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ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit · 2 months ago

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Azul pt 1

The fact that he waited until the next day to find her was a bit surprising, but that didn’t make it any less scary when Floyd Leech catches Yuu outside class.

“Shrimpy.” his tone is flat. The hand around the collar of her uniform isn’t tight, but it’s clear she isn’t going anywhere. “With me. Now.”

“Ah shit, he’s actually pissed.” Ace mutters, stiff beside her.

“Floyd, how you doing?” Yuu smiles. Nope, definitely not in the mood.

“Wait,” Deuce puts a hand on her wrist. “We still have class. She'll get in trouble if she skips.”

“It’s not skipping, Azul can write a note as house warden.” He picks her up again, no more than a ragdoll. “If you pull the same trick you did yesterday, it’s not going to be pretty. Nobody has escaped my squeeze before, and we aint starting with you.” He bares his teeth, tapping her nose with his free hand.

Yuu can’t recognize if he’s genuinely angry or just annoyed with her escape. She isn’t willing to test it, and she knows she is too tired to do so again. Mary had already warned her off of doing so outside of Ramshackle for now, until she got used to Underground magic.

“Um, I’ll see you guys later?” she waves, hoping that this will be quick at least.

He doesn’t put her down once, even when she politely asks. He isn’t quiet though. He seems more annoyed that he had to pull in Idia to provide camera footage that she actually disappeared and didn’t just decide not to get her. The twins don’t seem to enjoy arguing with Azul, though the lines look fuzzy from the outside.

The bubble always feels odd going down, and then the coolness of Octavinelle settles in. It isn’t always a pleasant feeling when you are warmblooded, but maybe that’s why she rarely sees any Octavinelle student without a jacket on?

Azul’s office is the same as ever, clean down to the last dust speck on the nearly excessive bookshelves surrounding the whole room. The soft glow of the aquariums below offer a nice touch that she’s always enjoyed though, and finds it difficult to not relax when looking at them.

He sits at his desk with the strange fishbone pen scribbling over a softly glowing contract. The laptop, some type of the line model probably, almost stands out like a sore thumb amongst the antique designs.

It better not be for me, she thinks.

“Thank you Floyd,” Yuu mumbles as her feet finally touch the ground.

“Ah, Shrimpy gonna be all grumpy now?” He teases, pulling at her cheek.

“Floyd, please.” Azul says, almost smiling at her swatting hands doing absolutely nothing. “We have business to discuss.”

“Yea, I never got a text yesterday, so it must not have been that important.” Yuu crosses her arms.

“Oh, that’ll come later. I am far more interested in what this was. A unique magic perhaps?”

He turns his laptop monitor to show the footage of her turning into glitter, her wide eyes the last thing to literally blink out of existence.

“Even if I had a good idea what happened, I wouldn’t tell you. It was a fluke, I haven’t been able to do it since.” Half of it was true at least. She wasn’t able to recreate the distance, though it may be the desire just wasn’t strong enough.

“Ah, no need to be coy.” Azul smiles, the polite one that makes her eye twitch. “If your magic base is expanding that’s something to celebrate! How about a drink and dessert, on the house of course.”

“What do you want?” she asks bluntly. “Nothing comes for free with you.”

“Prefect!” he places a hand on his chest, “Do you think me so low as to not celebrate my friend's accomplishments?”

“Are we friends?” Yuu snaps, “I didn’t know that friends made each other homeless.”

His mouth snaps shut with a click. A huff of air behind ear reminds her that Floyd is still behind her, not at his usual spot beside Azul’s desk. Making sure to guard the exit?

“I-” Azul takes a deep breath, twirling the neck of the fishbone pen before carefully setting it inside the holder, putting a lid on the ink bottle. “I’ll admit, not my best moment.”

He sighs, walking around to the front of the desk and leaning against the ledge.

“Ms. Yuu, you clearly have an expanding magical core, which is wonderful. I congratulate you on effort and achievements. But it’s clearly powerful magic.” He adjusts his gloves, avoiding her eyes. “I, of all people, understand powerful magic without a medium to balance it out. We both know what it looks like when there are...no guidelines.”

Azul was capable of his spell without the contracts. The contracts are what allowed him to keep his sanity and mind. His step father had been the one to teach him and help, the best gift he had ever received from him truly. But there was something addictive in the power, and to see Yuu overblot, even by accident?

“I...I do apologize for my transgressions in the past.” Even Floyd raises his eyebrows at him. “I’ll admit that I did not think of the repercussions of my actions as I was self-assured in my own victory. And, at the time, it was the only thing that mattered.”

There are some deals that you prevent from happening, for the sake of his own skin of course.

“I have teachers that are helping me.” Yuu relents, “Though I understand your concerns better now. If, and it’s a big if, I need help, I will...actually consider your offer?”

He laughs, something a little softer than his usual one. “Well, as a show of good faith.” He pulls out a small metal piece from his pocket, “Take this. A representation of our benevolence, guided by the Seawitch and her two beloved eels.”

It’s a simple band, two dark eels wrapped around a small nautilus shell. It was in the style she preferred, something elegant but minimal. It didn’t look like a cheap tourist thing either, she could feel that the shell was smooth, thin but strong. It wouldn't shatter easily at least.

“Are these actual eel scales?” she asks, feeling the bumpy texture.

“Why yes!” he smiles, “I thought something handmade would be of preference. You do seem to prefer things of a more sentimental variety.”

She huffs, raising her pant leg to wear it as an anklet instead.

“Alright Azul, I’ll choose to forgive, but I won’t forget. Afterall, forgetting how powerful you are would just be stupid for me.”

A surprised huff leaves him, but he allows her to leave at last. Jade meets her at the door before she can even turn the knob, Floyd staying behind.

“Huh,” he mutters, “Went better than expected.” Floyd stretches his body out, small pops along his spine that wouldn’t be there in a human body. “You get what you needed out of it?”

“Enough, though not all.” Azul nods. “We do need her to trust us, and if that means giving away a token to show good faith, it’ll be worth the small energy exchange.”

“Also allows us to keep an eye on her.” Floyd adds, rubbing the small spot along his upper arm. They were eel scales. Specifically, theirs. Azul wouldn’t be able to see through her eyes the way he could with his or Jade’s, but with a sprinkle of their scales and a small sample of all three of their magics in the shell itself, they’d always be able to have a vague idea of where she was at least. With the way she was progressing in and out of class, she was becoming a threat.

And the best way to neutralize a threat was to make them a friend.

“It’s for her own good.” Azul goes to sit back down. He thinks it is for her good at least, and it’s not totally invasive. “Besides, I would like to know more about these teachers of hers. Perhaps they are looking for more students.”

Floyd shakes his head, making sure that Azul has a drink before heading out himself. He can’t afford to fail this next test if he wants to stay in the advanced classes. At least the advanced classes aren’t as boring as the main ones, but damn if they don’t test his patience some days.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #stone heart au #twst yuu #twst great 7 #twst the great 7 #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #floyd leech #twst Floyd #Jade Leech #twst Jade

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duraxxor · 2 days ago

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Harken ye wary soul, to the depths of the yesteryear. To the time before the monster and man. Who was he? What was he? How did he come to be what he is?

Come forth blooded one, show us who you really are.

Deep within the Sanctum of Solitude, the Lord stirred at his desk where he had chosen to often answer so many questions for his curious, little shadows. As of late, they had been quiet but not completely silent. There was one in particular that had tickled his hairs on the back of his neck. One of which possessed far more depth that he needed to think upon. A consultation of one’s inner self if you would. Scribbled on a note, the interest was placed upon him. Ashen lips began to read it off with amusement.

“Harken ye weary soul, to the depths of yesteryear. To the time before the monster and man. Who was he? What was he? How did he come to be what he is? “The reciting twisted with a hint of laughter within his lungs. “Come forth blooded one, show us who you really are. “

The scribbled parchment was laid upon the treated, aged wood with care. Gloved talons carefully receding back into the darkness that shrouded his figure. Crimson glints peered off towards yonder as he kept his thoughts silent for just a moment. A gruff chuckle escaped him as he finally decided that it was time to answer this inquiry on his identity.

“Quite the hungry one, are we? Though, in the simplest answer I may provide, you have already answered your own question. I have always been a man and monster. From the day I was born all the way to this very second you draw breath. “The lanterns of red seemed to tilt a certain way before a faint, hissing sigh was administered. “But I am certain that will not sate your appetite, will it? “

THWOMP!

Out of nowhere, a hunting dagger was jabbed into the old parchment dead center. The crimson eyes seemed to vanish just before they realized that on the end of the Thalassian designed blade was being held not by the hand of a child. The silhouette in the dark seemed to have dropped in height. Within those shadows, two azure eyes opened, staring vividly in towards the curious ones.

“What is it most mortals start off as? “The voice had changed, striking a lighter pitch. An unaltered tone of youth. The sound is awaiting to bud into maturity in the years to come. Harsh years that were already seen in the span of merely a few decades. “Innocence. Ignorance. Dependence. Envious. Oh yes, most envious! “The young giggled, allowing it to repeatedly echo through the space. The twin jewels in the night turned wayward with the snap of a tiny, bony neck. Their hues seem to transition to a blue green.

“The correct answer is a child. A young boy. Bastardized son of a mother. Cursed child with a scar. Troublemaker. Hehehehe… “The turquoise eyes went half-lidded as another giggle from his lips. The child-like hand now drags the blade of his knife across the table, carving a jagged line across it in a slow manner. But after a moment of giggling, everything came to a halt as the dagger approached the edge. A memory tickled his throat, bringing his eyes to grow into wide saucers.

“... A friend. I was a friend to one. One that wasn’t ripped from me as some before her. One that I would one day call my wife. “Once more, those eyes closed halfway, shaking left to right as indicated in their animations. “... You know, children are a lot like the Durian fruit. They can make one reel like the stench of hot garbage, but most of them are actually sweet on the inside like a caramel custard. It is their raising that leads them down the path to rotting on the inside. It is a gradual decay that festers and makes the most bitter, jealous creatures. “

The handheld dagger finally slipped into the veils of shadows once more, leaving nothing more than a sliced paper that was slowly turning into shavings, fine like sawdust. Something about it wasn’t quite right. Why would a slice cause it to break down into the original substance it was composed of in the lumber mill?

“You referred to me as a blooded one? “The voice continued in its child-like manner, seeming to fall into a bittersweet tone. “That day was quite the bloodsport, wasn’t it? The day everything changed. A mother’s love stolen. A friend was abandoned. The life of a drunkard reaped. And a boy painted in crimson. That would not be the last time that child was made to paint. Wolves would not relent. And I am not referring to just the fuzzy ones. Hungry beasts take on the form of man. A man often has a bottomless stomach in their greed. “

The child grew solemn, eyes turning a sickly green. Their stance looked almost sorrowful in the slanted shape. “… I envy you all. You all have titles and belongings thrusted upon you. I had nothing. I devoured the fear and bile in my heart. The betrayals I had been given at birth. I am a Monster. Get that through your brains, you numbskulls. “Another cacophonous case of giggles escaped his throat, this time twisting in their octave as the sound of bone and sinew squelched. His laughter winding into a wheezing that threatened to snuff out his last breath, hacking and coughing up a lung as those glows of his eyes suddenly vanished into the night.

The conversation grew silent. The mass behind the desk seems to return to its familiar shape. The azure glow slowly returned in a similar fashion to the crimson edition. They possessed a softness. A calm. A collection of variations if you would. And from within the darkness, a gloved hand reached forth and began to grasp the wooden dust between the ends of his pointer and thumb finger. The Lord’s voice billowed, "I hope you still have an appetite, dear shadow. Because there is more to the story. For my story does know of more love, sorrow, and anger in the various years to come. My return to the world was one paved on blood and stone, but not without an attempt to have reason. And that reason for the abandoned friend that I would call my wife. Stealing her from the hands of hungry wolves may have painted a target on my back, but they know of nothing more than under the table cowardice. And rest assured… they will all right the wrongs they have committed. In time. “

Fragments of the disenchanted note fell from his fingers like grains of sand in an hourglass, rejoining the pile below. “I became a man. A husband. A soldier. And eventually… a father of two. “And then it hit him, causing him to repeat another statement. “You referred to me as a blooded one. Perhaps you are even more accurate than you anticipated? Blood seems to follow me wherever I may walk. Perhaps my state of being is simply a punishment? For I had stolen the lives of those that were declared an enemy to another. Trained to be a weapon in the shadows that does not look back once the dagger is plummeted into the heart of the issue. If only I had chosen to not walk into that frigid war that time ago. “

There was regret in his words. The blue in his eyes faded in the recesses of his sockets. What remained of the light that was blessed upon the desk also slipped away. The spotlight came to a close and with it, the show was over. But you know what they say with every show? There must always be an encore.

