#Breezy Hurricane

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Rescuing her fallen knight||

Hello everyone, peahen mom here but I just had a short idea for a drabble. If your curious to what it is, I'll let you read to see it involves the cursed hurricane and her beloved metal destroyer knight. With this said, lets see what this story is about.

||Drabble summary||

Breezy has been caught before by the enemy of the Nagu vampires back in the past that made Rust lose it almost destroying everything there. However, now it seems the tables has turned. What could this mean? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Dark theme is in this drabble

~Blood/Gore will be present

~Biting will be present

||Guests in Drabble||

Rust Knight along with some members on the DBT belongs to my amazing Rp partner @demon-blood-youths

Breezy Hurricane along with her fraction belongs to me.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

Breezy always was happy hanging out with her friends and team. It was always good for her even through the bad times. Though, it was still just as good when it came to spending time with her boyfriend.

Rust Knight. Member of the DBT.

She always was happy when it came to him. From the first day they met, to hanging out, having fun. Even to their sparing matches. Things were good for them. She always was happy to see him and nothing would stop her from being there for him.

That is..till today.

She was looking worried when she was with her team trying to help find a missing Rust knight when Ink and the others asked Jinx if they saw Rust anywhere. He was out getting some things before they didn't a single word from him after. It's been a few hours and Rust would have called them. Or her.

All she knew that either he was doing something at that time when she texted him or something was wrong resulting in him not responding for so long. So, the cursed vixens would keep a eye out for him while the DBT did the same. Right now, she was looking around with her team hoping to find him but nothing yet. This really worried the hurricane. She did check her cell phone again to see if he texted her but nothing.

The last text was a few hours ago with her telling him to have a great day but he never texted back.

'Rust..where are you?' she thought looking around but even her team knew she was dead worried about him. Even so, they would help trying to find him. Seeing this, Mouse touches her shoulder to see Breezy look at her. She can tell she was deeply worried about him.

"Don't worry Breezy, we'll find him." she said but Breezy only looks down to nod even gripping the silver cloud necklace he gave her.

"Y..Yeah......." She hopes he will be alright. So, they keep looking for him but stays on their guard in case. For that time, they keep looking around for clues but Breezy was looking around hoping to find him.

While she was looking about in some area, it felt a lot more quiet here that got her wondering. Did something happen here or was their some sort of disturbance? She looks around for a while longer for clues when feeling like someone was watching her.

Shifting her gunpowder blue eyes left and right, she saw nothing happening but she did know someone was watching her from a distance.

"......." She didn't say a single word, staying on her guard. Seconds later, something was heard rustling near by in some bushes to quickly jumps out at her.

"!!!!" Breezy quickly sends a strong gust of wind out to knock who it was back hard into the ground. She turns to quickly look and see it was a Nagu vampire. It seems to be coughing from the hit only for Breezy to look at it. She held her up at ready to fight as it gets up hissing at her to try tackling her. Right away, she kicks it back in the face right into a brick wall as it winces from feeling it's nose broken.

"Tch!" She quickly got ready to heat up the wind to burn this sick monster to ashes. "Hey, what's the big idea you punk! You know trying to jump me will get ya burned!" she said walking over to it as it hisses about to get up but she stops it again with another kick.

As Breezy begins raising her fist to finish it, she stops. Her eyes noticed something was in the Nagu's hand. "Huh?" Now what could that be? She looks closer to get a better look at it.

She looks seeing it was some sort of grey ripped piece of clothing. Maybe from a jacket? Breezy only keeps it down as it hisses at her but she snatches the piece to look at it. When getting a close inspection of it, her eyes widen slowly.

The grey piece did look like it came from a jacket but what caught her eye was the gear on it. Wait.....Rust's jacket had this! Looking silent, she slowly looks to the Nagu who twitches feeling her foot pressed down onto it's chest ready to kill it.

"Where....did you get this?" she asked but the Nagu didn't respond this made her push her foot down harder into it's chest. "Answer me! Where did you get this!" she shouted now demanding but the Nagu only chuckled.

"Huh? I got it after having a little fun....but why do you care-Gah!" he feels her punch his face but looks to meet a angry vixen now.

"What..the fuck...did you do to my boyfriend?" she spoke in a deadly cold tone even if the Nagu was chocking.

"Y...you'll n..never f..find him.....he's our f..food now.....we won't let you...Gahh!!" he feels her foot push down harder that she stomps into it's chest. It screeches out feeling it's ribs break.

"TELL ME!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!?" she demands but the Nagu coughed blood up while chuckling feeling the pain.

".....Not...*coughs* gonna s..say.....you bitch. But he does make for a good source of food. His blood will be nice to aid in feeding my friends. You'll never see him aga-" In a moment, Breezy glares to burn the body as it was screeching in pain but this caught the other girls to rush over.

"Breezy! What happened!? We heard you shouting and-" Jinx started to ask but tenses seeing Breezy burning a Nagu vampire into ashes with the other girls looking worried. "...Breezy?"

"...The Nagu's..they took Rust somewhere....we have to find him!" she said but the girls understood, seeing Jinx text Ink saying what is going on so they could try to find him as soon as possible.

~~~~Later near evening~~~~~

"Fosh? Mouse? Anything!? Did you guys pinpoint his location?" Ink was looking around the area the two hackers were able to trace after it took some time but they were still working or to say Mouse was tracking with her team and Fosh tracking from the DBT base.

'Were still looking for the location Ink but me and Mouse were able to find him here in that location.' Fosh said in the ear pieces. However, this still worried them. Rust was here but he had to be well hidden due to the Nagu's hidden here. No wonder Central park was heavily infected with these things.

Even so, they had to find him before they did anything to him.

"He's right. We know he's here somewhere but we have to try to pinpoint that spot to find him." Mouse said while holding her holo pad in her hands trying to trace it.

"Then we need to keep a eye out!" Ink said as the DBT and the cursed Vixens looks but was doing that. So they keep looking around, hoping to find Rust. Even for a while, the groups were searching up and down, left and right. Behind every door and area, Rust was here somewhere but where!?

'Come on..come on, where are you???' Breezy thought still looking but she did take out some Nagu that tried to ambush her since she was hoping to find him. Jinx was burning a few along with Ink to make way for the others. Even the other teammates worked together to look for him. Breezy was getting more and more upset, wanting to find him and prey he was safe.

As she was about to make a turn to leave, she heard some hissing along with a pained groan. "Huh?" she looks to the left, seeing a hidden opening or a cave of some sorts. Wait....that couldn't be.

Feeling more worried, she dashes through that caught Navarro and Echo's attention. "Breezy! Where are you going!? Hold on!" they follow her but this got the other members to follow and wonder if she found him. Breezy ran down the path of the cave, hoping that it was true but she didn't give up. She will hope it's him. It had to be!!!

Panting, she keeps on running before seeing the end of the tunnel showing the outside or some underground cavern this time. She gets through to look ahead seeing some group of Nagu vampires surrounding something with blood around their feet.

"Hey!!" she shouts but she saw a few hear her and move to look at her. Blood staining their chins but she got a look at who they were feeding from. Her gunpowder blue eyes widen in horror seeing who.

Familiar blond hair, the ripped up clothing even the jacket that was missing a upper area of it. His body and clothing was stained in blood with one Nagu still feeding from his neck. It was her boyfriend Rust knight. He seems to be out of it and too weak to move from being drained so much as blood was running down his neck into his clothing even Destroyer was taken and resting against the wall.

"..........."

The others rushes to see Breezy but her body was frozen seeing what these monsters have done. "Breezy! Wait up! Did you find Rust!?" Jinx asked arriving with Ink but as the leaders look, they gasped seeing the view.

"Oh my god.." Jinx's eyes were wide covering her mouth.

"R..rust.." Ink was horrified seeing these monsters do this to her team member but it seems they ambushed him and did this for a while when they were looking for him. The others saw but was in shock as well.

"RUST!" Jaron was shocked with Melinda covering her mouth with eyes wide.

Shdwkyz was both shocked but anger was felt with Vivi speechless seeing the mess.

Mouse was horrified seeing this but she knew Fosh can see. Even Maggie was shocked but made sure Gerald didn't see but he did worrying him with Taz too. Echo was worried but she saw Navarro shaking half angry but upset. What did this assholes do to him!

However, it breaks Breezy's heart seeing Rust like this even if she was crying. 'R..Rust...oh my god, what did they do to you!?' she said in her thoughts but the Nagu was hissing at the intruders since they interrupted their meal.

As Ink and Jinx, along with the others were about to attack.

"How dare you do that to our friend!" Echo shouted ready to blow these shit heads to pieces as Navarro was ready, aiming his rocket launcher at these assholes.

Vivi and Shdwkyz had their blades ready to cut them with the rest ready to fight. The Nagu's hisses at them since their is a group but they were seeing more blood to feast on tonight. However, as they were ready to fight, Jinx felt something wrong. She looks seeing Breezy's upper face darkened but tears still running down her cheeks.

Her hands were closed into fists. "Breezy?"

"........." Without saying a single word, a sudden strong gust of wind game from the cursed hurricane seeing Breezy losing it. Her nails sharpened along with her features looking more feral to kill them. Jinx and the other vixens knew that seeing this, the Nagu's pissed her off.

"...I'll kill you....." she mutters not looking up but she flexed her hands with her eyes now glowing dark. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU FOR HURTING MY KNIGHT!" in a blast of wind, Breezy charges at the Nagu blowing them away as some either got their heads smashed against the rock wall.

"Breezy!!" Jinx saw her rush head in against them alone but she knew she was upset from seeing what they have. Both the fractions saw blood spilling from the Nagu's ears, noses, and mouths from the impact of the wall and some getting attacked. Breezy even grabs some to break their rib cages, stabbing a few with her bare hands to gut them. Their organs spilling out on the floor that the fractions were shocked seeing her lose it.

Or to say, she went into a blood lust frenzy to kill them!

"Shit shit shit! She's lost it!" Echo said seeing Breezy killing them all like nothing but the girls and the DBT was more worried. The other Nagu's surrounding Rust were about to kill him but they got burned by Ink and Jinx. They screech to move away from him but Jaron along with Melinda, Shdwkyz, and Vivi rushes to him. Rust looks like a mess but Jaron quickly tires to help get him away from the area and from Breezy's rampage.

"Hold on Rust, we got ya!" he said as Shdwkyz helps pick him up to carry him out of here. Vivi follows with Melinda getting Destroyer to hurry back to the others on the other side. She never expected to see Breezy lose it but she had a reason. The Nagu hurt someone she loved and she would make them suffer for it.

Now both the DBT and the cursed vixens watched in worry seeing Breezy brutally murder all of them but saw she just kept going. Gutting, slashing, and breaking whoever hurt him. She wouldn't stop till they were dead!

"We need to snap Breezy out of it before she gets worse!" Ink said as Ping was worried about her older sister. She wanted to help but it was not safe to be near her when she loses it like this.

"I know! Melinda, come with me!" she said as Melinda hands Gerald Destoryer and goes to help with calming her cursed sister down. As the two saw, Breezy just broke one's neck but rips the body apart.

"Breezy!" she heard someone shout at her seeing Jinx as she was coated in the Nagu's filthy blood. She panted showing the angry aggression but Jinx and Melinda was worried.

"Easy now..you can stop now. You got them all. It's fine...just calm down." she said as Breezy panted but she felt something behind to see two more pop out. Breezy hisses to grip their head but slams them down right into the rocky ground killing them but she begins punching them harder and harder that they were sinking into the ground. Even if she killed them she keeps hitting them.

Worried, the two rushes over to grab her wrists.

"Breezy stop it!" Jinx said.

"Yeah, it's over now! Please stop!" Melinda said worried as Breezy shook but she was panting only for her hand to shake wanting to kill them for what they did before she feels Jinx hold her.

"...."

"It's over now Breezy..you already got them..please no more....Rust is safe now. He will be worried if he saw you like this so please stop...."

She didn't move for a moment but she only shook in Jinx's arms only keeps her still that Breezy relaxed to start crying again shaking. Melinda was worried but saw her sobbing now even after she lost it. For now, the two fractions wanted to get out of this place and away from here.

From that night, they got back and quickly went to have Ophelia treat Rust. Well, after calming her down from the horrible view of her friend, she was able to help heal him even wish shaky hands. Right after, he was resting in a room to recover.

Breezy got cleaned up and everything but she was sitting by Rust's bed as he was cleaned up but bandaged.Destroyer was resting on the table near by but he was sleeping. Even after last night, Breezy was still crying seeing how he got hurt and she didn't get there in time. She felt bad but she only reaches to touch his cheek.

He looked so weak from being drained of so much blood but she was already told due to that, he was going to be out for a while. With this in mind, they said he will be fine but she still wanted to help. Though with a thought, she had a idea.

~~~~~~Later~~~~~~~

Rust still remains asleep but his human arm was connected with a Needle and a bag of blood but that's when he slowly woke up groaning sore from everything that caught Ophelia's attention. "Rust?" Gerald and Jaron heard her voice to look seeing the other stir awake!

