#[ i'm babbling but this is something i had been wanting to explore

[lunaetis]

my mind keeps flipping back and forth between soft thoughts and the idea of someone being able to tell that eden's experience in penacony is still haunting her and had caused her to have lapses & moments where she couldn't distinguish between dream and reality. eden hides that fact well enough, but i really want to delve into a situation where someone could tell she's having a lapse and point it out / call her out on it when she says she's fine. or even someone witnessing her fresh out of nightmare ( not just from penacony but from all the traumatic experience she had endured so far ) because while eden knows how to mask her fear well, she usually let her guard down in slumber or unable to flip on the mask fast enough when she's just woken up from a night terror.

[scarletttries]

NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant + Sex Tape: (prompt list here)

(part two of these 'recording' headcanons)

- After the heart-warming success of his first accidental intimate recording with you, Stephen would find himself revisiting that tape over and over again. Any time you have to leave him for a weekend alone, out comes his little camcorder so he can eagerly relive that special night and try his best to make up for missing your touch that night.

- But as much as he loves that precious gift you left him, he can't help but want to make a new one, something you both create together and maybe even equally could enjoy together on another night. He wouldn't be able to ask out right though, instead he'll drop a dozen tiny hints, mostly about how much he loved that first tape, and how incredibly beautiful you look when he's making you feel good, and how much he loves you, and loves having that precious memory documented to relive over and over.

- You'd of course give in to his less than subtle suggestions pretty quickly, his response to your video just the sweetest thing you could have imagined, and feeling so safe with Steven that you don't have a single worry about that footage going anywhere, or looking less than perfect, or anything like that because you know that man respects and worships every cell of your being.

- You pick a date for your very special date night, picking out a new set of lingerie for the occasion (and because it's so fun to surprise Steven with something new and watch his little brain immediately melt down to a mumbling mess.) By the time you get to his flat there's more candles lit than in a cathedral, and he's spent a week's pay of a very special bottle of wine that you once got as a present and so generously shared with him, on a night you two passed giggling sweet nothings to each other.

- After a glass of that sweet thoughtful gesture you two find yourselves all hands again, so giddy with excitement as you stumble towards the bed that you almost forget to turn on the camera, Steven reluctantly pulling himself away from your lips just long enough to oh so kindly ask,

"Love, are you sure you're alright with this? We don't have to if you're worried at all, I'm just so grateful that I even have one video of you. Or that I get to do this with you at all." You cut him off before he can start monologuing about what a privilege it is to be in your life in any role, the lovestruck man staring at you with stars in his eyes, so in awe of everything about you.

- You suitably reassure him that you feel just as lucky to love him, and finally you start the camera filming, pulling him towards you until you're confident he's framed in the shot, slowly moving your lips to his neck. As you lick and kiss your way along his throat, drawing soft strangled sighs from the nervous boy, your fingers trace down his shirt and start pulling it at his buttons one by one, until finally you can push it off his shoulders and reveal his broad chest to you and the camera. You can't stop yourself from running your hands over his muscles, looking forward to rewatching this moment and stopping Steven from folding inwards or hiding himself from the camera. You can tell he's still up in his head a bit, not as passionately exploring your form like it holds the secrets to the universe the way he usually does.

- Trying to draw his focus, you tip him back on to bed and climb on top of him, pulling your dress over your head and giving him a full view of the special outfit you had on underneath. His jaw drops and his eyes practically shoot out of his head as he starts excitedly babbling about how 'truly perfect you look' and how 'every colour seems to have been made for you', and suddenly his stage fright is forgotten and he's pulling you back in for a kiss as his fingertips trace along the lacy fabric, before slipping underneath your panties and rubbing slow circles against your clit. You find your hips moving in time with his rhythm, the excitement of knowing Steven would be able to watch this moment again enough to heighten the sensations. As your temperature starts to rise and your thighs start to twitch you make a point to arch your back and gasp out his name for the camera, immediately earning a groan from Steven as he starts to buck against your hips.

- You pull his fingers out of you with a whimper, and make quick work of undoing his belt and sliding his pants down his legs until his manhood springs free, letting you take a long slow lick of him that has Steven panting and begging for more. As you slip your lingerie to the side, mounting his lap and hovering just above his leaking tip, you notice his eyes drift behind you, the red blinking light pulling him back to reality from his throws of passion.

- Less than pleased that Steven is able to look anywhere but up adoringly at you, you slam your hips down against his, taking his full length in one breath and clenching down on him at the deliciously full feeling of having him buried inside of you. Right on cue his turns his attention back to you, gazing up at you in shock as you cup his face in your hands and state very clearly in your most seductive pur,

"Now Steven, the least you can do is keep your eyes on me."

"I'm sorry love, I just remembered about the - but it doesn't matter, I promise, I only want to look at you." Taking mercy on him, you start to roll your hips, before you finish your negotiations,

"That's good to hear, because any time you look at that camera, I'm going to stop moving." You pause your riding in emphasis as his gaze turns pleading, nodding quickly and begging you to move, promising to be good as you go back to sliding your hips against him, drawing out louder and louder groans that start to fill the room around you. You watch as his eyes trace along your content face, your bouncing chest, your wiggling hips, and finally your glistening entrance where he can see himself glide in and out of you, your own excitement dripping onto him with each thrust. It's almost too much to take and he feels his climax quickly approaching, his fingers returning to strum against your clit as he tries to hold off his release. Then his eyes dart behind you for a split second and suddenly his building pleasure starts to drop as you still your hips, desperate apologies falling from his lips in a plea.

"I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to, please keep going, you feel so incredible..." His core is aching with the tension bubbling inside it, so close to release and having no choice but to let you sit there on his throbbing erection until you see fit to forgive him. Luckily for him it's very hard to act mad at those puppy dog eyes, and when his touch feels so good between your thighs you know you won't be able to hold off much longer either.

- "I just need you to keep those beautiful eyes on me okay Steven?" You sound merciful, and he lets out a sigh of relief, until you add "and definitely don't let them close."

He's about to ask what you mean when suddenly you start bouncing on him with every ounce of strength in your thighs, riding him faster and harder as you feel him start to tense beneath you. He keeps his eyes firmly locked on yours, mouth hanging open in sheer ecstasy as he watches the confident smile on your face start to fall into an o as you get closer and closer the edge. He works you with his fingers, holding back his own climax and praising you as you climb higher and higher, finally crying out his name as your wall clench around him, your whole body shaking with the overwhelming release as pleasure washed over you. Steven is right behind you, his hips lifting up off the bed as he erupts inside you, legs trembling and hands clutching at your waist, making sure you can't possibly climb off of him.

- You collapse against his chest, resolved to spending a little longer with him deep inside you, Steven's arms only coiling around you tighter as he presses soft kisses to your forehead and pants out that he loves you so bloody much.

- It takes a little while for either of you to get up to turn off the camera, Steven finally volunteering to leave the bed, only to grab the camera of its stand, step back towards you, aiming the lens at your satisfied face before letting it drift down your spent body, stopping when he sees his own load drip out of from between your legs and feeling himself start twitching with excitement again. The last sound the camera picks up is Steven mumbling quietly to himself, "how did I ever get this lucky?"

[es46]

Submas Prompt: Not even Hours - 2

- "Are you okay?" Ingo's been hearing that a lot lately. He knows they mean well. After all, he doesn't look as well as he should for a man who, so far as everyone knew, had never been plucked from his time by the Creator and thrown into the distant past. How could he explain that? Yes I am very well, I'm only struggling with the psychological ramifications of realizing my years in Hisui mean nothing because, from your perspective, I never left Ingo has tried his best. He's pretending to suffer from a low-level sickness, and he's been exploring every avenue of improving his image. Hair salons, spas, anywhere that could make his skin look less worn, his hair less greyed. And Ingo does have comfort knowing none of his family and friends had to mourn his absence. But it's difficult. "Are you okay?" Elesa, honing her skills in the Battle Subway. She's seeking to join the Elite Four, so when time allows, she trains. Having just won, Elesa fixes Ingo with a piercing gaze. She's noticed the way his posture drooped, a shadow of dread flickering in his eyes. Ingo tries his best to stave off the worst memories of Hisui, the aura of the shadow atop the mountain, but sometimes it crawls in his soul. He smiles uneasily, feigns stomach ache. He's been eating a lot to compensate for his time in the past, conveniently, and it's not necessarily a lie. Elesa doesn't seem to buy it, but Ingo distracts her with talk on her hopeful proposal to Skyla. As expected, Elesa flushes and starts babbling on what to do for Skyla, what ring to buy, - Ingo tunes her out, brings himself under control. He's okay. "Are you okay?" Skyla herself. She's in Nimbasa more often these days, running collaborations with Elesa, and there she found Ingo sat on a bench, staring blankly out across the park. Ingo hadn't expected her and jolts when spoken to. His mind is pulled from Hisui, a dreadful cold and great cliffs, to Nimbasa's brightness. The concern in Skyla's eyes is close to palpable; she's never known Ingo to jolt. He smiles uneasily, feigns a dizzy spell. Too much time on the Ferris Wheel. Skyla relaxes, smiles and nods, and chatters cheerfully about her own experiences on amusement rides, like the rollercoaster- Ingo tunes her out, brings himself under control. He's okay. "Are you okay?" His own brother. In their home, Emmet sets down a dinner platter on the coffee table, eyeing his brother with an odd expression. Concern, kindness, disappointment? It pains Ingo to look at a face that shouldn't be three years younger and realize he can't read Emmet like he used to. Hisui was too much. This is starting to be too much. Ingo averts his eyes, looking back to the TV. The volume helps to keep Ingo focussed on the now, away from Hisui's howls. He mumbles some excuse- headaches, leg cramps- but this time Emmet isn't dissuaded. "This has gone on for a while, Ingo. Surely you have spoken to a doctor by now?" "I have, Emmet. They think it merely a persistent bug. I'll be fine if I eat well and rest often." Ingo doesn't like the way Emmet's eyes narrow. Of course his brother can still read him well, even if deep down he may doubt the lines on Ingo's face, the darkness behind his eyes. Surely Emmet is suspecting there is something worse here. But what could Ingo say? You are right, brother, I am not fine. In the span of three hours from your perspective, I was seized by Arceus and stricken by a brutal time for three years. Ingo can't say that. Emmet is talking again, wanting to arrange another visit to the doctor, wanting to accompany him this time. Ingo can't tune him out, so instead he blocks. "I am okay, Emmet. I just need time." The words come out harsher than intended. Emmet falters, briefly hurt. Regret stings, but Ingo excuses himself and rushes to his room. In time, this had to get easier. Arceus owed him that much. But for now, Ingo will sit on the edge of his bed, hold his head, and repeat. I am okay. I am okay.

