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batboysanonymous · 2 days ago
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A Taste of Silence
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Pt. I
Summary: Rhys's drunken words cut deeper than any blade, leaving Y/n questioning everything she thought she knew about their bond. As heartbreak and betrayal collide, she faces a choice that could shatter the fragile threads holding their world together.
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The sun was setting behind the mountains of Velaris, casting a warm, golden glow over the City of Starlight. Y/N dismounted her horse with a wince, her muscles sore from the journey home. The mission Rhysand had sent her on had been grueling, stretching over several days, but she’d completed it with the determination and precision he’d come to rely on. She’d long since earned her place among the Inner Circle, proving time and again that she was more than just Rhys's mate—she was an integral part of his court.
Yet tonight, as she climbed the steps to the townhouse, exhaustion weighed heavy on her. Her bond with Rhys hummed faintly, a soft reminder of his presence as she opened the door. Laughter and the faint clink of glasses drifted from the sitting room, mingling with the scent of wine and smoke. She paused, her hand tightening on the doorknob.
The Inner Circle had gathered. Normally, the thought of reuniting with them after days apart would lift her spirits, but something about the atmosphere tonight felt… off.
She stepped inside, her movements quiet, and stopped just outside the doorway to the sitting room.
“—and she just doesn’t get it sometimes,” Rhysand’s voice rang out, slurred and slightly louder than usual. The unmistakable tone of drunkenness coiled in his words.
“She tries,” Mor said defensively, but Y/N could hear the restraint in her tone. “And she succeeds, Rhys. Far more than you give her credit for.”
“She makes everything harder,” Rhys countered, his laugh bitter. “Always asking questions, always needing to insert herself into things she doesn’t understand. Do you know how many times I’ve had to clean up after her?”
Y/N felt the breath leave her lungs. She leaned against the wall for support, her vision blurring as his words sank in.
“That’s not true,” Feyre said sharply. “Y/N has done nothing but prove herself over and over. You’re being unfair.”
“Am I?” Rhys pressed. “She doesn’t belong in this court, not like the rest of you. She’s… reckless. And it’s exhausting.”
“She’s your mate, Rhys,” Amren snapped, her voice cutting through the tension. “She’s part of this family. And you’re making a fool of yourself right now.”
Y/N’s chest ached, each word from Rhys like a dagger to the heart. The bond between them flared painfully, as if sensing her anguish. She wanted to storm in, to defend herself, to demand he explain how he could say such things after everything she’d sacrificed for him, for this court. But her body felt frozen, pinned by the weight of his betrayal.
Her hands trembled as she stepped back into the hallway, her breaths shallow. She couldn’t do this. Not tonight. She needed space, time to think, to process the heartbreak that threatened to consume her.
She turned toward the front door, intent on leaving, when a shadow shifted in the corner of the room. Azriel emerged, his piercing gaze meeting hers. His expression tightened as he took in her tear-filled eyes and trembling hands.
“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice low and careful.
She shook her head, a silent plea for him to let her go. Azriel hesitated, his shadows curling around him like a shield, but he stepped aside. Without another word, Y/N slipped out the door and into the cool night air.
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When the laughter in the sitting room died down, and the conversation shifted, Rhysand finally noticed the absence of a presence he hadn’t realized he’d been craving all night. He frowned, his drunken haze thinning just enough for the bond to nudge at his consciousness. It was too quiet.
“Where’s Y/N?” he asked, glancing around the room.
Silence greeted him.
Feyre’s lips pressed into a thin line. “She came home. She was standing in the hallway while you were… talking.”
The words hit him like a physical blow. His blood ran cold as realization sank in. “She heard me?”
Azriel’s dark gaze bore into him, his voice a quiet blade. “She heard everything.”
Rhysand shot to his feet, his heart pounding. He reached for the bond, but all he felt was a wall of pain and silence.
“Where is she?” he demanded, panic sharpening his tone.
Azriel crossed his arms. “Gone. She didn’t say where. She looked like she wanted to run as far from you as possible.”
Rhysand staggered back, his mind racing. The wine turned to bile in his stomach, his shame and regret coiling tighter with each passing second. He had to find her. Had to fix this.
But as he winnowed into the night, desperation clawing at him, one thought echoed in his mind.
He wasn’t sure if she’d ever let him fix it.
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Rhysand searched the city in a frenzy, the bond stretched taut with Y/N’s pain and his own spiraling guilt. He winnowed to every corner of Velaris, the glow of the stars above mocking his desperation. He tried to reach her through their bond, but her end was firmly shut—a silence louder than any scream.
“Damn it, Y/N,” he hissed under his breath as he scanned the Rainbow District. The cool night air did nothing to temper the heat of panic coursing through him.
Where would she go?
His mind raced, and finally, he stopped fighting the bond. Though she’d shut him out emotionally, he could still trace her faint physical presence, the residual pull that tied them together. When he caught the direction, his heart sank.
The forest.
The place where they’d once picnicked under the stars, where she’d whispered her dreams to him like secrets she trusted him to hold forever. The place she’d deemed her safe haven.
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Winnowing to the clearing, Rhysand stumbled upon her sitting beneath the massive oak at its center. Moonlight danced across her tear-streaked face as she cradled her knees to her chest. She looked so small, so fragile, and it made his heart ache.
“Y/N,” he called softly, stepping closer.
She stiffened but didn’t look at him. “Go away, Rhys.”
Her voice, usually so vibrant, sounded hollow.
“I can’t,” he said, dropping to his knees a few feet from her. “Not like this.”
“Not like what?” she snapped, finally meeting his gaze. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her expression hard. “Not like the mess you made, Rhysand? Or not like the words you spewed about me to the people I consider family?”
He flinched at the venom in her voice. “I was drunk, Y/N. I—”
“Don’t,” she cut him off sharply. “Don’t use that as an excuse. Drunk or not, you said what you meant.”
He reached out as if to touch her, but she leaned away, her walls firmly in place. The bond between them hummed weakly, a pale reflection of what it once was.
“You’re right,” he admitted, his voice raw. “I said those things. But I didn’t mean them—not the way they came out. I was an idiot, and I—”
“Stop,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You said I make everything harder. That I don’t belong. So, I’ll make it easy for you.”
His heart dropped. “Y/N, please don’t—”
“No,” she said firmly, standing up. She towered over him, her presence fierce despite the anguish etched into her face. “You wanted me to stay out of things I don’t understand? Fine. I won’t ask questions anymore. I won’t ‘insert myself’ into your precious plans. I’ll do exactly what you want, Rhys. I’ll disappear into the background, a perfect little shadow in your court.”
His chest tightened painfully as her words sank in. “That’s not what I want.”
“Isn’t it?” she challenged, her voice rising. “Because it’s exactly what you said, Rhysand. And for once, I’m giving you exactly what you asked for.”
She turned on her heel and began walking away, her shoulders trembling with restrained emotion.
Rhys scrambled to his feet, following her. “You’re twisting this! I don’t want you to disappear, Y/N. I need you. I was a fool to say those things, but you—”
“But nothing,” she snapped, spinning back around to face him. “You don’t get to need me only when it’s convenient, Rhys. You don’t get to humiliate me and then expect me to act like it didn’t happen. I gave you everything—my loyalty, my love, my trust. And you threw it in my face.”
The weight of her words was crushing, and he couldn’t bring himself to argue. She was right.
“I’ll come home,” she said after a long silence, her voice quieter now but no less firm. “Because Velaris is my home, and the Inner Circle is my family. But you…” Her breath hitched, and for a moment, he thought she might cry. Instead, she steadied herself. “You are no longer my priority, Rhysand. If you want my forgiveness, you’re going to have to earn it. Every. Single. Day.”
With that, she winnowed away, leaving him standing in the empty clearing, the bond between them a cold echo of what it used to be.
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Back at the townhouse, Y/N strode in with her head held high, her expression blank. The Inner Circle, still gathered in the sitting room, fell silent as she entered.
“Y/N,” Feyre started, but Y/N held up a hand.
“I’m fine,” she said tightly. “I just need some rest.”
They watched her ascend the stairs, none of them daring to stop her.
Moments later, Rhysand appeared in the doorway, his face pale, his steps heavy as he entered the room.
“She didn’t forgive you, did she?” Mor said quietly, her arms crossed.
He shook his head, his throat tightening. “No.”
“And she shouldn’t,” Amren said coldly, her sharp eyes narrowing. “Not until you prove you deserve it.”
Rhysand said nothing, the truth of her words settling like a stone in his gut.
As he made his way upstairs, he stopped outside their bedroom door. His hand hovered over the handle, but he didn’t go in. He could feel her inside, her grief and anger rippling through their bond.
For the first time in centuries, the High Lord of the Night Court felt powerless.
And he deserved every second of it.
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The days following that fateful night were a study in contrasts for the Night Court. Y/N returned to her duties, carrying herself with a grace and efficiency that made it impossible to find fault in her actions. She was polished, precise, and perfect—exactly what Rhysand had drunkenly claimed she wasn’t.
Rhys felt the weight of her words in everything she did, a pointed reminder of how deeply he had wronged her.
“You wanted me to disappear into the background,” she had said. And she did.
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Y/N began arriving precisely on time to every meeting, her notes already prepared, her insights delivered in a calm, detached manner. She offered no questions, no debates, just the bare necessities required of her position.
“Any thoughts, Y/N?” Rhys asked one afternoon during a strategy meeting with the Inner Circle.
She met his gaze for the briefest of moments, her expression unreadable. “None, my lord. I’ll carry out the plan as outlined.”
The title, usually reserved for formal settings, felt like a slap to his face. Rhys clenched his jaw, watching her retreat into herself. The warmth she used to bring into the room, the way her laughter used to lighten even the heaviest of conversations, was absent.
“I think this plan could use some fine-tuning,” Cassian interjected, attempting to draw Y/N out.
“I trust the High Lord’s judgment,” she replied coolly, gathering her papers. “If that’s all, I’ll begin preparations immediately.”
She left the room without looking back, leaving a heavy silence in her wake.
“She’s killing you,” Mor said after a moment, her tone uncharacteristically sharp.
“She’s killing herself,” Amren corrected, her silver eyes narrowing. “But only because he killed her first.”
Rhys lowered his head, guilt an anchor in his chest. “I deserve this,” he muttered, the words tasting bitter on his tongue.
“And then some,” Feyre added softly, though her voice carried an edge of sympathy.
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At home, Y/N’s silence was even more deafening. She no longer sat beside him on the couch, opting for the farthest seat in the room. She no longer joined him for late-night talks, instead retreating to her private quarters with a book or a report.
Even when they shared the same bed, she was miles away. She would slip under the covers after he’d pretended to fall asleep, her body curled tightly on the far edge of the mattress. The bond between them, once a vibrant tether of love and warmth, was now a fragile thread, stretched so thin it felt ready to snap.
Rhys tried everything he could think of. He filled her favorite garden with fresh blooms, sent her favorite meals to her office, even wrote her letters apologizing for his thoughtless words.
Each attempt was met with polite acknowledgment but no real response.
“I don’t need gifts, Rhysand,” she said one evening when he’d tried to present her with a rare necklace from one of his travels. Her voice was calm but firm. “I need respect. I need trust. And I need time.”
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Weeks passed like this, each day a slow torture. The bond hummed faintly with her sadness, but it was muffled, guarded, as though she was shielding herself from him entirely.
One night, Rhys found her in the library, poring over mission reports. She looked so tired, her usually radiant features shadowed with exhaustion.
“Y/N,” he began hesitantly, leaning against the doorframe.
She didn’t look up. “What do you need, Rhys?”
“I need you to talk to me,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I need to know how to fix this.”
She finally raised her eyes to meet his, and he wished she hadn’t. The emptiness in her gaze was a knife to his heart.
“You want to fix this?” she asked, her tone devoid of emotion. “Then prove to me that I’m more than just a burden to you. Show me that I’m not some inconvenient addition to your perfect court.”
