#( i'll never be your chosen one | muse )

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

I don't know if you're taking requests, but I'll take a chance haha, I read His Girl and became completely obsessed with Garrick because of you haha, could you make Garrick possessive/jealous of the female reader he says he hates, pleeease?

Well... I caved in. As always it's not exactly as the request but still something along the lines. 🤍✨🫧

Silent worry

"These are the petrol stations for today, hand them out to the squads", Garrick dropped a stash of papers next to you. You frowned at him instantly, "Our squad is supposed to be on a rest this week", you grunted, flipping through his plan. "Things change, hand them over. The first squad is supposed to leave in fifteen minutes", Garrick said bluntly.

"No they are not", you say firmly, and Garrick instantly raises an eyebrow at you. "I'm second in charge. You run this shit through me. They are not ready and will not fly. End of the conversation, Tavis", you pushed off the wall trying to size him up but in all honesty, who were you kidding? The guy was at least twice your size. His power was lethal. He didn't listen to people ordering him around. Unless it was Xaden or someone from the upper management.

"I gave you an order. You're not gonna follow through?", Garrick leaned over you. You hated that the height difference allowed him to look down on you lime that. You bit the inside of your cheek. You knew that you had to follow his orders but this was unheard of. The same squad that was supposed to fly now had only come back hours ago. Most of the cadets were still asleep.

"I'm telling you that I don't agree with your decision", you said through gritted teeth, "As a section leader you should know better". That was enough to ear a growl from Garrick. "You're getting too comfortable in your own position", he snarled, "Forgot what tasting dirt beneath other's boots felt like so quickly?". You know that Garrick can see the hurt that flashed through your eyes. You flex the muscles in your jaw. No, you were not gonna break beneath this man's gaze.

"Knock it down you two", Xaden's warning voice boomed as he and Bodhi walked towards you both. You drop your gaze yet you could almost swear that Garrick was about to say something but he had chosen against it at the very last minute. "Why are you too bickering once again, huh?", Bodhi draped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him playfully but the tight smile on your face didn't ease. More anger, however, flared in Garrick's eyes. Gods, you were done with this. Pushing Bodhi's hand off you. You shoved the papers into Garrick's chest, "I'll form a squad myself and we will leave when I say that we leave", you hissed, sparing him one last look as you pushed past them.

"Was this necessary?", Bodhi asked as he moved to lean against the wall. "No one asked for your opinion, Bo", Garrick huffed as he looked down the balcony at you rushing down the stairs. "You're too harsh on her", Xaden mused. "We don't cuddle cadets, Riorson", Garrick bit back coldly. "Right, but she's a friend. A part of our close group, not some newbie", Bodhi noted firmly, clearly getting fed up with watching you two bickering back and forth no doubt. "She deserves better from you, man", Xaden tapped his shoulder as he turned to step away. As if Garrick didn't know that himself. But he wasn't grown on love. All he had was Xaden and then along the way, they found people they could trust. But emotions... Let's just say managing them had never been his strongest asset. "Fuck it", Garrick grumbled as he pushed away from the railing, turning to the stairs. Bodhi chuckled in the background, "Don't forget to tell her that you love her", he shouted from behind, only earning a vulgar gesture in return.

He had just rounded the corner when Chradh's voice echoed through his mind. Save yourself the running, she already left. Garrick let out a frustrated growl, How many did she take with her? There was a beat of silence. Three, others declined. Declined? How dare anyone decline your orders? The squads were as much under your command as they were under his. Before you blow up and embarrass yourself, she gave them a choice. No, he was going to have a long conversation with you when you came back and Garrick was more than ready to remind you just how you don't ask but give orders.

What he didn't know was that he was going to get long hours of waiting. Filled with nothing but self-sabotage. You should have been back a couple of hours ago. No matter how much he tried Garrick couldn't focus on anything. He was clueless in the class that he paid zero attention to. He didn't hear most of his friend's conversations. Training had taken some of the toll but only for that time. Only while he was punishing. One swift hook under another. The bag cracked through the seams. "Right, tiger, step aside", Bodhi called out but his joke didn't land and Garrick had him pinned against the wall in the blink of an eye. Xaden quickly cut in, pulling at his lifelong friend, "Outside now", there was no question in his voice, this was a demand.

Garrick rubbed his hands over his face. The cool breeze helped but it also reminded him that the sun was setting down. Meaning now it was way WAY past the time you were meant to be back. "She will come back", Xaden said calmly, "So whatever that's brewing inside you now", he gestured to his friend, "let go of it because she will be too tired to deal with your bullshit". Garrick knew that himself without anyone having to tell him.

"You know", Xaden moved to stand next to him, "You're miserable company when Y/N is not around". They both snickered quietly but Garricks's face glazed over first. "And whatever that you're thinking now is not true", Xaden cut In quickly, "Not that you deserve any praise but she likes you just the way you are", "Fuck you", Garrick muttered, turning away from his friend, "Violet made you soft as fuck". Xaden only smirked, "I would do anything for her. We both have sharp edges and scowls but they see right through it".

He sat in the courtyard after that. Glaring at the darkening horizon as if that somehow prevented the night from settling in. You humans are unbearable creatures Chradh mused. Ask her dragon where they are. A chuckle sounded, I enjoyed watching you sweat way too much to do that. Garrick was about to fight back as the sound of the wings filled the sky. It had to be you. It had to. All other squads were back. He had chucked dozens of times. The moment your blue dragon came in view Garrick nearly sank to the floor. You were seated. Your posture seemed strong. You had to be fine.

The moment everyone dismounted Garrick stepped forward. Crossing the distance between you two. Your dragon merely rolled his eyes. "You three are dismissed", he said bluntly to the cadets motioning for them to get on their way. They slowly looked among themselves before their eyes fell on you. "I said...", Gaarick started again but you quickly cut in, "Go you guys, I'll see you in the morning. You did great", you said softly, offering them a tired smile, that they quickly returned. Shooting Garrick a dirty look as they walked past, already engaged in a conversation of their own.

Your shoulders slump slightly, "Let's hear it", you sighed, clearly preparing yourself for Gaarick's harsh words. That flickered guilt within his chest. Had he genuinely been such an ass to you lately, that him getting angry was all you expect? Garrick stepped forward, his arms instantly reaching for your body as he wrapped you up in his embrace. Your body stayed stiff for a moment. The shock of the situation kept you paralyzed before you muttered, "Garrick?".

"Just tell me if you're hurt. Did you get attacked? Does anything hurt?", he pulled away abruptly, looking you over. Your eyes fall on his wind-swept hair, "Have you been sitting here all night?", you asked him softly. He lost a breath himself, halting before he nodded his head. Your face softened as you reached up to cup his cheek, "You didn't have to, everything is okay", "You were meant to be back hours ago and we separated like that and...", a string of frustrated words slipped past his lips. You watched him for a moment before you stepped forward, pressing your head against his chest as you squeezed him to you. Garrick lost a labored breath, his own body relaxing before he pressed a couple of loving kisses along your hairline. Tenderly stroking your back. You looked up at him, "Worrying looks good on you", you teased him softly earning an eye roll, "You sound like fucking Bodhi and Xaden", he huffed but his tight smile curved upwards as you softly giggled. "Come on let's get you fed and washed up", Garrick pulled you alongside him, his grip not loosening on you as you two walked towards the main entrance.

[ttt-youngy]

Lollipop : S.JY

Summary : You please Jaeyun by using your mouth (for the first time).

Genre : smut, soft, romance

Warnings : Jake × F! reader (actress), established relationship, blowjob, titty fucking, nudity, mention of cum and genitals, almost a first time. MNDI

Count : 3,82k

You walk into your hotel room after escorting the spa girl out. As you enter, you pause for a moment to observe the three bodies spread out across the gigantic bed in the luxurious room your father had reserved for you. The bed was so big that everyone could fit in it without any problem.

-When did they fall asleep?-you protest, pointing at Jungwon and Heeseung’s girlfriend, addressing the only one awake in the room. You know that, under these circumstances, it will be harder to send them to their respective rooms.

-I have no idea, but the bed is incredibly comfortable, so I’m not judging them-, Sunoo answers, as he continues searching for something on Netflix. -You know? Aside from your mess, I don’t understand why you insisted that we use another room. This is clearly the best one out of all.

Sunoo adds as he gives you an inquisitive look and narrows his eyes.

-You were only going to share it with Jake, right?- Sunoo asks, catching on to the real reason you seemed so eager to empty your room. -What time were you planning on leaving us to go with him?

You roll your eyes, sliding down the bed to occupy the space that had been left for you, between Kim and Heeseung’s girlfriend.

-I haven't seen him since I set foot in this hotel. Obviously I had plans to meet him too- you say obviously, resting your head on the softness of the pillows and letting out a sigh as you feel your tired legs tingle at the incredible comfort.

-It's a shame, because this is officially a sleepover- announces Sunoo, selecting a movie after watching a few seconds of the trailer.

-It's a shame- repeats the girl next to you in a whisper, keeping her eyes closed, but with a mischievous smile appearing on her lips.

You part your lips, dismayed by the arbitrary liberties she just took.

-We never agreed that we would spend the whole night together. We were supposed to spend some time relaxing and then each of us would go to our corresponding room- you complain, although you also start to get interested in the movie that Sunoo has chosen.

-For how long? Until your boyfriend is available for u?-Sunoo retorts, taking a bite of the snacks resting on her chest. -I’m afraid you won’t get your way this time, little princess.-You huff, resigned, as you settle yourself into bed. However, you were beginning to reconsider your plans to see Jake. You muse on how even Nishimura Riki might get upset if Jake dared to leave their shared space until dawn to be with you. After all, Ni-Ki would probably want to spend time playing and relaxing with her hyung after finishing concerts in this foreign country. You didn’t want Ni-Ki to see you as an annoying intruder, nor did you want your new friends to feel used.

Your mind keeps spinning, remembering what Heeseung's girlfriend had told you when you went to find her in her room. Her comment had been direct and sharp, questioning you bluntly why you weren't with your boyfriend. But, the truth is, you were dying to see him too.

-Come on, don't be like that. I love you two so much, I even hired the skincare girl for us. You're not my second choice; I could be watching the game with him, but I also wanted to spend time with all of you-you say, trying to dispel the tension.

Sunoo watches you for a moment, and then his expression softens.

-It's okay, I was just joking- he answers, showing you his adorable smile. -But I'm afraid that pair really is asleep, and I won't dare wake them up. I'll leave that decision in your hands, or, you and hyung could agree on another meeting point.

You look at the pair to your left, and you feel absolutely self-conscious about waking them up, especially since they looked absolutely comfortable sleeping. Jungwon and Heeseung's girlfriend seemed to be in a deep, peaceful sleep, their breathing soft and synchronized, showing how comfortable they were at the moment.

You debate whether to wake them up or let them rest. In the end, you decide not to disturb their peace. They must be so exhausted, and guilt comes back to you when you remember that your friend had to extend her schedule for the contingencies of yours.

-Ash! I can't do it because they look so cute like this,- you murmur, turning your face towards the television. A small sign of indecision appears on your lips as you consider all your possibilities, except for the one of upsetting your friends.

Just then, the phone in your hand vibrates, announcing the arrival of a text. Curious, you unlock the screen and see a notification from Jake;

“I’ll be up to your room soon, the game is almost over.”

Your heart skips a beat as you read the message. You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. You look at your friends, at the TV, and then back at Jake’s message. You have no idea what the right thing to do is at that moment.

“My guests have no intentions of leaving, they overslept. So, I guess I’ll have to see you tomorrow before I leave.”

You reply to his message and lock your phone by resting it on your chest, almost instantly it vibrates in response.

“So, boo? Should I use my hyung card and send Ni-Ki to Sunghoon or Jay?”

You sigh, knowing that Jake would be willing to do anything to see you. You'd feel guilty if he were to take Ni-Ki out of his space just to be with you. You didn't want any more awkwardness to be created between you and the younger boy. Besides, you knew that Ni-Ki wanted that time with Jake as much as you did.

"No, Ikeu. Ni-Ki needs his time with you so he doesn't feel left out, my last wish is for him to feel insecure with me and our relationship. So, spend time with him tonight. We'll have our time later, sweetheart."

You send the text and put your phone aside, feeling helpless and calm. You sit up, looking for the chips you wanted to eat now that you felt so torn.

-Where are the fries I picked out?- you ask Kim, noticing that they are nowhere to be found.

Sunoo joins in the search with his gaze, but ends up shrugging.

-I think they were left in the bag I left in my room. Do you want me to go make sure and bring them back?

You smile slightly at his kindness, but shake your head.

-Okay, I'll go get them. Do you think Sunghoon is awake?- you say, getting out of bed to grab your robe and put it on.

-It's possible, but here you have it in case he doesn't answer- Sunoo takes the card out of his pocket and hands it to you-. Don't take too long, the movie is getting good.

-Don't worry, I'll be back soon- you reply, taking the card.

You leave the room and head towards one of the ones that his agency reserved for them. As you go down in the elevator, you take the opportunity to check the last message Jake sent.

"I miss you ."

The butterflies in your stomach are activated when you read those words. You get out of the elevator and take a deep breath, trying to contain your desire to go to his room, which was on that same floor, and throw yourself into his arms to accept him sending Nishimura with the others. You respond quickly, trying to keep your composure.

"I miss you too. See you tomorrow, I promise."

You put your phone in your robe pocket and continue towards Sunoo and Sunghoon's shared room. You knock on the door first, not wanting to invade the personal space of your boyfriend's best friend, who was probably still on the phone with his girlfriend. When you get no answer, you decide to use the card Sunoo offered you.

-Sunghoon?-you call upon entering, but you find the place empty.

Faced with this, you take the opportunity to rummage through Sunoo's things in search of the fries. Once you find them, you take them and head for the exit. Just as you are about to close the door, you are startled to hear the screams and exclamations coming from one of the adjoining rooms. Almost instantly, Jake, Sunghoon and Ni-Ki appear in your field of vision. Disoriented, you watch as Sunghoon grabs Ni-Ki by the shoulders and leads him on a celebratory run down the opposite hallway, while your boyfriend approaches you shouting, "Hey!"

In the blink of an eye, your feet lose contact with the ground and the fries fall from your hands as Jake effortlessly lifts you onto his shoulder, carrying you back to the bedroom. With a mischievous grin, he lightly slaps your butt, ignoring your protests.

