This is entirely @forbiddenbacon's creation with no contribution from me, it was simply only posted in the SVSSS community and I want it to SPREAD instead of being contained
Here's the idea that they had:
Post canon where Binghe unexpectedly ascends and SQQ only knows that Binghe went missing. He's panicking. Meanwhile Binghe is swept away immediately upon his ascension for an on-boarding tour and paperwork, at which point it becomes clear who, and more importantly, what, he is. The Heavenly Officials are panicking. He's brought to an impromptu mass meeting of the Upper Court, and is summarily locked in the Heavens until the current Heavenly Emperor can figure out wtf is going on. He's panicking.
Of course, the demonic imperial court is clueless and left without an emperor. Everyone is pretending nothing's wrong so as not to show weakness. As his right hand, Mobei Jun is left to take care of business. Whispers are starting and noble demon families are already preparing to make the case for their daughters to get in w the new emperor first. Mobei Jun is panicking. Shang Qinghua happens to be aware that at least a few of these would be brides are assassins. He's double panicking. They need to come up with a cover story to stall for time while they try to track down Binghe.
At the Peaks, the rumors are flying. Sha Hualing has taken it upon herself to plant a story that she and Binghe ran off together. Meanwhile she's lying on the cool purple sands of a remote island, being served fancy cocktails and snacks by the local imps, whom she has terrorized into being quiet. The rumor grows legs and spreads around the Peaks. Everyone thinks Shen Qingqiu is having a breakdown because Binghe left him for Sha Hualing, when in reality he's having a breakdown because Binghe is missing and Binghe wouldn't leave him unless there was something huge going on. They all agree not to mention That Woman's name around SQQ. He's recruiting people to help search, and they're all looking at him with eyes full of pity. Except for Liu Qingge, who is seething. "I knew that half-breed walking hair-do couldn't be trusted! The nerve of him to leave Shen Qingqiu for that trollop! Absolutely disgusting." Mingyan is equally disgusted. "That skinny little homewrecker! Bingqiu divorce era MY ASS!"
The introduction to the mysterious Heavenly Officials that preside over our SVSSS world would be absolute clown shoes. Maybe some familiar faces. Liu MingYan sneaks away to investigate these rumors and Liu Qingge has to track her down. She unwittingly stumbles onto the truth by following tropey investigation techniques. Before she knows it, she's accidentally infiltrated the Heavens, Liu Qingge hot on her heels. Turns out there's a portal to the mortal realm in Pei Ming's back garden. Liu QingGe grabs Liu MingYan and she loses her veil in the ensuing tussle. Pei Ming is on the way home from another round of panicking meetings about Binghe. He turns the corner of his palace and comes face to face with an unveiled Liu MingYan. They both freeze. Pei Ming hears swelling violins, birds start singing, he blushes... and then Liu QingGe pops up next to her. The beat drops. Pei Ming and Liu QingGe are both flabbergasted. Liu MingYan realizes no one us paying attention to her anymore, so she creeps away to search for signs of Binghe. Pei Ming and Liu QingGe continue to stare at each other. A drop of sweat rolls down Pei Ming's forehead. Liu QingGe squints. Pei Ming clears his throat.
"Liu Qingge-ge. No, not ge ge. Just ge. I mean Qingge."
"Ahem, I see, yes. Aah..." Pei Ming claps his hands together. "Right! How about tea. Or something harder? I mean...aha...to drink. Of course to drink, what else could I mean? Haha WINE?? WOULD YOU LIKE WINE"
Liu QingGe continues to squint. "You... you must have a HUGE... kill count..."
Short Story "Gift from a God: Getting Ready" - School Ghost Stories
This short story is connected to the Limited Edition drama CD, "Gift from a God." It is recommended to read this after finishing the drama CD, and contains spoilers from the main game. This is official content from the LE art book.
For this particular short story, I think just finishing up the School Ghost Stories Common Route should be enough.
To celebrate the heroine's birthday, Kureha and Hibiki went searching for one of the school's Seven Wonders, the "Wish-Granting Book."
Kureha:
Hmm. It was easy to find last time, but in this world, it's not so straightforward... Hibiki, any luck?
Hibiki:
I can't find it. It's blood-red and black, right?
Kureha:
Yeah, that's how it looked when we found it. It's a creepy book with nothing written on the cover.
Hibiki:
Yikes, that does sound creepy! But the idea of it granting wishes sounds pretty wonderful. Have you decided what you're going to wish for?
Kureha:
About that... You mentioned wanting to "talk to her directly", right? That gave me an idea... I was thinking of wishing she could see us, even if just for a little while.
Hibiki:
Wow, that's a really nice wish! But why not just make it forever instead of a little while?
Kureha:
Heh, I understand the sentiment... But I believe that's something only she can wish for.
Hibiki:
What do you mean?
Kureha:
We're dead, after all. We probably shouldn't interfere too much with her life unless she wants to... At least, that's how I feel about it.
Hibiki:
It's sad, but you're right. It'd be hard for us to make her really happy... Haaah... But imagining her with someone else... It makes me so jealous I can't stand it. It's infuriating!
Kureha:
Heh. You're the jealous type, huh? I'd probably just end up crying.
Hibiki:
Oh? I wouldn't expect you to be so emotional, Kureha. I never really pictured you getting jealous.
Kureha:
Haha... I wish I could be more detached, but the truth is, I'm a man who's bad at giving up. rather pathetic, don't you think?
Hibiki:
Hehe, I feel like I know you a bit better now! Maybe I'm a bit like you, Kureha. Well... The way we act when we're jealous is pretty different.
Kureha:
Yes, and we both ended up falling for the same girl.
Hibiki:
Haha, right. I wish that wasn't the case.
Kureha:
Haha! We agree there.
Hibiki:
Well, it's all thanks to her that you and I could become friends like this. Helping her return to her world together sparked out friendship! Ah, um... Maybe calling it a friendship is too much...
Kureha:
Not at all. I feel the same way. It's a bond born from her, and I cherish it.
Hibiki:
Y-Yeah! Me too... I feel the same way. Even though we're rivals in love, I still want to get along! Oh, right. If there are any mortals approaching her, shall we cooperate and haunt them together?
