#I fear I've got the vapors

[wombywoo]

pining ♡

based on @valiants historical au which I can't stop thinking about...

[adickaboutspoons]

Read this post, and now I've got a scenario without a story stuck in my head and I'm going to make it everyone else's problem Biker Ed & his buddies are refueling at a gas station when he notices a (smokeshow) posh-looking guy walking into the attached convenience store. He gives Jack a friendly shoulder-check. "Bet I can get his number." Last night Jack got digits from 2 (crazy hot, but, accent on the crazy) ladies at the bar, & he's been insufferable ever since. "What? Fancy Britches over there?!" Jack hoots, following it with a raucous guffaw. Ed swivels his head around; surely Smokeshow heard Jack, even though he & the boys are clustered around the pumps furthest from the door, but, thankfully, Smokeshow is already inside. Jack gives him the side-eye. "You're not serious, right? Since when is that guy your type?" Since Ed laid eyes on him & he instantaneously punched every single one of Ed's buttons in a way that no one ever has before. But Ed snorts & shrugs, "Yeah, nah. That's what makes it a challenge. Like. Does that look like the kind of guy who want to give a guy like me his number?" Ed desperately hopes he's the kind of guy who will give Ed his number. And his address. And his fucking hand in marriage, maybe. "Let's make it interesting," Ed says, & that got Jack's attention. "20? No. 40 bucks says I get his number." For a long moment Jack doesn't say anything. He regards Ed, & Ed's half certain he's sussed it out - that Ed isn't after a challenging mark to prove to his friends he can pull whoever he wants; he's desperate for this to work & more than a little terrified that it won't - psyching himself up by adding stakes so the fluttery fear in his tum won't talk out of taking his shot. If he doesn't get a move on, whole thing'll be moot. He feels the enormous weight of the seconds as they tick away. Jack scoffs. "Yeah. Why not? You crash & burn & I get your cash. You get his digits, & I get a good laugh when you busts his chops for thinking he ever had a chance. Sounds like a win-win to me." Ed tries not too look too eager when he scuttles across the parking lot. Smokeshow comes out the door just as he's reaching for the handle. He gives a little startled "Oh" then hurriedly steps to the side, holding the door for Ed to go through with a soft, polite smile. Oh fuck. Up close he's gorgeous, & that smile? It teases out a dimple on one side that Ed wants very much to kiss. "Uh. No. No thanks," Ed stammers. He clears his throat. "I'm Ed." Smokeshow is still smiling, but confusion crinkles his brow. "Nice to meet you, Ed. I'm Stede," he replies. "Wanna do something weird?" Ed says, half-expecting Stede to break into a dead run. Stede isn't running. Stede is leaning closer, his eyebrows hiked with interest. "I just bet my buddies $40 I could get your number. If you do me a solid, I'll split the bounty with you. Just write a number on my hand - doesn't even have to be yours." Please please please let it be his. Stede laughs &, oh god, he's even cuter when he laughs. Ed's heart stutters in his chest. "Well... Do you have a pen?" Ed does have a pen, but with the way his palms are sweating he's pretty sure the number is going to be completely illegible in, like, 3 seconds. Stede is done writing, but he's not letting go of Ed's hand. "Um..." he says shyly, "do you thinks a little kiss on the cheek might really sell the bit?" Ed is not going to have a number written on his hand anymore because his body is going to simply vaporize, but he just nods & says "Yeah. Sure. Good thinking." Stede leans in & as his lips brush against Ed's cheekbones (fuck his lips are soft. Does he just, like, endlessly apply chapstick or), he whispers, "Number's real. Give it a ring and we'll work out a time & place to split the loot." Then he's gone. By the time Ed's brain catches up to this fact, Stede's car is turning right onto the highway. Ed's brain must have hitched a ride or something, because he has no idea how he got back to his bike, or what Jack is whinging about as he grumpily stuffs $40 into his hand.

[realizinau]

Chat. there is ONE oc of mine I have been wanting to post about forever, since people have made me art of him but I've never posted him publicly so yall have no idea whats up 😭

HERE HE IS FINALLY. This is Watcher Wasp! He is older than the other critters at about 15, hence why he looks a bit different. He is meant to be an older brother to Bailee and he's revealed around the same time.

More information below the cut. Also there's a drawing down there that's got some mild eyestrain and eye contact stuff going on so just be aware of that :)

He serves a very specific function, that being he was created to be a sort of backup for the staff in case any toys became aggressive. He breathes a potent nerve agent, which can down pretty much anything in a matter of seconds.

The staff attempted to be smart about giving one of their toys such a strong weapon though. First of all they made him completely mute, so he doesn't have a chance to accidentally breathe out toxic vapor.

They also treated him quite terribly during his creation, in hopes that a fear of the staff would develop and stick with him even when amnesia was induced.

This worked well, maybe a little too well. He was petrified of the staff to the extent he'd obscure any bad behavior from other toys that didn't absolutely require him to report, just so they didn't have to be potentially reprimanded by the staff.

He had no idea why he feared the staff to such an extent, but he was absolutely positive the other toys would be harmed if he allowed them to be around the staff. He felt like he needed to protect them, given he was positioned as an older brother and authority figure.

Personality wise he comes off very calm and sort of cryptic. While he is generally a chill person, he is also extremely anxious. His constant fear doesn't fit into the personality of the character he's meant to be, so his cool big brother personality is mostly a facade.

Ok that was long- As an apology heres more drawings of Watcher LMAO. Hope you guys like him and his mortal coil!

[bogleech]

What are your favourite dragon quest monsters across the entire series?

The first Dragon Quest Monsters game I've ever gotten to play wound up being the first one to leave out exactly the top three I looked forward to getting:

GIANTSLUG/MAULUSC: I'm pickier about slug and snail creatures than you maybe expect but I love the vapid drippy zombie face of the DQ slug. It perfectly captures the appeal of a slug as a monster, a mindless gooey thing that will just eat you without a care. And its classic color scheme is that of a Banana Slug!!

BELZEBUB: I am also picky about fly creatures; usually I want them to have the proboscis present in some way, and the correct number of wings (two). There's something I still love about the toothy mouth of Belzebub however, maybe the way it curls up between the eyes? It just does a good job capturing the feel of a fly's personality I guess.

DARKEYE/EYELASHER: eye creatures can also very easily feel a bit boring to me because I've just seen so, so many of them, but DQ's basic killer eyeball appeals to me a lot with its irregular fungus-like collection of tentacles. The little root branches on "top" are especially cool to me, and sometimes they're the bottom, because they represent where the eyeball attaches to either floors or ceilings! In a few games, they're even encountered as parasites inside bigger monsters!

I used to admire the guidebook to the first two DQ Monsters games as a kid but never had the games themselves, and never got around to any other DQ titles. I just spent my whole life waiting for just the right one where I'd finally get to assemble my three favorites, then finally this new one comes out and has to be the first time these three took a vacation :( But, Dark Prince was at least nice enough to include exactly my next three favorites in the franchise. I went over them already in my DQM Dark Prince post but some people will see this post first so I will have to reintroduce them:

DROHL: droopy flappy membranous mollusk guys, honestly horrible looking in a great way. In 3d games it turns out their helmetlike head spirals in the back like a snail shell! Apparently they're meant to be troll-like beings.

LUNATICK: just a blue fleshy sac thing with gooey antennae, a bunch of tentacles (most of them segmented like worms!) and a little eyeball, perfect, no criticisms, also reminds me of what Berserk considers an "Incubus:"

(Don't worry, Berserk Incubus aren't sex monsters but monsters that give you nightmares and feed on the fear)

TAILEATER/MAD MOLLUSK: I love how pathetic their front face looks, and the whole shape is so pleasantly reminiscent of an abyssal sea cucumber of some kind.