-Jake, put me down!-you laugh, trying to sound annoyed, but the joy in your voice gives you away.

-Don't even dream about it. You think I'm going to let you go that easy?-he replies, as he gently places you on the bed and leans over you, his eyes shining brightly as he looks at you.

-I told you we'd see each other tomorrow,- you murmur against his lips at the proximity of them, your voice barely an intimate whisper.

-I couldn’t wait this long-he replies, caressing your hair with a tenderness that melts your heart. -Even if it’s just for a moment, I had to see you.

You feel his lips press softly against yours, a gesture that always makes you feel loved. You pull away a little to look into his eyes, and he focuses his attention on you, his fingers playing with a lock of your hair.

-You’re the best part of my days,-he whispers, his voice full of sincerity. -I’ve told you before. No matter how tiring the concerts are or how far away we are, I always want to be with you.

-And I’m with you,-you reply, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. -But don’t you think Ni-Ki must be wondering about you?

Jake sighs, still with a smile on his lips.

-Probably- he admits-. But this moment with you is worth any claim. Besides, I have faith that Sunghoon will be able to distract him. He and Sunoo decided to lend us their room for as long as we want.

The idea of having a private moment with Jake in the middle of the hustle and bustle of their lives makes you feel a wave of happiness. You link your arms behind his neck, enjoying the warmth of his body on yours. His fingers continue to caress your hair as he looks at you with an intensity that makes your heart beat faster.

His familiar and warm scent envelops you, and you close your eyes, enjoying his caresses.

-I feel like at any moment he's going to come knocking on the door incessantly just to annoy us- you say, laughing at the simple imagination.

-He won't. Otherwise, Sunghoon won't get the Gucci jacket we negotiated- he confesses, making you open your eyes in shock.

-You're amazing- you say, admiring his dedication and love-. I don't know what I'd do without you.

-And you don't have to find out,-he replies with a smile. "Because I plan to be by your side forever."

Jake leans down and kisses you again, this time with a passion that makes you lose your breath. The kiss deepens, and you lose yourself in the warmth of his lips, at the same time, his hands, firm yet tender, run along the skin of your leg, firming it around his hip, bringing you even closer to him.

The brush of his fingers against your skin sends shivers of pleasure through your body, and you cling to him. You feel his breathing quicken, syncing with yours, creating a perfect, harmonious rhythm between the two of you. You moan against his lips, feeling his hardness pressing against your throbbing intimacy. You knew that if you didn't change the situation, you would want him inside you, and you definitely didn't want to abuse the last of your energy in his body. The temptation to keep going is strong, and you know that if you don't stop now, it will be hard to stop. Jake needed to rest.

With a conscious effort, you break away from the kiss, placing a hand on his chest to stop him.

-Jake, you're exhausted. I don't want you to push yourself any harder than necessary,-you murmur, looking at him with affection and concern.

He shakes his head, resting his forehead against yours. His caresses becoming more insistent.

-I would never be tired for you- he answers softly, his tone full of sincerity-. Your pleasure is the greatest of rewards. There is nothing that makes me feel more complete than seeing you shudder with pleasure because of me.

Biting your lower lip at his words, you feel a shudder that shakes your insides. You quickly remember that in all their encounters, Jake had always given you the lead without hesitation.

-Today I want to be the one who takes the lead. Relax and let me make you feel good, okay? - You say, while your hand descends towards his crotch, placing it on the bulge in his pants, making him hiss.

-No, sweetie. I will continue with you, you come first- He resists, trying to stop the movements of your hand.

-Don't you trust that I will do it right? Or... are you wearing your Thor boxers again? - you question, pausing and raising an eyebrow, although you suppress the laughter that your last question provokes. However, Jake does laugh at this.

-You're never going to forget that, right? - he says, slightly embarrassed, but the love in his gaze leaves you enthralled - What am I going to do with you?

You resume caressing his member trapped in his jeans, licking your lips as you feel it grow under your touch. Your mouth was already watering.

-Let it be me this time. Come on, love, I want to taste you- you say in a soft moan, clinging your teeth to your lip and bringing your eyebrows together in a pleading gesture.

-Oh, I definitely can't say no to you. You're my weakness,-Jaeyun admits, closing the distance with a kiss and clinging to your leg to spin with you, leaving you on top of him.-Do with me whatever you want.

You smile against his lips, sliding your hands under his shirt to feel the firmness of his abdomen. You waste no time and sit up a little to remove his shirt. Jake is cooperative, also sitting up to make the task easier for you. Then, you gently push him so that he is leaning on his elbows and you kiss him again, while your hand rests on one of his pecs.

-Just enjoy it,-you whisper in his ear, starting a trail of kisses that goes from his jaw to his neck. Then, you ascend again with your tongue, playing a little with him. This makes him gasp, while his fists clench taking the fabric of your robe in his hands.

In that instant, you move away from him, letting the garment fall. You prepare to tie your hair with the hair tie that you always wear on your wrist. All this happens under his watchful gaze, and you can see the exact moment when his Adam's apple lowers with difficulty, biting his lip in anticipation. Especially when you kneel in front of him, while he remains seated on the edge of the bed.

-You drive me crazy,- Jake confesses in a husky tone, his eyes shining with desire as his hands slide down the straps of your silk dress, causing the garment to fall and expose your breasts. He lets out a moan, evidencing his adoration for that area of your body.

With a seductive smile, you begin to unbutton his jeans. You feel his breathing quicken, and when you finally free him from his underwear, his member reveals itself in all its firmness. The sight of his erect penis makes you lick your lips in anticipation. Therefore, you take it in your hand, caressing it gently before leaning down and leaving a kiss on the tip, never once breaking the connection of your gazes. His gasps urge you to continue, and soon your tongue traces a slow and pleasurable path along his length.

-I don't know how much longer I can take it,-he lets out in a tight sigh, letting his head fall back as you finally cover his member with your mouth, continuing to pump his length with your hand as you slowly push in more of him each time.

Every moan that escapes his lips motivates you to continue, savoring every reaction you provoke in him. You take your time, enjoying the way his body responds to your touch. His moans and sighs make you feel powerful, finally understanding what he meant when he told you there was no better feeling than this; seeing your partner writhe in pleasure for you. You moan in response as you watch him almost scream in pleasure, trying hard not to hold on to your head, letting you do it at your own pace.

Your tongue and lips work in perfect harmony, causing his breathing to become erratic. Every time you take him deeper, his body tenses and his back arches.

His hands ball into fists at his sides, fighting to maintain control.

-Beautiful…-he murmurs between moans, his voice heavy with excitement.

Your pace increases, and his moans become louder and his breathing faster. You feel a surge of power and satisfaction, knowing that you are the cause of his pleasure. As you continue, your gaze meets his again, and the connection between you becomes palpable, electrifying. You are determined to take him to the edge, enjoying every second that he completely surrenders to you.

His body trembles slightly, on the verge of climax. You slow down a little playfully, enjoying the control you have over his pleasure.

-Please- he begs, his voice cracking with need.

But instead of continuing, you pull him out of your mouth. He looks at you in confusion, his bright eyes reflecting the lost orgasm.

-You’re having fun torturing me, aren’t you?- he says, gritting his teeth in pain.

-Maybe, or maybe I have something else in mind that you’re going to love,- you say, watching as he almost faints when you squeeze his cock between your breasts and begin to slide slowly, creating a new wave of pleasure that envelops him completely.

Each movement elicits a deep moan from his lips, and his body arches again, pushing his hips into the space between your tits.

-You look so beautiful like this,-you comment, enjoying the sight of his face contorted in pleasure.

With a few more thrusts, his body shakes hard as he climaxes, his release spilling over your jaw and onto your chest. You close your eyes at the sudden impact, feeling his seed dripping onto your skin.

-I’m so sorry, love,- Jake laments, his voice laden with remorse at the sight of the mess he’s made. Instead of felina disgusted, though, you bring a finger to your skin and then bring it to your lips, tasting his essence with a mischievous smile.

Jake gapes at the sight, adoration evident in his eyes. Then, with unexpected tenderness, he gently pushes you towards him, lifting you off the ground to drag you with him into a ravishing kiss. His lips meet yours, and light giggles escape from your throats without being able to understand it.

-You're fascinating,- he says between kisses. You smile against his lips, but instantly gasp at the warmth of their skin touching.

His hands run up and down your back, moving up and down with a caress that sends shivers down your spine. You pause for a moment to look into his eyes, seeing in them a deep and unconditional love.

-I love you so much,- Both say in unison, causing you to laugh against each other's lips again.

Gently, Jake lays you down on the bed, his gaze never leaving yours. Every touch is delicate, every kiss sweet and full of meaning. You feel his love envelop you, anticipating that this could finally be his first time.

Jake takes his time, exploring every inch of your body with reverent patience, as if he were memorizing every detail. His lips brush your neck, slowly descending to your breasts, where he pauses to worship them with kisses and caresses. A soft moan escapes your lips, and he smiles.

-You are perfect for me,- he professes against your skin.

-Jake…-you reply, lost in the sensation, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Time seems to stop as you both get lost in his bubble, his lips leaving tingles wherever they go. His tongue slides beneath your navel as you feel your pajamas stop covering you completely. Getting closer to it, him completely naked and you wearing only your panties.

His fingers intertwine with the elastic of your last garment, feeling his breath hitting your intimacy on the fabric. They would finally make love; after so many occasions without being able to move forward from the same point, always being interrupted by some inopportune person or situation.

-Jake! Sunghoon is being very boring!-Ni-Ki's voice is heard from the door, followed by insistent knocks.-Time out! It's time to go to sleep! Hyung!

Both freeze, their gazes full of frustration. Jake sighs defeated, moving to one side of the bed.

-I don't think it will ever happen-you say with feigned humor, observing him from your position. It seemed like he was about to lose his mind.

The Australian lets himself fall back on the bed, looking at the ceiling in exasperation.

-I'll take you away from everything and everyone, I swear- he decrees, and you smile, reaching out to caress his cheek.

-Okay, but for now, Riki has a point. You need to rest- you agree, trying to ignore the knocks on the door.

-That's not your room!- the younger shouts from the hallway, and then you hear the crunch of your fries being chewed.

-I can't believe he's eating my fries!- you exclaim, jumping out of bed and rushing to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed before facing Ni-Ki.- I'II not allowed it.

Jake watches you as you move forward with determination. His lips curve into a smile, feeling a warm tickle in his stomach as he witnesses all your facets and outbursts. There was no doubt that he loved every tiny atom that made you up.

[galedekarios]

"i'm strong enough. i'll carry on alone."

i've already made a more detailed post about the loss scene that was part of act i and gale's romance in early access.

the scene held a lot of weight and was a turning point in the relationship between gale and the protag, while also highlighting just how far gale has fallen, in terms of social standing and in terms of power:

Gale: Khat-Tsjin Deth-Thra! Player: You don't sound very happy there, Gale. Gale: Happiness is like a stray cat: sometimes it seeks you out, sometimes it ignores you. Tonight, I'm ignored. It's getting alte. I think I'll turn in. Perhaps some sleep will do me good. Player: They say you should never go to bed angry. Gale: Isn't that advice for couples? The only one I'm angry with is myself. Please - just let it rest. Player: [Insight Success] We shared the WEave the other night. Now share what's on your mind. Gale: Very well. Just now, I was trying to cast a spell I once cast with ease, but I failed. You see, this fire - there was a time that I could make it come alive. That it would take the shape of a dragon and roar in delight. There was atime I could silence a Beholder with a word, and lift a tower from its foundations with a flourish. There was a time I was all but one with the Weave. But no more - a mere shadow of the wizard I used to be. Why? Because I've lost. Player: I don't understand. What is it that you've lost? Gale: I've lost... Player: [Insight Success] Go on. Every burden is easier to carry when shared. Gale: An apt enough observation. I've lost Mystra. I sought to impress her personally. To turn the eyes of my muse upon me. To win the favour of a goddess. But I failed, and all I invoked was death and dismissal. My death. Her dismissal. Player: I don't know what to make of what you've told me, but I sympathise. Gale: Thank you. You're a good friend. I often think of that moment we shared together - one under the Weave. I hope you think about it too.

it's a wonderful scene that offers a lot of insight into gale's character as well as his past, but what i haven't focused on in the original post is the dialogue the player would get from gale if the protag failed the check to convince him to open up and share the burden that was making him visibly upset:

[the banter is identical with the one above up to this point] Gale: I've lost... Player: [Insight Failure] Go on. Every burden is easier to carry when shared. Gale: I'm strong enough. I'll carry on alone. Gale: With that I bid you an evening better than my own.

i think this shows a very interesting side of gale and one that we both don't get to see often and / or press him on: the side of gale that masks his worries, his fears, his insecurities and his pain to soldier on and do what he feels needs to be done.

we catch glimpses of it in the full release as well, specifically during and after elminster does his duty as mystra's chosen and informs gale of her demands of him:

Weary Traveller: You must find the Heart of the Absolute, whatever that may be, and use yourself as the catalyst that will burn it from this world. Player: We'll be rid of both the Absolute and Gale in one fell swoop. Win-win. Weary Traveller: I may be slow to anger, but I will not have you sully this moment of most sorrowful import with ill-considered levity! Gale: It's all right, Elminster. If ever gallows humour were appropriate, this is its grim-smiling hour. Weary Traveller: It brings me no pleasure saying this, my friend, but such is Mystra's will. Yours must be the sacrifice that will undo the Absolute. And for your sacrifice, you will be redeemed - such is Mystra's promise. Weary Traveller: With that, I've said my sorry piece, and need only bestow unto thee the charm I was bid.

it's elminster who is upset on gale's behalf, not gale himself. he treats it as 'gallow's humour' - whether or not it's meant like that by the protag.

the same view he takes on shortly after, once the protag asks him how he is feeling:

Player: How are you feeling? It can't be easy, facing the possibility of death... Gale: Oh, you know me - ever the optimist. I'm trying to focus on the positives. devnote: Gallows humour Gale: The truth is, I was living on borrowed time already. Consuming those items would only have kept the orb sated for so long. Gale: If anything, I feel more at peace than I have in months. At least now I know my death will have purpose. It won't be a distant 'bang' in the footnotes of history.