[thewitchblue]

Praise kink sub!Tim Drake, fem!reader, unprotected sex

Tim 100% has a praise kink. You can't convince me otherwise.

"Hey, Moony?"

You ask as you wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head in between his shoulder blade. You watch a smile spread across his face as he turns away from his computer to face you.

"Yes, sunshine?"

You kiss him quickly before asking,

"I want to try something with you. Are you busy, my love?"

He gives a contemplating hum. He needs convincing to be dragged away, like usual, but you are always his weakness. He asks out of curiosity,

"What's the thing? You know I have an important case."

You bump him with your hip playfully. You kiss him again and softly say,

"I want sex, my moon."

He bites his lip. Now he's torn between responsibility and you.

"What are you thinking in that pretty head?"

He asks as he plays with your hair. You kiss his forehead with a smile.

"I suspect you have a praise kink that I want to explore."

He raised his eyebrows. Praise kink? He's not a very kinky guy compared to Jason and Dick (which he's stubbled upon too many times). He's never had a desire to explore much. You purr in his ear,

"Come on, pretty boy. Be my good boy for one round."

He huffs, but he was already curious. He can feel his dick hardening, so he might as well.

"Okay, sunshine. Have at me."

You give him a wolfish grin and dragged him to his bedroom, ignoring the stares from his siblings.

"Do not disturb!"

You called out at them before shutting and locking the door and finally pinning him to the door that you just shut. He's always been the submissive in your relationship, despite him being so much stronger and taller. You purr,

"My perfect boy. Just stay still and let me take care of you, pretty boy."

You grin as he blushes under your praise but obeys your commands and stills his body. He slips into submission so easily it almost makes you giggle.

"My smart, beautiful boy. I'm going to have so much fun with you, my moon."

Now he was throbbing hard. You haven't even touched him yet.

You feel a cocky grin spread across your face. Yes, he definitely has a praise kink and you are ecstatic about it.

Confident now, you trail kisses down his body with the occasional hickey.

"Look at you. My gorgeous moonlight."

He whines softly,

"Sunshine, please."

He needs you now. You both know that, but you decide to tease him,

"Use your words, moony."

His hip buck when you put your hand around his dick. It's like all thoughts left his head. You set a slow, torturous pace. You tsk when you only get moans in response.

"Moony, use your words."

He groans, but seemed to remember he needs to speak to recieve what he needs.

"I wa-want to be in-inside you, sunshine."

You give a small hum of acknowledgement before asking to clarify and tease,

"My mouth or my pussy, moony."

He bites his lip as you place teasing kisses along his dick. He needed you like he needed oxygen. Suddenly incredibly shy and embarrassed, he says softly,

"I need your pussy, sunshine."

You purr with a smirk,

"Good boy. That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

Your smirk grows as you only get a whimper in response. He was lost in your torturous touch. You stand up and drag him to his bed. He babbles his thanks numerous times as you drag him the short walk.

"Moony, you just lie down and let me take what I need."

He obeys and watches as you strip with eager eyes. He begs with a small pout,

"Please, sunshine. I need you so badly."

You purr,

"Oh, moony. I'm going to fuck you stupid."

He nods repeatedly. He loves when you push him past his limits and turn him into a pliant mess. You kiss him with bruising force while straddling him.

You tease him for a moment, simply pushing his tip in while sliding along the length. His hands twitch at his side, but don't try to guide your movements.

He hisses when you finally slide him inside you. His grip on the blankets tightens but refuses to grab your hips. You say,

"You're such a good boy. You follow every order so well."

He had tears in his eyes as you ride him faster. He could only moan in response. He could combust at any moment. You could tell he was getting closer and closer, so you take one of his hands and firmly place it on your clit.

"Rub."

He scrambles to obey. He sets a pace to match yours and watched in adoration as your rolls eye back. He can tell you're getting close. You always get more dominant when you are close to cumming.

You bite your lip hard when you cum. Waves after waves of pleasures rushes through you. He lets out a choke sob. He knows he can't cum until you tell him too.

"Moony, where do you want to cum?"

You ask him. You know he's so far gone, so you hold his face in your hands together to ground him. His eyes beg as he says,

"In-inside, please."

You nod your confirmation and place a gentle kiss on his forehead. He always prefers to cum inside you if he is allowed to. You tell him,

"Cum for me, moony."

He whines and moans loudly as he cums nearly instantly. You grind your hips together the way he loves it as he cums.

He pants as he finally calms down. You smiles fondly at him and place numerous kisses along his face. He looked almost embarrassed as he says,

"I guess I do have a praise kink."

You laugh softly as you cuddle him.

"I knew you would, moony."

He laughs as his arms finally wrap around you. You yawn softly and say,

"Let's cuddle and worry about your mess after."

He clicks his tongue. You can tell he's torn, but you roll your hips against his again, and that shuts him down. He can deal with the cum later.

The two of you fall asleep cuddling and wake up to the screech of horror from Dick when he bursts into Tim's room in the afternoon after picking the lock. Oops.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

okay but WHAT IF

engel asks for a custom dildo specifically molded after his cock. könig gets it, he understands, she gets lonely when he’s not around, and as a gift he does allow her that one thing.

but suddenly, one day, while getting freaky, she pops the question, “what if i used your own cock on you?” and something like, “will you let me fuck you if i had a strap with your dick on it? will you take it like i did?” and she’s not even being dominant about it, she just babbles it out all cutesy and needy just how he likes it cause she knows that he could never say no to her when she’s like that.

and könig is just so conflicted. he wants to say no and abide by traditional norms of sex, but it’s his engel and not only that, but… you can’t tell me he wasn’t even remotely curious about exploring that particular side of sex, a woman lovingly fucking another man with a strap, something about being able to be completely and utterly vulnerable with her on that level, and feel pleasure from it all too… it’s like she’s reawakening something in him that he’s been shoving down for years because… issues…

what will könig do?

YES YES YESSS!! ❤️

I was thinking about this exact scenario and you're so lovely to send me such poetry about this because König getting pegged with his own dick?!??! I'm biting the dry wall, the screen, the bars of my enclosure because this would make his brain tick and itch and *explode*. Because:

1. Engel is a freaky girl and would def suggest something like this and in such a cute, adorable, innocent way too that König nearly melts on the spot.

2. And you're so right: he can't say no to her. He can't deny his sweet angel anything so of course she gets what she wants.

3. The thought of trying his own dick also does things to him. He doesn't know what it is and why the fuck would he even want to try it, but hey, it is what it is and he's going to take it like a man. (We already know it's his suppressed homoerotic tendencies having a ball here but would he ever acknowledge them in any way? Haha nope. Also even the thought of trying his own cock gives him some sort of sick satisfaction 👀)

4. "Will you take it like I did?" combined with Engel's *innocent angel blinking* would be the last straw. He can fucking take it, no problem.

5. König looks all but confident when the time comes though. Nu-uh, this was a big mistake, a huge mistake, what the hell, how can Engel take all of this—

Meanwhile Engel is like "Baby, are you okay? 😥"

König: "Ja ja ja, keep going, all good..."

6. Even with the proper prepping, the abundant encouragement and soft giggles he receives from his sweet angel, it's an arduous business! Most extreme things he has ever done, and that's saying something...

But because Engel is a sweet little thing, she makes love to him very gently and he ends up cumming in record time, all over himself, after sweating a bucket and gritting his teeth and shedding a few tears of love and frustration and pleasure ❤️

Engel looks a bit disappointed because "Already...?" :(( Does this mean no more pegging...?

(And also: did she do well? ❤️ Will she get treats and praises and kisses now? Maybe some fingering and tongue, pwetty please?)

