#I don't think I've ever seen a mouth gem like that before

[akwolfgrl]

Promise day 4

Zoro watched as they drew near to the Braite, the moon dipping below the horizon; the sun just started to peek out. He hadn't seen Sanji in a few months. He was busy trying to save enough money to buy new earrings. They were gold and dangle like his own, but they had a heart made from a blue gem. They caught the light just right and sparkled in a way that reminded Zoro of the shining across the sea. When he first saw them, he had to have them. They looked just like his mate's eyes. 

Johnny came to sit beside him yawning, it was still early. They sailed through the night. The Baratie would be getting ready for the day soon, Zoro was going to find Zeff and ask for Sanji's hand in marriage, he thought it was old fashioned but Curly loved romantic shit. Besides, the old geezer would kill him if he didn't. 

“Wow, is that what I think it is?” Johnny asked him, pointing at the weird fish shaped restaurant, and Sanji had told him about Zeffs chicken figurehead from back when he was a pirate. The old geezer had questionable taste when it came to the shapes of boats. “Man, I've heard of this place! The food is supposed to be to die for! There's always a good fight to see, and rumor has it there is a pretty blond omega who works there,” He felt Yosaku join them. “People saw he looks like an angel,”

“All ture, the pretty blonde's my mate,” Zoro proudly bragged. He wasn't jealous of other men looking. They had no chance. Women on the hand were a different story. 

“Wait, you have a mate?” Yosaku asked, shocked for some reason. 

“No fucking duh, the marks right thire,” Zoro pointed to the back of his neck, right where Sanji could always protect him. 

“Wow would ya look at that!”

“Way to go bro!”

Zoro spotted a blonde head out on the deck, most likely smoking a cigarette and having black tea watching the sun rise. Zoro couldn't wait anymore. He patted his haramaki, making sure the jewelry box was tucked away safely. Zoro stood up and jumped out of their small boat.

“Zoro!” 

“What are you doing?”

“I'm swimming to Sanji!” Their boat was going too slow, and he couldn't wait any longer, Zoro swam towards his omega, his Sanji. His heart was pounding in his chest at the thought of holding the blond in his arms once again. 

When he got to the deck, Sanji was waiting for him, his hair aglow in the early morning light. Zoro understood why people would compare Sanji to an angel…if they never met him. 

“Marmio? It's about damn time you made your way back here,” Sanji smirked. “Maybe you should stay in the water a little longer, I'll bring you some soap, and you can wash your smelly ass,” Sanji's smoke hearts betrayed how happy he was to see him. 

“See if I ever come for a visit again if you're gonna be like that,” Zoro huffed before climbing out of the water. 

“The old geezer would be happy,” 

“Well that's too damn bad for him,” Zoro grinned and scooped Sanji into his arms and spun him around. 

The blonde laughed and took his face in between his hands, his long fingers caressing his cheeks before their lips met. Zoro could taste the omegas tea and cigarettes. Something that shouldn't be so addictive but yet it was. When they finally came up for air, Zoro put Sanji back down 

"Marry me." The words tumbled out of his mouth as he returned Sanji to the floor.

The omega looked at him with amusement in his blue eyes, "Aren't you forgetting something,”

"What? Oh." Zoro dropped to one knee and took out the jewelry box. The earrings glittered in the sunlight. "Marry me, I don't wish to be apart from you for a second longer,”

“Yes!” Sanji launched himself at Zoro, knocking them both to the deck, kissing the life out of him. 

“Hey! You two no fucking on the deck!” Patty yelled at them. 

Zoro didn't need to look to know that Sanji was flipping the other alpha off.

[kindnessisweakness2]

4

Emily signed the paperwork and much to the disappointment of Jax that was the last time he had seen or heard from her in a week. He didn't know what it was but his head was full of her. She was a fucking pocket rocket for sure. She handled Noah, put that crow eater in line without using her fists and shot David Hale down quicker than Clay ever had the opportunity to. He couldn't stop thinking about her and Gemma could see it. Fuck, everyone could. But Noah? God Noah felt it full force. Jax had him busting his arse more than any other prospect, and everyone could guess at why. "When are you gonna stop messing with that kid and just go see her?" Clay questioned as he made his way into the empty clubhouse. Jax shrugged from his place at the bar. He was sipping a cold beer as he sat and watched Noah clean his bike on the security cameras. Yes it was the 4th time in two days he made him do it, but in Jax's eyes it was fair. "I dont know what you mean." Clay rolled his eyes as he poured himself a whiskey. "You got the hots for this girl. Gem told me. Just go see her and let the prospect sleep for god sakes. We have a shipment coming tomorrow, i need him in good shape." It was Jax's turn to roll his eyes at his step father. Never would have guessed Clay to take a prospects side. Standing from his seat at the bar, Jax nodded at Clay and made his way out to his bike. "Pack it up prospect, I've got somewhere I gotta go." Noah stood to his feet and awkwardly twisted the oil covered rag in his hands. "Can I talk to you quickly before you go?" Jax's eyebrow raised in question. Noah seemed to be wrestling with his thoughts, trying to work out how to phrase what he wanted to say without pissing his Vice President off. "Look, I don't want you anywhere near Emily. I know your track record with women Jax And I don't want her hurt." Noah clearly threw caution to the wind and tried to be as firm as possible with Prince of Charming. Noah couldn't deny that part of him hated that Jax could have whoever and whatever he wanted. Women looked at him like he was sex on legs. Perfection, with a physique that the Gods themselves carved. But Noah didn't see the appeal. In his eyes Jax was a dick, and it wasn't like he was the only blonde haired, blue eyed boy in charming. Jax's eyes widened in Suprise at the boldness of the prospect and laughter tumbled from his mouth. Noah felt his chest burn with both embarrassment and anger at the sound. "The last person I'm gonna listen to is you, grunt. Yeah she's hurt and your the one to blame. Hey, who knows? Maybe I'll pay her a visit, make her feel better. From what I hear it's not gonna be hard to fill your shoes." Winking at the prospect, Jax put on his helmet and sped out of the lot, leaving a disgruntled Noah scowling at the reaper that addorned his back.

30 minutes riding aimlessly around Charming did nothing to clear Jax's head and sure enough he ended up in the one place he was adamant he wouldn't go. Leaning against his bike across the road from Emily's home, Jax lit a cigarette and mentally wrestled with himself. He was never this nervous about a girl before. He was the prince, Girls fell at his feet all the time. But this girl? No this girl was different. Fuck. What was he doing? He knew minimal things about this girl, so why was she all up in his brain. Not even crow eaters could distract him from the purple haired pocket rocket. "Jax?" His head snapped up, the sound of her voice halting his pacing immediately. There she stood in joggers and a cropped vest, looking worried. Her hair was down, the long purple strands dangling over her shoulder and Jax's first thought was imagining running his fingers through it. Wondering if it was as soft as it looked. "Jax is something wrong?" Emily spoke again, the concern in her voice clear. Jax found himself frowning at her. "Yeah, there is actually. I havent seen you at the clubhouse." Emily scoffed at the nerve of the man infront of her. She had seen him from her kitchen window and the sight of him pacing, chainsmoking cigarettes made her worried. Now she felt stupid for caring. "Im not a fucking Crow eater Jax. I've heard how the club treats women, thats not me." Emily turned to walk away, but his gentle hand on her arm stopped her. "Thats not what i meant Darlin'. I meant...Fuck i like having you around okay?" Emily shook her head, completely dumbfounded. "Jax you met me twice. You dont know me. Look, if this is a way to piss Noah off, fucking his ex, im not here for it. Whatever he's done, leave me out of it." Jax rubbed his face frustrated. "This isnt about Noah Em. Infact I cant stand him. This is different. Is it so hard to believe that i may actually want to get to know you? That i enjoyed the time I spent talking to you at the clubhouse the other day?" Emily smiled softly at him. "I'm not different. Jax im boring. Your wasting your time here with me. You have multiple women who would give anything to spend a night with you. Dont be stupid. Go." Jax grinned at her as she gave him a gentle shove towards his bike. Throwing his arm over her shoulder instead, Jax guided her back towards her house.

"Well arent you lucky? Tonights your night Em, Im Yours. Let me be the judge of whether your boring." Emily couldnt help but laugh at the confidence on him. It was gonna be a long night.

[cara-central]

Hakita yet again dropping a teaser for ultrakill making me want to get into game design despite the fact that indie game development is essentially a lottery. Not saying hakita doesn't deserve his success, he deserves way more. That's my point. Ultrakill is a game full of love and passion for the art form, and it's rare we get gems so passionate. The last game I've seen with this level of passion from an indie studio was disco Elysium, and even that game had it's authors stripped from it and is now a shell of what it was. Undertale before that which thankfully got all the love it deserves and more! But these cases happen maybe once or twice a year, despite it being statistically improbable that those are the only games with that level of quality and passion.

I remember when i first bought disco and ultrakill, they were on sale and I didn't think much of it. I'm sure this is how a lot of people got into these games, outside of word of mouth. Two games that have literally shifted the way I see art in games and disco especially how it changed my worldview to the point where if I ever get a tattoo it will be a quote from that game.

We always here of AAA success stories. Baldur's Gate 3, Tears of the Kingdom, God of War, all this games deserve that praise yes, but for 2 of those that praise was essentially guaranteed, and for Baldur's Gate it was the third installment of a niche but beloved series.

My point is I wish more people saw artistry in games nowadays instead of looking to live service dopamine drip feed games so that I could feel financially comfortable pursuing the field I love. Even with baldur's gate 3, you see a ton of reviews throwing out the entire game because it has turn based combat.

And lastly, if you haven't played ultrakill or disco, I highly suggest you check them out (disco has been robbed from it's originally developers so don't feel bad if you need to get it from... other sources, like a trans fitgirl)

This kinda turned into a ranty post when I only wanted to talk about ultrakill but meh, my blog my rules. I'll make a post about ultrakill when I can write smth up that I feel good with.

[fritextramole]

a hidden gem, my own goldmine

part 1 of a Vanessa Abrams playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised ~ Gil Scott-Heron

The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal The revolution will not get rid of the nubs The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner Because the revolution will not be televised, brother

Chain Gang ~ Sam Cooke

Can't you hear them singing I'm going home one of these days

The Rebel Girl ~ Hazel Dickens

There are blue blood queens and princesses Who have charms made of diamonds and pearl But the only and thoroughbred lady Is the Rebel Girl

The Mesopotamians ~ They Might Be Giants

In Mesopotamia (No one's ever seen us) The kingdom where we secretly reign (And no one's ever heard of our band) The land where we invisibly rule As the Mesopotamians

Myriad Harbour ~ The New Pornographers

(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city) Stranded at Bleecker and Broadway Looking for something to do

Which Side Are You On? ~ Work O’ The Weavers

Which side are you on, boys? Which side are you on?