Player: You're seriously considering doing what Elminster said? Gale: Of course - he offered the clearest solution to our problem. All I have to do is find the right place and time, close my eyes, and let go… devnote: Trying to sound upbeat, not fully engaging with what he’s saying (that he’s going to kill himself). Gale: Then the slate will be clean, wrongs will be righted, the Absolute will be gone… devnote: Trying to sound upbeat, not fully engaging with what he’s saying (that he’s going to kill himself). Gale: …and I along with it. devnote: Still trying to sound upbeat, though this time the reality that this means he will die weighs a bit heavier

the game gives you no option to press him on any of this. on this front of maintaining optimism, of gallows humour, clinging tightly to the idea of there being purpose in his own death, yet not fully engaging with what that actually means.

until he can't avoid it anymore, and even then, he carries on. we know it's already of limited comfort to him by the time the last night alive scene / act 2 romance scene takes place:

Gale: I am terrified - I will not claim otherwise. My face could scarcely conceal it even if my words sought to deny it. nodecontext: Hushed, vulnerable Gale: There is no point in running from the inevitable. Better to meet it, on my own terms. nodecontext: Resigned

and it's echoed later too, in act 3, when he offers himself up as an out, a failsafe, for the protag and the companions:

and it of course culminates in the scene - if you chose to take that route - which gale ascends to the elder brain alone, spelling his friends and companions away to safety.

he says he is strong enough to carry on alone, to do what he believes must be done, what's been ordained to him, by fate or by mystra, and he is. despite being terrified. despite wishing he didn't have to be.

it's an interesting aspect of gale - but his relief is all the sweeter for it when he realises that he doesn't have to be strong enough and that he doesn't have to carry on alone.

he's found friends and possibly love.

every burden is easier to carry when shared indeed.

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Can I request something with Jake as the reader is nervous, and she says 'let's talk' and Jake thinks she is breaking up with the system, but she tells him that she's pregnant. Happy ending though pls 😇

~Everything Changes~

Pairing: Moonknight trio (Jake focus) x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: anxieties and brief mentions of childhood traumas

Genre: fluffy af and just a little angst

Summary: You have news for your boyfriends that you do not know how they'll take and your anxieties cause some for them

A/N: This was actually SUCH a cute ask thank you for requesting it I fell in love with the concept immediately, hope you enjoy the result <3

***

You sigh to yourself as you dig through your bag for the keys to your apartment. Like always you shout into the apartment once you open the door.

"I'm back darling are y'all home yet?" You ask, flicking on the main light in the living room. The apartment's too quiet for your boyfriends to be back. It looks like you beat the boys home. That's fine, better even, gives you time to sort out the best way to break the news to them. You honestly have no idea how this conversation is going to go, you've been noticeably distracted thinking about it pretty much all day.

You take a few moments to just sit with yourself in the silence of your empty apartment before putting on some music to get dinner started. Something simple, you know Steven had work today but you can never predict who will actually be fronting by the time they get home. If Donna was particularly horrendous on any given day Jake would take over. If something Khonshu related happened usually Marc would be the one shuffling into your shared home. You wonder how that's going to play into it now that things are about to change so drastically. You're not quite done when the door to the apartment clicks open.

"Hi lovelies." You shoot over your shoulder.

"You're home already?" Jake greets you once the door's open.

"Yeah, but I've not been home long."

"Dinner smells great mi vida." Jake kisses your cheek.

"Thank you, darling. I've made pasta and chicken. I know you're not particularly fond of vegan dishes." You say.

"Well I like yours cariño, your food doesn't taste awful and bland like what I've mostly seen of vegan food."

"Well I appreciate that sentiment I suppose, but I know you still prefer nonvegan." You chuckle.

"That's true, yes, but I'll probably have both anyway." Jake shrugs.

"Was work particularly bad for Steven today?"

"No actually, that horrid Donna woman was out sick, but I missed you. Steven was with you this morning and Marc was out most of last night. Only fair I get some quality time of my own. We agreed."

"You boys are so silly." You laugh.

"Steven wants you to know it's only you that makes us act that way."

"How cute." You muse.

"Yeah he's quite the sweet talker. How was your day?"

"It was fine, I worked through most of the morning and then I had some errands to run." You shrug.

"What sort of errands?"

"A little of this a little of that, some shopping, some dropping off of things, meeting people." You say vaguely. "Dinner's about done, can you grab some plates and forks?"

"Of course." Jake joins you in the kitchen getting plates and utensils while you turn off the oven and the stove. You pull the chicken out of the oven and Jake grabs one and drops it on his plate before you've even put the tray down.

"It's hot Jake be careful!" You warn him as you spoon pasta onto your own plate.

"No worries muñequita, I'll be fine." Jake winks.

"You all always eat like you haven't had any food all day." You shake your head taking a seat on the couch. Jake scoops pasta onto his plate and joins you as you pick something to watch.

"Your food is too good to not." He says. You roll your eyes at him but you don't bother to respond as you start eating. Both of you are pretty quiet through dinner, mostly discussing the show you've chosen to watch through dinner. You still have to talk to them but the words keep getting stuck in your throat. You wish you weren't so worried but this could easily go very wrong. When Jake finishes his meal he stands and kisses your cheek.

"I'll take care of the dishes and then I'm going to hop in the shower." Jake tells you, taking your empty plate from the table.

"Alright." You nod. Okay y/n suck it up, you can't put it off forever. "When you're finished darling we, need to talk." You announce before you can talk yourself out of it again.

"That- sounds ominous. Is everything okay? Should I hold off on the dishes?" 

"No no, you can finish up it's not- urgent." You tell him. Jake washes his hands and turns off the sink.

"What's this about cariño?" Jake asks walking over to you as he dries his hands.

"I have something to tell you- but I'm not sure how you'll react to it." You tell him when he sits beside you.

"You're breaking up with us, aren't you? We should've known this would happen eventually. I warned them you'd grow tired of us. We've exhausted our good fortune I guess- it was only a matter of time before you realized we didn't deserve-"

"Enough. Jake!" You blink at him utterly stunned by his line of thinking.

"You don't have to-"

"Whatever you're about to say, stop because I'm not breaking up with you and I cannot believe you think I'd grow tired of you. How could you sit here and say you don't deserve me or what we have or- Jake, I love you, all of you, with everything that I am. I can't believe that you still doubt that." You shake your head.

"Y/n no one has ever stuck around. Steven is idealistic and Marc is hopeful, if the other shoe drops one of us has to be able to hold it together for all of us I can't-"

"Jake. There is no other shoe to drop. I am not breaking up with you. I'm not tired of you or giving up on us, I don't think you undeserving of the love I have for you. Other people not loving you is not your fault." You tell him gently, grabbing his face in your hands.

"I do want to believe you but it's not easy to unlearn years of trauma plus what else could you possibly have to tell us that you think we'll take poorly?"

"Jake I'm pregnant." You say. Jake's eyes snap up to yours, wide with shock but you can't pinpoint the secondary emotion swirling in them.

"What?" His voice is barely a whisper.

"I'm pregnant. I was at the doctor today about it, we- could have a baby." You say gently, placing a hand on your stomach. You're only a couple of months along so, if they really were against the idea, terminating the pregnancy is still an option but you're not sure you could go through that and be okay after.

"We're going to be parents?" He asks.

"I know we haven't really talked about kids but-" Jake leaps off the couch before you can finish your thought. As if the news only just clicked in his brain he's suddenly whooping loudly. He even pulls you off of the couch with him.

"We're having a child? You're serious?" He scans your face as he waits for your answer.

"Yeah." You nod.

"You're not leaving." He shakes his head.

"No." You answer even though it was less a question and more a confirmation with himself. He pulls you tightly against his chest with a sigh.

"We're having a child muñequita. A child." He says in disbelief. "Do you think we're ready for this?"

"I don't think anyone is ever ready. But we will all figure it out. Together." You say. Jake makes a sound like a snort and you pull away from his embrace with a questioning glance.

"Steven is scolding me for ever daring to think you'd break up with us." Jake tells you with an eye roll.

"Well he's right about that but save the scolding for later sweetheart. Right now let's just- enjoy the thought of this next phase of our lives." You say leaning into Jake's arms again. You had no reason to worry. You knew they would make wonderful dads and it settled your nerves endlessly to hear the joy in Jake's voice over the news. Everything was going to turn out just fine.

***

[luvendiary]

HII ITS THE NOD LOVER🫶🫶 CAN YOU DO A NOD X READER WHERE THE READER IS CHOSEN AS QUEEN AFTER THE POD BLOOMS AND ITS JUST FLUFF BC NODS GF IS NOW QUEEN<3

a/n: hello! long time no see. i´m in college now! life´s been crazy latelly, but i tried to clear my mind from the stress of it by writing for a while. i had such a hard time with this request. i have a draft of it that might never see the light that i worked on for months. eventually i just decided to start from scratch and wrote this in three hours. hope you enjoy!

Queen Of The Pod

Your muscles were aching and begging at you to give them a break. But you couldn't, not yet. You groaned as you tried to crawl back with whatever energy remained in your body. 

Your leafman uniform was plagued with burn marks from Mandrake´s rot. Some of it had managed to singe your body, but it had been stopped from doing any major damage by your protective pieces.

You lifted your head up just to see Ronin struggling on the floor, being held down by Mandrake´s staff. 

“Don´t touch him, you decaying shit!” you groaned out as you reached for your blade -or attempted to.

“Lie down princess”, Mandrake said, barely sparing a glance at your weak figure. “I'll be with you in a second”. 

He then refocused his attention on the General and with an evil grin pushed the rot towards his face.

Ronin´s eyes went wide as he attempted to put as much distance as he could between him and the black gooey substance. You knew he wouldn't be able to hold for much longer. His face was covered in bruises, and he had been through hell and back just to be able to protect the pod.

At the very last moment, Mandrake rerouted his staff, and brought it down on Ronin´s chest, burning deeply into his chestplate. As the General winced, he took advantage of his weak position and pinned him down to the floor with his foot.

“What is that saying you leafmen have?” Mandrake mused as he nonchalantly threw his staff over his shoulder. “Lots of leaves…something, something. Very inspiring”. He then raised the staff over his head, and his smirk turned into a look of rage and anger. “But in the end, every leaf falls and  dies alone…”

Ronin´s eyes went wide as the staff came down towards his face with sudden speed. However the blow never landed, and when he opened his eyes two blades were protecting his face from being completely consumed by the rot.

“No one is alone”, Nod said as he pushed the staff away from Ronin.

As if on cue, an army of leafmen dropped from the sky in perfect formation. You came to the sudden realization that moonlight was now filtering through the chamber, meaning that the pod would be able to bloom after all.

“Not even him”, you added as you pointed your blade menacingly towards Mandrake. 

The arrival of your boyfriend had been timed perfectly. You had the urge to jump into his arms and make sure he was alright, but you limited yourself to a discreet smile.

‘I'm glad you´re okay’.

Mandrake seemed to come to the same conclusion as you had. The leafmen´s presence meant that they were not occupied with his soldiers; the darkness was not a threat anymore. Frantically he tried to break through the soldiers and get back to the pod, however you and Nod intertwined your blades once again, blocking his way to the center of the chamber.

Mandrake let out a growl of frustration as he pushed and fought harder, but the blooming pod seemed to give you newly renewed energy. You felt Tara with you. It was because of her that you were doing this, you would make her proud. 

With your fuelled energy, you both thrusted your blades forward at the same time that the pod bursted with energy, throwing Mandrake backwards. You hurriedly ran towards the entryway ready to fight him in case he wasn't ready to give up yet, however his drowning screams caught your attention as he was swallowed into the trunk of a tree by his own rot.

You allowed yourself to sigh out in relief, exhaustion washing over your body once again. You saw Nod already helping Ronin up from the floor, and offering him his shoulder as support. 

“You alright old man?” you asked as you sheath your sword. 

“I´m fine. A little bruised is all”, he replied. “How's your leg doing? He burned you pretty badly”. 

Nod approached you, after making sure Ronin was in fact okay, and made you place your arm around his shoulder as he held you securely by your waist. 

The sudden weight of the situation dawned on you. It was over. He was gone, and so was she. You missed her. From the moment Tara died, you had not been able to process her death but rather had been focused on fixing the disaster it had caused. Now that you weren't on this quest anymore, her absence was palpable.

“I wish she could be here”, you blurted out. You felt Nod hold on tighter to your waist as he rubbed comforting circles with his thumb on it. 

“She is,” Ronin said breathlessly, as his gaze landed upon the blooming pod. Now that the battle was over, the people of Moonhaven had come out of their hiding places and were staring in awe at the light emanating from the pod. 

The light particles hovered over the flower before gently flying out. They traveled along the chamber, as if greeting everyone there. As if Tara was happy to see them safe. It slowed down as they reached your small group, stopping ever so slightly in front of Ronin and shimmering a little bit brighter, before making its way over to you and Nod. You expected the same greeting as Ronin had had. A final goodbye from your sister. However, the light did not leave your side, and instead it started to shine brighter and bigger. 

Nod carefully  removed his arm from around your waist, and gave you your space.

The light suddenly took the shape of Tara. You tried your best to remember your training and straightened up with your arms by your side. However, you couldn´t stop the few tears that had formed in your eyes from escaping.

“You did alright kid,” she said with the kindest of smiles. “You're in great hands”.

She glanced back at Ronin, prompting the General to smile.

“There's that smile…” Tara said as she returned her loving gaze back to you. “Take care of them for me”.

“I can´t. I´m not fit for being a queen”, you whispered as your voice broke slightly. “It should be you. You should be here…with me”.

Tara held on to your shaking hands, “I'll alway be with you”.  With a final smile, she placed a tender kiss on your forehead. A bright light suddenly surrounded you and before you knew it, Tara was gone. Well, not really. That deep sadness you had been holding on to was gone. You could feel her. She lived within you. And you would make her proud, her legacy would live on through you.

A soft calling of your name broke you out of your trance. Your head snapped towards your awestruck boyfriend who was looking at you as if you were a star. You came to the sudden realization that the pain in your leg was gone, and as you glanced down to check on your wound you were surprised to see your runiform replaced with a stunning green and white dress. The queen's dress.

“You look stunning…” he breathed out. A smile crept onto his face as he approached you and wrapped his arms around you. You buried your head in the crook of his neck and let out a small laugh as he lifted you up from the ground and spun you. 

“Nod!” you laughed out. “Put me down”. 

“As you wish, your majesty”, he said as he set you down once again and playfully bowed. 

The people cheered, in celebration of their new queen. To which you offered them graceful smiles.