Kureha:
That's a rather dangerous line of thinking...
Hibiki:
I don't want her to start liking you, Kureha, but that wouldn't nearly be as bad as some other guy... I couldn't forgive that. So let's make sure to erase-
Kureha:
H-Hey! I think the book is over there!
Hibiki:
Huh? Wow, really?! You sensed the presence of the red book?
Kureha:
Oh, well, um... It's just a feeling I had-
[A sudden noise]
Hibiki:
Ah! W-What was that?!
Kureha:
This is... This is the red book! The one that grants wishes!
Hibiki:
Huh? B-But how?! There wasn't a red book here a second ago! It just suddenly popped out of the bookshelf...
Kureha:
And if a ghost like me can pick it up... It must be spiritual in nature!
Hibiki:
Please show me. Wait... Huh? There's nothing written inside!
Kureha:
No, the letters are appearing. Uh... "I'll grant your wish. In return, stop that dangerous little brat, or else that girl will be sad."
Hibiki:
Hm? Dangerous brat? Who could that be? Was there someone dangerous nearby?
Kureha:
We... We can talk about that later...
Hibiki:
Oh, so you know who it is? Good. Please tell me later. We'll be sure to haunt whoever it is!
Kureha:
Ah... R-Right. Now what should our wish be?
Hibiki:
Oh, that's right. Hehe, I've been really looking forward to this! I want to look into her eyes, have a chat, and share a laugh with her as soon as possible!
Kureha:
Yes, let's make that happen. Now, let's write our wish in the book.
you know how capochin smokes?? well, think about how al can cough up a beachball safe and sound and in desperation, eat disgusting food off the pavement and not get hurt. drain beings seem to have the power of limited cartoon logic.....they're quite bouncy. soft when happy, sharp when their fight or flight kicks in.
.....
think about it. why does capochin do that. and he's not damaged on the inside?? well, it must be because earthly human addiction is different than drain. so capochin and any drain mortal like him can handle nicotine better than an earthen mortal. within limits of course.
so. heheh. HEHEHEHEH.
inspekta CAN'T STAND that he smokes because he thinks he's gonna get himself killed.
poor thing probably downloaded a "MORTAL PREMATURE DEATH PREVENTION" tracker. and he's uh. having a manic spiral about his little guys and his second in command dying. at least that's what he thinks will happen all at once.
So he summons Capochin over and then Inspekta asks to clean his lungs for him with healing magic. An "urgent check-up". Capochin doesn't see any reason to object to this. It's like, hey, why not?
......OH IS HE IN FOR IT.
Imagine little stars everywhere. And Inspekta with some x ray vision with the weird rainbow eyes. Capochin looks freaked out but then Inspekta nuzzles his cheek like a cat to try to calm him. He looks less anxious but now has a slap happy grin on his face. Inspekta being confused but assuming that means it's okay now?
So he "polishes" his lungs.....
And well. IT'S PRETTY MUCH CUDDLING A LOT. AND TOUCHING. AND CAPOCHIN SCREAMING INTERNALLY /gay intent
Y'know. Inspekta thinks he's just preventing him from dying(when it's like...not that urgent) but he doesn't seem to realize how much he likes cuddling Capochin. And normally would be crossing boundaries but Capochin was having an alright sensory day. AND WELL. YOU COULD SAY HE'S HAVING A BETTER ONE NOW.
Capochin keeps smoking(either way he was gonna smoke but now. uh. teehee) and it frustrates Inspekta but Inspekta acts like it's alright. "HAHAH. SILLY CAPOCHIN. YOU'D DIE WITHOUT ME AHAHAHAH (STOP DOING THIS TO YOURSELF)"
And Capochin's just like. (Is this wrong. Is he actually upset? Hehe, he's worried about me)
Eventually Capochin would let up and remind Inspekta that he's not dying.
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT AN' NOT SAY NUTHIN'??? ARE YOU JUST----wait. do you....do you like cuddling with me?"
"....um."
"YEESH!!!! AUGH, you silly head! Why didn't you just say so! We can do that anytime! Without you giving me a brain-achey about it!"
"....UH."
"In the mean time, we will need to keep doing these ketchups....check ups! I HAVE to remove the impurities from my favorite little do-gooder's lungs, don't I?! Ya with me?!"
(He's too giddy. Capochin represses this crush so much.)
"I.....I...?? I THINK? YEAH."
"Don't you worry! I'll keep you nice and clean! HEHE. DON'T DIE. I SWEAR TO YOU, DON'T DIE ON ME!! I'LL BE SUPER DUPER *DUPER* UPSET!! HAHA!"
"Come on now. I won't just leave you. I...I swears, 'Ekta."
"(PHEW) OKAY. That's all you had to say, awite? Quit scaring me! Yikes!! Be more aware of yourself! Please?"
"I am...."
"....Why do you look so....peaceful right now?"
"...Huh? Isn't that how you want me to feel?"
"Wh...wha? I mean...um. Shore? But I'm not supposed to MAKE you! That's....weird! Oh, EW! What if I'm doing that by accident? SORRY CAPPY! Maybe that's a side effect of my healing magic! Drain it. I'm not very good at healing magic yet. You gotta be ON ALERT, you know?"
(S....Sure. By accident. TOTALLY NOT 'CUZ OF A CRUSH. IT'S NOT A CRUSH. HAHA. NO WAY.)
"Understood, sir."
"HEHEH. Better be!~ Now. Did ya wanna add cuddling to your nap schedule? :3"
Diluc X guardian reader whos a little late on the whole ‘helping out’ part. Expect some good ol angst from both parties, enthusiastic reader and Diluc in denial. Reader gives off ‘dad thats been absent for your developing years and shows up in your 20s’ vibe.
Word count: 3k (full fic around 10k)
Warnings: none in this extract but warnings will be added in the final fic
You are holy. You are divine. You are perfection incarnate. You have a duty.