Thus Always To Tyrants ~ The Oh Hellos

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale Do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you Every tomb, every sea, spit the bones from your teeth Let the ransomed be free as the revel meets the day Let the valleys awake, let them rattle and shake

Twenty Five Miles ~ Edwin Starr

Now I'll be so glad to see my baby And hold her in my arms one more time, huh Now when I kiss her lips, I turn a back over flip And I forget about these feet of mine I got to keep on walking, hey

THE FRIEND SPACE ~ Ryan Woods

I really hope I don’t throw it away But you couldn’t imagine the way I feel And now I can’t see why You wouldn’t wanna be my baby I got all you need

Comin’ Down ~ Jackie Shane

What's wrong with me? I said it's a simple fact I don't believe you're ever comin' back

Even The Losers ~ Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Well, it was nearly summer we sat on your roof Yeah, we smoked cigarettes and we stared at the moon And I showed you stars you never could see Babe, it couldn't have been that easy to forget about me

Sylvias Mother ~ The Refreshments

Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's packin' She's gonna be leavin' today Sylvia's mother says Sylvia is marrying A fella down Galveston way

Hot & Heavy ~ Lucy Dacus

When I went away it was the only option Couldn't trust myself to proceed with caution The most that I could give to you is nothing at all The best that I could offer was to miss your calls

I Can’t Stand the Rain ~ Ann Peebles

I know you got some sweet memory But like the wind, ah, you ain't got nothing to say

Radio, Radio ~ Elvis Costello & The Attractions

They say you better listen to the voice of reason But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason So you had better do as you are told You better listen to the radio I wanna bite the hand that feeds me

Stairway to Heaven ~ Led Zeppelin

There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for

Solidarity Forever ~ Pete Seeger, The Song Swappers

We can break their haughty power, gain our freedom when we learn That the union makes us strong

American Idiot ~ Green Day

Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alien nation Where everything isn't meant to be okay In television dreams of tomorrow

9 to 5 ~ Dolly Parton

There's a better life And you think about it, don't you? It's a rich man's game No matter what they call it And you spend your life Putting money in his wallet

Stop! In The Name Of Love ~ The Supremes

I watch you walk down the street Knowing your other love you'll meet But this time before you run to her Leaving me alone and hurt (Think it over) After I've been good to you

5AM ~ Amber Run

We run into a dark room And we spasm to the sounds Of a copy of Morrissey Or the blues of the Deep South

Val Kilmer ~ Bowling For Soup

So when you walk down that red carpet I hope you trip and fall I hope someone squirts you with a water gun A super soaker filled with pee

There’s A Ghost In My House ~ R. Dean Taylor

I can't hide (Ghost in my house) From the ghost of your love that's inside You're still such a part of me (Ghost in my house) Still so deep in the heart of me (Ghost in my house)

[hivefleet-hellbender]

Pink Horrors of Tzeentch, bound to copper masks

I've been building and painting the start of my Tyranids Hive Fleet for the past three months, and towards the end of November I realized I needed a break. Plus, I'd be traveling to an artist residency program in rural Colombia and I knew I'd want something else to do while I was there. So I decided to build a squad of pink horrors but with an eerie and minimalist twist.

Now if you've seen Games Workshop's Pink Horror models, you'd know they're pretty much dogshit. Their faces are more orkish than daemonic, they have these strange long proportions that don't have much weight to them, and despite their ever-shifting chaotic nature, they look like just a stack of little dudes they look like a stack of little dudes with more arms than usual. They’d fit better in an old Betty Boop cartoon than on the battlefield of the 41st millennium. My goal for this project was the present an aesthetic for Tzeentch that fits with my own taste in monstrosity — blank-eyed every-shifting mounds of flesh that hover on the boundary between symbolism and raw horror. 

My journal quickly filled up with drawings of weird masked monsters in the margins. My inspiration came from cubism, along with movies like Mirrormask and Ruban Brandt: Collector. I also was heavily inspired by the copper face on the Abominable Intelligence by John at Ex Profundis. I got really into the idea of the masks as some sort of binding vessel for the Tzeentchian cultists, who could use the daemons as attack dogs by trapping them within copper plates. I wasn't sure if I wanted the models to be 40K or Age of Sigmar, so I tried to keep the designs agnostic and avoid any technology or mechanical bits. 

I knew I wanted to use the pink horror model as a base, but that the number and consistent size of arms would be insufficient for my needs. To make sure my little guys had all the arms they needed, I picked up a box of Mantic Games Zombie Horde. This box comes with forty zombies, and most of the arms are perfect and usable, meaning I’ve got about 72 human-sized arms to accompany the much larger horror arms of my gribblies. Towards the end I also picked up a box of blue horrors, so that I can expand my Tzeentch army once I’m done with my infinite ‘Nids.

I made the mask from a couple different pieces of plastic. At first I used these clear disks I had, but they gave the models a “bobble-head” look which… I didn’t hate, but did obscure the size of the horror and make it look a bit too tiny. For later masks, I took the base of the zombie, tidied it up, and carved a face into it. I intentionally kept the faces very minimalist, focusing on just the bare necessities: two eye-holes, a little slit mouth, and a single haphazard nose. 

I focused on a very improvisational building approach — using a base of either green stuff blob or a pink horror body, which I then superglued the mask onto and then applied as many arms and legs as I could reasonably manage. Often I would trim an arm straight off the spruce and barely clean it before attaching it on, meaning there's a few moldlines or sprue bits that I can't help but stare at. I think if I was to repeat this process I'd trim all the parts and set them aside before I even started working, but I also had no clue how this would go and was just enjoying the process as a way to decompress after a wildly hectic week.

Once the models were all done, I spraypainted them all white and tossed them in a box with me to Colombia, where they got damaged during transit and had to piece a couple back together with superglue.

I painted the bodies with two layers of Volupus Pink contrast paint, followed by a drybrush of 1 part Red to 3 parts White.

I painted the masks with Gunmetal followed by a wash of 1 part Orange to 1 part Mid Brown wash. Then I did a Dark wash with some streaking, followed by a Verdigris effect paint to get that gunky green rust effect at the edges of the copper.

I painted the jewelry and various instruments / standards gold, and did the gems in red with a pink highlight. I did the nails and teeth in white, the tongues in a very light pink mix, and the feathers a light green mix followed by a dark wash. I hope to return to the feathers later to give them more detail if I ever end up doing a Lord of Change, as in my head I imagine those feathers are small gifts from it to its most loyal minions. The fire is yellow, orange, and red, and the OSL was done by mixing the contrast pink with orange.

The bases are admittedly an afterthought — I'm in rural Colombia right now and so I can't finish them the way I want to. I'm planning to pick up some resin cobblestone bases and candles, so I can make the models look like they're inside a weird cultist basement, skittering around in the darkness. There's a lot of lessons I've learned for next time I paint models like these, and this was my first time working with contrast paint, but it was still a ton of fun and I'm proud of how they turned out!

[imongkoneho]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂 | 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐤 𝐗 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤.

2.

[Y/N] peeked her head out, spying on the Gods. They were talking about something, and she can't hear. Was she nosy? Well, yes. But if it's got the Gods huddled up in a room talking about it, it's got to be important.

"How nosy. Who are we spying on?" The angel felt another presence behind her, a familiar one at that. "Hello Lord Hermes. Sorry." She turned around. Did she really meant her sorry? No.

"I guess I can let you on a little secret. They're talking about ending man kind and will hold a meeting with all of the Gods in the world, tomorrow. How exciting isn't it? What do you think?" [Y/N] stared at Hermes. Well...looking back, humans are cruel.

They sold and tortured her. But then again, she had forgiven them now. Though, humans are also caring. Her mind flashes an image of Castor, one of Heracles' human friends.

He was very nice and caring, and since Heracles' is often busy being a God, it was [Y/N]'s duty to bring back letters from the God and give it to Castor. He would always greet her with a warm smile.

And another human that the girl remembered, was a tall, well built king that helped her back then before Heracles came and took her.

He looked intimidating, but he is actually kind. Unfortunately, [Y/N] had forgotten his name. Maybe forgotten his name? Or he never bothered to tell her?

"I believe humans deserve a second chance." "..and why do you think that, little angel?" The air suddenly felt cold, as Hermes' eyes also was cold.

The Angel smiled, positivity and love forming in her face. "Humans aren't that bad, Lord Hermes. Though they are selfish and evil, there are others that are pure. The hidden gems of the earth."

Hermes blinked, processing her answer. "I am an Angel. We are made to forgive. Even if we don't want to." Her smile slightly turned into a sorrowful one.

The God she was talking to sighed. Smiling at her, he spoke. "I respect your opinion, little angel." Hermes emphasised the word 'opinion'. Seemingly not changing his thoughts about humankind.

[Y/N] only looked at him with a blank face like she would always wear. Not caring about his opinion. "All of the Gods..? Will come?" The angel, asked. Deciding to change the subject. "Yes. I'm not sure if the others will though." He replied with a smile and a hint of malice in his voice.

That means she'll get to meet Buddha again? Ever since that last encounter with him, she hadn't seen him. Maybe he left?

The girl's' train of thought suddenly stopped as Gods began exiting the room. "Oh! Little Angel!" Loki cooed as he ran to hug the said angel.

[Y/N] let out a tiny shriek as Loki engulfed her lower torso with a hug, kneeling and crushing her. "Oh dear angel! I've been waiting for you!" He said dramatically softly caressing the girls wings.

"He's making a fool out of himself." Ares said staring wide eyed at the God, appalled by his behaviour. Odin only glared at him in disappointment.

The Gods Thor and Poseidon didn't spare a glance at the scene, as it was just a waste of time.

The angel softly pushed Loki away, as he dramatically fell down and layed down the floor, his hand on his heart. "Am I not worthy of you dear angel?" He said emotionally. As Hermes only stared at him, covering his mouth.

"Heracles!" She called as she escape Loki's grasp. Heracles turned around and smiled, seeing her face. "Can I go outside..?" "Sure! Be careful." He rubs her head as she smiled in return.

She took a step back and flapped her wings and flew outside a big window. "How beautiful..." Hermes said as he was mesmerized by the angel.

"Are you not afraid that she might run away?" Ares asked, his eyebrow raising. "[Y/N] wouldn't do that." Heracles smiled in response. "Hmm, you put a lot of trust in her. Heracles." Zeus' old voice said as he caresses his beard.

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The next day passed as the meeting with all the Gods had happened. While everyone voted for man kind to be eradicated, a Valkyrie, Brunhilde disagreed.

She proposed a'Ragnarok' to save mankind if they win. The Gods laughed, some mocked and some was offended.

As [Y/N] flew around, looking over the huge view below her. Feeling the breeze, and peacefulness. As she was flying, she spotted a cliff, on it was a moving figure under a huge tree that had fallen over.

In curiousity, she flew down and softly placed her foot down the ground. Upon looking closely, she saw that the figure was a muscular horse with red fur.

"Hello.." she softly spoke as the horse got startled and suddenly stood up, lifting the heavy tree a long with him. The angel looked at the strong horse in shock and amazement. The horse only backed away from her, his eyes narrowing at the girl, not knowing if he can trust her.

"You're gorgeous..." She admired it's muscles as a smile formed on her face. The horse blinked and looked to his side. Facing a tree, the girl noticed that the horse was eyeing a tree that had multiple apples on it.

