#Ghost ine the shell

[acotarxreader]

Mirror Part Two

Azriel x Reader

Warnings: High angst, drama, fluff, injury, Tamlin

Synopsis: After your abrupt exit from the night court you return to your worldly travels but the rising threat of war with Hybern has Rhysand seeking out his favourite weapon once again

Synopsis: You were gifted with the ability to mirror other fae's magic with a simple touch and your free spirit nature leads you to cross very close to the borders of a hidden city, where your future best friends and soulmate snatch you out of the sky to protect their border.

Inspired by Who's Afraid of Little Old Me & My Tears Ricochet by Taylor M.F Swift

A/N: Welcome to part two of this dramatic guy! Sorry for the lil wait! Let me know what you think friends!

I think I'm gonna write my first Eris fic hehe

Requests Open

Part 1

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The War with Hybern

You passed through the mist like the shadows of the night that swaddled you, deep south in Prythian, practically in the Mortal Realm. Spring Court had crumbled to the weeds and whims of the High Lady of Night, your mortal enemy that you never met. You drifted from the face of the earth like the ghost Rhysand’s neglect had turned you into, banished to exile from the world that broke your body before breaking your spirit. You adjusted to the loneliness with surprising ease, melting back into the solitary figure you were when taken from the skies above Velaris, your free spirit exchanged for a shattered one. The events of the budding war with Hybern came to your knowledge through the ever-winding grapevine of gossip and tales. The very escapades of your former family and its new members provided you with equal amounts of amusement and worry.

“Bad dog!” You flung your shoe playfully at the great towering beast at the entrance of the cave you were currently occupying, the green-eyed beast released a growl as he dropped the carcass of the freshly slaughtered deer on your doorstep, tracking blood all over the rock. 

“How I love your visits dear YN” He growled before tilting his head slightly and returning to the wild. You and Tamlin now had a shared interest in your hatred of the Night Court’s leadership, his welcome of your travels through the shell of his court for the first time in centuries gave you the flicker of a homily feeling you’d banished from your heart. You used the Spring Court as you had The Middle, as a base of operations before travelling to see every inch of the world you could. He offered to bring you to the countless run-ins he had had with the Court of Dreams as a new war with Hybern began to threaten the peace. You weren’t really sure if it was so much because of Rhysand that it was because of Azriel that you hadn’t returned, the shattered friendship too much to think of. You watched an onyx shadow leak from your knotted knuckles, the last trace of Azriel you had to hold on to. Your shadows pulled along the carcass of the animal, the sight turning something in your stomach. You shuddered slightly, a sense of alarm growing in you at something in your world being tampered with. 

You winnowed to the ruins of the Tamlin’s residence, the shell of once reviled power and grace much like the owner. Traipsing up the steps of the crumbling house, the sound of a male you hadn’t heard from in such a long time rocketed through your system. 

“Rhysand?” You heard your voice speak without making the conscious decision to, Tamlin lifted his head from his hands as he sat at the rotting table, Rhysand spinning with unusual unease at the sound of your voice. 

“YN-” He took a step towards you instinctively, you following your own intuition, stepping back from him. “-You’re here?” “No need for the personal visit High Lord, if you wanted me dead you should have just said” 

“YN, I can’t believe you’re really here” He wasn’t sure why he was so surprised, his best had tracked your movements to the discarded court. 

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you. Why are you here?” You chewed out, the ghost of a smirk passing Tamlin's face. 

“Just visiting the High Lord of Spring” “Why? Need him as a weapon? Find value in him now you need him for war games?” Your icy words plummeted the temperature in the room, Rhysands wings slumping. 

“YN, don’t be like that”

“You can leave, Tamlin like many others, do not need you to faux interest in our lives for them to hold value” You circled around the table, running parallel to him across the dissolving oak to land next to Tamlin as he sat back in his chair, quietly smug.

“So, are you in love?” You laughed at his question, Tamlin matching the sound. 

“No, I think you took any ability for me to feel that from me” Rhysand searched your eyes for the way you used to look at him, for any semblance of the female who’d cleave the world apart for him, for any leverage he might still have with you. 

“You’ve made your request Rhysand, go” Tamlin found some ounce of long-dead confidence in him to shun the Lord of Night. 

“Hm” Was all he replied, moving to dissolve but stopping to witness a small shadow leak from your fist, a sign you had potentially seen Azriel recently, not the truth which was that you had kept the shadows with you since you fled, the last connection to a feeling of home. He nodded his head, a small laugh leaving him before vanishing. You pushed the back of Tamlin's chair to turn him to face you in his seat. 

“What request?” “Hybern is preparing to rage a war, he needs further assistance” He practically whispered before standing again and crossing the ruins of the dining room.

“So I was right, he did just want you as a weapon” “Actually-” his hand landed on the heavy door “-He wanted you” Tamlin melted into his beast form once again, leaving you to think through the words, your eyes looking down to the scars the last Lord of Night had left you. 

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You winnowed to a high mountain top you hadn’t graced in some time, your eyes looking upon your formerly beloved home of Velaris, the word home like acid in your throat. You looked towards the Town House, the once monument to your love, a mausoleum to it now. You sighed aloud before turning towards the House of Wind, something calling out to you through the night air, an idea growing in you. the sound of your feet hitting the stone gently filled the library. The dark shrouded you with unnatural warmth as you called quietly into the hollow pit for an old friend of yours. 

“Little mirror, you have returned” “Bry, don’t be coy with me” You could hear the creature of nightmares smile through the shadows.

“What do I owe this long overdue visit my little mirror?” You could feel its energy swirling around you but keeping enough distance so as not to risk you mirroring it. 

“Hybern is planning to attack and I wish to know what side of the aisle you find your wonderful self on” You had thought of your old friend as the perfect addition to a team you had no plan on being directly involved with.

“They have not yet asked my little mirror” The chill of its voice met your skin with a flush of contrasting warmth, inspecting you for any trace of harm.

“When they do, bargain for something of little matter to you that they can’t refuse and then once you have completed your task, go free” “Indeed-” he hummed at your self-assured tone “-why bother trying to help them little mirror?” “Let's say it’s out of habit” you laughed lightly, the wisps of dark air feeling as though a grin could be felt in them. You looked up to the mouth of the pit above you, the faint outlines of bookshelves shrouded in darkness haunting above.

“Ask for a window Bry, you deserve to see the world you will once again grace” Energy graced over your hand in thanks so easy for you to capture and yet it had no value to you T when compared to the sentiment of what you had at your finger tips. The sound of footsteps up above had you jolting slightly, retreating further into the dark so as not to be seen. 

“Be safe friend” You whispered softly before winnowing out of the depths. 

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Shadows sank into the cobblestone as you manifested on the singing streets, your feet felt light along the heavy rock, practically levitating towards your old haunt. You stood at the gate of the Town House, the shadows of the residence dancing across the candlelight in the window, happy fae dancing in the streets as if not in the presence of the creature they turned you into. 

The Town House was decorated to within an inch of its life, banners and streamers flowing freely from every corner as music sang through the house to the garden where the majority of the party was revelling in the moonlight. You followed the radiate path to the garden you’d spent years cultivating, willingly ignoring the changes to decor made by the new Lady of Night. 

You watched the Inner Circle at the bottom of the garden, your former family rejoiced in celebration of the birthday of a fae you only knew through stories of the Hybern War. Nesta glowed in the moonlight. You looked among the now expanded Inner Circle, Azriel noticeably missing as you took another step down the path, Cassian swirled Nesta around, you smiled genuinely at the sight, so happy to see him happy. The smile faded as Rhysand did the same to Feyre before they walked hand in hand to the other side of the garden, your once favourite spot, the perfect view of the Sidra. 

You found your feet taking you in their direction, slightly secluded from the rest of the Inner Circle. The sound of your steps on the soft grass made a silent sound that sent shivers down Rhysand’s spine as he turned to see you standing on top of the slope, staring down at them. 

The music seemingly stopped dead, your appearance at the party stopping the revelry like a record scratch as you spoke-

“Doesn’t look much like a war is nigh right now, now does it?” You clasped your hands in front of you, eyes burning into the former love of your life. 

“YN-I-” “This is YN?” Feyre stepped from behind her mate, her beauty illuminating the path up to you and you hated her for it, you looked around at the world you believed she stole from you but realised as quickly it was Rhysand who had committed the theft.  Feyre moved to close the distance between you both, stepping from her mate's grasp to practically square off to you. You could feel the power radiating from her, so tempting to take but would replace the last scrap of Azriel you had access to. Still, you enjoyed the thought of rattling Rhysand.

“Ah, Feyre, Rhysand’s lovely High Lady of Night, I don’t think we’ve had the displeasure of formally meeting” You outstretched a hand, she instinctively went to take hold of it, and Rhysand immediately pulled her back.

“Don’t let her touch you!” He ordered, some fae looking in your direction at the disturbance to their antics. “Who’s afraid of little old me?” You laughed again, it reverberating off Feyre’s chest

“Don’t go near her” “Where is this hostility coming from Rhysand, I seem to remember it was you who made the first act of aggression” You lifted the small cuff of your sleeve, the hint of a small arrow-shaped scar still marking you centuries later. 

“Leave YN” “You sought me out, I’m returning the visit” Feyre’s head darted towards her mates at the revelation.

“Oh? He didn’t tell you? My my always one for secrets Rhysand” you tsked, circling them as Rhysand’s father once had done to you, a hunter and her prey. 

“YN, I’m am celebrating with my family, if you could extend some courtesy and-” “Courtesy!?-” You scoffed loudly “-You crossed out the good years with me, cursed me the moment I treated you with the same respect you’d given me for years, banished me to the same solitude you used me to escape from! So you don’t deserve courtesy! And now, even when you are mated to pure power, I can tell you wish I stayed, you curse my name wishing I stayed! Your favourite fucking weapon!” Years of repressed anger flooded from you to the space between you and the mates, Rhysands face greying as he clutched onto Feyre’s hand like you may steal her away forever. 

“I-I didn’t do anything to you YN, I just fell into this world, this was hard on everyone” Feyre rattled out, your heated gaze landing on one of the most powerful fae to grace Prythian. You took a deep breath in before speaking again-

“Oh boo freaking hoo-” "You found yourself laughing coldly “-Figure out the Hybern thing by yourselves, I’ve already had enough” You span on the ball of your foot, striding up the very path you had designed to get the best view of the garden. 

“And those new curtains look horrific!” You called back over your shoulder to the mates before reentering the house you wished to burn to the ground with your vitriol. 