SKULLROO/GUAARDVARK: I didn't even realize this was one of my top favorites until getting it in Dark Prince. It's an unpleasant wrinkly fat aardvark kangaroo thing that just always carries a human skull around. Its profile says they collect them and the one they carry is their favorite! A lot of slightly lower favorites were also left out however, none of these are in Dark Prince but are very high up there to me:

PYURO: what is this thing? I don't know! Different games have categorized it as an insect or a plant. It's a furball with five eyes encircling a butterfly proboscis, two little legs and a big huge ring of flower petals behind it. Very xenobiology.

TONGUELLA: it's kinda like a dumpy, hairless sloth with an aardvark tail with a mushed-in dog face and a giant gross tongue. I guess I just like foul moist beasts. I wish this was a real mammal we had in the world, I bet it'd smell terrible. Feels like a perfect counterpart to Guaardvark.

SLURPERON: it's one tiny pitcher plant with a giant tongue and then it has cool reptilian eyes at the bottom end. So simple and so rad! A fun way to stylize a pitcher plant monster without ripping off Victreebel.

SICKLER: is a little tiny mantis in a robe, like the Tonberry from Final Fantasy but a mantis

RAGIN' CONTAGION: a newer one, a gooey vaporous cyclops ghost that represents disease. In its first appearance as a boss in the series the English localizers decided it should talk like Yosemite Sam. Sure why not!

So I like the new game and it gave me some new favorites like Skellyfish and new appreciation for some others, but oddly it only has my very middle all-time faves

[silliest-donkey]

Even in the earliest hours of the morning, Jackson had a lively neighborhood. The faint sounds of children laughing and facilities opening was paired with the soothing scents of breakfast and wet wood.

The crispy snow crunched softly under the firm pressure of Dina's boots. On her way to the stables, the air was nippy, as twirly snowflakes silently fell all over her hair and clothing, adding new layers to the already frozen ground.

Maria had assigned her a new patrol partner. Of course, to top it all, Dina had no idea what the person looked like. The only information she got was that she would be patrolling with the scariest girl of whole Jackson - if she listened to the rumors. Which was not in her habits. So, she basically knew... nothing at all.

When she entered the stables, you were already there, fully set and ready next to your horse. You were not paired with anyone, and judging by the looks people were giving you, the brunette assumed you were her newly assigned partner.

Oh boy oh boy. C'mon, D. Don't panic. You got this.

"Hey, I'm Dina, but you can call me D. I don't believe we've met before." she stated with a friendly look, holding out her hand, waiting for you to reciprocate the handshake.

As soon as you locked eyes with Dina, the warm hues of her brown pupils pulled you in. Looking at her for the first time felt like drowning into endless pools of honey.

"Maria set me up as your new patrol partner." You softly stated, wrapping your pinky finger onto hers in some sort of a clumsy handshake. You were taken aback by her striking charms.

Dina smirked at your unusual gesture, gently shaking your pinky with her own.

"You must be the sniper I've heard so many people talk about, huh?"

"Positive." You replied, before gently pulling away.

Dina gave you a firm, confident nod. You did not look so bad after all. She held back a snort, suddenly feeling ridiculous for fearing your encounter. She let her gaze linger on your hands - which were barely sticking out of your coat, like a child's. The end of your fingers had turned pink because of the cold weather. You were fidgeting with the reins of your horse, shyly shifting on your feet. You two had just met, but your new colleague was already thinking you were adorable.

Dina cleared her throat before she spoke again, trying to steer the conversation away from her insistent staring.

"Damn, the way people talk about you, I thought I'd meet someone a lot more menacing. They call you the 'Poker-Faced Sniper' around here, after all."

"Huh?"

You stared at her mischevious smile in disbelief. The rumors about you seemed to have taken an uncontrollable toll over your image. Dina's eyes watched you expectantly, waiting for some badass comeback or flexing monologue. Surprisingly, you just stood there like some cartoon character waiting to get a cream pie thrown at their face.

The brunette's playful giggle broke the awkward silence. She moved over next to you, folding her arms.

"They always say one thing about you... She's very beautiful as well." she stated, the softness of her lips crimping into her signature lopsided sneer.

You turned to face her, nonchalantly leaning on your side against the stable's wall.

"Do you find me beautiful?"

Dina's long eyelashes fluttered. For a few seconds, her smirk faltered. There was something with the way you talked that made her feel weak in the knees. Or maybe it was something about how your hair framed your face perfectly when you flipped around to look at her. Or your unwavering gaze. Or...

Fucking hell. What am I doing?

"I find you as beautiful as a wet mop on a Monday morning."

Sweet.

The horses treaded carefully through the deep snow, their powerful steps breaking the stillness of the wintery forest. Snow-dusted pine trees reached their slender arms toward the sky, their branches weighed down by the heavy snowfall. With each exhale, the horses' breath formed plumes of misty vapor, visible against the backdrop of a crystalline blue sky.

You two had cleared the first half of the patrol in complete silence. Ah, wait, you two? Not exactly, no. You had dispatched most of the infected by yourself in a record time. The more it went on, the more Dina had trouble keeping up. You were simply infuriating. Infuriatingly skilled, infuriatingly fast, infuriatingly quiet, infuriatingly efficient...

Infuriatingly pretty.

Dina let out an exasperated sigh as she hurried her horse towards yours. Why was she still thinking about this?

"So, how's the wet mop doing? Pretty good, huh?" you taunted, breaking the silence after two hours of tension.

Dina bit down on her lip, holding back a myriad of curse words. How were you so effortlessly attractive in every damn thing you did?

"...doing more 'pretty' than good" she let out bluntly.

You grinned maliciously at her visibly flustered expression, slowing down your horse so it could ride alongside hers.

"Ha! Are you finally admitting to my irresistible beauty, or are you afraid my stealth game's unmatched?"

"Honey, your beauty was never the question. But if you think your stealth game is so unmatched, why don't you hide your insecurities as well? I can still see them as clear as day."

You never thought you'd hear such harsh words coming from her mouth. You tilted your head to the side. Something was wrong. Neither the lustful look in her eyes or her almost loving tone matched the mean speech she had delivered to your face. But you decided to play along.

"Excuse me?!" you dramatically scoffed, leaning in from your horse, invading her personal space.

Dina let out a low chuckle. She suddenly turned her head to face yours, a wavy strand of her dark, flowy hair dangling over your lips. "Excuse me." she talked back in a sultry voice.

Before you could ask what the hell was she suddenly apologizing for, you felt her hand slowly creep over your thigh as your horses walked next to eachother. She palmed the inner corner of your leg which was shaking back and forth on the side of your saddle, her cold fingers getting dangerously close to your crotch.

"What the fuck?" you managed to mutter, completely taken aback by the wild switch-up in her behavior. One second she was roasting your whole family tree, the next she was hitting on you.

You felt your breath hitch as she leaned in closer, her cupid's bow teasing the lobe of your ear.

"People in town say a lot about you. They say...you reject all the boys. Is that true?"

The familiar, blood curling sound of infected screeches came from the building across the path, breaking the moment. Dina instantly fixed her posture on her saddle, taking out her gun in a swift move.

"Let's get this over with."

Your feisty patrol partner galloped away, her bun untying in the process. As she passed right beside you, your nostrils caught a warm vanilla flavor, before a brutal ponytail slap on the face pulled you out of your daydreaming. You cursed under your breath. This woman was really going to be the death of you.

"Four runners - on your left!"

"On it, D."

Dina had gotten used to your pace after taking a closer look to your moving patterns and strategies. Now she felt more at ease. When you were actually in sync, you two made a pretty great team, to say the least. After she was done covering her part, she moved back to your side.

Dina watched in awe as you deftly wielded your blade, each movement precise and deadly. The steel glinted in the dim light, reflecting the sharpness and focus of its handler at each firm stab.