“Am I Alphus? Am I Duraxxor? Am I the White Lynx? Am I the Lord Myotis? The Faceless? A child? A man? A monster? “His words echoed in the chambers of nothingness. And when his words ceased to exist, he would leave the audience with a parting gift to think upon. “The correct answer is... All the Above. “

[[ Soft mentions of @arrydhalia for a tags]]

#ic #duraxxor #alphus #we got into some personal history here

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hometoursandotherstuff · 1 year ago

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satissmiling found this cute white church with a red door on her local Zillow site. Built in 1896, this historic church in Blain, Pennsylvania has 2bds, 2ba, & is a great price at $244,900.

This is a typical church design and I once posted one just like it. The steeple entrance foyer has the ladder going up to the bell tower. This hall has a tin ceiling, but the buyer can take it down and expose it straight up to the bell.

So, this is the nave of the church, the main room, and we can see that it's pretty much intact from the stained glass windows, to the wainscoting, to the psalm list on the wall, to the altar on the left.

I would venture to say that the ceiling is original, and just refinished. Usually this design did have wood ceilings.

Isn't this amazing? They have the original altar, including all the furniture. This is so cool- the lectern, the carved wood altar now holds the flat screen, the wide chairs, and communion rail.

I wonder if it's set up the way it was when it was a church.

Here's an idea, an altar-shaped sectional in the same color as the carpet.

The large kitchen is cool. They put lower cabinets along the whole wall, fitting the appliances in between. Clever idea. I like the Island and the background of stained glass windows.

They even got a washing machine in there. I like the odd cabinet- it gives the wall interest and style.

Look at the handy drawers in the back of the island.

Here's a nice new closet.

The bath is large and has an eclesiastically-themed pony wall for privacy next to the toilet (I wonder if that was an actual church piece). Some of the stained glass windows have memorial plaques- their families paid for the windows in their memories, but now they're on someone's house.

The main bedroom's bed faces the stained glass window, and it has very high ceilings.

Apparently, there was a pipe organ and they made a headboard with the pipes. Very gothic looking. I would have to put a cool mural on that wall to bring the pipes out.

The 2nd bedroom is small, but has wainscoting and 2 windows.

This bath can use some decor. It doesn't even look finished.

There's a massive basement.

Outside there 's a nice big yard, and a side garden (I think I see more organ pipes in the garden).

So cute, and the price is right.

#church conversion #converted church #old house dreams #houses #house tours #home tour #submissions

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himeofshyness · 4 months ago

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Hello! (ㆁωㆁ) I'm new here & I notice your blog about your farmers. I really love their designs! If I was wondering if you could make a scenario with any of your Farmers with that one cutscene on SVE were Camilla kidnap us the player just to show the Crimson Badlands. I would like to know how will they react.

And btw I find your username familiar, are you that one wattpad author who writes countryhumans?

Thank you for the ask! (◕ᴗ◕✿) To be honest, your actually the first person who sends a request/ask here in my blog and to answer your question about my username. Yes, I am that author who used to write CH stories, but I went on hiatus from the fandom and pursue different fandoms. I'll probably get back to it and finish the WIPs chapters.

Your ask is really random but this is how I picture this scenario with two of my farmers. Anywho on to the story~

Imagine my farmer Rosemary, who just woke up from bed, still wearing her pajamas. Then out of nowhere, Camilla appears and said "Hey sweetie, I have something to show you, that I know you will find interesting." Before Rosemary gives a reaction, the said witch just grabbed her arm and warps, disappears.

Cerise activates the relic, Lance arrives in under 2 minutes, appearing directly into the farm living room with wide, worried eyes.

Unknown to them, Cerise watch this all and goes into full blown panic mode because some witch just kidnap her sister. Cerise immediately looked through Rosemary's bedside in her room to find a certain object. 6 months ago, Lance gift Rosemary a relic. A relic that is tied to his mana but if it activates, Lance will sense it no matter how far he is. In other words, a relic that can be use if Rosemary is in grave danger. Even though she doesn't need it but Lance is being persistent after the many times the red haired farmer just keep collapsing and getting hurt.

“Cerise–!”

“She kidnapped Rose!”, Cerise trying to stay calm, pointing at the still open front door.

“W-what? Who–”

“That purple witch! What's her name again? Uhm Calisa? Camilla! I saw Camilla kidnapped Rosemary!”

A frightening calm settles over Lance’s face. He marches over to the front door, pulling it shut and locking it, before turning to look at Cerise and walk towards her.

He placed his hands around Cerise's shoulders to calm her down. “Everything's going to be alright, sister-in-law. I will be back in no more than 15 minutes.”

And with that, he fades away.

'Sister-in-law my ass! Your not even married to Rose yet. Jeez.', Cerise thought with a bewilder look. 'You still haven't got my blessings yet'

In just over 10 minutes, three figures appeared in the living room where Cerise, now calm, is drinking her morning tea.

“Rose!” Cerise cried as she puts down her tea and rush towards her stun-looking sister, checking to see if she's alright.

“I see my sense of humour was again in poor taste,”, she says, looking at Cerise. “I did not mean to cause distress.”

Lance is glaring at Camilla, and the witch actually has the grace to look mildly chagrined.

Cerise narrowed her eyes at Camilla from within Rosemary’s arms. The red haired farmer is oddly quiet but the eldest sister can feel the tension in her younger sister's body. "A warning next time."

I know its a bit short. Its been awhile since I last wrote a full story but I hope you enjoy this one.

Thank you for the ask! ( ◜‿◝ )♡

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley expanded #sve #sve lance #sve camilla #stardew farmer #sdv fanfic #sdv fandom #thanks anon!#thanks for the ask!#himespace✧#hime's farmers #hime's sdv headcanons✿#farmer cerise #farmer rosemary

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heartofspells · 1 year ago

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This Way We Fall

"Moony calls you Padfoot."

It's not what Sirius expects his godson to say, and he startles a little, his hand skittering, the red line of antlers he'd been curving upwards going wide and stuttering haptically. Two and a half weeks is how long it's taken for Sirius to be allowed into the inner sanctum, granted the holiest of privileges: crayons.

They're kneeling on the front stoop, the door closed in front of them, all previous drawings cleared away to make way for new ones. All except one, the black dog still in place, off to the side, animation charms steadily failing, but its tail gives a weak flutter periodically, stubborn and refusing to die just yet. After his breakfast that morning, Harry had stated it was time. Time for new pictures to replace the old, because the old ones were boring, Moony, and our door is boring, too. And Sirius had been expected to help. Demanded, really, not that he's complaining.

Studying the mess made of his antlers, Sirius is slow to pull his wand, clearing it away to start anew. He thinks there might be a metaphor in there somewhere, but he can't quite grasp it in the jumbled chaos now filling his head.

"Does he?" asks Sirius measuredly, not looking at Harry as he cleans away the red trails.

It's a name he hasn't heard in years, not from anyone. More than five, to be exact, and it pulls at something inside Sirius to hear again now, coming from a mouth that hadn't ever truly managed to form it properly the last time it had tried.

"Sometimes," says Harry, tongue peeking between his teeth as he puts the finishing touches on what Sirius thinks might be a mouse, though he can't be entirely certain. He's never seen a mouse quite that colorful before. Sirius thinks he might make the colors dance once they're finished. "But he never says it to you. Only when he's talking 'bout you."

Humming minutely, Sirius glances over his shoulder to where Remus is seated in the Adirondack chair in the grass. He's reclined back, head and face tilted towards the sky, legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles, eyes closed. He hasn't reacted to anything said, but Sirius knows the other man is listening because he always is, always near enough to catch every word, to intervene in any and everything he sees fit, though he never does, at least not yet.

"You call him Moony," continues Harry, and he's looking at Sirius now, large green eyes curious where they glint behind the lenses of his glasses, Sirius watching them slip down his nose. Sirius reaches out and pushes them back up, an instinct, a long-forgotten habit but not actually forgotten at all, it seems. "All the time."

"I call him Moony because you call him Moony," explains Sirius, not entirely sure what else to say, turning his gaze back to the door.

Harry is quiet for a minute, rolling a purple crayon between his fingers thoughtfully as Sirius scribbles out his own design, just for something to do.

"Did you used to call him Moony?" he asks finally, head tipping so far to the side that Sirius worries for a second it might twist off his neck and clunk to the concrete below. "Before me?"

Sirius drops his hand from the door, slow to respond before saying quietly, "Did, yeah. A lot. All the time."

"Why?"

"I made it up. I gave him the nickname. Seemed only right that I use it."

"Padfoot's your name?"

Swallowing, eyes dropping to his knees before flickering to Harry, Sirius nods. "It was, a long time ago."

"Who gave it to you?"

"It – " Sirius stops, gaze jumping to the drawings on the door, something sharp stabbing into his heart, like longing, like absence and grief and the need to touch what's never coming back again, eyes drifting to the antlers, tracing their shape, familiar like the hazy outlines made by clouds, memories too distant to fully recall clearly any longer. "Your dad gave me the name. It was his idea. Padfoot. He thought it was funny. He always found things funny that most others didn't."

Harry stares up at him for a minute, and then he exhales a breath, heavy for a six-year-old, so very heavy but somehow lighter than Sirius thinks anything in this moment should be.

"That's nice," is all he says, leaning forward to collect the crayon from Sirius' slack fingers, beginning to push the colors back into the box. "Can you make them move now?" he asks eagerly, eyes bright as he looks up at Sirius again.

When the drawings are animated once more, they watch them flutter and skitter and hobble across the wood of the painted door, Harry happy and excited from the sight. Sirius thinks he could stay this way forever, or at least a very long time, days and months, years and decades, if only given the chance, but Harry suddenly stands beside him, clutching his box of crayons protectively to his chest, like to lose them would be to lose the dearest of friends.

"Gotta take them inside 'cause they melt," informs his godson knowingly, and Sirius watches as he pushes the door open, disappearing inside as it closes in front of his face again.

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Gorgeous art by @drunkdumbfucker <3

#this way we fall #big bang fic #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #snippet #my writing #holli writes

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girl-in-a-bubbl3 · 5 months ago

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Glamrock Bonnie(FNAF) x Reader Part 8

Not enough sassy Bonnie fanfic so here we go...I'll try to upload at least once a week.

Notes:

AU Fanfic/NonCanon

Bonnie is terrible but he likes you

5 greenrooms on RSR (we include Monty)

Sun/Moon are the same animatronic

Moon has a lil touch of the virus

Will probably be some spicy parts so...18+

Also just using the gif

After talking to Sun for a few hours, your brain was completely frazzled but also yearning for so much more information.

First of all, Sun and Moon both were an extremely interesting animatronic. Truly an engineering marvel, honestly. Apparently, when the lights went out, they designed Sun in a way where he turned into a completely different animatronic, that being Moon. It all made sense but you never knew they were even remotely designed like that. It was fascinating. You also learned that they could communicate with each other inside of their head. So the times Sun was staring in the distance... he was actually having a side conversation.

Secondly, Moon did have a virus. It wasn't as bad as it used to be, but Moon was still pretty unpredictable around people. Sun did make it seem like Moon liked the virus. It seemed to give him more freedom, the side effect being it also made him very volatile in certain situations. You definitely wanted to take a look into that but Sun made it pretty clear that Moon said it was off limits.