[msmargaretmurry]

wait no get on your they DO make sense soapbox about matthew/leon please!!!

okay, just for you and @irrelevanttous and the several anons who asked once i said no one had asked about them yet ❤

to be clear, obviously this is a ship i enjoy a lot and find very compelling, but i'm not going to try to talk other people into liking it. i just find this kind of stuff interesting and fun to talk about. i know it's the annoyingly popular ship and if someone has decided it's too annoying or not for them at this point, they're so valid. as a person who wasn't into basically every other super popular hrpf ship in the past 15 years i know intimately how it feels to not be into the popular ship so like. godspeed and good luck 😂

what i DO want to talk about is how i see people throwing around the ideas that as a ship it doesn't make sense, it's not based in anything, it's not the kind of ship that's ever been popular in hockey fandom before — because that all feels ahistorical to me? and i just wanna babble thru my feelings a little, please bear with me.

so first of all, rivalry ships are foundational to hrpf and sports rpf in general and like. fandom in general, you know? sid/ovi, sid/claude, mceichel are the big examples that come to mind but even smaller ones that got a lot of chatter but not a lot of fic like ladd/kesler back in the day. enemies to lovers is a classic trope for a reason. people love that shit. people have always loved that shit.

it is imo unexpected that the ship kept going so strong after matthew got himself traded to florida and we mostly stopped getting content, but also when a ship gets really popular it's not weird for it to mostly run off vibes instead of canon content. you see it in media fandoms all the time, and i would actually say all of the past really popular hockey ships at a certain point were running more off fanon vibes than "canon" content even for teammate ships. and people complained about that with those ships, too, so matthew/leon is not unique in that way 😂 like, it's fine to think it's annoying or wish the fic were more closely aligned with your own headcanons or perceptions of real life. but it's not a unique phenomenon at all!

anyway, on the "it doesn't make sense" "it's a ship based on nothing" front... it is extremely based on things though? i know a lot of people got into the ship after matthew's trade to florida or toward the end of his time in calgary so i think it's very possible that they truly just don't know that when matthew was in calgary, every battle of alberta was content. the ship is very much based on a very observable and specific interpersonal rivalry dynamic that developed over six seasons and had a few highly notable public moments!

obviously it doesn't have the same level of "canon" content you'll get with a ship between good friends and teammates but that's fine! it's a rivalry ship! mceichel was built on way less. sid/ovi was built on barely more, but the heyday of that ship ended while the rivalry was ongoing so it wasn't as noticeable. rivalry ships are not about "look at all this content that proves they're in love," they're about "wow those guys hate each other. it would be hot if they fucked." which is as equally valid a reason to ship something as anything. with matthew and leon, it's helped by them being guys that a lot of people also find individually compelling and so the idea of constructing narratives to explore that relationship (or make them fuck nasty) is really appealing. if it doesn't appeal to someone, that's also fine! but that doesn't make it based on nothing.

(sidenote though to say that i also think it's fine to have ships based on nothing. you're allowed to smush any hockey men you want together for literally any reason. this is rpf. the most "evidence-less" ship is just as fake as the most "canon" ship because there is no canon. it's rpf. it's all fake. none of that is real. shipping is not a contest. everyone please remember that it's all fake and the showrunners won't make any of our ships canon. except willy and pasta, apparently.)

(also sidenote to say i think it's actually fine when mattdrai fans themselves joke about the ship being made up. it's just self-awareness — with a rivalry ship you do have to do a lot more work making up the trappings that keep your guys together for your little stories! doing that work is part of the fun!)

anyway. matthew/leon does not need me to defend it, and that's not what i'm trying to do here. i don't need people to like my ship, i liked it plenty before i knew how many other people also liked it. but i have been a little irked by those narratives flying around because, you know, they're not true? you can dislike the ship and ship other things without doing lies on the internet about it? so i needed to speak my truth. and like, if someone is sick of matthew/leon and wants a different matthew ship or a different leon ship to be the next big thing, i hope they pour themselves into writing for that ship and find friends to join them! so that i (a person who will read almost anything) have a wider variety of stuff to read about my guys!

i do have a lot of thoughts about matthew/leon as a ship and as a trope dynamic and as individual characters, and the different ways people write them and feel about their dynamic and characterization, but we will save that for another post. because this post is already so long 😭

[oddballwriter]

The Moon Boys as Dads

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Warnings: The moon boys being girl dads and mentions of Jake teaching your kid how to fight a bitch 

Author’s Snip: This would happen eventually. It's been bubbling in my mind since I've started writing for Moon Knight. It's inevitable, everyone in this fandom wants to have their babies.

Notes: I genuinely think that Jake's part is the only one that would be troubling but let's face it. If Jake had a kid, especially a daughter, he's going to teach her how to fight and send the to the ER or to the scale  

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Okay. First thing I need to make straight. I understand that the idea of them having a son is deep. Have it that it heals some of that inner child in Marc and thus the rest of them. And I think that idea is lovely. Honestly can't get enough of it, gets me in the bullseye of my feels

But these men are such girl dads, all three of them

So we're gonna go slightly off of that

Steven Grant

Steven strikes me as the type of guy who just fits into the family man role so well

Absolute proud stay at home dad who has a million photos of all of his kids energy.

Yep, that's right, kids, plural, he wants a bunch of them

He understands and respects if you want just one or two but... like...

He's so good with kids, come on, episode one where he was talking with the little girl??? You can't tell he's not great with kids. He can handle a gaggle of kids if you'd be okay with having a bunch with him.

"One for each of the us" is a joke he'd make

But let's go with the perspective that you have a daughter with him

Already he's just obsessed with her as soon as he gets to hold her

Kids are very chatty, which is great because Steven's chatty and also listens, so if your daughter is talking about her day at school then he listens and nods along.

He'd also do this with her as a baby when all she could do was babble. He'd just listen to it and say "And then what?"

Steven, although he can be quite sassy, is naturally very polite and I'm pretty sure that rubs off on your daughter. He teaches her proper manners like saying "please", "thank you", and "excuse me"

Teaches her about Egyptology because of course he does, you think he's not going to give her those kids books about Egypt? You think the egyptology nerd isn't going to make his kid an egyptology nerd?

If she takes on another interests that's fine too but you think you aren't going to have one more dork in your house?

He praises her all the time for being interested in so many things.

Not to make him sound like one of those dads but he's glad that his kid reads books

Marc Spector

I'll save you what you've heard before. Marc is unsure, Marc is worried that he's gonna fuck up, Gods have mercy on Marc, blah blah blah

And sure I'll go in on it a little bit too

Marc is of course worried about how well he'd do at parenting since he still has some emotional and mental scars that haven't fully been patched up or wounds he's too scared to lick

But hey, he knows what not to do, and that's at least something

He might helicopter parent a little, maybe even a lot, when your daughter is little, especially if she gets her adventurous side early and it's really strong

You and the boys might have to remind him that she's a kid, she's gonna want to navigate and explore what's around her and maybe she'll do something dumb and get hurt a bit

As long as she knows what's dangerous and what's gonna earn her a band-aid

Marc's good when she's a kid but I feel like he just feels more comfortable when she's older, like teenager age

I actually feel like he'd be one of those dads who gets it in his kids head that they can still be a teenager and do teenager things but don't get into any trouble or do something really bad

"Focus on school and stay away from those groups" type of dad that really just means "Don't get Fs in class and don't get arrested."

He's letting her make mistakes and grow from it but he's not gonna baby her either

Marc won't entirely be the "No boys allowed" type of dad either. But if she brings a boy home for any reason, even if the boy's just a classmate that she's doing a project with, then he's telling her that the door stays open till he leaves or they do the project and research in living room or whatever

He's so proud of her too. He makes sure she knows just how loved she is and that he will always be there

Marc actually wants to be the type of parent where whenever his daughter gets in trouble or make a mistake that she thinks "I need to call my dad." instead of "My dad's going to kill me."

Jake Lockley

Jake would have said he wanted a boy but that's a lie he wants a girl first

I can see both Marc and Jake not really being the types to keep their kid in gender roles, neither is Steven if his daughter wants to do things that are considered masculine or boyish then he won't stop her he just sort of defaults to thinking that she'd want to do girly things, but Jake is the type of dad that wouldn't care if he has a daughter he's gonna teach her how to stuff and to take shit from no one

She's going to be a spitfire if Jake's her daddy, that's for sure. A real Buttercup.

She once got in trouble for fighting a boy in her grade because he was making fun of her and he scolded her when you were around but he was secretly so proud

When she's older he teaches her how to fight people and defend herself, I mean he already told her to do that when she was younger but back then it was kick, bite, and scream. When she's a teen it's teaching her how to right and left hook and disorientate

Fuck, she's probably good with a knife too

Jake knows that your daughter can handle herself pretty well but he's still going to be protective over her

If she has a relationship and they put their hands on her that person's just straight up dead

She might know how to aim for the vitals and wash blood off her clothes but she's still his little princess

[bunnyboowrites]

𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽 ☆ 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 

a/n so i haven't been getting any interaction and i had to write something else to keep myself from thinking i'm a horrible writer. Also if you wanna request something pretty pls just ask😏. Something short and sweet.

Zoro x black!reader x Sanji

Warnings - mmf threesome, Eiffel tower, face fucking, subby sanji, panty sniffing, unprotected sex (please be safe), creampie, creampie eating, squirting, slight anal play, spelling and grammar errors.

"What did I say?” He said as he slammed his hips into her ass, his hand pushing her head into the sheets. She couldn’t even think, babbling and begging. Big fat tears running down her cheeks as she let out chants of Zoro’s name. 

      “See that shitty cook?” he runs his hand over her fat ass cheek clapping back against him. He gave it a rough smack and Sanji whimpered as she spoke a coherent sentence after what felt like a lifetime “please– Sanji, please just ask him” she reached out to the blonde, his fingers interlacing into hers. Sanji was burning, her scent was driving him crazy; he was trying to figure out how he went from sneaking into her room to find a pair of used cotton panties and being caught with his cock in his hands by the green haired swordsman. 

     Zoro had dragged her away from Robin and Nami to fuck her brains out and show Sanji what he couldn’t have,  and he bent his best girl over to dive into her perfect cunt. Zoro forced Sanji to put the  garment over his nose. Her natural smell made him so hard that he couldn’t help but feel humiliated from the precum leaking from his tip. 

    Y/N was about to burst and Zoro smirked and slipped out of her pussy, running the tip over her clit “don’t forget your place sweetness, just because this stupid pervert is watching” she could almost cry “Please daddy please let me cum, you make me feel so good” she moved her hips back to meet his teasing; wanting more friction. Zoro just chuckled and slammed back into her, reaching around her to rub her clit, he was hunched over her; sweat dripping from him  onto her perfect brown skin. 