"Do you want apples? I'll get them for you." The horse only stared at her back, understandingly, she smiled even more brighter as she flapped her wings to fly and grab the apples off the tall tree.

The animal she was with stepped back away, suprised at her wings. [Y/N] landed Infront of the horse. "Here you go." She smiled, holding the apple in her hand.

Without hesitation, the horse ate from her hand, nowtrusting her. The angel smile only grew at this and slowly raised her hand to touch its neck, softly.

The horse made no refusal to this and seeing this, she kept stroking the animal. The sound of bushes and leaves suddenly filled [Y/N]'s ears, she glanced at the sound to see a man. A..human.

A tall, muscular man covered with battle scars and a few tattoos all throughout his body. He had waist-long dark hair which is tied into a bun. The man had no top, the only clothing he wore was his baggy pants.

His face had a scowl, though the angel can sense that he wasn't angry anyways. "Hello." She greeted, unsure of what to do. "Red." He spoke, catching the attention of the horse the girl was feeding.

The horse's head rised and turned to look at the man, then continued eating. The man blinked at his horse, suprised. His face then rested back to it's scowling shape. "Tch."

The man sat down from where he stood, staring at the view Infront of him. The girl's wings raised in curiosity, her eyes glancing at his tattoos and scars.

"...I am [Y/N]. Who are you..?" The words softly left her mouth. The angelic sound reached the man's ears and made him finally look at the girl.

He eyed her, her face and her wings. "..Lü Bu." He muttered. [Y/N] smiled at his response as a few quiet seconds pass by. Red had stopped eating. "This place isn't a place for a human. Why are you here..?"

Lü Bu did not look at her this time, he only looked at the hills, trees and waterfalls the view Infront of him had to offer. After a few more long seconds he spoke.

"I will be fighting for mankind." The girls wings flapped suddenly in response. Causing Red to back away in suprise at the reaction.

Lü Bu's eyes were now at the girl. She had a smile on her face, so bright. He blinked. "That's lovely!...what made you do that?"

[Y/N] liked music, the sound echoing in her ear makes her feel safe. She also like flying, the breeze made her feel calm. But the one thing that she really likes - was kind humans. The hidden gems of earth. They made her feel the overwhelming feeling of happiness.

"To find someone who is worthy of challenging." "Ah." She was expecting an answer like: 'I want to fight for mankind.' or 'I want to protect my loved ones.'

But he was fighting for man kind and, that's already helpful. The man stood up as he beckoned his horse to come with him. "Thank you for fighting. Please, win." The angel looked up at him, eyes brightly shining.

Though, Infront of Lü Bu, was a beautiful scenery, guided by the beautiful evening light the sun has provided, he could only focus on the angel who was also Infront of him.

Her eyes, her voice, everything was going in slow mo for Lü Bu. As he heard each word fall slowly from [Y/N]'s mouth, the sound flowing in his ears. He stared at her.

How angelic. His cheeks got a bit red, as he quickly turned around, making the girl blink at the sudden reaction. He made a gruff hum, in response to the girl. Which in turn make the girl smile, brightly.

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"My lord! Are you okay?" Chen Gong, the strategist of Lü Bu's army, questioned. "What?" Lü Bu turned to him, his scowl deepening.

General Zhang Fei snickered as he approached The man with his alcohol drenched beard.

"You're blushing, Lü Bu."

[kobedivision]

Night had long since fallen on the city of Kobe. It was also reaching the end of a certain crossdresser's birthday, and a certain serial killer wanted to celebrate one of his favorite people. 

Kaiji was sitting on his couch reading all the birthday messages he was getting from his fans, when all of a sudden he heard a knock on the door. A tiny bit curious who was visiting him at this hour, Kaiji walked over to the door and opened it. Standing on the other side was Touya Kisaragi of Katsushika, who was all dolled up in a little black dress and hair extensions tied into twintails. In his hand was a decently sized purse.  

"Kai-chan~!" Touya sang as he stepped inside. "Sorry I'm late, but I had to spend most of the day with my parole officer. Don't like him very much. Anyway, Happy Birthday!" Touya cheered immediately, wrapping his arms around Kaiji and placing a kiss on his cheek. 

Kaiji laughed, returning the hug. "Oh, I knew you would never forget my birthday, darling."  

Touya giggled as he let Kaiji go. "I got you something but first a drink?" Touya winked as he pulled something out of his purse. 

It was a bottle of wine, but it had no label or anything to say what brand or what kind of wine it was besides a strange red symbol on the front. 

Walking into the kitchen, Touya placed his purse and the bottle on the counter and opened a cabinet, pulling out 2 wine glasses. Then, pulling out a knife from underneath his skirt popped open the bottle. While Touya was pouring the wine into the glasses, Kaiji noticed that the wine was a deep blood red and seemed almost thicker than any wine he had ever seen.  

Accepting the wine glass, Kaiji took a sip and raised an eyebrow at the metallic taste. "Touya, what kind of wine is this?" 

Touya grinned, his lips and teeth stained red. "Hisa-chan was the one who got the wine for me. He says it's specially made in a Romanian vineyard. He also says it is not available for the public, and the only way to get it is through the Black Market channels mainly because it's two-thirds red wine and the other third is human blood." 

"How do they get the blood?"

"I never did ask Hisa-chan that. Oh well, I think it tastes really good. What do you think of it, Kai-chan?" Touya asked. 

Kaiji swirled the wine in his glass for a bit before knocking it back. "I gotta say it tastes a hell of a lot better than some of the other drinks I had before." 

The two of them threw their heads back laughing, not at all bothered by the fact that they were drinking human blood. 

"Oh right, here's my gift, Kai-chan~!" Touya reached into his purse and pulled out a small gift box, and handed it to Kaiji. Gracefully accepting the gift, Kaiji began to open it. 

Inside the gift was a heart-shaped necklace. It was silver with cracks on the heart showing a red inside with skulls around it. Hanging from little chains were little red gems that made it look as if they were drops of blood dripping from the necklace. 

"It's lovely, Touya. Thank you." Kaiji thanked looking delighted as he put on. "What do you think?" 

"You look so lovely, Kai-chan~! I've got one more thing, tho~!" Touya beamed as he reached into the inside of his dress's bodice, digging around for a second and pulling something out. 

In between his fingers was a small bag filled to the brim with little white pills. "Rin-chan made these. He said he made them stronger than normal." Touya giggled. "Wanna see if it's true?" 

Mature Themes Ahead <3

“Fuck..” Kaiji laughed, pouring himself another glass of blood wine, taking a big gulp, and setting the glass back on the counter. Slowly licking his lips to really savor the flavor, he looked back at Touya and with lidded eyes, made a ‘come here’ motion with his fingers to which Touya happily complied and handed him the baggie of pills. Taking two out and giving one to his blue haired partner, two simultaneously put the pills in their mouths and immediately brought each other into a kiss.

Starting off slow and sensual first, it didn’t take no time at all for it to grow heated, the wet and down right lecherous sounds practically echoing throughout the apartment as their tongues slid against one another, building up saliva that started to drip down to their chins as the two swapped he pills that were still in their mouths before parting momentarily to swallow the drugs, two grinning at each other as they panted.

Perhaps the pills worked a little too well as almost immediately after swallowing, the two effeminate boys were immediately overcome by a wave of heat and arousal causing Kaiji to gasp and Touya to let out a small moan. The two looked at each other before pouncing, feverishly making out and shamelessly grinding on each other, not even bothering to muffle their moans that were getting increasingly louder.

Fortunately, Kaiji still had enough brainpower to guide the both of them towards the couch, still not breaking the kiss even as the two of them fell onto the plush furniture. Of course, the need for air arose and the two parted, thick saliva dripping from between their mouths as the two panted, flushed and needy. Kaiji, being the opportunist he is, immediately went for Touya’s neck, kissing and licking and sucking on the pale skin as he squeezed and groped every inch of skin he could get his hands on, eventually slipping his hands underneath Touya’s dress, making the blue haired male mewl and moan as he frantically worked to unzip Kaiji’s pants.

— Meanwhile —

Lying in his bed in his room was Nagisa Sano, wearing a pair of earbuds and listening to some of Vox’s songs, he was oblivious to the world around him as he mindlessly scrolled on his phone and occasionally checked in on Jinx’s official discord to do his job as one of his mods. Today was definitely one of the busier days, with it being his older brother’s birthday and all, which meant he was getting double the attention than usual, he couldn’t keep count on the amount of times the doorbell had rang and Kaiji’s voice thanking whoever gave him a present today.

As he kept his attention on his phone, he was still unaware to what was happening outside, specifically a certain blue haired male’s visit until he was greeting with a rather alarming noise.

“Aahhhnngh…hnnnghh…ah! Ah! K-kai-chaaan..”

Nagisa choked on his own spit and he immediately shot up from his laying position, eyes wide and cheeks red. “Please God, please no, do not tell me he’s-“

“Haah! Ah! Hngh! Mmm….nghhh!”

“F-fuck! Fuck! You’re so fucking tight…hnnngh oh fuck oh fuckfuckfuck I’m cumming!”

“Yes! Yes! Give to me! Cum inside me! Do it! Aaaaaahh!”

“You have got to be fucking shitting me!!” Nagisa yelled out, mortified and pissed however, neither his brother or Touya paid him any mind as they continued to enjoy Kaiji’s gift far, far into the night.

Thank you for the gift!

[dark9896]

Gems [Klaus x Reader]

Requested by Anonymous 🔮

Klaus stood, blinking in the late evening sun. His eyes couldn't be deceiving him. Standing in front of him was a person with shiny, crystal-like hair, it was almost completely translucent at that. Though he couldn't be certain if they were ultimately friend or foe, he couldn't mistake the fear in their eyes.

He felt so very guilty about scaring them. Despite having just saved them from a blood breed.

"Pardon me." Klaus tried to make a good impression at least, "Are you alright?"

"Uh... yeah, I think."

Klaus tilted his head a bit, "You aren't hurt are you?"

"No..." You said slowly, "But I don't know if you're going to try anything either."

Klaus backed up several feet, hands up in surrender, "No! no, of course not! I would never! I simply haven't seen anyone like you before, though that isn't a bad thing. I uh..."

Klaus cleared his throat, "My apologies, I'm Klaus von Reinherz. And you are?"

"Blue Topaz." You covered your mouth instantly, "Uh, please forget I said that, call me [Name]."

Klaus raises a single eyebrow, "Is... is your true name Blue Topaz?"

You shuffled your feet, slowly nodding. Klaus didn't know what to think about this, but you had asked him to call you something else, something that sounded more human.

"Its a pleasure to meet you [Name]." He slowly extended a hand, "If I may ask, why do you keep that a secret?"

"You see, I'm not human." You shakily met his hand, "And people tend to hunt me... and my kind, for the purpose of making jewelry and decorations."

Klaus's eyes widened, "You needn't fear me doing that. I promise. Though, I do worry. Will you be okay?"