“You know what this means…” Ronin said as he stood next to you, his helmet held firmly on his right arm.

“What?¨ you asked.

“Nod better shape up”. 

You laughed at that, and glanced back at your boyfriend who was staring at you with a lovesick smile.

“I guess he does”.

[ckret2]

Chapter 29 of human Bill Cipher will find a way out of being the Pines' prisoner or so help him, featuring:

Summerween!!!!

and also:

Henchmaniacs.

Kryptos doesn't actually talk like that, it's just how he's currently feeling.

####

January 1, 1982

"You're late," Bill said, a bit reproachfully.

Ford gave him a surprised look. "Did we have an appointment?" He didn't remember one. He was pretty sure he'd remember an appointment with his muse, even if he'd made it in a dream.

"Pfff, appointments are for people without an eternity of time! No, I'm just used to you dreaming by midnight. It's weird for you to stay up past two when you aren't working on a project."

"I suppose it is." Ford was flattered Bill was paying close enough attention to notice his sleep habits. "I thought I'd stay up late to bring in the new year."

"The what?"

"The... new year?" What wasn't registering. How do you explain New Year's to an alien/angelic messenger? "It's when—"

"Oh, oh right." Bill waved off the rest of Ford's explanation. Several calendars and clocks spiraled in the air like a Ferris wheel in front of Bill, "Between trying to figure out whether you meant it was 0 Pop or Tishrei 1, I completely forgot about Chaos 1. You guys have too many calendars!"

And he'd skipped over January entirely. Wryly, Ford said, "The next time somebody asks for my input, I'll let them know you want us to use a few less."

Bill laughed. "Smart aleck." The calendars and clocks vanished. "And all you did to celebrate was stay up a little later than usual? No parties? Okay, I know you don't know anyone throwing a party—but you didn't even celebrate at a bar?" Bill ruffled his hair. "All work and no play makes Ford a dull boy!"

Ford endured the ruffling. He wasn't quite sure whether Bill was scolding him for staying up celebrating, or for not celebrating enough. "I... suppose I could celebrate in here?"

"What do you want, a fireworks show?" In the distance in Ford's mindscape, a single large firework exploded. It shifted colors, purple to yellow to green to red, before fading. "I don't think so! If you wanted fireworks, you should've gone to the show on the lake. I've got some prophecies to pass on, and I'd rather get to them this REM cycle."

By "prophecies" he probably meant a random assortment of warnings about Ford's upcoming week, which historically had varied in severity from "don't visit the lake Tuesday evening or you'll get caught in a snowstorm and die of hypothermia" to "you'd better get groceries in the morning before they sell out of your toothpaste brand." And Ford was always grateful for such messages—but now he wished he could see what sort of fantastical color-changing dream fireworks show his muse could put on. "I take it it's not a new year on your calendar."

"I don't keep track of that stuff. When you're as ancient as me, celebrating the new year is like celebrating a new hour."

Bill had so easily brushed off the implicit invitation to discuss "his" calendar. Ford wasn't surprised. Over the years of sporadic meetings with his muse, Ford had noted that Bill never shared information about where he'd come from or how he filled his time when he wasn't bestowing his wisdom—as if Bill was a thing that simply is, a muse that offered inspiration because it was made to inspire, with no history or identity outside of its role in service to humanity. He always dodged the questions gracefully.

But he never seemed bothered that Ford had asked. In fact, as long as Ford didn't pry into Bill's history and kept his inquiries comfortably shallow, Bill always seemed happy to receive personal questions. Ford had found that even when Bill talked like he was in a hurry, it was very easy to get him off track (and consequently extend his visit to two or three more dreams) by asking him about himself.

Ford wondered why that was. Was it a part of his duty—was he compelled to answer his chosen students' questions, to enlighten them on the mysteries of the universe, to help tug back the curtain of reality to reveal wonders unknown—wonders that included Bill himself? Or perhaps Bill was used to students seeing him as a source of knowledge without seeing him. Perhaps he was grateful that somebody was interested in him enough to ask.

Whatever the case—Bill clearly liked being asked about himself, and Ford liked getting his muse to stick around a little longer than planned. So rather than letting Bill get on to the prophecies he'd promised, Ford asked, "Do you ever... participate in any human holidays? After all, you've offered so much to humanity. I'm sure any of your prior protégés would have been honored to invite you as a guest to our celebrations. I would be honored." And Ford wouldn't mind having friendly company on the holidays that he'd gotten in the habit of ignoring until they shrank to nothing but a square on a calendar.

"Ha, I know you would! But no, not really," Bill said. "Don't get me wrong, it's not that I look down on your cute little local festivals. They just don't have any relevance to me! A celebration of a bountiful harvest, a prayer to get through the winter, the veneration of a local long-dead celebrity... I come from a timeless realm of divinity, sublimity, color and light! Most of your planet's holidays are about issues that don't matter to me."

"Ah. I see," Ford said. "Are there any human holidays you care about?"

Bill mulled over the question. "Maybe one or two."

####

June 22, 2013

Bill thundered down the stairs, charged into the kitchen, and announced to the Pines, "If I don't get to wear a Summerween costume I will literally die."

Without looking up from the morning paper, Ford said, "Then die."

####

It took ten minutes for Bill to bargain Ford up from "death" to permission to wear a costume—provided that it was free; that Bill agree to stay inside for the holiday without complaint (WITHOUT COMPLAINT) no matter what fun activities he heard happening outside; that Ford didn't have to do anything to help Bill obtain said costume; and that Bill take a dang shower.

Bill groaned. "Another shower already?"

"You wouldn't need so many if you didn't insist on running around in an acrylic sweater and polyester leggings in summer."

Bill knew that. That was one of the reasons he did it. It was useful for the humans to think the showers were their idea.

Bill agreed to all terms, and even volunteered to get the dang shower over with now so they could both get on with the rest of their days.

He'd never admit it, but Bill had been wanting a shower. Not for the hygiene, but for the privacy. This was the first time he'd had a door between himself and the Pines since he'd broken the shack's unicorn hair barrier.

Time to call in reinforcements.

Bill covered the mirrors, turned on the shower, undressed, stuck his head under the shower stream so that if anyone barged in on him he could use his wet hair as proof he'd been showering, and squinted through the wooden door to confirm there weren't any humans lurking nearby. Coast was clear—but wow, it hurt to bend his eye that way. He rubbed at it irritably as he set up his ring of candles again, and wasn't surprised when his fingertips came away bloody. He thought it hurt more than it had last time. He wondered how many more times he could glance into higher dimensions before this body's eyeballs gave out on him. Hopefully he wouldn't need them that long.

He drew Kryptos on the floor, lit the candles, and started muttering the chant to summon him. "Rhombus sapphirinus. Fraternitas, caritas..."

The steamy air went chill, the water pattering in the tub grew muffled, the whole world slowed and paused. For weeks, Bill's every attempt to break into the mindscape had been a futile strain; but now, instead, the mindscape surged up and swallowed him into its gray twilight, like evening embracing the land on the heels of sunlight's departure. Bill knew he wasn't awake anymore. It was working.

A force outside of Bill borrowed his throat to speak the last of the ritual—it worked!—and before his eyes, a diamond window opened into the Nightmare Realm.

####

Standing at the edge of one of the Quadrangle of Qonfusion's many perpendicular floors, arms crossed, scowling deeply, Pyronica glared at a neon-acidic cotton candy nebula light years away. "Guys," she said, "it's doing the thing again."

8 Ball, Keyhole, and Zanthar glanced away from their video game toward the nebula. Amorphous Shape peeled a few squares off a column to peer at it with Hectorgon.

"Look at this." Pyronica clapped her hands.

In the nebula, crackles of lightning-like bolts of light millions of miles long shot through the starry clouds. A noise like thunder boomed from it, rattling the Quadrangle. An ugly statue fell off a column-shaped pedestal and landed on a wall.

She clapped twice more—each time, eliciting more lightning—then gestured emphatically at the nebula. "How am I doing that!"

"Can't be you controlling it," Amorphous Shape said. "That nebula's over a dozen light years away. That light had to have happened years ago, we're just seeing it now."

Already turned back to his video game and determinedly trying to murder Keyhole, 8 Ball said, "Maybe the nebula's controlling you."

Pryonica said flatly, "You think a bunch of stars is making me clap."

"Eh. Like astrology or something."

Hectorgon said, "Could be a time loop thing."

"Could be," Amorphous Shape said thoughtfully.

Pyronica threw up her hands, which made the distant nebula's colors shift slightly. "If it's not weird butterfly effects or faster-than-light light, it's time loops. I hate this place. All it'd take is a hard sneeze to knock the whole dimension down."

She'd been saying things to such effect for the past few months. Consequently, nobody really paid much attention to the latest round of griping about the Nightmare Realm's poor maintenance, until she said, "I'm bailing on the Quadrangle. Soon as I can find a decent rock in some other dimension. Who else is coming?"

8 Ball glanced down at Pyronica from the floor with their gaming setup. "Hold on, are you serious?" He quickly had to look away as Zanthar took advantage of the distraction to attack.

"Yeah, I'm serious. I don't wanna break up the gang, but I'm sick of this dump."

Huddled on a nearby wall like an unemployed gargoyle, Paci-Fire said solemnly, "I will stay, Mother. The Quadrangle of Qonfusion is the only home I have ever known."

"Probably one of my worst life decisions," Pyronica muttered. "The Quadrangle isn't our home, it was Bill's. We're just... just..."

Ducking in from between two columns that seemed to lead to a purple-shadowed nighttime meadow, Teeth said, "Eternal couch-surfers."

"Ha! Yeah, that. Hey, where you been the past week?"

"Took a wrong turn to the bathroom. I ended up in that pocket dimension Bill grounded the electrical wiring into."

"Again?"

"I never know how many times to cross that one infinitely looping hallway!"

Pyronica gestured at Teeth. "See, this place is a complete mess. We'd be better off moving to any other dimension. And you'd like living in a real dimension if you gave it a shot, Paci!"

"No." Paci-Fire crossed his arms. "I do not want to."

"At least think about it. Wouldn't you like to live somewhere that has moons? Instead of going on a road trip to another dimension every time you want to drive a civilization to extinction?"

Keyhole muttered, "I hate those stupid road trips. They're always a zillion light years long and we never do anything fun."

"Hey!" Pyronica pointed at Keyhole. "Watch it! My kid's a lunarcide prodigy, he gets to go on as many moon-destroying trips as he wants!"

Keyhole cringed. "Right, right, sorry." 8 Ball muttered something disparaging about Keyhole's intellect, right before blowing him up for the second time.

Paci-Fire asked, "And say we were to move to a dimension with more moons. What would we do when the authorities follow us home after another successful slaughter?" A side-effect of growing up in the Henchmaniacs was that Paci-Fire regarded The Authorities as a nebulous bogeyman that was personally out to get him and all his family and friends. "Are we to lock the door and cower from them like—like cowards? Or constantly flee from one dimension to the next? No, Mother. I do not wish to live like a pariah in the dark corners of—" his lower mouth sneered around his pacifier, "civilized dimensions. There is nowhere safer for us than the Nightmare Realm."

"Sweetie, you don't have to be afraid of the authorities in other dimensions—"

"Mother! I know no fear." Paci-Fire's eyes flared a bright, dangerous red.

Pyronica playfully tugged one of his horn. "We can find a dimension as primitive as 46'\ without any interstellar cops. Like—which dimension were you from, Teeth, it doesn't even have any organized space authorities, does it?"

"Oh, yeah, pretty much every world in my galaxy was still ground bound when Bill recruited me." Teeth stepped on a column, slid off, and shuffled around it, trying to remember which side doubled as a walkway to the kitchen. "I don't really mind staying here, though. I mean yeah, we don't have a roof, or consistent walls, and the wiring's a mess. But the rent's really reasonable for a place this size in this part of the Nightmare Realm."

Hectorgon processed that. "Hold on." He lay on a wall and slid up it until he was mouth level with Teeth. "You've been paying rent?"

Teeth paused mid-column. "Wh—yeah? What's that supposed to mean?"

Pyronica bit her lip to keep from laughing, elbowed Paci-Fire, and hissed, "I thought Bill was joking about charging Teeth rent!"

Paci-Fire murmured, "Bill Cipher was always a most droll prankster."

"Who are you paying it to?" Hectorgon asked.

"I mean—I was paying it to Bill. But I dunno who took that over, so I guess, kinda... no one?"

With a mildly offended tone, Hectorgon lied, "You were supposed to give it to me now."

"Oh." Teeth shifted awkwardly. "Uh... sorry, Hect, no one told me. I don't think I've got enough on hand to cover all the..."

"It's fine, everything's been topsy-turvy since... the last few months. Just give me what you have and pay back the rest as soon as you can, okay?"

"Sure, sure, no problem. Thanks, man."

Pyronica bit her lip to keep from laughing. "All right, so Teeth is stupid enough to stay here."

"Hey!"

"But I don't see why the rest of us should be." She looked up at the trio playing games below her, then tried to remember which stupid paradox staircase led to that level. She hesitantly headed up one that looked promising. "Moving out would be worth it just to be somewhere with consistent physics!"

"I am contented with the inconsistent physics," Paci-Fire said.

"It took you fifty years longer than most kids to learn how to walk," Pyronica said. "I know you're my little genius! It's this dimension that's holding you down!" 

"Boo," Paci-Fire said sulkily.

"Paci, you don't even like the Quadrangle. Nobody does."

Amorphous Shape let out a chorus of sharp gasps. They slid around a corner and reappeared sliding from the underside of the staircase to the top, laying zigzag atop the steps to glare at Pyronica. "Excuse us."

"I'll step on you, Morph," Pyronica threatened. Amorphous Shape grudgingly slid over for her to pass. "Fine, Bill's stupid 2D groupies like the Quadrangle. But the rest of us don't."

"What's wrong with it?" Morph demanded.

"What's—?!" Pyronica gestured upward at the floor below them. "You don't see the problem with this?!"

"It's supposed to be like that. It's a shortcut." 

"It's a—!" Pyronica covered her face and suppressed a scream. "It's giving me vertigo!"

"It doesn't give us vertigo," Morph said defensively. They partially peeled off the steps to look at Hectorgon. "Does it give you vertigo?"

"No, I'm fine."

"What about you, Kryptos?"

There was no answer.

"Krypt?" Morph reluctantly peeled off the stairs entirely and hovered in the air to try to get a better view.