In your hands held the fate of a mortal, someone desperate and in need of your guidance and as an official of Celestia it is both an honor to guide them and an honor bestowed, to be favored and seen by the gods for their struggles and in turn given the gift that is yourself. Admittedly you filled the application for this position a little late but surely your mortal is just fine as they are, you were just… a little preoccupied is all. You smile as you think of the future journey ahead, a new start of healing and recovery for a poor soul. Your… your new mortal…
Mondstadt, you haven't been here for a while but the smell of fresh brew in the air and tugging of the wind in your hair will always welcome you. You set off to find your dear human, your existence tied to his the moment you fulfilled the proper application of acceptance. He's in the city, a short distance away. The night was crisp, winter is around the corner but with your light you shall guide this mortal through and reach the warmth he so desperately needs. You open the door to a tavern, a further welcome of cheer and joy from its patrons and there standing in such joyous potential is your dear! Crimson hair bundled high, gaze focused and frown evident, such ache surely lies within him.
“Greetings Diluc of Mondstadt! Its a pleasure to finally meet you!” you speed walk up to the counter and lay on your finest smile, first impressions are important if you'll be spending the rest of his life together.
He didn't seem pleased with your manner, perhaps you were too much? Either way he sighed, “Right, and what would you like this evening?”
“You~☆”
His frown further lowered and brow crinkled, lines all too familiar with this exchange.
“Order a drink or get out, i am not accepting courting attempts”
“Courtship? Oh no no no! Haha you're mine in a different way! I'm here to give you a surprise alright?” You stood up straight, opened your arms out wide to him, beamed a smile as welcoming as possible and with as much joy and enthusiasm as possible declared,
“Diluc of Mondstadt I am your official Guardian Angel! Tremble no longer! Fret no fear for I as one of Celestians chosen have come to bring you peace in your times of need!”
…
He looked at you with blank tired eyes, not the ones of enlightened hope you were expecting
“Right well i think this joke has played its course. I'll ask you either leave or buy something.”
Huh? That's not what you were expecting. Shouldn't he be enamored? Shouldn't he be fulfilled with hope and respond in such a manner befitting of a life changing event? What's different here? What have you done wrong? You've done what you usually do, introduce yourself, have a good first impression, positive attitude, state your position as an official of Celestia, your previous mortals were overjoyed when you first met but this one is different, he doesn't look happy or relieved he just looks… tired.
Perhaps it's because the situation isn't right. In the past when you met your previous mortals it was in an immediate sense of danger whilst here he's just at his job but would something like that really affect his response? He still needs you after all, why isn't he overjoyed?
“Haha, there is no humor here other than the joyful future we are to embark on! Umm- haha, ah, you aren't in awe or anything right? This is the start to a new life for you! No more suffering or pain, you have I, your benevolent guardian, to guide and support you! Haha- um, you don't look all that greatful haha, i'm not usually this uncomposed it's just you don't seem very grateful and, yeah…” he's really throwing you off here, its like you don't even exist with the way he looks at you.
“Diluc! We need another round of 8 ales for the second floor!”
“Coming up Charles.”
He turned away and got on preparing the drinks. How awkward. You stand unmoving, simply blinking along and watching your mortal- Diluc, right, Master Diluc of Mondstadt, get glasses and fill them. Eventually your legs felt a little odd having to stand, you sit down on an available stool and continue to watch the men prepare drinks.
Is this really the reception you get for being a little late? Nothing serious could have happened in the time so why is everything so different now compared to how it's meant to be.
Your mortal finished his task and returned to his position, when his gaze laid on you he had to sigh but still approached.
“Will you order something now?”
“Oh no, i need not drink.”
“Right then what are you doing here other than to play this prank of yours?”
“Prank? Oh I'm serious about my position, Diluc of Mondstadt i am serviced to guide you.”
“I don't need any ‘guiding’ but if you are indeed of any i can help guide you out the door if we are done here.”
You can't help but laugh, he's being rather silly, of course you don't need help walking out the door but maybe he's confused or doesn't believe that someone could be blessed an angelic guardian.
“Diluc of Mondstadt-”
“‘Master Diluc’ is just fine, thank you.”
Oh? Weird, you could have sworn you read that he introduced himself as ‘Diluc of Mondstadt’, it's his title right?
“Right! So Master Diluc, going forward i will be joining you in you daily-”
“No you will not.” oh how blunt! You cringe a little inside, being treated like this is so odd, your previous mortals were never like this.
“ahaha- um yes i will, its my job. Worry not! I do not have to be physically present like i currently am, i just figured our first introduction would be best if i took a mortal form, you lot find great comfort in those you can identify yourself with and i will respect that! See!” you lift your arms out and display your form as if he hadn't taken a good look of it, you were rather proud of your visage, you always received praise from your fellow guardians when it comes to your human designs. “See, I put quite a bit of effort into this one! Haha but again, I can take on a spiritual form in the times you need to be ‘alone’. Not alone alone, you'll never be alone! But rather when you need other humans to perceive you are alone. I can do my duties both in and out of form! There is more to guidance than just protection after all! I am here as your new voice to lead you down your-”
“Okay that's enough.”
Please! Dear mortal, stop interrupting me! This is important! you shut your eyes and release an unseen tear, this hurts.
Diluc of Mondstadts’ frustration seemed to grow, his appearance did not change, his eyes still narrow and frown rested easily on his cheeks like before but you could easily sense his annoyance. How. HURTFUL!
“I'm done with your ‘guardian of celestia’ nonsense. Please leave my tavern before I have to escort you out, and I will so do not take this statement lightly.”
“Oh you couldn't even if you tried haha, different phases of mass and all that. I know it may seem ‘annoying’ to you for whatever reason but I am here with you for the rest of your life. It may be different from what you are used to but i can swear on my pledge that i will do all i can to accoustum into your life in a way befitting of your personal needs all whilst helping you out your sadness!”
He sighed, pressed his fingers to his brow and took a moment to recompose. Once he was done his frown wasn't so harsh but he still looked tired.
“Right well, I cannot deny you are a Celestial being. I've had all manner of entities in my tavern but none have gone so far as to claim they are supposedly my ‘guardian’. I do not know why you claim this, if you take a look into my life you will see I am well settled and content with my present so I am not indeed of your services. I thank you for your offer but please, take it to someone who may actually need it.”
