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lightlycareless · 8 months ago

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How do you think make up sex with Naoya would be? 🫣🤭

Heya anon 😏

Well, I hope this will offer some insight.... (more at the end)

warnings: smut. MINORS DNI. breeding kink I believe. Naoya would give you everything in the whole universe just to make you happy.

Make up sex with Naoya normally occurs after he teased the living hell out of you, and you got really annoyed by it. And of course, the way for him to fix that is to proceed by teasing you even more…

But let’s make it a bit more serious, let’s say Naoya acted stupidly, said something he shouldn’t have and instead of apologizing, made it worse. Probably prodded at an insecurity of yours.

Or more specifically, didn’t defend you from his imprudent family.

“You know I don’t like it when your family says that!” you’d gasp once the two are alone, eyes silently telling him you wished to speak. “Why didn’t you do anything?”

“What was I supposed to do? You know how they are—it’s better to just stop wasting your energy and ignore them.”

“I don’t think ignoring them is doing any good anymore! By doing nothing it’s like we’re telling them there’s no consequences to their actions!” you snap back.

“I’m not going to spend my efforts on fighting a useless battle! There’s nothing I can say or do to make them change their mind! If you want to do that, go ahead!”

“So what? You’re just going to leave me alone, then?”

“Don’t say things I didn’t say.” He frowns. “You know damn well I wouldn’t do that.”

“Then you should at least try to do something… or am I not worthy of that either?”

“Where did that even come from?? Do you even know what you’re saying?!” Naoya scowls.

“… I don’t want to talk anymore.” You say, quickly turning around and retreating, faster than Naoya could attempt to hold you back.

Though honestly, he lets you go, for he too is bothered by the way this conversation went on, a seemingly silly issue that shouldn’t have gotten that much attention to begin with (before his eyes, at least) moving on to focus on his other duties instead, thinking that in time you’ll come around.

You have to, since you were well aware that his family had always been like that: with their annoying, unwanted commentary. It’s not like you ignored that, nor accepted it when marrying him!

But though you knew what you were getting into, he was greatly miscalculating your willingness to tolerate it, for everyone had limits, especially for someone who grew up in a completely different environment to him.

Just as it did today.

Yet, what Naoya believed to be the problem, it turned out to simply the tip of the iceberg when it came to your feelings, the issue being much bigger, deeper, always, than what was seen at a simple glance—and that much he’d understand when the day went on and you were nowhere to be found, besides your shared bedroom.

Naoya was elated to see you on the bed, fearing that he wouldn’t given your prolonged absence, yet, as much as he wished to convince himself everything was fine, it wasn’t.

He wasn’t to simply lay down next to you and act like nothing ever happened. Move past this issue without speaking about it, or without feeling wrong about it.

Guilty, in other words.

So, your husband does his best to close that gap between the two, let you know how sorry he was…

If not by his words, then by his actions.

“Y/N.” Naoya would murmur. You know it’s serious when he doesn’t call you by any of the millions of pet names he has for you, but still, as much as he wished to portray assertiveness, you do not acknowledge him immediately. “I’m sorry, you know that right?”

“No. I don’t.” you snap quickly, and Naoya, who now laid down on the bed, proceeds to embrace you—only for you to try and move away, failing in the process. “Naoya—”

“What? I’m just getting more comfortable.” He adds nonchalantly, resting his chin in the crook of your neck in the same manner. Hands just below your waist, he pulls your hips towards his, keeping you close and steady even when trying your best to fight against him. “This is my bed too, you know?”

You frown, letting out a small grunt in return before eventually accepting your unwanted fate.

After a few seconds of quiet and realizing you were not to do anything else, Naoya acts next by moving his hands further down your body, fingers taking in the softness of your nightgown (incomparable to your skin, he notes) before stopping just by your thighs, fingers quickly clinging to the edge of the fabric and lifting it up, just enough so his hand could gain access to your underwear, and soon enough, your mound.

“Naoya!’ you cry, tensing when feeling the touch of his fingers hovering over your slit, before pushing past it and deep into your slick, warm walls. “Stop—”

“I’m just checking how she’s faring.” Naoya adds, rubbing his clothed member against the cleft of your ass, giving you a tease of what is yet to come. “He wants to know too, hm?”

You always hated the ridiculous way he had when referring that; it was childish, stupid, and above all embarrassing…

But most of all, you also hated how hot it got you, the lewd connotation making your walls tighten for the slightest of seconds, a gesture that did went by unnoticed from Naoya given how he chuckled, further sliding down your panties, enough so he’d be able to do the same with his pants and move his cock in between your thighs, right next to your slit—he smiles the fact that, even when upset, your body will never deny it’s true feelings for him.

“D—Don’t move…!” you whine when he starts to do so, the heat of his member rubbing against your slit, alongside the girth and the hardness itself makes you instinctively tighten your thighs, pressuring his cock in a way that makes his movements falter for a second before continuing, exactly the opposite of what you asked. “You shouldn’t—”

“But we’re the ones having problems, my mochi.” He murmurs against your ear, you could feel him smiling, clearly enjoying teasing you. “Our issues shouldn’t come in between them.”

“Stop saying that!” You gasp at the particularly harsh trust that gives you a jolt of pleasure, instinctively leaning back onto him as you struggle to reject his advances or succumb to them. “It’s—It’s weird!”

“Yet, the truth.” Naoya adds, his hands sliding their way up to your breasts and comfortably resting them there, occasionally kneading and pinching them in the way he knew you loved, though you’d always whine otherwise, further igniting your guilty pleasure. “They never like it when we get angry, princess… me neither; so why must we hurt them?”

“Naoya—I’m going to—you should—” you grith your teeth, trying your best to hold back the orgasm building up in your cunt. “I don’t want—to—"

“I know—I can feel it.” He smiles, pressing a kiss against your cheek before giving you another sharp trust and making you shriek. “See? They feel so good together, and when they’re apart they always miss each other so terribly… so why put them through that painful endeavor, when we can always be like this?”

At the feeling of his and your orgasm fast approaching, the heir quickens his pace, the air soon filled with the lewd noises of his body slamming against yours, followed by his breathy grunts and your whines that solely demonstrated how deep both were getting into their carnal enjoyment.

“Or feel like this every night? All day too, if you want.”

It wouldn’t take long after that, just a few more thrusts and squeezes before he finally cums, cock twitching as it spurts his seed into your soft, warm thighs, engulfed soon after by the slick of your cunt, a sensation that has you instinctively clamping even more around his member and Naoya moaning louder while resting his face deep into your neck.

He keeps you so until your release eventually dissipates, alongside your breath slowing down, and soon enough, silence.

Naoya hoped that by his gestures he was granted the opportunity of an apology, the reflection of his true feelings and the understanding of how much you truly meant to him—and perhaps on a deeper, selfish level, a repeat of this endeavor, hopefully from your desire as well.

But far from obtaining the simplest indication of the former, he gets a soft, almost undetectable sniffle instead, which to his anxious, attentive ears was nothing but loud, making him tense up and immediately rush to your aid.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Did you—did you not like it?” or worse. “Did I hurt you?”

Not necessarily, at least not at this moment.

Having spent the past few hours ruminating on your last discussion with him, you get back to your room tired, still battling through the turmoil of whether to continue being angry with him or simply move past this issue and accept that indeed, you knew what his family was like.

But sensitive from this battle, his actions would provide you the last piece needed to achieve an answer, reminded of how much you truly loved him, enjoyed spending time with him, day and night, anytime whenever possible—and how hurtful it would be to not be with him anymore.

Especially for issues caused by others, ones that perhaps maybe wasn’t even yours to struggle with, yet still affected this relationship.

Now you agree that this was a situation that shouldn’t have grown as much as it did; you shouldn’t have avoided him for the rest of the day, and Naoya shouldn’t have acted as dismissively as he did.

Both should’ve instead communicated, expressed the things that bothered the two from this problem and worked on a solution from there.

But if there was a silver lining to make out of this moment, is the realization that even when anger clouds their judgement, they still looked for one another, for love prevailed far more than any obstacles life might send their way.

“I never wanted to be angry at you!” you sob, now allowing your tears to freely fall down your cheeks, the same as your emotions. “And for something so stupid too! You were right, I know what your family is like, and yet, I still allow it to bother me and take it out on you too! Like you’re responsible for their actions! I’m so sorry for all I did—It’s all my fault—”

“No, Y/N, I’m the one that should be sorry.” Naoya murmurs, hugging you tighter against him. Your cries will always feel like a stab against his heart, no matter how many times he hears them. “I should’ve been more sensitive with my approach, especially with something I know only hurts you.”

“…Not all of your family hurts me.” You sniffle, reaching for his hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

“But enough of it does.” He answers, squeezing your hand. “I promised to keep you safe and happy, and yet the place that is supposed to do that only brings you harm.”

“It was never issue for me to do so.” You confess. “I wanted to do this so you can continue your duties as heir, and eventually, leader. But sometimes… It’s just too much.”

“If that is the reason of your suffering, I can do that somewhere else. I can make it possible—I’d rather die than to see you like this.”

“Don’t say that.” You frown, he chuckles. “But… will you do that for me? Would you really do something that will anger your family… just for me?”

Wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last.

“The only thing I fear is that I might need time to arrange something different.” Naoya adds. “But for a long time, my family has only been you—it might take a while before I can get a house where it’ll only be us, but I’m determined nonetheless, if… you’re willing to wait for me.”

You slowly turn around to see him, a smile on your face as you gently hold his face. “I waited years to marry you, surely I can wait a bit more.”

Naoya’s heart tightens at your words, motivating him to turn you over completely so he could get a better look at you, before leaning down to take your lips into a soft kiss.

“Though I will not make you wait any longer to show how much I love you.” Naoya reassures, taking your lips into another kiss and marking the mere beginning of his promise to cherish you through thick and thin, which his heart always knew he was meant for since seeing you for the first time all those years ago.

“Naoya—don’t—don’t do it so quickly.” You gasp, tightly holding onto the blankets beneath you as he heatedly slams his hips against you from behind, pushing his cock as deep and deeper as possible, bruising your cervix each time and making you shriek in response. “It’s—It’s too much—!”

“It’s only my love for you, princess.” He groans, completely hypnotized by the way your ass jiggles whenever slamming into you; so tempting, Naoya naturally needs to raise his hand and strike it, leaving behind for you to always remember in the subsequent days who is the only one that can make you feel this way.

Whom you belong to.

“But if you don’t want it, I can simply—”

“No!” You gasp, leaning back onto him the moment he begins to slide out from you, a reacting that has him laughing, amused by your debauchery. “Don’t you dare leave!”

A reward is only expected with a wife so dutiful…

“Can you feel that? —Can you feel my cock deep inside you?”

You whine, agreeing with his words as you continue to move against him, the mere thought of being empty is enough to fill you with unparalleled eagerness, which you did not hesitate to show.

“Nnghh, Naoya—you’re so—you’re so big—!” you gasp, and your words alongside your lovely whines, make him grow even harder. “Ah, it’s—it’s getting bigger—how?!”

“Because you keep squeezing me like that.” He growls against your ear, taking your breasts into his hand and kneading them tightly, you cry. “That’s what you do to me, my wife—your lewd cunt is squeezing me so tightly, it’s like you don’t want to let go.”

“I don’t want to….!” You whine. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop—I’m going to die if you do!"

“Keep saying that, whore—keep telling me what you deserve.”

“My pussy—my pussy deserves your hard, hot cock!” you breathe.

“It's like falling in love with you all over again.” he murmurs.

“I love you, Naoya.” You gasp, mind hazy from the pleasure yet keeping you conscious enough to keep seeking him. “I love you so, so much… I never want to be away from you!”

“You won’t.” He darkly promises, having long made up his mind on how exactly he plans to do that. “I won’t let you—!”

Naoya’s hips begin to move faster and faster, each time his cock prodding onto your sensitive spot that he knows will have you undone in a matter of seconds, just around the same time he comes to the conclusion that will ultimately make his promise real.

“I’m going to get you pregnant.” He darkly declares, gritting his teeth as he pushes his cock deeper as he utters those words. “I’m going to fill you with my seed until you have a baby—and even then, I’ll keep filling you until all you could think is when you’ll get pregnant again.”

“Nao—Naoyaaa…!” you moan at his promise, his words washing over you with another layer of pleasure you never considered possible, although the thought has crossed your mind before, bothered you enough late at night, wondering about the arduous attempts the two would have to commit to make it happen…

“I can’t wait to see your breasts full of milk—I bet it’ll taste just as sweet as your cunt.”

“Don’t—Don’t say that!” you shriek, feeling impossibly lewder at his connotation and tightening even more your walls, making his breath hitch.

“But it’s true.” He groans, moving his hand down to your clit and beginning to rub it eagerly once feeling your orgasm just a few instances away, frantically desiring to be engulfed by the choking sensation his cock deserves after it’s diligent work. “All that comes from you is unbearably sweet…”

“I’m—I’m going to—I’m going to cum!”

“Do it. Do it now!” Your husband hisses. “Cum, Y/N!”

A few thrusts later, you do, followed by a quick gasp and a long groan, the knot in your stomach snapping undone and making your vision go white, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you moan, falling limp onto the bed while Naoya’s seed fills you to the brim, the burning promise to make you pregnant reiterated by his lips taking yours into a heated kiss…

“Can you—Can you feel that?” he murmurs, cock twitching as it spurts the last ropes of his cum. “It’s my love for you. And now, our baby…”

“Naoya…” you whine, squeezing your walls ever so slightly when feeling him twitch; he groans. “I want it—I want your babies…”

“Take it—take all of it—” he smiles, looking down to your cunt. “Looks like she also wants that—can you see how eager she is to milk me?”

You glance downwards, eyes hazy by pleasure but still capable enough to see what he meant, unwilling to deny his words… before gasping when realizing the gravity of what transpired next.

“Naoya! It’s spilling! Don’t let it spill!”

“If you think we’re done, you’re gravelly mistaken.” He smirks, fingers quickly cleaning up his seed and pushing deep into your cunt, where it belongs, before adjusting you into the next position. “I’ll give you as much as you want, my love, whatever is necessary to make you a mommy.”

You moan when he begins to move again, feeling impossibly fuller the deeper his cock went, an endeavor that would go on and on until you were unequivocally reassured of his feelings for you, his immeasurably desire…

As well as the first semblance of a future together, hopefully soon, as a family.

“I love you.” You breathe once he finally unsheathes himself from you, many hours later from the beginning, as you laid beside him and rested your head over his chest.

“I love you too.” Naoya responds, wrapping his arm over your shoulders and holding you tight, his head resting over yours while his hand made way to your full stomach. “And our baby.”

“It’s still too soon, love.” You say, gently reaching for his hand, smiling. “But hopefully it’ll take…”

“Guess we’ll have to do it a few more times, just to be sure.” He chuckles, you pout.

“I don’t think I can fit any more, I feel so full already…” His cock invertedly twitches at the thought of proving you wrong, which you don’t fail to catch immediately after. “Naoya? We’ve just—it’s 3 in the morning!”

“Then why did you say something like that?” he asks, already adjusting you into position yet again. “If you wanted to rest, then perhaps you should control your words.”

“I didn’t even say anything!” you gasp, cunt twitching when he rubs the head of his cock against your slit. “Naoya— I don’t think—I don’t think I can take anymore! What’s gotten into you? Aren’t you tired?!"

But for a man like Naoya, that was impossible.

To ask him to be tired of his beautiful wife, the same one that has endlessly doted on him, shown him a world of color where previously all he’s seen was darkness, as well as demonstrated the future the two could create, by simply setting their minds into it, was like asking him to stop breathing.

He just couldn’t, because doing so would kill him.

And all for one particular reason:

“I’m not, Y/N.”

“H—how?!”

“Because I simply love you too much.”

This could really go down like a:

Naoya: My wife is angry... what can I do? Oh, I know! *gets her pregnant*

I mean you do want to have a family with him!! but not like that hahaha.

Anyways, I've had this thought for a while but guess it finally came out with this small drabble: The Zen'in estate is not a good place to have a family lmao. I keep writing our favorite couple there but lets be real, Naoya wouldn't want her there.

Naomi is out of the question too! I literally just thought about how neither you or Naoya would allow her to have sleepovers at the estate because the Zen'in are just a bunch of pricks.

I like to think that he'll either have a whole area secluded for his family, or just live somewhere else. Maybe when he's leader tho he'll change a lot of things.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this small thing!! Naoya and his domineering ways will always come to bite you in the butt some way or another much to your dismay, but it'll also be the reason you remember why you love him so much 🥺

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #prompt series: jujutsu kaisen

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vigilskeep · 5 months ago

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Do you have any kind of analysis of Cassandra's character? I find how you talk about her so interesting and different from how the rest of the fandom refers to her

i wouldn’t say i know her very well; i’ve never yet done her personal quest and i don’t bring her out a lot. here are... some notes? displayed messily

cassandra is first and foremost a violent person. when she doesn’t know how to solve a problem, she leads with violence; her interrogation of varric, her reaction when he brought hawke to skyhold, threatening to execute solas simply for failing to produce results with his tests on the anchor when the herald was first found. chancellor roderick says this outright—and you are a thug, but a thug who supposedly serves the chantry—but her use for divinia justinia was as a blunt tool, not capable of subtlety or diplomacy. unlike other members of the inquisition, she is not very capable of exerting power in other ways than violence, and she has spent her entire life expecting to hold power in any situation

cassandra could have been the inquisitor. she’s pretty much the obvious choice. she has to be actively dodging that to go on a wild goose chase to find the hero of ferelden and then the champion, and then still to evade it further and hand it over to the herald, who she may not even approve of. at haven, she at least appears at the war table. at skyhold, she doesn’t, having further and further removed herself from the role. if she does get along with your inquisitor, it suggests faith in your choices, following your lead. but it has a kind of different unique effect if she doesn’t rlly get along with your inquisitor, where it really feels like she’s been pushed out or allowed herself to be pushed out of the movement she started. either way her movement to be divine feels related to not having taken that lead position before

she gets very caught up in her own perspective on a situation. i think often of when she laughs at the herald and says “is that what you see?” when they ask if this isn’t still part of the chantry, which is what literally anyone normal would see. or her infamous comment to lavellan about whether or not there’s room among their gods for one more, completely missing that this would be a bizarre thing for them to ask of her. or describing varric’s andrastianism as “deep down, his heart is virtuous” to a non-andrastian inquisitor. etc, etc. it doesn’t occur to her to censor herself or consider how her words come across to other people who don’t have the same beliefs she does. she probably has mostly only been exposed to people who don’t have the same beliefs she does as idk antagonists and opposition, as the “criminals” she has to interrogate

she overthinks the consequences of her actions, the weight of history bearing down, in a way that suggests a kind of preoccupation with the assumption that her actions and life will be written of. nobody who reads as many of varric tethras’ books as she does isn’t kind of into that, despite her complaints. when a character constantly self-criticises but you only get approval from saying “no you’re totally good and cool and did the best you could!!!” and disapproval and sudden defensiveness from saying “yeah that was a bad move i’m glad you’re thinking about it”, i think i can come to some pretty safe conclusions about what that character really thinks and what they want to hear

her comments about “change” in her vision for the chantry are confusing at best, considering that she distinguishes herself from leliana almost exclusively by saying that leliana would change too much. her point is largely to restore things as they were, but all the things she’s restoring will, you know, somehow be better now. with very little discussion of how that could actually be achieved, as far as i can tell. even if i did agree with her end goal, i don’t think she would instil confidence

i don’t dislike cassandra i think she’s quite interesting but i don’t find her either admirable or sufficiently entertaining in order to want her approval or to hang out with her really so she does get a little left to the wayside in my attempted playthroughs personally

#arthur spends more time with her but thats because hes got something wrong in the head (affectionate)

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teyums · 2 years ago

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Twin Flames pt. 2

pairing: Ao’nung -> Neteyam x fem!metkayina reader

contains: angst with underlying fluff, melancholy ending. ao’nung and reader are 19, neteyam is 20

a/n: here is the well awaited part 2! i pretty much wrapped it up with the ending. my apologies to the ao’nung girlies if i break your heart with this 😅 i hope y’all enjoy wc: 3,219

Twin Flames. A love so fierce among two souls it’d be impractical to think you could come out unscathed. And while you and Ao’nung were written in the stars— stars burn out and fate can be revised.