"He probably got sucked into The Void," Keyhole muttered, "it was vibrating this morning."

8 Ball sighed. "Why do we even have that Void?"

"Man, I dunno."

Pyronica ascended to the bottom of the stairs, sat on the arm of the gamers' couch, and said, "The point is—none of us need this place. I got by fine before joining Bill, most of you guys did too, and we can get by just fine now without squatting in his weird architecture project."

She leaned behind Keyhole and 8 Ball to poke Zanthar's arm. "Big Z, you still have worshippers in your home dimension, right? Aren't you still getting offerings?"

Zanthar shrugged noncommittally.

"They've still got legends of you, you can whip them back into shape in no time. Keyhole, you've got family—"

Without looking away from the screen, where he was losing hideously, Keyhole muttered, "I'm not moving back in with my mom."

"I'm not talking about your mom, stupid, what about your sisters?" 

Keyhole winced, though it was hard to tell whether it was from Pyronica's question or from getting killed for the third and final time. "I don't know... Bill and I were talking about them once, and I realized they're as bad as Mom was. Bill said probably the only reason they didn't treat me as bad is because they never got the opportunity—"

"Who cares what Bill said," Pyronica snapped. "Bill's dead! We don't have to listen to him anymore!"

"Hear hear," 8 Ball muttered; but he couldn't throw in anything else, lest Zanthar blow him up and win the match.

Pyronica said, "Face it: the only reason the rest of us didn't leave the Nightmare Realm millennia ago is because Bill couldn't leave."

Morph drifted through the kitchen—reaching around Teeth to grab a drink out of the fridge as they passed—and unfolded questioningly around a corner. "There you are."

Kryptos was in the rec room, lounging on Bill's stupid tacky optical illusion throne with the fabric of reality upholstery, staring out a window (or skylight, depending on your point of perspective). He grunted at Morph.

Morph said, "Bill's gonna be furious you're using his throne."

"Whatever. Z's already spilled time punch on the armrest." Kryptos pointed at the patch of reality on the armrest that was out of chronological synch with the rest of the throne.

"He's not gonna be furious," Pyronica said, shouting through the doorway that inexplicably connected to the rec room. "He's not gonna be anything because he's dead. He died. D-E-A-D."

"He's not." And suddenly Morph were in Pyronica's face, all of their polygons and lines and piercing slitted eyes circling her head like angry moons. Keyhole leaned toward 8 Ball to see the screen around them, and 8 Ball elbowed him back over. Morph said, "He can't be. If Bill was dead, the Nightmare Realm would be falling apart even faster—"

"So let's bail while we can—"

"—but it's not," they said. "If anything, its degradation is slowing down. That would be impossible if he were dead, he's instrumental to holding the Nightmare Realm together—"

"Unless he lied about that, and he was actually making everything worse," Pyronica said.

"Bill's not a liar! We have the data to prove it, we've been measuring the degradation for billennia—"

"I'm sick of your stupid measurements! It was your 'measurements' that said 46'\ was perfect to take over! Was that stupid barrier part of your measurements?!"

"That barrier was extremely localized, there's no way we could have detected—"

"The portal was right in the middle of it! How did you idiots miss it?!"

8 Ball groaned as Zanthar whittled away the last of his HP. Zanthar let out a gentle hum like the sound of an apocalyptic vacuum cleaner as the game declared him the winner.

8 Ball tossed his controller at the TV. The TV squealed in fear. "If Bill is alive, that's just another reason to get out of the Nightmare Realm! Leave before he gets back! He can play king in this dump by himself."

Paci-Fire said, "Surely, you do not mean that. Were Bill still around..."

"No! No, I do mean it! The only reason we've stayed so long is because everyone's too starstruck or too scared to ditch him! Not anymore! If his flat-brained cultists wanna wait for him, fine! But why do we all gotta stay?"

"Hey!" Hectorgon rushed in from the kitchen to snarl at 8 Ball. "Who're you calling flat, cue tip—?"

Kryptos tuned out the argument downstairs/next door as 8 Ball and Hectorgon started brawling. Who were they kidding? Nobody was leaving. Maybe 8 Ball, he'd tried to split four or five times before crawling back, but Kryptos didn't care about him anyway. Bill had always been right about him: he was too selfish to care about the rest of the gang but too stupid to make it on his own. They'd taken in losers like that before and it had never been a big loss when they left. But no one else would leave. Where would they go?

Where could they go?

Kryptos didn't care about the outerplanar Henchmaniacs' reasons for joining Bill; but the shapes were here because Bill had promised to make them a new home. He was the only one in all of reality who could do it. Kryptos was as desperate to hear from Bill as Morph and Hect were. They'd held fast to Bill's promise for a trillion years—so how could they let go of whatever thin thread of that hope remained? Who would they be if they lost it?

But in his heart, Kryptos didn't really believe Bill was out there. He'd been gone too long. And Kryptos couldn't imagine anything less catastrophic than Bill's destruction could have reversed Weirdmageddon.

Yet he was still here, and still waiting, because he didn't know what else to do. He'd stay in the Quadrangle until the whole realm finally fell apart, just in case Bill casually floated back in one day. He'd do anything they could think of to find him and bring him back.

And then Kryptos got a call from Earth.

He sighed heavily.

Calls from Earth weren't unusual. Perks of having helped found the Fishmasons: Kryptos was occasionally summoned by the Fishermen high-ranked enough to be told their organization really did know an interdimensional alien who was their de facto secret leader and presided over their most important rituals. Assuming "de facto secret leader" meant "living equivalent of a beloved sports team mascot," and "presided over" meant "got free invitations to," and "most important rituals" meant "most fun parties." But the humans liked to pretend that their little group was a lot more important and cloak-and-dagger than the social club it really was; and all the wink-wink-nudge-nudge pretending-Kryptos-was-in-charge, while silly, was also kind of flattering. You didn't get many chances to be the star of the show when you lived around a supernova like Bill.

So, Kryptos got calls from Earth from time to time—at least a handful a year—typically from a middle-aged man in a business suit trying to pretend he wasn't giddy about being the guy who'd gotten permission to pull out the candles and contact The Alien.

Kryptos was not in the mood to talk to humans. Humans were why they were in this mess. Humanity could go jump in a lake.

But it wasn't every human's fault that a handful had somehow taken out Bill. And maybe they were calling for a party. Maybe it would cheer him up.

So he sighed again, half heartedly shouted, "Guys—guys, shut up a second, I'm getting a call," and opened up a window to Earth.

His vision was filled with a brown-skinned golden-haired haunted-eyed human who, at the sight of Kryptos, gave him a relieved, face-splitting smile. "H—"

Kryptos hung up.

To reiterate: he took calls from middle-aged men in business suits. That was a naked woman crouched on the floor like an animal.

"Who was it?" Hectorgon asked.

"No one. Some woo-woo witchy type who probably dug up a leaked Fishmason ritual online."

Hectorgon laughed. "I bet it thought it could ask a 'demon' for lottery numbers."

"Sorry, sister, but that's Bill's schtick," Kryptos said. "My number is unlisted for a reason."

Kryptos wondered about Bill's human pals. Well—"pals" was a bit of a stretch—devotees and students. How often did he get calls? And now they couldn't reach him.

Stinks for them. Must be awful, reaching out to someone in another dimension for help and getting nothing back.

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An ethereal, sourceless voice whispered in Bill's ear, "The all-knowing dream demon you're trying to reach is currently unavailable for visions and prophecies. If this is an emergency, wake up and call your nearest Masonic lodge. Otherwise, please leave your prayers or petitions after the beep." Beep.

Bill stared, jaw dropped, at the empty patch of air where Kryptos had been projecting just a moment ago. After several seconds of mute outrage, Bill said, "Kr... Kryptos. You... I swear, if you don't get back here this SECOND—"

The sheer force of his anger woke him up. His eyes fluttered open to the world of color and humidity and pattering water. He grabbed every towel he could reach, wadded them up, and screamed into them. "KRYPTOS YOU SON OF A— I KNOW YOU NEVER CHECK YOUR VOICEMAIL! AND WERE YOU ON MY THRONE, WERE YOU SITTING ON MY SPECIAL THRONE—!"

He shrieked until his lungs were empty.

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At sixty minutes exactly, Ford knocked and opened the bathroom door. Bill stood scowling behind it.

Dryly, Ford asked, "Have a pleasant shower?"

Wet hair hanging in tangles, face flushed red, eyes even redder, Bill snapped, "Yeah. Refreshing."

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"Mabel?"

Mabel glanced down from the stepladder at Bill, then pointedly looked away and continued taping Summerween decorations to the hallway wallpaper. "What."

"Mabel," Bill tried again, a touch more pleading. "O great Shooting Star. My hero. My one and only friend in this hostile universe. Last person who hasn't utterly forsaken me." He leaned on the wall, the back of his hand pressed to his forehead. "The sole illumination in the dark night of my accursed postmortem existence—"

Mabel grudgingly looked at Bill again. "What do you want?"

"Listen: I know I upset you at the mall, and I still need to make it up to you—I do, I do, I just haven't had a chance yet—and you're still a little mad at me, okay—buuut... can you help me make a costume." He pressed his hands together. "Please. I'll owe you one. I'll be in your debt. Just let me dress up for Summerween."

Mabel frowned at him. She frowned a little more. She said, frowning, "You're so lucky I love costumes."

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(Next week: Summerween part 2!! Thanks for reading, if you enjoyed I'd love to hear from y'all what you think! I've been waiting to get to the Henchmaniacs for a long time. Mainly in the hopes y'all will yell at me for putting Bill through heck again.)

[moonesaiky]

Your reverse falls AU looks so amazing I've been so obsessed, I'd love to know more about it so this is me on my knees asking for a little lore drop🧎‍♀️‍➡️🙏

How about we talk about how Will got to Earth? This concept is a bit confusing, so the text is going to be a bit long, I doubt you'll read it all but I'll post it anyway!!!

First of all, it's important to inform you that Ford, just before this, manipulated Will into a deal where he would take his soul “ok, Moone, how?”

here's a text from my pocket demon (co-creator) with the explanation!

“He couldn't trick him like that, it was too daring. So he was going to trick that angel back. Revenge. He was already obsessed, so that angel, his Muse, would definitely be his now.

He would prove to be smarter than a creature like that. So he came up with a good line, saying that he actually agreed with William (and in a way he did) but that he needed some time to finalize things. In the meantime, Gleeful began studying forbidden rituals on how to manipulate a contract.

Then, on returning to William, he said that he needed a helper who wasn't human. He mentioned whether William had any friends, and lucky for Gleeful, William mentioned his gang. Talks came and went, and the scientist said that he wanted to choose one of the gang members, and William agreed, thus making a contract. But it was never said that there were exceptions.

So it's obvious that the chosen member was William himself. That blue devil posing as a fake angel felt more than foolish for falling for such a low trick.” (And yes, this is inspired by Dipper and Bill's Puppet Opera deal! Yay)

Now that this concept has been explained, let's explain what exactly happens to the Portal in this universe.

Stanford Gleeful has always been very stubborn about the portal, refusing to lift a finger to make it, but he wanted it, he needed it for his great human liberation. Will now in possession of Forrd couldn't complain, not in a way that could hurt Ford, and he insisted that he would do it one way or another in the most perfectionist way he could. That's why the portal took 30 years to make, with various tests that may have affected Gravity Falls, but didn't give away the location of the portal.

Okay, where does Will come into this? Well, it's no mystery to anyone that Ford is obsessed with Will, and having him in his possession without being able to have him completely (physically) made him think. Okay, maybe an interdimensional creature really was useful for building the portal, and having him there too… that would be curious… that was around the beginning of the 90s.

At one of the portal's openings, Ford forced Will to enter by pulling him by the chains, a very unpleasant situation for William. Especially as he had to dress up as the Maid :P

[elenthyaolyenths]

DAY 15- «On Thin Ice» Good Omens AU - Triptych Tribute, last part.

To @blairamok. Thanks for everything...!

Please, listen to this?

"Our love is..."

I, I can't get these memories out of my mind And some kind of madness has started to evolve And I, I tried so hard to let you go But some kind of madness is swallowing me whole

I have finally seen the light And I have finally realized What you mean...

And now, I need to know, is this real love Or is it just madness keeping us afloat?

And when I look back at all the crazy fights we had It's like some kind of madness was taking control

And now I have finally seen the light And I have finally realized What you need

But now I have finally seen the end And I'm not expecting you to care, no That I have finally seen the light And I have finally realized

I need to love...!

...I need to love.

Come to me just in a dream Come on and rescue me Yes, I know, I can't be wrong

And baby, you're too headstrong Our love is

...Our Love is Madness, yeah.

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Hello, dear Good Omens fam ^_^

I hope you enjoyed this last fantasie of mine as much as I did. Thanks so much for reading until here. It means a lot to me. Thanks to @blairamok for blessing us with his wonderful AU! I wish you the best, dear!

I have some family duties for a few days and I'll have to travel, so I don't know if I will be able to draw/publish any Daily Challenges for a while. Maybe this is just the sign that I HAVE to go back to simple things, simple challenges, simple ideas, just like at the beginning.

That was one Hell of a journey until now. Thank you all for following me in this challenge. I am learning so much while having fun. Aaand a little bit of pressure too - because HEY ANXIOUS PERSON, that's what I am - but it's almost always a good kind of pressure.

I have drawn more in two weeks that I have ever had in 10 years. This is such a relief to be able to do it, and such a wonderful thing to share my art with you and have your feed-back. Please, please, never stop telling me what you like and what you want me to draw! l would love to read any Challenge Ideas in the tags/comments section.

As for me, I'll try to never stop drawing, ever again.

Have a wonderful day/evening, my dear GO fam.

Elenthya

Personal challenge: a simple sketch each day

Goal: forcing me to keep things simple - inking, shading, just a few sashes of colour

Improvement pursued: to get the movement, the emotion, finding how to add depth, learning how to leave things barely finished

Max time allowed: 2 hours, as usual for my Daily Challenges. or 3-4 hours because it a Tribute to - 8 hours. EIGHT. HOURS. One-shot. Yeah, I know. Time to think about my own rules. Or, no Tribute works for a while. Plus, I love their figure but Crowley face drove me mad. Ugh.