“ha… haha silly, it's not an offer system, that's not how things work, haha. I am tied to you now. I can't just leave and you do need me! Your submission wouldn't be in the files if you didn't. Celestia knows when a mortal is deserving of their attention and you are! I'd say you are especially special considering you have a vision as well. Well done! Good job! You are already on the path of healing! Now with my help you'll reach a lovely new future.”
“Well I'm rather happy with what I currently have. Enough of this talk, you will confuse my customers.”
“oh? Oh you are worried about confidentiality? Not a worry! Our discussion is filtered, they cannot hear information they are not allowed to. They are likely hearing us chat on about the weather haha.”
“What?” his frown turned into confusion, how cute.
“oh yes! Being your guardian means dealing with personal stuff for you, it wouldn't be right if someone could just listen in to our conversation. There is also the fact that I hold knowledge that should not be heard by mortal ears and luckily the filter works to block it all! No secret spilt or your personal feelings uncovered.”
He looked concerned for a moment before huffing out and directing his attention elsewhere.
“Of course the gods work in ‘mysterious ways’”
“oh, I'm not a god, I'm an angel.”
“I'm not talking about you.”
“ah…”
He simply ignored you after that, tavern goers came and went and when he wasn't attending to them or greeting familiar faces he busied himself checking lists, stock and otherwise keeping things in order. You found your spot on the bar bench and hadn't moved since, only watched, you tried to start up another conversation but he had shut you down rather quickly so you were once again left in silence to sit. It had been a while since you surrounded yourself with mortals and the distinction was clear, they easily made merry and got on with life none the wiser of the world yet still all too eager to enjoy their lives, it was refreshing. Their simple lives were so cute, it was moments like this that made you fall in love with your job all over again, only pity is your current mortal doesn't seem as pleased. Humans are both simple and complex and your dear mortal was complexing to the core. You felt the hurt in him and yet he did not want help, you stated you were of Celestia and he refused you, why? Perhaps you'll need to try out some different methods to get close.
The early night turned late and Diluc finished his tasks leaving the few stragglers for Charles to close up after. He took his coat and disappeared out the back door. It took a moment for you to register he had left, so engrossed in your own thoughts and your surroundings you had actually stopped monitoring your mortal, not that you'd admit to doing that of course. Quickly you got out of your seat and ran after him, a few moments later you were at his side as he trudged on Mondstadts roads.
“soooo~ Mondstadt huh? Pretty place.”
He said nothing
“Last time I was here was ages ago, the winds really have flattened out the hills, it's nice!”
...
“I'm still not so happy about the smell in the air, you'd think that would have cleared out by now.”
“What?” he finally looked at you and it was in total confusion. “What are you going on about?”
“oh haha! I was just thinking aloud, I actually can't say. Hmmm… how could i word this… you've killed people right?”
All you saw was his back as he sped walked forward, eyes ever on his depressed past and not on you, his future.
“Diluc of Mondstadt halt! I did not mean to be offensive, I just wanted to link a connection you would recognise. That smell of death lingers in- it-” haha filters… you need to recompose yourself. “Haha nevermind! Topics of the past are not fun. How about we talk about you? You work at a bar? Oh no i believe i read you owned a winery, very impressive. But it being your fathers is no achievement of your own, we shall create your very own success in our journeys to come!”
“What?” his speed walking stopped, he held his stance firm, much like the form you need to take in the scene of battle, no sign of weakness displayed even in a simple action such as standing. Too bad for him you knew he was just playing, there is no way he could actually hold himself so well when he's so in need. And yet it didn't feel that way and he looked genuinely angry for some reason, you've only been encouraging.
“What right do you have to claim The Dawn Winery is not an achievement of my own?”
“Well simply you're not the one who developed it but that's okay! We have other chances, we can-”
“Not ‘we’, ‘I’ and it has always been ‘I’. I am the one that has gotten myself up to this point and have no need for a ‘we’. I do not need your confirmation nor your support which consists of empty notions and insensitive remarks. Leave before I force you to.” He took out his blade. He actually took out his blade on you, proof he'd follow through with his words.
What have you done wrong? Why is he so confusing? The others weren't this confusing. They were just sad and depressed and you comforted them but this one is just angry, your comfort feeding the flames but he wouldn't have had an application made for him if he wasn't in despair. Just what is this mortal's problem?
“Diluc of-”
“Do not even speak my name if you cannot say it correctly. I understand you may be an inhuman being but that does not exempt you from working by human standards when speaking with one. And typically human standards will not have one creating a false narrative of some guardian angel you are trying to play. Again, leave me be. That is your final warning.”
“But- but I am! It is not a false image, I am an official of Celestia, i am here to help.”
He lowered his blade but still his eyes remained sharp. His claymore could never harm you anyway yet the sting of his look was felt.
“Then tell me, if you truly are sent from Celestia why is it that you come now once my life is content? Why now when your ramblings prove nothing but eer and not in the time when I truly could have needed Celestia's help?”
It hasn't been that long though…
“I cannot answer that. See-”
“If you cannot answer, it means I cannot accept. To say Celestia sent help yet failed means to lose all respect for the gods. It is easier for me to say the gods work in unknown ways, that I faced my hardships without their guidance for a reason then to be told they failed, that I could have had an easier past if not for the incompetence of others whom are meant to be superior to us mortals. It is for that reason that I hold some semblance of respect for them that I cannot accept you as an agent of theirs.”
How? But that's not- what? His words held no meaning, no meaning you could understand anyway, they were only a collection of words that could not fit together. You could not understand them, you could not comprehend them. Is this how mortals feel trying to comprehend the higher plane? But his words are not a superior entity to you, you are superior, you should understand! But his words… What could he mean? Of course he respects Celestia but how does that differ to accepting you are one of theirs? It's not like Celestia could do anything wrong to garner disrespect. Right? No, it's unquestionable. Its- its-
You feel the strange tingle, you should move on from this subject. Right! Yes, move onto a new subject and respect the mortal, feed into their understanding if it means they can progress.
“haha i see i see. Well you do not have to see me as an official of celestia then! You can see me as a helpful spirit that has decided to join you in your adventure!”
“i refuse”
DAMN HUMAN LISTEN
“ahaha ha… um how about as-”
“The only thing I see you as is a malignant being whom pesters me for their own satisfaction.”