Love hurts, that’s the truth of it all. You sign away the rights to your heart when you blindly take that plunge into a realm of whirlwinded emotions, because the reward is always worth the risk.

Ao’nung could sit here and say moments blurred into days, days into weeks, and so on. But the statement would be a bold faced lie, a lie he would much rather have been living over what he was experiencing now, because absolutely nothing blurred together. It was all painfully, crystal clear.

Each day he endures your absence from his life stretches the full, dreaded twenty four hours. Every grueling hour, every painstaking minute, every enervating second leaves him mercilessly aware of just how badly he’s screwed things up with you.

And he stalks around the village like an idiot, misplaced and hopeless, looking in every nook and cranny you might have tucked yourself away in to no avail. It’s like you’ve completely disappeared into thin air. Either that, or you’re really good at avoiding him.

He’d seen you in glimpses, evanescent moments where he’s left thinking he must have imagined your face, because in the blink of an eye, you’re gone. Just as quickly as you come, you go, like the shells the sea leaves upon the shoreline, only to steal them back into the taunting waters that laugh at your failed attempt to rush and grab them before they’re lured back into the deep.

He recognizes now, just how extensive the consequences of his actions are. It’s when he stalks back to his Mauri, a slight stagger in his stride due to the longevity of the day’s training. His father took no interest in going easy on him, probably due to how distracted he seemed the entirety of the lesson.

The centers of targets went untouched by the point of his spear because it fell short every time he plunged it through the air. Hot sand enveloped the discarded tool in a blanket of gold when he chucked it down out of frustration and he’s so fucking tired of this.

In the midst of his exhaustion, his mind plays a cruel trick on him. Makes him think that he’s trudging all the way home to meet your bright smile and warm embrace, until reality hits him like a relentless, angered wave of accountability and almost has his knees buckling. Of course you’re not there, how foolish of him to think you’d forget about what he did and throw yourself right back into the crossfire of his confliction.

It’s pathetic. How he lays in his bed at night, alone, defeated, kept up with the never ceasing memory of how hard he made you cry that day. How he swore he could feel the shards of what once was the shell of your being scrape his skin as it slipped through his fingers and into nothingness before him. He desperately tried to hold onto them, tried to put your pieces back together, but you wouldn’t even let him do that. You scooped up the broken remnants of your heart and took them with you. Couldn’t you have let him keep just one?

He stares across his moonlit room at the shelf on his wall. Particularly at the disheveled accessory that sits atop it, mocking him in the way it’s gone unworn. Slightly misshapen from how tightly your hand had clenched around it, your indignation molded into the crumpled fabric. The gift haunts him, reminds him of the day he wishes he could take back but he can’t bring himself to get rid of it. It’s all he has left of you and your scent still lingers on the leather, though It’s fading, slowly.

He wonders how you’re doing, how you’re handling the whispers that float through the air of you being the latest victim of his immaturity. How he aches to comfort you, to tell you that you were so much more to him than another thoughtless mistake, more than a cheap rendezvous. It angers him, rocks his core with something fierce the way people talk about what happened like it’s their latest gossip. But who is he to blame but himself?

Any other time, or any other girl, rather, he would have been laughing right alongside the talebearers. Shrugging in a disgustingly nonchalant manner and blaming whatever poor soul he’d wronged for her own heartbreak because she knew what she was getting into when she got with him.

It’s why it hurts so bad. Because even while you managed to uproot a gentle side to him no one else had before, somehow he still found a way to hurt you, and even worse than the others at that.

How did he fuck up this badly?

_____

A month has passed and he wishes he would have lost count by now. Everyday without you is excruciating. He had no idea he could miss someone to this extent and it’s why he’s sat by himself on the shore, watching the waves crash against the waiting rocks, elbows resting upon his perched knees with his forearms hung limp between them. And like usual, his ears perk up at the sound of your name in a conversation that has nothing to do with him.

“So, Y/n, huh?” A voice chuckles.

He’s instantly on alert, all because your name rolls from a male’s tongue a little too freely. His spine straightens and his throat clears as he wills his body to remain calm at the simple mention of you.

“Yeah, man. I haven’t seen them together in a while, not sure what happened but I’m pretty sure it’s over. My rites are next week, and I’ll definitely pass. I’m thinking of asking her for her hand.”

Ao’nung nearly recoils and he’s up on his feet in seconds. The thought of you with someone else has his mind in a frenzy. Everything is a blur, the shouting of those around to witness is muted when his fist comes in contact with the poor na’vi’s nose and he’s hissing down at him in a fit of unrefined rage as if he even has the right.

“She’s spoken for.”

_____

Though his failed attempts proved to be fruitless— Ao’nung was somehow still confident enough, or maybe deep enough in denial to believe that eventually, you’d come around. That in due time, the memories of his mistake would trickle from your mind and you’d fall into him again.

But then, the tide changes.

Strange na’vi come swooping in on unfamiliar looking animals, drawing up a crowd of alarmed villagers with their arrival. Men shield their mates from the potential threat, and mothers scoop their children up off their feet and into protective arms while weapons are quickly gathered in preparation.

The screeches of the large birds split through the air and ring uncomfortably in Ao’nung’s ears, but still, he starts towards the direction of the disruption. The dark blue na’vi land on the wet sand of the shores, slender bodies lacking of weapons and hands outstretched to propose vulnerability, ensuring that they come in peace.

There’s six of them. The father, he assumes, the mother, a small girl who’s quickly gathered by her mother’s curt demand, a strange looking female who nervously cowers into her shawl behind them, and two boys.

Their tails are odd, lithe and silly in the way they swish back and forth with uncertainty. A tuft of hair decorates the ends and Ao’nung’s face crinkles in disapproval, but for some reason, you’re intrigued.

It’s the first time he’s really seen you in weeks. All of you, no longer hidden by your desire to avoid him. And somehow, you’re even more beautiful than when he’d last seen you, eyes beady, sparkling and round with interest and he prays you’ll look in his direction, but you don’t. You stand with the rest of the crowd, hands folded behind your back while you eye the strange looking newcomers and Eywa he just wants to hold you again. It’s hard to focus on the invasion of foreigners to his land, because all he can think about is you.

The younger one has already expressed interest and introduced himself to Tsireya with an upwards nod of his head, and she’s a giggling mess beside you, so Ao’nung assumes it must be the eldest brother you’re watching so intently. The armor he wears resembles his father’s, but there’s an obvious difference between their status as he quietly stands behind the man negotiating. Toruk Makto, he comes to find out, or what he calls himself—Jakesully.

Ao’nung isn’t even listening to the conversation his father is having right beside him, because you laugh and his ear turns in its direction, then his head follows. That sweet, sweet laugh. It should’ve melted his heart, like it always did, but instead it makes it freeze over and sends a chill prickling up his spine, because you’re not looking at him.

You couldn’t help your curiosity.

Contrary to Tsireya’s advice, you’d reached out and touched the fluff of the eldest brother’s tail, because everything about him was so different from you and you had a hard time believing he was real. His markings resembled stripes, yours waves. His hair neatly plaited, yours loose. He’s very, very composed, hands politely clasped together in front of him, head raised confidently but not arrogantly and you don’t know why, but you like that. His physique is lean, carved and sculpted to reveal tight muscles that of a warrior. He’s taller than Ao’nung, and much taller than you.

It made you giggle, how his tail seemed to be the most animated part of his dignified, soldier-like disposition, because it hurriedly curled around his small waist with a mind of its own and away from your gentle finger the moment you made contact. The Metkayina boy felt his stomach curdle and bubble with jealousy at your genuine infatuation with this stranger.

The eldest’s braids sway over his shoulders with the movement of his head whipping around, wooden beads clacking against each other while his intense, aureate eyes attempt to locate the culprit of the intrusion. They miss you completely and glance right over your head, but when his chin meets his chest to return his attention to the Olo’eyktans’ conversation, that’s when they find you, and take time to trail down your form. And they keep you, and don’t let you go for a long, spark-filled moment, your big blue eyes peering up into his amber ones that twinkle with newfound interest. You’re shorter than the girls he’s used to, your body plump and soft in the areas Omaticayan women are slender. The boy’s never seen someone quite like you before, that’s clear in the way his brow bone raises.

You looked apprehensive for a beat, smile faltering due to the searing, unintentionally intimidating gaze this man has on you while he examines your person, and Ao’nung’s foot moves to approach, ready to protect his long lost love from this bizarre na’vi— this intruder.

But then, the boy’s hardened mask crumbles, bioluminescent freckles emit a soft glow against dark blue, and he smiles at you, more than willing to look past your curiosity. Your cheeks flush amaranth when you return his grin, the same way they would when you used to look into his eyes.

It was in that moment, Ao’nung felt his heart split into four, as it’d already been severed in half long before this.

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You make him feel welcome. Neteyam, that is. He occupies the early hours of your day, meets you at your Mauri every morning with a basket of your favorite fruits as a thank you for helping train him and his siblings, because he’s just not satisfied with being anything less than perfect. And it’s like you’ve completely forgotten about your past in the way you beam and pull him along the netted path by his hand, effervescent in the way you bounce along, insistent and thrilled to show him all the parts of your home— his new home.

And he trails behind you with the goofiest smile, because Neteyam would follow you anywhere. He made this known to you from the start and that was something you craved—the solidity of it all. Assurance. The security in something real.

He’s sweet to you, Ao’nung knows he is, because after just a month of these forest freaks living in the village, he notices unfamiliar trinkets begin to adorn your stature.

You now keep a few long braids in your hair, one on either side of your face, and two in the back, you’ve never done that before. You always claimed you liked your hair loose like the waves of the sea you loved so— untamed like the light of your spirit. But your undeniable pull to the man of the forest has you compromising.

There’s a stack of unfamiliar beads looped on the ends of each of them, and surely they’re not made with a material collected from the reef. They’re wooden and polished, embellished with painted markings he doesn’t recognize. You’ve never worn those before.

Ao’nung waits for this fling to pass. But then, the second month goes by, and then another, until he realizes that you’ve moved on. Of course you have. Why shouldn’t you? It’s not like you hadn’t found him cozied up with another girl, cooing the same promises he’d kissed onto your skin into the ear of another, as if he hadn’t been telling you for nights on end that he wanted to make you his mate. What a beautiful lie, and if only you’d known it was the truth.

You like Neteyam, because he’s gentle. He’s kind, and thoughtful, and cares for others more than he cares for himself. He makes you feel seen, and safe. Valued. You make him feel heard, and appreciated. Relaxed. Things the both of you have apparently lacked the majority of your young lives.

It’s easy with him, because you never have to worry about his eyes lingering elsewhere or his attention wandering. He’s so smitten with you and you’re so enamored with him, and it’s all so consuming that you don’t know what else to do other than rave about it from the cliff tops to prevent your heart from bursting with the premature promise of forever and scaring him off, little do you know he wants it more than you do.

Neteyam makes you feel whole, and gorgeous in all aspects of your being, not just beautiful because of what he sees on the outside. He’s in love with your soul, in a way you never thought a man could be, but only because you’d never been told.

You’re his only one, and in every breath he takes he makes sure this is known. He boasts about you to his parents and siblings and the friends he’s managed to make in the village whenever he gets the chance. And with slender fingers, he’s much more skilled at Ao’nung at this jewelry making thing, because damn near every week there’s a shiny new prospect of Neteyam’s love and appreciation strung around your neck in pretty beads and shells that have you squealing and jumping into his waiting arms as if he’s proposed.

It’s something you’d always told Ao’nung you wanted, a token of his appreciation in the form of something you could hold, something you could keep close to your heart for years to come. Something he never got around to doing because he insisted to himself that it’d push him off the deep end and into the tumultuous waters of loving you, unknown to the fact that he needed no one to help him do that but himself.

You feel like a princess everyday because Neteyam tells you that you are one. And he doesn’t just tell you, he treats you as such, too.

Sun kissed jewels from the high depths only a skilled climber can reach dress your wrist, like they were made for you. They match your eyes and you wear them like it’s your second skin because you almost cried when he gave them to you, paired with a confession of his love and Ao’nung wishes he’d thought of it first.

It makes him sick. All he hears around the grapevine is how you’ve never looked this happy. How you have an unmistakable glow to you, a pep in your step due to the golden boy who’s somehow won the hearts of the people in Awa’atlu in his short time here, just as he had done with his own people back home.

How a weightlessness clings to your answers when your friends ask how you and the forest boy are getting along, because it’s nothing less than a dream come true.

It’s a stupid question, the answer is so painfully obvious that it has Ao’nung wanting to rip his hair out.

Neteyam looks at you like you’ve hung the stars in his sky, like the sun rises in your irises though he knows the blazing star is much too hot to be the color blue. He holds onto you in public, proudly, without shame or fear that others might see, because he’s just so blessed to call you his.

He’d even passed his rites to cement that, the first out of his siblings to do so, and it’s no surprise that he chose one of the most extensive designs for his tattoo. You were right there, holding his hand as he sat through the entire session with no breaks, all to prove to you how strong of a warrior he was. Though the black ink etched along the side of his hip that stretches all the way down to his ankle is more than enough proof of that. And as if to rub seasalt into the wound, he’d even tamed Tsurak (Skimwing) on his first try, because he excels in everything he does, yet the man shows you off as if you’re his biggest accomplishment.

Because you are, and you should be. Ao’nung just hates that it isn’t him in his spot.

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He shouldn’t have asked.

But you and Tsireya are close friends and he just wanted his mind to shut up with the endless scenarios it creates on loop when he’s trying to sleep at night. He just wanted to know if it was as serious as it looked, and his foolish heart really hoped it wasn’t. So every time Tsireya returned home from the daily training sessions with you and the other Sully’s, he was the first to meet her at the entrance, prying her for more information on you and the one who’d taken his place.

“Tell me,” He demands of his younger sister. It’s a look she’s never seen in his eyes before— desperation. “Does she love him?” He breathes, grasping on to the last bit of hope he has left.

She sighs, plucking her bicep from his soft hold with a gentle shake of her head. “Ask her yourself, Ao’nung. This is no longer my place, I will not get in the middle of your messes.”

“I can’t ask her, ‘Reya, you know that.” He pleads with her, “She won’t even look at me anymore. Please, just tell me.”

Her eyes meet his, looking between them and he can feel the disappointment radiating off her demeanor because she knows what he’s done. She knows you and Neteyam have plans to make your bond official, and she knows it’s far too late for her brother to fix things.

“Do you want her to be happy?”

Ao’nung hesitates at the question, but nods nonetheless. His answer is complicated, there’s layers to it. He wants you back, because he wants you to be happy, and you were always happy when you were with him. At least, you used to be, so maybe things could go back to the way they were if he tried hard enough.

But all hope dwindles like a candle snuffed with wet fingers when he hears the truth he’s been avoiding.

“Then let her go.”

part one

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whoblewboobear · 9 months ago

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I was kinda dreading the “Brennan railroading or being a bad DM” posts bc I had a feeling they were coming. At the end of the day, If the table is having fun literally who cares.

This is a table full of comedians that can and will commit so hard to the bit that it becomes an entire 2 hours where nothing gets accomplished. With this being a show, you can’t do that.

For everything with Fig/Emily she’s a phenomenal player that will go above and beyond, she thinks outside of the box and she’s the player I aspire to be BUT that’s also a DMs nightmare sometimes because you have to decide what you do and don’t take seriously. Like.. I genuinely think if Emily could’ve avoided picking exactly what she wanted Fig to multi class in, she absolutely would’ve for as long as possible because that’s exactly what fig /would/ do. But because there’s a narrative to tell, Brennan has to do some reigning in. There’s probably a ton of behind the scenes conversations from DM to player to decide what direction their characters should go in.

The stakes are high for the party especially when Fig and Kristen potentially failing could lead to the entire group becoming pass/fail. Fig not committing to a class could’ve fucked a lot up and sent the entire season in a completely different direction. Which, in a home game wouldn’t be too detrimental if you’re doing theater of the mind but yall, they have sets and different plot threads and beats the HAVE TO be hit.

Do I hate that on paper fig is a barbarian now purely because it was a call that Porter made to spite Fig & Gorgug? YES. But if Fig had the choice to keep doing fuck all, it would’ve been bad for everyone in game especially when downtime and stress tokens are in the mix. Having Emily roll with a high chance of failing with like.. 4 different academic tracks would be just as scary if not more than it already is with Zac’s rolls for Gorgug. Some thing has to give and if it makes at least one person’s life easier then I think it was the right call to get that MCAT signed. She fully had the chance to have the bard teacher sign and didn’t. That’s a consequence of actions

#not all his calls are gonna be fun especially if you’re a huge fig/emily fan (me 🤧💖) but sometimes they’re necessary #also Is2g if you read this and get angry this post isn’t for you #blah blah reading comprehension and all that #d20 fhjy #d20 fantasy high #dimension 20 #fhjy #Brennan is objectively a stellar DM

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realnightmares-fanfictionstories · 23 days ago

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Codename Kids Next Door Operation Squadron The consequence of the peace treaty

Chapter two: Failed missions and failed attempts part one.

The rest of the knd cadets continued their training to become the best of the best as each cadet was judged by their performance and the learning team kept watch. Inside the training Officer Numbuh 201 and 0.77 took their focus toward the cadets who were still training down-blow blow such as Ruby Red, Nova, and a few others right beside them. Completing their training before giving the next orders by the treating team. Side the office up above Rachel continued yelling at Fanny for calling her EX ex-boyfriend at 10 pm who she had a falling out with over the last 7 years before the failed overdrive mission with sector F. Fanny. Rachel screamed angrily at her feeling hurt.

You're telling me that this is the ex-boyfriend that you contacted at 10 pm, after I specifically told you last night, not to phone him! Why? Have you lost your mind? “Yes, alright you told me that, but I told you many times Rachel that I've missed him and never wanted to break up with him in the first place replied Fanny. “besides we both know that he’s gonna fall in love with me all over again within a couple of weeks replied Fanny who continued to watch her love Antonio training. Antonio had completed his training along with the rest of the kid cadets. Numbuh 0.77 facepalm after learning about what Numbuh 86 had done last night by calling her ex-boyfriend knowing this wasn't going to end well. “Let me get this straight You telling me you called this kid at 10 pm after Rachel instructed you not to but disobeyed her orders anyway so you ended up doing it just to say you missed him watch led to an argument Dennis said turning away from the window to face fanny. He's your ex-boyfriend 86 y’all are not together anymore I might not understand the full situation between you both but why phone at night? And second, if y’all are not together anymore after what had transpired why are you acting this way is it because of what happened, or is there more that you’re not telling us he questioned Fanny crossing his arms and waiting for a reply.

Once Numbuh 0.77 finished asking Numbuh 86 his two questions about the real reason why she phoned her ex-boyfriend Antonio at ten at night when she and Antonio aren’t a couple anymore and her actions. Numbuh 86 was taken back from Dennis’s two questions about her relationship with Antonio and the reason why she disobeyed Rachel’s orders. Fanny knew that Dennis was indeed correct about Antonio being her ex-boyfriend after being broken up for seven years straight, but deep down Fanny felt guilty that following behind his sister's watch got him grounded for a whole month at his grandparent's house.

