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alatusprinz · 1 year

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trivial things they do that make you fall in love all over again

genre : fluff ( modern au, committed relationships? )

characters : xiao , cyno, kaedehara kazuha , tighnari , scaramouche x f!reader

albedo takes care of you in ways you never knew you needed. your powerbank, airpods or phone is never out of battery because he charges them when you're in the shower or sleeping. he can guess what you want for dinner from the way you're texting, and often has exactly what you've been craving for before you ever told him what you wanted to eat. he restocks everything in your home before anything ever runs out. takes and edits THE BEST insta-worthy pictures of you, everyone wonders if you hired a professional now. brings you your favorite snack and/or drink every time he goes to the convenience store because he is just so smitten he can't spend a minute without thinking about you. remembers your birthday, the date of the day you two first held hands, kissed and everything, the dates are engraved into his memory and he does mini-celebrations every single year no matter how much time has passed. sometimes, he comes behind you when you're busy with work and starts brushing your hair, and maybe braid them if you'd let him. he's amazingly good at styling your hair, then when he's done, he'll kiss you on the top of your head and whisper how beautiful you are, the most breathtaking person to walk this world.

tighnari, after being with you for a while, can read you like an open book. just as you're about to leave the house, he'll remind you something you were about to forget just now. he knows when you've had a bad day from the way you close the door, so he's bringing you a cup of tea and pulling you in a gentle hug without a single word needed. he knows exactly what you're thinking, too much to the point where you two say so many words at the same time. the longer he spends time with you, the more he finds himself syncing to your mannerisms- and frankly, he loves it. when you accidentally fall asleep while waiting for him to finalize his work, he'll gently cover you with a blanket (and if you wear glasses, he'll take them off gently and put them next to you with a kiss on your forehead.) he may not verbalize it often but you have him completely wrapped around your finger, he can't go through his day without searching for your presence every corner he turns. also, he would never let you go to sleep with tears in your eyes, no. over his dead body. no matter how bad the argument would be, tighnari would make sure you two were at least on surface-level understanding before comforting and apologizing to you before going to sleep with a gentle promise of discussing it again when you're both more rational tomorrow. grows different types of flowers and names them after you. tugs them behind your ear when they grow and bloom.

kazuha spoils you without explicitly meaning it. always lets you have the aux in his car and if he's playing music, always has your new favorite songs saved in his playlist so you two can both enjoy. he carries an extra set of mittens and scarf for you in case you're cold every single time you two go out on a date in winter. brings you peeled/sliced fruit when you're working and sometimes feeds them to you if you're too busy. when he's waking you up from your nap, he kneels next to the bed and kisses your cheeks and forehead while gently whispering sweet nothings until you're awake instead of leaning over. on a snowy winter day, he'll draw a heart in front of your window by his footprints on the fresh snow and call you over to make you see the giant (kind of unshapely) heart. still opens every single door for you after years and years of being together. buys you flowers and heartfelt gifts without ever needing a reason to because you being in his life is the greatest joy he has ever experienced. and if marriage is something you want, even after marriage, kazuha will never stop calling you endearments, saying i love you every day, and take you out on a date once a week at the very least. will gladly freeze for the night if you hog the blanket accidentally, and when you fall asleep while hugging his arm, he'd adore how cute you look while sleeping and gladly ignore/forget about his arm going numb because he doesn't have the heart to move you while you're sleeping.

scaramouche's affection is so lowkey that you need to pay attention if you want to notice. he always lets you walk on the inside of the sidewalk. he covers sharp corners of the table when you lean down. he gets you that concert ticket that's sold out within seconds somehow and leaves them in one of your lecture notes for you to find out yourself ( and has one for himself too, half to annoy you and half because he secretly loves seeing how happy you look at that concert). flicks your forehead every time when you start talking bad things about yourself in attempt to soothe your insecurities. argues with you about you "stealing his hoodies/sweatshirts" all the time but it's him who leaves them in your room secretly when you aren't looking, then claim he "forgot it" just because he loves seeing you in his clothes. once fought a guy who was trying to buy the last piece of snack you liked at a convenience store and successfully brought you the snacks- you never found out what happened to the other dude. he pauses the netflix whenever you leave the room even for 2 seconds. steals your jewelry sometimes (because it reminds him of you throughout the day), and dresses so well to the point he looks better in it than you do.

xiao, if you pay enough attention, shows every second of the day how smitten he is for you already. he texts you good morning the second he wakes up, and the last one to say good night. sends you random memes and cute pictures of animals and tag you with "looks like you" or if there's a picture of a cute animal couple, sometimes with "us." if you text him "my head kinda hurts ugh", he'll leave you on read for 20 minutes and by the time you're wondering what he's doing, you'll see him knocking at your door with painkillers, homemade stew, and a slice of cake he knows you like. extremely light sleeper so when you sleep together and you can't sleep or you're having a nightmare, he wakes up immediately and comforts you, shushing your tears away and hugging you, playing with your hair until you fall asleep. every time when he's coming over to your house, he has something he knows you like (a drink from your favorite cafe, your favorite desert, book or maybe a spare hoodie of his). brings you random pretty rocks and small stuffed dolls, pretty much everything he sees and reminds him of you- he will buy and give it as a present to you. knows you have like half his closet already but doesn't have the heart to ask for his clothes back because you seem so happy wearing them. sometimes calls you at midnight and takes you for a spontaneous motorcycle ride, and take you where the night view is the prettiest. wears that promise ring you got for him 3 years ago religiously every single day. talks to you how much he loves you and how much he wishes you'll stay by his side forever when he thinks you're sleeping (ps. you're not).

cyno, while he doesn't look like it, is the biggest simp if you see through his stoic exterior. he worships the ground you walk on, is willing to do nearly anything just to see you happy and healthy. he will listen to you talk and rant about things he has no idea about for hours or days if needed- not just listen passing-by, he never takes his eyes off you, and listens to every single word with great attention. he's also a living heater so he always warms up your freezing hands and feet without a single complaint. gives the best hugs, and he smells so good too, he will always be the comfort person you needed when you had nobody else to turn to. gives you his jacket even if it's minus 30 celsius outside and INSISTS he isn't cold, even if his nose is clearly turning red. carries the shopping bags for you even if you insist he doesn't need to, he really doesn't want to make you lift anything heavy. if you two order at a restaurant and you don't like your food, he'll gladly switch with yours with no complaints. instead, he'll have a soft, adoring smile when you have another bite from his dish and your eyes sparkle in excitement when you clearly like it better than yours. if you have any scars on your body, that's where he likes to kiss you the most. and he truly thinks the scar, or your entire body and soul is the most beautiful one he's ever encountered. will watch your comfort movie/series with you thousand times over without a single complaint just to see the smile on your face. has a custom-made hoodie that has the ugliest embroidery with a print that says "i love (y/n)" unironically and wears it around the house. not afraid to kiss and cuddle you even when you're sick and try to keep him away in case he catches it but he never listens, instead cuddles in even closer. when you two share a piece of food, he'll purposefully split it in like 6.5/3.5 and give you the bigger piece. oh and he says he'll love you even if you turn into a worm so, that's that.

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inhuman-obey-me · 9 months

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what do you think happens when a human gives a demon their soul in exchange for a pact?? would it give that demon all the wisdom? powers of the human??

From what we've seen in the game, honestly it basically mostly comes down to like...wanting human souls because demons find them shiny and attractive. And tasty? Also tasty.

However, it seems that's basically the extent of it, in terms of what demons get from human souls themselves.

(spoilers for Nightbringer below the cut)

When it comes to potentially receiving things like wisdom and power from humans, you have to remember that demons (and angels, for that matter) don't actually really...think quite so highly of humans?

Compared to demons and angels, humans are essentially considered weak beings to be guided or influenced by one side or the other -- a point that has been especially emphasized in Nightbringer.

Let's use Solomon as an example -- a human that has both power and wisdom. In fact, he has been outright known as the names "Solomon the Wise" and the "Witty Sorcerer" in OM canon, and he is the most powerful sorcerer ever to exist, in terms of power as a human. And even for all that, that's only barely enough to make Lucifer have to actually put a little bit of effort into warding him off. Lucifer has made clear more than once that, if he actually cared more, Solomon would absolutely be no match for him.

Now, to be fair, Solomon does have 72 pacts -- but none of those pacts have actually been confirmed in-game to be for his soul. We know that Asmo was just sort of drunkenly manipulated into making a pact, and Barbatos mentions in the "Tea Time With You" Devilgram that his pact with Solomon is actually about atonement. Which, by the way, is a super juicy tidbit for them to have dropped in a Devilgram and we desperately want to know more about that?? When he makes a pact with Asmo a second time in Nightbringer, that also involves no promises of his soul. And, more generally, Solomon argues in NB Lesson 17 that most pact-making usually involves having to manipulate or outsmart demons -- though, we also know from Thirteen that his soul is amazingly shiny, and that's why she also wants it.

Now, that's Solomon, who is a special case in terms of both power and wisdom. And rather than coveting those things from him, the demons of the cast treat him more like either a nuisance or a threat. Meanwhile, power is actually the reason Solomon makes the pacts -- because the pacts give him power, not the other way around.

Then consider that the average human is not Solomon, but more like MC was at the very beginning of OM -- no magic, no power, not known for any special wisdom or anything. They, and their souls, are not typically meaningfully powerful or wise to demons, who themselves are way more powerful and cleverer than anything they could get from a human. So, as with the screenshot from Lucifer earlier, it would seem it really just comes to being like a shiny gem, something demons want to collect -- either to simply own their soul for eternity or to consume it as a delicacy.

There is a way that demons can get a taste of power from humans in a pact, though, and that is when the human draws it out of them while under a pact. This is what MC did with Asmodeus when Solomon lent them his power back in OG Lesson 8, which was so fascinating to Asmo that he actually freely decided to make the pact with MC, just so he'd have more opportunities in the future to experience that power again.

Rather than being power that the demon receives as part of a human's soul, that seems to be a two-way street, since Solomon also references having Barbatos lend him his power in NB Lesson 1 in order to go back in time to where MC was sent. But in terms of power from humans? It's while they have the pact with the human alive that it matters.

tl;dr -- Demons want to collect human souls because they're shiny and tasty. Humans want pacts for power.

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luveline · 2 years

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Ok but like shy!reader doodling Eddie's tattoos onto her own arms and then getting embarrassed when he sees them. But he's just like "wdym you're embarrassed, it's cute... But you're missing a bat, there's seven of them :)"

this is the cutest idea ever!! ♡ shy!fem!reader | 1k words

You'd forgotten all about your penned imitations by the end of the day, a boring morning at work spent idly doodling swiftly replaced in your memory by a turbulent afternoon.

You stare at the desk with your hands braced at the sides of your face. You're tired and aching and you just really want to see Eddie, his frizzy curls all windblown from driving with the windows down, his ripped clothes.

Life is sometimes fair. As soon as you think of him, he appears.

"Hey," Eddie says, bright and easy.

You blink at him and grin from behind the Palace arcade desk.

"Miss me?" he asks, smirking.

You try to hide your smile but the damage has already been done. Refusing to answer, you pretend to be busier than you are, reaching under the counter for another roll of quarters.

"I was thinking we'd go get milkshakes. You know, celebrate the weekend," he says, his hand clasped around the crook of his arm, head inclined to yours.

"I'm sorry you have to wait for me," you apologise.

Eddie finishes school an hour and a half before you finish work. You know he's taken to spending that time in the parking lot, shooting the breeze. Or, from the smell, smoking it. You feel very guilty to take up his time like that, and also, secretly, very special.

"Don't be. You know," he turns so his back is to you and points to his van, "when I park right there? I can see you running around in here. You realise they're only paying you minimum wage, right?"

"You watch me working?" you ask.

"What?" He spins around, a hand sewn into the hair behind his neck. "Of course not… Hey, what's that?"

It's your worst nightmare to be caught like this, his tattoos badly replicated over your arm and on clear display. If he didn't know how hopeless you are about him before this is an amazingly obvious indication.