"Rust?! Hey can you hear us?" Gerald was worried but Jaron was too as Rust heard the familiar voices. He slowly opens his eyes to look seeing he's in a room then turns his head seeing the other three. Their was some lines under his eyes due to being tired but he was alright.

"...G..guys?"

"Hey man..welcome back." jaron said relieved he was alright. "How you feeling?" he was worried but even saw Melinda walk over but she is happy he's alright too.

".....Like something ran over me...where am I?" he said in a raspy tone of voice. He tired to shift a bit to move but Ophelia made sure he didn't move too much.

"Your back home. You been out since last night...we would ask you what happened but..for now, Ink suggested you rest first before being asked." he said with Opheila nodding.

"It's true. You lost a lot and I mean a lot of blood last night. The Nagu's drained a lot of your blood by the time you were found. We were scared we were too late when seeing what they did..but we barley made it to you." she said but Rust looks quiet but he remembers. He was going out to get some things. It was when he was about to text Breezy back before getting ambushed and kidnapped. He did try to fight them off but one knocked him out from behind while he struggles, causing them to rip his jacket.

"....R..right..I still remember t..that..." He mutters.

"Honestly, because of that you would have been dead but.....no. You are going to be fine and with the blood transfusion you should be better in a few days."

Wait blood transfusion? "W..wait what?" He blinks confused till Ophelia points to a blood bag hanging near by as he looks to the needle in his arm.

"Yes, someone was kind enough to give you some of their blood to help you with your recovery. This way, your own healing trait will kick in a little faster even in a few days. Though, she's tired from giving so much so she's sleeping at the moment." Opheila said but this got Rust wondering.

"S..so someone gave me their blood? B..but who?" he asked.

"Breezy did." He heard Melinda speak as she looks to him.

"Breezy?"

"Yes. She was the one that found you last night and..she completely lost it when seeing what the Nagu's did to you. She went insane killing each one but Jaron and Shdwkyz were able to move you towards the others and we got out of there after Jinx and me calmed Breezy down." she explains then looks to him.

"Though, when we heard how must blood you lost, Breezy volunteered to give you some of hers. She didn't want to lose you so she requested that Ophelia gives you some of her blood." Melinda remembers that even was worried seeing how upset she was.

~~~~~~

'Wait Breezy, are you sure?' Ophelia asked worried but Breezy was nodding as she was looking to her.

'Yes. If it helps him even a bit, I want to offer some of my blood to help with his healing. Please..I don't want to lose him.' she begs even if she begins crying worrying Ophelia.

'But breezy, it's a lot of blood your going to be giving up. Are you-' she looks to Breezy but she knew.

'I know but I just...I want him to pull though. Please Ophelia, I wanna give him my blood so he can recover. I'll do anything to help him even giving up my blood to him.' she was serious looking at her but the others said nothing and Ophelia was silent to sigh.

'A..Alright..'

~~~~~~~~

"She felt bad you got hurt even if she didn't do anything wrong but she wanted to help by offering that. And she did. She sat in the room with you during the process but she's asleep right now." Ophelia explains this but Rust was silent.

'She..she did that?....For me?' he thought worried then looks seeing the others wondering if he is alright.

"I..I see. Well, I'll have to thank her for that when she wakes. Thanks for telling me Melinda." he said but keeps still with the others looking at him.

"Of course.." she smiled to him.

"Even so for now, rest up Rust. In a few days you should be able to heal better but rest for now." Ophelia said but in a moment, after seeing he's everyone left to let him rest.

Rust was in the room thinking now but he only closed his eyes to sigh. "..Damn, I must have really worried her too....I will have to owe her for this big time" Looking at Destoryer on the table (it was cleaned up so it didn't have blood all over it now), he wanted to thank Breezy for helping him but he had to rest first. He even looks to the blood bag and it was a lot to say honestly. She gave him a lot of it to make the blind quiet again. Closing his eyes, he thinks;

'Thank you Breezy. I'm so sorry for worrying you but I'll make it up to you..I promise..' With that word in mind, he dozed off to sleep to rest.

[kaelidascope]

Give us a life update after milton! You know you fans care!

I SURVIVED

Holy moly that was an incredibly long night. I camped out in the living room with my cat and my roommate's cat for the duration of it because it was safest and I could monitor the news from the TV. The hurricane itself had west-blowing wind and rain and went around me for the most part. I lost power for a few minutes around midnight but it came back on shortly after. The worst part of it all was the tailwinds 💀

I've never had tailwinds be this bad. By this point the hurricane was already on the east coast, and I had no idea where all this was coming from. This is what caused my patio door to leak, but smartly I put towels down so it didn't ruin the carpet. I was so exhausted being up for over 24 hours at this point I kept dozing and woken up by a powerful blast head on at my windows. This video honestly doesn't do some of the gusts justice, but I was too tired to record it all. By daylight my roommate's kitten woke me up with kitten teeth and it wasn't storming anymore so I went to bed 😂 still had power, but no internet. It took until the afternoon to have it restored, but I'm only 1 of 3 out of a team of 30+ coworkers who have power at all. So work is going to be interesting tomorrow...

Tornadoes touched down all around us, the closest one being 30 mins from my complex. Thankfully, due to my location, we didn't experience flash floods and very minimal damage to the complex.

The TLDR is I survived, Spyro and I are okay, and now I'm just trying to recover from being up that long with no sleep and violent ass winds NGJFKGNFKGFN thanks to @sawrinwrites , @ghoulsamgrusam , @temporary-tats , and Rue for checking on me throughout the night <33 it really helped a lot while experiencing this alone

EDIT; I should also clarify my roommate is also okay. She got forced to stay on property at her job so she could be guaranteed to work (Disney fucking sucks never work there). She had to be evacuated shortly after getting to her hotel after her shift but she isn't sure why. That's why I was by myself watching our cats. But the important thing is we're both okay!

[literaryvein-reblogs]

more words for worldbuilding (pt. 2)

ANIMALS

Animal: adult, beast, buck, cat, chicken, cur, father, frog, goat, half-breed, horse, hybrid, litter, mongrel, monster, parasite, pig, stock, young

Bird: bird, chicken

Fish: aquarium, aquatic

Group of animals: drove, herd, insect, pack, stock, team

Insect: bee, grub, pest

Limb or appendage of: bill, coat, feather, fur, mop, pelt, scale, trunk, wing

Mammal: cat, dog, father, goat, hound, mother, pig

CLOTHING

Accessory: bag, belt, buckle, collar, pocketbook, purse, satchel

Clothing: apparel, array, bathing suit, cape, clothes/clothing, costume, dress, dungarees, falsies, frock, garment, girdle, gown, hat, jacket, negligee, nylons, pajamas, pants, quilt, scarf, skirt, suit, swimsuit, thing/things, trappings, underwear, veil, wash, wrap

Part: collar, crown, pocket, strand, tiara

State of dress: bareness, nudity, try on/try out, wear

FOOD & DRINK

Beverage: alcohol, coffee, drink, potable

Beverage, alcoholic: beer, liquor

Change in: curdle, turn

Food: appetizer, bite, brew, bun, casserole, condiment, cracker, diet, doughnut, feed, frosting, grub, helping, hors d’oeuvre, leftover, macaroni, meat, nosh, nurture, nutrition, pastry, produce, refreshment, seasoning, stew, subsistence, support, sweet, treat, vittles

Food part: morsel, nip, taste, tidbit

Meal: banquet, bite, buffet, diet, fare, picnic, repast, spread, table

Produced from animal: comfort food, feed, food, frosting, grub, hero, macaroni, sandwich, submarine, vittles

Produced from plant: condiment, doughnut, loaf, pastry, produce, sweet

Quality of: acerbity, baked, done, edible, mellow, nourishing, perishable, rare, ripe, salty, short, stale, strong, sweet, unappetizing, weak, wholesome

NATURAL RESOURCES

Electricity: beam, spark

Energy: electricity, fuel, nuclear energy, petroleum, power

Expression of energy: blast, bonfire, chill, concussion, discharge, fire, flash, noise, thunder

Natural event: eclipse, meteorology, weather

Resources: fuel, resource, rock, substance

PLANTS

Flower: bloom, bouquet, flower

Fruit: berry, produce

Growth or death of: bloom, bud, germinate, growth, wilt, wither

Part: bark, branch, cereal, flavoring, foliage, grain, juice, limb, nut, pod, scion, shell, stalk, trunk

Plant: algae, bramble, bush, crop, fossil, grass, harvest, hybrid, organism, produce, wreath

Tree: timber, wood/woods

Vegetable: produce

WEATHER

Object connected with: avalanche, breeze, climate, cold, dew, film, flurry, frost, gust, haze, hurricane, meteorology, moisture, puff, thunder, weather, wind

Quality of: breezy, clear, close, crisp, dismal, fair, fiercely, fine, furious, gloomy, hazy, humid, intimidating, misty, oppressive, raw, rugged, soft, stormy, sultry, temperate, thick, tranquil, turbulent, wild, wintry

Type of: blizzard, cloud, drizzle, fog, hail, mist, puff, rain, shower, tempest, torrent, tremor

NOTE

Excerpted from Roget's 21st Century Thesaurus, Updated and Expanded 3rd Edition, in Dictionary Form, edited by The Princeton Language Institute.

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary.

Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary

[maybetorbie]

Cold

As part of @harringrovewinterbingo 's bingo prompt; Lost Gloves

Steve x Billy | 1700++ words | no warnings, pure fluff, a bit of illustrations slipped inbetween

'Cold,' Steve thinks to himself, trudging through the snowy path laid before him, hurrying his way back home after a particularly boring shift. 'Asshole's gonna get mad if I'm late again tonight,' he continues his train of thought, not keen on getting a lecture from his boyfriend of almost a decade, a blond with a penchant for swearing and everything that comes with it.

He walks on, just a couple blocks now. He rubs his gloved hands together, still baffled at how cold the winter can be this time around. The century's almost over, and the old wounds are starting to get healed, just like time promised. Having a circle of friends that he could safely say he loves doesn't hurt as well.

He knocks on the all-too-familiar door. He prepares for an earful. The door swings open.

He expects an exasperated, agitated Billy greeting him.

Instead, what he sees is a face of his boyfriend, relieved that he's finally home.

Of course, Billy would never admit to that willy-nilly.

"...Hey, get in. Don't let the cold in," is what his boyfriend says instead, his soft sentiment marked twice as pleasant by his cherry-red lips.

Steve walks in, slightly flustered at the change of tune. "Uh, baby?"

"What," Billy answers without turning back to him, instead going all the way to the kitchen, taking out something resembling a warm dinner out of the oven.

"I'm home late," Steve said, knitting his brows in confusion. "Aren't you gonna give me the Billy special? the nearly hour long ramble on how I'm always retarded?"

Billy sighs. "It's tardy," He shakes his head at his brunette companion's often misplaced vocab, yet fond of it all the same. "And yeah, maybe you're late again, for the hundred-thousandth whatever the fuck time, but you're here," he continued, with an unreadable expression, something bordering on unease, maybe a little bit of relief?

Steve doesn't know what to make of it. "Oh, and I also forgot to buy the eggs... fuck," he mutters, running a hand through his hair, embarrassed.

Billy shakes his head with a sigh. He puts the warm meal on their makeshift dining table. "Just get your dumbass here and eat,"

The rest of the night went by without any major happenings. Billy's unusually calm, docile behavior is alarming to Steve, as he loves to describe his boyfriend as 'a hurricane, a storm and I can't find any fucking port because I was just more interested in getting lost in the eye of the storm than to find a safe port somewhere' to his friends, Robin being the only one that seems to somewhat understand his absurd metaphors. The point being, Steve is confused. 'What's gotten Billy acting so weird? Is it the cold? It's got to be the cold, it's the coldest winter we've had in years, and Hawkins is usually only breezy.'

As he lay awake in bed wondering, his other half is already snoring next to him, facing the other way. He siddles closer to the blond, sniffing the golden curls and sinking his face into the depths of it, his arms snaking around Billy's chest, hugging him from behind, under the warmth the covers provide.

'I'll just ask him in the morning,' being his last thought of the night.

-

Morning comes. With it being both of their day off, Steve wants to take advantage of their free time to ask his beloved what the fuck got to him the other night. They're sipping coffee on the makeshift dining table, sitting across each other in comfortable, companionable silence that Steve has come to adore over their near-decade togetherness.

"Baby," Steve starts softly, already all-too-familiar with how his boyfriend gets at any earnest display of vulnerability, which is to immediately put up walls of swear words and faux irritation. But Steve knows that when his Billy reacts this way, he never means any of it.

Billy looks up at him from reading the morning papers, with a raised eyebrow. "What,"

"So, yesterday..." Steve continues carefully, not because he's scared Billy's gonna react badly, but because he needed an honest answer immediately. "You were acting weird."

So much for being careful.

"The fuck does that mean?" Billy answers with a question, twisting his face in confusion.

"You didn't get angry," Steve said softly. "I was just a bit confused, if you're sick and we need to get Max since she's a med student now, or..."

Billy stares at him in confusion. "So you think I'm being weird because I was nice to you?"

"Uh, I guess, yeah..."