Ouch… but you could work with this!
“I see! Yes yes, your dismay gives me joy so in order for me to not ‘pester’ you you must not fall into dismay but rather develop and progress a more healthy future, yes okay! Human! I shall follow you and ‘pester’ you from this point onwards!”
He did a physical rolling of the eyes, rolling his body along as well as he turns himself away from you and continues walking.
“If you do so quietly I might reconsider impaling you on my blade.”
Its progress! Okay, you need to listen to him.
“right right, i shall only speak when absolutely needed oh or to say something to agitate you considering i am a malevolent being. In all honesty though, I find it hard to say disparaging things. I usually work as a supportive and helpful being but I will try to be vexatious.” You hear a faint ‘you don't even have to’ come from him, silly human, you can still hear him even at this distance.
A little bit more of a filler introduction to the fic im working on! If the dialogue feels awkward, good, its meant to be. As always angst shall follow but i find the dynamic rather fun. Let me know your thoughts and opinions of what youd like to see in the future!
this is something I wouldn't do, but considering how obsessed I am with Mr ww1 survivor over here, I couldn't help myself. if you want plot, i'll give you fucking plot. so, yes. this is a one shot thing. won't be accurate because I'm doing only 2 or 3 posts for the night before I get off and chat w my friend having a sleepover. now, let's get this shit started, huh? <3.
Pinhead smiled, evilly. his mind was set on killing you for opening the box, not seeing your innocence until now. he stood Infront of you, a hesistant look in his dark, dead eyes. you just looked at him, a scared..or.. um? nervous.. look in your eyes, he noticed this and spoke his dead mind., a monotone, and demonic noise.
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"oh, how i'm finding it rather.. complicated, whether I would like to kill you off, or keep you as my own, my little innocent dove. now, I ask you this. either, work for me, or work with me.. by my side." pinhead chuckled after, dryly. he took your shaky, uneasy hand in his, bending down to kiss it with his pale, ghostly lips. some of his pins poked you from around his lips. he didn't care, though. neither did you.
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"..ah .. s..so you find me ..i-interesting?" you spoke gently, in a whisper, not daring to move. you knew what this rather sadistic Cenobite was capable of, so you kept your thoughts to hit him and run away, quiet. Pinhead, knowing what you wanted to do, assuming ; not that he could read minds, but because of his intelligence. he always knew what was going to happen, and when it was going to fall over. he knew when you were right, wrong, or even in-between.
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"indeed I do, mortal. I find you intriguing. very.. much." pinhead's tone gave you shivers. did .. he mean that? or was he going to kill you like the rest of the people he had slaughtered when he was let out of the Lament Configuration. "..uh.. haha-- yeah .. well.. t-thank you, Pinhead. I find it.. nice, to say the least..?"
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you answered back, not even feeling his ice cold, bloody-finger-tipped hands slip around your waist, pulling you flush against his leather-dress covered body. he smelt like rust and blood. not a good combo, but he wasn't exactly able to wash it off, the nails would hurt like hell. of course, he showered, but with a hair net over his nails like one would with their hair. but, it was to cover his nails. not his hair..
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"ah. I see, you're shaking, is it because you're scared, or unable to register what you feel, this moment?" how did he catch on so bloody fast? you wondered. not even saying a word, he placed his middle finger and pointer finger into your mouth, the metallic taste was rather.. unappetising, to say the least. he smiled, softly. it wasn't that visible, but when you looked at it the right way, it was seen. not a soft smile, a sinister one.
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his fingers slipped further, the tips of his fingers pushing down on your tongue. "you know, my beloved mortal, I show affection using pain. pleasure Is not exactly too in my business. if you WANT pleasure, you must work for it." you tried to step back, yet was yanked back into his chest. damn, he must've wanted you to stay still, like ..really wanted you to stay still.
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Pinhead's gaze laid onto the half of his fingers, still visible. "..mpferpapfa- er- maaugh---" you tried to speak, with half of a dead man's fingers in your mouth. though, Pinhead just laughed it off. his other hand's fingers digging into your skin, not enough to be painful, but enough to show he's aware you are enjoying this. "I know you are into this. do my fingers stay cold? or are they warming up over time. your mouth feels ..rather pleasing. it's like a fish. their insides are quite slimy. you must know that, right?"
he paused for a moment, slipping his fingers deeper in with a weird noise. " you've been human all your life, I have had my time and age slipping away from my human self. though, that has nothing to do with you. unless, you are keen on making me stay? by all means, that would mean I have to bring you to hell. keep you there with me, forever." a gentle look appeared on his face. you looked into each other's eyes, keeping nothing put pure love in your gazes.
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"..how are..you feeling this? I thought you said Cenobites couldn't feel affection or.. romance?" you asked, yes, he had taught you about how Cenobites really are in the hell realm, but were entirely confused about how he was figuring out these feelings for you. "ah,, my beloved. it's complicated. you're too pure, as I call you, like a dove. if I sent you somewhere, you always would come back, I would send you out, you'd listen and come back, only with little scratches. like a dog, really. or even a messenger owl. there's no messages here, besides upon how I treat you. pain and pleasure are things I THRIVE in. it makes me feel more powerful than I already am to be, dove."
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he spoke, no tone in his voice, expressionless and monotone. but he meant those words, every goddamn drop. his eyes now seemed to bore into yours. he moved you backwards, but when your back hit the wall, he leaned down to be neck-height, licking a wet, cold stripe up your neck, again, the pins poking you more irritably this time. you let out a whine,, your fingers gripping onto the leather on his shoulders. "damn .. wh- how are you holding that damn thing in your mouth!?" you yelped, shaking him a little.
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pinhead just laughed, a stern, authoritative sound. "my my.. you've got some ...tender flesh. you're aware I could cut it, for myself, correct? such tender flesh shouldn't be wasted. that is why I shall adore it, worship it like a god I do not have." he leaned forward once more, licking up your neck, yet again, he yanked your head back, and blew cold, smoke onto the wet area, making you shiver. goddamn it, that was cold!.