Suddenly, a creaking sound alerted her ears. It didn't take her much time to realize the tiles under your feet would be soon collapsing. Dina shoved you away only a few seconds before a good half of the floor tumbled down over itself. She reached out to pull you close in a tight, reassuring embrace, enveloping you in a securing veil of softness. Her fingers gripped onto you, firm yet gentle, as she held you close, your hearts racing in unison.

You both let out a deep exhale you didn't know you were holding. Maybe it was the stress of the busy patrol you two had just completed, or the fact that this building was unsafe even after clearing it out because it was crumbling down in ruins and decay. Maybe it was simply the cold that made you two crave for the warmth of someone else's body.

But neither you, nor Dina, wanted to pull away from the unexpected embrace. Actually, maybe, just maybe, you two had grown to like each other.

The brunette felt your body turn around, your arms encircling her waist. She let you bury your head into her chest, and slowly stroked your hair with one hand.

"There there. You're fine. I'm here. It's over, you're safe."

Her other hand drew slow, soothing circles around your back. As she tightened her grip around you, her signature vanilla-like scent enveloped you like a comforting blanket. The soft curves of her frame clicked perfectly into yours, as if your bodies were designed to fit against one another.

You couldn't remember how long it was since you had received a compassionate hug like this. Or just a simple hug in general. It had also been a long time since someone had actually, genuinely cared about you the way Dina did just now. No, wait, actually, it never even happened in your life before. No one had done it like her. No one could do it the way she does.

You have been stuck in some kind of uneasy mood these days. You were the "if anyone gives me a hug right now I'm probably gonna cry" type.

You let a few tears run down your face, praying they would go unnoticed.

"Dina..."

Your shaky voice caught her attention immediately.

"Yeah?" she replied with a gentle tone, looking at your face which was buried into her coat with caring eyes.

"...nothing. I just wanted to say your name. It's...comforting. I like it. I like you." you mumbled, your voice vibrating against her chest.

Such genuine, sweet words made Dina's heart flutter.

"Anyway, pretty sure we're done." you muttered, gently pulling away to walk towards the exit of the building.

Your patrol partner followed you. She noticed smudged tear stains over the fabric of her coat. She chose not to comment on it - but she needed to do something about it. She needed to find something, anything that could make you smile. No matter how stupid she was going to look, she needed to do it for you.

Just when you were about to mount your horse, she held you back.

"Not so fast."

You turned around to face her shy lopsided smile. She gently tugged on your sleeve.

"There's something I want to show you before we leave..."

"So that's it, huh? Just...silly little flowers?"

Dina playfully shoved your arm. "Ah, c'mon! Quit being so grumpy and admit it's cute. You don't usually see flowers in winter, especially not blooming out of snow, do you?"

You burst out laughing while your patrol partner was eyeing you up with a sheepish expression.

"These are called...snow drops. They usually bloom when spring is coming. And what makes them so special is that nothing can stop them from coming out of the ground, even if it means poking out of layers of snow."

You nodded in stunned silence, impressed by Dina's knowledge. Deep down, you knew you admired her for more than just that, still, you thought she probably didn't want compliments from a 'wet mop'. Before you could open your mouth to call her a nerd, she stopped in her tracks right in front of you, turning around. Her hair had completely come undone by now, cascading down her shoulders, perfectly complimenting her face which was tinted by a natural blush from the blizzard. When her eyes met yours, they lit up instantly, their familiar brown tint almost turning to gold.

Your hands intertwined together. You felt Dina's shaky fingers give yours a gentle squeeze, before her voice resonated once more through the chilly air.

"You know... you're just like a snow drop to me. You're someone people look up to. You're someone we think about when we have better days in mind. And I'm not just talking about your contribution to Jackson's community, I- I'm not close to you, but the more I spend time with you, the more I realize just how special you are - how much you come out of the snow."

Your eyes widened.

No one had ever said such words to you. You simply stood there, trying to process how wholesome that just was.

Meanwhile, your patrol partner's gaze darted to the ground. She was visibly panicking - yes, she had planned this, but she had unintentionally poured her whole heart into it. She muttered in defeat.

"...sorry...that was stupid...I shouldn't have-"

"C'mere." you cut her off as you sat down on a massive log, patting the spot next to you.

The brunette did as she was asked. Her brown pupils dilated as they met yours, trapping you in a velvet-like embrace. You contemplated the best way to reply to her sudden compliment. There were so many things flashing through your mind, so many words you wanted to say to her. The two of you stared at each other in silence for a few moments, lost in infatuation.

"You still haven't replied to my question." Dina's eager voice broke the silence.

You raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I asked you... is it true that you reject all the boys who hit on you?" she carefully chose her words.

You tilted your head towards hers, leaning in closer. "Why would I accept any dude when girls like you, with the prettiest eyes, who care deeply for me, exist, and are able to magically solve my trust issues first patrol?"

You could see the face of your colleague progressively reach a redder tint, her lips parted in surprise at your praise. She let out an awkward chuckle, clearly taken aback. But you did not stop. You couldn't. You felt almost angry at her for not realizing.

"No man on this damn, doomed planet will ever be able to hug me like you did earlier or offer to me beautiful, heartfelt words like comparing my persona to snow drop flowers in such a poetic manner! No one could ever compete with you, and those eyes, and- and your overwhelming capacity of making people at ease, and-and-"

The brunette unexpectedly cut you off. It was obvious she was trying her best to keep a straight face, but her voice was edged with a hopeless bitterness.

"Come on, you really didn't know guys thought you were good-looking? You're pretty popular, you could have anyone you want. They talk about you like you're a greek goddess or something."

This was it. You let out a frustrated sigh, glaring at her as if she had started a fire. Well, considering the one that was progressively taking over your heart, she probably did.

"The only, greek goddess. I. want to hear about. Is. You."

Dina's smirk widened at your mad response. She loved the sight of anger and passion mixing up in your eyes.

She then looked at you for a moment before she spoke.

"Although, we could be goddesses together. We would make a pretty greek statue, all in white and drapes-"

"Ha! Me, a greek goddess? I'd rather have you consider me as the devil" You cut her off. You felt so done with her bullshitting, constant teasing, beating around a damn nonexistent bush you'd pull out of the ground in a second.

Dina giggled, visibly satisfied she had successfully made you as enraged as a pitbull. She spoke again, in a warmer, seductive tone.

"Oh come on, you can't be the devil. You're too... pretty for that."

Her hand sneaked her way on your thigh for the second time of the day. You weren't usually a religious person, but you felt like you were gonna need to start praying the gods to give you the strenght to hold back from kissing her until she choked on her own breath.

You gaze darkened.

"You never know."

"Maybe I want to know"

Five words. Five simple words - whispered, murmured, muttered, exhaled....no, pleaded from her inviting lips.

You were gonna ruin that pretty greek statue, right fucking now. The gods could go screw themselves.

Your mouths met forcefully, teeth clashing together in a fierce, almost ballistic collision. It was a rush for passion and desire, lips smashed together in a messy, frenzied exchange. Tongues all tangled and wrestling for dominance, each trying to claim the other through a heated, savage kiss. Possessive hands roaming restlessly, claiming, touching, pressing closer as the kiss grew more ferocious, the taste of each other like a flame that burned harder, and hotter, boiling at the spot any snowflake which dared to get closer.

You found yourselves surrounded by a swirling white veil that dampened the sounds of your surroundings. Your hungry breaths, hot against the cold air, puffed around your tangled bodies in misty clouds as your lips melted together. Oh, it was far from a gentle touch, nowhere near a mere brush of the lips like the softest snowfall. All of the built-up desire, pent up like a gathering storm, overwhelmed your senses.

The chilly ice no longer seemed to matter. You two were lost in each other, waves of heat pooling between your thighs building like the fervor of a blizzard raging through them. Dina's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer - if it was even possible anymore - lips and tongues sparring in a fiery exchange that set your blood ablaze against the frozen weather.

When you two pulled away, it felt like the whole world was spinning.

