#25 days he'd rather forget

[luvismenu]

Promise You - JJK ,, series index

25 promise you

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the warmth of his body envelops you like a comforting blanket, melting away the stress you didn’t even realize you were carrying. his familiar scent, his cologne; a blend of warmth and freshness, like crisp cedarwood mixed with a hint of citrus. it fills your senses, grounding you. it’s the kind of scent that stays on your clothes long after he’s gone, reminding you of him.

you fit perfectly in his arms, as if they were made just for you, strong and protective. his chest rises and falls steadily beneath yourcheek, and you can’t help but feel safe, like nothing in the world could touch you here. it’s not just about the physical comfort; it’s the mental ease too. with him, everything else; the worries, the noise, the chaos fades into the background until all that remains is this moment, just the two of you.

and you love it. you love how he can ease your mind, making the weight of the world on your shoulders dissolve like mist at dawn. how you can simply be without pretense or expectation. being with him feels like a quiet exhale after holding your breath for too long.

with him, it’s easy to forget about everything outside these arms because right here, in his embrace, it feels like home.

it feels like where you’re meant to be.

it feels like peace wrapped in familiarity.

it’s like finding a place you didn’t know you were searching for.

it feels like everything finally makes sense.

it’s the kind of comfort you only get when you’re exactly where you belong.

to him, you're the world.

you're his melody that drifts through every quiet moment, soothing his restless thoughts and bringing peace to his mind. you're the comfort he craves after long, exhausting days, the warmth that makes even the coldest nights bearable.

you're his everything, the reason his heart beats a little steadier, the one constant he never knew he needed, and the home he never thought he’d find. in your presence, he feels whole, as if every missing piece of him has finally fallen into place.

to him, nothing feels quite as right as holding you. the way your body molds into his; like you were made to fit there, it brings him a sense of calm he never thought possible.

every time he wraps his arms around you, it’s as if the noise of the world fades, and all that’s left is the steady rhythm of your breathing against his chest.

he loves the quiet moments, when your head rests on his chest, your fingers lazily tracing patterns on his skin. it’s in those little touches that he finds peace, the kind of peace he never knew he needed but now can’t live without.

he holds you like you're a treasure, careful but secure, never wanting you to feel the weight of anything but his love. if it meant keeping you at ease, hed move mountains without a second thought. he'd take on any burden, face any challenge, just to make sure you never have to.

the way you relax in his embrace makes him feel like he’s doing something right; like in a world full of uncertainties, this is the one thing he knows how to do perfectly.

whenyou sigh softly in his arms, content and at peace, he knows there’s nowhere else he’d rather be, no place he could ever belong more than right here, holding you.

his hand gently brushes through your hair, the tips of his fingers grazing your scalp in a way that makes you close your eyes and melt into his touch. the softness of the moment wraps around you like a warm blanket.

“i love you, so much. i don't think i could ever stop loving you” he whispers, his voice low and tender, as if the words are meant only for you to hear.

a small smile tugs at your lips as you nestle closer into his embrace. you don’t want to move, don’t want to leave the comfort of his arms. the silence between you filled only with the soft hum of your breathing and the steady beat of his heart.

“promise me?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, but the vulnerability behind the words is enough to make his heart flutter.

he pauses for a moment, gazing down at you as if you are the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, every little detail of you etched into his heart.

his lips curl into the kind of smile that feels like a promise in itself, soft but unwavering.

“promise you.”

and in that moment, with the world outside far away and irrelevant, you know that he means it; he’ll love you through every storm, every moment of doubt, and every breath in between.

the end.

[assortedvillainvault]

Me, sending Thalassa another ask after a long tumblr absence? It's more likely than you think ;)

My request this time is more Shen x Reader...but through the Henchwolves' POV

Gimme that minion gossip 😆

It's benn a Goddamn Minute since I wrote anything for the murderbird, please accept this humble offering my friend! This is set loosely within Shen's hostile takeover of his family's palace, just pretend it's taking a few months longer for Po and the Furious Five to arrive.

Lord Shen x Reader (Henchwolves POV)

Sooo...the boss’s in looovvveee…

Ok well it’s more like Shen is speed-cycling through every emotion under the sun, like some kind of cursed knife throwing merry-go-round.

From an outside perspective that part is no different to how he normally is, really, potato tomato.

But ever since YOU entered the picture, he’s been swinging between regality and rage like it’s going out of fashion.

This would normally be time for the wolves to about-face and shamelessly hide behind the hired muscle of the rhino and gorilla guards, but between your bemused reactions and the Soothsayers amused snorts they have front row seats to China’s cheesiest love story and they’re not missing ANY of the drama.

Don’t forget, the wolves have followed Shen for nearly two decades by now – they know him. His ins and outs, his twitches and grandiose gestures. The way his right eyelid twitches when he can’t feel the knives in his sleeves.

They’re not familiar with the way his elegant steps stumble when you surprise him. Or how he loses his train of thought and sputters when you question his judgement. Or how he seems to fight the noble training of several years to fidget with his robes before posing just so to meet with you.

Guards from both the throne room and the gardens noticed his tail sweeping and twitching when talking to you, and in their experience, Shen’s tail is a dead giveaway for his flintstrike temper and at the time they were 99% certain he was about to stick a knife in your back and call it a day…

...until he presented you with a custom ordered gift and his overwrought nerves had his tail nearly leap into it’s classic fan as he awkwardly swallowed a squawk into a cough, trying to pretend this was a spur of the moment thing rather something he'd agonized over in private for five days.

At guard change they all but barged into the guardroom mess, hollering and sniggering.

“Shen’s PRESENTING!”

Chaos ensues. Bets are taken, at least one table is broken. One poor bastard ends up tossed from a fifth story window. He's probably fine.

It’s all boss wolf can do not to roll his eyes.

In contrast to the rest of the henchman – he operates much closer to Shen in a day to day capacity. So HE’s the poor bugger having to endure Shen’s erratic mumbling as the neurotic bird pores over battle plans, supply chains, letters and negotiations from nobility and powerful individuals to bribe. All that, he can deal with.

...What he can’t deal with is the way Shen’s eyes will glaze over mid mumble and suddenly he’s got an earful of spoiled royal lamenting how 50 reams of china’s finest silks isn’t even close enough to a satisfactory nest and How is he supposed to curry your favour if you only have 25 colours to choose from???

Fucking. BIRDS and their obsession with shiny shit.

Meanwhile, the Soothsayer is very much enjoying watching Shen work himself into a knot over whether or not he should ask her for a love life prediction.

It’s just a waiting game before he cracks. And she’s more than happy to trip him up and poke fun in the meantime, catching your eye from the background and winking as she eats his sashes and pulls fake prophesies out of her ass.

(She approves of you, don’t worry, and she lowkey is happy for Shen to have found someone as wonderful as you, but also: you deserve better and her lingering fondness for Shen as his former nanny doesn’t blind her to that.)

Hope you enjoyed these headcannons friend!

[sickofthis666]

Another thing that my mom told me today that I've found pretty depressing (and that is feminism-related): (2)

— When comparing her experience with her current lover vs my dad (25 years of marriage):

"I'm not used to not fighting all the time. It must have been two or three years since I've been in a fight."

With my father, there would always be a fight sooner or later. On average, it was every two or three days. At the best of times, we would get maybe a week of peace. In the worse cases, there would be a fight every day.

I hear you say: "it takes two to tango."

Well, you don't know my dad. He always found reasons to fight. You could be minding your business one minute, and the next he would barge in and makes a list of everything that was wrong with you. No matter what you did. Criticism after criticism after criticism. Even if you started to do the contrary to avoid unpleasant remarks, he'd criticize you for doing to opposite of what he criticized before! On the morning of my 13th birthday, he spent an hour lecturing me on how they couldn’t afford to buy me a mobile phone. (I was a reasonable kid, I gave up on the phone very quickly). Then the same day, the afternoon, he took me to a store to buy said phone.

"Just leave" is what you'd do to avoid conflict, right? You can’t avoid the criticism, you can’t win the argument (I tried so many times, it only make things worse, to the point where you just sit there in silence and take it because at least it's not as bad as it could be). Makes sense, right? Oh, but no. No, you can’t leave. He'll follow you. In the next room, on the other floor, even outside. If you ask to be left alone, he won't listen. (That doesn't apply to him though. He decides when the argument is over.) I once locked myself into the bathroom because it was the only room with a lock (he threatened to remove my bedroom door despite me being a teenage girl at the time), the only way to breathe, and he went to pick up tools and started to unbolt it.

I wanted to cry when my mom told me that. It was so surreal. Of course I knew about her fights with my dad, better than anyone (most of the time the fights would happen in the evenings, in front of my bedroom door because it was the "crossroad" between the kitchen, living room (the two rooms where my dad spent most his time) and my parents bedroom (where my mom was)).

