#Give me the ball dammit! [crack]

[owlcomics101]

”Pup Cup.” Task force 141 x Dog hybrid!reader

Warnings: Sfw (I am a minor), fluff, swearing/cussing, Doggo shenanigans

To say you were spoiled would be an understatement. Granted you were a great dog hybrid. Despite being a golden retriever/human hybrid to which are rarely to not used at all in the military. Yet here you are, the rare ray of sunshine in task force 141. Your tail always wags when someone walks by or even glances at you. Military dog hybrids don’t usually like or play fetch but your OBSESSED with it. After missions there’s always a tennis ball in your mouth. Which annoys the hell out of everyone if there’s a squeaker in it but they never have the heart to take it from you, but out of everything there was one time during an undercover mission Soap gave you a “Pup cup” from a Starbucks you and him were at (basically whipped cream in a small cup). Ever since then, every time the team drove by a Starbucks you would go absolutely ballistic! Today was no different. The team was just wanting a little ‘pick me up’ from Starbucks to help get their day going on the way to base. You were sandwiched between Soap and Ghost. Your tail wagging like crazy and slapping Ghost repeatedly which was clearly pissing him off. Soap on the other hand couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as Ghost grabs your tail to get you to stop.

“Y/N! Calm yourself.” Ghost said with a clear scowl on his face behind his mask. You couldn’t help but let out an audible yip when he grabbed your tail.

“Sorry lieutenant.” You mumbled before your ears perk up when you heard Price start order the team’s drinks at the drive through. Price squints his eyes as he looks at the menu before clearing his throat.

“Yes, can I get a—Y/N sit down!” You were trying to poke your head out to the front where Gaz and Price were sitting. Price trying to push you back with his hand before Ghost pulls you back by the shoulders.

“Sit.” Ghost says sternly before looking over and glaring at Soap.

“This is what you get for bloody spoiling them Johnny!” Ghost snaps. Soap scoffs with an eye roll.

“I was just doing it to blend in during that mission. It was one time-“

“One time too many!” Ghost interrupts Soap before Price looks over his shoulder to them.

“Will all you muppets shut up? I’m trying to order!” Price snaps before turning back to the window. Gaz watches you out of the corner or his eyes, seeing the pitiful look on your face.

“Ignore them Gaz or they’ll never learn.” Price says sternly, but Gaz keeps glancing at you every now and then still. The look on your face making his chest feel heavy before he looks away trying to distract himself with his phone. Until he accidentally glances at you before cussing under his breath.

“God dammit-“

“I said stop bloody looking at them Gaz!” Price says before accidentally looking at you himself. You sat there with very sad and watery puppy dog eyes. The water in your eyes making your eyes sparkle a bit from the light’s reflection. Price clenched his fists as he looks away trying t compose himself. He shouldn’t reward such behavior, but this has been the only time you have been out of line. Ghost looks down at you, almost guilty for telling you no-

“Don’t fall for it Simon!” He thinks to himself., he knew it was just the affects of your ‘puppy dog eyes’. Then you started to whimper.

“No, no, no, NO! Don’t beg Y/N!” Price tried to be tough but his tough guy exterior was already cracking. You look at Gaz and he quickly tries to look away.

“Don’t you look at me like that!” Gaz hides himself behind his cap. Soap couldn’t take it anymore. He was fidgeting with his fingers anxious, this felt like pure torture to him before he finally snaps.

“Goddammit-just give them what they want Cap’n!”

“No! I will not reward begging! We do not beg! We are soldiers goddammit!” Price grips the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turn white. He forced himself to look away but you just kept quietly whimpering to yourself until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“GOD FOCKING DAMM-“

You were licking out of your small pup cup, holding it with both your hands, your face completely covered in whipped cream as Ghost every now and then wiped off. Your tail was wagging from pure happiness and bliss but Ghost doesn’t stop it because deep down. He’s secretly enjoying it. Price was visibly pisssd but not at you, more at himself for giving into your ‘puppy eyes’. Gaz was quietly sipping his drink as Soap stroked your head. You have won.

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Part 2 of the one shot.

Warning. Smut!

Yandere Norman Nordstrom x Younger Female Reader

Kidnapping and obsessive love.

Romance. Women loves romance. Norm smiled at the thought of you blushing and giggling. Maybe if he goes to the store and gets some fresh red roses. He doesn't use candles since he doesn't really care about perfume scented air much. So, he should get some too at the arts and crafts store.

Watermelon or strawberry scented candles. Both would be nice. Nodding in determination, Norm sat inside his Lamborghini and then suddenly an emergency alert came from his cell phone. Out of fear, it showed you running away from the mansion as you destroyed the bathroom window. All his windows were bullet proof except the window in the bathrooms because sometimes his security dogs would jump over them to come inside the mansion.

You slick cunning cock!

Gritting his straight teeth in anger, Norm drove as fast as he could while watching his cellphone screen. You were running across his large front garden so you can reach his neighbor's mansion.

He can make it. He then realized how dark it was and that the full moon gave him advantage to spot you from the distance.

Ungrateful bitch. He didn't rape you or hit you minus the times you attacked him. Like biting his tongue when he was trying to French kiss you. Or when you kneed him in the balls. Ouch. That Fuckin' hurt. It didn't hurt as much as the pain inside his chest. You broke his heart again.

You collapsed on your knees from all the running. Tch. Pathetic Norm thought. You were so damn spoiled and weak that you never exercised unlike him. You were not averagely healthy or athletic. He doesn't need his car. Norm turned off his car and jumped out and ran at full speed.

"Huh?" You looked over your delicate and frail shoulder to see your kidnapper! How did he find out?

You tried to get up but he tackled your lithe and supple body hard against the grass floor hard. You tried to scream but suddenly, he slapped you!

You yelped in pain and then stared up to see his handsome face looking at you in anger.

You clutched your face despite making the pain worse. You froze your resistance and then silently sobbed. You didn't want to make him more mad by crying loud so you tried to hide your hiccups but it was no use

Norm's beautiful blue eyes widened in shock. He stared at the back of his hand in disbelief. He hit a woman and not only that. The woman he loved.

He watched in pity as you slumped and didn't fight back as you cradled your injured cheek. If he wasn't sure ashamed of his harshness he would have thought of you trying to be quiet from crying oddly cute.

But, now he felt regret. Without a word, he slung you over his muscular shoulder like a sack of potatoes and you didn't kick or wiggled like the previous times you ran away but was captured.

You gave up.

And he knew.

He didn't mean to break your spirit. But, you were so scared to give him a chance. That was all he wanted.

He went to the entrance of his mansion greenhouse at the center of his front yard garden. He kicked the door open and slammed you down on the floor to sit on your ass. You hissed in pain.

You looked up to see his powerful figure fuming and looking down on you. "Why?" He hissed through his teeth. "I gave you all my love yet you reject me. Why do you resist me? I'd die for you."

Your lips trembled in fear. Norm wasn't having it. He clenched his jaw.

"Why!?" He roared.

You flinched. "I..." You hiccuped and felt tears down your beautiful sculpted cheekbones. "I can't love someone I fear."

You saw that your words hurt him. A Navy Seal was wounded by a weak and spoiled lady like yourself. How strange.

"You don't get it, do you?" Norm's voice cracked as he looked away for a second and then you saw his saddened expression. Your heart burned at the sight.

"I love you, Dammit!" He punched the glass wall of the greenhouse. You yelped. You saw the glass shatter and his fist bloodied. "My life was better before I realized you exist. You ruined my life!"

You sniffed. "I am sorry, Norm." You looked at the ground.

Norm sighed in exhaustion. He then crouched down on one knee to your level and grabbed your chin gently despite smearing your chin with his blood from his injured fist.

You blinked in curiosity. He smiled a little as he unbuttoned his shirt. You couldn't help but stare. His top body was carved like Roman sculptors of Ancient Greek Gods. Ares especially. The God of war.

Holy shit.

You ogled. Norm liked that look on you. He knew you were getting horny. But his body was not all he had to offer you.

There across his chest was bold calligraphy letters of your name. How long was it there?

He did all this for you? He was serious about you.

He grabbed your hand gently and placed it over his heart.

It was dominant and strong like his body and personality.

"I can't control the pace of my heart whenever I think of you. Pity me at least." He pleaded you with large puppy blue eyes.

You felt your womanhood wetten and your throat dry. Is this love?

Norm was waiting for your response. To his surprise and pleasure you leaned your beautiful face close to his pink dry lips.

"Same." You whispered.

Norm couldn't believe his ears. This was a dream come true. You kissed him. Holy shit.

Without a second, Norm kissed back with fever and he grabbed your head and lashed his tongue inside your mouth.

"You're mine now." He ripped your nightgown off. Surrounded by plants in the open air being watched by the full moon was a fairy tale where you lost your first time.

After done, Norm carried you bridal style to the bedroom he shared with you and while you were spent, he drove to the emergency room for stitches.

[astaroth1357]

The Brothers are Damsels in Distress!!

I was flicking through my feed, saw something and went: "But what if Rapunzel??"

Content: Hints of Fairytale AU, but on crack

Scenario: One morning, through utterly inexplicable means, a portal opens up and drops one of the brothers into a cottage-style tower straight out of a fairy tale. The whole room is enchanted so they can't break out on their own. Their only means of communication are their phones and a crystal ball they can use to see what the MC and others are doing.

How are they taking this?

~♡♡♡~

Lucifer

This man is livid. Fuming. Almost apoplectic.

He has no idea what being has decided to put him in this position, but he's already planning on making them Cerberus' next chewtoy the moment he finds his freedom.

After establishing that he can't teleport out, break the walls, jump out the window, tunnel through the floorboards, or just blow up the room out of spite... he finally accepts his fate.

Lucifer... is miserable. He's doing his best to conserve his phone battery so he can still coordinate with his brothers from a distance, but watching them stumble around cluelessly through the crystal ball is honestly painful. He quite frequently shouts at the feed like a football dad screaming at a TV.

He puts all his hopes in MC and Dia coming up with something because everyone else is mostly useless... There were multiple instances where he just holds his head in his hands, resigning to the idea of being stuck there until he's just a dried out skeleton.

Even if they finally get to him, he won't be happy. He'll be humiliated by the whole affair and trying to anything in his power to save face and get out on his own as much as possible. Anyone who values their lives will forget that it ever happened in the future.

Bonus:

MC: *standing under the tower*

MC: Lucifer! Lucifer!! Let down your-gah!!

*they rub their head and feel something wet hit their fingers*

MC: Was... was that a tomato?!

MC: You know what, fuck you man!! Go help yourself!! 🤬

Mammon

He's flipping out.

An extrovert like Mammon trapped in a room like that all alone?? He'll go stir crazy in three days tops!

It took twenty minutes and 3 selfies for anyone besides the MC to believe that he was trapped in there. ... Then MC raking his brothers over the coals for them to actually start treating it like a priority. He really didn't do it to himself this time, dammit!!

Mammon's ADHD brain is already going mad after a few hours of nothing to do. MC gets piles upon piles of texts ranging from, "Are ya any closer yet??" to "MC, if ya can't get me out of here, take care of Goldie for me... my car too."

