing was the same after those three steps.

The absolute force at which Crowley kissed him felt like it knocked ME back. Watching Aziraphale panic, the pain in his eyes. The confusion. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't decide whether to hold on or let go. He eventually closes his eyes but he can't decide where to place his hands. Whether to grip on for dear life. And then they pull apart. The look on Aziraphale's face is burned into my corneas. His shaky gasp. His eyes darting as he tries to process what just happened. And then the final twist of the knife before it was ripped from my chest, "I-I..." the shift in Aziraphale's face here? Haunts me. (Michael Sheen I am in your FUCKING WALLS for that). And then? "I forgive you" and Crowley's face, unchanging since they pulled apart, saying "Don't bother" while walking away. And the knife was ripped from my chest, not clean, though. It's twisted on the way out, too. Maximum carnage.

And then, of course, a new knife appeared. Because I could see every emotion washing through Aziraphael. The knife twisted when I saw the tears in Aziraphale's eyes, shakily exhaling as Crowley retreated. And then, it twisted again. Because Aziraphale reached for his lips, to feel where they'd just touched Crowley's for the first time. His eyes widen, brows raising as the shock set in. And then, when he pulled his hand away? The anger had set in. He looked fucking angry. He looked how I felt, that "It wasn't supposed to happen like THIS. Not like this." look. That's how I looked, too. This whole season, Aziraphale was so much more open with his love for Crowley. In gestures, in words, in glances. He's spent millenia watching humans fall in love, reading about love, and eventually falling in love himself. He'd just spent the last few days doing everything in his power to get Nina and Maggie to fall in love. He watched Beelzebub and Gabriel leave, happy, and together, and in love. I nearly jumped out of my seat when he grabbed Crowley's arm, as Gabriel and Beelzebub finally hold onto each other. Aziraphale realized that his love for Crowley was possible. An angel and a demon could BE together. It happened in front of him. He had just planned the whole night for Nina and Maggie, sure. But Aziraphale planned it for him, too. He told us as much when he and Crowley were discussing ways to make Maggie and Nina fall in love. Dancing, realizing you had misunderstood each other. His first plan had already been ruined by Shax appearing. And then Gabriel and Beelzebub happen. And the wheels started to turn. This was his chance. Even better than before because they had just seen an angel and a demon go off together and not be stopped. It was possible for them now. They had a shot.

And of course, the fucking Metatron appeared. Because of course he did. This was all his plan. He knew Crowley would say no. He had to have known. There was nothing in the coffee. There were no threats. And how did he know? Well, he was the one to get Crowley cast out of heaven of course. He tells us as much. "Always did want to go his own way, asking damned fool questions" He is the voice of God. To speak to him is to speak to God, or so he says. So Crowley spoke to him. And the Metatron did not like what he had to say. He knew that Crowley would never come back. He ESPECIALLY knew that, being the one to appoint a traitor to be the next Supreme Archangel. The one who went native. Soft, but pliable, or so he thinks. The one with little faith in heaven but full faith in the almighty. And that was enough. He knew that was enough. Because he also knows that Aziraphale and Crowley together are too powerful. Why else would the score have changed when he got Aziraphale to go with him to chat? Why else would he have looked relieved when Aziraphale got into the elevator? He needs them to be separated, for whatever reason. I don't have any specific theories besides them being too powerful together.

#can you tell my brain is rotting?#because i genuinely feel like I'm losing it #i could talk about individual scenes for hours #good omens #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens 2

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haikyuuincorrecttrash · 2 years

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100 letters

part 8.

"Hinata,

WE HAVE REACHED THE NATIONAL!!!!!

I'm writing this because I don't know how to say it out loud. I'm still afraid to jinx it. Wake up one day and realize that it's all just a dream. Is it funny to you? But it’s not for me. I'm afraid. I'm really scared. And yet we did it, we went national. It's so... unreal. To be honest, after losing to Seijo, I thought we didn't have a chance. But then we defeated all these teams, we defeated Oikawa and their ace Iwaizumi, and now Shiratorizawa. I remember annoying Oikawa by constantly following him to teach me his tricks, and now I have defeated both him and Ushiwaka. Now it even seems to me that Oikawa should learn from me. Funny, isn't it? The student bypassed the teacher. I know it's hard for you to understand, because you've never had a teacher, only an example in the form of a Little Giant, but I think you're getting closer and closer to him with each of our victories. Just realize this – you will play where the LITTLE GIANT played! Isn't that crazy? Isn't it like a dream that you're afraid to wake up from? I'm afraid.