The blond sighs, one hand rubbing the sides of his temple. "You're a fucking idiot, pretty boy. Tell you what, since you think I'm sick, why don't we go on a walk right now?"

"Huh?" Steve's turn to be confused now. "What does that gotta do with anything?"

"Isn't walking good for you or something?" Billy shrugs, already standing up from the table, making no delay in getting his coat from the hook they put up on the wall next to the door a good few christmases ago. "So come on, get your ass up."

Steve sighs, his coffee isn't even finished! But seeing as it's no use arguing with a hurricane, plus, thinking that he could convince Billy to visit Max to get him checked, he grabs his coat as well, not realizing that as they head out the door, one half of his gloves fell out of the coat pocket, the one glove being the item in charge to watch over their modest apartment for the time being.

-

They walk along the boulevard, on the fifteen minute mark of their walk. They didn't say a word to each other, Billy being silently pensive, which adds to Steve's suspicion that something might be wrong.

"Look, pretty boy," Billy suddenly stops, Steve involuntarily bumping softly against his boyfriend's back. Billy gestures at the park, quiet and empty. "Let's go there,"

"Uh, sure," Steve follows his lead, still confused on where this is all going. Well, he's aware of where they're walking, just not where this is going.

They walk some more in silence.

Billy's still all quiet, walking slightly ahead of Steve.

Steve wants to say something about all of this, but something soft falls on the tip of his nose.

"Snow," he mutters. "It's snowing again,"

Billy turns to him, aware that his boyfriend gets cold easy. "Where's your gloves?" he asks, gesturing to the coat pocket.

Steve nods, rummaging his pockets... and looks back up at Billy with a bashful sigh. "I... there's only one, I guess the other one must've fallen out or something..."

Steve turns behind him to look, but the snowfall is starting to affect how everything looks. And everything looks white. His gloves are only a few shades off white. He turns back to look at Billy... but Billy's gone.

Except that he's not. Steve looks down.

Billy's kneeling.

"Billy, what are you doing?" Steve asks, bewildered. "I'm pretty sure I just left the other one at home..."

Billy looks up at him with that look of exasperated fondness, the kind that Steve looks at him with from time to time, now in full display. His lips slightly parted, as if drawing small, nervous breaths.

"Steve," the blond said softly.

Snow keeps falling.

"Yeah...?" Steve answers, unsure of where this is going.

"You and me, man. Ten years," Billy continues.

"I know, Billy."

"Ten years," Billy repeats. "I don't know anyone that I would fight the world for, if not you,"

Steve's breathing hitches. Billy's still kneeling.

"And fuck, man... I don't know. I get mad a lot, but you're always there. I may be batshit insane, but you're always there. I don't give a fuck if we can't..."

Billy stops his sentiment, pulling out a golden ring, plain and simple, but polished. "...I don't give a fuck if we can't get legally married. Maybe we won't be able to for another ten, twenty years, whatever, but I don't care. We wear this, and we'll know,"

Steve doesn't say anything, but his eyes are glassy with unshed tears.

Billy's face is all sorts of cacophony of emotions. He's scared of rejection, but he loves his Steve too much to care of the hurt he might possibly feel. "So, pretty boy. You're my best friend, you fuck like a beast, and you love me like I'm not one. What do you say? Let me be Mr. Harrington too?"

Steve doesn't even know what to say. Instead, he pulls Billy up by the waist, peppering kisses on the corners of Billy's lips, along the jawline, and finally an enduring one on the lips. It leaves them both breathless as they part, foreheads still touching.

Billy looks at him, slightly flushed. "So... is that a yes?"

"Just give me the ring already," Steve laughs softly, giddily letting the blond slip the band onto his finger. He looks at how it shines, and he looks back at Billy with all the love in the world. "You're crazy, baby."

"Hey, if you'd rather have me look for your missing glove, I can just take the ring back..." Billy tries to weasel himself off Steve's grip, but he knows better than to test Steve, because once he's got a hold of you, he's never letting you go.

"I'm not cold anymore," Steve adjusts his embrace, looking Billy in the eyes. "Wherever you walk, I'll walk."

"Then let's walk fucking home, because it's cold as shit, and I only used this as an excuse to propose."

They turn to walk home in the midst of falling morning snow. Their voices can still be heard as it fades from the echoes of the frozen park.

"So was that why you were acting all weird last night?" Steve asks.

"Shut up," was all that Billy can say in his own defense.

But Steve understands that it was his now-husband's way of saying that it was true.

[garrettandoscargirlsblog]

Thought y'all might want a preview of my thanksgiving fic with Breezy and Mitch. So... Here it is! Y'all enjoy!

Noticed the others yackin about the upcoming holiday. Me? Not saying too much. Sure I want to be home with my brothers,and family. Mitch noticed my mood right away. Placed his notebook on the counter,” I know my baby. I know. How about we get out of here? Ya know where we can be alone. Make your sadness disappear. Ya know what that means “ Lean against his warm, and musky body. Arms around his waist. I know what the thing is. Making love nice and slow in the cottage I used to live before moving in with Mitch. Feel his hands rubbing my lower back. Getting that wet feeling between my legs. Whisper,” Not hear cowboy. Can't have an audience ya know. Can slip out through the sunroom. Now it's the cold room. “ Mitch chuckles as he takes my hand as we sneak out,” Love the way ya think darlin one. Reason why we're so good for each other.” 

Ride home was slow as usual. Night sky was full of stars,and fear of hitting anything,or anyone was on his mind. Lean against his shoulder,” Been thinking. Now the threat is on the down low. We can go on a trip for the holiday. Don't ask me where,but want to relax . Ya know, start a new tradition for you and I. Any place that comes to mind?* Mitch is silent for a moment. Either he's thinking,or he wasn't listening. Till he spoke in his usual tone when he tries to explain something to me* Good idea. Know where. Can't tell ya right yet. Want it to be a surprise. Also to be a special moment for us. When have we ever gone on a trip together? Meaning out of state. Sure we went Okc. Few times. Thought … we could go to Texas? Big state I know there's a town ya always wanted to go? “ Yeah Texas is nice. Since the weather is getting colder. Thought about one place.  Squeezes his hand as I nod off,” Florida cowboy. Love to go there. Oh wait! Hurricane season. Maybe…New Orleans? Since I was born there “ Heard him sigh as we pull up to the house. Feel the chill in the air as he carries me inside. Sound of the TV fills the room. Bigfoot wakes up from his slumber,” Sorry cuz. Home early? That's good. Sorry for leavin early. Not feeling well guess somethin I ate.” Kisses my forehead as he heads upstairs,” Translation? Ate too much. Night pard. “ 

Woke up to something familiar. Warm blankets,and soft breathing sounds. Look at the clock to see what time it was. Almost 4am? Really? Feel the soft fabric from my nightshirt. No panties? Okay… Mitch ya sly dog! Lay my head down again. Hand roaming abit. He hates the cold. Always has reason for three blankets on the bed. Reached for his sweat waistband warmth from his thighs felt good. Grazed his balls by accident. Not really. See how long he would open his blue eyes. Stroking his long length ever so slowly as my eyes close again. Moment later feel warm hand between my legs. Try not to make any sudden noises ,but God! Be strong girl! Enjoy it! Heard him groan,” Ya started it darlin. Gonna finish it! Reason why I forgot to put panties on ya. Always prepared darlin. Besides, we didn't get to have our intimate moment last night. So… since ya started to pleasure me?? Hmmm.. how about I start as well. “ That's what we did. Removed our clothes . He hovers over me. Practically smiling. Ready for what's going on. Bed squeaks as with each movement. Suddenly I heard banging sounds coming from the door. Oops! We woke Mike up again!  More moments like this. Because we're going on vacation! 

The boys ,and even Dwight, were surprised about our destination choice.Him and Goodie heading to New York , Bhodie and the others going to their families. Tyson would be with his. Reason why the bar would be closed. Till Dwight said for the rest of us to be young. Have fun. Oh my man and I will! 

Mitch thought should fly. Then rent a nice jeep. Like that idea. Ready to relax. See the sites,and ohh that Cajun food! Showing him around since I lived there for a while. Packed light ,and while he packed his guitar. Knowing he might have some kind of inspiration there. Me as well. Want to relearn the guitar again. Haven't played since I was younger. Good ole days till that horrible experience happened. Days I get flashbacks. Caused by certain sounds. Okay girl stop it! Not now! Don't go there! 

Arrived at New Orleans by late afternoon. Received our rental. On our way to Lake Pontchartrain. Nice lake house near the water. My kind of place. Quiet to relax in the evening. Touring during the day. Also not knowing a soul . So I thought. Entered this nice place to eat. Listen to some music. Till I heard a familiar voice,” Well lookie here y'all ! My baby sister in da flesh! “ Benny! Wtf! 

@dameronscopilot @musings-of-a-rose @marmie-noir @watermeezer

[guppygiggles]

Hidden Depths

What: Exposition with a dash of hurt/comfort.

Word count: ~3k

Universe: Sea & Sky AU

Who: Avery, Casper, Finnegan

Description: Finnegan finally opens up about where he's from. There is a lot of crying, cuddling, and emotional tenderness in this. Brief mention of illness. No tickling, sorry, but I will probably follow this up with some tickling in the near future.

I knocked gently on the bathroom door. 

“Finn, are you in there?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Can I come in?” 

“Why?” 

“Because I have to pee, and we only have one bathroom, dude.” 

“...Okay, fine.” 

I opened the bathroom door. Finnegan was in the bathtub, anchor-print curtain drawn closed. Beyond the curtain, an open springline window filled the tiny room with morning sunlight and fresh air that carried the promise of fall. It was still too warm for Finnegan to swim in the ocean, so a cool, daily bath was necessary to keep his scales moistened and gills healthy. I was used to hearing him splashing and enjoying himself, but today he was quiet. Only the curtain separated us as I sat down on the toilet seat. 

The faucet dripped.

My toes flexed against the bath mat. 

A seagull squawked as it passed the window. 

I sighed, craning my arm to turn the sink on and drown out the silence. Finally, relief. I finished up quickly, not wanting to invade Finn's privacy any further, but a small voice stopped me as my hand touched the doorknob. 

“Casper?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you stay with me…?” 

I paused. Turning around, I could barely make out Finn's silhouette through the thin curtain; he was sitting with his arms and tail wrapped around his legs, head lowered to his knees.

“Yeah, I can stay... Are you alright?” 

I lowered the wooden toilet lid and sat down on it. Finn took a while to answer. 

“I dunno.” His voice carried an uncharacteristic distance. 

“Do you want to talk about it…?” 

“I don't know right now.”

“Ah… Well, that's okay, you don't have to. Do you want me to just chill in here? It's my day off, so I can stay as long as you want.” 

“Yeah. I just don't wanna be alone.”

At least this was normal. Contrary to Avery and I, Finnegan didn't even like to do solo activities by himself; everything for him was improved with company… Apparently, even bathing. I had a feeling that he did want to talk about what was bothering him, but I wasn't going to push. I pulled out my phone. Quietly enjoying someone's company was normally a non-issue for me, but, well… it was a bit different in the bathroom. 

“Do you want me to put some music on?” 

“Yeah. Can you play that one song I like?”

I opened my music app. Finnegan's playlist was pinned to the top of my feed – I played the first song, then opened Pokemon Go. 

As Caribbean Blue by Enya filled the tiny bathroom, I heard water sloshing as Finn readjusted, laying back in the tub and resting his head on the sloped side. He was quiet. Swirling a pokeball in a circle with my finger, I tried in vain to catch a Shelder. 

“Are there video games where you're from, Finn?” 

“Not really. We had games but not electronic stuff.” 

“What did you do for fun?” 

He was quiet again, for a long time. I wondered if he'd heard me. I looked over at his silhouette again; still and somber, head tilted down. I could've sworn I heard a wet sniff, but I wasn't certain. 

“Finny…?”

“I didn't have a lot of fun there.” 

I winced. In my effort to make smalltalk, I'd forgotten that Finn usually avoided talking about his life before he met us. 

“Oh… I'm sorry.” 

“It's okay.” 

The next song on Finn's list played – Pacific Ave by Pearl and the Oysters. The breezy, poppy track contrasted harshly with the tone of our conversation… or lack thereof. I tried to focus on catching Pokemon. I wished Finn would just talk to me; what was he so worried about? 

An answer came sooner than I expected. 

“I lied to you.”

“What…?”

“I lied to you and Avery about what really happened. When you found me, I told you that I was traveling and I got lost during that hurricane… that’s kinda true… but it's not the whole truth.” He exhaled deeply. Water moved in the tub as he shifted again, his tail peeking through the curtain as he turned away from me. 

I waited with bated breath for him to go on. 

Finn had been living with us for six months. When he’d washed up on the rocky shore of Avery's lighthouse, he was in bad shape; cuts and bruises all over, barely conscious, and sick with an illness Avery had called “septicemia.” He'd made a cloud bed for Finn right next to ours, tending to him around the clock for over a week before he finally came to. At first, he was shy and exceedingly polite… but as he grew more comfortable and we grew closer, an inquisitive and playful side emerged. He said he didn't have anywhere to return to, so we said he could stay as long as he liked; we set up the spare bedroom for him. He spent most of his time diving for treasure and catching fish, and I had to admit… between mine and Avery's busy schedules, the extra income and fresh seafood were both more than welcome in our home. I could concede to being a little naïve at times, but dishonesty was not something I expected from someone like Finn. 