“I never thought you were—”
“Stop,” she interrupted, her voice rising for the first time in weeks. She stood, the papers in her hands trembling. “You did, Rhysand. You said it yourself. And I believed you. I believed every word.”
Her admission was like a punch to the gut, and Rhys took a shaky step forward. “I didn’t mean it, Y/N. I swear on the Mother, I didn’t mean it.”
“But you said it,” she whispered, tears finally spilling over. “And that’s the part I can’t forget.”
She brushed past him, leaving him standing alone in the library, her tears the only sound echoing in the empty space.
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The next morning, Y/N was back to her unshakable, distant self. She attended meetings, completed her missions with flawless precision, and maintained an icy professionalism that left no room for personal connection.
But Rhys noticed the way she avoided his gaze, the way her laughter no longer filled the halls, the way she barely touched the bond between them.
She was giving him exactly what he’d drunkenly demanded: distance, detachment, and silence.
And it was killing him.
One evening, Feyre found him sitting alone in the dining room, a glass of wine untouched in his hand.
“She’ll come back to you,” Feyre said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Rhys shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper. “Not unless I can prove to her that I’m worth coming back to.”
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It wasn’t until a particularly grueling mission left Y/N injured that the walls finally cracked.
She stumbled into the townhouse late at night, her arm bleeding and her face pale. Rhys was on her in an instant, his heart pounding as he helped her to the couch.
“Why didn’t you call for me?” he demanded, his hands glowing with healing light as he tended to her wounds.
“I didn’t think you’d want to clean up another one of my messes,” she said flatly, her words cutting deeper than any injury.
Rhys froze, his hands trembling. “Y/N, don’t—”
“Don’t what?” she snapped, her exhaustion finally breaking through her calm exterior. “Don’t remind you of the words you threw at me like knives? Don’t make you feel guilty for the way you shattered me?”
Her voice broke on the last word, and Rhys felt his own tears slipping free. “I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you,” he whispered. “But I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it right if you’ll let me.”
Y/N stared at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she shook her head, her voice soft but firm.
“I need more than words, Rhysand. I need actions. I need time. And I need to believe that you truly see me as your equal, not as someone you have to clean up after.”
He nodded, his heart aching. “You have my word, Y/N. I’ll prove it to you.”
She said nothing more, retreating to her room and leaving Rhys alone once again.
But this time, he felt the faintest flicker of hope.
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libraford · 1 day ago
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Hi, I just wanted to say congrats on the organ removal! You talking about your uterus health has also made me realize that some of the things I experience monthly are not really normal, so I'm also extremely grateful that you're so open about this. I'm almost 28 and I don't know if I ever would have realized it without you. Thank you, for your art, your photography especially, your openness, and your kindness.
<3
Yeah, part of the reason I've been talking so openly about it is that I'm pretty sure that the way people are so 'hush hush' about reproductive health was one of the contributing factors for why it took so goddamn long to actually get this checked.
Like... learning at 37 that PMS isn't supposed to be debilitating panic attacks and uncontrollable emotional outbursts paired with extreme abdominal pain.
Or that clots are supposed to be about the size of a dime, not a silver dollar.
That you're supposed to lose about 1/3cup menstrual fluid (which includes blood but also other discharges) and not go through an entire big box of the Size 5 8-hour overnight pads in three days.
And all of this, all of this... ALL of this is because there's a tumor inside my uterus that's eating all my estrogen.
Like... I kept going on thinking that these were normal things and I was just maladjusted and not handling it well.
OBVIOUSLY, I am still angry at the whole situation.
I am extremely thankful that Planned Parenthood was able to refer me to a doctor that was willing to work with me on all of this. Like I don't know where you are on your journey, but they were an incredible resource.
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ganondoodle · 10 hours ago
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botw2 (totk rewritten) ganondorf design post 2.0
(the better, less rambly one, bc i shouldnt be allowed to write when its past midnight- not deleting the other one bc i am a little whimp and am getting so bad decision paralysis over it its made me cry, this one is more heavy on design and the basic plot of the game)
Basic plot summary (shorter version- longer version at the end):
sheikah in service of the ancient queen discover remnants of the past while excavating for luminous stones, these remnants were being defended/kept safe by the sonau (engl. zonai) little shy cave dwellers who have kept these last ruins save but secret bc they thought it could lead to disaster seemingly aware of the ever repeating cycle and believing it to be not divine but a self perpetuated one built on the one sided history of the past, which is a threat to hyrule and its golden legacy; these ruins speak of a world threatening evil being born as the king of the gerudo, the ancient queen thus plans to lure him into a trap to seal him away before he can realize his destiny, he learns of it however and is forced to confront the queen through breaking into the castle, she sees that as a confirmation of her fears and it escalates into a battle between them that kills everyone that was in the throne room except the young princess- the queen sealing ganondorf as the room and parts of the castle is destroyed and buried beneath the ground. (the game largely revolves around finding clues about it, especially in sealed off caves of the now long extinct sonau)
except for the scene in the throne room nothing is clearly shown of the past, but it is the background behind everything
(zeldas main struggle in this game will be having to come to terms with her families legacy, what she thought and was taught not being true, the dark secrets buried everywhere, and perhaps trying to be better, now that all of hyrules been destroyed and the lands and people yet survived)
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Mummy version:
what you discover beneath hyrule castle after going to investigate the failing of shiekah tech all around, it is a clearly shiekah made system all around, though the chamber you find him in was built around him after the sealing, it being implied they used his spiritual power as the main energy source for all future tech, once disturbed the seal breaks and fuses to zelda (similar to the og trailer with link) he wakes up, the shock of suddendly being back in this broken body leading him to rather viciously attack them, the mastersword breaks and link loses his arm, the cave crumbles and zelda flees as she drags link behind her- the cataclysm happens and links gets his shiekah tech arm.
(in the little sketch there is a very roughly approximation to where ganondorf is located at the start and mid game fight, the arena you fought calamity ganon in is in reality a sphere with the lower half being an energy reserve for the royal family and further down the mechanism for the rising pillars from botw, its located between the castle and ganondorfs chamber, to quickly react when the malice build up has reached a critical point to detect immediately and start the defense programm- its all broken but still explorable after the mid point)
ganondorfs body is very damanged, the hole in his chest from the seal leads into an empty cavity, the ribs broken and bent in a swirling pattern like a gravitational pull, his right arm was desolved over time as he defensively grabbed the queens arm in his last moments; the face is more bone and there are no eyes, he does not move his jaw to speak, his hair is more like smoke after a certain amount of progression in the game the castle that fell into the underground (current hyrule castle) bc of the cataclysm is made accessible, as you venture in link is grabbed and pulled further in, seperated from zelda, she later rejoins you in the dungeon, acting all normal unless you are observant and see her using her left arm only and walking past things she normally wouldnt- at a certain point once the camera is not watching her, she suddendly starts to attack you viciously, as it was ganondorf in disguise- after the second half the real zelda breaks into the room with your friends in tow (yunobo, teba+tulin, riju, sidon) and he drops the disguise, the rest of the fight is against his mummy form, at the end of which is the cutscene of the confrontation with the queen, it is the only time you are given a direct window into the past. (plus its shown in that cutscene he has the ability to disguise himself as others, but only AFTER you have encountered it as to not ruin that moment..)
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post revival/restored: this is how he appears at the end of the game, the last dungeon is within the forgotten plateau, there is a longer cutscene of zelda and him talking while tension builds until the fight begins once your friends arrive (sidenote, this is also only unlocked with more progression, including the koga and deku dungeon and the master sword restoration quest)
this design isnt fully how he was in the past but fit to the circumstances now, but restored to the best of his abilities; he is older (50+) with greying hair; i wanted to make him look both strong and a little worn out, but with a vibe of incredible power he is well aware of as well as warmth the outfit is elaborate but mostly aimed to be practical, its easy to see he used to be a proud king, and still is, even if no one remembers him anymore; he wears a little armguard on the left to for deflecting purposes, his belt is also switched around to how it was originally to make drawing his sword easier with the left arm; a little wooden boar figurine carved from the wood of long extinct trees hangs on his belt, a gift from one of his daughters perhaps he wields magic with ease and his moveset makes it clear just how good of a fighter he is, even after thousands and thousands of years without motion, his moves are controlled and practiced- the magic is also NOT just based on malice, malice might be what keeps him alive now but its not all he is, he wields lightning and simpler moves with other elements, perhaps implying that magic was more widely spread back in his day .. or he has learned to wield it in part to the repeated interactions with the other races (both in the past, and as calamity ganon- it is made clear that whatever the malice eyes saw he saw as well, (also explaining how he can speak their languages) though it is also implied that the calamity as such is not fully his own making, but something familiar reaching out to try and help him break free -NOT anythign demise related, leave the guy alone- but going with the idea of the calamity having been what remained of oot ganondorf after degrading over all this time- a kindred spirit reaching out to take revenge together in a way
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Beast Ganon(dorf), normal
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Beast Ganon(dorf), charging magic
phase 3 of the end fight, after phase two he takes out all your friends and tranforms, chasing you (link and zelda) through the ground until breaking through to the surface of the plateau where this battle takes place.
his design is loosely inspired by the smoke version of calamity ganon and twilight princess beast ganon, his face and teeth mostly from the calamity- his back is split open with a shiekah tech spine, given his connection to it via being its power source as well as overtaking it in botw, reddish smoke eminating from it, hes has 5 limbs as he is still missing his right arm, the big dark arms are made of malice and in phase 2 he takes one of those big arms to 'rebuild' his missing one, though it is not as well usable like a real one, his braids carry over thoguh now dark black, when charging magic it lights up in waves; the tail is flat and he moves not all that beast like, more draconic really, able to float for short periods of time and 'swim' through the ground reminiscent of moldoras his attack pattern is changed to fit this appearance, but he still uses magic in varying ways, thouhg swiping and biting after you as well, he will sometimes go for zelda directly but she will usually protect herself in a bubble of light- typical weak point is within the mouth though he makes sure to not give you alot of opportunities, typical staggers migth include destroying a front leg (since those are all made of goo)
my aim with this was to create a beast version both familiar and very different, with the vibe of, this is still him, just another appearance, though angered and more agressive he has not lost himself, perhaps even enjoying it a little, feeling a little more alive again, though he does not care for this world, he is a stranger here, this isnt his time and all that ever mattered to him is long gone, destroyed or forgotten, now all that matters to him is to end zeldas rotten family
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Phase 2 and Phase 4 (out of order bc big boar lad wouldnt fit on here)
in phase 2 he 'rebuilds' his missing arm with one taken from the boar form, as it appears afterwards, he changes his sword into a larger one during the second half and can change its hilt length on the fly, making it both a big sword and a spear- the malice arm will be used to mimic some of links abilities, like the hookshot, grabbing onto you from afar, pulling you closer or flinging you around, while still being largely a swordfight with magic- he can aim lightning directly at you just as you can via the shiekah arm and rijus ability, if you are quick enough you can activate it at the same time as he does and catch the charge instead, either refilling your magic meter or deflecting it back at him (like the god ol back and forth)
phase 4 is the final phase after beast (phase 3) his design is a mix of all forms, he is larger than in 1 and 2, furry all over and although much more human again his hair is all smoke like, the armguard fused to his arm like golden scales and the wound in the chest now broken open again with malice eyes staring from within
after phase 3 it seems like the battle is over and zelda steps up to do just as she did at botw end, but before she can finish it a swordslash cuts off half her right hand, as ganondorf isnt done yet and changed from phase 3 to 4; zelda is then disabled for this last fight (no fighting support and repairing weapons), shes been taken to safety by your friends, who finally managed to follow you up here, and you, link, are now the last one standing- his moveset is a mix of it all, quickly changing between swordplay and swipes, magical abilities and grab attacks, it is faster than the previous ones and he dodges much more as well, its meant to really be a challenge
(also heres a sketch of his swords?)