They have to reassure him multiple times that he would not, in fact, die in there if they could help it. Though after his phone goes dead from the constant spam, they do start to worry...

If there was any bright side to the situation, Mammon gets to watch his treasured MC absolutely tear his brothers a new one if any one of them so much as think about giving up or postponing the search. Their anger is truly frightening... so good thing he isn't there! Ha!!

When they finally find him, he's never lept for the MC so fast... Literally. He literally jumps. He wants out of there FAST.

Bonus:

MC: *standing under the tower*

MC: Mammon! Mammon!! Let down your-

Mammon: *leaps from the tower, knowing they'll find some way to catch him*

Mammon: FREEDOM!!!

MC: Oh dear God, don't just jump!!! 😫

Leviathan

Panicking like crazy and running around in circles. Can you even comprehend how many premieres he's going to miss like this?? The spoilers!!!

After the MC gets a hold of him through the phone and they tell him to hang tight and if he figures out where he is to let them know.

So uh... He had intends to keep his phone usage down to a minimum so he could conserve the battery life. However, he figures he could at least do his mobile game check-ins and the next thing he knows his phone dies during a weekly dungeon....

Honestly? His soul might have died along with it.

He spends a lot of time staring at the crystal ball, hoping in vain that one of his brothers will watch TV or something, anything that could give him something to do.

That was his only way of communicating with the others and, more importantly, the only source of entertainment an otaku like him could have in a room like this! Does he look like a cottagecore enthusiast?? No!!!

If anyone is in his bedroom, he'll try to zoom in on Henry's fishbowl and talk to him to decompress... He already feels like such an idiot for wasting his battery life. Henry, why is he so stupid...?

Yeah, he's going to be bored and moping until somebody comes to find him. But at least he won't mind the isolation as much so they're not too worried about him going crazy in there. He'll be fine... right?

Bouns:

MC: *standing under the tower*

MC: Leviathan! Leviathan!! Let down your-

Levi: *scrambles to the window* MC, DID YOU BRING A CHARGER?!?

MC: PRIORITIES, LEVI!!!

Satan

He is naturally furious, but also weirdly intrigued. Is this like one of those escape rooms MC sometimes talks to him about...?

Much like Lucifer, he quickly finds that trying to break through stuff wouldn't get him anywhere... as the heavy countertop he smashed into smithereens again the wall shows him.

Tantrum out of his system, Satan is probably the most rational the seven. He does his best to communicate to the others where the tower is based on the landmarks he can see, but he also uses his phone sparingly to conserve the battery.

While they all work to track him down, he keeps himself busy by listening to their plans through the crystal ball or searching for any weak points on his own, because what good would just sitting around do him?

He's surprisingly flexible. If the group plans to look for him from above, he sets out cushions on the floor just in case of any falls. If they want to look for him on foot, he makes sure to light as many candles as possible to give them a makeshift beacon to guide them.

By the time that they actually find him, he's already figured out a couple ways to help get him out depending on the possible exit points and has prepared accordingly.

Bonus:

MC: *standing under the tower*

MC: Satan! Satan!! Let down your-eh?

*they watch as a looong chain of tied together sheets, tablecloths, and towels gets tossed from the window, followed by Satan using it to calmly rappel down*

MC: U-uh.... Never mind! I guess you got this. 😅

Asmodeus

Asmo would be living his best life if only anyone could actually see him up there!

Asmo is all down for playing the role of the helpless, beautiful victim in need of rescuing but how is he supposed to pull that off if he's trapped all alone?? There's no attention! No pageantry!!

After getting the situation across to his brothers, he also kills his phone battery by posting selfies and livestreaming the situation to his adoring public. They're so scared for him, but he's not worried. MC will come find him, after all!

By the time they actually arrive to come get him, Asmo has already dolled himself up to play his newfound role perfectly.

After his phone dies, he keeps himself busy in small ways... Like practicing his relieved expression in a mirror for a few hours. Or using the curtains and his sewing skills to make himself just the cutest gown!

MC: *stand under the tower*

MC: Asmodeus! Asmodeus!! Let down your... hair...?

Asmo: ✨️COMING~!!✨️

*the MC watches as yards and yards of beautiful strawberry blonde trusses indeed gets thrown from the window above, all connected to a very hammy Asmo standing on the window sill*

MC: ... It's only been two days, how did you even grow all that?!?

Beelzebub

Very confused, upset, and hungry. Somebody please help him!!

The minute that Beel sends the message that he is trapped somewhere, it was really all hands on deck. MC and Belphie were freaking out of course, but all of his other brothers were just as worried as well. This is Beel here! He's going to be so hungry out there!!

And hungry he is. He went through an entire two weeks worth of rations stored in the room within an hour. By the end of the day, he's so mindlessly hungry that he starts taking bites out of the tables, chairs, and even his phone...

Since he can't use half of a phone, Beel has to watch his brothers work through the crystal ball while he gnats on the drapery, feeling guilty about making them all so worried...

At least this time his brothers don't argue nor fight with each other at all. Everyone understands what the priorities are and they follow whatever roles they are to the letter. They want to find him ASAP and they even take turns comforting Belphie with MC while they search.

By the time they find him, the whole family is willing to bust through the walls with pickaxes if that's what it takes to get to him. He would feel really touched by all of their efforts, but he's just so hungry... need... food.....

Bonus:

MC: *standing under the tower*

MC: Beel! BEEL!! I BROUGHT BURGERS!!!

Beel: MC... s-so hungry.... 😓

MC: You stay right there, don't move a muscle! I'm coming to you!! 😫

Belphegor

... Deja vu, right?

So this isn’t Belphie's first rodeo. He's practically a "stuffed up somewhere he can't escape from" veteran now. Though this place was more... cozy than the attic.

Call it the cow in him, but he's always had a soft spot for cottagecore. It's so homey and comforting, just perfect for lazy naps under fruit trees! The atmosphere is so relaxing...

So he naps. A LOT.

He ends up communicating a lot more sporadically with everyone than the others. Largely due to the long periods of unconsciousness. But like, could you blame him? What was he even supposed to do in there? MC would figure something out again.

Whenever he goes over to check the progress, he shoots out sarcastic texts about his brothers' dumb ideas to pass the time. It's very apparent how unconcerned he is about this from the get-go...

Does he know when they are on their way to get him? Surprisingly yes. Does he manage to stay awake until they show up? Unsurprisingly no. Go figure...

Bonus:

MC: *standing under the tower*

MC: Belphegor! Belphegor!! Let down your hair!

Belphegor: .....

MC: ... Belphie?

Belphegor: .....

MC: Bitch, are you seriously asleep?!

Belphegor: ....zzzZZzzz....

MC: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!

[seancekitsch]

Be Good: An Adrian Chase x Reader Kinktober fic

warnings: overstimulation, mentioned torture, smut with pretty much no plot

“Hold still!” you command, tightening the ropes around Adrian’s wrists. He wiggles under your grip, actively making it hard to re-tie all of your hard work. 

“Do you blame me? The last time I was tied up I got a toe cut off!” Adrian shouts. He strains against the restraints, sweat already glistening on his brow.

“Only half, and I’m not cutting off anything! I’m gonna finish blowing you once you’re set up,” you explain to him; and you intend to keep that promise. He’s being good, all things considered. You’ve been at this for almost twenty minutes, and this is the first time he’s almost slipped his wrists from where they are so carefully tied at the headboard. And he was so close, you almost pity him. Adrian was being so good, staying nice and quiet, obeying your every word. It was just too much for him, you think. 

You had been torturing him, really. 

First with your hands, you had slowly stripped him of his clothing and rubbed soothing circles into his muscles before you tied him up the first time. You kept the knots around his wrists tight, pressing close to him as you check them. You moved at a glacial pace down his body, pressed your chest against him, stopping to settle between his legs. You massaged his thighs, relaxed him under you before grasping his shaft, already hard and leaking for you. 

“You’re so, so good for me,” you praised, and he responded with a long whine, impatient but not daring to voice his eagerness. 

You gave him a squeeze, then swiped your thumb up and down the underside where the most tender part of him is. He sighed against your touch and begged and pleaded, eyes locked in on yours as you brought him over the edge the first time. He spilled onto your hand with a whimper, telling you he’d still be good if you let him touch you for the next one. He wanted out and that was clear, but you just merely winked and smiled at him as you licked and slurped his spend off of your hand in a show for him. 

“Please!” he groaned out, tugging against the ropes and straining those beautiful muscles of his, but you just ignored all of his pleas. 

You barely let him soften before your hand came to curl your fingers around his base again, but this time, you pressed kisses to his tip as he hardened until he was whining for more again. This time, his whines were more desperate, his face a deep shade of red that spread out to his chest, his thighs trembling under your touch. Poor thing. You licked a long stripe along the underside of his cock, hot and wet along his shaft. He cried out as you took him into your mouth, no mercy from your lips. You hollowed your cheeks, taking him deep and fucking him on your mouth. You leaned into every buck of his hips, every  involuntary shake of his body, holding him there as you bobbed up and down along his length. He begged and pleaded for you to show him mercy, to let him touch you, and you ignored it, instead opting to have your hand cup his balls, massaging them in your grasp as he struggled even harder against the restraints. 

“God dammit!” Adrian cursed, hips stuttering as he came prematurely against the back of your throat. 

That doesn’t deter you, however, and you give him no time to recover before you’re crawling up the edge of the bed to straddle his hips. 

“Please let me fuck you,” he begged, the desperation seeping through his voice as it cracks.

“Who said I was fucking you?” you retorted, lowering yourself on top of him.

Rubbing yourself along his length, moaning at your own relief from the friction, letting him feel exactly how wet this all made you. 

And that’s when he wiggled his hands free, and grabbed your hips roughly. 

“Now let’s try this again,” you say sweetly, tightening his restraints one last time. Adrian nods his head vigorously, his teeth biting down into his bottom lip. 

“Be good,” you command, pressing yourself against his sweaty chest, kissing him sweetly as you lower yourself back onto him. 

You grind yourself against his oversensitive cock, relishing in the way he shivers under you. You drag your clit along the head, gasping against his mouth at the friction. Fuck, you were so focused on Adrian that you’ve neglected yourself entirely. You’re half tempted to untie Adrian, maybe let him have his way with you, but you can’t. You grind yourself against him again, feeling how slick his shaft has become from you. You cannot let him off the hook, you tell yourself. He’ll enjoy this. Just one more. He’s been such a good boy for you, and he deserves all this attention. 

“Please, please give me more,” Adrian begs, and the corners of his mouth twitch as he’s laughing. You can tell he’s trying his goddamn hardest not to make an Oliver Twist joke, and you really fucking appreciate him not actually doing it. You’d absolutely lose it if you were to start laughing right now. 

“Do you deserve it?” you ask, your voice a little more breathless than you intended before you remind him, “You did just try to break free.”

Adrian strains his neck to kiss you to confirm his goodness, to confirm he deserves it. His lips move fervently against your own, a silent argument. Fair enough. 

You grind against him once, twice, thrice more before you let out a quiet moan of your own, your resolve for this fading as your own need sets in, settles in your core like hot molten metal melting all around it.

You grant him mercy on the fourth grind, holding yourself there, your clit catching on the head of his cock as your hand reaches back to grasp his shaft.