"I don't really know. I'm very far from home you see." You moving your hair like that produced several soft clink noises, "And I wouldn't know how to get back either. I've never actually seen a human before..."

~~~~~

It was difficult for Klaus to think about how that interaction was so long ago. How much time genuinely passed, how much he spent with you.

Part of it was due to your natural fighting skills, becoming an indispensable part of Libra certainly influenced how much the two of you saw one another. The rest was Klaus's natural curiosity and steadily growing attraction towards you.

He seriously hoped that he wasn't acting creepily, or worse forcing himself onto you. Though it was more him trying to hold your hand than anything else.

You found it a little patronizing to be touched so gently. As if he were treating you like glass instead of a gemstone. While you couldn't fault him entirely, it was mildly annoying to be treated so delicately. Especially when you had been a prized warrior in your own time.

Though you were starting to piece together what happened. An anomaly had thrown you back in time. For what purpose you didn't know. It wasn't like there were any ancient gems in your time, nor any old folk tales. For all you knew, this was a displacement of space AND time.

Humans were much warmer than you thought they'd be.

~~~~~

Zapp was standing in the middle of the office, freaking out. One bad trip and you were laying across the floor, completely shattered. A million thoughts flew through Zapp's head. How would he cover this up? He could just throw all the pieces in the trash... But then Gilbert would see it and Chief would have his a$$ on flambe.

He could always play up that they tripped, no one would know. Right? There wasn't proof it was his fault after all. But they were out in the open, nothing in sight for them to trip on.

*ding!*

AAAAAAAAAAA

"Oh calm down." Zapp jumped away from where your voice came from, "Just scoop up what you can and put me in that little empty can. It's the one by Klaus's desk."

Zapp didn't think, just piled all of your fragments into the bucket. Your face was mostly in one piece, and this was probably the furthest from the strangest injury you'd ever had.

Klaus however... he looked ready to faint. If he didn't outright murder Zapp for causing this. Though the process to piece you back together was fairly straightforward. It was just a painstakingly slow process as Gilbert was the only one capable of fitting the splinters together properly.

Not to say Klaus didn't try to help, just that his efforts were less than helpful. Though he was both beside himself with worry and completely absorbed in admiring just how pretty every fragment looked. Almost like a clear night sky in mid December, right at twilight.

He both adored that and abhorred the fact that he was seeing it.

Though this happened every time you fought. Or just about every time at least. Klaus couldn't handle seeing you like this, even if it was perfectly okay. He worried. Especially that he wouldn't be able to truly express his feelings... not when the fear of breaking you with a hug was all too real for him.

[dark-breakers]

Shattered Star: Chapter 5

"What'll it be, boys?" The waitress asked as she held a tablet.

The waitress had shoulder-blade length blonde hair, tan skin, and dark brown eyes.

She wore a red t-shirt, a pair of black pants, a pair of red pumps, and a white and yellow pinstriped apron with a gold nametag that had the name "Molly" inscribed on it.

"I'll be having the ham and Swiss cheese omelet and a lavender coffee," Midnight said as he gave his menu to Molly. "How about you, Sundrop?"

"I'll have the buttermilk pancakes with sausage links and a caramel cappuccino," Sundrop said as he gave his menu to Molly.

"Alrighty! Be back in a jiffy," Molly said with a smile as she left their table.

The diner, known simply as "Briar Diner", was styled like it was from the eighties with a modern flair, which reminded him of Bonnie Bowl from the Mega Pizzaplex.

"So... Where'd you say you were from?" Midnight asked.

"Hurricane, Utah. Why?" Sundrop replied.

"How'd the heck did you end up in Waltham, Massachusetts then?" Midnight asked.

Sundrop could only shrug his shoulders.

Even though he knew Midnight was basically a Moondrop counterpart, he did not know if Midnight had any knowledge of dimensional travel or if they had a Newton Star as well.

"They don't have one," Starlight said.

'Is that a good or bad thing?' Sundrop telepathized.

"For them, it's good because that means this universe won't collapse," Starlight replied.

'Wait... COLLAPSE?!' Sundrop telepathized with fear in his eyes.

"Yeah. What, you didn't think the Newton Star shattering wouldn't have any other consequences? Don't worry, though. Only the universes that have a Newton Star will collapse. They'll be brought back once we get the Star fixed," Starlight said in an attempt to calm Sundrop down.

'But... doesn't that mean you and your sisters won't have bodies anymore?' Sundrop telepathized.

"Wouldn't be the first time..." Starlight replied as she went back into her shard.

"I've got your coffees. One Lavender for Mr. Klase and one caramel cappuccino for..." Molly said as she gave the two animatronics their respective drinks.

"Celestial," Sundrop said with a smile.

"Celestial... A bit on the nose but not the weirdest surname I've ever heard. Not like... "Afton"..." Molly said with a shiver as she left their table.

Sundrop tapped his cup for a moment before asking, "What happened to Fazbear Entertainment?"

Midnight seemed to gag on his drink for a moment before covering his mouth as he began to cough.

Once he stopped coughing, he looked around the diner as though he wanted to make sure that no one had heard Sundrop's question.

"How the hell do you know that place?" Midnight asked with a growl.

"Because that was where I was born. I didn't want to bring it up with Sunshine because I knew it would've made her feel uncomfortable. And you seem like the only one who would be able to tell me," Sundrop replied.

Midnight sighed as he took a napkin to wipe his mouth.

"You're from "out there", aren't you?" Midnight asked.

"You mean you know about other dimensions?" Sundrop asked.

"Yeah. I mean, I've seen them. But I've never went to them. I can't go to them," Midnight replied.

"Why?" Sundrop asked.

"Because my magic doesn't work right. I can only see those other places. It's like looking at a one-way mirror but not being able to go through it," Midnight explained as he rubbed his right arm.

"Oh... I'm sorry..." Sundrop said, now regretting what he had asked before as he took a sip of his cappuccino.

"You don't have to apologize. As for what happened to this Fazbear Entertainment, after Cody Klase and Alessandra Vuillemot made Sunshine and I, they ended up shutting down as they finally figured out the rumors behind the missing children. Since then, Sunshine and I ended up getting hitched, became the new owners of Precious Gems, and had Zaniah. Since then, life's been normal. That is... until those things started popping up," Midnight said.

"What "things"?" Sundrop asked.

"I'll tell you after brunch. Wouldn't want the food to get cold," Midnight replied.

[the-firebird69]

Social Security Administration (.gov)

https://www.ssa.gov › ndfPDF

Scott L. Frey

There was no deputy commissioner selected if she indeed has passed the position would go to this person who's next in command Scott El Frey and he appears to look like Dan and then started fights with me and things like that he wants me on the street to turn dominate me did you try and control me and Olympus as a result

Zues

Right there the whole time listening and I have to report ready and I'm sending it in and this is what he's all about

Hera

We thank you for it and we do see that your perspective is different but very clear and we see it too and this person has to die he is a knitted and does nothing for work and he needs to go to pastor he's trying to cut our son down all the time and his managed to figure out how to do it. Oddly enough people think that he was the detective who could not hold her hand to keep her on the plane and he's a suspect in her murder and the max are investigating it. They also know that he is in possession of the rubies and gems and the opal that she had before she fell and he says he's keeping them as evidence with their in his home in Florida and charges are being brought against him now and charges are being brought by Terry cheesman really Janet yellen because he is not obeying when she's saying to do already this morning he's made several attempts to ruin our son's social security and he's up there now making attempts

Thor Freya

I have every right to and he says no and many people are saying no and I do have a right to be here and he says that I'm really our own realm and if that's what Mac wants to do, it says I don't work for back I work for the morllock, then why you off social security and bja says no we don't it's focusing on them if you touching your fire and we can see you try to touch it and we're firing you. So I suppose that's pretty strong language and Jason wants him off and so he can be on government support from the state. And I guess I'm a duper dead man you're pretty smart caa says how'd you figure all that out. I will tell you it's going to be fun dumping him. You're not going to dump me stupid I'm going to eliminate your clan and the clones are against you of your own cadre. So what I'm going to do it. I've been trying to do it and I can't she was out off and then was not blocking me I sort of see it but I don't care

Dan

Dan I'm going to seize your assets I'm going to take your money in your accounts too. I'm doing it right now and yeah they've been capturing you for a long time in your idiot father and putting you into the brave they've been doing a little but not that much they're small extremely small and it would not be able to this is great though it's going to focus on you and they will eliminate your clan which was pretty much toasted last night and Trump's was toasted heavily and you're getting hit now to the tune of millions of octillins dead an hour, only because you want to mess with some poor guy's money and You're pitiful okay you're a pitiful loser

Zues Hera you got to hear this s*** he's so stupid Hera

I'm not going to put my guns down into the ground because you're saying you need money I sort of get something you're going to kill my ass you're f****** right stupid and sitting here killing your ass the whole time and you won't shut your f****** mouth now I've seen people do things and this guy is pretty smooth and I don't care but everybody's hitting me

Dan

Are they then are they really I think nobody's hitting you you're such a f****** moron cuz those not shooting you right now and you say the stupidest said meanest things I've ever heard nobody would say that to me no but that's the day they wouldn't and you're saying it right to his face I got to take your money from you you're living next door is like you're f****** dead this other a****** wants to take the apartment what's wrong with you two f****** he doesn't have any money dumb a****** you're a f****** moron Dan I'm going to kill you you're dead I don't need to get out of bed to kill you stupid s***. He says it too I'm poor I'm at the end of my room and I'm going to kill you Dan same with you Trump you people so f****** dumb there's an army sitting right here who are professionally trained and you're this piece of s*** Army they're going to wipe you out dumb mother f*****. So I hear it it's been going on for weeks and he's been trying to do it for weeks nobody knows and he's the one up in the plane and he's going to be on charge of murder today cuz he's got the position he says and he's not an elevated to it and Janet yellen won't do it nor will Biden I'm telling my family asking them to fire your ass dan you idiot, not the elevate you it to the position to do harm to me I'm telling to fire your ass. And they have to look at who's next in line and so forth there's going to be nobody in social security. We're going to get up there and straighten you assholes out what a freaking mess. So Terry cheeseman will be elected and these freaks will fight each other a lot harder and you're saying they're going to probably go at it now and have them and then and Trump are severely weakened Dan has been out front jumping in the fire and boy what did you just he says it too they go over there and they die just gets repeating it and he's laughing like a little girl cuz he's so smart he repeats it and thinks it's funny a lot of people have a lot more troops than you dan is there a DC and you're not, as many as you think but they're probably pouring in now and we're going to prep for it

Mac

[willowser]

[ nsfw ] — edit to say: there is now a prequel piece to this 🤗

"yer a married woman."

kirishima murmurs it to your mare quietly, scrubbing a rough hand down the front of her muzzle as he frowns, as the words sit between you both like a life sentence. a royal order not even you can overturn.

"i am," you agree, and his eyes flick to yours over the saddle for just a moment before falling away, ashamed. for all that he lacks in wealth and class, he's more honorable than any knight you've ever known, more respect in his pouty lips than in all the kings of the north. if only you could be the same, then perhaps this hurt wouldn't wound you both so deeply. "are you married, ser eijirou?"