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Long plot summary: the shiekah in the service of the ancient queen of hyrule discovered ancient remnants of times long past (aka the old titles, long forgotten) while excavating for luminous stones (as they were developing their tech and needed something to fuel it) that speak of a world threatening evil born as the king of the gerudo, which the queen takes as a warning of the past, and as there currently is a ganondorf as the gerudos king who refuse to unite under her banner but are otherwise on neutral terms she plans to imprison him in a stasis between life and death before he can become that world threatening evil she now believes he is destined to be in order to save everyone and delay it from returning as long as possible (assuming there will be no other male gerudo born while the current one is technically still alive)
(the discovery of said remnants of the past also involves the shiekah persecuting the sonau (zonai), little shy cave dwellers who keep their distance from everyone and have kept these last ruins save but secret bc they thought it could lead to disaster seemingly aware of the ever repeating cycle and believing it to be not divine but a self perpetuated one built on the one sided history of the past, self fullfilling prophecies, which is a threat to hyrule and its golden legacy)
its a plan enacted over years, including secretly manipulating things to make the gerudo farmlands wield bad harvests (NOT in a 'desert was green and lush uwu' way, but they have had their techniques to thrive), forcing them to trade with hyrule and starting to depend on it- the goal being to put ganondorf under so much pressure until he is willing to let go of their sovereignity for the sake of his people or otherwise willing to talk, the meeting with the queen however would be to lure him into a trap and enact the seal
ganondorf here is a new one, he is named so in honor of old myths and legends, he is older (50+) and has two daughters, a proud king and firm in his stance to not bow to anyone yet wanting to avoid conflict for the sake of his people and family; he learns of the scheme before its fully realized, including that the many years of failing crops and dying animals might not be a play of nature after all (through hyrule soldiers talking too much after a having a few too many drinks? something something about their view of the gerudo, since thats always in the games, lets make use of it no?) he sends messengers and messages to the queen, requesting an audience, but she rejects all of it and refuses to talk with him, as the plan isnt fully prepared yet and she has become fearful of him over the years of obsessing over the warnings of the past and the worlds fate, as she sees it, depending on her and the success of it
at some point he has had enough of it and disguises himself and his two most trusted advisors/warriors (potentially his mothers?) as the shiekahs leader and two underlings to finally get to the queen, aiming to confront her about everything- it works and they are let into the castle, overwhelm the guards locking the doors so its only him, his advisors and the royal family with a few taken out guards etc. the queen sees this as a confirmation of his true nature coming through though- he can see there is nothing he could do to convince her he is not what she thinks he is, he attempts to be diplomatic but she is unwavering in her faith
she gives him a choice, to be sealed willingly so he can be remembered as a noble king who gave his life for the world before he became the beast that would threaten to destroy it all, or refuse and risk war and defamation. he refuses of course and a fight ensues, escalating to the point of the throne room itself being send below the earth and the death of everyone within it, with the exception of the young princess of hyrule (who will go on to keep this secret safe and spin the story her way)
it is implied that ganondorf had not told alot of people about hyrules schemes, wanting to deescalate the situation and it ending in a way no one anticipated, but theres remnants of old gerudo villages hidden away as some stayed loyal to him, likely of one of his daughters, as the world turned his legacy into a frightful tale and the gerudo falling under hyrules rule, one chose to resist as the other chose to bow
(i hope its clear that ganondorf is supposed to be framed as the one more in the right, even if its not outright said out loud bc i still want people to think .. i hoped to strike a balance between what i like and what zelda stories usually amount to while leaning much more clearly into a hyrule critical lense .. without, hopefully, being too overtly so)
(i thought about making the mid game cutscene into a rough comic or storyboard but im honestly very unsure about it all again q-q)
(i hope this version is better, i will never post these drawing again i swear im done with this part ..)
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werecreature-addicted · 3 days ago
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Hiyaaaa... If I remember correctly, you had some posts/asks about fertility treatment by werewolf fucking that turns you partly into werewolf. And it got me thinking... why treat only fertility? Yes, fetish, great, I love it, I am a big supporter 🧎‍♀️ but we need to think creatively! And combine pleasure with usefulness! (as my obgyn said xd)
Chronic ilnesses, brittle bones, blood diseases, fatigue, depression, eds(?), heavy periods, cardiovascular diseases, and more! By partly turning into werewolf you get stronger muscles, bones and organs, have bigger apetitte, different metabolism, your hormones change and by getting dicked down even a lot of excercise and endorphins! Healthy lifestyle!
Bonus points if werewolves would specifically choose sickly humans to be their breeder cause they are so grateful, energetic and happy to be able to keep up with the pack soon and have a purpose now!
oh, the things i would have done to have a werewolf fuck me to correct my chronic pain...instead i got a stupid surgery.
Imagine not even knowing you have chronic pain and just assuming everyone is exhausted and hurting all the time and just dealing with it better than you and then you start having sex with a werewolf and then it just...goes away??? and you realize that THIS is what's normal!!! THIS is how everyone feels all the time holly shit how did you live before this?
imagine going to the doctor and getting prescribed werewolf creampies.
imagine putting a sex ban on your werewolf lover because you've been going at it too much lately and now you're starting to crave raw meat and your mouth waters when you see a squirrel run by.
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basilthesnakingthing · 3 days ago
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Okay so I’ve been thinking about this ALL DAY and at first I was trying to decide what exactly I meant when I called myself “we” when talking to myself. And it’s mostly things like “brain, other organs, parts of limbs, nervous system, emotions, ideas, and my fickle lord that I must constantly negotiate with, executive functions.” That’s what I meant by “not in a plural way. Singlets also have all that. It has nothing to do with identity.
But then it began to occur to me that I do live in mental states that I shift between. That’s normal, we usually call them “moods.” But I realized mine. Don’t blend. There’s this one where I do these sorts of things, and this other one where I feel these emotions and want to do this and am interested in this. There are four of them and they’re consistently made of the same traits. I experience them one at a time. It always feels like I’m the one feeling that way, but I switch which one I feel like, and I strongly identify with one of these sets of traits at a time. Does that make me plural? Do each of those count as an identity? A type of alter? Is that what it’s like for you?
(@jekyllhyde-ballad, I’m not asking if it’s like that for you, but I feel like you should see he rest of what I said.)
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Made a plural version of that one meme
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corpsedogs · 3 days ago
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✿ my annoying siblings (req)
tim drake x f!assistant
more focused on the bat-family
( ♡ he just likes his assistant, is that wrong? )
“Yeah, okay I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks again.” Tim says before looking at the end call screen on his phone. Dick, who was sitting on a chair leaned back to look at him, “Who was that?” he asked. Tim didn’t look back but answered, “My assistant.” Dick’s eyes raised as he looked towards Bruce’s direction.
“Do you know about this?”
“No.” Bruce answers as he looks through his case files.
Stephanie perks up from the conversation. “Why’d you hire one?” Tim looks up at her, “I just needed help at work. You know, to balance my work better.” Tim shrugs, placing his phone in his pocket.
Damian crosses his arms, “Since when are you not capable of doing your tasks?” Tim glared at him, “I am capable, I just needed some help.”
Tim had hired a new assistant, you. It's been a few weeks since he has hired you, his initial plan was to keep you for a week before working by himself again. But god, how it made his life so easier.
Schedules, back reading paperwork, research. It was all done once he went back to see you. Not only that, but he also found you endearing. He would always admire how hard you worked and how you would always get the job done.
He can’t help but smile when you enter his office as you hold onto some paperwork in your arms or when he listens to your voice on the phone as you update on his schedule.
Jason raised his brow as he saw him staring to space, “You good?” Tim was snapped from his thoughts “Huh? Yeah.. just thinking about work.” Jason shrugged, not giving a care as he walked towards the exit of the batcave.
A day passed by and Tim was in Wayne enterprises. He looked up ahead and saw you making some coffee, he didn’t hesitate and walked to your side. Tim cleared his throat as you looked at him surprised, "Oh, sir. I'm so sorry I didn't see you. Did you want some coffee?"
“Yes please.” He says giving you a warm smile. You nodded as you prepared a cup, “Do you have any preferences?”
“Two sugar, with a splash of creamer would be great. Thank you.”
You nodded at his request and started to pour the warm water onto the cup.
Tim crosses his arms, “Anything I should take note of today?” he asks, you thought for a bit before shaking your head “Uh, no one seems to be asking for a meeting and.. the things you requested should be coming in here soon. So I suppose your schedule is quite free, should I write something down?”
Tim didn’t realize he had been zoning out while staring at you until he was back to reality. He blinked twice when he noticed you had been speaking. “Sorry, what was that?” he asked, feeling a bit dazed. “There's nothing important to report,” you repeated, “So your schedule is quite free today.” you said as you gave him his coffee.
Tim slowly took the warm cup from you, “Thank you.” he said, his fingers brushed against yours when he took the cup from your hands.
Free time.
He had been so busy lately that having a free day seemed strange. "You sure I don't have anything scheduled?” he asked, a bit of skepticism in his tone. You took out your phone to double check and nodded, “Well, yes. Unless you want to meet with someone today.” He took a sip of his coffee, savoring the bittersweet taste, “I was thinking…”
“I was wondering if… you’d like to have lunch with me?” You blanked out for a minute, “Me?” you pointed to yourself. “Oh, I mean. Sure, I’d love to sir.” Tim was surprised by how easy it was to convince you to accept his invitation. Not only that, but your eagerness to go was also surprising. Normally he’d expect someone to be skeptical when a boss asks you to have lunch with them.
He smiled warmly at you, “Great, I’ll pick you up at your desk at 12.”
Noon arrived. Tim was a bit nervous as he stood in front of your desk. He had taken off his suit jacket and loosened his tie for the occasion. Tim took a deep breath before tapping the top of your desk to get your attention. “Ready?” You nodded, “Yes, let me just tidy my things.”
Tim watched as you gathered your things, placing them in their proper folders. Once you were ready, the two of you left the building as Tim gestured to you to walk ahead of him.
The cafe wasn't a 5 minute walk for the building, when you approached the cafe, he opened the door for you, gesturing for you to walk in first. You sat down in one of the booths, “Is there a reason why you took me out for lunch sir?” you asked.
Tim shrugged his shoulders as he sat opposite of you, “I thought I’d treat you since you’ve been such a great help lately.”
“Oh, thank you.” you said. Tim could sense a bit of embarrassment in your voice as he replied.
The waitress came by to take the two of your orders. Tim looked at you first, “What’re you gonna have?” You looked down at the menu, then back up at him, "I’ll have the chicken parm and water, please." Tim nodded, then ordered once it was his turn, "I’ll get an iced green tea and the club sandwich."
The waitress took your orders and left the two of you to chat. Tim leaned back in his spot and studied you a bit more before he spoke, "How’s being my assistant like so far?”
You avoided eye contact a bit, “It's nice, the job is for me and I get nice pay.” you answered. He tried to reassure you, “I’m glad you like the job. And also, I don’t bite. You don’t need to be so nervous.”
“Well, it’s a little difficult for me to talk friendly to a higher up.” you nervously chuckled. “You don’t need to feel nervous talking to me. You’ve been doing a fantastic job as my assistant, if anything, I should be nervous talking with you.” he said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.
You softly smiled, “Well, it was nice for you to take me out to lunch sir.” He smiled back at you as he spoke, “You’re welcome, but don’t call me ‘sir’ when we’re outside of work.”
Night time passed, Tim was on his Red Robin suit sitting on one of the rooftops watching from below. Behind him was Jason and Stephanie who accompanied him on patrol. Jason sat by him as he tapped his fingers on the stone floor, “So..” he trailed, “Who’s your date?” Stephanie asked.
Tim raised his brow at the two, “What date?” Stephanie crossed his arms “The date you had at the afternoon.” Tim looked at the two of them, deadpanning “What date...” oh no.
Tim stood up, “Have you two been spying on me??” Dick’s voice entered in the earpiece “And me.” he fuzzed in. Tim rolled his eyes in annoyance, “All of you were spying on me??” he asked, a bit frustrated.