You pull your arm to your chest in a poor attempt at hiding it and he vies for it, fingers kind but insistent as they close around your wrist. You're not in the habit of denying him anything but you can't look at him as he lays your arm across the desk. He's unusually quiet as he slides a ringed finger under your sleeve and hikes it up high. His fingertips stay bordering your sleeve and his thumb brushes over a clumsy wing, his eyes a shade from blank.

You squirm under his touch but don't pull away. Eddie's eyes flit up to your face. He takes in your embarrassment and is quick to try to make you feel better, his grip loosening.

"Hey, it's okay. They look good on you."

Your relief is palpable. You step as close to him as you can with the counter between you and he screws his lips to the side, a lopsided smile.

"You're missing one," he says wryly.

"Huh?"

"You're missing one of the bats. D'you have a pen?"

You lean back to the register and grab one for him. He takes it gratefully and unstoppers it with his teeth, holding the cap between his lips. The nib is small and thin and tickles you worse now that it's Eddie drawing on you. He sets it to your skin gently, a feathering sketch stretching out besides the other bats as he slowly completes your temporary tattoo. He does a much better job than you, though he has a clearer point of reference.

He strokes your arm when he finishes, a cheerful smile affecting his every feature: his eyes crease, his cheeks perk up.

"Voilà," he says. "Perfect."

He changes his mind abruptly. "Oh, wait."

He sets the pen to your skin again. You struggle to see it as he writes E.M in his brilliant hand, letters all pointy and broad. From your angle it looks like a W and a backwards E so it takes you a few seconds to recognise what they are.

"Gotta sign the artwork."

You hold your hand out for the pen and he passes it to you. You struggle to write upside down, reworking your initials in your head before you set them underneath his with a small plus sign.

He leans forward and squints at it. His hair falls in his face. You ditch the pen to tuck it behind his ear, your hand tentative, your touch lingering behind his earlobe.

You're distracted by his earring, a tiny silver stud, and don't notice he's taken the pen again until he's half finished his next addition.

He puts the pen down with a self-satisfied hum.

A confident heart encapsulates both of your initials.

"You should get that for keeps." You laugh, breathless, and his smile only grows. "Yeah? That would be sweet. The bats too, if you can stomach it."

"I should start small," you murmur.

Funny, to see any kind of bashfulness on Eddie, who's features seem designed for smugness or something similar.

"Maybe just the E," you add with a feigned nonchalance.

He looks like he wants to jump over the desk. Nervous laughter bubbles up your throat and you pull your arm out of his grip to cover your mouth with your hand.

"When's your shift finish?" he asks, though he knows.

"Five minutes."

He starts to back out of the arcade, eyes on yours and hand aloft. "You spend those five minutes thinking about what you want tonight, yeah? I'm gonna start the van." He almost hits a little kid on the way out. You can see the muttered cuss word on his lips. When he looks back at you he's electric. "Anything you want, you can have!"

His promise makes the last five minutes feel longer than any of the hours before.

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fizzydrink698 · 2 years

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passenger | jennie

kinktober day 3: car sex

pairing: kim jennie x female reader

word-count: 5.2k

genre: romance, fluffy smut

warnings: swearing, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, the inherent awkward manoeuvring of car sex, some real fuzzy emotions

summary:

Settling herself down into the space next to you, she draped the blanket over the two of you, shifting closer ever so slightly when it proved not quite big enough to cover you both easily.

…You know, if you’d had to guess where this night would take you, snuggling up with Kim Jennie under a blanket wouldn’t exactly be your first thought.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Those were Jennie’s first words when she got into your car, her expression cold as she tried to manoeuvre her dress skirts inside so that she could close the car door without trapping them.

Amazingly, despite the rain beginning to pour down outside, she looked incredibly put-together. You’d only really met her a few times – maybe enough to count on two hands – but she always seemed so chic and well-dressed. Designer clothes, perfect hair, and just that…like, aura of elegance.

You didn’t know Jennie particularly well, but when you got the call just after midnight from Rosé that Jennie needed a lift home and the situation was, quote, “really not good”, you didn’t hesitate to make the hour-long journey to her.

You had expected her to be at some kind of house party, or some kind of typical date location – like a restaurant, or something. Not a black-tie gala hosted at a hotel so grand and towering that it made your eyes water just to look at it.

Still, you knew Jennie ran in slightly different circles from you and Rosé. Maybe this was a typical Friday night for her.

You didn’t hesitate to start driving, pulling out of the hotel courtyard with as much speed as you could get away with – but you couldn’t deny the vague flicker of unease in your gut.

“Bad night?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the road.

Jennie didn’t reply.

You continued, trying to keep your voice light. “Like, ‘the food was gross and my foot got stepped on’ bad, or…you know, ‘police report’ bad?”

Jennie sighed, folding her arms over her chest. “Just…people being assholes. No laws broken, I just…didn’t want to be there anymore.”

Slightly reassured, you let the subject drop and continued to drive on in silence.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jennie rummage through her clutch purse, draw out her phone – and promptly sigh. “Do you have a phone charger port in here?”

Phone charger port? Your car still had a tape deck. Phone charger ports were a little beyond your budget.

“No, sorry,” you said, glancing over at her. “Do you need one?”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you realised how dumb they were – a realisation only compounded by Jennie’s slow blink at you as she held her dead phone.

“…That was a stupid question,” you mumbled, turning back to the road.

Jennie had the grace not to respond verbally, but her facial expression was enough.

You made the resolution there and then that, for your own pride, it was probably best to keep your mouth shut in front of the pretty girl for the rest of the journey.

That resolution lasted all of twenty-five minutes, ending dramatically when you found yourself stuck on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere and your back wheels stuck over half a foot deep in mud.

You stood there, outside, staring at the wheels in disbelief as rain just bucketed down from the heavens and drenched you. You barely felt it, a little numb with shock and the pervasive thought of just…what the fuck?

You’d tried everything, but there was no way you were getting out of this without a tow.

Reluctantly, you looked back towards the front of the car – where you could just about see the silhouette of Jennie in the passenger seat, her body turned and leaning over the seat to look back at you.

Shit. This was not your night.

Well, to be fair, it was definitely not her night either.

Putting on a brave face, you squared your shoulders and headed back to the driver’s side, pulling open the car door and wincing slightly as your soaked clothes made contact with the fabric seat.

“Uh, so the car is like stuck in that mud,” you explained, trying your best to keep your voice light. You grabbed your phone from where it had been resting in your cupholder, giving you something to look at that wasn’t Jennie’s face. “We’re going to need a tow truck, I think, so let me just…”

With such a – and you say this lovingly – heap of junk for a car, you had the good sense to save the number of a roadside assistance company in your contacts.

That good sense was wasted, however, when you tried to dial the number and were immediately met with a ‘call failed’ message.

No service.

Of course.

“OK,” you said, lifting your phone up as high as it could go and trying to call again, just in case – but to no avail. “There’s no signal here. I can try walking around when the rain stops to find some, and–”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere,” Jennie pointed out. “There’s not going to be signal for, like, miles around. And…”

She trailed off, attention turning towards the window. Without your car’s headlights, you knew it would be completely pitch-black outside. You briefly imagined trying to stumble around in the middle of the night, the ground still slick with rainwater and mud, and your stomach immediately knotted with dread.

Jennie sighed. “Wait until morning, at least.”

Morning?

Morning was still several hours away, which was a very long time to be stuck in a car with someone you barely knew.

To make matters worse, you were starting to shiver. Your wet clothes were clinging to your skin, growing colder and colder with every passing minute. There was a spare change of workout clothes in the gym bag on your backseat, but there was a very obvious problem with changing clothes right now.

“You look freezing,” Jennie noted, eyebrows raised as you tried not to visibly shudder from the cold in front of her. “Is there, like, anything in this car that you can use to dry off?”

“I mean, I’ve got…I’ve got some other clothes,” you admitted, jabbing a thumb towards the bag behind you.

“Maybe you should put those on, before you get pneumonia.”

“I mean, I can, but are you OK with…I mean, I should probably make sure that you’re–”

Jennie rolled her eyes. “I’m fine. Believe it or not, I’m capable of turning around while you’re getting changed.”

You wanted so badly to defend your reluctance, to press your argument further, but you managed to bite your tongue. You awkwardly clambered over the centre console and through the gap between the front seats towards the back, thankfully managing to avoid contact with Jennie as you did so.

With one last glance towards Jennie, just to make sure she was fine with this and facing the other way, you began to peel off your wet t-shirt.

Aware that undressing in complete silence – especially when that undressing involved a long, protracted struggle with wet clothing – would be horrifically awkward, you cleared your throat and tried to make conversation. “So, what’s up with the big fancy party in the middle of nowhere?”

“It was this fundraiser thing. Work-related,” Jennie explained. “One of our biggest donors owns that hotel, and they offered to host. What about you?”

You paused, one arm out of your shirt, confused. “What about me?”

“What were you doing around here, if you were close enough to give me a ride back to the city?”

“Uh…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say. “I wasn’t?”

“What? You were at home?” Jennie asked, her tone incredulous.

“Yeah?”

She paused, seemingly at a loss for words. “That’s…wait, how far is that? An hour away?”

You didn’t know how to answer that. What should you have done? Downplay it?

You watched Jennie tilt her head, and when she spoke again, her voice was a little softer. “…Rosé said you were nice.”

Your face warmed, unused to compliments. You stalled for a second by taking off your shirt entirely, tossing it onto the driver’s seat. Reaching for the dry t-shirt in your gym bag, you managed to reply with a shrug. “Yeah, I like to think I am, I guess.”

“Maybe too nice,” Jennie pointed out. It wasn’t accusatory, not at all, but it was almost like a warning. Like a piece of advice.

You thought this over, putting on the t-shirt. “…Nah. I’m the perfect amount of nice. Everyone else should step up and get on my level.”

To your surprise, Jennie laughed. Kind of. Her version of a laugh was apparently a soft exhale through her nose, but you caught the way her cheekbones lifted for the briefest of smiles.

You cringed at the feeling of peeling off your wet jeans, throwing them away to join your shirt on the driver’s seat, and pulled on the thick, comfy pair of sweatpants instead. They were a little worn, maybe, but so soft. After suffering in those soaked clothes, they felt like heaven.

Now that you had solved the wet clothes issue, you took a moment to assess the situation the two of you had found yourselves in.

Staying the night in a car was not exactly ideal. The biggest concern was security, but in this regard, you were somewhat reassured. Your car might have been ancient, but it was big and sturdy, with strong thick windows you could barely see out of, let alone into. Nothing was getting in.

The next biggest concern, and one in which the solution was less obvious, was how the fuck you were going to stay warm. You couldn’t keep your engine running forever, which meant eventually, the heaters were going to have to turn off.

You might have been fine with your new clothes, but Jennie’s dress wasn’t exactly built for cold weather. You looked it over for a moment, how bare it left her arms, her shoulders, her delicate collarbones. She’d probably get so cold, even if she did look…

An idea suddenly came to you, and after a second of rummaging around in the dimness of the overhead light, you found what you were looking for, folded up and hidden away in one of the footwells. “Hey, Jennie?”

She turned around, eyes dropping for a second to note your new clothes, before bringing them back up to your face. “Yeah?”

“You want a blanket?” You asked, grabbing the item in question and extending it to her.

Her gaze shifted towards the blanket, brow furrowing. “You have a blanket in your car?”

“Yeah, it’s from…” you paused, debating whether it was worth telling the whole story, and decided you might as well. “I went on this star-gazing date thing with this girl who was super into astronomy a few weeks ago. The date kinda fizzled out, but the views were nice and the blanket was warm. I just forgot to take it out of my car.”

“Oh,” Jennie murmured, pausing for a second. Then, she reached for the blanket, taking it and drawing it over her shoulders. It was big enough that she could bundle herself within it, and you couldn’t help but smile as she took a moment to do just that, her hands pulling it tight around her.