But to hear that she was so used to it, that not fighting felt abnormal to her? It makes me want to cry, to break things, to beat up my dad, to turn back time and make it so they never meet, even if it means I'd never be born.

My mom was a smart, wise, and careful young woman. Every single one of her pregnancies was wanted and planned. She meticulously made the decisions to first finish her studies, then get a stable job, then get married, then have kids. The studies for a stable, well paying job. The job to be independant and not rely on a man. The marriage to have kids in a stable relationship. Everything should have gone smoothly.

But there was one thing she couldn’t have planned— no one could have, and it was that 10 years down the road, my father would become abusive.

First she couldn’t leave because her children were too young. Plus, that's the things with abusers, they're not always awful. They alternate. So you think it was a one time fluke. You think the man calling you crazy and stupid on a daily basis will turn back into the man you fell in love with. You think the man who routinely terrorizes your kids will turn back into the loving father he once was. It's a human thing, to hope. After all, if he changed for the worse, why couldn’t he change for the better?

By the time she realized he was only getting worse, it was too late. He accumulated so much shared debts and loans that she couldn’t leave.

There's a french book about domestic violence, and how the judicial system finishes off battered women rather than save them, whose title I can't forget.

Madame, il fallait partir.

Ma'am, you needed to leave. Or, Ma'am, you should have left.

[stephaniebrownslover]

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Can I ask about Creepypasta ages headcanons in your main AU??

THANK YOU FROM NOW <333

HIIIIIIII NEW ANON, YOU'RE SO SWEET<3333

Okay thank you so much for asking, you guys are literally spoiling me, like I'm having a little heart attack whenever someone asks me something.

I don't want this post just be numbers so I'll give a random fact about main characters' most important birthday day and something about non-human characters, hope you don't mind. It's mostly angst and I'm so sorry about that.

YOU'RE WELCOME AND I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT<333

I know most of the ages sound ridiculous but it's really hard to attach them all together :(

Characters' Ages And Facts About Main Characters' Most Important Birthday

Au's ships: TicciWork, NinaKate, MaryJane and Bloody Angel(probably should've said this earlier)

Current year: 2014

Main characters

-Jeff The Killer: 20

Jeff got burned at the age of 15, at his most important birthday. His parents were seeing a therapist while Liu was still in prison, and his therapist made a suggestion to Jeff's parents to organize a birthday party for cheering Jeff up. Jeff can never forget the day he was burned alive because his whole life was shaped by it. That's why he hates his own birthday and attacks if anyone tries to celebrate besides Liu.

- Clockwork: 20

Clockwork's most important birthday is the 17th age. Because that was the first year she wasn't on her own. Jeff, Toby, Nina were close friends of Clockwork at the time and each had their own small-scale celebration. For the first time, Clockwork didn't hate her own birthday. That's how she got into the habit of celebrating other people's birthdays, if she felt good about something stupid like that, the people who cared about her might also deserve to feel good in a stupid way, or something like that.

- Hoodie: 25

According to Brian, the most important birthday is the one he celebrated at the age of 10. His family had taken him to see a theater as a gift, and little Brian was so impressed that he was literally obsessed with theater performances and musicals after that show. Even though 10-year-old Brian is the reason why he is where he is right now, Hoodie never blames him for following his dream.

- Masky: 26

His most important birthday is the 20th, when he started working under Slenderman's orders. The year he realized that his life would be like this and that he would have to spend more than he hoped in this job, that fighting would only cause him to die sooner. Obviously, he didn't care about himself, he'd rather die than live this way, but he didn't want to leave Brian alone.

- Ticci Toby: 19

15th birthday. The last year he celebrated with Lyra and his mother since he was a proxy at the age of 16, he celebrated rest of his birthdays as a proxy. Toby doesn't remember all of his memories, and although most of the time his memories are more like pieces, he knows that two women named Lyra and Connie are worth worlds to him. And every time the fragments of that birthday come in front of him, he feels nothing but happiness.

-Eyeless Jack: 21

↺Actually, if he was still alive, he would have been 34. Because he was 21 when he died during the ritual in 1980.

The most important birthday is the year he received the letter of admission to medical school at the age of 18. He had received this letter a few days ago, and he and his family had thrown a big party to celebrate it. Although he spent his 19th birthday, his first year of studying med, with his family, the most important thing for him is his 18th age.

-Jane The Killer: 22

21, when Mary proposed to her on her birthday. Jane was in a very emotionally repressed state after all her trauma, and Mary could no longer control her feelings for her. While Jane and her lover Mary were sitting in a fashionable restaurant, Mary proposed to Jane. And when there was a lot of opposition because the age group was generally old due to the cost of the restaurant, Jane kissed her on the lips so as not to discourage Mary. The best birthday of her life.

-X-Virus: 17

7th age. That year, he had gone to the zoo on a school trip and celebrated his birthday with the animals there instead of people. This is the biggest proof that he prefer animals' existence to humans. Of course, he might have been happier if a monkey hadn't stolen his food, but little Cody wasn't mad at the monkey then. And when the monkey saw that Cody was upset later, he gave him some of his food anyway.

-Nina The Killer: 19

16th birthday. She and Jeff hadn't made up yet and it was a day when she was really hurt emotionally by him. Her close friend Kate, who saw this, tried to kill Jeff. Although Nina could hardly stop her, Kate was convinced later and they went to hang out at Kate's special place together. Kate was a really special friend to Nina, and she liked that she knew that Kate opened herself up so much. And when Kate dropped her home in the evening, she found Toby and Clockwork were clumsily trying to celebrate her birthday, she cried because of cuteness.

-Kate The Chaser: 20

The first year she spent with Nina as a lover, 20th age. They had become lovers a few months ago, and unlike other proxies, Kate did not remember anything about her past, so she had no memories to miss. Nina had known her since she found Jeff at the age of 15 and was after him. They became close friends when Kate was 17 and Nina was 16, and they started dating when Nina was 19 and Kate was 20. Their relationship began when Kate took pity on Nina and helped her, and Nina helped her during difficult times where Kate tried to expertize in proxy work. The year they became lovers, Nina organized a special day just for the two of them, knowing that she wouldn't want a big party, and Kate's favorite moment was when they watched the sunset with one head phone.

Main supporting characters

-Homicidal Liu: 18

-Sally: 13

↺If she was still alive, she would have been 55 years old. She died in 1972.

-Ben Drowned: 12

↺If he had continued to live, he would have been 32 years old. He died in 1994.

- Puppeteer: 23

↺ If his heart was still beating, he would have been 37 years old. He died in 2000.

-Zero: 24

-Nurse Ann: 27

↺If her heart had been alive, she would have been 33 years old. She died in 2008.

-Bloody Painter: 17

-Judge Angels: 17

-Mary Vaughn: 22

Supporting characters

-Lulu: 16

-Laughing Jack: 214

↺He was produced in 1800.

-Nightmare Ally: 15

↺If she was still human, she would have been 55 years old. She died in 1974.

- Kagekao: 29

↺If he was still a human, he would have been 34 years old. He died in 2009.

-Rouge: 32

-Jason The Toymaker: 134

↺He was produced in 1880.

-Laughing Jill: 114

↺She was produced in 1900.

Background characters

-Slenderman: 2500+(?)

↺It is not known exactly when he was born, some say that there are drawings of him even in ancient Egypt.

- Emra: 25

↺If she was still alive, she would have been 37 years old. She died in 2002.

-Dr. Smiley: 33

-Cat Hunter: 30

-Zalgo: ?

↺It is estimated that his existence endured back even before the earliest times of humanity.

-Weeping Forest: 16

↺If she had not undergone this change, she would have been 56 years old. She died in 1974.

[sephirthoughts]

Sephiroth for 3, 8, 25, 26 (cait sith)

YES MY BEST homicidally insane VERY GOOD BOY 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

3. Obscure headcanon 

Sephiroth's eyes don't just look like a cat's, they function more like a cat's than a person's.

he's extremely sensitive to any horizontal movement, but has a harder time with vertical movement

he's not colorblind, per se, but his rods/cones ratio means he sees less color than other people do, literally making his world more grey and drab

however, that also means he has spectacular night vision. To the point where he will not think to turn the lights on in a dark room. Him sitting alone in his office in the dark is not (just) him being dramatic and edgy, it's because he can see just fine and forgot to turn on the lights. ironically, he does play it off like he was dramatically brooding, anyway, because he's deeply embarrassed by foibles that mark him out as specifically unlike other humans. He would much rather be thought of as dark and edgy than as a forgetful cat.