Jason smirked, “What’s the matter, Red? Didn’t want us to find out who you were swooning over?” Tim narrowed his eyes at Jason, “I am not ‘swooning’ over anyone.” he replied.
Stephanie smirked as she joined in, "You definitely were. Who is it?"
“It’s nothing. Just lunch with an assistant,” he said. Jason scoffed, getting more of an idea of who “that assistant” was. “Since when did you start taking an interest in your assistants?”
Dick chimed in again ”That was your assistant??” Tim looked up at the sky in frustration, and nodded. Stephanie started to laugh, “Oh my god, you’ve got the hots for your assistant!” Tim huffed, he knew where this was going to go. “Why were you three spying on me anyway?”
“Because, we’re nosey.”, Dick said through the comms again. Jason crossed his arms, “You should get used to it by now.” Before Tim could say anything, Barbara chimed in. “Guys, task at hand please.” she said, thank you Barbara. “Let’s talk about this later.” Dick said, before he tuned out.
Tim is positive he won't see the light of day soon.
🍰 part two? maybe? please reblog and comment to support me 🙏
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cottoncandybaby · 3 days ago
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𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋
𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡. - "𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢'𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫?"
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Summary: Fem¡Reader x Steve Harrington. You two were always just "casual." Just two co-workers who would come out from the break room flushed, zipping your clothes up. Just two co-workers who bought an apartment together and would host sleepovers with the kids there. Just co-workers...right?
TW: Language, Sexual Innuendos, Angst, Miscommunication
Based off the song "Casual" by Chappel Roan
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Your fingers tightened around the tapes in your hand, feeling the way your body tensed. The knot in your throat held a grip on your tongue that you bit on, jaw clenched. Your guts churned, nostrils flaring slightly. All because you caught sight of Steve Harrington flirting with a girl during both of your shifts.
' Why am I even jealous...he's not my boyfriend anyway.'
Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of Steve handing her a small ripped up piece of paper, surely his number. You leaned further against the counter to eavesdrop, accidentally knocking over a stack of tapes when doing so. You jumped, shoulders tense as he glanced over his shoulder and gave you a chuckle before turning back to the girl.
'He's not my boyfriend.'
'Steve is not my boyfriend,' you think to yourself as you unlock the apartment door - the apartment in which you shared. You let out a small sigh, lips thrusted down in a frown before your eyes widened at the sight of your co-worker even near the stove. You undid the lace of your sneakers, placing strands of hair behind your ear as you did so. "Who are you cooking for?" You scrunched your nose, 'Jesus - I sound nosy and jealous.' You mentally pace palmed but luckily Steve didn't take it that way.
Instead he gave you a cheeky smile, shifting a bit from the stove so you could get a slight view of the pan. The sizzling of the butter on the toast made the buds of your tongue wet, biting your bottom lip with a smile. "For us, obviously." He muttered with a snort, placing a hand on his hip while the other hand held on the arm of the pan.
You don't even know how it happened or even started, or how this was 'accidental' just like the other seven nights - but you ended up bare under Steve's sheets. The soft rising of your chest fluttered his blankets, your eyes darting to the arm - his arm - draped along your waist. His warmth pressed behind you as he softly snored, head stuffed in the pillow to slightly muffle them. Just normal co-worker habits.
It was no surprise when you caught feelings for Steve, after all that happened. You could never forget the first time you guys kissed at the Family Video; the way his lips brushed against yours in quick firm kiss after you went on a rampage about the whole Star Wars plotline - he couldn't help but gawk in awe. You knew Steve was always meant for casual, especially after Nancy. You knew Steve never actually liked you and always saw you as a friend. He called it casual.
Was it casual? Yes, no attachments.
Your forearms pressed against the counter of the shop, fingers tracing the page of the magazine you had just bought. You hummed as Robin went on her usual ramble about band and how she prefers a certain sheet of music over another. You raised a puzzled brow when her eyes widened, pausing in her words with a finger lifted pointed at you. Your eyes slightly widened when you realized she had seen the hickey planted on your neck - the hickey Steve gave you.
"Holy moly what vampire got ahold of you?" She snorted, playfully slapping her knee. You blushed a shade of pink, furrowing your brows. Steve lifted his head, lips parted with blush ridden cheeks. Robin somehow caught on, lifting a pointed finger with a gasp. "Wait hold on did y-"
"Oh, look!" You cut her off with a smile, clapping her hands. "Customer!" Robin nodded, saluting you like a soldier. "Customer, I shall go do my job." Robin teasingly winked, snapping her fingers before trotting to the new customer. Steve's lips twisted into a small smile, nudging your side. "Close one huh?" He chuckled, you nodded eagerly. "Way too close, try other areas Harrington." He pouted, "well that's no fun."
"You're such a tease," you placed a hand on his chest and shoved him away gently - he placed a hand on yours that was on his chest. "Just for you," he winked.
Just for me? Your face fell a bit. Then stop letting this be casual, just for me. Stop giving your number out to other girls, just for me. Stop disappearing out of my bed, just for me. Stop giving up on us, just for me. Somehow Steve could detect the switch in you because he tilted his head, hand still on yours. "(Y/n), what's wrong?-"
You took a few steps back but still had your hand remaining on his chest, your own chest rose quickly up and down. "No-Nothing!" You panicked, your tone snappier on accident which is something you tended to do when you were nervous. "I'm fine." He furrowed his brows, jaw slightly clenched. Steve dropped your hand, dropped his hand from yours, and nodded coldly. "M'kay." He walked away simply, eyes glared slightly. Robin immediately slid along the counter towards you, eyeing you.
"Shit...look, (Y/n)," she sighed and placed hand circles around her eyes like goggles. "I may need glasses but I'm not blind, that is not so 'they're just my co-worker' of you guys." She snapped a finger towards you with raised brows. "That's-"
"Casual," you nodded with a muffled sigh by your sleeve, hips leaning against the wooden counter. Robin blinked with tilted head, "casual? Casual my ass!" You shushed her, blinking with a scoff. "Just relax, I don't really care either way."
Bullshit, you did. And you cared a lot.
I try to be the chill girl, but honestly I'm not.
Your breath mingled with Steve's as you both lay in his bed, again, same as the other past months. His hand rested against your hip, his hair ruffled as yours messily slumped over your shoulders. Steve cleared his throat, letting out a shaky breath. "(Y/n), I kinda need a favor and...and I figured you'd give in." Your heart paced, sitting p slightly but shifting on your side to get a good look at him. "Hm?"
He removed his hand from your waist, fingers running through his hair. "I lied and told my parents I had a girlfriend, and now they're committed to meeting her except-"
"You don't have a girlfriend."
"Exactly," he nodded as he rubbed his face - you knew exactly what was on his mind and what question he was about to ask. And you knew you'd never say no. "I-I just wanted to ask, feel free to say no but...could you just pretend to be my girlfriend?" You furrowed your brows, fumbling with your fingers. He observed your face, trying to detect for some sort of signal.
"Sure, fine...just pretend." You nodded, clicking your tongue. You could see Steve's face practically light up, eyes glistening. Before you could even question anything else he pecked your lips, softer than usual. "Holy shit, thank you - thank you (Y/n)!" The way his hands felt on your cheeks, the way they rested, almost felt like your cheek was made for his hand...made you uneasy about 'pretend.'
If Steve wanted to play pretend then you will. Since that moment and on, any feelings or warmth you had towards Steve Harrington was thrown out the window.
Fucked you in the bathroom, when we went to dinner, your parents at the table
Your hands shimmied your dress down your body after Steve had bunched it up your waist for easier access, the sound of him zipping up his pants echoed around the restaurant bathroom. You fixed the front of your now wrinkled dress as Steve fixed the collar of his shirt behind you.
"Your parents won't suspect a thing right? I don't look like I just got banged in a bathroom?" You playfully jabber, hands fixing your hair as you turned to Steve. Something different was in his eyes, something...unfamiliar. The way his eyes softened tenderly, his lips parted with a soft gasp. He eyed you, taking his time as if he tried memorizing every curve and every detail. "You look...beautiful." He whispered.
You tilted your head, hands fixing the ruffled collar of his shirt. "Thank you," you smiled sweetly with a quick peck to his cheek. "We should head back and play pretend." You scoffed, opening the door and making your way back. Steve leaned against the sink counter, cheeks flushed as his eyes followed you. Fuck, he's fallen for you.
Before you could even get closer you felt a hand pull you back into the middle of the restaurant where servers would almost run into you. "What the hell?" You muttered, taking your hand back from Steve who could feel his heart pound so heavily he could throw up.
"I love you."
What? You gulp, 'no he doesn't.' You let out a shaky chuckle, "good acting." Steve eagerly nodded no, taking your hand back and placing it against his chest like he did days ago. "No, (Y/n). I love you." By the tone of his voice, this wasn't pretending anymore. Your face fell, bottom lip trembled with a gulp. "No, don't." You whispered, he tilted his head. "Yes, I do. (Y/n), I've loved you since-"
"No," you cut him off. "You..." you looked around with a distressed expression as the servers attempted dodging you both. "You don't get to do this, that's not fair." Your voice was more stern now, he blinked - gulping, "I can't help it anymore (Y/n)...I've always loved y-"
"Bullshit!" You snapped, shoving past him and storming out the restaurant.
You wonder why I'm bitter?
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elliesgaymachete · 2 days ago
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i am personally quite conflicted about whatever is happening with this campaign and bells hells, but i wanted to say something about giving the gods a choice: if someone came to your house with a shotgun pointed at you and told you that you can either leave or stay but become a monkey, would you actually consider that a free choice? whith a shotgun pointed at you?
Let me take your analogy and help you understand
Imagine there’s a house you grew up in. It’s the only home you’ve ever known, you’ve always lived there, you know no other home and can’t imagine living anywhere else. Then some entity that’s stronger than you and smarter than you and bigger than you and more powerful than you comes along and says, “this is my house now”. You couldn’t fight them even if you wanted to because they’re so unbelievably powerful so you say sure and let them take over your house.
For the most part it’s fine, fairly normal, but every so often, they put in a display of power like emptying out the fridge so no one can eat, or turning off the electricity, or kicking someone out of the house, or even killing someone. They just want to make sure you don’t get too comfortable and know who’s in charge here. They see you as so much lesser, but it’s such a kind mercy that they let you stay here with them.
They don’t talk to you anymore, but they talk to other people, whisper in their ears, help out whenever it benefits them. These people listen to whatever they say and have become the security of the house. Sometimes they punish you for doing something wrong or kick you out of your bedroom so they can turn it into their office. So you go share a room with someone else or sleep on the couch.
Whenever they get mad you’re afraid you might freeze or go hungry or die in your own fucking house. Maybe next time they’ll get so angry they just set the whole place on fire and watch while you burn and then collect the insurance payout. You and everyone else has long since accepted this as the status quo and it feels like nothing can be done. But, you’re still just trying to live in your house
If you finally found something you could use to fight this guy, would you use it? But to offer them a choice of “get out of my house or give up your power and join me down here and we can all live at the same level”? That’s a big fucking mercy in my opinion
Clearly this is an imperfect metaphor, as you’ve probably realized at this point. The situation is so much more nuanced than that. And i think that, given everything Bells Hells knows and has gone through, they found a fantastic solution to this divisive problem
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dapperd3m0n · 2 days ago
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Oh, I’ve done this.
The day after my partner and I started dating, we were staying at a bnb. We were having breakfast, and (knowing that she wanted this and that this was something she fully consented to,) I hypnotized her to experience the effects of some mystery drug – except the effects would only hit once I revealed that I “drugged” her.
The setup was a little too lucky. There was a small bottle of maple syrup (like two ounces) on the counter, and I poured a little bit into her coffee, trying my best to be “sneaky.” I got caught, of course, and told her not to worry about it. It was just something for her coffee. (Hey, it was.)
We had normal conversation for a few minutes, until I absently mused about wondering how long it would take for the effects to hit. She asked what I meant, and I told her something to the effect of, “You didn’t really think that was flavoring, did you?”