Of course, I understand that I didn't do it myself. It's all thanks to Karasuno, and I've never been so grateful to fate or God, if there is one, that I got here. I have never been so grateful to Daichi-san that he forced us to work with you, because otherwise we would never have found our fast and would not have entered the national. I'm ashamed of what I wrote in the early days, because I probably didn't have the slightest right to write it. It's funny to even think about who I thought you were in those days: a problem, a curse, a nonentity. Now I understand that it was only thanks to you that I took this place in the team.

So what I want to say is forgive me and thank you for everything you've done.

You made me a part of this team that I couldn't even dream of. I'm finally a part of something, and not its terrible tumor, whose selfishness only spoils everything. It may be too early to say that I am no longer selfish, but here's what I can say with confidence – thanks to you, I am moving in the right direction. And maybe it will sound strange, but you have become not only a rival or a friend to me, you have become my partner. I know, only you can understand this word correctly. There is no romantic subtext in it, there is a clear understanding in it that we already understand each other much better, as only partners can understand.

So thank you for being with me. I like to think that I am overcoming all these obstacles together with someone, and not alone, as it was before.

With thanks,

Kageyama.

PS Please convey my thanks to the whole Karasuno. You know, it's hard for me to communicate, and you make it so easy that I'm even a little jealous. But, of course, not too much, because I know that I can learn it too. This is a challenge for me, to become once as sociable as you. But for now, I can only ask you to do some things for me. I will never be able to admit to Karasuno how much I appreciate their friendship with someone like me and their patience with me, so please say it for me. They deserve to know how much they mean to me. You are not the only one worthy of this knowledge. However, I strongly ask you not to show them this letter. It's just for you, and you can retell my words as you please."

It was Kageyama's most honest letter, but he wrote it right after the victory, so it's not surprising that he got so emotional. The amazing thing is that he still gave it to a friend. Years later, when he reread it, he became terribly ashamed, and he blushed at every word. Nevertheless, years later, Hinata was there, stroking his back and saying that actually this letter is very nice.

Hinata, by the way, did not fulfill his promises. He gave this letter to all of Karasuno to read, and the team even hung this piece of paper on the wall of the hall so that every time Kageyama crosses the boundaries and screams, everyone could come to the wall and remember that this is the same teenager as themselves.

Hinata was offended to give this letter, because he would like to reread these lines (especially the words about the partner, because he himself once confessed to Yachi that he felt for Kageyama, using this word), but he felt that it would be better for the whole Karasuno. When Shoyo graduated from school, he still took this letter with him to Brazil and reread it when he felt sad and lonely.

But it happened later, and now this letter is hanging on the wall of the gym, and Kageyama did not beat Hinata weakly for this trick.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu incorrect quotes #hinata shoyuo #kageyama tobio #kagehina #kageyama x hinata #kagehina fic

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myaquariusheart · 11 months

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7/6

I know I haven't written anything here in a long time. I've been avoiding it, I know no one is reading this, but I'm also embarrassed if someone does I just found my own journal and I'm so happy I wrote what I did to see how far I came and what I was thinking back then, and I love it and it actually inspired me to write now. I haven't written since I left for Oxford. Oxford was amazing, it was a good holiday for a few days spending time with Boyn and having a different atmosphere and experiences and I would love to go again and I probably will soon enough. I met interesting and new people, heartbreaks so many laughs and memories that I'll keep inside forever. I wish I stayed longer. Coming back I have had a weird experience things have not been good at home and that's why I've mostly been avoiding writing I know I'm vague but I also don't want to document parts of my life and leave out important bits but I'll probably write them in my diary. Anyway I have exciting news, I have passed all my modules, my results are not out yet but I just know I have, I also saw I passed my dissertation so I'm proud of myself and I can't believe I've done it but after so long I'm going to finally graduate. I'm over the moon and to spoil myself I booked a holiday with T. We're going to Portugal for 5 days, this is going to be my first abroad holiday, alone, just me and I am so so excited and so grateful for everything. Things in the Cafe have been good and more busy, I picked up a few extra shifts last week and although it was super tiring, I loved having this responsibility and routine of going to work. Today I did the long shift and it was really good even though I had 2 hours of sleep, I still managed to do everything even though it was really affecting my memory which was bad, I was forgetting things the moment people told me their coffee order. I literally made 11 crispy chickens, I didn't even realize how many I made until I saw the total at the end. I went to the gym with Cake, we were both tired but I'm proud of us for going. We've come a long way and have seen progress which I'm happy about and it's only time we do more and more and we will see more. We went to the Greyhound after and got some fish and chips and ran into T and C. It was nice catching up with C I was nervous at first but it was good. Now I'm home on Facetime with S and watching Love Island. I'm in a good mood even though me and cake was bitching all evening at dinner.

