#[ i haven't done one of these in a long while whoops

[kiealer]

I've been thinking about Solar Storm as I've been watching JJBA and HxH, and I finally have outside references to compare it to in order to give a better explanation:

Solar Storm is like a 70%/30% mix of Hamon and Killua's Godspeed form. Which is to say, yes, Solar Storm is just basically a giant JoJo's reference before I even knew what it was. (and now it's entirely intentional--)

Overdrive is more often than not used for defense since it covers her entire body, and any touch will evoke a sharp and massive electric shock to the one who touches her. She cannot use ki attacks in this form, it will drain her instantly, or potentially even kill her with how much energy she's outputting. Shock (I think I called it) is the lesser form, centralized to specific parts of her body (more often her arms or hands than not), which is more for offense because it's more focused and meant to be used for accurate strikes. It takes less energy but more concentration. Yes, ki attacks can be used, though it still takes a chunk out of her. I'd say her ki attacks are electric-based, and maybe she can even absorb ki in this state to keep for herself or to use as a counterattack, but I'll think more about that.

[grimesve1l]

First time for everything

Read previous part here

Summary: Rafe takes you on your first date

Warnings: Swearing

It's been a few days since Rafe spent the night with you but you've still been talking. This morning you had woken up to an apple pay notification and a text from Rafe telling you to get your nails done and be ready by seven. The message made you smile as you got out of bed and headed to the kitchen.

"What you smiling for?" Barry asked from the couch. "Nothing" you said as you started to make breakfast. "Mhm." Barry replied not believing you. "That code for country club?" he adds. "Maybe." you say cracking an egg in the pan. "Y'all dating now or sum?" he asks as he scrolls on his phone. "No, but we do have a date later." you reply.

This makes Barry turn and look at you. "Y'all have a date?" he says. "Yeah. Why are you so shocked?" You ask as you continue cooking. "You two are making each other soft as hell. Back on the mainland you'd be playing five guys at the same time and none of them ever knew it." Barry says.

"And Rafe ain't all that different either he be playing all them kook girls. Now you talking bout y'all got a date. Barry says in disbelief. "I guess we've both had a change of heart. you say shrugging while fixing your and Barry's plates. You put the plates on the table in the living room and sit beside him.

You two continue talking as you eat your breakfasts. Once you finish you take a shower and get ready to get your nails done. "You know a good nail salon around here?" you ask Barry. "Why would I know that?" Barry says giving you a confused look. "I don't you live here don't you?" you respond sarcastically as you look it up on your phone.

"Whatever I found one." you say heading for the door. "Bye B, don't miss me too much!" you say as you leave. You make your way to a nail salon that's not too far but still far enough to be way nicer than what you would've found near you. You walk up to the lady at the front desk and ask if she can do a walk in. The lady looks you up and done but agrees regardless.

You don't miss the way people in the salon look at you but you couldn't care less. Rafe gave you money to spend and you were gonna spend it somewhere nice. You eventually get sat down and the nail tech starts working on your nails. You decide to go with simple long dark red nails.

"I love that color." A girl beside you says. "Oh thanks yours are cute too." you respond. "I'm Sarah. Are you new here I haven't seen you around here before." You think for a moment wondering why the girls name sounds familiar before responding "I'm Y/n and yeah I just recently moved here. I'm getting my nails done for a date tonight." "Ooo who is he maybe I know him. Sarah says.

"He's a friend of my cousins, they do business together." you say. "Oh so he has money." Sarah replies jokingly. "I mean he is paying today." you say with a smile. "Okay!" Sarah says as you both laugh. As the nail tech finishes Sarah's nail she tells you to give her your phone so she can put in her instagram.

"That way you can tell me how your date goes." she says before leaving. You finish not long after and pay with the money Rafe sent. You make your way back home and relax with Barry until it's time to start getting ready.

You're not sure where Rafe is taking you so you go with a simple black dress with lace and some black kitten heels. You had just finished spraying your setting spray when Barry calls you from the living room. "I'm coming" you say as you almost trip down the hall in your heels.

You see Rafe standing by the door waiting for you. "Alright I want her back by midnight and if I find out you hurt her ima whoop your ass." Barry jokes as Y/n moves to stand beside Rafe. "Shut up Barry." you laugh. "I'm just fucking with you but i'm serious about that last part. You hurt her I'll fuck you up country club."

"Trust me man she's in good hands." Rafe says. Barry just nods as the the two head outside. "Bye Barry, love you!" you say, walking to the truck with Rafe where he opens the door for you. He walks around the other side and gets in. He starts the truck and pulls off.

"So where ya takin me?" you ask leaning over the center console to be closer to Rafe. "You'll see." he says looking your way. "At least gimme a hint." you plead. "You're gonna wanna take your shoes off when we get there." he says. "What?" you ask, giving him a confused look.

"Just wait we're almost there." he says while chuckling at your confused expression. Eventually Rafe parks in a secluded part of a beach. "Okay, you gotta trust me. Alright?" he says looking says pulling out a blindfold. "What are tying to do with that?" you ask raising your eyebrows at him. He laughs at your insinuation before telling you he wants to suprise you.

You let him tie it around her eyes and help you out of the truck. The two of you start walking and you almost trip again. "I told you you'd wanna take your shoes off." Rafe laughs. Eventually you both stop walking and Rafe takes your blindfold off. "What do you think?" Rafe asks as you look at the picnic he had setup for you two.

"Oh my God, I love it! How'd you know I like these?" you ask pointing to one of the snacks he laid out. "I had Barry tell me a bunch of your favorite snacks and stuff." he replies. You turn around and hug him "This is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me." you say with a smile. He smiles back at her before he tells you to sit with him.

The two of you sit side by side and watch the waves before you get an idea. You reach out and grab a chocolate covered strawberry. "Open." you tell Rafe as you go to feed it to him. He takes a bite before saying "It's really good." "Is it?" you ask before taking a bite of your own. "Oh yeah, these are mine now." you say while laughing before grabbing another and taking a bite.

Rafe laughs as he watches you. "You got something right here." he says pointing to the corner of your lip. "Do I?" you ask and he nods. "Here lemme get it" he says using his thumb to wipe it off. This gives you another idea. "You got something too lemme just..." you say as you lean in and press your lips against Rafes.

He brings his hand up to your cheek and kisses you back. The kiss is sweet and simple unlike any kiss either of them have had before. You pulls away and giggles at the sight of her lipstick on Rafes lips. "What?" he asks smiling at her. She uses her phone to show him as she continues to laugh.

He laughs as well as sees himself. "It suits you." you say. "Yeah? Then give me some more." he says moving to press another kiss to your lips. You smile into the kiss as you put your hand into his hair and give it a gentle tug. Rafe pulls back "How does it look now?" he asks. "A little smudged." you reply as you wipe it away.

The two of you continue watching the waves and enjoying the snacks Rafe had brought. Eventually the sun sets and you both lay back on the blanket. Rafe has his arm around your shoulder while you look at the stars. "Im so glad I moved here." you say. "Me too." Rafe says as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

A/n: omg they're so cute i love them. anyways hope y'all liked the fluff!!

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[ghostprince]

well it only took uh. like. 5 days. but I FINALLY got my designs for Maxie and Archie done!! I initially just meant to draw over their official art to warm up, and then... I kept drawing so I just committed to it. whoops.

I wanted to do versions of them for the headcanon setting that @brannwen and I have! Featuring some slight tweaks to their ORAS outfits ( @endiecutieo6's lovely designs inspired most of them!! <3)

Headcanon rambling and design notes under the readmore:

Story/character headcanons:

(Overall, this setting is a weird mix of ORAS and Emerald. In simple terms, it's ORAS's characterization with Emerald's plotline)

Maxie is a trans man, and gay. Archie is a cis gay man.

Maxie is from Fallarbor Town, while Archie is from Lilycove. Maxie's family is fully Hoennian, while one side of Archie's family is from Alola. (He grew up visiting Alola yearly to stay with family there. He hasn't gone back to see them in a loooong time though, especially uh. after... gestures. all the kyogre and groudon shit)

They met after they both joined the Hoenn Pokemon Rangers in their 20s, and became best friends despite their differing personalities. Their mutual interest in the environment was an easy way for them to bond, even if they had different specific focuses

The major rift between them started when Archie confessed his love to Maxie, who rejected him. (Out of fear of being outed as trans, specifically. He was also in love with Archie, but was too afraid of what would happen if Archie found out about him being trans. the answer is he wouldn't have cared, u idiot)

When Groudon and Kyogre were awoken and underwent Primal Reversion, they possessed Maxie and Archie, causing the two to try and murder each other in Sootopolis City.

After Rayquaza quelled the fighting Legendaries, Maxie and Archie were left irreversibly changed -- neither human or Pokemon, with instincts and powers of the Legendaries that "blessed" them.

They spent a handful of months avoiding each other as much as they could (outside of the Delta Episode shit happening), until Maxie couldn't stand it anymore and went to visit Archie in Lilycove. While there, they realized that oddly enough, proximity to each other seemed to curb the surges of power (and irritability) they'd both been experiencing. Maxie hypothesized that it's due to the Red and Blue Orbs being able to calm the opposite Legendaries.

Maxie ends up visiting again after that, and. well. one thing led to another and they ended up confessing their feelings for each other and deciding to merge their teams to try and do Actual Good for the region. (keyword being try. they're doing their best, man)

May is basically their unofficially adopted daughter. Both of them think they don't deserve her forgiveness (she lost her parents in the natural disasters that the Legendaries caused) but she forgives them anyway, as long as they promise to try and Be Better. (Officially/Legally, May's been adopted by Steven and Wallace, who are only letting Maxie and Archie go without legal punishment because of May. also no prison could hold two people with legendary powers lmao)

May ended up in a similar situation re: Legendary powers, as Rayquaza offered her its power (either during the climax of the ORAS plot, or during the Delta Episode, haven't decided yet) and she accepted. While she doesn't regret her decision, it has made her feel even more aliened from other kids her age. Maxie and Archie have beef with Rayquaza over this, and they're particularly protective of May because they understand the struggle of being Less Than Human now.

Maxie's team consists of Camerupt (Igneous), Crobat (Travertine), Mightyena (Obsidian), Flygon (Arkose), Torkoal (Basalt), and Claydol (Shale)

Archie's team consists of Sharpedo (Styx), Crobat (Dango), Mightyena (Fang), Lanturn (Flicker), Kingdra (Admiral), and Dhelmise (Keelhaul)

Design/Legendary powers notes:

High emotions result in their markings (the black/blue lines on Maxie, and the red lines on Archie) to appear and start glowing. Especially high emotions/surges of instinct cause their eyes to change as well. Otherwise, they just have the "base" features shown in the post-game art.

If their power/instincts are particularly high/strong, they can start to become less lucid and more feral. It usually doesn't last long, and typically the other can snap the other out of it.

They've only been in their Primal forms when Groudon and Kyogre were, and were not in control of themselves at all during it. Both of them hope they never have to go through that again.

Weather affects them, with Maxie becoming lethargic and cranky if it's raining, and Archie drying out and losing energy if the weather is particularly hot and dry

Conversely, they are much more energetic during weather that "matches" them. Maxie LOVES it when it's super hot and sunny, and Archie practically bounces off the walls when it's raining/storming

To some extent, they can control the weather. Archie's been known to summon storms if he's particularly upset about something, for example

Prior to gaining the Legendary powers, Maxie ran cold (hence the 5 zillion layers of his Magma Leader outfit) and Archie ran hot. Now, it's the opposite, with Maxie's body temperature being very warm (and he has to consciously keep it from getting too hot, or else he risks melting things he touches), and Archie's being very cold. It doesn't bother them (they barely feel it), but physical contact between the two of them feels very good nonetheless.

Maxie's Mega Glasses were broken while Groudon had control over him, so he has new glasses post-game.

Maxie's post-game outfit is semi-based on his original RSE outfit, and it's specifically made so the slits at the side allow his tail easy movement despite him wearing a coat. He also specifically avoids wearing anything with the Team Magma emblem these days.

Archie's post-game outfit is basically just his RSE outfit, though he still likes wearing his wetsuit (after modifying it to accommodate his tail), and refuses to stop wearing his bandana, even though it has the Team Aqua emblem on it.

Archie got the facial X tattoo, and start filing his teeth to be sharp, after leaving the Rangers. He did it to match with his Sharpedo, Styx.

The scars on Archie's left arm are from wrestling with Styx.

[a-killer-obsession]

Whoops, you got hit by a bus, and now you're in the world of One Piece. But not everything is quite as you remember it...

General Tags: afab reader, she/her reader pronouns, isekai, monsterfucker reader, vampire!kid, werewolf!killer, wyrm!heat, minotaur!wire, everyone has a human form, smut heavy, unhealthy relationships, dubious consent, serious violence, spoilers for Wano arc, starts pre-timeskip. There will be a lot of more intense kinks, please check AO3 for all current tags.

Chapter 5 - Greedy

Plans to dock at Sabaody are made, and Kid shows his true colours.

WC: 3.6k

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“You sure about this?” Killer asked, sitting at the round table in the navigation room, along with Heat, the two of them supervising you as you sat at a writing desk in the corner, scribing your list of what was to occur at Sabaody to prove your story. “It's not too late to tell the truth. Maybe Kid will go easy on you, chain you in the brig for a little longer for everyone to fuck before we sell you off.”

“This is the truth,” you huffed, struggling with the style of pen you'd been given, a feather tipped fountain pen like you'd often see in the anime. It was certainly a learning curve to use, leaving messy black ink stains over the page where you'd pressed too hard. “You'll see, once this day happens. I don't know if it'll be the first day we're docked though, it wasn't clear how long the Kid Pirates had been at Sabaody before the Straw Hats arrived, but I'm gonna guess it wasn't long.”

“Kid is eager to figure out how to get to the next island and get moving promptly,” Killer noted, “you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?”

“Oh, I actually do!” You replied enthusiastically, happy to have a way to prove yourself useful while you waited for the Straw Hats to arrive.

“You know how to get us to the next island?” Killer raised a brow under his mask.

“Yeah,” you replied confidently, “I do.” Killer and Heat exchanged knowing looks before Heat stood.

