#I'M BEHIND ON POSTING ART HERE GOOD FUCKING LORD

[mav-the-artist]

Collection of doodles I made of @s0uless-b0nes OCs because I'm very normal about them

skrunkly lil goobers

[crispy-armpit]

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ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: reminisce about your forgotten first meeting with Deimos 3 years ago. meanwhile, you've been invited to watch his concert after the previous events. (pt.2)

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺, violence, implied stalking, reader gets called a bitch, (slight) sadism, kinda tame

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,495

⭒ a/n: dear lord i am simping for my own art... hope u all enjoy reading this! i'll be opening asks & make a short introduction in the next post ^^ ( yan jock makes an appearance here too!)

will you venture down this path?

where is he?

did I walk in the wrong direction?

am I lost?

... nope, this is the right place.

you are standing alone in a dark alleyway, looking around the location you agreed to meet your friend in. checking the virtual clock on your phone, you count the time you have left before you go on stage. 32 minutes.

time was ticking and he was still nowhere in sight. there's no way you could perform the duet alone. anxiously, you try texting your friend again.

You 》 17:28

bro where are u

i'm alr here

are u lost again

LIAM

liam

liam

liam

liam

liaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam

fuck it, i'm leaving him. alleys are never good news. ever since you entered the place, your stomach has been in knots and the back of your head was tingling. it's almost as if... someone's been watching you.

typing on the small screen, you tell him you're going to meet him behind the stage instead. you speed walk towards the end of the tunnel, relieved you were leaving this place. you almost reach the exit until a rough hand pulls on your wrist.

a gruff voice speaks, "hey, you dropped this."

SHIT, I'M GOING TO DIE—

without thinking, you instinctively clench your fists into a ball and punch the unknown 'assailant' on the nose— effectively causing him to bleed. the stranger gasps out various curse words as you turn to scream and run away.

"I'M SORRYYyyyy—"

knuckles still bruised from the impact, you try to hide them as best as you can from the crowd's attention. Liam had managed to arrive on time, seconds before the performance. he claimed to have come across an old friend on the way who was difficult to shake off. but that was all in the past, and he has yet to notice your injured knuckles.

currently, you are performing on the stage in front of a sea of people. with your friend on the acoustic guitar, you both sang a duet that sang of two lovers, a confession of how one felt incomplete without the other.

it was a popular song, so Liam insisted on it. you were glad he did because in the end, the happy crowd's applause rang loud across your ears. a sound you'll always love.

now off the stage, you and Liam decide to explore the festival's offerings. the spring festival at night is beautiful— lanterns clipped across the starry sky and flowers and people littering the area. you approach one of the food stalls that lined the streets, purchasing a sundae of your favourite flavour.

as you are about to pay, you rummage through your pockets and realise... your wallet is gone. did i leave it at home?! Liam seems to pick up on your situation as he pulls out his own wallet, "i'll pay for them." you thank him and promise to pay him back. "it's alright, you don't have to." he smiles.

suddenly, a loud voice approaches the both of you, "Oi, Lili! ya did great up there, man." you turn to see a group of four people heading your way who were all dressed head-to-toe in punk clothing and carrying band equipment. they must be a band. a slim man holding wooden drumsticks pats Liam on the back, and he shortly notices you.

"oh? hello there, mx. the name's Vern." he grins and offers you a handshake, to which you politely return.

"y/n. nice to meet you, Vern. I'm a friend of Liam's."

"a friend of Liam is a friend of mine, y/n!" Vern heartily laughs, "let me introduce you to the gang, y/n— of course, you've met me, the drummer. that lady with red hair is Kyra, the lead guitarist. the young-looking fellow with shit for brains is Astrid, our second guitarist. and finally, our beloved lead singer and bassist, D—"

you don't have time to react before your face is roughly grabbed by a hand larger than your head, cheeks squished. you try to pry your face away from the thick fingers of the unknown man, as you shakily look up at his furrowed eyes. he's seething, and you don't know why.

"it's you. fucking bitch."

you don't know what you've done to this man to warrant such a reaction, you've never even met him before!... right? you think back to earlier in the day when you punched the stranger from the alley. shit, it's him.

though muffled by his palms, you still manage to voice out an apology. for the first time in your life, you feel a sensation rushing through your blood. dread and terror. in the corner of your eyes, you spot Liam being held back by a concerned Vern and Astrid.

you desperately try to pull his hand off your face while repeating apologies, but it's useless. he's too strong. the tall stranger continues to stare at you and you swear he was enjoying this. if not for the sick glint in his eyes or the soft panting from his pierced lips, then maybe for the light blush dusting his cheeks.

after what felt like hours, he finally lets go. you immediately massage your aching jaw and cheeks at his release. the stranger scoffs and hands you a familiar item... it's your wallet! "...found this in the alley. you throw a good punch." you gently take the small pouch off his hands and thank him.

a ghost of a smirk morphs on his face before he grunts and walks past you. the others instantly follow behind him like baby ducks trailing their mother, but not without giving you a sympathetic look. Vern checks up on you before joining his group, "woah, he's never spared anyone before. sorry about him, but i hope you'll still come to watch us?"

Liam, who is no longer held back, runs to your side and inspects your face. "are you alright?? fuck, I should teach him not to mess with you!" he angrily shouts. you're still recovering from shock. but that doesn't stop you from thinking how nice the stranger's smile looked. "do you want to go home? i'll drive you bac—"

with newfound motivation, you're able to speak again, "no, i'm fine. let's go watch the next show!"

you and Liam stand in front of the stage, somehow having managed to get past the current of people. there are way more people than before, and you notice some of them are holding signs. confused, you turn to the person next to you and ask her, "hey, what's with all the people? is a celebrity coming?"

she looks at you astounded, "you seriously don't know? Ares is performing next! they're like, all over social media right now." Ares? you don't think you've heard any singer with that name before. before you can ask who they are, waves of screams fill your ears as 4 pairs of feet walk on stage. you look back at Liam to see him clapping for the band, following his gaze, you accidentally lock eyes with a pair of heterochromatic eyes.

he acknowledges your presence with a lazy lift of his brow and faces the crowd again. this time, the audience shouts in union.

ARES!

ARES!!

ARES!!!

the electrifying sound of a guitar and drums booms through the speakers. the ground vibrates along with the rhythm, as your heartbeat follows along. the song begins, but it's not until you hear the deep bass of the leader's voice do you feel the aching throb of your core.

(R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys)

I'm a puppet on a string

holy shit.

She's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space...

his voice is intoxicating.

In my mind, when she's not right there beside me

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be

your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest.

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can't help myself

All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

yes.

Well, are you mine?

Are you mine?

Are you mine? Oh, ah

i'm yours.

his deep voice that was once laced with anger and malice— now brings your own heart to tears. you could only think about what was going through his mind to sing a beautiful song in such a wrenching manner. and on that day, you swore to one day bring someone to tears with your voice, just like he had with you.

but what you did not know was that you'd already done the exact same thing to Deimos earlier that day. and for that, he'd follow you down every road until there comes a time when your paths meet again.

back in the present, you've been forced invited to watch Deimos' latest concert. like before, you sat at the very front row, right in front of his assigned position. the only difference from then was his lovestruck eyes that would never leave your figure.

in the end, he was yours.

[amymbona]

Would you explain the churro metaphore scene please I would LOVE to read it explicitly with gifs🙏🏻

So you want me to be a philosopher 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 had to stalk @harcive's account for the gifs - our lord and saviour! 🛐🛐🛐 Just wanna say that this is how I see it, and it's mainly the details I have noticed :3 if you have another opinion, don't be afraid to share.

Also, I'm gonna make this into two parts, as tumblr allows only a certain number of gifs in one post: PART 2 here.

I think this is the first time we can kinda see the dynamics shift between the two. Art, for the first time, isn't the shy angel boy he looks like, instead teasing Patrick - someone who he has always percieved as sort of an 'authority' to him. It shows that while being separated Art managed to grow some balls and learned how to function without Patrick.

First of all, we have the iconic chair pull, something so natural, in my eyes, that surely has been done before. Patrick's movement is smooth and Art doesn't even hesitate, his steps never faltering.

The way Patrick is looking at Art. Do I even need to explain it? The affection hidden behind his gaze, looking Art up and down - gaze lingering on his lips - and shamelessly checking him out, he's just happy to see his best friend! 😈 And honestly, who wouldn't look at Art Donaldson in this way.

And Art is looking at Patrick in the same way, earlier, when he brings him the churro. Of course, it's all platonic, c'mon, he hasn't seen his bestie in so long. 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

Also, "You're really commiting to this thing?" honestly, I'm really unsure whether Art wants Tashi or Patrick more. In my opinion, he wasn't really jealous of the relationship itself but rather being left out. Perhaps the way he sabotages their relationship isn't to earn Tashi (even if he is into her), but rather to not be the one that's left out, to be the one above Patrick, the one that Tashi will choose.

"I don't want you to get hurt." okay bitch. Art's playing it casually, again, following my statement. And Patrick is not really an idiot. He's known Art since forever and Art definitely isn't a pro at playing it cool, Patrick knows his friend is bullshitting him.

"Fucking snake... Honestly, I'm proud of you."

But Patrick is, even if this whole act concerns him, proud of his friend - the good boy Art - for playing it rough. Because that's what's needed, not only in his relationships but also tennis. Perhaps it's the Tashi effect, as Art is in her presence quite often, or he's just fed up with always being the second choice, but Art is turning into a bit of a bitch.

ALSO! The not so subtle glances they exchange, the close proximity, looking down at each other's lips. 🤤 I love the little details of cinnamon everywhere. Just a pair of two best friends.