"no, 'm not," his frown deepens, even pulling a crease between his eyebrows as he stares at the ground, hard as iron. "'n i beg yer pardon, m'lady, but i'm no ser."

his tone doesn't lighten, not even when he peeks again to find you smiling coyly; instead he turns his back to fiddle with a rake, kicking straw into the corner of the stable to busy himself—from you. he's only trying to protect you both, but you expected more from him, after what's happened. you can't help but want for more.

worry twists in your stomach. "...do you think ill of me?"

"no, i—not at all, no. no." kirishima sighs and straightens his back, turning his eyes to the wood ceiling as he thinks. a small huff of laughter leaves him and, even if you cannot see his face, the knowledge of his smile puts butterflies in your belly. hope. "if i—i would have to speak ill of myself, if i did."

"and why's that?"

you want him to turn and look at you the way he always has: a step too far out of reach, eyes burning as warm as the blush on his neck, offering a crooked grin before nodding his respects. kirishima's always been so kind, gifting sunshine in return for only a small smile—which has never been an issue to relinquish. not to him.

in the amber light of candles, you think he glows, a gem still to be unearthed. if only you were selfless enough to do so; this is one jewel you'll not give so easily.

kirishima says, "'cause you bein' wed didn't stop me when it should've," and everything ceases. to beat, to pump, to expand in your chest, aching in stillness when he continues. "i should've never touched you."

you gasp. lightly, but with enough intake that he finally faces you, expression twisted with a regret you've never known on him. in all the nights you've shared, hidden away, your conversations have always been cheery and teasing, laced with something neither of you could speak to. you've never seen him so—guilty, almost embarrassed at the way he held you when you met last, when he touched you for the first time. humiliated, perhaps—

your stomach sinks, sours under the acidity of heartbreak, and you give him one, final nod before turning to leave.

"fuckin' hell, i—not that i didn't want to," kirishima rushes, both in word and movement as he stumbles around the mare to close in on you. his hands come up to hold your face gently, thumbs rubbing against your cheekbones until you look into his eyes and—there he is. soft and wanting, just as you. "i still do, but i've made things worse for m'self. because i—" you watch his throat as it works, the edge of his tongue as it dampens his lips. his pupils as they bloom, as he looses his breath. "now i know what you taste of, and 'm only goin' hungry."

you gasp again and all your nerves sing. what ache still resides spreads to the most dangerous parts of your body, throbbing, to where only eijirou can soothe. with him so close, you feel alight, and he doesn't fight when you lean up to press your mouth lovingly against his.

he doesn't carry your same passion, however. even still. he kisses you once, twice, deep and heavy before pulling away with that weight still between his brows.

you don't care, can't care, about what's right or honorable or fated; despite him, you press up again, curling your fingers into the hair that sits free from the low pony-tail at the base of his neck, tugging until he groans. "have me, then. please."

eijirou gasps and, though he tries to shake his head, his hands slip to fist into your skirts. "but yer my queen—"

"then do as i say."

finally, he smiles, all glow and gleam and shine, and he kisses his laugh into you, like he could pass it to you as his tongue brushes your lower lip. what hunger he speaks of—you can feel it too, growing ravenous underneath your skin as you move one of his hands from your hips to grope at your breasts. your boldness makes him shudder, but he kneads at you all the same, running a thumb over your nipple when it pebbles beneath the fabric.

eijirou groans again, playfulness leaving him as he takes a large step, guiding you backwards and into the bales of hay stacked along the wall. it's the move you've been waiting for, one you've been dreaming of since he did it the first time, and you hastily tug at the ties on the front of your dress when he kisses you so hard that you dip backwards.

the noisy rustle of straw has him stilling, trying to stop your hand as he says, "'m—i won't take you in a barn."

you frown up at him, like a child that's been denied, and make a fist against his hand when he doesn't let you go. "it didn't stop you before."

"and it should've." his lips begin to twist again, reminiscent of his doubt from before. when you lean back into the hay and tug him with you, he follows, but his grip on your wrist doesn't lessen. eijirou sighs and your gut lurches, as if he's going to reject you again. "'m ruinin' yer honor—"

"ruin it, i want you to." you breathe it and his eyes snap to yours, hold loosening enough that you can slip your hand between you to the ties on his trousers. "i want to be yours to ruin."

he doesn't fight it again.

kissing him is wet, heated like the skin over the hard plane of his stomach. it flexes when you run a hand over the thick trail of hair at the base of him and, with a low sound from his chest, he pulls back enough to yank your hand away so that he can untie himself. in his shorts, he's already thickening, and he hardly gives you time to touch him again before he's leaning further into you and hiking your skirts up to your waist.

you do your best to shimmy out of your own underclothes, but eijirou buries his face into what he can of your chest, biting softly, sweetly enough to leave no trace. you wish you could give him all of you, in a bed, in the candlelight as he grunts and groans into your skin, as he moans his love and spills inside of you.

when he licks a slow line up your throat, kissing your neck and jaw and cheeks and lips, you know he wishes for the same.

as soon as you get one leg free, he spreads you open, driving himself closer until you can feel the hard weight of him where you're most sensitive. it makes him curse, harsh and low as you whine his name quietly, and just when you think you can't take the wait any longer, he pulls his shorts down enough to slide his tip through your wetness before pushing himself inside you.

"fuckin'—hell—"

the stretch is bliss, just as it was days ago, when the tension between you snapped like thin ribbons of your dress. all that had been leading up to that moment—this one, too—all the careful, fleeting looks and secret smiles; the steady hand in your own as he helped you to mount your mare; the gentle laugh he shared with you, the funny stories he told to hear your own.

you want him, as badly as you've ever wanted anything, and that should stand for something with fate, shouldn't it?

you dig a hand back into his hair, pulling him closer so that you can return the same affections to the skin below his ear, allowing him and only him to hear the sounds he pulls from you with each slow thrust of his hips.

"sweet, you feel so—"

"eiji—"

and then there's a low thud outside, followed by a distant string of curse words, and you both freeze. hearts in your chest, breath in your lungs. it only takes another boot-step before you're scrambling away from each other.

eijirou tucks himself back into his trousers, lacing them up clumsily before helping you back into your underclothes. you busy yourself with your hair, trying to smooth it down, tucking it behind your ears and back into your ribbons as he adjusts your sleeves, hands shaking just as hard as the fright in your lungs.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—"

"oi, shitty—"

just as the barn door flings open, he jumps from you, turning to face a horse stall with the rake in his hands. his shoulders are shaking with every harsh pant of his breath and you have to tear your eyes from the muscles that tense underneath his linen shirt.

another man stands in the doorway, eyes cutting back and forth from you to eijirou before he bows his head slightly.

"your grace," he murmurs—bakugou, if you remember correctly. when you return his nod, he glares hard at kirishima, who finally turns, all curious with raised eyebrows. "y'got five more stables to do before y'can eat, so hurry up."

kirishima nods, eyes on the floor. "i'll be finished in a moment—"

"you'll be finished now."

he nods once more, fumbling with his tools before leaning them gently against the wall. from even across the stall, you can tell his hands are trembling, watching on as he makes them into tight fists before wiping them against his pants.

and then he passes you, eyes turned down as he whispers a quiet farewell. "m'lady."

when he's gone, bakugou says nothing, only looking at you for a silent, all-too-knowing moment before excusing himself to follow after.

you, yourself, wait, giving them the head-start they need as you will your heart back into its regular rhythm. in your slippers, your toes are still curled, every throb of your nerves still pulsing with remnants of pleasure that you should ignore.

but you won't, you can't, despite what's right or honorable or fated.

you pull the straw from your hair and you straighten your skirts and then you make your way out, up the cobblestone path to your castle tower.

[kusagrasskusa]

Orochimaru X Innocent! Reader - "Flower Crown"

This is sorta based off a story written by @marvelmymarvel called Not Wanted. It's adorable to see how attached Y/N is so Oro in the beginning, so I had to--

WARNING: Wattpad level writing :")

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

"Hmpf!" The girl crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks at the thought of her big brother leaving her. Jiraya snickered at his little sister's adorable face and booped her nose with one hand, the other hand carrying a bag of his clothes and other needs. "Can I at least walk you to the place? I wanna meet the people you'll be staying with."

"You just wanna see if there's a girl on the team, don'tcha?" The 15 year old boy teased, making his little sister whimper cutely. Despite how childish she is, she's actually 14 years old. Yeah she's immature but she isn't stupid or helpless.

"I can't let you get a girlfriend, y'know!" Y/N barked back softly, blushing a little from embarrassment. Jiraya sighed and ruffled Y/N's hair with a caring look.

"I may trade you a lot, but I wouldn't dare hurt you. You don't gotta worry about some woman taken away your big bro's attention." Y/N eased her nerves, nodding. Jiraya smiled sweetly at her and extended his hand for her to take, then walked his way to the waiting post where his sensei and group is.

Jiraya was sure to impress his sister on the walk there, by the way. "And then this huge toad appeared right from under me! It told me I was the best toad summoner it's ever seen. Hell, my sensei and teammates even agreed that I was the best on their team, surpassing even some of greatest ninjas in history." Y/N giggled, nodding her head in agreement with him while thinking in the back of her head, what a lier.

"That's not how I remember it." The two siblings stopped and look ahead, noticing a pair of kids around Jiraya's age standing there. "Actually, didn't a tadpole appear over snd over again? Then sensei insulted you while we laughed?" A girl with blonde hair and a mischievous smirk on her face asked, making Jiraya's face turn red.

"Hey! Don't lie in front of my little sister!" Jiraya hissed, making Y/N giggled. Tsunade looked at the little girl besides him, raiding a brow. The girl looked so soft and sweet, and she was related to a complete idiot?

"Big brother, I know you're lying. You don't need to hide it," Y/N spoke in a sweet little voice that made Tsunade's voice melt.

The blonde appeared in front of Y/N instantly, talking over Jiraya's embarrassed yelling. "Woah, aren't you a cute girl! I'm Tsunade, what's your name?" Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as she examined the blonde.

"I'm Y/N. Are you big brother's girlfriend?" She asked, cocking her head. Tsunade made a face of pure disgust, replying with a hell no. Jiraya, who was now complaining about being ignored, was now complaining about how he wasn't that bad. Tsunade rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the embarrassed Jiraya.

The other person who was waiting by the bridge kept his yellow eyes locked with Y/N's E/C eyes. A light pink spread across her features as she stared at the pale man with a curious look on his face. Ignoring the two yelling people besides her, Y/N walked over to the pale man and bowed her head. "Who might you be?"

"I am Orochimaru. How old are you?" The raven asked back, bowing his head back.

Y/N raised her head and replied, "I'm 14. I'm assuming you're... 15?" The pale boy nodded his head, examining the smaller girl head from toe. Y/N felt nervous under the eye of the boy, but not because she was scared of him. No, she found him attractive; she was the kind of person to find many guys attractive you see.

"You're kimono. I have the same type," the boy spoke again. "However, the flower design is different. It's a pretty feature that suits you well." Y/N smiled at him softly, staring at her feet as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. As she opened her mouth to thank him, he began to walk away from the bridge they were stationed on. He sat down on a patch of flowers and motioned for her to take a seat by him. Hesitantly, Y/N rushed by his side and sat down.