“I'll get Kid and Wire,” he explained, leaving Killer to babysit you while you mumbled your curses at the fountain pen, groaning as you realised you'd stained the clothes you were borrowing.

It wasn't long before you heard the telltale stomps of the captain cutting through the infirmary on the other side of the wall, before the door slammed open and the man himself entered, huffing in annoyance as he sat at the table. “Heat said the mouse has info, spit it out, I'm busy,” Kid growled.

“One second captain,” you hurried to write the last few points on your page before giving a relieved sigh, “kay, done! Who am I giving this to?”

“I'll take it,” Kid grumbled, holding out his hand for the page. You gave the ink a careful touch to check it was dry before folding it carefully, standing to cross the room and placing it in Kid's hand. He slid it into his belt for safekeeping, with the intention of putting it in his safe later. Unless you suddenly had the ability to manipulate metal, you wouldn't be able to get the note back to change it. “Sit, mouse. Intel, now.”

“Right, of course,” you mumbled, moving to sit in a empty chair before Kid made a tsk and pointed at his lap. You took the hint, sitting on his thick thigh and wriggling a little to get comfortable before his arms stabilised you. He didn't seem to be interested in fucking you right now, it more seemed like he just wanted you as an accessory, or perhaps to remind you of your place here. “How much do you all know about the next location? I'm guessing your log pose is pointing down, correct?”

Wire, who acted as navigator, gave Kid a questioning look, asking for permission, before Kid gave him an affirmative nod. “Yeah, it's pointing down,” Wire supplied, “towards the Redline, in line with Mariejois. Once we realised it was pointing down we set out for Sabaody instead, since it seems to be the closest island to what the pose wants, but I haven't figured out the next island yet.”

“The next island is Fishman Island,” you explained, “located ten thousand metres under sea level. If you can't get legal permission to pass over the Redline through Mariejois, which would require ditching the ship anyway, then you have to go under. There's a gap in the Redline near Fishman Island, that'll allow you to pass through to the New World.”

“News alert, mouse, this ain't no submarine,” Kid growled, pinching your waist and making you yelp.

“I know!” You defended with a pout, “you didn't let me finish!”

“I can assure you I always let pretty girls finish,” Kid purred, making you squeak as he suddenly licked a long stripe up your neck, tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. You smacked the arm wrapped around you, scolding him with a growl that made him laugh.

“You tryna fuck or do you want to hear what I have to say, captain?” You huffed.

“Alright, alright,” Kid conceded, “intel first, then maybe I'll fuck ya, get one last go with that tight cunt before your story falls apart on Sabaody.”

“It won't fall apart,” you mumbled, “anyway, the Victoria can make it down there, but you need to have her coated in resin. You'll see when we get close enough that Sabaody has giant bubbles coming from the ground. It isn't actually an island, it's an archipelago of giant mangroves that produce a special resin. The whole place is covered in it, but it can be used for all sorts of things. One of which is coating ships to protect the ship and crew so you can travel underwater. It's not an easy journey even with the resin, only thirty percent of ships make it through to the New World, but your crew will make it. It is expensive though, the resin coating process.”

“So how do we go about getting this resin?” Killer asked.

“You gotta find someone who specialises in coating ships, if they do it wrong the ship could be crushed under the water pressure,” you explained, “I know where you can find a good coater, but I believe you'll need to wait till after the events of my letter take place or it may come as an inconvenience. I won't spoil things too much, but you're gonna want to retain the ability to get off shore quickly until the events of my letter have passed. If you're not ready to leave when the events happen, or the ship is only half coated, then it'd be a waste of your money.”

“And how fuckin’ long is that gonna be,” Kid grumbled.

“Until the Straw Hats arrive,” you sighed, knowing he was going to hate that answer. As expected he made an annoyed tsk behind you, grumbling quiet grievances. “In the meantime, how much do you know about Sabaody?” The question was mostly directed at Wire, since you wanted to ensure the crew docked in the right place.

“Not much,” Wire admitted, “tourist destination, lawless areas, some sort of amusement park, a marine base.”

You went on to explain the way that the archipelago was split up by numbered groves, explaining what you could remember of what groves held what things. It was a good thing you had an exceptional visual memory, thinking hard about the numbered map that was shown in the anime, and the few times places had been shown with grove numbers. Most importantly you told them where the lawless areas were, so they could make plans on where to make port.

“You should avoid docking at grove twenty-seven, if possible,” you finished, “a marine admiral will be causing issues there, so perhaps it'd be best to see if there's any other docks in that area. The Straw Hats will be docking at grove fourty-one, if you want to send a lookout so you know when they're here. Be aware though, there is a group running around impersonating the Straw Hats. Actually, fun fact, one day the same group will impersonate your crew.”

“Ha!” Kid barked, “Like anyone could look as impressive as me!”

“You're not wrong,” you laughed, “they do a fucking awful job. They don't even give Killer a real mask, just a shitty hat and stripes painted on their face. It's awful. Don't even get me started on the monstrosity that was their impression of Wire.”

“I'm guessing then that this fake Straw Hat will be easy to recognize?” Wire asked.

“Just tell your lookout not to mistake him for a fat man having a midlife crisis and they'll be good,” you offered, “the real luffy is practically a child.”

“A child that took down two Warlords…” Heat mumbled.

“Hey, I didn't say he was a weak child,” you replied, “he's not at his full strength yet though, doesn't even know what haki is. Speaking of which, is there anyone here who can teach me to control mine?”

“Aye, Kil can teach you,” Kid replied, to which Killer groaned and rolled his eyes under his mask.

“Why do I have to be the one to teach her?” Killer complained. “Does she even need to know how to use it?”

“If her story proves to be true, she's more useful if she can fight,” Wire replied, “and I for one am not going to be babysitting her every battle so she doesn't get her ass served to her.”

“We'll see whether she's full of shit first though,” Kid added, “she's probably lying so she can get some dick, so you don't have to worry about it.”

“Can you all stop talking about me like I'm not here!” You shouted, “and I'm not full of shit! I may be a fangirl but that doesn't mean I'm here for just dick, I genuinely want to help this crew. You're all gonna have to be way nicer to me after all this if you want me to give you information on your future cos right now you're all acting like dickheads, maybe Trafalgar would prefer me on his crew.”

“Like Trafalgar could make you cum like we do,” Kid growled, grabbing you by the cunt and making you squeak. “Why don't ya take your clothes off and I'll remind you why you're a Kid Pirates girlie?”

“I politely decline getting fucked against a table again,” you huffed, “my tailbone still fucking hurts.”

“I'll fuck ya wherever I like, mouse,” Kid hissed.

“Then you'll be fucking your hand, you brute,” you spat, wiggling your way out of his lap, “take me to your bed or don't take me at all, I'm fragile, you ass.”

“So the mouse has a voice,” Kid laughed, “alright then, just this once little mouse, I'll give ya what ya want.”

You squeaked in surprise as Kid charged at you, grabbing you and flinging you over his shoulder. Your face was buried in his feathery coat as he smacked your ass, all of the commanders in the room openly laughing at you. “The mouse sure does like to squeak,” Wire laughed.

“I'll have her screaming in no time,” Kid smiled, “Wire, go ahead and navigate the ship to Sabaody, dock wherever the fuck it was she said to. When do you think we'll arrive?”

“Weather permitting, should make land tomorrow around noon,” Wire replied, “the others have their restock lists all ready to go.”

“Good, I have a mouse to play with then,” Kid barked, opening the door that went straight to the deck, “any trouble, tell Killer first, I'm fuckin’ busy.”

With that Kid left the room, yanking down your pants and borrowed underwear and exposing your ass to anyone who might be on the deck. You expected snickers from the crew but instead received only amused, hungry glances, or eyerolls directed at the captain. It seemed Kid debauching women in plain sight was a common occurrence here, and you wondered how long it'd be until one of the commanders fucked you on deck in full sight of everyone. The thought made your pussy clench more than you thought it would. Kid shamelessly pushed his thumb between your folds as he walked, sliding it inside you for a moment to collect your slick before using it as lubrication to rub your clit.

“Kid!” You protested, trying to squirm, but he was far stronger than you.

“Don't act like you don't like it, mouse,” he laughed, pushing two fingers inside you and making obscene squelching sounds for all to hear, “you're fucking soaked, you like seeing everyone watch you get finger fucked huh? Bet you'd love it if I tied you to the mast and let everyone have a go.” Your pussy betrayed your thoughts as you tightened around him, biting your lip to hold back a moan as you made eye contact with one of the crew, Reck you remembered his name was, and he gave you a shit eating grin that told you he wouldn't be against that idea. “Fuck, you really tightened when I said that. Be a good girl on Sabaody and maybe we'll make it happen, aye?”

“Yes please captain,” you moaned as he slid in a third finger and continued finger fucking you as he walked. The idea of being strapped to the mast and used was making you drip an embarrassing amount. You didn't think you were into exhibitionism but the last few days had certainly awoken something in you. You were sure it was Wire's shit eating grin while Kid fucked you that had done it, that one look had somehow irreversibly altered your braincells and now all you wanted was to be used and humiliated by the Kid Pirates.

“You like pussy too, mouse?” Kid asked as he made his way up the stairs, “we got a few girls here who like pussy, maybe you could show them a good time too.”

“I do, captain,” you admitted, whining as he removed his fingers to open the door to the stern castle. Your mind was spinning, which ladies aboard would take a turn with you? Oh you so hoped Quincy and Hop were interested.

“Aye, calm down mouse,” Kid laughed, giving your ass a spank, “so fuckin’ needy, I'll have ya filled up in a minute.”

Kid hurried up the last set of stairs to his room, stomping across the expanse of the dining section and throwing you on his bed. Your body bounced a few times against the mattress as he started to remove his clothes, and you quickly followed suit, your pants already gone somewhere on the deck, your used underwear now stolen by another crewmate to be used for their own pleasure later. Kid was careful to put your letter somewhere safe until you were out of the room for him to put it in his safe properly. He loomed over you as he shuffled onto the bed, pushing you onto your back. An accidental giggle escaped you in anticipation as Kid's thick cock brushed against your stomach.

“Something funny, mouse?” Kid barked, closing his hand around your neck, pushing you flush against the bed.

“N-no captain,” you moaned, Kid's other hand finding your entrance again and sliding three fingers in with ease, “fuck, sorry captain, just, excited for you to fill me.”

“Always so eager,” Kid chuffed, “I hope your story turns out to be true, such an obedient little thing, we could have so much fun with you.”

“You will, captain,” you whined as he pulled out his fingers and pushed the fat head of his cock against your entrance, “I'll be so good for you captain. You'll see.”

You both groaned as his cock slid inside you, stretching your hole wide. He filled you so well, you were ashamed to admit how much you'd missed his cock since he'd fucked you in front of the others. It felt just as good as you'd anticipated, perhaps even more so now that your tailbone wasn't being ground into a hard tabletop.

“Greedy little mouse,” Kid grunted as he thrust into you, “you prove you're not full of shit and we'll make you our permanent whore, Heat's certainly been in a better mood since you appeared. We'll keep your cunt good and full, and I'm sure my girls would enjoy riding that pretty face of yours. You like that huh? Fuck your pussy got so tight, you want my girls riding that pretty face? Squirtin’ on it? Greedy, greedy little mouse.”

“W-which girls,” you whined, you were getting hot on the idea of being squirted on but needed to know who if that thought was going to get you there.

“That keen are ya? I'm here pounding your cunt and you're thinkin’ bout pussy,” Kid laughed, giving you a particularly hard thrust that knocked the air out of you, “Quincy, Hip and Hop, sometimes Emma but she's a lil shy. You like that huh? Want my girl Quincy cumming on your face? She's a real screamer too.”

As though on cue the thought of having the tall ginger grinding on your face had you seeing stars, gushing on Kid's cock with a breathy moan. “Yer showing your true colours now, mouse,” Kid laughed, pulling his cock out and admiring the mess you'd made on his blankets, “flip over and I'll show you mine, ey?”

You eagerly rolled onto your front and shuffled to be in front of him, and he quickly resheathed himself, before grabbing at your tits and using them as grapple points to pull your torso towards him. You were essentially in his lap as he held your hips and used yours like a cocksleeve, forcing you up and down on his cock. His fangs brushed against your neck, his cock throbbing inside you as he imagined how sweet your blood would be. Pure humans, the rarity that they were, were always so very sweet. Only a faerie was better, in his opinion, though faerie blood also came along with intoxication.

Kid nipped at you neck, testing the waters, but the way you moaned and squeezed around him with each pinch of pain spurred him on further. Finally his fangs broke through your soft flesh, zeroing in on the thick vein in your neck where he could feel your pulse pounding. Your breath stopped as you felt the sharp bite and your body began to register it as an attack, before something began to warm your veins and make you feel giddy. Your body shuddered as his venom ran through you and made you pliable, his cock still pistoning in and out of you as he drank from you. He'd been holding back from feeding from you, not knowing what you were made your blood dangerous. If you had been a witch or a siren your blood would have been poison to him, but he couldn't hold himself back any longer, he was feeling too greedy, and as the sweet taste that was uniquely human flooded his tongue he knew he was right to take the risk.

He wouldn't last long like this, but then again neither would you. Your blood being human only further confirmed your claims, and if you truly weren't lying to him then he couldn't afford to accidentally drain you, you would be far more useful alive. Not to mention how wonderful it would be to have a willing feeder human aboard his ship, every vampire aimed to acquire such a familiar in their home, and with your willingness to serve his cock too you would be quite the treasure. His venom had done its job and you were now more than out of it, off in your own little world as he used your body for his own pleasure. You came, more than once, but you didn't even register it, too busy seeing stars and giggling between moans. You didn't understand why you felt high, but you were too dazed to think about it. You were too dazed to even realise he was drinking from you, another purposeful effect of the venom. You vaguely registered Kid's praises, the slide of his tongue over your neck as he closed the bite wound, the dribble of warm blood down your front before Kid swiped it with his finger and licked the digit clean.

At some point Kid finished, roaring as he unloaded inside you before leaving your twitching form laying on his bed. He wiped his bloodied mouth with the back of his hand as he watched you claw at the blankets, still shivering from aftershocks from your orgasms and his venom. “Look at you, mouse,” Kid laughed, “you're a fucking mess.”