8. Unpopular opinion about them

I don't think this is unpopular with this crowd, but it's wildly unpopular elsewhere:

Sephiroth is gay. Gay gay homosexual gay. No interest in or attraction to women whatsoever. He's also mostly asexual, anyway, but it is decided homo-asexuality. Not aromantic though. He'd be a long walks on the beach, candle-lit dinners, sharing a single milkshake, chocolates and flowers guy. And a cuddler.

25. 3 things they’d want to take with them if they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere 

masamune

cloud

hojo's dismembered body which they are out in the middle of nowhere to dispose of

26. What they would do if stuck in an elevator with [Cait Sith]

sephiroth: a child must've dropped this toy. i'll return it to the lost and found immediately.

cait sith: i'm not a toy ye numbskulled giant!

sephiroth: oh! you can talk. that's delightful.

cait sith (jokingly pointing at his cat ears): yep! and i'm great listener too!

sephiroth (jamming the emergency stop button behind his back): how strange. the elevator seems to be stuck. it looks as if we'll be here a while.

sephiroth (sits down cross-legged): i suppose it all began when i was brought to shinra manor, and abandoned there, by the man who had raised me as his foster son, up to that point. the first day, professor hojo allowed me to nearly drown in a mako tank, to demonstrate to me that terror and excruciating pain wouldn't actually kill me. it's kind of a funny story, actually...

cait sith: reeve! reeve pull the plug! i cannae take it anymore!

thank you for the asks!!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[hornyhornyhimbos]

"Happy Horny Halloween" ~ A. Hotchner

Summary: When Reader is having a hard time not being spooked by the horror movie on TV, Aaron has one idea of how to calm her down.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,214

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) oral f!receiving, nipple play, couch humping, explicit language, horror movie talk, Halloween (the movie) Slander��️

Extra Notes: i cannot think of anything i'd rather do when Halloween is on than not watch it so that's what inspired this LOL // icon in collage is by @hotchgan 🫶🏻

Originally Written: 10/22/2023 through 10/25/2023

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Your face was buried in Aaron's chest, little scared gasps and screams exiting your mouth each time that scary music started to play.

"Are you really that scared?" he chuckled, his large hand splayed across your back and rubbing soft, loving circles there. "I mean, his music is basically a warning that he's there. Shouldn't it be less scary?"

"Well, it's still scary to me," you grumbled into the material of his tee shirt. "Shouldn't you be frightened by some deranged guy walking around in a scary mask with a giant knife?"

"Do you forget the kind of things I see at work every day?"

You lifted your head from his chest, if for no other reason than to show him your rolling eyes. "But that's different. You know how those guys operate, their motives and all. Movie killers are always unpredictable. Besides, even in real life, they always go after women more often than men."

"Well, it's a good thing you've got me to protect you, then, isn't it?" Aaron rebutted, leaving a kiss atop your head.

The eerie music died down and you curled back into Aaron's side, his heart beating fast against your ear. He'd never admit it, but Michael Myers was scaring him a bit, too.

The film continued on, you occasionally hiding your face in Aaron's tee-shirt clad chest, and him meeting you with reassuring kisses along your forehead. At some point, his hand met your thigh, giving the supple skin a gentle and comforting squeeze, as the killer stabbed yet another helpless victim.

"Seriously, Aaron, why do you find this entertaining?" you complained, eyes screwed shut. "I mean, seriously, why would anyone want to watch this?"

You didn't even have to open your eyes to know he was smirking when he gave you his response. "You know," he said, "we could always multi-task."

Your eyes finally opened as you reached for the remote, promptly putting the film on pause. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, it is scientifically proven that horror-induced horniness is a thing," he answered.

Your brows furrowed at his statement. "Are you saying this shit makes you horny?" You questioned, though the idea was sort of tempting. You'd rather be doing anything else than watching a horror movie with no lights on.

"No, but," he paused, lips meeting the dip between your neck and shoulder, "I could help you calm down. Since you're scared and all."

Aaron's lips sucked harder on the bare skin, surely leaving a hickey in his wake. He'd barely touched you and already you were unraveling, ready to do whatever he asked with a simple snap of his fingers.

His mouth traveled up to your ear, nipping softly at the lobe. "Would you like that? A little distraction?"

You managed some noise of approval as his teeth grazed your ear, your stomach fluttering at Aaron's sudden change of character. His hands slipped beneath your sweater, fingertips desperate to touch every inch of you that he could. Still, he insisted on words, not needy noises, and you all but forced the word out as his lips entranced you.

"Lay down for me, yeah?" he instructed, hands moving to your shorts. You did as told before lifting your hips for him, exposing how desperate he'd made you in such a small amount of time.

One of his thick digits moved to tease your entrance while his opposite hand reached for the remote, promptly turning the volume down and resuming the movie. "Wanna see if you scream louder for me than those people scream for Michael Myers."

The way his finger was touching your aching core, you were sure you'd be screaming for him in a half a second. "I think," you sighed as his hand moved from the remote to your nipple, "I can manage."

The hand at your core was soon replaced by his mouth, his tongue licking up everything you had to offer. Your hands met his hair as his hands cupped your breasts, both pulling each other closer in your own little way.

His nose bumped against your clit as his mouth drank you in like an oasis, the sensation eliciting moans and expletives from your parted lips. "Fuck, Aaron," you sighed, tugging at his raven hair harder than before.

You weren't sure if it was the way you called his name or the harsh tugs of his hair, but the actions had him moaning into you, the vibrations absolutely intoxicating against your core. You tugged at the black tufts again, an almost cheeky smile pulling at your lips as you felt him search for reprieve against the couch.

Jamie Lee Curtis was screaming in the background, but her noises had nothing on yours as Aaron suckled your sensitive bud, desperate whines falling between your lips. His name tumbled off your tongue like a prayer as your hips rolled against his face. His stubble was surely causing beard burn and his fingers were surely bruising your breasts, but the sting only had you inching closer to release.

Aaron's hips rutted along the couch as he continued his ministrations, his tongue somehow in every place you could ever need it. Euphoria burned through you as your climax approached, one of his hands moving to grip your leg as you tried to clench your limbs together.

"Shit, Aaron," you called out as his other hand tugged perfectly at your hardened nipple. "Oh, my God," the words came out breathy.

His lips parted from you just long enough to say, "Cum for me, honey," his hips still humping the cushion beneath him.

Between the sight below you and the sensations flowing through you, you were coming undone in a matter of seconds. Mewls and whimpers filled the air as Aaron coaxed you through your high, his actions on your cunt becoming uncontrolled.

You watched as his brows furrowed together, forehead wrinkling in pleasure as he rolled his pelvis against the sofa, surely chasing down his own high. The sight of him coming undone just from eating you out had you getting wet all over again, his lips never ceasing to kiss or lick you while he rode out his own climax.

As he came down, his slick-covered chin rested against your tummy, lust-filled brown eyes meeting yours through matted lashes. He had the audacity to chuckle, the noise rumbling onto your skin. "I just came in my pants like a fucking teenager," he said through snickers.

You couldn't help but laugh at his chuckling form, fingers slotting through his hair as you looked down at him. "Did you just fuck yourself silly?" you giggled, though it sounded more like exhausted breaths after the orgasm he'd just given you.

"I think I did," he snickered. "Wow, I literally haven't done that since high school."

A string of laughter escaped you as you heard his delirious words, his chuckles vibrating against the bare skin of your stomach and thighs. "On another note, you'll be pleased to know it worked."

"Were you actually trying to watch the movie through all that?" he asked, brows furrowing once more.

This time, it was you who was filled with delirium, giggling as you leaned back against the arm of the couch. "No, and I think that's why it worked."

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[blueberry-pride]

Congrats on all the milestones :D!!! I’d like to request headcanons for how Azul, Jamil, and Idia would handle recovery from their overblot!

After The Storm

Centurion Follower Event Special (March 1-25) warnings: Topics/discussions could be triggering for some, this is a bit angsty but overall bittersweet. Also slight spoiler for Chp. 6 Berry: Thank you so muuuch! This was a very different request from the others so it was pretty fun thinking and writing for this. What helped me what listening to the song Just A Man from Epic The Musical (I've seen so many TWST vids on Tiktok about it so hehe)

Tbh, what should happen or be shown in-game is that all of these bois have some serious therapy. At the very least have an intimate/serious convo with people they're comfortable sharing to cuz there is a LOT of baggage

I see Azul as the type to perfect and focus more on recovering himself quickly and/or 'perfectly' if you will. Trying to show everyone that he knows the actions of his consequences and is willing to take the steps to better himself. HOWEVER. He forgets or rather avoids certain things

I see that there would be days or even weeks where Azul would avoid any mirror or reflection up until he accidentally checked on himself to fix his uniform. Brief flashbacks of both his past and memories during his rampage would come rushing in.