"Your kimono is nice as well. It suits you a lot," she replied as she watched Orochimaru pull a few flowers from the flower bed and tie then together.

"I don't don't understand why you have to make everything so serious all the time! Can't I just have fun and make my sister proud!"

"It's difficult when you're lying to her you idiot! You're gonna corrupt her with your stupidity!"

The two friends argued profusely as Orochimaru and Y/N spoke sweetly to each other in the grass. Y/N now knew that her brother sure as hell wouldn't have a girlfriend anytime soon, so she didn't really worry about Tsunade anymore. Her focus was on the taller man who tightly put a bunch of golden flowers together tied.

"You know, you're not like your brother. You seem like you're quiet, aware of your surroundings, and concerned. I like that about a person," Orochimaru spoke as he put a few more flowers into his flower crown. He was swift in his movements, managing to finish the crown in the five minutes that it took before Tsunade and Jiraya to argue then shush.

"Thank you. You're difficult from most people I've seen too; apparently you prefer solitude and are an amazing fighter by yourself, according to rumor," Y/N explained, her face remaining heated up.

"Indeed I prefer solitude, however I could be better at fighting alone. It's like what I do is never enough."

"Well, I mean, it's good to take a break in order to come back stronger, right? That's what big brother tells me," Y/N explained, watching Orochimaru put in the last few flowers. Just when he finished, he looked over the smaller girl and smiled. Y/N's face reddened when the flower crown was placed on her head softly. "Oh, um-"

"Beautiful. It suits you well," Orochimaru spoke softly as he felt a small smile pull on his features. Y/N felt the flowers on her head and giggled softly, suppressing her excitement. Then Orochimaru stood up, holding out a hand for her. "The two stopped arguing, so we should probably get going now."

"Thank you so much!" Y/N spoke as she was pulled to her feet swiftly. In the background stood a stunned Tsunade and Jiraya, who's jaws hung open and eyes widened.

"What!" They screamed simultaneously, clearly scared as shit. "Is that even Orochimaru!" "Why is he around my sister!" "He's gonna kill her!" "She's gonna go corrupt and kill me!"

"Anyways!" Y/N spoke up, ignoring the worried yells from her brother and the blonde. She turned towards Orochimaru as she reached into a pocket of her kimono, pulling out a little necklace. It had a black string around a little purple gem in the shape of a heart. "Here! I like to work with healing gems and such so uh...this iolite might help you in your mission, hehe."

Oro examined the necklace for a moment, then took it. He examined the heart shaped gem, raising a brow. "You made this? It looks lovely," he stated as he put it around his neck, over his outfit.

"Yep! I sorta like to make things for people a lot so uh...I found a few gems and made things outta them, heh heh. This one is supposed to ease people's minds and bad habits. It might not do much, but I believe it will!" Y/N boosted in her sweet voice, reaching back into her pocket for other necklaces. There was rose quarts, honey calcites, and a painite. "I made a few of these this week, actually."

"Woah!" Tsunade came over, examining the works. "Can I have one?"

Jiraya walked over, hissing, "hey! She's my sister, I should get one!" Y/N giggled and rolled her eyes playfully, handing them both a necklace. As the two put their's on, Y/N hugged her big brother tightly.

"I'm gonna miss you! Be safe, okay?" She whimpered. Jiraya chuckled at her concern, patting her head.

"I'll be fiiine. Don't worry, sis!" He replied as he hugged her back. When they pulled away, Y/N faced Tsunade and Orochimaru, bowing to them.

"Stay safe. I hope we can meet again, you two!" And with a goodbye from those two, Y/N waved goodbye before walking off. When she left, a long talk about the younger girl was spoken from these three.

[borkthemork]

Hi, could I pick your brain about Amphibia? I was wondering what your take was on the wall carving/prophecy thing in the first temple. More specifically, what you thought the big frog creature thing was supposed to represent, if not the Core as the endgame bad guy. I mean, the Core would make sense, but it's never presented as a giant frog. Just curious, thanks!

So there are a lot of theories about the massive frog creature in the endgame, and I think one of the best theories I've seen on the creature could be three specific theories:

1) That this humongous creature is metaphorical entity that encapsulates the theme of stagnation.

2) That the creature was the original wielder of the magic.

OR

3) That the creature is a massive entity that has been the secret boss all this time.

Of course, these are all theories, and since I’m a bit out of tonight, do be warned that I might make a few mistakes while trying to curate this post. But in doing this, I at least hope you’d be able to get some interesting ideas to ponder about regarding the future of Amphibia.

The theories are going to get wild, especially for the last one — the one that I’d been holding onto ever since the end of True Colors — and with Season 3b dropping in a few months, now’s the time to start.

So yeah, let's go!

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Theory One - A Metaphysical Symbol

Let's tackle the metaphorical theory first.

I don't remember who talked about this, and I would appreciate if anyone could find the posts that specifically discussed this, but the theory we’re about to talk about doesn’t place the toad as a physical creature, but a force of nature. Try to imagine it as like Dragon Age Origin's Blight, where instead of a clear origin of what it is, it seems to be more symbolic of what it represents: the antithesis to the show’s theme.

Amphibia had always been about the subject of change. We even have a quote from the show that talks of embracing change and getting a say in what the future looks like as a result, like this is a big theme that goes throughout the very heart of this show.

So in the contexts of the prophecy one could fit that symbolism into its lines if we interpret them into a metaphysical sense.

"Three stars burning bright

Come from beyond to expel the night

Should they fight or embrace the fall

Their choice will determine all"

In this theory, the night is a form of darkness. A form of fight against change and betterment. The theory states that the toad can be representative of stagnation, the inability to come together and ultimately repeat the destruction of previously created things.

If Anne, Sasha, and Marcy are unable to come together and embrace change, something is going to happen, and it's probably going to be bombastic.

However, I am not so sure about this due to specific wording on Andrias's part on the prophecy itself, which we will dive into in our next theory.

Theory Two - The Original Wielder

"The prophecy is being undone, my lord" is one of the first things we get to hear from Andrias's mouth when he finally revealed a bit of his true intentions, and there's a lot of clues to make one think that the prophecy is a physical and spoken thing.

For one, there's a lot of talk about destiny in the show.

There’s a vase that talks about a supposed entity that has never been seen before due to them being underground, remarked upon as if they’re deities, and are now going to become a marker on how the endgame shall go.

But with Andrias, the idea of destiny with the core and his dealings seem to be part of his viewed upon endgame too.

I would also look upon Valerian’s remarks of her group going through numerous calamity users to be able to find “the one”, as if there’s requisites to being “the one” of the Heart gem. Knowing she was the last of her order, and seems to know more from researching the extent of the gems, it makes one ponder why the order had been waiting for someone like Anne to arrive.

It makes one wonder if she and the order had seen some glimpse of the prophecy, or had some idea on what the future lied ahead with the calamity gems in mind.

The fact that in the First Temple there’s a marker that showcases three figures going against the frog makes it probable that this prophecy and this destiny are interwoven somehow, foretold long before the events of Amphibia, and have been crucial if they’re built into the construction of the temples.

Andrias saying “the prophecy is being undone” can talk of many variables, but if he’s referring to the images on the mural, then it comes into question why he doesn’t want this event to occur.

If the mural showcases three people fighting, then why doesn’t Andrias want this outcome to occur? Does he want the arrival of the frog to happen? Does he want the girls to stay alive? Does he not want them to meet?

A few months ago, I had pondered about the very nature of Amphibia and its uses of magic and technology, and one of the things I always pondered about is how the music box got its powered gems in the first place.

It had to come from somewhere. All of this concentrated magic doesn’t just come out of the blue. Somewhere, someone made these gems, and unless the music box came with the package, the gems seem to be created first and foremost out of anything.

And this theory states that the giant toad we’re seeing is not actually an enemy, but the originator of the magic. The one who was stolen from, and has ultimately made their acquaintanceship with the girls.

There aren’t any pieces of evidence that could directly state that the toad is most definitely the bringer of magic, but some people have noted that the mural toad’s hand placement can be seen as either passive or hostile.

Is the toad giving magic to the girls? Are they wielding or showcasing their powers? The fact that their eyes are gems instead of eyes makes one wonder if they’re the literal embodiment of the calamity magic or something else entirely.

But the point still stands that if Andrias wants a prophecy to be undone, that would mean he would need the gems, he needs to make sure that the girls aren’t powered up, and that, whatever happens, the meeting of these four figures should not occur.

If so, then what shall occur is the supposed downfall of Andrias’s perceived destiny.

Theory Three - The Final Boss (Approved by Sonic the Hedgehog)

Now, this one has been curated between me and my Sonic-obsessed friend for months on end, and this may be a bit of a stretch, but follow with me here.

In this theory, the giant frog you see in the mural is the hidden boss. It’s the one that’ll fight the girls at the very end of the story during a massive skirmish in space, and here’s why I’m advocating for this. And this time, we shall be using meta information to add as backing.

Back in July of 24, a person on Twitter had noticed that in Anne’s calamity references, a portion of the ref had been censored out by the creator themself, and when asked what was hiding in the edit, Joe Sparrow basically confirmed that whatever is under there has some spoilers.

We don’t know how big or small the spoilers are, but it’s been an entire year since this post has past, and Joe still hasn’t revealed anything. And it’s been a few months since the end of Season 3A, so it seems pretty likely that Joe won’t show the design until later this year.

So there comes a probability that there is a part of Anne’s powered-up design that might be different and implemented into the final product, something new we haven’t seen before.

Now, one of the inspirations for Anne’s powered up form can be found in Super Sonic.

Super Sonic is one of the most well-known transformations of the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise, and it usually comes about from Sonic being able to gather all seven Chaos Emeralds. This power-up specifically is known for being a massive trump card in facing different forms of evil, so if you ever have played a Sonic game, it’s common to see this hedgehog dish his power-up out sometime during the playthrough.

However, there’s a more powered-up version of Sonic that is still well-remembered by the Sonic fandom, that being the infamous Hyper Sonic.

Hyper Sonic has a few key things to note about regarding his form.

For one, he projects different pieces of imagery out of his body while he fights.

Two, he’s super fast, meaning that he will project past images of himself as he zips around the game.

And three, this form is used in Sonic 3, where he goes up against the final boss in space.

For now, the criteria of Anne’s powers fitting into Hyper Sonic can be placed into speculation territory. After all, not everything is cut and dry, and a lot of influences to Anne’s powers comes from DBZ too to complicate things.

But for now, let’s see if the criteria of Hyper Sonic can fit with what we currently know about Anne’s powers at this point in time.

There doesn’t seem to be anything that can fit this criteria, right?

Well...

She has projected past imagery from her body before. The hallucination even having similar sound bites to how Anne powers up during her fight in True Colors.

She goes so fast that past frames of herself can be seen.

All in all, with the power flowing from her and the effect on her hair, they both look pretty similar when it comes to the design of how it currently functions with what we know so far.