     And she could only think about how it was too much. Sanji's desperate whimpers, Zoro's deep grunts and curses, Sanji had taken the opportunity to grope her chest. With a loud squeal her pussy pushed zoro's heavy cock out of her with a stream of liquid. Zoro laughed at the puddle that had formed and grabbed the back of the blonde's head pushing him down to the liquid “suck it out of the blanket curly brow” Y/N felt her cunt twitch at the words. Sanji let out a deep groan and began to suck her sweet nectar. Zoro bullied his way back into her pussy, grunting with each thrust he felt himself getting closer to his peak. Looking down to the cock drunk girl beneath him he finally fell over the edge, continuing his deep strokes with a moan of her name. 

“Such a good fucking slut, taking all my fucking cum so deep in that little cunny” he laughed. Slipping out of her and placing his eyes back on the cook “you want to fuck her ?” gripping the blonde locks in his hand and dragging him to be face to face with her leaking pussy. “Eat it, and then maybe she would want a pathetic perv like you use her perfect pussy to get off” Sanji wasted no time pulling the panties from his face and diving in, his face being warmed by her asscheeks; clenching the fabric in his fist Her pussy was so warm on his tongue and he could only think about how good it would feel on his dick. Y/N could only whimper pathetically feeling his wet muscle exploring her intimate parts. 

 Zoro made his around and grabbed her chin, forcing her to make eye contact “do you think you can take both of us princess?” he asked, they never usually fucked this rough. He just wanted to stake his claim over her, she was his; his toy to build up and destroy all in one breath. “I wanna be good for you daddy” she whimpered right back a grin crawled up his face. He was stroking his half hard dick and held it to her lips and she opened wide, just like he trained her to do. 

  “Oi blondie fuck her pussy already, bet you cant even make her cum” he taunted through his clenched teeth. Sanji was quick to pull his pants down letting his cock free from its torture. With a wet ‘shlick’ing sound he pushed his bright pink tip in between her folds hearing her quiet moans begin again. Sanji isn't as thick as Zoro but he still hit as deep, he gave quick rushed strokes.

      Obviously he was only chasing that perfect finishing feeling, he let some spit fall off of his tongue and onto her tight asshole pushing a thumb into her. The moan that escaped around Zoros cock had him cursing and trying to hold back his second orgasm. Her face was pornstar level filthy as her pussy pulsed around Sanji. His last thrust pushed so deep as he dumped his load inside her. Zoro saw his sweet cum slut looking up at him through her long lashes and that was all that it took. Zoro threw his head back and gave a loud moan of her name. 

  All that was heard was their breathing and the waves crashing against the ship, Y/N was twitching against the bed as Zoro looked to Sanji before snatching the soiled pair of pink cotton underwear from his hand. “Don’t you ever come around my girl with your pervy shit again curly brow” Zoro gave him a shove towards the door “now get out, before i throw you overboard for being a sicko”

☆ Who won? It was rigged😊

[skyloftian-nutcase]

From the Shadows (pre-LU whump)

@nancyheart11

Summary: Twilight encounters a black blooded beast for the first time. It doesn't go well.

(AO3 link)

It was a bitterly cold evening. The coming of winter brought winds from the northwest, and though it probably wasn't excessively frigid, Rusl was still accustomed to the warm summer. The home carried a damp chill, and the blacksmith found himself huddling by the fire after a hard day's work. Hana sat on his lap, babbling happily while playing with her toys, while Colin helped his mother cook dinner. The dull light that could pierce through the clouds was steadily fading as the hidden sun slowly set beneath the horizon.

Rusl hummed absentmindedly, though he couldn't quite maintain a tune, but his daughter didn't seem to mind. His mind drifted passively from thought to thought, settling on wondering what Uli might be whipping up in the kitchen, when there was some sort of ruckus outside. Cuccoos were squawking, a horse was whinnying very loudly - what was going on?

Rising, Rusl told Hana to go to her mother just as he and Colin headed for the door together. The cold slammed their faces as Colin got there first, and Rusl felt his blood freeze with it.

Epona was running amok in the village, panicked. She was fully saddled and bridled as if Link had been out riding, but now there was no Link to be found while his steed was in a frenzy.

Ilia, who had also come out due to the commotion, rushed to the horse first. Many of the villagers peered out through cracked doors, anxious and curious. Colin got to Epona next while Rusl looked around for any sign of his ward.

"Sshh, it's okay," Ilia hushed gently, petting Epona's head while she stomped in place nervously.

"Where's Link?" Colin asked worriedly.

"I... I don't know," Ilia answered. "I didn't even know he'd left the village."

Rusl eyed the steed sharply, looking for clues while worry curled in his gut and clenched at his heart. It wasn't a promising sign for Link's horse to be in such a state. The animal was unharmed, but he saw traces of clues: a small branch caught in the saddle, a half open satchel of supplies partially used.

Link had been exploring, or fighting, and something had gone wrong.

The resistance member reentered the house, brushing by a worried Uli and grabbing his sword and shield. He layered up clothes and some armor while Uli approached him.

"Rusl?" she didn't have to ask what was wrong. Her tone and eyes asked everything she needed to.

"I don't know what happened," Rusl answered. "But something's wrong with Link. I'm going to find him."

Uli swallowed, hands wringing anxiously as she looked back outside. "Please, be careful."

Rusl paused, watching his wife a moment. She never argued his choices to leave for missions or operations, but he knew how much it weighed on her. She wanted to make sure Link was well too, but he could sense her fear at the sudden shift in mood, at the hasty decision to drop everything and enter an unknown peril. He cupped her cheek, guiding her eyes to his. "I will be. I promise."

Uli smiled a little, leaning into his touch, before stepping away so he could finish. Rusl headed outside to see Colin armed with a sword and a cloak.

"Colin," he started, but his son cut him off.

"I've been training," Colin immediately argued. "I'm coming too."

Rusl bit back a sigh. His boy had always been eager to help ever since the Twilight incident, and adolescence had only added defiance to eagerness, making it all the harder to keep him safe. There was little time to argue, and... the boy wasn't wrong. His sword skills were quite good.

It didn't make his father feel much better about the situation. He already had one son in danger. He wasn't keen on putting another one in the same circumstances.

"Colin--"

"Every minute we spend arguing, Link could be dying!" Colin interrupted.

The teenager wasn't wrong, but Rusl still felt uneasy. "Fine. But you ride Epona, and the second I tell you to get out, you listen. Understood?"

Colin swallowed, paused, and then nodded. Rusl felt a little at ease with that - his boy was honest, and thankfully had inherited a bit more of his mother's reason than his father's stubbornness. Although he had certainly done some foolish, harebrained things, he would listen to his father.

Rusl grabbed his own horse and the pair headed towards Faron Woods with well wishes at their backs from the villagers. He reached out, letting his hand rest gently on Epona's head. "You'll have to guide us, girl."

Colin pat Epona's neck, urging her forward. At first the steed was obedient, but the farther into the woods they went, the more nervous and hesitant she became. That meant whatever had caused the initial scare had to be close. Despite already being on alert, he tensed even more, eyes searching for clues.

He didn't have to search for long. The earth was scarred, claw marks and chunks of dirt thrown like lacerations in the skin of the land itself. The birds were silent. Epona nickered, taking a step back. The oncoming darkness of night gave the trees sinister silhouettes. Rusl and Colin's warm breaths hovered in the chilly air, the only apparent sign of life around them.

"I've never seen the forest so still," Colin commented quietly, a slight tremor to his tone. He reached hesitantly for his sword.

Rusl's own mount began to grow nervous, ears peeling back, hooves playing uneasily with the earth. The air felt distinctly colder. The swordsman drew his blade, and his son followed suit.

"Let's keep moving," he said, guiding his steed forward with a tap of his heels.

Eventually it grew so dark that Rusl was squinting to see anything, and he brought out his lantern. It seemed to be of little help, creating ominous shadows that seemed to creep ever closer as they moved. Epona nickered again, and then she picked up her pace. Rusl followed closely, eyes alert for danger. His eyes picked up on silky strands that glowed in the lantern light, and his insides started to crawl.

Colin gasped ahead of him. "Link!"

Rusl's gaze snapped straight ahead, his horse breaking into a canter to get to the front, and then he leapt off as he took in the sight before him.

Link was on the his back, splayed out across smooth stone, pale and shivering, blood staining his green tunic as his hand clutched his upper abdomen. His eyes were half open, already noticing Rusl and Colin's approach.

"Pa," he whispered as Rusl fell to his knees beside him.

"What happened?" Rusl asked, looking the young man over. The worst of it from what he could tell was a bad gash on the boy's head and whatever wound he was trying to hold pressure against on his abdomen. Rusl quickly pulled out a bandage from the first aid bag he'd grabbed and gently tried to guide Link's hand from the injury.

"They're... strong..." his boy tried to explain, coughing. "P-Pa..."

Rusl hushed him gently, hand wrapping around Link's wrist. "It's going to be okay, Link, but you have to let me see the wound."

"I'm... glad you're... I didn't..."

Rusl grew more worried as Link didn't seem to listen. He again tried to move the young man's hand, watching blood stream from beneath.

"Pa...?" Colin called hesitantly, and Rusl looked up, gasping and nearly falling backwards.

Eight eyes watched him, beady and black as coal, two incisors chattering excitedly beneath them. Rusl immediately grabbed his sword and shield in time to block a quick strike from the large skulltula. The force of the attack sent him on his backside, and Colin leapt forward, jabbing at the beast with his blade. The giant monster hissed, taking a few steps back before pressing the attack again. Colin yelped, dodging a blow, and Rusl quickly leapt to his feet to stab and cut one of its legs. He saw that one had already been chopped off entirely, and he recognized multiple sword slashes in the beast's body. How was this thing still standing?!

"Colin, protect Link!" Rusl advised, trying to press the offense and push the beast farther away from his boys. Colin grabbed his lantern and set it beside Link, lighting the area better so Rusl could see his opponent.

Link watched the fight with exhausted worry, eyebrows pinched but too weak to do anything. He turned his attention towards Colin as his little brother stood over him defensively. "Colin."