Today's theme chosen by me:

Well, the song speaks for itself, doesn't it? :-) I previously wanted to use "Glorious" because this one is my favourite above all MUSE songs - the instrumental, the voices, everything in this song transports me. But the more I was trying to use the lyrics for this artwork, the more it feels inaccurate. So... Sorry, dear "Glorious". Another time. ;-)

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WIP Wednesday 09-04-24

COME GET YALL JUICE. Or something, I'm sorry, it's the middle of the night. Huge shoutout to @onthewaytosomewhere for tagging me in this and giving me the idea to queue this now so I won't have to catch up after work tomorrow. Snippets under the cut, not for nsfw reasons, just because they're a bit long. That's right, snippet(S), plural, because I have three wips again. And while I haven't worked on Watersports Firstprince anymore (everyone boo'd - promise I'll get back to them) I did start some George Villier's rambling because @firenati0n inspired me (everyone cheered)

Without further delay ;

Cursed Alex x Witch Hen

“Me, make it weird?” the brunette laughed, pouring his coffee and stirring it, clearly having realized that Henry wouldn’t make eye contact. “You won’t even look at me. I just…don’t get what I did wrong? I mean, did you not want it? Were you too drunk? Cause I really didn’t- I wasn’t trying t-” “Alex,” Henry made sure he looked up for that, waited for the other man to make eye contact, “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he did his best to make sure his voice was reassuring, “I just think, obviously you’re going back to Texas when we’ve…finished up,” he waved a hand, “And sex can be intimate or pointless, things like kisses and touches are- well, more intimate. You don’t kiss a prostitute, do you?” “I- I don’t know the answer to that actually,” Alex chuckled, sipping his coffee. “Of course you don’t, look at you,” the blond sighed, “Obviously you’ve never been in that situation. Not that there’s… anything wrong with it. I don’t mean to imply sex work is wrong, I know your whole bit is very open minded. And I assure you I agree with you, so I’m not insinuating that partaking in either end of that transaction is shameful. I’m just calling it what it is, a purchase, a business deal, and I can’t imagine a world where a man who looks like you would need to pur-” “Henry?”  While the blond had been rambling, Alex had stepped closer. He’d set his mug down on the counter halfway and put less than a foot of space between them. It made Henry jolt a bit when he looked up from where he’d been fiddling with his apron, eyes wide at the sudden closeness, like he might be bitten. “I don’t know ‘cause I’ve never been in that situation. But I thought about it,” Alex nodded as he spoke, “And yeah, I would,” his voice was softer, smooth and warm. One large hand lifted to run a finger under the other man’s chin, tilting Henry’s face just a few inches higher before he leaned in and pressed their lips together gently.

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Some George musing, and while it's third person POV, this entire fic will be from George's point of view. A peak inside his mind, so now is where I say- Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this fic are those of George Villier’s and do not necessarily reflect the views or positions of the author.

When George selected the members of his bedchamber, he’d chosen three men and three women, each alike only in eagerness to please him. Not one of his choices looked the same or had similar preferences. It was very much like going to the market and picking six different types of fruit. Why should he deny himself anything when every flavor of nectar running down his chin was just as delicious as the others? Lying on the silk sheets of his bed, warmth from the fire and hands all over his body to keep him warm. This was what George deserved. He’d earned it; paid his dues. Every shudder of pleasure payment for the lies he’d told, blood he’d shed, and every slight he’d faced. Sometimes he led the night’s activities. There were times when George would place each of his pets in a line and work his way down until his cock was soaked and exhausted. To have each one of them begging for just a touch, happy to satisfy him with no regard to their own pleasure. That was power. It would be a lie if George said the proclivities of his sex life weren’t a power play. It would also be untrue to say he didn’t very much enjoy that. He didn’t want to be defied, and certainly not in the bedroom. Total submission, only rebellion against his wishes if he asked for it, when he wanted to fight for dominance. His pets knew that; it was how they came to be his. George didn’t bother to know their names, he assigned them: Pet one, pet two, pet three, pet four, pet five, and pet six. The numbers were arbitrary; they held no rank or status. In fact, his favorite often changed. Pet three was lovely, nearly as beautiful as his master, that was why George had chosen him. Skin that looked and tasted like caramel, long dark lashes, dark curls and a strong build. Most often George kept him close, dressed him in silks, chose him for conversation. But right now, pet five was the most favored.

Okay that was super long, thanks for sticking around pals. TIME FOR A TAG LINE UP:

@taste-thewaste @eusuntgratie @henrysfox @thighzp

@softboynick @catdadacd @sheepywritesfics @henryspearl

@basil-bird @caressthosecheekbones @henfox + literally anyone else I'm sleepy and forgot, or anyone who sees this and wants to tag me, I love reading yall's stuff. <3

[whispers-soundtrack-project]

Destiel

Fanmix Part Two

Part One

Link to the Spotify Playlist is at the bottom of the post

All That I'm Asking For (Lifehouse)

Gravity pulls * And we fall from the clouds * We prove to each other * That we're both human now

If I Get High (Nothing But Thieves)

I’ll meet you at the divide * To break the spell * A point where two worlds collide * Yeah, we’ll rebel

I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That) (Meat Loaf)

And I would do anything for love * I'd run right into hell and back * I would do anything for love * I'll never lie to you and that's a fact

Don't Deserve You (Plumb)

Your heart is gold and how am I the one * That you've chosen to love * I still can't believe that you're right next to me * After all that I've done

Aftermath (Muse)

War is all around * I'm growing tired of fighting * I've been drained * And I can't hide it * But I have strength for you * You're all that's real anymore

Church (Fall Out Boy)

If you were church, I'd get on my knees * Confess my love, I'd know where to be * My sanctuary, you're holy to me * If you were church, I'd get on my knees

I’ve Loved You Before (Melissa Etheridge)

Did I cling to every moment with you, * In every parting glance? * An accidental touch, * Did we ever take the chance for more? * I know I’ve loved you before

Help (Hurts)

Take my hand and lead the way * Out of the darkness and into the light of the day * And take me somewhere I'll be safe * Carry my lifeless body away from the pain

Where You Are (Tommee Profitt, ft. Mike Mains)

We’ll both keep walking * Through hell or heaven * Through unsurvivable odds * Through pain and sorrow * We’ll build our tomorrow * ‘Cause in the end it’s worth the cost

Starlight (Starset)

At night the Earth will rise * And I’ll think of you each time I watch from distant skies * Whenever stars go down and galaxies ignite * I’ll think of you each time they wash me in their light

[ghostfacetheballfondler]

(before this post starts, i want to say that equal person and chosen person (and my own special thing: trophey person), are NOT official terms. they are terms made up by the community to easily communicate the types of emotions and the types of relationships someone with npd can have for another person.

just cuz equal person and chosen person are popular, doesn't mean you *have* to use them if you don't want to.

this whole thing is made up. make your own terms and have fun! like i did)

equal person.

people with npd will talk about their internal hierarchies a lot. they rank people in their head on a scale of inferior -> equal -> superior.

for a while, i questioned myself on whether i have one or not. but i do. my internal hierarchy is just different than what is mainly talked about.

in mine, i don't include myself on the tier list. i don't rank people in accordance to me. but in how i feel about them. i'm still trying to figure out the inner workings of my hierarchy, so i can't go into much detail yet. but the gist of it is like "scum -> worthless but mostly inoffensive -> fine -> i like them -> i love them -> trophey person."

i don't put myself on the internal hierarchy because i see myself on a completely different level from everyone else. because of this, i will never have a "true" equal person.

chosen person.

i still don't fully grasp what a chosen person actually *is*. it seems like it is a vague term that many different experiences fall under. everyone has a different definition for it. sometimes those definitions fit into what i personally experience.

but i don't like using chp *because* it doesn't intuitively make sense to me, nor does it easily explain the feelings i have to someone who doesn't know the definition. equal person doesn't have this problem. it is easy to understand. someone who is an equal.

there are common experiences and feelings relating to having a chosen person that i don't relate to at all, too. so using it would feel like i'm misrepresenting myself in a way.

i don't feel like a god who picked out a random mortal to be my muse. i don't feel like this high and mighty man who decided, out of the good of my heart, to let some inferiors mingle with me.

(who knows maybe i'm being too autistic over the term chp lmao.)

this is why i use trophey person. it calls to mind the concept of a trophey wife.

a woman who is seen as a status symbol for a man. she is only there to boost the man's ego, and to make him feel powerful. she has no merit or use outside of her husband.

a trophey person is a person who is seen as an extension of someone else's ego. because of this, feelings of possessiveness and obsession run rampant. they are reduced into an object to adore, rather than a human being.

aaand because i am nice :3 if someone who doesn't have npd relates to this experience and wants to use the term: go ahead and use it. idc lol. if trophey person becomes a popular enough term that people will try to tell you it's npd exclusive, just tell them to fuck off.

(below are my more personal thoughts about having a trophey person. idk if my simple definition was easy to understand, so if you don't get it, maybe my messy rambles will help?)

i see a trophey person as an extension of my ego. i want to spend my money on them, i praise them, i want to show them off to everyone. they are like an object for me to decorate and cherish. i adore them. they are my most beloved person. i am possessive over them because they are *my* thing. *my* object.

i have strict moral rules that everyone except me and my trophey person have to follow. they can do deplorable shit and i won't care (and might praise them for it too) but if anyone else does it then i'll hate them.

they are not my equal. if i saw them as an equal, i would not be treating them like an object.

i care the most about them and their thoughts because i want to know every last detail about them. i want to figure them out. i want to have them all to myself.

they become an abstract idea to me. a game i can solve if i input the right dialog.

i want them to be dependent on me. they can have other people, sure, but i am the only one who will *always* stay with them. and if they don't want me anymore? then i get thoughts like, "suffer for the rest of your life then! fuck you."

i put in extra effort to manipulate them to like me, and when all that effort is all for naught, my feelings of hate for them are the strongest out of anyone.

my ex friend i made a couple posts about? yeah they used to be one of my trophey people. but now i despise them with my entire being. not gonna go into the graphic details of my hatred, cuz i don't wanna get a callout post made about me or something lol, but just know that it is BAD.

if they didn't used to be my trophey person, i wouldn't hold these strong of feelings.

i have another ex friend. i did care about them a lot. but nowhere near the level of being a trophey person. when they blocked me on everything a couple months ago, i was sad for a day before mostly getting over it after a month. i only think of them in a "ah man. sucks that it didn't work out. i still love these precious memories though <3" kind of way.

my ex trophey person friend drama started happening in december of last year and i still haven't gotten over it. for comparison. lol.

[milkycarnations]

Much like many of you, I have been reading HO1C by @13tinysocks and @itsabee. Unfortunately, it has given me the most atrocious, cornea-burning-scallywagging horniness for Helen. Especially service dom Helen. So I wanted to write a reader-insert fic inspired by it. Fair warning as my characterization of Helen might be rather off, but in honor of the original work, I will be referring to Helen with xe/xir pronouns. You don't need to have read HO1C, but if you like this I do recommend it. From what I understand so far, Helen is only referenced as non-binary, so I will personally be choosing for them to be amab.

"Helen people don't really exist but Ill bleed them into creation." (@13tinysocks circa 2023)

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Cain | nonbinary!Bloody Painter x afab!reader | 2.7k words

one-shot masterlist | mdni | cw: praise, blood, knife play, sadomasochism, cunnilingus, god worship ?

You had agreed to meet Helen in xir studio today. They had asked you sometime after dinner. The way the question sent shivers down your spine and set an ache in your legs told you it had been far too long since you last sat. It was hard to forget the sensation of a blade caressing flesh paired with the stench of paint-thinner.

"Eager to start? You've seemed rather solemn lately, muse." xir voice - so gentle and wispy in nature. You could listen to Helen talk for hours and hours. Eager, you were. Without a word, your feet pattered across the tiled floor headed towards an easel. Helen always had the room prepped before you came, sometimes even seeming to anticipate your surprise arrivals. You never minded. You needed someone who craved you. Someone who worshipped you like a god.

As you sat yourself down on the tall chair, body resting against the backrest, Helen selected a canvas. Xe had rarely chosen anything modest in size, preferring to choose anything xe knew would keep you for hours, posing in front of them and lending the most vulnerable parts of yourself. Flesh and blood. Sin and beauty. You were xir muse.

The canvas was large and you were already curious to see what was planned. Helen had never told you what xe wanted to paint, only ever expressing how much xe needed you. Completely capable of portraying you by memory alone was among xir many talents. You turned your head. You nearly never faced Helen when they painted you, preferring to have the blood harvested from your back.

Once the canvas was placed and ready, you made work of your sweatshirt, stripping it off to reveal your bare breasts and stomach. The chill in the room was always terrible, yet Helen wasted no time, approaching your side with a thick blanket. You uttered a small thank you - not missing xir small glance at your hardened nipples - and you exchanged your jacket for the linen. "Would you like any assistance in pinning your hair up?"

With a nod, you agreed.

"I'll be right back, then."

Shoes clicked as they walked to xir cart. You finished getting settled, wrapping the blanket around the front of your body and letting the cloth drape from your shoulders. You tried not to slouch - you didn't want to see so human - but you did cross your arms and rest them atop the back of the chair, letting your head slump ever so slightly. The sound of squeaky wheels broke your trance, echoing throughout the studio. It stopped short of your right side. You glanced behind you, starting to throb.

Helen was always particular in how they set up their cart as well. It, too, was always set up prior to your arrival. On a metal tray were a variety of knives and razorblades of varying sizes. In addition, a few packs of gauze and antiseptic were placed as well as some other tools that they typically never used. Beside that, on the cart itself, xe had carefully placed an array of paintbrushes, pallets, water, and hand towels. From the side of the tray, xe pulled out a large claw clip and approached you. You looked away, fixing your gaze back at the wall of the studio.

"It has been far too long, don't you agree?"

Xir voice came out as a mere whisper and they gathered your hair atop your scalp and secured it in place.

"Don't you have enough paintings of me?" you asked.

Xe laughed, soft and pleasant in your ears as they traced their fingers along your shoulders. Xe was admiring your complexion. You knew xe would compliment you about it soon enough. Xe always did.

"They aren't just paintings. They're murals. They're idols."

You sat quiet, meaning lost on you.

"I don't understand what's so important about them. Are they not paintings?"

"I will do this and more a hundred times over until you understand my raw devotion to you, muse."

Hands left your back and reached for xir tray, grabbing the antiseptic and a cotton pad. You heard the bottle guzzle as xe poured it.