You line him up with you easily, like second nature at this point. You sink down on him slowly, inch by inch, until you’re seated on him flush.

The look on Adrian’s face is heavenly; All of his features blissed out and airy, out of breath and smiling so widely it splits his face in half. He lets out the lowest grown, long and drawn out as you finally give him what he wants.

“Can you be good and give me one more?”

He nods and licks his lips.

You take that as he’s ready, and start to move slowly, rocking against him, feeling every inch of him inside you. A tight lipped moan escapes you as you come back down to have your thighs meet his hips, and he bites down even harder on his own. He’s trying so hard to hold on for you so that you can come together. How considerate, but this is more about him right now. He can get you off once you untie him. You start to move quicker; rising and falling, rising and falling. Adrian’s mouth falls open in a desperate moan, his arms taut against the restraints once more out of reflex, the tactile need to feel every bit of you he can. The hand of yours on his chest flexing against his sweaty skin, your nails raking down his sternum.

“So good for me,” you pant, speeding up your motions again, riding him in earnest.

“Wish I could— oh!” Adrian cuts himself off with a moan, bucking his hips up into you.

“Let go for me,” you command, “Give me one more.”

Something in Adrian snaps in this moment, and he goes almost limp, letting you have full control. You work him quickly, the burn in your thighs only soothed by Adrian’s reactions. He lays near dazed, a wide smile on his lips and he mumbles incoherent, “yes” repeated being the only thing you can catch.

Maybe you’ve broken him, or maybe this is all a ruse. You wouldn’t put it past Adrian to lull you into a false sense of security so you can untie him prematurely. He bucks his hips up into you, meeting your thrusts. It only takes a few more well timed movements of your hips, a few more praises, for him to spill inside you. Heat blooms in your core and sends full body shivers across your bones. He comes quietly, with a contented sigh and a lazy smile.

You slow yourself until you settle, seated on him again.

“You did so well, Adrian,” you praise him, and your hands finally move to the ropes. You untie them gently, making sure to rub circles with your thumb into his wrists where they undoubtedly strained.

“Thank you,” he pants, still regaining his senses. Adrian’s arms immediately circle you, encasing you in a hug and keeping you on his chest. He’s teasing kisses to the top of you head and holding incredibly still, just savoring the moment.

It’s not until he adjusts his leg that you let out a quiet whimper of your own.

“Oh, who’s the sensitive one now, hmm?” he teases, whispering in your ear. Well, you did this to yourself.

“Shut up,” you mumble, giggling as you bury your face in his chest.

“What if,” and he pauses as if you’d ever say no to what he’s about to say, “I take care of you and then we go get some McFlurries?”

“I say fuck yeah,” you respond immediately, lips still against his skin.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unsolicited 34

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, oral/noncon, coercion, cum, some untagged sexual and dark elements.

Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

Masterlist

Your fingers curl around the armrest of the sofa as you moan. Lloyd hugs your legs with one arm, squeezing them together as he hammers into you. The frame shakes with his efforts as he crushes you into the cushions, curling your body unnaturally against the end of the couch.

He hasn’t let up, neither has your hangover. Your head rattles with the echo of alcohol, your limbs stiff, and stomach hollow. It’s easier to just give in.

That’s just life with Lloyd. Give up and let him have his way. You’re not fooled, he will get bored soon. This whole ‘vacation’ is a mindfuck.

He slides his hand down your thighs, forcing his fingers along your pelvis and wiggles against your clit. You bit your lip and cling tighter to the sofa, his flesh cracking off of yours as he teases you. You twitch around him as an orgasm quickly coils from the pressure pounding in your core. You let the tension out between your teeth, heaving as you push your head back.

“Liking the motion of the ocean,” he puffs as he slams into you deliberately and you yelp.

“Shut up.”

“Come on, baby, I know you love it.”

“Better when you don’t talk,” you wave a hand at him weakly.

He stops, buried to his limit, and rolls his hips so you spasm. You gasp as he pushes your legs apart and bends over you. He hooks his arms under your back to pull you up. He keeps you folded as he lifts you into his lap, sitting back to tilt into you from below. He turns his head and presses his lips to you ankle, growling as he ruts again.

“Agh,” you grasp his round shoulder, the muscle wrought and corded tight, “fuck.”

He chuckles as he keeps you trapped against him, hips pumping and chest thrumming. He leans his head back as you feel his orgasm wind through him, nails digging into your skin as he grunts into a blissful roar. He spills in you, quaking as he fucks his cum deep into your cunt until its dripping down his pelvis.

He leans forward and drops you, hovering over you as he catches his breath. His arm is bent against the couch as he holds himself over you and pulls your head straight. His thumb caresses your chin as your lashes flutter. You groan and push lightly on his thigh.

“My fucking head is killing me,” you grumble.

It’s not what he expects. You either but you can’t focus past the pulsing in your temples. The tequila haunts you still and the excess of his needs, forces you over the edge.

He brushes his knuckles up your cheeks and places his large hand over your forehead. The warmth of his touch is comforting. The only time you’ve felt anything but irritation for it. He drags his palm back down your face and tickles your neck, one last grope of your chest before he pulls out. He always ruins it.

He slides out of you and sits back against the couch as he huffs. He stands, wiggling his dick as he pulls it back to look at his sack. He clicks his tongue and chuckles, “look at the mess you made on my balls, honey.”

“Lloyd,” you push yourself up and grip your head, “tell me there’s advil in this damn place.”

“Relax, there’s a first aid kit… somewhere.”

He walks shamelessly around the cabin and opens the cupboard beneath the steering wheel. He sifts around as you hang your legs over the edge of the cushions and slump forward. Why did you drink so much? You didn’t have much of a choice but dammit. You know better.

The tink of metal makes you wince and you look up as Lloyd unclasps the lid of a silver box. He searches and pulls out a plastic pill bottle, shaking it so you whimper. He tosses it at you and you barely catch it before it whips against your face. You grumble as he packs away the kit.

“Thanks,” you sigh as you uncap the bottle.

“Water downstairs,” he says, “you still haven’t got the grand tour.”

He comes back to you, softening to your relief. With any luck, he’s gotten it out of your system and there’s somewhere you can cocoon yourself up and sleep below. You take two capsules and click the lid back on. You swallow them dry and stand.

You pause to pick up the wrinkled dress at your feet but he stops you.

“You don’t need it,” he insists, “come on, let's go. I’ll put you to bed, baby.”

He guides you around the couch and gestures you towards the narrow stairs that descend into the floor. You hesitate as his hand creeps down your arm and he takes your hand. It’s the little things that really agitate you. None of this is normal, least of all him, so you wish he’d quit pretending.

“As long as I get to lay down, I don’t give a fuck what you do,” you say as you begin down ahead of him, your arm stretched backward as he clings to you.

“Fuck, you’re such a romantic,” he follows you down, “I’ll fuck you to sleep, honey. You can have a nice little nap while I ruin you.”

💎

For all Lloyd's effort, the atmosphere never settles. He seems well-honed in the art of deception so that his flagrant love of firearms starts to make sense. They cannot be unrelated but you know better than to untie that riddle.

A night on the boat, another in the hotel, before your inevitable return to the wintry city. It passes in his finely crafted fantasy of Mr. and Mrs. Hansen. Not much different than before; fucking between pointless arguments.

The flight home isn't much different than the trip there. Rather than sitting in his lap, Lloyd forces your head down and has your mouth on him until he's oversensitive. You can't help but wonder where he finds the energy, you're flagging at best and even more daunted by the task awaiting you.

The rack of clothes accompanies you. As you come onto the tarmac, Lloyd gives an order that a delivery service be contacted. You don't argue. Another unnecessary splurge that won't come to fruition… if you can follow through.

The house greets you with a dreadful shade of deja vu. You enter, the place eerily quiet as Lloyd sighs and checks the fuzz on his lip as he removes his coat. You strip off your own, uncertain what comes next. Do you go back to work?

He doesn't say anything as he unzips his boots and steps out of them. He leaves you swiftly, entering the den without a glance back. You hesitate and take the opposite direction, going to the kitchen to put on a pot of well-needed coffee.

The familiar ritual eases your addled nerve as your mind climbs the stairs and pinpoints the phone tucked under your pillow. It's probably dead by now. You'll give it a charge and wait. Lloyd can't stick around forever, he never does.

"Better be blonde roast," Lloyd startles you from your inner machinations.

"Huh, uh, medium," you reply as you open the cupboard.

He nears and reaches over, setting down something on the counter. The shape looms in your peripheral as you choose a mug. You put the porcelain on the marble and pause, the hexagonal box making you want to hiss like a vampire at silver.

"What's that?" You slide along the counter and tap your fingers impatiently as you watch the machine grind.

"Open it."

"I don't want to."

"Went to our favourite jeweler."

You give him a sharp look and he smirks. That day you walked into the shop looking for that damn overpriced watch is the biggest mistake you've ever made. He makes you want to go back to your ignorance.

"Too expensive–"

"You've already worn stuff double the cost. Go on."

"You want coffee?" You reach for another mug and grab the cupboard door.

"Open. It." He tears your hand down, nearly knocking over several cups.

You exhale and take the box. You glare at him and pull the lid back on the hinges slowly, a soft creak as it rises begrudgingly. He holds your gaze, emotionless. Calculating.

You look down and stare at the large diamond at the center of at least a dozen more. Each cut into perfect circles at the cruc of the golden band. You chew your cheek and place it back on the marble.

"I don't trust you," you eununciate carefully.

"And? You don't gotta trust me," he picks up the box and plucks the ring out, "you just gotta keep handling my dick like a goddamn pro."

He reaches for your hand and you back away. He snatches your wrist gruffly, tugging you back to him as he raised your hand. He waves the ring tauntingly in front of you.

"I'm not looking for goddamn June Cleaver," he bends all but your ring finger and shoves the band on, "I'm just need something to come fuck after a long mission."

You grit your teeth as he keeps you from ripping your hand away. Don't give yourself away.

"Legally," he continues, "so how about that divorce? I got my lawyers on standby."

[isabeauwolf]

Dabi x Mary: "I'm glad that you were born"

"Look at me, Touya," Mary gently cupped her hands against Dabi's scared, burned cheeks. "I don't care what that bastard thinks. You are not a failure. No one is perfect, no one. We all have flaws and insecurities because that's what makes people human and frail."

He ignored her, chose to look outside the window instead of meeting her patiently, waiting eyes. Knowing that if he did. He would crack underneath her gently and understanding mismatched gems he loved so much.

"Touya, please, look at me," Mary tried again, whispering as tears burned, stinging her eyes, ears flat against her head. She turns his head down to meet her gaze, it hurt to see his beautiful ocean blues so lifeless and vacant, without of her reach. "You are not useless or worthless. You've cared too much and got burned for it."

She was crying for him?

No. Don't fall for her tears, don't offer her comfort. Bawling his fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white, don't look, don't move, she will give up and leave. It took everything in him not to scoop her into his arms, into his chest, kissing her tears away and apologizing, say anything until her tears dried and she turned into the sappy, happy, annoyingly lovable ball of energy and sunshine. Hold dammit!