(yeah. my fingers hurt like hell this is all youre getting.. waaah waaah waaah.. deal with it/j)
Okay, so this is significantly larger than other parts have been. Don't expect them to be this big in the future, you greedy little—
Anyway, glad to be posting again. I hope you enjoy this part because it was very fun to write! The next part will probably be about two weeks from now, as I'm currently moving into a new place (not a BIG move, but exhausting nonetheless). Good riddance to bad rubbish, creepy landlord!
Tags: NSFW, S.M.U.T., genie, futanari, threesome, P-in-V sex, anal sex, a suspicious volume of jizz
(Story Index)
Joy joins
You smirk at Joy's shock. "You looked a little thirsty, Joy."
Her shock disappears and she smiles right back (fucking dammit). "I'm always thirsty."
Somehow, that statement sounds a lot more menacing and/or existentially horrifying if she’s not exaggerating than whatever you expected she'd say. Anecha doesn't notice, still twitching from her orgasm, head hung low and the last bit of her cum dribbling down over your knuckles.
Anyway, "So you want some more?" you ask.
Joy hops off the bed. "Of course!"
"More?" Anecha sounds like she’s having some small difficulty catching her breath. She wipes her hair away from her eyes.
“If you’re not satisfied, yes,” you say and nibble on her earlobe.
You already know what her response will be, given the way her nipple and cock harden even further from their already hard state under your fingers, but you still love the way she responds, breathless, “Yes, master. I want more.”
With that, Joy removes your hand from Anecha’s dick, and fully engulfs it in her mouth. You’d call it a deepthroat, but that’s just not technically accurate. But deepthroat or not, it wakes Anecha right back up. She gasps and clutches at your hips for support. Her pussy clutches your cock as well.
Rather than take complete control, you allow yourself a few moments to just enjoy this. You take Anecha’s bikini “armor” all the way off and palm her tits, doing your mortal dangedest to match what you assume is Joy’s intensity. Anecha wiggles, unable to do much more as both of her genitalia sets are locked into place, but that's oh-so-pleasantly acceptable.
"Gods, master…" Anecha moans, "This feels so… so good!"
Pulling out a bit, you
"You like that?" you whisper.
"Fuck yes!" Joy responds.
You smack your forehead. "I meant Anecha."
"Yeah. Her dick is easy to blow, delicious, and I can feel how much she appreciates it. What's not to like?"
"No. The question was for Anecha."
"Oh! Haha, duh. How about it, Anecha? Do you like it when I suck your beautiful cock while master fucks your pretty little pussy?"
Anecha blinks and coughs awkwardly, “Um. Yes.”
“Nice,” Joy says, and then goes back to sucking, thankfully.
You roll your eyes and your hips. Anecha reacts to the latter in kind, bucking the short distance she can, held between you and Joy even more firmly as Joy slips her fingers between your bodies, groping Anecha’s ass.
Anecha groans and whimpers, even as you twist her part way around so you can kiss her. The sounds reverberate in your mouth. It’s clear that Anecha’s overwhelmed. Her hands roam wildly, both where she can reach you and Joy, the tips of her fingers twitching constantly. Her eyes flutter, unfocused, and her words (when you separate yourself enough from her to allow her to speak) are simple, stuttered noises that only give you the barest hint of their meaning.
“Master, your girl’s about to cum again,” Joy's voice saunters out. Sounds like she’s putting in a little more effort not to quip.
You slow to a stop and kiss the back of Anecha’s neck. “Not yet. I want to see her cum in your ass.”
Joy stands up, hugging you (and making an Anecha sandwich), smirking. “Do you want to feel her cum in my ass too?”
“Wh-wha?” Anecha stammers. You’re unsure too.
Joy takes Anecha’s cheeks in her hands and pulls their faces close together. Joy is kind of tall, but Anecha’s a tiny bit taller. “Just a little magic, honey. I’ll make you feel what master feels when he cums in your pussy too, if you want.”
You wish (BUT NOT LIKE THAT) that you could see Anecha’s face. She nods in tiny and gets pulled in for a steamy make out. The way she moans, you’d think Joy was still deepthroating her dick, not tonguing her lips… but that’s a potential double entendre giving you some great ideas. You should write that down.
“Master?” Joy asks, breaking you out of your futa cunnilingus fun thoughts.
“Yes, I’ll have what she’s having.”
One very literal floating sensation later, the whole Anecha sandwich is on the bed. Joy’s on her back, Anecha’s on top of her, and you sit up so you’re not smashing them. They’re making out again, and you get a wonderful view of everything between their legs. From top to bottom, one tiny asshole, a lovely pussy, a cock mostly covering Joy’s ever-weird vagina-free zone, and the metallic, slightly green sheen of the buttplug. Goodness, your ideas are great.
You twist the plug slowly out of Joy, making her moans melt in with Anecha’s, and you admire her slightly open ass, still slick with your cum. It was from hours ago, but it still seems… fresh somehow. Probably more magic stuff. Regardless, your cum mixed with whatever mystical lube flows over the flawless surface as you calmly spin the plug around before touching the warm tip to Anecha’s butt.
Guessing by the muffled but exuberant “mhm’s” and Joy’s groping, spreading hands, everybody else is excited about this idea, so you push. Anecha is tighter, as you could have expected, but a three person team effort is nothing to scoff at. Her asshole stretches and collapses under the plug’s base in the most satisfying way. Without skipping a beat, you also guide her cock into Joy’s ass. All of it makes Anecha squirm, curls her toes, and arches her back. It’s a wonder that she doesn’t cum immediately, but it could be a result of how recently she had her first orgasm of the morning.
To finish off this little jenga tower of sex, you press the tip of your cock to Anecha’spussy and make your way back inside with some difficulty due to the amount of space the plug in her ass is taking up, but certainly with no other difficulty due to how pouring wet it is.
You thought Anecha was overwhelmed before, but it feels like it was nothing now. One of her hands is trapped somewhere under Joy, but the other is clutching the sheets, knuckles white. She bounces up and down, held mostly in place by Joy’s legs wrapped around her back. It sounds like she’s crying, sobbing even, into Joy’s mouth.