“That doesn't matter Dennis I'm not over him and just because we're not together anymore doesn’t mean Antonio and I are completely over each other just yet beside within a couple of days tops he’ll come to his senses and realize am the only girl he needs in his’s life said Fanny now looking at Dennis. As if that gonna last long said Dennis as he whispered to himself. By the time that happens Antonio, we’ll end up flirting with Rachel since she took her leave the moment tearing had finished. And more importantly, I have a bad feeling that she and Fanny are gonna start arguing over him when she starts to check up on things he said. Whatever you say 86 anyway seems like the tearing team finished wrapping things up for today. Let’s head down there to meet our new teammates So we can head back to the treehouse before it gets busy around here. “Besides Rachel has all already left the room the moment treating had ended and started to get everybody situated and we should probably be doing the same thing replied Dennis as he was walking out of the room and heading down there.

Yeah, we probably should wait a minute Rachel had already left the room to meet with the team and She’s already talking to my men! Said Fanny while she followed behind him along with 201. When did that happen she asked. While Fanny and Dennis along with Numbuh 201 were making their way towers the bottom. As the three made their way down below Rachel had already made her way through half of the groups of knd members that passed including the ones who didn’t pass. Once Rachel dealt with those who passed she ordered the treating team to deal with the failed group of kids as She finally approached Antonio who was waiting for instructions.

“Hello cadet you must be Numbuh 95 known as Antonio Matos correct she asked. I’m the supreme leader of moon base Numbuh 362 here to congratulate you on a job well done on passing your training she added. “That's correct. “so when do I meet the rest of the team, Antonio asked. Before Rachel could answer his question about when he could meet the rest of the team she spotted Dennis and Fanny had made their way towards her and Antonio's direction by passing the treating team who were still dealing with the failed members. “Seriously Rachel why did you take off and have to meet Antonio before I did? said Fanny who was looking at Rachel. “It's my job Fanny Rachel replied. I'm the Supreme Leader. Anyway, I have to take care of the rest of the group of kids I'll see ya around next said, Rachel who continued to get everybody situated as she made her way to the next group of kids.

As Rachel dealt with the next group of kids Numbuh 201 decided to take his leave with the treating team who finished up with the other group of kids who failed training. “ Alright seems like y’all have everything under control from here since Rachel has her hands full at the moment said Numbuh 201. From those who passed today’s tearing, it looks like the treating team is getting the failed group of kids boarded into the vehicles meaning that’s my Q to hurry up before I get left behind myself. “ yeah you should probably hurry up before moon base get extremely busy said Numbuh 0.77 turning his forces towers 201. Besides I have a bad feeling that I might caught in the max out their relationship problems within seconds he replied to 201. Numbuh 201 raised an eyebrow at Dennies comment wondering what he might do by getting into the mix with relationship problems. It didn’t take Long for 201 to realize what he meant as he faced Towers Fanny and Antonio” 's direction watching them both talk to each other. “ ooh now I understand what you mean, didn’t Rachel speak about this matter when things got out of hand months before sector F”s decommission watch lead to years on end Numbuh 201 asked Dennis. As much as I don’t wanna talk about it nether what to get involved in their issues it is bad enough for me since I’m gonna get dragged into it, but to fully answer your question yes Rachel did speak about the matter once I asked her if she was alright from learning the truth while dealing with sector F at the same time he replied to Numbuh 201. Numbuh 201 nodded in agreement with Dennis since he gonna get dragged into Fanny and Antonio’s problems. He turns his attention back to Dennis from looking over at them before hearing one of the vehicle horns beep at him letting him know it was time to leave moon base. Yikes, you gonna have your hands tied in a bunch once this blows over depending on how long it takes, but anyway good luck with your new teammates that my Q to leave he said making his way to the towers vehicle bus. Once on board the bus vehicle the drivers took off Towers Earth to drop off each kids back at home.

Dennis nodded as he watched Numbuh 201 and the drives take off to earth and drop off the kids who didn’t pass. After watching them leave He made his way towers Antonio's direction and said “Hello, you must be Numbuh 95 the Spies and Combat Specialist. “I’ve watched the performance of the training program along with three other people alongside me and you’re the best one out of all of them, good work. Said Numbuh 0.77 who was facing Antonio. “thank you sir when do I get to meet with the others? Antonio asked him. “Oh, you already had met one of them. Reply Dennis. “Who? Antonio Question Dennis. Numbuh 0.77 pointed to Numbuh 86 who rushed right beside Antonio’s said with a small on her face once she saw he ex boyfriend. Her he replied. No, are you serious?!’ Antonio yelled. Hi, baby, looks like we're going to be on the same team and spend time together as one. Says fanny. “Shut up you torture. ‘sir, can I please be transferred to a different team? She's nothing but trouble for me. Sir, you can't sweet-talk the hot blond and transfer me to her team or something. Said Antonio who was getting very annoyed by Fanny.

Dennies sighed at Antonio’s comment about his request of getting transferred to a different team Wouldn’t be the easiest thing to process knowing that it would take months on end to approve that request. “Unfortunately Fanny’s a part of this team since sector F and our old teammates have been decommissioning and removed from the Knd system by the orders from the supreme leader herself due to a feud broke out and much more. Whatever issues you have with Fanny whether she’s trouble for you or not is none of my business. Second I’ve made a promise to my old comrades before they went to the teen ninjas that I would protect her from anything that would affect her mentally and physically from issues that involved manipulation and so on and if you're talking about Numbuh 362, unfortunately, the Supreme Leader can't do anything about it neither grant that request. Dennis replies to Antonio's question.

Alright, so am I officially part of the team sir.?’ Dennis looks at Antonio knowing that he won't be here for much longer since he’ll be one person short instead of three. Dennis walked past Antonio as Fanny continued to torment him “Well, see the reply to Dennis who answered his Question. Nova and Ruby had spotted Numbuh 0.77 walk over with Fanny and Antonio following behind him as they finished talking with the other Knd members before they took off. “Hey guys I'm Ruby and this is my boyfriend Nova Where apart sector PR said Ruby to Dennis. We were told by the supreme leader of the moon base that you’re the leader of the team correct? Ruby asks him. “Hello, you must be the last two of my teammates Numbuh’s 69 and 0.69 replies Dennis. “That's correct sir Ruby replied. “welcome to sector PR, I'm Numbuh 0.77 Former leader of sector F and yes I am the leader of the team said, Dennis.

‘Hello sir ‘ Ruby and I are glad to be part of this team just one quick question he said. Who are they nova asked Dennis as he pointed at them. “Glad you asked Nova Dennis replied. “This is Antonio Matos Numbuh 95, the person who's currently annoying Antonio right about now is Fanny Numbuh 86 the Supreme Leader's assistant she’ll be tagging along during our mission replies Dennis who started walking the airship as he noticed the moon base was getting busier by the minute. “Alright as must I wanna stay here we should be heading out, moon base is starting to get busier with the members the more we stay here, and that means you fanny said, Dennis. “

“torture, who said anything about torture baby? We ain’t together no more I’m single besides the hot blond hotter than you torture he said to Fanny with a straight look on his face. Don’t worry nobody is going to have you except for me said Fanny who was making googly eyes at Antonio. “Understand this you and I are never going to happen. That's a double navigate I can talk to whoever that is not the name fanny so bother someone else replies Antonio. As Ruby, Nova, and Dennis made their way inside the airship that took him and Fanny to the moon base both of them were surprised at how the airship smiled from the outside vs how big it is from the inside of the airship. Woah this looks awesome said Nova with excitement in his voice as he continued looking around the ship that sector F had built before they got decommissioned from the system.

Nova noticed the upgraded technology from both angles from the ship itself including the chairs and much more. If I may how long did it take for y’all to build this airship? You mention that you were the former leader of sector F earlier so what gives Nova a question Dennis about the former sector F Airship? It was quite complicated this Airship itself along with the upgraded technology wasn’t as easy nether simple to maintain since fanny and I haven’t been together for seven years straight while dealing with sector F’s outcome on whether or not it should remain a sector or be deleted from the system and start fresh. But to fully answer your question about how long this took to build well let's just say it took a very long time to decide without causing major arguments and fights, But that’s for another time at a later date Dennis replies to Nova. Woah would’ve thought an airship would look ten times better than the bus vehicles that most of us took coming straight to the moon base for orientation Nova said to Dennis while he was getting the airship started. “ I Guess you make a good point since the designs and layouts matter the most but speaking of a more important matter are those two lovebirds done with your conversation we don't have time to waste said Ruby who noticed that Antonio and Fanny hadn’t gotten on board yet in the airship. Dennis turned around to realize both Antonio and Fanny weren’t inside the ship and he sighed. “ this is gonna become a major problem says Dennis getting up from the driver's side and walking towards the ship door to spot Antonio and Fanny still missing around. “ are you two lovebirds done with you’re conversation yet or what cause last time I checked it was time for us leave since orientation had ended so what’s the hold up? Dennis questions Antonio and Fanny.

“We're not lovebirds she's completely loko and I would rather date someone worth my time reply, Antonio. “ rather date someone worth your time? Listen here Playboy get your butt on this airship along with your ex-girlfriend Before I drag you myself reply to Ruby with an angry tone in her voice. First of all, I don't who you're talking about being a playboy, and second I'm not getting on that ship with her he replies facing the other from the other. Without warning, Ruby walked out of the airship to grab Antonio by the right ear out of frustration while Dennis followed behind her as Dennis picked up Fanny on his shoulder. Ow ow, what the heck that's my ear!?! Reply Antonio is in pain from getting his ear pulled.

.That’s my ear woah, maybe if you listened instead of being hardheaded we wouldn’t be in this situation! You picked the worst possible moment for it! Right after our leader gave the order to leave, you decided to play difficult! Ruby said while guiding him to the airship. As Ruby and Dennis brought Antonio and Fanny inside the airship Rachel took notice of the commotion from sector PR while dealing with important matters” Let me guess he refuses to be on the same plane with her after what had transpired between them Both Rachel questioned Dennis as he was carrying fanny in his arms. Yup replied Dennis. Should’ve known honestly she’s gonna end up learning the hardware soon enough, anyway just to let you know the clean-up crowd took care go the three empty bedrooms along with the belongings that were left behind Rachel said as Dennis and the others walked passed her to the airship. Also, inspection week is almost apron you all within a couple of months I’ve gone ahead and sent emails to each sector letting them know in a week advance since we are behind schedule more details on that later on but for right now keep a look out Rachel said to Dennis .plus don’t forget that I’ll be stopping by later on in the evening to check up on things in person tomorrow. Sounds good enough See tomorrow Rachel said, to Dennis as they were getting ready to take off to the treehouse inside the airship.

  A few hours later after dealing with Antonio and Fanny” 's nonsense back at Moon Base Antonio refused to board the airship with Fanny and would rather team up with a different sector that doesn’t include Fanny Once Ruby and Dennis had handled the situation during the ride from Moon Base. Sector RP finally arrived at the Treehouse airship landing area.

“Jeez, why do you have to pull my ear after I said I'm not riding with Fanny she's torture and trouble, she and I don't mix said Antonio who was rubbing his right ear as he walked out of the airship right being ruby who was still upset. “Because our leader Numbuh 0.77 told us that were leaving the moon base after nearly half the the kinds who were there got sent back home already but you on the other hand completed the ride back to earth about riding in the same airship with Fanny who’s she’s nothing but loko, torture and nothing but trouble. ‘Second, you brought up that torture upon yourself buddy so good luck getting out of it. And don’t bother asking any of us for help either Ruby replied exiting the airship as Antonio rolled his eyes as the others were getting off the ship.

“Ruby’s right you brought that torture upon yourself and you're paying for it second when I told you that you had already met one of them meaning fanny and said she's nothing but trouble and torture, what was the real reason behind it? Says Dennis waiting for Antonio's reply.

“I told you before that she's nothing but trouble and torture that's why I can't trust her and never will and I didn't bring this upon myself either says, Antonio, replying to Dennis’s Question. “Yes, you did Dennis chimed in. It wouldn't have happened if you stayed in your lane so congratulations you played yourself said Nova who was walking out of the ship while laughing at Antonio.

“That's correct replied Dennis who was laughing. It’s a shame that he’s gonna learn the hard way soon or later since he doesn’t know how to take the hint due to the situation Antonio is in right now. How long is it gonna take for him to realize it Ruby replied. I give him at least a good three to four months tops at best Nova betted in. What about you sir how long do you think he’s gonna last nova questioned him waiting for his reply. Dennis thought about Nova’s question bout how long Antonio was gonna last since it’s only been their first day after getting required into the kid's next-door system by passing orientation back at the moon base. But Dennis knows that Antonio would’ve lasted a full week on the team since it’s getting closer without the rest of the team even knowing. He looked over his shoulder at Nova and replied by saying “ I give it five days and within a few months that’s when the realization Truly begins Dennis comments to Nova. Umm hello, you guys do understand that I can hear y’all talking about me right? Said Antonio raising an eyebrow as he walked with them. And What’s that supposed? You gonna give it five days and within a few months the realization truly begins Antonio questions Dennis. Duh, it's not rocket science playboy especially when you have an ex-girlfriend drooling all over you like a celebrity, the watch is not gonna last long either way, and why would you wanna know that answer if it doesn’t include you or any of us for that matter? Because he’s the one who brought it so that’s why I’m asking him duh replied Antonio. Well, Maybe Dennis is referring to somebody else outside his friend group or something who knows said Ruby as Dennis looked forward from looking over his shoulder.

Dennis and his new teammates made their way towers the upper levels of the sector PR treehouse They followed behind him while walking through the door entrance off the main lounge of the treehouse. Welcome to Sector PR Treehouse your new home and base of operations mission from the moon base get signed directly to us if necessary otherwise we get summoned straight to the moon base for group missions and starting tomorrow morning all three of y’all will be a single different missions since we're gonna have a busy day tomorrow but in the meantime, I think it would be a good idea for me to show the three of y'all your new bedrooms that my old teammates once had used while they were still around following me said, Dennis who was leading Antonio, Ruby, and Nova to their new bedrooms that they will be staying and sleeping at.

Sir, I have a question about our new rooms if you don't mind me asking said, Ruby. I don't mind you asking me, but what's your Question, Ruby? Said, Dennis, waiting for Ruby to ask her a Question. Ruby thought about the question she wanted to ask Dennis since it was their first official day on the team. She wanted to get more information about the rooms “My question is I wanna learn more about the new bedrooms that belong to us since your Former teammates don’t own them anymore besides you and Fanny. Are given the option to design owe room to our liking if so were the others given the same option back then before Sector F got decommissioned asked Ruby who waited for Dennis’s reply. ‘

Dennis carefully listened to Ruby's question about their new rooms that his Former Sector F teammates once used before getting decommissioned on the moon base and wondered if the other were given the same option. He took a deep breath before releasing it to replay “ Yes, the three of y’all are given the option to design your new bedrooms but back then before the decommissioning team decommissioned all three of them it’s a complicated situation with so many unanswered questions that I didn’t even bother asking replied Dennis as they stopped at the first bedroom which was Antonio’s.

“Alright enough about that anyway Antonio welcome to your new bedroom said Dennies as he opened the bedroom door. Whoah, this looks ten times better the my original room Mine is my annoying sister who comes bargain in unannounced he replied as he entered the empty bedroom. I don’t feel bad for Tool who used to own this amount of space! Said Antonio with a grin on his face. Glad you like it Antonio said Dennis. This bedroom alone used to belong to William judging from the size itself Dennis said to Antonio. I am rather curious myself said Fanny chiming in. What was the actual reason behind the whole bedroom situation? I’ve tried asking several times whenever it was brought up by the others Fanny said as she paused for a minute to say, I wasn’t given a proper response since the aftermath. Asking Rachel wouldn’t help solve the issues since she’s always buying doing and stuff. Wouldn’t be surprised if anyone outside of the knd had more information about the matter. So what gives Fanny a question Dennis waiting for his reply.

Dennis was taking back what Fanny had mentioned about the whole bedroom situation. He had enough about it, about their history. It had been seven years before the overdrive mission and that particular one wasn’t something he would like to remember. So many things went wrong back then! Multiply issues, backlashed, and a whimsical take on manipulations. So much that even Rachel couldn’t process all the information and now you asking me? You are barely around Fanny hints why the other didn’t give you a proper response and because Rachel kept this information from you he replied. Wait what! Fanny yelled as the other was taken back from her outburst. The only reason why the others didn’t give me a proper response was because I was barely around and Rachel kept this information from me! Dennis, I am your girl I mean teammate how could you and Rachel keep this from me she said.

Rachel always seemed to be two steps ahead in the game, especially when it comes to your ruthless nature towards others when you don't get your way or when you're called certain names," replied Dennis. "More importantly, I was trying to keep you away from the others as much as I could. Wait a minute what was that last part that I heard said Antonio chiming in the conversation after heading what Fanny just said leaning towards Fanny and Dennis. Could’ve sworn I overheard Fanny mentioning something to a certain someone that doesn’t include me but the both of them. The other looked at Antonio with puzzled looks on their faces wounding what he was talking about. What are you talking about Antonio? Said Ruby. All she said was how could Dennis and Rachel keep information from her after explaining why what’s the big deal Weren’t you paying any attention to the conversation or were you simply lost in dreamland about your ex-girlfriend getting too attached Rudy questioned Antonio.

“ getting to attach towers who me? Nope, think again she’ll be getting attached towers someone else meaning Dennies within a matter of time watch it gonna happen y’all see soon enough he replied. Huh? I'm so confused right now, you’re telling us throughout this whole conversion over this bedroom drama you found the time to bring that up? Moron Dennis and Fanny aren’t together nether a couple this isn’t a time or a place for that comment Ruby comments. And you should be the last person who should bring up their relationship at a time like this since you can’t deal with your ex-girlfriend at the moment. Umm says who? Said Antonio. Because I can deal with my problems she can’t Now care to repeat what you just said so they can’t hear it again.

Ruby, Nova, Fanny, and Dennis continued to look at Antonio with puzzled expressions on their faces, still wondering what he was talking about. Dennis carefully observed Fanny out of the corner of his eye and noticed that she was wearing the exact necklace he had given her for her birthday two years before. His former teammate had told him to watch over her, and this discovery took Dennis by surprise. He wondered how long she had been wearing the necklace while dating Antonio, and why she had stayed in a toxic relationship with him for seven years, especially if she had been wearing the necklace around the time she met Antonio. Dennis thought the only way to get answers was through Rachel since she knew Fanny better than anyone else.

Dennis continued collecting his thoughts before snapping back into reality again he noticed Fanny wasn’t paying attention as she was confused and shocked by the information she had learned about the bedroom situation. She looked back at Dennis after realizing what she said earlier about him being his girl when Rachel Questioned her about her relationship with Dennis, She couldn’t decide if Dennis liked her back while she was with Antonio. Yeah, Fanny had a major crush on Dennis but at what cost she wondered to herself that she might have regretted her action. She made the first replay by saying “Yeah I’m asking because I thought you threw us away Dennie this whole drama dang to the point where a fight broke out Fanny said with a worried look on her face. When Rachel called the treehouse I thought William's request had been accepted and you weren’t gonna be around anymore. Fanny, I’m sorry that I made you worry over the past seven years Denies replied looking back at Fanny now feeling guilty. This drama should’ve been dealt with the moment it started I promise to make up for lost time but please understand that I did this to keep you safe Dennis replied. You better said Fanny with a grin on her face.