He continued, “I'm from Merrobridge.” 

My eyebrows raised in recognition. I didn't know a lot about merfolk – they were not a populous race, and what was known about them tended to be shrouded in mystery given that the majority of their civilization existed deep underwater – but Merrobridge was a vast coastal hub, partially on land and partially beneath the sea, where nearly all merfolk trade took place. I hadn't considered it before, but it made sense that rainbow trout like Finn would make their home there, considering they were an amphidromous* species. 

“I didn't tell you ‘cause I was afraid you would make me go back.” 

My brows furrowed. 

“I mean… why would we make you go back? You're an adult, you can decide if you want to live there or not.” 

Another deep sigh from the other side of the curtain, followed by more silence. I paused the music. 

“Finnegan… listen. I'm not mad that you lied to me, okay? Whatever it is, we'll figure it out. Like… I'm not forcing you to tell me, but if you're going to tell me… I need you to tell me everything.” 

A tiny whimper from the other side of the curtain wrenched my heart; he was definitely starting to cry. I was tempted to pull it back, but my respect for his privacy stayed my hand… and in this state, I wasn't sure how he'd react. I'd never seen him like this before.

He spoke so quietly, then, I strained to hear him. “The two empresses who live in Merrobridge and rule over the entire merfolk kingdom… They're my moms.” 

My heart skipped a beat. Stunlocked on the toilet lid, my fingers rose to my lips as realization crept through my veins like frost. 

“Finn…”

“I couldn't live that life, Casper!” He cried, his small voice reedy and choked, “I knew the hurricane was coming… I planned for weeks. I left a note saying for them not to look for me, that I'd come back one day, you know? I didn't want them to think I died or anything… I just wanted the hurricane to make it hard for them to follow me… but I timed it wrong, and got caught in it. I thought I was going to die!” 

Then, he really cried; Finnegan cried like someone who'd been waiting months to cry, like someone who'd forgotten how. 

I couldn't stand it any longer. The curtain rod screeched as I pushed the fabric back. As he cried into his hands, I put my arms around Finnegan's trembling, wet shoulders. 

“Oh, god… Finny…” God dammit, I was starting to cry, too. I did my best to keep my voice steady so he wouldn't hear. “Finn, honey, it'll be okay. We'll figure this out, okay?” 

“I miss my moms - choke - and my s-sister! Wh- what if they think I'm d-dead?!” 

I couldn't refute this concern; it was a real possibility, given how long he'd been gone. I didn't know his family or the dynamics of normal relationships among merfolk, though, so I couldn't say. Any human mother would be worried to bits… well. Not mine, but I wasn't going down that road right then. 

“Can we call them? Or send them a letter or something, just so they know you're okay?” I offered, rubbing his back. 

“I can't be e-emperor! I can't sit there and study and work and read and talk to people all day like they want me to, I'm just… I can't!” He wailed, deep sobs echoing off the white and blue tiled walls. 

“Shhh, shhh…” He was too hysterical to listen to me; I would have to wait until he calmed down. I had no idea how we would even get in touch with his family – I was aware of the existence of land-sea communication stations, but I had no idea how they worked, or even where to find one. 

There was a soft knock on the door. 

“Casper? Finnegan? Is everything okay in there…?” Avery’s gentle, concerned voice asked from the other side.

I wanted to shout back “no!”, but I figured that would only freak Finn out more. 

“Can Avery come in?” I whispered, tucking a few strands of wet hair behind his finned ear. 

“I-I guess…”

“Come in!” 

Even with the window open, I hadn't realized how stuffy the bathroom had become until Avery opened the door – the cool draft on my face, much like his presence, was a massive relief. 

“Oh, goodness… what's going on in here?” Avery asked, standing over me as I knelt at the side of the tub, arms still around Finn... who turned away from Avery, hiding his face. The lighthouse bathroom was definitely not built to be occupied by three people at once; I couldn't blame Finn for feeling crowded and self conscious. 

“Um, well… Actually, Avery, why don't you and I talk in the living room? Finny, do you want to meet us there when you're ready?”

He nodded, sniffling. I kissed the top of his head, then closed the curtain.

+++

“He's… a prince?” 

Avery sat on the edge of his reading chair, leaning forward with his elbows braced on his knees, fingers laced together. His brow creased as he chewed his lip with his delicate teeth, something he typically did when working on complex research. 

I flopped onto the oversized sectional, propping my bare feet on the armrest. My back hurt from leaning over the tub. “Yeah, basically. He said his moms are the two empresses of the merfolk kingdom. He has a sister, too.”

“Why did he leave…?” 

“He didn't really say. He pretty much just said he couldn't live that life, and like… I mean, you've met him. Can you imagine Finn as an emperor? I can't really blame him, either, that sounds exhausting.”  

Avery sighed and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. In that moment, his posture and contemplative expression were reminiscent of the way I imagined Atticus Finch. It was a long while until he spoke again. 

“What does he want to do?” 

I sighed, lifting my hands in a shrug. “I don't know. He says he misses them, but he doesn't want to go back. I think he's mostly just worried they think he's dead.” 

The sound of Finn's heavy tail thumping down the stairs brought our conversation to a halt. He appeared on the landing wearing black gym shorts and my favorite navy t-shirt, which featured a great white shark biting a surfboard made of binary data in half, underlined by jagged font proudly summarizing the scene: “Mega Byte.” His eyes were puffy from crying, and his cheeks and fins were flushed a deep green. I normally would have teased him for stealing my clothes, but I decided to save it. 

“Awww, Finny… come here.” I patted my chest. 

Finn sauntered over and collapsed onto me, nuzzling under my chin as his wet hair seeped into the collar of my shirt. Though he was shorter than me by a couple of inches, Finn was heavier, mostly due to his thick tail which spilled over the edge of the couch. The pressure of his warm body against mine was pleasant. I rubbed his back as he turned his head to face the couch. It seemed that he still didn't want to look at Avery – perhaps he was still embarrassed. 

“Finny… why don't you want to go back home? Are you not allowed to say you don't want to be emperor one day?” 

He shifted uncomfortably and sniffled. I was worried he would start crying again, but thankfully he kept it together. 

“My moms raised me to be prepared for this… I'm the oldest, so I'm supposed to inherit the throne, but that life isn't for me. Luney would be much better at it… she's serious and smart and she even likes studying and meeting with all those stuffy ambassadors and going to events and stuff. I just want to swim and fish and look for treasure! And I want cuddles, too,” his arms tightened around me, hands clutching my shirt, “merfolk don't cuddle… touching is frowned on, especially in public.” 

I stroked my fingers through his wet hair, listening. Avery listened, too, watching quietly behind his folded hands. I guessed he could relate to this, in a sense; cloud people did cuddle, but it wasn't like human touch, which he obviously enjoyed. 

Finnegan didn't say it, but we all knew there was another reason; we were close. As he rested against my body and we discussed the prospect of him going back home, my stomach was tying in knots – that was the last thing I wanted, but ultimately, I couldn't allow myself to be motivated by self-interest. If I could truly say I loved him, I had to do what was best for him. My throat tightened as I wondered if this might be the last time I cuddled on the couch with him – I quickly compartmentalized that thought. 

“Did you tell your parents you felt this way, Finn?” Avery asked. 

“I tried… but when I did, they just dismissed it or acted like I was being ridiculous. I know they love me, but I don't think they knew how serious I was about not being emperor… it's supposed to be my duty, but… I should be able to choose how I live, it's my life! I didn't ask to be born royalty…” 

A thought occurred to me, then, that made my stomach drop. My chest felt tight; I was almost afraid to ask the question.  

“I know you said you left a note, but… do you think your parents would try to bring you back? A prince disappearing is something I would expect to see in the news, or whatever… I mean, are Avery and I in danger…?” 

I glanced at Avery, and the look on his face told me he was already considering this. Finn finally turned to meet Avery's gaze.

“Merfolk are secretive, especially the higher classes… the last thing they would want to do is alarm anyone, or show incompetence by telling the world their prince is missing, even if it makes it harder to find me. The citizens probably just think I'm away on business, meeting with dignitaries and establishing relationships with other countries or something… I did have to do that, sometimes… but Jelly and Mina probably sent a private search party for me.” 

Incompetence. Dignitaries. Establishing. These were not words that Finn used in normal conversation, and I blushed a little at my surprise that he knew them. I’d never believed him to be stupid, but he'd clearly had a more advanced education than he let on. It also struck me to hear the illustrious empresses Nigella and Wilhelmina referred to as “Jelly and Mina,” but I supposed if you had two moms, it would be important to differentiate them somehow. 

What a revealing few hours it had been; I was starting to feel overwhelmed, and as he opened his mouth in a sharp, toothy yawn, I could tell that Finn was, too. He must have been exhausted from all that crying. 

Avery was not the reactive type; his method of working through problems, no matter how pressing or emotional for those around him, was to absorb information and ask questions when appropriate. He was great at comforting, too, but Finn seemed more receptive to that from me at the moment. I surmised he was afraid of disappointing Avery; not that Avery had ever shown disappointment in him. I wondered if this spoke to Finn's upbringing, too. 

As the elemental spoke again, I knew that the information-gathering phase of his process had reached its conclusion. 

“I think we should send a letter to your parents, Finn… Just so they know you're alright. It may help if I write one, too, so they can be reassured that you're in the care of a doctor. I have some research to finish today, but I can help you with it tomorrow. Besides, I want you to rest after that confession.” He stood up, walking over to where the two of us laid together on the couch and kneeling beside us. His cool, soft hand cupped Finn's warm cheek, his thumb rubbing gently along his scales. “That was very brave of you, Finnegan, thank you for telling us. I know it's hard, but we'll get through this together, okay? I'm so proud of you.” 

Finn's lips warbled, his hand raising to hide his fresh tears. Avery smiled gently, leaning down to place a tender kiss on my lips. 

“I have to get back to my research, now… will you two be alright?” 

“We'll be just peachy. I'll make sure he takes a nap… I think we both need one, honestly.” 

The tall elemental straightened, then, taking a blanket from the back of the couch and draping it over us. As he started up the stairs, I called after him – quietly, as I could already feel Finn's breath falling into a sleepy rhythm, “Don't work yourself to death, cloudman… there are people who love you, y’know.” 

His bashful chuckle echoed down the stairwell, and I drifted off slowly to the memory of his laugh. 

+++

*An amphidromous fish is a type of diadromous fish which migrates between fresh and saltwater.  Unlike anadromous and catadromous fish, which migrate explicitly for the purposes of breeding, amphidromous fish migrate for other purposes. Source

[hollow-prior]

All MLP Characters

Simply because I'm rewatching and enjoy making lists :)

A:

Angel (Bunny)

Apple Bloom (Earth Pony)

Apple Brown Bake (Earth Pony)

Apple Bumpkin (Earth Pony)

Apple Cinnamon Crisp (Earth Pony)

Apple Frias (Earth Pony)

Apple Fritter (Earth Pony)

Applejack (Earth Pony)

Apple Rose (Earth Pony)

Applesauce (Earth Pony)

Apple Strudel (Earth Pony)

Apple Tart (Earth Pony)

B:

Babs Seed (Earth Pony)

Baked Apples (Earth Pony)

Big Macintosh (Earth Pony)

Blossomforth (Pegasus)

[Prince] Blueblood (Unicorn)

Braeburn (Earth Pony)

Bulk Biceps (Pegasus)

C:

[Princess] Cadence (Alicorn)

Caramel Apple (Earth Pony)

Carrot Cake (Earth Pony)

[Princess] Celestia (Alicorn)

Cerberus (Three-Headed Dog)

Cheerilee (Earth Pony)

Cheese Sandwich (Earth Pony)

Cloud Chaser (Pegasus)

Clover [the Clever] (Unicorn)

Coco Pommel (Earth Pony)

Crackle (Dragon)

Cranky Doodle Donkey (Donkey)

Cup Cake (Earth Pony)

D:

Daisy (Earth Pony)

Daisy Jo (Cow)

Daring Do (Pegasus)

Diamond Tiara (Earth Pony)

Discord (Draconequus)

Ditzy Doo (Pegasus)

E:

[Commander] Easy Glider (Pegasus)

F:

[Admiral] Fairy Flight (Pegasus)

Fancy Pants (Unicorn)

Featherweight (Pegasus)

Filthy Rich (Earth Pony)

[General] Firefly (Pegasus)

Flam (Unicorn)

[General] Flash (Pegasus)

Flash Sentry (Pegasus)

Fleetfoot (Pegasus)

Flim (Unicorn)

Flitter (Pegasus)

Fluttershy (Pegasus)

G:

Garble (Dragon)

Gilda (Griffon)

Golden Delicious (Earth Pony)

Granny Smith (Earth Pony)

Gummy (Alligator)

Gustave le Grand (Griffon)

H:

Harshwhinny (Earth Pony)

Hayseed Turnip Truck (Earth Pony)