The blonde teenager jumped, startled, and looked down at Link. "It's okay, Link! Pa and I will sort this out."

"It's too... strong," Link advised, shaking his head slowly. "E-Epona..."

"Link, it's going to be okay!" Colin insisted, gripping his sword more tightly.

Rusl emphasized the point when he managed to land a stab right at the joint where one of the beast's legs met its thorax. That should cripple it nicely. The skulltula hissed and screamed, the leg in question giving out, before another swept across the ground, slamming Rusl in the ribs and sending him flying.

Colin called out, rising and ready to run to his father, and Rusl waved him off, blinking stars out of his vision. Link's hand finally left his wound to wrap around Colin's ankle, catching the boy off guard.

"Epona..." he tried again. "Bag... potion... Pa can't... fight it alone..."

Colin looked frantically between his brother and father. Rusl was still down, trying to catch his breath as the skulltula advanced quickly. Making a decision, the teenager rushed back to Epona while yelling to get his father's attention and warn him.

Rusl felt his head spinning, but he could hear the hasty footsteps of the beast, and he readied his shield in time to avoid getting bitten by its massive fangs. The onslaught was constant now, though, one bite after another, legs moving to position him more easily for the kill. He rolled away, grimacing through the damage to his ribs, but he eventually hit a tree and had nowhere else to go without getting up.

Gritting his teeth, Rusl let out a yell of defiance and pain as he rose, only to get smacked down again by one of the beast's uninjured legs. His world was beginning to spin, and he'd ventured too far from the lantern light to see properly anymore. His veins filled with ice as his mind registered this was getting out of control. He rose again, shaky, and jabbed blindly with his sword to create some distance. The skulltula retreated a hair as intended, and he could barely make out its silhouette in the darkness.

A snarl filled the air, something dark and fast rushed into view, slamming the skulltula to the ground. It crumpled with a shriek, legs sprawled and flailing. Light illuminated the area as Colin ran into the clearing, lantern in one hand, sword in the other. He stabbed at the beast's thorax once, twice, thrice, and it still wailed and wiggled, trying to right itself and continue the fight.

The dark, snarling thing that slammed into the beast stumbled into view, and Rusl could make out claws and paws and matted fur before the light around it was snuffed into nothingness. The light reformed with a hiss, and Link was crouching in their midst, trembling and bloodied but up and moving.

"Give me the lantern," Link hissed, grabbing it and smashing it over the beast, flames licking at the monster as it screamed. Link brought his blade down and cut the creature's thorax clean into sections, and the skulltula finally grew silent and still.

Everyone blew out a collective sigh of relief.

Colin broke the silence first, running to his father. "Pa, are you okay?"

Rusl watched Link turn to look at him, his own face cast in shadow, exhausted and filthy and wounded. The Ordonian took a shuddering breath, feeling his own chest scream in protest, and his world finally stopped spinning. He placed a shaky hand on Colin's shoulder, looking hisboy over and seeing that he was unscathed.

"I'm okay," he finally said. He would be better if he could get his racing heart under control. He'd never had such trouble fighting a single beast. He... was about to die if Link hadn't stepped in. His mind was caught in a spiral between concern for his boys and fear at his own mortality having been thrust in his face so unexpectedly. He'd faced death a fair amount, but not when the stakes were so high, not when his sons were right there.

Spirits above. They could have all died just now.

One of them was still hurt. He needed to help Link.

Rusl got to his feet, his body trembling, and he squeezed Colin's shoulder reassuringly. The flames on the skulltula were feasting happily, but they would soon extinguish so long as the Ordonians moved the dead leaves away from the corpse.

"We should go," Link advised quietly. "I'll guide the way. My wolf eyes can see in the dark."

Rusl stumbled somewhat unsteadily towards the young man, not acknowledging his words for a second. Both his hands went to Link's face, holding him steady with his gaze as he looked him over. How the young hero was suddenly standing when he'd been barely able to slew words together before was disconcerting and confusing. He was still wounded, wasn't he? The blood indicated as such.

"I had a potion, Pa," Link explained, putting an equally unsteady hand on the man's chest. Rusl saw the hand was stained, but the blood... why was it black?

He had far more questions than answers, but Link was right. They needed to go. They couldn't handle another fight like that. Rusl felt his heart skip a beat at the thought that something so dangerous had been anywhere near Ordon Village.

Link stepped away before Rusl had a chance to speak, crouching to the ground as shadows encased him. A wolf exited the darkness, shaking himself off a little with a small whine. Link couldn't hide his emotions or his wounds as well in this form, and it was clear he was in pain.

Reality snapped into place around Rusl, and he quickly kicked the leaves away from the skulltula's body, advising Colin to do the same. The last thing they needed was to burn down the forest. Link dug little trenches around the massive body. After a few minutes of work, the three were satisfied enough to leave the body burning, fire lazily crawling across and consuming as it went.

Epona nickered and ran forward to greet them when they made their way back to the original clearing. Rusl saw his horse waiting anxiously in the background. Epona and Link touched noses briefly, the wolf's tail wagging slowly.

"She got us," Colin explained. "She ran back to the village."

Link let out a small noise, licking tentatively at Epona's muzzle, and the horse nuzzled the wolf's face briefly.

"We need to go," Rusl finally said, mounting his own horse with a grunt of pain. He wanted nothing more than to let Link ride with him, but the boy wasn't wrong in that they needed a guide out. It was now night, and the crescent moon did little to guide their way, particularly with the cloud coverage. Colin got on Epona's saddle, and Link slowly began to limp through the forest.

As they moved, it gave Rusl more time to think and worry. How much blood had Link lost before he'd had a potion? Where had this beast come from, and how was it so powerful? Skulltulas were unpleasant, but they'd never been more than a nuisance unless in groups. Perhaps there had been more? Rusl hadn't seen any others, alive or dead.

Dead. Dead. He could have died, and worst of all, it would have left his boys at that beast's mercy. Rusl took a steadying breath, wincing again at his ribs.

He was getting too old for this. Facing his mortality hadn't been this terrifying since the first time it had happened. Then again, it didn't happen all that often. The last time he'd felt such fear clutch at his throat was when the Twilight invasion had started. He'd been nearly beaten senseless, and though he had been afraid for his own life, he had been far more terrified for his children.

But his children hadn't been present for that fight. Here they would have died if he'd failed, and he'd nearly failed.

He needed to contact the others about this. He'd never encountered such a beast, and he couldn't fight another alone. Link hadn't been able to fight it alone!

The sound of Ordon Spring soothed his worries a little, reminding him that they were somewhere safe now. He pulled back on the reigns to stop his horse, and the movement caught his boys' attention.

"Change back," Rusl ordered as he dismounted.

Link watched him a moment, intelligent blue eyes practically glowing in the dark, and then he complied. The young man shuddered, already crouching on the ground, and toppled over to his hands and knees. Rusl knelt down to hold him steady, helping him readjust to sit on the ground instead. Colin was at his other side in an instant.

"Did the potion not help?" Colin asked worriedly, not quite accustomed to the effects of such magical draughts.

"I'm okay," Link assured his little brother tiredly.

"We'll be sure of that when we get home," Rusl added, wrapping an arm around him. "You're riding the rest of the way, Link."

His eldest looked like he was going to argue, but a squeeze around his shoulders silenced him. Instead, he sighed, rising alongside Rusl. There was still some fight left in him, though. "It's not a long walk, Pa."

"Then I'm walking with you," Rusl countered, equally as stubborn as his boy.

"Me too!" Colin insisted.

"This is dumb," Link whined. "The horses--"

"Will follow," Rusl interrupted. "You want to walk, let's walk."

The farther into the village they went, the more at ease everyone became. Ordon held a peace to it that couldn't be easily described, except that the place radiated safety and peace and home. The symphony of crickets and gentle trickle of water eased Rusl's worries about any beasts following, allowing him to focus all his attention instead on ensuring his boy was alright.

Uli was waiting for them when they came home, medical supplies already at the ready alongside some milk. Her face was pinched in worry, but it relaxed a little at seeing everyone at least on their feet. Her eyes scanned the three quickly, and Rusl felt a twinge of guilt and gratitude mixing uneasily at the realization that she was well accustomed to searching for injuries by this point.

Colin escaped the fussing for the most part, aside from just the fact that he was the youngest. He insisted at least three times that he was unharmed, even lifting his tunic to prove it, and was sent to the blanket pile awaiting him in front of the hearth, a cup of milk in hand anyway. Link was next, immediately swept to the couch and told to lay down and take his shirt off. His unsteady gait had both his parents on high alert, and though it was evident that the potion had indeed done the trick (goddesses above, those had been puncture wounds, that beast had actually managed to bite into his boy), it was also evident he'd lost a faira mount of blood and possibly smacked his head. He was tentatively fed some milk and warm broth before Uli began to fuss over cleaning him up. Rusl helped her get Link out of his clothes and chainmail. As his wife wiped blood and grime with a warm, wet rag, Rusl examined the mail, looking at the breaks and resolving to repair it.

The warm water and soothing touch from his mother soothed Link into a half asleep state. Though Rusl knew Uli would prefer just outright giving Link a bath, the simple cleaning was more than enough for the chilly night, and Link's pride would only allow for so much fussing. Eventually the young man was snoring softly on the couch, dressed in Rusl's spare clothes and swaddled in more blankets than Rusl could count.

Rusl sighed in relief, the last tension finally draining out of him, and he dragged his feet to the table. His gaze moved between his sons, both of whom had fallen asleep. Colin was too big for Uli to carry anymore, so he tiredly resigned himself to the task, wincing as he rose.

"You're hurt," Uli said, and Rusl felt like it was possibly a death sentence in itself.

"Uli--"

"You're hurt," she emphasized, tears starting to shimmer in her eyes.