After their small talk, Dennis and Fanny finally agreed that would make up for the last seven years that missed spending together like they used to before the drama started. “Alright Ruby and Nova your rooms will be located on the left and right-hand side said, Dennis. ‘Looks like we're going to be next-door neighbors after all baby said Fanny who was making googly eyes at Antonio. Antonio turned to face Fanny like she was crazy. “Next-door neighbors who said anything about being next-door neighbors, ‘I never wanted to be with your crazy self in the first place and left alone date you so you can forget about that. With all due respect sir, I would like to switch rooms with someone else whose name isn't Fanny said, Antonio who was looking at Dennis waiting for his reply hoping that he would get his request to have a different room.

“sorry, Antonio unfortunately I can't do that due to past issues that I wanna avoid, anyway now that we have that taken care of we should probably get started on getting y'all belongs said, Dennis. After the conversation with Antonio and Fanny along with Nova, Ruby, and Dennis started helping them move their belongings into their respective rooms watch was gonna take up the whole evening. Ruby, I know that discussing the bedroom situation might be sensitive, but if you're saying it was complicated to the point of no return, can you explain what exactly happened that made things so difficult? Ask Ruby was she helped the others with their belongings being taken to their bedrooms.

Dennis sighed, knowing that discussing the bedroom situation would be sensitive, especially considering how things were handled back then before arguments broke out. He didn’t like talking about the drama, as it brought up bad and stressful memories.

"I'll explain everything in exact detail from start to finish," he said. "But keep in mind that this conversation will get confusing if you don’t pay attention since this situation was barely handled back then."

"Yeah, I understand," Ruby replied.

"So how did this whole drama come to be? And more importantly, why get dragged into their mess knowing that the others would get exposed for their actions?" Ruby questioned Dennis waiting for his reply.

This entire situation began on the morning of January 17, a Monday. Winter break had officially ended, but it felt like three and a half weeks wasn’t long enough since the original Sector F members had formed, as Dennis mentioned. During that time, I was hanging out in the hallways with Numbuh 201. We were engaged in a conversation about the Yipper card tournament that had taken place at the convention near the shopping mall on December 17, 2016, over the break. Just to clarify, Numbuh 201 was not part of the team back then, as Dennis pointed out.

Ruby nodded as she listened to Dennis recount the true nature of the bedroom drama situation, noting that they were continually bringing in more items for their bedrooms. Dennis then shared his perspective on the whole bedroom situation.

**Flashback:** On January 17, Monday morning at Hendrie Middle School, Dennis, and Numbuh 201 were standing outside their classrooms by their lockers, discussing the Yipper card tournament that had occurred at the mall convention on December 17, 2016, during the break. Meanwhile, other students were heading to their next classes.

"Dude, I can’t believe she fell for Nathan's lie before the break!” Numbuh 201 said laughing. “And do I need to remind you, she’s only been here for nearly a year since she started teaching geometry. Honestly, if you can’t figure out that you’ve been lied to at least once or twice—especially after transferring from another middle school district to ours—that's a problem. Let’s be honest, you and I both know Nathan didn’t get called down for anything important from any teacher. We’re not his babysitters, nor are we responsible for his whereabouts. I just don’t understand why she questions us about where he ran off to,” Numbuh 201 added. “If this continues in the months we have left before the school semester ends, we might be looking at another easy semester all over again.”

Dennis couldn’t help but laugh at Numbuh 201’s comment: “Haha, Nathan only uses his brain for stupidity instead of focusing on his schoolwork like he’s supposed to!”   Dennis replied as he closed his locker, “Instead of fooling around in class and acting like he’s better than everyone else, we may or may not get the chance to witness that in person. Besides, an easier school semester would be nice for a change. ” but just wait until high school We’ll see if it’s going to be an easy semester or not.”  

Numbuh 201 was taken aback by Dennis's comment about Nathan using his brain for foolishness instead of focusing on his studies, especially since Nathan had been failing most of his classes since the semester started on September 3rd. As they finished gathering their belongings from their lockers and headed to the lunchroom, Numbuh 201 noticed that Dennis wasn’t saying much while discussing last year’s tournament at the mall. He wondered if it was the right time to ask about Fanny, especially since she hadn’t been around lately. After a moment of thought, Numbuh 201 decided to speak up. “I know this is none of my business, and the last time we discussed it, you told me multiple times that this situation should be handled privately. I completely understand. But ever since winter break, you've been acting more and more strangely since school resumed," Numbuh 201 said. He paused before adding, "Also, what’s going on with you and Fanny? I haven’t seen or heard from her since she started spending time with us. What gives?”    Dennis sighed at Numbuh 201's question about his personal life with Fanny. It was a sensitive topic since he had found out he had been talking to another guy she met during the break. Taking a deep breath, he responded to Numbuh 201's inquiries, knowing his friend had a right to be concerned. Look, I appreciate your concern about my strange behavior during the break. I do. But ever since I heard from a reliable source—who wishes to remain anonymous—that Fanny was talking to someone else, things haven’t been the same for me since then.” especially when she mentions her hatred towers boys complaining about how annoying they are and stupid, but sadly enough she’s found someone capable enough to handle the energy that she Carries when’s she’s around Rachel Dennies replied.

Numbuh 201 was confused and puzzled, wondering why Dennis had kept this information from him during winter break as they approached the cafeteria doors each student in line waiting to get today's lunch watch was Meatball Hero. He thought carefully about what to say, trying not to upset Dennis further. After a moment, as they entered the cafeteria, he asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, when did you find the time to learn this information? We were surrounded by thousands of people at the mall during the break. Plus, why are you bringing this up now? More importantly, weren’t you and Fanny a thing at one point?”

Dennis listened as Numbuh 201 questioned him about how he managed to gather information without anyone noticing, especially since their group was well-known for doing just that. He replied, “It’s complicated, depending on what information you’re asking about. A while back, during gym class, I overheard a conversation among a group of kids mentioning this secret organization. Legends say this organization is very reliable and trustworthy when it comes to information that others may not know yet.” Dennis paused for a moment as the boys set their lunch tray down at their usual lunch table spot. Simple while everyone was distracted by the reminder yippee players that qualified for the Simi finals I noticed someone near the fair end of the competition area tables sitting alone so I decided to investigate the odd behavior for myself. Once I approached the rest was history once they handed me a litter as I took a set after getting challenged to a Yipper card game. Also, Fanny and I weren’t a thing cause my hands were already tied up with enough drama with the other over dibs for bedrooms Dennis relied on Numbuh 201.

Well, that explains oddity behavior Numbuh 201 comments as he takes a bit of his meatball sandwich and pauses for a minute before responding again. “ makes sense when your hands are tied with enough drama with the other bedroom but what I don’t understand is why are they even fighting over bedrooms for? They’re just bedrooms nothing special they should a at least grateful to have a bed to sleep in said Numbuh 201.

Honestly, I don’t know why they are fighting over three bedrooms for if you ask me I was told by Sector F themselves that sooner or later when the time comes once they become teen ninjas William, Zach, and Aldo are gonna be a problem once the rooms become available said Dennis eating his sandwich as we pause for a moment. He continued eating his sandwich before saying “After school, Samantha told me she and the others wanna have a conversation with me while they are still around before going over to the ninja's side said Dennis as they both continued eating as Numbuh 201 nodes as other students where having a conversation amongst themselves when there were only two minutes left for lunch. Once their lunch period was over students became existing the lunchroom doors.

Later on back the Sector F’s treehouse as Dennis was walking home from school he decided to drop by the tree homes since Samatha and the others wanted to have a conversation with him alone for some strange reason he couldn’t figure out why. Dennis made his way towers the treehouse entrance it opened up when the other showed him through the monitors when Samatha pushed a button on the computer keyboard. Samatha and the others waited for Dennis inside the briefing room when he walked inside spotted the other Dennis responded by saying “Hey guys what seems to be the problem? Shouldn’t you guys be on y’all missions or something asked Dennis.

Welcome, Dennis, our dear friend! Please come join us for a bit," said Samantha with a smile on her face. "We'll explain everything in due time since we’ve already finished today's missions." She added this as Dennis sat down next to the others.

"So, what’s the reason you guys wanted to see me? Yeah, it’s been a while since we all talked yes, but you guys won’t be around much longer," Dennis said, looking away sadly.

"Well, for starters, we're not going anywhere without having this conversation with us," said Mac, placing his hand on Dennis’s shoulder. "You're part of the team after all. We took you under our wing since you first started, so there's nothing to worry about. We’ll still have each other even if we don’t talk as much. Yeah so don’t be sad my friend Samatha chimed in. Anyway, the reason why we wanted to have a private conversation with you is because of two things that are gonna happen shortly while we are gone. Number 1; we all know how much you care about Fanny and how much she’s met you we’ve suggested you keep her away from the others including any drama that might happen at any given time said Samatha with a serious look on her face. Dennis continued to listen to what Samatha had to say about keeping Fanny away from William, Zach, and Aldo's nonsense. He turns to face Samatha’s direction wondering what she meant about protecting Fanny Dennis ends up saying” Wait hold on how did you all know about my feelings for fanny? I haven’t told a single person and more importantly why William, Zach, and Aldo? Said Dennis questioning Samatha.

Samatha couldn’t help by laugh knowing it was obvious enough that Dennis had a huge crush on the fanny. “ because it was obvious enough how much you keep getting distracted whenever she’s around us and when we she tags along on our missions said Samatha. And deep down you and I both know that you truly care about her more than anything else Samatha added as she paused for a moment. Wait what hey! That’s not turn said Dennis as he covered his brushing face knowing that Samatha was right about him getting distracted. Alright fine it turns yes I have a crush on Fanny I admit it but she’s found somebody else that’s right for her Dennis added as he paused for a while waiting for the others to say something.

Twist raised an eyebrow and commented “Oh really now that’s wonderful news since you finally spoke about your feelings for fanny but don’t worry I have a feeling that her new relationship isn’t gonna last long don’t know when but it’s going to happen eventually he added. And number 2 William, Zach, and Aldo overheard a conversation about us leaving watch means that all three of them are gonna be fighting over Mac’s bedroom.

Wait what! Yelled Dennis who went from embarrassment to surprise. You mean to tell me that when you guys leave William, Zach and Aldo are gonna be fighting over Mac’s bedroom all because they overhear a conversation Dennis replied. The other including Samatha nodes let Dennis know that he was indeed correct. Yes, William, Zach, and Aldo are gonna be fighting over my bedroom because I managed to extend the space around the area but sadly enough this drama’ll happen sooner or later said Mac.

**End of Flashback** in the present.

Ruby couldn’t believe what Dennis had told her about the past events of dealing with William, Zach, and Aldo while keeping Fanny away from them the best he could. She waited for a minute before saying “Oh Dennis I’m sorry I didn’t know this whole drama affected seven years of your life Ruby said. But I understand where the others were coming from when they left to join the teen ninjas, and to make things worse how are they able to know that Fanny and Antonio won’t last long? Was it because of them fighting or was there something that I was missing Ruby questioned Dennis waiting for his reply. Denis sighed when there was indeed more to it he replied by saying” From what I was told from Rachel she mentioned that there was more than just fighting involved but she didn’t say what it was due to dealing with her problems Dennis said to Ruby. Anyway, that’s enough storytelling we should get back to work before the others start to wonder what’s taking so long. Yeah let’s do it replied Ruby was her and Dennis continued to help them.

Later on that night Sector PR had finally finished bringing their belongings to their bedrooms as each member was completely exhausted as Antonio was getting ready for bed. Day can't believe that took the whole evening to move my belongings, the perfect opportunity to get away from my annoying sister, And that keep out sign should be useful for keeping her away from me said, Antonio as he was getting ready for bed knowing that he had a mission tomorrow morning. Ruby and Nova started to head to their rooms. She noted that a keep-out sign was hanging out from Antonio’s door. “Keep out has this boy lost his mind what's with the keep out sign? Questioned Ruby as she turned around towards Dennis's Direction. Hey, Dennis what’s up with this keep-out sign? “What keep out sign. Dennis asked while he was next to Fanny as they both turned to face Ruby and Nova. She pointed to Antonio’s door with her left thumb. Dennis, Fanny, and Nova both turned their heads to the left-hand side of Antonio’s door.

Pffff hahaha keep out who exactly, and my question is why does this man have a keep out sign? ‘Second, who's he's keeping out his daylight savings, his side chicks, or maybe even the birds said Nova laughing at Antonio’s sign. ‘Knowing Antonio I might have a good hint of who the person might be said, Dennis, knowing for sure it was for Fanny to leave him alone as Dennies walked toward Antonio’s door and knocked.

Antonio was fast asleep inside his new bedroom and heard the knocking on the other side of the door. He completely ignored the knocking on the door and continued sleeping. ‘ hey, opening up the door Antonio we need to talk said Dennis who was waiting for Antonio to wake up, and opened up the door. ‘No, go away Fanny I'm tired and I've been awake since the evening moving my belongings. Now read my sign reply, Antonio going back to sleep. After Antonio's reply, Dennis turns to face the others. “I should've seen this coming he's getting up one way or another said, Dennis.

‘How Dennis Nova replied. If he’s not going to answer the door since Antonio thinks you're fanny what other option do we have when he’s fast asleep? Cause if you want my honest option waking him up is more difficult than getting for school reply Nova Finnish waiting for his response. ‘good question, who else if Fanny can't wake up this fool no offense Fanny said Ruby. Fanny had rolled her eyes at Ruby knowing for sure she had different types of methods for certain situations where the time was right. ‘None taken besides, being the only one who can wake up my baby is plain and simple enough said Fanny who was looking at Ruby.

“correct me if I'm wrong, but at the moment of the orientation training at the moon base, I noticed that there was a change of heart coming from the moment you and Antonio started to act strange replayed Ruby who looked at Fanny with a Questionable face and waiting for her replay. Fanny starts to act nervous about her Questionable actions during the orientation at the moon base. She was surprised that Ruby had started to catch on. ‘What, but I haven't been acting strange at orientation training that was held at the moon base. Besides, I have no idea what you are talking about replied Fanny. Haven’t been acting remarkably well as far as I'm concerned, the first thing that comes to mind is the training officer from above. I spotted a small amount of drama inside the office and wondered what the problem was, which concluded that there was a glimpse of sorrow said Ruby who looked at Fanny with a curious face.

Nova leaned over to Dennis while Ruby and Fanny were engrossed in a conversation about Antonio. "Do you have any information on the situation with Kurt?" whispered Nova, waiting for Dennis to reply.

Carefully listening to Nova's question about the situation with Fanny and Antonio, Dennis replied, "As far as I know, the situation between Antonio and Fanny is currently unknown. Rachel has instructed us to stay out of their business. However, to answer your question, yes and no. The only information I have is that Rachel mentioned Fanny and Antonio started talking around the time when we were dealing with our old teammates. I know very little about what took place. Rachel has been working to figure out what exactly happened between them. Days before our old teammates were decommissioned, Rachel had discovered the truth behind Fanny's behavior, which turned out to be worse than we thought. I am still unsure about the situation."

Nova looked at Dennis with a confused expression and asked, "With all due respect, sir, how can you be sure that things are not what they seem to be, and is the Supreme Leader aware of the situation?"

Dennis paused for a moment before replying, "Ever since we started working with other operatives, we noticed a change in Fanny's behavior, especially after she met Antonio. Rachel and I discussed the situation and her behavior during a failed mission. The Supreme Leader is aware of the situation and has advised that nobody should intervene. She has given Fanny advice despite her odd behavior, and she is fully aware of the situation."

"Okay, if the Supreme Leader is aware and doesn't want anyone to intervene, why let the situation escalate to its downfall? And how long has this been going on?" questioned Nova. Dennis explained, "The reason it doesn't make sense to you is because nobody, except for Rachel, has been through this cycle before. Rachel made it clear that anyone who interfered would face severe consequences. As for the duration, this drama has been ongoing for five years." Nova was shocked after learning the dark truth about Fanny and Antonio's toxic relationship over the past seven years. He then asked Dennis, "If you don’t mind me asking, how come you’re not decommissioned when Rachel said not to?" Dennis replied, "Because she trusts only me with this information, as I am deeply involved."

Ruby ended up budding in the conversation by saying “Sorry to cut your conversion short but have you thought of a solution that could drag Antonio out of his bedroom to give us an explanation for this keep-out sign? Ruby asks now facing Numbuh 0.77 and waiting for his reply. And don't think we're done with this conversation either fanny ruby added. Fanny had folded her arms from Ruby's reply about their conversation as Dennis leaned back top by replying ‘Sadly no, but I've been keeping a close eye on him for a while now. Ever since he laid eyes on Rachel he's starting to catch feelings said Dennis as he took a moment before saying “Alright, that should be enough for today it's getting last since The Supreme leader is stopping by tomorrow after y’all’s first mission, Dennis, as everyone went straight to bed.

The very next day on a Sunday morning Dennis, Nova, and Ruby were located in the briefing room waiting for Antonio and Fanny to arrive so they could start their first missions. While waiting Dennis was busy looking over each mission that was given to Antonio, Nova, and Ruby overnight. As Dennis was looking over the three missions Ruby spoke up and started to question what was taking so long with Antonio and Fanny by saying ‘ Numbuh 0.77 sir, what's taken Antonio and Fanny so long? They Should’ve been here by now said Ruby waiting for Dennis to reply. Dennis continued to look at the mission papers and replied “That's a good question Numbuh 69, Antonio and Fanny should arriving shortly, but in the meantime, the Supreme Leader will be stopping by later on today, and if you gonna question why She'll be checking up on us and see how things are going when this is y’all first mission reply Dennis.

While Denise was speaking with Numbuh’s 69 and 0.69 about the Supreme leader stopping by Sector PR treehouse. Denise, Ruby, and Nova could hear Fanny and Antonio going back and forth while making their way towers the briefing room. ‘Nope says Antonio. Understand the circumstances that we're not together anymore, you're nothing but torture. I positively don't love you besides that hot blonde teatime hotter than you Now go bother someone else please and thank you He added before joining the others. Honestly, I don't understand why you always arguing with your ex-girlfriend. It's our first mission today and the first thing you two do is argue about nonsense can’t even start the morning correctly says Nova as they watch them join them for the briefing.

“What you mean the first thing we do is argue? Who's we I'm not with her no sir those days with trouble and torture are over. She can't start the morning correctly without bothering me, but I'm starting the morning whenever that hot blonde shows that beautiful face of hers.

To be continued! End of Chapter 2 part one

Hello, my nightmare readers welcome back to another amazing chapter of Codename Kids Next Door Operation Squadron The Consequence of the Peace Treaty. I wanna deeply apologize for the delay in the chapter and the lack of writing while dealing with personal stuff behind closed doors yeah I promised myself I would eventually continue this story but things got in the way so hopefully things change as I keep this amazing story going until the very end. Thank you so much for your patience until the next chapter see you guys then!

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Jiang Gunian Made A Change Part 8

“You’ve changed, Jie.” Jiang Cheng threw the statement out like he was throwing a rock into a river.

“How so?” His sister looked into the small brass mirror, seeing no changes in her appearance.

“You’re...” The heir struggled to find the words he was looking for. “Different. Than you were back home.“

“More decisive, ShiJie,” Wei WuXian agreed. “You talk back to that peacock instead of letting him push you around. It’s nice to see him getting treated as if he was just another person instead of the ‘heir to LanlingJin’.” He puffed out his chest and made a face to imitate Jin ZiXuan.

“A’Xian,” she scolded. “Be nice. How is Lan Er Gongzi doing?”

“Both jades look completely normal. It’s weird. I wonder if they cry when they’re alone.”