Licking her dry lips as she continued, noticing the change in his body language as his hands twitched, the settle turn of his head in her palms, he had to know her true feelings, "I'm glad that you were born. You are here with me, by my side as my mate. My Touya is handsome despite these scars and burns, and I won't ask you to change who you are." She gave him a smile, despite her tears, clear distress, and worries.

Dabi's eyes refocused and widened at her words, turquoise irsis' staring down at tear-filled, wet violet and gold. "Do you mean it, beauty?" He whispered, voice cracking.

"Yes," She whispered, smile widening as she sniffed.

Reaching out, he wiped her stray tears again, more feel in it's place. "Say it again."

"I'm glad that you were born." She repeated without hesitation, "I thank the moon goddess everyday that you were born, Touya. For sending you to me that night we first met."

His breath hitched, her words cutting him deeply, straight into his still beating, blackened, burnt and frail heart. He swallowed thickly, mouth and throat dry, he felt his bottom lip quiver, breath growing labored; he couldn't breath, its as if his lungs stopped working. His chest ached and throbbed, heartbeat echoing loud in his ears, as he gasped for air, bloody tears welling up in the corner of his burnt tear ducts and falling.

"It's okay to cry when you are hurting, when you are sad, angry, let it go, my darling." Mary wasn't disgusted or didn't pull away. "Let me shoulder your burdens, your worries, your fears, your dreams, everything." She pulled him back into her chest, he quickly nuzzled and burred his head against her warmth, openly and quietly sobbing as she rubbed his back and ran her fingers through his inky black tresses. "Let it out. Scream, cry, wail, I wont judge you. Let it out."

Dabi wrapped his arms around her, clinging to her for comfort, his last lifeline and sanity; digging his fingers into the back of her shirt.

Mary nuzzled her head against the side of his, closing her eyes and crying along with him.

"Thank... you.... Mary..." He whimpered, shoulders shaking, shuddering, and trembling in her arms.

Mary decided then and there, that she would never forgive Endeavor. She didn't care, if the man was her father-in-law now. She didn't care that the man was currently Japan's Number Two Hero, didn't care if, the poor excuse of a man eventually got his wish and become number one. Hurting his family, his wife, his children for the sake of his pride, arrogance, greed and need to surpass All Might?

It made her grit her teeth, anger burned hot in her veins as she held her Touya, biting back and swallowing the snarling growl trapped in her throat. If she ever ran into that man, she would be civil, but if he tried anything, she would make sure to bite him, dig her claws into his flesh, she wasn't going down without a fight.

Now, there were two men she had to protect her family from.

All For One, and Enji Todoroki, Endeavor.

Mary blinked back angry tears as she forced herself to take a deep breath, it wasn't about her, it was about Touya and comforting him. Closing her eyes and holding him tighter, she swallowed her negative emotions for now and focused on humming a song.

She kisses the side of his head.

He sinks into the embrace, trying to remember the last time anyone held him like this aside from his mother, his mind goes blank. Closing his eyes, loving how she clings to him like she never wants to let go, and he never wants her to.

Pressing his weight fulling into her, pushing them down, she lets him and giggles lean back until they are flat against the bed, her legs spread and welcoming as he turned his head, listening to her heartbeat, thudding hard and fasts underneath her rib cage.

He sniffs and chuckles, teasing, "My wolf has turned into a rabbit." His voice was deep, rough and raw from crying his heart out.

"I would say the same about you," She fired back, blushing and wiping her eyes. "My monster turned into a puddle of mush." Smiling as he sits up, leaning on his forearms, a noticeable pinkish hue on his own cheeks. "Nothing like a good cry every once in a while, hmm?"

"I'm not crying, I hit my head." He muttered, growing more flustered as he pouted cutely. Okay, that sounded like total crap, even to him. "Dammit, beauty. You've made me all soft n' shit." He grumbles, reburying his heated face into her chest and shirt, "I blame you."

"Sure, whatever you say, pyro," Mary chuckles, running her fingers gently through his hair, rolling her eyes. "Don't worry, your secrets are save with me."

"It better," he replied, voice muffled. Peaking from his hiding spot, watching as she tilted her head, waiting, patiently and curious, tail wagging lazily against his stomach, tickling him. The odd sensation made his snort and choke back a laugh, fuck, that tickles, oh no, she's noticed. "Pff, dammit, stop, pff, it-"

Quirking at eyebrow as her smile curls into a smirk, "Stop what?" Tail swishing back and forth, brushing against his abdomen on purpose this time, watching at his face morphs between mopey, shocked and surprised to down right biting his lip, fingers clutching the sheets to try and not laugh.

"Stop-" He tried again, but she cut him off, hooking her legs around him and flipping them over. "It," he grunted, blinking and staring up at the woman now above him, straddling him and pinning his arms to his sides. "The fuck are you doing?" Dabi panted, trying to regain his breathing, eyes narrowing playfully, smirking. "If you wanted me on my back, so badly all you had to do was ask nicely, baby."

"Where's the fun in that?" Mary giggled, tail swishing back and forth like a cat waiting to pounce, her thumbs rubbing patterns on his forearms, mismatched orbs trailing from his face down to his scared and burnt abdomen.

He quickly caught on and quickly opened his mouth to protest, "No, don't you da-"

Too late.

She attacked, releasing his arms to tickle his weak spot, "Gotcha!"

"Hey!" He laughed, barking and cackling, squirming and trying to move away, "Ah, fuck! That's not fair," buckling his hips to try and shove her off, but she retaliated, wrapping her legs, around his waist and lock him against her. grabbing her wrists to try and shove her off.

"Awe," she cooed, tickling a few more times and stopped, "there's my casanova, smiling so pretty for me."

"Curse you're stupidly inhuman strength," he grumbled and scoffed, a hint of a smile curving his scared lips. "Fine, fine." He relaxed and leaned against her pillows that smelled like her. "You win this round, my beauty, but don't think I'll let you win next time."

Mary giggled, laying down and cuddling against his chest, smiling. "Anytime, loser."

He chuckled, voice rumbling beneath her. "You're the loser, bookworm."

She could hear the smile in his teasing tone as her eyes grew heavy, humming, nuzzling her head and yawned. "Letting out all those pent up emotions is exhausting," muttering out loud, and adding, "but worth it. It's not good to bottle it up."

Dabi wrapped his arms around her lower back and the other, running his fingers in her soft, silver-white locks. "Get some sleep, I'll be here." Tightening his hold and getting more comfortable, his breath fanning her ears and his scent filling her lungs with the sweet smell of burnt caramel, masculine and all him.

"Night, Touya," Mary mumbled, hand gripping his shirt, dozing off and whispering faintly, "I love you."

Dabi's turquoise eyes widened as his body tensed, then relaxed. His small smile, widened as he tried to calm his racing heart, thudding wildly and his stomach flipped, feeling giddy and sappy, blush spreading across his heated cheek.

He laid their sorting out his thoughts. Listening to her light breathing, feeling the rise and fall of her chest as his mind took in her words from earlier.

She was glad that he was born, thankful even. She didn't think he was a failure, a fuck-up, found his scars and burns attractive and wasn't scared of him, she's never been, not even the day they met. Anyone else would have been terrified, judging him on his scars and appearances, but not her.

She even cried for him, the thought alone made his chest ache and throb again, just as bad as her claiming mark had been on the night of their first night together.

He bit his lip and rubbed his face with the back of his hand and sighed, "Night, beauty."

Dabi felt stupid, but perhaps being tied together with this woman he adored wasn't so bad? He fell asleep, holding her tighter against him, that night, he didn't dream of fire, the past and the pain; instead, he saw his cute wolfish beauty's smiling face.

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[howlingday]

Pyrrha Suffers...

I noticed some of y'all don't like Pyrrha being casted as Yamcha from Dragon Ball Z Abridged, so I decided to do the noble thing, go over my previous posts, make the free will choice to DOUBLE DOWN!

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Pyrrha: Don't worry, everyone. I'm here now.

Nora: Oh, thank Oum! Pyrrha's here now!

Pyrrha: That's right, and I swear that I will give my all fighting these foes. We have trained until our bones cracked to prepare for this, so I know that nothing will ever break our spirit! Today, we win-

Nora: Y-Yeah...! Woo...!

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Roman: ...So, who wants to tell Jaune?

Pyrrha: I'll do it. I was Jaune's partner, so he should hear it from me.

Roman: Whatever you say, Ms. Invincible.

Pyrrha: Jaune? It's me, Pyrrha.

Cinder: Oh, hello, Pyrrha Nikos~.

Pyrrha: YOU?! What are you doing on Jaune's scroll?!

Cinder: Is it wrong for a woman to answer her man's scroll?

Pyrrha: What?! How?!

Cinder: He was so distraught over your death. He needed someone to tend to him after you passed.

Pyrrha: YOU'RE THE REASON I'M DEAD!

Cinder: Well, I guess I'm the better woman then, aren't I?

Jaune: Who is it, Cinder?

Cinder: Oh, just someone trying to sell you a pool.

Jaune: Oh, uh, no thanks.

Cinder: Buh-bye~.

Pyrrha: OH, YOU DIRTY BITCH!

Roman: Penny?

Pyrrha: YOU LISTEN HERE, YOU LITTLE- (Crack) ARGH! MY STERNUM AGAIN!

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Pyrrha: Hmph! You have a lot of nerve coming here!

Cinder: I'm sorry. Do I know you?

Pyrrha: Wh- Don't you remember?! We fought at Beacon!

Cinder: No, I fought Ruby. Watts handled everyone else.

Cinder: Well, everyone except that scrub I took down in one sho-

Cinder: Oh! OH! AHA! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Pyrrha: Oh, keep laughing, you evil bi-

Cinder: (Towering over Pyrrha) HA. HA. HA.

Pyrrha: ...Bitch.

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Ashe: H-Hey, Pyrrha! How it han- I mean what's hang- (Ahem!) H-How are you?

Pyrrha: Oh, you know. Hanging in there.

Ashe: (Winces)

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Pyrrha: Oh, I am in over my head. I should contact the others.

Pyrrha: No! No! That's exactly what they'd expect!

Pyrrha: Isn't that right, adult and child wearing trenchco-?

Pyrrha: (Grabs by the throat) ACK!

Truck: (Approaching, Pumpkin Pete ad blares)

Pyrrha: OH, C-COME ON!

Truck: (Swerves, Crashes)

Grimm: Ruby. Vengeance.

Pyrrha: I-I'm... not... Ru-

Grimm: VENGEANCE! (Stabs Pyrrha)

Yang: I heard an explosion! What ha- OH COME ON, P-MONEY! IT'S BEEN TEN SECONDS!

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Pyrrha: I'll get Ruby to a hospital. Let's be honest. With how much you've all grown, I'd just get in the way.

Yang: Yup.

Blake: Probably.

Weiss: No offense.

Cinder: Why are you even here?!

Pyrrha: ...You know what? I'm just going to leave.

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Yang: We can't just sit around here, you know? We have to help!

Pyrrha: Help what? It would be a losing battle.

Yang: Oh, of course you'd say that!

Nora: Actually, she has a point.

Yang: Oh, don't you start!

Nora: Hey, I was in Vacuo, dammit! Shit got crazy! I was stabbed and blown up!