Joy catches your attention with a little wave, and points up. Curls of green smoke form letters, words, and eventually a whole message that floats over Anecha’s head just long enough for you to read it:
Hey master! I just thought you might like to know how much raw lust is coming out of Anecha right now. It’s incredible! She’s had one girlfriend and one boyfriend, and after her breakups she’s been having these wonderful dreams about this exact scenario except the butt plug, which is new but she is loving it. Oh, right, so I kind of experience her entire life because when you magically create a living being, you’re connected to them fourth dimensionally. The fifth dimension is an option but it’s kind of overkill OKAY, I’m sorry she’s not a “real anime girl”. I got carried away with the creation bit, and Anecha is kind of my OC (don’t steal). I promise there are girls from actual anime in the app too. I modeled Nami from One Piece after the live action one, but pretty much all of the rest are just like their anime counterparts but fully rendered in 3D. I think you’ll really like Flannery. You know, from Pokemon. Anyway, I could have told you all this later. What was I going to sa RIGHT yeah, Anecha’s favorite part is your cock in her pussy. If you ask her later she’ll probably say her favorite part was the blowjob I gave her but her mind is absolutely swimming with desire for your cock, so it would be SUPER hot if you give her a taste after you cum. Figured I would puff up your pride a little bit by telling you about that. And on that note, I have been holding back her orgasm. I was going to tell you several minutes ago that you can release it by lightly pinching her nipples, but her dick is PULSING in my ass, and the desperation in her lust is intoxicating. It’s sexy in a kind of tragic way. Yeah, just a little pinch and she’ll explode. I guarantee that as soon as you feel it, you’ll go off too. Go as deep as you can inside her. At this point, she NEEDS it in the worst way.
Realizing now that you read all of that mostly unnecessary bullshit while Anecha was being supernaturally edged, you feel a little bad for her. You give her one long, slow thrust until you’re completely hilted inside her, then you grab her by the hip and pull even harder, flattening her ass against your pelvis. Not only are you as deep as you can possibly be, but you’re also pushing the plug as well. Some part of that last sentence is making her whimper pathetically. You reach down without compromising the position of your hips, slide your hands between Anecha and Joy’s breasts, give them each a brief rub, and finally, carefully, you pinch.
Immediately, there’s a cacophony of noise and a barrage of sensation slamming your ears and all of your nerve endings respectively. Anecha screams, Joy screams, you scream. Your dick, separated from your body, erupts with cum, flooding Joy’s ass with a quantity you couldn’t have even imagined last night—Wait, that’s Anecha’s dick, but it’s you that’s cumming, you think. But your cock is erupting too, doing exactly the same thing to Anecha’s pussy. Said pussy is erupting right back, your mixed juices spraying out so emphatically that the sound of it splashing against your stomach is actually audible over all the screaming. Anecha’s hand finds yours and crushes it, consequently crushing her own tit. It’s appropriately meta, as your brains at last seem to be simultaneously registering that you’re experiencing multiple, edged-out orgasms all at once. Stars pop in your vision, partially and rudely obscuring Anecha’s heaving back and Joy’s twitching legs.
It’s all you can do to stay upright, even on your knees. Even so, with all the difficulty you’re having, it looks like Anecha has it worse. Her scream peters out into one long, pained groan between gasped breaths and she convulses like she’s going through one of those crazy fake aphrodisiac JAV orgasms. In her case, it could very well be real. You felt it, after all, and it is appropriately crazy. Plus, she’s got the added stimulation of having her holes stuffed and pounded and her body being groped all over. Maybe you could feel all that sometime… But not this time. You’re already struggling to come down from your cum high, but Anecha is clearly failing to do so.
For her part, Joy doesn’t seem to be in orgasm mode any more, but she pulls Anecha’s head down into the crook of her neck and you see her face for the first time in a little while. Her expression is still euphoric, open mouth, eyes rolled partially up, and breath heavy. You still feel her ass around “your” dick, rhythmically clenching and massaging in that inhuman way that no mortal ass or pussy can do (not that you’d disparage the wonderful feeling of Anecha’s beautiful, quivering core). She sighs heavily and takes a hand off Anecha’s butt to give you a thumbs up, then flops back onto the bed.
“Good game, master,” she says somewhat breathlessly, “I knew we gave Anecha the right build… You’re DPS, I’m support, and she tanks… Perfect basic team composition.”
“What the… shut up,” you respond, similarly out of breath.
Joy gives you a stupid grin, “We’ll make sure to balance elemental equipment next time too.”
You roll your eyes and pat Anecha’s back, rubbing softly. “And how about you? Still feeling good?”
Anecha rolls to the side a bit, and both of your cocks slip out of their respective holes. They’re both quite hard, but her pussy and Joy’s ass both gush with a truly shocking volume of jizz as soon as she moves, ensuring you’re pushed out. Joy gives you a guilty shrug when you look up at her from the impossibly large streams of spunk.
Lips quaking, eyes slightly red, tears smeared all over her face, and somehow with her minimalist makeup perfectly unskewed, Anecha smiles at you. “Master… I’ve never felt… so good in my whole life.”
You climb up, planting kisses from her sweat-slicked hips to her mouth, then her nose and forehead. She giggles, though still notably with a rasp. “Good to hear.”
Anecha puts her shaking hands on your face and kisses your chin, then your lips. “Please, master, um… I’m a little weak now, but can we… please do this again?”
You can’t help but smile. “Of course. For you? With you? Happily.”
She shyly hunches her chin to her chest. “Thank you… A-and the mess I made?”
Looking down at your uniformly white-glazed cock, you chuckle and remember Joy’s smoke message. “I think we all contributed, but…”
Climbing further up, you end up with your penis hovering next to Anecha’s cheek. She reacts quickly, catching a drop of cum on her tongue before it hits the sheets. For a moment, she stares, shocked, and then closes her eyes and runs her tongue along your cock.
“Master… gods, master, it tastes perfect…” she mumbles, irises practically turning into hearts as she slowly cleans you off, savoring every lick.
You give Joy another raised eyebrow and she points up again, another message curling out of green smoke:
Okay. So. Yes. I “engineered” her taste buds so that her brain registers the taste of your cum as extremely delicious. As far as she’s concerned, all sex fluids taste good. Yours is just the best. What are you going to do? Fuck my ass and sue me? To be clear, suing me won’t do you any good. You can fuck my ass and wish for as much money as you want though. That is definitely an option. No legal battle required.