It was…honestly, kind of cute, which was something you definitely didn’t expect to come from someone as cool and sophisticated as Jennie.

“It should be nice and warm,” you said, brightly. “It’s super thick.”

“Yeah, it’s fluffy,” Jennie murmured, almost to herself.

“I just figured you’d need it. I’m going to turn the engine off soon, so it’s going to be freezing in here.”

Jennie looked over at you. “Wait, do you have a blanket too?”

“I’ll be fine,” you said, with a shrug.

Jennie made a face. “Again, like I said, you’re too nice. This is your car, and your blanket, and you’re going to spend the whole night freezing here without it. Stop inconveniencing yourself just for others.”

You frowned. “It’s not an inconvenience, you just need it more than I do.”

“Your hair’s still wet.”

“You’re wearing spaghetti straps.”

“Fine, we’ll just share the blanket then,” Jennie declared with a huff, like it was no big deal. Before you could even react, she was already tossing the blanket onto the backseat. “Do you want me to turn the engine off now? It’s already been running for ages.”

You blinked, still thrown by this sudden news of blanket-sharing. “Uh…yeah, I guess?”

You watched her lean over and turn off the ignition, retrieving your keys easily. The car engine, once a comforting steady hum of background noise, fell silent, as did your heaters.

Now, there was a strange air of quiet as Jennie made her way through the gap to join you on the backseat – and how the hell did she manage to make the journey over the centre console look that smooth?

Settling herself down into the space next to you, she draped the blanket over the two of you, shifting closer ever so slightly when it proved not quite big enough to cover you both easily.

…You know, if you’d had to guess where this night would take you, snuggling up with Kim Jennie under a blanket wouldn’t exactly be your first thought.

You weren’t quite touching, but you could feel her warmth, the unmistakable sign of just how close she was, just almost within reach.

You cleared your throat, trying to collect your thoughts before they wandered into more dangerous territory. “So, I don’t think I’ve ever heard how you and Rosé became friends?”

The corner of Jennie’s lip turned upwards into a half-smile. She reached up to her artfully arranged hairdo, began to carefully remove the hairpins holding it together, and talked as she did so. “We went to high school together. I only joined halfway through the year, and my English still kind of sucked. She…took me under her wing, I guess.”

“That’s really sweet.”

“Yeah. She’s always been great with things like that. With people,” Jennie said, before looking down at the blanket, and she shrugged one shoulder. “And I’ve just always been the bitch.”

You jerked upwards a little, affronted on her behalf. “I’ve never thought you were a bitch, Jennie.”

She removed another hairpin, and made a thoroughly unconvinced noise. “Pfft.”

“I haven’t!”

“Yeah, well…” she paused, eyeing you for a moment. “There’s not exactly many of you.”

“Well, screw what everyone else thinks,” you said, unable to stop yourself from raising your voice just a little. “They didn’t see you at Pride.”

“Pride?”

“Yeah,” you said. You remembered it clearly, even now, two years later. It was Rosé’s first time going to Pride after coming out, and she was so nervous. And then Jennie had turned up, sunglasses on and stone-faced - with a little Etsy-sourced handmade ally flag pin on the lapel of her Chanel jacket, and waving a pocket-sized rainbow flag in solidarity. “That’s always what I think about when I think of you. How good of a friend you were to Rosé that day.”

Jennie blinked at you, her face completely slack with surprise. You felt your stomach drop just a little, and you couldn’t tell if you’d said something wrong, or if maybe you’d said something perfectly right.

After a long moment, Jennie turned away, frowning. “…You really are too nice.”

You sighed, leaning back against the seat. On a whim, you shuffle just the tiniest bit closer, just so you can properly envelop yourself within this blanket. “I’m really not. I shouldn’t be, anyway.”

Jennie didn’t reply to that. Instead, she looked up at the roof of the car, and you pretended that you didn’t notice the brief second she bit her lip in thought. “So, I’ve never really asked, but…are you and Rosé a thing?”

You were caught off-guard by this question, but not by much. This wasn’t the first time you’d been asked something along these lines, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. “Nope. Just friends.”

“OK. And are you going to stay just friends?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” you remarked.

“It’s just…I figured that since you both like girls, and you’re really close…”

Jenny might have trailed off, but you could catch the gist of the sentence pretty easily – and you were determined to give a definitive answer to such an open-ended question. “

“No. She’s great, I love her but…you know, you don’t have to be into someone to love them. It’s like your dude friends, right? They like girls but that doesn’t mean they want to bang?”

Jennie’s expression faltered, and for a brief moment, you caught a flicker of emotion in her eye. “I wish.”

Those words were edged with something, and you realised you might have stumbled onto something a little too personal.

“Have you ever had a girlfriend?” Jennie asked, and you were so startled by the sudden question that for a moment, you forgot all about that fairly obvious change in subject.

“…Yeah. Not many,” you admitted, but you weren’t particularly filled with guilt or shame or anything like that. Just a vague sense of embarrassment for your younger self, but that was pretty standard. “I’m always busy with school and stuff.”

With what was apparently the final hairpin removed, Jennie made quick work of the hair tie keeping her hair in such a perfect bun. Her hair – long, black, smooth, shiny – fell around her face, framing her perfectly. “What’s it like?”

“Um. Nice? I haven’t really dated-dated dudes, but I found that girls usually understood me a little more. The ones I’ve dated anyway. They could pick up all my little emotional tells. Intense, maybe. You can get very attached very quickly.”

“Hmm.”

“Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” Jennie said. She opened her mouth like she was going to say more, closed it quickly, but there was a lingering thoughtfulness in her eyes. Like she was thinking very hard about something.

“What is it?”

“…I think…uh, well, it’s something I’ve…” Jennie sighed, frustrated at her uncharacteristic stumble with words, and tried to simplify it. “Girls are pretty.”

“They are.”

“And…some of them are more than that.”

“Yeah, quite a few.”

“Some of them are…” Jennie trailed off, looking at you. “You know, some are…”

You waited for her to finish her sentence.

She didn’t.

Instead, she leaned forward suddenly, and kissed you square on the mouth.

You barely had time to think, frozen, and she withdrew almost immediately.

“Oh, God,” she lamented, burying her face in her hands. “I’m so sorry.”

You couldn’t even respond, wordless from shock.

Jennie kissed you?

Jennie kissed you.

Jennie – like, Jennie – kissed you.

…Huh.

“You don’t have to apologise,” you said, words slowly coming back to you. “It’s fine.”

She made a face – or, you thought she did, it was hard to tell through her hands – and muttered back. “No, I…I didn’t even ask, at the very fucking least, let alone…ugh.”

She sharply turned away, curling in on herself. Even from this angle, with her back to you, you could tell she was hoping for the ground would swallow her whole.

And still, from the glimpse of her cheek in profile, you thought you could see a blush.

You swallowed, looking down at your hands, trying to seem cool and composed as you shrugged. “You can ask now, if you want.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jennie still. She turned, slowly, fixing you with the wariest of looks. “…What?”

You glanced over to her, trying your best to stay calm despite the way your heart was starting to pound, and repeated. “You can ask now if you want.”

Jennie stared at you for a moment, silent.

And then…

“Can I…” she paused, the pink of her cheeks darkening even more, but she managed to stay strong. “Can I kiss you?”

You swallowed. “Yeah. Yes. Yes, you can.”

She leaned forward – and paused, just for a moment. The briefest moment in which to double-check one’s actions, to decide just what exactly one should do, and to change course if needed. Jennie paused for all that time, and still chose to follow through and kiss you again.

This time, you were ready. You met her halfway, one hand lifting up to cradle Jennie’s face. The kiss was sweet, tender, and when you pulled away to breathe, she chased after you tenaciously to reconnect.

Her lips were soft, full, and you couldn’t help but want to run your tongue along the bottom lip, just a little.

Not yet. Let her adjust, let her get used to….

You felt her hand find your waist under the blanket, and you shivered at the feeling of her fingertips just brushing the sensitive skin below the waistband of your sweatpants.

Taking that as an encouragement to start exploring, you let your hand wander from her cheek to her jaw, to the softness of her hair. You let the little strands wind around your fingers, combing through it, and you murmured against her lips. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, Jennie.”

Jennie didn’t respond in words, but instead by pressing her lips to the soft skin under your jaw. You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back against the seat, and your breath left you shakily.

Her other hand found your thigh, pressing down slightly as she used it to support her own weight, to move even closer.

You were sat there, back pressed against the seat, legs parted, Jennie’s mouth on your neck, wishing for her to take notice and climb onto your lap, maybe slide that hand upwards underneath your shirt, maybe–

And then it hit you.

You stilled, muscles tensing, and you tried to pull away. “Jennie…”

She made the softest whine, protesting, and you had to very purposefully grip her by the shoulder and gently but firmly push her away before she realised just how serious you were being.

“Jennie,” you breathed, voice still uneven. You tried to stay firm, even in the face of her newly mussed hair, in the pink of her cheeks and the parting of her lips as she drew much-needed breath. “Jennie, you’re…you were upset tonight. I don’t want to–”

“No, I wasn’t,” Jennie argued, her gaze dropping to your lips.

You swallowed. “You were. Maybe this isn’t the best idea right now.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t…I don’t want to take advantage, if you’re feeling–”

“You’re not.”

“Jenn–”

“You’re not,” she repeated, insistent, and there was an unmistakable edge to her tone. Frustration, maybe? Anger? “Because I’m not upset, I…”

She paused, sighing bitterly, glancing upwards as she debated something.

“…Look, you want to know what happened tonight?” Jennie said, finally, jaw set with a determination to prove you wrong. “One of my guy friends asked me out. I turned him down, the fucking nicest way I could, and he still made a huge scene over it. My ex was there, they got into a whole thing, and I didn’t want to be there anymore to witness their dick-measuring contest. That’s it.”

She took a deep breath, as you tried to absorb her words, tried to wrap your head around this information, and continued with a new vulnerability in her voice.

“It didn’t upset me. It…it embarrassed me, sure. It fucking pissed me off, definitely. But it didn’t upset me. You’re not taking advantage just because I was in a bad mood. Was, because then we started talking, and…”

She glanced away, not quite brave enough to finish that sentence, but you could fill in the gaps yourself. Something – some warm feeling – bloomed in your chest.

“So, if you don’t want to, that’s fine,” Jennie finished, squaring her shoulders, keeping her head held high as she stared you down directly. “But don’t pin it on me. I know what I want.”

You held her gaze for a moment, saying nothing.

And then, silently, you rested your hand on the curve of her hip, and watched the way her chest swelled with a surprised intake of breath.

“And what do you want?” You asked, voice very purposefully light, even as your thumb began to trace circles into the thin fabric of her dress.

Exhaling, slowly, Jennie let herself relax into your touch. “…More of that.”

“Yeah? What else?”

“You to kiss me,” Jennie said, bold, defiant.

You smiled, blinking innocently. “Kiss you where?”

The memory of her reaction – the way her face flushed, the way she almost choked on her own breath, the swallow that made her throat bob – would burn itself into your mind, never to be forgotten.

This time, it was you who initiated the kiss. You let your tongue run over her bottom lip, just as you’d wanted, before turning your attention elsewhere – the pink of her cheeks, the long column of her neck, the collarbone you’d been trying your best not to stare at the moment she got into your car.

You looped an arm around her waist and gently, carefully, pulled her onto your lap – not quite all the way, just enough for your thigh to slot itself comfortably between her legs.

“This is such a nice dress, Jennie,” you noted, running one hand up her side, from hip to waist to just brushing the side of her chest before coming up to her shoulder. Carefully, you hooked your index finger under the thin strap of her dress, letting it fall just off the shoulder.

You pressed a kiss to where it had once been, then a little lower. Then, a little lower again. And again. Slowly, carefully, giving her plenty of time to stop you if she wanted. She didn’t, and when your mouth finally found its way to her breast, she let out the quietest little sigh.