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You returned to the now suffocating air of the Velaris streets, feet bouncing off the cobble as you walked down the hill, your muscle memory bringing you down the way to one of your favourite spots in the city. The moment your mottled shaking hands met the cooling brick of the Sidra’s boundary wall, the tsunami of tears you fought every day since leaving flooded your atmosphere. 

“YN?” Azriel crossed the same bridge you said goodbye to him on those years before, the paper bags containing Mor’s favourite alcohol smashed to the stone floor. The stream of oak-coloured liquid flowed to your shoes. Shadows darted around you like dogs flocking to their owner after a long time apart. You laughed at the feeling of them swirling around you, lightly nipping at your face in their own form of pecks to the cheeks, banishing tears. You managed to open your eyes between their displays of affection to find Azriel standing with pure shock on his face, arms hanging by his sides and wings dipping to match. 

“Am I hallucinating?” “No Az-” You smiled wide through tear-stained cheeks “-I came back to take another strip off of your dear brother” You watched him pinch his arm to ensure he was truly awake. Azriel then flew at you in a similar fashion to his shadows, wrapping his arms around you to practically crack your bones. 

“Az-You’re-suffocating-me” You managed, laughing again once he gave enough of a release to allow your lungs to expand. 

“Why is it every time I find you on this bridge you’re crying?” He wiped a thumb across a stray tear, your crooked hands holding his to your face before they could move back away. 

“I love the drama” you laughed through fresh tears.

“Why are you back YNN?”

“Well, Rhysand came to visit me in Spring Court-” an almost growl left Azriel in response “-and he’s in need of his favourite weapon again” A definite growl left him this time, his hands dropping away from you as he turned to look back up the direction of the Town House.

“I told him to leave you alone, I didn’t track you down for you to be used as-” “You what?” He turned back to your slightly tilting head.

“Well…you went radio silent on me, I had to make sure you were okay-” a shadow clipped his ear somewhat sharply “-We, we had to make sure you were okay. You left us” The last three words tinged with undeniable heartbreak, heartbreak you had felt yourself. “Az, I had to leave”

“But you didn’t have to leave without me” an element of anger leached from him.

“Az” “No, you left! Rhysand might have broken your heart but you obliterated mine! Chipped away at it over centuries” A sharpness never reserved for you cut into your skin with similar pain to what Rhysand’s father had dealt you. 

“Azriel I’m sorr-” “-It broke me every time you chose him and all he did was tolerate you! Tolerate the love I so desperately wanted! And now I watch as he gives Feyre even a fraction of everything you deserved and I hate that I didn’t fight harder for you! I hate it! Hate how he  weaponised and ruined the love of my life!” His raised tone bounced off the flowing waters of the Sidra, the sound of his century's worth of repressed resentment tumbling out of him like the small waves hitting the boundary wall. 

“YOU SAID YOU WANTED ME TO BE HAPPY EVEN IF IT MEANT RUNNING AWAY FROM ALL THIS!” “BUT I THOUGHT YOU’D TAKE ME WITH YOU”

“I SHOULD HAVE! I FUCKING SHOULD HAVE!" You roared back, an onyx shadow of your own making curling around your vibrating fists, Azriel’s eyes shot towards them, his hand taking a gentle firm hold on your wrist before you could bolt out of his life again.

“You’re still mirroring me” he whispered so softly you thought you imagined it.

“Yeah… it was all I had left connecting me to you, to my home, to someone who would always do more than just tolerate my love” You returned the words with equal tenderness, eyes fixating on your shadows swirling into his, your eyes illuminating like they hadn’t since first landing on Azriel’s. His hand slipped from your wrist to your hand, chasms and fissures of equal cruelty knitting into one another so the skin may feel whole again.

“YN! You don’t get to leave like that!” Your heads moved in unison to look up towards an enraged Rhysand, you released Azriel’s hand on sight.

“You don’t control where I do and don’t go anymore Rhys” you chewed back.

“I am regretful for what happened and how it happened but don’t let the little incident that happened between us stop you from defending your people!”

“Little incident?” Your chilled laugh returned, a shiver running down Azriel at the sound. 

“YN, be sensible here” Rhysand has his arms out as though trying to corral an animal as he steps towards you, Azriel instinctively standing between the two of you. 

“YNN is entitled to spend the rest of her life how she wants to, she owes us nothing” His hardened stare cut through his brother, shadows swirling around his feet.

“Az, we need her power to-” “-We need her to be happy, Rhysand. That’s what we always should have needed of her, we owe her everything. You took no issue in me destroying those who destroyed me, she should be given that option, even now” Azriel spoke with clear conviction, the words causing Rhysand to purse his lips in thought. 

“If she doesn’t join then she will succeed in destroying us by not helping us” He looked around Azriel to you, your thoughts racing at the words. You stepped back from the two brothers, your shoes crushing the glass of the smashed bottles. 

“Follow your own past decisions Rhys and don’t follow me” You dissolved in front of the two as they began to argue once again. 

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That day you watched Tamlin ready what little forces he had, the thought of your former family defending your homeland without your intervention ultimately being your deciding factor to join. That and the thought of giving Rhysand any semblance of moral high ground. 

You transversed the battlefield in a shielded shadow, blasting the enemy as you flew alongside the Illyrian-winged warriors. A blood-curdling call of a female you didn’t know drew your attention downward as Cassian flew down past you towards her, too fueled with adrenaline to notice you follow closely as sudden strikes of pure cauldron power shot down and destroyed the warriors you had just flown alongside. You landed on the battlefield with such force it split the soil, Cassian’s head turning towards you rapidly locking eyes on you as you both found yourselves smiling at one another. 

“YN, you came!” “I miss you Cass, stay alive” You called back before bolting back into the now-cleared skies as more and more warriors rose to replace the fallen. From above, you covered Feyre unbeknownst to her, the collective goal having more importance in this moment. You watch as she reaches the cauldron with Amren allowing you to double back and continue your onslaught. Rhysand’s true beast form rises from the ground and you feel a bolt of fear at the pure sight of him. You swoop down to meet his side as he tears into the enemy, Helion dashing to join his side as he reforms himself into his beastly counterpart. 

“YN!!!” Rhysand roars down to you as you sprint around him, you leap on top of a razor-sharp talon as he shoots towards the sky, your knotty hand pressing into the scales of the High Lord. The feeling of familiar pure unadulterated power coursed through your veins, never did you think you’d mirror the High Lord again, the traces of betrayal tinging the power as it blasted from your outstretched hands to mist a sizable amount of enemy forces. Bryaxis coursed around you, shielding you from any retaliation as Rhysand and Helion unleashed on the battlefield. 

“I have to get to Feyre!” You hear Rhysand screech out as you cover him along his way towards his mate, the shift in the air undeniable as Amren is released from her bindings. You defend the space the cauldron occupies, allowing Rhysand to rush to Feyre’s side. Something cracks deep in you as you hear the High Lady of Night shriek in pure pain, fearing Rhysand has taken his final breath. You winnow to Tamlin as he sinks tendrils of power into some stragglers of the Hybern arm. 

“Tam! With me!” He has no hesitation in taking your hand, you winnow with him to where the cauldron claimed its price, Feyre begging for help from the High Lords. A chill shoots up your spine, rattling your bones. Your face hardened before you reached for Helion’s hand, mirroring his energy before you sank back into the shadows, following your own thread to land alongside Azriel, his wings in tatters as you dropped to his side. 

“YNN” he writhed out in pain, your arms encapsulating him, you feel Helion's power course through you as you attempt to heal him back to whole, your own body crying out in pain from the events of the war.

“It’s okay Azriel I’m here, I’m here” Your tears fell into his hair as you clung his head to your chest, his own heartbeat struggling to match yours. The light flowed across your disjointed digits, stitching the centuries-old wounds together as it poured into Azriel.

“I wish I didn’t let you leave that night YN” “I wish I didn’t leave you that night” You cried out, gently rocking him back and forth, his hand landing on your forearm to hold you closer. 

“I wish to carry a piece of you with me forever YNN”

“You can have all of me Azriel” You stretched down to meet his lips before he used what little energy he had to lean in, fully surrendering to every dream he dreamt of you from the moment you pulled the knife from his wing centuries ago. The glow that radiated from your energy returned and Azriel once again wished to bask in it for the rest of his days. His torn flesh stitched together as the healing energy flowed between the two of you. The feeling of home you never thought you’d have again blazed through every cell until it was just you, Azriel and shadows of onyx mirroring one another's endless hope for the future. 

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Salacious Scolipede: An Unserious Unsexy Fanfiction Born Out Of Maliciousness

I was stunned. Not because of my dick; I did in fact have it for many years, was born with it even, so I was sure I knew the ins and outs of the mechanics of it like the back of my hand. No, I was stunned at the why of my erection, because it was responding to something I never believed it would. A Scolipede.

As it sits between Nacrene City and the bridge to Castelia, on a rather balmy autumn afternoon, I found myself traversing through Pinwheel Forest. The forest, with its lush grass and various hollow, fallen trees hosted an array of pokemon. The passage to the bridge was either a minor inconvenience or a nightmare, depending on the amount of pokemon you happened have with you, and on that day I had a quite alarming number: zero. The dead wood that laid across the landscape created a number of passages to higher and lower cliffs, and I eagerly sought them out to take advantage of the many shortcuts to exit the forest promptly.

Most residents of Nacrene heard the tales and legends about the forest, some involving hostile ghosts, others involving hostile people. I would be lying if I said the stories had no effect on me; I did in fact believe some strange things to be possible at any time and refused to take any chances. So when the grass around me would rustle and shake, I would immediately increase my pace. Initially, it was a small jog, but by the time I was hearing a faint chittering of small teeth in front of me, I sprinted north, away from the main path and, consequently, deeper into Pinwheel Forest.

Once I slowed down and calmed my heart, I found myself at a small pond in the center of the forest. I was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Despite being twenty years old my physical fitness was far below average. Even I was shocked at how far into the forest I had gotten with fear and adrenaline carrying me. As those faded and my breathing returned to normal, I collapsed to my knees, unable to hold up my own spindly frame after running what I thought to be several miles but was closer to several yards.

"Are you alright?" spoke a sultry voice in front of me. I looked up to see a Scolipede and immediately my penis stood at attention.

It really was that sudden and inexplicable. The rising surprise made me scuttle backward until I slammed into a tree, hoping the creature didn't have time to have seen the tent I pitched in my pants and with the new pain in my back I hoped to have my mind and body focused on that instead.