[birlwrites]

As I want to know everything about your version of the black family, I'm going to ask you about the personalities of Pollux, Arcturus, Irma, Melania, Alphard, Cygnus and Druella. And if you have headcanons of the black family. I really liked Orion in the last chapter, they usually make him very invisible in ff.

okAY SO!

re personalities i'm just going to do all of them in the order you listed them for simplicity's sake, here goes:

pollux: kinda struggles to find a sense of purpose in his life (WOW starting off uplifting ajfskhgkjdf) - he's spent so much of his life just having... nothing important to do? he's a spare in a cadet branch. both he and alphard are older than arcturus and yet arcturus is the heir and pollux and alphard handle that differently. dude needs some hobbies. he did a lot of teaching bellatrix dark arts and he is fiercely proud of her, he also just needs to like. take up gardening or something afjslgkhjskdf

arcturus: i think of him as being intensely charismatic and very stubborn - voldemort doesn't know how lucky he was that orion didn't grow up into a carbon copy of his father because tom riddle's efforts to take charge of slytherin would NOT have gone well if he were up against a mini-arcturus afjslkghjksdf (orion is a) abt 2 years younger and b) didn't feel the urge to jump into the ring). he's not competitive because he's confident that there's nobody who could possibly compete with him, but that doesn't mean he's going to hesitate to quash what he sees as disrespect. heavy user of the family magic, and we know how that goes for him, but on a lighter note, was very serious about being the head of the *family,* not just lord black - he was the driving force behind getting the extended family to spend summers at black manor and he'd be absolutely fucking pissed to see the state of house black now

irma: irma's just vibing, she is also purposeless (woooooooooo), living vicariously through bellatrix's stories of death eater life, pollux and irma are very happy people who definitely aren't bored at all, irma's never fantasized about stabbing someone with a fork

melania: very warm and also very intense. the sort of person who you meet for the first time and then an hour later you're making plans to start a business together selling enchanted furniture and putting all the profits into funding a culinary school. you don't even know how you got onto this topic. you've never cared about culinary school in your life. you also can't tell if she's joking. this particular scenario is more an example than anything that has actually happened but like - she has a way of making people feel very close to her. intense but not severe. like ginger beer

alphard: sometimes feels like the only sane person in the family. everyone else seems to be absolutely incapable of chilling the fuck out for one (1) single second, and without arcturus and melania around to enforce order things have just gone to shit and two of the kids are disowned and BELLATRIX IS A DEATH EATER and just in general what the fuck is happening??? on a lighter note, alphard spends a lot of his obscene amounts of leisure time (and money) on commissioning art and music. he's an especially good person to know if you're trying to make it as a painter or sculptor because he might let you use his house as a venue for a showing and invite his wealthy friends with huge houses that need decor and with the alphard black stamp of approval you'll probably sell basically everything

cygnus: i've talked about cygnus in some other posts but i don't feel like hunting for them rn ajflkhsgljdf. cygnus likes chess and the socratic method and books that take two people to lift. he's levelheaded, occasionally to the point of aloofness, and he had to deal with twins andromeda and bellatrix age 2 (and teenage andromeda, bellatrix, AND narcissa) so he's pretty unflappable. once he had to talk bellatrix out of murdering andromeda's ex-boyfriend ok he can handle anything. has been talking to regulus about books ever since regulus learned to read. he and orion are both at fault for baby regulus learning how to create an inferius because regulus really REALLY wanted to read a book with a very shiny cover (on a high shelf) and cygnus and orion looked at each other and went 'yeah ok sure why not' and that is how elementary necromancy, volume 4 ended up in regulus's hands

druella: grew up a rosier in a cadet branch, which was basically a free license to do whatever she wanted as long as it didn't look serious. she got very bored, married a guy who was The Opposite of that, and now spends a lot of time gleefully exchanging acerbic bits of gossip with cassiopeia and walburga. and bellatrix! she used to pride herself on being an attentive mother who actually spent time with her children, then andromeda straight up ran away ���� oops. also i'm deciding rn that she played quidditch - seeker for slytherin! (she wasn't enlisted in 'talk bellatrix out of murdering andromeda's ex-boyfriend' because she would have been like bella that would be very irresponsible and dangerous. here's how we're going to humiliate him publicly--)

i have lots of headcanons but this post is already very long and idk how to like, mentally sort through my headcanons to pick out the ones to state here ajkghsjlgksdf

[saskiavalentineapologist]

SO

saskia and belialah. the empress and her shadow.

...im breaking my own rule of not posting any more original creations here but idgaf---i'll post some sketches and if there's interest i can throw this fic i'm working on up on ao3 for the monsterfuckers in the audience

so, backstory on THESE TWO:

i'm gonna go in real life order of events and talk about some of the inspos that went into some of these moments and where they were in our real life timeline of Experiencing these two

under the cut bc i must remain polite in the face of my hyperfixations

HELLO I MAY BE POLITE BUT IM RABID LETS GOOOOOOOOO

ok so, canonical order of events: saskia (matriarch) and belialah (demon lord) meet, they establish an alliance, belialah does stuff for saskia. at some point, saskia starts amassing her generals (we'll get there) and chooses belialah. somewhere in here as well, saskia splits from the empire and starts doing her Evil Deeds for her Evil Plans. I'm not sure which of the last two came first. in either case, lost later meets belialah, we haven't seen her (physically) since (but that's not a good thing i don't think)

irl order of events:

Saskia throws a Fit, kills her nephew, and withdraws from the empire at large. we make fun of her because though she's the big bad, she's also weirdly wet and pathetic. we hate her. she's so sucks. and also so sexy. its bad

time goes by, things happen, eventually there's a big party with all the matriarchs!!! yaaaaay

lost and gilt go because ofc we do, and there's a big dance where everyone keeps changing partners. at the end of the dance, lost gets belialah

...elven ish woman. obviously weird. too pale skin. black hair. disheveled appearance. ill-fitting dress. holds herself weird. talks with a tremble and a breathiness to her voice that immediately makes us uncomfortable (my mans can do some fuckin VOICES and don't get me started on the sound effects). belialah says she's a huge fan---of lost's father. the being from before creation whose whole thing is "immortal life but not in the good way" instead of "you won't die" it's "you can't die" there is no death to escape from life, no matter the suffering.

so--red flags.

she tells lost that she's one of saskia's generals, and that saskia sent her to give lost a message: saskia is so excited for her to come home, and that lost should bring her brothers (6 beings of various otherworldly heritage like lost--saskia has a type and it is monsters) when she comes home. Lost tells her to tell saskia, from her and gilt, to fuck off.

belialah goes...monstrous. red eyes start popping open all over her skin and she gets quiet and threatening about how lost is disrespectful and how--yeah, she will tell saskia that. and she leaves in a cloud of black vapor

i turn to chase. i say "oh they're fucking"

and he hits me with "...belialah would probably like to!"

and i hit the ground running. sprinting. i was off into the distance without another fucking word. little roselyn-shaped dust cloud left behind.

fic. art. works. stuff. so much. headcanons. throwing everything at the wall. attempts at first time. attempts at canon. saskia bitchiness. belialah wanting to smash despite the great danger to her personal health. weird fetish fic. modern!au. headcanons about modern!au. deep dives. analysis. narrative foils. sex. so much sex.

it's everything. they're everything

i want them to be terrible together. that's all i want. that's all i've ever wanted.

i set about creating for them in a frenzy--it's been love and war time for...since early may of last year?? some coming up on a year, now (again---150k words written in this time, with april's word count unknown but already above 10k. jan ALONE was 32k). love and war time means that it's always love and war--it's just different people inside the campaign. oh it's saskia oh it's freya it's gilt and lost let's bop over to adele what about gilt's parents-

FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR

it's been great.

Chase messaged summer and i a few weeks ago like "hey. i got a belialah meeting saskia inspo video, but i need to show you in person bc i need to get your reaction live."

he showed me this

we had a moment of "...oh my god its from a gacha game?" and then i made him play it three times in a row just Absorbing the vibes

chase: it's saskia and belialah when they first meet, with belialah thinking she has the upper hand and saskia proving that she is very, very wrong. but i don't know what a ball in the abyss looks like...

me: say no more

and i hit upon them meeting at an event where it's basically like---demons from all over gather, have a civil time---when bloodshed eventually happens (which it always does bc they're literal actual demons) it's a free for all and it's expected to be a bloodbath, that's part of the appeal

belialah's there, as you do, and saskia's there to talent scout from the pool of winners for her big evil plans. belialah's like "wtf is a stupid little mortal doing here why are you unaccosted where is your collar" kinda behavior and goes over there, they talk, they dance (also a ploy for power among demons, it's a sizing up thing instead of a fun thing), saskia reveals that she's got 1/8th of the power of a god in her soul and belialah's like "cool im fanatically devoted to you now i've never wanted to smash a mortal before can we make out"

and that's how they start their history

with me writing books about this campaign (again--pipe dream) i've been deciding on when and where i want these two to get highlighted, bc, again---we've never met saskia in person, she's spoken to lost and gilt directly once, and we've seen belialah once outside of saskia's bitchy announcement to the empire at large where she reveals she's got 12 generals and you better not try shit bc we're at WAR now (she's stupid i love her dearly)

and recently i've been working on their...first time? an epilogue for one of the books. the actual thing won't have sex in it if it gets to be part of the book for realsies, but im not stopping there bc IM ME

and i've been tinkering with like...ok how do we show in isolated little epilogues and snippet scenes that saskia and belialah have INSANE sexual tension so that when they do get together, its weird but satisfying bc again---belialah is a demon. she's got a human form. that is not her true form. i've drawn it, it's sexy to saskia, i'll post it soon.

but i need these two to snark at each other with saskia resisting belialah's advances bc "im trying to take over the world stop distracting me" while belialah's like "SASKIA LEMME SMASH. PLEASE" until eventually it happens because they're terrible and i love them and it needs to happen, frankly. im overruling my boyfriend. at the point we are at, they are fucking already. he does not have a choice. im overruling him.

chase, if you're reading this--the goal with this first time fic is to make it plausible enough that you accept it as canon. thank you.

bc like--they're terrible. they're perfect. they've both got bratty younger sibling/cocky hotshot who thinks they're invincible kinda energy and belialah has no doubt in her mind that saskia can achieve her goals and saskia is getting someone who will stroke her ego and is having the thought of "im being recognized for how amazing i am it's about time"

the generals have made deals with saskia---saskia is planning on following through with 0% of these deals. belialah is the only one who didn't--she's here by saskia's side of her own free will.

they're fucking. at this point, they are fucking. decades of sexual tension kept alive by distance and "hello old friend" energy is suddenly coming to head with Belialah Always Being Around and saskia having to plan out her evil deeds with her being nutso devoted 24/7 and listen, man. this woman has an ego the size of the planet. she's gonna smash someone who inflates her ego, it's just how she works

ok lore dump over. sketch time now.

[fitrahgolden]

Next, I tried writing a bit more of There's a world you need to know. Here goes. Like with Lilies and Soap, I'll probably just post scenes haphazardly and erratically and out of order. Fun, right?

Hope you enjoy.

There's A World You Need To Know: 1 - Not Really Sure How To Feel About It

"Mother, who is that in there with Greg and Hy?"

"Oh! That's Kate. She's the children's new music and art therapist."