In all honesty, I see Azul swiftly excusing himself from the Mostro lounge just to cry or to huddle himself in the corner of his room and contemplate about it. Telling himself to get better quick or his other plans would hinder.

In the coming days, he DOES get better, became more generous, more kinder and overall much more open to things that go about his day. However, there will always be a small hiccup within the day where he couldn't stand the man he saw in the mirror or how constricting his pants feel or even how his notes don't look right.

He'd probably have mountains of books, tabs on his laptop about getting self-help or psychology 101 to fix this issue. But in all honesty, Azul would probably give in and talk maybe to Jade or even Idia through bits and pieces. They might not be the best choice at the matter but he values their thoughts when he needs it the most <3

Jamil's recovery would be the hardest in my opinion. Jamil is rather complex and difficult to really dissect. He'd get back up and go to work. He's the stubborn fool that would busy himself, making it up to everyone by doing more tasks, more chores to prove that he's reliable.

Jamil would be the type to ignore the whispers and side glances at him as he walks by the halls and his dorm. It wouldn't really get to him as like what I've said before, it would drive him to work even more, avoiding to really take care and acknowledge that part of him that needs rest

The only way I could see him getting some semblance of peace is at night. Late at night where everyone is fast asleep, tucked a way in his room either in his dorm outfit or in his sleepwear. He'd close his eyes as he listens to his playlist and let music calm the million thoughts running though his mind everyday.

Jamil keeps his recovery to himself, behind closed doors. He doesn't want anyone ESPECIALLY Kalim to worry about him. He wants to resolve this thing through his own terms because then at least, he's in control of this one thing. Everything and everyone gives him order or they control him.

He doesn't mean to push people away because of this. He just wanted freedom. He wanted something that's entirely HIM. Maybe later on after the events of chp 5 and 6, he'd warm up to the idea of talking about his true feelings to Kalim and eventually to other people.

It's becoming a pattern with all of the other people who overblotted that they most often than not, just brush things off like they didn't just traumatized half of the school. Idia probably being the most infuriating one cuz he's the most stubborn ones out of the bunch.

Idia would handle his recovery by also busying himself similar to Jamil. The only difference is that I'd see him just playing games as a distraction to avoid thinking about it and understanding the weight of what he just went through. He shuts himself down already so in a way to cope with that is by distracting himself with pretty graphics and intense gameplay.

Though he can't really escape it, he'd play a game and his memories would be triggered all because there'd be a fight/cutscene similar to what happened in the Isle of Lamentation. He'd freeze and lose the match all while the eyebags underneath his eyes becoming all too heavy for him.

This would probably happen in the early days after the whole thing, he'd get frustrated, get easily worked up as he tries even more distractions. I also see him late in the night, staring up at the ceiling, not really sleeping but not really awake to do anything either.

One way I could see this ending a good note is that he'd ask Ortho for ideas on how to combat this within himself as well as to heal his bond with his brother. Since they have their shared love for games and tech, I'd want to see the both of them create a small therapy simulation AI. In a way they could still treat it as any other game and at the same time, the two of them get the help they need and deserve.

[corrodedcoughin]

Something inspired by this beautiful golden hour artwork

His back is aching and his stomach hurts and there's still half an hour to go until he can go home. With Robin gearing up for finals Steve has had to take on more solo shifts and it's been a strain on his ability to survive a work day without Robin. They joke that they can't do anything without each other but Steve really is convinced that she has both halves of their combined brain while he has their coordination. Case in point; his stomach makes an unholy noise in retribution for Steve forgetting his lunch /again/. The gnawing feeling subsides as he pats his belly, eyes flicking back to the clock; 25 minutes now. Pulling back his shoulders and straightening his back he grabs a rag and surface cleaner hoping that nobody comes in looking for a movie so he can hopefully get out the door on time. If he switches the door sign to 'closed' as he cleans the glass? Well Keith doesn't have to know.

By the good graces of the universe the traffic is minimal and Steve is pulling up to Eddie's while the sun is still up, but in a way that's giving everything a golden glow. He pulls himself out of his car and tosses his keys between his hands as he makes his way up to the trailer, already feeling the tension in his back melt away knowing Eddie is inside. He's barely in the door before a pair of shorts are thrown at him 'it's after five harrington, this is a no jeans zone. get those offensive bastards off your legs right now'

Eddie is smiling at him from the kitchen, over the top ogling as Steve takes his jeans off and pulls the shorts up, grateful already for the elasticated waistband on his hips rather than the stiff material from before. Steve starts to make his way to Eddie, planning on inspecting whatever mess he'd clearly been making in there but Eddie stops him with one hand on his chest and another holding a bowl of steaming food.

'Ah ah Stevie, come on. Couch.' It should sound like an order but with the gentle tone its more of a question, Eddie asking Steve to just follow him, so he does. Simple and easy.

Guided to the living room, Steve settles down on the couch with Eddie making space for himself between Steve's thighs. Steve in turn, pulls him close, feeling content when Eddie's back hits his chest and places a kiss to the back of his head. It's not quiet, not with the tv on but Steve can't bring himself to raise his voice 'missed you' he murmurs into the space as he takes Eddie's hand in his own and delights at the feeling of pressing skin against skin as Eddie's equally short clad legs sit between Steve's.

'missed you too,' Eddie take's their joined hands to his lips, kisses Steve's knuckles 'and uh I know its not what you are used to but I made dinner? Just saw you forgot your lunch again and I don't know man, if you hate it don't tell me, don't think my fragile and tender ego could take it' Eddie laughs as he finishes but the truth sits evident in his words, he wanted to do something nice for Steve, wanted to show him he cares.

Steve couldn't care if it was a slice of toast and a glass of milk, the fact it Eddie looks after him in ways that sends Steve's heart into the stratosphere. He also knows that Eddie wants to give Steve more, everything, wants to give what he thinks Steve gave up when he abandoned his reputation. The thing is, right here, in this moment, thinking about the friends and family and life he has now? It's more than he can comprehend, so much more that what he had when he had a high flying social status and it's perfect.

He doesn't have the words to convey it, not right now with his mind liquified from work. So, he leans forward and grabs the bowl Eddie placed on the coffee table, reluctantly lets go of Eddie's hand and takes it bite. Humming around the mouthful Steve leans back, pulling his boyfriend back with him with one arm and keeping the food upright with the other 'it's perfect Eds, thank you'

Eddie wriggles into a comfortable position and takes the bowl from him 'hey sharing is caring harrington!' It's said with a smile and open mouth as Eddie chews. Steve can't help himself but laugh at the ridiculousness that is Eddie Munson. Leaning down to kiss the other boy's cheek 'love you eds' Eddie turns slightly, pressing a quick kiss to the side of Steve's mouth 'love you too. now shh Tom Selleck is on the tv and he needs my full undivided attention'

The night continues with Eddie feeding alternative bites to Steve and himself. Short conversations fill the space and Steve feels at ease as the comfort of the evening fills his bones.

[scorchedcandy]

If (some of) my ocs were in a dating sim, who would you pick?

Brute forcing through art block for a silly little au post for Valentines Day (and a bday gift to myself lmao). They’re in more modern clothes rather than what they’d wear in TES/d&d to fit the vibe. The background is from Palia bc I’ve been playing it to death.

OC Traits/Pronouns/etc below the cut

There's more info in their specific intro posts but these are like dating blurbs lmao

Adair - he/him; bisexual; 22; 5'10" not including antlers; circle of spores druid (necrobotany vibes); tiefling (Baalzebul or fey I'm looking); loves cooking, baking, woodworking, anything artistic, making preserves, gardening, crafting, and clinging; gets cold and sick easily; doesn't talk very much; forest cryptid/liminal space vibes like he's just chilling

Samael - he/him; bisexual; 24; 6'; rogue; Imperial; loves dancing, music, drinking, skooma/smoking but working on it, cats, flirting, minor alchemy stuff, in modern aus he'd vibe with motorcycles and mechanics stuff; can be quite the romantic but u gotta break down some walls before he's not just flirting to flirt

Mavus - he/him; gay trans man; 26; 5'8"; necromancer; Dunmer; loves studying, reading, writing, alchemy, magic, caffeine, quiet, tea, and cleaning; forgets to sleep and eat when he's working on something; sticks to a skincare routine so his hands don't get too dry; affectionate like a cat in that you know you have him when he's doing something different in the same room as you

Raoul - he/him; gay; 40s; 6'4"; warrior; Breton; loves woodworking, playing flute, birdwatching, helping people, reading, and cooking; sober; very strong but very gentle; has a hard time saying no when someone needs help so he'll overextend himself; comfort food fixes all

Korilian - they/she/he; queer nonbinary (possibly also my only polyamorous one?); 28; 6'8"; jack of all trades; Altmer; loves learning, exploring, trying new things, tinkering and inventing (they made their prosthetic), fashion, makeup, and dancing/music; down to earth; they don't let much bother them

Julian - he/him; bisexual; 25; 5'10"; owns a dragon sanctuary; human; loves dragons, alchemy, drawing, journaling, singing/dancing (the dragons join in), dragons again, meeting new people, and cooking; his companions are Lucent and Apophis and Lucent's approval is hard to come by (he's jealous that you're getting attention); kind to a fault; infodump alert

[nocandnc]

2, 4, 11, 14, 16, 24, 25, 26 for NaruRin out of curiosity.