Spirits above, he couldn't make her cry. Rusl went to her, holding her reassuringly, and insisted he was fine. To prove his point, he moved to pick up Colin, trying to hide the pain from his face.

Uli was always a patient and gentle woman. She rarely expressed negative emotions outwardly - instead, it usually came up in her silence, in her melancholy and lack of energy. However, there were still times where it came forth, and she always expressed it in the worst ways possible.

His wife was hardly ever angry, but she would get disappointed.

"Don't," she said, her body stiff, breath short and choppy. "Don't pick him up. You'll set a bad example. They'll think it's okay to ignore injuries."

"Uli, I--"

"Do you want them to get hurt like this more? To hide it and make it worse?" And oh, if it wasn't the disappointment, it was the guilt and tears. Rusl felt exasperated and penitent all at once. He sighed, putting his pride aside and slowly sitting back down.

Uli burst into tears. Rusl immediately rose to go to her, and she pushed him back down.

"I'm sorry, I just--I get so worried," Uli sniffled, muffling her already soft sobs in a handkerchief.

"I know," Rusl said quietly, guilt eating away at him. "I'm sorry too."

Uli pushed a bottle of milk towards him wordlessly, fighting to regain her composure, and Rusl drank it without argument. The couple took in the silence and each other's company, and Uli settled beside him at the table as they watched their children sleep.

"We almost died out there," Rusl said suddenly. He cursed himself and was thankful that the words spilled out all at the same time; he didn't want to worry Uli, but he needed to say it. "That beast... I've never... it makes no sense. It was far more powerful than any skulltula I've ever seen, and it bled black blood."

"Black blood?" Uli repeated. "What does that mean?"

"I don't know," Rusl answered honestly, his gaze settling on Link. The milk he'd had warmed him from the inside out, mending and soothing the ache in his chest. Finally able to take a deep breath, he pulled Uli close as she rested her head on his shoulder. "But we'll figure it out together."

The pair sat there, taking comfort in each other, and a gentle silence hung in the air, holding the oncoming cold at bay.

[fiona-fififi]

As a neutral shipper the break-up scene hit me hard because it was SO REAL. I just hsd a break-up like that... I was her first, and wouldnt be her last... And you can see the little sprinkles of T always having a foot on the breaks... Heartbreaking

See, this is how it felt to me, too. I found it raw and real, and very much exactly what I expected. No villain. Maybe some hurt, but the kind that was unavoidable, and also maybe a little hopeful in the way that Tommy was letting him go because he was able to recognize that he was never going to be it for Buck (and I really do think that writing was on the wall from their very first kiss).

And it's interesting, because as someone who is bisexual, and probably some flavor of demi, who really had no interest in ever entering a relationship before my person showed up and turned my entire world upside down, I absolutely do NOT believe that someone can't know what and who they want without exploring sex or relationships with other partners. So I can also see why people are uncomfortable with the way things played out, but I really do think the show tried very hard to make it clear that they weren't playing into the stereotypes, but rather playing into what Buck needed, as a character. And I really do think it all tracked for who he is and what he's been searching for, and I actually think there's something important to be said for the fact that the show didn't take the easy way out and try to pretend that realizing his sexuality was all Buck needed to fix himself. Because I really do think that if this had been the one that stuck for him, that would have been the message they were sending, and I think that's kind of a reductive take on sexuality and happiness and identity.

And I don't begrudge anyone any frustration or hurt over this, of course.

But I also think that this is a very real experience for many people, and while it is not my experience, I actually felt they handled it in a way that was respectful of both characters and their needs.

(With that said, I will say that it felt like this breakup belonged somewhere last season, and I do think they did the relationship and Buck's arc a disservice by drawing it out while failing to actually develop that relationship, but that's neither here nor there in relation to your ask.)

And I'm just babbling at this point. It really was a heartbreaking moment.

I'm sorry about your breakup, and I'm sending you all the love!

[kata-sans]

Raising Stripe

Chapter 26

Stripe was back to his troublesome self. The choking incident had not deterred his curious nature and he was eager to explore Nana's house to the fullest. His Dada seem to keep a closer eye on him since the accident which only mildly annoyed him. Anytime Stripe tried to crawl away from his dada's sight, he was immediately scooped into his arms.

It was fun at first but Stripe wanted to wander around and find where Grandpa was hiding. He had located Mama and Nana in the kitchen during his escape attempts, but Grandpa was still missing. Stripe tried shrieking to get his attention but Grandpa still didn't respond. As Stripe planed his next escape attempts, the front door was forcefully opened.

“WHERE IS HE!” Yelled a new voice.

Stripe was mildly frightened and his first instinct was to hide, but his curiosity was too much. He crawled towards the sound to catch a good look at the stranger. Peeking out from behind the couch, he could see his Dada approach a young woman with bright ginger hair standing in front of the open door.

“Geeze Trish, you trying to get the cops called on you?” Craig teased the lady.

“YOU! How dare you keep it from me! I’ve been waiting forever for this and YOU have the nerve to lie to me!” She yelled at Craig.

“What the hell are you yelling at me for you psycho?” Craig asked, becoming annoyed.

The lady crossed her and stomped her foot. “Don't act clueless. Dad told me everything on the ride over.”

She pouted and turned away from Craig and finally noticed Stripe hiding behind the couch. Her face changed immediately and she squealed in excitement. In three long steps she picked up the baby and squeezed his cheek against hers while calling him a cutie.

Stripe whined at the sudden and aggressive affection he was showered in. He was thankfully yanked out of her hands by his Dada.

”Careful! He's not a toy.” Craig scolded the woman.

“Oh! He's just so cute! I can't believe you didn't tell me about him. I can finally prove I can totally be a great aunt!” Tricia squealed with excitement.

“Not if you keep scaring him. He's sensitive around loud noises.” Craig explained as he soothed the baby currently pressing his face against his shoulder.

Tricia agreed to tone down her excitement. She used a softer tone and gently rubbed the baby's back to make Stripe more comfortable. Stripe's curiosity slowly overcame and he started peeking out at the strange lady. She was pretty like Nana but had bright red hair like Grandpa.

“Hi sweetie. I'm your Auntie Tricia. Your Daddy was a meanie for keeping you a secret.” Trisha spoke with a baby voice.

Stripe giggled at her strange tone. He was starting to like her. He babbled trying to get her to keep talking with her funny voice. Tricia laughed and continued to speak using her baby voice.

Craig watched equal parts amused and annoyed by his sister's childish antics. He eventually trusted his sister enough to let her try holding Stripe again. This time, she held him gently making sure he was comfortable. While holding the baby, she asked about the whereabouts of Tweek and Laura.

“They were missing some ingredients and left me in charge of the oven.” Craig responded with a shrug.

“Is that why it smells like something's burning?” Tricia asked.

Craig cursed as he ran to the kitchen. Stripe giggled watching Dada run. Tricia muttered idiot under her breath as she followed him into the kitchen. She then laughed as Craig burned his hand trying to pull out the tray without any gloves.

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Finally the Tucker family was gathered around the fully spread table. Everyone's mouth was watering at the sight of all the wonderful food. Tricia was asked to lead grace before they could dig in. By the time she finished, Stripe began to bang the high high chair impatiently making everyone laugh at the hungry baby.

Tweek served him a plate with mashed carrots, bite size pieces of rolls, and pieces of turkey. Stripe quickly dug his fingers into the carrots and shoved his coated fingers into his mouth. He happily kicked his feet enjoying the sweet taste on his fingers.

He looked around the table and noticed Nana picking up a tray and passing it to Grandpa. Auntie Tricia also picked up a tray and passed it to Dada who transferred it to Mama. Stripe looked down at his plate and picked up a piece of roll. He turned to his mama and held out the meal. “MAMA, AHH!”

Tweek accepted the piece and thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. Stripe continued to eat his meal while occasionally offering Tweek his food. Tweek would humor him and add the food back to his plate. When Stripe's plate was empty, he began to rub his eyes.

Craig picked up Stripe and handed him his bottle. Laura and Tweek followed Craig into the living room. Tricia and Thomas would join them after clearing the table. They settled on the couches and picked up their conversation from dinner while Stripe slept in Craig's arms.

“Craig, your father and I wanted to ask if you and Tweek would like to host Christmas this year. It's been so long since we've seen South Park and I miss some of our neighbors from there.” Laura said with a nostalgic expression.

Craig looked at Tweek silently asking him to respond. “Of course Laura! It will be easier on us not to travel with the baby. Stripe still doesn't like being strapped down for long.”

“Speaking of Stripe. I know you said your friend was working on changing him back. How is far along has he gotten?” Laura asked hesitantly.

Craig was caught off guard but answered honestly, “Well Kenny said he is still making a list of all the stuff he threw out from the accident. He thinks Stripe managed to avoid the more toxic formulas but still wants to check him next week just to be sure. He's hopeful it won't take more than three months.”

Laura's face fell, and she fruitlessly tried to mask her disappointment. “Oh well, I'm glad I will still get to have a grandbaby for Christmas at least.”

Craig and Tweek looked at each other uncomfortably. They knew how eager Laura was to have a grandbaby. Stripe had been a source of joy for the family and they had also grown to enjoy parenting. However they felt selfish forcing Stripe to be something he's not.

Ch25

Ch27

[professorspork]

For your stuff-what-I-wrote ask, a blast from the past... I adore your Portraits series, have reread it many times. But this one in particular has always stuck with me...

It doesn't stop Angie from being surprised when she wakes up one stormy night on the floor, with Peggy on top of her and a gun to her temple.

"What the—Peggy!" she gasps, struggling to talk when the air's been knocked out of her. Her feet are still tangled in the sheet; she's well and truly stuck. "Oh Christ, oh Christ…"

Outside, rain lashes against the windows.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Peggy demands, voice harsh in a way Angie's never heard before. The muzzle of the pistol—the one Angie'd thought it was so funny Peggy kept under her pillow—is cold against Angie's skin. She can feel the weight of it, its solid realness, and she tries not to panic don't panic don't panic—

"Peggy it's me, it's Angie, wake up," she coughs, still trying to catch her breath.