"...music and art therapist..."

"Don't start. I had a meeting with their teachers--"

"When was this? Why wasn't I there?"

Violet blinked at him. "I'm capable of tending to my children's education without you, Anthony. I am their mother, after all."

Anthony pinched the bridge of his nose. Not the time, he reminded himself. Not the time.

"I apologize. That's not what I meant to imply. What did their teachers say?"

"The children have been... talking a lot. About their father. And Hyacinth in particular has been withdrawn lately. Both of them have been receiving lower marks--"

"Then we'll replace their tutors."

"That's not the problem, Anthony. We're actually quite lucky that Ms. Sharma was available. She comes highly recommended. She works with several students at Hyacinth and Gregory's school and all over Kent."

Kate Sharma, was it? Right. 

—

Anthony didn't think he looked particularly imposing as he leaned against the wall, waiting for the kids' "therapy session" to be over, but apparently he did as Kate Sharma startled at his presence when she saw him, dropping her bag. They both dove to get it.

"Allow me," Anthony said. It sounded more like an order than an offer.

"No, thanks. I have it," Kate mumbled.

As they stood, Anthony finally got a good look at her face.

"...Yes?"

"Pardon? 

"You're staring at me."

"Oh, um, sorry." He extended his hand.

"Anthony, Viscount Bridgerton."

Kate scoffed but took his hand, shaking briefly but confidently.

"Kate Sharma."

She turned to leave and Anthony felt the inexplicable urge to keep talking to her.

"How, um... did the session, uh, go?"

"You don't have to do this."

"What?"

"I know you think what I do is bullshit."

"No, I don't. I just--"

"It's fine, I'm used to it. Thankfully, it doesn't stop me from being really fucking good at my job. Anyway, your mother warned me about you."

"She--? Right. Um... Sorry, but can I just ask what training you need for this... job?" If any, he added in his head.

Kate rolled her eyes, pulling out a folder and unceremoniously pushing it at him.

"I have degrees in Music, Music Therapy, and Art Psychotherapy. I'm registered with the Health and Care Professions Council and a member of the British Associations of both Art Therapy and Music Therapy."

Anthony flipped through the contents of the folder, everything corroborating what she'd just said. "How old are you?"

"Excuse me?"

He sheepishly handed the folder back. "I'm sorry. You're just very... accomplished. You always carry your credentials with you?"

"When I'm working, yes. Like I said, I'm used to people like you."

"Like me?"

"I really need to go. I have other clients to dupe into giving me money for playing with their children."

"That's not at all--"

She tossed over her shoulder, "Violet seems happy with my work, as do the kids, so I'm afraid you'll be seeing me again, Viscount."

Anthony was sort of dazed. What the fuck just happened?

"Holy shit, was that the Kate Sharma?" Eloise all but shouted.

"The?"

"Of course you haven't heard of her, you uncultured swine. What in the world was she doing here?"

"She's... a child therapist. A... famous one, I guess?" Anthony squinted at his sister.

"Ugh, you're hopeless. She's also the best mural artist this side of London. You've never read My Mother's Daughter?"

Anthony looked back down the hallway where Kate Sharma disappeared. Huh.

—

The bell rang as Anthony entered Art Blanche and he was already bracing for it.

“Who is that I spy? Lord Anthony Bridgerton descending into the bohemian slums that are my domain?” Benedict’s grin was comically wide as he sat behind the desk in his small art shop.

“Brother, always a pleasure. I was planning on supporting a local family run business, but I can pop down to Waterstones.”

Benedict was already walking over with his arms outstretched. “No! Stay, stay. So, you are looking for a book?” Benedict asked, giving Anthony a bear hug.

“Yeah. Um… My Mother’s Daughter? It’s by–”

“Kathani Sharma, newly employed as the kids’ therapist.” Benedict made his way to the art books section and plucked a copy of Kate’s book from the shelf.

“Right,” Anthony took the book when Benedict proffered it. “Have you met her yet?”

“No, but last time I was home, Greg and Hy were gushing about her. Mother, too. I can’t believe she snagged Ms. Sharma.”

“You sound like Eloise.”

“I’m surprisingly OK with that. So, you’re doing your own research so you can discount art therapy and fire the creative genius?”

Anthony closed the book he’d been flipping through and looked up. “Damn it, can’t I just look into it? Does it not sound a little silly to you? Wait–”

“Right, remember who you are talking to.”

“Anyway, yes, I’m looking into myself.”

“You don’t think mum has? You know you can just let her parent on her own.” Benedict’s tone was kind, but Anthony got defensive anyway.

“Jesus, I know that! That doesn’t mean I want to abdicate all responsibility for the kids’ wellbeing.” He exhaled sharply, looking back down at the book. “I apologize.” Benedict placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“You’re alright. Do your research. But please give her a chance. She’s brilliant.”

“Wait…”

Benedict raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“T. W. Dorset. Tom? She works with Tom? You remember him? We were friends at Oxford.”

“Oh, right! Ha, maybe you should ring him up as part of your recon.”

“I haven’t spoken to him in ages.”

“Well, reconnect with an old mate and use him for your own nefarious intentions.”

[blooming-violets]

Hey there! Do you happen to know what happened to agnesamarantheastwood/spidervee? I can’t find her posts anywhere 😭

Hello! I'm pretty certain she deleted her tumblr. I don't know the exact reason but I'm sure she knew what she was doing and looking out for her best interests. It is always a bummer when a writer you love suddenly disappears and takes their works with them but, sadly, that is the nature of the internet. Sometimes deleting is people's best options for their mental health (or any other reason they may have). I know it sucks and I'm sorry it happened :(

Here's some other authors I would like to recommend in an attempt to help fill your VeeVoid though:

@liz-allyn

Fellow dark fic enthusiast, fantastic writer, her work reads like professional fucking literature, she has a dark and fascinating brain that I want to live inside of. I highly recommend Heat of the Moment. I swear that fic broke me. I think about it daily. It truly is a work of art and I do not say that lightly. I mean that with my whole heart. Her current series is Sugar and Vice. It's gripped me by the throat and is slowly choking me to death.

@mrshipsmcgee

I'm biased because this is my lover and I live and breathe for her. If I go one day without texting her, I feel dead inside. But regardless of my undying love for Cait, she writes Peter beautifully. If you're looking for a finished series, please check Symbiote (which I can never spell right on the first try). It's sexy and dark and full of action. If you're looking for something softer, highhhllyyy recommend A Lord and A Lady. It is a Bridgerton AU but I think it could read just fine as a period piece even if you don't know the show/story. It's soft and lovely and Cait captures the time period so perfectly that it makes me feel like I'm watching an episode before my eyes. It's unfished but I have secret, behind the scenes, knowledge and she's currently working on the story again after taking a much needed break from writing. Everything she has showed me so far is amazing.

@privateanxieties

I have not read as many of their works as I would like to but it's on my list of things to do. I recently read Of Enemies and Indestructible Girlfriends and was in awe. I could not stop reading. The humor mixed with the emotions mixed with the action scenes were wonderfully balanced. Such talent and I feel bad for not reading as much as I would like. Christmas vaca is less than a month away so hopefully I'll use that time as my fic catch up. Just because I'm behind though doesn't mean you need to be! Read some of their stuff and you won't be disappointed.

@p3mybeloved

Y'all need to check out Kayla asap. If you want the perfect sex pollen fic then you need to read hold you here, my loveliest friend. Every time I attempt to write my own sex pollen fic I give up literally because I know it will never be as good as this one and why touch perfection, ya know? Her current chapter fic is who is the lamb and who is the knife. Once again, I need to catch up on this because I'm behind, but what I have read...wowowowowowow.

@withahappyrefrain

Everyone knows Abby (put your age in your fucking bio) is a true fic queen. When I think of her, I think of adorable cuteness, sunshine, and sundresses...and also the filthiest mind on the most innocent looking woman you've ever seen. She is perfection. Much like her fic Here Comes the Sun. Also Field Trips - Not just Educational gives me life. It solidified my love of Peter Parker being with a teacher gf. Oh, and if you feel like getting horny with sub!peter, read this. Abby's horny thoughts ruin me. She just gets it.

[ophidion]

last line :/

Rule: post the last sentence/line from your WIP or wherever you left off in your art. Then tag as many people as there are words in that sentence/line. Please make a new post if you decide to join the game.

legitimately everyone on the planet has tagged me in this and I'm late because i keep thinking I'll be at a good point with beacon. yet.

anyone else who wants to play by all means.

one

“Tell me your name.”

“Mine? Or this body’s?”

“Halbrand?” she cautiously dares to choke out.

“Halbrand’s not here right now,” his grin is mean, but his eyes are glassy and reflective of the horror in her own.

“Pity, he didn’t have an heir back then.” Sauron casts a nod towards the scroll rolling into the river.

“I suppose a dead man can still pass on his name.” She’s so busy watching her evidence disappear into the river, the elf doesn’t notice the human’s hand coming around her windpipe.

It’s a Maia’s strength that makes her fall.

two

“Dead-ringer,” she savors the word, rolling her hips as he thrust up into her. “I’m not the one who just said they’re fucking a look-alike for their mother.”

One would think that would be a shocking statement or a lethal insult. Instead, his lips just curl, and hands dig into her hips with enough force to bruise, slamming her down harder onto his cock.

“Do you want to stop, Mommy?”

When they were children, they had played house on her father’s country estate in Wales.

(Lord Sauron preferred child-free holidays. Had preferred to not remember he had a daughter, an arrestingly lovely woman now that could become a coveted treasure if shown off too much in the papers.

He preferred if she was kept isolated, with her brother as her keeper. To remain like a little girl, who was still content to play house with the boy she had been raised with.)

“Don’t you dare, Daddy.”

Their parents didn’t know it but they had never stopped playing house. After all, wasn’t that what they wanted? For neither of them to grow up?

three

“You can call me Narvi if you wish,” he says quietly, returning to his task as if he hadn’t just granted a rare privilege.

There was something lurking behind the set jaw of the Crown Prince, one didn’t need to have keen eyesight to see that.

Isildur doesn’t feel the need to ask why the elderly dwarf was so reluctant to relinquish the task to his son. Sure, the King was willing to have him pour out the dirty water.

Narvi’s face was stoic in the task, but there was a mutinous gleam in his eye.

(How his hand seemed to pat at his side each time he set down the empty metal basin could have been confused for a nervous tick.

But, as the ritual concluded and the small dwarf prince helped the elderly High King stand, Sauron swallowed the question he wanted to whisper in Durin’s ear.