All at once, her eyes went wide, and she tried to stand. She had to hold onto the table to get up completely, then had to use the wall for support as she tried to make her way to the door, away from what she now realized had happened. Of course, I was all too happy to offer my support, and held her up as she attempted to walk on shaky legs. She wanted to push me away, to fight me off, because she knew that this was my doing – but she was in no state to fight. Being the sicko gentleman that I am, I led her to the bedroom so she could rest.
I could tell you what happened next, but all I’ll say is this: she still lets me make her coffee. Sometimes.
Hypnotize me to believe you are chloroforming/drugging me and then enjoy the show of me fighting to stay awake.
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masonmace · 13 hours ago
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Please let me finish this one chat OH FUCK 😔 (future Tim: I finished in one night!!)
tw: age gap (reader is late 20's, John is almost 40), p in v, hand-gags, oral (reader receiving), praise, biting, yada yada (not proofread)
Babysitter!reader....
Assume afab reader.
John knew he'd found the perfect match for his son, Thomson, in you. His mother used to take him during deployments, but her job required a lot of time from home and from school. Which isn't good.
Having said that, during those times, you go over to his house and stay there with his son. Take the boy to school, his sports, all else in place of Jonathon. He gives you free rein! For the most part. Just no snooping in the back room... you've always wondered what was in there.
Just respect John too much to go and search out a key to said room.
John wasn't supposed to come home for another couple of days. Normally, the day before he comes back, you clean the place up, all else. Wash the Captain's bed sheets - which have been thoroughly tainted in your smells.
That wasn't the case time around. You haven't expected him for another few days, so you crashed in his bed after putting Tommy in his own. You're gone at this point; completely and utterly slumped. Phone playing out the sound of whatever last video you were watching over and over and over.
John notices that the house is silent...dark and quiet. Bed time for everyone at the ripe old time of two am. The guest bedroom door shut, so he figures you're in there. Quiet and stealthy-like, John sneaks upstairs. Making his stop to his son's room and peeping the door open. Seeing the groggy seven year old snoozing open-mouthed in bed. His night light illuminating just enough.
He stalks forward and brushes Tommy's hair back, sweetly kissing his temple once - then twice - before turning and sneaking back out.
Rubbing his face, he closes the door with his other hand. Feeling at ease now as he moves down the hall to his own bedroom on the opposite end of the snazzy flat.
He nudges the door open with a little thud, flicking the light on.
There you are, shooting up from your laid position with a rough "mh!" Eyes shut tight and eyebrows furrowed. Hair all messed up and bare chested in Jonathon's bed.
John stares for a second. Listening as you call out to see if Tommy's there, a little shocked to see you - presumably bare - in his bed.
"It's me, luv." He says, a gravel in his voice. Watching as your jaw goes utterly slack and eyes wide with surprise. You swallow down a yelped apology. Hands fumbling around for the hoodie you'd worn before tearing it off before sleeping. Only to realize that it, too had been John's. "No stress."
John puts out a placating hand and sighs through his nose. Mustering a tired smile. Though he can't bring himself to understand why you slept in his bed and not the guest bedroom.
"Ain't bother 'nough to get you out, dear." He mumbles. Sighing idly and chuckling. "I take it it's cozy?" He sets his bag to the side and grumbles low in his throat. He's already in a tee and jeans.
Eventually, he comes back to the room. You've found your way out of bed and into clothes that were your own. John's thought about it, and, well, he's got other plans. He raises an eyebrow, catching his shoulder before you can leave the room.
"Ah-ah, luv." He says, hand slipping to your upper chest and guiding you back into the room. "'Stead of leavin'." He pauses, turning to face you better. Blinking gently down at you. "Figured you could stay in bed with me."
Shocked, you pause, standing in the doorway and eyeballing John.
"Y'know. Help me out and we can forget you were in my bed." He states, voice a little lower.
Now, Price is a very handsome man. That much is true. He hasn't had the time to look for a partner since his wife left.
"Like... help you..?" you say, eyeballing John a tad but skeptically. He takes a deep breath and nods.
"Not mandatory." Jonathon hums, giving a shrug and itching his bottom lip with his teeth. "But I'd love your company." He breathes, thumb drawing little circles on your shoulder. When you nod, he can't help but smile. Lips quirking up at the corners.
He watches you as you step further into the room, clicking the door shut behind you. Price's hand jutting out to lock it just in case. "Don't you worry about him." He says, same hand moving to brush some hair behind your ear. "You can keep it down, yeah?" He purrs, gently and playfully pinching your ear in the way he usually does.
He pulls you closer by your waist, leaning into you and ducking his head lower.
It doesn't take much longer for him to be kissing you. Humming against your lips and deepening it as you return the kiss. Lips swaying together. John giving a groan once you lace your arms around his neck. His tongue tracing your lips and licking into your mouth once your pink lips part. As your lips dance together, John walks you both back towards his bed. Sitting down onto the edge and parting from the kiss to allow you to climb into his lap.
He gives a satisfied hum, hands finding your hips and lips returning to yours. Giving quite the pleased hum as you start grinding onto him. His strong hands finding way to grope at your rear.
You both make quick work of removing one another's clothes. His hands tugging off the hoodie you'd just recently put on. You returning the favor and shedding his shirt. Both of you sit back and admire for a second before it's right back to sucking face.
It isn't all that long until John's rolling you over and tossing you further onto his blanket and pillow-covered bed. The entirety of it still stinking like his musk and only a touch like you. He crawls over you, eagerly grasping the unaccompanied waistband of your shorts. Pulling them down.
Not casting much of a second glance as he tossed the clothes somewhere to the side. Tongue guiding way for his lips as he makes way down your neck. Breathing in your scent as he sucks light red marks into your neck. Slowly but surely making way down your warm body. Leaving marks and bites in his wake. His own hips gently rutting into the mattress, stiff and needy in his jeans and boxers.
There's no wasting of time to get nestled between your legs. His rough hands grasping your thighs and guiding them onto his burly shoulders. His kisses started on one knee, guiding lower and lower between your legs. Mustache scraping along your sensitive thighs and teeth sinking into the flesh in rough love bites. Jonathon's thoroughly enjoying the sharp breaths and winced moans you give with each bite.
The ache in your core bordering unbearable as he works his magic on the other side. Finally - fucking finally - he's between your legs. Fat tongue flattening to lick up your sweet, wet cunt. Growling at the flavor of you. Giving something akin to a huffed moan as he closes his lips around you and sucks your lower lips. Damn near making out with her as he slurps and suckles at you. His arms hugging your hips and keeping you thoroughly planted on his face.
Growling into his face-full as he latched onto your clit and sucks like his life depends on it. Not giving even half a shit as your thighs close around his head. As much as he wants to hear your mewls, he knows it'll have to wait until you both have true alone-time.
He starts with his tongue. Lapping at your hole - wet and hungry - suckling at it before he licks into you. Jaw dropping as he thrusts his tongue into you. One hand reaching up and grasping your chest, thumbing at your nipple. His other lower and replacing his tongue with a finger.
Easing it into you, meaty and thick. Your plush walls accepting him as he goes back to sucking the rest of you. His grunts all the praise you need as he starts to thrust and curl that digit into you. His lips parting with a sloppy pop. "Pretty cunt tastes so amazin', luv.." he groans. Taking a second to flick his tongue on your clit and rest his cheek on your thigh. Easing a second finger in and watching your face twist. "Did she need this?"
His voice is a sultry purr. Watching your eager nods. Developing a boastful grin before his face is right back between your legs. He can feel the way your hips are starting to squirm against him, and he follows like a dog. Fingers thrusting and curling in a mind boggling slow yet rough pace. Jamming into you a curling into that spongey little spot. His tongue and lips working your clit.
Jonathon gives an "mmh.." against your cunt, urging you to cum as he feels the way you tighten on his fingers. The thrusts of his fingers shallow now, quicker and equally as rough. He can feel the way your thighs are closing around his head. Breath coming in ragged gasps snd eyes slowly rolling back. The way he groans against your cunt sending you into a shaking orgasm.
The man happily works you through it as you tremble. Thighs trembling and cunt fluttering around his thick fingers. His pace slowing as he works you through it. Gently lapping at your clit. Waiting until your breath evens out to pull his fingers out. He lays a fee gentle kisses along your thighs. Making his way up your body once again. "You did so well..." he purrs.
John slowly presses the fingers he'd used on you against your lips. Easing his fingers into your warm mouth. Rubbing his fingers against your tongue and groaning as you suck on them. "Good.." he purrs, peering down into your eyes.
He waits a second before pulling his fingers out of your mouth. His hands coming to hold your cheeks and pull you in for a proper kiss. Lips swaying with yours. His cock straining desperately in his pants. Pulling off of you with a wet sound.
"Can I fuck you raw?" He requests, thumb rubbing across your cheekbone and gaze dark with lust. Slowly wetting his lips. When you give permission, he gives a low groan in anticipation, leaning back on his heels and quickly working to get his pesky pants off.
He undoes his belt and all else with practiced ease, grunting and finally getting them down enough. His aching cock springing free. Hanging under its own weight. He's thick. Uncut in the prettiest way. Pre already beaded at the tip as he kicks his pants off onto the floor. He sucks his teeth, eyes dark and predatory as he crawls his way but up to you.
"I've always wondered what you'd look like in my bed." He purrs, his dick twitching with interest as you wrap your legs around his hips. His hand running between the two of you. "How you'd feel on my cock..."
His voice trails. Holding himself at the base and teasing the tip through your slick folds. Hissing at the feeling and forcing himself not to buck. His ears straining to hear your response.
John chuckles to himself. Finally pressing his tip to your entrance and easing himself into you. You can't help but be thankful that he'd prepped you, jaw falling open and the stretch causing the slightest of burns as he eases into your willing cunt. His own breath huffing out as he eases inch after inch into you. His eyes fluttering.
You feel so full by the time he bottoms out. Both of you connected at the hips, taking deep breaths. John's hand gently scraping through your hair, eyes half lidded and down on your face. Rasping out a pant. "Fuckin' hell.." he breathes. "Sweetest pussy I've ever felt, luv..." Jonathon pants.
He only waits a couple seconds longer before his hips ease forward into you again. The sensation enough to have you gasping and head knocking back into the sheets. Moaning so sweetly as he repeats the process. With your next moan is when he clamps a hand over your mouth. "Sshh, luv." He grunts. Voice on the edge of a groan as he thrusts into you with a soft squelch. Starting to pick up the pace. His free hand pushing your knee up and bending it upwards. His hips shifting to pounding down into you.
John's thrusts are quicker now. Heavy. Splitting you open on his fat cock. His head dipping to start leaving hot, open kisses along your neck. Able to feel the stresses of his missions melting away as he fucks your sweet pussy. His other hand still clamped over your mouth. Now freed hand snaking between your legs to start rubbing at your needy, throbbing clit.
It only adds, thumb swirling around the sensitive nub and his cock now plunging in and out of you. Quick and desperate for release. Jonathon having no care on if you're on the pill or anything. You can't seem to find it in you either - only one thing on either of your minds: your approaching orgasms.
Yours is sneaking up on you. Eyes screwing together and walls clamping down on the intrusion. John's jaw slacked to let hoarse, raspy pants out. Nodding at you - giving you all the permission you'll ever need to cum. That hot coil in your guts. The heat that starts on the insides of your thighs and bases of your ankles. Plump thighs trembling and shaking, tightening around John's hips. Panting and heaving as the coil finally snaps.
You shudder and moan against John's hand, sweet cunt sucking at John. Fluttering and spasming as he fucks you throat it.
Jonathon's head hanging as he keeps moving. Heaving a hot "almost, luv, almost." Speaking through his front teeth. His thrusts quick and frantic, chasing his own release.
He plops his hips down into you a couple more times before he shudders and comes with a hardly bitten-back groan. His own eyes fluttering and rolling. Hips bucking and cock pulsing and straining with each pump of cum he gives your willing womb.