Your head was dizzy, you thought from whatever you'd been drugged with but in reality it was from the lack of blood in your body. You should have been mad that you'd been drugged, but you felt so euphoric that you knew already you'd ask for whatever it was again in future. Your whole body felt sensitive, every little brush of the blankets against your skin made you feel like you were about to cum again, and Kid running a finger up your bare backside wasn't making it any better. He took advantage of your sensitivity, pushing your ass up so he could bury his face between your thighs. He'd barely even touched his tongue to your clit before you were gushing on it, making Kid moan as he drank from you there too. He was already imagining how sweet you'd be on your cycle, he hoped you'd be around long enough to find out. None of the other women on board menstruated, they weren't any of the species that had that sort of cycle, which was a real damn shame.

“Yer sweet down here too, Mouse,” he ran his tongue through your folds one more time before you went limp against the bedding, “sweet little mouse, such a good girl for me.”

All you could give him was a tired “mmm,” before you were lulled to sleep, still laying sideways across Kid's bed, naked, Kid's seed leaking from your cunt and your head spinning from his venom.

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Everything we haven't said yet

I have no idea where this came from, but I certainly have *Feeeeeelings* There's definitely a part two, I just haven't gotten there. Will take any and all suggestions though.

Summary: A night in with roommate Arber Xhekaj is full of sexual tension and things heat up when your boyfriend Kaiden Guhle gets home

Word count: 4.5K (this got super long...whoops)

CW: basically just pure filth in the second half. Unprotected sex but it’s safe & consensual. Maybe infidelity if you squint

Pairing: Female reader/Kaiden Guhle/Arber Xhekaj

So, you've been with Kaiden Guhle for years, coming up in the WHL. The two of you are a unit - solid in your relationship, but lately things have been feeling stale. Maybe it's that he's in the NHL and you're in school and you're not making as much time for each other, or maybe things have just become monotonous. You've discussed this a bit, treading lightly, and you both agree you want to shake/spice things up, but you're not sure what. Maybe in the off season you'll get a better chance. Enter Arber Xhekaj. You literally run into him one day while you're on your phone heading to meet Kaiden. You mutter something about him being a tree of a man. He looks at you weird and you're kind of taken aback by his face. Unconventionally handsome, he automatically draws you in.

Kaiden appears behind him and smiles "great, you've met." He explains that Arber is going to be living with you for a bit since he's not sure if he's staying up in the NHL or not. You and Arber end up spending time together in the mornings as Kaiden is an early riser and you and Arber are NOT. You make coffee for each other depending on who is up first. Unlike his play on the ice, he's actually really sweet in person. You're both also nighthawks and you like the same tv shows and movies so Kaiden will sometimes head to bed early and the two of you will stay up talking.

Kaiden is happy that the two of you are getting along, and the three of you often hang out together. You go out for dinner as a group or all go grocery shopping. Arber is really respectful of your relationship with Kaiden, giving the two of you space when you want to have a date night, but he is also just a very affectionate guy, touches your back when he opens a door, curls up on the couch and lets you put your legs up on his lap.

It's been nice having him around, kinda taking the stress off of thinking about your relationship. One night Arber comes home and he's all cut up. Got into a nasty fight. Kaiden has family in town and he's out late with them. You had to study tonight so you bailed on dinner with them. You take one look at Arber and go to the freezer, take out an ice pack and get a tea towel to wrap it up in, leaving it on the counter for him. You head to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, make the coffee (putting just cream in because you know that's how he likes it). He's sitting at the kitchen table, hands ready, and you clean and bandage all his cuts. All of this is done wordlessly, just the hum of the fridge running in the background.

You used to do this all the time for Kaiden when he was in the WHL. He got in way more scraps then. You'd always finish with taking his hands and giving them a kiss, and as you bring Arber's hands down from you mouth, you realized what you've just done. The both of you stare at each other for seconds that feel like hours. He swallows hard and sticks out his chin, a challenging look on his face. "You gonna do that to this one too?" he asks, finally letting go of your hands and bringing one up to his cheek. You match his glare and lean over the table and kiss his cheek lightly over a bruised cut at the top of his cheekbone. He breathes in sharply, you don't know if it's from the kiss, or the buise, or both.

You both sit there, silently staring at your coffee. You finally look up at him, searching, looking for the next move. Who's going to speak first. "What?" he says, grinning sheepishly, like he didn't just ask you to kiss him. "Your face" you say, not sure why, not sure about where this is going. Not sure you want it to be going anywhere. "What about it" he asks, sort of bashfully, looking down. "It's nice” you say, at a loss for words. Really just saying exactly what you're thinking. This moment feels awkward, but honest. He blushes, actually blushes, and sips his coffee. His giant hands pretty much wrap around the whole mug. You can't believe this big bully is just sitting there, blushing like a child.

This is nothing new to you though, this dichotomy. Kaiden plays a really smart, understated game. He's so even keel in real life, but in the bedroom, and if he needs to on the ice, he's a dominating presence. He's aggressive and punishing and intense and you love it. When you see him fight, it gets you so hot and he knows it and always comes home ready to go.

He leaves bruises and bitemarks and you've had to come up with some creative ways to cover up over the years. Things are still passionate between the two of you, that's never a problem, but you both agree something has been missing. You've become complacent.

You've never thought about bringing someone else into your relationship, but Arber already feels like a part of it. An exciting part, something you've maybe been looking for.

You and Arber both start to speak at once and do the "no, you first" dance and eventually you both laugh and some of the tension dissipates. There's still a low level current running, but the surface is calm. "TV?" you suggest, and he nods, grabbing his coffee mug and holding his ice pack to his face. "Whatever you want" he says, and you throw on The Office, which you've both seen a hundred times and feels safe. You grab your coffee mug and make a few trips, dragging your books over to the couch, and make a nest of blankets and pillows. He sits down on the other end of the couch and waits for you to put your legs up on his lap, as usual. The moment heightens again but you put your feet up. He lays an arm across them, hand falling over the top of your ankle. God, his hands are so big.

The both of you settle in and the show lulls you into its story, even though you're still copying notes and Arber is on his phone. About halfway into the first episode, you realize that his thumb is drawing circles over the bony lump on the inside of your ankle and you wonder if he's always done that, or if this is new. Are you only noticing it now because of what happened earlier?

The episode ends and the next one starts. You put your notes away and shuffle around to get comfortable lying down. You move your feet on Arber's lap and he inhales sharply through his teeth and grips your ankle tightly and you go to look over at him questioningly until you realize that your foot has rubbed up against his dick. His boner to be precise. You freeze and he adjusts his position, letting go of your ankle, and you whisper "sorry" at him and he responds with "it's okay" and it's so deep and husky and he coughs and clears his throat and neither of you can look each other in the eye. You both intensely focus on the tv until your heart rate levels and he puts his hand back on your foot, this time lightly massaging inside the arch. God, his hands are good. You wonder what else they'd be good at.

You start to feel guilty sitting there, curled up on the couch with your partner's closest friend and teammate (who's sporting a rock hard dick) running his thumb up and down the arch of your foot, and you're definitely turned on.

You realize you've been feeling these vibes from Arber for a while. Every time you spend time together it's a balance of complete comfort and safety, and also a dangerous edge of attraction. You still call him tree-man from your first interaction and he calls you weird girl, but it's affectionate. You speak about books and things you've read online that Kaiden would never be interested in. He's opened up a whole other side of your personality that no one in hockey would be interested in. He's surprisingly cultured.

You need Kaiden to come home soon or you feel like you'll just be riding this tension forever. The next episode starts and neither of you makes a move to stop it.

Finally about halfway through the next episode, Kaiden come in the door and you both visibly relax. Your shoulders lower and Arber rocks his head back and forth, stretching his neck. Kaiden asks you for some help with the leftovers he's brought home from the restaurant and you get up (raising your feet off Arber's lap with little contact and absolutely no eye contact) and walk over peeking in the boxes "any dessert?" you ask. "Of course baby, there's a cheesecake in there for you." "mmm my favourite" you reply and wait for him to throw his backpack down and put your arms around his neck. He comes in for a quick kiss, but you pull him back in and deepen it. You need something, anything to ease this tension. He makes a surprised sound in his throat as you suck on his bottom lip (which you know drives him crazy) and he puts his arms around your lower back and pulls you in tighter.

It's not weird, per se, for you to make out in front of Arber, but this feels charged. After a quick but heated kiss, Kaiden trails down your neck and bites lightly and you open your eyes and see Arber staring at you. You maintain eye contact as Kaiden hits a sweet spot right above your collarbone and you cry out and Arber swallows and his jaw tenses. He coughs lightly and Kaiden looks up. "Oh sorry buddy, didn't see you there" he says, oblivious to what is occurring between the two of you. "All good bud, I'm just heading out to meet Slaf for a bit, catch you later" you notice he's adjusted himself again as he stands up. He walks away and you stare at his back. You are pretty sure he's aware of your gaze, but you can't stop watching as he walks away. He doesn't look back as he grabs his keys and jacket on his way out.

The door closes and you drag your gaze back to Kaiden, who has taken out a spoon for the cheesecake and has helped himself to a bit. "Hey, that's mine!" you say as you try to grab the spoon before he puts it in his mouth, but he is far too tall for this to be anything more than a failed attempt. You do manage to grab his arm so he half misses his mouth and smears his cheek with cheesecake. "Hah" you say "that's what you get for trying to steal my cheesecake" and you smile. "oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?" he asks, smiling cheekily and you reach up and pull his face down closer to yours and you drag your tongue up the side of his face, somewhat licking the cheesecake off him, but mostly smearing it further.

He locks eyes with you and your shudder as he says "you better clean that up" in a deep, authoritative voice. You tilt his head to a better angle and gently lick, removing all the cheesecake from his face, take the spoon from his hand and scoop a huge piece from the container into your mouth and moan in approval "mmm delicious" you say wiggling your eyebrows at him.

Kaiden moves in on you and takes the spoon from your hand and lays it on the counter. He crowds you until he pushes you up against the island in the kitchen, arms on either side of you. "You're feisty today. I didn't even get in a fight." You laugh, knowing you'll have to tell him about the tension with Arber but wanting to pick the right moment. Right now, you don't think you could form more words than "want" and "need." Kaiden leans in and his lips graze the shell of your ear. "I don't know what's gotten you all worked up baby, but I can take care of it" he says, biting down your neck again. You just groan and say "please."

"What do you need, baby?" he asks, his hands sliding up your sides and under your sweater. He finds your breasts and this thumbs skim over your nipples over your bra. You let out a whimper and he repeats himself "tell me what you need, baby." You swallow hard and look up into his eyes. "You. I...I need you." He pulls your sweater over your head, leaving you in your bra in the middle of the kitchen. "How do you want me" he asks. You gaze into his eyes, he's so intense during sex, and you love how you completely lose control under him.

You're a pretty competent woman on your own, and your relationship is pretty balanced but in the bedroom you lose all control. He takes over. You tell him what you want and he does it. "Hard and fast" you say, losing yourself in this intense eye contact. He nods and grabs the back of your thighs as you put your arms around his neck and he lifts you onto the counter.

You go to wrap your legs around his waist, but he pulls your legs open and says "patience baby." You let out a sigh on a moan and let go of his neck, bracing your arms behind you and spreading your legs. He leans in and whispers "let's get rid of these now" and a needy moan escapes you. You lift your hips up and he peels off your leggings, still not breaking eye contact. He runs a hand up your leg, and when he gets to your panties, he stops and looks down. "Jesus, baby, you're soaked already" and you just nod and say "need you."

He rubs you through the wet fabric and a throaty moan escapes your lips with his name. "Let’s take care of this for you" he says, kissing down your neck. He moves your hand to your underwear and says "play with yourself while I get undressed. I want to watch you" and your face heats up. You love being watched by him.

His gaze burns into you as he unbuttons his top, pulls it out of his pants, and unbuckles his belt. You slip your hand into your panties and groan at the wetness down there. You've been wet for hours, since you discovered Arber's hard-on, and you can't wait to finally get a release. You take a few deep breaths as Kaiden sheds his pants and walks towards you, boxers starting to tent in the front. You go to wrap your legs around him again, but he still pushes them apart. "No baby, I want to taste you" and he slides his hands down your sides and you lower to your elbows. He peels off your panties and tosses them behind him. He breathes deep as he takes you in, spread before him.

"Kaiden, please" you moan. You feel like you've been turned on for hours and don't know how much longer you can last. He moves his face between your legs and his breath on your centre makes you shiver. He kisses the outside of your thighs and you squirm needing action. A long, high pitched moan comes out of your mouth. He laughs and his breath tickles your pussy and before he can react, he dives in. Tongue in your folds fingers spreading you apart, no hesitation. "Yesss" you exhale, finally getting what you crave. "Mmmm baby you taste so good" he moans into you and you arch into it, feeling a bit of relief. He expertly navigates you, like a car he's read the manual for in detail. This is where the strength of your relationship lies. You know each other so well, there's not need for direction.

Maybe what you're looking for is the surprise. Every time Arber reacted to you today was new and exciting. How different his hands felt than Kaiden's. How his face was a bit scratchier than Kaiden's because of the stubble. The thrill you felt when you accidentally brushed up against him when he was hard on the couch, how tightly he gripped your ankle. All of it new and exciting. Maybe you could have that again.

You groan as Kaiden puts a finger inside you and twists it to the spot you both know is going to get you there fast. His tongue still teases your clit and you're really not going to last long. Your breath is coming in quick and you're mumbling incoherently, mostly just saying "Kaiden" and "baby" and "yes" and he hums in appreciation and curls his fingers in exactly the right place and the combination of the vibrations and him hitting the spot makes you yell out. It's almost guttural, you don't think you've ever moaned like that before. You've just been on such a low grade turn on all evening that this release feels spectacularly good. Kaiden kisses your thighs as you ride his fingers and come down.

He looks at you sort of quizzically. He's never heard you make that particular noise either. You take his face in your hands and just say "so good to me, baby" and you hold each other's gaze for the next few minutes.

He leans down to kiss you gently. It's restrained, you can tell. He wants more, but knows that this is your moment...for now. "Be right back" he says, a deep husk to his voice.

He's so understatedly strong. Lean, muscular. You watch him walk away, still half orgasm drunk, appreciating all the muscles on his back and legs. And of course, his ass. The material on his boxes is being pulled by his erection, and it perfectly highlights his round ass.