Hi there - sorry for the long wait! I kept getting busy with various things, was waiting for the right mood for writing to hit me, and so on. Having to cover a lot of questions at once naturally takes longer as well, but moving along...

I primarily ship NaruRin from a comedic angle, so I don't really have it in me to write anything especially deep or emotional for them. With that in mind, I hope you'll still enjoy the numbers I've covered below the cut!

(Questions 2, 4 and 16 are a bit suggestive ^^;;)

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time?

For Narumi, it's less about being actively horny and more about disrespecting authority. No one gets to tell him when or where he gets to have sex with Shinonome!! Well. Other than the lady herself of course.

Rin has never said no.

For a brief moment Captain Narumi wonders if she feels like she can't say no - but when asked, his top platoon leader just laughs. Say no? Why?? He should know better than anyone how good her stamina is.

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

Rin walks around naked to seduce Narumi. Narumi walks around naked because he won't to do his damn laundry.

Narumi tells Rin to put some clothes on because she's obviously cold - no they can't just cuddle for warmth right now, he's in the middle of a raid battle!!

And for better or worse, Rin has no qualms with Gen staying naked indefinitely.

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship?

Narumi would make fun of Rin a lot when they first start dating, but after getting more comfortable in their relationship she'd tease him just as much. He eventually resolves to stop making fun of her, thinking she'll do the same in turn.

She does not.

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?

They've touched each other's hands on numerous occasions - helping one another up after a spar or kaiju extermination. Arm wrestling. Maybe even the occasional high-five.

But the first time they seriously held hands? Just while walking through town. Maybe the crowds are too busy. Maybe the cars are speeding by a little too close for comfort. Any excuse will do. Gen grabs her hand without warning, mumbling something about the traffic or how she better keep up 'cuz they don't got all day.

Rin is silent the whole time, heart hammering in her chest like she's a teenager again. It's stupid! Accompanying her Captain/newly appointed boyfriend to line up for a limited game sale on her precious day off is stupid too, but she doesn't really want to be anywhere else.

Just as well though - there was no escaping now. Gen hand was like a vice. A warm, weirdly comforting vice.

(After dating a while, I think they'd engage in all forms of PDA pretty evenly. They like to let onlookers know the other is taken.)

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?

I don't see Narumi as an especially big drinker. I think he'd rather be at home playing games even at the best of times. In other words, he's a total lightweight. Forget sleeping with anyone - he's just plain sleeping.

Rin on the other hand loves drinking parties and handles herself pretty well. She can seduce most men with or without alcohol in her system, but definitely needs more than a few drinks before approaching Captain Narumi... who is already asleep at the bar counter.

Neither of them are especially vocal in bed, but they do make lots of noise breaking things in the process. The bed frame, an office desk or two, each other's bones. Just that one time.

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them?

Despite his fake DGAF attitude, I think Gen gets surprisingly sentimental when the mood strikes him. Maybe on birthdays or holidays that would normally be spent with the family he never had - he'll slip up and get a little clingy. Maybe even be sappy enough to dance with Rin in the kitchen while dinner's cooking... at least until the fire alarm goes off.

As for picking the other up for kisses, they both take turns depending on whoever wants to get an arm workout in.

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

Narumi will tell shitty jokes, but Rin won't laugh or blush because they really are shitty. Like not even bad in a fun way, just... he has no comedic sense at all.

Rin on the other hand will tell some pretty daring ones, coming from years of experience in a male-dominated field as the resident 'cool chick'. But as noted, Narumi lacks comedic sense - so if she's not careful he might end up more appalled than amused. Never fails to make him blush though.

26) Who kissed first?

I think Rin may have half-drunkenly kissed him at some point early on, back before they were dating. Narumi (who'd been thinking of her as 'one of the bros' up until this point) is caught completely off guard with no clue how to respond. He handles this by pretending it never happened. Rin is utterly mortified by the whole debacle and pretends she doesn't remember.

So as far as they're both willing to admit, Narumi was the one who kissed Rin first under totally sober circumstances - well, unless you count the slight adrenaline high that came with it.

[zeldahime]

Highway to Pail Day 25

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February 25: I'm not sure about the new cafe. It fills me with uncertain tea.

It wasn't clear whether it was a divine intervention, a diabolical temptation, or just plain neighborly advice when Aziraphale suggested that it might be time for Henry Simons and his husband to retire from the coffee business during lockdown.

"Really my dear," he'd said, "you've earned it, and I won't hear of you putting yourself or Pat in any danger, not with everything you went through with the cancer treatments." He'd made Henry promise to look at listings and a little cottage by the sea had miraculously come up with all the amenities he could want and for significantly less than he had saved to be able to pay for it, and miraculously the owner had no other offers.

Part of Henry Simon's process of retirement that Aziraphale hadn't thought through was that it would change hands. He'd grown comfortable with Give Me Coffee Or Give Me Death over the last twenty-five years. Henry always greeted him as he walked in at 11:15 each morning, brewed their tea for four-and-a-half minutes exactly and put in a dash of milk for himself and one cube of sugar for Aziraphale, sat down for a cuppa and a chat. He'd handed the business off to his off-days manager Nina to run for real. "She's a tough nut, is Nina," Henry said during one of their last chats before the move, voice tinny through Aziraphale's Bakelite. "Probably has another twenty years in the shop herself, at least. I'd be surprised if she ever does retire."

He watched through their windows as Nina redecorated the shop over the rest of lockdown and smelled fresh spray-paint in the air on his daily constitutionals. She spent long days in the shop fussing over her equipment and her laptop, sometimes bringing tall stacks of paper to organize across a pair of pushed-together tables. A stranger sometimes appears there with her, often with their feet up on a table and poking at their cellular telephone. They remind him of Crowley, except for the pinched expression on Nina's face sometimes when addressed by them.

Aziraphale would miss Henry and Pat, but he always missed his human friends when they left him, and they were leaving him happy and healthy. Not all of his friends had been so lucky, and he was one to count his blessings, as it were. He was increasingly interested in what Nina's new "hip," as Crowley would shudder to hear him say, atmosphere would be like, and what changes she might make to the menu and operations to bring it "up to date." She was hardly a child—Aziraphale guessed she must be in her mid-40s at absolute youngest—but she clearly was bringing a new energy to Aziraphale's carefully curated block of Soho.

When Give Me Coffee Or Give Me Death reopened, he went over at 11:15 on the dot.

The inside was an explosion of color. Henry and Pat had kept it cozy and staid, but Nina's take was modern and lavish, with graffiti-like art covering the walls and floors, contrasted with plain steel-and-wood furniture. Young people in jeans and sharp jackets took pictures of their lattes, ordered from a menu hand-written neatly in chalk; little numbers on placards sat on tables, a young lady running back and forth with cups and plates to deliver them to sitting customers.

By the time he made it up to the front, Nina seemed tired but focused, the bustle of the day unrelenting but energizing, or so Aziraphale imagined. He'd hardly opened his mouth to greet her before she said, rather quickly, "Nice to see you, Mr Fell. Cup of earl grey, one sugar, plate of biscuits?"

Aziraphale paused for a moment. "Quite right. I'm impressed you remembered after all these months."

Nina smiled, something rather rare on her face and precious for it. "I remember all the regulars, Mr Fell, and you're a tough one to forget. I'll put it on the bookshop tab?"

"Er, yes, quite." Aziraphale wasn't entirely sure how he'd been paying for his tea for all these years, actually. It didn't seem to much matter. If the bookshop had a tab, it would continue to find itself paid off. "The redecoration is really something, you know. I'll have to bring Crowley around; he'll love it."

"Looking forward to it, Mr Fell," Nina said, giving him a placard. "Rhi will be out with your tea in just a tick, alright? I think your usual table's open if you can snag it."

Rhi was out with his tea. It wasn't quite how Henry had done it, a slightly different blend steeped about ten degrees hotter for about twenty seconds longer. That was for the best, Aziraphale thought. Nina's version of Give Me Coffee was promising to be a wonderful evolution for Whickber Street.