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shyuch · 1 year

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Database Animals

Azuma is unrelenting.

The Evolution of Otakus:

It's interesting to learn this much information about the etiology of Otakus. Their so called "obsession" with the consumption of media used to be something that had real meaning, or weight to it. Their attachments were based on a story line that the author had wrote, therefore the authors were given credit where credit was due.

However, as Otakus "evolved" they began to stray away from the narrative; the reason they liked the things that they liked was because of something more shallow; the characters themselves. They inflicted a moe-feeling, where it was something alluring about the character that essentially forced them to want... more of the character themselves.

It no longer had something to do with the story. As long as the character of the product was sufficient to satisfy the previous interactions of moe-feeling, then it was enough for the Otakus to accept it.

This in turn, could be exploited by franchises to keep "slapping" characters on non-associated products in order to attract the attention of the Otaku, even if it had nothing to relate to the story whatsoever. It is the Otaku that fills in the gaps in their head, by association with the character itself.

By then, the whole genre had been essentialized. It was a database of moe-feeling inducing elements just recycled in different arrangements. According to Azuma, there would be no more original creations, as the post-modern era, it allows anyone to create simulacra or the simulacra, and as long as the quality is as of the original, it would be accepted as gospel.

Kinda Related to Me?

youtube

This is kind of a side note, but I had never realized that I participated in this sort of "mad movie" making. I was never an Otaku, but I had also not read this article then, so I just made creations like this because it looked cool. It's crazy though, how much Azuma shuns upon this, with saying that this needs no creativity to produce.

An Example I Thought of:

Look at Doki-Doki Literature Club.

Attractive characters

Simulacrum

Definitely lots of moe feeling sprinkled in (with the characters)

Constant switching of Destiny (which girl are you meant to be with?) and love?

Evokes a lot of "fake" emotions

Monika (Don't want to spoil it)

Recycled Assets?

Everything that Azuma has dreaded about in this excerpt seems to appear in this game. I thought it was a great game when it came out, but now that I see it in a different light, while I still see that it is a good game, I see more of the "Database" element of things. How the assets are reused, with a strict path and dialogue, and having you date characters which are conventionally attractive. I do think that it is still a good game, with the end of the game having a dramatically different trajectory than of traditional dating simulators, but still, the database element is still there.

Some Thoughts About Azuma:

He seems to treat Otakus as sub-human. He says they are animalistic, only finding out ways how to satisfy their inner wants. Then, he gives us a little hope about Otakus, saying how despite being perverts they do not engage in perversive acts, and saying how they indeed to socialize. However, then he immediately says that this sociality is all false, they only do it to gain more information about the database, and all of the in person meetings have none of the "traditional" social interaction meaning within. He also states that they find reality in the fiction.

All of these points make me question Azuma's points. He does support his statements with a lot of facts, but why does it at one point all seem emotionally charged? It seems like it was a rather personal critique of the Otaku culture rather than a unbiased one.

Overall, very interesting reading.

#Youtube

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twistedmusings · 3 years

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Wake Up From Your Dream

A/N: I don't even know what I can SAY to this one except...I think I was so angry at not writing that I wrote smut outta SPITE? Can I be so angry with myself that I write Malleus smut to just get something out there? I guess I can. Anyways this ask certainly let my imagination fly q wq

Warnings: Non-con making its way into dub-con, manipulation, impregnating sex and Malleus realizing that family is really important.

You needed to find your way back to Night Raven College.

It has been so long since you’ve been back there, laughing and walking around as if there was no trouble in the world. Nevermind that you weren’t anywhere close to home and nevermind that your family was seeking you out.

As long as there was a possibility of you finding your way home, you had pretended that everything was going to be alright.

You were still a stranger to this world, you had no ties to this world and there would be no reason for you to stay once Crowley found your way back home. It was wonderful making friends with such a variety of people and watching them all grow in their own way. The way you knew you would grow from this experience as well.