He comes back with a warm, wet face cloth to clean you up, kissing your legs while he does. You gather your clothes scattered in the kitchen and walk to the bedroom. You look over your shoulder and see him staring at you, dark promise behind his eyes. "You coming baby?" you ask. "I mean, I hope so, you already have" you giggle and he stalks towards you. You playfully run to the room and throw your clothes aside, only beating him there by seconds.

He grabs you from behind and pulls you into him, one hand over your stomach and the other sliding up to your neck. "Mmmm" he moans into your ear "so naughty tonight, getting eaten out right there in the kitchen." You feel so relaxed now, one orgasm in, and you press yourself back against him. "What are you gonna do about it? you ask, slowly grinding your ass against him. "I think" he says, grabbing your hips and pushing you towards the bed. "I’m going to take you from behind." He slides an arm up your back and shoves you down.

You go, willingly, crawling onto the bed, and you feel him follow behind you. You feel all charged up again, ready for round two.

"God, you're so hot like this" he says, running a hand up your back, the other one grabs your ass and slides a thumb between your two, round cheeks. You arch your back and lean into him, already over this teasing and just wanting to go again. "Mmm so needy for me, aren't you baby." You feel his hand leave your ass and you wait for the slap you know is coming. It connects with a hard CLAP and you moan, pressing further back. "So fucking naughty baby. God you love it, don't you" he says running his hand over the stinging surface, but you know another one is coming.

He connects again, harder this time, and you grip the sheets as the sting wears down. This time he brings his mouth up to soothe you. His hot tongue, tracing the round of your ass. Soft, warm comfort.

"Kaiden, baby, please" you cry. You're already soaking again. You're feeling insatiable tonight, but you know he'll take care of you.

"What do you want, baby? Tell me how you want it."

"Like this" you say "hard, fast, make me cum like this" you say, feeling him move around.

You stopped using condoms a while ago. You're on birth control and you had both been tested. You trust each other. The first night Kaiden came inside you, it was intense. He came so fast and so hard and just stared at your pussy afterwards - watching his release leak out from you.

He surprises you by pushing your legs further apart and you groan as he runs a finger along your folds, pouring himself over your body. "So wet again, did I not satisfy you the first time?" he asks and you can hear his grin. He knows full well how loud you moaned as you came on the kitchen island. "So good, baby, want more." He circles your clit lightly and you feel yourself light up. You tense all over and he runs a hand down your back "Shhh, baby, I'm gonna make you feel so good" he says as he guides himself inside you.

He slides inside you slowly, but you know he won't be taking his time for much longer. He stops when he's fully inside you, pushing you forward so you feel his full length. His dick isn't particularly thick, it's just very long. Fills you up completely. As he pushes your hips forward, you moan, grabbing a pillow to bury your face in it.

"You ready baby? You said hard and fast, you still want it?" You nod into the pillow, but he doesn't move. "Tell me. Tell me you want it" he says, his grip tightening on your hips. You moan loudly. "Use our words" you can feel the restraint in his voice, he's ready to lose it and you can't wait anymore. "Yes, baby, fuck me, please. Hard. I'm" you swallow hard, anticipating what's to come "I'm ready." You barely finish saying it before he's fully pulled out of you and slamming back in.

Hard thrusts inside you bring out a guttural moan from your lips. "That's right, baby. You love it. You love it when I fuck you hard from behind, don't you. You love taking all this dick like a good little girl." Your eyes roll back. He knows how much you love being called a good girl. It used to embarrass you, but with Kaiden, you know he loves talking to you like this.

The room is silent, all you hear is your body, slapping against his. He thrusts inside a few more times, and then stops, buried deep and groans loudly. "Fuck' he drags the sound out. "So fucking tight." He leans over your back and bites your neck. "Is this what you needed baby? Is this what you want?" "Yes" you exhale deeply.

"God, you're so fucking hot like this, taking me so rough" he starts bucking into you again, somehow even harder than before, your whole body moving with the impact. He's still poured over you, but he's so tall, his body is so long, that he can still take you like this. It's like the two of you are connected, moving as one.

He raises himself up again, running a hand up your back and grabbing a handful of your hair. You arch back into it, letting him control, somehow finding a deeper angle. "Kaiden" you moan.

He's found a hard, punishing rhythm now, and you lean into it, backing into him as hard as he's giving it to you. He groans with a few thrusts, appreciating your effort.

He lets go of your hair and your face falls back into the pillow. You can feel him losing his grip of control. He's not going to last much longer.

His angle adjusts again and then you feel his palm connect with your backside again. Not as hard as before, he can't get that great an angle like this, but it still stings. You cry out "yes, Kaiden, yes, just like that."

"You close baby?" he asks, barely disguising how close he's getting. His voice is deep and rough, and you can hear his breathing speeding up. "Yes, please, touch me" you say, breathlessly and his fingers find your clit immediately.

Somehow his touch is soft, even though he's pounding into you. He strokes softly, if not incredibly accurately, but this is like a game of Russian roulette. You never know when he's going to hit the spot that's like fireworks inside you. He's come close a few times and you're clenching so hard around him, you feel his grip on your hip tighten as he hits the spot at the right time and you feel a snap inside.

He groans as you grip him tightly and you can feel him start to release inside you, quick uncontrolled thrusts as he cries out your name, still stroking you through orgasm. The two of you wind together, slowing your pace, taking and giving everything you have. He pours himself over you, breathing heavily in your ear.

"Sorry, I'll move in a second" he says between breaths. "S'ok, I like it" you say, relishing in his weight on top of you. He does eventually move, bringing you another warm cloth to clean up, and takes care of himself too.

The two of you go through the motions of getting ready for bed. He pulls you close under the covers and you fall asleep pressed up against his chest, his heartbeat a calming rhythm.

Your eyes suddenly open and it's pitch dark. You're not sure what's woken you up until you hear the front door close. Arber is home.

You have this strange urge to go out there and see him. Touch his face, run your hands over his chest. Kiss him. And do what then? You meant to talk to Kaiden about it, after, but he really wore you out tonight, and you were pretty exhausted from all the tension.

You lie in bed, listening to Arber move around, open the fridge, he's probably going through your leftovers now. You smile, just knowing he's there. Safe. With you and Kaiden. You fall back asleep and dream about him coming into the room and falling asleep with you and Kaiden. The three of you. Part two coming..?

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forever — jeon wonwoo | 855 words | fluff

another drunk!wonwoo fic because he's adorable.

gender neutral reader. warnings: wonwoo is under the influence of alcohol.

"wonwoo," you say, stretching your boyfriend's name out. "i have two left feet."

wonwoo's currently looking at you like the only thing he wants in the world is for you to dance with him.

"it's okay, baby, you're with me," he says, the soft grin on his face far too happy for a ballroom waltz, or whatever slow type of dancing he expects you to do. you wonder how many flutes of champagne he managed to down without you seeing. you also wonder which one of his friends you're going to have to kill.

"wonwoo," you try again. it's not that you don't like dancing; it's just that you're average at it. and compared to wonwoo? you'd much rather just watch him dance.

the pout you get in return completely breaks whatever's left of your will. so what if you can't dance? doesn't your boyfriend let you style his hair however you want when he's done showering? doesn't he listen to you talk about your favourite shows even if he has work that needs to be done? doesn't he make time to go to the cat cafe with you once a month so you can semi-fulfill your dream of owning a cat? there's no reason to deny him this, especially when it's something as harmless as a dance.

you let wonwoo lead you out to a space on the floor which is thankfully not the centre of the room. wonwoo clasps his hand at your waist, the other gripping your hand. you rest a hand on his shoulder and twine your fingers together. he must be really smashed if he's the one who wants to dance with you in the middle of a crowd.

the music is a piece you don't know the name of, but it does sound familiar. you think you've heard woozi play it when you hung out with the boys a long time back. you let it guide you, somehow managing not to trip on your feet or stomp on wonwoo's toes or bump into any of the other couples.

but you realize wonwoo's passion for dancing has evaporated rather quickly when you're left with a tired boyfriend in your arms, resting his head against yours and swaying to the music more than actually dancing. now this is something you can get behind. you loop your arms around his waist and lean up to kiss his jaw.

"i love you," wonwoo says, apropos of nothing.

"i love you too, baby," you say. wonwoo lifts his head from yours to look you in the eyes, and you marvel, not for the first time, how lovely they look under those glasses he always wears. you're engaged in a staring competition, almost, when a loud whoop from the middle of the floor startles you.

minghao and his now-spouse have just finished dancing, and vernon has taken the chance to pop open the cork of a large bottle of champagne rather magnificently.

wonwoo is sleepy. you can somewhat feel his tiredness, so you grip him a bit tighter to make sure he doesn't fall.

"don't you think we should go congratulate them? once more?"

"mm," wonwoo murmurs. "just— just a minute."

"of course."

you can almost see the jigsaw pieces fitting together in wonwoo's alcohol dulled brain as he tries to say something, so you straighten his suit and adjust his glasses as he takes his time.

"one day," he says, so softly that you have to strain to hear his voice, "we're going to be them. i'm going to marry you. we'll move to an even bigger place, get a cat, and live every day of our lives together."

you don't say anything, but that's because you're unable to. it's not that wonwoo's not vulnerable with you — he very much is, just on quieter days. it's the fact that he always seeks you out when he's at his most vulnerable, especially now, when he's drunk. his love for you is written so plainly on his face and in those wonderful eyes of his that no words will suffice to convey just how much you love him.

"what," wonwoo asks when you haven't said anything for a while. he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. "i want to. don't you?"

you hate the uncertainty in his voice. "of course i do, baby," you say, finding yours. "i want to marry you, too."

"good. so..." wonwoo lets out a little giggle that melts your heart. "we're engaged now?"

you look around at your friends and the many strangers gathered here tonight, all oblivious to what is going to change in your life. they probably think you need to get a room given the fact that it's minghao's wedding, not yours. but it will be yours one day.

the thought makes you smile. "i guess. i mean, yes. yes, we are."

"obviously, i'm going to propose to you with a ring and a proper everything and the best night ever, but for now..."

"this is enough," you complete, pressing a last kiss to wonwoo's lips before you'll be unable to stop kissing him. "more than enough."

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Serendipity - Ch. 13

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Druitt POV 

*2 weeks later*

I was in catering with Bi and Jade right before Raw started tonight. We had just sat down near a table with our food.

Jade sighed as she sat down "I can't wait for this break we are about to get, I need some rest"

"Girl same" I agreed "I haven't seen my bed in what feels like forever"

"Once we get this break, Tez and I taking the kids on a little vacation" Bianca said as she scooped up some of her food.

"Ooh a vacation sounds bout nice" I nodded as I agreed with Jade. 

We continued our conversation as we ate. After we were done we all walked out. I checked my phone seeing it was almost time for the show to start.

"I'm bout to go to find Jey before the show starts, I'll catch up with y'all in a bit"

They nodded their heads and went the other direction, while I went to look for Jey.

After a few minutes I finally found him in his dressing room.

He looked up from his phone as I came in "Hey beautiful"

"Hey main event" He stood up and engulf in a hug, giving me a peck on the lips. 

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing, me and the girls were talking about this break coming up for us, and plans we're making"

"What you got planned?"

"Nothing really"

"Good," he nodded "I wanted to ask you if wanted to come down to Atlanta, I really want you to meet my mom and son" he said in a nervous tone.

I was shocked myself, my eyes slightly widen "Do you think it's the right time?"

"I do, I know we haven't been dating for long, but I see a future with us"

I blushed when he said that "Well in that case, I would love to meet them" I smiled at him as he smiled right back at me. 

"Why don't you fly back with me tomorrow, Joe lending me his jet while he's out"

"Ooh ok, that sounds good to me" 

"Bet, I'll see you after the show," he pulled me into another kiss, his hand gripping my backside "don't have me waiting for long"

"I won't, see you later Main Event" I pecked his lips again before walking out.

Jey POV

I had just got done with my match for the night, which was the main event. I walked into my dressing room and quickly freshened up. I grabbed my things and walked out starting the search for Druitt.

I've eventually found her talking to Bianca and Tez. I walked up next to her as she let out a laugh.

"What's up uce" Tez said and we dapped up. 

"Nothing much man, tired as hell tho" He nodded in agreement. 

"Yeah I feel that, we bout to head out ourselves"

"We need to link up later uce, whoop yo ass in some games" 

"Oh please, I whooped your ass in madden last time" he laughed "I'll take you up on your offer"

I nodded, and turned towards Dru, as her and Bianca said their goodbyes. 

"You ready to go love" 

"Yes I'm ready" I grabbed both her's and my stuff as we walked out to my rental car. The drive to the hotel was short, and we made it up to the room fairly quick. We both took quick showers, and spent the rest of the night cuddled up together til we both fell asleep. 

*The next morning*

After waking up, getting ready, and quickly grabbing breakfast we were finally on the jet heading back to Atlanta. 

"This jet is super nice, I've never flown in one before"

"Well get used to it, going to be plenty more of where this came from" I grabbed her hands, pulling her into my lap. "How you feeling?"

"I am excited but nervous," she sighed as she leaned back into me "do you think they will like me?"

"I don't think they will like you, I know they will love you" I kissed the top of her head as she relaxed a little more. 

We spent the flight watching a couple movies and snacking. We landed a few hours later, making our way to a driver that will drive us to my house. 

Druitt POV

After about an hour drive we finally arrived to Josh house

I was amazed at how beautiful it was. "Jey your house is incredible"

"Thank you, I really credit my mother on taking care of things when I'm on the road"

He grabbed both of our bags as we walked up to his beautiful front entrance. Once he opened the door the inside took my breathe away. The inside was just as gorgeous as the outside. 

"No fair, your house is way more gorgeous than mine" I couldn't help but to pan around to the living, and office, Jey laughing behind me.

"Your house is dope to" suddenly noise came from the kitchen area. 

"Joshua is that you?" Soon a beautiful woman walks out the kitchen with a towel in hand. Based on resemblance I recognized her as Jey's mother. She came over and gave Jey a big hug then turned to me with a smile "Hi, I didn't know you were bringing a friend home, I'm Talisua, how are you beautiful?"