[silverwings22]

Song of the Sea: Chapter 25: About Us

Chapter warnings: tentacle porn. That's it. If you've read this far, you knew what you were getting into. Series Warnings: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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The ship was empty when Shiani woke up from her couple day nap, the rest of the Batch at the bar and Tech staying behind to keep vigil over his siren while she’d been healing. She yawned sleepily and looked down from the bunk, her wakening unnoticed as he worked at something on his datapad. She liked watching him work, forever fascinated with the sure way he moved and the adorable scrunch of his nose when he was concentrating. She might have watched for hours, if she hadn’t woken up with a question buzzing around her brain. Maybe it was because they’d seen Crosshair on Kamino, that her brain kept circling back to it.

 “Tech?" 

He looked up immediately, smiling when he saw her smile up above him like a star peeking through cloud cover. He immediately got to his feet and came to the side of the bed. "Yes, cyar'ika?"

She propped herself up on one elbow, looking at him thoughtfully for a moment. Even in just his blacks, he looked like the weight of the galaxy was sitting on his shoulders. “Do you remember what Crosshair said about you and me on Bracca?” 

His face turned red immediately. "That is rather difficult to forget."

"You never explained what he meant." Shiani sat up, waving for him to come closer. Theirs was a top bunk, so when he shuffled to her his head was even with her knees. She leaned down and cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look at her when he'd rather keep his head down. "Will you tell me now?"

Tech sighed, leaning into her touch slowly. "I do not wish to make you uncomfortable."

"I’ll be fine." She shifted her grip to pet his hair lightly. “But he’s still with the Empire. I don’t want anything he knows about you  to ever be used as a weapon against you again.” 

"Crosshair was referring to… an old conversation. One we had while somewhat intoxicated." He mumbled, eyes sliding to the side 

"You’re embarrassed." She said knowingly. She knew he’d somehow mentioned to his brother than he wanted to sleep with her before they’d gotten together, but the specifics of the conversation he seemed to avoid at all costs.

"Yes. It is… highly uncomfortable to have my brother bring up a drunken sexual fantasy in front of anyone else. Particularly you, my partner.” He shook his head faintly. "That was something you and I should have been able to discuss on our own."

"Would you ever have told me if I didn’t ask?" Shiani leaned over a little further to kiss Tech's forehead.

"... Most likely." He sighed. "But certainly not this early in our relationship…"

"You think I’d… what did he say back then? Swim away?" She chuckled. “You don’t ever have to be afraid of that.”

Tech leaned his head on her knee. "I cannot help it."

"Why?"

"What Crosshair was talking about… may be a bit more deviant than you are willing to deal with. You are from a relatively conservative culture-"

"That I left." She reminded him. “Twice, if you consider the exile and the fight with Kashae.”

"It is also outside of the traditional sphere of masculinity. I cannot stand the idea that you would think less of me."

"I would never. You’re the bravest man I know. Now come up here and snuggle with me, we’ll figure it out." She encouraged him, scooting over so he could kick off his boots and climb into the bunk. He laid on his back and she settled on top of him, arms crossed over his stomach with her chin resting on them. "Sometimes the fact that you only have one heart amazes me. I can feel it pounding." Her observation was soft-spoken, but he flinched. 

"Yes."

"It's okay. It’s just me, don’t be nervous. It’s not like we’ve never made love before."

Tech's mouth was dry as Tattooine as he looked at her. "Easier said than done, mesh'la."

She smiled. "Everything is."

He fidgeted under her for a moment before turning his eyes to a section of paneling above them. Eye contact was difficult at the best of times, right now it felt impossible. "What Crosshair was referring to is an… interest in additional forms of stimulus during sexual contact. Specifically stimulation of the prostate."

Shiani rolled back her memory to the human anatomy scans she'd spent forever looking at during her assisting him with his brain scanner. Prostate… "Oh! I know what that is. Only in males."

Tech turned another shade redder. "Y-yes… he was specifically referring to the fact you have additional appendages that could be used for that purpose…"

She cocked her head to the side, like he'd make more sense to her at a 45° angle. "That’s what he meant by my tentacles?"

"It is perfectly reasonable for you to have no interest in something so out of the ordinary-" A clawed fingertip pressing to his lips shut him up. 

"Tech. To me, you are an alien. Everything we do is out of the ordinary." Her smile was sweet, not a trace of judgment in her eyes when he finally made himself meet them. "If that's what you want, we can try. If we don't like it, we stop. I know you, you’re a scientist. Your brain will never let it go until you give it a shot."

He stared at her until she removed her finger from his lips. "... that is your answer? I have been agonizing over this for months."

"That's because you overthink."

Tech sighed and wrapped his arms around her. "You are too good to me."

"I have a name again, and I’m on a starship and in bed with prettiest human in the galaxy. Because you’re good to me." She snuggled happily into his chest.

He kissed her head, smiling when her suction cups stuck to his glasses. "And you are sure you're interested in this… little experiment?"

"As long as you promise to tell me if anything feels bad. The last thing I want is to hurt you." She nodded. 

"Agreed."

"Then I’m happy to try. Tell me what you want."

Tech relaxed some and sat up, pulling her with him. "Perhaps we should lock the door first? Everyone is out of the ship, but there is never any real communication about when they are coming back."

She stretched a tentacle and hit the lock, shifting to sit on her knees in front of him. He leaned forward and kissed her, gentle at first but with a flavor of grateful longing that lingered on her tongue. They fell into each other, the near-death experience of Kamino a stark memory against the quiet of the room. When they broke apart, Tech cradled her face in his hands for a moment. Her wide eyes gazed back, entirely adoring, and he wondered once again how he'd ended up this lucky despite everything. "Lie back for me, cyar'ika." He breathed. "And… one final question."

"Yes?"

"May I record this? No one will see it but me… but I would like to revisit the moment."

Shaini smiled as he caught the hem of her shirt. "Okay.' She dropped onto her back as he pulled the garment over her head and let it fall to the floor. Tech took a moment to admire her stretched out before him before setting his goggles on the shelf and hooking his fingers into her waistband. She helpfully lifted her hips, the stark absence of her chains’ rattling when she moved dawning on her. She didn’t have them anymore. She never would again. 

But she did have Tech. 

Once she was bare, Tech quickly discarded his own blacks and set his lips against her skin, watching the way she shivered as he moved from one breast to the other. His tongue lathed over the sensitive flesh, half wondering about the biological purpose of pronounced breasts in an aquatic species… maybe he'd ask later. He had other, more pressing interests at the moment. 

Her stomach jumped slightly when his kisses moved downward, and he smiled faintly against her skin. "You are ticklish."

"Yes. Don’t tickle me now, Tech. We’re busy." Her chiding was playful at best, so he tucked the information away for later and continued his descent. When he reached his prize, he lightly dragged a fingertip across her folds. A soft gasp was reward enough, and he dropped his head between her legs. 

She hummed, pitching upwards as his tongue located the precise point that would undo her. He consumed her like a man starved, squeezing her hips lightly to hold her in place whenever she squirmed. She tucked her claws against her palms and drummed her knuckles against the mattress as the winding coil built rapidly in her core… Tech was was always good at this. Of course he was, Tech was good at everything and she loved him so much, and he was pulling her spirit out of her body at the moment without a word of complaint from Shiani. 

The one brain cell she still had possession of flew back to that first night, when she'd put her mouth on him like this and her carefully composed Tech had swore like a dock hand and forgot how to finish a sentence. If she could suck the intelligence out of a genius, she supposed it was only fair he could snatch her soul in the same way. It had belonged to him for years anyway. 

The orgasm snuck up on her almost embarrassingly quickly, and she lost her hum in favor of a desperate whine. It might have been his name, but it muddled into whimpers as she bucked against the hold he had on her. Tech wasn't willing to let up on her though, slowing down but never stopping his teasing kitten licks until she had ridden out her high and was trying to escape him and the overstimulation. 

When he finally took mercy on her and rested his cheek on her thigh, the blue pulse of her bioluminescence was bright enough to see with the lights on. She smiled, panting, and reached for his face. A clawed thumb wiped her slick from his chin. "M-messy." She giggled. 

"The best meals tend to be." He smirked, beyond pleased with himself, sitting up to crawl over her again. She squeaked when his weight settled atop her and he rolled, laying her across him. Her hands settled on his pectorals, pushing herself up to look at the clone. 

He was so pretty, she thought. Angular face, serious eyes, and the still-fading scar from where his chip had been removed all those months ago. She leaned down and delicately kissed the scar, grateful he really was free of that awful monster lurking in his skull. She never wanted to imagine him like Crosshair, stolen away from her by something that made him believe the ones who loved him most were his enemies. “This is supposed to be about you.” She teased. 