Sun didn't understand why Moon did what he did with you, though. He wouldn't answer his questions or give him his thoughts or feelings. When speaking about you, Moon would shut down completely. You and Sun were both perplexed by that.

You asked Sun if Moon had ever actually hurt anyone before and he didn't want to talk about it so you assumed that something happened. You made a note to ask Freddy about that too.

Sun did let you scan him and, surprisingly, there was nothing wrong with his code. No virus, no bugs. Everything perfectly normal. Your brain was on fire with the need to keep looking and learning how one was effected but the other wasn't but you didn't want to overwhelm Sun.

You really liked Sun. And Moon, too.

Looking down at your Fazwatch, you noticed it was now around 4 am. You needed your last few hours to check up on the Glamrocks one last time before you had to leave. You completely forgot to scan them while bowling and you figured they purposefully didn't remind you.

"Alright Sunny, I guess I'll head out now."

"Oh do you have to?! I was having so much fun!" While having your talks, you both had started coloring and making crafts to take the pressure off of Sun. It was fun. And you wish you could stay and just play with the glitter glue and pipe cleaners.

"Unfortunately, I do. But I really enjoyed our time together! And Moon, too, I really enjoyed meeting him. Even though he wanted to be all grab-by and mysterious." You chuckled and rubbed your neck, thinking of his grip. Lazily wondering how tight it could get while still being comfortable...

What is happening with me lately?

You looked up and saw Sun staring at you in what looked like...shock? "Sunny? You okay?"

"You like...Moon?"

"I do. He's the other part of you. You like him and I trust your judgment so..."

Sun's voice got very quiet and his smile grew wide and very warm. You heard his fans start to whir loudly. You made another note to ask Freddy what that could mean.

"Thank you, Sunflower. We're both very happy to be working with you."

"Same here, Sunshine. And tell Moon that I want more time soon but I expect better behavior."

Sun's eyes glazed over for a moment and then he gasped, whispering to himself quickly. "Moon I will not say that!"

You leaned over the table and poked Sun on the shoulder. "I want to know!"

Sun started chuckling nervously and stood up fast, skipping around the table. "Time's ticking! Better get going to the others!"

Sun scooped you up in another big hug and spun you around while gently setting you back down and ushering you towards the daycare exit.

"You can't keep hiding things from me, you know. I'm going to start bugging you eventually!"

You looked back at Sun when you were almost through the big, wooden doors. His genuine smile was back on his face as he stared down at you.

"I know... but Moon said we can't reveal everything all at once! Ruins the 'mystery'" Sun wiggled his fingers at you, "See ya Sunshine!"

Sun rapidly closed the daycare doors while giving you a big wave before you could get out another sentence. You were left staring at the locked exit in stunned silence. Were they teasing you?

You couldn't help but walk away with a shy smile on your face. You were really enjoying your job and the people you were going to be working with.

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You were almost out of breath when you made it to Rockstar Row. You really needed to work on your cardio...

You approached the familiar door with the teal light and yellow star on the door. You were actually pretty excited to see Bonnie tonight. Before you even knocked on the door, it slid open and in front of you was the big bunny himself.

He looked down at you with a lazy expression before you saw his mouth pull up into a little smirk. "Can't stay away, can you Peeps?"

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms but couldn't help yourself from breaking out into a big grin. "You're just so charming I don't know what I would do without all of your lively remarks."

Bonnie chuckled and moved to let you in. "Come on, before I change my mind and shut the door on you."

You shook your head and walked past him. You had seen his room recently. When you saw it last, it was an absolute disaster. Things were broken, stuff was everywhere, etc. But looking around the room now, everything was so...clean. It looked like Bonnie had organized and replaced (or at least tried to fix) the furniture that was broken.

It was nice.

"Wow, you really cleaned up in here."

Bonnie narrowed his eyes at you. "And how do you know that?"

You shrugged and started taking out your tablet. "I saw it when I was looking for you guys earlier."

"I didn't answer so you just welcomed yourself into my room?"

You froze and turned to look at him. "I wanted to make sure you were okay. Drop the attitude."

You noticed the tip of his ear twitch. He was quiet for a moment before grumbling to himself and heading to the couch to sit for the scan.

"What took you so long in the daycare anyway?" Bonnie asked as you started the scan.

"I was talking to Sun. And I met Moon."

Bonnie made a noise like he was choking. "You did what?!"

Bonnie whipped around and grabbed your wrists, yanking you closer to him. He started doing his own little scan of your body until he froze when he looked at the mark that was left on your neck.

Immediately Bonnie's face went from shock to anger, extreme anger.

"That son-of-a-bitch."

Bonnie ripped the wires out, stopping the scan, as he proceeded to race out of his room, presumably towards the daycare.

"Bonnie, no!!"

You started running after him, panic settling in.

Oh no no no.

To be continued...

Authors notes:

Kind of a short chapter to transition into some...stuff lol. What's going to happen between Bonnie and Sun/Moon? o.o So sorry for the suuuuper slow burn. Creating a foundation is so tedious but I want to make sure that's something I don't skip. I want to do a spicy chapter soon so... stay tuned for that xD Much love guys! <3

#fanfic #glamrock bonnie #glamrock bonnie x reader #fnaf #writing #<3 #fnaf security breach #oc #fanfic writing #security breach #sundrop #sun/moon fnaf #sundrop/moondrop #sun/moon

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stay to burn (only to drown instead): chapter five: sanity in the honeymoon phase [part I]

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jonathan crane x reader; bruce wayne x reader; edward nashton x reader | warnings: canon typical violence, sexual content (oral sex fem receiving, PIV sex- JONATHAN AND READER HAVE SEX IN THIS ONE) | word count: 6011 words

DISCLAIMER: these chapters are not meant to be read alone. not every chapter has content for one of the three pairings listed. this is an ongoing fanfiction that I am cross-posting here on tumblr, not a series of one-shots.

chapter one

Somehow, the stars were out tonight, though only a few were able to beam brighter than the light pollution and smog. Perhaps they were actually distant planets, but you’d never learned how to tell the difference. No matter what they were, they looked so far away from where you stood on the sidewalk. Not at all like how they’d seemed to glitter on the night of the gala. No, these were just barely pinpricks of light, cold as they blinked down at you like they were watchful eyes, the rare spectators of Gotham. The moon was a cruel smile, grinning down at you like it was privy to something you had yet to find out about.

You scowled up at them before continuing on your walk. It was the rare night where you weren’t even walking home from work but instead trekking back from Gotham University’s library. You rarely did any of your work there but you’d been feeling pretty productive earlier that day and had little else going on, so you made the journey over. And you were happy to say that you got some good writing done- you did have other classwork to worry about, classes that had nothing to do with Dr. Jonathan Crane. Who, aside from your few conversations after his class, you hadn’t really interacted with since he took you home a few nights ago, though this time it was your own embarrassment that kept you from reaching out to him.

Needless to say, you were tired but in a good mood. The library was always practically empty, save for the cafe on the first floor and the few project rooms that were always booked by groups of people taking much more intensive classes than you ever seemed to take. Tonight had been no different- only a few students were in the designated quiet areas, and even then, two of them were just using the study stall to nap.

It was a productive night but now all you wanted to do was get back into your apartment and sleep.

You passed by a wide alleyway, the kind that led to a parking lot for the buildings on the street, stopping briefly to change the song playing in the one earbud hanging from your ear. From behind your phone screen, you caught the reflection of the moon in a puddle before you frowned at your shadow in the tiny sliver of light. As you finally found the song your brain was itching to hear, the hair on your arms stood on end, goosebumps rising over your skin as your world narrowed into a pinprick moment of focus.

You were being watched.

You had stopped by the mouth of the alleyway, peering into its dark depths as you prayed to whoever might be listening that you were just imagining the sensation of eyes crawling over your body, or that it was at least a harmless hermit perched in the alleyway for the night. But the longer the sensation continued, the more you doubted it was just a homeless person looking at you. You pulled the earbud from your ear, managing to barely catch it before it fell into the puddle, the cord swinging from your phone which was gripped in your now limp hand.

Keep it moving, your brain whispered, trying to move your legs away from the alley, you shouldn’t have stopped here. You shouldn’t even be out at this time of night, in this part of town. You know this.

But, though you were certainly frightened and your heart was threatening to break out of you with how aggressively it was beating in your chest, your curiosity was piqued, a rare surge of recklessness overtaking you as you decided to wait and see what would happen.

And for a moment, it seemed like nothing would. You were about to sigh and continue on your walk, ready to blame the events on a random bout of anxiety (which you had noticed were becoming more frequent but just chalked it up to stress from the semester), when there was a flicker of movement in the darkness.

A street lamp in the alleyway flickered on for a brief moment like a flash of lightning and you saw it, standing amongst the dumpsters and fire escapes, facing you. It’s eyes watching you.

No, not it. His.

The Scarecrow.

Gasping, you staggered backwards, eyes glued on the now dark void where you had seen him. The darkness became your enemy. Because now you couldn’t see him and instead could only imagine him slowly prowling closer to you. Taking calculated steps your way, able to see you in the light from the street that didn’t reach his position in the alley. He was at an advantage and you were a deer in the headlights. Frozen, fear rooting your feet to the cracked concrete beneath you.

But then the streetlamp flickered on once again and he was gone, his absence releasing you from whatever spell had kept you glued to the sidewalk. You didn’t think about what you did next, just spun on your heel and ran, rushing to the next corner as you forced deep breaths into your lungs.

Hands shaking, you pressed the button to change the crossing signal, bringing your phone close to your face.

Okay. So you just had an encounter with Gotham’s newest anonymous criminal... What do you do next? You’re a bit surprised that there wasn’t a handy online guide already for this kind of thing, but you were sadly on your own here.

But if there had been a friendly guide to villain encounters, you’re sure the first piece of advice would be to call the police but you hesitated.

The police certainly didn’t need to hear about you seeing him.

You were acutely aware of how often you encountered events that warranted a police presence, even if they rarely showed up or were even called.

Next option would be to… tell Batman? No, that’s not right. Firstly, you had no way to contact him. But more importantly, you didn’t even want Batman to show up now. You weren’t hurt, just frightened and more importantly you had someone you could call, someone to take this tension from your shoulders and offer you comfort. (Maybe, you think as you shakily dial your phone, you don't need Batman anymore. He’d saved you enough times already.)

Jonathan picked up on the third ring and you had to stutter out a quick, stilted greeting before you stopped, trying to figure out how to tell him exactly what just happened to you. But then the words just tumbled out, not refrained and barely audible over the city’s nightlife in the background.

“I saw him.”

He’s quiet but you know he’s listening, that he’d been able to hear what you’d said. That he was just waiting for you to continue, giving you the time you needed to collect your racing thoughts. Finally, you swallowed the lump of fear in your throat and whispered into the phone.

“The… Scarecrow.” In daylight, you might’ve laughed at how ridiculous it sounded coming from your mouth. But here, pressed against a corner street lamp as you waited for the crossing signal to change, the lamp flickering above you like a firefly in a jar, the title sent an involuntary shiver down your spine.

You knew nothing about the masked man. But now, after seeing him and the effect he was able to have, you figured that he relished in the fear that he caused, that that was why he took the moniker he did.

Jonathan was quiet for a moment, and you tried to picture him in his apartment, or his office. Sitting at his desk, working his jaw as he did when he was trying to figure out what to say next.

“…did it frighten you?”

“Yes. But… I don’t know.” You almost chuckle in the silence that hangs between you, trying to figure out how to put into words the gut feeling you had. You worried your lip as you debated expressing your next thoughts, before deciding that it was important for Jonathan to hear, even if he ended up deciding that it made you insane to think. “I didn’t think he was going to hurt me, it didn’t feel like it.”

You can feel the question hanging in the air, the question that you would’ve asked someone if they’d just said that to you. How did you know?

But you didn’t know. You were just basing your assumption off of a brief gut instinct and the fact that he didn’t hurt you even though he certainly had ample opportunity in the moment where you had been frozen and waiting.

“Where are you?”