‘What have you got in your pocket?’

It wasn’t much of a riddle.

But, power was a game that Sauron had seldom tired of. It was sacred and of immense antiquity, and even wicked creatures were afraid to cheat when they played at it.

Yet, there were beings with good hearts who sometimes realized that the only way to win, was to resort to less than honorable means.

[lothricknightgirl]

I posted 42,155 times in 2022

That's 11,194 more posts than 2021!

559 posts created (1%)

41,596 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@araccoonthatlikesmurder

@letsstartafamilywellinvitewelove

@godmodebeginswithlesbians

@kingscrown666

@ball-lightning

I tagged 4,040 of my posts in 2022

#bis's treasure pile - 168 posts

#bis rants - 130 posts

#blorbovsky blorbobov - 128 posts

#assorted blorbovosky's - 85 posts

#art gallery in the galley to the left and up the stairs - 57 posts

#there i go adopting another blorbo again - 38 posts

#self reblog for self esteem - 30 posts

#fuck - 19 posts

#oh wow - 17 posts

#oh - 16 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#for real though i'm sorry. i'll do my best to interact with any further of your art posts and will be going further down the line to engage

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

*boop* hehe!

The metal of the helmet is warm to the touch, as if warmed by a forge, and it appears incredibly flummoxed despite a complete lack of face or expression in the first place.

They curiously peer down at you, as if expecting an explanation, but they aren't hostile.

88 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

#4

Are you joining the skeleton war? If so you should join the fungal rebellion!

-@just-mushroom-thoughts

What are you rebelling against, exactly?

163 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#3

hey hey hey

Reblog this to appoint the previous reblog-ee as a lord of something of your choosing

259 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

#2

oh fuck it's The Urge again

289 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Skyrim Questions

If this were a drinking contest and I had to take a shot for every time the word "Dragonborn" was mentioned in this post, my liver would deteriorate on the spot.

Feel free to answer via reblog or notes.

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What's your Dragonborn's race?

Dragonborn's preferred weapon and fighting style?

Where was your Dragonborn born? In Skyrim, Tamriel, or someplace else?

What are your Dragonborn's philosophies, mantras, codes of honor and the like? How steadfast are they in these beliefs? How do they influence their interactions with the world?

Dragonborn's favorite province and Dragonborn's least favorite province?

Does your Dragonborn favor melee, ranged weapons or magic? A mix of all three, or maybe none?

Dragonborn's preferred school of magic? How good are they at it?

Is your Dragonborn religious? Who's their favored god/god/pantheon?

Dragonborn's name and the meaning behind it?

Has your dragonborn ever been cursed? If so, what is the nature of it?

Does your Dragonborn prefer land, sea, or air?

What is your Dragonborn's occupation, be it current or otherwise?

Does your Dragonborn have any hobbies? Are they particularly attached to any of them?

How is your Dragonborn perceived by the rest of Skyrim and Tamriel?

Imperials or Stormcloaks? Neither? Both? Where do their allegiances lie, if they have any? Are they blatant, or subtle?

How many factions is your Dragonborn in? How would you describe their ties to them?

How would you describe your Dragonborn's personality?

Did your Dragonborn want to be Dragonborn? Are they a reluctant, begrudging hero, a jaded and bitter hero, or a stars-in-their-eyes "This is my destiny!" hero? Are they a hero at all?

If your Dragonborn didn't want to be Dragonborn, what would they have rather been?

How does your Dragonborn view all the different factions of Skyrim?

Is your Dragonborn stealthy, "Stealthy" or loud?

How competent are they, be it in general life or other?

When your Dragonborn dies, if they can, what will they leave behind? What will their legacy be?

How epic is the fight between all the gods vying for the Dragonborn's soul going to be?

Are there any items they have that are significant to them?

What flowers lie on your Dragonborn's final resting place, if there are any?

See the full post

596 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review

2 bloody years here. Wow. Glad I got the spend it all with y'all!

[darkfeanix]

Feanix Reads Dragon Age Comics

#2: Those Who Speak

You can find my thoughts on the previous comic arc, The Silent Grove, here.

I'll be posting my thoughts on each series as a whole, rather then individual issues. Below the cut are all the thoughts I had while reading Those Who Speak.

Those Who Speak (I)

Did not realise that Those Who Speak and Until We Sleep are only three issues each; misremembered and thought they were six issues like The Silent Grove. I wonder what was behind that decision to treat The Silent Grove as a single arc, instead of breaking it up into two smaller arcs like the next two.

MAKER'S BLESSINGS, A NEW OUTFIT FOR ISABELA! I guess I wasn't the only one displeased by the fact she was stuck in her game outfit while the other two got upgrades. She even gets pants.

MAEVARIS TILANI! The magister herself, in the flesh. I really like that she was explicitly in a relationship with a dwarf, even if it was in the past. There aren't enough canon inter-species relationships.

(… may need to create a Rook in the future just to write a romance with her. I love her so much.)

I have no memory at all of this Lord Devon fellow. He probably isn't Claudio 2.0, but even so, I don't trust him. And Isabela certainly doesn't seem happy to be getting reacquainted with him.

I will say, I am much happier with Isabela's narration than I was with Alistair's.

Ah, that's why I don't remember Devon: Isabela knifed him when nobody else was looking. I do remember the secret he tried to hold over her head, and honestly I'm not surprised she handled it this way; we all know she doesn't take kindly to being threatened, plus she no doubt feels a lot of shame for what went down.

*le sigh* And we're back to the video game outfit. Damnit.

"I found the man who stole my father away. The man who – intentionally or not – started Ferelden on the path of civil war." Oh really Alistair? Titus was the one responsible for all that? Not anyone else? Not someone that you perhaps stabbed in the chest in the previous issue?!

Ah, and here we have the introduction of Rasaan, who will soon be making Isabela relive some of her worst traumas.

Fuck the Qunari. I imagine I'll be saying that a decent amount over the next couple of issues. (Spoiler: It turns out that I didn't.)

Those Who Speak (II)

The Qunari may be terrible, but credit where credit's due, big fan of their fashion choices.

"Enlightenment requires submission to wisdom. You will submit."

*shudders* So I'm curious; Rasaan says here that her name "indications the circumstances of [her] birth, and [her] position within the Tamassran… and would be difficult for [Isabela] to pronounce". But on the Dragon Age: The World of Thedas, vol. 2, p. 45, "Rasaan" (by way of the Qunlat page on the Dragon Age Wiki)

Rasaan means "emissary" or "chosen heir", and is the title of the Ariqun's successor. I'm curious if this is a retcon, or if Rasaan was always intended to be that, and that her telling Isabela to call her that is the same as if a real-world ambassador who is also a priest said to be addressed as "Ambassador [Name]" instead of "Father [Name]".

Varric says he's been trying to learn Qunlat while they've been waiting. With how resourceful he is (and considering Fenris is fluent), I'm surprised he never took the time to learn it while the Qunari were in Kirkwall, or even afterwards in case of situations just like this one.

Then again, this is Varric we're talking about. He probably convinced himself there never would be a situation like this, because why would he ever need to leave Kirkwall?

Okay, Sten is good in this art style. Sten in Arishok armour in this art style? Even better. It's a shame he's a true believer in the Qun, because he's such a cool character.

Lowkey very satisfying to see Sten backhand Alistair. I still have not forgiven what Alistair did to Yavana, in case that wasn't clear.

And now we come to Isabela's backstory. It's no surprise she hates the Qunari so much. She grew up surrounded by them, probably seeing people who she knew being brought under their sway, and then on top of that, her own mother basically sold her off as a child bride because she wouldn't convert to the Qun.

Also, I know I've been critical of the art before, but these two panels?

Absolute fire. Especially Isabela's expression in the second panel. She's so determined, so defiant. Gosh, I love her.

And I guess she strikes a nerve because Rasaan absolutely loses it and throws her bodily at the Qamek. I'll admit, the first time I read this, I was worried that just being that close to it was going to be mindwipe Isabela.

Those Who Speak (III)

Sten cover art big muscle I just poor simple gay.

Isabela says, "Say no to Qamek, kids!" and then straight up brains Rasaan on the floor. Interestingly, the guard says "Tamass'ra!"; I wonder if that's another aspect of her title, or if maybe the "'ra" part is an exclamation of some kind specifically expression concern.

The whole escape sequence is so badass, I can almost forgive the fact that Isabela is being shown wearing even less than normal.

Isabela to the rescue, heck yeah! And she's going back for her crew, AND she says she's giving them the option of either staying and accepting the Qun, and fighting their way out with her. This woman has grown so much and I love that for her.

The parallels of Isabela's fight with Rasaan and Alistair's fight with Sten/Arishok are so well done! Isabela fighting to prove she has overcome her past, Alistair fighting to remind Sten of the past that they shared. And both of them coming out on top and proving their points.

You thought you knew her, but you know nothing. Stick to Speaking, because you're obviously no good at Seeing.

Gosh, now I want to write Isabela fanfiction. Love her so much.

That "I'm not sure I'm Isabela any longer" feels kind of weird. I mean, I kind of see what they were going for, but it feels almost… contradictory? I don't quite know how to put it into words. And it doesn't amount to anything; she's still Isabela in the next arc, and she's still Isabela in Inquisition. Just feels like they wanted some cool line to wrap up the issue and they didn't stick the landing.

It ends with the following statement from Isabela's narrator voice:

"Once Varric got me alone, he asked if I wanted to go on -- if maybe this was more than I signed on for. I told him Alistair deserved a chance to kill Titus and find his father, and that I intended to see it through. After that? There are going to be some changes."

And this feels like the same thing as the name thing. Because the way Varric talks about her in Inquisition, and the way she's described in her Multiplayer write up, it really doesn't seem like she's changed much at all from who she is at this point in her life, except that she maybe has more people working under her.

Final Thoughts

Not many, to be honest. I feel like this was an improvement over The Silent Grove. Not perfect by any means, but an improvement. We got Mae, we got Isabela backstory, we got Isabela sticking it to the Qunari. A reasonably good time was had by me.

Since it was only three issues instead of six, I'll see if I can get through Until We Sleep tonight as well. We'll see, though.

[for-a-longlongtime]

Alright, I have my assignment put together. I'm an overachiever, so I'm vying for extra credit here (to make up for being late) by using gifs instead of photos and doing multiple per option.