“On the contrary, I believe this is about us.” He leaned back, looking up at her. One arm stretched up towards the shelf on the side of his bunk where he kept a disorganized mess of chalk, machine oil, and little bits of scrap parts he’d tossed to the side. Behind the clutter, hidden on purpose, was a squeeze bottle of bacta-based medical lubricant. He sheepishly held it up to Shiani, who took it to inspect the label. “This should reduce any concern for injury or discomfort.” 

She giggled. “How long have you been hiding this bottle behind chalk box?”

He flushed. “Probably longer than necessary, seeing how well the conversation leading up to this went…” 

Shiani nodded, fiddling with the bottle lid. “Always preparing. So how do you want to do this?” 

He rubbed her hips with his thumbs, thinking, before lifting her up slightly. “Shift to the left, cyar’ika.” 

Agreeably, she wiggled her hips until Tech was notched at her entrance. His usually steady hands shook slightly on her hips. "At the… same time." He mumbled. 

Shiani shivered and nodded, uncapping the bottle and squeezing the slippery, cold substance onto one of her tentacles. Tech watched, eyes wide as she slicked it up carefully, her other limbs writhing to wrap around his legs and pull them apart. Finally the prepped appendage slipped from his sight as Shiani got a devilish look on her face and seized his wrists, pulling them over his head and pinning him flat. The vulnerability and sudden helplessness had the clone's head spinning when her lips parted, fangs inches from his blurry vision. "I’ll take care of you." She said sweetly, kissing his lips before shifting her hips. 

As he slid into her, she slid into him. The intrusion was much more slow than her seating herself, caution keeping her eyes screwed firmly onto his face for any signs of discomfort. Instead, his mouth was half open and his eyes crossed. He'd forgotten how to breathe.

Shiani kept her hips still as she pressed into him, searching for what he'd asked of her before she'd worry about her own pleasure from the throbbing cock inside her. It only took a few inches of feeding herself into the man below her until he jolted and whined.

"There?" She grinned breathlessly. 

Tech tried to jerk, searching another glowing brush of her skin against the most sensitive parts of him. Instead of a clear affirmative, he could only manage a pitiful "uh-huh…"

That was all she needed, rolling her hips smoothly as she began to ride him and twitched the dexterous muscle in him against his prostate. Tech was a mess, incoherent babbling of her name and pleas for what was most likely more, harder, faster. 

She only held onto her self control by a thread of delight at his debauched state. This was power, the ability to undo a man so tightly wound. Her body, her hands and mouth and flesh could brand something so intimate and mind-numbing into this man she loved so much…

She pressed her forehead against his, closing her eyes and focusing on the genius's feelings as his every nerve ending was shot to scrap. "That’s right. Come for me." She cooed, grinding her hips down a little harder as she pressed the magic button in him that made him lose his mind. 

She needed him to come, and take him with her, so that she could ease the burning under both their skin. They'd have this, something he could never recreate with anyone but her, to be theirs forever. 

"Sh-shia-ni!" He groaned, and her lilting siren's kiss followed the broken sound of his voice. 

Tech unraveled, blood burning with electricity as he came harder than he'd ever done. Too many sensations fried his brain, til there was nothing left but the siren's song and touch. Dimly he heard her voice catch and she squeezed tight around him, his frenetic spasm grinding him right where she needed him most. She followed him to bliss, like she'd follow him anywhere. 

When he went limp, she lay her head on his chest and shuddered through the combined aftershocks of their releases. He took a long time to drift back into his consciousness, like a leaf fluttering to the ground. When he did, her nail was lightly tracing the skin of his pectorals. "Tech?" She cooed. "You okay?"

"...fuck." He mumbled bluntly. 

She giggled. "Experiment success?"

"I believe we will… require additional testing. But not right now. I don't believe I can move."

She carefully pulled off and out of him, Tech shuddering at the loss of her warmth. She quickly pulled his blanket over the both of them and curled up to his side, unlatching the door as she did. She petted his hair, turned off the recording feature of his goggles, and returned them in the sweetest display of aftercare he'd ever experienced. "You don’t need to move. I’ll take care of you." She breathed. "Go to sleep."

He nodded, managing to flop over on his side like a landed fish to hold her. "You are spectacular, my cyar'ika." He mumbled, exhausted and spent. 

"I love you." She whispered back, mulling over the bits of Mando’a she'd struggled to teach herself. "Ni kar'tayl su."

Tech smiled against her ear fin, the hand on her hip squeezing three times. "Clever girl."

[rescue-ram]

trapper: 4, 24

hawkeye: 13, 25

Trapper

4) What they would do if they had one month to live.

🤔 I mean, I think first and foremost on his mind would be his daughters. Whether that's working overtime to make sure they're provided for, or taking time off to make a few last good memories in and try to be the truly present parent he never really was before... I think he'd opt towards the latter, but I do think his relationship with them would be his priority. As for Louise and whatever lover coughHawkeyecough he had at the moment, I think he'd want to be on as amicable terms as possible with both of them and try to make amends. He's ultimately going to prioritize materially providing for Louise and the girls, but I think as far as emotional and sexual connection and having some Life Affirming Terminal Illness Sex, that priority would go towards Hawkeye a lover rather than his wife- and he would definitely be getting in as much Life Affirming Terminal Illness Sex as possible every night after like taking his girls to the zoo XD It occurs to me this would be a delightfully dark premise for the Piercentyre Family Nightmare Road trip.... 

24) What they wish they could change about themselves

🤔🤔🤔 I don't think he beats himself up about the state of his marriage, but I also think he wishes that had worked out better. On a shallow level I think he wishes he was a better/less impulsive gambler. In the context of Courage, I think he's still working through desperately wishing he wasn't gay and is trying to be more authentic and less masked around others...

Hawkeye

13) What kind of parent they would be. 

Ah, I actually have very elaborate headcanons on this, strap in XD

So I think, even prior to GFA, Hawkeye is the kind of guy who would've found babies boring and their cries difficult to tolerate. Not that he would be a baby hater- I think he loves the concept of babies but would find the sensory reality overwhelming. Like after an hour or two he'd be sitting with a newborn like.... Now what, or try to care for a baby with colic who just cries and cries and Hawk would get very frustrated and anxious and become convinced something was Seriously Wrong because why won't she stop crying?? Post-GFA, I think he would really really try to be an attentive and supportive parent, because his own dad is so important to him, but his trauma would impair his ability to be present for his child or hypothetical wife/partner and he'd feel very guilty and ashamed of that, though I do think he would very quickly and proactively seek out therapy to help.

As a parent to a slightly older child, I do unfortunately think he'd tend towards neurotic abstraction and vacillate between forgetting to feed the kid and becoming convinced he's accidentally poisoned them- although he's extremely loving, playful, and supportive in between those extremes! I just think at the end of the day his passion is his work, and he would forget to pick his kiddo up from Little League or something because he got caught up on an emergency call. I also think he'd be a very difficult dad to live in the shadow of, not because of any real flaw but because he's so vivacious and high achieving it would be easy for kiddo to compare themselves to him and feel like they don't measure up.

In an odd way, and fortunately for his most popular ships, I think he'd be kind of an ideal step parent. He wouldn't get super jealous of the kiddo's relationship with their biological parents, and I think that one step removal would relieve some pressure and let him be the "fun" parent who can give advice the kiddo's parents couldn't and be a role model without having to take point in disciplining them.

25) What other people wish they could change about them

Oooh. Ok, easy pick, I think Margaret would love him if he was like, 20% more conventional.

I don't think Trapper would want to change much- early season Hawkeye was generally pretty stoic and cynical, but in the moments his sincerity and sensitivity shown through, I imagine Trapper was torn between really liking and admiring that part of him and wishing Hawkeye could be a little more distant and spare himself some pain. I also think there were a few points Trapper found him really truly sincerely annoying and wished he knew when to shut his mouth XD

I think there's a few points when BJ feels failed by Hawkeye in almost the same way that Radar sometimes feels, and wishes Hawkeye had less literal main character syndrome and could be more perfectly attuned to BJ and his needs, in an almost childlike way.

I also imagine that his dad really truly loves Hawkeye, but also doesn't entirely understands him and wishes on some level that he'd just marry a nice girl who'd look after him and settle down in Maine. Again, I think he loves him, but he really just wants Hawkeye to be happy and kind of sees his unconventional lifestyle (in canon his free love attitude, in fanon his bisexuality) as teeing himself up for disappointment.

[meeeeeeese]

1, 2, 4, 20, 25 for Rugan and Falx! (@commanderhorncleaver)

What memory would your OC rather just forget? Rugan has a lot of regrets, but he wouldn't really want to forget them. As much as it hurts he'd rather hold the memories close so he can learn from them. However that isn't to say he doesn't have embarrassing moments, the worst of which happened early during the maguuma campaign. He was trekking through the jungle with what would later become dragon's watch and it was his turn to cook dinner for the group. He made mystery mushroom, random vine and bonemeal stew seasoned with some mineral salts he'd found in the depths of his pack. Taimi later described it as "a good mordrem repellant, but criminal to feed to anyone else". He was barred from cooking and it was pretty embarrassing realising that EVERYONE hated his cooking (even some nearby pocket raptors come to scavenge turned their noses up at it).