"Shut up!" Peggy shouts, before flinching as another loud crash of thunder booms overhead.

Oh.

"It's just the storm, Peg, you're dreamin'. It's not real, it's not real, it's not real," Angie babbles in a desperate rasp, reaching up blindly for the bedside lamp switch. She can barely see Peggy's face in the darkness; she's certain Peggy can't see hers. "Just lemme—"

Peggy's hand whips out, pinning Angie's wrist to the floor above her head. "Move again and I'll shoot!" she snaps, but it's a lot less cool than before, a lot more hysterical, and somehow… somehow knowing Peggy's scared means Angie doesn't have to be.

"You're not gonna shoot me, hon," she wheezes as calmly as she can, not moving a muscle. "I'm Angie, and you know me, and we're safe. It's okay. But I need you to put the gun down. I'm not gonna hurt you. And you're not gonna hurt me. Okay?"

Peggy blinks once, twice. "I—"

"Put the gun down for me, English. That's it. Put it—"

"Angie," Peggy breathes, eyes clearing, and Angie hears the safety click on just before the gun falls to the floor. Peggy scrambles to the other side of the room, chest heaving, trying to put as much space between them as possible. "Oh my god. Oh my god."

awww HI CARTINELLI

okay so this was 8 years ago, I shall endeavor to cast my mind back to say more than just what I imagine is the obvious.

so this is the second fic in the series. the first had been from Peggy's POV about Angie, because that's what I was most interested in at first. Angie, being a new character, was just this wonderful mix of blank-slate newness and incredibly distinctive specificity that I was keen to capture and put my mark on; you'll notice that Angie's backstory is rarely identical in any two of my Cartinelli stories, because there were so many options I wanted to explore.

By the time I came around to wanting to do the sequel, which is from Angie's POV about Peggy, it was... calling it salty is probably overstating it, but by the time I wrote it the fandom had grown in size considerably and I felt like there'd been quite a bit of drift and that I was often seeing Peggy written as OOC in various ways. so I wanted to figure out what my truth was, and something I knew I had to cover was Peggy's PTSD. it's very present on the show in a way that I appreciated, and wanted to delve into; Peggy's so strong, but like many naturally strong things that can also make her brittle, even fragile, when she's subject to certain pressures. and she hates failing, so of course she'd want to hide that.

Peggy often plays the noble sacrifice card, isolating herself from others because she thinks knowing her is a burden and a danger, and this was the absolute gut-punchiest way to externalize that. In many ways, her fears are reasonable; in many ways, it's not even herself she's rejecting because she feels so hijacked by it, when it happens. it's not something she can control, and of COURSE that scares her.

but whereas Peggy sees that as a personal failing, Angie takes the much more reasonable stance that things out of your control are out of your control. it's not something she blames Peggy for, and once she's able to get out of immediate danger-- which she certainly perceives as very real-- she draws that line.

[elisaphoenix13]

The First Mooey Interaction

They didn't know why they hadn't thought of it sooner. Maybe because Tony wasn't that much into the country life-the lake house was country enough for him-or maybe because Stephen was reminded of his not so great childhood. But the way Valerie was attached to that stuffed cow of hers…they knew they had to take her to see a real one. So they pushed their own minor discomfort aside and planned with the rest of the kids while keeping it a secret from Valerie to visit a farm.

She knew something was going on, but even William wouldn't tell her. When she was very obviously hurt about being left out, he assured her that it was a surprise and she wasn't being left out. She still clung to him and Stephen more than usual after that though so it was hard for them to discuss any possible details.

But they made it happen. Tony talked to Clint who had a neighbor that had farm animals and was more than happy to let them visit. So Stephen opened a gateway to Clint's farm for quick travel and they were greeted by the Barton family as well as Kate.

"I really need to remember to give you a call whenever I need to travel," Clint jokes after the gateway closes.

Stephen snorts. "Only for visits and emergencies. I'm not opening a gateway to Hawaii because you want to go on vacation."

"I'll take what I can get." Clint squats down to Valerie's height and smiles. "Hey kiddo, we've got a special surprise for you."

"Surprise?" She asks softly.

"It's a little bit of a walk but I promise it's worth it."

Valerie made a face at the mention of a long walk but it was obvious her curiosity won over.

"No, no Lulu! Stay–and there she goes," Tony suddenly says before Lucy starts running off with a happy screech. Ever the wild child. "Honey, I'm too old to be chasing two year olds."

"Better get your stretches in," Stephen responds with a smirk.

Laura laughs when Tony sighs heavily. "Need some help?"

"I got her!" Thomas exclaims before dashing off. Of course it took under a second for the teen to return with his sister, and she didn't look too happy about her exploration being so rudely interrupted.

"Wanna play!" She whines.

"You'll get to play in just a minute Lulu," Tony says as William picks up Valerie.

"I'll carry you for a little bit. How does that sound?" He asks Valerie.

"Okay Liam."

"Alright, let's get going so the kids actually have time," Clint announces. "Lead the way Barton spawn!"

"Dad…" Lila sighs and rolls her eyes before linking her arm with Diana's.

"Daddy does it too. He calls us a brood." Diana says as the large group starts their way across the fields to cut across to the neighbor's property.

It was at least a mile hike to leave Clint's property and when they got to the trees, there was a demand to take a brief respite at the small creek. Tony and Stephen wholeheartedly agreed since the water babbled so nicely, and the kids were more than happy to splash around in it once Laura reassured them it was safe. Peter and Harley played with the Barton kids and Diana while the twins kept the younger two girls entertained. Lucy took every chance she could to run up, down, across–at some point Tony swore she did a flip but it could have been a very enthusiastic belly flop–and she never seemed to run out of energy.

He thanked whatever god that was listening that Thomas had the ability to keep up with her because he sure as hell didn't. At least Valerie was content to squat near the water and let the water run through her fingers. She even had a frog approach her and inspect her curiously for a couple of minutes before it hopped away.

Tony didn't even bother looking over when one of the older boys yelled before there was a loud splash. Nobody else was alarmed and there was laughing so he simply enjoyed the shade with Stephen. He had to admit that the creek had its own charm compared to the lake and maybe he could put one in on the lake property for the animals. At the very least. Sometimes Athena and Flynn didn't like swimming as much as Emir did and even the kids were rambunctious in the water.

"You're putting a creek in at the lake house aren't you?" Stephen asks, interrupting Tony's thoughts.

"What makes you say that?"

"You have that planning face. Last time you had that look, Lucy had her own bounce house made out of Peter's webs." 

"It was fun!" Thomas says. "Dunno how we didn't stick but it's a quick trampoline without permanently taking up space."

Stephen rubs his eyes. "I'm still waiting to take Lucy in for an emergency visit to Christine."

"Nah, she'll just give you guys premature heart attacks," Harley yells from a few feet away before tripping Peter and making him fall into the creek.

Stephen simply grunted in agreement as the kids continued to play, but eventually Valerie's curiosity won over again and she asked about her surprise soon enough. So the kids wrung out their clothes as best as they could before they continued on. It took another ten minutes to close in on the farm and that's when William picked up Valerie again and Clint asked her to close her eyes. She did so without question and they all quietly entered the barn the neighbor ushered them into (he had been told about the plan and was more than happy to surprise the little girl), and by some miracle, the cows didn't make a single sound except for munching on their hay.

After William carefully set Valerie down, Stephen crouched next to her and said, "alright, you can open your eyes now."

Valerie slowly pulled her hands away from her eyes and all the adults watched in amusement as the curiosity shifted to surprise and then straight to glee as she gasped loudly…

Then screeched happily as she ran up to the closest cow.

It mooed in response and nudged her hands as she pet its nose and as everyone was still recovering from her uncharacteristic outburst. The only one that didn't seem bothered was the neighbor since he simply chuckled at her enthusiasm, but he didn't know Valerie like they did.

"I think it's safe to say that she's happy," Peter says after wincing from his little sister's outburst.

Stephen, on the other hand, was uselessly trying to free his ear of the screech that had been right next to his eardrum. "I didn't even know she could make that noise."

"I'm tempted to buy a cow now," Tony says as he watches Valerie interact with the cow.

"I love her too but no," Stephen sighs. "We'll need to hire a zookeeper at this rate and–" he inhales deeply. "No."

Tony chuckles. "I'll talk to Legolas and his neighbor about visitation rights."

Stephen nods, accepting Tony's kiss, and then joins the kids who had approached the cow to give it their own attention. It mooed happily every once in a while, especially when Valerie started to gently massage its nose and she giggled in response every time. Stephen didn't think any of them had seen her this happy before.

"Mama, look! It's Mooey!" Valerie exclaims, finally turning her attention away from the cow to look at him.

Stephen chuckles. "Do you like your surprise? Daddy and I thought you might like to see a real one."

"Can I have one?" She pouts, making Stephen stiffen minutely and have to mentally tell himself not to give in .

"No, darling, but Daddy is going to see if you can visit."

"She sure can." Clint's neighbor says as he walks over with a smile and crouches down to look at her. "I just talked to your Daddy and I told him that you can come visit whenever you want. It looks like Buttercup here really took a liking to you anyway."

"Did Tony tell you how she will be visiting?" Stephen asks and the farmer stands back up.

"Sure did. Says you have some fancy magic. Few years ago I wouldn't have believed you but after everything that's happened and since meeting the Bartons, I figured anything is possible. Just be sure to give me a call ahead of time so I know to expect you."

"Of course," Stephen says and then smirks. "I'm sure you'll be seeing Valerie often now."