"I'm good, I'm Druitt, but you can call me Dru, it is nice to meet you" I smiled as she brought me into a hug.

"It is very nice to meet you, are you hungry? I just finished cooking" She grabbed my hand and brought me to the kitchen, which was just as beautiful as the front area of the house. I looked back at Jey as he smiled.

"Ima take our things upstairs" he stated before venturing up the steps, leaving me with him mom. 

"So you wrestle as well?" she asked as she started fixing me a plate.

"I do, I've been wrestling since I was 18 fresh out of high school, I'm the current champion"

"Oh, congratulations!" She set the plate in front of me and suddenly I was really hungry. 

"Thank you" I said a quick prayer and started eating, I closed my eyes once I took a bite and moaned "Ms. Talisua this is really good"

"Oh please, you can call me Mama T, I have a feeling you'll be around for a long time" My eyes widen at her statement, as she laughed "I know you guys are dating, you seem like a sweet girl, I like you" I blushed and looked down.

"Thank you I appreciate it" I smiled, then that's when Jey walked in with his son right behind me. 

"What y'all in here talking about" he came and sat right next to me at the island, stealing a scoop of my food.

"Hey! This is mine, get your own" I slid my plate away from him as he smacked his teeth. 

"Oh like we don't share all the time" 

"Not when it's your mother food, this is way too good to share"

"Mom can I get a plate?" Talisua was cleaning up with her back turned towards us.

"Make your own plate" Jey let out a dramatic gasp.

"You fixed hers and not mine," He looked between the both of us with his eye brow scrunched together "I see that you stole my mom from me just that quick" he shook his head. "By the way this is Jeyce, Jeyce this is dad's friend Ms. Druitt"

"Hey what's up" I let out a small laugh.

"Hey little dude, heard you like call of duty, I beat your dad at it"

"That was only one time" I shook my head. 

"Yeah one time, then a time before that, and a time before that" 

Jeyce began laughing "ok bet, we should play it while y'all are here"

"Just set it up and let me know" I nodded, everyone sat down and enjoyed dinner together. Afterwards I helped Mama T clean up, and followed Jey upstairs to his bedroom. I did my night routine and clothes and took a quick shower. 

Once I was done I headed back into the room, seeing Jey already in bed with a movie paused waiting for me. I laid down beside him and cuddled up, wrapping his arms around me. 

"So how was it meeting my mom" He rubbed small circles on my hips.

"It wasn't bad, she said she liked me"

"I told you she would, Jeyce likes you already to" making me smile a little.

"I'm glad, I was nervous they wouldn't but it all worked out" I admitted, feeling the weight come off me.

"like I knew it would" he kissed the top of my head and laid back more. We watched a couple movies til we called it a night.

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Colorless, Cold

*materializes into existence* Heyo, haven't been here in a while :3 Hope you're doing well! Glad to see you around, Asbod. I do have an idea to share: something happens that doesn't affect the Sides much, except it affects Remus A LOT. Not for the better. There are changes in his behavior, the way he speaks, how often he actually hangs out with anyone (even Roman & Janus). Roman is very worried. The Others are starting to get concerned. They're confused about what could've affected Remus so much. Roman finds out why and what happened first, because of course he does, and realizes how badly Remus has been hurting (and trying to hide it). Possible comfort ending with cleared up confusion and massive reassurance for Remus? Cuddle pile, maybe. Wow, that got long, whoops! Sorry that. No pressure to write this, ofc (/gen)! Just wanted to share. Do what you will with this. Take care :D – oatmealdaydreams

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Word Count: 3177

One of the harsh realities of doing creative work is that you will face comment, critique, criticism. Remus suffers in the aftermath of something that wasn't supposed to be his to hold.

The shores of the Imagination vary wildly depending on what coast meets the edge of the Great Sea. Some are rocky, sheer cliff sides that drop off into staggering depths the moment the icy cold waters crash against the black stone. Others are tranquil beaches, azure waves washing gently over sand full of little critters, seashells, and buffed glass. Others still turn into the mouths of rivers cutting across the vast continent, grass blowing in the sea breeze as the fish teem just around the bend.

Roman settles himself in one such place, a small basket next to him as he reaches into the crystal clear water. Several stones line the riverbed here, perfect for building little castles and decorating the caves of the tassel-flies further up into the forest. He's just begun to reach into the next dip when there's a sudden school of fish darting by. He jerks his hand out, frowning, looking out to see a massive shadow approaching the shore. He stands and dusts off his pants.

"Ollie?"

The Kraken's head raises up out of the water, slick pouring off the sides of his arms as he burbles. Roman's eyes widen. The Kraken's skin is nearly black, far from the healthy grayish green it's supposed to be, cracked and pained as it slumps in the shallows. He abandons the basket and dashes over, falling to his knees.

"Oh, god—oh, Ollie, what happened to you? How long ago did this start?"

The Kraken burbles again. Roman carefully reaches out, setting his hand on a nearby arm. He nearly yanks his hand back at the sheer heat pouring off the heaving skin, the poor thing nearly whimpering as the cold water laps at his arms. Roman muffles a curse, reaching into his pocket for the emergency salve.

"I don't know how much this will do," he says as he smears it over a rag and starts trying to clean the wounds, "but I hope it helps a little bit."

Oliver settles a little under Roman's careful attention, the blackness slowly receding from the worst of the wounds. As he works, small chirps and whistles draw his attention.

"You said it started about a month ago? Okay, did it come on all at once, or…?" The Kraken's arm twitches. "No? Okay. How soon did it get like this?"

One of the arms closest to him flops up and down.

"Yesterday? Oh, you poor thing…okay, it's gonna be okay, I'm right here, I'm gonna help. You just try—try and stay calm for me, okay? It's gonna be harder if you're moving around a lot. I know it hurts, I'm sorry."

Oliver does his best, but there's only so much Roman can do as a tiny human next to a terribly injured Kraken. He manages to get as much of the above-water wounds as he can, murmuring reassurances as he goes, but it's not nearly as much as he'd like to just help Ollie stop hurting. But Ollie seems to appreciate it all the same, carefully nudging Roman with a less-injured arm when he's done.

"Oh, it's okay, buddy, I'm happy to help." He puts the now nearly-empty tin in his pocket and sits on the grass. "Can you tell me what happened?"

Oliver lowers himself into the water, burbling lowly. Small bubbles show up around the outer edges of his arms as they move back and forth in the water. Roman listens, a small frown forming on his face as Oliver describes the weird grayness that spread slowly through the water and burned when he tried to swim through it. It explains why he's all the way over on Roman's side; if he was forced out of the waters he frequents…wait.

Wait.

"Ollie, why didn't you try going to Remus?"

At the mention of his brother, the Kraken lets out a truly mournful howl. Roman's chest grows icy cold. He stands up slowly.

"Ollie, what's happened to Remus?"

***

Remus curls up into a ball. The pain won't stop. His hands shake even pinned between his knees and his chest, sobs choked out through partially crushed lungs. He squeezes his eyes shut and shoves his head under his pillow.

It's been getting worse. He knew it was going to be this bad and yet he did it anyway. Why? Because he's a damn masochist, apparently, and a glutton for punishment to boot. A whimper squeezes its way into the small space just in front of his lips and he pinches them shut, shoving his face deeper into the mattress.

It's not supposed to be scary, he chants over and over, it's not supposed to be scary, it's not supposed to be scary.

He bets anyone—any one of the Sides that if they had their core selves ripped out through their throats and stomped on by someone wearing boots covered in nails not to be afraid. He dares them. He dares them.

Roman was the only one who could understand, Roman was always the only one who understood how fucking terrifying it was to have someone look at something you made when you know they aren't going to look at it properly. When it's just going to turn into numbers in their eyes or something they smile pithily at before changing the topic to something they think is actually worthwhile. But to have someone actually take the time to try and condescend why they don't think it's important?

It takes a certain type of person to be so cruel.

Remus should know. He's the cruel one of the Sides, at least he's supposed to be. And as such, wouldn't you think he'd know when things go too far? When there are things said and done that even he would balk at? Just because he has a reputation for ruining things doesn't mean that he likes to be torn to shreds for a laughing audience!

And he doesn't ruin things on purpose! That's not what he does! He just—he just pushes them a little further to see what they could become. That's what Creativity does, it pushes the boundaries of something that is safe, is known, just to the edge of disturbing because that's what you do. Things you make are not meant to just sit there, nor are they supposed to be empty. He isn't supposed to be empty, lifeless, hurting for something to come from nothing when all they want is for him to be—to be—

He lets out another whimper. The pain rockets through his chest again, leaving him panting and shaking underneath his cocoon of blankets. There's a pit in his stomach that won't go away and if he had any strength at all, anything he could do but lie here like the pathetic mess he's become, he'd be running straight to the Imagination and—and—and just making something. Art didn't have to be good, it didn't have to be perfect, it just had to be and that was all that matters, if you got something out of making it, and he does, he does get something out of making his things, he does, he wants—he wants—

A low howl rings in the back of his ears.

He reaches out to take hold of the bedspread and suddenly he's falling through clouds.

Panic quickly turns to terror as he pinwheels through the sky, aching limbs stripped by air whistling past his ears. A choked scream bubbles up in his throat and he's turning, turning, turning, frantically trying to get his screaming hands to make something, anything—

Another piercing cry rings out and he turns just in time to see the blur of red approaching from the clouds. He opens his mouth to scream anew when he catches sight of the golden scales. Roman's dragon catches him in her claw, wrapping talons the size of his leg around his torso and swiftly banking toward the coastline. The rush of the scenery twists and turns his stomach and he closes his eyes again, trying not to sob.

"Remus! Remus!"

Is that…Roman? The air suddenly warms, no longer pressing against his chest like it's trying to break his ribs. He opens his eyes as the dragon turns, wings flapping as she comes in for a landing on a small grassy bank where Roman is already sprinting towards him away from—

Ollie.

Oh, his poor baby…he's all black and bleeding and he wants to scream again.

***

Roman's heart leaps into his chest as he sees his dragon set Remus down. He's already rushing over and skidding on his knees to wrap his brother up in his arms, pulling his half-beaten torso into his lap and cupping his cold, cold face in his hands.

"Hey, hey, Re, it's me, it's Roman, I've got you now, it's gonna be okay, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry—"

"R-Ro?"

"Yeah, Re, it's me. I'm right here. I'm gonna take care of you, okay? I've got you." He leans down and pressing a shaky kiss to a sweat-covered forehead. "Oh, god, Re, I'm sorry, I didn't know—I would've come right to you, I promise—"

"I know." Remus coughs wetly. "I didn't—I didn't know it was gonna be this bad either."

"Is it all of your realm? Ollie said the water—the water was going grey, that he couldn't swim through it—"

Remus's expression twists, pained again, and Roman's heart sinks.

"Oh, god, you haven't been able to…to Create at all?"

Remus shakes his head and Roman breathes out a curse, tugging his brother up and into a proper embrace. He reaches out blindly and hears the slosh of the water as one of the Kraken's arms lifts up too, slowly extending towards him. His dragon rumbles, prowling closer to help nudge the Kraken's arm into position on the grass so it can wrap around the two brothers. He takes one of Remus's hands and presses it to a less tender patch on Ollie's arm.

"Ollie's right here, okay? It's gonna be okay, Ollie's safe, he's so smart, he came right to me, I swear everyone else is gonna be taken care of too, we're gonna fix this, it's gonna be okay, I swear."

Not for the first time, Roman curses the fact that he let the others talk Thomas into getting that weird peer review thing done. It wasn't like in a class or a workshop where everyone is acting in good faith, and it wasn't even good feedback. He's been arguing with Logan for a long time over the fact that any unwanted advice is just criticism, and any sort of feedback offered without knowledge of what they were trying to do wasn't going to be valuable. God, part of him wants to get Logan right now and shove him in front of Remus, see his brother in pain and screaming for help while his Kraken suffered, but he knows he can't do that. One, he'd never forgive himself for letting someone else see Remus this vulnerable, and he knows Remus would never let him hurt one of the others like that.

See, he wants to scream at that awful, awful person, there's more to him than just darkness and cruelty. Just because something is dark doesn't make it irredeemable, not that you should ever have the power to redeem anybody.

Some people shouldn't be trusted with that sort of authority.

"I've got you, Re," he whispers, rocking his brother back and forth, "I've got you. We're gonna get through this, you and me. I swear it."

***

"Has anyone seen Remus?"

Janus looks up from his book as Virgil pulls out an earbud. Patton pokes his head out from the kitchen. "No, I haven't, not recently."

"I'm getting worried," Logan mutters as he comes the rest of the way down the stairs, fiddling with his tie, "I haven't seen him either, not since our last movie night three weeks ago."

"Wait, that's the last time you've seen him?"

"Yes. I was going to ask him to brainstorm with me today because—"

"Because you missed him," Janus fills in helpfully, smiling at Logan's glare.

"Perhaps, but—"

"You can admit it, L, it's just us."

"I admit nothing!" Logan ignores their snickers, turning to Patton instead. "The point is that I knocked on his door and he didn't answer, and his side of the Imagination door has been cold, like it hasn't been used at all."

Janus pinches off the rest of his sarcasm, sitting up and putting his book down. "It's been cold? Completely?"

"Yes! Like he's not even been in there."

"And there's no chance he's been using the one he has in his room?"

"That would require him being in his room and he's never there when I knock! Or at least he never answers."

"And how many times a day are you checking!"

"J, not now," Virgil mutters as Logan turns pink, "we need to focus on finding Remus."

"Let's go ask Roman," Patton says, quickly wiping his hands on a towel and hurrying out of the kitchen. "Maybe he knows what's going on."

They rush back up the stairs, intent on turning down the right hall to go get Roman, when Patton abruptly stops short. Virgil nearly runs into him and Janus proceeds to fully run into Virgil.

"Ow!"

"Hey, don't stop out of nowhere if you don't want me to run into you!"

"Guys," Patton says, voice suddenly soft and scared, "guys, look at the Imagination door."

They look. The door isn't glowing. A gray smoke almost covers one side, the other only gleaming faintly. Patton chokes on a whimper as Virgil muffles a curse, stepping forward to carefully touch one side. He yanks his hand back as it hisses.

"Well, that's not good—oh, it's opening now. Oh, this is gonna go super well."