"You're rather clumsy, aren't you?" the Scolipede said, looking at me with a pitying glare.

"I'm sorry I-" I began, but before doing so I stopped. The Scolipede was sitting on the edge of the pond, its wet body glistening in the beams of sunlight that broke through the trees. The hard purple shell that covered it was glossy, looking almost hand polished to a fine sheen, with the soft dark flesh of its large stomach beneath moving slightly as it breathed in and out slowly. Despite sitting, the Scolipede was a massive pokemon, no shorter than seven feet tall with its long neck making up most of its height. Along its neck and down to its backside were several small protrusion that resembled claws, and while not visible as it sat with them tucked underneath it, it had four long legs it used to gallop around. It resembled a pokemon like rapidash or mudsdale, a creature large enough to ride but by all visible metrics was just a very large bug.

I had seen many Scolipedes in many books and programs on TV and while I couldn't recall any of them making me instantly horny, I could recall something important: none of them spoke. I stood up, wincing from the dull pain in my back and leaned from side to side, looking for a human who may have been talking to me but was blocked by the massive creature. I found only the pond glistening behind it, and a large bird pokemon that had flown down to take a drink.

"You're sorry?" It spoke again, confused.

"I uh. I'm not sure. Are you...speaking?"

"Can you hear me or not?"

"I can hear you. I think?"

The Scolipede stood up. Small drops of water cascaded down its body and dripped into the grass as it approached me. I slowly started backing up, before once again hitting the tree. The Scolipede had taken two relatively small steps and already covered the distance between us. It leaned forward, its neck lowered and the two of us stood face to face.

"Are you okay? Are you sick?"

"I'm good, I just...I'm confused"

"Oh, so you're lost in the woods"

"No. I mean maybe. I think I've seen this pond before"

"I see."

"I'm more confused about why...you can...talk...?

"You can talk, can't you?" The Scolipede looked at me puzzled.

"Yes," I began, stammering a bit before regaining my words. "But I've never met a pokemon that talks, is the thing."

"That seems like a personal issue."

"Excuse me?"

The Scolipede lifted it head and began to turn back towards the spot it had sat in. The patch of grass had a large beam of sunlight cast upon it, and even to me it looked rather inviting. The large body of the Scolipede swayed slightly as it took its small steps to return to lazily drying off in the sun. Once settled, it turned towards me.

"You don't have any pokemon with you?"

"I'm not really into raising pokemon."

"I see."

I wasn't a very strong conversationalist, and neither was the Scolipede, but at least the Scolipede had a reason. It was a pokemon. I had eschewed most attempts at conversation or getting to know many people, never attempted any trainer courses and was working as a delivery person. It was a job that required picking up and dropping off parcels, and very little conversational skills. I enjoyed it that way, until now, facing what could only be described as 'an enlightening experience'.

"So...do you have a trainer?"

"I don't."

"Do you live here?"

"I do."

"Do...all pokemon talk or are you like a special kind...or something?"

"I believe many pokemon communicate in many ways. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Do you know many humans that casually get erections while talking?"

I immediately turned around to hide my shameful short-sword from view. The brief conversation had me me forget about the struggle in my actual briefs. The Scolipede let out a light chuckle. "I'll take that as a no, then." it said.

"This doesn't happen, like this is something new, I'm sorry to bother you. Goodbye." And on that note I started to leave the pond area. The back pain didn't stop me from attempting a full sprint, but my dick made it less of a run and more of a three legged race. I wasn't exactly a star athlete on the best of days so I couldn't say if I'd have gotten far enough to avoid it, but the Scolipede, in one jump, had leapt over my head and landed in front of me, making a thunderous crash onto the forest floor. A slight tremor and a gust of wind blew away debris and leaves, and caused me to fall flat on my ass.

"What? Not a fan of flirting?" its sultry voice whispered into my ear. In a flash it had leaned in, and was now slowly beginning to lower it body on top of mine. The deliberate and gentle lowering of its weight to not crush me was meant to assure me that it meant no harm, but its speed and size made me panic anyway because of course it did.

"Please don't kill me."

"Why would I kill you?"

"Because of my penis."

"Because of your penis?"

"Yes."

"I'm not mad at you for having an erection if that's what you mean"

"Well that's good."

"I would however like to have sex with you."

"Well that...I don't know about." I looked at the Scolipede. Its immense size and stature were intimidating, but the smooth voice it spoke with and its deliberate tone betrayed its presence as a dominating monster. My ears, and apparently my dick, had fallen for whatever charm the creature was creating, but my eyes and brain were absolutely not yet won over.

"You seem to have reacted to my pheromones. I assumed that's why you came running through the woods alone to find me."

I laughed, nervously. "OH that? That was, well, you know, you see I'm a coward? And I was running through the forest to get to the other side quickly. Huge misunderstanding."

"Even the erection?''

"Even the erection."

The Scolipede slowly lifted its body off of mine, and backed away to let me get to my feet. I dusted my pants off and stood up straight, as did my member. Despite the persistent shocks and perceived peril my dick was stiffer than a fresh pressed suit at a funeral.

"I'm sorry. This time of year I get rather aroused and it seemed like your body was reacting to mine. And I might have mistaken your timidness for arousal."

"Well you know how it is with humans, right?" I laughed.

"I don't."

There was a slightly lengthy pause as the two of us stared at each other. The Scolipede was inquisitive and looked for deeper understanding for something I was positive was so obvious you could tell from the fact humans didn't lay eggs.

"Humans and pokemon don't mate with each other."

Another long pause, this one seeming to stretch way beyond a reasonable amount of time. I began to sweat a little, as the half closed eyes of the Scolipede seemed to be burning a hole in my very soul. I sat there staring into its eyes, searching for meaning in the freakishly long amount of time it took for either of us to break the silence.

"Oh, you're serious?" It finally said.

"Yes! What, do you think I'm lying?"

The Scolipede looked puzzled. "Not that you're lying, but that you think humans don't have sex with pokemon is..."

"They don't."

"They absolutely do."

"Are you sure?"

"I've slept with several."

What can only be described as 'violent throbbing' started up in my pants and I quickly placed my hands over my dick. "Okay maybe this is just a you thing, you ever think about that? That maybe you met a couple of weirdos?"

"No."

"Well please start!"

The Scolipede let out a gentle scoff and turned to walk past me back to the pond. "You'd be cute if you weren't so strange."

"Thanks. Good luck with the...sex."

"You'll know where to find me if you want me."

"Okay. Goodbye." I began my hobbled sprint once more back to the main road. I turned to see the Scolipede trotting beside me. It leaned its neck downward and, placing its head under my butt, lifted me into the air, where I proceeded to slide down to the nape of its neck and rest on it back. "I'm starting to think you genuinely don't know what the word 'goodbye' means"

"If you really didn't want sex, the least I can do is offer you a ride outside the forest, as an apology for attracting you."

I began to respond, but the up and down motions from the trotting was giving my dick its own kind of ride. My cock was pressed against the Scolipede as I clung hard to avoid slipping off. I had never rode a Ponyta but I assumed it was similar, minus the unintended arousal. I sat in silence as my ride to the forest entrance made its way through the foliage.

"Here you go." the Scolipede said. After a short trek, we had made it to the exit leading to Skyarrow Bridge. I slowly slid down the side of the Scolipede and started my pathetic hobble to civilization. "If you change your mind, I'll be at the pond."

"Yeah. Thanks."

I watched as the Scolipede turned and sprinted off into the forest, graceful yet powerful as it jumped over a cliff back to where I had stumbled upon it.

I walked out of the forest into the blinding light of the sun. The darkness from the trees had made me forget it was still midday. As I began walking to the bridge, I realized I had once again regained my proper gait. I was no longer struggling with my incredibly hard dick. I looked down to see in place of a hard rod was a stupidly sized wet stain that covered the entirety of the crotch and inner thighs of my pants. I prayed that I had simply peed, but the pungent odor made it clear I had just cum all over myself riding a pokemon. I sighed heavily and muttered the only thing that I could the entire way to Castelia.

"Why me...."

[gunnrblze]

Don’t mind me I’m just thinking about the dynamic between Rorke and Logan after he defied death and dragged the kid off the beach.

Do you think Logan starts to feel like a son to Rorke after a while? He tortures him, yes. Treats him the same way he was treated. Primes him to hunt down his new enemy, the ghosts. But after all that.

After the torture, the brainwashing, etc etc, I wonder about their bond. They’re probably very close, bound by this misshapen narrative that was forced onto them. Interlinked as a unit now, Rorke had to start hunting the ghosts himself but now he’s got a lil guy to help. A guy he can mold and perfect the exact way he’d like Logan to be. He builds him from the bottom up, flips his understanding of everything, just like the Feds did to him.

Turns him against his brother, the remaining ghosts, and the memory of his dead father. I imagine, similarly to Rorke, Logan of course doesn’t break right away. He’s strong enough to withstand the torture for a bit, but as Rorke himself told Elias, “everybody breaks” . Eventually Logan snaps, the indoctrination and conditioning sets in, and he’s left with the shell of Logan Walker. Or perhaps not a shell, but a twisted, transformed version of the young man.

Before he breaks though, I wonder how he tried to make sense of it all. I wonder how he fought against Rorke. He’s young, full of energy, and probably bitched right back at him. Similar to how Hesh yapped during several missions about how he was gonna kill Rorke, that son of a bitch, for everything he’s done, Logan no doubt had the same mindset.

Maybe he thought he could outsmart him, figure out some way to resist him. How long do you think it took Logan to realize that Rorke would always be one step ahead of him? He’s far more experienced than Logan, knows the ins and outs of the ghosts methods just like Elias told the boys. He was the ghost, so what are the chances of Logan alone outsmarting the man? Getting a chance to take him down himself? Slim, probably.

But after he breaks, after Rorke forcibly shed his skin and turned him into a new man, mind body and soul, Logan would be his right hand man. Rorke said in the end scene, that they’re gonna destroy the Ghosts together. By the time Logan turns, it’d be too late for Hesh and the remaining ghosts. They’d not only continue to face Rorke, but then they’d have Rorke 2.0 breathing down their necks.

Can you imagineeee how inseparable they’d be? This is why I think it’d become a sort of father son bond, and I know that would irk the absolute fuck out of Hesh even more. Rorke killed their dad, took his brother, and transformed him into his surrogate son? Yea, put Hesh and Rorke in a room alone for 5 minutes and I’m afraid jr would actually be the one to walk out. That’s a different kind of betrayal.