“I’m almost back at my apartment.” A bit of a lie. You were still at least seven blocks away, the crossing signals taking longer than usual due to the nighttime traffic. “I was studying at the library earlier.”

“I’ll come over.”

“For what?” You hadn’t even thought about the implication of him offering to come over when you asked. The idea of Jonathan in your apartment was so foreign it hadn’t even entered your mind. Sure, you’d had the odd fantasy of him there but those tended to be focused in other areas, not centered around a casual visit.

“If you don’t want someone with you right now-”

“No, I do!” You practically leapt into the street as the signal finally changed, cutting Jonathan off as you spoke. You wondered if he made the annoyed face he always did when he was interrupted. “Sorry, I’m just… frazzled over this, I guess.”

“I would expect nothing else right now.” You imagined he smiled when he said it, something comforting. You’ve never seen this imagined smile on his face but you liked to think you could figure out what it would look like if you really focused on it. “I’ll leave here in a minute to head down.”

If you had been listening closely to his side of the conversation, you would’ve noticed the typical city and traffic noises in the background, noises that indicated he was already outside during your conversation and not in his apartment or office. But you were barely listening to what he was saying, unable to focus on any sensory input for more than a few seconds at a time. Your nerves were frayed, your mind keyed up and over sensitive.

“Okay, cool. That’s cool. I’ll see you there.”

Slowly removing your phone from your ear, you pressed the button to hang up.

The same feeling from the alley, which had disappeared with the Scarecrow, had returned a few minutes after. The rest of your walk home was full of you constantly glancing behind yourself to ensure you weren’t being followed, unable to shake the feeling of predatory eyes on your body.

As you turned around a corner, a fat drop of water hit your cheek, signaling that the sky had, ultimately, decided it wanted to rain. One after the other, raindrops hit you and the ground, ensuring that by the time you got back to your apartment, you and your clothes were soaking wet, leaving puddles behind you as you trudged up the stairs.

Slamming your door behind you, you rushed into your room to change from your drenched clothes into comfortable, dry ones. The wet ones were thrown into your hamper with a squelch that you ignored as you tried to change as quickly as possible. You hadn’t forgotten that Jonathan was coming over and you didn’t want to be caught with your pants down.

With your new clothes on you walked into the living area, shaking your head and sighing as water droplets flew everywhere, the faint sound of them hitting random papers and the floor loud in the otherwise silent room. You were looking around, trying to figure out if you could somehow clean up your space quickly when a loud knock startled you back to the present moment.

Wrenching open the door like it weighed a ton, you stared at the man in front of you. Jonathan was still dressed like he did every weekday, minus his tie and jacket, leaving him with just his dress shirt on his torso, the sleeves rolled to his elbows exposing his forearms to your gaze. You noticed, then, that his shirt and pants were damp from the rain but his hair was bone dry.

You decided not to comment on it.

“Hi.” Your hands were still shaking but your voice was steady.

“Hello.”

“Thanks for coming over, you really didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to.” He took a step towards you, leaning against your doorframe, his arm placed over his head. You were crowded backwards against the door to your own apartment, which was sitting open behind you.

With a shaky breath, you stepped back, finally allowing him into your sanctuary and out of your personal bubble. You closed the door behind him, locking and sliding the deadbolt before tugging on the doorknob to make sure it was actually secure. The locks may be shitty, but you’d read somewhere that the smallest barrier can sometimes stop an attacker. You’re not sure how applicable it is here (it seemed to apply more to robbers and opportunistic killers). And what you were afraid of was someone following you and watching you and waiting until you fell asleep to break into your apartment specifically, but it was all you could do.

Lock and unlock and lock it again.

Satisfied that your door was as secure as it was going to get, you turned to look at Dr. Crane, who was watching your routine with the locks.

“You can replace the locks if you’re so nervous about them.” The unspoken I could help you hung in the air.

“That’s okay, the door is so shitty someone could easily kick it in.” Your attempt at nonchalance falls flat, your nerves still shot from earlier. It’s all you can do to keep your voice from wavering.

Jonathan nodded, turning to examine your apartment. And suddenly, you were hyper aware of everything you’d grown numb to over the two and a half years you’d been living there. The creaks in the floors, the cracks in the walls. The aforementioned shitty door. The way moisture had stained your windows and how the lights above your oven flickered ominously like they belonged in an old gas station. At least you decided to put away your clothes from your last load of laundry so they were no longer in a pile by the couch, thrown there to wait for folding. But there were plenty of other piles of clutter, papers and books and trinkets you had nowhere else to put. The odd card, too sentimental for you to throw out even though you never looked at them again after you received them.

“Um, so I was thinking I could make some… soup? Stew?” You move to the stovetop oven to avoid sitting in the awkward moment for any longer. “Tea?” You spin around, facing him again in your frantic quest to figure out an acceptable nourishment to offer him. “Would you like tea? I can make tea.”

“Alright.” He leaned against the counter, his tongue resting on his teeth as he observed you floundering in your natural environment.

“Great.” It’s more than the Batman ever stayed for. But mostly, you were grateful that he was letting you do this to distract yourself from the other events of the night. You faced the stove again and turned the knob for your designated kettle burner, smile fading when the oven simply click-click-clicked and the gas didn't light.

“Shit.” You mumbled under your breath, deciding to try again and sighing when the result is the same. Nothing. “Well, fuck- sorry. I guess the oven’s out of commission for the moment.”

You’re occupied with trying to figure out why your gas isn’t working- did you forget to pay that bill this month?- that you almost miss what Jonathan says.

“I’ll order take-out.”

It took a moment for the words to sink into your brain, and when they did you spun towards him.

“No, you don’t have to-”

“Please. You’ve had a rough night, let me do this for you.”

Warily, you removed your hand from the oven knob. He does this a lot, you’ve realized. Insisting that you allow him to do things for you, to relinquish a fraction of your power to him. But he was right. It had been a rough night, and now that he mentioned it, you did have a hankering for anything but what was in your cabinets.

“What food are you thinking?”

Thirty minutes later, you were sitting at your cluttered kitchen table, Chinese take-out containers haphazardly scattered among the books and folders, placed on-top of and in-between the piles. Jonathan had looked like he was going to suggest cleaning the table off but seemed to realize that there were no other places for all that junk to go so he let it slide, instead helping you place the food around the clutter.

“I don’t know why these things keep happening to me.” You stabbed a piece of chicken with your fork, staring at it for a few seconds before popping it into your mouth.

“Like what?” Jonathan wasn’t eating. To be fair, you had headed out of the library at a time of night where most people were well into their first hour of sleep. He probably just wasn’t hungry at this time of night (though, now that you think of it, he rarely ate around you) and you, having just thought you were maybe going to die, were peckish.

“First it was the Riddler shit, you know. The funeral, Gotham Square Garden. I was there for both of them. Then I’m mugged. Then held hostage at the gala. Then this… it’s just-” you sighed, running a hand over your eyes- “-why has Gotham decided that I’m a victim?” You cut yourself off before you added why can’t I be a nobody like everyone else? Why have I been in harm’s way so often that Gotham’s premiere vigilante recognizes my face from saving me multiple times?

“Everything you just said happened within a year and a half. Gotham’s dangerous, you know this.” He smiled, in a way you were sure was meant to be reassuringly. But it fell flat, instead coming across as condescending. “Maybe you’re just unlucky.”

“Unlucky.” You repeated, stabbing another chicken slice, gesturing at him with your fork, “I’m starting to not believe in luck, I think this-” You swirled your fork around you, meaning everything that you had mentioned before, “-means something.”

“But what? If it means something, what does it mean?” He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. You were well aware that he was indulging you, that he probably thought you just needed to get some sleep.

“That-” You put your fork down, leaning back in your chair, “-is something I need to figure out.”

You neglected to mention who was the connecting string between it all, with the exception of your Scarecrow encounter. Batman connected every event you’d witnessed or been victim of, either by design, like the Riddler’s crimes, or just by the fact that he was there when it happened, like the muggings.

“Some sort of destiny? That’s what you’re talking about?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, tilting your head at the tone his voice had taken.

“Are you talking to me right now as a psychiatrist or as my….” You trailed off, realizing you had no idea how you should refer to Jonathan. Boyfriend sounded stupid and too mundane and juvenile for a man like him. Lover was inaccurate, at least for the present moment. Friend was downplaying the fact that you had made-out with the man twice in the past week. Professor was… problematic, considering everything else. “Colleague.”

At least it was better than calling him your crush.

“Gotham has a way of making people feel more important than they are.”

“So I’m not important?”

“Not in the grand scheme of the universe, no.”

It shouldn’t sting. It was the truth, a fact of life. You weren’t important, especially not to a city like Gotham.

You stood up, blinking quickly to hide the fact that maybe some tears had sprung into your eyes. Mentally, you write them off as being a release from the stress of the night, not from his comment.

“Hey.” He stood up, crossing to you and grabbing your arms, holding you in front of him like you were a fragile bird that he’d grabbed from a cage. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just see people every day who think that their role in this city was bigger than it needed to be. I don’t want you to get wound up and do something reckless from assigning meaning to random events.”

“Right.” You softened against his grip, willing yourself to calm down.

“Let’s talk about something else, then?” He sat you back down, his hands lingering on your shoulders, moving to stand next to you, leaning against the table. You looked up at him as you absentmindedly picked at your thumb nail, not convinced of what he had tried to tell you but unwilling to argue about it.

But even though he suggested speaking about something different, he didn’t start up a new conversation. You sat in a tense silence before you spoke up.

“It’s weird.” The words escaped from your mouth. You cleared your throat, blinking a few times before trying again. “Having you here, I mean. My professor is in my apartment.”

He didn’t respond, obviously waiting for you to continue.

“I mean, I’ve thought about it before but it never seemed right-“

“You’ve thought about me in your apartment?”

“I-” You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “Yeah, I have.”

For all the ways that you found to dance around topics when talking with him, it felt good to just be open and honest for once. You had nothing to lose, here. You already knew that he reciprocated your desire, that he knew exactly what you wanted from him. For once, you had no shame about admitting to him that you thought about him in that very specific way.

He gave you that wry, knowing smile that he had been throwing your way more and more often lately.

“And what was I doing in your apartment in these… imaginings?”

Quietly, you rose from your seat, trying to hide your nervous swallow by ducking your head against his chest.

“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.”

With a gentle hand, he tipped your chin upwards to look at him.

You hadn’t kissed him since that night in his apartment, too afraid that the same anxiety you’d felt then would overcome you again. That, maybe, you weren’t meant to be kissed or touched after all.

But your kiss this time held none of those overwhelming feelings of dread. Even when Jonathan’s hands moved from your hips to your breasts, similar to how he had previously, all you could feel was the heavy pangs of desire building in your core. You pressed yourself against him, opening your mouth against his and gasping in his air.

His hands moved behind you, sliding down your body to your ass. Like the night of the gala, he lifted you up, but instead of placing you back on the table behind you (which was good because there was no room for you to sit comfortably on it) he began to carry you through your apartment. You wrapped your legs around his middle, keeping your arms around his neck and shoulders to steady yourself as he moved the two of you through your apartment.

Kicking open your bedroom door, he placed you down on your bed, keeping his lips on your own through the entire time. You pulled away from him for a breath, a string of saliva connecting your lips to each other after you parted.

“How did you know where my bedroom was?” Your voice was a whisper, deepened with lust. He kissed you again, quick, before answering.

“Your apartment isn’t that big.” He matched your tone, his voice soft. But you heard the hint of condescension laced through what he said but decided in that moment that you couldn’t care less. You would let him be condescending for the rest of your life if it meant you were able to keep his lips and hands on you like this.