"They are no false idols either," Helen said, wiping your back clean, "made from the essence of you. What could possibly be more heavenly than that?"

You knew Helen cared for you rather intensely, even now as xe cleaned your back before the cutting - which was entirely unnecessary. You both couldn't die. No human disease could harm you, yet xe still chose to offer such care.

You liked the cutting and you felt terrible to admit it. You liked the way the blade sliced away and carved sacred flesh. The way your blood and body aroused Helen behind you. The way your heart panged and the wetness that always collected between your legs. Nina mentioned something about it and erogenous zones a few weeks ago, but you insisted on ignoring her. You knew she was right.

Sometimes, more than anything, you wished the art Helen left written into your back could stay forever, but being unalive meant that the scars you had were here to stay and the ones you earned since would soon fade. That would be a true devotion: marked and branded together. Forever. But Helen could never give you a gift like that, it was impossible.

"Are you ready to begin now?"

"Yes, if we must." you say.

From behind, xe grabs a blade from the cart. You felt them brush the edge along your spine as xe decided where to make the first incision.

"You say that as if you didn't agree to come,"

Practically hearing the smile on xir face, you ignore them.

"You are here by choice, correct?"

"I am."

"Good," pain bubbled up as xe made the first line, "I was worried I'd lose the privilege of having a willing participant."

Your gaze fell to the chains around the easel and fresh blood rolled down. Helen was quick to catch it up with xir brush, quick to start xir work. You guess you really were one of the few who enjoyed Helen's paint sessions, but it was only a nicety! You could've stopped whenever you wanted.

Xe pressed the paintbrush up against the canvas and began. You couldn't see it too well from here, but Helen preferred it that way regardless. Xe like the element of surprise and the way your face became flushed once you saw xir art.

"You find something... healing in this though, right? You're a masochist." xe said, making another incision.

"Don't call me that,"

"But it's true," xe said, "I mean no offense when I say it. I find pleasure in pain too."

You felt the paintbrush glide across your back again. You shivered but didn't respond.

Helen continued. After nearly 40 minutes of sitting, your back started to sear in pain, aching from flayed flesh and sore lesions, yet Helen painted on. As xe prodded at your skin again, you couldn't help but hold back the weary moan from escaping your lips. Xir body felt close against yours. Another slice drew, your moans growing louder and closer in between. You noticed a stillness in the air.

Head cradled in your arms, you hid yourself from shame. You wanted Helen. The jeans still covering your legs and hips were smothering you, only making the slick collecting in your panties more apparent. Xe made a long cut, starting near the nape of your neck and nearing your lower back. You arched into the sensation, letting out an embarrassing wail. As you did, Helen placed xir other hand firmly around your shoulder, holding you still.

"You bleed so beautifully." xe whimpered, breath heavy on your ear. Xir hand snaked down your side, grabbing and tracing every inch of you.

"Please," your pleading was surely lost in the noise of your shared breaths, but Helen seemed to hear everything when concerning you. Knife clattering to the ground, Helen yanked the linen xe let you borrow, letting it flutter to the floor. Xir hands made a beeline to your breasts, mouth attached to your neck. Xir body pressed up to you drove you mad, your still wet blood soaking into xir shirt.

Small nips touched your neck, the damage done to your body juxtaposed by the gentle way Helen massaged your breasts and teased your nipples.

"Please," you whispered again, unable to beg properly.

Helen grew needy at your want, panting hard behind you, hands wandering down to the button on your jeans. Xe popped them off, struggling to shimmy your pants down with you sat on the stool.

"My muse," you felt as xe ground xir hard-on into your back, desperate for your touch. Words spoken into your neck made your body ache.

"Please!" you uttered, now loud and clear in the empty room. With an arched back, you pressed your head up into xir shoulder, letting them tower over your seated form.

"Tell me what you need. What I can give to you,"

"I need you"-

"That much is obvious. The blood of divinity is in my hands. Let me worship you. Let me bond you and me."

You bucked your hips, rolling into nothing but the tightness of your pants. You needed Helen inside of you. You needed them to show xir devotion by fucking you stupid. Absolute pleasure and pain. Absolute devotion. Chaste kisses peppered your jawline as they grabbed another knife, sending the cart hurtling to the ground. Metal clattered against the floor, scattering far across the room. Paintbrushes rolled out from their meticulous placement; water and blood spilled. Hastily, Helen sliced the flesh of their palm, cutting deep and sharp. Blood gushed from the wound splattering onto your breasts before xe pressed it against a gash on your back. Blood mixed with blood.

"Please, Helen I need you inside of me!" you pleaded, pushed to tears.

"I am," xe responded, sounding relieved.

You reached behind you, tugging at their apron, soaked in fresh and dried blood alike. Their body moved at each pull and you yanked the ties apart. Xe followed suit, lifting the apron above their head and letting it drop to the floor. Your hands reached for Helen's bulge, rubbing them through xir pants.

"You know I don't mean it like that," you said.

Wordless, Helen turned you to face them. Your back stung while resting flush against the chair slat.

"Then let me make it up to you," xe said, falling to xir knees. From between your legs, xe helped you to finally pull your jeans down, your panties coming with them. You were impatient. You didn't want any more foreplay, you wanted them.

They took their time teasing you, resting xir head against your upper thigh, reaching up to caress your breasts, and spreading their blood around. It had already started to congeal, losing its warmth. Hands trailing to meet your hips. You took initiative, lifting your legs up and placing your feet on xir shoulders, yet it only distracted them more placing kisses from your inner thigh down to your ankles.

"I thought you were trying to make it up to me, can't you hurry already?"

"It takes time to appreciate such beauty," xe said, bringing xir face back in front of your pussy. You were surely glistening. A sight to see. You could see it in their eyes - the way they scanned over every part of you. Every fold, every blemish, every imperfection. They took their first lap, so gentle and pleasant on your clit. They whined in response, letting you closer to them. Arms wrapped around your legs as the heat of their breath tickled your skin. Another swipe, tongue flat and heavy. You bet Helen loved to have your taste on their lips.

Your body was trembling, your core aching with anticipation. Xe quickened their pace, letting each lap change in speed, pressure, and movement. How could someone be so good at eating pussy?

And god you wanted to cum so badly, you needed to. Your fingers threaded themselves through Helen's hair, gripping on for dear life. You needed to hold onto something - else you felt your whole body might fall apart. And when you do fall apart, Helen will be there to pick up all of your parts and piece them back together.

Their soft whimpers into your cunt drove you mad, vibrations sending you over. You wouldn't be able to hold it for much longer. Your own whines and gasps filled the room and grew heavy.

"Fuck!"

Your legs tightened around xir head as xe started sucking on your clit.

"I'm gonna cum," you cried out, pulling on their hair. As your orgasm started to wash over you, you couldn't decide whether or not you wanted to push their face into you or force them away. Regardless, you squirmed in the chair, slumping down even further as you came on Helen's face.

"Stop,"

Before the words could finish leaving your lips, Helen lifted xir head. Their face was coated in your slick, which they soon wiped away with the back of their hands. You closed your eyes, listening to the heaving of both of your breaths.

"Do you still want me? Inside of you."

Eyes opening, you looked down at them. Between xir own legs, they were still hard. Good orgasm aside, you still needed Helen.

"I do,"

Xe stood.

"Where shall I take you?"

The question sent shame and embarrassment to your face.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you're far too sacred to be taken on the floor,"

Xir gaze turned to the corner of the room. Counters and cabinets surrounded a single basin sink.

"How about there?"

You nodded, still slightly winded. Without warning, Helen wrapped xir arms around you, lifting you into xir embrace. They carried you to the counters, placing you atop one of them, similar to how you were sitting on the chair. This way, however, you were more level with xir cock.

"I'll have to hold you up, but the counter will hold you, too. You will tell me if it's too uncomfortable, yes?"

"Yes. Now please, I've been waiting too long."

Xe pulled their shirt over their head and slid down their pants just enough to pull themselves out. Xe wasted no time in lining themself with your entrance and finally pushing inside of you. They did so slowly, moaning faintly as they bottomed out.

"You're made so perfectly,"

Xir arms were now wrapped around you, circling around your back to embrace you, holding you up against the counter as xir hips did all the work. They were gentle and slow in their pace, but they were hungry for you too, thrusting erratically. Xir fingers caressed your wounds, now quickly healing. Being unalive made sitting for Helen something special, but within a day or two most of the lacerations would be fully healed and almost all of the evidence of today would be faded. You would need to do it again.

Already sensitive, you were approaching your climax too quickly. You could tell Helen was also - so pent up from giving all xir attention to you.

"Can I cum inside you?" xe asked, breathy.

You nodded, begging them to do so. They started muttering under their breath, seemingly praying.

Xir voice hitched as they came, hips stuttering. You let yourself push over the edge, not holding back and cumming with them, much lighter this time, but still enough to send you gripping xir back, enough to draw blood.

For moments, you sat in each other's arms before xe finally set you down, letting your feet touch the ground.

"I suppose that is all for today?" xe seemed upset, gaze falling at xir unfinished painting of you.

"We can finish it another time," you said. You knew he'd refuse to use any blood but yours.

"You'll sit for me?"

You nodded. Xe cleared xir throat, composing themself.

"Would you like me to accompany you to your room?"

"I would like that very much."

Together, you dressed. The cloth of your jacket was itchy against the scabs on your back, but you wouldn't have to worry about it for too much longer. You were ready to get back into your room and shower, then pass out after a stressful week.

Helen worshipped you. They were your catharsis. As they led you out of the studio, xe asked, "Have I ever told you how lovely your complexion is?"

[caustinen]

Let’s create a “clegan/buckxbucky/buckyxbuck/eganven/whatever we call the buckies” playlist together.

🎶 🛫 When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen that remind you of Clegan (MOTA) and publish them. Then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) (@onyxsboxes so i can add your replies to the playlist) 🛫 🎶

You can include more or fewer songs (as you prefer), I'll collect all the replies and put them together in a playlist that I'll share in a week or so (I'll update it as I receive replies, so no rush and no pressure).

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS & sorry in advance, i am a music lover first and a person second so i can’t not be intense about this despite having chosen mostly super cheesy songs!!

if i needed someone (the beatles)

if I needed someone to love / you're the one that I'd be thinking of / if I needed someone / if I had some more time to spend / then I guess I'd be with you, my friend / if I needed someone / had you come some other day / then it might not have been like this / but you see now I'm too much in love

there were so many beatles songs i considered since they wrote so extensively on many sides of love, but rather than going with my first obvious choice “if i fell” i thought this was a good song when thinking about them meeting, especially from gale pov! the cheeky way to phrase this, “i’m a very independent person and quite busy too btw BUT if i were to need someone in my life you’d probably be the person”, just that slow process of falling for a friend when the butterflies in your tummy start changing little by little, you smile a little wider any time you see your person, but you’re maybe not quite ready to admit it to even yourself yet, but in soft moments you might slip something like “the last few years would’ve been a lot rougher without you… bro”

2. standing next to you (jungkook)

Stop, can you feel that? / It's like Heaven and Earth moves whenever we touch // The universe approves when you and I dance // They can't deny our love / They can't divide us / We'll survive the test of time / I swear that I'll be right here / Standing next to you

this is fun, sexy pop perfect for the moment when they eventually do stop dancing around each other, that first love bubble of excitement of each touch and kiss and just being close to someone <3 but also the “standing next to you” sentiment is so good when thinking of even particular scenes in the show and overall how they’re able to show their love in public in fics too, just standing close to someone when you’re aching to feel.... also everytime a song mentions dancing it's in my clegan list

3. ocean eyes (billie eilish)

I've been watchin' you for some time / Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes / Burning cities and napalm skies / Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes / Your ocean eyes // I've been walkin' through a world gone blind / Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind / Careful creature made friends with time // I'm scared / I've never fallen from quite this high / Fallin' into your ocean eyes / Those ocean eyes

idk if this even needs explanation, i think the blue ocean eyes are a stable of this fandom and this also serves again as a perfect bridge from the previous songs as the flirty love bubble morphs into real feelings, almost scary in their intensity

4. falling away with you (muse)

So I'll love whatever you become / And forget the reckless things we've done / I think our lives have just begun / I think our lives have just begun / And I'll feel my world crumbling / I'll feel my life crumbling / I'll feel my soul crumbling away / And falling away / Falling away with you / Staying awake to chase a dream / Tasting the air you're breathing in / I hope I won't forget a thing

This could be a stalag/immedieate post-war song, i mean the whole song is so sad but these parts in particular are talking so beautifully about overcoming difficulties, loving someone when you know you can’t fix them and you might be a little broken too but for now the love in itself will be enough, will have to be enough to get your through the worst and then you can start to reasses where to go from there

5. exist for love (AURORA)

And then you take me in / And everything in me begins to feel like I belong / Like everybody needs a home / And when I take your hand / Like the world has never held a man / I know I cannot heal the hurt / But I will hold you here forever / If I can, if I can / And then I learned the truth / How everything good in life seems to lead back to you / And every single time I run into your arms / I feel like I exist for love / Like I exist for love / Only for love

Because I’m a hopeless romantic i needed to end it here, this is probably the most overly sweet n hearteyed song ever made but it fits them perfectly and in this small narrative over these songs i want them to always end up here bc real life sucks and i seek happiness from fiction

+ sata vuotta / hundred years (behm)

i know you asked for five but this finnish song just fit for them perfectly, especially since i’ve been reading @joeyalohadream cooler fic part two as a bedtime read for the past few nights and been in my feelings (you’re absolutely phenomenal writer and I adore your work!!) so i wanted to add this, but figured it probably wouldn’t make any playlist since the lyrics are the oof of it… I did a quick partial translation for the first part:

I’m sure that just with your eyes / You could make the sky itself fall down / And all the birds find their way to Eden / I might be losing my mind / When I find myself running after you to the hallway / Just to see your shadow for a moment more / And if you felt like drowning / I would give you my lungs / So you could breathe / If you let me / I’ll hold your hand tight / For a hundred years at least / But even that wouldn’t be long enough / No one else can make me promise them / Hundred years of my time, at least / And if you’d be okay with it, even longer than that

(there were so many finnish songs i realized fit them PERFECTLY but idk if it’s okay to spam them in this context, maybe some other time)

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU i love yapping about music and clegan so this was a dream way to start my day!!