Pyrrha: I was stabbed and blown up, too, and dumped by the only boyfriend I ever had!

Nora: Same, except when my boyfriend left, he took all his character development.

Nora: When your boyfriend left, he took all your character development.

Pyrrha: ...

Yang: ...

Oscar: (Ozpin) You're going to need Mr. Arc to heal that wound, Ms. Nikos.

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Pyrrha: I just like to have hope, okay? Is that so wrong?

Yang: The fact you have any hope in your life is your most admirable quality.

Pyrrha: Oh... Thank you, Yang!

Salem: PYRRHA, FOR THE LOVE OF THE BROTHERS, DON'T THANK HER!

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Pyrrha: Please, you can't do this to me! These games... ever since the Grimm died, they're everything to me!

Pyrrha: My ex-boyfriend left me for an evil Maiden, and is now raising his daughter alone and refusing anyone's help.

Pyrrha: All of my friends are either married, or busy, or spending their days as the living embodiment of libido and being a total dick about it!

Pyrrha: ...Without these tournaments, I'll have nothing.

Cardin: Yeah, nothing, and 20 billion lien.

Pyrrha: What will I... Wait, what?

Port: Twenty. Billion. Lien.

Port: The Association states you can't be left high and dry upon retirement, nor can you be banned from further sponsorship deals, or promotional tie-ins.

Port: Simply put, you sign this non-compete, and you will be set for the rest of your life.

Pyrrha: So... I'd win?

Cardin: You only win! For as long as I've known you, you do nothing but win! This is just icing on your already winning cake!

Pyrrha: (Sniffles, Beams)

[tobiasdrake]

That was sweet. Now back to the much more dismal present.

We're back to the burning question: Stabilized homunculus who's cracked the secret of curing ferals? Ghost coming to comfort Yakou in his low comprehension? Or the hallucination of a memory Yakou will never let go of?

That's a heartening thing to say. Did you crack the secret of stabilizing the defective homunculi?

There is a cure. We're probably going to use up the entire sample on Yakou as a bittersweet moment, like her greatest research was to give him a second chance at life.

But even if that's the case, the fact that she managed to do it means it can be done. Much like Real Yuma's ramen shop, it shows the value of crowdsourcing the homunculi's problems outside of just Makoto.

If stabilizing homunculi is possible, then even if Yakou uses the entire sample, it means someone else might crack this code again. It's proof-of-concept that the code can be cracked.

I am so happy right now. We can cure Yakou. We can cure the Theater Girls. We can cure Shachi. And the Priest. We can shove Huesca in a pit. We can cure Tetra's dad!

I mean, after it's reinvented, of course. I'm sure there's only going to be enough in that thing for Yakou.

Yep. One pill. Which is just kicking the can down the road; Yakou will be fine until his next death and then he's right back in this situation.

But it's proof of concept. First thing he should do as soon as he regains his mental faculties is go straight to Makoto and tell him it can be done. We need to restart homunculus research, and pore over his wife's notes extensively. Maybe take samples of Yakou's blood for testing.

T_T This is such a sweet conclusion, both for Yakou's journey and for the story as a whole.

And there she goes confusing me again. I do not know what you mean by that. Is she saying to go dig up her corpse if he can't un-feral?

It's not like he can die and join her in the afterlife. She's already got a Yakou with her in the afterlife. This one's trapped here forever.

All the same, this is such a great ending. Emotionally powerful and satisfyingly interesting all at once.

"Hard man seeks revenge because his woman was fridged" is a character archetype I generally loathe. But it works so well for Yakou. Partly because it's not what solely defines his character; There are plenty of other facets to him as well. Like most of Kodaka's characters, he's a complicated guy.

But also because of the leg-work that this DLC did to make his wife out as more than just a nice lady who died so we can be mad about it. I've seen more than a few attempts at trying to convince the audience to be emotionally invested in the dead spouse but this is the first one that's ever worked for me.

I think it's because most of the time, the dead wife winds up characterized like this saintly figure who was perfect and demure and wifely in all the "right ways", such that she never feels like her own character and comes off more like the emotional crowbar that she is. But Kodaka sat down at his computer and just hammered out a concise tale about two people who enjoy each other's company and find they have some shared interests.

With characters like these, it often winds up feeling like they were just spinning their wheels living Insert Idyllic Life and waiting for the story to start. Things won't get interesting until she dies. Sorry, but her life is the price of admission for this cool story, I guess.

But with Yakou and his wife, it's like. No. No, this was the story. A whirlwind romance besieged by assassins and gene research, that was the story of their life. The Yakou we meet when we step off that train is a broken man because, for him, the story catastrophically ended. For him, there is nothing left to tell.

...if only she had a fucking name. Come on, Kodaka! Really!? I'm shilling this love story you wrote so hard and it's between Yakou and... Amaterasu Researcher. God fucking dammit, even when you're on the ball, I want to shake you violently for the choices you make.

[sleepy-vix]

Sup.

I'll rarely visit Tumblr from this point onward, because I initially made this account to view fanart of my favorite series. But since new fanart for it is hardly ever created, and I ain't no Da Vinci yet, I've decided that there's no point continually visiting here. I have an entire life I want to start living outside of the four corners of my laptop screen.

But before I "go", I want to tell you something.

I barely know you at all, so forgive me if what I'm saying is inaccurate. You seem to be filled with ideas. Lots of them. Big ones and small ones, like heavy rocks buried under infinite grains of sand on the beach. And you appear to want to DO something with them. You WANT to write something. But with school, and now work, and everything else you're supposed to do, there just never seems to be enough time.

Again, I don't truly know you. But IF that is the case, IF you want to write something, then do it. If there is no time, then try for at least 10 minutes a day. 10 minutes is a grain in the hourglass of life, but you can get at least SOMETHING done, maybe an atom of work. But if you put an atom in place every single day of every single year, over time those minuscule molecules may accumulate into something you can be proud of.

Based off your posts, you seem to hate the stuff which takes up most of your time. But you do those things anyway because you need them to survive, and because the world expects you to do them. SCREW! THE! WORLD! The world has said so many things in the past millennia: that the Earth is flat, that the internet was a fad destined to die out, and that if you don't meet the requirements for what the world thinks a human being should be down to the last millimeter, then you can never be worth anything.

But YOU KNOW those ideas have been blown to the ground and buried in the sand! We know now from the different stars which are visible at different hemispheres, various calculations, and from literal photos and videos of our planet that the Earth is a spheroid (but not a perfect sphere). I don't even NEED to explain the internet part.

What the world considers "perfect" keeps changing all the time. But there are so many people who accomplished so much even if they weren't what the world wanted them to be! Hedy Lamarr, an actress during Hollywood's Golden Age, who invented the technology which made the internet possible and is in the Inventors' Hall of Fame. Alice Ball, a black chemist who, in the 1940's, created the most effective cure for leprosy at the time (and was not credited for it until much later). Alan Turing, who cracked the enigma code and is widely considered to be the father of computer science, and was prosecuted at the time for homosexuality. Need I keep going?

In fact, forget accomplishment for a second. What about just... being a person? Of having regular meals to eat and a place to sleep at night? So many people whose names we don't even know were told by everyone that they couldn't even be human, but they went ahead and did it anyway! The entire WORLD has been wrong about things all at once! What about all the wars and genocides which were justified before? What about the ones which are justified now? The world is not infallible, even if it pretends it is!

You'll die one day. And when you die, do you want to honestly say to yourself that it was the WORLD who decided who you could be? The WORLD, no matter how illogical, brutal, and pointless some of its rules are? Why should it be allowed to do that? To make your last breath a sigh of resignation? If you WANT to write, if you want to do ANY good, then DO IT, dammit, even if the world doesn't want you to! If the world doesn't give any time, then after doing what you need to survive, dig up time from the deepest trenches, take in your fist, and shove it in the world's face and say that you did it, that you became who you wanted to be despite all its efforts! And even if you never live to see the fruits of your work, at least you can say you died fighting for them!

Once again, I don't know you, so I am probably wrong about your condition. If that is the case, then I apologize. If I have caused you any degree of discomfort, then I apologize again. That was not my intention. Do whatever you want to in your life, as long as it is the right thing to do. Also, you've probably already thought about all of this already. You're that kind of a person. But, in my experience, hearing something you've already thought about mirrored by another makes it more real.

I wish you all the best. Take care.

I'm so speechless right now. i could cry, because this is so kind and so wonderful and so infinitely thoughtful i feel like its changed the trajectory of my life. You might be right about my underlyng wish to create, or you might not be. Right now, even i'm sure what i want to do with myself.

It's been a depressing and stressful past few months and weeks, and i'm just so thankful someone had been watching me the whole time (i thought i was just talking into the void, but the fact that you noticed that i just got a new job recently means so much to me T-T)

Really, thank you for this. I'm never going to forget your words, and if i ever do end up writing a book, you're definitely going to be acknowledged 😭 (imagine, "dedicated to tumblr user ijustdidthissoicouldscroll")

I'm sorry to see you go, especially after all this. :(

You've given me so much insight again and again and i feel like honestly i havent done anything in return

I understand completely though, and won't ask you to stay selfishly, but just please dont delete your account. And, have fun and enjoy your life beyond the four corners of your laptop screen.

I wish you all the best aswell. Take care.

Carpe diem & carpe noctem, etc. ✮ 🫡

ps. i really did not write enough to express my awe and gratitude, sorry 😭. i feel undeserving, but i know i shouldnt speak negatively about myself like that much more, so i'll focus on my gratitude- thank you. I'm so glad we met. Also, at this point, you should write your OWN book, because damn you have such a way with words.

[invisiblegarters]

Never Let Me Go Ep 10

Time for some angst on V-day! I am ready for it.

Oh. We're starting with Palm in the bath before Nueng left. Okay

then.

It's really sad that Palm is what? Eighteen? And he's sitting there berating himself for being unable to protect anyone. It feels like he wrapped so much of himself up in being able to take care of Nueng in particular that he doesn't know who he is outside of it.

Nueng is making sense here. Palm can't make protecting him his whole life. I don't actually blame him for taking off, to be honest. It's cliché but it also kind of feels like for the first time Nueng really is thinking about someone else first? He can be frustratingly selfish so this is actually a good thing in a way, although I'm not entirely sure just not being around Palm will keep him safe at this point. Kit has to know who he was with this whole time, and there's still the matter of all the dead people on the island. I expect he'll be back sooner than later.

Also, I'll admit I'm looking forward to watching Nueng face off with Kit. I do feel like he's got the sheer guts to do it, if maybe not the business acumen just yet.

Oooh, I do like that Nueng is pretending not to be onto Kit. Kit playing the concerned uncle cracks me up.

See, Kit should have endeared himself to Nueng from the very beginning and not been so blatantly after the business. If he had done that, maybe Nueng would have gone to him when everything went to hell in a handbasket and not immediately known that he could be the only one behind his mom's shooting. Ah, well. I don't think Kit would have been able to do that long term anyway.

Oh no, Tanya! I've missed her. But also I can't help but wonder how much an actor makes to just show up and pretend to be in a coma.

I am such a sucker for clothes sharing.

Look at Nueng learning how to be a real boy! Washing clothes and everything. They are ridiculously cute together when they're not busy being angsty little balls of angst, I will give them that.