1. Fuck. Joel. I mean - Jesus fucking Christ, JOEL. Just look at him. The length, the Floof, the curls, the grey, the everything. Also matches what I imagine older!Frankie's hair to be. Joel is fucking tired of incompetent people and will fuck up any asshole that gets in his way. Not only would you want to fuck him - he deserves it so much. Twice a day minimum.

2. Marry. I'm calling this Mostly Casual '22/'23 (With A Lakers Shirt)-hair. Yes, I'm painting that with a wide brush but hear me out. This is the natural hair look, when he's on camera it's styled by Coco but the length and the cut is fairly casual and free flowing. It's far from "perfect" or photoshoot ready, but it has attitude because it's often rocked together with a Lakers shirt and his guard is down, so he's extra expressive. Perfect example of this is the Variety podcast because... well, look at him. In the words of Oberyn Martell, "You're a bit of mischief, aren't you?"

It's the Behind The Scenes/before the show hair from the Mett Gala, when it's wild and messy and he wears that lip ring, staring you down with a mix of confidence but also a hint of doubt in his eyes if the look actually works. Nervous before the event but really into the way you're watching him work that tie, and how your eyes linger on the rings that are straddling his fingers, and the appreciation you have for his nail art.

It's the "I'm fucking grateful for all the love, but I'm not digging that they're making me do three acceptance videos, so I popped half an edible and am doing this in my backyard, and afterwards I'm having lunch and a nap"-hair.

And finally, it's the "There's no traffic? There's no traffic! I drove from Venice beach to here and there's no traffic, but it's 9 am and I'm awake to have a good ass conversation for this podcast because I enjoy talking to people who I like"-hair.

I know these are 4 different moments in time, but you see how they tie together, right? This is hair you'd want to be married to. Smart, goofy, playful and comfortable.

3. Slap. I'm gonna switch it up here from what I've seen others post, because I feel like this is highly underappreciated: Ezra hair. That fucking blond streak, not just the way it looks, but also the obsessive granular thinking that's behind him bleaching it and having done almost too much character development. Plus, oh my lord, the way Ezra carries himself... You want to slap him for this hair and his *everything* and he would like it - probably love it. Would want you to slap him again and this time also pull his hair. He's dangerous but also so very human and in pain and Kevva, he's just trying to survive. (Also: see my avatar)

Dearest Professor,

For consideration in the Frankie hair module of our PhD program, I must ask. I know people usually ask fuck/marry/slap (changing that last one 😆) about Pedro characters...but what about his hairstyles or looks?

I hope this makes sense. For example, for me (surprise surprise) I would marry the hairstyle from the recent Hollywood Reporter shoot... I haven't thought of the rest yet but I'm happy to answer it once I think it through.

Absolutely fucking wonderful suggestion, Honour Roll Student @rhoorl!

Let's codify this as a bonus module of the Francisco Morales Hair Seminar (2A being "The Curls" and 2B being "The Hat", both still to be introduced at upcoming lectures).

The Catfish Pond PhD Degree Program: Bonus Module 2

Now open for class discussion, based on the ask above. This bonus module is evidence-based, which means you must provide or cite visual notes to back up your arguments.

I'll go first:

Fuck: The hair from the Hollywood Reporter shoot. These spiky curls are the perfect length for his shorter haircuts. He also just looked so fucking incredible during this shoot and the Actors Roundtable event. 🫠 Glowing, broad-shouldered, engaging intently with his peers, and charming as usual.

Marry: The hair from the Hawaii photoshoot (GQ, 2018). These longer, slightly wild curls have been blessed by Hawaiian aloha and give him a wonderfully soft look. These are the curls that instantly spring (groan) to mind when I think of Frankie without his hat, and the curls you want to grab when you're making out with Frankie or he's proving to you why he's the pussy-eating king (refer to Seminar 1 of the Catfish Pond PhD Degree Program).

Slap: The Javi G curls. They're so pretty that they actually make me angry. I want to get my fingers into them so bad. All the blessings to Coco Ullrich for creating that look.

[lovelywingsart]

Metallic (18+)

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

Oh lord here we go- Ok, first off, y'all get a small paragraph beforehand, please forgive me. :'D I've... never posted smut THIS PUBLICLY before. This is admittedly incredibly nerve-wracking and I'm hella nervous because I feel like I write... 'conservatively'? You'll see what I mean. So... Please go easy on me for this one...? I'm great for sweet stuff and angst, but smut is a whole other beast despite NSFW being one of my favorite art forms when drawing. I mean, I've already made a few *spicy* art pieces for them, but just... Writing is difficult. I mean, I really hope you guys like it anyway!! But fair warning. THIS is new for me. QuQ I do have a few more smut pieces in the works, but this was the first one written.

So uh... on to the story, I guess...!

**Small reminder that I have a small 'Masterlist' for these!**

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*Warning?: Hella smut, lots of biting, choking and kisses, some blood from said biting, just rough sex in general? Normal, to rough, to fluff. not entirely sure what else to add?? :'D It's all consensual, no worries.

Summary: With some high tensions, a smart mouth, and some unfortunate forgetfulness, Emelia gets herself into a bit of... 'trouble' with the notorious Metal Man. But maybe this time she bit off a bit more than she could chew... Not that she really ends up minding.

A pair of footsteps echoed through the underground tunnels of the factory, almost mimicking the constant sounds of pickaxes being dug into the stone. The walking man looked around every once in a while, seemingly proud of whatever progress had been made.

"All is going well. Good, good." He said proudly, puffing on the cigar he held between his fingers. The woman next to him rolled her eye. The small lights of the tunnels glinted in the glasses he wore as he turned his head to glance at her. "Is there a problem?" He chuckled.

"If by 'well' you mean 'excruciatingly slow by dimwitted slaves', then yes."

"Would you like to join them then, Emmy?"

"Bloody hell, no. I'm still sore from lugging those damned carts around..." Emelia mumbled, reaching to rub behind her neck. The man next to her chuckled again, handing over his cigar. He stepped forward slightly as she took it, holding out his free arm.

"And yet you're still walking!" He chimed, looking back at her as she puffed on the cigar, herself. "We'll change that soon enough."

"I'm not working myself to death, Heisenberg." She huffed, picking up speed and shoving the cigar back into his face. "While factory productions are important to me too, perhaps learn the definition of a 'break', and not as in 'break my back'."

Karl took the cigar with amusement as she walked forward ahead, clearly heading back to the main building.

"First you tell me to work harder, then you say not at all." He mused, following closely. "Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I can do what I want?"

"And yet, what you want is what affects YOUR factory in the long run... Timing, Karl."

"You act as if you know more about MY factory than I do."

"And what do you know?"

"Everything."

"Good, then you know I'm heading upstairs to rest for a moment."

"I assumed so."

~

The two wandered along the corridors to a hall with stairs leading to a metal door, sharing the cigar before she went forward and kicked the door open, snorting as she heard an irritated grunt behind her.

"If you break that, you're fixing it." He muttered, setting his hammer down to the side as he took the cigar from her. She snorted, tossing her own weapon to the side, watching it land on a pile of fabrics used for either covering machinery or covering herself when she slept, whichever happened to come first.

"You say that as if it would be difficult." She retorted, taking her hair out of the tie it was in and running her hand through it before stretching slightly as he walked past her to sit in a chair next to a desk in the room they were in. It was similar to a bedroom, but not quite. 'More like an office with a small bed' , she always said, occasionally taking residence on said 'bed' when she was tired. She felt Heisenbergs eyes on her as her muscles stretched and popped, and she let out a satisfied groan.

"It wouldn't be, but you'll have to make a new one from scratch." He said, arching a brow as he leaned back in the chair. She rolled her eye, moving to stretch her arms in front of her.

"Again, not hard." She shrugged, finally moving towards the desk he was next to. "Making a door takes less brains than you already have."

"Are you calling me an idiot?"

"I'm not calling you a genius."

She almost laughed as she saw him pause before taking a long drag on the cigar.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear you say that." He sighed. She shrugged, leaning over the table and looking over the papers that had been laying on it.

"It's a joke, Heisenberg. I'll admit you're more intelligent than you let on." She said, moving the papers and other objects slightly while looking at them. She then paused as she held them, her eye going over the plans, x-rays, and sketches. "Did you leave out the other Soldat plans?"

"They're in with the cadou notes. I thought you would have seen them." He said simply, reaching for a manila folder on the corner of the table. He put the cigar in his mouth as he opened it and flipped through with a huff. "The new ones haven't been functioning properly, damn things... I'm thinking of rewiring the circuits to the brain.".

"Wouldn't that cause more damage than good?"

"Not if it's done properly." He chewed on the cigar for a moment before flipping over one of the papers. "The worst that could happen is the head exploding from the current. In that case-"

"Lycan food?" She suggested. He nodded in agreement.

"Lycan food. They're mostly useless to me otherwise..."

"As are most things..." she muttered, earning a glance. She looked back at him. "What? Am I wrong?"

"Not necessarily. Others do still have use."

"How?" She asked, turning to face him. "No head means no use."

He shrugged, tossing the folder back onto the table before leaning back in the chair.

"Replace certain muscle tissue and bones with pneumatic or hydraulic systems, whichever proves to be less of a pain in the ass that day, hot wire circuits to the remaining muscle structures, add an engine system into the chest with a strong battery..." he tilted his head slightly, almost as if he were picturing the plans in his head, thinking of more details as he went along. "They would quite literally be mindless, but a few shocks and currents would make them go just fine."

"Sounds a bit like you..." Emelia snorted, turning back to the table to organize the papers as he glared at her. "Shall I pick a few poor sods from the village to test this?"

"Or I could just use you..." he muttered.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Keep making your ass-backwards comments and see what happens." He shot back, finally pushing himself up to stand. "Yes, I'd like you to do that. Fresh bodies work best for the experiments. I'll send out the Lycans as well, given they don't tear them apart."

"That wouldn't matter anyway, Karl. You'll just stitch them back up like you always do."

"I could, couldn't I?" He started, taking a step closer to stand next to her with a sinister smile. "Or I could make YOU do it. You seem to have fun with tearing things apart and putting them back together-"

"I'm NOT sewing your bloody creations together." She interrupted. "I'll kill them and I'll tear them to shreds, or I'll assist with the inner workings of the mechanics. I don't sew."

"You'll learn."

"Like hell I will."

"I'll make you."

"Bullocks."

"Keep talking, Emelia." He dared, his voice lowering in a threatening manor. "I'm not in the mood."

"You were before we got here." She challenged. She only held her breath as he suddenly snuffed out the cigar on the table itself while his eyes seemed to stare directly through her.