It was becoming very obvious that Jennie wasn’t wearing a bra. You’d thought maybe she could have been wearing a strapless one, but no, it was becoming increasingly clear through the thin material that she absolutely was not. When your lips closed around her nipple through the fabric, Jennie’s hand found itself curling around the back of your head, and she let herself…press against your thigh.

That could be fun, you thought idly, getting distracted by Jennie’s first whimper when you let your teeth scrape against her. It could be fun to let Jennie ride your thigh.

Except there was something in you that wanted something a little more…hands-on. Maybe, just maybe, deep down, you’d admit that you wanted to show off a little.

So, you pulled away from her breast to press your lips to hers once more, bringing your left hand up to cradle her jaw.

And with your right, you let it slide under her tangle of dress skirts, and gently rested it on her bare knee.

“Is this OK?” You asked, pressing a little peck to the corner of her mouth.

“Only if it doesn’t stay there,” Jennie mumbled, tilting your head with her own hands to resume kissing.

Just as she wished, you very slowly slid your hand up her leg, along the soft and sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Jennie rolled her hips against your thigh, just once, impatient, but you didn’t rush yourself. This was half the fun, letting the anticipation build.

A fucking rush of satisfaction filled you when you felt just how wet Jennie had gotten for you. What an ego-boost it was, to run your fingers over where she and your thigh connected, to feel the damp lace against your fingertips, to hear Jennie breathily accuse you of teasing.

With another kiss, this time open-mouthed and against her neck, you pushed her underwear to one side and found her clit with the pad of your thumb. You rubbed circles into it, slowly, just to test what she might like.

Jennie moaned, loudly, her head falling forward. Her mouth was so close to your ear, allowing you to hear every single little catch in her breathing, every choked noise, everything, as you began to learn her body. She was sensitive, she liked it slow, and she especially liked when you murmured her name. You learned how to tell when she wanted something, when something was too much, how the muscles of her thighs tensed and clamped down at just the right balance of almost ‘too much’.

Your free hand drifted to the curve of her ass, squeezing slightly as you gently lifted her up – giving you just enough space to slip your middle finger inside of her.

“Fuck, Jennie,” you breathed, as she groaned and rocked backwards onto your hand. Before long, you could add your ring finger – and with the smallest repositioning of your hand, you made sure that with every motion, your thumb would drag across her most sensitive spot, and you felt the breath that punched its way out of her chest when she first discovered this.

You could make her come like this. And what’s more, you realised, you could make her come like this easily.

But there was something else that tempted you, an image that refused to leave your mind.

Why not leave it up to Jennie?

“You want me to keep doing this?” You asked, breathless, pausing to kiss the underside of her jaw. “Or do you want my mouth? It’s up to you, baby.”

The endearment slipped its way out of your mouth before you could stop it, but Jennie didn’t seem to mind. You watched her struggle with the decision, eyes dark and dazed with lust, biting her lip.

“Are you…” Jennie began, before pausing to let out another choked moan, eyes squeezing shut for a second, “…good?”

There was no way to answer that question without sounding like you were bragging, so you settled for a semi-sheepish grin. “Haven’t had any complaints.”

Jennie exhaled shakily, and nodded. “OK. Mouth, then.”

Carefully, you moved Jennie off of your lap, laying her down on her back across the backseat. You couldn’t deny that your new position, kneeling between her legs, one of your feet jammed in one footwell, the other leg awkwardly pressed against the edge of the seat, was cramped – but it was so, so worth the noises that forced their way out of Jennie’s mouth when your tongue brushed against her clit.

Fuck, it was so worth it. It was worth all the confined space and awkward manoeuvring that sex in a car provided, it was worth the hour-long journey, it was worth getting stuck in the mud and the inevitable wait for a tow truck and the freezing cold of the night, because all of it brought you Kim Jennie grinding up against your tongue, close to sobbing as she finally unravelled, coming with a sharp cry and thighs clamping down around your head.

You let her ride it out, watching her shake as she came down from the high, hooking your arm around her thigh as you turned your head to press a kiss to the soft skin there.

It took a few minutes, the car perfectly silent except for the heavy breathing coming from both of you, almost in unison, and the heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Until, finally, Jennie managed to push herself up to a seated position, chest still visibly rising and falling with every breath. She took in the sight of you, letting her head loll to one side against the headrest, and she gave you one of her little half-smiles.

“I never thanked you for driving all the way out here, did I?”

“No,” you replied, slowly, trying to keep yourself from smiling back.

Jennie reached out, offering her hand to you.

“Then, get up here and show me how to.”

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bones4thecats · 6 months

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A/N: My second part of this long request made by @recordofragnaokfan, this features Thor, Hades, and Heracles from Record of Ragnarok! Also, when you guys request, please just send it in my box instead of just commenting it! Anyways, enjoy~~

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🌩️ Thor was not fond of going out when it wasn’t required

🌩️ It took the effort of Odin and you to get him to go out, but it was mainly you, he could care less what Odin said

🌩️ He sat in the balcony on top, watching all performances and judging them silently, knowing his wife, was far better

🌩️ When you came out on stage with your lustful voice falling through the hole between your lips, he smiled slightly

🌩️ He wasn’t fond of hearing men, and women, cry out their lewd thoughts for you, and he noticed how you slightly cringed, but after years of living with Loki, and other Gods, you got used to it

🌩️ After the performance, he dragged you home and took you immediately to the bedroom, he needed to sleep after the night out

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💀 Hades, like Thor, did not go out much, but it was mainly due to his responsibilities

💀 He was ruling a whole other piece of the world, and he couldn’t go to every performance you had, unfortunately

💀 But, one day, he had gotten through most of his work, and the remaining of it could be pushed back easily

💀 So, he went to your performance in Valhalla

💀 He smiled as you strutted across the stage, your voice spewing through the room amazingly

💀 He had caught your eye and when you saw him, your eyes widened with joy

💀 If anyone yelled anything frivolous at you, he made sure to remember them

💀 Oof, when they die they’re in for a world of afterlife pain in Helheim

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💪 Heracles loved hearing you sing, it reminded him of simpler times when he was a human in Thebes

💪 He definitely liked to come to your performances to an amazing degree

💪 He sat at a table nearby the back, not wishing to draw too much attention to himself, wanting you and your fellow performers to get the spotlight, it would be unfair if he took it all

💪 Heracles smiled as you were announced and chuckled as you walked on stage with his favorite song being sung, “Why don’t you do it right?”

💪 He loved hearing you sing this to him whenever you both had free time

💪 Watching you with utmost precision, like a hunter, he smiled and cheered for you once it was all over

💪 He could let go of the perverts easier than others, but it doesn’t stop him from feeling slightly possessive

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wally-darling-hyperfixation · 1 year

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Are You Ok? Kid Wally x Psychologist GN Reader

Art is by clown. I finally found the little kids. If you ever feel this way please seek help and emotionally decompress. Don’t cause yourself more worries and make sure you try to love yourself. Always try. Enjoy!! Also Please do not be afraid to comment. i would love to know what yall think. And if you want to request something go ahead. Thanks!!!

Wally holds his mothers hand frightened. His mother has been worrying about him and how he is acting lately. She never sees him eat anymore. He always seems to be awake , having bags under his eyes, he always seems to be staring at the wall. He even has a look where he had sleepy eyes or stares long. He won’t share with her. So she brought him to (y/n) , a child psychologist who help kids in their daily life’s and to help parents understand what’s going on with them. Wally sees the big door and grips his mothers hand tight. “Mom, did I do something wrong? Why we somewhere scary? I’m sorry I’ll try to be better, don’t leave me please,” he was crying beside his mother . She bends down, “Wally sweetie. You did nothing wrong. This person just wants to help is all, alright.” Wally nods and they head into the office waiting.

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You look at the time and it is time for your next appointment after sending off a little one with a toy and a promise to work more next time. You walked out of your office and say the patients name , “Wally Darling?” The mother says here and bends down to Wally , “ Wally , hunny. This nice person is going to have a conversation with you. Just try to be honest, alright?” Wally nods sniffling and walks into the room not fully trusting us. He sits on couch in front you his little legs swaying as he holds his blanket close. You look at him, “hello sweetie. I’m (y/n) and I’m here to help you. Is there anything you would like to tell .” Wally shakes his head no holding his blanket tighter. You rub your chin and go to the toy chest and pull out a plush apple. Wally’s eyes seemed to brighten when he saw it but didn’t say anything. You saw and smile bringing it to him. “Here Wally. Why don’t you have this and calm down first. Then you can tell me what’s going on,” you tell the little one giving the plush and waiting for him to calm. He hugs the plush tight to him enjoying the firm yet soft feeling of it. (Apple plush is at end. I looked it up because most times in an unfamiliar environment. Kids need something to touch or fidget with to calm down)

Wally takes a deep breathe and starts talking . He says how he eats with his eyes. How he hears his walks talking to him. He looks so nervous staring constantly hugging the apple plush. He tells people are unnerved by how he never blinks. How is mom is worried he not eating cause she never sees him eat. About how people are scared by him looking at them. He cries hugging his plush. He is just a little kid. He doesn’t know what’s going on. You walk over and sit in front of him on your knees holding his little hand. “ I don’t find you scary Wally. Your just amazingly unique and that’s ok. Some kids find it better to draw out how they feel and I think a creative outlet would really help bring that sweet smile back. Your mom told me you have a lovely smile and I hope I can see it next time. Why don’t you keep the plush and,” you get an art kit out and give it to him , “show me what you draw next time. Because I would love if you visit me again,” you say and smile. Wally gives a small smile and nods. You send him to the waiting room with his mom waiting for him and you talk to her. You tell her that you believe Wally may have a form of autism though you aren’t sure what yet. Which means more appointments to figure out and help. He was busy drawing while you adults talk. You tell Mrs. Darling that he just needs time and to express himself. But other than that he seems alright and you would love to help him progress more. Mrs. Darling nods and sets up scheduled appointments then tells Wally it’s time to go. He frowns but nods and says “ Bye (y/n) I hope to talk again.” He gives a cute smile. You aww and say “Of course sweetie, I will see you next time.” And wave them off thinking about what you should work on next with the little Wally.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Thank y’all for reading this. You actually are the one who got Wally into drawing btw. Not canon but it’s cute that because Wally got help as a kid , it inspired him to keep drawing. I hope you like this. I have always hoped that one day I can do this for kids. And if you do have mental health problems. Please make sure to be able to talk about it. Do not keep it bottled in. It may get worse. Thank you!!!

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ilustrariane · 1 year

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Set me free.

Let me live.

Help me hide.

Kintsugi by @soignante - Kintsugi - the art of repairing the broken with gold. Her passion was fading, her greatest talent hidden even from herself. His humanity lost, his spirit broken long ago. In the hulk of an abandoned opera house, the art of restoration begins.

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Ive been reading my favorite Phantom of the Opera fanfics, and KINTSUGI by Soignante is definitely one of them. Its also very hard to read it cause of all of the trauma, abuse and horrible human beings in general (and its not Erik). But its also so amazingly written...Soignante is really a master in her craft. I miss her work.

If you like Phantom, i recommend it, but a lot of trigger warnings, so beware...

yes, i realize i like to draw my men UGLY and my monsters BEAUTIFUL. i wonder what my therapist would think of that particular piece of information LOL

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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On my goodness, I loved how you wrote my ask about Mitsuri Reader, and I was wondering if you could right a part 2? (Not immediately, that would be crazy to ask you, since no doubt you have a lot of requests right now)

Part 2 Mitsuri Reader with Yandere Hades, Ares, Shiva, Jack, Huang, Hermes, Buddha, Zerofuku, Indra, Beelzebub, Tesla and Hajun (Hajun and Zerofuku split into separate entities and Y/N basically tamed him after their match, which is something even the Gods are very surprised, amazed and actually glad about since he’s not gonna cause any trouble as long as no one harms his wife)

And (None-Romantic) Aphrodite who loves to have Y/N at her salon to do her hair (She likes how unique her hair is) and pick out outfits for her to wear (And she’ll try to convince Y/N to wear more… seductive/revealing clothing since she has a perfect figure to show, which makes Y/N more embarrassed/shy)

I love that this was so popular! It was fun to write! The only person I won’t write romantically is Zerofuku, I will have him more in a sibling way for this request instead of romantic and include him in Hajun’s portion.