Watching Ace and Deuce really come into themselves and their Unique Magic, watching the dorm leaders step into their positions of power and truly start to make a name for themselves that would help them out in their own version of the ‘real’ world. Riddle had gotten a wonderful position befitting of his family name, Leona was actually graduating, Azul was said to open a Monstro Lounge in the Coral Sea while Kalim had started investing time in his father’s trade without having Jamil help him. Even Idia was starting to take strides in his own field!

And you were proudest of Malleus. One simple conversation outside of Ramshackle had turned into a friendship you thought you would never forget. It was so wonderful to see him interact more with students, shyly following after you as you pushed him to talk more to others despite his position. That was what college was for, right? To experience new things and find your future--

You just didn’t think that Malleus would take it that far.

Was it because he was spoiled? No, even though he was born in a monarchy he still did his best to remain kind to others, especially his subjects. You were sure he was going to make a kind king in the future, even if you never got to see with your own two eyes.

You pull the hood over your head as you enter a bath house, the fae receiving you with a curious look and a smile as you hand her 2000 madols.

“Will you be booking a room tonight as well?”

“Just a simple shower and bath, that is all.”

If you were to make a guess, you were in the borders of the Valley of Thorns, a more rural area compared to the now rather modernized capital. You had stolen enough money to get you by for a few trips and you knew that places like these were the best at getting you directions. It had been a bit of a grueling trip, testing your knowledge of the fae language as well as avoiding questions about who you were and why you so desperately needed to make your way back to such a prestigious college. In a sense, you kept it minimal.

You needed to get back home.

“It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s fine. You’re fine.”

The mantra you kept repeating to yourself was whispered under your breath as you removed your articles of clothing slowly, still looking around to see if anybody had followed you in. But this is what was raising all of the hairs on your body, wasn’t it? This constant vigilance that didn’t let you sleep at night. You needed to relax, no one else would come this far.

You feel the fatigue melt as several days of walking are washed right off your body, a smile slowly creeping up on your face as you wash the dirt and oil from your hair.

It would be fine.

You would make it to Night Raven College and sneak into the Hall of Mirrors before wishing yourself back home. Crowley had said that they had pinned down the world you lived in and only after you make your wish would the connection be broken. This most likely meant that the connection was still intact since you didn’t even get a chance to to look at the mirror before you were whisked away.

Everything was going to work itself out, that’s the most you could promise yourself.

The bath is heavenly, the temperate water cooling you down from the hot shower as you look around.

There were no other patrons.

“Good.”

You lean back and press your head against a soft pillow of towels, enjoying the silence as you feel your worries soften while thinking back to what you would do when you were back home. It had been so long since you’ve seen some of your friends, your family was probably worried sick and you still had your own plans you wanted to get through.

If you had time, you could maybe drop by to see how your first year friends were doing?

Or were they in their third year now?

Wouldn’t that be a sight to see?

Your eyes close as you let yourself relax entirely, almost succumbing to sleep.

Only for a hand to grab your throat, the other covering your eyes as you hear a familiar chuckle that tenses your body up and breaks your heart.

“I am afraid we will have to postpone this shower.”

Tears well up in the corner of your eyes as you hear the sound of footsteps into the area, most likely the royal guard.

“Lilia--”

“You’d do well to stay put lest they chase after you.”

The hands covering your eyes pull back as you see a teasing smile looking down pitifully at your fresh set of tears.

“It has taken far too long to find you, Your Majesty.”

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“HUMAN!”

“[Y/N]-san!”

Lilia smiles as he leads you by the hand, the royal guard following close behind as Sebek and Silver join him.

“He might have already woken up, Father.”

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY YOUNG MASTER HAS GONE THROUGH?”

“Sebek.” Lilia looks at his charge, “Quiet. Malleus might still be sleeping.”

Silver takes one peek at you, trying to meet your gaze but pulling away when he sees that the veil Lilia had put on you is blocking anybody’s stares from seeing your face. In fact, the second in command had put you in one of the traditional outfits for fae royalty, complete with a light veil that flowed down from the silver circlet placed on your head.

“Excellent.”

Lilia turns his attention to you and laughs.

“He has been absolutely miserable since you left. It was quite a surprise to all of us when you managed to leave the palace walls. None of us thought that you had really done it, especially him, and it really was a hassle to search the palace up and down to see just where our little human had run off to.”

His voice drops to a whisper as he brings your hand up to his lips.

“I’ll make sure to punish you for that later.”