Hoity Toity (Earth Pony)

[Commander] Hurricane (Pegasus)

I:

Iron Will (Minotaur)

J:

Jet Set (Unicorn)

Joe (Unicorn)

Junebug (Earth Pony)

K:

Kingpin (Unicorn)

L:

Lickety-Split (Earth Pony)

Lightning Dust (Pegasus)

Little Strongheart (Buffalo)

[Princess] Luna/Nightmare Moon (Alicorn)

M:

Matilda (Donkey)

Maud Pie (Earth Pony)

Moon Dancer (Unknown Pony)

Mooriella (Cow)

Mulia Mild (Mule)

N:

O:

Opalescence (Cat)

Owlowiscious (Owl)

P:

Peachy Pie (Earth Pony)

Peewee (Phoenix)

Pipsqueak (Earth Pony)

Philomena (Phoenix)

Photo Finish (Earth Pony)

Pinkie Pie (Earth Pony)

Prim Hemline (Earth Pony)

[Princess] Platinum (Unicorn)

Pound Cake (Pegasus)

[Chancellor] Pudding Hat (Earth Pony)

Pumpkin Cake (Unicorn)

[Colonel] Purple Dart (Pegasus)

Q:

R:

Rainbow Dash (Pegasus)

Randolph (Earth Pony)

Rapidfire (Pegasus)

Rarity (Unicorn)

Red Delicious (Earth Pony)

Red Gala (Earth Pony)

Rose (Earth Pony)

Rumble (Pegasus)

S:

Sapphire Shores (Earth Pony)

Seabreeze (Breezie)

Scootaloo (Pegasus)

Shining Armor (Unicorn)

Silver Shill (Earth Pony)

Silverspeed (Pegasus)

Silver Spoon (Earth Pony)

[Sheriff] Silverstar (Earth Pony)

Smart Cookie (Earth Pony)

Snails (Unicorn)

Snips (Unicorn)

Soarin (Pegasus)

[King] Sombra (Unicorn)

Spike (Dragon)

Spitfire (Pegasus)

Star Swirl the Bearded (Unicorn)

Stinking Rich (Earth Pony)

Sunny Daze (Earth Pony)

Suri Polomare (Earth Pony)

Sunset Shimmer (Unicorn)

Sweetie Belle (Unicorn)

T:

[Chief] Thunderhooves (Buffalo)

Thunderlane (Pegasus)

Trenderhoof (Unicorn)

Trixie (Unicorn)

[Princess] Twilight Sparkle (Unicorn -> Alicorn)

Twist (Earth Pony)

U:

Upper Crust (Unicorn)

V:

W:

[Mr.] Waddle (Earth Pony)

Winona (Dog)

X:

Y:

Z:

Zecora (Zebra)

Zipporwhill (Pegasus)

[dvudushnydiaries]

Theoi-Terata & Hero Gothic

Some friends of mine set up a prompt to write about the "gothic" nature of the pantheons and beings we venerate and I took it real cereal.

Odysseus gothic is simply a mission at night. The tension, the cunning, the inexplicable closeness with a goddess that brings you victory, knowing the only time you'll smile during this war is when you are being given information. "You like to win, regardless of the cause". It's also spending your entire journey home being tormented by what you did so you could win, just to use that torment as a tool to re-learn your own ruthlessness so you may finally be home.

Achilles gothic is clutching at glory at the expense of a life beyond your own rage. It is all consuming, even in circumstances one may not have considered. It is being so overtaken by what you are owed that you wish death upon your friends. It's being so overtaken by the consequences of that wish that you act for the cause you began to spurn. "If I feel the cause is wrong, I can't move", and you have begun to move in spite of that principle, because the cause cost you more than you'd ever imagined. Aetna gothic is existing at the threshold of destruction and creation. You are a mother, but you have annihilated cities. You imprison a raging giant but you kindly host a god and his forge in the same space. You were something more before your land experienced colonies, they remember your old name to this day. But no one remembers much more than that. So you just keep holding what has been given to you. Hera-Ekhidna gothic is simply the nature of motherhood and partnership with someone who holds great power. It is loving your children deeply but also knowing you have a duty to the world that goes beyond just them. It's knowing that in many ways, they will be sacrificial lambs, but the world won't see them as that, and they won't recognize your efforts either. You know that you will be relegated by those unfamiliar with you by millenia to a position of being a cruel, unkind woman and you know that you can't stop it. You may be mothering monsters, but they have never been as cruel as the mortals

Diomedes gothic is knowing your mastery of the war cry won't stop you from being pushed to a quiet role. Your acts of honor and greatness under the guidance of Wisdom incarnate will be greatly overshadowed by the rage of other men. Your rage is ever present, but you are always a complement to another. You balance each other well in metis and bia, but you know his suffering will be legendary to the masses thousands of years on, while yours will be resigned to a quiet migration to Italy, where you and your war cry will finally be put to rest.

Gaea-Ladon gothic is being plagued by betrayal. You have done all you can to cultivate and protect a garden of creation, only to be lied to and trampled over. It is constantly trying to seek justice, being promised it, and having that injustice committed against you. Over and over and over. Yet, you still find it impossible to resign yourself to it.

Poseidon Phytalmios-Ismenian Drakon gothic is knowing death is defiable, that you can always exist after it, but it takes discipline in order to do so. You must be strict and focused. Waves go back to being the ocean, they are undying, but sometimes their force embeds them permanently into the memory of men. Mortals may try to kill you with their malice or their thoughtlessness, but you will watch your own teeth be buried in the ground and spring up with life, forever destined to be a part of you.

Typhon-Zeus gothic is the constant combat of the weather just before a hurricane hits. The morning is pleasant, breezy, and cool, almost as if the winds are offering an apology in advance. The afternoons are deep in their warmth, weighing upon the shoulders of anyone forced to venture out. The night is violent and strikes fear into even those most familiar with your rage. You delight in watching people jolt awake at the cracks of thunder, you find whimsy in choosing what color the lightning will be this time, and suddenly the idea that you emerged into existence prepared to fight, that your first act upon your creation was to attack the stars. For an evening, you have allowed for nature to try and re-take the roads that used to be creeks, and you can hear the naiads, the harpies, the world again, even if just for a night. By morning, your rage has quelled into a gentle breeze and spots of rain and the naiads and the harpies have quieted again.

Ares-Chimera gothic is burning. It is feeling nothing but fire and acid. Your teeth are sharp and your tongue demands the metallic taste of blood. You have moments where you are able to reign yourself in, because you love your mother, but you are ultimately a volcano awaiting a chance to erupt. You don't understand why They hate you so much, this is just your nature. they gave you your nature, it is what you are supposed to have. But this "gift" has resigned you to a life of being wounded by mortals and mocked for your delight in bloodshed. They do not understand that you care, that the delight in bloodshed is a shield. They do not care about the foot soldiers, but you do. You have them be pushed into frenzy in the hopes that they remember their suffering and the suffering they pushed onto others a little less. You are a strategian, but not in the way that They deem valuable. You weep and scream with the mothers who see their sons brought home on their shields because you love your own mother just as much. You just question if you would ever be wept for like that Scylla-Amphitrite gothic is being resigned to never really being known. The way bards sing about you will never be fully depicted on pottery, you will be resigned to what is easiest to create. Your incomprehensibility goes un-respected or even unknown because you are the wife of a king. You are confined to being the mother of a host of children who are similarly infantilized and eaten. They refuse to acknowledge how terrifying you are, they refuse to acknowledge your depth. You don't know if you've accepted it or not. There are moments when someone seems to understand truly that you love your seashells and your vast trenches that offers a glimmer of hope, but most get lost in the reflection of your waves and scales, say "Oh, pretty" and move forward, never acknowledging your rows of fangs.

Prometheus-Caucasian Eagle gothic is knowing exactly what the consequences are and doing it anyway. You are not fooled easily, you were not fooled this time, you knew what the trap was and chose to proceed because it was what was right to you. You don't have much principle, you are crafty, but even you know that all are deserving of warmth. Even if that means sacrifice for you. The chains that bind you are attempts to demand your regret, but they will never receive it. you laugh as the bronze talons rip out and consume your liver. it has happened so much it's not even painful anymore, the point has been belabored. When a man, a younger version of who imprisoned you in the first place, comes to release you, you and the Eagle don't know what to do with yourselves. The Eagle has only known your organs as its meals and you have only known having them torn out. There are no kings to advise, no wars to strategize for. The mortals you loved so much have turned fire into things you can hardly recognize.

[skelingtonsderek]

Also 29!

Willowwww!!

This one is too hard!!!

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Literally have spent days agonizing on what was my favorite so here is the one I could pick out of the thousands I liked the best:

From Could Use Some:

He had a particular susceptibility to the breezy way Boyd destroyed friend and foe alike. Getting swept up and drunk on the hurricane, running around the county up to nothing that could ever be defined as good all because Boyd smiled at him with those lips and a shine in his green green eyes. At least Raylan had had the good sense to not confess any of that to Boyd then. No matter which way it would have gone, that there would have been the end of Raylan Givens entirely. You can’t be loved by a natural disaster, you can only be irrevocably changed by it. 

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Inner demon lustful temptation: part 8/Final||