And the worst part? Logan probably wouldn’t know the damn difference anymore. Despite Elias being dead, Rorke would still taint the memory of his father. Turn his corpse into an enemy, bury the good memories and replace them with the false belief of betrayal. That even posthumously, Elias is Logan’s enemy too. Rorke would absolutely spin that web because he already believes it himself, that Elias betrayed him. Rorke would turn Elias into some sort of shell for Logan I think. Yeah, that was your dad, but he’s gone, and you remain. Forget him, forget them, all you need is this.

Logan would eat sleep and breathe revenge just like Rorke had been doing. He’d be raising hell right alongside him, they’d become one.

Their own team.

[lime1991]

speaking of spike...

i just thought about my infection au again! partially because of a tiktok i saw about twilight and spike in an infection au and it just killed me. and also izzyz made a video about them! so heres Spike's story:

He was there to witness when Twilight first started to get sick. He was fully aware of what was happening with the town and other towns because of Twilight. He wasn't allowed outside until "this whole thing blows over."

After Twilight, who was a shell of her former self due to the virus, attacks him with a magic blast he barricades himself into Twilight's bedroom. He doesn't come out for days. Eventually, Twilight seems to have wandered off, because she no longer was trying to get in.

When Spike leaves the room, the castle is a mess. When he finally goes outside, Ponyville is a ghost town. He learns very quickly that the infected typically come out at night, when they seem to be able to see better.

The first survivors he comes across are a couple of terrified foals holed up in an abandoned building. They're scared of Spike, they don't know whether or not he's infected. They don't even know if dragons CAN be infected. They know they aren't, so they don't let him in.

He has a few run-ins with the infected ponies, which is how he managed to get the tip of his tail bitten off. A few surviving fillies and colts he's come across have helped him, but they all have the same suspicion that he could be unsafe. the bitten tail doesn't help.

The pony Spike really needs to find is Starlight. She disappeared at the beginning of the infection's spread and hasn't been seen since. He hopes she's ok. She's maybe the only living pony who is able to reverse this.

But where is she?

Where is she?

[dre4ml4nd-st4rlight]

Serene Jellymer Architect Alter for @theworldtree01 - I'm ngl Im probs gonna come back to this and add more transids when I can find some because it feels e m p t y.

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「 ✦ Base ID ‘ s ✦ 」**

╰┈➤ names : Selene , Marina , Muir , Aurelia , Aurita , Pearla , Nereus

╰┈➤ ****Pronouns : sea/hers , she/hers , he/him , they/them , xe/xem , fin/fins , Ae/are , it/its , shell/shells , nie/neirs , sea/seas , dream/dreams

╰┈➤ Titles : ⌞ title of royal status I.e queen/king, prince/princess, duke/duchess ⌝ of the Deep , The Creator , ⌞ prn ⌝ who carves the world and fate , Maker of the Worlds Designs , The Creator of Sea , Arbiter of Land and Sea

╰┈➤ Genders : aquaegender , mermaidgender , genderfluid , seagender , starwashic , mermaidic , sirekenic , sirenic , jelliestaric , creauterelle

╰┈➤ Orientations : abroromantic , acespec , femme-lean , paraphilias : aquaphilia , objectum ( castles , furniture , jewelry , gems and minerals ) , theophilia + autotheophilia

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ other id ‘ s ๋࣭⭑ ꩜ ˎˊ˗

☾ Cis - Aquatic Species : Mer-jelly + Moon Jellyfish ( Aurelia Aurita ) + Mermaid + siren , white + pearlescent eyes , long hair , Builder , architect , ruler - creative , proper , graceful , adaptable , serene , empathetic , loyal , mystical , adventurous , intuative , can speak to aquatic animals , dreamy , communicative , curious , understanding , critical thinker , worldly , wise , partly apathetic

⟡ Trans - deity (creator deity) , real world person , occupation : architect + builder + royalty / leader + interior designer , maturity (less) , trans gardener , ghost like / spirit , drifter , teleporter , omnipotent , aesthetic ; fruitiger aero , perfectionist , ocd , sea-shapeshifter ,

ᯓ★ 「 ✦ Roles + Alter Functions ✦ 」. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

architect , admin ; innerworld manager , Groundskeeper , Gardentender , communicator , dream holder + assistant dream gatekeeper , artisan

Serene drifts through different layers + spaces in the headspace and alters them to their liking. She uses water to help create or alter headspace- places ( new or existing ) they are crafting tend to be flattened and flooded with water, fins skies blank grey. Soon a thin layer of water settles on the ground that mirrors the sky clearly. Xe use this water to help them form new objects and spaces. Ae have access to the bodies dreams (daydreams + sleep dreams), and can act as a temp gatekeeper of dreams when using a dream in the creation process. While in the process of altering / creating a new world , Fin has the ability to form headmates / fragments / walk-ins specifically to preform the task of Groundskeeper or Gardentender while he is not around. These created fragments are solely tied to those headspaces, and typically cannot leave.

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ Interest and misc details ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

Favorite Colors : White , Light blue , light pink , seafoam , beige , light green , light purple

Sea’s voice is very light and soft, feminine with an eerie aura. When shell speaks, one can hear the faint sound of bubbled popping and water rushing. It has a soft echo to it, faint. When angered, this echo gets louder, and will repeat the words that he puts emphasis on; this is sometimes accompanied by a sort of staticy noise. When saddened or scared, the rushing of water and bubbles gets louder and more violent.

Hobbies + Interest : swimming , creating , sea creatures , beachcombing , exploring caves , sunbathing , ocean sounds , sailing , coral reefs , marine biology , tide pools , mythology , starfish , pearls , moonlight nights , starry nights , building / architecture / interior design ( Ae likes to create floor plans or draw small scenes, in headspace and out. In headspace xe have a bit more freedom as sea can just create the buildings )

Aurita has a dream in life to create their ‘ultimate dream land’ in whatever way they can. He wants to see xier creations come to fruition in the real world as well, to spread their creations and lands for all to see.

Nereus gets along well with the other headmates- sea enjoys taking what little requests they have and fulfilling them in a new room.

Sea has a lot of anxiety when building worlds. They are a person who needs it to be completely perfect and finished before anyone can see it. He gets extremely self conscious if someone watches them work, and tend to work while undercover. Fin has a habit of not giving their created fragments consciousness until after the space they are completely done with the world. They also like to leave little Easter eggs of other alters / places in headspace for other alters to find. Oftentimes sea leaves herself little hidden passageways + tools they can use to monitor certain headspaces. They have a sort of omnipotent control over water in headspace, and they leave pools of water around headspace for communication- around their created fragments, near alters that struggle to communicate, nearby front, etc .

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[felicityvanbrunt]

Hi, it's me, back again

[here to you remind you that he's not worth it]

Felicity "Flick" Van Brunt 28 Varcolac Pack Hometown: Sleepy Hollow, New York

Felicity Annelise Van Brunt is a wealthy member of New York aristocracy with a dark secret - every full moon, she turns into a immense, terrifying wolf (and sometimes on weekends, locale-dependent) to consume the flesh of whatever she can to sate the cursed beast that lives inside her pretty little shell. She has spent most of the last fourteen years in a sort of socially nuclear detente with her parents and the rest of her family, the hierarchs of a small but organized and well-connected Eastern Seaboard Werewolf pack called Varcolac that has its roots in pre-revolution America. The animosity between them stems from her childhood, when an arranged union between she and the head of another pack, Artemis, was abruptly scuttled, robbing her of a future mate and somebody who had become a cherished part of her young life.

Things did not become less tense when Felicity (VanFlic on social media, btw) discovered, some time later that this abrupt cancellation was because Artemis and their entire pack had been slaughtered by hunters, the attention of which Varcolac had worked very hard to shed in the earlier parts of the twentieth century.

Felicity has survived multiple attempts by family to more fully neuter her wildchild ways in the years since - arranged marriages (which she tends to dodge by cranking her insufferably up to 11) and even attempts to have her meet unfortunate ends via run-ins with hunters of her own. All the while, she narrowly dodges all of this by ensuring her parents and family that if she does feel like danger's getting a little to close, she has contingencies in place that will ensure the Van Brunt name is exposed alongside all the murder and wolfish-activity they've been hiding for the better part of three-hundred years. Does she really? Who knows. Well, she does, but she'll never tell. The latest attempt by family to get her out of their hair is a sham union between her an some Warwick wolf out in Port Leiry, a town where, it does not escape her understanding, there is a sudden spike in Hunter activity. When she arrives and sets up shop in one of her family's many vacation homes, a lavish manor in one of Port Leiry's more exclusive neighborhoods, she promptly ghosts the would-be suitor, intending instead to simply sleep on it for, oh... ever.

Aided by a single assisstant who is trusted and -in the know- about her monthly needs, she simply lives a new life, far away from the annoyance of her hoighty-toighty family on the East Coast. But fate, as we all know, tends to love throwing wrenches, and there's more than just wild nightlife and fresh meat in Port Leiry - Felicity is on a crash course with her past in a big way.

Character: Within Werewolf circles, or even wider supernatural nets, Felicity is fun loving, exuberant, boisterous, and powerful - she has been a werewolf her whole life, and has no real qualms with the fact that, sometimes, people are going to get hurt around her. But she also realizes that if you're careful and you do things right, it doesn't have to be somebody who doesn't have it coming. When she is interacting with humans, she may become a little more coy, a little more mysterious, but it's largely just for the protection of somebody who obviously doesn't know what they're getting into.