The older fae leads you along as you finally reach your destination, smiling as he knocks on large wooden doors while pushing you slightly to stand in front of everybody.

An answer he was going to get by the end of the night.

“Malleus.”

No answer. He tests the doors and nods when he sees they are unlocked, opening them as he leads you to step inside so that you both could see the figure drenched in moonlight, looking out the window as if awaiting for an answer.

Lilia waits for his other charge to say anything but shrugs as he looks at you with a smile and a bow.

“We are glad to have you back, Your Majesty.”

The door closes with a loud click as you turn your eyes to look up at the imposing figure, your nails digging into your fingertips enough to draw blood as you try to hold back from screaming and shouting at him to stop acting like such a child. Yet you do not wish to anger him, at least to save yourself from any sort of harsher punishment.

So instead you make your way over to the bed--

Only for the fae to turn around, grab your wrist and slam your back into the rough stone wall. Bright green eyes glare down at you as you wince in pain, still looking away from him but letting out a yelp when Malleus’s fingers grab your chin and force you to look at him in the eye.

“Why did you run?”

He really had no idea, did he?

“Because I don’t belong here--”

Malleus tightens his hold on your wrist.

“We’ve discussed this before, child of man, you belong here just like anybody else, you are my Queen--”

“Malleus wake UP!”

You push against his hold but the fae’s hold gets tighter, most likely leaving a mark. But that wouldn’t deter you, not anymore, you were going to tell him.

“I’m not from this world! Coming to Twisted Wonderland was just an accident! A stupid, stupid accident that no one bothered to fix! And just when we were close to making it right you---you--!”

Shit, you’re crying again.

“I have people waiting for me. Just like you had a family waiting for you. I came to the Valley of Thorns thinking that I was supporting you during your coronation but you just--made a decision entirely by yourself and announced me as yours! Why did you lie to me? To them?!”

Malleus’s hold softens as you finally let your tears flow freely, wishing to wipe them away only due to how weak they were making you look.

“...did you not say you loved me?”

“I did! I did but--Malleus after what you did I can’t--”

He lets go of your wrist only to cup your face as he leans down to press his lips on your cheek, his tongue licking up the warm tears as you grab hold of his wrists to try and push him away.

“Do you miss your family?”

You nod as he moves to kiss the corner of your eyes.

“More than anything…”

The dragon fae hums, letting his lips stay where they were a few seconds longer before chuckling as he pulls you close.

“I see--I really have been cruel to you, haven’t I?”

Your heart nearly leaps out of your throat at his words, hands clutching at his robes as you quickly nod. Maybe this was it, maybe it had taken you breaking down to let him see reason?

Please. Please!

“...A family.”

Malleus’s words are like dripped honey as a thought formed in his head, the thought taking shape and form as his hands clutched you tighter.

“Then we’ll just need to make a family of our own…”

-----

Hands clutch at his sheets as Malleus takes in the shape under him.

How beautiful could you be? How complex? To him it was as if not a day had passed since you first met. What had been mere curiosity had delved into deep affection and blossomed into a love that Malleus would only read about in fairytales. The sort of books that led him to believe in soulmates, in happily ever after’s and the possibility of spending the rest of your life with the one you loved.

And yes, you weren’t a fae, but the power of his magic was grand enough to keep you tied to him for the rest of eternity.

His lips can’t help but seek out yours as he thinks about how he is the one who will decide when you die.

This love hadn’t started out like this. What he felt for you had been a bit more relaxed, a lot softer and dreamier. You had confessed to him after his Overblot incident and he had gladly accepted your feelings. He was still keen on finding you a way home and promised himself to not let any moment be wasted in thinking how you soon would be far away from him.

Every day was spent happily with you, the rest of the school year flying by as you both enjoyed the time you still had together.

But Malleus was still a dragon at heart, a fae that yearned and longed to take and take.

So when thoughts about you leaving started to make their way to the forefront of his mind, not even your constant love and affection could keep him from his instincts.

You would leave him to go back to your world. Go back to the normal and the familiar. As you walked your path, you would eventually find someone that enchanted you the way he had, all ending with you walking down a beautiful aisle to your now beloved.

A person that wasn’t...him.

As the days of his third year started to run to a close, his hold on you had become a lot tighter, his kisses a lot more possessive and in the end he had invited you to watch his coronation as he entered his fourth and final year.

With his announcement of making you his Queen.

“Malleus! Please I can’t--I’m not ready--!”