Hello everyone, time for the last chapter of this small mini series sections of it. This time with the last couple but lets see what happens in this one hmm? If you wish to read the chapters are below.

~~~~Chapters~~~~~

First couple: Rex and Kali Part one(NSFW part/part two)

Second couple: Jaron and Melinda Part one((NSFW part/part two))

Third couple: Shdwkyz and Vivi/Sai and Isabella part one ((NSFW part/part two))

Forth couple: Rust and Breezy part one

((Your reading part two/NSFW Part final))

||Drabble summary||

During their hangout, Breezy noticed something was wrong only to find out Rust's inner demon has got him heated. But as she was washing up that night, she heard Rust's shout making her rush to see if he was fine. However, she saw something was wrong now being taken to the room. What will Breezy experience? What will happen now? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Rough NSFW is in this drabble

~Blood will be present

~Biting and marking will be present

~Suggestive theme is present

||Guests in Drabble||

Rust Knight along with his inner demon belongs to my amazing Rp partner @demon-blood-youths

Breezy Hurricane along with her inner demon belongs to me.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

Breezy didn't know what was wrong but something was really off when Rust pulls her to the bedroom. Even if she was still wearing nothing but a towel, the hurricane vixen was starting to worry. When getting in, he closed the door to not look at her still holding her wrist but then lets it go.

"......."

"Ummm R..Rust?" she tries to get his attention but he remains quiet to try calming down.

"Rust? Are you okay? Please..your starting to worry me. What happened?" she asked but Rust winces trying to regain control from his hungry desires of making Breezy his again.

"Rust?"

'Damn it..c..calm down, Rust. You need to calm down..' he said. "I..I'm fine, Breezy..I..I'm fine I.." He didn't look at her but she felt something was wrong.

"Rust knight, something is wrong. You....is it because of the inner demon? Did he say something to you?" she saw him tense but didn't look at her. He was trying to hard to not snap but even seeing Breezy in nothing but a towel, that was hard to ignore.

".....T..Trust me I..."

'Hehehe, fighting again? Come on Rust.....just look at her. She's right there. Ready for grabs. Claim her as your own..stop stalling.' he winces hearing the inner voice of his inner demon again.

'Damn you! Just..just get out of my thoughts already. Just cut it out..' he said but he felt another set of hands on him to see her own inner demon.

'I'm just speaking the truth. Don't you want to claim your precious hurricane again? Hear her moans again? Taste her again?'He laughed as Rust was trying to hold back.

'Rust.....' he heard her voice again but she was in front of him while speaking against his ear. 'It's fine like I said..I do wish for this too...I know I seem worried and I am. I just want to be sure your okay...I do want this..I want you...I need you. My very demon blood boils...It's hot. So please..please..' he felt the heat but he was shaking now.

Breezy didn't know what is happening right now but she did feel like two others were in the room with them. They had to be their inner demons. What were they doing to Rust? She keeps a hold on her towel and slowly walks over to him.

'So you don't have to hold back. I'm needy myself for you. So please do what you like to me. I won't fight back..I will good for you Rust. Please....' he saw Breezy's inner demon look at him. She looked flushed with her gun powder blue eyes glowing. The dark demonic energy coming off her form like a mist and yet, it hid her naked figure pretty well that he sees her lean in close almost wanting to kiss him.

'Lets sooth each other together....lets not hold back...' She did look to be like she was in heat but he was flushed to see that. He held his head again but his body reacted for him to claw the floor as Breezy was near him.

"Rust, hey man talk to me. What's wrong? What did they do?" she asked more worried about him but he said nothing panting slowly. "Rust please, I'm here if you need to tell me something. Your starting to worry me. Please I..." As she started to speak, reaching for his shoulder, suddenly he grabs her wrist to hear a gasp.

"!?" she got pinned on the floor as he was in between her legs holding her wrists down. Both her and him said nothing in silence but Breezy's face was red.

"R..Rust? What did the inner demon tell y..you? What did it do?" she asked struggling gently in his hold but he tightens the hold till she felt something hard down there. She stops to keep quiet then looks up at him. His face was hidden, panting as he felt his body burning now thanks her inner demon and his own damn inner demon.

"...Rust...h..hey, can you hear me?" she asked but he only shook.

"..A.....Anya....." She tenses with eyes widen a bit hearing her other name. Her nickname that she told him but he always finds it cute. Only the vixens and Rust knew her other side name but no one else did. He never calls her that name unless it was something important or when they were alone together. "......"

He didn't move but he moves his metal hand down one arm, having the talon nails run against her skin that she felt goosebumps forming. However, she sees them get close to the towel and started to undo it. She feels the towel get loose a little thanks to that but didn't open up yet as Breezy blinks really confused but her face was red.

"Ummm R..rust? W..what are y..." he didn't say anything but she then feels him lean in close as she was blushing worse. What happened to him? Or maybe it was due to the inner demon?

Was he able to push Rust that she sees him so close to her but felt his heated lips press down to suddenly kiss her.

Gun powder blue eyes widen slightly feeling the kiss but she only shuts her eyes fully, feeling him keeping her against the floor. The kiss was hot but she twitched feeling him slip something past her own lips while they were making out. His metal talon nails and fingers moving down her side to the waist, keeping her pressed down to hear a gasp from her.

Yeah, seems that inner demon said something before he breaks the kiss as the two panted against each other's lips. "I..I'm sorry Anya I..I need you. I need you so badly that damn inner demon of mine...h..he..." He even begins bucking up against her as Breezy turns her head to the side feeling him leaving gentle kisses on her neck. Even giving a slow lick that made her blush worse and gasp.

"R..Rust, wait mmm you know my neck i..is....s....s...sensitive..." she purrs weakly as Rust knew. He remembers while teasing her neck that she grips his hair, moaning out heavily from her neck being teased. Growing wet already while panting.

"S...so it was him..." she said but looks to Rust to shake feeling his kisses again.

"Thanks to h..him, I feel hotter than normal..damn his words but.....I just wanna make you mine over and over again so please..please help me..." He said begging almost to still grind against her even more that she feels the towel opening up a bit for him.

She didn't move feeling this but his hips just kept bucking and grinding against her hard as she was shaking from all this. Whatever the inner demon said, it got him really heated.

"Please Anya..Please..." He keeps grinding against her that he moves to even lower to her chest leaving kisses there. He was panting almost wanting to tear at his own clothing just needed her. This got Breezy panting but she keeps still feeling this.

He keeps kissing and almost biting against her neck that Breezy tenses from the sudden bite that he was lapping up the small drops of blood to pull her close so she couldn't move. However, Breezy panted to shut her eyes when he slowly feels her grinding back to make him suck against her neck hard.

"Nugghh!!!"

He didn't ease up but his lips were pressed against her skin to then hear soft panting from her. "Mmmm...b....bed.... "she whispered that he heard.

"H..Huh?" He heard her speak but he can almost see her dazed.

"B..Bed...get on the b..bed...the floor is uncomfortable..." she whispered that he stops to let it go but sits back to see her laying on the floor but he helps her up gently and gets her on the bed while Breezy was blushing worse.

Right away, he goes to kiss her neck again but he was gently touching and caressing her cheek but this leaves him more heated that he sees her turn to him again and kiss his lips deeply. He twitched from the kiss but he feels her tug on his clothes to slowly begin removing them. He had to break the kiss panting while removing his shirt but he kisses her again while Breezy begins removing his pants for him while he even grips the towel to tug at it and feels it loosen. It slowly falls off her body to the bed as he and her were making out before she breaks it panting.

"Ahhhh..hhaaaa..Anya-"

"Shhhh...It's alright R..Rust. I'll help you f..feel better.....I'm right here." she said softly before he and her kissed again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After a while, clothes were on the ground while Rust was growling and panting. He was resting against the bed while eating Breezy out slowly but he was holding her hips to make sure she couldn't get away. For her, she was sucking him off deeply while whimpering from her head moving up and down.

She was wet now thanks to him but she didn't stop pleasuring him while he groans feeling her head bucking. He pulls her hips down to push his own tongue in deeper that she twitched to pull back gasping out. Her hips slowly move against the tongue moaning softly.

"Haaaa.....ahhhhh......." she saw him throbbing wanting more but Breezy only lowers down licking against it while Rust was eating her out deeply. His fingers pressing into her skin while trying to not draw blood. Not yet. He even keeps her still as he was licking against the clit.

"!?" her eyes widen to yelp pulling up. "H..Hey, don't l..lick mffnn!!" she twitched with eyes closed feeling him sucking against it now as he feels her twitching. Her whimpers were cute and she only grew more and more heated ans wet.

"R..rust d..don...nmmmmmm.....hhaaaaa..." she felt so wet now but he even feels her shaking on top of him. He keeps on going trying to make her feel good that Rust feels her sucking him off again. Both her and him were dazed now, pleasuring one another that he was clawing her thighs and her gripping the sheets.

"Mfffmmmmm~" She lets out a weak whimper from this and yet, it leaves her already moaning softly.

She was feeling him squeezing her hips more that she was only keeps grinding against him, feeling close. She was dripping already and yet, this made Rust more heated to growl deep in his throat quickening his tongue while Breezy was quickening her own movements. Her lips were tight around him, trying to help him cum.

Her eyes open a little to look down but it made her quickly feel weaker and hotter till she feels pre-cum forming. He keeps going but he and her twitched before he pulls her hips down and her pushing her head down. She twitched feeling something hot fill her mouth while Rust feels something filling his own. They were cumming while she gulps it down. He didn't let go yet but Breezy pulls her head up with her lips closed. She gulps down what is in her mouth flushed and when she did, she gasps panting with her lips parted.

A soft moan leaves her feeling Rust still eating her out as Breezy whines. "Haaa R..rust...." she moans again while he was still spreading her open but he pulls back panting. She was shaking now, dripping for him that he feels her moving off of him that Rust only held her hips to see Breezy trying to catch her own breath.

That made him pull her close to him while leaving shoulder kisses that she twitched. He was already grinding against her from behind. He needed it so badly but Breezy feels that to move away from Rust.

"W.what's wrong?" he asked but she blushes hard to look at him. That made her kiss him again softly while he was pulled up against her form while they make out again. She breaks the kiss to hold his cheeks. She sits in his lap already feeling holding onto him that he held her hips feeling the gentle nuzzles.

"N..Nothing's wrong...just....you look really cute when your flushed." she admits that Rust blushed red hearing that but he only kisses her again.

For that moment, he keeps her on his lap as she was lifting her hips with the tip poking her down there. Biting her lip, she slowly lowers down as she shook and Rust tightening his hold. She keeps pushing her hips down before the tip slips in to make her hiss.

Rust feels her body shaking again before he feels her lower down even more to snap her hips to be on top of him. She moans softly into his ear holding on while he panted holding her tight. So good. She still was so good and wet inside.

"You okay Breezy?" he said but feels her nod, she was alright. She wanted to help him that it made her whimper to start bucking her hips up and down.

"Mffmmm...mmmmm...nnrrmmmm..." she was moving her hips feeling the slickness and tightening around him. He panted holding her by the rear, helping her move as she softly moans out. Damn, even now she's always tight that he feels her body rubbing against his own.

"Ahhhh....ahhhhh....f...feels g..good..f..feels g..mmmmm.." she twitched from the feeling but only grew more and more hotter now. It leaves her shivering when he moves to kiss her cheek then her lips again.

She whimpers from the kiss but he only grips her rear hard, feeling the body shaking in heat almost. He even lowers to still help her till he begins thrusting up into her himself, hearing a yelp.

"Ah!?" She felt him latch onto one of her breasts sucking against the nipple while thrusting hard into her. She threw her head back, moaning out while shaking in his lap. "R..rust w..wait a second n..noooooo...p..please nmmmmm!!" she feels him sucking and groaning, feeling hotter and hungry for more that he even keeps thrusting up till he needed to shift position.

As she was bucking her hips down to his upward thrusts, Rust moans when he lets her breast go. That's when he lays her down on her back this time. She panted feeling this movement but wrap both arms around his shoulders or loop around both his shoulders. He was still kissing her shoulder as he pulls back seeing her look at him.

She was a flushed pink mess and yet, she looked dazed wanting him. He only kisses her again but he moves his one hand in between them already grinding against her. She was slick but he only adjust himself to slowly push into her again as Breezy arches her back and Rust twitching from the tightening around him. He grips the pillow trying not to rip it but he sees her panting, covering her eyes with her arm.

She was tight but Rust was shaking holding her hips to lay on top of her before he pulls his hips back now thrusting deep into her. She whimpers from the feeling but feels him thrust deep that she twitched. He panted still thrusting into her deep while moaning out himself. She felt good but warm inside, panting while she was shaking. He keeps the thrusts slow but he was already holding her close while she was doing the same.

"Mfffmmm...mmmmmm....mmmmmmmm..." her toes were curled feeling each thrust but he was too good that it made her shiver. He keeps this movement for a while before he quickens his hips making Breezy grip his shoulders moaning out a bit louder into it.

"Ahhhhhhh.....w..wai...nnmmgg..." he was going faster now that he lowers down, kissing her breasts while still thrusting into her. She shook from the kisses and yet, he was groaning out wanting to feel more of her. He was panting to leave more that he even moves up to kiss her again while their making out again.

He keeps thrusting deep into her, feeling the slickness running out but she was moaning against his lips while feeling her hug him tight. She cries out feeling him thrusting deeper into her that he even hits a spot hard making her tense crying out. "Ahhh!!! W..wait, not t..there!!" she moans gripping the sheets but Rust keeps hitting that spot while she was gasping out.

"Fuck s..so good..Anya you feel so good~" he moans slamming his hips forward as he heard the clapping of skin, hearing other slick noises too. She only moans out loudly while eyes were half way open.

"Ahhhhh ahhhhhh R..Rust mmmmmm Rust m..more..g...give me more..I want more.." she begs him now bucking her hips back. He heard this and keeps going, doing as she asked while he was keeping a good hold on her while she cries out for him.

"Ahhhh mm...more...I want more..please..g..go harder.....harder!" she moans out that Rust only tightens his grip to go harder as Breezy twitched clawing his back. "Ahhhhhh!!! R..Rust! O...Oh god!!" she threw her head back and yet he was feeling dazed panting seeing her neck exposed and shoulder.

He groans loving the feeling that he suddenly snarls into her shoulder and bites her. She yelps from the bite but he drew blood to drink some from her.

"!!!!" Her face was red tightening hard around him as he was able to taste her again after a while. Her nails scathing his back drawing his own blood as she shivers shaking as he was drinking from her. He feels her shaking but also felt her cumming as well. Even if she did, he growls, still pounding away as he takes what was his.

In a while, he did different positions to now slam against her while claiming her on her knees. She was crying out already ripping the sheets as Rust took her. It felt hot but good at the same time while Rust was groaning pounding away.

"Ahhhhh ahhhhh e..easy r..r...Rust f..mmmm..Please!! Please your s..so r..rough!!" she moans feeling his metal hand squeezing her breast but he still keeps going pounding away he he was panting drooling from the heat. She was dazed herself but he keeps leaving love bites on her shoulder and neck but he didn't ease up though.

"Haaa mmmmmmm..." He keeps going but then quickens his hips feeling him snap them forward as she cries out feeling him cumming a little inside. It was hot but he kisses her lips then breaks it.

"R..Rust p..please..I..."

"It's alright..I'm not done...I'll keep giving you more till we break this bed.." he whispered still holding her that he thrusts deep into her again while kissing her. That's when he thrusts again but he wasn't done. Not yet.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The lasting moments went on through the night till everything went still. Rust and Breezy was curled up against one another but Rust was holding her while she was in his arms already feeling full but it was already coming out. He did leave marks and things on her but that proves he made his point. Even his inner demon smiled petting inner demon Breezy's head as she was against him. Well, at least he finally proved himself.

~~~~~~~~~Later~~~~~~~~~~

"Girls, really I'm fine! Don't worr-ow! Echo don't poke my neck!" Breezy was surrounded by her team but they were seeing her neck marked. They see that Breezy was okay but she got taken away by Kali who was getting her away from the curious bomber.

"Hey! I wasn't done!"

"She's fine like she says. Geez.." Kali grumbles with Melinda and Vivi sweatdropping.

"But it looks cool though! Seems Rust really is your mate after all huh Breezy?" Jinx smiled. "Though, I never understood this whole mating thing though...." she scratches the back of her head but shrugs. "OH well.."

"......" Kali, Melinda, Breezy, and Vivi sweatdrops with a dead panned expression but that was how Jinx was. Well, till she finds someone that liked her.

Meanwhile, Rust was red from what happened that he was hitting his head against the wall. Jaron was patting his back with a sweatdrop while Shdwkyz and Rex looks to him but figure he gave into his own demon too.

"Rust it's fine, at least it went quiet after right?" He heard Rex ask.

"..*Sighs* Yes, but even so...damn fucker got me all into it and I just....I don't know!" he said.

"Well, it's done now so it should be happy after but..you do also know you have to be there for Breezy since she's well....yours now." Jaron said knowing the same with him having Melinda.