With Hunters, she's a bit more savage, a bit more prone to anger or aggressive behavior - she's only had a handful of run-ins with them, but much like everything she's practical - if she knows he's being hunted, she'll gladly hunt back, and has no qualms with taking a life to protect her own or those of people she cares about. Character inspirations:

Val Mortimer - Sawkill Girls

Tracy Freeland - Thirteen

Ginger Fitzgerald - Ginger Snaps

Jennifer Check - Jennifer's Body

Characters from Washington Irving's The Legend of Sleepy Hollow is the inspiration for the Van Brunt family

wanted connections/plot hooks:

The Pack - Harford Not Varcolac, not Warwick either - Felicity is a bombastic and friendly sort, and gravitates towards people who can match her, but she also isn't above what you could call a 'project'. She likes hyping people up, and if she cares about you, she's gonna make sure you know it. The Family: 0/3 The Van Brunts, primarchs of the Varcolac Clan. Old money and, unlike their wayward daughter, very discreet. They seek to curb their wildchild daughter’s feral tendencies, but after one big fuckup on the East Coast they’ve tried to hawk her off to one of Port Leiry’s clans. They’ll probably come knocking eventually but for now she’s living on their dime in a swanky vacation manor they own in one of Port Leiry’s wealthier exclusives. She has likely sparred and survived her parents machinations in the past, and the relationship between them isn’t one of mutual respect, but rather one of mutually assured destruction. The Suitor: - Arte Ryan Once upon a time, Arte and Flick were part of an arranged marriage; after the destruction of the Ryan pack, however, Arte was never seen again, and Flick's life spiraled wildly out of control of her parents as she rebelled against them for failing to help protect the Ryan pack. The Assistant: 0/1 When a hunter murdered Flick's trusty longtime steward, a position opened up. Desperately seeking somebody helpful, dutiful, thorough, efficient, and most importantly, able to keep a secret. The Victim: 0/1 I’d like her to maul somebody and deal with creating a wolf. Or maybe it’s on purpose. Apply within!

[randomly--accessed--memories]

All the suggestions an anon sent to me last month when I was trying to come up with a name for this AU

Liquid Crystal Daze

Idiot Box

Pay-per-who?

TV Programming

TV Guided

In High Definition

Synaptic Static

Cognitivally Reprogrammed Toy TV

Cognitive Snow

Hate Watch

Goggle Eyed Goggle Box

Outside Broadcast

Pirated Station

NO SIGNAL

Channel decay

Channel surfing/Zapping

Dark station

Dead air

Interference

Graveyard slot

Test pattern

Lost signal

Noice/Static/Snow

Off the air

On Demand

Programming

Skipping VHSs or DVDs

Degraded footage

Dropped frames

Gridlock (a situation where no progress can be made; also locked in an [electrical] grid)

Burn-in (screen burn-ins occur when an image is fixed/left on screen too long in CRTs)

Short circuit

Overload

Dumb terminal/thin client/zero client (terminals with reduced functionality, optimised for remote connection with a network)

Access_Denied (from window error codes?)

Automaton (automata refers to automated puppets that resemble humans, but it's also a pun on how the original Greek means "acting of one's own will", which well...)

Turing-incomplete (Turing test)

Signal/radio jam (interference with wireless communications)

Mayday

Cutting room floor/bin ends (scrapped footage)

Grayout

Synthetic shock

Monochrome

Ghost in the Shell

[redladydeath]

Don't know if you need more names for your au but, I love computer/electronics based puns so:

RAM Error (Random access memory is used in computers for immediate data storage and retrieval -- something vox obviously can't do now)

Gridlock (a situation where no progress can be made; also locked in an [electrical] grid)

Burn-in (screen burn-ins occur when an image is fixed/left on screen too long in CRTs)

Short circuit

Overload

Dumb terminal/thin client/zero client (terminals with reduced functionality, optimised for remote connection with a network)

Access_Denied (from window error codes?)

Automaton (automata refers to automated puppets that resemble humans, but it's also a pun on how the original Greek means "acting of one's own will", which well...)

Turing-incomplete (Turing test)

Signal/radio jam (interference with wireless communications)

Mayday

Cutting room floor/bin ends (scrapped footage)

Grayout

Synthetic shock

Monochrome

Ghost in the Shell

Random Access Memory might be the one. The double meaning there is delicious and I wanted something that references the memory issues while still being a computer pun. Thank you anon!

[thelonelywiz]

MY WRITING.

you are my only friend. i am undone without you.

Table for Two (2019)

Summary: Alex Winfrey, an anxious and selectively mute 16 year old boy, lives in Titusville, FL and works at his uncle’s diner called the Hotspot Diner as a busboy. After making friends with Jackson “Jax” Abrams, local jock and overachiever, the two boys grow closer and after some digging, Alex gets closer to finding out where his absent mother is and eventually runs away to NYC to find her, bringing his new friend along with him.

Format: novel

Genre: young adult, contemporary, coming of age

Themes: friendship, love, family

Inspo: playlist & pinterest board

Status: WIP, turning it into a live action tv show :)

The Poet Virgil (2022)

Summary: In a world where monsters and humans coexist, anything can happen. Especially in the brownstones of Brooklyn, New York City. 

The famous vampire poet, Virgil, lives with his roommate, Bea, a werewolf and former rock star drummer of BLUDHOUNDS turned grade school teacher. With his very last chapbook in the works and an award ceremony to attend, Virgil has a speech to write. But when his literary agent and best friend (and Bea’s on and off girlfriend), Calypso is found dead, he and Bea are spun into the world of murder mysteries and conspiracy. The threat of succumbing to their monstrosity increases as tensions and risks run higher, and Virgil and Bea must learn to face their grief together despite their differences. With the help of Bea’s brother, Seven; a fairy from the Bronx, Juno; an unlikely ally, and an eager human barista, a team of monsters (and Aaron) is just what the five boroughs need to defeat The Hunters once and for all. 

In this romantic comedy turned murder mystery, The Poet Virgil tells a story of death, love, and what it means to be seen as a monster.

Format: screenplay

Genre: urban fantasy

Themes: grief, justice, friendship, family, generational trauma, love, hope

Inspo: playlist & pinterest board

Status: COMPLETED, available to read, turning it into an animated tv show :)

What Her Name Wasn’t (2022)

Summary: A college student who can see ghosts befriends a ghost girl from the 50s after renting an apartment off campus, and they team up to figure out who killed her and her family (and she helps them get with their crush, wing woman style).

Format: novella in five parts

Genre: new adult, contemporary, mystery

Themes: friendship, death

Inspo: playlist & pinterest board

Status: COMPLETED, available to read

Drastic Times (2022)

Summary: Set in the late 90s that’s split into three perspectives. One story is of a pair of twins running from the law and their past, another is a housewife making the best of a bad situation, and the last is a “rookie” detective trying to get his friend back.

Detective KASPER MONTE makes a mad dash out of Los Angeles after pulling his sister out of the muck. Again. BLAIR MONTE, an infamous criminal, unfortunately can’t talk her way out of this one. The twins must drive across the country to a safe haven in the American Southwest, confront the dynamic they share, face their own identities, and find their place in the world.

States away in a holy rolling town in Missouri, DELIA WRIGHT struggles to break out of her shell and make the hardest decision of her life: run away for her and her daughter’s safety and threaten her tense relationship with God, or appease her abusive husband and keep up her good Christian lifestyle for everyone’s sake. 

Right on Kasper’s trail, Detective REX slowly unravels the twists and turns that is his friend’s past. Along the way, Rex encounters an orphan girl who’s seen more than she should, and as she tags along he must figure out what it means to have a family of his own, and if his mission is really worth it.

In this nonlinear NEO-NOIR film, one must either live with the consequences or learn to take some drastic measures.

Format: screenplay

Genre: neo-noir, crime drama

Themes: identity, family, morality, the cycle of violence, love, hope

Inspo: playlist & pinterest board

Status: COMPLETED, available to read (though i still need to edit it)

Into the Dead of Night (2023)

Summary: It’s the summer of 1877, the ending years of the American Frontier, and three lives are changed forever. A former slave turned poor cowpoke struggles to reconcile with his past mistakes, an immigrant with the voice of an angel finds love atop a horse and comradery among cowboys, and a seasoned cowgirl from an endangered tribe ventures out to take back what belongs to her. With manifest destiny on the rise and the string of murders leading back to the man who started it all, Bellamy has a choice to make: keep running or stop the trail of bodies in his wake.

Format: podcast

Genre: western, historical fiction, audio drama

Themes: magical realism, hope, family, love, friendship, identity, community, justice

Inspo: playlist & pinterest board

Status: WIP, written the first few episodes of season one

Deadwood (2023)

Summary: Eldritch horrors, ghosts, immortal entities, losing the ones you love, and the inherent humanity in survival.

Format: podcast

Genre: horror anthology

Themes: grief, hope, survival, death, love

Inspo: playlist & pinterest board

Status: WIP, written the first seven episodes of season one (1 story out of 9)

Let’s Live Anyway (2023)

Summary: After going to the surface to their war-torn world on their 18th birthday and experiencing the side effects of radiation poisoning, Claudia and Lex seriously contemplate taking their lives and grapple with what lead them into their suicide pact

Format: graphic novel

Genre: coming of age

Themes: hope, friendship, grief

Inspo: playlist & pinterest board

Status: WIP, brainstorming

Eve, Undone (2023)

Summary: *coming soon*

Format: novella trilogy

Genre: high fantasy

Themes: corruption, environmentalism, freedom, friendship, love, family, grief, hope, war

Inspo: playlist & pinterest board

Status: WIP, outlining + worldbuilding

The End of All Things (2023)

Summary: On the last day of senior year before summer vacation, the world ends. But that doesn’t matter because Veronica is in love with her best friend Ace, and no space meteors are gonna stop her from telling her how she feels

Format: short film

Genre: young adult, contemporary, apocalypse 

Themes: friendship

Inspo: playlist & pinterest board

Status: WIP, brainstorming

[realindevelopment-returns]

random wii game of the day

name: ghost squad do i remember when or where or why i bought it: JB Hi Fi Cambwerwell any bonus/pack ins/extras: plastic gun shell manual etc: 24 page manual, full colour cover, black (ink) interior impressions: really enjoyed this one, probably top 10 of my playtime on the wii. rail shooter with branching paths and a great sound score, highly recommended

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Kim drags Porsche home after a bender. He gets him cleaned up and settled in bed. After, he looks for Chay, forgetting that the ghost isn’t there to find, anymore. Not for a long time. Kim still isn’t used to his absence. Porsche isn’t, either, calling out for his brother as he blindly reaches for Kim. 

“I’m here,” Kim tells him softly, letting Porsche take his hand. The man clutches at him desperately. He whispers slurred apologies. Kim is sorry, too, that he can’t be who Porsche wants him to be. 

Eventually Porsche settles and Kim is torn between staying or leaving. 

Chay wouldn’t have left. He wouldn’t want Porsche to be alone like this. 

With a sigh, Kim finds spare linens in the hall closet and makes himself as comfortable as he can on the floor beside Porsche’s bed. This way he’ll know if anything happens. 

Kim wakes the next morning to the smell of breakfast wafting upstairs, and follows his nose to the kitchen, where he finds Porsche standing at the stove. He’s humming to himself, one of Kim’s less popular songs from when he started out. He knows it was also one of Chay’s favorites. 