Aw, okay. I will admit Nueng curling up on Palm's bed with his shirt got me.

Oooh, Nueng clearly means business now. He's got the leather jacket to prove it.

BE NICE TO CHOPPER, NUENG.

(I feel like he's not going to be nice to Chopper and it is going to annoy me)

Yeah, he is most definitely not going to be nice to Chopper. Dammit Nueng, he's a sweetheart, do not alienate him.

Okay, no. What is with everyone blaming Chopper for his dad? Okay, I know why. He's easier to get at. But he's so kind hearted that watching people go at him for not standing up to his father when none of them have either just bothers me. I admit that I'm biased though, and there's also the chance that if people keep pushing Chopper and telling him that he's just as evil as his old man by association that he might take the path of least resistance and decide screw it, I'll just be what everyone assumes.

I don't really believe that, but there's always the possibility.

Chopper is still my favorite. Be nice to my favorite, people (spoiler: no one is going to be nice to Chopper this episode).

Okay, Palm I think it's great that you trust Nueng but maybe do that when you're not on the back of a moving motorcycle.

Holy crap, is that a set of stairs in a Thai BL that can't kill you? What even is this?

Oh it's in the school. That makes sense, carry on.

Good for Ben for apologizing. It's a little too late, I suppose, since Nueng is way less vulnerable right now. I have to say that I like the way that Phuwin is playing him now. I don't think that the hard shell is all that thick, to be honest, but I like that he's visibly much harder than he used to be.

But I am glad that Ben is owning up to his own cowardice. I was feeling less than charitable towards him last week because I dislike anyone who hurts Chopper on principle (it’s not that complicated) but I admit I am kind of into how what he let happen with Nueng is sort of shaping everything he does now. He seems almost desperate to make up for it, which makes me wonder how long he’ll wait for Chopper to take care of Kit before he does something extremely dumb. 

I also like that he didn’t claim to still have feelings for Nueng, which was another worry of mine. 

Speaking of people hurting Chopper...we all knew that Chopper's dad was gonna go after Ben the second Chopper refused to toe the line. That poor kid. I worry about him more than I worry about just about anyone else. He’s more isolated right now than even Nueng. 

UGH CHANON. Why is your only thought about Palm wondering why he isn't taking care of Nueng? Can't you be a dad for five seconds, please? Like, a real one who's first priority isn't someone else's kid?

No, of course he can't. It is deeply ironic to me that Chanon basically sold himself to Nueng's family to save Palm's life, and now he expects Palm to lay that same life on the line for that family.

Palm's back! New that that the separation wasn't going to be for the whole episode. If Palm yells at him and really means it I will be so happy. Yell at him, Palm!

Nueng, do not offer to pay him off. My god.

Palm: I have a literal tattoo of your name on my body; we’re never breaking up.

Okay, the fact that Palm has been stalking Nueng this whole time and his bodyguards haven't even noticed is hilarious. Or maybe they were like "this kid seems fairly ineffectual, no threat here." Ha.

So Nueng's whole family just really sucks at hiring bodyguards. Where the hell were they while shady dude was just openly taking photos? Hire better people.

But also, I don't get the sinister music there. Of course Kit already knew about Palm, although I guess he might not have known just how close they were getting.

[nyotasaimiri]

Arc Two (redux) 91

Arjun gritted his teeth. Their little barricade was not going to last much longer. He shored it up where he could, pulling in more snow and rock from the room—the Matter Manipulator could not touch the ancient bricks that lined the walls and floor.  They were damn lucky that the wisper ice kept the drone from bashing right through them. And he was getting readings of even more cultists by the entrance now.

“Dammit,” he muttered. “Really turtle in the shell here. Can’t stick our heads out or we’ll get bit, but they’ll crack the shell at this rate.” He glanced at the others; Arrowmail had suffered a bit of a dent from slashing two of the cultists as they reached the barricade, but he’d done more damage than he took at least. Sonny was still gamely pelting their attackers with ice. But their enemies were learning too fast.

If we could just get behind them—

Metal crashed hard on stone by the gate. Arjun ducked back on instinct, but he didn’t need to. The cultists broke off with shouts of alarm, moving away from the barricade to face the intruder. Gunshots rang out, six in rapid succession. Metal shrieked in protest—under the din, against all logic, Arjun heard a tiny click. Then the drone exploded.

Something crashed down on top of the cultist farthest from them. Arjun thought it was debris until it laughed and tore into purple robes with sharp green claws.

“Sssorry for wait,” Namina called. “Lights-friend said ‘blame the paperwork’.”

Arjun snorted and brought his wrench down on a distracted cultist’s head. “We don’t use paper.”

Namina chuckled appreciatively. “That’s what Floran sssaid. Lights-friend iss a few bulbs sshort of a sssparkler some days.” He ducked, grin never fading, as one of the Occasus took a swing at his head. His taloned foot returned the favor, dragging up sparks off hidden armor and knocking the cultist deep into a snowdrift. “Ssstubbon ones,” Namina grumbled, flexing his singed toes. “Cheap metal.”

“It’s sturdy enough,” Sonny said. She knocked a third cultist flat with a well-aimed ice ball. “Heehee, their noggins ain’t protected, though. Good distraction, Namina. We owe you one.”

Namina reached over to ruffle her corona briefly, hissing but not jerking back too hard as the heat proved uncomfortable to his hand. “Floran sspecialty.”

“Stop slackin’!” Lumen called from the entrance of the room. He hissed like quenched iron and flared too bright to look at for an instant. Caught an Occasus by the collar—“Give me—” gripped tight— “a—” shoved— “hand!”

“Oops.” Namina saluted the trio. “Duty callss.”

“Just duty?” Sonny chimed softly and flickered brighter. “Lights-friend, huh? That it?”

Namina glanced back and winked. Then he launched himself into the fray again, powerful legs taking him over the spike traps in one leap.

The Occasus had enough. Reinforcements incapacitated, drone shattered, targets fighting back, even the ice alive and attacking—the highest ranked raised a hand and shouted to the rest, then locked eyes with Arjun. “I’ll remember your face, traitor.”

Arjun tugged his scarf down and spat in the man’s eye. “You do that.”

Namina grabbed Lumen and hauled him back out of the way as the cultists vanished in searing bursts of light. He let go as the displaced snow tumbled down in thin flurries. “Nassty trick,” he muttered, watching the sooty spots on the stone where their enemies had stood.

“The hey was that?” Lumen asked. He smoothed out a wrinkled sleeve. “Some weird kind of teleport? Never seen it damage the ground before… Well.” He straightened up properly, just in time to get tackled by Sonny. “Oof! Howdy, lil’ Glowbug. I missed ya too. Still in one piece? What happened to yer shoulder?”

Sonny hugged him tight like she could squeeze everything scary away. “It don’t matter. Ain’t a big deal. Listen, you gotta go in after her. She stayed back there.”

Lumen patted her head until she loosed her grip a little. “Steady on, Glowbug. It’s a darn sight I ain’t got ribs or ya might’a cracked them there.”  

“Nyota’s still in there,” Arjun said. He pulled his scarf back up to protect from the chill air; ice had already started forming on his scruffy sideburns. “Go help her before she gets in over her head again.” His hip caught hard and he stumbled.

Lumen caught him, glowing gently. “Steady, there. Ya had a long rough day.”

Arjun tried to wave him off with absolutely no success; the medic firmly eased him down, which eased his aching hip more than Arjun cared to admit. “Stop bothering with me already. Our captain’s fighting some big stone thing in the heart of this place. You, Namina, pick me up so I can guide you back there.”

“Don’t ya worry, we don’t need that.” Lumen started checking Arjun’s injuries and handed him some painkiller pills to help with his joints. “We’re already ahead of ya there. We tracked her earpiece signal, sent our best in after her. And she was still breathin’ when we beamed off-ship. But some of the doors in this place locked up a bit. Best we can do from here is hope our firebrand gets to her in time.”

He looked up at Arjun’s face and put a hand on the old man’s shoulder. “And she will, so don’t ya worry none. We sent exactly what our captain needs.”

[jojotier]

= = > DIRK: Monologue about the Machiavellian meaning of Columbo

 Your name is DIRK STRIDER and God dammit, here you thought that you could have a second alone to sort shit out.

 You’re sitting on one side of your room, in a version of your apartment about two days before the game proper started. You could do without the Terezi sitting on the other side of the room, currently teething on your jar of Spamton G Spamton’s dead body.

 Not that you can tell her anything different. Terezi is an enigma to you. This is a girl who truly knows things. An intellectual equal, in many respects.

 This is also a girl licking a pink ping pong ball with much voraciousness and apparently with no care to whatever dramatic tension she’s possibly undermining with her continued presence in your room.

 You lean forward, threading your hands together as you observe her. Terezi Pyrope. Seer of Mind. In the way of aspects, you might consider her a sort of foil. You have matters of the Heart, she the Mind; and you can’t help but envy her, that her aspect must come to her so much more intuitively, being of the thought and not the soul. You are still routinely surprised that you even have one.

 Then again, she is really licking that fake eyeball. Just going to town on it.

 After the twenty-seventh minute of continued observation, you ask, “Are you aware of the human detective ‘Columbo’, Terezi?“

 “Can’t say I am!” Terezi says.

 You nod, and do not outright dismiss the possibility that she is lying, and that this is some sort of bait and switch. You explain anyway. “Columbo is the titular character of a crime-drama series circa the 70s, though reruns were aired as late as the early 2000s. The show is notable for two things: its following of a ‘whydunnit’ formula rather than a ‘whodunnit’, showing the viewer how the crime is committed and encouraging watchers to figure out how the killer is caught; and the character of Detective Columbo himself, a seeming schlub of some fucking guy who appears to inoffensive and bumbling that he can’t possibly solve shit, until he reveals wildly perceptive observations which hint at his buffoonery being an act of some kind. One meant to bring down the defenses.

 “Really, all it does is make the killers feel like they’re going fucking insane for about an hour’s runtime.” You continue, “Psychologically speaking, Columbo is the perfect example of Machiaveil’s political shrewdness in action. He sows the seeds of doubt with sweet nothings of ignorance; he cloaks himself in the veneer of the ineffectuality of his superiors on the force and yet notices the cracks in the facade. With the delicate pass of a palette knife under that plaster, he works at them; and how does he work at them?”

 In answer, Terezi seems to accidentally almost swallow the ping pong ball.

 You continue as Terezi comically chokes, flailing her legs about, “Vincentio, the Duke of Vienna. He cloaks himself in the veneer of the holy as well as the foolish, and how does Angelo do? The evils of the state are placed upon his head once the good Duke himself returns, having used Angelo’s own vice and an Elizabethan bed trick against him. Columbo fucks these murderers low and slow, in the dead of night, when not a single light of the moon comes creeping to give plausible deniability or a chance to walk it the fuck back. He beds them with himboism and the grace to fall ass-up in their mattress and then when they lay in the aftermath, he lights himself a smoke and reveals he’s not the big-titted bombshell on the corner they thought they were paying for. He      undermines them, Terezi. He prods until their egoism carries their heated head too close to the sun and allows them to melt into their own downfall.”