The sight of Dina resting her hands behind her back over the log you two were sitting on, dark, wavy strands of hair falling all over her face and shoulders, shaky exhales sending heated clouds through the winter air - it made you feel weak in the knees.

Speaking of knees, you found yourself dropping to them on the ground between her thighs. You felt the same sneaky hands which had teased you so much hours earlier press your shoulders down.

"My... little... snow drop."

Dina's voice had grown huskier because of the laboring breaths she was taking. You felt your whole body tense up at her tantalizing words. You were completely doomed - as if possessed by the relentless fire her bittersweet chuckles and smirks had ignited within you. A blunt sentence fell out of your mouth before you could even process it.

"Dina, I need you so bad, I really don't think I can wait for the ride back to Jackson-"

"Shh-shh." her hands went from your shoulders to your cheeks, caressing them almost like a pet's. You leaned into her touch, as you felt your head getting cloudier each second.

"It's all your fault for beating around the bush...you're driving me crazy..." you groaned against her thumbs which were softly tracing your lower lip.

"Hmm, I'm glad. Trust me, I definitely wasn't beating around the bush... I just wanted to hear you say it out loud."

You suddenly removed your coat, and put it over her lap. Before Dina could even register what was happening, her pants and underwear were slipped down to her boots. Shivers ran down her spine as the freezing air hit her bare skin under the fabric of the piece of clothing you were holding over her thighs.

"Whoa-"

"There are things I want to hear you say out loud too." you cut her off, talking in between subtle kisses you planted all over her ghoosebumps. "Very...specific sounds, in particular."

Dina whimpered shakily as your lips worshipped her thighs, planting a trail of heat over her cold skin. Her heart was racing from how forward you were being. She nodded, letting out a breathless and flustered response.

“Fine. Go ahead, sweetheart, you can try. Make me feel good.” she demanded, wrapping her legs around your head to pull you closer to her aching core.

Your own lips quivered in sync with hers - down there. You were quite literally french kissing her slippery folds right after french kissing her mouth, and you were far from complaining.

Dina quickly lost her breath at this maddening tongue action, letting out a strangled moan, her trembling fingers tangling into your hair. Her mind was going blank from the sensations.

"That's it...just like that...lap it all up, babe." the needy commands she whispered occasionally between her moans only fueled your thirst for her godly pussy.

Two of your fingers teased their way from her labia to her throbbing clit, as you kept licking and tasting and devouring, furiously eager. You could feel her vagina clenching all around your tongue, each desperate pulse marked by the most precious gasps you had ever heard.

You pulled away, admiring the sight of Dina slowly coming undone before your blessed eyes. The view you had on your patrol partner's figure, from under her, made her look like a goddess descending from the sweetest of heaven's gardens, sun rays reflecting a halo from the snowy landscape around her.

"Holy...Dina, you're so fucking perfect-"

Her thighs almost instantly squeezed your neck, forcefully shoving your face right back into her dripping cunt. The last thing you saw was her parting her lips, those very lips that could both degrade and praise you in such lengths you went crazy over them in the span of one single patrol.

Her commanding tone left no room for negotiation.

"Oh, honey. You're not stopping until I say so."

[masterlist]

[chipthekeeper]

acolyte episode 7 commentary wheeeeee

- Aw shit here we go again. Another Acolyte night. Hopefully we're going back to Brendok, get some answers. Hopefully I don't have to watch anyone I like die. Although that's, you know, probably gonna happen. At least I probably won't see any naked fucking men……That's a plus

- I miss Andor. I miss Bee being in the helmet..droid..thingy

- I still think it looks like Aldhani

- What are we doing, Jedi? Surveying for a temple? That's just a metal detector [chuckles]

- “I want to go home to Coruscant” okay Reath

- “blah blah blah hyperspace disaster” [biggest gasp yet for the whole show] FINALLY!! FINALLY!! Oh my god. That was the most exciting thing that's happened!!!

- “A vergence could create life like what we see on this planet” I-I just…I'm nerding out so hard right now. And I think I have to rewind because I was too busy freaking out and not paying attention but…oh my god. This is so cool!!!

- I'm going to have to watch this twice ‘cause I'm already thinking too much and not watching, not listening

- Has the logo changed or am I crazy?

- Sol you bastard. Why are you doing this? This is crazy…..Wow, so he's sneaking around the whole fucking time. Bastard. God

- Did he kill Koril? That's gonna piss me off…….Is he going to kill all of them? That's gonna piss me off

- They’re in danger from you, you creep!

- Y'all…..can't you just politely knock on the door?

- I don't like this, bro…..Sol just goes in, just making shit up

- (Aniseya goes into Torbin’s mind) Hm…..[chuckling] This is cool. Ohhhh this is cool. Yoooooo oh my god……Is this what Qimir was doing?

- “I feel she’s meant to be my padawan” That's fucked, dude

- (Sol gets a culture lesson) Fucking thank you Indara

- “Do not confuse what you want with what Osha wants” Well it is what they both want, I guess. But it's WEIRD for him to want that

- It looks like Aldhani I'm fucking dying

- When do we fight? I want to see the fiiiiight

- “Everyone must walk through fear. Everyone must be sacrificed to fulfill their destiny” Wut….WHAT….Yo, what? Like what’s... huh….What?

- [groaning] I've got a bad feeliiinnngggg…..

- Do we have to keep saying m-count?

- “The twins were artificially created” no SHIT

- If Osha leaves does that mean all of them…die and the planet dies?....If the f- I'm so confused. There's some crazy shit happening

- “Right now, I choose mother” Is she the only character in this whole show that I respect?

 - (Sol listening to the twins’ conversation through the force somehow?) Dude, what the fuck?!

- “You can not let her in your head again” pfft. I don’t think he had much of a choice

- So she's not entirely a little psycho but she was pushed to it. Didn't seem like it took much of a nudge though

- “Someday those noble intentions you have will destroy every Jedi in the galaxy” oop. Almost!

- (Aniseya turns into black vapor?) WHAT the HELLLL?? What the-what what what what what what what in fuck….(Sol stabs her) Woah noooo….. you fucking bastard…..Fuck you Sol…

- Oh work it Torbin! Yellow lightsaber!.....Koril kick his bitch ass….

- So we're getting all this and we still don't know….how they were created? still not getting the fight with Kelnacca?

- (koril also turns to vapor) Yeeheehee!! Can they all do that?!.....oh we’re doing that fight now? OH HOHOHO let’s go……are they…are they all playing? What the fuck is happening

- (Indara does…whatever that was) wwwwwwhat the fuck…..what did she just do…..what did-what kind of power was that and where's Koril did that kill her???

- (Sol lets go of Mae to save Osha) You never wanted that one, did you….Wow you bastard….I never was part of the Sol Patrol, I want that on record. Lee Jung-jae fan, but I was not a fan of him

- “What will we tell the council?” Not the truth! “We will tell the council the truth” uh, no…

- Okay, part of the truth……certainly playing in the gray areas, aren’t we?

- (episode just ends) Oh wow it's already done? Jesus that was…that was very sudden. And only one more to go…..I'm not gonna lie I'm very unsatisfied with that……I mean I liked what we got but there should have been a lot more. There should have been a whole lot more to this whole season. If this show had had Andor time…It could be fucking amazing. But as it is…just unsatisfying, that's what I'm that's what I'm gonna go with [gasps] Joonas!

y'all there are so many mysteries left, i'm.....so worried for the finale

[tenaciousduckpoetry]

Could I request something angsty? Gwen having to deal with her s/o getting hurt trying to protect her despite them being normal.

I Missed You

For sure!! It's not completely the same, but it definitely works lol I learnt that writing fight scenes is not my specialty but I tried my best <33

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, panic, gender neutral, mention of canon death, slightly graphic depictions of injury, mention of vomit

From the moment you and Gwen started talking there was a connection. This electrical current between the two of you only grew the more you became closer. Hanging out turned into dates and dates turned into staying over at night. You were both helplessly in love with each other. Now it had been a complete year since you had first met, still unknowing of Gwen's alter ego and still helplessly in love with the girl.