-You had done your best, defending a group of children against a demon, it was your job after all, as a Demon Slayer, the Love Hashira, but the demon was too powerful for even you.

-You had managed to hold him off until the others arrived, but your wounds were too grave, and you quietly passed away, hugging the child that you had taken a fatal blow for.

-When you awoke in Valhalla you were in awe, exploring all the new sights and getting to try so many tasty new foods and treats!

-There were also so many good-looking men, strong looking men! Your eyes were stars as you saw the variety available to you, both humans and gods, prime husband material!

-Despite your beautiful looks, large chest, and cheerful personality, many of the men you had your eyes on were not interested in a woman with such a large appetite and strong enough to easily beat them, leaving you disheartened.

-Old memories were quick to bubble back to the surface, remembering one of the men you sought you out when you were alive telling you that he didn’t want to date a woman like you, and that only a wild beast would want you as a bride.

-That’s when you heard about the yearly Ragnarok Tournament, a massive fighting tournament that spawned from the original Ragnarok years ago, a fight for humanity’s survival, but it was so popular that everyone had been returned to life and now it’s held yearly, being part of a massive festival.

-You were immediately accepted, which made you smile brightly, as your strength and skills as a Hashira were legendary.

-Unlike many of the other competitors, you were smiling warmly, speaking with Goll who instantly came to like you, little flowers surrounding you both in glee.

-Some of the other fighters didn’t know what to make of you, as you looked so dainty and weak, you were going to be killed by whoever you were paired up against.

-The fights were done completely at random, by drawing lots, showing only the match number you were going to be in, so you had no idea who your opponent was going to be until you walked into the stadium.

-Hades- Could see your glowing red face and pulsating hearts that were in your eyes, gawking at this hunky man before you! You could tell he was amazingly strong, but he was so gorgeous looking you couldn’t help but fall immediately in love with him! When the fight began you previous adoration on your face was replaced with a face of determination, a warm smile on your face as you grinned warmly, “You’re perfect to be my husband! Let’s see if you’re as strong as you look!” your words about marriage stunned him, but only for a moment as your speed stunned him more, as you lunged for him, managing to grab and snap his bident with one hand before kicking at his feet, which he dodged, his eyes widening as you broke the bricks beneath your feet.

-Ares- He was so massive, so strong looking and you couldn’t help but squealing, holding your cheeks, “You’re so strong looking! Let’s see if you’re worthy of calling yourself my future husband!” Ares instantly turned, like he was shy maiden, holding his cheeks as the roar of the crowds filled your drive, hearing your bold words. Ares slapped his cheeks harshly to get back in the game, the word husband flying around his head, making his eyes spin as he couldn’t believe you wanted to marry him! He charged at you, determined to show you how strong he was, and he was stunned when you met his punch with your own, your two hands meeting, causing a shockwave to ripple through the stadium. Ares could only gawk, seeing you were unharmed, in fact you were grinning brightly.

-Shiva- You had been concerned, only for a moment, worrying that he was a demon, remembering your time on earth, but you quickly learned that this was the Hindu God, Shiva. Your eyes sparkled as he was quite handsome looking and judging based on his cockiness, he was strong. You felt your cheeks warming before you paused, seeing three women cheering for him, all calling him their love. He had three wives already. Your cheeks immediately puffed up in a pout, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes before you charged with a punch that broke a huge hunk of the floor, but he had dodged, “Why are the good ones taken?!” your words stunned him and his wives as you continued to fight, shocking everyone with your incredible strength.

-Jack- Bowed at the waist, taking your hand in his own, “My fair lady, I pray that this fight will end quickly. I do not wish to calm you an unnecessary suffering.” His words and actions quickly brought a blush to your cheeks, pulling back as you held your cheeks, “What a gentleman~ you’d make a perfect husband!” Your words stunned him, his mouth falling open as determination sparkled in your eyes. He put his hand over his mouth in a fist, coughing, trying to hide his own embarrassment before you both went to your respective sides of the stadium. He pulled out a rapier sword and you held up your bare hands in a striking stance, leaving your own sword sheathed, shocking him. He was very fast, going to end the fight quickly, but was stunned when you swung with a punch, easily breaking his sword in two before blowing him back, head over heels, sending him tumbling, his hat falling off. He rolled to his feet, his eyes narrowed only slightly, seeing that you color was a bright rainbow of determination, joy, and love.

-Huang- He was amused by you as you were gushing over his looks, he knew was attractive, but you were also very attractive, from your two-toned hair and bright eyes, you were stunning! He grinned, wanting to respect you, “I’m not going to hold back, just because you’re cute!” you squeaked, holding your cheeks before you instantly grinned, getting into a striking stance, “I won’t take anything else! If you’re a man who’s worthy to become my husband then I want everything you’ve got!” the crowd roared at your words, thinking you were a ballsy woman. He immediately dodged your first punch, which shattered the ground where he had been only moments before and jaws dropped all around, seeing that you were incredibly strong and not to be underestimated by any means.

-Hermes- You were surprised when your opponent was such a gentleman looking man, very handsome but polite as well, bowing at the waist in greeting, “My stunning maiden, may we both have an enjoyable battle!” tiny flowers surrounded you in glee, holding your cheeks as you beamed brightly before you punched your fists together, “I’m hunting for a man worthy enough to call my husband so please don’t hold back on me!” his jaw fell open and his eyes widened at your declaration as cheers rang out through the stadium. Hermes blushed only lightly, hearing both Zeus and Ares cheering loudly for him, wanting him to prove himself to you.

-Buddha- Your eyes were hearts, your heart in your ears as your hands covered your mouth at this man, he was so handsome, his muscles, his long hair, everything about him was stunning! He was the perfect husband for you! You grinned, holding your hands up in a striking stance before he grinned, seeing you get fired up, “You seem happy!” your grin widened before you charged, grabbing his prayer wheel, holding it with ease, shocking him that you were so strong, “Of course I am! I found a perfect husband!” you leapt back, taking the prayer wheel with you and Buddha couldn’t help but chuckle, seeing that you saw him as husband material and now you wanted him to prove it to you that he was good enough.

-Indra- Your faint blush and sparkling eyes were the last thing he expected to see on his opponent, especially a female as he took a drag of his cigarette before flicking the bud, “I’m not going to go easy on you just because you’re a woman.” Your elated smile threw not only him off, but many of the people in the stands as well, like you were excited, “Then I won’t go easy on you either! You need to prove yourself as husband material to me!” for the third time in mere moments, you stunned him, marriage was not even close to what was on his mind when he walked out here to face you, but your determination, the fire in your eyes, you were dead serious. He grinned slightly, amused by your words, curious as to what you meant before he got ready to charge at you.

-Beelzebub- He looked so stoic, almost like he was bored, looking at you from across the stadium, like he was underestimating you. Despite him being very attractive and mysterious looking, being underestimated was something you couldn’t stand. Your cheeks puffed up in a pout as he was quick to charge at you, and you easily dodged, flipping over him, your hand on his head before you hit back with a mule kick, sending him flying into the stadium wall behind you, stunning everyone in attendance. He crawled out of the rubble, in complete awe, you didn’t look strong, but you were incredibly strong as he dusted himself off, “Seems I underestimated you.” You folded your arms, your pout more prominent, “Yes you did! I’m looking for a strong husband but if you’re not going to take this seriously then you’re not good enough!” he was surprised to hear your reasoning for fighting, you just kept coming with the surprises.

-Tesla- Immediately he went to Heimdall, panicking, “I don’t want to fight a woman! I can’t even think about hurting a delicate flower like that!!” your hands came to your hips, your cheeks puffing up as your pouted, “Don’t underestimate! I’m way stronger than I look!” You could tell he didn’t want to fight you, looking nervous, which made your heart flutter, seeing that he was chivalrous, and you couldn’t fight the blush that rose to your cheeks. He was so handsome! Combining his good looks with his kind heart, he was perfect, now you just needed to see if he was strong enough. You shifted your legs to prepare to charge, “Please don’t hold back on me! My future husband needs to prove that he’s strong enough to handle me!” his own face flushed at your words, in disbelief that you were looking for a husband, and you wanted him to prove himself worthy to you. He could only give you his best!

-Hajun/Zerofuku- You were fully prepared to fight hand to hand, but when you saw this monstrous creature, you knew it was a demon, one that you needed to fight super seriously for, drawing your sword, eyes narrowed in determination. You fought him easily, stunning not only Hajun but those watching the fight, using your extreme flexibility to easily dodge his blows before you managed to grab his left arm and judo threw him over your shoulder, placing your foot on his chest once he was on the ground and you ripped his arm clean off. You gasped, not expecting to see the arm morphing into an unconscious older looking child, as many people screamed out the name Zerofuku in worry. You held the child under your left arm as Hajun was quick to stand, holding the bleeding stump, in shock that you, literally, disarmed him, but you also managed to separate both him and Zerofuku. His eyes narrowed, but was curious as to why a maiden like you was fighting, “What is your goal, swordswoman?” The fire in your eyes threw him off a little bit, “I’m looking for a husband! He needs to be strong so what better way to find one then in a fighting tournament!” he chuckled, as if amused, and charged at you again.

-You woke up in the infirmary, your body aching all over, several hours later, a bit confused on how you ended up there, “Oh~ did I lose?”

-A voice beside you answered, “No, it was a draw.”

-You looked over and your eyes widened, seeing your opponent in the next bed, banged up just like you were, as well as Brunnhilde, who had some questions for you.

-Once you were sitting up and several bowls of food brought out for the two of you as (Opponent) woke up shortly before you did and you surprised them both with your large appetite, eating several portions.

-You felt a bit shy when (opponent) mentioned it, holding your unwrapped hand to your cheek, “I’ve always had a large appetite, so I don’t really notice, but thank you for the light snack, Brunnhilde~”

-After being asked, you explained the reasoning behind your unnatural strength and flexibility as well as your large appetite, that your muscles are eight times denser than normal humans, and due to it you burn a lot of calories, which means you need a lot to eat to keep up with your body.

-Once Brunnhilde left you two, after you stood and sat in the chair she had been sitting in, sitting next to (opponent), after he asked you to come over, he spoke, “Why are you looking for a husband?”

-You smiled, almost sadly, “I want love, but every man I’ve come across gets too intimidated by my strength or my appetite, or my unusual hair. I’ve been told before that only a wild beast would want a monster woman like me. So that’s why I came here- to find a strong husband who could handle me!”

-Hades- His eyes were a bit sad before he patted the bed next to him and you were quick to move, taking a seat and you instantly flushed as his hand came to cup your cheek, “You’re not a monster, Y/N. You’re a lovely woman who just happens to be stronger than other men who are intimidated by that strength. Any man would be lucky to be your husband.” You pulled back, holding your cheeks as you flushed, little flowers of glee surrounding you which made him chuckle as he took a long strand of your hair, pecking it before letting it fall, “If I may, may I have the pleasure of take you out, once we’re out of here?” your arms lifted to the sky in victory, which made him laugh warmly as you couldn’t comprehend anything else before you leapt into his arms, hugging him tightly.

-Ares- Instantly was scowling, “Those cowards don’t know what they’re missing! You’re amazing Y/N! I’m the god of war and you kicked my ass! You even ripped one of my arms off with your bare hands! If you don’t think that I’m weak enough for you, will you marry me, Y/N?” your screechy squeal of delight and how you leapt up into his arms, hugging him around his neck was in answer, “I’m so happy! I’ll do my best to prove that I’m gonna be a good wife!!” he laughed warmly, leaning back into the pillows, holding you tightly, a soft smile on his lips, a sigh of relief leaving him, “Then I’ll do my best to prove I’m good enough for you!” you pulled back, a bright smile on your face as you promised each other.