 There is a loud crunch. Terezi, who has finished choking, has bitten into the ping pong ball. The chew of plastic appears, to you, plaintive.

 “Tell me, Terezi,” You lean forward and watch her, “what is the crime you believe me capable of? Where is the bed you’ll lead me to for a trick? Is the good Duke to ride tomorrow to reveal my ruse, the machination which I have so expertly hidden? Because I warn you,” You lean back, shades agleam, “you may lead a man to pussy but you can’t make him drink.”

 “Uh, ew.” Terezi’s frowns, “If you want to know why I’m here you could just ask.”

 “Hm.” You say, realizing that perhaps the train derailed somewhere around minute two, when you decided to sit in silence with a random troll who started messing with your shit just to get a rise out of you. “Why are any of us here?”

you both regard each other in intellectual silence.

“Does that taste good?” You eventually ask her. The remains of the ping pong ball lie in the palm of her hand.

Terezi says, “It’d be better if it was red.”

[arjaandsimoni]

Onwards, to India

Nelen snorted awake in his hotel room, still in London. He looked bleary eyed at the clock, two AM… then at the caller. Nine PM where she was.

He stretched, yawning, then opened his phone. “Mom, whats wrong?” he asked.

“Nelen, we… we’ve got a really really big problem. Your sister is missing…” she started, and he almost dropped the phone.

Ten minutes later.

Nelen was wide awake now, Dawn sitting up in her bed stock still with her eyes huge. “Okay… ONE more time?” he asked, his mother on speakerphone now so they could both hear her.

“Look, all I know is that she helped out this Indian girl and her dad that were staying in Cincinnati for some big to do. Something supernatural tries to kill them, she helps fight it off, and then she’s on the news and Dad is losing his mind! I manage to talk him down at first, got rid of her witch kit, and then she’s just gone!” she shouted.

“Dammit… dammit this is bad… did Frank…” he started.

“Not yet… I… I think she ran off with that girl. I looked into it and apparently her dad is some bigshot over in India. I…” she paused, “… I panicked. I asked Dad for help. I thought she’d been kidnapped at first. He just kinda shrugged it off at first, then he sent Terrance.”

Nelen grunted, “He sent Trip-and-Fall Terrance? That guy is an even bigger black sheep than I am!”

“I know! Apparently, Terrance did manage to find her but… he didn’t get her back, and after he found her… Dad sent… he sent Jacob and his boys.” she said, her voice cracking.

Nelen’s eyes went huge. “He sent Jacob?! Dammit!” he snarled. “That’s not a rescue team, that’s assassination! Is he seriously going to try to kill someone over there?!” he shouted.

“I… I think… I think he sent them after Stephanie. I don’t know why but… he’s declared her banished. He’s furious, I haven’t seen him so angry in my life! If he still had Loren he’d have sent her!” she shouted.

“Okay… Mom. Deep breaths, okay? Does she still have her smartphone on her?” he asked.

“I… I dunno, I think so… normally I can’t get her to leave the damn thing alone. I already tried calling her though! She’s not answering!” she said, “Why?! Are you going to do some big hex or something to track it somehow?” she asked.

Nelen was very glad his mother couldn’t see the face he made, “No mom, I’m going to have a friend of mine in New York hack the GPS and just tell me where she is.” he replied. “Look, I need to call him fast. The sooner I get ahold of him the sooner we get solid info. I’ll contact you the MINUTE I have something, I promise.” he nodded, “Tell Dad I love him okay?” he said, then hung up and sighed deep, “Oh. Balls.”

Dawn whined, “This… this is really bad huh?” she asked.

“Frank is completely nuts, and if he's already sending guys like Jacob and his team...” he growled, dialing a number.

“Hello! This is Dev/Null! Hacker, cracker, and blood-snacker!” came a rather disjointed voice.

“Dev, its Nelen. I need your help man. You still got that trick you used to break Apple’s GPS blocks?” he asked.

“Nelen the Felon! You betcha! Still owe ya for breakin’ me outta that Charon lab after they tracerouted me demon dude! Whats new with you and your pussycat?” he said.

Nelen sighed, Dev/Null was one of the best phreaks in all of the East Coast, he could break into any computer system on Earth, and rumor had it a few that were in low orbit, but he was also a vampire and apparently his particular form of vampirism made him a little… off.

“Dev, listen carefully. I’m going to give you a phone number. I need you to tell me PRECISELY where it is. Please! It’s a matter of life and death!” he said, trying to stress the urgency, then he gave him Stephanie’s number.

“Thank you for your order! Your pizza is now in the oven and will be delivered in thirty minutes or less or its freeeeeee!” giggled the vampire’s voice.

Dawn made a face at that, mouthing ‘do we REALLY have to trust him?’

Nelen nodded firmly, Dev/Null was a reliable hacker as long as you could keep his brain on this plane of reality for more than five minutes.

“DING! Waffles are done! The phone is currently in London, England heading down an alleyway three blocks from Big Ben!” he cheered.

Nelen and Dawn stared at each other, then he said, “Wait wait, they’re here?!” he shouted, “Dev are you SURE?!” he asked.

“Sure as sugar, sunshine, shootin’, and lots of other S words Nelen the Felon! They’re…” he paused, “… huh… they were. Signal lost. They’re not anywhere now!” he said.

Nelen blinked, “An alleyway in London… then just gone? No signal at all?” he frowned, then stared at Dawn as the feline’s eyes widened in realization.

“SHE’S IN THE NIGHTSIDE!” they both shouted at once.

Five minutes to throw on some clothes later they were out the door and running like hell for the nearest entry point.

The Nightside, thirty minutes later.

Dawn teleported from rooftop to rooftop as Nelen ran frantically through the crowds, looking everywhere for a hint of red hair, then pulled out his phone and texted her, again, tenth time.

“Sis. Mom called, told me what had happened. Said Gramps marked you for death. CALL. ME.”

He hit send, then growled, then looked around frantically again as Dawn scanned from the rooftops.

“Mnnn… lets see… no, no… no… NO! NO GODSDAMMIT!” she hissed, flailing her arms.

As Nelen ran along, he almost collided with a pair of young Indian girls. The warlock stumbled past them and winced apologetically to the duo, “SHIT! Sorry, comin’ through!” he shouted, rushing off.

The two watched them go, then one of them who had short hair and was wearing a red teeshirt with a stylized monkey on it in gold imagery said, “Hey… wasn’t that…”

The other one, taller and skinnier with long hair shook her head, putting a finger to her mouth, then quickly ushered her companion on.

Nelen snarled and charged through the crowds, but within an hour it was clear how hopeless this was. The Nightside was almost as massive as London itself and she could have already left.

He scowled, then texted Dawn, “Abort, we’re going back to the hotel and seeing if Dev/Null can track her again.”

The Next Day.

Nelen felt horrible. Sleep hadn’t come, and even Dawn looked exhausted. His hotel room was covered in spellbooks, magical tools, and other occult paraphernalia, but nothing he did was working. “I don’t get it… even if she were dead this one would point me to her…” he frowned, a rowan branch holding an emerald tied to it with a strand of his own hair. He no longer had his ponytail, having cut it off after a rather close encounter with a Loup Garou in Louisiana, but it seemed to be working properly otherwise. “It acts on ties of blood, maybe its Merihim?” he muttered.

"Oh sure, blame the demon…" grumbled a voice in his mind.

“Just saying Merihim, it may not count as a ‘tie of blood’ anymore since, yanno…” he shrugged, then both he and Dawn jumped as the phone rang.

Nelen saw the caller, then grabbed it and answered it immediately. “MOM?! Whats going on?!” he asked.

“Nelen, its… its over, she came back home. Said that her Indian friend and her fought off Jacob and his goons, but that this Arja girl didn’t want her to stay. Told her that if dad was gonna send his thugs that she had to go and bought her a plane ticket home.” she replied.

Nelen looked up at Dawn, “You’re sure? She’s not hurt or anything?” he asked.

“She’s acting a little odd, I think she’s just upset her friend dumped her.” she replied.

Nelen and Dawn sighed in relief, the warlock taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes, “… thank the bloody gods…” he muttered, “Mom, don’t take this the wrong way… but I’m going to hang up the phone now and me and Dawn are going to sleep for about a week.”

“That makes three of us son.” she chuckled, “Take care, and thanks for trying… I’m just glad its all done now…” she sighed.

He hung up, then looked at Dawn, “… kids…” he shrugged.

Dawn rolled her eyes, smirking, “… humans…” she replied.

They both smirked at each other, then their eyes rolled back, and they both fell slowly to the sides.

They were both asleep before their heads hit the pillows.

Paris, France. Three days later

Nelen and Dawn walked through Paris, the warlock grumbling to himself, “Ugh… what an asshole, total waste of time.” he snarled, “Who does that Agreste guy think he is? ‘Bring me a magical cure all that can fix anything!’ Sure buddy, would you like it with a side of Maltese Falcon? Maybe wash it down with some Hawaiian Punch in the Holy Grail?” he huffed.

“I mean, there is stuff that could count as a ‘cure all’ for a lot of things.” Dawn replied as Nelen took another bite of the macaroon. They’d picked up a bag at a local bakery after he’d kicked them out of his house.

“Yeah, yeah… but seriously, I dunno what he’s wanting it for, but there’s a lot better fates than being turned into a werewolf or a vampire or something.” he nods, “Rich jerk probably just wanted to live forever…” he snorted.

Dawn shrugged, “Eh, screw ‘im.” she replied.

As they turned a corner Nelen’s phone rang. He shrugged, then answered it, “Bonjour Maman, we’re in Paris.” he chuckled, “Want me to mail you a s- wait… wait WHAT?!” he stopped dead.

Dawn paused then looked around. A few people nearby were looking at him. Nelen saw this as well and quickly ducked down a sidestreet, then another, then once they were out of view Dawn teleported them up onto a roof of a shop and he put it on speaker, “Okay okay, slow down. We’re hidden now.” he said.

“It was a fetch!” she shouted, “That wasn’t your sister that came home! Dad demanded on seeing her personally and when he got close the glamour broke and she was just a scarecrow! He tore the thing in half!”

Nelen’s eyes bulged, “A FUCKING FETCH?! Son of a bitch did one of the Gentry get her?!” he demanded.

“No! I… this is going to sound insane, but… Dad’s spies in London saw her going into the Nightside with some Indian girl… said she had short hair and wore a red teeshirt, then a while later ‘Stephanie’ came out alone and that Indian girl left with another Indian girl. Dad thinks the third girl is the real Stephanie in disguise!” she said.

Nelen stared, “… WHAT?! I almost steamrolled a kid like that! I was right ontop of her!” he snarled. “She didn’t say a DAMN THING!” he slammed his fist into the rooftop, cracking it.

“Nelen, listen. She’s gotta be back in India by now, I did some looking into it. The girl she’s with is called Arja Barjar. She’s the daughter of some Indian political bigwig named Rajesh. He was in Cincinnati for some business deal with Proctor & Gamble. They live in Jaipur. You HAVE to get there! Dad is gearing up a new squad already!” she shouted, “Hurry! I don’t care how you got your magic but put that damn demon to good use and protect your sister!”