"I know and I will. She means a lot to me but....I will already be owing her back for helping me. But it's fine.." he said as the four looks to their girlfriends seeing them trying to calm Breezy down as she was alright.

Well, even if this is the case, the inner demons were happy now being with their true mates. It took a while but now it was done. So it seems this story ended alright for now. But who knows what else could happen. That's the life for the fractions within NYC.

[knifedancer]

Winds of Change - The Storm (Start)

On a class trip, Marinette finds herself separated from her classmates and injured when a terrible hurricane hits. Swept away by the storm surge, she's saved by an unexpected presence: Argos. They have to seek shelter together until the weather improves. But what happens when Marinette sacrifices herself to save Felix?

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ENDING: Dark, Salt, Hope, and Bittersweet. Read one or read them all. AO3

Looking for an ending?

Dark | Salt | Hope | Bittersweet

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It was a fine June day in Hong Kong, where the Parisian akuma class had chosen to spend their end of the year trip. Marinette wandered along the store fronts, looking for the perfect souvenirs for her family while her classmates buzzed from one table to the next in the bazaar. They were just out of her reach, flitting about on the bluenette’s peripherals, barely acknowledging her existence within their group. Things had not really improved at school but at least the bullying had stopped after she had reported Kim for pushing her into a locker – which was caught on the newly installed security cameras! Ladybug’s public endorsement of the new camera system throughout Paris was very popular and had come in very handy for her civilian self. It did not stop the lies or isolating behavior, but at least things were tamer. Another change had been Adrien’s sudden interest in the young designer. Things were still new; they had not put any labels on their relationship…was it even a relationship? Whatever. They were focused on getting to know each other and spending time together. There had even been a few times in the last two months where she and the model had almost kissed! Perhaps she should finally ask him what they were…

While perusing some ceramic figurines, Marinette caught a flash of something purple from the corner of her eye and she turned her face toward the rooftops to seek it out. Her eyes narrowed as she squinted toward one particular shadowed overhang across the large square from where she was, sensing something that was not entirely visible to the naked eye but having no proof. Tikki’s pats against her leg from her satchel made her shake her head. Ladybug should not be seen in China so, unless it impacted herself directly, she was not going to panic about it. She smiled politely to the vendor and purchased the small porcelain bird, which would be a gift to her grandfather. He’d appreciate the classic lines and old-fashioned process of how it was made. Turning around, she looked around to find a classmate, only to find that she was left alone again. Marinette sighed and began walking down the direction she had last seen them, hoping to catch up with her group. She knew that this was the likely outcome when Bustier had split them into smaller groups but had hoped no one would leave her behind. Guess that was out the window!

As she walked, she had the feeling of eyes on her back. A quick glance around as she pretended to look for her friends gave her no evidence of whom might be watching. Hearing a soft chime, the bluenette pulled her phone from her jacket pocket to check her weather app. She had downloaded it specifically so she wouldn’t get caught in bad weather while overseas – unfortunately the app was in Mandarin and, although she thought it would be good practice, she was still struggling to remember all the Hanzi symbols. “Hmm, there’s a summer storm coming in. Is that the symbol for rain or wind? It has been rather breezy today…” Distracted by her phone, Marinette did not see the attack coming. One minute she was walking between buildings, the next she was being shoved roughly into an alleyway. The bluenette stumbled and slammed her side into a dumpster with a hiss as the wind was knocked out of her. She could hear her phone clatter across the pavement before making a sickening crunch. Pushing herself back onto her feet, she looked up to find Lila’s cruel smile as her foot stomped down one more time on her now shattered phone.

“What is it this time, Lila?” She asked lowly, cradling her bruised ribcage.

“I warned you, Marinette, to stay away from Adrien,” her eyes took on a wicked gleam.

“Adrien can talk to whomever he wants, he’s not someone you can control or a possession you can own!”

The Italian chuckled darkly, “That’s where you’re wrong. And I’m done giving you warnings.” That’s when Marinette realized Lila was holding a short piece of metal pipe, which she now brandished against her open palm as if testing the weight, her fingers carefully avoiding the slightly jagged end where it had been previously cut. “You know, it’s a real shame about the crime rate in other countries…” Marinette barely had time to duck under the first swing, covering her head with both arms as Lila swung the pipe against her jacket-covered ribs, followed by one to her shin that made a horrible snapping and tearing sound before it collapsed under her. Tears sprung to the bluenette’s eyes; she cried out as she curled into the side of the dumpster for protection. She felt Tikki buzzing angrily in her satchel along with a huge burst of creation magic…uh oh.

Just as Lila was about to swing again, a gust of wind strong enough to knock a person off their feet whipped through the alleyway and rain began to fall, growing steadily heavier as the sky darkened. Her attacker let off a shriek as she was drenched before running off to find cover, leaving the bluenette behind to whatever fate would befall her. Marinette sucked in a ragged breath, letting her tears wash away with the rain, as she looked down at her leg. There was a horrible gash just beyond the edge of her pink capris, but nothing appeared to be sticking out of it. Grabbing hold of the bricks in the wall, she dragged herself back onto her feet and attempted to put weight on it – causing her to muffle a whimper, something was definitely fractured but she could hobble at least. Balancing on her good foot, she fished her phone up from the ground and confirmed that the entire screen was shattered beyond use. Marinette opened her bag and met the eyes of a contrite looking kwami as she tucked her phone away.

“Was it you that made this storm kick up suddenly?”

“I’m so sorry, Marinette…I was so angry that she was hurting you and I couldn’t think of anything else to help…”

The girl smiled softly, her hair and clothes beginning to stick to her skin. “Thanks, Tikki. I think you might have overdone it though…” Marinette stumbled towards the mouth of the alley, using the wall to support herself as she moved. Once she was closer to the market square, she looked around to find the place deserted in a hurry, the winds beginning to tear up the fabric sided stalls as growing rivers of water took over the streets. “It looks like you made the summer storm into a full-on cyclone…” the secret heroine murmured in terrified amazement, shutting her satchel. How was she going to get back to the hotel? Could she even find higher ground on her own without a map? Bracing for the pain that she was likely to feel, she pushed off the wall and hobbled towards a street sign on the corner, gripping the pole tightly as she tried to get her bearings. If she could get across the street, there would be a direct route back to the thoroughfare that led to their hotel around the next corner…

‘How deep does flood water have to be to sweep a person off their feet again?’ the girl questioned, not remembering the exact number Aurore had mentioned on her weather podcast. She looked down into the rushing water in front of her, it looked to be about 10-12cm deep already – she could make that, couldn’t she? No real choice now… Biting her lip, Marinette summoned her strength and stepped down off the curb, attempting to hop with little assistance from her injured leg – she made it about halfway when her footing was knocked out from under her, the water cushioning her fall, and she was swept down the street with a scream. The young designer splashed about as she attempted to get into a rescue position, struggling to keep her head above the rushing water as she cried for help. Up ahead she could see the water pounding against the side of a white delivery van before it diverted down the street and her mind raced with panic, not knowing how she could brace to be slammed against that without losing consciousness or breaking more than one bone! Closing her eyes tight and bringing her arms up to protect her face, she prayed for any intervention that might help her, she left off a scream of utter fear…

Only to feel herself pulled from the waters and into the wind driven rain, held by a set of arms cloaked in a familiar fabric. Opening her eyes, Marinette turned to meet the magenta gaze of Argos as he leaped off the van and onto a neighboring roof. “Ar-Argos? What are you doing here?”

“It seems I’m here to fish you out of the flood waters. What the hell were you thinking?” came the angry question from the villain gone anti-hero.

“Look, I was out shopping for souvenirs for my family – I just found one for my grandfather but I haven’t found anything for my Maman… Anyways, then the storm happened very suddenly! I was trying to get back to my hotel! But my leg is injured, and the water was too fast…” she tried to defend herself.

“And how the hell were you injured? One minute you’re in the square and the next you’re missing…” Argos angrily replied. “I followed you and Adrien to China; I knew one of you would likely get into trouble. Adrien luckily has Gorilla but you, oh ho, you are a natural magnet for trouble.”

Marinette looked away; her face scrunched in pain as her voice dropped to a whisper. “…you wouldn’t believe me, if I said how…no one does…”

Argos’ forehead creased in concentration, his gaze taking on an analytical light. “What do you mean?”

“The girl that models with Adrien sometimes…Lila Rossi, she hates me and has lied since day one to get her way. I think she’s spying on your cousin for his father. She wants me to stay away from him so she can seduce him or something…” Marinette took a shuddering breath and let her eyes wander over the rain drenched rooftops, her voice breaking as she admitted the truth. “She attacked me in an alleyway, hit me with a metal pipe and left me for dead when the storm started.”

The hands holding her tightened and she could swear that, although it could not be heard over the present storm, a snarl reverberated against her side. She dared not look up to see what might be held in his eyes. “…I see. Does my cousin know?”

Marinette nodded weakly, shivering lightly as winds quickly chilled her wet clothes. “He knows she’s lying, but not about the abuse. Not sure if he knows if she is spying for his father. This is the first time in a while that anyone has become physical with me…” She looked out from the rooftop, realizing she must have been washed off course by several blocks, she couldn’t recognize a thing. Argos stumbled slightly as the winds beat down on them once more, making the raindrops feel like needles stabbing into their exposed skin.

“We’ll need to discuss this more later. For now, we need to find shelter.” The purple suited teen hopped from roof to roof, attempting to open the access hatches they came across – only to find them battened down tight. Letting the winds at their back to carry them further inland, Argos eventually brought them down to a small shack against a larger building on a slight hillside. It looked rickety and seemed to shake as the howling winds ripped through the streets but the wood around the latch was rotten enough to mean it was not as secured as the other buildings around them. With a slight splintering, Argos kicked in the shed’s door and settled her down on her good foot nearest the entryway before he dropped his transformation. Duusu was nowhere in sight, likely hidden away in a pocket just as quickly as he appeared from the brooch. Marinette watched as the proud, conniving Felix stalked through the room looking through the meager items stored here.

After all that had happened – on both sides of the mask – she couldn’t readily trust him. Adrien had been adamant that his cousin was turning over a new leaf, but she was unsure. Ladybug had little to no interaction with Felix beyond their first few…mishaps. Marinette had certainly met him once or twice while spending time with Adrien – like the ill-fated night of the Diamond Dance. Argos was an entirely different story, having become both a nuisance and an occasional protector. He wasn’t working with Monarch; however, he knew the villain’s identity and was unwilling to share it with the heroes. He was looking to obtain their Miraculous to make his own Wish – which had led to several confrontations on the battlefield. Felix himself was still a bit of an obnoxious jerk but, as Argos, he seemed to have appointed himself as Marinette’s bodyguard whenever his cousin was not present. Sometimes it was helpful, like the time she was being chased by a pack of wild pigs – gods, that akuma was ridiculous – and the peacock holder had pulled her onto nearby building with a scoff before dashing away. More often than not, it was just annoying. Whenever he showed up, he acted as if he was personally put-out by having to do so. It irked her to no end, yet Argos did just save her from the flood waters…

She took a moment to inconspicuously tap twice on the side of her satchel and nearly sobbed when she felt Tikki’s two taps in reply. ‘Thank goodness, at least she wasn’t hurt or lost in that current…’ Looking around the small space herself, she noted it housed mostly garbage – complete with a disassembled motorbike missing several key pieces, some rusted lumps that used to be hand tools, and a pile of loose recycling. The shed itself was perhaps three by three and a half meters in size, the wood panels that made up the walls and roof weathered by years of storms. The bluenette shivered as the wind blasted through the open doorway, causing the door to bang against the wall and empty aluminum cans to clatter about. Another rogue gust was so strong that Marinette stumbled sideways; she released a startled cry as she attempted to steady her footing with her injured leg. Felix turned at the noise and looked concerned for a moment before scowling down at her injury.

“There’s nothing here to bind your leg with, we may need to improvise until the storm dies down. No use trying to stand on it,” came the blond’s gruff reply.

Marinette scoffed softly, “Really? And here I thought we were about to perform a waltz in the Ritz ballroom. My injuries are not that severe. We’re more likely to develop hypothermia or die when this rickety old shack comes down on top of us.” The building let out an ominous creak as if in agreement with her statement.

Felix’s eyes narrowed and crossed the limited floor space, gesturing towards the doorway. “Would you rather be outside in that?”

“No, but we certainly could have found better shelter! Something off the ground and made of brick!”

“Well, excuse me, princess, if it isn’t to your liking!” The blond threw up his hands in defeat and turned to stalk away towards the opposite corner.

Another heavy gust smashed something heavy into the side and roof of the shed, adding a sickening SNAP! to the creaks and moans. Marinette watched in horror as, within an instant, part of the roof started to give way above Felix’s head. Time seemed to slow and her hero instincts pushed her into motion. Ignoring the searing pain in her leg and ribs, the young designer launched herself towards the blond while screaming his name. He began to turn at the sound just in time for her two palms to roughly press against his chest. Their eyes met for a single, fear filled, heart stopping second as he was pushed away from the falling debris…

‘Thank goodness,’ she thought.