He let Lilia make up some story about you not returning to Night Raven, fooling Crowley into believing that you had found your future in the Valley of Thorns with him. The announcement of you taking up the role of Queen had been surprising but Malleus had woven the story in such a way that there had been talks of having it printed for others to read.

It was a wonderful ending to your love story, you ending up in his arms. But something was missing…

Malleus was glad that you had given him the answer.

Both of your knees were on either side of his waist, your hands clutching at whatever they could as his cock buried itself deep into your cunt. The veil was long forgotten as his robes and your own are thrown carelessly around the room while you wail and scream at being broken into by such a thick length. The small sight of blood on his cock made Malleus smile as he pushed in further, the tightness that was pushing him back slowly opening up for him as he watched you do your best to fit him inside.

It would be fine, you would be fine.

With a growl he finally bottoms out, two hands holding your hips and forcing you down to take all of him as the tip of his cock pressed right under your womb--

He shivers as you tighten up again, leaning down to lick up the trail of tears on your cheek before eating up your tiny whimpers with a hungry kiss.

“Here...right here is where our family will start.”

A large hand takes yours as Malleus puts it right over the small bulge on your stomach, your eyes growing wide as you realize just how deep inside he is. He kisses you again, not daring to break away as he lets a trail of saliva dangle from his lips to yours, the clear liquid disappearing into your mouth as your body relaxed and your eyes grew hazy.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

It was a simple question, but your brain seemed muddled from his kiss. Dragons tended to excrete a certain liquid as they got ready to mate, the experience painful even within his own species but being eased with the help of saliva, sweat or cum.

And with the way he was pressed against you, his sweat matted on your skin as he let more of his spit drip down his tongue and onto yours...surely the answer would come the more you two worked to start your family.

Malleus hardly gave you any time to recover as he started to move, his eyes entranced with the way he disappeared into you with each thrust. Your mind was still muddled but your body was already eagerly accepting him, your legs wrapping around him slowly before locking him in place as he repeated the question.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

You open your mouth but the only word that comes out is a plea for him to go faster.

Which Malleus gladly listens to.

It didn’t take long for him to start pounding into you at a brutal pace, every thrust having the tip of his cock slamming against your womb as your toes curled from the pleasure of taking him so deep. His cock disappeared inside your tiny cunt, shaft now coated not just with blood but with your arousal as well. The bed creaked in protest while the sounds of the bed frame hitting the wall helped him keep time, Malleus leaning back down to kiss you again as your lips this time part eagerly and sucked on his tongue while your hands clutched his shoulders and horns.

Cries turned into happy moans, your sad and abandoned look now one of pure ecstasy as your pussy flutters and tightens around him, pushing him to go harder and harder so he could---!

“[Y/N]--!”

Your legs close tighter around him as you bury your face on the crook of his neck, your orgasm being ripped from you unexpectedly as Malleus halted his movements with a stiff body. He drops his head on your shoulder as your legs keep him in place.

“Malleus...ah--!”

He groans as he paints the inside of your walls white, the warmth of his cum filling your womb to the point that what you hadn’t taken merely dripped out onto the now stained sheets. Malleus lifts his head to look down at you, smiling as he sees your eyes staring up at him eagerly despite how much you had protested before.

“A family…”

You smile as Malleus nods, your hands going all the way to your stomach as you feel the warmth start to twist your brain even more.

“A family with you…how wonderful…”

Arms wrap around him as Malleus kisses a trail from your shoulder to your lips. He just needed to ask you one last time.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

With a hum, your answer is whispered into his ear as Malleus closes his eyes as he realizes that this is where his happily ever after would finally start.

“I love you Malleus, more than anything else.”

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #twst mc #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst smut #twst imagines #fem reader #twst x reader #adult section #requests #//and to those who have been sending me nice messages #//thank you q wq

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starryevermore · 3 years

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I don't have much of a specific request but I saw frayed and I love angst with happy ending Stucky - what if they're spending more time together without the reading (missions, maybe?) and reader is upset and maybe starts doing things they'd planned on her own? Sorry if that's too much/not enough but your writing is so good

fractured

warnings: angst city, unhappy ending

(check out "frayed" first)

after the events of "frayed", things between the three of you got a lot better.

for a solid month after their failed competition, they did everything in the world to make it up to you. did everything you wanted the second that you asked for it.

eventually, though, you returned to normalcy (though, you did add the safe word to your sex life, as well as established a few more boundaries to make sure something like that didn't happen again).