-Shiva- His wives entered during your explanation about why you were looking for a husband, but you weren’t vying after Shiva, was he was already married, three times in fact, it reminded you of Tengen. You were surprised when you were instantly hugged by his three wives, all of them instantly doting on you, trying to reassure you, which surprised you that they were all so kind. You wanted to be good friends with women like them! Shiva pouted, glaring over at the four of you, “Hey I’m here too! I’m the one who got two arms ripped off!” you blushed cutely, holding your cheeks as you apologized for that, but Parvati teased him, sticking her tongue out, “Y/N is the one we want to dote on right now! How could men be so cruel to someone so pretty as you?” you twiddled your fingers, bashfully answering their questions. Shiva couldn’t help but grin, seeing the adoration in the faces of his wives before he spoke, “Then marry us Y/N! Become my fourth wife!” Your whole head, including your hair, turned bright red at his sudden proposal. There was only one moment of fear, as you were worried his wives would get jealous and angry, but they were all quickly hugging you again, cheering, immediately welcoming you, which warmed your heart.

-Jack- He held out his hand to you, for you to take and once your hand was in his, he pulled you so you would stand and sit next to him on the bed, pulling your hand up to his lips again, making you blush, as he kept ahold of your hand, “My dear, your desire for love is commendable, it breaks my heart to see a young lady such as yourself willing to go through such risks just to find love. What should matter is your heart, not your strengths and weaknesses.” His words made tears well in your eyes, which did make him panic, as he didn’t mean to make you cry before he coughed into his hand once more, “Miss Y/N, would you like to go out for tea later? I feel like I should properly court you before I propose marriage.” The color of your joy was nearly blinding as you immediately lunged into his arms, hugging him tightly, “I’m so happy!!” he chuckled softly, stroking your hair.

-Huang- Was instantly pouting, annoyed, “Those cowards rejected such a fine example of a woman such as yourself! Stupid! Absolutely idiotic! Anyone in their right mind would want someone like you by their side!” his rant did make you smile, making you feel a bit better, hearing that his opinion was completely different before he gave you a firm nod, holding out his hand for you to take, “Well then, Y/N, as emperor I should handle this immediately! When do you want to have the ceremony?” you were stunned, your eyes going wide before you immediately leapt into his arms, hugging him, “Really?! Really-really-really?!” he laughed warmly, hugging you back, his one good arm wrapping tightly around you, “Really! Let’s have a big wedding with an even bigger party!!” you squealed cutely in delight, cuddling him.

-Hermes- He smiled almost sadly at you, as he had seen what one of your exes had done, what he had said to you, it was awful that so many men had treated you so coldly, just because you were unnaturally strong and had a big appetite. He patted the bed beside him with his one good arm, as the other was in a cast, having been doodled all over by Zeus, and once you were sitting next to him, he reached forward and cupped your face, his thumb stroking your cheek gently, “Y/N, I know you kicked my ass an all, but would you still consider me worthy enough to be your husband?” your eyes widened as tears welled and your hand came to cup over his, holding it on your cheek as you smiled warmly, “Of course you are!” he smiled softly, seeing your happiness as he did his best to brush your tears away, even if they were happy tears. The door then slammed open, revealing Zeus, “When’s the wedding?!” Hermes just chucked a pillow at him, telling him to get out, which made you giggle.

-Buddha- He offered you a lollipop before patting the bed beside him, you held the candy in your hands, rather than eating it, not really feeling like eating anymore, now feeling rather melancholic, being reminded of your past history with men, something Buddha saw aa you sat down. His hand came to the top of your head, patting gently before he grinned warmly, “Do you want an indoor or an outdoor wedding? We could do something like the beach if you want?” your eyes went wide at his proposal and you instantly let out a cute squeak and leapt into his arms, ignoring both of your wounds as you hugged him tightly, “I’m so happy!!” he relaxed, leaning back while still holding onto you, feeling a sense of warmth filling his own chest, happy to see you so happy, ignoring the pain in the arm you ripped off. It was a good reminder you could put him in his place if need be.

-Indra- He was a bit grumpy, as he wasn’t allowed to smoke in the infirmary, but his anger grew, hearing how you, a maiden had been treated. He didn’t have that much experience with women, at least in serious relationships, but he knew that you had been treated horribly, and for something as stupid as being a big eater and being strong due to your muscles, which wasn’t anything that was your fault! He then remembered your words in the stadium, that you were looking for someone strong, someone who could handle you and he instantly sent you a grin, “So what about me? Did I prove myself to you?” you stammered, holding your cheeks as you blushed bashfully, making him chuckle before he reached out with his one good arm, as his other hurt too bad, since you ripped it clean off, “Marry me!” you blinked, almost like you were confused, like you didn’t register what he had said before you beamed, immediately leaping into his arms, shocking him, but he couldn’t help but melt into your embrace.

-Beelzebub- He was curious to know more about your muscle condition, he had never heard of such a thing, not with demons, gods, or humans. He wanted to ask you more questions but for some reason, he didn’t say anything about it, seeing that you were now hiding your pain behind your smile. He knew what it was like to be outcasted by others, just because you were different than normal women, he felt angry, to know someone like you, as you did have a kind heart, as you helped carry him to the infirmary despite being injured yourself before you passed out yourself. He felt Lilith’s curse shifting only slightly before it faded away, stunning him as he held a hand to where the tattoo had been, now knowing what Lilith had meant. He instantly held out his hand to you, “Marry me, Y/N.” you blinked at him in confusion, like you didn’t understand the words he just said to you before you immediately beamed, “Really?!” he couldn’t help but smile at you, giving you a nod before he let out a small ‘oof’ as you hugged him tightly.

-Tesla- He instantly shifted in his bed, taking one of your hands in his own, as the other was wrapped in a full cast, “Y/N! I don’t think you’re a monster at all! You are a stunning and strong woman! Anyone- any man would be lucky to call you his own!” you smiled brightly at him, feeling a bit bashful at his words, “Aww you’re so sweet Nikola~!” he smiled at your praise, his own cheeks turning red. He had never had much luck with women, being a bachelor his whole life on earth, but being here, with you, he had never felt happier, even when researching, inventing, anything to do with science, he felt so happy with you. His hand around yours gripped lightly, beaming at you, “Will you marry me, Y/N?! I promise that I will make you happy!” your answer was leaping into his arms, “Nikola!!!” he chuckled warmly, hugging you as you peppered his face with kisses, giving him your answer.

-Hajun/ Zerofuku- Before he could say anything to you, Zerofuku ran in, “Y/N!” you smiled warmly at Zerofuku as he ran, leaping into your arms, rubbing his cheek against your own, “I’m so happy you’re awake!” he had woken up in the middle of your fight, and almost freaked out to where he was before you calmed him down, protecting him. You giggled warmly, rubbing his cheek against your own, “I’m so happy you’re both okay!” Hajun was a bit surprised by your words, surprised to hear your worry for him as Zerofuku went to Hajun, hugging him next, as without Zerofuku, Hajun wouldn’t exist, the two separate now, but they had a connection with each other, brothers seemed to be the simplest way to describe it. Zerofuku grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the bed, surprising you but Hajun didn’t seem to mind as the younger looking god settled into your lap, enjoying your affections. Hajun then spoke down to you, “You said you were looking for a marriage partner. I will do it! And as long as none hurt you, I will behave and not cause trouble with the others.” This surprised you before you and Zerofuku both leapt up at him, shocking Hajun as he caught you, a soft smile appearing as you cheered, “I’m so happy!!” Zerofuku cheered as well, “Me too!!!” while Hajun just sat there, accepting the cuddles without any complaints.

-Once the two of you were healed and discharged, you started your relationship with each other, he found you to be a ray of sunshine, you were so sweet, sometimes a bit ditzy, not realizing how seductive you were being, but he was happy with you, and you were happy with him.

-A new voice called out after you and (opponent) left a tea house that had delicious red bean soup, wanting to treat him, “Y/N! Wait a moment!”

-You turned, seeing one of the suitors that you met here in Valhalla, one who rejected you coldly, “I saw you fight in the last tournament! You were amazing!!”

-You thanked him for his kind words, not realizing that (opponent) was glaring at him from behind you.

-Your ex then spoke, looking a bit bashful, “Do you…do you wanna get some tea?” (opponent) immediately stepped forward, “She’s taken.” He could see that your ex was only interested in your new popularity as a strong fighter, having gotten a draw with one of the strongest in Valhalla, not for you.

-Your ex stammered while (opponent) held you close to his side, making you blush from his affection before he turned, leading you away, sending a harsh glare over his shoulder at your ex who deflated in fear, seeing the man you were with now.

-Aphrodite: Your lover dropped you off at Aphrodite’s salon, as you were going to get your hair done, needing a bit more maintenance other than just a wash, both unaware of what she had in store for you. Your hair was done, washed, treated, and styled, your nails done, before, “Aphrodite! What is this outfit?!” she held her cheeks, gushing as you were now wearing a bunny girl outfit, one of the many outfits she wanted you to try on! She beamed, “You look so cute in this! You have such a good body for something like this!!” you were blushing bright red, panicking, “You said you wanted me to try on cute new outfits for dates! I can’t wear this on a date!!” Aphrodite held her cheeks, huffing slightly as she held her cheeks, looking aroused at your embarrassment, a grin appearing on her lips as she seemed to loom, holding up a maid outfit and a cat girl outfit.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hades #ror ares #ror shiva #ror jack the ripper #ror qin shi huang #ror hermes #ror buddha #ror indra #ror beelzebub #ror tesla #ror hajun #ror zerofuku #ror aphrodite

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parrythisucasual · 6 months

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Could you do a jax x fem cathumanoid that loves all types of arts singing,acting,drawing and more. Where jax where jax falls in love with her singing and just here in general?

THREE DAYS WORK ALL FOR YOU <3

Jax x Fem! Cathumanoid! Artsy! Reader

Jax watched from around a corner as the girls (and Zooble), especially you, chatted together. His arms crossed, he watched as you laughed, something Ragatha had said must’ve been funny. He couldn’t understand what it was about you that made him want to be around you. He was fine with Zooble or Gangle, but he couldn’t possibly be more jealous of Pomni and Ragatha.

Why did they get to talk to you so easily? Why were they the ones you’d choose to hang around all day? Hell, you’d even draw pictures for them. You were best friends. The jealousy was eating away at him and he couldn’t comprehend, for the life of him, why.

To him, you were perfect. From the way you smile to the way you walk, act, anything. Jax had never felt anything quite like it. It was both amazingly exhilarating and entirely frustrating at the same time.

He perked up when you motioned to Ragatha that you had to go. You turned away after the two nodded, heading for the second floor, most likely your bedroom. Jax watched your tail flick around the corner. He paused a moment longer, at war with himself. Should he follow? Would that be weird? You haven’t talked to him at all today, shouldn’t he say hi? But would you want him to say hi?

Before consciously making the choice, he was already off, following you. By the time he rounded the corner, however, you were already up the stairs. He picked up speed, hoping to reach you before you got into your bedroom, but no luck. The moment he stepped foot into the living quarters hall, your door clicked shut, a sense of finality about it.

Feeling rather stupid, Jax remained standing in the hall. Turning around now would mean admitting defeat. Besides, if he reappeared near the others, they'd think something was weird, and he really didn’t feel like being stared at. They’d know why he came back. Resigning to go to his room, he froze. A soft melody, rather pretty, caught his attention.

It was faint, very faint, but he knew immediately you were singing. He was too far to make out the words, so he quietly crept up the hall. The closer he got, the more beautiful the melody became. He quickly realized that it was, in fact, a love song you were singing.

He stopped outside the door. He recognized the song, he wasn’t sure how. But it was a duet. His cheeks flushed a bit as you sang, and before he knew it it was the man’s part of the song. He didn’t hesitate, knowing full well he would probably regret it, and sang along.

The silence on the other side of the door was resounding, for a moment, but your voice responded. Softer, more hesitant, but just as beautiful. With each line he sang he felt his embarrassment grow, but he refused to stop because with each line you sang he could hear your confidence grow.