The door swings open to reveal a dark forest. Trees frown over the entrance, a cold fog spilling into the hallway. But there's no luster to it, not the way the Imagination has always had. Instead, the bark almost appears to fray and disappear at the edges, as though it's caught in a printer jam with someone trying to yank out the pages. Virgil swallows and steps forward, ignoring the cautioned whispers, moving through the door and into the Imagination. Under his feet, the grass rustles and a cold breeze whips by.

"Come on. I think they're both in here."

"Oh, I love this idea," Janus mutters, clinging to Logan's arm as they step through. On his other side, Patton grabs on to the edge of his cape. "Alright, where too?"

"Uh…"

They're about to just pick a direction and walk when there's the low thud of approaching footsteps. They turn, Virgil automatically throwing his arms out to protect the others, as a huge wolf looms in front of them.

"Oh," Logan mumbles, "hello. Are—are you here to take us to them?"

"You know this guy?"

"The Wolf is one of the creatures of the Imagination not created by either Roman or Remus. He is…unto himself." Logan nods and the wolf huffs a breath. "I think he…I think he wants us to follow him."

"…we've done weirder things than follow a giant wolf through the forest, sure."

And so they do. They walk through the forest toward a massive clearing, the sky overhead growing grayer and grayer as they go. Soon they're all holding hands, trying not to trip into patches of pure gray as the wolf leads them down a rocky cliff towards the shore. In the distance, the sky fades into a brilliant blue, the grass turning green, and on one solitary hill lies a brilliant red dragon.

"Is that—is that Roman?"

The wolf huffs and inclines his head. His gait lengthens and they have to run to keep up. The dragon lifts her head and growls, and then they see them.

"Remus!"

Logan breaks out in front, skidding to a stop beside the shaking Side as Roman mumbles something into his ear. He reaches out with shaking hands, trying to figure out where to touch him that won't hurt. The others quickly join them, falling to their knees as Remus gasps and twitches in Roman's arms.

"He's hurt," Roman nearly sobs, "he got hurt when the critique was happening and now he feels like he can't Create. It's so bad, he's—he's so hurt."

"What do we do? How do we help?"

"We just have to be here. It's not—it's not something we can fix. We just have to be here for him, him, not whatever we want him to be, just—just him."

Logan's mouth hardens and he scoots closer, wrapping his arms around a shaking Remus. "We can do that."

***

Remus wakes up warm.

He turns his head and bumps his nose into Roman's chest. He looks up to see Roman smiling down at him, a hand brushing sweaty hair back from his forehead. He opens his mouth to ask what's going on when the rest of the sound filters in and he realizes he's surrounded by sleeping Sides.

"They wanted to help," Roman whispers, still brushing his fingers across his face so lightly it almost sends him right back to sleep, "they're here to help."

"H-help?"

"Cat pile," Roman teases, gently pulling Remus a little closer only for Logan to snuffle in his sleep and hold on tighter, "see? They gotcha."

Remus's chest feels tight. They came. They wanted to help.

"Ollie's better now, see?" Roman points at the Kraken who cheerfully waves a few arms. "He's been getting better as you've been sleeping. I think it's working."

"You guys…you guys stayed to help me?"

"Of course we did, Re, you're—you're Remus. You're my brother, pain in the ass that you are—" he chuckles when Remus scowls up at him— "don't look at me like that. You wanna go back to sleep? You still a little sore?"

"A little."

"That's okay." Roman pats his chest. "We'll be right here when you wake up."

As Remus drifts off to sleep, the pain slowly leaving his body, color begins to bleed back into the Imagination once more.

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She's smoking on the roof again, leaning back against the railing with her head tilted up to stare into the rotting orange sky. There's no point in looking down or out, no point in letting her gaze wash over the city so far below. She's seen it all before.

The way down's lit up by her halo's spotlight, shining painfully bright against the night's uneasy shadows. Each inch of the fall thrown into sharp relief, from the ease with which she could tip back over the too-low railing to the places she'd have to flare her wings to escape the skyscraper's setbacks, gathering speed all the while, plummeting down faster and faster and faster—

There's the place her whoops of triumph would turn into screams of regret, and there's the place she'd find peace in her last few moments, and there's the solid ground waiting so far below for her to splatter against it: the end of the spotlight, her life's waiting terminus.

Her body would carry on, as these things do; no funeral awaits her but high-pressure hoses to wash the gore away, a spray of cleansing water sending her pancaked ruins streaming down through half a dozen storm grates to reunite and rot in the tepid water of storm sewers that haven't been washed clean by pollution-laden rain in longer than she can remember, with the past as far away as it is and the future promising never to arrive.

She's here now. She always will be, up until she isn't.

Nothing to look forward to; nothing to wait for.

But she's seen it all before, seen the path her remains would take and seen the way down; there's nothing new there, and her halo is just whispering the same things again and again, a litany of emptiness that's gone on far too long—

So she just tilts her head back and looks up towards stars that no one's seen from the city in decades and decades, watching the smoke slowly drift up until it loses itself among the night's dark, swollen clouds.

There's rain coming, rotten with incandescent city-light and filthy with the gaseous effluvia of ruined lives and useless factories. She can taste it in the air, a bitter acidic tang so far removed from what rain once was. It will strip the paint from walls and leave putrid stalactites dangling down from overhangs and run in hungry oil-slicks down and down and down, down into the sewers and through the city's secret channels and out to pollute the bay—

She sighs and peers at her cigarette; barely halfway done.

"Well," she thinks to herself as the first drops begin to splatter down, as thick and heavy as rotten berries, "fuck wasting the rest of it. I can take a little rain."

When the water finally finds her face it burns her skin so beautifully, so painfully; it's almost enough to make her feel alive.

[lyriumrain]

Whoops forgot the readmore. Family drama below

Was talking to one of my new sister-in-laws at the reception. Lovely girl, genuinely lovely. We were talking about my brother, about how he and I haven't been in regular contact for a long time.

She told me a story from the proposal party He got tipsy, and had his arm around her all night apparently. He declared to her that "my sister isn't here so tonight you're my sister"

Which I'm sure was a great moment for her. And I'm sure she told me this to show that he means the world to her, in fact she seemed intent on conveying how much he means to her. And I suppose she told me this story to let me know he was also thinking about me.

I know these things, logically. But unfortunately when she told me that my stomach dropped. I felt sick. I felt angry, furious. I felt embarrassed and ashamed. "His sister" wasn't there? Well he could've fucking invited me. He could've invited me any fucking time. He could've not abandoned me to our parents at any time too. But no, by all means - adopt your girlfriend's siblings and treat them better than you ever treated me. It's fine, you've always done that.

I dont know if I'll ever be able to fully let go of this bile in my throat. I hope so, time supposedly heals all wounds. But the hurt runs pretty deep. He got to move on while I languished.

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Epilogue: Lilly Tarun

You were waiting by the harbor, your leg swinging off the ledge you were perched on. You had just watched your boyfriend calmly walk off the dock back at camp, because Chef wanted him to go home, to go to you. That was the only reason he had been voted off in the first place.

By your estimations, your fiancé would be arriving very soon.

Anger was screaming in the back of your head, she knew that once he returned she’d be gone again. Quicker than a lost memory. She was telling you to get up, that you didn’t need anyone and you never needed anyone, she wanted you to grab your backpack, and start running. 

But your heart was aching.

All you wanted.

Was very close.

Suddenly, you saw it. The rickety boat, and unsurprisingly Duncan had thrown the Captain overboard as well, quite a while ago. Duncan was driving, you caught his eyes, and they were dark, sad, and dull. He docked the boat and stepped off, he didn’t know you were there yet. But that didn’t last very long. You let yourself fall off your ledge and onto the boardwalk and began running.

A smile broke on your face and you were whooping for joy. Before you could stop yourself, you launched yourself into a cartwheel which turned into a back handspring which ended with you flying on top of Duncan.

Anger was gone, you felt Duncan wrap his arms around you slowly, as if he didn’t believe you were there. “Am I imagining this?” He whispered his breath tickling your ear. “Mm, you tell me.” You smiled cheekily and landed a thousand kisses across his face causing a small smile to break onto him. “Hola mi vida.” He laughed and hugged you tighter, burrowing his face into your hair. 

“Can’t believe you lost.” You whisper-teased. But Duncan was silent, he had his hand on your stomach, and a shocked expression on his face. He had just felt the kick of Lily or James Tarun. You smiled fondly, you haven't had your period since your second to last night in camp, with Duncan.

“...Baby, are you pregnant?” He whispered and a smile landed on your face. 

“Duncan, you're gonna be a daddy.” You spoke quietly, holding a hand to his face, with a bright smile on your lips. Slowly, a huge smile appeared on your fiancè’s face and he picked you up, gently and twirled you around.

“I’M GOING TO BE A DADDY!”

Planning for the wedding was easy as pie. Probably because you let Courtney do mostly everything.

She was so excited the girl had been freaking out. She had Gwen stitch you a beautiful dark green wedding dress. It reached the floor and dragged behind you, it had gold sparkles on the hem, and you had flared sleeves which made you look as if you were floating, you wore gold heels, and simple makeup. 

You stared at yourself on the day of your wedding. “Are you sure it’s okay?” Gwen was super nervous. She hadn’t done stitch work in forever.

In all honesty it was fine, just a little long. There was exactly one hour until the ceremony began. All the girl campers were herded into the bridal suite trying to calm you down. You nodded and smiled softly. “It’s great, Gwen.” You smiled, but Eva disagreed. “You think it’s too long.” Her eyes flickered up and down your body. 

Gwen laughed.

“I figured that would happen. So when it’s time to dance, just tug at whatever size you’d prefer and the rest of the dress will come off easily, making it the perfect size.” Gwen explained. “I still think you should’ve worn the monkey outfit I bought you! You could’ve attracted a sasquatch.” Izzy complained and you smiled ruffling her hair in a motherly fashion.

Sadie clapped her hands together and jumped up and down excitedly. “You look so pretty.” Katie whispered, you squeezed her hand.

Each of your bridesmaids had their preferred color and dress style. Bridgette wore an ocean-blue cocktail dress, Leshawna wore a cream-colored wrap dress, Gwen wore a dark blue victorian-style dress, Sadie and Katie wore neon pink rompers with beautiful sleeves, Izzy wore a rainbow colored jumpsuit, Courtney wore a greenish-brownish criss-cross dress, Lindsay wore a crimson red sundress, and Eva wore a blue suit.

Bridgette came up to the mirror and you made eye contact through the glass. “Are you doing okay?” She mouthed. You nodded a watery smile playing on your face.

The entire group of girls awed and gave you a big bear-hug. 

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Leshawna quickly opened it up, ready to yell at whatever boy it was this time. But instead it was your unofficial brother's girlfriends. “We thought she needed a hug.” Jasmine said with tears in her eyes, she was Leo’s girlfriend.

You all had a big group hug, with yourself in the middle.

“Remember, you have loved that idiot since you were born, right? You're perfect for each other.” Luna, Avery’s girlfriend, gave you a quick hug. It was five minutes till it was time. “Now this was forty dollars worth of makeup, do NOT make me cry,” The girl was fanning her face.

The rest of the bridesmaids did the same, all choking on their tears.

–

It was time. You sat at the end of the bridal train, holding your bouquet, your arm was linked with Chef’s. Who had a small smile on his face, and was biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying. Izzy was in front of you, linked arms with Gwen. But just before it was time, Izzy turned around and walked quickly to you. 

“You have been more of a mother for me, then either of my parents ever had. I love you, and you deserve the world, mami.” The girl smiled watery and wrapped her arms around you. You choked on a sob. “I love you too, kiddo.” You hadn’t even realized it. But you already had a kid. Izzy Connelley, this freaky redhead, who you’d give anything for.

She quickly walked up to her spot with her arm intertwined with Gwen’s as the music began.

“Are you scared?” Chef asked, it was almost time for you to walk up. You thought for a moment.

“I’m not scared of a lot of things. He makes me fearless.” You said with a small nod. Chef smiled. This friendly, terrifying, angry, delinquent kid made him so excited for his little girls to grow up. 

He hoped they’d be just like you.

Then you stepped out into the shaded area, the wedding was covered by the trees. So you’d have some privacy. There were all the sane contestants back together again, in one area, for a wedding, and if people knew about that there’d be hordes and hordes of screaming fans.

You looked out at the people, with crooked smiles on their faces. 

You stifled a laugh as Leo flipped you off, which caused him to get punched by Avery, which caused them both to get punched by their partners. You felt your heart skip a beat once you saw your father standing by Duncan’s mom. After all these years it was still hard not to get mad at him, to not yell, but instead you just smiled.

Then you saw Duncan, who was staring at you with a dumbfounded expression. You waved slyly, and a light blush pulled itself on his cheeks. He wore a dark green suit and his typical hair. You finally reached the platform and stepped on, giving Chef a kiss on the cheek.

“You hurt her and I’ll be putting your butt in my next dish, got that, Tarun?” He ordered the boy, who gave him a mock salute with a cheeky smile.

“Can’t believe we’re getting married.” He mouthed. You both stood in front of each other as DJ spoke, he was the priest, and was going on about legacy currently. “I can.” You mouthed before winking. Duncan raised an eyebrow as DJ finally got onto vows.

The boy was still staring at you, so DJ had to hit him over the head with the bible causing Duncan to curse. “You said you wrote your vows, now say them, dude.” DJ shook his head, before turning to you. “You could’ve had any dude, girl.” He said, disbelieving, causing you to laugh.

“Y/N L/N, I’d choose you in a hundred lifetimes, a hundred words, in any version of reality I’d choose you. I’d find you, I’d choose you. I love the way your eyebrows crease when you're upset, I love the way you can juggle balls but not pens, I love the way you talk, the way you breathe, the way you live. I love you. I have loved you since I first met you. When I was younger, there was this girl who I adored, and whenever she laughed it was like a question, and all I wanted was the answer. That girl was you, it will always be you.” 

“Now it’s your turn, Y/N.” DJ pointed at you and you smiled squeezing Duncan’s hand. 