His fingers danced around the hem of your jeans, toying with the button before undoing it swiftly. He didn’t ask you if you were okay with this, but it was another thing you brushed aside in favor of keeping his hands on you. Lifting your hips to aid him, he rolled the fabric down yours legs, moving with it to kneel at your feet. With your jeans tossed aside you were vulnerable to his hungry gaze, practically ravenous as his eyes swept up your bare legs to your underwear, to where your fingers fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you looked down, meeting his eyes as you did. Silently, you observed how he held your right leg in his hands, gazing up at you with such reverence that you should’ve had a halo. His own eyes were shrouded in darkness, only a few streams of light from the street coming in through the window. It was barely enough to illuminate the room, let alone show you all the small expressions that flitted across his face at any given moment. He was very good at hiding them, but you were becoming very good at reading them.

Still, you wished in that moment, more than any other moment you’d had before, that you could read his mind. Learn the truth for his behavior after the gala- because you still didn’t quite believe his story about being embarrassed. Find out what he wanted from you- was he going to fuck you right now and then ignore you for the rest of the semester? Was he going to string you along until summer and then leave you stranded? Or did he plan on actually romancing you, did he actually care about you? Was this just a physical attraction or did he like you?

His soft voice from between your legs broke you out of your downward spiral or uncertainty. You blinked down at him, shifting from the sudden pressure of his gaze.

“What are you thinking about?”

You debated whether you should tell him the truth or not. But you decided to bite the bullet and ask him, even though it might ruin the moment and make him leave.

“If I let you do… this with me, what happens next?”

He cocked his head to the side, like he didn’t know exactly what you were talking about. You sighed, resisting the urge to cross your legs, to block him out with your insecurities.

“Are you going to ignore me after you get what you want?”

“And what is it that you think I want?”

You paused, furrowing your eyebrows. He was kneeling between your naked legs, surely he meant to get lucky, or some variation of a similar vulgar expression?

“I didn’t come here to fuck you. You’ve had a stressful, scary night,” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, slowly traveling upwards until he reached your underwear, to the crease where your legs met your torso. “Let me help you forget.”

You think you forgot to respond.

If you did, it was probably incomprehensible because your sole intent was now watching as he hooked his fingers underneath the elastic of your underwear, as he began slowly dragging the fabric down your thighs, over your knees, and finally off of your body. They were tossed in the same direction as your jeans had been and were almost immediately forgotten about by both of you.

You stared at your discarded clothes, trying to ignore your racing heart, trying to hope it wasn’t loud enough that he could hear it, that it wasn’t so powerful that he could feel the reverberations against his fingertips on your hips.

With a gentle push, he spread your legs, and when you looked down you saw him smirking up at you, the blue of his eyes a thin ring around his pupil.

“I’ll help you forget.”

You started to respond but were cut off with a sharp gasp that escaped from your mouth as he licked a thin stripe up your cunt, his tongue hot against you. He tapped the muscle against your clit before he began eating you out in earnest, his mouth seemingly desperate to devour your essence whole.

Broken noises were leaving your mouth without you even realizing it, your chest heaving with how quickly you were gasping and trying to breath amidst the barrage of sensations- new sensations- that you were experiencing. Maybe you’d had a tangle or two in years past, but quick, meaningless fucks were nothing compared to this.

With each new pass over your clit, you twitched, your legs instinctively trying to close around his head. But he held your thighs apart with his hands, his grip strong enough that you knew you’d have bruises coloring your skin in the morning.

Holding you open for him, not allowing you to hide yourself.

Then he pressed a finger against your opening- you hadn’t even noticed him moving his hand off of your thigh- barely penetrating you, toying with your skin and gathering the combined wetness of your cunt and his mouth on his finger.

“So wet,” He murmured, muffled in between your legs, the vibrations of his voice against you sending a shock of pleasure up your spine. He flicked your clit with his tongue before bringing it into his mouth and sucking. With a cry, you clutched his feather-like hair in your fingers, drawing him closer to your core. His only response was to hum again- resulting in another sharp moan- and ramp up his enthusiasm, his finger back to toying with your entrance.

“Please,” You were cognizant of your babbling, though you’re not sure when your thoughts turned into spoken words. “Please, god, I need-”

You’re not even sure what exactly you were begging for, your mind empty except with thoughts for more, but he seemed to understand what you wanted and surfaced from between your legs for a moment to speak before diving back in, his mouth wet and glistening from his enthusiastic efforts.

“Go on.”

Then, he brought your clit into his mouth and with a final brush of his knuckle against your opening, you gasped, your head thrusting itself backwards against your bed. You were familiar with the sensation of your impending orgasm but this was so much more potent, so much more. With a final shuddering inhale, your body arched in on itself, your cunt clenching around nothing but the whisper of Jonathan’s knuckle inside of you. He continued to lap at your wetness, your oversensitive nerves screaming at you to stop the barrage of stimulation but you couldn’t do anything about it until he pulled away.

Rising from between your legs, he slid up your body until you were met eye to eye. He watched, his face impassive, as you tried to catch your breath, your eyes half-lidded and hazy. When you finally exhaled heavily for the last time, Jonathan captured your lips with his own, the taste of your own cunt overpowering on his lips.

You pulled away from him first, propping yourself back up and looking down his body to where his own arousal was evident.

“Do you want to-”

He took your lips again, effectively shutting you up as he pressed you backwards so you were laying down completely on the bed again, his body perched over yours. Your mind conjured up an image of a predator devouring its prey and a shiver ran through your body. It didn’t even cross your mind that that was the second time that night you’d felt like helpless prey, but for two completely different reasons.

The glittering noise of his belt buckled being undone drifted up to you, and you closed your eyes at the pressure of the head of his cock against your opening, taking a few deep breaths to calm your frantic heartbeat and prepare yourself for what was to come.

“Look at me.”

You opened your eyes and the moment you made eye contact with Jonathan, he began to slowly enter you, his cock splitting you open deliciously. The hand that he had placed beside your head was clenched tightly in the sheet, like it was all he could do to hold himself back from just bottoming out and fucking you ruthlessly. Part of you wished he would.

Quietly, you said his name. He stilled himself, forcing his eyes to focus on your own as they had slowly become more and more unfocused with each inch he sunk into you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice strained and quiet.

“Uh-huh,” You took a deep breath, “But don’t try to hold back for me. I can handle it.”

His hips stuttered, forcing another inch into your body, wrenching a sharp gasp from you. He stopped himself again, his blown out eyes searching your face.

“Are you sure?”

“I can handle it.” You repeated yourself, even though you weren’t actually sure that you could. Already, the tight pressure of his cock in you was overbearing and it wasn’t even fully sheathed inside of you yet.

But he didn’t ask for further clarification before he was pushing further into your wet heat, his lips parting at the all encompassing heat clenching on his length.

His hips flush against your core, he waited for a brief moment for you to adjust before he pulled out and immediately slammed back into you, setting a rough and almost punishing pace.

It was uncomfortable at first and you’re positive it read on your face, your eyebrows scrunched and eyes shut against the pain. But with each thrust into you, something else was added to the pain, a deep seated pleasure that you’d never felt with anyone else before.

Slowly, you began to move your hips along with him, moving up to meet his thrusts halfway. Your eyes slid closed before he delivered a small swat to your thigh, causing them to fly back open.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

He leaned down, and you thought he was going to kiss you but instead he placed his forehead on your own, maintaining eye contact with each thrust. His hand moved under your body to grip you by the back of the neck, lifting you up to gain better leverage on your body as he used you.

“Gonna, fuck, fill you up-” You gasped at the sudden change in his demeanor, clenching slightly at the idea of him finishing inside of you, marking you as his from the inside. He blinked down at you, his eyes darker than you’d ever seen and hungry, even hungrier than when he’d first laid you down. “Is that what you want?”

All you could do was nod and whisper please.

He groaned against your neck as his hips stilled against yours, his cock nestled tightly in you as he came, spilling inside of you. At the warm sensation of his cock inside of your cunt and his wet mouth against your skin you whimpered.

Slowly he pulled out of you, his head still buried in the crook of your neck. You remained laying like that for a minute, catching your breath as you slowly came down from the high his body had created.

As you fell asleep, you could’ve sworn you heard Jonathan moving around in the darkness, but you blamed it on the rain outside your window.

part II

#stbotdi #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #this fic is so hard to tag over here bc not every relationship appears in each chapter lol #my writing #my fic #jonathan crane smut #there yall go

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alyszaen · 2 years ago

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~ "Circle Triangle Square" - changbin x chichi ~

embedding in time: march 2023 word count: 1.1k words summary: changbin needs to know why chichi has been closed off around him warnings: pure angst, swearing, yelling disclaimer: Chichi is an O/C invented by @chiskz who gave me explicit permission to create and post this. a/n: I recommend reading this first. You don't have to, but it makes everything make more sense

Part Two Part Three

Chichi radiated confidence. Her eyes looked like small crescent moons because of the wide grin she was giving Changbin. He sat across from her, seperated by the glass wall in the recording studio. "How did I do? I think this is it!", she was satisfied with the ad-lips she just sang into the microphone. They were recording them for their upcoming album. All of the other members were already done, but with her busy schedule for Troubl3mak3rs, some personal projects and life in general, the oldest only now got the time to record. And who better to create some ad-lips with than Seo "Yooooh" Changbin.

She took of the headphones she was wearing all throughout the process and put them in their designated space. When she looked at the rapper through the see-through wall, he seemed anything but happy. His hands were moving through his hair, pulling it back and out of his face. He seemed stressed, his eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong, Binnie?" Ichi couldn't hear his sigh, but it was obvious that something was bothering him. Were her recordings not as good as she thought?

"Why are you being distant with me?", he didn't look angry at all, instead a hurt expression became clear through his glossy eyes. The girl knew what he was talking about, but she couldn't tell him that. There was no way she could explain why she stayed away from him, so she did the only thing she could think of in this moment; She lied. "What are you talking about?"

He stood up fast, pushing his chair back with so much strength that it got shoved into the dark couch behind him. It would definitely leave a mark on the leather, but that didn't matter to Changbin right now. What mattered, was to find out why his best friend was lying to him right now. "YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" The young mans eyes widened, he didn't mean to yell at her. He knew of her past and the damage it could do, but he was so afraid to loose her, almost intoxicated with that fear, that he lost control of the volume. She didn't even flinch, sure he would never hurt her. Yet he still apologized instantly - ashamed that he shouted at her.

Instead of panicking, Ichi grew furious. She walked towards the door seperating the recording room from all of the mixing-technology and opened it with all her strength. It didn't slam against the frame, because it was secured with rubber, but it still visualized her anger well.

"What the actual fuck, Changbin?" He visibly cringed at the name, not used to being called anything but loving nicknames by her. Tears built up in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. She may trust him with her life, but showing weakness - which crying in front of the members felt like to her - was not something she took lightly. It was almost trivial. Of course they had all seen her with tears on her cheeks, but never like this. Never because she was the one causing someone else pain.

She stepped closer, now directly staring at the muscular man in front of her. "You know I care about you. I'd never want to hurt you. Ever...", towards the end of her sentence her voice grew quiet. Enormous amounts of guilt spread through her entire body. Hurting him was the last thing she wanted to do.

"Then why the hell have you been ignoring me? You say you don't want to hurt me...", before his voice could become more forceful he caught himself, not wanting to get too loud again. His next words were quiet, a mere whisper. Anyone observing would think he was saying something sweet or comforting. His voice was warm and almost soft, "But you have been the cause of most of my pain during the last weeks.", his voice broke, tears pooling in his eyes aswell, "I needed you! I needed my best friend to cheer me up, but she wasn't there...she was the reason why I needed cheering up in the first place."

Chichi couldn't practically feel her heart break into a million tiny pieces at his words. Her bottom lip quivered, her mouth drying up in an instant. Her chest felt heavy, but not in a comfortable way. Instead of feeling heavy with love, it felt heavy with pain. It was like someone filled her chest with thousands of stones and told her to keep moving. Every single breath felt like a burden on her body. She knew she couldn't keep it a secret anymore. It was eating her alive to be the cause of so much pain for him; To be the reason her best friends heart was aching. She was fighting with herself. The girl knew she owed him this honesty, but she was deadly afraid of what would happen once he knew. Ichi didn't think she would survive it if she lost him. Especially not like this.