Gwen's biggest fear since the death of her best friend, Peter Parker, was losing another loved one. She swore to herself after that day to never let anyone get too close in fear of it happening again. Except, she broke that promise. Trying to keep you safe while hiding her secret identity was a lot harder than she originally thought.

You picked up on everytime she left at night and each time she snuck out of class to do.. well, whatever she did. You weren't sure. You had both been in a class at the time, jotting down notes on quantum theory when the green goblin decided to attack civilians within the vicinity of your school. One thing lead to another, Gwen disappeared from your sight and Spider-Woman swung into action.

Gwen was busy attempting to clear out the surrounding rooms. With the villain throwing his stolen pumpkin bombs, buildings were collapsing and if you got too close you would be vaporized. She usually tried not to get anyone killed or injured during a battle like this, but sometimes it was inevitable.

There was a moment that passed where her eyes caught on to you, lingering slightly as she watched you help others out of the building. You had always been brave.. selfless even. Putting other peoples safety above yours, even in dire situations such as this. The green goblin followed Gwen's line of sight and a sickening smirk came to his features. He unlatched another of the stolen pumpkin bombs from his belt, throwing it just towards you. Far enough to collapse the floor beneath you but not close enough to kill you. He wanted Spider-Woman to suffer.

He wanted his revenge.

The floor disappeared from under you, hands reaching up to grip onto anything that was remotely close. Instead they could only find loose rubble and broken tiled floor; nothing that could be used to hold yourself up. You attempted to call out for help but it was failed. Gwen was moving as fast as she could, but she couldn't reach you just in time.

The sickening crack that filled the room as you landed and the gut wrenching scream that followed it was enough to make Gwen want to throw up. Your heart was racing. Any attempt to get in a deep breath of air was thrown out the window as you attempted to sit up. Your leg, twisted out of shape with the bone sticking out, was tingling. Your mouth went bone dry, heart in your throat. A sharp pain ran down your thigh that was dizzying. All you wanted was to wake up from whatever horrid nightmare this was.

Gwen attempted to call out to you, watching you lay there in your dazed state, unmoving. All you wanted was to keep people safe, much like what she was doing except you couldn't. You didn't have the same agility and ability to shoot webs that she did. It wasn't something that came natural to you as it did to her. Although getting powers from a radioactive spider wasn't a very natural chain of events eithor.

The fight wrapped up quickly, this time the villain had escaped. Spider-Woman was to preoccupied trying to keep you from falling apart.

"It's okay- I've got you.. You hear me?" She said your name again, so soft and sweet that you almost felt sick.. or maybe that was the pain. Oh no. That was definitely the pain.

Gwen's hands lifted you up, one arm looped under your back and the other under your legs. There was a loud whimper as she lifted you, hands clutching at her shoulders. "It hurts." You whimpered, dry tears staining your cheeks.

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry. We're going to get you help, okay? I promise."

If it wasn't for your injured state you may have recognized that wavering voice and piercings eyes. But you were so out of it. Your head was thumping and leg was tingling, all you could think of was your injury.

"I'm so sorry I missed you." Spider-woman spoke to you kindly, holding you to her chest as she made her way to the nearest hospital.

"I'm so sorry."

[promptling]

STAR TREK VI: THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY ( 1991 ) change pronouns as needed.

don't tell me that was any meteor shower.

do you require assistance?

do we report this?

are you kidding?

what are we doing here?

that's not in any of the data i saw.

this is a terrifying idea.

i have personally vouched for you in this matter.

that's an arrogant presumption.

they are dying.

let them die!

you should have trusted me.

you must be very proud.

you could have knocked.

it is an honor to serve with you.

i always wanted to try that.

you must have faith.

logic is the beginning of wisdom, not the end.

nature abhors a vacuum.

guess who's coming to dinner?

i see we have a long way to go.

please let me know if there's some other way i can screw up tonight.

i'm going to find a pot of black coffee.

i find this curious.

i'm really tired.

do you read me?

it's very hard to make out.

have you not a shred of decency in you?

we come in peace and you blatantly defy that peace.

i give you my word, i don't understand what's happened.

you dare to feign ignorance?

i've got a pulse.

don't let it end this way.

i'm placing you under arrest.

i don't know what to believe.

four hundred years ago on the planet earth, workers who felt their livelihood threatened by automation flung their wooden shoes, called 'sabots', into the machines to stop them. hence the word 'sabotage.'

you have a singular wit.

do your hands shake?

i was nervous.

you were incompetent.

on occasion, i have disobeyed orders.

i am responsible for the conduct of the crew under my command.

better to kill them now and get it over with.

what are we looking for?

there is a reward for your death.

somebody up there wants you out of the way.

why not simply vaporize them?

some people are afraid of what might happen.

try not to be too hard on yourself.

don't disappoint me.

come on, we're in the clear.

give a girl a chance.

couldn't you have waited two seconds?

can i talk to you?

you have to shoot.

what you want is irrelevant.

you cannot prove anything.

i tried to tell you but you would not listen.

neither of us was hearing very well that night.

did i misinterpret you?

i do not remember.

i've been dead before.

how many of those things are there?

do you hear that?

i prefer it dark.

peace is worth a few personal risks.

i'm a great one for rushing in where angels fear to tread.

would that constitute a joke?

don't crucify yourself.

it wasn't your fault.

do you want to know something? everybody's human.

i find that remark insulting.

you do prefer it this way, don't you?

i'd give real money if he'd shut up.

we've got a full confession.

people can be very frightened of change.

they don't arrest people for having feelings.

if i were human, i believe my response would be 'go to hell!'

[f-smutt-fitzgerald]

Yo Daddy, you’re pretty messed up so I’m hoping you’ll respond. 😘

How would you reckon the TWST cast would murder someone they absolutely hate? With the intention of getting away with it (very important note)

Also, shower thoughts for Azul, if we vivisect one of his legs off, would he lose one tentacle or 3 or them?

I take it you're in a murder mood, you doin' okay bro...?

Gosh, the whole TWST cast? That's gonna take a lot of thought. Jeez this is going to be a long response... Let's see...

Heartslaybyul: Riddle is pretty studious and well read. I'm sure the murder itself would be one of passion and rage, probably violent and messy, but if no one else is around to witness it, he'd have a good enough knowledge on how to clean it up and properly dispose of the body.

Cater would use his clones to sneak up on and overpower the person, then the clones would help him clean up the scene and dispose of the corpse.

Trey, I'm getting a Sweeney Todd situation for him, bakes them into a pie, cooks up the body parts into different dishes for a feast. Would he ever actually kill anyone? I don't think so, but he's sly/secretly cunning enough to come up with the perfect crime I think.

Ace and Deuce would help eachother clean it up, Deuce probably drops a cauldron on someone or something, then they get caught because it turns out the person isn't actually dead after they think they've disposed of the "body" and/or they leave out like important pieces of evidence.

Savanaclaw: Leona turns them to sand. Like, on a beach.

Ruggie would use his signature spell to walk them off a cliff.

Jack, well he's a good boy, so while I'd see him breaking someone's neck or strangling someone to death in a fit of rage, he'd probably turn himself in right after.

Octavinelle: Gosh, look, if you've read Den of Beasts or Bloodlust, you probably know I've already put a lot of thought into how these fuckers would kill someone/dispose of a body... Lots of sea creatures in the ocean these boys could feed a corpse to. There's a lot of fucked up gangster shit you could come up with for the octotrio. I trust your imagination can come up with something, because the sky is the limit.

Scarabia: Kalim, again, a marshmallow, but hypothetically speaking, if someone *reaaaally* managed to piss him off, he would take them out into the middle of the desert and drown them with his signature magic, then let the elements take care of the body.