“Duncan Tarun, you are more me, then I am. Whatever our souls are made of, whatever is left of them, mine and yours are the same. I thought I was unworthy of love, because I was alone for a really long time, my dad was not in his mind, and no one talked to me. But there was you, my neighbor who I had been in love with since forever, you made me remember what it felt like, to feel, to breathe. The only reason I live the way I do, is because my bestfriend. Duncan Tarun, if I were to live a thousand lives, I would want to have you in each one. Because what good is a puzzle without her missing piece?” 

Both of you turned to look at Duncan’s brothers and shook your heads, nearly in sync. “How did we get married before you?” Duncan sighed. 

“Now, I pronounce you idiot and girl in love with idiot. You may kiss the bride.” DJ laughed as Duncan grabbed you, and covered your face in kisses.

The entire place erupted into cheers from everywhere. The brothers were screaming and doing whatever older brothers do, your parents were smiling, the bridesmaids were outright sobbing, Eva was looking at everyone awkwardly but smiling all the same, Izzy was whooping and swinging from light to light, the groomsmen were ruffling Duncan’s hair, and giving you fistbumps. 

Now it was time for the party.

It was amazing. Everything about it was so perfect. You watched fondly as Izzy tackled Lindsay effectively breaking her phone. Duncan’s favorite song was playing right now, and you and him were dancing together. Trent was in charge of being the DJ. Your messed up, ugly, beautiful, insane, crazy, calm, family danced until they were breathing heavily.

You were dancing with Lindsay, giggling about Heather when your father came up to you. His hair was turning gray, he was thin, and had permanent bags under his eyes. “Can I have this dance?” He held his hand out. “Is this your grandpa?” Lindsay murmured in your ear and you shooed her off. You stared at the hand, your heart pounding.

This wasn’t right, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

You did not invite your father because you wanted to forgive him, you invited him as a common courtesy. That did not mean you had to talk to him. 

Duncan came up from behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist kissing your neck, before realizing who was in front of you, and he paused, his body tensing with anger. “Mr. L/N, what do you want?” He said very quietly. “I want a dance with my daughter, who I have not seen in a very long time.” Your father replied. 

Duncan stepped in between you both and bent down a little to look you in the eyes. “¿Quieres bailar con él, vida mía?” Which roughly translates into, ‘do you want to dance with him, my life?’. You nodded curtly and Duncan stepped away squeezing your shoulders.

You began to dance with your father.

“You look so much like your mother.” Your father kissed your forehead, and you flinched away. His eyes softened. “Honey, you know why I sent you away. Duncan’s father made me.” He explained. That turned on a switch in your mind.

“All of my life, you have made excuses on why you left me to the wolves. Mom died when I was a child, and as far as I know, so did my dad. You barely talked to me growing up, you never fed me, you never even told me you love me. So stop making excuses, Miles.” You hissed. Your dad recoiled.

“I gave you every opportunity to succeed. You got sent to the best camps, and got the best training. Any trauma those camps caused only made you stronger.” He returned. Your anger was back and with a vengeance.

“I WAS SEVEN. THE ONLY THING SUPPOSED TO BE MAKING ME STRONGER WAS MILK.” You screamed, your vision was turning red. Suddenly there were arms around you.

Duncan’s arms were around your waist picking you up, even though you were screaming and kicking, and Duncan’s mom guided you off. The groomsmen escorted your father off the property and the bridesmaids all glared at him.

Duncan and his mom put you in a room and closed the door. You were fanning your face. “Lindsay spent five hours on this makeup, I swear if one tear-” You groaned. Artemis walked over to you, with a soft smile.

“Honey, my husband was not a very nice-man and I see that resemblance in your father. Grief makes people do crazy things.” She whispered. “That anger is why my son adores you.” Artemis laughed softly. She was always quite timid. “She’s right, you know.” Duncan was leaning against the door his arms crossed.

“This is supposed to be our day, Scorpion. Do not let anyone else get in the way of that.” Duncan sighed, walking over to you and wrapping you in a hug.

Artemis stared at you both. Her son, and her unofficial daughter. Two crazy kids in love. She knows that you will kiss away all of her son’s scars, and make him a little more whole each passing day. Because the way you look at Duncan only proves how much you love him.

—

As you all walked out, the bridesmaids flocked over to you. “Do you want me to give your daddy a whoopin 'cause I will,” Leshawna had a hand on her hip looking at you. You laughed. “It's alright.” Courtney raised a hand “Do you want me to drain his bank account?” she held up a computer which held his bank information… somehow..

“Guys, I’m fine. Now let’s get this wedding back on!”

—

Duncan and Izzy were having a drink off, Owen and DJ were talking with your brothers, Gwen and Trent were still DJing, the brothers gfs/bfs were watching their partners fondly, Courtney and Leshawna were dancing, Lindsay and Eva were taking pictures, Artemis was picking up, Chef and his wife were slow-dancing. 

You were holding your stomach, content with feeling the kicks of baby Lily Tarun.

Suddenly a very drunk Chris walked in the room. You stood up quickly, that embarrassed camper instinct still very there. But it was replaced with anger. You wanted to hit him again. You really wanted to hit him again.

Owen sat on Duncan before he could do anything, and Leshawna and Eva grabbed both of your arms. 

“Just let him be, Scorpion.” Eva whispered, and eventually the struggle stopped and they dropped your arms and Duncan pushed Owen off of him.

–

“I have this thing where I get older but never wiser.” Chris and Owen were drunk singing and you wanted to shoot your brains out. “This is torture,” You grumbled as Avery walked over to you. “Hey kid.” He smiled ruffling your hair. 

“Hey, loser.” You stuck your tongue out at Avery and he jokingly flicked it.

—

You watched as James took a camera off a place you didn’t know a camera was and you rolled your eyes. “Why is your brother spying on us?” You asked your head on Duncan’s shoulder. The green-haired boy shrugged. “He said he did it for the vine.” He took a sip of his whiskey and you had to resist grabbing it.

“One thing I miss is alcohol.” You grumbled, sniffing the cup longingly. Duncan laughed. “You see, you're an alcoholic, and I’m a drug addict. We’re a perfect pair.” that caused you to laugh. Duncan looked up and saw Leo yelling that it was time for a picture.

—

[Picture description:

You and Duncan were kissing, his arms around your waist and your arms around his neck, Bridgette was the only one looking at the camera, Geoff had an arm wrapped around her hip and was kissing the top of her head. Izzy was swinging from the headlights and fell mid-air, Owen was trying to catch her. Trent and Gwen were at the DJ stand looking at records, Eva had her arms crossed and was looking at the ceiling in annoyance, Leshawna was laughing and staring at Owen laughing, DJ was watering the bouquet in your hand, Lindsay had her eyes closed and was smiling, Courtney was shaking her head in exasperation, the brothers were wrestling, and their partners were taking shots of tequila, Chef had his daughters crawling up him and he was laughing, and Sadie and Katie were hugging clearly very happy.]

The camera pans out and it shows the picture framed, and in red ink has the words ‘Family’ with a small heart by it. The camera pans out further and you see it's in a bar, and in the corner the words ‘The Total Drama Bar’ and you see a man with green hair serving up drinks, and a pregnant lady walking down the stairs holding her daughter…

Lily Tarun. 

—

Bonus: 

Lily and James were searching in your bedroom looking for money. They found an old box that had the words ‘TDI’ on it. “Oi, James, look at this.” Lily ordered her younger brother who quickly walked over and sat on his knees beside his sister.

They opened up the box. Which was full of pictures. Their dad had green hair, which was odd. Grandpa Chef was in the pictures, as well as their aunts and uncles. Suddenly you walked into the room with a fond smile on your face.

“Okay troublemakers, who wants to hear the story about a place called Total Drama Island…” both of your kids raised their hands and came running to you as you sat on the bed holding the pictures.

“Now be warned kids, nothing about this story is false, but all of it is dangerous. It starts off in juvie, in a city far, far away…”

tagged: @lostsomewhereinthegarden

[ladycremecaramel]

Let's Play Tears of The Kingdom! First playthrough. Part 34

Hello hello 🖐Welcome back to my first playthrough of TOTK. We found a hidden passageway in Hyrule Castle where it's still grounded. We went down a spiral staircase and at the bottom was a headstone with a scripture saying the castle was like a seal to keep The Demon King sealed away (along with Rauru's arm and stone)

You can imagine my surprise that we possibly found the way back to the beginning of the game with Zelda. Tbh I'm doubtful but we'll see.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Not Zonanite or Luminous stone. Just...glowing rock (I learn later that it is Luminous stone and that I keep calling it lumious stone). Well it definitely became a cave. I got a Bubbul gem.

...blue rock? I haven't smashed it yet because I saw this after smashing regular rock.

NUH-UH! NO WAY!!! Is it what I think it is?! I must make a video RIGHT NOW!!!!

By the time this post uploads here, it would have been a week since I did the recording and days to edit until Wednesday night. A lot of things were happening irl that was causing me to stress about not getting this post in the scheduled que in time. BUT now that the video is done and on zee youtube, I feel better. I would like to give credit to kiddo for providing some voicework. (After listening to the video after its completion, I forgot to add some sound to a muted sped up spot. whoops)

While I was editing, I did take the time to get all of the koroks around Hyrule Castle and Lookout Landing. Due to lack of storage space on my phone at the time, I couldn't start making the special video yet. I did however go to the skyview towers for Kakariko and Hateno. I didn't activate them yet but here are screenshots of what I saw during my playthorughs.

More paraglider fabric! Also during my hunt for koroks, I found this!

pretty dang sweet if you ask me.

I did try to throw hands with these guys but they don't stick around for very long if they can't get you.

GASP!

A rito! 😍😍😍😍😍 my first meeting with one besides Penn!

So after this, I went under the tower where I found a cave a little earlier and figured out I could ascend to get inside. Billson was like "What?! How did you get in there? Can you see what's stopping the door?" Two sticks were holding the door shut and were removed and I opened the door. I didn't realize the tower wasn't operational until he fixed it. After that, he left and I got kinda sad cuz I didn't see a reaction to Link's lack of underoos.

Soooo I went to find the tower that covered the region Hateno was in and found out it was on top of Lanaryu mountain. Greeaaaaat. Meaning I gotta wear pants and extra protection. Thankfully I had the Medoh mask so I was covered....literally.

It wasn't an easy trek but I did make it to the spring of wisdom and found this guy.

I was not impressed but he did activate our first shrine quest. NOw I'm gonna talk to this goddess statue and get another stamina boost. And I wanna see if the cave behind it is still there.

What? It's gone! What the hell? I would've at least expected the little cave to be there and a well. Lame.

Oh...That can't be good. I'm assuming she's referring to the really big statue in the Forgotten temple right? Looks like I gotta go there sooner than I anticipated.

NO!

I'm so done with caves for a while. But you know what's coming up soon? My journey to Rito Village!

See y'all later bye bye!

[itsallmouthwashing]

Tulpar (JimCurl Band AU) Playslist Expansions

Playlist here, Part Two here

I'm doing more than 5 for my first post on this because by god the WORMS. I'll try to do these consistently so we're all on the same page

Content warning for: mentions of assault, mentions of parent death, drug abuse, VERY ooc characters

1.) Kiss Me (Crawlers)- In between her studies, Anya has a hard time processing the feelings of her recent assault. Her boyfriend isn’t treating her well, overall uses her for sex when he’s pent up or stressed or whatever excuse he has for why he needs his dick sucked that night. One night she’s continuing to say no. Her boyfriend proposes a drink to cap off the night and drugs her, rapes her, and breaks up with her. She can't come forward about the assault for reasons (i haven't figured out whoops). It’s the song she performs for Jimmy to ‘prove her worth.’ She plays her own bass, does her own vocals, and Dai is on drums before his own audition (Curly lowkey helped her revise the song and work through it. Sometimes she would cry to him during the process and he would just hold her. When she auditions for Tulpar, it’s the first time she doesn’t cry when she sings the song.)

It really hits Jimmy in the heart as many of his ‘friends’ (people he felt close to but those people really didn’t want to be around him) had experienced or took care of others who were victims. Of course he tries to push these feelings aside and judge the song fairly (girl, it’s a banger, let her IN), and he convinces himself that his approval had nothing to do with the topic (it didn’t really, it was a banger)

2.) Ængus The Prize-Winning Hog (The Toxhards)- A silly song Curly wrote with Jimmy at the beginning of their Tulpar ventures. They passed it around back and forth between classes when they were together. One time they got caught passing notes and the teacher read the lines out loud. She really laid into them, accusing them of taking drugs and scribbling nonsense (Jimmy was also known for passing around bud at school if other kids asked for it. Curly got him to cut that shit out at school senior year but was convinced by Jimmy to keep getting bud for them and Dai and Aynya.)

It becomes their closing song when Tulpar goes pro and signs with Pony Express Records. Anya and Dai do chorus vocals!

3.) Be Careful What You Wish For (Bad Omens)- In return for Jimmy teaching screams, Curly teaches Jimmy to sing! This is a song Jimmy wrote after he apologized to Anya and Dai and Curly for the way he’d been treating them. Still on the fence about therapy but feeling heavy with his thoughts and feelings about what he’d done. He refuses to let Curly see it or workshop it with him (he tries to hide the fact that he’s writing at all) Instead, he comes to Dai and Anya! He performs his first draft for them, can't help but cry afterward and they give him hugs for a while. They workshop a little after he calms down. It’s almost never performance ready because Jimmy can't help but tear up after he sings it, but when Curly convinces him to sing at one of their larger concerts he still cries but the crowd is so enthusiastic about his performance and emotion that he starts t feel it doesn’t matter if he does cry on stage :)

4.) Through Hell (Melrose Avenue)- A song that Jimmy’s kept private for all of his life. Songwriting was a way for him to cope and process his feelings for as long as he could remember, and this song had been with him through the beginning. One day Curly and the crew find it and decide to surprise him during one of their concerts by learning it and performing it. Curly does the entire song! Jimmy joins in with his own screams and vocals at 2:28, and they sing the song together from there :)))))) Dai does background vocals throughout the whole song, so he’s the one singing along at the start. 