But then that begs the question of what the third portion is all about. Here is where we’re going to be talking about the prophecy, and a few key things I noted with the latest Amphibia interview involving Anna Akana and Matt Braly.

Matt Braly has stated a few times (such as in his interview with Sit Down and Think), that he and the writing staff have used Sonic writing parallels throughout plot-heavy portions of the story before.

This could be with Sonic X and the similar directing sequence of Sonic going to Earth, the Chaos Emeralds being dropped before the teleportation, and Sonic 3′s mural a possible design influence for the titular title card itself.

This mural is of the final, true ending of Sonic 3. In the mural is shows that Sonic is fighting Eggman in space (a pretty well known ending for Sonic videogames to be fair) and he defeats him fully as the Hyper Sonic we’d discussed earlier.

Now, the reason why I emphasized the fighting in space part of this portion is simple.

In an October interview with Matt Braly, Anna Akana, and a few members of the crew, Anna Akana says a specific comment about Season 3b that stuck out to me when she first said it.

Being that Season 3b and the events happening within it will get “cosmic” (26:53) at some point during Season 3b. And since Matt, in that same interview, has talked about how his writers always try to make the finales of Amphibia bigger and better than the last, there’s a small small chance that we might get something bombastic.

Perhaps a final fight in space.

[adelior]

Name: Unconditionally

Author: R. Adelio

Genre: Romance, Minecraft, Comedy, Fluff

Main Lead: Technoblade, Dreamwastaken, DreamXD

Female Lead: Reader

Chapter: 2

Special Addition: Tchnomaid

Letters: 7,463

Tags: Kissing, Deep Kisses, Fluff

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You felt Niki wrap her arms around you, including Tommy and Tubbo. Fundy stood by the entrance with Eret leaning against the wall. "We thought you'd never come back" Niki admitted, tears pouring out of her eyes. "What do you mean? Did something happen?" Tommy pushed himself away from the embrace and looked at Wil, giving him a slight nod.

"Dream has taken away our traveling rights to the Nether. We only found out not too long ago, and when Niki told me you went to get spider eyes from the piglin market I was scared you were going to get trapped in there forever."

"And this is all because I trespassed their fucking territory?!" You questioned, clenching your fists. "Well," Fundy started, stroking his fingers through his hair. "Dream has always been seen as someone strict and demanding. I'm not surprised he's doing this. If we want to gain his trust back we need to go contact... him." He elaborated, making sure to exaggerate the last word.

"Him?" You, Tommy, and Tubbo asked in unison, confused on what Fundy meant. "Men who are on neither side, with odd genetics." Wilbur pinched the bridge of his nose, seeming disappointed that they'd have to go that far as to contact these 'Men'

"Oh!" Tommy perked up, instantly standing. "You mean Techno and Phil?! I haven't fucking seen them in ages! I wonder how they're doing" Eret cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention. "This might just be a rumor but I heard that they are no longer staying in the inn. They moved to a cold tundra where barely anyone inhabits"

"Tundra... We'll have to look more into it." Wilbur shrugged his jacket off, gently wrapping it around you. You looked into his eyes, you could see a mix of emotions, but you weren't too sure on what they were. "Everyone, except for [Name], get ready. We're going to be visiting an old friend."

"Wait a second, why can't I come-" You stood up, only to be stopped by Wilbur himself. "[Name], you still need to finish brewing the potions. Besides you don't know the vicinity well better than we do, you've only been here for a year and a hal-"

"But I don't want to feel useless Wil, please let me come with you I'll do anythi-" The brunette lifted his hand, causing you to stop in place as the rest of the group walked out of the nether portal room. Tubbo looked back, giving you a compassionate smile before following everybody else. "It's best if you stay here. That's an order as your Leader."

"Wh.." You stood there, completely in shock. Never have you experienced Wilbur giving you orders that you were against, especially because it made the both of you seem distant. "I'm sorry." Was all he said before walking away.

The rest of the day was spent alone in your office, lazily brewing the potions that you were ordered to finish. You understood why he made that decision, you knew better than to question his motives. But even so, leaving you alone in this empty house was suffocating.

You darted your gaze over to his leather jacket, the one he gently placed on your shoulders. It was enough to make your heart skip a beat. 'No, I shouldn't' Shaking your head, you put the ingredients away and placed the finished potion bottles into the chest.

Deciding that you should spend the rest of your day exploring the facility, you shrugged your sweater on and turned to follow a path that led to a cave once you left the building. Something that has been catching your attention ever since you arrived. You've never really explored this route, nor did you question anybody about it.

"Do not enter.." You mumbled as you softly swiped your hand over the carvings of the wooden sign. "Shit, then this is probably dangerous." Stepping back, you were about to turn around but you hear a faint voice coming from deep inside the cave, urging you to go further in.

"Come here, human." The voice singsonged, it was comforting yet deep, a voice that sounded similar to the one that Clay had. You looked back as a soft breeze escaped the entrance of the cavern. Usually, when facing obscure and suspicious areas such as this one, you tend to stir away, not wanting to cause any trouble.

But this is different, the voice is so soothing to the point your legs moved on their own. Panic surged through your veins, unable to stop yourself from going deeper into the cave. It was dark, you couldn't see anything but a singular light at the end of the tunnel.

"Good girl.." The masculine voice praised, your cheeks warmed, eyes tightly shut. You refused to see what was beyond you, feeling the presence of something much more superior than yourself. "What is the matter? Are you afraid of me?" It questioned, causing you to vigorously shake your head.

The being chuckled, crouching to your level until his face was close to yours. "I've never seen a beautiful human such as yourself before." He brushed a singular finger over your closed eyelids, only tempting you to open them. "What the hell are you..-" You asked, gulping as you feel its hand travel towards your neck.

You couldn't move, you were unable to lift a single hand. And even if you did you don't think you'd have the courage to hit whatever was in front of you. "It is futile for you to know who I am, human."

The both of you stayed in silence for a few seconds, until you feel the warmth of someone pressing their lips against yours. You quickly opened your eyes, only to be met with a dazzling emerald gaze. "What are y-" Once your lips parted, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth where your muscles danced.

"Sleep my gem," You heard his voice in your head, "We will meet again soon." Darkness, the next second you saw nothing but the void. "This is simply a see you next time gift." He whispered against your mouth, a smirk breaking out.

Your body jolted forward, causing you to wake up from your slumber. You quickly looked around, scanning your surroundings, it was your bedroom. "What the hell, was that all just a dream?" The realization hit you when you blinked the tiredness away. 'I JUST MADE OUT WITH SOME RANDOM MAN IN MY DREAM-'

You slouched forward, pounding your fist against the bed. 'WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME-' The more you think about how the kiss made you feel the more your face burned. "UGHHHHHHHHHHH" Throwing one of your pillows towards the door, you didn't expect Wilbur to show up, the cushion hitting his face.

"Oh shit-"

Wil stared at you in confusion, pillow in hand. "Is something wrong?" He asked, walking to where you sat on your bed. "No, don't worry about it" You lied, darting your eyes anywhere but the man who you crushed on. The feeling of guilt surging through you as you recalled the 'dream'

"It doesn't look like it." He sighed, sitting at the end of your bed. "[Name], did something happen when we were gone?"

"HM?" You snapped your head towards him, causing the brunette to jump a bit. "Oh nothing at all, hahaaahhah" Awkwardly laughing, you forced out a cough. "Why do you ask-"

"Well... When we arrived you were passed out in your office. You seemed drained so I carried you here. It's been 19 minutes."

"Oh, I was just tired there's no need to worry!" Sitting there with a dumbfounded expression, the image of the man you kissed in your dream flashed in your head. 'Why am I so shameless..-' You silently cursed yourself for imagining it once more, a random man out of all things. Despite your reassuring words, Wil looked at you as if he had something on his mind.

"If you say so."

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ec: @quacobs (instagram)

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Tell me about Soul Traitor! I don't think I've seen it mentioned before?

Lol you know I had a feeling this one would come up. 😉 So during my Birthday Plot Bunnies this year, I posted this story starter, and it seemed to get the most attention.

Summary: Betrayal among soulmates is unheard of in all the free races of Arda, yet that’s exactly what Durin, King of Khazad-dûm, endures. Heartsick and angry, he damns the Valar for their choice and earns their wrath in return. He and his former lover will be reincarnated until the wrong between them is righted. Thorin, Durin’s latest reincarnation, believes nothing can break that curse and instead mounts a quest for the Arkenstone to free his people of theirs. Gandalf, the meddlesome wizard, offers a Burglar for their quest. A hobbit burglar who will help Thorin uncover more than just a gem.

As for a sneak peek, I've been jumping around a bit on the story, but this is some of what I've been working on. A flashback to Durin's POV before the trial in the link above. Fair warning: PREPARE FOR HIGH CALIBER ANGST!

Durin couldn’t stay away any longer. His heart, his soul was calling to him. Gelbim and the rest of his council reminded him he had to conduct a trial the next morning that he couldn’t be compromised for. To their king, their words were well-spoken and logical. However, entering that dungeon was not King Durin VI, but the heartbroken dwarf wishing more than anything that his One was not sitting down here in the cold and dark with a life sentence hanging over his head.

“Madoc.” He whispered in the dark.

He heard movement from the far cell, and he zeroed in on the location. His curly haired holbyta stood gripping the bars tightly. His bright hazel eyes were swallowed by the black around him, but were still so readable. It hurt Durin to see such fear in his One, but the longing he saw reflected back was a good sign. Madoc reached out slowly through the bars as if afraid of rejection and let his hand cup Durin’s face. The dwarf king leaned into the gesture relishing the warmth that burst underneath his skin at the touch of his One. A sob escaped Madoc, and Durin realized with a start that the holbyta didn’t realize it was truly him.

“I love you.” He stated in broken syllables.

Durin didn’t hesitate to push himself up against the bars as far as he possibly could and take Madoc’s mouth with his own. The holbyta responded back enthusiastically, as his hands reached as far as they could to wrap around the dwarf’s neck and shoulders. The steel biting into their faces was ignored as much as possible with only the frustration at not having more finally being what broke them apart. Durin panted, his body tense with desire and the injustice in seeing his One is such dire conditions in his own kingdom. He took Madoc’s palm, stroking the acorn imprinted there, and placed it over his heart where his own oak tree stood tall. The warmth of the SoulFire was almost enough to bow him over as he could physically feel Madoc’s love course through him.

“Let me help you.” He pleaded. “I don’t care at this point whether it was you or not. Say something, anything. Tell me the goblins did it, and I will send a hunting party straight through the very bowels of the Mountains! We can work this out, together. Just don’t make me…”

Durin trailed off as his head slumped forward. His eyes burning with unshed tears at the mere idea of this being their last day together. Madoc’s hands gently stroked through Durin’s locks, his fingernails lightly teasing his scalp. A calming gesture he had used often during their marriage.

“I love you.” Madoc purred.

For a small moment, Durin let himself be washed away with the loving gestures and words of his One. Then, there was a tickle at the back of his mind that wouldn’t go away which forced him to prod deeper only to come to a horrifying realization.