He rasps out a few heavy breaths before lowering himself down. Easing his weight onto your body and plopping his head into the crook of your neck. His hands slowly moving to hold your waist. Leaving gentle, sweet kisses along your shoulder.
"Thank you.." he breathes. Snaking his arms around your waist and shifting to lay on his side. Cuddling you to his chest and brushing your hair back. You can feel his cum slowly bubbling out around the sides of his softening cock. He doesn't seem to care. Hearing your murmured thank you in return, gently kissing forward.
Seems Nanny has another task
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(CONTENT WARNING!- Nightmares, medical-based trauma and situations! Panic!)
CHAPTER 10- Never Again
“Raphael.” Leo tightly warned, raising his hands onto the sides of his brother’s face. His normally calm tone plummeted into the negative degrees, replacing the warmth of brotherly concern with the chill of interrogation. Unfortunately, this was the only strategy that worked on his stubborn little brother. Kind, gentle words only added another brick to his growing wall of pride, coming off to the fiery sibling as demeaning and condescending instead of loving. The eldest deeply regretted how long it took him to realize this fact about his brother.
 It would have saved them both a lot of heartache growing up.
 Instead of getting lost in the past, he shoved his way back into the present, where his brother was shaking and crying, and not telling him why.
“RAPH. I am warning you- If you don’t tell me what’s going on in the next three seconds, I’m going to drag your shell to dad.”
Leo allowed a faint snarl to escape through his teeth, hoping that his go-to threat would work like always. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure if he would be physically able to haul Raphael to his father’s room- Despite how much the eldest had trained, Raph had always been faster and stronger. 
That didn’t aggravate the eldest in the slightest.
Not… at… all.
“I said I’m f-” Raph began, attempting to twist his head out of Leo’s grip, but the eldest’ hands remained planted on his brother’s face, snapping Raph’s gaze back to his icy irises. 
“You. Are. Crying.” Leo pressed in harsh whispers as he tightened his grip to emphasize how seriously worried he was becoming with each second. “You don’t do that. That’s not a thing that you do, and worse- you’re doing it in front of me… So…”
The eldest’s vice-like grip softened to a small caress, wiping away another escaping tear off his brother’s face. Leo’s harsh glare melted with the true warmth he felt for his hurting brother. 
“... I know something is seriously wrong.” He whispered with a gentleness his brothers all knew well. His breath shuddered as his hands slid from Raph’s face down to his shoulders. “You… were held hostage at some- s-some mad scientist’s lab for over two weeks, Raph… I have no… idea… what they did to you…”
Leo watched as Raph’s eyes kept overflowing with silent tears, reminding the eldest of a wordless history filled with pain and devastating fear that had been plaguing his brother for weeks. 
Leo couldn’t hold back the memories of finding his missing brothers at that horrible lab, rushing through the doors of the facility, maneuvering his way through the halls to the sound of screaming.
His brother. Screaming.
. . .
Don’s freckled face was nearly unrecognizable without his signature glasses and violet-hued mask. Those monsters had taken away all their gear- leaving them more or less naked and unidentifiable; Inhumane. Nothing but another creature for those psychos to study and pull apart… Not only had those heartless heathens stripped him down, but they had also strapped him down to the confines of a reclining chair via leather straps that painfully dug into his skin. 
Don’s expression began as listless while he focused on breathing through the pain of whatever vile concoction was being injected into his veins through an IV. But then a sudden realization sparkled behind his heterochromatic irises, and Leo nearly shattered into a million pieces when his genius brother locked eyes with him for the first time in weeks.
“R-Raph?...” The freckled brother shakily called, as he leaned forward, squinting his eyes.
The frail sound of his sibling’s plea for familiarity and safety sent an arrow of guilt piercing into Leo’s heart. Before another second could be wasted, Leo ran to Don’s side. With a quick shuffle into his belt, the eldest pulled out a pair of glasses, sliding it oh so gently onto his freckled brother’s face. Once Don’s breathing steadied, he looked up and lost his breath all over again. 
“Leo…” He gasped in between shuddered breaths. “LEO!!!” 
With the cry of the eldest’s name, Leo began to hurriedly disconnect all the equipment from his brother, who was now softly sobbing and shaking his head as if this was all just a dream. 
“T-This… This can’t be real…” 
Leo couldn’t even reply as he carefully began pulling out the IV from Don’s bruised arm with all the gentleness he could afford. Tears of relief and shame and love and sadness all poured from his face as he set right to work on un-doing all that had been done to his beloved sibling. He rapidly wiped away his tears as he reached behind to pull out one of his twin katanas. With a number of practiced swipes with his blade, all the straps that once held down Don fell to the floor. 
Now freed from his confines, Don arched himself forward, trying to push himself off the heightened medical chair. Slowly, and with Leo’s help, he finally had both feet on the floor, but not for long. As if a large gust of wind shot through the room, Don’s body began plummeting to the floor in an exhausted heap. As soon as Leo sensed his brother’s weakness, he swiftly sheathed his katana and reached out. Within a matter of seconds, he was on his knees with Don pressed tightly into his arms.
“I’m here! I’m here- I’m so sorry. I love you- I love you I love you-” He cried out, finally being able to say what had been on his heart for the last eighteen days.
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“Leo…how…” Don quietly sobbed into Leo’s neck, smothered yet crystal clear, “How did y-you? H-how are you here? Are y-you okay? Did you… Did you find R-Raph?”
Leo winced in sympathy as he listened to the gravelly scratches carving their way painfully into Don’s throat with each word he spoke.
“Shhhh. Shhhhh.” Leo whispered into his brother’s ear, “You need to… to rest.” A whimper weaseled its way out of Leo’s throat, leaving his whole body shaking with emotion and adrenaline. He was supposed to be the foundation of his team; the stronghold that would protect his brothers no matter the costs- the firm walls that would keep his family safe from the cruel, outside world.
And yet here he was, dissolving into shifting sand in his beloved brother’s skinny arms. His facets of honor and maturity crumbled into broken shards of childishness as he let out a painful sob, finally unleashing a grain of the agony he had carried on his shoulders during the weeks of his brothers’ capture. The doubts and fears that plagued his sleepless mind were finally put to reassured rest.
Don was okay.
The stale air of the lab made Leo’s skin tingle with discomfort as he latched onto his little brother with all his might, vowing right then and there that he would never allow this to happen again. With a sense of determination he had not felt in some time, he pressed further into his brother, spreading warmth where only shadow and pain had touched. Each bruise and bandage littering his little brother’s skin was a testament of the eldest’ failure to protect those he loved.
Never again.
The moment was abruptly sliced in half as a blaring alarm began to scream.
~
Leo blinked. And there he was again, kneeling at Raph’s side, with his hands on his shaking brother’s shoulders. 
“It… It was a nightmare.” Raph simply shrugged, though his voice wobbled and shuddered like a glass cup during an earthquake. 
After wiping away the last hints of tears, Leo sighed with the tiniest glint of a smile.
Still playing the tough guy… But at least he’s speaking again.
Leo released one of his hands off of Raph’s shoulder and planted it onto his knee, steadying his own swaying form from the sleep he was currently missing.
“Do you want to talk abou-”
“-No.”
Before his sore legs gave out underneath him, Leo flopped down onto his butt with a somewhat content sigh, using his arms to hold him upright.
“Should've guessed…” He whispered as he slouched back. The smile on his face was still present, alighting the cold, dark room with a small ember of warmth. “Well… I’m… here when you’re ready to talk.” 
Raph turned his face to look down at his brother, silently contemplating Leo’s offer.
 The eldest would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt how cautious Raph was being around him. He’d noticed it for years, slowly watching as hour-long conversations after practice would turn into quick, hollow “hey”s before his fiery sibling briskly left the room. Late nights of reading comics and trying to catch their favorite movies on tv slowly lessened as Raph wanted to be by himself more. 
In all honesty, despite his own pride, Leo couldn’t blame him. He and the second oldest would get into horrible fights growing up. Every small conversation turned into a horrible argument. Any compliment had poison at its tip, sharp and designed to sting. And no sooner had those hurtful words escaped their lips, their fists began flying.
Leo once noticed, mid argument with Raph, that Don had carefully guided himself and Mikey out of the room. One more glance revealed tears falling out of his baby brother’s eyes, and a hardened, disappointed glare across Don’s face.
His and Raph’s actions had begun to affect his brothers. That’s when it became clear that something needed to be done.
So he and Raph just- stopped talking. Leo did his very best to back off unless necessary, and slowly over time their home became quiet again. 
But silence is a two-edged sword. What can be felt as peaceful can also be sensed as cold and apathetic; The natural quiet of a forest’s winter trails compared to the restrained hostility boiling under a volcano’s depths.
A cover-up. A simple bandaid rather than a full surgery. 
Not enough.
Through the years, Splinter had begun training Raphael in better handling his temper. Every day before practice, Leo would see Raph sluggishly dragging his feet into Sensei’s room, and through the door, he, Don and Mikey would listen in on some of the fiery brother’s lessons from their father. Splinter would guide Raph through his Bible, reviewing verses of pride, arrogance, and the need for love to be in the world. He then went over how important it was as christians to show Christ’s love to others. And especially, the ultimate need for that love to be in their home.
During that time, Raph wasn’t the only one Sensei honed in on. Seeing how Leo was half of the problem in the arguments bringing unwanted chaos into their home, he too had to be taught many lessons. The Bible verses his dad focused on weren’t very different from the ones he overheard Raph learning. Huh. Interesting. One specific lesson planted deep roots into Leo’s heart, leaving an impact that would be with him for years to come:
“Your love for your brother needs to outweigh your longing to win.”
And then… one day…
Raph appeared climbing down from the forbidden manhole cover with a shattered wrist and a bleeding crack chipped into his plastron. No matter how he was asked, persuaded, comforted, or threatened, Raph never told anyone how it had happened.
After that day everything began to change. 
And then about a year ago, he and Raph started talking again. 
Even now, as Leo looked into the eyes of Raphael as he finally calmed down from his panic attack, he could see the tenderness and healing within his troubled brother’s soul. Compared to the others in his family, Raph held the record for how many physical scars he had. For a long time, the brothers held him with the highest honor, as if he were a victorious war hero returning from battle… But Leo knew better now. The deep slash across his little brother’s eye was dealt by his blade. An accident, yes, but a permanent reminder of his past recklessness as a child; A lasting testament of who he could never be again.
As for Raph’s second scar- the small lightning bolt cracked into his upper plastron…
… Leo still doesn’t know where its origins stemmed from. And the fact that Raph had held that secret within, warns the eldest of unseen battles that were being fought behind thick, impenetrable walls. Battles he may have helped to fight, had he thrown down his own barriers.
Those times were long gone, and he would not squander the second chance God gave him.
Before he could stop himself, he opened his mouth again.
“Okay… New subject-” He said as he sat up and leaned his elbows onto his crossed legs. “...Maybe this will help get your mind off of your nightmare. If you could think of anything to geek out about to me- right now- what would it be?” He asked with an inviting grin to his more-than-cautious brother.
Raph’s confusion only showed through his expression for a few seconds before his eyes were looking to the side, pondering over Leo’s question. “Uh…” He thought, tapping at the blankets draped over his legs. “... I guess… How kids’ tv shows go too easy on ‘em.” 
Huh. Oooooookay.
“Alright! Tell me about it.” Leo gestured vaguely with his hands at Raph, waving them in swooping motions to propel his anxious brother to keep going.
Raph’s nervous expression returned, but he persisted through his anxiety, sitting up as well, and playing with the blanket fibers between his fingers.
“Well… you know… Nothin’ real happens in them. Like- Okay listen to this-” Raph said, as a miniscule spark ignited behind his irises and spread to his expression and posture, silently revealing that Leo’s plan was working. 
Leo nodded with a small, but growing smile.
“Tell me, oh Team Medic, what would happen to a person if they fell off a three story building?”