Porsche turns and startles when he sees him, shouting, “Fuck, make some noise!”

“Sorry.”

“Sit down, you’re just in time for breakfast.” Porsche points at the table with the end of his spatula. Kim obeys. He doesn't even think of leaving this time, not with Porsche smiling at him like that, like a bright-eyed stranger. Nothing like the hollowed-out broken shell of a man he’s come to know. “I thought you were going to sleep all morning.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Aw, you were too cute. Figured the least I could do was let you sleep after you looked out for me all night.”

“I didn’t stay up,” Kim lies. He hadn’t meant to, and it wasn’t for Porsche’s sake that he had, he just hadn’t been able to sleep. 

“Next time I’ll wake you up, then,” Porsche says casually. He puts his back to Kim to fry up more eggs. The casual acceptance that there will be a next time, that Porsche will go to drink himself to death, find someone to beat him to the brink of it, that Kim will be there to pick up the pieces, makes something in Kim’s chest tighten. “You don’t get to complain it’s too early, though, I’m warning you now.”

“If you want my attention that badly you could just call,” Kim says, a little meanly, a little desperately. He hates the way his heart crawls its way into his throat every time Porsche misses their check-ins—not that Porsche knows what they are. Or maybe he does. Maybe he doesn’t care, because otherwise he would be there when Kim came around. 

Kim hates not knowing how long Porsche was gone and when he’ll turn up again, if Kim will be able to find him. If Porsche will turn up dead in a gutter somewhere, just another lost, forgotten soul. 

Is this how Chay always felt, waiting by the door for his brother’s return night after night, unable to chase after him? It must have been so much worse. Who was Kim, really, other than a stranger that’s inserted himself into their lives? What right did he have to mourn the loss of either brother? 

Porsche doesn’t respond to Kim’s offer—demand, plea—and Kim doesn’t press the issue. He doesn’t know what else to say. He feels like enough of a fraud already. 

A few minutes later Porsche turns off the stove and spills the fried eggs overtop plates of rice. He sets one down in front of Kim, decorated with a ketchup smiley face; ruffles his hair and kisses the top of his head before sitting down, too, and only realizes what he’s done when he looks up to find Kim staring at him, and not the little brother he briefly forgot was gone. 

Neither of them mention it.

I’m writing angsty conflicted KimPorsche and it’s *so* satisfying

[sleepysnk]

OOF OKAY, I GOT THIS IDEA FROM A FRIEND ON DISCORD. i hope you guys enjoy this horny piece of smut because it definitely made me feel some type of way 😏❤.

Sleepovers

Pairings: Jean Kirstein x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, praising, voyeruism.

It was a usual Friday night for (Y/N) and her friend group.

They were having one of their annual sleepovers that took place almost every other weekend. Of course everyone now being in college, things like this were more common as there was no parental guidance involved. (Y/N) loved the idea of sleeping over with her friends and she always came whenever it was planned.

The friend group consisted of Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Sasha, Connie, Reiner, Bertholdt, his girlfriend Annie, and Jean.

Jean had always had it out for (Y/N) ever since they met during her freshman year of college. He treated her differently from everyone else. (Y/N) couldn't lie and say she didn't have a crush on him, he was charming, tall, and such a huge flirt. He had everything she would have wanted in a guy.

He'd always throw a compliment her way or give her a sly smile that made her feel weak, Jean knew all the right things to do to make her feel special. He had a way with words that nobody else seemed to have.

(Y/N) always returned the favor, throwing a nice compliment his way or sending a cute flirt. Jean would always be absolutely surprised at her actions, he never took her as the type to flirt back. He always found himself winning during those flirts.

Sometimes their own friends would call them out on it, telling them to "get a room!" or "get together already!". Neither of them had the courage to confess any feelings because they were just too chicken shit for it.

The night started off fun, they picked Eren's place to spend the night which was decently cool. They all watched a movie, played games, had a bit of alcohol, and even built a pillow fort which was later destroyed by Connie and Sasha over a fight about snacks.

(Y/N) and Jean had their usual hinted comments thrown around. He didn't leave her side the whole night, he always found himself beside her or near her.

"Shit I am exhausted.." Eren said, yawning.

The night was finally dying down. Eren and Mikasa layed on the couches in the basement, Armin was already snoozing in his sleeping bag while Connie and Sasha were both knocked out. Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie were just laying down droopy eyed as the movie they watched played on the tv.

(Y/N) was next to Jean, both were wide awake.

Eren stood up, grabbing the remote from the table. "I'm hitting the hay, goodnight guys." he said, switching off the tv.

Darkness filled the room besides the small light coming from one of those scented wall plug-ins. The bathroom also had a small light which emitted from the darkness. (Y/N) heard shuffling, assuming it was Eren laying down on the couch.

The time on the small clock read 2:41 A.M.

(Y/N) tried her best to get comfortable, unlike everyone else she was struggling to fall asleep. She assumed it was because she had about three sodas and a ton of other sugar, her body was wide awake. She pulled the blanket over her body trying to at least get comfortable, but being on a floor was kind of an issue.

She opened one eye to look at the clock which now read 3:01 A.M.

She sighed, a whole 15 minutes had gone by and she still hadn't fallen asleep. She couldn't exactly go walk around Eren's place, that'd seem rude and she didn't want to wake anybody.

She shifted to the other side where Jean was, that's when her eyes were met with Jean's open ones. He was staring at the ceiling.

She blinked a bit, thinking he was sleeping with his eyes open until his gaze averted towards her.

"Can't sleep either huh..?" Jean asked, his voice low to prevent anyone from waking up.

A soft laugh came from her mouth. "No.. I blame it on all the sugar I had," she replied and looked at him.

A chuckle came from his throat. "You wanna get under the covers? We can talk until one of us falls asleep," he asked in a whisper.

She nodded and sat up, he pulled the blanket over their heads. (Y/N) used her phone flashlight to light up the blanket, her eyes squinted a bit from the bright light. Jean's hair was a bit messy from laying down, he still looked amazing.

A smile grew onto his lips seeing her. "You look pretty cute for being at a sleepover," he said, crossing his legs.

She felt heat rush onto her cheeks. "Not at all.. I feel messy and tired yet I can't sleep," she said, laughing a bit.

Jean admired her features in the lighting, he fingers slightly ghosted over her cheek. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as he touched her.

"You look adorable," Jean said, scooching his body closer towards hers. Their knees touched, making her skin tingle.

They sat there staring at each other for a few moments, suddenly they leaned into each other, their lips connecting into a warm passionate kiss. His tongue swiped along her bottom lip, asking for permission. She slightly moaned into the kiss, he took the opportunity to explore her mouth.

He cupped her cheek and brought her body closer to his. She felt heat forming in between her legs.

"You don't know what you do to me.." he whispered.

Anticipation bubbled in her stomach as he turned her flashlight off. She let out a shaky breath as her eyes closed, feeling his lips attack her neck. She felt his teeth grazing against the soft flesh of her neck, her breath hitched feeling him sucking her sweet spot.

"J-Jean.." she cried out, biting her lip trying to stay quiet.

He smirked against her skin. "Lay down for me (Y/N).." he whispered against her ear.

She lied down on her pillow, Jean's body spreading her legs apart. He put his hands on either side of her head, leaning down to engulf her into another kiss.

He began to kiss down her neck down towards her chest, then towards her belly. Goosebumps littered onto her skin feeling his wet lips against her skin, soft whimpers and moans escaped her lips.

Jean hooked his fingers around the hem of her shorts. "Can I?" he asked, raising his brows.

She couldn't faintly see the outline of his body in the darkness. "Yes.." she replied in a whisper.

He pulled her shorts down her legs, tossing them under the blanket next to them. She shuddered a bit as she felt the cooler air against her wet cunt. Jean maneuvered himself so he was now laying next to her with his head propped up by his arm.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his fingers on her clit, he circled it slowly making her legs open a little wider for him. She felt jolts of pleasure shooting around her body, causing her to become a bit shaky.

They both stopped when they heard shifting coming a few feet away. Eren slightly groaned in his sleep. The two looked at each other before he continued to rub her clit.

"You gotta be quiet beautiful.. we don't need anyone hearing you," Jean whispered, nibbling at the shell of her ear. "But you're so wet.. is that what I do to you? I make your pussy soaked?"

She moved her hips upwards, biting her lip to prevent any moans from escaping her lips.

A low chuckle came from him. He slid one of his fingers into her hot core, a gasp escaped her lips feeling his finger inside of her. He covered her mouth instantly and looked around, making sure nobody got up.

He slowly pumped his finger into her, he felt the aching of his cock causing him to groan a bit as he fingered her. She dug her nails into the sheets below her, shaky breaths and small whimpers came from her mouth as he hit her g-spot.

"J-Jean.." she whimpered, moving her hips to feel more of his finger.

His finger stopped, causing her to look at him in annoyance.

"Be quiet.." he said, pressing his lips onto hers.

She moaned into the kiss when she felt two digits enter her again, the pace this time was a bit quicker.

Her velvety walls fluttered around his fingers, squelching noises came from her pussy from how wet she was.

"You're such a good girl (Y/N)... you take me so well," he whispered, his voice raspy and deep. "You want me to make you cum?"

She shook her head as she whimpered. "Y-Yes.." she replied.

He felt her walls tightening around his fingers, his pace quickened. He turned her head towards his, his eyes staring into hers.

The knot in her stomach came apart as her orgasm took over her body, she buried her face into his neck and let out a soft moan. Her legs felt shaky and her eyes saw white as she creamed around his fingers.

Jean removed his fingers which were coated in her slick arousal. He licked his fingers, savoring the taste.

"You're better than I ever imagined.." he said with a smirk on his face.

She panted a bit, pulling the covers over her body. "Jean.. will you.. cuddle up with me?" she asked, feeling heat rush onto her cheeks.

He smiled. "Of course.. who am I to deny you?" he replied and plopped down next to her.

He pulled her into his embrace, she felt exhausted after coming down from her high. Jean rubbed small circles into the flesh of her waist as he felt his eyes becoming droopy.

-

The next morning the two were awoken by everyone talking.

"I slept decent on the floor," Armin said and sat up.

Everyone's eyes averted towards (Y/N) and Jean who were cuddled up together, her head laying on his chest while his arms were wrapped around her waist.

Eren chuckled. "Well would you look at that? Look at that those two," he said and smirked.

"It was only a matter of time before this happened," Sasha said, yawning.

Eren laughed again before leaning back against the couch. "You should have heard them last night.. they had plenty of fun," he said as he remembered the events that occurred during the night.