“Madoc, where is the Arkenstone?” Durin demanded.

The holbyta mouth dropped open, his eyes wide and fearful.

“I…” He started to say, looking like he was wrestling with unfamiliar words before giving up with a sigh. “I love you.”

Durin immediately pulled away. It was as he feared. Ever since Madoc returned and was arrested, he’s done nothing but repeat those same three words. Was it resignation to the inevitable? Or was it a cover to keep Durin from doing what he had to do as king? The dwarf spared a prayer to his Maker for the former.

“Madoc.” He repeated his husband’s name with more authority.

His husband hated when he did that. Even now, Durin could see his eyes narrow in the dark. However, Madoc held his tongue. He’s never done that before.

“You have to tell me the truth right now. Yes or no, you have to give me an answer or I’m walking out that door, and you are facing the executioner’s block. Please! For Mahal and Yavanna above! Did you take the Arkenstone?”

The smaller male’s shoulders sagged under the weight of the dwarf king’s demands. His eyes lost all the fight he had left as he gave a single nod. Durin sucked in a sharp breath forcing himself to press on past the pain blooming in his chest.

“Can you tell me where it is now?”

This time a timid shake of his head. It was such a small gesture to undo the dwarf completely. He felt numb as he stood there, staring at the creature he had trusted with his people, his son, his heart, and his soul. Now a traitor to all.

“It’s all been a ruse, hasn’t it?” He finally dared to whisper past the invisible vice on his throat.

A horrific sob worked its way out of Madoc’s body as he practically shook the bars reaching out for him and shaking his head vehemently. Durin took two steps back, his eyes wide and haunted.

“I don’t know how, but you tricked me into thinking you were my One. You can’t betray your soul. My One couldn’t betray me as you have.”

“I LOVE YOU!” Madoc shouted, looking more desperate and pathetic by the second.

Durin took another step back and another, before he finally turned his back on the wails and pleas booming in the dungeon behind him. Only when he was out of sight and sound did he find his strength left him, and he fell against the walls of his mountain fortress. His own sobs competing with the echoes in his head. He tried to convince himself that Madoc wasn’t his One. That he wasn’t about to sentence his soulmate to death. His heart and soul weren’t as easily sold.

[knockknockchicagopd]

❛ I'M NOT BULLETPROOF ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Hello, here’s the request all sort out ... could I get a Antonio imagine where the reader is related to someone on the unit? With the prompts (fluff 3/ 7) and also could you make it smut? Thank you once more!

❚❙ PROMPTS: “I just wanted to hear your voice”. / “We can pretend that nothing happened last night, but it did”.

❚❙ ANTONIO DAWSON MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 2k.

❚❙ WARNINGS: nsfw, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

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“Hey…”

“Antonio?”

Sitting up on your bed tossing away the sheets, you turn on the small lamp somewhat worried. It's too late and his gloomy tone of voice worries you. For Jay, you know it hasn't been a good week in the way of the delicate case they have had in his hands. A guy who used to rape and murder officers, just because he thought they didn't deserve to live. In the academy, the instructors teach you to catch the bad people but not to deal mentally with what they do. Every cop has their own way to confront him. Your brother, for example, likes to play videogames to escape from the world.

“You okay?” Whispering, you curl up your legs to your chest, resting your cheek on them.

“Yeah, just wanted to hear your voice”.

You can't help but draw a shy smile on your lips, feeling your face slightly burning. You can't lie and say that he hasn't attracted you since Jay introduced you. He has always been kind and tender, and more funny than your middle-brother had told you.

Last night you went to dinner after work and he drove you to your house. And no, you weren't expecting him to kiss you, just as he wasn't expecting you to correspond it with something else than a physical attraction. You can assure that you're in love with him, but you know you are falling for him a little more every time Antonio looks at you and smiles for no reason.

“Whe—Where are you?”

“Close to the beach. Walking. Clearing my head”.

Puckering your lips, placing your eyes over the large window in front of your bed, you try to not succumb to a new necessity you didn't know you had.

“Wanna come over…?”

“I'd like it”. The murmur appears after some seconds of silence, racing your heart for an instant.

“'Key, see you now”. Biting your bottom lip to contain a smile, you hang up the call.

You decide to get up from bed, being aware that if you stay there you'll end up falling asleep again. The beach isn't too far from your house, knowing the way to perfection. It's your favorite place to have something for dinner after a long shift in the cafeteria you work in. Taking the advantage to bring some order in your flat, you lose track of time till the knocks on the main door claims your attention.

Accommodating your hair, you lead your bare feet to the entrance not being able to hide the soft smile that curves up the corners of your lips, when you receive him. Antonio looks tired to death, not wasting time to hug you under the door frame. Surrounding his neck with both arms you take a step to hold him closer, being overwhelmed by all the sensations he is transmitting to you in such a simple gesture.

The hug lasts longer than you could think, not being bothered by that, enjoying every second of his warmth wrapping you. Hearing him sigh with his forehead resting over your shoulder, you push some distance between both to let him come inside and close the door after his steps.

“Wanna drink something? I have beer, coke, whisky… Water?”

“No, I'm good”. He just replies, taking off his jacket to hang it on a chair. “Listen… we can pretend that nothing happened last night. But it did. I don't wanna put pressure on you and I know who your brothers are, but… I really like you. I've been thinking about you, about us, the whole day. In my job you know when you start to work, but you don't know if you'll come home and I don't want to lose the opportunity of being with you, of leaving this world knowing… that I've made you happy”.

These words, the desperation in his voice as he is finishing them, leaves you speechless. Your brain is trying to process what Antonio has just said, keeping his trembling hands inside the pocket of his jeans. The first thing you can think about is that you don't care about Jay, nor Will. They only want for you a man who treats you like you deserve. The best of the best. And the man in front of you is it.

“I can leave, if you wan'me to”.

“Wh— no, no, no”. You fastly reply, taking the steps enough to shorten the distance between the two of you, aware that you've spent too many seconds without saying anything, making him doubt that you don't feel exactly like he does. “I… Antonio, I…”

As soon as you understand that you're not able to form a sentence with sense, you simply place your hands on both sides of his neck while standing on your tiptoes, to crash your lips on his. It doesn't take him by surprise, being what he was waiting for more than for a talk. Bending down slightly, he lifts you up to urge you to surround his waist with your legs. The necessity of feeling each other closer and closer is suffocating you, leaving you breathless because of the passion concentrated in the kiss.

Antonio brings you to your room fastly than you can assimilate, falling on the bed when his knees collide with the mattress. The kiss breaks because of the laughs with a sensation of joyful filling up your chests. Helping him with his t-shirt to throw it somewhere on the floor, you roll up over his body before attacking his lips again. Biting, sucking and tasting them. Deepening with his tongue invading your mouth to play with yours. His hands paw your body almost desperate to memorize every inch of your anatomy, landing them on your ass when he feels the friction against the rock under his jeans, as soon as you swing your hips.

Antonio tosses off his shoes, heel against heel, sliding his fingers over your body to grab the gems of your t-shirt and take it off to discover your soft and sweet skin. Normally, both you and him, would enjoy some foreplay; but not this time. Not after long months of containing the desire to be together in every way. He needs to be inside you. You need him to be inside of you. And while his lips devour your breasts helping himself with a hand, stealing your honeyed moans, the other undoes his belt and the zip of his jeans. Three simply pulls down and his hardness breaks free to his abdomen.

You can't help but lick your lips strongly, urging you to lie on your back to watch him roll down the black thong left on you by your thighs. The fire burning within his eyes gives you chills, not being able to break eye-contact. Settling himself between your legs, spreading them for his delight, his right hands goes straight to his dick; jerking himself off to prepare for you.

“Look at me…” He almost begs with a broken thread of voice, as his glans rubs your center slowly, playing with your mind. “We're on time to stop”.

“I don't want you to”. Your lips brushes his, wrapping his neck with both arms.

You couldn't regret it. You couldn't regret letting him walk into your life. For letting him love you with so much kind and tenderness. Antonio is everything you could have dreamt with all your life, and you're not going to let him go. He just nods in silence with his eyes fixed on yours, digging himself inch by inch inside you. The warmth and the wetness within your cunt make him grunt and shake slightly, feeling by his part how his length forces your wall a little creating a delicious sensation.

“Fuck…” You sigh nailing your fingertips on the back of his neck when he reaches your limits.

Buried deep inside you, one of your legs surrounds his waist trying to push him closer.

“You feel so good, amor”. He babbles pecking your lips with sloppy kisses, placing his right hand on your thigh, as the other wraps your middle back. “You wan'me to move?”

“Please, Antonio”.

He feels proud of hearing you imploring, moving his hips back enough to go forth again, starting a slow dance that curls your tiptoes and causes your eyelids to close. It feels like your bodies are made exactly for the other, fitting to perfection. Soon, your whimpers fill up your room, creating a pleased and delighted echo that it's like a celestial song for the man satisfying you as his only worry tonight. He has the imperious necessity of demonstrating you every single thing he has carried inside his heart since Jay introduced you.

Thrust after thrust, moan after moan, the atmosphere around you is full of heat and devotion for each other. Antonio nails his teeth in your neck without warning you, feeling the tip of his tongue pressing down your skin with soft caresses, being aware that tomorrow you will have a new tattoo. From your lips escape some giggles mixed with surprised gasps, being the match that lights the wildfire inside you.

With a quick move, not knowing where the strength has come from, you sit over him making him laugh. Putting your hands on his bare chest, Antonio travels his to your hips while resting his head on the pillow. If he wasn't in love before, now he really is, watching you taking control. He hasn't ever seen a most beautiful view; you, rocking your body over his, dragging your nails on his skin to bristle it wherever they venture, your breasts almost bouncing with every move (...). If his body were a temple, you would be his goddess without a single damn doubt.

And you can't help but speed up the pace, synchronizing your pleased vocals in a perfect melody all around; increasing them as the knot in your lower belly becomes more suffocating, running your lungs out of air. One of Antonio's hands is placed in your middle back, pushing you down to catch your lips with his. He has declared himself an addict since the very first moment he touched them.

The pearls of sweat decorate your foreheads, as the moans are constant and you can't delay it anymore. The orgasm explodes inside you like fireworks screaming out his name, not caring about the fact that your neighbors can hear you, feeling his hot seed filling you up with a last push to your g-spot. An indescribable sensation that has you two breathless.

You can't help but utter a grunt of disappointment when he pulls himself out of you, falling by a side of your bed trying to catch back your air. Looking at Antonio, the two of you giggle inevitably being conscious of what just happened. But it feels good. It feels so good. Stretching his arms towards you to embrace you against his body, he leans a little to press his lips on yours with so much tenderness, leaving a sigh on them. Resting your heads on the pillow, you place a hand on his cheek to caress it gently with your thumb, watching him close his eyes to only focus on your touch.

“The first time I saw you… I knew your smile would give me some trouble”. You mumble, feeling his grip become a little tightly.

“Did it, uh?”

“Not the kind I thought”.

Antonio chuckles licking his bottom lip, shrugging funnily.

“I'm not gonna say I'm sorry, baby”.