“You should keep him company,” she ordered. “Maybe spar with him. Help him get some of the hurt and anger he must be feeling out.”

Wei WuXian pretended to be shocked. “My beloved ShiJie wants my other best friend to beat me up?” He scooted towards the door to avoid Jiang Cheng’s foot. “I’m going, I’m going. No need to kick me out.”

Once only the siblings remained, Jiang YanLi relaxed a bit. “You’re the heir to Lotus Pier. You should learn to play nicely with the other heirs.”

“I will,” Jiang Cheng crossed his arms over his chest. “Except for Jin Gongzi.” At her sad look, he rushed to defend himself. “You didn’t hear what he said about you, Jie. Nasty things no husband should ever say about his wife. Especially you! You’re the prettiest girl in the world and so nice, and what he said? He’s lucky Wei WuXian punched him first. I was going to pummel him half to death.”

“You need to apologize to A’Xian for that,” she reminded her sibling.

“Apologize? For what? Fighting for your honor? I should award him!”

“Apologize for failing to keep your temper. Because of you, he was sent home from Cloud Recesses, and did not finish his studies there. Because of you, Mother beat him with Zidian.”

“How am I to blame for any of that? I didn’t make him fight. He did that on his own. Even if I’d been home, I couldn’t have stopped Mother. No one can. Not when she’s in one of her moods.”

Jiang YanLi firmed her spine and her voice. “The YunmengJiang heir was about to get into a fight with the LanlingJin heir. The very least that would have come from that is the dissolution of the betrothal agreement. Any treaties we have with the Jin? Any trade agreements? They could all have been wiped out because you wouldn’t control your temper upon hearing your sister insulted. You could have set back relations with the Jin for decades! And you think you don’t owe A’Xian an apology for anything? A junior disciple, no matter his title, is at the end of the day merely a junior disciple. A beating or exile from the sect would be an appropriate punishment for a junior assaulting an heir. Which is exactly what he got.”

“But....” The younger brother curled his hands into fists. “Are we supposed to just allow that peacock to insult you and not have any consequences?”

“The worst that insults would have caused is for Father to request the betrothal be dissolved. So.... Not only do I no longer have a husband in my future, our brother was punished at Cloud Recesses, kicked out of their lectures, and whipped by Zidian. Are you sure fighting was the better option?” She struggled to control her emotions. “You need to learn to think of all the repercussions of your actions, Didi. Not just the ones staring you in the face.”

Her brother looked down, suddenly ashamed, perhaps. “I’m sorry, Jie. I didn’t think. I... I just wanted him to pay for his insults.”

“You caused the wrong person to pay for those insults, A’Cheng,” she stated as gently as possible. “You need to apologize.”

“Yes, Jie.”

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A/N I really need a title to this little fiction. Any ideas?

#wangxian #jiang yanli #wei wuxian #wei ying #jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #chen qing ling #the untamed #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dau zu shi #cql

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anerdquemoraaolado · 1 year ago

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So, here we have the continuation of my Quaritch x Varang drabbles. Definitively there are more to come, so enjoy it for now.

Back to the present moment, Miles tried to reconcile the few minutes he probably had, until Varang woke up, which would be his life from now on. He had protection and shelter among the ash clan, that was for sure, and living with their leader could have its advantages beyond being under her protection.

Starting with the fact that he had someone to share his bed with, which he found strange at first. Throughout his life, his relationships were extremely fleeting, except for Paz Socorro. He noted that it was the second time in a row that he'd remembered her within two days, and thus Spider. There was a small part of him, deep in his soul, if he had one given the condition of his current body, that he wished he had done better for Paz.

They couldn't help but get involved with each other even in the middle of a war, and when duty called, like the good soldiers they were, they answered it, suffering the consequences of their loss. Another part of him kicked in right away, warning him that it was a waste of time to dwell on the past and what had happened. What was done was done and there was no bringing her back. Now, he at least had the opportunity to get revenge on the one who had caused all of this. But to get to Jake Sully effectively, there were steps to cross to his final objective, and one of them was called Varang. Pleasing her meant securing his native allies, and with one last decision to make before his wife awoke, he decided he would surrender to her will.

After so many abstract thoughts, the old military man ended up paying more attention to his physique. When he looked down at the blue skin and the elongated muscles, he was more used to what he was now than ever, at least physically. Those muscles ached and when he turned to look at Varang again, he felt the pain in his neck increase.

Hearing murmurs of complaint, Varang twisted in her position, opened her eyes slowly, remembering last night in her own time. Her decision to make the recombinant her consort had been thought over for a long time and now, as she had made clear to him, she would not go back on her word. She wanted his military tactics as well as his loyalty, which she would go to great lengths to obtain.

Miles noticed her waking up and then was distracted by the elegant way in which her muscles stretched and returned to place when she finished stretching.

-Miles... - she said in greeting, lowering her head solemnly, which he quickly repeated as a sign of respect - is there something wrong?

-There's nothing wrong, Varang - he insisted on dismissing any discomfort - by the way, thank you for having me here with you.

-I chose you and you chose me, they are consequences of our actions - she reminded him - I will have you here with me from now on.

-I just hope it's not in this cave - he grumbled in a bad mood, which made her redouble her attention on him.

-So that's what's wrong - she soon realized - you didn't like this ceremonial bed, but it's customs of my people, you're part of it now, being my consort.

"I understand," he replied absently, not looking directly at her.

-But if it makes you happy - Varang approached, kneeling in front of him and holding his face with both hands, the simple touch did not fail to make Miles shudder again - this will not be our daily bed, we will leave this place today... and you will know your permanent quarters.

"I like the sound of that." He smiled in satisfaction.

-It's good to see you smiling, Miles, I want you to feel good here, really - she nodded, laughing a little - but you didn't answer my question completely.

-What do you mean, Varang? - he was genuinely confused, feeling her hand slide to the side of his neck, the gesture made him swallow hard.

-I can feel you tense, you're sore to say the least, for sleeping here, that's why you complained, isn't it? - she deduced correctly, taking his hands gently.

-You read my thoughts - he said with a certain charm, holding one of her hands, taking advantage of the proximity and diligently kissing her hand - I've had uncomfortable beds, but this one doesn't come close to it, however, I had the reward of being here with you.

The compliment took her by surprise, which made her raise her ears quickly and then relax them right after, Miles noticed this and considered it a victory.

-Since I provided you with a reward without knowing it, I want to provide you with another one now, this time, being aware of it - she squeezed his shoulders and walked away.

"So, I'll owe you a lot of favors," he commented, in good humor, but a little worried.

-You already owe me a favor within our agreement, soon you will pay me by putting your skills into practice, but for now, if you want to repay me in some way, follow my command, again - she proposed, smirking when she finished speaking.

-As you wish, Olo'eyktan - Curiosity made Quaritch accept whatever was to come.

Without warning, she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the cave. Even sore and a little sleepy, he had to admit that the day breaking outside, although shrouded in smoke from the volcanoes that surrounded the island, looked inviting.They took a few steps without letting go of each other's hands, which Miles found oddly comforting. He had to admit, there was a side of him that had missed female company, and having Varang there was really great, it did him some good.

-Where are you taking me? - he questioned, suspicious.

-Don't be impatient, husband - she countered, without stopping the walk, forcing him to just keep up.

They arrived then where she wanted. The land stretched as far as the eye could see, with the dark color characteristic of the ground of the Ash Clan land. It was covered in bubbling pools of water, and closer to it, a boiling waterfall.

Surprisingly, there were blooming red plants growing nearby. Varang then finally let go of his hand, approaching the plants. She plucked the glistening sap from within them, showing her palms to Quaritch.

-They are ash roots, they serve to clean us - she explained, while the pleasant smell caught his attention and he sniffed the gooey substance in her hands - we couldn't start the day without bathing.

-So that's what all this means, it's a good call - Miles laughed satisfied - there's just one problem, Olo'eyktan, just looking at the water makes me feel burning, there's no way I can get into it.

-Yes, your skin may be beautiful, but it's still from the forest - she praised with reservations - of course I forgot to mention that the sap also protects your delicate skin, come on, surrender to my touch, I promise it will be good bathe.

"If you say so," he shrugged, trying to relax a little.

Varang approached him this time, delicately and carefully, smearing sap on his arms and legs. With a light push down on his shoulders, she silently asked him to crouch down a little so that she could better reach his neck and head. Feeling the tension in his back, Varang lingered there with a massage, squeezing his shoulders and spreading the sap until her work was done.

-Do the same for me, Miles - she asked close to his ear.

He wet his hands with the sap and rubbed it over Varang's arms and legs. On her belly, he let his hands squeeze her waist lightly, which made her smile at the touch. The leader of the ash clan found that she liked it when her husband held her by the waist. As soon as they were ready to enter the water, Varang took Miles's hand and together they put their feet there, feeling the temperature and movement of the water against their skin. The two factors collaborating for the couple to finally relax. They sat next to each other, Miles even closed his eyes and leaned his head back, feeling relaxed, but missing Varang closer to him.

Realizing he was in neutral territory where he could initiate a gesture without waiting for her command, he approached without warning, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and cradling her hips with the other. Varang didn't object, just looked at him and let herself go. Quaritch deposited his wife in his lap gently, while she rested her hands on his chest, still looking at him, even smiling, satisfied with his actions.

"You can have me in your arms like this whenever you want, I appreciate the gesture." Varang made her opinion clear aloud.

-Thank you, Olo'eyktan - he got closer to her face, their foreheads almost touching - and thank you for bringing me here, that's all I needed.

"I'm glad we're getting along." She smiled again, running a finger over his right ear.

For Miles, there was only one kiss left in the scenario, and this time, he didn't hesitate to kiss his wife firmly, and admitting to himself, at least a little passionate on doing that.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar the seed bearer #miles quaritch #recom miles quaritch #recom quaritch x varang #quaritch x varang #quarang #varang #varang of the ash clan #varang avatar #avatar 2009 #my writing

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eddiemunsonw · 2 years ago

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It takes one kiss

CHAPTER 3 - Now you know

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

Steddie Fanfic

Summary: Steve hosts a party and ends up suffering through the consequences of humoring Tommy.

Steve Harrington kisses Eddie Munson by accident and that sucked. Right?

CW / Disclaimer: Some mild overlap with S4 scenes (barely) - But (!!) Eddie lives - Mention of F-slur once.

Author’s note: My first Steddie fic! Another first woop. Let's hope you like. It has five parts that I'll be posting both on here and on my ao3: eddiemunsons. Enjoy!

Words: (of current chapter) 2496 / (complete fic) 15381

Eddie’s POV

Eddie wished his biggest problems were an unrequited crush and failing grades again. Anything but being wanted for murder, really. A murder he did not commit, mind you. He glanced at Harrington, who occasionally felt at his throat as if to make sure it really hadn’t been sliced or anything. Eddie hadn’t apologized. He wasn’t going to.

His hand still felt sore from the grip he had had on the broken bottle that he had held up to Harrington’s throat when he and the others had ambushed his hideout. The boathouse. How the hell they had found him there, he still didn’t know. For a moment he had been certain they had banded together to catch him, deliver him to the cops for a medal or whatever.

When Harrington kept prodding him with the god damn paddle he went for him first, ready to hurt him if he had to, though he had felt his resolve crumble when he looked him in the eye. All surrendering, compliant and scared.

People were scared enough of him as it was without reason, let alone if he gave them one. Still, he was frozen into place until Henderson had talked some sense into him. They listened to him, really listened. Where he had been convinced they’d drag him to a house for the crazy at best, they had opened up about a whole other world he had no idea of instead.

The Upside Down. Well, his world certainly felt upside down right now. And Harrington offering, no, demanding to stay with him at the boathouse didn’t help at all. What in the world was he thinking?

“I’ll stay with him,” Harrington said to the others, as if he wasn’t in the fucking room with them. Eddie’s eyes widened, the frown on his face nearly connecting his brows in a neat line.

“I don’t need a babysitter, Harrington. Least of all you,” he spat, unable to keep the venom from his voice. Dustin raised his eyebrows in surprise, confusion obvious on his face. The kid obviously didn’t know what kind of jerk Harrington was. Or used to be. He wasn’t sure at this point. All he knew was that Henderson talked his ears off about Harrington during D&D and he couldn’t help but feel weirdly jealous about it.

“I know,” Harrington responded lightly. As if he hadn’t been present on both occasions where his actions had confused the fuck out of Eddie. First the kiss, then the reaction to the kiss. Then the question, then the reaction to his rejection. He hated all of it. “Still staying,” he added with a shrug. As if Eddie’s opinion didn’t fucking matter.

“I’d really rather you fuck off anywhere else.”

“Woah, hey, why are you two so weird with each other? What happened?” Dustin asked, unable to keep his curiosity at bay. He needed to diffuse the tension between the two, for the sake of the mission. Neither Eddie or Steve seemed ready to share, though.

“Nothing.”

It echoed as they both said it seconds after each other, granting the other boy a glance. One was met with chocolate brown eyes filled with annoyance, the other with hazel eyes overflowing with something that simply screamed ‘truce’. Eddie didn’t know how else to describe it. Stupid Harrington with his stupid fucking pretty hazel eyes and his stupid fucking freckled face and his god damn fucking hair that—

“Okay? So we’re civil then? You’re not gonna eat each other alive once we leave?” Dustin wanted to know.

“We won’t, Dustin,” Harrington assured him. Eddie scoffed. Speak for yourself, he thought bitterly. He would totally bite St— Harrington. Maybe just not in the way Dustin expected. He closed his eyes and breathed loudly through his nose. His brain was betraying him horribly by filling his mind with images he really wished he wouldn’t see right now. The harder he thought about forgetting, the clearer the vision became.

Steve Harrington on hands and knees, back arched, face flush against the pillow as he pressed his ass harder against Eddie’s face, begging for more friction. Fuck. Not the time. Never the time. He willed his mind to think about gruesome things and to be fair, after what he had been through the day before, it wasn’t that hard.

“All good,” Eddie mumbled as Dustin gave him a stern glance that could match one of a mother telling you to be home before curfew. Christ in a bottle.

As soon as the others left, Eddie slumped against the nearest wall and clutched his Honeycomb cereal. Harrington was pacing around the boathouse and Eddie decided that if he was going to do that all day he would risk having an actual murder to his name. The more he looked at him, the more agitated he became. Since when was Steve Harrington so calm and collected? Is that what graduating high school did to you? You just forget everything that happened and grab a whole new personality from the ‘New Year New You’ shelf at Family Dollar? It was infuriating to watch. His mouth was running away from him with a question before he could stop himself.

“So what made King Steve decide to stay behind with the freak, then?” he wanted to know. Harrington turned around with an expression that Eddie couldn’t decipher and sighed.

“Can we drop the hostility act, please?” Harrington sounded tired. If he was so tired, maybe he shouldn’t have stayed behind.

“Not an act. I asked you something.”

“I stayed because I wanted to. I know you’re scared and--”

“Oh piss off,” Eddie interrupted with a groan. Harrington moved closer to Eddie and for a moment it looked like he was going to sit near him, but he opted on the other wall instead, diagonally across from him. Propped his knee up to casually rest his arm upon so he could gesture and stuff.

“Listen, Munson. I know you hate my guts but I’m not leaving. So you can try being a pain in the ass but it’s not gonna work.”

Eddie grunted and got up and he hated how Harrington flinched as he passed him, hand already reaching blindly for something to defend himself with. He gave him a look and grabbed a can of gatorade from the boat before sitting back down. Harrington visibly relaxed and Eddie couldn’t stop himself from grabbing a handful of honeycombs and throwing them his way. When Harrington raised his brow at him, he vaguely wondered whether it had to do with his horrible aim or the simple fact that he had thrown something at him.

“You can relax, Harrington. That’s the worst you’re gonna get. No broken bottles or whatever,” Eddie mumbled. “Been there, done that.” He ignored the flutter in his chest when Harrington smiled softly. Dickhead. What the fuck was there to smile about?

“You have quick reflexes.”

“You don’t,” Eddie lied. If Harrington had wanted to overpower him earlier, Eddie was sure he could have. Instead, he had immediately surrendered.

“I had no intention of scaring you even more,” Harrington shrugged, unphased by the insult. Old Harrington would have been pissed.

“Can you stop saying I’m scared? I’m not fucking scared,” Eddie huffed, annoyance rising in his chest. He wasn’t made from goddamn porcelain for fuck’s sake.

“It’d be normal though, you know. If you were,” the other boy offered gently.

“Yeah? Well. I’m not very normal am I?” Eddie grunted back. Harrington gave him a look and sighed, resigning to his protesting.

“I just mean that it’s… okay to be scared. I know I was, when I first encountered something from the Upside Down.”

Eddie refused to respond, as curious as he was to learn more about this other world, it simultaneously freaked him out too much to deal with it right now. Besides, he didn’t want to hear St— Harrington’s smooth voice all the time.

Time passed slowly yet fast, as Eddie let himself sink into deep thoughts of what could possibly be on Harrington’s mind right now. Their eyes occasionally met and Eddie was always the first to look away. Except for one time, when Steve had licked his lips and his eyes had followed the movement and Steve quickly turned his head. Figures.

Once the silence had stretched on for so long that Eddie started to get painfully aware of the amount of times he yawned, sighed and stretched his limbs, he spontaneously decided it was time to break it.

“I don’t hate your guts, by the way.”

Steve’s POV

Steve’s heart jumped a little when he heard Eddie’s voice out of nowhere. He had been close to dozing off, bored out of his mind and worried that he had said the wrong thing.

I don’t hate your guts, by the way.

While it should have given him some relief, the tone in which he said it had felt off and he wasn’t sure how to take that. He wanted to be… happy about it, but it just didn’t feel right.

“You don’t?” he asked, his voice groggy from not talking and lack of fluids in his system. He hadn’t dared to ask Eddie for anything of his stock and his decision to stay had been too spontaneous to think about resources.

“No.”

“Why… not?” Steve found himself asking. Eddie had enough reason to hate him. He had presented “reasons to hate me” on a silver platter not once, but twice.

“Do I look like the type of guy who is gonna waste his energy towards someone like you? A guy I’ll never have to see again once I skip town? If they don’t arrest me first for a murder I didn’t commit, that is.”

Eddie’s humorless chuckle still echoed in his mind as a dreadful feeling sank down Steve’s stomach. It twisted and turned and he wished he could get rid of it instantly. He wished Eddie didn’t have that effect on him. He didn’t even know why Eddie had that effect on him.

“You’re gonna leave Hawkins? Where to?”

Eddie shrugged.

“Dunno yet. Far away from everyone.”

“Sounds… fun.”

“Yeah, gotta love feeling so ostracized that moving to a place that isn’t home sounds appealing.”

Steve hesitated at first, feeling stupid for wanting to ask but he had to. He couldn’t help but feel like Eddie didn’t mean any of what he said earlier and he hated it. Steve hated being disliked, although he hated it more when it came to certain people. People like Eddie.

“Did you mean it?” Steve asked. He caught Eddie’s gaze who immediately turned away again and moved to lay down on the floor, legs still bent at the knees facing upwards.

“Did I mean what?”

“That you don’t hate me.”

“Yes, Harrington. Don’t tell me this shit’s been keeping you up at night,” Eddie mumbled. He grabbed a handful of honeycombs and tried to throw them into the air and catch them without moving his head. He sucked at it. Terrible aim. His hands were nice though. Especially with those rings— Stop it.

“No. It hasn’t… I was just thinking of, uhm. What I asked of you, back then,” he managed to force out of his mouth in favor of wherever his thoughts were about to lead him. Eddie chuckled humorlessly and softly swore when he failed once more at catching a honeycomb with his mouth. A sigh escaped his lips, and then:

“I’m still not gonna kiss you Harrington.”