The whole time Jimmy is trying to keep up on his guitar- he knows the song by heart, but seeing his friends performing a song so so dear to him makes him feel whole. (Maybe canon Jimmy would find it disrespectful and get pissed. But this barbie thinks its moving)

5.) Vampire By Rumor (TX2)- Honestly this song is only on here cause I can't get the image of Daisuke doing this song as a halloween special “concert only” song for the fans. He’s dresses as a vampire, Jimmy is a zombie (he forgot about the song bit entirely, green and purple face paint was somehow on hand and he didn’t mind ripping holes in his shirt and jeans (said the fans go wild for the skin)), Curly is a cowboy (OF COURSE), and Anya dresses in bloody scrubs ("It's still in theme!" she argued when Jimmy pointed out it wasn't really a costume). Swansea even joins in the fun by dressing up! (he pins a paper scrap that says "costume" on his tech blacks)

6.) Forgotten (The Plot In You)- For sure one of their heaviest songs and Jimmy takes the lead. He wrote it after many years of processing his parents death. For a time he turned to drugs to cope with everything he was feelings, and after starting therapy and medication he wrote this song as a subtle promise to himself and their fans that he would stay clean

7.) At My Back (Madds Buckley)- The song Anya sings at Jimmy and Curly’s wedding :) Dai does ukulele and Anya does the drums as she sings :) 

8.) Gut Punch/Don’t Meet Your Idols (Everybody’s Worried About Owen)- Another song in the many Jimmy wrote after his parent’s deaths. Written after he apologizes to Anya and Dai. He performs it at a local open mic that (coincidentally) Anya, Dai, and Curly are at for drinks and to vent. The ‘idol’ in this context would be his dad. The crew agrees to keep it secret that they saw him, but end up being the loudest when he finishes. Thankfully he doesn’t notice them and thinks he’s just hearing things

9.) hover like a GODDESS (WILLOW)- Anya wrote this after a crazy hook-up with a girl at a bar. She realizes she’s queer and FULLY embraces it. Tulpar does an Anya-centric album 

10.) she knows it (Maggie Lindemann)- Another song Anya wrote and sings. Curly gets a girlfriend and Anya is falling head-over-heels for her (while Jimmy is getting so frustrated that Curly is with someone else). Depending on how long the relationship goes on for Anya tries not to stare at her while she sings but can't help it. Jimmy can't help but look at Curly

[fragilecapric0rnn]

WIP Week: we are SO BACK edition

have y'all been seeing this??? WE ARE SO BACK!!!! if anything could get the brain worms acting up, its all this behind the scenes stuff!!! shout out to @thefreakandthehair and @fastcardotmp3 for your impeccable timing <3<3<3

haven't done one of these in a while but there are several things cooking which is very fun and exciting!!!

The Rules:

In a reblog (or a new post w/ rules attached) post up to five (5) file names of your wips. Not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

tagging (with no pressure of course): @kkpwnall @judasofsuburbia @cheatghost @figthefruitfaeth @gideoncharov

@snowangeldotmp3 @seths-rogens @cuoredimuschio @roguenancy

The WIPS: (too many wips tbh)

criminal [steddie jailbird eddie fic]

steve&jj 2

modern au 3 (eddie pov)

6: the second half of 1999 [aiaof]

The Lumax

let me cook [buddie meet pre s2 longfic]

shameless alt 7x5 [buddie smut whoops]

Snippet [from Criminal]:

“Didn’t expect you to be one for a reality check, seeing as the Golden Retriever amounts of optimism you’ve had up until this moment.” 

“Guess I ran out of my supply.” 

Eddie takes a long drag from their shared joint, Steve doesn’t try hiding the way he’s watching his mouth. 

“Here’s to dying a virgin.” He pretends to toast the roach, before passing it to Steve. Steve, who feels his stomach bottom out. 

“Oh shit, man.” Steve’s tongue feels heavy, as he manages to get out his lame response. 

“Oh shit, indeed.” Eddie says, playing with one of his rings. 

“Like nothing? Not even a handy in the movie theater?” 

“Nope, not one handy besides my lefty.”

“Jesus,” Steve let his head fall heavy on the back of the trailer. “I kinda thought chicks would be into your vibe.” 

“I’m sure some of them are,” Now he sounds nervous, peaking Steve’s interest even more. 

“Okay, so what stopped you?” 

“I guess I don’t like many chick’s vibes,” he pauses, taking a long pull from the flask. “Or any of them at all.” 

“Oh,” Steve understands now. Something about this grass feels a lot like dirty bathroom linoleum. But this understanding also feels like something else. Something opposite. 

It might not work out for us this time. 

He thinks Eddie is saying something else, too distracted by the suddenly loud ringing in his ear, making him feel like he’s in a fishbowl.

[chasm-connected]

hey, i don't use tumblr much right now, but i feel like if i'm posting a pride flag i should crosspost it here to share more?

been working on a pride flag for agápē (using the greek definition rather than the christian one, but i mean, not excluding christians lol)

enemy-art.bsky.social helped a lot with ideas and confirming/explaining greek symbolism, huge thanks <:

i'm going to be posting a couple edits of this but i don't think it'll be done during june, so i wanted this to just be up and ready while it was exceptionally thematic. haha. if you do anything cool with it yourself, PLEASE feel free to ping me i want to see, if you have a bluesky i'm more active there than here under anarchie.nskanetis.net

okay, explanation as follows under the cut, it's very long, sorry!

first off, this was technically made due to an alter in our system looking for an agápē flag for a while and not being able to find one. (i mean if you have made one and i haven't seen it i'd be happy to draw him using all the flags...) a lot of the interpretations are influenced in part from him. nii identifies as grey-aroace with agápē and just wanted something for that. anyways!

the initial idea of having a main color for agápē with additional colors for the other forms of love was from elos, and sort of handed off to nii to pick the color symbolism from there! the idea was that all forms of love can be found in agápē, they're all there in the ring in the center.

the orange for the backdrop was genuinely because when nii was describing how he feels about it personally he described it as "orange, i guess!", and when looking up color symbolism, agápē is described as orange in the color wheel theory of love. we don't love color wheel theory because it gets very pop psych, but the coincidence was a bit much to pass up. spreading out into other analogous and complimentary colors is meant to symbolize community.

for the ring, copying from chat when i posted the almost finished version with minor edits to explain better!

philautía as purple due to it being a complimentary color, specifically due to elos bringing up it working as a contrast to agápē. also, yes, due to some interpretations treating it as a form of vanity (intended as ribbing to this because honestly self-respect and self-preservation is something i need more of so like props to people who have that down). leans pinkish due to love connotations and because that was easier with violet.

érōs as red because passion as red is really common. leans pink for the obvious reasons but also due to some sources mentioning sense memory as a window to spiritual beauty and i just really loved that? closest thing i could apply for that was pink, and also my appreciation.

philía and storgē are A CHALLENGE because they share a lot of basic color language. philía is blue and storgē is green. i was looking for associations for loyalty and trust due to these being the easiest to find in color language, and both show up in blue and green, with green having things like "growth" and rarely "family" so it got storgē.

xenía i put as a lightly coppery brown, like a home cooked meal. i know some people really dont care for brown so i'm a bit worried that it might not be liked on a flag, but i... do like warm brown. i have bias. whoops.

also some extra notes that aren't really all that necessary to know but are just kind of interesting

nii has described agápē as "feeling like the acceptance stage of grief" before finding that it was also used as a word for showing affection towards the deceased.

he's also described it as feeling like a dog waiting for someone and the pop psych meaning of agápē called him out on that too by saying that people who feel agápē typically just wait for people.

being absolutely called out by ancient greeks and pop psych books going "i know what you are" while you're just going I JUST LIKE PEOPLE. I JUST. CARE ABOUT PEOPLE. WHAT???

genuinely hilarious. please help. the system is in shambles.

anyways enjoy this, please feel free to use it if it has meaning to you too, enjoy looking into things, happy pride (:

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Overgrowth

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Gen Genre: Friendship Characters: Will, Miranda, Billie, Douglas, Steve Clearly the newest Demeter kids haven't yet got the hang of growing plants with their powers. TOApril day 14 - Every Rose Has Its Thorns. I went literal today. Also, despite Meg being the clearly obvious candidate for this prompt, I managed to go with every other TOA Demeter kid except for her, whoops. All kids in here are canon names, I promise.

“Hey, Will!”

He turned to see Billie jogging towards him – as fast as she ever moved unless she was fighting or running from something actively trying to kill her – and sighed, because the daughter of Demeter didn’t usually seek out his presence, which only meant one thing.

“Miranda wants you,” she said, then confirmed it with, “bring your medical stuff.”

“Medical stuff?” he parroted at her, bemused.  She shrugged dismissively, turning her back on him and starting to head back the way she’d come.  Will hadn’t paid attention to it, but it was the direction of the cabins so he had a pretty good idea where she was leading him.

He’d long since got into the habit of keeping an emergency pack of medical supplies on him at all times, so he didn’t bother to make a detour to pick anything else up.  Not until he knew exactly what he was dealing with; Billie hadn’t been running, even if she’d been jogging, so Will was confident that his emergency pack would at least suffice for initial treatment of whatever cabin four had done to themselves.

Sure enough, Billie ploughed straight through the door of her cabin without stopping, and Will hurried to get across the threshold before the door slammed in his face.

Cabin four was, in Will’s opinion, the strangest of the cabins.  Sure, the Hecate cabin had magic permeating every inch of it rather disconcertingly, and the Nike cabin was an active puzzle for reasons he’d never quite worked out, but there was something about a floor that was actually grass, and a central support that was actually a living, thriving tree that had never quite managed to click in Will’s head.

He was pretty sure those things were all supposed to grow outdoors, but if there was one place where they had an argument for growing indoors, Demeter’s cabin would be it.

The central tree was swarmed with other plants, which certainly hadn’t been the case that morning when Will had done cabin inspection and given cabin four a seven for scattered seeds but tidy hammocks.

For some reason, Demeter wasn’t counted alongside her brothers as superior amongst even the Olympians.  Everyone knew the Big Three was the three male godly children of Kronos, while their sisters went mostly unacknowledged.  It was difficult to understand why so many people dismissed her or her children, though.  Will had seen cabin four members consistently pull off illogical feats – always plant-related – ever since he first arrived at camp, and having seen the sheer destruction they could bring about when they wanted to, he had no intention of ever underestimating them.

Unlike most demigods, who got ADHD and dyslexia and no special powers to show for it, Demeter’s kids consistently got green thumbs and plants that would do anything they asked.  Will had never seen one that couldn’t manipulate plants to some degree, and that certainly held true for the current occupants of the cabin.

In the middle, tangled around the central tree, was a massive rose briar, complete with wicked sharp thorns and fully blooming roses the colour of blood.  Billie had made her way to join Miranda where the head counsellor was standing by the cabin’s new plant addition and trying to get the plants to move.

Inside the snarl of thorns and vines seemed to be something that Miranda was specifically trying to get to – or someone, because Will could count just fine and there were two kids unaccounted for, visually, at least.

Douglas’ thick accent was slurring out curse after curse as something struggled inside the branches.  Will couldn’t make out the exact words, but that wasn’t particularly unusual when the Scottish boy slipped into Scots.  He could get the gist, though.

He sighed, drawing Miranda’s attention to his arrival.  “What happened?” he asked her.

She responded with a sigh of her own.  “Plant growing gone wrong,” she said, gesturing broadly at the massive plant.  Some of the branches rustled with her movement, just enough to reveal a glimpse of Steve fighting inside as well.  That answered the question on where both the young Demeter boys were lurking, at least.

It wasn’t the first time it had happened.  It wasn’t even the first time it had happened to those particular boys – Douglas was an enthusiastic plant grower, and Steve was far more of an enabler than he was clearly prepared to be when it came to the consequences.  Neither of them had been in camp all that long, but Will was already well aware that they were going to be a potential headache source for him – especially once they found their own feet at camp.

Will knew the routine, so he waited while Miranda did her magic (not that she would ever call it as such when it was just her normal) and slowly got the branches to release their death grips on the two boys.

Steve was the first one to disentangle enough, rolling out of the mess with stray leaves and the odd broken off thorn stuck deeply into his hair.  He also had several freshly-bleeding scratches across his skin, and Will didn’t wait to be invited over when his role was pretty obvious.

And also very much routine.

“Can you at least try not to bury yourselves in plant matter of the injury inducing kind?” he asked as he pulled out some antiseptic wipes and began dabbing at the myriad of scratches that stood out red against the younger boy’s dark skin.

“It was Douglas’ fault!” he protested.

There was an immediate “Oi!” in a thick Scottish accent emanating from the centre of the still-snarled tangle of thorny vines, followed by what Will was pretty sure was a protestation of innocence in Scots.

“You’re not blameless, either!” Miranda called over, and Steve’s shoulders hunched up to his ears.

“It was an accident,” he muttered.  “They weren’t supposed to get so…”

“Big?” Billie supplied.  “Wild?”

“Yeah, that,” Steve shrugged, thankfully letting his shoulders drop again after a warning poke from Will.

Another sharp gesture from Miranda and Billie had Douglas spilling out from the briar as well, his own curly hair sporting a fine collection of leaves and thorns, and even the occasional petal.  He also had openly bleeding scratches on his bare skin, including one long one too close to his eye for comfort.  It wasn’t close or deep enough to cause permanent damage, or even scar, but it was a reminder of what could have gone wrong.

Will wasn’t a fan of could have gone wrongs, although he did prefer those over the did go wrongs, for hopefully obvious reasons.

He sighed again and pulled out a fresh wipe to attack the other boy’s scratches with.  Douglas winced away from the sting, but Billie grabbed him and held him still.

Neither boy was injured enough to need anything more than just the disinfecting wipe, thankfully, so Will’s medical duties didn’t take long to complete.

“At least try not to injure yourselves on your own plants,” he said as he balled up the used wipes for disposal in the infirmary.  “I’m pretty sure that’s lesson one for plant summoning.”

“Something like that,” Miranda said.  “Thanks for the assist, Will.  I’ll take it from here.”

Will didn’t need to be told twice; he was already in charge of his own cabin and anyone that ended up a patient in the infirmary.  He neither needed nor wanted to expand his responsibilities beyond that – Miranda could handle her own siblings.

“See you at dinner,” he said, and made his way out of the cabin, back to where the grass was outdoors and normal.  As the cabin door shut behind him, he heard the Demeter kids discussing the best thing to do with the rose bush and whether or not it would damage the tree – or pose an ongoing risk to demigods – if they left it where it was.

That was certainly not Will’s problem, either.  Miranda was welcome to that one.