All too soon, however, the song was over, and the two of you were bathed in a heavy, meaningful silence. The doorknob clicked and he took a quick step back. The door creaked open and there you stood, eyes wide and curious as you looked up at him. Your pointed ears perked forward, as if expecting something.

“Sorry-” Jax couldn’t do it, he turned away in his attempt to flee the embarrassment, but you caught him by the crook of his elbow. He glanced at you, face blooming bright pink. You frowned, “Where are you going? You can’t seriously think I’m just gonna let that go.”

“I was sort of-” “Hoping I would?” you interrupt him with a grin, “no way, Bunny.” You twist his arm at the right angle to force him to face you once again, “You can’t just sing that with me and walk off, scot-free.” He grinned nervously, “You mad about it, or something?” he chuckled, trying and failing to display his usual annoying demeanor.

You raise a brow, “Tell me, Bun,” you ignore his question, “why’d you join? You like me or something?” The look on his face was answer enough, but you sat and waited. He had to get off his high horse and confess eventually, right?

“I came by to say hi, y’know,” he started, trying to sound confident but coming off mostly as awkward, “and, uh, that song’s a duet. Singing it all alone would make you sound stupid or whatever.” You snort, throwing Jax off once again. You were radiating confidence, only making him more flustered.

“Sure, bug guy. Hey, what would you say to grabbing some lunch and heading down to the digital lake?” Jax nodded eagerly at the offer, “Sure why not? Don’t got anything better to do.” “Then you can get the food ready. I have to get ready, after all.” You let him go, slipping back into your room.

“It's a date.”

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #jax #tadc jax #tadc x reader #jax x reader #tadc jax x reader #the amazing digital circus jax

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screamverse-shawty · 2 years

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(NSFW) Subby Aegon ii ficlet because I said so

Sub!King Aegon ii x gn consort!reader. This started off as hcs but I couldn't stop writing, sooo here we are. I've never actually posted anything like this like...ever so I hope someone likes it!! I had a lot of fun writing this and I'm open to requests for more of this Aegon or some other characters/fandoms if anyone has them.

Aegon has always gotten what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted it for the majority of his life

Whether he was fucking the whores of the street of silk or the serving girls of kings landing he was the one in charge because well, that's just how it's supposed to be

Admittedly though, Aegon did find the responsibility sometimes to be a bit dull

Especially now that he was king and had responsibilities further than they eye could see

Not to mention when he was too drunk to string together a sentence, the apprehension and blank bovine stares from his exploits would be almost too much to bear, and he wished desperately to the seven that some of them would just do something on their own

Enter: you, his consort

It starts small, maybe a firm hand gripping his throat as you ride his cock, or a slight tug of his hair as he eats you out, but it isn't long before things begin to...expand

You'd assumed when you married a King, no less the likes of Aegon ii Targaryen, you would have to leave your dominant side behind, but as you read his body language though begin to figure out that he actually likes when you push him a bit, you waste no time in seeing just how far he will bend.

One day, you're straddling his lap in his chambers as the two of you kiss hotly. You can taste the wine on his tongue as he runs his hands along your sides, lapping and panting heavily into your mouth, squeezing into your ribs roughly. Too roughly, considering you've told him numerous times about that riding accident which left them permanently sore

"Aegon, stop tha-" and you're cut off by him pulling you into another messy kiss, not seeming to hear you at all over the sound of the blood rushing down to his own cock, which you can feel pressing firmly against your core.

You repeat yourself, to no avail, and your attempts to move his hands yourself are met only with irritated grunts as he continues to grind into you. It's like you aren't even there.

Without thinking, you slap him hard across the face, hearing him gasp audibly as his head snaps to the side. "I said stop."

Time seems to freeze for a moment, and you stare as the man sits oddly still, silvery hair obscuring his expression. You see his hands flex and then form fists, gripping the bedsheets tight as you can see blue-green veins shift underneath his skin, stark through his pale skin.

All at once you fear that your judgement was all wrong, that he'll be furious, have you punished by the Kingsgaurd, maybe even beat you to a pulp himself. But Aegon shifts his face to you, an unreadable look now settled across it, and amazingly, apologizes.

You blink at him for a moment, almost stunned to silence, but you won't allow this opportunity to slip away from you.

"When I say stop," you pause, watching the rise and fall of his chest as a blush blooms on his cheeks and down his neck, "you stop. Understood?"

Aegon swallows thickly, and nods, fingers twitching as he grips the sheets beside him. He looks...terrified, and something else you don't recognize.

You lean back into him for another kiss, this time taking the lead yourself and pushing your tongue into his mouth, drawing out an unintentional moan from him as his arms stay frozen and taut at his sides.

That night, you tease the man for over an hour, and by the time he's finally allowed to cum, tears run down his face and he makes a noise you're sure must have been heard by half the castle.

From there, you're off the the races

After the interaction, the two of you seem to form an almost unspoken understanding of what you wanted from eachother. You easily fell into your roles, and for all the bratty King is made out to be, he's never put up much of a fight as far as you were concerned.

In allowing himself to let go and give himself and his pleasure over to you, Aegon finds a bliss more complete than anything he's ever known.

Aegon finds himself desperate to please you any way he can, and in the security he feels being held by you everything else falls away, even if just for a moment.

Aegon loves to be praised while he's pleasing you, called a good boy and have you massage your fingers along his scalp as he works his tongue against you, his cock straining against his breeches, and knowing he's not allowed to touch it until you say so.

He loves when you edge and tease him, driving him half mad with feather light touches on his painfully hard cock as he squirms against restraints, tottering on the brink of orgasm for what feels like a thousand years.

Despite how much he wants to please you, his quick temper and sharp tongue often betray him, resulting in no shortage of punishments.

Like the time you took him over your knee after speaking over you in court, having him painstakingly count each impact and pretending you don't notice the way he ruts against your thighs after each slap.

Afterwards, as he kneels at your feet and hugs your legs, he looks up at you with tear stained eyes, full of adoration and wonders how he got so lucky.

(mommy? Sorry-)

Aegon is shameless and doesn't care to abate his hungry stares or fawning over you, and others take notice.

You definitely get some foul looks when you walk the castle halls, with or without him trailing behind you like a lost puppy

Regardless of what they think though, nobody can deny that you've inexplicably whipped the problem child into shape, something that had long since seemed completely impossible.

Aegon would do anything for you. He finds himself driven mad by you in every way imaginable and you both know that he would kneel to kiss your feet before the whole of court if you so commanded

#house of the dragon #aegon targaryen #aegon ii #aegon ii targaryen #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon smut #game of thrones #aegon ii x reader #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #house targeryen #daemon targeryan #rhaenyra targaryen #jacaerys velaryon

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Tidbit: The “Posterization” Effect of Panels Due to the Consequences of GIF Color Quantization (and Increased Contrast (And Also The Tangential Matter of Dithering))

There’s this misconception that the color banding and patterned dithering found in panels is an entirely deliberate, calculated effect Hussie manipulated the image into looking with some specific filter, but this isn’t the case, exactly. It wasn’t so much a conscious decision he took but rather an unavoidable consequence of the medium he partook in: digital art in an age where bandwidth and storage was at a premium.

Not to delve too deeply into the history and technicalities of it, but the long and the short of it is back in the early nineties to late aughts (and even a bit further into the 10s), transferring and storing data over the web was not as fast, plentiful, and affordable as it is now. Filesize was a much more important consideration than the fidelity of an image when displaying it on the web. Especially so when you’re a hobbyist on a budget and paying for your own webhosting, or using a free service with a modest upload limit (even per file!). Besides, what good would it be to post your images online if it takes ages to load them over people's dial-up Internet? Don't even get me STARTED on the meager memory and power the average iGPU had to work with, too.

The original comic strip's resolution was a little more than halved and saved as a GIF rather than a large PNG. That's about an 82.13% reduction in filesize!

So in the early days it was very common for people to take their scans, photographs, and digital drawings and scale them down and publish them as smaller lossily compressed JPEGs or lossless GIFs, the latter of which came at the cost of color range. But it had a wider range of browser support and the feature to be used for animations compared to its successor format, PNG ("PNG's not GIF").

You'd've been hard-pressed to find Hussie use any PNGs himself then. In fact, I think literally the only times he's ever personally employed them and not delegate the artwork to a member of the art team were some of the tiny shrunken down text of a character talking far in the distance and a few select little icons.

PNGs support semi-transparency unlike GIFs, which is why Hussie used them to preserve the anti-aliasing on the text without having to add an opaque background color.

While PNGs can utilize over 16 million colors in a single image, GIFs have a hard limit of 256 colors per frame. For reference, this small image alone has 604 colors:

For those who can't do the math, 256 is a pretty damn small number.

Smaller still were the palettes in a great deal of MSPA's panels early on in its run. Amazingly, a GIF such as this only uses 7 colors (8 if you count the alpha (which it is)).

Not that they were always strictly so low; occasionally some in the later acts of Homestuck had pretty high counts. This panel uses all 256 spots available, in fact.

If he had lowered the number any smaller, the quality would have been god-awful.

To the untrained eye, these bands of color below may seem to be the result of a posterization filter (an effect that reduces smooth areas of color into fewer harsh solid regions), but it's really because the image was exported as a GIF with no dithering applied.

Dithering, to the uninitiated, is how these colors are arranged together to compensate for the paltry palette, producing illusory additional colors. There are three algorithms in Photoshop for this: Diffusion, Pattern, and Noise.

Above is the original image and below is the image reduced to a completely binary 1-bit black and white color palette, to make the effect of each dithering algorithm more obvious.

Diffusion seemingly displaces the pixels around randomly, but it uses error diffusion to calculate what color each pixel should be. In other words, math bullshit. The Floyd-Steinberg algorithm is one such implementation of it, and is usually what this type of error diffusion dithering is called in other software, or some misnomer-ed variation thereof.

The usage of Pattern may hearken back to retro video game graphics for you, as older consoles also suffered from color palette limitations. Sometimes called Ordered dithering because of the orderly patterns it produces. At least, I assumed so. Its etymological roots probably stem from more math bullshit again.

True to its name, Noise is noisy. It’s visually similar to Diffusion dithering, except much more random looking. At least, when binarized like this. Truth be told, I can’t tell the difference between the two at all when using a fuller color table on an image with a lot of detail. It was mainly intended to be used when exporting individual slices of an image that was to be “stitched” back together on a webpage, to mitigate visible seams in the dithering around the edges.

To sate your curiosity, here's how the image looks with no dithering at all:

People easily confuse an undithered gif as being the result of posterization, and you couldn't fault them for thinking so. They look almost entirely the same!

Although I was already aware of this fact when I was much younger, I'm guilty of posterizing myself while editing images back then. Figured I may as well reduce the color count beforehand to help keep the exported GIF looking as intended. I view this as a complete waste of time now, though, and amateurish. Takes away a bit of the authenticity of MSPA art, how the colors and details are so variable between panels. As for WHY they were so variable to begin with, choosing the settings to save the image as requires a judicious examination on a case-by-case basis. In other words, just playing around with the settings until it looks decent.

It's the process of striking a fine balance between an acceptable file size and a "meh, good enough" visual quality that I mentioned earlier. How many colors can you take away until it starts to look shit? Which dithering algorithm helps make it look not as shit while not totally ruining the compression efficacy?

Take, for example, this panel from Problem Sleuth. It has 16 colors, an average amount for the comic, and uses Diffusion dithering. Filesize: 34.5 KB.

Then there's this panel right afterwards. It has 8 colors (again, technically 7 + alpha channel since it's an animated gif), and uses Noise dithering this time. Filesize: 34.0 KB.

The more colors and animation frames there are, and the more complicated dithering there is, the bigger the file size is going to be. Despite the second panel having half the color count of the first, the heavily noisy dithering alone was enough to inflate the file size back up. On top of that, there's extra image information layered in for the animation, leaving only a mere 0.5 kilobyte difference between the two panels.