things were good for a while, but eventually you hit another bump in the road.

steve and bucky were often away on long missions and, as a strategist, you were often left alone for long periods of time.

it wasn't anything that anyone could control. it was their jobs after all.

but it also made you feel like they didn't need you in their lives.

when they were away on missions, they could bond. when they got back, they were often resting and training for the next one.

nowadays, there was little time for the three of you to have time together.

you brought up your concerns to your boys, and they agreed that you all needed to do more stuff together.

the three of you made a list of plans, from movie nights to dinner reservations to weekend getaways. it was supposed to make things better, supposed to make your relationship stronger.

the first time they missed one of the plans, you wrote it off. they'd just got back from a mission that ran longer than expected. they were tired.

but when you asked them about it in the morning, to maybe try and do it then, they didn't even realize they missed something.

you wrote it off again as them just being tired.

then it happened a second time. and a third time. and a fourth.

eventually, you realized that they weren't going to come. so, you took matters into your own hands.

you took natasha out on movie nights. she liked "found family" types of movies, the nice feel-good kind of stuff. it was nice to cry on her shoulder when the big, emotional scenes would hit.

you'd take thor and loki out to dinners. loki would pretend the entire thing was beneath him, but he eventually warmed up and the two of them would tell you amazing stories about asgard.

you invited tony on shopping trips. he mostly shopped for himself, but occasionally he could convince you to get something for himself. eventually wanda would join on your outings, and tony would have fun trying to get you both to spoil yourselves for once.

it wasn't what you wanted, but it did make you feel better. at least there were people who wanted to spend time with you.

steve and bucky didn't even realize what was happening until they didn't have to go away on a mission for a whole two weeks, but you were rarely with them.

you always had something else going on. going to the comic book store with peter, teaching vision how to cook, going to the little book club you'd started with loki and bruce and a few of the other agents.

one day, when you were about to leave for an outing with clint, when your boys confronted you.

"why haven't you spent any time with us, sunshine?" bucky asked.

you shrugged. "didn't think you'd notice. or care."

"why wouldn't we care?" steve asked.

"well, we made so many plans together that you neglected. so i stopped trying."

the realization dawned on them. and that just made your heart break. how could they be so ignorant for so long? how could they just neglect you like this? why did they only care when it affected them?

"why didn't you say anything?"

"i did, steve. neither of you listen." you shrugged again. "i moved on from it. i know where i'm not wanted."

"we want you!" bucky protested. "please, let us make this right."

"i don't know if there's anything left to make right. i...i don't think i can do this any longer."

steve reached out, trying to grab at your hands but you only pulled away. "please, don't throw this all away."

"i'm not the one throwing anything away. that was you two. i'm just deciding that i don't wanna sit in the trash heap anymore." you looked away from them, shaking your head. "i'm sorry. but i need to be with someone who puts me first."

"we can do that!" bucky said.

"but you can't. that was the whole point of making plans. plans that you kept forgetting. i don't want to do this anymore."

"we love you though."

"and if you really love me, steve, then you'd let me go." you walked towards the door but, before you left, you said, "i'll be back for my stuff later. i'm sorry things had to end like this."

"we'll always love you," bucky said.

"and it's a damn shame that wasn't enough."

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 4 years

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You don't have to do this, but what if you wrote the scene where Brody was Dylan's stress reliever? >:) Like I said, just a suggestion.

[Why, of course, Anon! I am nothing if not a sucker for following prompts sent to me. No editing - we die as MEN. Also: i’m using this as my first BTHB fill! - lifted by neck @badthingshappenbingo]

CW: violent beating, violent/angry whumper, pet whump, collar mention, blood mention, injury, swearing, ....Dylan...

[Masterlist]

Brody heard keys jingling the door and he rounded the corner excitedly. Samuel had gotten home early! He had finished his tasks hours ago, and he had just been sitting in the laundry room. He didn’t have anything to do in there, but it was as good a place to sit and wait as anywhere else.

And the fabric softener smelled nice.

His face was bright and hopeful, but it fell quickly. Very quickly.

Dylan was here, furious and striding towards him.

“O-oh, hello. Do, do you want a-“ Dylan grabbed Brody’s hair, yanking his head down into his knee as he raised it. He felt something deep inside his face crack before he felt the flood of pain, before he registered the sound he heard as coming from himself. Dylan grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him against the wall, knocking a picture frame off the wall. He knocked into it with a cry and crumpled to the ground, disoriented and head throbbing in pain.