(Y/N) sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Hmm?" she asked as she looked around at her friends.

"Oh nothing!" Eren replied, shaking his head.

Jean's eyes open, a slight blush formed onto his face seeing (Y/N) next to him this close.

"Ugh.. you guys are so loud," he said and groaned a bit.

Eren laughed again. "I'd like to say the same to you and (Y/N).." he said and grinned widely.

Their jaws dropped as Eren's words processed through their heads. "Ugh shit.." (Y/N) said as embarrassment rushed onto her face.

"Did you guys..?" Connie asked, furrowing his brows.

Jean snaked his arm around her waist. "None of your business," he replied.

"Look next time you guys wanna do the nasty just go upstairs," Eren said and rolled his eyes playfully.

Connie and Sasha bursted out laughing. "Ew! You guys did the nasty down here!?" Connie asked in between laughter.

(Y/N) covered her face with her hands. "Ugh Eren! You're an asshole," she said and shook her head.

"Connie stop acting like you didn't finger Sasha that one day.. I saw that," Jean said as a smirk formed onto his face.

The two both turned red. "U-Uh.. um.." Sasha said and looked away.

The conversation eventually ended and everyone went back to normal conversation. Jean and (Y/N) talked a bit longer.

"We should hangout later.. you know.. finish what we started," Jean whispered in her ear.

She smirked. "Most definitely.." she replied, kissing his cheek.

[whoree321]

the bad batch + what romance/rom com movies they watch with you

each of the bad batch x gn!reader

ok first and foremost i really truly believe to the pits of my soul that every single one of these fuckos loves romances and you cannot under any circumstances change my mind

ALSO it’s a gender neutral reader except kinda in echo’s theres like a very brief quote regarding breasts but like i still think even that is pretty gender neutral tbh

so anyway

Hunter: Pretty Woman

this is not the first time that i have publicly declared that i think hunter has a deep rooted connection to the movie pretty woman and it will not be the last

first of all this movie is incredibly soothing to hunters overwhelming savior complex

second of all hunter is literally richard gere (debonaire but emotionally distant gentleman that learns to love) and julia roberts (hooker with a heart of gold) at the same time

he was a little skeptical the first time you put it on but he instantly fell in love with it

the humor, the sensuality, the class divide, the glamour, the unconventional cinderella story of it all. it just really butters his bread

after the first time, when you suggest watching a movie and you pick this one he’ll act very aloof about it (“whatever you want cyar’ika, it doesn’t matter to me”) but secretly he’s really really happy bc it’s one of his favorites (you def know this and def pick it more often)

he absolutely hates the scene when stucky the lawyer hits vivian. like it doesn’t matter how many times he watches it he will fully turn his head away from the screen and say “I don’t like this part” and when it’s over he nuzzles a little closer into you and very tenderly kisses your forehead

he loves the soundtrack too. like he fully exposes how much he likes the movie when you catch him singing or humming “pretty woman” or “it must have been love” absently to himself (you kept it to yourself for a while but eventually you just had to tease him about it. he just smiled a little sheepishly and admitted he liked the songs before promptly changing the subject)

hunter also lowkey definitely wants to recreate the ending where richard gere shows up to her apartment in the white limo with you bc he thinks it’s such a sweet gesture and he wants to treat you like royalty

Crosshair: 10 Things I Hate About You

if there’s one thing about crosshair it’s that he’s a sucker for the enemies to lovers genre

maybe its just him projecting (spoiler alert it most certainly is) but he really enjoys watching the drama conflama of a miserable bastard be tricked into love

and really that’s the true essence of 10 Things I Hate About You

he will grumble and bitch and moan about not wanting to watch a ‘chick flick’ when you put it on, but 15 minutes in and he’s hooked

he has strong negative opinions on literally every single character except for kat and patrick

(crosshair really really wants to think he’s patrick but when it comes down to it he is katarina stratford in every single possible way)

he doesn’t say a word throughout the entire movie but you can tell when he’s annoyed at like bianca or cameron or joey bc he will openly scoff at them

will absolutely hum along in your ear during the “can’t take my eyes off you” scene and make out with you during the paintball scene

(seriously he wants to be patrick verona so bad)

when it’s over and you ask him what he thought he’ll roll his eyes and say “i guess it could have been worse” but his little smirk let’s you know he enjoyed it a lot more than he’s willing to admit

Tech: 50 Shades of Grey

ok hear me out on this one

tech is a huge movie talker. like subtitles are a non-negotiable if you wanna be able to take in any of the movies dialogue bc tech is most likely gonna make commentary over it the whole time

this makes him absolutely indescribably so much fun to watch bad/corny movies with

he will go off about EVERYTHING. the plot, the dialogue, the acting, the costuming, the music, the production quality. nothing and no one is safe. whether you just enjoy letting him talk at you or you join in on the roast, cheesy movies are a hoot between you two

and honey. 50 shades is one of THE cheesiest movies ever

you and tech will literally spend the entire duration of the movie tearing it to shreds

and the thing is tech is a very sarcastic, funny guy when he wants to be (and when it comes to you he definitely wants to be) so by the end of it he will have you in absolute stitches from laughing at the ridiculousness of both the movie and him

with any of the other batchers watching a movie like this either turns into a shy, slightly awkward experience (wrecker, echo) or an incorrigibly horny experience (crosshair, hunter)

but in this context tech literally has no shame or squeamishness about sexual things (why should he it’s a natural biological process?) so to yall the sex stuff is just another thing to roast

literally christian grey could be fully tying dakota johnson down and flogging her and tech will be like “in the last 3 minutes they have panned up to her nipples 4 times. this is criminally shoddy cinematography”

even tho he’s busy giving a detailed play by play critique, he never fails to keep some sort of physical contact with you (wrapping an arm around you and running his hand up and down your skin, playing with your fingers or your hair) so you know he’s enjoying spending this time with you despite his nasty words about the movie

also 1000% after you watch it tech will do extensive research on the ins and outs of bdsm and will have lots of hypotheses he wants to test out (as long as you’re willing and able ofc) ;)))

Wrecker: 13 Going On 30

of all the bad batch members, wrecker is the only one who unabashedly loves any movie that could be considered a chick flick

like he doesn’t even try to hide it or act like he’s too masculine for it. he loves romance and he’s proud of it

this man will have full marathons with you. rom coms, regular roms, tragic roms, hallmark roms, you name it and he’s game

his absolute favorite tho is 13 Going On 30

i feel like he has a huge soft spot for childhood best friends to lovers stories like he finds that type of lifelong partnership so endearing (and he loves to live vicariously through jenna since that type of romance was obviously never an option for him)

wrecker is also very childlike at heart and i think the idea of a 13 year old sweetheart trapped inside the body of a 30 year old cut throat magazine exec is so amusing to him (and maybe makes him feel just a little bit represented in the media)

he is definitely the type to completely engulf you in a cuddle for the entirety of the movie and he DEFINITELY cries into your shoulder at matty’s wedding when jenna is crying on the stoop with her dream house

he wants to try razzles so bad. like so bad. i think if he ever came across them somewhere he would barter at least one of his brothers for them

wrecker really just loves love and watching movies about it just reminds him of how lucky he is to have his own love story with you <3

Echo: The Princess Bride

i feel like it’s glaringly obvious why echo loves this movie

pirates. sword fighting. decades long revenge plots. the value of an honorable, loyal man. true love that never wavers even in the face of devastating tragedy and the darkest of hardships. clever but goofy humor.

echo considers this an action/adventure movie and NOT a romance movie (even tho it 100% totally is a romance movie) and requests to watch it very frequently

he can quote the whole thing. i’m seriously telling you echo loves the princess bride with his whole chest

even tho he refuses to admit it’s a love story above all else, he really does try to model himself in your relationship after wesley

like especially given what happened at the citadel and all the time you thought he was dead, the cinematic parellels are alive and present in y’alls relationship and he strives to be even half the man to you that wesley is to buttercup

literally in your day to day life he will sometimes respond to your requests with a smooth “as you wish ;)” (it doesn’t matter how many times he does it it still gives you butterflies)

when you watch the movie, he snuggles as close to you as possible and does his best to make youre comfy the whole time (he’s insecure about his prosthetics hurting you no matter how much you reassure him they don’t)

he just loves to be able to feel your heartbeat and your laugh when you giggle at the funny bits

every single time without fail at the part when buttercup is about to stab herself he leans down, ghosts his lips against the shell of your ear, and whispers the line in time with wesley: “there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours”

every single time without fail you wind up making out until he pulls away and tells you to watch the next part when wesley challenges humperdinck to a duel to the pain

echo just loves you to bits and wants you to know he’d endure a thousand fire swamps for you

Omega: Clueless

i have this really specific obsession with omega being a total girly girl and having very traditionally feminine interests as she keeps experiencing the universe and being exposed to a spectrum of gender expression beyond clone (masc and boring) and kaminoan (ugly)

so with that headcanon of her in mind, it’s vital to me that she sees clueless as soon as possible

clueless is an essential piece of media for a girl entering adolescence and i will die on this hill

it has literally everything you want and everything you need to develop into a well-rounded young woman

it’s so deliciously 90s and glamorama and valley girl humor and camp. its got meaningful female friendships and valuable life lessons and paul mf rudd

if there’s one thing you should encourage a burgeoning hetero teen girl to do, it’s to stick to dating guys like paul rudd in clueless. the earlier this message can be broadcast the better

the second you’re able to steal omega away from hunters watchful eyes (“hunter we’re just gonna watch finding nemo i swear!”) you show her this movie

at this point omega is not really a girly girl, but omega also has absolutely zero feminine influence in her life

the first time she sees clueless she is absolutely obsessed. like seriously she is so enamoured with the glitz and glam of cher horowitz

she asks you questions the entire time. she wants to know about EVERYTHING. the makeup, the clothes, the hair, the slang

(she definitely goes around saying stuff like “i’m totally bugging” for long enough afterwards that almost all of the boys have slipped up at least once with some ridiculous valley girl slang. you thought you were gonna die of laughter when you overheard tech say “as if!” to wrecker in the middle of an argument)

it just really introduces her to this whole world of femininity that she didn’t even know existed and she absolutely loves it

she makes you watch clueless with her seriously once a week at minimum. she begs you to style her hair like tai’s and you can’t help yourself when you happen to run across a little yellow plaid dress and buy it for her on sight

(hunter was gonna scold you for recklessly spending credits until he saw how omega almost cried from how happy she was for the gift)

honestly she enjoys the romance of it all and paul rudd is def her first celebrity crush but she enjoys more that you and her now have this special thing of hair and nails and pretty dresses

she loves how confident and beautiful and special you’re able to make her feel, and you love that you get to bring her that small sense of normalcy and happiness

[resurrectedclones]

Walk Ins

So I made a post about the different kinds of liminals and how most come about with a person being exposed to various amounts of ectoplasm over a long period of time, with 2 exceptions. Half Ghosts and Walk Ins. 