Falx has his own share of embarrassing moments, the biggest of which was a chain of events that led to Falx getting humiliated in the bane in front of a massive crowd. Basically he felt like causing problems on purpose one day and antagonised another shaman, a mesmer named Augustus, while on a joint mission. After a series of escalations, including August going out and seducing Falx's sire, He ended up being challened to a match in the bane. A match which he lost despite making every preparation (by which I mean Falx begged Rugan to make him some anti-mesmer tech). That was the biggest blow to his self-esteem in his life, so far, and he'd much prefer to forget the whole affair

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them? Most people don't see what a hot mess Rugan is on the inside, he projects the image of being the fearless dragonslayer but it's just a front to repress the rampant PTSD.

Falx on the other hand has a secret talent for cooking that usually catches people off guard. It came about because he likes eating nice food and doesn't really think highly enough of anyone else to produce acceptable meals. It also helps that he can summon a small army of shadow fiends to help in the kitchen

When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn? Rugan, with decades of legion training and being a battle hardened soldier would fight without hesitation. Being the commander he can't really afford to do anything else

Falx's first reaction, when he gets scared, is to fawn over whatever scared him, generally doing a whole "hey c'mon I'm just a little guy!" routine. Of course he'd never admit it, insisting that he'd definitely fight no matter what.

Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest? Rugan generally doesn't get too jealous and only really does so if someones walking around with better tech, but when he does it tends to manifest as trying to outdo the target of his jealousy. Which he does by inventing something

Falx is generally too self-absorbed to feel jealousy very much, but if he does it manifests as trying to undermine the target of his jealousy, making small digs and attempting to sabotage in an attempt to make him look better.

What is your favorite thing about your OC? For Rugan, is it bad if I say everything? Because I very much enjoy everything about him from look to personality

Falx I love how terrible he is, very fun to think about bullying him

[millerbrick]

He had been so certain. Even without ever clarifying with anyone, he had been so certain. It made sense that way, or rather it was supposed to. After all, for almost 25 years, what part of his existence had ever been his own, undisturbed by his parents' ambition? His father had built for him his whole life. It made sense to think that the same man had had a hand in saving it, too.

What did Medea have to gain by saving him?

"Not by mistake. On purpose." "I couldn't let you die."

It didn't make sense. Yet here she was, truth spilling out between her lips, a year and a half since his Games. A year and a half since he'd been supposed to die.

"Why--" Miller started, but stopped himself. There were a hundred thousand 'why's floating around aimlessly in his head, each trying and failing to find its conclusion. If he went down that path, he knew he wasn't going to be able to stop. So instead, after another length of dazed silence, he ended up saying something else entirely. This time, it wasn't a question. "I don't know if I'm the person you think I am."

The person Medea had met back then was someone she had made better by her presence alone. The way she had got him to forget his troubles those few days at the tower was so miraculous, there had even been moments he'd forgotten his role as a tribute. That person was himself, but not all of himself--and that person couldn't stay. She was bound to regret her decision sooner or later.

She noticed too late that she might have made a mistake with blurting it our right there, right then. I sent you that gift. What on earth was he supposed to do with that information now? Cheer? A heavy weight dropped into her stomach, weighing her down right alongside the desperate urges to make him understand just a little better. She had failed. Again.

All that sounded from him was a one worded question and Medea's jaw slackened. "What do you mean, why?" she breathlessly asked. Her hands slipped an inch, fingers brushing down his cheeks. "You were- You were dying. I couldn't let you die."

[saramck]

25 Days He’d Rather Forget (Preview)

Okay so since I’m chomping at the bit to show you guys that I AM INDEED WORKING ON THIS, here’s the first few pages of @mryddinwilt‘s Christmas prompt: you’re the person in the apartment next door who VERY LOUDLY blasts holiday music starting in NOVEMBER and i hate christmas au

Killian Jones had never formally met his neighbor in A12, but she had a broom that smelled like fucking cinnamon hanging on her front door so she was clearly delusional.

She’d just moved in at the end of August, and up until now, had been a much better neighbor than the previous tenants. She kept to herself, didn’t have loud parties at all hours of the day and night, and didn’t make the entire apartment block smell like weed.

But then she started with the singing. And not just any singing, but horrifically bad singing. Like tone-deaf and not aware of it horrifically bad singing. And if she’d been singing anything other than holiday related music, he could’ve overlooked it.

But A12 sang nothing but loud and completely off-key Christmas music. And it grated on Killian’s nerves. A lot.

And if the concept of advent calendars hadn’t already been tainted, he would’ve made an alcohol fueled version with a new bottle of rum for every torturous day he had to suffer through.

(Now that was a warped tradition he could get behind.)

It was quite literally the nightmare before Christmas - and then some.

(Because, you see, bad stuff happens regardless of the date on the calendar. Tragedy knows no holiday.)

Killian Jones vs. Christmas - it was a battle he’d won for the past few years. And he certainly wasn’t going to let his obnoxious neighbor ruin his hot streak now.

On this particular Saturday, she’d caught him in an extremely bad mood. So he did what any friendly neighbor would do: he banged on the wall with his prosthetic hook and shouted “It’s not Christmas, it’s barely December!” through the thin drywall separating their kitchens.

Alright - so maybe that wasn’t exactly friendly. But it did get his point across and it felt damn good to boot.

And when A12 pounded right back, twice as hard and twice as long, Killian’s frown turned into something resembling an amused grimace.

That kook next door did wonders to improve his mood.

Well, the rum helped too.

Day 1

Killian paused outside of his doorway and watched with satisfaction as A12 struggled with a malfunctioning string of lights. From his vantage point it looked as if only half of the string was working - surely this was karmic payback for the torture she’d put him through over the weekend.

“I think your lights are broken,” Killian noted smugly as he tucked his left hand, or rather his multi-functional hook, into his leather jacket. He wasn’t really in the mood for the lingering, pitiful looks his hook was sure to draw.

“I think your spirit is broken,” his neighbor fired off as she kept her back turned away from him. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a long ponytail and, even from behind, he could tell she was wearing a sweater associated with that holiday.

Killian tried to deflect from her (very accurate) comment by doing what he did best - antagonizing. “So you can speak! And here I thought the only way you communicated was through a series of shrill shrieks put to music.”

A12 made a noise of disgruntled annoyance and rose from her crouched position, abandoning the string of lights in the process. Killian could practically feel her silently counting to ten.

He wasn’t quite done messing with her yet, so he quickly added, “My cat is a huge fan of yours, by the way. The wailing coming through the wall really drives him mad with lust. I’m surprised you can’t hear him howling in response.”

His neighbor turned around, her face a delightful mixture of embarrassment and carefully calculated rage. Her sweater was truly horrendous - it had a tacky clump of Christmas trees on it. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Killian Jones,” he replied with a satisfied smile. Who knew pissing off his devastatingly attractive neighbor could bring him so much joy? “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Oh, it’s Killian, is it?” A12 laughed bitterly as she crossed her arms. “And here I thought your name was Ebenezer Scrooge.”

"You wound me, love."

"If you want a wound," she challenged as she took a step closer to Killian, "I'd be more than happy to give you one."

"Oh really?" Killian challenged, his mood lightening considerably. "You gonna sing me to death or something?"

Her eyes flashed as she threatened, "I know karate."

"Having once seen the film Karate Kid doesn't count, I'm afraid."

“Do you always harass your neighbors like this? Or am I just a special case?”

“Oh, you’re special alright,” Killian grinned as his eyes focused on the angry vein emerging on her forehead.

A12 eyed the bottle of rum tucked under his arm as she took another step closer. Killian was starting to get a little nervous.

“You know what else is special?” she asked as she grabbed the unopened bottle from Killian’s loose grasp and stepped back. “Generosity. I accept your apology and this peace offering.”

No one had rendered him speechless in quite a long while. Who was this woman?

More importantly, when could they do this again?

"Well, this has been really nice and all," she smiled as she turned towards her partially open front door and reached down to unplug the lights from an outdoor electrical outlet, "but I've got better things to do."

Killian watched in silence as A12 kicked her discarded lights through her doorway and stepped inside. He managed to find his voice right before she slammed the door and called out, “I don’t even know your name!”

“Emma,” she responded as she stuck her head through the crack in the doorway. “Now kindly fuck off.”

Killian had never been more turned on in his entire life.

Hope you guys enjoyed this little preview!