So why would Hussie pick the algorithm that compresses worse than the other? The answer: diffusion causes the dithering to jitter around between frames of animation. Recall its description from before, how it functions on nerd shit like math calculations. The way it calculates what each pixel's color will be is decided by the pixels' colors surrounding it, to put it simply. Any difference in the placement of pixels will cause these cascading changes in the dithering like the butterfly effect.

Diffusion dithering, 16 colors. Filesize: 25.2 KB

This isn't the case with Noise or Pattern dithering, since their algorithms use either a texture or a definite array of numbers (more boring nerd shit).

Noise dithering, 16 colors. Filesize: 31.9 KB

Pattern dithering, 16 colors. Filesize: 23.1 KB

There's a lot more I'd like to talk about, like the different color reduction algorithms, which dither algorithms generally compress better in what cases, and the upward and downward trends of each one’s use over the course of a comic, but since this isn’t a deep dive on GIF optimization, I might save that for another time. This post is already reaching further past the original scope it was meant to cover, and less than 10 images can be uploaded before hitting the limit, which is NOWHERE near enough for me. I should really reevaluate my definition of the word “tidbit”… Anyway, just know that this post suffers from sample selection bias, so while the panels above came from an early section of Problem Sleuth that generally had static panels with diffusion dithering and animated panels with noise dithering, there certainly were animated panels with diffusion later on despite the dither-jittering.

Alright, time to shotgun through the rest of this post, screw segueing. Increasing the contrast almost entirely with “Use Legacy” enabled spreads the tones of the image out evenly, causing the shadows and highlights to clip into pure black and white. The midtones become purely saturated colors. Using the Levels adjustment filter instead, moving both shadow and highlight input level sliders towards the middle also accomplishes the same thing, because, you know, linear readjustment. I'm really resisting the urge to go off on another tangent about color channels and the RGB additive color model.

Anyway, there aren't any examples in MSPA that are quite this extreme (at least in color, but I'll save that for a later post), but an image sufficiently high in contrast can be mistaken for being posterized at a glance. Hence the Guy Fieri banner. In preparation for this post, I was attempting to make a pixel-perfect recreation of that panel but hit a wall trying to figure out which and how many filters were used and what each one's settings were, so I sought the wisdom of those in the official Photoshop Discord server. The very first suggestion I got was a posterization filter, by someone who was a supposed senior professional and server moderator, no less. Fucking dipshit, there's too much detail preserved for it to be posterization. Dude totally dissed me and my efforts too, so fuck that moron. I spit on his name and curse his children, and his children's children. The philistines I have to put up with...

In the end, the bloody Guy Fieri recreation proved to be too much for me to get right. I got sort of close at times, but no cigar. These were some of the closest I could manage:

You might be left befuddled after all this, struggling to remember what the point of the blogpost even was. I had meant for it to be a clarification of GIFs and an argument against using the posterization filter, thinking it was never used in MSPA, but while gathering reference images, I found a panel from the Felt intermission that actually WAS posterized! So I’ll eat crow on this one... Whatever, it’s literally the ONE TIME ever.

I can tell it's posterization and not gif color quantization because of the pattern dithering and decently preserved details on the bomb and bull penis cane. There would have had to have been no dithering and way fewer colors than the 32, most of which were allotted to the bomb and cane. You can't really selectively choose what gets dithered or more colors like this otherwise.

Thank you for reading if you've gotten this far. That all might have been a lot to take in at once, so if you're still unclear about something, please don't hesitate to leave a question! And as always, here are the PSDs used in this post that are free to peruse.

#tidbit #homestuck #problem sleuth #gif #dithering #posterization

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things i wish the sonic franchise brought back or implement.

Dark Sonic

seriously, i love imagining a fight between Dark Sonic and Eggman inspired by Korra vs. Zaheer ( when she was poisoned ). where he loses the cool attitude, the smile, everything, and goes in with full power, charging himself left and right at Eggman. it'd be even more fascinating to still have Dark Sonic lose. not because of his lack of power, not because of lack of skill, even when blinded by rage, but because of Eggman's ingenuity.

a lot of people, to this day, misinterpret Dark Sonic as a murderous, rampaging monster, but that completely misses the purpose of why he exists to begin with. i believe this is a case of people not exactly knowing where he comes from, or just a lot of fans drawing a murderous Sonic and it took the internet by storm one day, but just in case you don't know:

Dark Sonic is from Sonic X, a TV show that is sort of an expansion on Sonic Adventure 2, adding more lore, character arcs, and overall meaning to the game's original plot. Dark Sonic was revealed in the episode "Teasing Time" in s3, and the reason he appeared is because he discovered his friends ( Cosmo and Chris ) were injured and that one of them ( Chris ) was unconscious.

the whole reason this form exists is Sonic's love for his friends essentially fueling his rage. it's like Darkspine Sonic from SATSR, or has similar formula. Dark Sonic isn't inspired by any bloodlust or desire to kill, but rather by burning anger at seeing his friends be put in harm's way.

Dark Sonic is made from the strong desire to protect his friends.

2. An Actual Arc For Shadow

you guys might be confused, especially if you consider some of my previous posts, but lemme explain.

for a long time, it's never felt like Shadow has actually recovered from his trauma, atone for his actions ( yes, i understand he saved Earth ), or live life really at all. it doesn't help that, to this day, SEGA continues to make Shadow relive the past.

i don't consider the movies to be a part of the problem, as Shadow being introduced to the plot was basically a given, and you can't introduce him in your own take without his general backstory ( unless you're Boom or Prime, i guess ). i believe the movie will be doing taking some creative liberties to his story, as they did so with Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles, and i see no reason that they should stop.

the reason why i have an issue with this is because it's an ongoing issue within the games, specifically. Shadow the Hedgehog ( 2005 ) was a disservice to his setup and the 'first arc' ( considering he's still alive after the fans demanded his return ) to his story.

aside from it just giving 'early 2010s deviantart edge', it's just so...

childishly handled.

for one, you're immediately given a Hero or Dark route, like in SA2, which i feel completely misses the point of SA2's true ending. Shadow has redeemed himself ( or began to ), so to give him complete reign to just become an antagonist all over again defeats the whole purpose of a redemption.

it's like what Prime did with Dread, giving him an already established redemption arc ( sort of ), but then corrupting him again for no real reason other than just because.

another issue i have is Shadow's amnesia and attitude in general within the game. technically speaking, yes, it does make sense for him to suffer memory and // or physical issues from his fall from space, but to completely wipe out every single thing he did just to give him the opportunity to relearn his past, do some fucked up shit, do some less fucked up shit, then throw away everything in the past, Maria and her wish included, is...

amazingly obtuse, for lack of a better word.

again, while it's technically not out of bounds, i feel like giving Shadow complete and total amnesia just disrespects SA2's vision and execution of the story. it's redundant, it's lazy, and overall just really damn frustrating to watch.

Shadow deserves to have a story that allows him to heal from his trauma, discover who he is, and respecting Maria's wish along the way. a lot of people seem to think it's either he forgets about his past ( or buries it ) or full-on dedicates his entire life and doesn't bother picking up a life lesson or two, but it doesn't have to be that way.

Shadow can heal, grow, and change. SEGA just won't let him.

3. The Echidna Tribe & Knuckles' Story

Knuckles is one of my favorite characters in the entire franchise as a whole, but his character and story is sorely dismissed. while Shadow has the issue of repetition, Knuckles suffers from being dropped on the head multiple times and played for a joke ( i think Frontiers is one of the more recent games that didn't do this, but i might be wrong ).

one of the reasons why i love Knuckles is how straightforward, yet reluctant he was about finding out his past. at the end of Sonic Adventure 1, he says something to the extent of:

"maybe i'm better off not knowing the meaning behind all of this. because i feel something terrible will happen if i do."

he is content being ignorant for the sake of his own peace of mind.

but in SA2, he's more or less forced to start facing his fear and learn more about the past. unfortunately, though, we don't actually get to see much after this game, because the tribe is almost entirely forgotten. instead, it's brought up in comics that are more or less canon ( i think ), but not fully aligning with the games. i think it's safe to say the comics are their own canon?

like with Shadow, i would've loved to see an actual conclusion on this arc of Knuckles' story. to see more of the tribe in the past, of their wrongdoings, character moments, more of Tikal or Chaos or the little Chao, and how it all ties together.

but instead, we have lots of media repeatedly insulting Knuckles' intelligence, ignoring his tribe and // or his job entirely ( i guess they forget the Master Emerald is portable? ), and just generally dumbing him down to be a hotheaded moron that apparently doesn't care about being the Guardian!

Knuckles is one of the most relatable characters in this series for me, as there's a lot of things i would rather not know and stay ignorant to, but have to face head on in order to fully move past it and grow to be better.

he was completely isolated on Angel Island for so long, yet people still make fun of him to this day for being manipulated by Eggman in SA1 ( even though he didn't even fully believe Eggman, it was just a precaution, but who cares about the details- ). he's not just a hothead, he's strong, he's kind, he's pretty blunt and, honestly, really fucking adorable, i love this echidna.

look at him, just standing there. i love him.

anyway, Knuckles deserves a proper story surrounding his tribe, his identity as the Guardian of Angel Island, his relationships, and to have a satisfying conclusion. or, at the very least, more games or media in general not dumbing him down to an angry hothead with nothing better to do but to yell and ignore his responsibilities.

3. Sonic

"what're you talking about, ashe? sonic's meant to be a flat character! what could be wrong with him?"

yeah, but after frontiers, i want more mentally ill sonic that needs to be concerned for by his friends, okay, that's all i want-

4. Storybook Era

now, now, i know a lot of people don't like the storybook games because of their shoddy gameplay and all that, but i genuinely love these games, their flaws included.

i do believe satbk has a better story than satsr, but i still have an attachment to the latter game, so suck it.

it'd be really nice to see a storybook game with switch, xbox, ps, or similar controls. as the era has Sonic diving into different worlds, maybe a world like Alice and Wonderland could be an interesting game. several elements to work with, locations turning into creative levels or even hub worlds. this is sort of a long shot dream that will probably never exist, but i wanna see an adventure-style storybook game one day.

i'll probably die before that idea is even considered, but it's a fun thought and that's all that matters at the end of the day.

there's no real big reason as to why these matter or anything, as i don't believe you need a storybook in order to send off the messages these games try to give, but they're just really charming to me and i love to see how this type of game could be implemented into video games today, with all the new engines and whatnot.

5. Teams

oof, okay, um-

there's a few games that have teams in them, and i guess you can count sonic forces as one of those games, so i should be more specific here.

i like SA1's flexibility with the roulette-like system, where you could play as any character you wished, but i also like SA2's team system, where they all had a close-knit role within the story from a similar perspective ( hero vs. dark ).

SA1 served multiple perspectives, all giving you pieces of the same puzzle that you have to figure out as you go. by the final story, all of the characters ( except Big, but idc, i love him ) have their character arcs and it's with their changes that the story is fully complete.

SA2 served the entirety of two perspectives and merged them together for the final story, heroes and villains having to work together to fight off the greater evil at hand.

overall, i want more games having the characters work together, having different details // information or even moral differences ( it depends on which system they go with, though ) on the situation at large, but maybe still having to come together.

whether or not they use official teams, i want the sonic franchise to bring back using other characters as necessary plot points with their own individual arcs.

it may not be needed, per say, as there's still a few games that work and don't have either of these systems, but i really miss the adventure games and wish for more of their elements to be implemented in future games.

6. CHAO!!!

BRING THESE LITTLE CREATURES BACK, GODDAMN, WHY ONLY TWO GAMES?!

anyway, that's all i can currently think of. i think these would serve either character or charm to the franchise, but maybe you have some other ideas of what the games could give! maybe proper returns of characters, other forgotten stories, or even new ideas!

lemme know what you think.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic adventure #sonic adventure 2 #sa1 #sa2 #dark sonic #sonic #shadow the hedgehog #shadow #knuckles the echidna #knuckles #team sonic #team dark #team rose #team chaotix #chao #chao garden

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