This was the moment where Park Ichi let go of her restraints for the first time in years. She released all the built up emotions, all the fear and pain and anger that she stored in her body for so long. And with that release she also rid herself of the control for them. Ichi let the tears roll down her cheeks a while ago, her pupils widened in stress. "You want to know, why I've been ignoring you, huh, Changbin?", she took one last step closer, pointing her finger at his chest. With every word she said she got louder and louder. "I was ignoring you, because I can't be close to you anymore. I want to cry because I can't touch you. My heart aches because I just want you to tell me THAT EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE FINE, BUT IT WON'T BE!", she was yelling now. Enraged by her own emotions. "I'M IN MOTHERFUCKING LOVE WITH YOU, YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING IDIOT!"

Chichis eyes widened in shock. She unconsiously threw her hands over her mouth. The tears she was releasing were not from anger or sadness anymore. They were filled with regret. She could never take this back. This would change everything. She probably just destroyed her most dear friendship and there was no way to change that.

And the only thing Changbin did was stare at her...

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father-with-a-kup-of-fruit · 4 months ago

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Kup, you got any advice for a youngling who's about to leave the family nest despite not wanting to but also not wanting to be a burden on her caretakers.

First. Yer not a burden on them. If you bring someone into your home, they ain't a burden, they're a labor of love. All relationships are work. Significantly more with kids that don't know how to 'give' yet. If they ain't kickin' you out, lean on them while you figure everything out. Let 'em help if they offer.

Second. Prioritize when you unpack. Anythin' going to yer kitchen first, then yer bathroom. Then bedroom. And you don't have to unpack the entire room, but make sure there's enough for a full shower, a toothbrush and a roll of toilet paper in there. Make sure you have bowls for yer cereal. Make sure you have cereal. Make sure you've got sheets, a blanket, an' a pillow.

Third. It'll be quiet, or at least noisy in a different way'n yer used to. If you're like me, that quiet'll be heartwrenching. Bring headphones and listen to somethin' happy when yer spark starts to hurt.

Fourth. Make time for your social life. Even if it's just a phone call with someone once a week. Everythin'll get hectic as you figure out what you didn't always know yeh needed. Taking some space to still reach out makes it feel less lonely.

Fifth. Designate an hour or two every day to clean. You don't have to always use the full hour, but go into each room and pick things up before puttin' em right back where you found them at least. Helps you get used to where everything is. Scrub what needs scrubbin'.

Sixth. If you have your own washer, wash yer own laundry the minute you get a full load. I mean put the still-wet towel into the machine after yeh shower. If you DON'T, get a wide basket, not a tall one, and do laundry multiple times a week.

Seventh. Remember what you'll actually eat when you go to the store. Don't pick up veggies just because they're healthy and make you feel good. Don't buy strawberries cause yer brother likes 'em but you prefer blueberries. 9/10, your cashier won't notice what yer buyin. If they do, they won't say much.

Eighth. If you're overwhelmed still, go do somethin' yeh did when you were a kid. Watch an episode of a cartoon. Brush a doll's hair. Make a paper race track for yer stuffed horse- somethin' that helps reset the anxiety.

Have fun, take care of yourself. This is a good time to start settin' boundaries- if there's someone you don't want around, don't give 'em the address. Tell yer parents that you wanna do that yerself, and you don't want them to help and tell anyone because they won't know when yer ready fer guests you don't already see when everything's messy.

And, on that note, messy is not trashed. Let friends come over when it's messy, but don't let it get trashed. Some people get real messed up over that.

#kup #grandpa kup #tf au #tf earthspark #tf multiverse #transformers roleplay #transformers #multiverse #wreckers

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positivelybeastly · 10 months ago

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Do you see x-force as a commentary on unchecked power?

"If I possessed truly unchecked power, you'd know."

So, it's meant to be. The ultimate intention of the series is meant to be a commentary/satire on the CIA and its various cruelties inflicted upon the world in the interests in national security. Beast has been forced into the role of Henry Kissinger, who, while never an actual Director of the CIA, certainly had his role to play in the history of the United States and its defence policies over the last 60 years.

"Kissinger is also associated with controversial U.S. policies, including its bombing of Cambodia, involvement in the 1973 Chilean coup d'état, support for Argentina's military junta in its Dirty War, support for Indonesia in its invasion of East Timor, and support for Pakistan during the Bangladesh Liberation War and Bangladesh genocide.

He was accused of war crimes for the civilian death toll of the policies he pursued, his role in facilitating U.S. support for dictatorial regimes, and willful ignorance towards human rights abuses committed by the United States and its allies."

Taken from Kissinger's Wikipedia page.

(Apologies, by the way, that this particular answer will be text heavy, I refuse to cap X-Force because I just. Don't. Want. To read it again.)

The parallels are pretty obvious - Beast's genocide of Terra Verde, his space prison, his wilful manipulation of X-Force to satisfy what he viewed as the interests of Krakoan national security, to the point where he would weaponise Logan just as the Weapon X programme did . . . these are the comic book equivalents of the United States' various criminal acts against a wide variety of smaller, less powerful countries. They are brighter, louder, flashier, more outwardly grotesque, but they fulfil the exact same role.

Now, here's the problem.

And let's try and follow Ben Percy's narrative logic here, yeah?

Beast has always been evil. Beast himself, Logan, and Domino all express this exact sentiment. It was only when he possessed true carte blanche that he revealed this evil, because if he had done so beforehand, then he would have been cast out or killed by his fellow heroic X-Men. That's safe to say, right?

Now.

Hank has, in the past, been given cosmic power by the Black Mirror, and promptly used it to try and find out how to fix the damage that he had done to the space-time continuum by bringing the Original 5 X-Men to the present.

When he realised there was no easy way to fix it, not even with his cosmic power, he ran away SCREAMING that it was all his fault, and when we next see him, he is depressed, he is brought low, his fucking speech bubbles are tiny because he's so shaken and mortified by what he's done.

But let's ignore that. Because Ben Percy did.

When Beast makes his departure from X-Force, Sage takes over, and promises to run X-Force more efficiently, with more oversight, with more transparency. She promises to be what Beast wasn't.

So far, so good, right? That's a pretty clear narrative.

. . . Hey, uhhh, where was X-Force when the Hellfire Gala went down?

Oh, they weren't there?

The intelligence agency, the force designed to combat external threats and shut them down with extreme prejudice, just - straight up completely missed the biggest threat imaginable to their country, and they just. Fucked up, completely?

Hmmm.

They were infiltrated from within, by an observer sent by the Quiet Council, who was meant to provide oversight? An observer that Beast had previously identified as a threat, and didn't want anywhere near a position of power, albeit for xenophobic reasons?

An observer who, when they went into the far off future to navel gaze at Nimrod Beast's evil future, broke the control over him - and didn't tell anyone that he had been being controlled for the past, like, year? Who was acting strangely, and no-one followed up on it?

Hmmm.

Like, here's the thing - I don't think Ben Percy necessarily wants us to think that Beast was a better leader of X-Force than Sage. He's portrayed as a brow beating, emotionally abusive, manipulative, oily voiced, condescending asshole who keeps biting off more than he can chew . . . BUT.

It's only when he's gone that both Krakoa falls, and that X-Force is completely double fucked by a person who wouldn't be there if Beast was still there? Like . . . have I said anything incorrect here?

Ladies, gentlemen, individuals who fall outside or along the gender spectrum in various places . . . this is what's described as bad theming, and inadequate plotting.

By running these two plots in parallel, and having them happen like this, Ben Percy has accidentally implied that the corrupt, evil asshole leader of X-Force was the one actually keeping Krakoa safe, and the good, transparent leader of X-Force managed to fuck things up immediately.

That's not what the story wants you to think! It wants you to view Sage and co. as the heroes of the story, explicitly, they are the good guys. But. Through lack of care, and lack of thought, that's what's been accidentally implied.

Now, maybe that's just me being facetious, and you know what, it probably is. That's a minor quibble, you can't really blame Ben Percy for that, Gerry Duggan and the X-office say that the Hellfire Gala happens this way, and Ben Percy has to say, sure. It's unfortunate timing, but Sage did not cause the Hellfire Gala to happen, that's ridiculous.

However.

I have to remind you all, as I so often do, that the entirety of X-Force knew that Beast had killed Terra Verde, used the bodies of its ambassadors as puppets; had an evil space prison built using siphoned Krakoan funds; had attacked Piotr Rasputin's reputation, publicly humiliated him; they knew that he was not to be trusted, and they knew that he was a bad, bad, bad man.

Yeah? That's established?

. . . Why did they keep working for him?

Why was it that the buck apparently stopped at mind controlling Logan? THAT was the point where you draw the line, huh? The evil Mengele space prison, THAT YOU KNEW ABOUT, that you dragged Beast from in chains, warranted the fucking silent treatment, like you're a bunch of fucking children, but the instant something happens to Logan, suddenly he's got to go?

That's some real moral myopia you guys got going on, there!

That means you were all okay with everything he was doing before! You could have stopped working with X-Force, you could have just killed Beast, over and over and over, you could have protested to the Quiet Council, you could have done anything - but you just kept turning up to work! You kept doing the dirt!

Why?

. . . Oh, sorry, there's, uh, no real answer here. There are no character arcs for people in X-Force. It's just, Beast is evil, Logan is the grizzled hero, and everyone else is here, I guess.

Like, there's some real weak political commentary going on with Logan vs. the Quiet Council, where he's like, BLUUUUH KRAKOA'S A COUNTRY CLUB, BUUUUH I DON'T LIKE HOW YOU DO THINGS, but, like, it's just so without any kind of substance! It's acting like Wolverine wasn't ALSO fine with everything Beast was doing up until it affected him!

You can't have clear cut heroes and villains in a narrative like this. Everyone on X-Force, without exception, is a horrible person willing to do horrible things in the interests of national security, and they have been SHOWN to be FINE with whatever Beast wanted to do, but because they are NOT Beast, they're heroes.

This is what's known as the 'bad cop' narrative. One bad apple spoils the bunch, you know the saying - not all cops are bad, if you could just get rid of the bad ones, it'd be fine!

Except that it's not a case of good cops and bad cops, is it? It's a case of a cop culture that breeds corruptive power. It's a case of good cops being punished for calling out corruption, being put in mental institutions, left to die in combat situations. And it's the same with black ops teams. It's the same with intelligence agencies. There are no heroes on these teams, because it's not POSSIBLE to be a hero on these teams.

But Ben Percy seems to think that there can be. That X-Force would have been fine if Beast wasn't on the team from the start, that black ops teams full of murderers are completely fine so long as they're guided by the right person.

The instant he started prattling on about good and evil in this narrative, if it was ever meant to be a commentary on unchecked power, it lost all of its potency. Power and its relation to Beast becomes almost pointless if he's just evil - he just becomes a villain waiting for his chance, and it makes all the heroes look like morons for continuing to give him power and not take any of it away.

The only way this narrative works is if Beast was a good person to start with, and he had to start making moral compromises, he had to start cutting out his soul to save Krakoa, he had to - except, that's not how Ben Percy believes Beast is. He has told us so, repeatedly, both in and out of narrative.

What's the actual moral of the story in X-Force?

Is it that power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely? Well, Beast was apparently always corrupt, and Sage apparently is a hero despite letting him do whatever the fuck he wanted, sooo. No?

Is it that intelligence agencies are intrinsically cruel and horrible apparatuses that allow states to harm innocents in the interests of national security? Well, this intelligence agency is full of heroes who pretty much never do anything morally bankrupt, who constantly push back against their evil overseer but don't really challenge him, so, I guess intelligence agencies are fine, actually, so long as the people are good.

Is it that nation building is a bloody process that requires moral sacrifice, and that everyone involved in the founding of a nation has some degree of blood on their hands? Maybe? Iunno.

How often do the Quiet Council actually appear in X-Force and Wolverine? Maybe two, three times? Are they to blame for what happens? I guess, since they give Beast carte blanche, but X-Force sure don't do a lot to push back against that, do they? For a character that allegedly is protecting Beast from these consequences, we never see Xavier interact with Beast, do we?