"That's what happens when you keep insulting me, Emmy. I start to get angry. You know that."

She felt a chill down her spine at his voice. It was different from any other time she had aggravated him... It was as if she were in actual danger. His face was only inches away from hers, and he smirked once he noticed her hesitation.

"Scared, Emelia?"

She kept her eye on him, watching his movements carefully. No, No she wasn't in danger... Maybe.

"No." She replied, lifting her chin slightly as he arched a brow.

"Oh?"

"What is it you say to me...? I'm 'in a mood'...? Because I believe you're currently in one, yourself." She asked, finally moving forward and brushing past him in a nonchalant manor despite being somewhat stiff in her movements. "Drink some coffee and throw a few things around with that power of yours, you'll be fine."

She felt his eyes on her as she neared a cushioned chair against the wall.

"I'll throw YOU around..." He growled, taking amusement in her body slowing down as he spoke. He walked towards her as she turned to face him. "See how that pretty mouth works after your head goes through a wall."

"You forget I've stopped your hammer with my arm." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest before smirking. "You smashing my head through a wall would be as effective as Sturm trying to hold something with his nubs."

"You don't seem to understand what I can do to you, Emelia."

"And you don't seem to understand the amount of fucks I don't give, Karl."

His arm twitched slightly, and she glanced over as metal pieces on the floor began to shake just slightly. She just hoped he wouldn't direct his power towards her...

"If you would like to play, I'll GLADLY entertain you."

She suddenly got in his face, a mischievous, antagonistic spark in the gold of her eye.

"Entertain me HOW? Throw me to the Lycans? The Varcolacs? Hell, let Urias get ahold of me, see what happens."

He bared his teeth in a snarl, though the corners of his mouth stayed in a malicious grin.

"I'll turn YOU into a goddamn Soldat, you'll be so full of metal you won't be able to FUNCTION without me-"

"I'm more afraid of your SISTER than I am you!"

Her smirk widened as she saw a sudden spark of anger in his face, his smile faltering.

"Don't you dare attempt to bring that bitch into this, I'll put my hammer straight into your skull-"

"TRY ME, THEN-" She started, only to give a yelping gasp in surprise as Heisenberg slammed her against the wall by her throat.

"Shut your damn hole!!!-" He snarled. His grip was tight, but he seemed to stop once he glanced at her open mouth. All of a sudden the air around them changed, and she stared at him with confusion in her one golden eye. "Oh, Emmy, you didn't tell me!" He said with a sudden cheerful tone, moving his hand from her throat to her jaw. He switched so quickly...

"Wh-" she began, only to stop as her jaw was yanked open. She was confused until she saw the reflection of her tongue piercing in his glasses.

Shit.

"Well well, I guess you've got some metal in you after all. I won't have to try as hard..." He chuckled, tilting his head as she stared at her own reflection. "What else are you hiding from me, Emmy?"

Her eye was wide in simultaneous fear and curiosity. She knew she couldn't have hidden the piercings forever, but certainly longer than this. She usually at least took the one out of her mouth when around him given how often they talked for this reason... But even then, he had never noticed it before. Why now?! She kicked herself for forgetting. She wanted to shove him away... Shove him and run. Would he chase her? He was most definitely trying to scare her, she knew that much... But she also wanted to know how far he would actually go if she did nothing. Would he rip them out if he found the others? Use them as control like he mentioned? Or would he leave her alone? Something told her the latter was out of the question as he showed growing interest in her silence.

"N-.... Nothing..." she managed, nudging her jaw out of his grip. "I just-"

"You're a liar, Emelia." He said, his grin growing wider. She gave a huff and shook her head.

"I am not, you ridiculous-"

She was stopped with a startled gasp as a gloved thumb was shoved between her jaws, nearly propping her mouth open.

"Now now, this'll go far easier if you do it my way. Now open up."

He lifted his other hand to his face, taking a finger of the glove between his teeth and sliding it off. The glove fell to the ground between them, and she watched as he reached for her face with his bare hand. She flinched slightly as his fingers pressed against her lower jaw, though admittedly relaxed as his thumb drifted over her bottom lip. The skin was expectantly rough, she found, calloused and covered in smaller scars. She closed her eye as it drifted over her sharp lower teeth before thrusting over her tongue, pushing it back and causing a small gaging reflex. It tasted... metallic... Metallic with hints of other things. Not quite metal, not quite blood... Maybe residual oil? Maybe a hint of the cigars. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but the mixture wasn't bad... She really didn't mind much. She could almost feel the interested look on his face as she relaxed, though she attempted to hide it. Oh god, was she enjoying this...? She only flinched as he pressed his thumb against the muscle, pushing it out of her mouth somewhat to see the piercing fully.

"Let's see how much you're hiding from me, shall we?" He grinned.

There was a moment of confused silence before she felt his thumb press against the metal rod, her eye snapping open with a gasping yelp as what felt like electric sparks and currents traveled through that piercing, as well as the others.

All the others.

The sparks lasted only a second, but a second was all that was needed as her back arched slightly away from the wall. Heisenberg took a step back in surprise as Emelia suddenly collapsed to her knees, shaking and panting ever so slightly out of shock and... something else. She doubled over with a wide eye, an arm covering her chest and the other pressed against her abdomen and ever tightening thighs. What the hell WAS that...?! What the fuck did he do?!

"W-.... Wh-...." she tried, trying to voice her thoughts. But alas, despite the tingling feeling up her spine disappearing, she couldn't. She couldn't even move as she heard movement directly in front of her, the shock of the feeling only allowing her to look up as he grabbed her chin and lifted her face to meet his. She watched as he kneeled, only to look up and see the most smug grin she had ever seen.

"Liar liar, Emmy... You know how I hate liars." He chimed, adding to the smug aura he held. It pissed her off, but she couldn't do much about it now... She then grew nervous as he tilted his head, taking in her reaction fully as she stared at him with an ever-deepening red blush on her cheeks. "If I was more foolish, I'd say you enjoyed that."

"I-I... D-did NOT...!!" She snapped, stopping with a small squeak as he shoved his thumb back into her mouth to silence her.

He was met with another squealing whine as he pressed against the piercing once more, gleefully sending more currents through the metal pieces in her body. Emelia reached up to shakily grab his arm as the piercing was left alone once more, though the residual shock still remained. She wanted to say something... Say ANYTHING... but the feeling in her face, chest and thighs was so odd and... and good... It kept her silent, and Heisenberg took interest.

"Lycan got your tongue?" He joked, chuckling as she let out a growl. He found it amusing, of course. She only frowned as he tilted his head with the ever present smirk, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of the room. "You know, Emmy..." he started, yanking her forward by the jaw slightly as she kept her hold on his arm. "I can't help but wonder how it tastes."

She felt another shiver down her spine at the sickeningly curious tone in his voice. Taste... Taste?? She stared at him as he removed his thumb from her mouth, though nearly started to form words immediately in stupid curiosity. The answer came to her quickly, however, in the form of a hand around her neck, a mouth to hers, and being shoved against the wall once more. She made an almost strangled noise as her back hit the concrete, her mind attempting to play catch-up as she felt something being shoved into her mouth. More sparks traveled along the piercings as his tongue slid over hers, and she let out a whining growl in response.

The taste of metal and the slightest bit of sweetness filled her mouth, along with the taste of the cigar they had shared only minutes prior. But... Why did it taste so good? Why wasn't she fighting him? She found herself frozen for a few moments as the realization set in that she... truly enjoyed this. He couldn't have known, could he? There was no WAY he could have known... Oh god, what was wrong with her? She generally wanted to strangle the man, but now...

She allowed the frustration from earlier to bubble in her chest, giving her control of her limbs for a few moments. Heisenberg began to back off, thoroughly satisfied in her reactions and his 'taste test' before she suddenly grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him back against her, giving a quiet grunt as her back was forced against the wall again with his weight. He was brought to his knees at the force of the tug, and it was her turn to feel satisfaction as a startled grunt left this throat.

Emelia returned the forceful kiss with all her strength, her back arching somewhat with the now consistent current from the piercings. Her legs shook slightly as she felt a warm feeling in her thighs from the current, unintentionally letting out quiet whimpers and heavy breaths into the kiss. His hand stayed pressed to her throat before he moved it to the side of her neck and shoved her head upwards with his thumb. He tore himself away to attack her neck immediately, licking along the skin before closing his jaws around it. She gasped as he moved along her neck, leaving bloody bites and bruises while using his free hand to nearly rip at her shirt. The fabric was pulled it from its tucked position, his grip tearing a few holes in the worn fabric as he held it taught away from her skin. She couldn't help it as her heavy breaths turned into pants, and she gripped his arm tighter as she felt the fabric continue to tear from a mixture of his grip and her squirming from the feeling between her legs. She shuddered as he finally pulled away from her now very bruised neck, his lips hovering right against her ear.

"Let me taste all of them, then." He growled, returning his hand to around her neck and squeezing along the bottom of her jaw.

Her squirming paused in his grip. 'Please, oh PLEASE-' she thought, secretly wishing to rip the shirt off, herself. But he couldn't know that... If he did, she knew he'd taunt her mercilessly. Not that he wasn't doing the same now... Instead she shook her head just slightly, trying to even out her breathing.

"W-Wait-" she started quietly, only to gasp once more as he finally tore the front of the shirt clean off from the seams. He tossed the fabric to the side as her back arched to meet the new air her front was exposed to, the newly revealed silver nipple piercings glinting as her body moved.

"Too late." He chuckled deeply, grabbing her by the side and bringing her chest forward as if he were claiming a prize.

He leaned down slightly, his arm wrapping around her as his mouth returned to her skin. He kissed and nipped to her shoulders and collarbone until his lips met the tip of the large scar that rested between her breasts. She swore she could almost see something flicker in his shade-covered eyes as he seemed to study it before nipping at it carefully. The nips were... oddly careful. It was as if he knew what it was... She managed to compose herself enough to speak, one of her hands moving to nudge his shoulder. She couldn't help but give a nervous gulp as he looked up at her, his eyes burning as if her touch had fueled the fire.

"N-... N-Not... um..." she tried, her voice oddly timid. She knew what was happening, though the idea made her nervous... "N-Not... here..."

"Hm?" He tilted his head slightly, loosening his grip on her neck. He then followed her gaze to the small 'bed' in the corner of the room- though it was more like a single mattress over a solid 'frame' with random odd pillows along the wall and multiple covers lumped on top. It was how she liked it.