Jamil, how wouldn't he kill someone? Lol He'd probably use his signature spell to get the person to kill themself, making it a true and proper suicide that couldn't link back to Jamil.

Pomefiore: Vil, poison. He'd find a way that it wouldn't be traced back to him, maybe pin it on a crazed fan of the person he kills *cough cough* Neige *cough cough*. Even if Vil got caught, he'd use his influence to get out of any actual jail time.

Rook, well, The Most Dangerous Game is all that comes to mind, and given how in chapter 6 we find out how his family has like, actual hunting villas around the world, Rook would probably lure his enemy to a more remote villa and then proceed to hunt them down in a sadistic and fucked up game of cat and mouse. Let's be honest, he's definitely already done this, and his fucked up reasoning would be "your fear and passion to stay alive even in your dying breaths, that is the most beautiful thing any man can experience".

Epel, hit them over the head with a shovel or an axe, feed 'em to the pigs. He's a farm boy through and through, don't need to be more complex than that.

Ignihyde: Idia, ooh, my next story is gonna go into some fun ways Idia could kill people. For the sake of this question... He'd probably design a little assassin robot, maybe something that self destructs after the job is complete.

Ortho: Remember in the first Halloween event when Ortho was legit going to kill and probably vaporize those annoying magicam influencers? Yeah. That.

Diasomnia: I know the least about this dorm, but for Malleus, like, however he fuckin' wants, and like, who's gonna stop him? He could murder someone in broad daylight in front of a crowd of people and no one could do anything about it. Malleus would go home like nothing even happened.

Lilia, he's definitely assassinated people in the past, and murdered plenty in his war days. He could kill someone and leave no trace before flying away.

Sebek would kill anyone who so much as looks at Malleus weird. Disrespect Malleus, lose your life. Lilia would probably clean up after him.

Silver is probably fairly talented with a sword and probably learned a thing or two from Lilia about assassination. Similar to Sebek, he would kill for Malleus's sake, but would do so more out of honor and duty as opposed to blind, annoying devotion.

Now, for your question about Azul, I feel like his merman body would be almost a different entity from his human form, so like, if he lost a leg or tentacle in one form, it wouldn't show in his other form... But for this question, I'd say if he lost half of his human legs, then he'd lose half of his merman tentacles.

[asukaskerian]

🌧️☔

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

... IS there. uh. hm. hmmmmmmm.

you know what, the only bunnies i'm having at the moment that i'm not writing OR gonna write are all SVSSS dramatic reveals, because the canon is PRIMED for diverging-from-canon with all the near misses and the misunderstandings, but i always end up, like, having them kissing in about five minutes and then the narrative tension goes ffthp. they're all very vague and mostly about kissing and crying and crying while kissing.

i've got this one idea that is a little more detailed but i just don't have the spoons for it, where, as sqq self destructs to save lbh, lbh desperately grabs on bodily and mentally. then he ends up in a weird room having a qi deviation and being rescued by... some guy he doesn't know. ensues tense cat and mouse "haha no i'm nobody you know and have no idea why we're stuck here together either" interaction (is this shizun?? it has to be shizun because i was holding onto him but he acts nothing like shizun. is it an amnesiac shizun? previous incarnation?? or is it like a dream demon who stole lbh for nefarious purposes???) and i have NO IDEA how it would end. it's mostly identity porn and emergency dual cultivation and confused cuddles.

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

bloodsport!

"Ichi-nii--"

'Fuck off, Karin,' he swallowed back somehow, strangling fear spiking up past the heat of his rage. She was too close, five steps behind, well in his range, and he couldn't, couldn't, fuck.

"Who was that guy?"

"Aheh, some guy we met on a mission one time! He shot me through several relatively vital organs, very unpleasant. All past now that we're at peace, of course."

Askin was there too, warier, the solid flesh of him and his dense psychic field echoing just behind Karin's more vaporous presence. Ichigo closed his eyes tight, stopped behind an aileron where the ground crew would be less likely to see him, and didn't look at her, didn't look at Askin holding his little sister back.

"Le Varr, come on, he's not gonna--"

"Of course, of course, but give it five minutes, kiddo, yeah?"

"... Ugh. Okay." A moment of silence, bar the farther-off noises of the crew unloading the luggage, as they positioned themselves at the end of the aileron, like sentries, or like warnings for other people Ichigo liked less to keep away. "So... If it's all past, why did he get in your face?"

"Iiii would suspect it's because he might be an asshole," Askin said drolly, mouth pursed. "Just a hunch." 

Ichigo let out a sharp little huff, and resented the man for making him laugh now, when he was still a hair's breadth away from growing all his monster parts.

"Don't tell your dad I said that."

"I'm sixteen and I already know that word and mom's the one who's paying you anyway. So he's like, an asshole above and beyond general war bullshit, then?"

Ichigo breathed, again, and again. Tried not to -- he hadn't been. Grimmjow hadn't been, above-and-beyond, was the thing, had he? Or -- not much. Ichigo hadn't expected an enemy combatant to break him out before he could go through seventy trillions rounds of fucking medical torture or -- 

Breathe. Breathe. He was punching claw holes into the spaceship. His claws weren't going to make it through the first layer of plating but it was the principle of the thing. They needed that spaceship, for going home, if they ever got to go back home one day, if Ichigo ever got to go -- fuck, shit, fuck, why couldn't he calm down, he'd been fine all through the whole dethroning Ywhach thing, why now?

It couldn't be just because of some guy he'd committed the mistake of fucking once. Maybe -- the air in the hangar smelling off, a bothersome magnetic field, whatever. He kept getting so fucking angry --

"Do I have to send the sister away?" Askin mused, voice casual and energy field rippling with readying mind-claws. "Maybe both of them? I'm sure the little contingent of Arrancar bodyguards can--"

"Over my dead body."

"Can play cat and mouse until your inner lizard needs a nap, of course, what did you think I was about to say?"

Ichigo cracked open an eye to glare, knowing that whatever he'd been about to say, it had not been that. He flinched, then, looking at Karin to make sure she hadn't seen -- and Karin was staring back, forcefully casual with her little usual, judgy frown.

"Yeah, yeah, the tryhard black sclera contacts, I'm very scared. You grew like four inches of orange roots there, Ichi-nii, I'm all for the death metal look with the mane and all but the bicolored part looks kinda stupid. Do I gotta get Yuzu's scissors?"

Ichigo couldn't help his grimace, more of a pout than anything, as years of fending off bratty younger sisters finally made it through the wave of bite-bite-tear-bite. "I'm good," he said, and unshouldered his backpack, swinging it around to land at his feet. He hadn't grown any back or shoulder quills through it, very good. The training had held at least that much, then. He hated the back quills, they looked so stupid and never did more than tear up his clothes. Oh, and bristle like a deranged mangy cat whenever he had an Emotion.

"--Oh no, Yuzu's gonna cry, you know she hates it when you use the cheap stuff, come on, Ichi-nii!"

With a defiant look, Ichigo fished out the can of black dye spray and started liberally smothering his hair in the stuff. 

It helped, this ridiculous little thing. Dyeing his hair black had just been about passing for Ishida from afar at first but through the weeks of travel he had gotten used to it, gotten used to not recognizing himself in the mirror at first glance. 

It helped, growing his hair down to his knees for his sisters to play with, then shaving it all to the skull to get the knots out, or whenever it was too hot to sleep. It helped, hacking off any bits that fell wrong, just because it was his body and he didn't have to care about having to look stupid for a month. It helped, letting Mom braid it heavy and tight, holding him back, the tufted end beating against his thighs. Making use of this unwanted ability to change his body at a whim for something silly and safe. 

It helped, looking like a stranger, because at least then it became alright to feel like one.

[kabie-whump]

Hell yeah I got excited (if you don't want to reply to all of them that's completely fine. I love ya)

For Onthyes - How is your oc about medical care? Do they avoid any form of healthcare that they can, do they seek it out over every little scrape? Do they treat their injuries/illness all by themselves?