X-Force is a political commentary with messy, lazy politics, that believes that black ops teams are fine so long as the people running them are good people.

X-Force is a story of good and evil with very little actual moral nuance, and not much to actually, truly say about Krakoa, other than, it can be bad sometimes and Logan doesn't like it.

X-Force is an intelligence agency without any actual intelligence. Every character in it is unobservant, wilfully ignorant, lazy, short-sighted, easily manipulated despite being outwardly cynical, and have not once, in nearly 50 issues, executed a plan that I looked at and thought, you know what, I would never have thought of that, that was really smart.

X-Force is a group of morons who can't kill a fat blue man who bounces a lot, because he's just too smart and capable for them, even though he's also evil and arrogant and stupid and constantly overplays his hand.

X-Force is so stupid that they brought back a clone of their previous Director to fight the current version of him, left said clone in a room that he had the access codes to open with a guard that was talked to sleep with embarrassing ease, and then left their control centre unguarded, despite it having been broken into that very same day by this very same man, so that he could look through their files and leave.

X-Force is fucking dumb.

If it's a commentary on anything, it's that Ben Percy can't write smart narratives to save his goddamn fucking life.

He should stick to short Wolverine stories and body horror, because politics, spy thrillers, satisfying character narratives, theming?

These fucking escape him.

I have no professional respect for the man.

He's probably a nice enough guy if you talk to him in real life.

But, you wanna know a secret? I've never paid a penny for a single issue of X-Force, it's all pirated. All these caps I used? Pirate sources.

I'd walk up to his face and tell him so.

Because I find his work to be a complete waste of time, energy, good art, paper, downloaded megabits, and space. It's a complete wash.

Unless Hank gay kisses Wonder Man in the next two issues.

That'd make it worthwhile, I s'pose.

#vinial453 #verse: each of us is a nest of lies #outofmuffins

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 months ago

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SWORDTEMBER '24, DAY 26: TAVERN

Item ID: RH-2426 Item Name: Galdric’s Taphouse 1st Place Trophy Sword Category: B-2 Origin Point: Telloran, Katal Owner: Naomi Tellorvoso (C), Galdric Faeman Description: A decorative item, styled after an Earthen longsword. The blade itself is 80 cm long and crafted of mid-grade steel. No part of the edge is sharpened, but the point is still capable of piercing unprotected individuals. In place of a fuller, there is a raised section, painted gold, with writing engraved on it: 1st Place Winner Of Trivia Night #26. Three gems adorn the guard (left, center, and right), the different colors representing the three main specialty drinks at The Arched Counter. The hilt is roughly 18 cm long, and is falsely attached to the tang of the blade. It attaches via a screwing motion, and when removed, the hilt’s hollow inside is designed to be used as a flask. Due to this, the overall structure is not sound, and is not intended to be used in actual combat. Supervisor’s Notes: Since a few friends at the office wanted to officially meet Naomi, I figured we’d go out to one of her favorite bars, an old-school place called The Arched Counter. We happened to show up on trivia night… and apparently a team consisting of a Sword Nerd and veteran FPA employees does really, really good at weapon based trivia. Naomi and I got to bring the trophy home, but I promised the others I’d bring it in to show it off. Shame it absolutely smells like a pub… Hopefully we can get the scent out eventually.

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“So, Boss… you and your gal have been together for what, a year now?” Waelin asks, clapping a big hand on Cynthia’s back. The Kha’xan is one of the more senior employees at the FPA, having already worked there for two decades when Cynthia first arrived. They’re an exceptionally dedicated worker, and fiercely protective of younger colleagues, having taken her under their wing while she adjusted to her job. That resulted in a friendship that can never be broken (such is the Kha’xai way, naturally).

“Yeah! We just had our anniversary dinner last week. By the Ancients, I can’t believe I haven’t shown you the photos yet!” Cynthia says, her eyes going wide, immediately pulling out her phone. The mere mention of Naomi had put a twinkle in her eyes, but now she’s full on grinning. Excitement radiates from her as she pulls up photos to share. “We each planned a surprise outing for each other- surprise as in we didn’t know what was planned, but we knew there was something planned- and then had a big night at home together. You should have seen the art gallery she took me to! No photos allowed, unfortunately, but we did pick up a few prints. I’ll have to show you those next time you come over. Let me see if I can-”

Across the way, Xerro is attempting to have a conversation with Naomi. The key word here is “attempting”, as the woman is currently getting distracted by the sight of her girlfriend enthusiastically explaining the in depth recreation of outer spiral early civilization cooking techniques featured at the interactive portion of the art installation. In other words, Naomi is forever adoring her incredible nerdy girlfriend. To the point of getting distracted mid conversation. Again. At least Xerro is amused, offering a hearty chuckle that finally gets Naomi to look back over at him.“I’m glad you two found each other. To think it all started with the FPA deciding to confiscate a tree!” Xerro said, with a toothy grin. The sound of his voice carries, the man excited enough to overcome his normally quiet demeanor, and Cynthia looks up and over at the sound. She waves, giving a sweet smile that once more causes Naomi’s mind to go completely and utterly blank. A moment passes before Xerro laughs again, this time much softer, and leans over to ask a coworker a simple question. “How much do you want to bet they’ll be married by the end of the year?”

#yes I am finishing these #rbswordtember #swordtember #swordtember 2024

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sweet-star-cookie · 10 months ago

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tell me about perseus and orion!

Sure :D I've discussed them a little bit in the posts about the zodiac companions, but I can elaborate more on their personalities and dynamic with each other specifically here. Also I'm working on Orion's updated design sheet literally right now so you get a sneak peek at some new art that I'll be posting soon haha! Percy's reference is also currently an amalgam of art from various years, but it's good enough for now.

Perseus - The Hero(’s Monster)

Cursed with a paralyzing stare and monstrous appearance from his constellation's prior lineage of monster killing, Perseus is prone to hiding himself from others. He may share a name with the famous hero, but longs for a truly heroic path of his own instead. Though he can't actually turn anyone to stone with his gaze like the legendary Medusa, his aversion to eye contact is a byproduct of others fearing that he could. If caught off guard or near someone who has never seen him before, he will specifically hide his eyes if he can't hide the rest of himself in that moment, usually using his shield to do so. He'll then warn them not to look at him, assuming they will scream and run away if they did (and many have before). His prowess in combat is largely out of necessity for his own survival, though he does refine this skill later with Aries. Despite his ability to think and speak like any other sapient being on the Astral Plane, many still consider him to be a monster like Cetus or the previous incarnation of Hydra, and thus any particularly zealous "hero" would try to hunt him down. Even his own brother, Hercules, would use this as leverage to stage fights to "defeat" him in front of others. And, inevitably, these fights would hurt a lot of those people too. Hercules would always convince his brother that it was for the greater good, but Percy was always the one between them who ended up hurt in the end too, physically and mentally.

Perseus tried to be the hero he always wanted to be, someone who kept others safe and protected during an actual monster attack, but was ultimately betrayed. He lost part of his right horn from a blade swing intended for his neck, as the wielder assumed that Perseus was the monster that was attacking instead. Hercules claimed to "save" him by moving him in time, despite putting him in that situation in the first place. After that, Perseus gave up on his heroic desire and leaned into his monsterhood as much as possible to ward everyone off for good, and started lurking around Aries's arena. Despite being in a spirit world already, many believed that the arena was "haunted" by something, as most who dared to venture in were met with Percy's sharp teeth and glowing eyes. He is also capable of a wide range of growls, screeches and roars that echo through the hallways and shake the arena's walls. It wasn't until Aries defeated him in battle and learned of his plight that the ram decided to take Percy under his wing and train him as his own.

Because of his reclusive tendencies, getting Percy to socialize is quite the task at first. Even after he gains friends, some of that awkwardness remains, but most find it charming more than anything. He doesn't understand idioms or slang very well, thus confusing him when taking the phrase literally. For example, if you described something as "cool" he might tilt his head and say "I'm not cold, are you?"

Though often nervous and quiet, Percy is actually very sweet when you get to know him. His life has been pretty insular up to this point, albeit not by his choice, but despite everything he still possesses a young curiosity about the world. He has to do much to combat his low self-esteem, but he gets help with that along the way.

Orion - The Hunter

Once a notorious name, Orion lived up to his title's legacy as a ruthless hunter of the creatures of the Astral Plane, alongside his dogs Canis Major and Canis Minor (I don't have any art for them yet, sorry ^^')

They become loyal to him through their shared love of the thrill of the hunt, but with one caveat. Rangifer (The Reindeer) warns Orion that, should his hubris continue to go unchecked, the loyalty of his dogs will waver. And should they ever turn on each other, they will be turned to stone. Of course, Orion ignores this warning and vows to kill Rangifer to prove it, as he is one of Orion's stronger and more elusive targets.

The art you see here is Orion's current appearance, but he was fully human initially. While he was successful in killing Rangifer in the end, the deer cursed him with his current appearance as one final act of revenge. Though Orion is blind and cannot see himself, he can feel the transformation as it occurs, and he starts to piece together what's about to happen as he feels the antlers on his head.

As Rangifer warned, Orion's dogs turn on him, thinking he is now the prey they must hunt. They claw and bite him like they would any other catch, but soon turn to fighting each other over the kill. True to Rangifer's warning once again, they are then turned to stone. This experience teaches Orion the fear of his prey, and also how much he relied on his dogs to hunt at all.

Given his notoriety, Orion became a target of Hercules. Though with malicious intentions of his own, Hercules wished to use Orion as yet another way to falsely position himself as the "hero" who defeated him. Orion is rescued in time by Taurus, another target of Hercules, and they escape.

Orion isn't exactly grateful for his rescue, however, now seeing himself as bereft of any purpose at all. He stays in his prison cell on his own volition. Unfortunately, he is also one of the spirits that gets corrupted by Void magic and falls to Earth, and while corrupted he reverts back to his ruthless hunting instinct, seeing no other way while stranded in a foreign place. But, with Cassie's (and later Taurus's) kindness, Orion slowly starts to see a new path forward. He is then able to find ways to use his hunting skills for tracking rather than killing, and adopts a gentler and more peaceful attitude.

Eventually, Perseus and Orion meet via being companions to Aries and Taurus respectively, and they quickly bond over their shared desire for redemption and new purpose. Since Orion is blind, a lot of Perseus's appearance-based insecurities are largely negated when around him. Orion, already much further along in his journey to self-actualization, has much confidence that Percy can do the same and helps to guide him. He is a calming presence in contrast to Percy's more anxious demeanour.

#thanks for the ask :D #asks #tabsters #my art #my OCs #Perseus #Orion #Starglass Zodiac #SGZ #long post

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tonguetiedraven · 2 years ago

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Bon and Rin getting sent on an overnight mission but the inn keeper assumes and treats them like they’re a couple (similar to Rin and yukio during the Aomori arc, except they actually do want to be a couple lol). The boys get progressively more flustered until they finally make use of the inn keepers hospitality

Fantastic @marble-wolf helped me with this one ^^

It's set in the fall/winter semester of their second year, though I don't think that really comes in. There's a sprained wrist, and I'm only posting part of it here. The link to the full story is at the bottom :D

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"A mission with Suguro!"

Rin had repeated the cheerful words like one of their mantras and Rin couldn't help the excited bounce that made his sword smack him and his boots kick up dirt. But he was excited.

His first real solo mission with Ryuuji. Completely alone. Nobody lingering around and judging them. Nobody bossing them around. This was all on Rin and Ryuuji.

The cloudy sky and cool breeze wasn't even a deterrent for his overexcited prance (he enjoyed the breeze) and he was reaching out to shake Ryuuji's arm.

"A mission with Suguro!" He sang again.

Ryuuji was trying not to laugh, and he wasn’t even sure why. Rin was always ridiculous, and had been since Ryuuji had stopped thinking he was just another rich asshole, but it wasn’t an annoying kind of ridiculousness. (At least not most of the time.) No, it was one Ryuuji found endlessly charming and amusing, and one that made him laugh far too much.