"Th-There... uh..." she looked away for a moment, heavily aware her burning cheeks. "P-... P-Please..."

She could nearly feel his smile against her skin as he chuckled, though he didn't reply. It was then that she was suddenly picked up with a surprised yelp and tossed over his shoulder, her knees pressing against his sides to balance herself. She managed to hold on long enough before he walked to the 'bed', landing roughly onto it as she was tossed. She nearly scrambled to sit up until she looked up at him, watching him quickly close the space between them, removing his thick jacket and single remaining glove.

"Stay still, Emmy. The show is just getting started." He taunted, unbuttoning the long sleeve shirt he wore before kneeling onto the cushion and looming over her. She couldn't help as her vision traveled down what she could see of his chest, seeing similar scars along his skin.

She opened her mouth to speak, giving a quiet yelp as she was shoved into the sheets by her neck, her legs now situated around his waist. Her back arched as he leaned over, biting at her shoulder and collarbone once more before around one breast and onto the other. She gave a whining gasp as he reached the peak, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin and the small bar of metal pierced through it, his teeth grazing the it ever so slightly. He used his other hand to trail along the scar on her chest and down to her pierced belly, his rough fingers caressing the skin until they pushed underneath the tied overalls. Her legs twitched as his fingers reached the piercing between them, feeling as it was surrounded by a moist warmth. He smirked.

"I knew it." He said, rubbing against the piercing and bundle of nerves with another jolt of electricity before removing his hand. She couldn't help the whine that left her throat as her hips bucked lightly from the feeling, and he chuckled. "Easy..." he muttered, returning the palm of his hand to her stomach and shoving her down.

He dug his fingers into the skin around the belly piercing as she glanced down, and she made another strangled noise as he sent another wide current through her piercings. Her back arched as he pressed harder to keep her down, though she was startled as he suddenly crushed his mouth against hers once more. The small currents pulsed in a slow rhythm as she returned the kiss, her legs shaking and tightening against his hips. She let out a soft cry against his lips as the pulses increased, her grip on his arm tightening and even pulling him closer as the waves of a small orgasm rushed through her in spasms. The feeling was strengthened with the addition of... something pressed to her thighs underneath their clothing. But the waves... The small spasms that affected the muscles of her back and legs... While it hadn't been something she had felt even when human, and while she knew what it was, all she knew was that it felt good. REALLY good...

She could have sworn up and down she hated the man at any point before this, but as he broke the kiss and pulled away to look at her, she couldn't help but feel... want? Desire? Whatever it was, she knew she didn't want it to stop at the moment, and that's all that mattered to her. She still didn't want to give in so easily... But god damn was this feeling hard to fight off.

"D-... D-Damn you..." she nearly whispered, her voice wavering slightly. She was met with an amused chuckle as he removed his glasses and lightly sent them to the table they had been at before.

"Just what I like to hear..." He taunted, removing his hand from her throat. "Tell me, Emmy... Do you want more? Feel free to say nothing if you do."

She stared at him as he gave another sly grin, opening her mouth as if to protest... But she couldn't. Instead, she remained silent, though gave an irritated, embarrassed huff as she glanced off to the side. Her lip curled into a silent snarl as he gave another chuckle.

"I thought as much." He replied, leaning up. His fingers were dragged along her skin as he moved, trailing along other scars that littered her skin.

She glanced down to follow his hands, watching as they trailed over her hips and around to her front where the knot in the tied mechanic suit she wore. With one quick movement it was untied and loosened, and she jumped as everything was suddenly pulled away and off of her hips, sliding down her thighs. She froze at the new rush of cool air surrounding the warmth between her thighs, and suddenly the entirety of the clothing was removed as he seamlessly pulled it away from her legs. Now she was completely bare in front of him... Exposed.

The desire to cover herself was overwhelming as she met his eyes, seeing the smugness and sense of possession he gave as he took in every visible inch of her skin. Her arms and legs twitched in an attempt to cover any vulnerable areas, but she suddenly found her arms pinned next to her head and his hips against the backs of her thighs to keep them open.

"Don't you dare." He grumbled, a smirk still on his face as he glanced down slightly before looking back up at her face. "I haven't tasted everything yet."

"Wh-..." she tried, her legs twitching again.

She was met with another kiss as he leaned down, though it didn't last long. She let out quiet pants as his lips and teeth moved along her jaw to her neck, leaving more bites and bruises among the ones that already stained the skin. Her arms twitched as he reached her breasts again, hit tongue repeating the same actions as before on both piercings before finally returning to the large scar running down her sternum. He planted light kisses and nips along it, earning her confusion as he continuously moved lower. She watched as he nipped along the skin of her stomach, the corner of her mouth twitching as he seemingly, almost playfully, gently bit the piercing in her belly and glanced up at her. She rolled her eye for a moment before he sent another current through the metals, and she let out a soft whimper. It wasn't until he let go and moved to kiss and bite around her hips and thighs that she realized, her head shooting up with slight panic as she felt his lips against the inside of her thigh.

"H-Hey-"

"Quiet Emmy." He purred, the tone of his voice making her freeze. She watched as he kissed the inside of her thigh once more, her head landing back against the cushion with a shuddering gasp as he bit along the sensitive skin. Her hand flew over her mouth as he moved closer to her core, whimpering as she felt his tongue gliding along the skin.

"K-Karl, wait-" she whimpered through her fingers, only to take in a sharp, gasping breath as she finally felt his tongue against her, moving slowly as if savoring her reactions.

She tried closing her legs, though found it nearly impossible due to his hands forcing them to stay where they were. She could almost feel the bruises form where his fingers pressed against the skin, though that feeling was second in her mind compared to the pleasured sparks up her spine with each movement of his tongue. She couldn't help as her hand left the sheets, finding its way to his head as he played with the small piercing through the bundle of nerves, sending small electric pulses through her body once more. She felt the vibration as he chuckled against her, gripping his hair with small gasps and whimpers as his tongue delved into the warmth. Her back arched slightly with each movement, her thighs shaking from the new sensations. Why did it feel so good...?! She let out a long whine as the electric pulses continued, eventually biting down on her hand as to attempt to prevent any further noises. She could feel the tightness return as his teeth grazed against the piercing, and suddenly her hand was gripping his hair in a fist as she came again, a multitude of muffled whines and mutterings of his name escaping her mouth while her back arched. She barely heard the grunt he gave as he was pressed against her, not even realizing as he was able to pull himself away.

She flinched as Heisenberg reached up to grab her wrist, her body shaking slightly as he managed to nudge her hand away. He ran a hand through his hair to smooth it out, rising to loom over her once more as he licked his lips. Where the actual FUCK did he learn that?!

"That hurt, Emmy." He purred, keeping his grip on her wrist as she finally looked at him. Her face was red as she panted, her legs trembling as they rested against his hips once more. "Good girl."

He smirked as she stared up at him, his tongue swiping over his teeth before he leaned over and yanked her other wrist from her mouth, pinning both of them to the cushion beside her head. Her breath caught in her throat at the sudden movement, her eye widening as it met his. There was a moment of silence as they held a stare down, only ending as he shifted her wrists into one hand and used the other to undo the belt and button of his own pants in one swift motion. It took her a moment to register the movement, keeping eye contact once the full realization of just how far- and how fast- this was about to go hit her. She squirmed slightly in his grip as she glanced down, nearly breaking said grip, only to get caught in yet another rough kiss as she felt something warm press against her thighs. She could taste herself on his tongue, and somehow it made her arousal worse...

She let out a whining groan as she was rubbed against, her back arching once more at the new feeling, only to give a surprised and somewhat pained cry against his lips as she felt him enter her quickly and fully with a grunt. She gasped into the kiss as he returned his hand to her neck, her back arching into his chest and her thighs once again tightening around his waist. More of the pleasurable feeling shot up her spine as he moved a few times, pressing against her roughly as she gave small whimpers and whines. It felt... good... so good. Why did it feel good? Why did all of this just feel GOOD? What the hell was she missing from her old life that didn't include THIS?? She couldn't help the small moan she gave as the kiss was broken, and he shoved his hips against hers. He tightened his fingers around the sides of her neck with a sly smirk as he stayed where he was. Although the glint in his eyes may have looked malicious, his actions proved otherwise as he allowed her a few seconds to relax.

"Am I being too rough with you, Emmy?" He asked, his smirk widening into a grin as she mindlessly shook her head, though it was more like a few twitches.

"N-... No... N-Not rough enough..." she growled with a challenging tone, though her voice was still light. She was met with a dangerous chuckle.

"Good."

Emelia glared up at him with a somewhat clouded eye, her breaths coming in light pants that turned into gasps and moans as his movements continued, growing faster and harder with each passing second. She struggled to keep her voice down despite the feeling of each thrust sending sparks into her chest. The sounds of his low grunts and deep breathing weren't helping, she found, and it made it much more difficult to control her own pleasured noises. She was then aware of a low laugh from him.

"Ah... I didn't think... you could sound like THIS, Emmy...~" He purred, his grip on her neck tightening. She opened her mouth, nearly flinching as she let out more soft moans.

"S-... S-Shut...." she tried, though was unable to finish any thought with her gasps and whines.

Her arms struggled in his grip, shaking with each thrust, only to suddenly be freed as he let go in order to take ahold one of her hips. She mindlessly reached for him almost immediately, gripping the edge of his shirt with one hand and grabbing the necklaces around his neck with the other in order to yank him down. She was rewarded with another rough kiss, her head being jerked up as he kept a hand around her throat. She let go of the necklaces, instead reaching under his shirt, her fingers trailing over his own scars until her nails dug into his back. There was an internal satisfaction as she heard Heisenberg give a surprised grunt, only to give a yelping cry as he suddenly pulled away to replace his hand around her neck with his teeth.

Small sparks of pain made their way through her shoulder as his teeth broke the skin, though they seemed to amplify the feeling as the thrusts became rough and quick. She finally reached her other hand around and under the shirt he wore, her nails dragging down the skin of his back as her moans and whines grew louder.

"F-... FuCK...! K-Karl...!!" She said suddenly, her voice cracking somewhat as she was met with a possessive growl and the slight smell of fresh blood as he let go of her neck. She couldn't help but gasp as she felt his cheek against hers, his beard scratching against her skin as his lips nearly against her ear.

"You're MINE, Emelia..." He growled.