“Fucking shitbag Chase, acting like he owns the place,” Dylan shouted as he dug kick after kick into Brody’s ribs with his heavy work boots. He tried to curl up, to protect himself, but the blows didn’t stop. They knocked the breath out of his lungs, and he nearly choked on blood as he tried to gasp for breath.

“You know I’ve been with the company longer than you have, right?! Just because you were hot stuff at your old placement doesn’t mean that you can come in here and boss me around!” He gave one last kick, and Brody felt another snap inside him. He cried out, voice grating.

It was the wrong move.

“Oh, you don’t like that?” Dylan growled, crouching over. If a flash of pure adrenaline, Brody scrambled back and away, down the hall towards the kitchen. Dylan’s face twisted with rage, overcoming the boy in just a few steps.

“Oh no you don’t. You know better than to run away from me. Or least, if you didn’t before, you’ll know now.”

Brody cowered away, raising his hands to try and defend his already bleeding and bruised face. Dylan picked up his foot and stomped it into the middle of Brody’s chest. Brody’s body curled up around it from the force, knocking the newly found breath out of his lungs again and squeezing a weak cry from him.

Dylan lifted his foot only to reach down and grab Brody by his shirt collar. He was so disoriented, so overwhelmed with pain, that he couldn’t even keep his head up. It lulled back, bell on his collar making a small tinkling sound.

The noise enraged Dylan even further.

“God, I hate that stupid fucking bell. Sam probably bought it just to mess with me,” he growled shoving Brody back down with a thud.

“P-ple-ase,” Brody whimpered, unable to think of what he was even pleading for anymore. For it to stop? For Dylan to knock him unconscious? For Samuel to come home?

Wordlessly, Dylan unbuckled Brody’s collar. One hand grabbed Brody’s jaw, the other twisted back into the boy’s hair. With one furious motion, he wrenched Brody’s jaw open and shoved the bell so far into the boy’s mouth he gagged on it.

“Shut. Up! Sam loves to go on and on about how he got a pet that was ‘pre-trained’ for him, but I think you’re fucking shit at it,” he spit at he buckled the leather collar around his head like a gag.

None of the words that been hurled at him hurt so far, but those sunk deep. He was trying. He was trying his hardest. Tears already ran down his face, but Brody could feel a strange sense of shame burn underneath them. Not shame at being someone else’s stress relief toy, not the shame of having his own collar used as a gag, but shame in that he wasn’t a very good pet.

Dylan’s hand wrapped around his throat and pulled, lifting him up in the air. His hands few to Dylan’s wrist, instinct and panic taking over. His socked feet scrambled to find the tile of the kitchen, but it was centimetres away.

Centimetres too far.

He scratched and dug at Dylan’s hands as the corners of his vision started to go dark. Dylan squeezed, cutting off his airflow even further. He didn’t hold him for long, however, slamming his back into the wall again. He raised Brody a little higher just to drop him.

“You know you’re a spoiled brat, right? God, he’s so soft on you and you really don’t deserve it. If you were mine, I don’t think you could make it twenty minutes between punishments. People wouldn’t even know what you looked like you’d be so black and blue.”

Brody lay in a pile of limbs on the floor. The world around him was spinning, and he couldn’t tell if he was too. The pain in his head was sharp and throbbing in unison with the pain in his chest and neck. He could feel a stab in his lungs when he breathed, and his entire torso felt like it was bruised. He didn’t even realize that Dylan had walked away until he came back.

He had grabbed the first thing that he could find; an extension cord from Samuel’s office. He snapped it across Brody’s face once like a whip, leaving a thin welt across his cheek and splitting his lip. Brody tried to raise a hand to deflect another lash, but he could barely move his arms, let alone defend himself.

Dylan grabbed his wrist and then the other, yanking him up into a sitting position. He wrapped the cord around tightly, Brody’s fingers already feeling hot and swollen. Brody had had his wrists tied before, cuffs, rope, zip-ties, and even one of his old Master’s ties once, but the cord was the tightest out of all of them.

A high-pitched ringing drowned out everything else after Dylan slammed his head back down into the floor. His eyes felt so, so heavy and his vision was blurry. He turned his head as if he was underwater, just in time to see the boot coming towards his face.

He passed out, but Dylan didn’t care.

He didn’t need the pet to be awake to be stress relief.

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