He gave Rin a light shove, just enough to send him slightly off the path, but not far enough that he couldn’t catch Rin if his clumsy self tripped.

“It’s not like we’ve never done a mission together.” They’d done far more together than apart. “What’s got ya all excited about this one?”

They weren’t even entirely sure what they were looking for, so it couldn’t be the demon.

Rin twisted on his heel and beckoned to the path behind them.

"Look! No Yukio! No Shura! No Light!" Rin listed off the names of their most helicopter mission overseers.

He turned back to the correct direction and lifted his tail in a wide wag and hopped over a couple cracks and scattered leaves.

"We're indestructible!" Rin cheered.

“You maybe,” Ryuuji mumbled, trying to think of what Rin might have actually meant, because that didn’t make a lot of sense.

Inde… hmm… indecisive—oh!

“Independent.” Ryuuji said, rolling his eyes a little but smiling anyway. Rin’s energy was irresistible. (A lot of Rin was annoyingly irresistible.)

But Rin was right. They were independent. No one to tell them how to do anything or when to do anything. Just the two of them figuring it out.

“We still gotta follow protocols, but yeah. Just us.” And the way that immediately made Ryuuji’s cheeks go a little warm was not welcome. Not when they were going to be spending so much time together.

"Independent." Rin repeated, smiling at Ryuuji's gentle correction. "You always follow protocol. You keep Light from breaking protocol, so we're gonna be fine." Rin encouraged him.

Ryuuji's cheeks had gone a bit pink and Rin could imagine several instances that could be running through Ryuuji's head where Lewin (and even Shima) did not follow protocol and the aftermath of those times.

They were almost to the ryokan they would be staying in. It was a quaint, quiet ryokan, painted with rich reds with deep darker shades of wood. It wasn't bad despite the Order paying for it.

But it was a little jarring. The silence was "peaceful" but Rin had found peace in the sheer amount of noise in Torako's ryokan. Rin gawked at the designs carved into the wood and his head was tilting back, causing his hair to slip further out of the hair clip that had been abused by his jumping around.

It wasn’t as big as Torako’s Ryokan, but clearly well cared for and there was a bit of protective magic around it — Ryuuji hadn’t seen a ryokan without protective magic — but more important for their current circumstances, he didn’t see any obvious sign of demonic activity. Nothing scratched, no evidence of rot, no shadows that didn’t belong…

Ryuuji stepped forward and toed off his shoes, leaving them in the shelf just inside the door. The scent of tatami filled his lungs as he stepped properly inside, and that with the scent of wood and tea had a small bit of homesick welling in his chest. It was almost exactly what home smelled like.

“Okami? Ma’am?” Ryuuji called, not seeing the manager at the desk. He motioned for Rin to follow him, carefully unwinding his prayer beads and wrapping them between his fingers instead.

Rin followed after freeing his feet from his boots. He stayed close to Ryuuji, nearly pressed to his side as they stepped closer to the vacant desk.

They hadn't experienced it yet, but Rin had heard stories of entire ryokan's becoming possessed and exorcists getting attacked so he couldn't blame Ryuuji for the preparation to have his beads.

Rin could hear slow steps coming from behind one of the sliding doors and he swallowed the urge to growl. He couldn't sense anything malicious.

The woman was old and walked slowly, and she appeared to be completely harmlessly human who seemed content and she gave them a polite smile.

“Guests,” she greeted, bowing at the waist respectfully. “I’m sorry I was late to greet you. Please, come inside.”

Ryuuji returned the bow and took two pairs of the slippers, passing one to Rin before going forward to the front desk.

“I’m Ryuuji Suguro, ma’am, and this is my partner Rin Okumura.” He waited for Rin to join his side and gave the okami a smile. “We’re form the Order of the True Cross.”

Her expression immediately morphed into surprise as she looked between them, and then crumpled a little in intense relief.

“True Cross?” She asked, voice wavering a little. “You’re the Exorcists?”

Ryuuji shared a glance with Rin. “Yes, ma’am.”

Rin echoed Ryuuji, standing taller and right next to Ryuuji to appear professional. (As if he hadn't bounced his way down the path.)

"We can fix any demon problem you got!" Rin said with a smile and a polite bow.

The Okami bowed again. “Oh thank you.”

Ryuuji felt a twist of worry in his gut. They didn’t know much about the demon, the file had been thin and just mentioned a few vague sort of haunts and the mention of ghostly apparitions, but that could be anything or even imagined. Nothing even mildly unique or definitive.

“Here,” she hurried before Ryuuji could say anything else. “I’ve already got your rooms—” She paused and looked up at them again.

“I’ve got your room.” She said with a nod. “Here,” she reached under the desk and pulled out a box of keys. She took one out of it and set it on the desk. Two matching yukata followed, deep red with gold and blue flowers. “These are yours, and you will have complete access to the ryokan and baths.”

“Thank you, okami.” Ryuuji pulled the items a little closer, a bit confused why they’d only been given one room, but this was True Cross and it was always cheap as hell.

“Could you tell us where the demonic activity is occurring?”

“The ryokan and baths.”

“The entire place?” Ryuuji asked, hoping for anything but a yes.

“Yes.” She answered, and Ryuuji felt a little twitch of pain in his head. That was hardly helpful at all.

She continued with a, “only at night though.”

Rin barely held back the urge to groan at the vague words and knew that they were going to spend a lot of time wandering around. He couldn't sense anything malicious so surely the demon wasn't particularly dangerous. But Ryuuji would stress himself out with however long it takes to find the demon.

"Okay. We will check it out for you. Thank you, Okami." Rin said with another bow.

Ryuuji pulled the items off the counter, passing one of the yukata to Rin and frowning a little.

“Thank you, ma’am. We’ll take care of —”

“We have the banner system, but I’ll make sure you’re not disturbed.”

Why would that matter—oh! They weren’t the only ones here. Ryuuji shared another look with Rin. They’d have to watch out for that.

“Thank you,” Ryuuji said again and stepped back, reaching for Rin’s arm and gently pulling him along. They’d need to set up their work station and lay a few basic wards around the place to see if they could track anything or at least figure out a kingdom.

“This way,” the Okami hummed, looking decidedly happier. She eyed the hand Ryuuji had on Rin’s arm, and he almost dropped it but he let it linger for a moment longer, because he tried and never let looks dictate what he did. They were rarely encouraging and almost always controlling, and he didn’t know enough about this okami to know one way or another.

They were led down the hall and towards a room nicely tucked away with an opening to the garden. It wasn’t particularly bed — none of the rooms looked to be particularly big (and Ryuuji couldn’t help but compare it to his mother’s, and he was going to suggest any innovative ideas he saw. He didn’t want to take it over, but he wanted to help.)

The separate futons had been traded for a single large one, and there was a basket of amenities and toiletries by the futon.

It reminded him of their couple rooms.

The Okami was backing up and sliding the door shut before Ryuuji could turn around and ask.

Rin stopped at the entrance, slipping off the slippers before walking further in. He propped his hands on his hips and considered the one bed.

(That was going to be a problem… wouldn't it?)

"Damn, this place didn't sound busy. Ya think this is all they had?" Rin asked before shrugging and moving to sit down on the futon. It was comfortable at least.

Ryuuji did not think this was all they had. He was fairly certain it had been a deliberate choice, if not a strange one. His mother only gave this sort of room out for couples that requested it.

He’d simply sleep on the floor. The tatami mat was enough for him. Rin could have the bed and he’d take one of the pillows and his coat. Or maybe request a second blanket.

“Maybe she wanted to make sure we could work together or something. Or didn’t want to waste resources on us.”

But no, that didn’t make sense either since she’d said they had access to everything.

Ryuuji set his bags down with a shrug. “We can set up our operations here either way. Maybe get something to eat after we set up the wards?” They’d need the energy for the night and he’d need the nutrients back after casting all those spells.

"Sounds fine with me!" Rin would just… offer to share the bed. Neither of them could afford a bad sleep while on a mission. Too much at stake.

"I can't sense anything really bad and nobody has died, right?" Rin said before standing back up to help Ryuuji with the bags.

“No. There weren’t any reported deaths.” Ryuuji pulled the ‘report’ out of the bag as he straightened. It was the smallest one he’d ever been given. It had mentioned moving objects, broken objects, strange sounds, and bad luck.

It could be any of a number of things. The information didn’t really narrow it down at all. Half of it could be explained away simply because the building was old.

“Honestly, I don’t have any idea what it is. It could be anything. Or nothing. There hasn’t been a real sighting of anything.” He shook his head.

“We’ve got nothing. We’re going to have to gather the intel and just… wait.”

"Great. Waiting is my favorite!" Rin sarcastically said, peeking at the pitiful report.

He could hear the sound of trees blowing in the breeze and the tap of slippers on wood. The cool air wasn't rotten so definitely not Astaroth Kin.

"We can walk around after we eat." Rin suggested. He wouldn't just wait unless he seriously had to. (He was bad at waiting.)

Ryuuji snorted and put the useless report away. Then he paused in consideration. “Do you think we should change to not stand out?” It could be some kind of cloaking or intelligent demon. They had no information on it.

(But also the idea of wearing a matching yukata to Rin was making him blush a little. Not that he’d really stopped blushing.)

Rin looked down at his uniform, compulsively brushing a hand down the front. "Probably."

The black coated uniform stood out with the shining Order emblem and it was recognizable for what it meant. That didn't matter for mindless demons but the intelligent ones (most demons were surprisingly intelligent) knew with just a glance.

“We don’t want to stand out to the guests either.”

Ryuuji shrugged his coat off, pulling his spare beads and sachet out. He wouldn’t need anything else. Rin would handle the offense and Ryuuji didn’t need more than this for their defense. Besides, the goal was just to get information. At least for now. They weren’t going to fight what they didn’t know. Ryuuji was not letting them get anything like a bad report for this exorcism.

He moved to take off his shirt and paused before deciding to hell with it and just shrugging that off as well, neatly folding them and setting them aside to join the rest of his clothing.

The yukata was soft, if not warm, and had a pocket, so he hid the sachet and spare beads in there along with the key. (He trusted Rin, but not with a room key. His friend would lose that in a second.)

Rin followed Ryuuji's lead ( not staring at Ryuuji's warm and smooth looking skin and damn Rin just wanted to… nope, nevermind) stripping off the damning evidence that they were exorcists and picked up his own yukata with a happy, "oh!" He tossed his clothes aside in a clump.

"I like this one." Rin said as he wrapped himself up in it. His tail poked out the bottom and he reluctantly wrapped it around himself. He liked how Ryuuji looked in the thin red material but he couldn't exactly say that and he really shouldn't stare and, shit, he was planning on sharing a bed with Ryuuji and this would be a problem. "These are nice."

“My ma has all different colors and designs. I should let her know —” Ryuuji cut himself off before he could say this Ryokan matches couples. He was entirely sure that’s what she’d done (Nirvana did it ever look like she had) but he wasn’t going to say it one way or another when it was Rin he was partnered with.

“You need anything?” he motioned towards their supplies and hoped Rin didn’t ask for clarification. He tried not to stare too much at just how much of Rin’s neck and collar were now visible. He’d managed to avoid looking when Rin was pulling it on, but he hadn’t expected the outfit itself to look like that. (Good and thin enough to show off Rin’s natural form.)

Rin laughed at the mention of Ryuuji's mother and flapped a hand. "I'm trying to not be biased about my favorite ryokan. And no, I don't need anything. I've got everything I need!"

Rin spread his empty hands and beckoned to himself as if he was fully decked out with weapons.

"I wonder what's for food!" Rin cheerfully said as he adjusted his tail around his middle.

Ryuuji could feel himself getting ready to rattle off a list of possibilities that his mom served and managed to stop himself. He was not going to spend this entire trip rattling off facts and gushing about home.

They’d find dinner and set everything up. He’d figure out the bed problem later.

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The full story can be found here!

#bonrin #ao no exorcist #bon x rin #blue exorcist #ryuuji suguro #rin okumura #ryuji suguro #bon suguro #ane #aoe #aoex #bonxrin #bonfire

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