Leo sat back with a sigh as his brain began pulling out pristine files from its shelves.
“Um… my personal guess would be they’d have at least a broken ankle, if not a seriously sprained knee…” He listed, as he began counting with his fingers for each injury that came to mind. “...Possibly a concussion depending on how they handled their landing- and most likely a good amount of scrapes and bruises to the knees and arms.”
Raph nodded emphatically to Leo’s medical diagnosis, gesturing stiffly with both arms as if to say THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYIN.
“RIGHT. So- ya know- there’s a thing called uh, what was it again- CONSEQUENCES.” Raph shout-whispered, still keeping his voice small, but making sure his words made up for the lack of volume. “So, you tell me, how… does FRIENDSHIP save you from breakin’ your neck after falling off a flippin’ building??!!” He quietly roared. Somehow.
Leo had to stifle a chuckle as he watched his brother become as animated as the cartoon shows he was complaining about. It was hilarious to see such fire in his brother’s eyes that didn’t spark from anything occurring in the real world. 
“That… doesn’t make any sense, dude.” Leo attempted to speak, but was unceremoniously interrupted by a snort escaping his nose. “Gah-geez!” He hurriedly whispered to himself as he smacked a hand over his mouth to somehow smother his growing laughter at the situation. 
Raph’s passionate expression softened at the sight of Leo fighting for his life to keep the serenity of their bedroom so his little brothers can sleep. Then his kind smile crackled and sparked into a mischievous grin.
After what felt like an eternity, Leo had finally gotten his laughter under control, plastering a stoic expression over the small gusts of laughter still tucked away in his throat. But all that hard work was blown to oblivion as Raph began to cross his eyes and flare his nostrils. Before the eldest could stop himself, another snort shattered the peaceful silence of the room.
My one weakness- THAT LIL BRAT-
In utter defiance and revenge, Leo thrust himself forward onto his knees and slapped Raph’s arm in playful, empty warning. With a hushed hiss he chittered,
“YOU STOP THAT THIS *SNNRT* THIS INSTANT, YOUNG MAN-”
“Ya mean turtle?~” Raph winced as he rubbed at his slightly stinging arm.
Then the brothers went silent as they took a single second to think. At that moment, they pointed to the other and whispered simultaneously, “ Mutant.” And then they were both fighting for their lives to not wake their brothers.
Despite their best efforts of shushing each other, smacking their hands over the other’s face, and trying to regain stoic countenances which always backfired, they were quickly interrupted by a meek, worried voice.
“Don?” 
Raph and Leo’s laughter was snuffed out instantaneously as their immediate instinct to protect their brothers pushed past any humor with full force. 
“Mikey? What’s wrong?” Leo asked with a slightly raised voice since Mikey was in the bunk above Raph’s bed. “Why are you calling to-” 
Leo’s sentence fell away into the shadows surrounding the bedroom as he gazed at Don in his bunk bed, cradling his head between his clenched hands. Shaking.
“Don?...” Leo asked, again raising his voice since Don’s bed was further away. At his call, the freckled brother turned his head slightly, the glistening of tears shining as they fell in threads down his face. 
“DON!” Leo outwardly cried, no longer attempting to remain quiet as the newly revealed emergency played out right in front of him. He pushed off his knees and used Raph’s mattress to propel himself off the floor into a quick sprint across the room. By only running on instinct to protect his brother, he didn’t have to think as he effortlessly leapt over the spare mattress and climbed up the ladder to Don’s bunk, landing in what Mikey would call a “spiderman pose”. 
“Is he okay?” Raph called from the ground, as Mikey briskly flipped off the side of his bunk, landing perfectly, and rushing to Raph’s side.
Leo suppressed a deep groan.
Mental sticky note- REMIND MIKEY to not risk damaging his ALREADY HEALING ANKLE.
With a disgruntled sigh, Leo turned his attention back to Don. In the moment he had, he ploughed through the medical checklists he could think of, assessing what was wrong with his genius little brother. However, it was clear without any medical expertise that Don was having a panic attack.
Him too?... What is going on?
Suppressing his growing questions, the eldest reached out his hand and placed it on Don’s trembling knee. Over the years, Leo found that physical contact worked as a solid anchor for his frightened brother; a grounding force that would pull his mind away from the fantasies that plagued his logic. Don had explained to him that when someone was having a panic attack, they were losing themselves to the lies in their mind. In order to remedy this and pull them out of it, they needed a firm foundation of truth to stand on. 
“I’m alive.”
“I’m not dying.”
“I can feel my heartbeat.”
“I can hear my breathing.”
“God is with me.”
“I’m safe.”
Leo stretched forward to place more pressure on Don’s knee.
“You’re alive, Don. You’re not dying.” He spoke firmly.
“Mmmhmm…” Don grunted as he shakily lowered his hands from the sides of his head, and slid them down to the nape of his neck, pulling down with constant pressure.
“You’re home. You’re not alone. I’m right here.” Leo pressed further both verbally and physically.
“Y-Yeah…” Don breathlessly agreed, as he tried to take a deep, calming breath.
“Whatever you saw wasn’t real. It was just a dream, okay?” 
Don’s expression twisted at those words, and he stuttered, “That’s.. n-not true, L-Leo… It… wasn’t as m-much a nightmare, as it was a m-memory…”
Leo’s own expression fell at Don’s fragmented words sputtering and glitching like a tv set trying to hone in on the right signal. He hated seeing his intellectual brother so shaken like this. Don had never been one that needed to fight his own body just so he could speak. Normally his rants and logistics would smoothly escape his lips, coming out clear and precise in neat rows filled with elongated vocabulary. 
Only one thing would have stolen that from him; something so scary and traumatic that it would resonate and affect him now.
“You dreamed about the lab, didn’t you?” Leo whispered at a volume barely audible as he slid closer to Don’s now relaxing form. He lifted his hand from Don’s knee onto his shoulder, but still kept a grounding pressure.
Don, once again at a loss for words, simply nodded his head defeatedly.
Not needing any more confirmation of Don’s condition, Leo pulled himself closer and held out his arms. Don had to know the option was there if he needed it.
At first, the freckled brother simply stared at Leo’s outstretched arms, as his pupils zipped back and forth in consideration. Then after he properly reviewed his options, he gently shook his head. “I think I’m okay now.” He sighed, gripping onto the soft, fur blanket over his legs. “I’m… okay.”
Leo nodded in understanding before he was forcibly pushed to the wall of the nook as Mikey and Raph joined him on Don’s bed.
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“Don, ya good?” Raph asked in genuine concern for his twin, searching his brother’s expression and body for any wounds. 
Don nodded with an exhausted but real smile.
“Are you sure?? You were crying, bro. Last I checked, computers can’t cry.” Mikey playfully nudged Don’s arm, but the smile on the youngest’s face read of no ill will. “You want to talk about it?”
Don’s smile fell a little as he made eye contact with Raph, and both twins sighed in mental understanding. 
“I think he’s alright now.” Raph spoke up quietly, as he started pushing Mikey onto the ladder. “Let’s give him some space, Mikey.” 
Despite the youngest fighting and squawking in obvious displeasure, Raph remained persistent and continued down, pulling his little brother with him. Leo couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
“...T-Thanks, Leo.” Don whispered, as he stretched out and placed his hand onto Leo’s arm. “I really… appreciated this.”
Leo’s smile brightened as he tapped his hand onto Don’s. The cool texture of his brother’s smooth skin brought its own wave of comfort to him, reminding the eldest of a truth he had unknowingly taken for granted for years:
They’re home.
Before any more tears decided to fall, Leo wished his brother good night and slid down the ladder, making his way back to his mattress, saying one final, silent prayer.
Thank You, Lord, that my brothers… are home. Thank You that they’re here and safe. Please continue to guide them as they recover from their time in the labs. Please guide me with what to say to them. And…
 Thank You for giving me a second chance.
Aaaand that's it for this chapter!
Man alive, it feels so good to be back. This chapter took a while to figure out because of the scenes with Leo and Raph- There were many options that I had to choose through over how Raph would react to Leo trying to calm him down from his panic attack- but this version won out in the end. :) To quote a very important Book, "Laughter doeth good like medicine". So I knew how I wanted this scene to go. :) As has been a running tradition in this book, there is a lot of hidden storytelling in this chapter~ Especially regarding Leo and Raph.
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alexanderwales · 1 day ago
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I've had long struggles with depression for a long time, starting sometime in high school, but it took me a very long time to understand that I was suffering from anxiety too, and that the anxiety was feeding into the depression.
One of the things that people say about Worth the Candle is that everyone is always second-guessing things, always talking everything to death, always approaching every conversation with three layers of "how are they modeling how I'm modeling them". And I think that at the time it was written, I just didn't realize that my internal experience of anxiety, of constantly trying to map out how people would react to things, was not normal.
So in the past few years I've started to understand this side of myself better, to see the ways in which I'm a collection of maladaptive behaviors. Sometimes I have a conversation with someone, and even in the middle of it I'm worrying about how I'm coming off, and then worry that the worrying is showing through, and run through a scenario where I try to defuse the tension that this double layer of oozing anxiety has caused, and would that be awkward? And it's a miracle that I can get through a conversation while my brain is doing all this extra processing, all of which is functionally useless to me and whoever I'm talking to.
In writing, I'm not sure it comes off as anxious. It looks analytical, which is maybe just my preferred coping strategy for anxiety. It's one of the things that I've been looking at and trying to step back from, to expand by understanding of how other people think by trying to model it on the page.
But of course it was difficult to model people correctly when I thought that everyone was a prone to anxiety as I am.
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I’m obsessed with the concept of hyrule warriors happening pre lu and like, sometimes in fics war and wind won’t recognize time at first but i think it’d be funnier if they immediately know. The rest of the chain are wondering why the captain and the old man cuddle all the time but, hell, he’s the hero of time, who knows. Wind joins in and, alright, he’s the youngest, maybe he just wants a hug, that’s understandable, it’d probably set the example and let the rest of the chain join in easier. The chain gets to be affectionate with each other, Time, Wars, and Wind get to cuddle again, win win.
Also tho, I think it’d be funny if at some point before Wind shows up they’re all telling stories and and siblings come up and to keep the mood good(ish) Time takes his turn and he’s just like “ah, my big brother, Tune. A hero, like all of us, a skilled warrior and a pirate on top of that. I miss him” and then has to explain oh he’s not dead it’s weird time travel shenanigans, that’s just kinda par for the course at this point, no guys it’s okay and launches into a happy anecdote about them playing music probably. And they all kinda hope he’ll also get to show up, if not for the promise of another great hero, but for Times sake, their old man deserves to see his big brother again. And the Wind/Tune reveal happens and everyone sits there nodding like yeah to be fair, time traveling pirate hero, probably should have put that together earlier (how do you tell your other brothers three of you fought a war together but it was idk like a couple years ago for one, like 20 for another, and a couple months ago for the other. Also two of you have different names now. Funniest answer I think might be don’t but not out of secrecy, they just didn’t realize they had to. Maybe the reveal is one of them fucking up on the names one too many times and someone bring it up kinda worried. (“Look, old man, it’s okay to miss him but Wind isn’t Tune” “what the fuck I literally am” “what” “I fought a war and this is the respect I get” “language” “not now Wars, what does he mean?”)
(Sorry this is so long, had a captain it’s Tuesday kinda Tuesday too, and I’m recovering with comfort)
YES I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
I especially love the Wind+Time shenanigans like maybe time acts like The Responsible Adult and The Dad around the others, but he's a lil shit and acts like An Annoying Younger Brother around Wind which is hilarious out of context cause they're the oldest+youngest lmao
I personally think it's very on brand for Time and Wind to just go with it and not explain cause it's hilarious seeing everyone's reactions, they convince Wars not to tell too via blackmail
Also I don't know if you saw this drawing I did of Time+Wind older/younger brother dynamic lol but yes I'm super obsessed with it too
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Sometimes I get a little sad about the fact that I, a gay person, have been loving and supporting bts with Jimin and Jungkook as my biases for almost 7 years and never felt comfortable enough to show love for them as anything more than a friend duo. I’ve even been a quite vocal shipping-anti, don’t agree with the way shippers often behave, certainly don’t agree with companies gay4pay’ing while openly lgbtq artists are discriminated against and harassed. Not to mention having your sexuality and relationships speculated on can be incredibly traumatic. None of it sat right with me, no matter how normalized it is.