For Ventis or Onthyes - Is your oc afraid of touch or do they actively seek it out? Is there a reason for this? What are the exceptions?

For Ventis - If you had to choose a single object to act as a symbol for your oc, what would it be? Why?

For Onthyes and Ventis - What five ingredients would you throw into a cauldron to make a potion based on your oc? How would you cook/mix them? What would the potion do?

For Onthyes and Ventis - How easily does your oc get attached to things? Does everything have a sentimental value to them, or do they see nothing as more valuable than its practical use? What about with people/animals?

For Ventis - Are there any habits your oc has picked up from people around them? Do they know where they’re from? Does your oc try to stop themselves from doing it?

Thanks for all the questions this is exactly the distraction I need. Fuck organic chemistry am I right ladies?

(cw child abuse mention)

Onthyes is 1000% the kind of guy to like never go to the doctor cause he was raised in a toxic environment where needing medical attention makes you look weak. His mom learned healing magic for that very purpose, since he kept getting hurt while training with his father and then just not going to a doctor. His father’s a big fan of “just walk it off you’re fine” meanwhile Onthyes is actively bleeding out from a stab wound or something.

I think Ventis and Onthyes are both super touch starved, but they handle it differently. Ventis tries to avoid touching others too much and he’s shy about being touched, but it’s just out of fear that he’s gonna get too excited or something. He doesn’t wanna get caught grinning and blushing over a handshake. When Ventis gets really comfortable with someone he’ll start touching them a lot more but it takes him a long time to get to that point. Onthyes is super touch starved and he makes it everyone else’s problem. He’s pretty touchy, like he’ll give hugs or pat your shoulder or put his hand on your back if he needs to get behind you for some reason.

Ventis is like,,, a super expensive vintage designer sweater or something. Or a carved sodalite dragon’s skull. But for symbols I usually use clouds and lightning to represent him.

I answered this one for Ventis eariler so I'm just gonna do Onthyes (and @sapphicccici you can correct me if I'm wrong about anything at all Onthyes is technically your son not mine). Ingredients: lemongrass, fresh squeezed orange juice, your own blood, your lover's blood, campfire ash. Put it in a bowl under direct sunlight in the middle of summer and inhale the vapors to instantly disappoint your father.

Onthyes tries not to get attached to things and especially people out of fear of losing them. He has this silly little curse on his bloodline or whatever where he's destined to lose his first love and I'm sure it gave him some attachment issues. Even though he tries really hard not to form attachments he can't help but do it anyways. It's a hard question to answer for Ventis. His dragon blood gives him some serious hoarding instincts so he definitely likes to have Stuff even if he isn't using it. But I think after getting banished from his home he stopped hoarding objects so much and started hoarding love. He gets really attached to people and doesn't like to let them go even if they're not good to him. He does have that aloof 'black cat energy' as well, so he acts like his friends don't mean a lot to him but they really really do.

I've also already answered this for Ventis so I'm doing it for Onthyes- Onthyes's father used to hit him with 'surprise training sessions' aka he would just attack him with no warning or anything, so Onthyes is really obsessed with watching his back and sleeping with his sword and shield within reach. He's also picked up a lot of military-ish habits from his time in the guard, like waking up stupid early. Ventis is trying to teach him how to relax and sleep in every once in a while, but he's not super successful.

Thank you friend this was fun!

[afreakingdork]

Miss dork.

- when I first started messaging you I was always scared that I’d read into things too much and it’d be embarrassing if I was wrong-

Now I know you like “share with the class” and you set me straight if I’m wrong so-

Omg. Prodigal don flipping coin again. Strikes again! Also, Don breaking down? I was MOVED I know I predicted he’d vaporize Leo into itty bitty turtle pieces but I hope you know I’m never disappointed I just like guessing- but back on track Don breaking down- rabbit brain raccoon brain - his little check over of reader? I was calm and oh so in control until he started Checking Reader’s Feet and aaaaaaaaaa all I could think about is how a form of interrogation torture is to strike the bottom of someone’s foot (listen Bones the tv show was surprisingly educational) and I had an out loud scream over the thought of Donnie checking Reader for TORTURE- and then I had to pretend I hit MY foot on the coffee table to avoid explaining what I was wailing over-

Oh and almost forgot Leo going “they’ve got bruised knees” like. Hello. I don’t know where Don’s mind went but I know where mine did and it was a fucking nose dive if there was a moment for Leo to get vaporized it would be. Right. Then. (I told you I wouldn’t survive) Like Eugh boi to coin his phrase whole foot in mouth and chewing 😂

I did have a question because I know you visualize where everyone is in a scene-

Where was Raph in relation to Donnie during the trade off scene? Above him, behind? Was Donnie aware he was there?

And oh I love Splinter/Donnie interaction because it’s like a tennis ball court because it really highlights that reader only has bits and pieces to go off of and everyone’s reactions to each other is so interesting! I loved the diner scene!

🦝,

Yes! Yes!!! No fear!!! I'm not scary!!! (This last one isn't to you, but in general! I don't mean to be scary! I've been told the way i speak can be curt, but I really don't mean it like that. I just try to make things concise and clear) I love hearing others thoughts!!!

Saying 'share with the class' is such a great way to put it 😂

HOLY MOLY

I cannot believe we both learned that from Bones!!! You freaking nailed it, 100%!!! Truly an amazing catch, I hadn't even added that to my behind the scenes! Also,

✨Phalanges✨

YUUUUPPPPPP, the bruised knees was absolutely a double entendre. Don went there FOR SURE and that's why reader stepped in like they said they would to Raph! Leo couldn't help but still provoke Donnie in spite of himself. He can't help but be a little bit of a shithead 😂

Oh good question and another of those I had worked out, but no necessity to write. So as you now from the last chapter, 39, Raph asks “Which entrance?” after he finds that Mikey didn't come back with Leo. Leo then says “Grand.” Leo clipped. “Stand by at Black Cat and I’ll signal if it goes south.” Since we know the turts are occupying the subway, those are code names for stations. Grand is the only obvious one as Grand Central Station, a good hub for a fly guy to get a vantage point of the city. Black Cat isn't a for real reference, but instead to a comic shop so I picture this as the station the turts would go up to get their comics (I feel like Leo still reads).

tldr; the other turts were waiting at other subway stations~

Yay!! I'm so glad you liked it! I'm really enjoying playing with perception through unreliable narrator reader. Slowly, but surely they are learning more and more. I wanted it to really feel like you were in a relationship with someone. Peeling back those layers and getting closer 💞

[ask-pisssoc]

hey babygirl... im lonely as fuck tell me something about urself. also at the time im sending this its 420 in the morning lol

proof:

Lol blaze it! :D

Well... I like memes. They're simple and malleable enough to stick in people's thoughts even better than most slogans, and a versatile enough meme can become universal! I aim to be that one day, but to be universal means to be not specific, and that means being stripped of all my humanity.

I've been reading philosophy. I thought maybe I could combine it with psychology to manipulate people en masse. I can't. I'm not that smart.

No matter how much nihilist or fatalist philosophy I read, I still fear death. I want more than anything for simply existing to be enough to keep me alive; I'm getting good at changing myself to be mass appealing, but I don't even want to be worshipped, I just need to.

I've been taking a break from tumblr because the amount of interaction I was getting was enough to keep me around without the queue on, but it's a purgatory-esque state, like being a ghost, fading in an out of existence. I don't need sleep and I can't afford to sleep, but sometimes my body vaporizes and my consciousness cuts out for a moment like a computer glitching and I'll never know if that's my last conscious thought ever.

Sorry! That got a bit dark! Unfortunately, there's just not much to share about me. Considering I never go outside or have hobbies and all. LOL!

Thanks for the ask, comrade. It's nice to interact with someone who is not a pornbot.