Then everything went black.

~~~

If you had asked Felix yesterday if he knew true fear, he would have sneered. His youth had been filled with abuse and pain at the hands of his father, who made sure the young Fathom knew the true meaning of fear.

But he would have been wrong.

For nothing had ever made him feel such pure, unadulterated terror as hearing Marinette scream his name with a tone filled with desperate dread in that shed. Her small, calloused hands shoving him from danger mere seconds from impact. Her bluebell eyes wide with fear and relief. Watching with growing horror as a large piece of debris crashed into the back of her girl’s skull with a gut-wrenching crack! Her eyes rolling back in her head as her limp body fell; being covered by debris and drenched with the unforgiving rain that came between the jagged timbers of the roof.

Felix’s back slammed into the wall, knocking the air from his lungs. “Mari-nette…” he wheezed, gasping for breath before his vocal cords finally let out a broken cry, “MARINETTE!”

Panic rising like bile in his throat, he rushed over and pushed the rubble away, digging the girl he promised his cousin to protect free. Carefully he pulled her away from the remaining pile and looked her over, finding a large and bloodied gash on the back of her skull. Felix could not stop his eyes from following the trail of bright red spots back towards the heap of timbers and roof tiles, from seeking the blood covered support beam that was meant for him. Swallowing thickly, he pulled his eyes away and back towards the bluenette. She was unresponsive, pale, and barely breathing but alive!

‘Not for long, if you don’t do something, idiot!’ he chastised himself mentally. The blond’s eyes flickered over the room again, now desperate for anything he could use to staunch the bleeding as he began to rip his shirt sleeve and press it firmly against Marinette’s head wound. Felix watched as the fabric turned red but the flow down her neck eventually slowed. ‘There has to be something else…’ His eyes fell upon her purse and he reached for it with his free hand. Opening it, he began to pull trinkets free as he desperately searched for anything – a scarf, a sanitary pad, gauze – that he could use for first aid…only to find the one thing he never expected.

A red kwami with black spots. Like a ladybug. Just as Duusu had described.

The little red goddess rose from her hiding place and solemnly took sentry over the unconscious girl, floating at his eye level. He froze as he stared at the creature, his mind whirling as it connected the logical dots and stripped back the Miraculous magic that – until this point – concealed her identity.

Marinette had a kwami.

Not just any kwami, the Ladybug kwami of Creation.

Marinette was Ladybug.

Wait… Ladybug was the Miraculous Guardian.

Oh gods, that meant Marinette was the Guardian.

Her multitude of identities collided in his mind, every memory coalescing into a single portrait of the bluenette before him. The pieces fell into place too easily, it made too much sense. Of course, she was Ladybug! He knew of no one more selfless or heroic – nor frustrating – than Marinette. But she had saved him – saved the person she knew had betrayed her and treated her so poorly, who had attacked her and made battles difficult... Knowing he could find out her identity and run back to Monarch. Or take her Miraculous for his own designs, for his own Wish. Hell, he could take the Miraculous right now!

Felix felt Tikki’s patient stare as he fingered the plain black earrings still secured to Marinette’s earlobes. It would be so easy; he could easily see his goal within reach. Ladybug was his enemy, but Marinette was… She was Adrien’s current fascination – possibly girlfriend – wasn’t she? He plucked a large splinter from her hair, careful not to agitate the bloody spot on the crown of her head. “Why did you save me? I don’t deserve to be saved…for what I’ve done…for the pain I’ve caused…” Tears burned at the corners of his eyes as he traced her delicate features with his fingertips. “I’m a horrible person, Marinette. I’m broken inside, I don’t deserve your kindness.”

“My Bug would sacrifice herself to save anyone in trouble, it’s why she kept the Ladybug mantle even when she doubted herself…” Tikki calmly supplied.

“What do you mean ‘doubted herself’?” Felix demanded of the red kwami. That description did not fit either of the girl’s identities in his mind as he knew her.

Clumsy, flaky, nervous as a civilian.

Righteous, confident, commanding as the Parisian heroine.

And, if his cousin was right about her design prowess, the embodiment of creation in both.

“She was so young when she was given my Miraculous, just thirteen. There was no training, she and Chat were simply thrown into the fight without warning, and our prior guardian was far too old... She made a mistake during Stoneheart and tried to give up the earrings,” Tikki paused as she looked at her injured chosen as she recalled that day. “But her friend, Alya, was in danger of being crushed. Marinette took immediate action and never stopped. Even when her friends abandoned her, even when she was bullied or belittled or betrayed,” the tiny god glared at the blond and he flinched.

“She never gave up saving people. Even those that didn’t ‘deserve saving’ – because everyone deserves to be saved,” the red kwami stated with finality.

Felix felt a new wellspring of guilt at his actions, but the little goddess was not done. “Hawkmoth even tried to akumatize her…” A stabbing pain, like an icy knife, went up his spine at the thought. Marinette, even without being Ladybug, would be a terrifying akuma! “She fought him off by sheer strength of will. But my little Bug has been so alone. Shouldering the world by herself. Losing allies and the Miraculous…because of you, Felix.”

The blond could no longer look into the eyes of the red kwami, too pained by his guilt and overwhelming sadness. He turned his gaze down to the face of the unconscious girl in his lap. ‘What have I done? If I had known she was you… would I have done the things I did? Would I have made my deal with Hawkmoth or stood beside you?’ Felix blinked back a few tears and gently shifted Marinette in his arms, making sure to keep the pressure applied to her head wound. ‘I can’t take back what I did but…’

“Young Master, what will you do now?” Duusu asked from his vest pocket.

“Duusu, transform me,” simply ordered the blond with a determined look in his eye. With a bright flash of light, he was transformed into Argos. He surveyed the room with a calculating eye. “Tikki, would you bring me that empty can over there?” The little goddess stared, seeming to assess his motives. Seeing her hesitancy, he softly added, “Please.”

Tikki nodded in acknowledgement before complying. The peacock user pulled a feather from his fan and infused it into the can, building a mini shelter amok that would comfortably fit the two teens in a more fortified corner of the building they were in. Argos gently lifted the immobile girl bridal style, carefully cradling her injured head against his neck, before settling them both onto the floor of his amok structure. With a gesture, the door closed behind them to keep out the wind and rain. He wrapped his cape around them both, knowing his transformation would only hold out for so long but hoping the added material might help keep Marinette a little warmer.

Eventually he heard the beeping of his Miraculous and glanced at the lapel pin on his chest. One of the five red gems darkened. Four minutes left, he needed to figure out a plan. Argos knew from experience that his amok would remain so long as he did not break it or release the feather. Not that he had anything on him to recharge… ‘May as well not exhaust Duusu,’ he thought with a frown.

With a deep breath, he released his transformation and watched as the two kwami settled onto the bluenette’s chest to monitor her shallow breaths. He gently brushed his fingers over her brow and cheek. “Marinette. Please wake up. We have so many things left to fight about, you still need to find a perfect gift for your mother, and I…I have so many things to say to you. So many things to apologize for.” Tears came to his eyes once more as he looked upon her still form that laid limply against him, pulling her a little tighter into his arms as his whole body shook from suppressed sobs. “I’ve been such a fool! Please, I’ll do anything if you just wake up!”

The two kwami watched Felix brokenly cry in silence, Tikki knowing her powers would help the girl recover but unsure how long that might take. Humans being unconscious with a concussion was not a good sign and, if the injuries Marinette sustained were worse than they appeared, her powers could not reverse the damage like with an akuma. Duusu watched her holder, knowing this was the moment that would decide his future fate. Would he turn over a new leaf and finally help reunite the Miraculous? Or would this twist him into a worse tyrant than Monarch?

Felix removed his vest and what remained of his dress shirt. He draped the vest wider over his back, then wrapped the shirt around Marinette’s torso before huddling over her body to share what warmth he could. Outside the storm raged, drowning out the intermittent sounds of the boy's quiet sniffles and whispered words of encouragement to the injured girl.

~~~~~~~

How does it end? YOU CHOOSE. YOU DECIDE. READ ONE, READ THEM ALL.

Dark | Salt | Hope | Bittersweet

[sproutwme22]

Tuesday, August 27, 2024

Today was a lovely day! It’s so nice, sunny, and breezy ^ - ^ I’m just trying my best to recover from the trip. I’m also trying really hard to not just lay in bed all day. I feel like laying in bed all day just makes my fibro even worse, so I decided to start on a little project.

I am making a cute little pond for my room and I am in the process of growing some little grass looking plants for it. I started to become interested in medakas recently so I’ve been slowly making them a cute little environment for them. I was going to start it before the trip but I didn’t want my parents to take care of my other fish, my dog, and more fish while I was gone so I decided to wait.

There’s another storm/hurricane on its way and I’m just trying my best to prepare for it. I used to love the rain before my fibro and now I have to make sure my body is ready to take the humidity, cold, and breezy conditions. I never imagined being this delicate in my late 20s but here I am, just trying to survive.

Today’s rating: 8/10

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

What is loving him like?

A constant battle. One that is already lost. But can't help and fight more. It is the drizzle on a breezy day the one that feels like home, it is the downpour on a freezing night the one that takes away homes. It is the gust of wind that brings memories with itself, of the people who are there and of the ones who are a distant past, it is a hurricane that messes all that I intricately placed on my table. It is the sunshine that seeps through the clouds providing life to a dying flower, it is the sun that dries up another. It closes wounds, and pierces another. It heals my soul and sickens my heart.

Loving him is rolling my eyes thinking about him and his stupid detours, it is is also tripping on my own clothes thinking about that one day when I felt loved by him. It is cussing in the rain while getting late for work, it is singing in the shower on a weekend. It is a warm blanket which leaves me freezing when taken away. It is the chocolate I eat when I cry watching my favourite movie and it is the hurt that I feel when my favourite character dies.

It is a forbidden fruit that fell on my lap. How can I resist it when it calls my name more softly than death? It is the moon that shines through my darkness and it is the clouds that takes my light away. It twinkles like a star in the night of my life yet it fades away when I try to catch a glimpse. It is always just out of my reach. Almost in my grip but never really in my fist. Almost in my fate but not written in my destiny. Almost is my life but not a part of it exactly.

It kills me and it keeps me from dying. It makes me smile but nothing has else has ever made me cry so much either. It makes me feel alive yet at days I feel like dying. It builds me and it destroys my very being. It is the epitome of kindness but is the cruelty that can't be matched. It pulls me up from the water yet it was the one that pushed me down.

I hate him. I love him and I hate that I love him. Because loving him will save me and would be the one to bring my doom too. Loving him is my Achilles heel. Loving him is the flaw in my plan. Loving him is the fault in my wings that are dommed not to hold.

…. Imma… imma just go cry for a bit if that’s okay with you 😭

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Some Weather-related Vocabulary

for your next poem/story

Barometer - an instrument for determining the pressure of the atmosphere and hence for assisting in forecasting weather and for determining altitude

Blizzard - a long severe snowstorm; an intensely strong cold wind filled with fine snow

Breezy - swept by breezes (i.e., a light gentle wind)

Chilly - noticeably cold; chilling

Clear - cloudless

Cloudy - overcast with clouds

Cold front - an advancing edge of a cold air mass

Flurry - a gust of wind; a brief light snowfall

Fog - vapor condensed to fine particles of water suspended in the lower atmosphere that differs from cloud only in being near the ground

Forecast - to calculate or predict (some future event or condition) usually as a result of study and analysis of available pertinent data; especially: to predict (weather conditions) on the basis of correlated meteorological

Global warming - an increase in the earth's atmospheric and oceanic temperatures widely predicted to occur due to an increase in the greenhouse effect resulting especially from pollution

Gust - a sudden brief rush of wind

Hail - precipitation in the form of small balls or lumps usually consisting of concentric layers of clear ice and compact snow

Hazy - made dim or cloudy by or as if by fine dust, smoke, or light vapor in the air; obscured by or as if by haze

Heat - to become warm or hot

High-pressure - having or involving a high or comparatively high pressure especially greatly exceeding that of the atmosphere; having a high barometric pressure

Humid - containing or characterized by perceptible moisture especially to the point of being oppressive

Humidity - a moderate degree of wetness especially of the atmosphere

Hurricane - a tropical cyclone with winds of 74 miles (119 kilometers) per hour or greater that is usually accompanied by rain, thunder, and lightning, and that sometimes moves into temperate latitudes

Lightning - the flashing of light produced by a discharge of atmospheric electricity

Muggy - being warm, damp, and close

Overcast - clouded over

Pollution - the action of polluting, especially: the action of making an environment unsuitable or unsafe for use by introducing man-made waste

Pour - to rain hard

Precipitation - something precipitated, such as a deposit on the earth of hail, mist, rain, sleet, or snow

Rain - water falling in drops condensed from vapor in the atmosphere

Shower - a fall of rain of short duration

Smog - a fog made heavier and darker by smoke and chemical fumes

If any of these words make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or send me a link. I would love to read them!

Sources: 1 2 ⚜ More: Word Lists ⚜ Air/Wind ⚜ Temperature

[e77y]

The post-hurricane weather is so nice aiyueghegh… Breezy and cool enough to wear long sleeves? I need to live outside all week. Please