"I'll teach her how to milk Buttercup next time around," the man promises. "Oh, name's Duke by the way. I'd offer you my hand but I've heard enough about you from Clint that I know about your hands."

"I…appreciate your consideration. I suppose you already know my name?"

"Pretty sure I know all of the Avengers by now," Duke laughs. "I even know that you're their matriarch."

Stephen rolls his eyes. "Clint would tell you that."

"No judgment here. You have a happy family and team and that's all that matters." Duke pats Buttercup. "Anyway, if you'd like, you and yours are welcome to stay and see the other animals and we could even gather around a fire. The kids like s'mores right?"

Stephen smiles. "We would love that…but I insist that we buy the s'mores stuff. Half of our kids are supers and two of them eat like three grown men. Not to mention there are thirteen of us."

"Fair enough. Now let's go meet us a pig!" Duke says loudly to gain the kids' attention.

"Piggy!" Lucy screams before bolting out of the barn.

"... we're taking her home covered in mud aren't we?" Stephen sighs as Tony returns, making the older man laugh.

"Oh, without a doubt."

"That's what the hose is for," Harley snickers as he passes them.

"Pretty sure she'll just take another mud bath." Kate points out and Stephen looks at Tony.

"Your daughter."

"Fair enough."

[rhineposting]

If you want questions about women, then I have questions about Kikimora. What do you think of her? And isn't it strange that she was able to eavesdrop on all the conversations between Phillip and the Collector, but didn't tell anyone about it? And how did Phillip (I'M REALLY SORRY, I'M SORRY), who knows everything that happens in his castle, not notice her?

FINALLY-

I mean. Wow, I was really looking forward to someone asking about her!

As always, more below the cut.

So. I could never really put Kikimora in one box, which made her all the more fascinating to me and all the more eager to explore her psychology.

In the end, I came to a conclusion that she's a rare case of both an Unsympathetic Victim and Perpetrator at the same time, which I rarely see explored in media.

Of course, she's a different type of unsympathetic victim than Hunter from that short series of headcanons and studies, but rather similar still. She too yearned for Belos' affections and recognition, even rushing to help when he almost had another one of his outbursts. She abandoned her family for a position possibly closer to him (and she's already high up, even above Lilith) but most importantly...She was jealous of Hunter.

While being actively aware of the abuse he endured behind closed doors. While knowing what happened to previous Golden Guards, and possibly the plans regarding the Day of Unity.

Yet she still wanted to be as close to Belos as possible, and nothing besides being told to go die by the object of her adoration changed her mind. To me, it seems like Kikimora projected some sort of relationship (is that the right word) onto Belos, and I still can't figure out just what kind of relationship.

Ruler and his right hand?

Closest confidant?

Devil on the shoulder and the listener?

There's also a small possibility for that loyalty to be underlaid with something else entirely, but I'm not certain if I'm equipped to talk about it. Sometime ago, someone in my notes made a somewhat distasteful joke about Kikimora's situation in reply to someone else and I have been thinking about it since.

Then, there's also the perpetrator part.

Despite her being in a cult just as much as everyone else in the Emperor's Coven, she was pretty much the Chief cultist, without doubt verbally abusing scouts working for her at every occasion. On top of that, when in Agony of a Witch she saw Lilith returning from the Owl House, she seemed entertained by the possibility of her meeting with the Emperor going wrong and rubbed it in her face.

There's also the Hunter situation. Again, she knew everything. And she still tried her best to make his life worse. She still chose to bring him back to Belos.

Even though she's clearly a victim of propaganda and manipulation, that doesn't stop her from being both complicit and a perpetrator of abuse directed at others. A walking contradiction, which makes her all the more interesting to me. Is she an opportunist or a naïve fool who thought she could befriend the owner of the boot at her throat?

Guess we'll never know.

Now, as for why she didn't tell anyone about the Collector, I can think of three reasons.

Her loyalty to Belos, rooted in the belief that he above all else knew what was right and what was not.

That knowledge being exclusive to her could have proved useful later, babbling it out would have done her no good. Of course she didn't get to use it, but anyways.

No one would believe her that the Emperor keeps a child god from outer space in his workshop. Just writing that feels absurd.

As for how Belos supposedly didn't know...I think that's not actually the case.

In the Eclipse Lake episode, his one line of dialogue about Kikimora having her little schemes implies that he knew she was around and eavesdropping, on top of that planning on getting higher up the hierarchy. However, confronting her about it could have possibly deprived him of an important resource if she decided to desert or rebel, so he played along.

Right up until he didn't need her anymore, as she was supposed to be dying in the next few minutes. That would be the most logical and efficient way to go about it, I think.

As for my personal opinion of her, I want to throw her at a wall and put her brain until a microscope. I want to know and understand her thought processes so, so badly.

Final rating would be 7.5/10 as there's still very little to go off.

Thank you for asking.

ALSO I'M STILL NOT A THERAPIST OR A LICENSED PROFESSIONAL IN PSYCHOLOGY OF ANY KIND!!!!

[barbwritesstuff]

I know you get a lot of Sergei love, but I just really wanted to add my own to the pile. I think I've been following you and playing the demo from the start, and hadn't even thought of him as an RO cause he wasn't presented that way. But then the asks started up and you mentioned considering adding a route for him and I got so excited.

I'm 40, you see, and while it's very fun creating a cute 20 something stray and getting to run around in their shoes, the younger ROs don't resonate as much with me personally cause old. They're all adorable and i love them so much (so so much!), but romancing Sergei just added so much more immersion for me. You did an amazing job writing a route that I wasn't sure would work with his trauma, but it's beautiful and messy and perfect and so very human. And very respectful of his experiences.

I'm babbling and i know it but you're a lovely person who deserves to feel more confident in your writing, so i wanted to tell you how much it means to me and to let you know that you have already had more reach than perhaps you realized.

You're good at this and you deserve success. Don't worry about responding unless you really want to, I'm on anon cause I'm hella shy so there's zero pressure. Plus I'm probably being weird idk, I just thought you might need to hear some of this.

(Oh yeah! Side note! And btw you can totally use renpy to make text only games if you don't wanna deal with sprites. It's a little more involved than twine to learn, but it's very stable and has a wonderful and helpful community. I'm so glad you're giving it a shot!)

Thank you so much for sending this message, anon. I know I've been posting a lot of silly stuff recently, but it's really nice to get such positive and genuine feedback. I'm really glad you like Sergi. As an older character, he does bring something quite special and unique to the table, which is a big part of the reason why I decided to go ahead and make him an RO. It's really great knowing that he feels genuine to you, especially with the trauma he experiences in the story.

Also, thanks so much for being here and supporting my writing. I am still self conscious about my writing but sharing Blood Moon both here and on the forum has been a HUGE step for me and has made me feel way better both about my writing, and about myself. Back in 2020, if someone had told me I'd be publishing a massive Choicescript game, plus running a tumblr blog, and a KoFi account in a couple of years, I would not have believed them. It's been amazing. I hope I can keep learning and growing this way for years.

Also! Yeah! I noticed there is a way to make ren'py display as something closer to a novel rather than a visual novel. I'm really excited to play around with that more. I think ren'py is a really good tool and I love how functional things like the load/save function is (which seems silly, but coming out of Choicescript, that's a huge plus). I'm really hoping I have time to explore more with it this year and maybe write another couple of short games to share.

[zappsbrannigan]

Ok gotta give my sincere review or just opinion because it was the only episode i cared about, personally i dont like futurama as a whole anymore but i only care about Zapp, i always thought he was the only character from the CC's run that didnt suffer a severe flanderization and...im pretty much like #1 fan or just really devoted to him so yeah..when ive heard about the episode title i had fear cus, i didnt want the writers being more harsh as it should.

Honestly Zapp is a really interesing character that needs to be explored besides "haha perverted", in the comics they show ya his past and is somewhat heartbreaking...anyway I'd love to make a post about how he is the result/victim from a corrupt goverment also he is really disattached from the reality...but ok, gotta focuss in this episode...

Ok gotta give my sincere review or just opinion because it was the only episode i cared about, personally i dont like futurama as a whole anymore but i only care about Zapp, i always thought he was the only character from the CC's run that didnt suffer a severe flanderization and...im pretty much like #1 fan or just really devoted to him so yeah..when ive heard about the episode title i had fear cus, i didnt want the writers being more harsh as it should.

Honestly Zapp is a really interesing character that needs to be explored besides "haha perverted", in the comics they show ya his past and is somewhat heartbreaking...anyway I'd love to make a post about how he is the result/victim from a corrupt goverment also he is really disattached from the reality...but ok, gotta focuss in this episode...

I'm glad the writers did stick with a simplier premise and the pacing was good! Ngl, past episodes have been kind of boring or they add jokes that arent funny or they dont use the characters properly, i liked how the durian thing it wasnt just a "lolsorandum!!" joke and was more or less useful??

Leela it wasnt...sorry for the word and adjetive she wasn't a betch, is nice the freela is stated as a formal relationship but the Momazon and the Covid's episode werent....exactly showing a healthy relationship...so this time Fry acting as a friend and ALSO a partner might act it was -indeed- cute (I did like the final scene with the photo), Bender...gotta be sincere I dont like the character so I'm glad he wasnt' stealing attention and when he appeared it was ok-ish...anyway, pretty much did something in the episode and i like that!! it felt natural...and oh wow, i liked the concept of these aliens so much...yeah i like when they focuss on space/alien stuff than maths for justify something (gets boring with the time, u know).

I'm glad they went for the route of Zapp tastin a bit of his own medicine, isnt exactly character development but it was fine to see, and....I'm sorry but the shower scene and Zapp with wet hair looked hmmm yeah appealing to me :$, i expected something really humillating so im more than pleased with this! Why the rest of the episodes can't be that fun?? :(

Gotta try to make some fanart and babble a bit there and there when i feel physically better (i got sick ;; )