Steve felt his face heat up, embarrassed to think back on that day where he had asked Eddie to kiss him. It was stupid. The worst idea ever. Still, he found himself wondering what would have happened if Eddie had just said yes.

“N-No! I know that, trust me. I know,” he said with a dry laugh that sounded way too forced. Super casual, Steve. “I wasn’t gonna ask.”

“Cool, ‘cause I don’t think I could reject you twice.” His hand moving to grab another handful of honeycombs stilled. “I mean— like, it would be too awkward. Not that I wouldn’t reject you a uh, second time,” Eddie added quickly. “I would.”

Steve nearly scoffed. Way to twist the knife, take it out, stick it back in and give it another twirl with a flick of the wrist.

“What a relief,” he mumbled dryly. Eddie was silent for a moment, sat back up with his back facing Steve and reached for his can of Gatorade. He should really ask him for a can. Or even a sip or something.

“So… did you find your answers then?”

“Uh. I guess. Turns out I’m bi. Didn’t know that was a thing until someone told me.”

“Robin?”

“Why’d you say that?” Steve wanted to know. He felt a protectiveness for Robin fall over him and was ready to defend her, fight for her, whatever, when Eddie's response convinced him that he wouldn’t be a problem.

“Just a hunch,” he shrugged. “Anyway, me too.”

“Figured as much,” Steve shrugged casually, as if it hadn’t been Robin who had convinced him that no straight guy would go in for a kiss like that with another guy like Eddie had. As had Steve. It had been an eye opener for him, that conversation.

“What, the kiss wasn’t straight enough for you?” Eddie asked sarcastically and Steve couldn’t help but smile softly.

“I mean, it never could have been, seeing as I’m not straight either,” he shrugged.

“Mhm mhm. Bet the closeted jocks were thrilled that pretty boy was one of them,” Eddie mumbled and Steve wondered if he was imagining a slight bitterness to his tone. He also wondered if Eddie would be able to see the pink flush on his cheeks right now.

“Wouldn’t know. Haven’t kissed a guy since. Rob is the only one who knows I’m bi. And, now you too. I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Sure, cool,” Eddie shrugged, laying back down again and closing his eyes.

“I mean it, Munson. I’m telling you this in confidence. If you—”

Eddie cut him off with a smile dripping with sarcasm.

“Shit, you saw a satanic drug dealer wanted for murder and you thought huh, I’m gonna trust that guy with my dirty little secret. That seemed like a good idea to you?”

Steve said nothing. His brain was caught up in the fact that he had just told Eddie that he was bi, and that he had only kissed him and that it basically meant a whole lot to him in the things that were left unsaid. And Eddie couldn’t care less. Wasn’t even phased. He couldn’t have expected anything else. It made sense.

“Thought so,” Eddie interrupted his thoughts. Before he could gather words to form a response, Eddie had already turned away from him, face hidden by his arm that he held over his head.

So much for trying to… fix things. Shit.

#steddie #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfic

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glenngaylord · 7 months ago

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Dam! - Film Review: Hundreds Of Beavers ★★★★

Tired of watching the world circling the drain? Would you like to smile for 108 minutes? Then trust me, drop everything and watch Hundreds Of Beavers now! This low-budget indie instant classic marks the feature directorial debut of Mike Cheslik who spent 4 years making it, including over 1500 effects shots in freezing temperatures in Wisconsin and Michigan. Remember that name.

But wait! There’s more! The story of Jean Kayak (co-writer and producer Ryland Brickson Cole Tews), a drunken Applejack salesman who goes on an epic journey across the frozen tundra to hunt and kill the aforementioned beavers in order to win over a strong-willed Furrier (Olivia Graves), is told in black and white with almost no dialogue. Although such influences as Looney Tunes, Buster Keaton, and the surreal films of Canadian legend Guy Madden shine through, this live action/animated hybrid remains in a class of its own.

Tews invites comparisons to the client era greats such as Charlie Chaplin and Harold Lloyd and holds his own with his bumbling, idiotic, yet crafty hunter. Despite facing one obstacle after another, much in the style of an anvil dropping on the Coyote as he chases down the Roadrunner, he always bounces back and stays true to his mission. The beavers, along with assorted rabbits, wolves and raccoons, all appear as actors in mascot costumes. It looks like the world’s largest furry convention as we watch the animals build dams, evade traps, and ultimately concoct a hilariously unexplained science fiction project.

At first, I thought this could have easily been a ten minute short, but the grand scale of it all won me over as the filmmakers consistently raisied the stakes and the mayhem factor. Every time Jean gets his tongue stuck on an object, a hook plunged through his hand, or an sudden icicle formed when he exhales, I had a terrible case of the tee-hees. You’ll witness literally dozens of whiz-bang scene with every single shot having something interesting and unexpected happening somewhere in the frame.

As Jean kills various creatures, he frequently takes them to a Trading Post headed up by a Merchant (Doug Mancheski) who hilariously chews tobacco and fails to land it in a cup. This recurring motif, just like the rest in the film, finds a hilarious payoff by the end. His daughter, the previously mentioned Furrier, takes a liking to Jean even while slicing apart his dead animals. Their relationship becomes the beating heart of the film. You root for this pair as Jean trades his pelts for hunting tools which often lead to disastrous consequences. His stabs at building fires, fishing, and creating traps feel operatic with this film’s extended run time.

If you’re a fan of shirtless bearded hunks, you’ve also come to the right place. In the real world, Jean would have succumbed to frostbite, but here, his lovely exposed bod feels more feature than bug. Sure, it’s titillating, but it also enhances the comedy. By the time he’s completely naked with his private parts strategically blocked by assorted objects, you’ve entered Austin Powers territory.

I can’t say enough about the creative work on display. Cheslik expertly layers practical shots with all manner of animated work, perfectly supported by a wonderful score by Chris Ryan. Everything zips along breathlessly thanks to Cheslik’s sense of pacing as he acts as his own Editor. Quinn Hester’s cinematography at first seems quite classic and simple, but as the mayhem intensifies, my jaw dropped. You just can’t believe what you’re seeing here.

Sure, all told, we’re cheering on as one man tries to slaughter literally hundreds of woodland critters, but it’s hard to be too put out when his prey all have zippers! I might have suggested cutting out 10-15 minutes, but when you have a movie titled Hundreds Of Beavers, size matters! So take a break from the real world and let the brilliant Cheslik and Tews transport you to your happy place.

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stellar-waves · 11 months ago

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staring down the sun [17] *

⏯ chapter index

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truth or consequence, say it aloud

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Maybe real men hide their feelings because they don’t know what the fuck to feel.

Connor feels his heart drop to his stomach as he watches Elena leave. She couldn’t even look at him, and he knows he’s fucked up. Like he’s completely undone everything they’d worked so hard for. All those times she told him to trust her, and he failed to reciprocate. He kissed her. And while he had a damn good reason to, as they both stared death in the face, the fallout from his actions now seem much more terrifying.

Someone says his name, forcing him to blink as he watches Bloom follow Elena upstairs.

“Connor?” Murphy’s voice cuts through the fog in his head.

“Sorry,” he shakes his head, trying to shake the self-doubt, even if only temporarily.

“Welcome back to Earth, man,” Duffy teases as Connor sits down.

“Weather good up in the stratosphere?” Dolly adds with a chuckle.

Connor smiles, mumbling a friendly “fuck ye” as the men giggle.

“Now, now, children,” Smecker interjects, though smiling also. “You sure you can’t figure out what the fuck that symbol means?” he directs to Duffy.

The detective shakes his head. “Sorry. We know it’s for whatever network is going on here, but what that’s called, we got nothing.”

“There is one common thread,” Dolly adds. “It might be nothing, but both watches that the boys found and the hard drive are made of some sort of black-coated metal.”

Smecker grins. “So now we just gotta look out for anything…black. Is that what you’re saying, detective? Think there’s some symbology there?”

Connor partially covers his mouth with his hand as he props his elbow up on the table. He feels his eyes crease from smiling, holding in the very chuckles he hears Murphy and Duffy trying to stifle.

Dolly takes the teasing like a champ, though, smirking as he holds his hands up in a faux surrender. “All I’m saying is there might be a theme here.”

“No, you might be right,” Smecker assures, still grinning. “But unless there’s something else, something bigger that can prove that theory, I’m afraid that’s all it is for now.” He leans back, splitting his attention between the twins. “What do you think, boys?”

Connor and Murphy share their look like always across the table, and Connor clears his throat. “I think we keep hitting these guys to find out more.”

Smecker nods in agreement. “Bloom’s supposed to have the logistics for you, if she and Jensen ever get back down here.”

“Must be girl talk,” Dolly jokes, warranting a laugh from the others, except Connor. He feels his cheeks flush again, something in his gut now churning with regret. What if Elena tells Bloom what happened?

“You jealous, Dolly?” Bloom’s Southern drawl interrupts as she walks back to the table. “I’ll let you know when we’re painting our nails later so you can join,” she teases. “And then we can dish about the boys!”

Connor wants to laugh, but instead, he forces a smile, that gut feeling sinking even more.

Bloom takes her seat just as she had left it, shuffling through her notes and asking what she missed.

“What about Jensen?” Smecker inquires calmly.

Bloom shrugs with nonchalance. “She’ll be down in a bit. Just needed some fresh air, that’s all.”

Smecker seems to accept that answer, though his eyes still look curious. “Well, in any case, the boys agree we should keep going.”

As Bloom and Smecker outline the details of their next mission, Connor drops his eyes to his hands on the table. The permanent reminder on his left hand burns into his mind, seering with all of the truths he holds inside. One truth specifically seems to flicker up from his hand like the flame of his lighter.

“So, what do you say, sparrow?” Connor shoots his eyes up at Smecker’s question, seeing Elena stand at the end of the table with her arms folded in that black jacket and her hips angled in those jeans as she shifts her weight to one side.

God, she looks so cool.

She narrows her eyes confidently. “We keep going.”

Smecker smiles, “That’s what Connor said.”

Blushing, Connor feels the rosy glow migrate to his ears as Elena finally looks at him. Staring at her for even just a few seconds feels more like forever. And when her lips curl up, her emerald-green eyes warm his heart.

Only one other pair of eyes had ever made him feel…something like this—a pair of brown eyes from school. Connor was 16, and that was the only time he found himself saying those three little words to someone who wasn’t family. He was so sure then that it was love. That naive confidence led him to sneak in through her bedroom window one night because he just knew he loved her. But then she moved to Dublin to start university, a world that Connor knew he would never fit in, no matter how many books he read or how many languages he spoke. That couldn’t possibly be love, because love shouldn’t fade away so quickly, never to be seen ever again.

He doesn’t even notice the others wrapping things up and heading their separate ways to prepare for the next mission. He finally blinks and realizes he and Elena are the only ones left. She looks down before he can catch her gaze again and starts for the stairs.

“Elena,” he softly calls after her. She stops and turns around, giving Connor some hope by how she looks at him. He closes the distance, quickly looking around to double-check if anyone else is nearby. Exhaling slowly, he stares into her eyes, but the words still stick to the back of his throat. “I’m sorry…for what I…”

Her face falls slightly. “Don’t worry about it,” she shakes her head subtly, pushing out a small, kind smile. He thought he was getting pretty damn good at reading her, but he can’t tell anymore. He can’t tell if she’s relieved or disappointed.

Maybe Elena doesn’t know what the fuck to feel, either.

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malleusfucker · 2 years ago

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baking with beel

warnings: smut/nsfw, beel being greedy, unprotected sex on the kitchen counter, size kink, belly bulge, creampie, reader is afab but no gender or pronouns are explicitly specified

yeah ngl this shit ended up being so fun to write like i wanted it to be short but i got carried away 😭 this is what happens when you’re horny over beel

words: 1.8k

(also this pic bruh... nah he gotta be pregnant)

~ baking with beel is always fun … said no one ever.

whether it’s his careless actions that result in him accidentally breaking an entire bowl from how hard he whisked the cake mixture, or if it’s him just straight up devouring the raw ingredients before you even get a chance to heat them up! it’s all fun 👍

“what do you mean i can’t eat a raw egg? i heard it's good for you. oh it’s for the cake? oh.”

reality is … baking with beel is a goddamn nightmare, and especially for you, since you are usually always the one who has to deal with the consequences. and dear god there are many.

those particular consequences leave you sore and limp, sticky and in a complete mess.

it always starts off playful and light - how baking should often be - with beel trying his utmost hardest to get the measurements right as his mind always tends to go to “bigger quantity = better”, being the avatar of gluttony, of course that’s expected. his hands shake as he carefully tries to pour a tablespoon of vanilla extract in the bowl, trying so hard to fight the urge to tip the entire bottle instead. bless him, he tries his best and even when he fails- it’s the thought that counts.

but when he does fail … sigh. better hope that all the brothers are out and that the door is shut because, the times that beel eventually feeds into his gluttonous side are the times you always think to yourself “why the fuck did i agree to bake with beel”

the tart was almost complete - burnt all the way through thanks to gordon ramsay not knowing he turned the heat to the maximum setting - but hey, it was edible. all that was left was the whipped cream and with the way beel’s mouth was drooling onto the counter, he was feeling more than peckish.

trying to get cream out of the bottle was always a pain in the ass - your knuckles whitening as you tried desperately to shake and squeeze some out of it, but to no avail. beel thought it would be a great time to step in and help you but knowing how damn greedy he is, not only would all the whipped cream be gone, but it would go along with the bottle due to how much his hunger was increasing.

“hey let me get that-”

“no it’s fine, i’ve got it.”

“you look like you’re struggling, just let me-”

your back and forth bickering and snatching of the bottle would only result in what you could call an unfortunate fate, when all of a sudden-

pfftftt!

cream right all over your face and neck.

“shit.” is what comes to your mind first as soon as you see the demon’s face towering above you. licking his lips, he steps towards you with eyes that could rival asmo's in their lust and hunger, along with giant hands that seem to be gravitating to your body. “beel… just let me wipe it off-” not even a sentence is able to be drawn out of your mouth before the demon is engulfing you, his long wet tongue licking stripes up your face, feeling the sweetness suddenly hit him as if it was ecstasy.

and that’s all it takes for his mind to vanish. his demeanour suddenly shifting to something even more insatiable than before, which to you, was fucking terrifying.

you trip and stumble as he presses his weight onto you with your back hitting the edge of the counter. feeling nothing but the sensation of his lips and tongue smothering you only made your head feel hot and dizzy.

it’s already way too much, and the fire hasn’t even been lit yet.

you want to push him away, you want to tell him to stop - but you physically can’t. his eager tongue finally found its way to yours, sloppily kissing and licking your lips with drool running down your chin and onto your neck.

god he’s always so messy.

he grips your thighs, pushing you up onto the counter as his kisses continue to drown you, his tongue overlapping with yours in such a greedy manner it almost makes you choke.

“beel…someone’s gonna see us…” you muttered heavy breaths between kisses, his mouth soon being deterred from yours and finding your neck where he started to lap up the remainder of the cream like a new-born kitten. “mmm…don’t care.” he let out a low grunt, his hot breath fanning over your neck as his fingers slowly crept up your thighs, massaging the flesh.

unfortunately, beel doesn’t take things in moderation. meaning that once he feels that “hunger” in his gut, it’s going to take an army to try and reel him back in. and those scales have been more than tipped at that point.

his impatient fingers found their way underneath your shorts; clawing and plucking at your underwear, feeling the bulge in his pants press against the counter as he continued to lean into you. as much as your mind insisted on pushing him away, your body thought otherwise - caving in as you felt your arousal drip inches from where beel’s fingers were. but any sane person would know that you can’t hide anything from the avatar of gluttony; his eyes widening and nose twitching as he felt the scent of your excitement blast his senses.

that hand that was sensibly nipping at your underwear had now ripped the entire thing off your body, along with your shorts, breathing heavily as he continued to assault your face and neck with his tongue. you gasped as a result of the cool air suddenly wafting over your bareness, hearing beel’s grunts get louder and more frequent only made you twitch and feel nervous. it seemed that beel would then mimic the instincts to that of an animal in heat, instantly pulling his sweatpants down to reveal his thick, aching cock - it practically begged for your attention with how flushed and hard it had gotten.

beel’s size was no joke. the way it pulsated and throbbed as he started to stroke it, seeing pre-cum drip and leak out of the fat tip made you gulp. he muttered inaudible apologies into your neck as he had already aligned himself against your entrance, licking and kissing your skin between words as if to make up for the agonising pain he was about to inflict upon you. and that pain was soon to become a reality. even knowing that there was no preparation beforehand, beel’s lust outweighed his guilt as he slowly slid his thick cock into you, drawing cries and pleads out of your lips as your body tensed up from the pain. he wanted desperately to kiss you, to praise and tell you how much he loved you - he would never in a million years think of ever hurting you, but it seemed like his mind was clouded by the sensation of you tightening and clenching around him as he started to sway his hips. you immediately wrapped your arms and legs around him, muffling your whines of pain as you cried into his neck.

it hurt. badly.

you felt shockwaves fizz up your spine as he continued to pound you on the counter, lewd squelching sounds that could soon be heard as he started to grunt and growl, biting and drooling over your neck.

beel was a demon after all. any humanity that continued to linger was soon out of the window as he sped up his pace, his giant cock poking and prodding at your cervix; it slightly bulging out of your stomach with each thrust.

it seemed as if it was a lightbulb moment for him as his violet eyes lit up, seeing the outline of his cock protruding from your tummy made those gnawing feelings of shame almost evaporate.

he couldn’t take it. watching your small frame quiver and tremble against his, the way your hole continued to squeeze and milk him even as you felt yourself start to loosen up from the pleasure - it was all far too much for him. he slowly pressed his thumb onto the bulge in your stomach, mewling against your mouth as his face leaned in to kiss you. “haah, you’re so… tiny…” his words in combination with his thrusts made your stomach turn. that splitting pain that stung you so intensely to begin with started to fade, feeling it gradually being replaced with waves of pleasure as he continued to hit and pound every spot.

you arched your back in return to the pleasure that was beginning to flood over you as his hand slowly made its way down your body, lazily rubbing and massaging your clit in small circles. with his other hand tightening its grip on your thigh, he sank his claws into the flesh as he started to feel his climax rise - his thrusts getting sloppier and more erratic by the second. “fuck, beel…’gonna kill me-”

and it seemed like beel really was an animal in heat - being that if he was a dog, his tail would be pathetically wagging behind him as he was rutting desperately inside you, his tongue lolling out as he panted and heaved. “it feels too good…’can’t stop…” he felt his balls tighten as he carried on smacking his hips against yours, your moans being those of pleasure rather than of pain as you too felt your orgasm rapidly approach. he slid his hand under your thigh, propping your legs up even further up his waist so that could hit even deeper into you - not that he wasn’t already, feeling yourself practically get winded every time his huge cock slammed into you.

drool and spit dribbled out of his open mouth, placing hot, wet kisses on your lips messily. “mmhh…fuck. ‘m close…can i cum inside you? please let me cum inside you...” his desperate and aching pleas made you melt onto the counter beneath you, burying your face into his, you muffled your moans with a kiss as you felt yourself cum suddenly around his cock. it seemed that just a final kiss was enough for him to completely burst; grunting as he unleashed and pumped copious loads of white cum into you, causing you to whimper as you felt him completely fill you up. your eyes rolled back with body twitching, feeling the way his cum oozed and dripped out of you as he frantically sought to ride out his high.

he looked so cute. pathetic and quiet whimpers escaping his lips as he gently kissed your forehead, caressing your trembling thighs with his thumb as he eased his leaking cock out of you. “god beel… you made such a mess.” he pouted and carefully lifted your body off of the counter, preparing to shamefully carry you around for the remainder of the day as your legs were too weak to even stand.

you exhaled and gave a soft kiss to his collarbones as he gently walked you towards his room while holding you in his strong arms.

and this is why baking with beel is always a terrible idea.