Nelen nodded, “Yeah, yeah I will… after I THROTTLE HER FOR NOT SAYING SOMETHING THAT NIGHT!” he shouted, his eyes rimming red as he hung up. “Dammit Stephanie what the actual flying FUCK are you playing at?! One word! One sentence! I could have done SOMEthing to help you!” he snarled.

“HEY! Can it Gandalf!” hissed Dawn, “I’m ticked at her too, we’ll deal with it after we make sure your grandpa doesn’t kill her!”

Nelen nodded, “Yeah, yeah… we will…” he took a deep breath, then Dawn warped him back to street level and he opened the path to the Wulfshead. “Loren!” he called out as he got inside.

His cousin looked up and walked over, “Yeah cous? What… ah bugger, Frankie is upta stomethin’ isn’t ‘e?” she frowned.

“That obvious?” he asked.

“Ye look like yer gonna snap someone’s neck in ‘alf.” she grinned.

“Yeah… Stephanie, my sister. He’s banished her.” he said.

Loren’s eyes went wide, “… ‘e WOT?! She’s just a wee gel! What th’ bloody ‘ell did she do?!” she demanded.

“Apparently, she ran off to India with some girl and Frank is on the warpath… literally. He’s already sent Jacob and his team.” he nodded.

“… ‘n they won?” she raised her eyebrows, whistling, “Damn, didn’t know th’ wee birdie ‘ad it in ‘er…” she nodded, “… there’s more ta this ain’t there?” she asked.

“I’m going to damn well find out.” he nodded firmly, “Look, I’m going to give you my mom’s phone number. Just… help her out if she needs it. Frank may just completely snap and go after my whole family now.”

Loren nodded, “Boyo… ye may be a Hellbound demon-summonin’ bookworm… but yer a good lad.” she grinned, patting his shoulder. “I’ll keep an eye on yer ma ‘n pa. Go find yer sister.”

“Thanks Loren.” he said, handing her a slip of paper with the number on it. “I’m heading to India apparently.” he shrugged, going back to the door and spinning the dials until they read ‘Jaipur, India,’ then opening it.

The heat hit him like a truck as he stepped out, Dawn gasping a bit as well. “GUH! Am I breathing this air or drowning in it?! Even Kentucky doesn’t get this humid!” she gasped, shaking herself.

“Ugh, no kidding…” he muttered, looking around. Jaipur was a massive city, all around them was noise and talking and such, and Nelen couldn’t understand a word. “Here, gimme a second…” he muttered, taking out a stylized ear-clip from his bag, then clipping it onto his left earlobe near the top.

Instantly, the words all made sense to him, he was as fluent in them as he was in English. “Damn these things were worth it. At least I can say I got some useful stuff out of Al.” he nodded, “Well…” he looked around, “Where do we start?” he asked her, Dawn shrugging.

A minute later an explosion came from several streets over.

“That way.” they both said together, rushing off towards it.

"You do know, Fullmoon, that going after your sister will put you directly in the old man’s crosshairs… possibly permanently." warned Merihim.

“We both knew this’d happen eventually Merihim.” he grunted back, ducking around panicked pedestrians as they fled away from the source of the noise, another explosion going off. “At least I have a good reason to this time.” he frowned.

"Whatever, its your eternal damnation…" snorted the demon in an annoyed way.

“Damn right it is, which means I’m going to make it worth it.” he smirked.

Another explosion went off, followed by a massive burst of wind, and Nelen elbowed three people out of the way as Dawn lept up and ran along a balcony, all pretenses forgotten for the moment. Why deny it? He was a Fullmoon, and this is what they should be doing! Fighting to PROTECT people! Franklin was a madman, but he was an old one. Perhaps he could see to it that the future of the Clan was a better one, maybe that all started here…

To Be Continued in The Supernatural Adventures of Arja & Simoni: The Sword of Franklin Fullmoon

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[shixlded-chxmp]

pinkrival liked your photoset “darthsuki: Bede are you sure you don’t just have a crush”

u tryina say somethin bede?

[viscerax]

bruce needs some more love ok😞🙏 if you can write for him could you possibly do a x reader where she’s maybe on a all female baseball team and she beats his team ?? something like that i’m not very good with baseball and how it works so bare with me😭💯

Pretty Good

(fem!reader)

The hot rays of Denver's summer sun beat down on Bruce, sweat dripping in small droplets from his forehead. He gripped his bat, staring ahead at the pitcher in front of him.

Bruce honestly didn't expect to be pitted against a girls team. But apparently there wasn't to much competition for girls baseball, so they moved on to playing against some of the boys.

Most of Bruce's teammates were laughing it off. "Those poor girls! They won't know what hit them!" The guys chuckled from the side of the field as they watched the opposing team pile out of their cars.

Bruce however, was less concerned about whether or not they were girls. He had seen girls play baseball, and they were tough. Sometimes, they were more competitive then he was.

By now, most of his team had shut up about the 'poor girls' after getting their asses beat. It was the last inning, and the entire team was counting solely on Bruce to win this game for them.

"Come on Bruce, you've got this." He murmured to himself, meanwhile, you were giving him a squinted glare, a slight smirk plastered across your face.

Bruce was to focused admiring the way your eyes looked as you stared at him, the glint of competition that he recognized all to much, shining through, to notice the ball coming straight towards him. He gasped when he noticed and swung, just missing the ball by maybe half and inch.

"Strike 1!" He heard a voice call out, and an exasperated sigh left his mouth.

People from the benches cheered and booed, and Bruce simply wiped sweat from his face with one hand before returning to his previous stance.

You stared at him, still smirking while holding the ball in your hand, ready to throw at any second. You winked and threw the ball his way. Bruce felt a bit if blush rise to his cheeks, and suddenly the ball whizzed past his bat, before he even got a chance to swing.

"Dammit!" He grunted, kicking the dirt beneath his shoe.

You chuckled and prepared to throw again. Bruce steadied himself, grip tightening on his bat. All he had to do was just focus on the ball. Don't get distracted by your eyes, or your lips, or the way your hair just flowed effortlessly from your hat, or the way the sun shone down on your skin or-

"Strike three! You're out!"

Bruce just stared, flabbergasted. He dropped his bat, watching as the team of girls crowded around you, jumping up and down and cheering.

Some of the guys approached Bruce, sympathetic looks on their faces. "What happened, man?" His friend murmured, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Bruce just shook his head, eyes still glued on you, whom would glance and look at him through the gaggle of girls surrounding you. "I don't know man. She's really really good."

After the game, the teams were cooling down, enjoying some Popsicles that one of the team parents had packed. Bruce saw you standing just outside the bench area, a few feet away from your team.

Bruce took a deep breath and slowly jogged over to where you were standing. You looked up from the ball that you spun around in your hands, giving Bruce a warm smile.

"Uh, Y/n, right? You're pretty... I mean uhm, pretty good! At baseball, yeah." Bruce, who almost never botched up pick up lines or compliments to the girls that gawked over him, suddenly felt way to embarrassed to even want to live anymore.

"Oh hey, Bruce if I'm not mistaken?" You chuckled and reached out your hand, to which Bruce eagerly shook. "Thank you. You're pretty good too, yknow. You're competitive. I like that." You smirked at him, leaning against the metal gate you were standing in front of.

"Oh, thanks." Bruces voice cracked a bit, causing him to clear his throat. "Well, Y/n. Are you free next Saturday. I've got an important game, if you wanna come. Yknow, cheer me on, like a good luck charm." He winked at you, pulling out a sticky-note pad and a pen from his pocket, writing down his number for you. "Mayhe we can go for lunch afterwards. There's a good burger joint around the corner."

You chuckled and pocketed the paper. "Hm, sure. Why not." You smiled, winking again before turning around, walking back to your team.

Bruce just stood there for a moment, watching as you walked away. He looked down and smirked, shaking his head as he walked back to his team, who were hooting and hollering at him.

"Ooooh, Bruce and Y/n. Someone get the priesttttt, I think we're gonna have a marriage on our handssss!"

A/n: me not knowing anything about baseball and writing this anyways. Sorry if anything I wrote is incorrect teehee. Hope you liked this :3

[monterraverde]

<< League.>>

He signs it flatly, with space for contemplation and a deep frown. It’s appropriately League protocols. Time and time again, it would blow up in their faces. He signs it one more time.

<< Master Ball was a Team Rocket Project. Worked with Silph, willing conspirator to develop something that could kill free will. Supposed to catch Rampaging Gods. Won’t find anything that really works like a Master Ball outside of Silph’s research. Rocket took research when they disappeared. Won’t give it up.>>

He balances his head on his palm, staring into the flames for a long while. There’s a familiar claw of absolutely old anger sinking into his heart.

Damn you.

Red lets his hand fall to use it, mouthing each word.

<< You’re going to become a monster if you keep doing this. And someone like me is going to stand against you. And condemn you in ways you can’t imagine. >>

But portent warnings were for the future and those that would heed them. He digs his teeth into his lip and whistles, sharp and shrill. It catches the attention of his team, Espeon included, playing in the sand. 

Snorlax rumbles awake. Blastoise turns to listen, comfortable in the dark.

Go to the Port.

Venusaur lets out a sharp warble, and sinks to her haunches, springing with enough force to kick up a storm of hand and dim the flame. He hears her land an insane distance away, cracking a cliffside. Espeon gives him a look, and he watches her dash off. Blastoise and Snorlax are in no rush to vacate the area, and slowly trudge after them. 

Pikachu wakes, and he twitches, worried, before running up Red’s shoulder to sit.

He’s staying.

<< They’ll go get medicine. >>

Red stands, and tosses the ball in the vacated spot, watching the light form into the huge creature.

She’s huge, and she’s crunched into a ball, clicking, buzzing. Her fuzz has pink spots. She doesn’t react to him either, stepping close to her.

Bad sign.

Worse sign, he sinks a hand over her fluff and pulls back red mucus. 

His warning is chilling in a way she can't describe... He succeeded at putting the fear of god in her, that much was certain, but she just looked... sad. She didn't want this, if she had her way they would have ended this farce long ago. If Geeta knew anything about Silph or Sada's dealings... but that information was so far above her paygrade...

And Geeta was always being so secretive about it... Only telling her trickles of information- Stuff she needed to know to grasp the current crisis, but...

"I-... I won't stand in your way if you want to talk Geetas ear off, but... I'm telling you everything I know, I don't have any power to do anything about it, but... if I talk too much or push beyond what I'm allowed I'll lose my entire livelihood... I know there's shady things happening, but I'm between a rock and a hard place of how to stop it... mainly stems from Sada being sketchy... this all goes back to Sada... Why did her A.I. throw itself into the time machine, fuck..." She hissed, returning her pokemon to their balls.

Sada was dead and her A.I. was gone... She'd need an expert level hacker to get any kind of information out of the A.I.'s core memory if it was still functional...

Dammit, Damn it all-!!

And then his pokemon are off toward Porta Marinada in the distance, and finally Slither Wing is brought forth... And the sight terrifies her, running forward to gently caress the poor creatures horns with gloved hands, a vain attempt to calm it. "Gods above... The poor thing, Wait- Is that blood...? What in the world happened to her?"

Oh things just went from fun to awful in a heartbeat, didn't they?

"You know of this? How do you know there's medicine at the port? I've never seen this illness in my life..."