But with time I’ve come to realize the lines are blurry sometimes. Jikook is one of those times. For example now seeing that gcf post, Jungkook editing with those lyrics when jimin is on screen, the Tokyo one too with the Troye Sivan song, I am once again conflicted. What if all I’ve been doing for all these years is miss the opportunity to support real representation, to validate queer idols? What if they wanted to be seen? I’ve been actively dismissing so much about them just to be respectful, but what if the more respectful thing would have been to embrace them? I know I would have felt incredibly frustrated if people kept brushing aside all my efforts to show love for my partner and this part of my identity. So which one is worse? I honestly don’t know anymore and that’s why I just stay quiet on them altogether.
Hi anon,
I don’t think you’re wrong for intentionally avoiding putting a label on whatever Jikook might have, because the truth is, they’ve never explicitly told us what they are to each other. As a shipper who spends time on social media discussing Jikook and the nature of their relationship extensively, I am fully aware that I’m being invasive. This feels invasive because, while I believe they might have a need to be seen for who they truly are, I don’t think they’re actively trying to reveal that to the world…at least not yet.
I have a great deal of respect for those who choose to honor their privacy by not digging too deeply into their personal lives. Some of us are far too curious, and while we may feel a strong need to openly support what we believe they are, that doesn’t necessarily justify how much we probe.
It’s also important to remember that at the end of the day, everything we discuss is speculation. None of us know for a fact what Jimin and Jungkook truly are to each other. I wouldn’t fault anyone for their perspective, no matter what they choose to do. I don’t mind people who are anti-shipping because they see it as invasive….it is invasive, after all. My issue is with those who use anti-shipping as a cover to invalidate or disrespect Jikook’s bond. Likewise, I can’t stand those whose homophobia blinds them to the simple truth that love is love, even between bandmates who have lived together for years.
It’s perfectly okay to respect their privacy by not delving too deeply into analyzing their lives while still supporting them in a healthy, respectful way for whatever they are.
I also don’t think Jimin and Jungkook would only appreciate support for the idea of them as lovers. I believe they would be happy knowing people support their bond…whether it’s romantic, platonic, or brotherly. As long as you actively support and acknowledge the love they have for each other(which they constantly show us) regardless of its nature, you really can’t go wrong.
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starsarefire824 · 18 hours ago
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The Incantation Ch. 3 Preview
The roar of people is entirely overwhelming.  Viktor has never seen anything like it. They gather and cheer on rooftops and alleys and along the river. Enforcers clad in their righteous uniforms form a blockade to keep citizens from encroaching any closer as Jayce and Viktor are whisked inside an ornate stone building.  His skin pricks when his stranger-husband’s hand rests against the small of his back. His grip is strong and gentle. It is what Viktor assumes is some kind of public gesture of union and protection to his people. Viktor is unused to being touched, and it leaves him even more flustered. He leans heavily on his cane on the final step, and then is stopped by Jayce with a hand on his wrist.  When he looks up from the ground he realizes what he assumes is Piltover’s Council, a group of very official looking beings, are eyeing them expectantly.  Jayce leans in, and Viktor is again startled by his sudden closeness.  He grits his teeth and whispers near his ear. “They want us to acknowledge the crowd.”  Viktor glances about, his stomach turning and heart rate quickening.  “There’s so many of them,” he says through what he hopes is a sufficiently friendly expression towards the crowd. Apparently not.  “Relax your face,” Jayce chastens. “You look as if I am taking you hostage.”  Viktor twists his mouth and then smiles as best he can, offers a small wave. The crowd wails and all he can do is blink in shock.  He tries to keep his mouth still. “You essentially are—-,” he says smartly, not even caring if it’s out of line.  Jayce’s fake smile falters from his face and Viktor turns to regard him fully, finding him gawking at him.  Before Viktor can say anything, there’s a loud pop and a flash and another and another.  The newspaper photographers.  Kristos, he swears inwardly. He doesn’t even want to know what those photos will look like. And splattered across the front page of both Piltover and Zaun’s biggest newspapers? He wishes Kindred would just take him away this instant. Surely death is better than this humiliation.  Feeling hot all over, Viktor follows Jayce inside, away from the crowd. They are ushered to a great hall. It might be as cold as stone on a normal day, but today it is lit by many candles. Long tables are decorated with gorgeous white and burgundy flowers, each place setting set placed just so.  So much finery in one place makes Viktor’s skin itch. It feels foreign wrong. Especially for a day like this, an agreement made by other people that has decided what the rest of Viktor’s entire life will look like. What he will wear, what his magic will be used for, what he will believe, advocate for, who he will crawl into bed with.  It makes him feel cheap. Like an ornament passed around to the highest bidder. 
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melanieph321 · 23 hours ago
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Kenan Yildiz x Reader - The Costume
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I'm dead 😭😭 who ever edited this image may the lord bless you and your children, and their children's children. 🙏🙏
This look on him is so hilarious, I don't know why!
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Summary - Kenan wants you to wear matching costumes for a party. But you warn him why this is a bad idea. A VERY bad idea.
Enjoy! 🤭
"Come on Y/N. Please come out and let me see you."
"No, Kenan. I simply refuse."
You heard him sigh behind the dressing room curtains. "Come on, baby. We said we would dress up together for Weston's costume party. All of my teammates' girlfriends are going to match each other."
"Kenan, I am not dressing up as a gladiatrix." The curtains drew open as you stepped out of the small dressing room. It was evident, the disappointment on Kenan's face seeing you back in your regular clothes. "It's not happening baby. I'm sorry." You handed him back the costume that he had picked out for you. Although it fit you well, it just wasn't your style.
"Well, I'm still going as a gladiator." He stated bitterly.
"You do that Kenan, you do that."
Despite your firm decision, the days leading up to the event consisted solemnly of your boyfriend insisting that the two of you dress up in matching costumes. "Please baby, please. Did I tell you that there will be a price for the best dressed couple? You know how much I hate to lose, don't you baby."
"Kenan." Your sigh was heavy. "I told you that I'm willing to dress up as anything but a gladiatrix."
"But why?" He cried and rightfully so, considering that one of Kenan's favorite movies was The Gladiator. "You'll look so good. Like a Worrier."
"No, Kenan. I'll look stupid, all to satisfy the male gaze."
"Is that what this is about?" Kenan crossed his arms in suspicion. "You think by weaning the gladiatrix costume you're going to become sexualized by guys at the party."
"'Duh. What else. I'm going to show more skin than what is necessary. And I'm sure that the women of ancient Rome didn't wear push up bras."
"Your words made Kenan chuckle, his adorable smile getting on your every nerve."
"What, you don't believe me?"
"That you'll be sexualized. No." Kenan said. "We're talking about my teammates Y/N, They wouldn't do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. Besides, don't all girls dress a bit loose during these things. It's normal, no?"
There was no getting through to him. Kenan was standing firm on the matter. "You know what fine."
"Fine?"
"Yes, fine. I'll dress up for the party and I'll have a great time doing it. But don't come crying to me once you realize why this is a bad idea."
"Trust me." Kenan grinned. "I won't."
Eventually the night of the party came around, with Kenan picking you up while dressed as a handsome gladiator. You, on the other hand, wore a long coat, with long sleeves to protect you from the winter cold.
"You look beautiful, baby. Your makeup, I mean."
"Thank you Kenan. That's really sweet of you to say."
He leaned forward in the car, pressing his soft lips against your jaw. "I'm really happy that you changed your mind about the costume. You'll see, we'll be the best dressed couple for sure."
You made an effort to smile at him, a stiff smile, knowing what was coming was nothing short of disastrous. Having dated Kenan for the last two years, you were aware of his proud attachment to you. It was almost territorial, meaning Kenan was easily jealous whenever others became aware of you. Other men, that is.
"Hey, you made it!"
Upon arriving at the party, you and Kenen were greeted at the door by the host himself. Weston McKennie, dressed as a very convincing Ninja Turtle.
"You look awesome, Wes. Nice party."
"Thank you, K. The two of you can hang your jackets upstairs. I'll meet you guys around back."
"Okay."
The party was nice indeed. Most of Kenan's teammates were present, and their friends, who brought other friends. It was a bit crowded actually, with Westons villa crawling with people dressed up as anything from cartoon characters, superheroes and historical figures like Julio Cesar. You let Kenan emerge with it all while you headed upstairs to get rid of your coat. There you made the final touch ups to your costume, mainly polishing your plastic sword and pushing up your already suffocating breast. But hey, if this was the only way to prove a pint, so be it.
It wasn't that you were uncomfortable with having all eyes on you. It actually boost your confidence, adding an alluring groove to your walk. However, while all eyes on you was exciting and arousing, you preferred the gaze of one man and one man only."
"Y/N?"
As you returned downstairs, exposed in your gladiatrix costume, a wave of curious mumbles followed you as you sought out your boyfriend who stood chatting with his teammates. As you tapped him on the shoulder with your sword he turned his head, his eyes growing wider than you've ever seen them before.
"How do I look?" You said, batting your lashes.
"Look…" Kenan stammered as he temporarily lost his trail of thought. He regarded your costume with a longing gaze. Admiring the length of your worrier dress, which cut way above your knees, the draft being ridiculously swift.
"I— you look."
"Damn, Y/N. You look like fire." Weston appeared behind Kenan, he too, taking sudden interest in your costume."
"Fire?" You chuckled. "No, I'm supposed to be a gladiatrix."
"Yes you are."
"Hey." Kenan hissed, a slight flush to his cheeks.
Weston chuckled. "Sorry man. But you have to admit you're girlfriend looks hot in her costume. Hotter than you."
"Ha ha, very funny."
"Kenan!" You protested as he without warning grabbed a hold of your wrist dragging you with him through the house. "Is something wrong baby? What's gotten you so upset?"
He threw you a poisonous gaze over his shoulder, his voice slightly changed. "You know exactly what's wrong."
To this you smile. Your boyfriend, the one encouraging you to look the way you looked, barely lasted minute a minute seeing you in it. Utter jealousy overwhelming him as he led you through his teammates house, forcing you to join him in the nearest bathroom. There he let you go, supporting himself against the sink while struggling to yield his rising temper.
You tilted your head, regarding him with a devious grin. "Do you have to pee or something?"
Kenan raised his head, frustration in his eyes. "You think this is funny, don't you?"
"A little." You shrugged.
Kenan stepped away from the sink, regaining his posture before approaching you with slow steps.
"Kenan, baby." You chuckled nervously, lowering your gaze, eyes expanding at the sight of the outline of your boyfriend's trousers.
"Look what you've done to me." He said. "In front of everyone, you've left me this eager to have you."
"Ehm, sorry." You were backed up against a wall, Kenan, bowing his lips towards your ear.
"On your knees, now."
A shiver ran down your spine, the sudan shock causing a damp between your thighs. But as your knees folded beneath you, Kenan acted swiftly, changing his mind boy turning your body around. With arm around your waist he had you arch against him, his hard erection putting pressure against your exposed pantties.
"God, I should've never let you out of the house in that costume."
"Told you."
Kenan chuckled, adjusting your hair to rest over your shoulder he could kiss you. You tasted each other while he unbuckled his leather belt, dropping his pants to the bathroom floor. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard."
"How hard?" You moaned, your nipples having grown stiff against the wall.
"As hard as you like me to, baby."
"Good. Now get in with it."
You may have won the best dressed couple of the party, who knows? With the loud music pounding the walls of the house, you and Kenan failed to leave the bathroom for the entirety of that night, occupying yourself with some pounding of your own.
The End
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