You’d roll your eyes at her again, but by the time you’re done reading, Joy has already slipped down between Anecha’s legs. Anecha moans with her lips around the head of your cock as Joy gently removes the butt plug from her.
Options:
Go to work and put Anecha back in the app so she can rest. You need to get something done.
Leave her out. Anecha can rest on your bed in the real world while you go to work.
Ask Anecha if she wants to stay or go, and also wish for infinite money so work is unnecessary.
Thoughts from "Reality Check" and "Across the Universe"
Ah yes, the fun filler episodes before "Same As It—PSYCH! You've been bamboozled!! Because Mikey and Raph seemed like they were having a good time, but, also, they almost died? Multiple times??
I know Mikey calls them the teenage mutant super turtles, but they seemed older? I don't know, they had adult vibes. Maybe that was just because they seemed so cold to Mikey. Gosh, how devastating it must have been for Mike to be face to face with these distortions of his brothers, his oldest and only playmates, except these versions don't know him and aren't even willing to engage with him.
Pfft, he looked so disappointed when alternate Casey said, "violence is rarely the answer." Not even bummed, more offended like, 'Dude, I can't believe you just said that. I thought we were friends.'
On a happier note, he'd be thrilled to know there's a universe with a statue of him. Wait, actually, since he's a battle nexus champ, he has a statue at the nexus, doesn't he? Good for him.
My working theory is that the Time Scepter sent the turtles somewhere related to their recent environment/what was on their mind. The turtles get hit with that beam, and it goes, hmm, what are you thinking about? Superheroes? Fast bikes? Yeah, I can work with that. Intrigued to know what Donny was working on that led to SAINW. Leo goes to Usagi's universe, right? Haha, bet he was thinking about his crush while practicing with his katana. Bonus points if he was using the sword Usagi got him for Christmas.
I don't know if the phase shift was painful (a la Across the Spiderverse). It didn't seem to be, but it must have been terrifying, especially when it happened while Raph was trying to operate a massive vehicle.
Holy heck, Raph was straight-up blackmailed by a couple adults into competing in a death race. And then had to be the adult a few times to get him and Falcon out of mortal peril and say, 'Hey, maybe let's not leave our fellow competitors to die.' Yeesh.
Now I'm just. Imagining Raph retelling everything that went down with the Planet Racers. He's focusing on how wicked the race was and raving about the specs on the bike, and then someone—probably Splinter or April—says softly but also very concerned, 'Sweetie, that wasn't a good situation. You could've gotten really hurt. Those adults shouldn't have treated you like that.' And he's all, 'Yeah, uhuh, sure, and did I tell you about the GIANT WORM!' Because, initially, he thinks they're overreacting, but as he sits with it and cracks open his emotions about the whole situation, he realises, um yeah, that was kind of terrifying, and they wouldn't take no for an answer, and all I wanted to do was get home but they wouldn't let me and. . . yeah, I probably,,, should've expected this reaction to a Raph-centric episode
Alright, I need motivation for my beloved oc's. I mentioned Mischief once when the ship name of John and Santino was created (MarkerMischief). So I'll explain him and his lover a little :3
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In short, Mischief is my cat oc (anthropomorphic), who is one of the Overlords. He has a white fur and green eyes, can be flirty, gives good advices (romantic ones especially), he is really fun actually being one of the youngest Overlords there, and he really cares for those he loves. Horatio is one of his like, let's say, servants, someone who works for him. He is a brown wolf (hmm, maybe like a mix of red wolf and tundra wolf). He calls him "Master" at first, is really loyal and cares for everyone, wants to protect him, and has had a crush on Mischief ever since he got first introduced to him.
All my oc's are WIP even after so long... I created this series and these oc's back in 2019 and over the years more and more oc's just kinda popped in my mind. Plot? Umm... haha... WIP! But it has Overlords, demons, present time, past time, some mythological creatures that aren't anthro (like griffins and some of my own original creatures who also have mortal forms) and a lot more.
Okay enough of my yapping, I wanna share this ONE little part of my own lil fic that I wrote, two years ago (apologies if some stuff are a bit cringe/have grammar mistakes, it's been a while lmaoo). I think this part is silly :3
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Those types of dreams
Mischief still wasn't convinced that Horatio was fine. "Horatio. C'mon tell me, something is bothering you." Mischief said, tugging on Horatio's arm. "No, I'm fine. Seriously you don't have to worry." Horatio said. Mischief sighed, crossing his arms. "You can be really stubborn when you want to. But I like that about you." Mischief said.
"Now..." Mischief started, holding Horatio's both hands in front of him. "Tell me." He smiled. Horatio groaned softly, feeling even more embarrassed but he knew Mischief wouldn't give up.
"Alright." He sighed. "But...I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable." He said. "You won't. Go on." Mischief said, still having that adorable smile. "Okay.." Horatio said, mentally preparing himself.
"I...had a dream about you...us actually," Horatio began, "A-and...we uh, had..." he paused, "Sex?" Mischief asked, finishing Horatio's sentence for him. "Ah! Um y-yes...well- not exactly, it didn't happen immediately we were just um, teasing each other, I guess." Horatio finally said it.
Mischief chuckled softly, then turned into a small laugh. Horatio was looking at him, kinda confused. "Oh Horatio...and you were embarrassed to tell me this?" Mischief asked, wiping off a tear in his eye from laughing. "Yes..." Horatio said, lowering his look to the ground.
But he felt Mischief's hands on his cheeks which made him look up at Mischief. "Hey, don't be sad. I'm sorry I laughed, I didn't mean to offend you." Mischief said softly. "No, no you didn't offend me. I'm just...embarrassed." Horatio said, blushing a little.
"Don't be. Dreams happen, maybe it meant something." Mischief said, patting Horatio's shoulder. Meaning something? Yes, that Horatio loves him. "Yes...it meant something." Horatio agreed.
Mischief hummed softly and leaned to kiss Horatio's cheek. Horatio was left speechless. "I like your dream. I hope I was doing good to you." He said, his voice quiet but soft. "M-master.." Horatio said, not sure what to do, he just wanted to kiss him right now.