[fallenwhumpee]

No but wait- imagine team leader whumpee sacrificing themself to save a team who thinks leader betrayed them. But whumper keeps all of them in the same cell and vows to kill any team member who thinks leader isn't a traitor-

Anon this is perfect I hope you don't mind me writing it <3

"I didn't mean to."

• Masterlist •

Warnings: Captivity, death threats.

Whumper was vibrating. The delight of deception was something they could never get bored of. They could play with people's actions even without getting their hands dirty, and it was just as satisfying.

With a grin they didn't bother to clean from their lips, they barged into Leader's cell. Poor thing was curled up on the floor, ears damaged from pulling g too much probably. The screen was still on, showing the cell at the other side of the facility.

Leader didn't even hear them coming in. The other cell was arguing again, about what had really happened and why they were there.

They pulled the body up and ripped the earphones harshly. They didn't care much about the tape coming off with the earphones ripping a chunk of Leader's hair.

Leader yelped, almost screaming. Whumper sighed. Such a wasted opportunity, they wanted to hear those cries.

"Your team has grown too comfortable," they snarled. "And noisy. I'd show them their place, but we have a deal."

Leader sank into their place.

That was worrying. Whumper wanted them to snarl, to fight back. Not accept. That was why they had chosen Leader, not anyone else in the team. And it was so unsatisfying.

"I'm sure you are also not happy with how they talk. You're going to tell them to shut up." Something sparkled in Leader's eyes. Good. Then it was time to drain that. "If they realise you're not a traitor, I will burn them alive."

Leader's eyes grew. "You—"

"I promised to keep them alive as long as they hated you. Realising that you once more foolishly sacrificed yourself beats up the purpose. And don't forget that I keep my promise because I pity you."

Whumper gave the best smile before pulling Leader to their feet through the collar of their worn shirt. Leader stumbled a little before finding their footing, glaring right into Whumper's eyes. They were going to enjoy the show.

"I'll make them understand. I'll find a way," Leader spat, a spark of defiance breaking through.

Whumper chuckled. "Oh, please do try. But now you have to fix your look. I don't think a rat like you can be fixed with clothes, but you at least have to appear decent in front of my bargaining chips."

Leader straightened their back, resisting the pull of Whumper's grip on their collar. A forced smile played on their lips, a veneer over the turmoil within. "I'll play your game for now," Leader responded with a cold calmness that betrayed none of their inner turmoil.

As Leader moved towards the small washbasin in the corner of the cell, Whumper watched, arms crossed.

Human nature was fascinating. The protective emotions, which would only make an animal protect its place, were working differently on humans. A dog would leave if a stronger one came. But humans? They would challenge. They would protect something they love at all costs.

Whumper would go to every extent to keep doing this. In theory, it was no different than what Leader was doing for the team. Ethically, what Whumper did was unforgivable, but Leader would be praised for their little cat-and-mouse game with Whumper if the team learned that Leader had only done it to save them.

Whumper stopped musing when Leadder came out with clean clothes. They gave Leader an earpiece with one last warning. Whumper had no value for the little pests.

Whumper settled in the security room, trying to contain their curiousity.

Leader stood next to the door, silent. The dim light in the cell did little to soften the anger etched on the faces of the team members as Leader, wearing a forced facade of composure, was escorted into the room.

Whumper had expected a more vivid scene, not this awkward one.

"How much?" Right Hand asked after an eternity.

"What?" Leader asked, caught off guard. Oh, Whumper was going to enjoy this.

"How much did you sell us for?"

"I-" Leader started, but Right Hand didn't let them continue.

"Maybe you hadn't even done it for something. You only wanted the power over us, and now you have us at your mercy. Are you fınally happy?"

"Looks like you don't have to try much," Whumper whispered to the earpiece. Leader winced as a response, but luckily, the team didn't get it.

"I... didn't..." Leader stuttered, eyeing the hidden camera subtly. "I didn't mean to."

"You didn't mean to," Medic laughed. "At least try to lie." "We followed you, and you led us right into a trap. How could you?"

Leader's lips parted, ready to argue, but they only whispered for the earpiece to pick up.

"Please get me out."

The helplessness of the voice was soothing for Whumper. With a smile they knew no one could see, they chirped.

"Sorry, but I enjoy this too much."

[foxes-that-run]

Wine, Drug and Antidote Haylor theme

Wine / Alcohol

Taylor

Clean “you’re still all over me like a wine stained dress I can’t wear anymore”

Death by a Thousand Cuts “my time, my wine, my spirit, my trust” and "I get drunk, but it's not enough ’Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby"

False God “got the wine for you”

Willow “lost in your current like a priceless wine”

Maroon “your roommate’s cheap ass screw top rose" and “The burgundy on my tshirt when you splashed your wine into me”

Paris “cheap wine make believe it’s champagne”

Dress: I’m spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we’re both drunk

The 1: Rosé flowing with your chosen family

August: August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'cause you were never mine

Ivy: Or dare to sit and watch what we’ll become, and drink my husband’s wine

Need "Desire is the sound of the whiskey / Telling me you miss me Can you come around?"

Gorgeous"Whiskey on ice, Sunset and Vine, you’ve ruined my life by not being mine"

“Slut!”: And if I’m gonna be drunk, might as well be drunk in love

End Game: I don’t wanna hurt you, I just wanna be drinking on a beach with you all over me

Delicate: We can’t make any promises now can we babe, but you can make me a drink

Dress: I’m spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we’re both drunk

Cruel Summer: I’m drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar

Cardigan: Dancing in your Levi’s, drunk under a streetlight

Harry

Olivia, “This isn't the stain of a red wine, I'm bleeding love”

Already Home “a bottle of wine, pretending it’s fine”

Changes “god bless the young hearts sippin cheap wine

Grapejuice "I'm so over whites and pinks", "A bottle of rouge” and “Just me and you 1982" and “grapejuice blues”

Little Freak “red wine and ginger ale”

Keep Driving “wine glass, puff pass”

Pick you up "We don't need wine, we need water"

Medicine "I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted"

From the Dining Table "Fell back to sleep, I got drunk by noon"

Satellite "Do you wanna talk? / We share the last line / Then we drink the wall"

Medicine, Anti-dote, drugs and addiction

Taylor

Clean "Ten months sober, I must admit / Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it / Ten months older, I won't give in / Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it"

Death by a thousand cuts "Gave up on me like I was a bad drug"

Don’t Blame Me: Lord, save me, my drug is my baby, I’ll be using for the rest of my life

Illicit Affairs: A drug that only worked the first few hundred times

Bejewelled “some guy said my auras moonstone just cuz he was high” 

Harry

Muse as a drug/addiction

Meet me in the Hallway "I just left the bedroom Give me some morphine / Is there any more to do?"

Daylight - “ You got the antidote I'll take one to go, go, please”

Golden "I can feel you take control (I can feel you take control) / Of who I am, and all I've ever known / Lovin' you's the antidote",

Ever Since New York "Choose your words 'cause there's no antidote"

End of the Day "Twenty minutes later, wound up in the hospital / The priest thinks it's the devil, my mum thinks it's the flu / But, girl, it's only you"

Medicine - "I'm here to take my medicine, take my medicine / Treat you like a gentleman / Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline"

Make my day "She asked me to choke her, I play along / Hit me like a ray of light, straight to my veins"

Complicated Freak "I still crave it, complicated freak"

Taking drugs / being high

Ophelia "Why don't we get a little high and crazy?"

Daylight "You were just doing cocaine In my kitchen, you never listen" and "I'm on the roof / You're in your airplane seat / I was nose bleedin'"

Keep Driving "Cocaine, side boob / Choke her with a sea view"

Pop tart "A coked up little Pop-Tart" (I think not Haylor)

Kiwi "Holland Tunnel for a nose, it's always backed up"

Cinema "I bring the pop to the cinema / You pop when we get intimate"

(See also @womanexile's post on Wine)

[hybeboyenthusisast]

➺ nineteen (the end)

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a/n: not too happy with this smau and how it turned out, but you can look forward to the teacher!babydaddy!soobin smau that I will begin working on soon. My permanent taglist is open, so if you would like to join, send an ask/message/or comment! Thank you so much for the support, I hope to see some of you lovely readers again in the future!

With college parties, the concept of being late was almost nonexistent. If you showed up at 8 pm, 12 am, or sometimes even 3 am, you'd find your chosen party stuffed full of sweaty bodies, loud music, and alcohol spilling all over the place. Parties on this campus seemed to never end, but maybe that was because you tended to not remember how they ended.

While you were aware that arriving at 9 pm to the party at whatever-whoever fraternity house was not considered late, you knew before Beomgyu even opened his mouth that he would spout some nonsense about you being so late that the party was over.

He was right, as you had promised you were right behind him when he left for the party at 7. You lied.

As soon as you left your dorm, you went straight to the Alpha Phi fraternity house. Seeing as most of the members were already at the party or busy doing their own thing, there was a semblance of privacy for you and your new boyfriend.

Two hours later, with your makeup and hair redone, dress put back into place, you were hoping your brother would be tipsy enough to not notice the blue and purple splotches along your collarbone.

"Everyone's gonna see," You had reminded Soobin in a whiny tone while he sucked on your skin. He had popped off with a wet sound, smirking at you.

"That's the point," Soobin practically growled. "Want everyone to know you're mine."

Now as you entered the party, Soobin's arm around your waist, it was obvious that he had accomplished exactly that. You found yourself musing over the fact that even at a party, nobody had anything better to do than whisper about the two of you.

"Hey, you made it!" Jay patted Soobin on the shoulder, pushing a red solo cup in his hand. "I don't know what Han put in this, but it's nasty. Enjoy."

You laughed as Soobin sniffed the drink, scrunching his noise up at the smell. You took the cup from his hand, bringing it to your lips with no hesitation. Jay barked out a laugh while Soobin's jaw dropped, the two of them watching you drink whatever was in the cup.

You shrugged, "Better than half the shit Beomgyu mixes together. He's a shit bartender."

Soobin shakes his head in wonder, Jay having wandered off already. "You're crazy, baby."

You grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the middle of the house. The kitchen had to be somewhere, after all. While you were able to drink the crap Jay had pawned off on you, you and Soobin both deserved a good drink.

Beomgyu's screams instantly had your attention, turning in the direction they came from. Even if the music was blasting, you could unfortunately hear your twin far easier than others. Twin thing, perhaps, or maybe survival instincts. One moment you were holding Soobin's hand, the next you were squished up against Beomgyu's chest as he cradled you.

"What the fu-" You began saying before he fully smushed your face against his chest. You swatted at him, pushing him away so you could breathe.

"I missed you, where were you? Why are you so late? Did you get lost?" Your brother had definitely consumed more alcohol than you expected.

Soobin stood awkwardly to the side as he watched you and your brother interact. He and Beomgyu still weren't super friendly, but both had begun making the effort to get along. "Can I have my girlfriend back?"

Beomgyu shook his head, trying to hold onto you as you untangled yourself from his grasp. "Gyu, you need to learn how to share," you flicked his nose.

Soobin snickered at Beomgyu's loud cry of protest, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I'll grab us some drinks, baby, I'll be right back."

The entire time Soobin was in the kitchen, refusing to try anything mixed together by Han, you and your brother were squabbling like children. You hadn't even realized Soobin was taking longer than it took to get drinks, not until he returned to your field of vision with a girl hanging onto his arm.

Soobin was incredibly uncomfortable. He had only left you to get drinks, preferably ones not mixed by Han, and found himself cornered by two girls he had never seen in his life.

"Soobin, what are you doing all alone? Did your plaything leave you?" One of the girls pouted in fake sympathy, placing her hand on his arm.

The other girl joined in, "We can keep you company, Soobinnie, doesn't that sound fun?"

Soobin eyed the scantily clad pair cautiously, trying to think of a way to run away and return to you as quickly as possible. He didn't want to push them out of his way in case one of them accidentally got hurt, but he really just wanted to be back by your side. "You're in my way. My girlfriend is waiting for me."

The girls both laughed, moving closer to Soobin. "Be real, she's not your girlfriend. You hate her, everyone knows that," one of them said with an eyeroll.

"Why did you lie about her being with you? We all know that isn't true," the other chimed in.

Soobin sighed, feeling his frustration building. They had a point; it did seem like a lie that he had slept with the one person he so publicly hated, even coming to her defense. But it was true, and Soobin only cared if you knew that. "My relationship is none of your business. Yn and I had a difficult past but we have been able to work through it and move onto something better. It's really sad that the two of you have such empty lives that you have nothing better to do than attempt to ruin someone else's. Good luck with that."

Soobin had broken free, leaving the girls stunned as he pushed past them, frustrated by their comments. He was fine if people wanted to gossip about him, but he wanted you to be left out of it. Drinks in hand, he was finally on his way back to your side.

He was sipping his own drink as he approached the arguing twins, quietly wondering what you were fighting over now, when one of the irritating girls returned. She latched onto his arm, walking alongside him as he moved.

This is when you noticed, a frown instantly forming on your face. Beomgyu's whines quieted as he noticed the shift in your behavior, turning to see what you were looking at. His frown matched your own, watching as Soobin spoke to the girl attached to his side.

You had no idea what was going on; surely Soobin wasn't running off with another girl, so what was going on? The girl looked far too cozy, fluttering her eyelashes as she stared up at Soobin. You and Beomgyu made your way over, pushing through the groups of people in the way.

"Hi baby, what took you so long?" You asked Soobin cheerfully, completely ignoring the girl on his side. Soobin was still tense, trying to pull his arm out of the girl's grasp, but he looked more relaxed with your presence. "This one mine?" You pointed at one of the cups, taking it from him before he could respond. With one of his hands finally free, he pried the girl's grip off his arm, instantly moving towards you.

Beomgyu stepped in, immediately questioning the girl in a way that he knew would annoy her and get her to leave. Soobin grabbed your hand, leading you to the backyard.

"You alright, honey?" You asked him, cupping his cheek and gently rubbing your thumb against his cheek as he leaned against the side of the house.

Soobin sighed, leaning into your touch. "Yeah, I was cornered by that girl and her friend, asking me the stupidest questions. Guess people are gossiping about us, but we shouldn't care what they say. You know how I feel about you, you know this is real."

You stood on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "I know, baby. Whatever happens, we face it together, yeah?"

Soobin nodded in agreement, pulling you in by your hips. "I won't lie, though, the idea of really showing off that you're my girl, is really hot."

You laughed, kissing his cheek. "Let's go put on a show, then."

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