(and yes, he did go back and eat the tart.)

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zhongliologist · 4 years ago

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Breeding Kink | Dragon!Zhongli

Pairing: Zhongli x fem!reader

Genre: SMUTTTT!!

Words: 4.6k

A/N: So uh yeah, this was mainly inspired by hcs from @genshin-spice!! thank you for the ideas sjkdha as well as the asks I have received! I decided to combine them into one fic bc im lazy i hope u like it jkasdha

Warning: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, SO MINORS OUT THERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

It was in the dead of the night.

Zhongli breathed in; eyes dilated.

His study was quiet—yet all he could hear was his heart beat pounding violently against his chest and the sound of skin rubbing against skin.

He couldn’t take it.

In Zhongli’s mind was an image of you in positions you have never been before. He could see you on the bed as he pins you down, ass high up as he gripped on your waist until bruises form. He could see sheathing himself completely into you, reeling at the erotic sounds which escaped your lips as he roughly thrusts in and out.

The grip of his hand tightened, moving up and down his enlarged shaft. Zhongli grunted as he felt his digits grind on a particularly sensitive spot. It would’ve been better if it was your mouth instead of his hands.

“YN….! Nghh…!”

Ignoring his locks thrown askew by his movements, Zhongli continued to see you in his mind’s eyes. Precious, beautiful; more than any stone or gem in the world. He’ll spread you out, pleasuring you and worshipping your body with his tongue. In every turn, he would leave his marks, proving that you were his and his only.

“Ahh…darling…I just…want to…!”

He growled, speeding up the movement of his wrist. He could feel himself grow even bigger as scales begin to form on his skin, as his nails turn sharper.

Zhongli wanted you. He wanted to pound into wildly until you keen and clamp around him; until you become a staggering mess of moans and drool. You will be quivering as your orgasm washes over you, yet he wouldn’t stop. This wasn’t the time to stop.

“Ughh….haa…! YN….! YN…! I’m close—!”

He’ll push even deeper, harder; making sure the tip of his cock reaches your womb. And that’s when he’ll release his warm seed into you, filling you up until his cum is dripping from your hole, until you were spent on the bed and still shaking from the intensity.

That’s not enough, Zhongli could sense something growl in him. Not enough.

You will be screaming with oversensitivity as he pushes inside you once more, his dick still hard as he keeps on going. You will be muttering his name ceaselessly as he fills you up, cumming inside you over and over again until you get pregnant with his child.

Yes.

The image of you on the bed, exhausted from his relentless pounding as cum leaks from your hole, surely pregnant with his child burned vividly inside his imagination. It sent an overwhelming surge of pleasure towards his cock; urging him to climax.

“Nnnh—!”

In one move, Zhongli orgasmed, his cum spurting to his stomach and clothes as he breathed in heavily. He tried to calm himself down yet the image of him cumming inside you was still so fresh that his excitement wouldn’t subside.

“…what is…this…?”

It seemed like his libido has peaked dramatically in the past few weeks. Normally, he could withstand not having any sexual activity for some time, especially when you were out of town, but for some reason, all he could think about right now was fucking you senseless.

He touched the scales on his arm. It also hasn’t escaped his notice how he would often show some of his draconic features in the midst of it all. There was only one thing that he could think of.

“Could it be…”

Wait. He hasn’t been in heat for more than a thousand years, and for it to appear right now is mind boggling to the say the least. But he could no longer see this at any other angle. It must have been triggered by your presence, in some way or another. The beast in him knew how he was madly in love with you, how he had taken you as his mate, and now it wants nothing but for you to bear him offspring.

Zhongli sighed. This is a matter that should be discussed first with you. Yet his heat is upon him and if it comes to it, he had to protect you even from himself. Zhongli sighed again heavily and gazed at the wedding ring on his left finger.

“It seems the need arises to arrange necessary measures.

“Please explain to me, in some way or another,” you started. “…why I cannot see my own husband in my own house.”

With brows furrowed and arms on your hips, you glared at the offending ‘guards’ loitering around outside the bedroom as they looked at you with a panicked expressions. There were a few familiar faces like QiQi, who was busy staring at nothing and Xiangling, who simply came to visit to deliver freshly cooked dishes from Wanmin Restaurant.

“Dr. Baizhu!” you called out when you were only met with silence.

Giving you a worried look, the doctor tried to calm the situation but to no avail.

“Look, YN…” the doctor hesitated. “Mr. Zhongli is under…certain conditions which makes it dangerous for you to go anywhere near him.”

You blinked, mouth frowning as you tried to make sense of what he was trying to tell you. “And what would that be?”

Travelling around Teyvat for quite some time, you had only returned to Liyue and to your husband (of a year and a quarter) today; and to be denied access to somehow greet and touch the person you had missed so dearly only irked your frustration. You were determined that the first thing you do when you return was to run straight into his arms, kiss him hard and talk to him about an important matter in both your lives, but it seemed like the odds weren’t in your favor.

“Well,” Dr. Baizhu struggled to reply, as he was under the implicit instruction not to reveal the exact details. “All I can say is that it’s a condition where Mr. Zhongli wouldn’t be able to act properly around you. But please don’t worry, it’s not contagious and it’ll be over in a week or so.”

If anything, the vagueness only alarmed you. What illness could possibly make him lose control like that? Zhongli, as you knew him, was always someone who regarded himself with propriety and dignity. If this condition can weaken him like that, you were all the more worried.

“I…If that’s the case, then I really need to see him,” you insisted, now concern etched into your eyes. “I can’t just leave him alone like this.”

Stand firm, Dr. Baizhu. My wife is especially stubborn—he had been warned a few days before, dismissing it as something a husband would normally say about his wife, but now that he was face to face with that stubbornness he had been warned with, it seemed like he had underestimate you.

“YN…I…” he breathed in as he placed a consoling hand on your shoulders. “I would not recommend seeing Mr. Zhongli at this point—”

“Just a peek wouldn’t hurt, right?” you interrupted. “I just want to see him.”

The doctor gazed down at you with an apologetic look, fully understanding why you were desperate in your request. You haven’t seen him for quite some time, and to find him sick and unable to see him when you finally returned—he could understand. He really does. That’s why, in the end, the doctor relented. He’ll face the consequences later on.

“Alright,” Dr. Baizhu sighed. “Just a peek and nothing more, got it?”

Upon hearing his words, your face brightened up in a flash. “Thank you, doctor!”

As he led you to the door of the master’s bedroom, you followed silently behind; watching as Dr. Baizhu unlocked the door from the outside—why would they need to lock it anyway, you thought—and pushed the door slightly ajar.

You pursed your lips.

In a breath, you knocked the doctor aside and went in as quickly as you could; shutting the door behind you as he protested from the outside. Apologies, Dr. Baizhu…!

Swiftly recovering from the sudden action, you noticed that it was dark inside; the windows shut and heavy curtains blocking any stray sunshine. The only source of light was the single glowing lantern at the far end of the room which only illuminated half of your face and offered a simple silhouette of your husband sitting on the bed.

You breathed in a sigh of relief.

“Right. I don’t really have much time, and I already duped Dr. Baizhu, so I’ll make this quick. I just want you to know that I’m back, and while I do have something I want to talk about with you, I’ll wait till this gets sorted out. So if you need anything, I’m right here—”

You halted; ears trained at the low growl you just noticed.

“…Zhongli…?” you asked, apprehension rising as you took a step forward.

“Why are you here?”

He finally spoke, yet instead of the sweet deep hum of his voice, this one was a lot harsher.

“What…?” you asked, surprised at his words. “I-I just wanted to see you…”

“You’re not allowed here,” Zhongli continued as he rose from the bed, his frame seemingly much taller that usual yet the darkness had hindered you from telling clearly. “It seems Dr. Baizhu has failed to stop you.”

Brows furrowed, you spoke with a waver in your voice. “Zhongli, what’s wrong…?”

In a bat of an eye, he was in front of you, pining you against the door with his lithe form. His clutches were firm but gentle enough not to hurt you as you felt him look closely at you. Daring your eyes to open, finally, finally, you could see him.

His usual warm amber orbs were now glowing golden, his pupils turned into slits. You could see scales on his skin and horns on his head as he grasped your wrists with his clawed hands. You would’ve screamed if you weren’t too surprised. Astonishment was an understatement of how you felt at that exact moment.

“Do you now see what is wrong?” he snarled at you, his eyes narrowing.

Taking in a gulp, you tried to calm yourself. This is still Zhongli, just different. You were used to the unusual things happening around him because of his status as an ex-archon, but this just takes the cake.

“Wha—why are you half….half dragon?!” you exclaimed.

He could feel him make a disgruntled noise as his grip on you tightened. “That is of no importance. You have to leave before I lose my sense of control.”

You glared at him, finally realizing that he was still the husband you knew; probably just a bit frustrated.

“No. Tell me exactly what’s happening Zhongli. It is my responsibility as your wife to take care of you, and I can’t possibly leave you like this without knowing the full extent of the problem.”

Zhongli clicked his tongue and closed his eyes, exasperated at your mulish behavior. Why can’t you just follow obediently? He was really weak against you; even more so at that exact moment.

You can’t hold his cheeks with your hands pinned but you at least tried to console the obvious turmoil inside of him. “I’m right here, love. It’s alright…you can tell me.”

In an instant, Zhongli conceded, melting at your presence as he nuzzled himself on your neck, his breath tickling your skin. He always loved your scent; amplified by his draconic instincts, it was even more intoxicating.

“As a dragon, I am in heat,” he whispered just below your ear as you felt him smirk. “Are you still willing to help me out?”

Heat…?!

You immediately flushed at the implication of his words. Sex was no stranger in your relationship even before you became husband and wife, but for some reason, at the suggestion of Zhongli being in heat, you became bashful like a giddy schoolgirl.

“I-I…! Of course!” you replied despite the tumble in your voice. “I’m your wife, it’s only natural that we satisfy each other’s…er…sexual needs…”

Zhongli made a low chuckle as he allowed his lips to graze your skin.

“Have you understood what being in heat truly entails?” he replied, unable to contain the intensity in his voice. “This is not simply an act of making love. I will fuck you. And I will fuck hard, YN. Do you understand?”

It was incredible how his mere words were enough to make your legs shake and your lips quiver. His effect on you has always been like this, but for some reason, in his half dragon form, it had only became more powerful.

“Z-Zhongli…I—”

“This will be different from everything we did so far,” he interrupted you. “I will be rough and relentless. I will bite you and mark you that you are mine and mine only. I will not stop even if you tell me to. I will keep on pounding into you until your womb is full of my seed, and even then, I will not stop. I will breed into you until you become pregnant with my child. Do you truly understand?”

You bit your lip. His words were swirling in your head like a thick soup of lustful thoughts; pushing you into arousal. If he was meaning to scare you, then it had surely backfired.

“I do,” you replied, as he pulled away from you to look into your eyes. “And I want you to do all those things to me.”

For a moment, Zhongli stared at you; speechless and totally caught off guard by your reply. It seems like he hadn’t expected you to agree at all. You were supposed to be frightened, freaked out by his monster-like appearance, but here you are taking up the challenge as if it was nothing.

He grunted as soon as he realized you weren’t backing off. He knew who he had married.

“There is no guarantee that I can control myself later on, YN,” he cautioned you one more time. “I have no wish to hurt you, my love.”

You smiled at him, loosening his grip on your wrists and gently caressing his face. “I know, and I trust you.”

With a sigh, Zhongli stood up straight and scooped you from your place. Carrying you on his arms, he then dropped you unceremoniously on the bed with an ungraceful plop. He gazed at you from above; the power of his eyes never waning.

Because of how dark it was, you have never noticed that he was naked all over. But with the light shining just to the side, you could see his dragon features much more clearly now—dark scales scattered all over his skin, golden horns on his head, sharp claws for hands and feet, as well a tail which was moving back and forth. Shifting your eyes downward, you promptly bit your lip.

You begin to feel apprehensive. It was natural that his dick is much bigger than his human form, but could that even fit inside you? Would you even survive after being fucked with that?

“Zhongli…um….just a moment—"

“You have been warned, YN,” Zhongli finally said as he crawled above you, never breaking eye contact. “I will no longer hold myself back.”

Pining both your wrists above your head, Zhongli cupped your cheeks and captured your lips in a harsh yet searing kiss. His tongue was immediately against yours, exploring your mouth and licking your lips which he had missed for so many months.

He had your breath knocked out of you immediately, as you struggled to keep up with the rapidly electrifying pace he had set. His hands were all over your body as he kept his lips close to yours as if he was trying to devour you. Zhongli wasn’t kidding when he told you he was going to be rough.

Like a rabid beast, he quickly made work of your clothes; ripping them open with his sharp claws as he jumped from your lips to your neck—his favorite place to mark you. He knew every sensitive pulse to suck and nip at; tongue and lips meandering at every dip and rise of the muscles on your neck. Soon enough, he had left it with dark splotches of color on his wake, keening at his handiwork as if it had satisfied the animal in him.

In the sea of silken sheets and two bodies intertwined, you arched to his touch, loving how his mouth descended to your breast, flicking his tongue at your pert nipple. You could feel waves upon waves of arousal as he assaulted you lavishly with his mouth and lips—making sure he worships every inch of your body.

“Z-Zhongli…!”

You could feel his horns touch your skin, his tail twirling around your leg to spread them open; ready for him when he crosses that bridge. It didn’t help how he kept on tracing your skin with the blunt side of his claws, fascinated at how your flesh dipped; at how he was only one push behind before he draws out blood. But you were becoming increasingly sensitive the more he kept on marking your whole body and it only served to add a distinct kind of pleasure from his mouth and tongue.

He was right, this was different from everything you had done so far. This was feral, animalistic and unrestrained. All his past gentle touches were gone, only to be replaced but such an intensity that kept you panting.

“I suppose it is time to get you ready for me.”

Releasing your wrists so he can spread you open, Zhongli gazed up at you as he tore off your underwear, tossing the offending fabric to some corner of the room. You both could see how drenched you were, with him smirking at you as he dipped. And just like he said, he didn’t hold himself back.

In an instant, his tongue was around your clit; sucking and licking at the sensitive nub. You arched on the bed, your hands on his horns as you tried to hide your lustful cries. He growled at you from below, the vibrations eliciting a novel sensation which only made you even more aroused.

“Zhong…li…p-please! Wait—”

You were rapidly getting lightheaded from the sheer pleasure of his tongue, your body shaking as he swiped up your cunt, saving every drop of your juices leaking out. He kept your legs open with his strong claws, making you unable to do anything but submit to his ministrations.

Since he couldn’t insert his digits in you, he pushed his tongue into your hole; the wriggling sensation making your eyes turn. It was incredible how he felt; face buried in your cunt as he kept on licking you like a starved man.

“Oh god….! Please…please! Zhongli! I’m close…! I—”

With toes curled, you shut your eyes tight as your mouth flew open for a loud moan. Each pulse of your orgasm engulfing you with pleasure as Zhongli went on without stopping; electricity running underneath your skin.

Just like that, Zhongli pulled away and straddled you between his legs. His burning feral eyes looking down on you as he pumped his cock right before your face. You knew what he was planning to do.

“Open your mouth.”

Unable to deny him despite how lightheaded you are, you opened your lips and slowly took him in, accommodating his large girth and trying not to choke. It wasn’t like this was your first time but you were sucking off a monster of a cock, and your mouth can only fit so much of it.

Twirling your tongue around the tip, you did the best that you could. You knew where he was most sensitive in and kept attacking those places with your tongue. Licking up his shaft and sucking on a prominent vein, you slowly began to enter a lull of arousal—all you could think of was sucking him off, loving how he grinds himself inside your mouth with a guttural groan.

With his claws gripping your head, Zhongli pushed even harder, making you deepthroat him and gagging at how forceful it was. He kept on fucking your mouth, his large dick hitting the back of your throat at every thrust. It seemed painful and it was, as tears streamed down your cheeks, but you were also getting off of it, your cunt once again drenched.

You loved how full your mouth was of him, how the pain and the pleasure melded together into an incomprehensible yet hedonistic sensation. He was rough but you loved it.

Suddenly however, Zhongli pulled out from your mouth, his cock bobbing on his toned stomach. He gazed down at you who seemed to have woken up from a trance with watery eyes and pre-cum stained face.

“That’s enough. I think you’re ready.”

Dazed, you could only watch as he returned to his previous position; rubbing his cock on your drenched cunt. Every time he touches your clit, you groaned in delight—your writhing figure only served to push him further into carnality.

Without any warning, he sheathed his dick inside of you in one sharp thrust as you cried out so loudly from the sudden stimulation. He was so thick and you were so full of him in an instant; your cunt quivering from almost cumming.

“Z-Zhong…li…! Nnngh!”

The image of you underneath him—back arched and face in pure ecstasy—Zhongli could no longer stop himself. You were clenching around him so tightly; the warmth of your folds urging him to fuck you senseless.

And he did. Pulling almost all the way out, Zhongli then pounded back into roughly; grunting at how you felt so good around him. He continued to thrust into you, setting up a rough and harsh pace as he chased his own high.

“You take me in so well, YN,” he whispered as he bent down, your leg hanging on his shoulders. “Hang in there, love.”

All you could feel was him inside you, grazing on your most sensitive spots; turning you delirious with pleasure. He was so big, stretching you to your limits and it felt so good as he kept with his unrelenting thrusts; your cries fueling him to push harder.

His lips were on yours once again; determined to have them swollen with his intense kisses. He had long been waiting for this—every night where he had only had his hand to relieve him; he would think of you in this exact position. But now that he could finally be one with you, he couldn’t help revel in the absolute bliss of your embrace.

With his mouth, he continued where he left off on your breasts; giving the pert nipples more attention with a little bite. You could only scream at the sudden stimulation as it paired perfectly well with his every violent thrust; once again nearing you to the brink of climax.

“Z-Zhongli….Zhongli…! Aah…please…I can’t! It’s…too much!”

“No…” he growled at you, his claws now on your hips, easily manhandling you as he kept on pounding again and again. “I won’t stop.”

Skin slapping against skin was heard all over the room other than your hoarse whimpers and his deep groans. Limbs trembling at the overstimulation, you could only grasp on the sheets as Zhongli pleasured himself inside of you.

You were close…so close to climax that it only took one harsh thrust for you to come undone; screaming and clenching around him like a vice grip.

In his eyes, you were so beautiful, so erotic as he watched your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave. He can’t help but think of how you would look like filled up with his seed, how he would breed into you until you bear him children.

Zhongli immediately felt you tighten up; groaning as he also felt his own orgasm upon him. As the both of you connected glances, he pushed himself further into you, his pace becoming more erratic.

“Nghh…! Take my seed…YN…!”

He moaned as he shoved deep inside of you, his thick cock filling you up with his warm seed. You convulsed once again, loving the way he was cumming inside of you, your eyes seeing nothing but stars.

Breathing in an out, you tried to calm your wildly beating heart as he pulled out. You sighed at the sudden emptiness, already missing how he felt inside you. Trying to find his eyes, you were able to exchange glances as you laid on the bed, breathless.

However, he only returned your fucked out expression with a smirk, which only became more devilish with the slits in his eyes. He could see his cum beginning to leak out from your hole; the image like a drug in his system, sending him into overdrive.

“Did you think we’re already done?” he asked as he turned you around, your ass high up on the air. “That would hardly get you pregnant, my love.”