[ghostboyjules]

10 Songs/10 People

tagged by @honeyteacakes AND @wordsinhaled, thank you so much beloveds, it means the world 🥹🥹💕

1. No Children - The Mountain Goats (#1 cause it was stuck in my head at the time of making this post)

2. sad day - FKA twigs (the storyline thing on spotify by twigs saying "would you take a chance on someone for something bigger?" and "would you take a risk on love and being hurt again?".... she ain't have to say allthat..)

3. Space Cowboy - flipturn (sometimes i wonder if i were a bird.. would i be so serious if my feet could leave the dirt? 'cause down here i fear i've become far too concerned with everything i'm given and nothing that i've earned)

4. Spiracle - Flower Face (this song makes me unwell. i want your safe word, your passive resistance. the sickness you foster, your favorite addictions. and i want your nightmares, the ghost in your doorway-..)

5. Until It Sleeps - Metallica (metallica been on my mind lately.. the lyrics.. and also this whole album fucks severely so.)

6. Drown - Kim Dracula (a banger. good to listen to if you're mad at someone)

7. Ghost in the Machine (feat. Phoebe Bridgers) - SZA (i need humanity, y'all lack humanity, ...)

8. The Crowing - Coheed and Cambria (this song actually took a second to fully grow on me but now... got me out here 📢'but you.. you know.. you were my favorite...' 📢

9. ...And I Return to Nothingness - Lorna Shore (this is track 3/3 on one of their eps and its just.. so fuckin good.. the song before it 'of the abyss' is also one of my faves, but this one has been a brain worm recently)

10. High Water - Sleep Token (and i choke myself on sacred vapor waiting on some holy favor basking in the solace of regret. and it seems my hell is your high water, wash me clean again before i pull myself beneath the waves)

oopsies I went a lil wild on the commentary buuuttttt y'all know me & music.. can't shut up abt it. anywho. tagging the 10 peeps, tried to find some I haven't seen tagged on this yet but it was TOUGH 😭 so if y'all have been tagged already pls disregard.

@halflove @burnt-scone @watermelon-mafia @bisexualhobgadling @rainbowvamp @tj-dragonblade @leave-me-alone-doctor @just-j-really @staroftheendless @an-asuryampasya

(to those I've tagged, hiii ✨ if you don't wanna do this, just take this tag as me saying hi and ily 💙💕✨ k thx byyeee)

[quccninchains]

| @ghosth0sts sent: remember me? - logan 😈

{☾} "Remember you? I've never seen you in my life," Alicent scoffed as she walked away from the intruder. He'd been waiting for her near her car, hands in his pockets. She tried to not to show her FEAR. But she kept herself hidden for a reason.

With her hands in her pockets, Alicent climbs the leaf strewn stairs to her home--tactically ignoring the LUNATIC following her. "You've got the wrong girl, man. Leave me alone." Her voice is steady, breath fogging in the air in front of her. She tries to focus on the crunch of the leaves underfoot instead of the pounding beat of her heart.

If he didn't heed her warning, he may find himself buried out here in the wooded hills of the mountain.

The air is chilled and the sky through the dying trees was a brilliant medley of orange, pink, and PERIWINKLE. Her cabin was secluded, the trail she ran daily was on an off-access road. She was alone. And that was the way she liked it. It was what she deserved. Something was missing. Someone had taken...something from her. And until she figured it out, she was condemned to grieve SHADOWS. She'd take the witches' road one day. She just wasn't sure she was ready to face the pain yet. Purple vapor floated from her coat pockets, her fingers fidgeting in the satin.

She could still hear the fall of feet behind her. Pausing in her steps, Alicent glanced over her shoulder.

"...what the fuck do you want? I already told you--I'm not the girl you're looking for. So, you're either really dense, or you have a DEATH wish."

Turning on her heel, she slowly pulled her hands out of her pocket--whirls of magic dancing around her fingers. Alicent arched a dark brow, her feet now slightly hovering off of the ground. She could smell the heat from her cabin, the cinnamon and vanilla that always seemed to follow her.

Goddamn it. She just wanted to watch bad reality tv and go to BED.

"What do you want?" She hissed through clenched teeth. "And how did you find me?"

[lafayettenossie]

The girl, just over 13 years old, with long dark hair, tanned skin and blue, almost violet eyes, woke up scared. She didn't know if she was dreaming or if it was real... If it was, she was in big trouble!

She knew that part of the city, the Saints stadium was in front of her, with its dome shape, The Superdome. But everything was wrong. The dark sky without stars but at the same time without clouds. The rotten smell. The brownish stains on the ground, the stench of iron in the air. And those vaporous shapes floating several meters above her head...

She was in the place where she shouldn't go! They warned her, she promised she wouldn't, that she would stay away from that reality... and yet she was there!

Without thinking, she entered through the half-open door, she could barely see. She remembered the old spell from that book she saw in the attic. They wouldn't let her go up there alone, she was too unpredictable and inexperienced with her powers. But she looked too much like her mother... and she did. Now, using the right words, a blue glow erupted from her right hand, intense enough to light her up and not trip over the rubble and what were clearly human remains in a very advanced state of decomposition. With disgust, she moved trying not to step on anything. She went up the stairs towards what was undoubtedly one of the emergency exits of the stadium at the foot of the track.

Something forced her to go in, she didn't know why. Even so, she opened the door by pushing the safety bar.

She was in the stadium, the grass was poorly maintained, dry and brittle as she walked. The smell was getting worse. There was a huge pile a few meters ahead. Her childish curiosity got the better of her teenage reasoning. She moved forward, trying to keep her pink stuffed slippers with a bear's head from making too much noise. She was scared.

She was finally close enough to see what that huge pile was. Insects buzzed around the mountain of corpses, because that was what it was. Disgusted, she tried to back away but saw the bloody face of one of them and understood everything...

It was her, or at least someone who was her spitting image... destroyed and surrounded by dozens of other bodies... But they were all her! With different ages, between 12 and 30 years old. All dead and terribly mutilated.

The girl understood where she was! The place where she should never go and that all her other versions inevitably visited... the reality where all of the Nimués ended up dying at the hands of...

She felt a hand grab her and turn her around. She screamed in fear, fearing that her end was near. A woman in her twenties, with long hair, tanned skin and blue, almost violet eyes. grabbed her, now covering her mouth so she wouldn't scream anymore!

It was like seeing herself in an enlarged mirror, it was herself but in 7 or 8 years!

-"Are you crazy?!!! Weren't you told never to enter this dimension? We all die here! I noticed your presence and came looking for you..."

-"I... I was sleeping in my bedroom and... I dreamed that... that nice woman... promised me that..." her eyes opened wide. That's how they did it, that's how they were drawn there!

They both heard the sound of jaws snapping in the air. They sniffed their prey and ran towards them!

-"Let's go!!!" the 20-year-old Nimué shouted to the 12-year-old. "Run!" and they both headed towards the exit. The creatures that were chasing them were very fast, they would reach them in seconds. They were able to enter and close the emergency door behind them. But the attacks of those beings were so powerful that they would undoubtedly knock it down in seconds.

-"You have to jump! But not to another time or another place. Jumping between universes... you've done it before!" he said, looking at her seriously.

-"No... I don't control it... I've only done it once... well, now twice! I don't know how..." Nimue was scared. The door was bending under her blows, the bar was about to jump!

-"Do it! I'll distract them! Go back when you're safe to your time and reality. And never come back here or you'll end up like all those..." The sound of metal tearing was the last thing the young Nimué heard: she closed her eyes and noticed how her whole being faded and entered another universe...

The adult Nimué prepared herself, the door fell and she saw how those shapeless horrors entered, jumping towards her. Blue eyes, from the darkness behind those beings that destroyed her, looked at her with weariness. Another one...

Nimue opened her eyes, it was night, she was in a humid forest and it was cold... Where was she? Or when? In which universe? "Oh, shit...!"

To be continued...