I’ll make a post explaining my headcanons about Half Ghosts at a different time but right now I’m going to talk about Walk Ins.

So walk ins are ghosts that possess and reanimate a recently dead body with their ectoplasm. The body is technically alive again but the soul/consciousness/whatever becomes a ghost of the original person is gone. This gives the ghost an empty shell to pretend to be human in.

For obvious reasons the ghosts that do this tend to use recently dead bodies, which is obviously distressing to the family of the person the body belonged to. Some cultures evolved some very elaborate burial rituals in attempts to prevent this, and ghosts eventually found other ways to appear human. Younger ghosts could simply surpass their auras like Kitty, Johnny, and Ember, while others used the power of shape shifting like Spectra, Bertrand, and Amorpho, or had artifacts like Dora. So eventually the practice fell out of favor.

When half ghosts were found to be a thing, many believed them to be an alternate form of walk ins, where the ghost was possessing their own body. Something that couldn’t happen normally because by the time a ghost was strong enough to possess something their body would have already started rotting. However, there are some differences between walk ins and half ghosts.

1. Half ghosts can shift between human and ghost without having to consciously think about what they are doing with their human body. They reflexively carry their body with them in a pocket dimension while walk ins have to purposely do this or risk leaving their body behind. 

2. Half ghosts cannot be separated from their human bodies without mental consequences. If a walk in is separated from their body they are mentally the same as they were before and the body just slumps over with no will to pilot it. Half ghosts however, have their consciousness split between the human and ghost.

3. Half ghosts age. At a possible different rate than typical humans, but they do age. Walk ins do not. Their human body is stuck at the age the body died at.

Also I didn’t give examples of walk ins from the show because I forgot but there are 2 instances in canon. First is Spectra during her second appearance where she made herself a body to possess. Although that kind of falls in the same category of Valerie and the clones being artificial.

The other one is:

[lenasai]

this week in blaseball

chorby got attacked by consumers some more. fans on discord started responding to the chorby chomps in the blasebot events channel with the lyrics to "once in a lifetime"

players can whack consumers with bats now

literal blood wars (teams fighting over blood blessings)

weather go brrrrrr

so. many. solar eclipse games. an early incineration put fans on edge, but only three players got incinerated

the mechanics and fridays played a game that lasted for 28 INNINGS, breaking the actual major league record of 26 innings

new weather dropped, and it has the chance to give players new items

georgias got entire parts of their roster shuffled in reverb and now they're out to kill the gods

the tacos' wyatt (ivy) went absolutely off the walls in reverb weather and copied mods from their teammates a total of 29 TIMES, which made the game very long because they wouldn't do anything else for a while. they did end up coming out of that game with fire eater, which is Very Cool Of Them.

oliver loofah got feedback swapped to the shoe thieves while shelled and was somehow able to play as a result because the sim got confused

lōotcrates started tweeting things that got 1,000 upshells on the feed, and a coordinated effort to send a message to uncle plasma and liquid friend ended up being successful

death mints real...but only because someone dumped a bunch of coins into increasing the rate of solar-eclipse related events at the last minute.

salmon cannons are a thing now, and they can just launch players elsewhere. the first victim of the cannon was named fish summer.

salmon cannons can also launch consumers elsewhere, which is Funny

garages were on track to be the first to enter party time again, but then the mills tanked at the last second

chorby died again :(

after some parties......garages Good? we're good????? what is this, i'm not used to it

game stop redacting magic players challenge

the spies got a player named nepeta added to their shadows and immediately begged someone, anyone, to plunder them to avoid being associated with the very obvious homestuck reference.

the garages (the band) played a very sick (not live) concert

the shoe thieves pulled ahead in their first postseason game vs. the steaks by 0.1 points and then lost by 0.2 points because a ghost fucked up and got an unrun

the steaks pulled off the championship win by looping under sun 2 and ending up with more points, effectively granting them two wins in one game

WHERE IS BNN

[missjanjie]

The Perks of Back to School Season | Jankie

this is a commission for @aqpuppy based off of this post from the fic title game (except i changed the title bcs i didn't like it lol) - a slice of life moment for real housewife Jackie and nanny Jan.

Ship: Jankie (Jan Sport/Jackie Cox) Word Count: 1.2k Rating: E

comission info | ko-fi

During the school year, Jackie was left with a lot of free time during the day. More specifically, she had a lot of free time to spend with Jan. With her twins in second grade and her youngest in preschool, there were still plenty of more practical things she could have the nanny do, but she had much more fun pampering and pleasuring her.

The two women watched the elementary school bus, then the preschool bus, drive away. They waited a beat, then walked back to the mansion just down the road, fingers intertwined the whole way.

“Now, my darling, what would you like to do today?” Jackie asked, looping her arms around Jan’s waist and pulling her into a deep kiss. “I, for one, would love to spoil my princess,” she cooed.

“You spoil me so well,” she hummed in a soft, flirtatious voice. “I trust you to pick the day’s activities,” she smiled, pressing kisses along her jaw.

“A task I won’t take lightly.” She tilted her head as she mulled it over. “Why don’t you change into a bathing suit? And maybe something to throw over it,” she added with a grin. “Figure we can go to the spa, take a dip in the infinity pool, then get some massages, let you get all nice and pampered.”

Jan preened at the suggestion. “Mm, that sounds perfect.” She reluctantly backed off from Jackie, then darted up the stairs to get changed, already in the midst of tearing up her closet by the time Jackie joined her.

The older woman chuckled in amusement. “Darling, if you can’t find anything to wear, we can just buy something new.”

So, the first stop was at one of Jackie’s favorite boutiques, where Jan picked out a dark purple bikini that just barely covered what it needed to, a silky white cover-up, and an oversized pair of sunglasses. She linked arms with Jackie, grinning broadly as she wore her new outfit outside of the boutique and Jackie’s driver took them to the spa.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been in an infinity pool before,” Jan remarked, setting her cover-up and flip-flops on one of the lounge chairs with Jackie’s large purse before the two of them eased into the heated water. “It’s so nice.”

“Only the best for you,” Jackie cooed, her arms wrapping around Jan’s waist and resting on her ass. “Especially when you’re looking as good as this,” she purred, backing her against the wall and kissing down her neck. Her fingers drifted down and forward, moving between her thighs. “You know, it’s not very crowded…”

Jan let out a soft, pleased sigh, her heart skipping a beat. She bit her lip, nodding. “No one would notice,” she replied, both agreeing and giving permission.

Jackie smirked, her fingers dipping underneath Jan’s bikini bottoms, two fingers rubbing small, firm circles against her clit. “You still have to stay quiet, though. Gotta be a good girl for Mommy,” she whispered, her lips ghosting along the shell of her ear.

“I will,” Jan assured in a breathy whisper, but quickly bit down on her lip when Jackie eased one finger, then another into her. She hid her face against the crook of her neck, whimpering softly as her hips rocked in tandem with her thrusts.

“Good girl,” she praised as she twisted her wrist and curved her fingers, her free hand on Jan’s waist, feeling each time her body jerked forward and noticing when the movements became more erratic. “You gonna come for Mommy, princess?”

Jan picked her head up, nodding and looking at her with wide eyes. “Can I?”

“Of course, baby. Go ahead.”

She barely stifled her moans as her hips snapped forward, gripping onto Jackie tightly as she came, then relaxing against the wall as she caught her breath. “Fuck…”

Jackie couldn’t fight the grin of smug satisfaction as she pulled back enough to admire her handiwork. “There we go, such a good girl for me,” she praised, leaning back in to press a kiss to her forehead. “Whenever you’re ready, we can shower off and head into the spa.”

Jan nodded, allowing herself to relax into the water for a bit longer before deciding to wrap it up and move onto the spa. Of course, showering consisted of some more fooling around - neither of them could help themselves - but luckily the spa took walk-ins when it came to their more elite clientele.

“Good afternoon, Kendra,” Jackie greeted warmly, “how’s college going?”

“Pretty well, always nice to see you, Mrs. Cox. Shall I book your usual for you and your guest?” she asked, cocking her head towards Jan with a knowing smirk.

Jan beamed, looping her arms around Jackie’s waist while she waited for her to confirm and pay.

Jackie loved being able to pamper Jan, the two of them relaxing through the facials, manicures, pedicures, deep tissue massages. From beginning to end, they had spent nearly four hours at the spa, but left feeling utterly refreshed.

“That was amazing, baby,” Jan cooed as they got in the backseat of Jackie’s Porsche. “You spoil me so much, makes me feel so special,” she hummed, resting her head on her shoulder.

“Of course, princess,” Jackie cooed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I love spoiling you, and you deserve it, if nothing else, for taking such good care of the kids.” She instructed the driver to take them home, keeping Jan close the entire ride.

“I really do try to,” Jan assured with a grin, “I love those kids, Jackie.”

“And they love you. They see you as another mom to them… or at the very least, a cool aunt that lives with them and is extra close with their mom.”

As the car pulled up to the mansion and they went inside, Jan looked at Jackie curiously. “Do you think we’ll ever tell them? Maybe when they’re old enough to understand?”

Jackie hesitated, mulling it over as the two of them walked up to the bedroom. Truth be told, she would announce her feelings for Jan to the world if she could, the last thing she felt was shame when it came to her. But the risk was far too great. “I think one day we’ll be able to tell them, though I don’t know how you can explain to a kid that Mommy and Daddy only love each other as friends and Mommy’s actually in love with their nanny.”

Jan’s eyes widened and her mouth hung part way open. “You’re in love with me?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Realizing what she’d said, Jackie’s cheeks flushed red. She swallowed thickly as she nodded. “This isn’t exactly how I wanted it to come out,” she admitted with a dry laugh, “but there’s no use in denying it, I really am.”

Instead of a verbal response, Jan threw her arms around Jackie and kissed her deeply, holding her as tight as she could, not pulling back in the slightest until she had to come up for air. “I love you too,” she breathed out against her lips. And even if they never told another soul, it would be worth it as long as they had each other.