With those words, he plunged his still hard dick back inside of you who was keening at the sudden stretch.

“…mnn…Zhongli…!” you cried. “I…I’m still sensitive!”

He only chuckled at your protests. Leaning down, he took a bite of your shoulder, and then began to look on the indentations he left.

“Did you conveniently forget the fact that I am a dragon in heat?” he asked, leaving another set of love bites on your shoulder blades. “I will stop at nothing until you are filled to the brim with my seed.”

“…Z-Zhongli…wait…!”

Your husband once again moved roughly, his lips now busy with decorating your back with his marks. Tonight, you will be full of him—his scent, his marks, his seed—you belong to him and no one else.

For the rest of the night, he did exactly what he promised. Zhongli kept on fucking you over and over, and cumming inside you every single time. He seemed to have endless stamina, and kept on going for hours on end. The both of you tried every position possible—from you riding him to him fucking you on his lap—there was no respite.

It was when you heard the roosters crow and the bright singing of the birds that Zhongli finally stopped. Buried on stained sheets and throes of pillows, he finally collapsed beside you who was still trembling from your last orgasm—how many times was it? You had already lost count.

“Have you calmed down now?” you asked, still breathless as you felt him creep a hand around your waist to pull you into a tight snuggle.

Your husband hummed. “Yes. For now, that is.

“So there’s more?”

He kissed the nape of your neck now adorned by his bitemarks. “I did precisely tell you that I am in heat, darling. Heats do not last for a night.”

You sighed at his reply and then turned to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “I’ll be ready then.”

With your words, Zhongli only chuckled, nuzzling against you. “It is still beyond me how you easily agreed. There is no doubt that you will be with child after this.”

A smile crept on your lips.

“Well, actually…that was what I was hoping to talk to you about,” you replied as you covered his arm with yours. “I was going to say I’ll be resigning from adventuring, and focus on finding work here in Liyue so that we can stay close like this.”

“Oh…” was all he could say as everything fell into its rightful places.

“It turned out quite better than expected, didn’t it?” you told him with a grin.

“It did,” Zhongli replied. “Now get some rest, we’ll continue once you wake up.”

#genshin impact #zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #s!ns

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Signalis Review

Content Warning: ommetaphobia, unreality, description of violence

Signalis is a classic-style survival horror game in the same vein as the original Resident Evil games. It hit digital storefronts a little less than a month ago after being published by Humble Games. The game is a classic survival horror game in its truest sense, inheriting design decisions that most AAA horror games have abandoned decades ago and refining the formula to near-perfection.

[Image ID: Signalis’ title screen, featuring a blue eye which follows the cursor, as well as options for “continue,” “settings,” “credits,” and “quit.”]

1: Resident Evil walked...

Am I really about to say that Signalis is straight-up better than any survival horror game of old? Well, maybe, but stay with me on this.

Signalis’ gameplay is most comparable to the original Resident Evil games. You navigate Elster, the main character, through a series of cramped areas with limited resources and ammunition, with the goal of collecting all of the items and information you need to complete the next puzzle at-hand. Later in the game, a lot of the puzzles get very non-linear, in such a way that you are spending a lot of time going to various places around the map, scouring every area for items and documents that you have no way of knowing if they’ll actually help you progress. On your way to solve these puzzles you’ll have to figure out a way to avoid, or, all other options failing, fight your way through these enemies.

[Image ID: A screenshot of Signalis.Elster points a pistol at a gaunt humanoid in a dark room. On the edge of the screen, a large-looking man is pointing a weapon with a laser sight at Elster. On the ground behind Elster are the dead corpses of other enemies, including one that appears to have a large sweater sleeve instead of a head.]

The enemy design is pretty typical, but there are some unique highlights. They’re all zombie-like creatures with static-y visages and a want for your death, but not all of them are created equal. There are some with shields, some that are really good at rushing you, and some of them are silly little guys with one comically long sweater sleeve instead of a head (you can see one lying on the ground in the screenshot above.) Most enemies, especially in the early game, can be run around no problem, but this isn’t without its own consequences (put a pin in that.)

Combat generally feels good, but its not without issue. Unlike classic Resident Evil, I don’t feel like I’m fighting the controls just to move around or perform simple game actions like “shoot a man.” However, later in the game where there are higher-intensity encounters with more enemies, the limitations of the control scheme definitely show up. For me, anyway, this added to the experience. Signalis’ controls operate on a nice middle ground where they’re perfectly usable until the exact moment where you need them to work well the most, which is a great vibe for a survival horror game.

Throughout the game, the game rates you on two axes: Overclustered vs. Fragmented and Hypersensitive vs. Catatonic, conveniently displayed at all times on your status menu. These ratings are for, respectively, how much killing you do and how much damage you take. If you kill more enemies, you’re more Fragmented, if you take more damage, you’re more Hypersensitive, and vice versa for the other to ends of each respective axis. This rating has no direct gameplay impact but it does have impact on a few story-related things later in the game. Other than that, it’s a neat way to get a sense of what your Signalis playstyle is. Personally I ended up hovering around Overclustered, Catatonic for most of the game, but towards the end I started shifting towards Hypersensitive instead.

[Image ID: A 2-axis chart in the shape of a hexagon labelled “Diagnostics”. The X axis is Overclustered vs. Fragmented. The Y axis is Hypersensitive vs. Catatonic. The current rating is all the way towards Fragmented, with a slight lean towards Hypersensitive.]

I found the game to be relatively easy all things considered. I only died a total of five times in my playthrough, and three of those were to barbed wire fence that I couldn’t see properly because I didn’t bring my flashlight (long story). If you’re experienced at survival horror games or other similar games I’d recommend tuning the difficulty up a notch from “normal” to “survival” mode.

Puzzle design is probably the standout feature of Signalis’ gameplay. What starts out as a series of pretty by-the-numbers keyhunting puzzles morphs over time into a series of mind-boggling sequences that were genuinely very difficult for me to keep track of, with series upon series of sub-puzzle building up to one ultimate puzzle (honestly usually its just a locked door that needs 6 keys or something) for each area. Often times, you’ll be presented with a puzzle and hints but you’ll need to backtrack through all of the other areas in order to find items that will actually help you complete it. And of course, this backtracking is another opportunity for the enemies to sink their teeth into you. My favorite one of these is one in the middle of the game where you find a hand embedded into the wall, and have to place rings on its fingers based on a series of obscure clues. The rings themselves are scattered all over the level, usually locked behind other puzzles that you have to solve. Nothing in the game is so complicated that you’d really get stuck, but they’re hard enough that they make you feel clever for figuring them out. They aren’t really hand-holdy either. There’s a puzzle early on in the game where you’re given a cipher for a safe’s keypad, but not all of the digits. As far as I can tell, the only way to progress is to brute-force the keycode, which luckily isn’t hard as there’s only one character missing from the cipher that we care about.

One of my favorite aspects of the game’s puzzle design is the radio receiver. This is an item that you receive early on that allows you to tune into different frequencies. Initially, you only use it for simple things like intercepting a radio broadcast with the key code to a safe, but later on you start using it for much more involved puzzles and it feels really gratifying whenever you end up using it. There are also enemies in the game which are caught in feedback loops, with copies of copies, roaming the area. You can only defeat them by tuning into their frequency and determining the origin of the loop, and destroying that one, which is a really neat way to integrate the radio into combat.

[Image ID: Four enemies outlined in red circles face down Elster. Visual glitches appear on the screen, like static and the word “VIDEO” in large bold in the upper left. Elster is tuned into radio frequency 202.000 Khz in an attempt to determine the origin of the feedback loop.]

One thing that does detract from the puzzle gameplay is the limited inventory space. I understand that in games like these, inventory space is limited to disincentivize the player from hoarding resources, but I think that Signalis ends up taking it a step too far. You are given 6 total inventory slots, each of which can hold one item or a stack of a few consumable items. If you want to carry a healing item, a weapon, ammo for the weapon, and the flashlight (and trust me you do want to carry the flashlight), you’re left with two inventory slots for key items or anything else you pick up on the way. There were multiple points in which I went to unlock a new area and had to backtrack all the way back to my safe room to put items back in the box because there was more than one item in the locked room that I needed. You do learn to live with it though, and by end-game I started taking riskier setups (just a gun with no backup ammo, no healing items, etc.) in order to make the full use out of the inventory space that I had. This inventory system also shines during boss fights, where managing your inventory space can become a fun little minigame in its own right. This is especially true for the final boss.

[Image ID: An inventory screen that looks like it’s running on a CRT monitor. 4 of 6 slots are taken up by Repair Spray, a Flashlight, a Pistol, and Pistol Ammo. The flashlight module is highlighted, and a readout reads “A shoulder-mounted flashlight module. Powered by internal Replika power supply when installed.]

All of the gameplay comes together to produce a really solid whole for a survival horror game. Combat is challenging, especially later on, but never so frustrating that I felt like I wanted to give up or take a break. Puzzle design was good and made me feel clever for figuring out all the solutions. There’s enough to love in the combat and puzzle design that you could probably go through the game with just those, but Signalis adds a cherry on top of the gameplay with an incredible and distinct visual style.

2: New/Old 2D/3D Style

Signalis has a pretty unique art style, comprising mostly of a pixel art aesthetic with limited 3D in the gameplay overworld, with pixellated CGs and PS1-looking 3D for story and puzzle sequences. The visuals were immediately striking to me, with a distinctly grimy feel that brings out its retro-scifi aesthetic.

[Image ID: Elster stands in a room lit by a single green bulb above. There is a closed cryogenic pod, connected to a series of pipes in the background. 4 CRT monitors output unreadable information. On the right, there is a pennant with a Penrose triangle, with the phrase “Penrose | 512″ written on it.]

One of my favorite aspects of this game’s visual design in moment-to-moment gameplay is how thin the distinction between 2D and 3D assets are. For most of the game, it’s pretty difficult to tell if something is rendered in 2D or 3D. I think that all of the characters are 3D models, but honestly if I was told that they were 2D sprites I would totally believe them. The filtering on the 3D elements of this game is done superbly, to the point where most of those elements just look like 2D spritework in their own right. The visuals give everything an atmosphere that you can just bite into, which brings out the best in the game’s ability to invoke tense situations.

[Image ID: Elster points a gun at a humanoid figure, which is chopping meat at a kitchen counter. There is only one light source, which illuminates only part of the room in a dingy yellow light. Counters around the room are all covered in blood and meat.]

Outside of the moment-to-moment gameplay, several areas that require finer interaction are rendered in a 3D first-person perspective. These also look wonderful, as the PSX looking 3D is a great counterbalance to the dingy pixel art of the sections where you can free roam. I don’t have much to say in words here so I’m gonna let the visuals speak for themselves a little.

[Image ID: A first-person perspective of the cockpit of a spaceship, with three monitors and hundreds of buttons. The ship appears to be crashed in a snowy wasteland. A pop-up on screen shows a polaroid photograph of a woman with white hair, and text reads “Pick up Photograph?”]

[Image ID: A first-person perspective of two arms, jutting out from a wall. One is clasped over an opening in said wall, while the other holds out the back of its hand towards you.]

[Image ID: A first-person perspective of a CRT screen, which shows a keycard embedded in what appears to be a skull. Text at the top of the screen reads “BILDM ROEN - OBJ D” and on the right there is a control panel with arrow keys which has wires jutting out of the top.]

The 3D visuals captivate me in a way that I can’t really describe. Maybe I just love the PSX horror aesthetic that this game nails so well in these moments.

In cutscenes, the game uses a combination of 3D animation and prerendered 2D CGs which are usually striking. The pixel art in the CGs is gorgeous and brings across the emotions of the characters incredibly well.

[Image ID: A close-up of Elster’s left eye. It’s bright blue and stares off into the middle distance.]

The 3D animation in these cutscenes bring across a similar vibe to the first-person puzzle environments, a crunchy PSX horror feel that really brings out the most of the game’s setting.

[Image ID: A spaceship crashed in a snowy wasteland, rendered in 3D. Its wing features an insignia with a compass, three stars, and a wreath of wheat, evocative of the flag of East Germany during the Cold War.

As far as visual options go, there are a few. The game defaults to 50 hz, likely because the developers are European and that was the standard in Europe during the era of gaming that they’re borrowing their aesthetic from. It also features a CRT filter and a film grain filter. The film grain filter is just intrusive in my opinon, it doesn’t really add much to the experience. The CRT filter is very cool and looks good, but it also makes some (admittedly mostly superfluous) text unreadable, which is a definite drawback.

[Image ID: The same cryo-pod room as earlier, but with the CRT filter turned on.]

Overall I have absolutely no issues with this game’s visuals. It’s got a striking style and really knows what it wants to be. There is a slight amount of dissonance between the various aesthetics of the Anime-style CGs, the 2D overworld, and the 3D first person segments, but I think that dissonance adds, rather than detracts from the overall experience. This aesthetic is only enhanced by the sound design, which is phenomenal. I have little to say beyond that for the sound effects, but I would be loathe not to mention the soundtrack.

The music that plays during combat is heavy and grimy, adding to the frantic and tense atmosphere that the game so carefully builds up. The game also features several classical compositions by various composers, which add immensely to the artful feel of much of the story content. The game makes heavy use of Rachimaniov’s The Isle of the Dead Op. 29 as well as Chopin’s Preludes, Op.28 - No. 15 “Raindrops”, along with a few other pieces which are listed in the game’s credits. These classical compositions really add emotional weight to the scenes, as well as giving them deeper meaning.

3: A Dream About Dreaming

(This description of the game’s story contains no major spoilers, although it does relay some information learned early in the game.)

Signalis is described by its creators as “A Cold-War Eurasian Retrotech-Sci-Fi take on Cosmic Horror,” and that just about sums it up. The game takes inspiration from Robert Chambers’ “The King and Yellow” and Lovecraft’s “The Festival” to deliver a lethal dose of cosmic horror bullshit that I just loved playing through.

The setting of the game is... a little weird. It takes place in a spacefaring nation of some kind, which doesn’t have a name mentioned anywhere I could find. I have taken to calling them “Space East Germany,” because, well. Look at their flag.

[Image ID: A feminine figure in a black and orange jumpsuit stands holding a flag featuring a compass, three stars, and a wreath of wheat embossed on a black, red, and yellow horizontal tricolor. Text above reads “WUNDERWAFFEN UNSERER NATION” (Superweapons of our Nation)]

Most text found in the game world is written in either German, Chinese, or Japanese, with a few bits of English sprinkled in there (as a treat) (don’t worry, the game provides a translation for all of the important bits). This aspect of the setting has little impact on the game as a whole, mostly just bringing across the aforementioned “Cold-War Eurasion Retrotech Sci-Fi” aesthetic. The meat of the games setting (sometimes literally) comes when exploring the game on a deeper level (also sometimes literally). The vast majority of the game takes place on a mining colony called Sierpinski in the outer reaches of a solar system that is implied to be out own.

The main character, Elster (German for Magpie), is a Replika. The game doesn’t go into great detail as to what this means, so I’ll tell you what I know. In the setting there are two types of people: Gestalts, and Replikas. Gestalts are, as far as I can tell, normal biological humans, while Replikas seem to be human consciousnesses repurposed in artificial bodies to perform specific tasks, which varies from model to model. Most Replikas are made to forget their human selves, though its shown that some can come to remember their pasts. Effectively they are humans who have been repurposed into slave labor for the government. If this strikes you as very Blade Runner, I think it’s supposed to.

Elster arrives at the aforementioned mining facility in search of a Gestalt friend (they were roommates) named Alina. Or was it Ariane? You’re not sure. She made a promise to that Gestalt and she hopes to fulfill it. Unfortunately, much of the facility has gone offline due to a breakout in a new kind of disease. This disease initially only infected the Replika security captain, Falke (Falcon), but it has since spread to most residents of the mining colony. Infected Replikas are turned into aggressive, barely-real, mindless zombies, while infected Gestalts seem to merely have been killed. This doesn’t stop you of course. You need to find her. You remember your promise. You need to fulfill it.

[Image ID: Block text which reads “GREAT HOLES SECRETLY ARE DIGGED WHERE EARTHS PORES OUGHT TO SUFFICE, AND THINGS HAVE LEARNT TO WALK THAT OUGHT TO CRAWL.” in all capitals.]

[Image ID: A young woman with dark, braided hair is bent over her left hand, staring at it. In her right hand she holds a kitchen knife. Tears streak her face.]

[Image ID: Block text which reads “REMEMBER OUR PROMISE”]

[Image ID: A pale, slender young woman with long white hair and red eyes. Chromatic aberration around her gives her a sense of unreality.]

If you can’t tell from the above Lovecraft quote, the game wears its influences on its sleeve. A copy of Chambers’ “The King in Yellow” is even a major macguffin later in the story. This isn’t a bad thing though. Signalis has enough of its own identity that it can easily flaunt the things it references without letting people mistake its influence for imitation.

Over the course of the story, you meet a cast of Replikas and Gestalts who are all just as confused as you about the events on Sierpinski. Many of the Replikas are fighting against the the disease, trying to remain connected to what humanity they still have. A gestalt named Isa searches for another named Erika - her sister. As you cross each of these characters’ paths, a web of relations and interactions begins to form. Each of them is an essential piece of this mystery, just like you are, Elster.

[Image ID: A dark-haired young woman who carries a knife hides behind a pillar from a man wearing body armor and a shotgun. Text at the bottom reads: “Adler: I’ve done this countless times before.”]

As Elster descends deeper into Sierpinski, she faces greater horrors, as the rules of reality themselves seem to break down around her. The walls start to feel alive and the monsters she fights get even more deformed and unreal than they already were. She starts seeing visions, of places and people far removed from her current location. A radio tower in the snow. A grim isle where a lone boat waits.

[Image ID: Jagged rock formations close around the shore of an island with a lone boat and lantern sitting at its edge, and tall evergreen trees just beyond the shore.]

[Image ID: The Painting Isle of the Dead by Arnold Böcklin. Jagged rock formations close around the shore of an island with a lone boat and lantern sitting at its edge, and tall evergreen trees just beyond the shore.]

Yeah it’s uh. This kind of game.

It’s also worth noting that the game has quite a few endings. Three of them are unlocked based on your Diagnostics score by the end of the game, while a fourth, secret ending is unlocked by going through a long sidequest throughout the game. All of the endings are, in their own ways, perfect caps to the beautifully tragic tale of Signalis.

4: Conclusions

[Image ID: Block text which reads “HAB KEINE ANGST.” (Be not afraid.)]

Signalis is a stunning and evocative piece of cosmic horror media that will leave you considering the world around you. Along with that, it’s an incredible love letter to classic survival horror games like Resident Evil and Alone in the Dark. If you’re at all a fan of these old games, or survival horror or cosmic horror in general, you owe it to yourself to check it out. Even if you’re not a horror fan, there’s a lot to love in Signalis and it makes itself accessible to people with all levels of skill.

What criticisms I have of the game are washed away by how immaculately it comes together. The interplay between the gameplay, visuals, and storytelling works so well that its impossible for me not to enjoy it.

It’s deeply moving, a little terrifying, and gave me a lot to think about, and that’s really all I want from a game.

And remember: when you think you beat the game: no you didn’t. It’s that kind of game.

Good night, Elster. Good night, Ariane.

[Image ID: A close-up of Elster’s face, with barely-readable diagnostic visuals in German and Chinese all around her. Her face is segmented, giving her a robotic look.

You can buy Signalis on the following storefronts:

Steam | Humble | PlayStation 4/5 | Xbox | Switch

Signalis is also available on Xbox Gamepass and Humble’s Choice subscription.

#canti reviews games #signalis #horror #survival horror #lets go lesbians #cosmic horror #retrofuturism

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