Emelia felt as more pulsing currents were sent through her piercings, and she couldn't help but cry out as the pulses caught her by surprise. Her muscles tensed, her nails tearing at Heisenbergs back as she felt the waves of a strong orgasm, making her body shake and her legs flex around his waist. Her thighs tightened at his hips, halting him enough to keep him where he was as she came, but not long enough to stop him entirely. He let out a low growl as he kept up his movements until he slammed against her hard enough to move her up a few inches. She gave a gasping moan as could feel his muscles shudder and a strange warmth in the pit of her stomach as he filled her, and her back arched against his chest as she nearly hugged him to her for dear life.

There was small silence as their movement ceased, each breathing heavily. Emelia held onto the man over her as if it meant life or death, momentarily forgetting her irritation around him in the first place as there was a sudden feel of lips along her neck in a multitude of small kisses. They were gentle against her bruised skin... The odd tickle of the facial hair made the corner of her mouth twitch as she panted, unintentionally laying her head to the side for him as she very slowly but surely relaxed. Her irritation only slightly returned as she heard a chuckle from her neck, and she glanced down.

"Th' bloody hell is so funny...?" She muttered, unable to keep the lightness from her voice. She watched as he looked up from her neck, a sly smile across his still bloody lips.

"You're adorable, Emmy." He said simply, making her groan and start to push him away.

"Piss off...!!" She growled, only to gasp as he suddenly leaned over her with a chuckle, nearly being pushed into the mattress again as he finally slipped off the button-up shirt.

"Precious little doll, you didn't seem to hear what I said."

'Doll' ...? Emelia stared at him, now also shirtless, taking in the rest of the scars she had never seen. She could feel her face heat up more as he leaned over her, holding himself up with his hands on either side of her shoulders.

"Wha-" she started, only to let out a gasping yelp as he gave a single hard thrust to silence her.

"I told you, Emelia. You're mine. In more ways than one, it seems." He nearly purred, leaning down to press his nose to hers.

Her single eye widened as he grinned, only to be met with a quick, relatively gentle kiss. It took a moment for her to calm down before she returned it, staying where she was and secretly holding herself to that proclamation. She didn't want to admit it... She never would. But somehow, despite how he could be, this made her feel... wanted. It was an odd feeling, and one she knew she would be hesitant on getting used to. But she still hated him... Right?

She gave a soft whine as he pulled away, physically removing himself from her with a shuddering breath. She let out a whimper as she relaxed back against the covers, feeling an odd coldness and even a slight sense of loneliness as his weight left the mattress. She opened her eye with confusion and watched as his pants were fixed before her vision trailed up his back to see the bloody scratches she had left.

"Whoops..." she muttered, earning a chuckle and a glance back.

"I'll let you relax for now, Emmy. I don't wanna break you just yet..." He joked, nodding to the shirt he had left. "Use that for now, we'll get you another shirt later."

She couldn't help but smirk, her face red.

"Done already...?" She asked, her smirk faltering heavily as he glanced back with an odd mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Never said I was, Doll. This is for your sake."

Emelia watched as he began to walk to the jacket he had left, but she felt... sad. Not because he had stopped. Not even because she almost wished they would keep going immediately... No, it was another reason she couldn't quite place with every step away he took. She carefully pushed herself to sit up, wincing at the tenderness that settled between her legs before reaching for her discarded jumpsuit. But she only grabbed the simple boxers she had, managing to slip them on with minimal issue. She saw him slow his movements as she managed to stand, her knees just the slightest bit weak. Holding on to a support beam on the wall, she shakily made her way over to him as he glanced at her with an odd curiosity. She didn't care if she was entirely naked save for underwear, simply covering her chest with her arm as she reached for him. She stumbled into his back, feeling his muscles tense as her arms slowly wrapped around his torso, her fingers lightly drifting along the hair and scars on his chest.

"Don't you dare leave me like this, Heisenberg..." she muttered, pressing the scarred half of her face against his back. She knew he could feel her trembling as her legs threatened to collapse on her.

There was a moment of silence before she heard and felt him chuckle.

"You really are an odd one, Emmy..." He chuckled, turning his head to glance at her over his shoulder before giving a dramatic sigh. "Have it your way, then."

Emelia jumped as he suddenly turned in her arms, her cheeks going red as his face was suddenly mere inches away from hers. What was she DOING? Why she acting this way? She didn't know... But she was pleasantly stunned as she felt his hand raise and nudge her chin gently. However, instead of it going around her neck again as she expected, he simply caressed her cheek, avoiding the scars around her missing eye; Even he knew she hated them being touched, and now didn't seem like the best time to annoy her. In fact, he almost enjoyed her more when she was calm like this... She couldn't help but feel relaxed as the rough pad of his thumb brushed over her skin. Relaxed enough to settle her cheek into his hand fully, ever so slightly trying to remind herself that this wasn't who he was all the time. This was temporary... But she could do temporary.

"... Don't tell anyone..." She muttered suddenly, keeping her hold on him as he leaned back against the shelving next to them to stay comfy. He chuckled once more.

"Who do I have to tell, Emmy?" He chimed. She stared at him for a moment before shrugging, laying her head against his chest.

It was a moment of domesticity that she vaguely remembered wanting as human... Something about someone being close physically always seemed tantalizing, yet there was no way to achieve it here... Or so she thought. If she could just have more time like this... Though she knew it wasn't meant to last, especially not with him... But for now, she appreciated it. It wasn't until her senses focused on the machinery noises outside of the room that she gave a sigh, reluctantly pulling away from him.

"I should get back to work, then..." she mumbled, taking a few steps away, her fingers dragging along his chest before she turned, not seeing Heisenbergs face as he watched her walk away and run a hand through her hair to push it out of her face.

She made her way over back to the bed-like cushion, absent-mindedly picking the button-up shirt he had been wearing and slipping it on, herself. She'd take it since he offered, and because she didn't necessarily feel like hunting down new clothing. It was only slightly loose over her frame, being only slightly smaller than him in stature, and she felt his eyes burrow into her back as she buttoned it up. Quiet footsteps approached her from behind, causing her to jump with a small gasp as arms surrounded her while the shirt was only halfway buttoned. Heisenberg pulled her back against his chest, one hand on her hip and the other around the front of her waist.

"What are you-" she started, only to stop as the arm around her waist raised to nudge the collar of the shirt off her shoulder, placing gentle bites and kisses along the skin as soon as it was shown. Small shivers went up her spine with the movements, and she let out a wavering breath in attempts to not laugh from the tickling of his beard. "K-Karl, stop-"

"I never told you to get back to work..." He said simply, his now semi-serious tone interrupting he train of thought and causing any hint of laughter to disappear. He trailed kisses and bites to her jaw and her ear once more. "Indulge me then, Emmy, and I'll let you go. Let me have my fill."

Her face fell slightly. His fill... Did he mean...?

"W-What, be your toy until you're done?" She huffed, turning her head slightly to face him. Though he was on her blind side, she could almost feel the grin.

"Well, when you put it that way..." he started, letting his hands wander. One trailed under the shirt slightly, his fingers drifting below her belly, while the other found and gave a gentle squeeze to a now exposed breast from the shirt being moved before resting over the large scar. "Yes. But don't worry. I take care of my toys... I said I wouldn't break you so soon. And besides..." he pressed another gentle kiss behind her ear, "You seem like you want more. Am I wrong?"

Emelia took a shaky breath as she felt the odd sensations once more, reaching to hold onto his forearms as his hands moved. Well, of COURSE he was right... She knew there wasn't much else she would have to do around the factory today anyway. She worked constantly, and the factory ran relatively smoothly without her. She even came here for a break, anyway... And, despite her feelings about him, what the man had just shown her was... Well, her legs still held a slight wobble. To say she wanted more was an understatement. And so, she have a small huff and looked forward, tilting her head to allow him at her neck.

"... Go ahead..." she muttered, her voice an embarrassed tone. She felt his grin against her neck taking a breath as he gave a small, rough bite.

"You won't regret it, Emmy."

She gave a small, joking snort.

"I'll believe you if you can prove it, Karl..."

"Oh, even after what I've just shown you?" He played, his lips pressing to her neck once more. She said nothing, only somewhat easing against his chest with a huff. She rolled her eye as he chuckled, though her breath caught in her chest as his hand left the scar, letting his fingers trail up and along her throat. "I didn't think I would have to prove anything."

"You never do..." she muttered suddenly, only to close her mouth as she felt him freeze behind her. Where the hell did that come from...??

"Oh?"

She was silent for a moment before clearing her throat.

"Th-That, ah..." she started, only stopping as he grabbed her throat and pulled her to him roughly.

"What?" He growled, ever so slightly moving them forward. She took shaky steps, following his direction.

"N-Not... what I... mean..." she finally managed, glancing down with a quick breath as she felt the edge of the work table against the front of her thighs.

"Hm. What did you mean then, Emmy?"

"I..." she tried, though was unable to find her voice. What was this rush of excitement...?? The tone of his voice sent chills down her spine as he nibbled at her shoulder while awaiting a response. She then decided to just speak. What could go wrong?

"I-I mean...." she managed, gaining a smirk and holding onto his arm. She could feel as he tilted his head in curiosity. "You haven't quite done so thus far, how am I to believe you could...?" she continued, feeling his grip tighten. Good. She pulled away from him slightly to aggravate him. "You always need to prove yourself Karl, you won't get far without it-"

She was stopped with a surprised grunt as she was suddenly shoved down against the table, giving a surprised grunt of pain as her chin hitting it with a light *thunk* . He kept his hand between her shoulders, using his weight to keep her down as she moved to rub her jaw. Her hand was then suddenly yanked away as he twisted her arm behind her back, earning an uncomfortable grunt.

"Bloody hell- H-hey-!"

"I don't give proof, huh?" He growled suddenly, leaning down over her to talk into her ear. "I assure you, Emelia, I have all the proof you need."

She opened her mouth to speak, only to shut it with a surprised noise as he suddenly bit down on her neck and yanked her towards him. The backs of her thighs hit his hips, and she let out a small, surprised whimper. He slipped his fingers under the waistline of her underwear with his free hand, taunting her by slowly dragging them down. There was a sudden spark at her piercings once more while her lower half squirmed, and she couldn't help but give a small, moaning whine as she felt the sparks increase. Waves of pleasure traveled up her spine, causing her back to arch into the table somewhat and nearly bite her bottom lip until it bled. Small goosebumps covered her skin as she felt her underwear finally fall to her ankles. It wasn't until she felt him adjust himself behind her that she attempted to look to the side, only to be met with a growl and his teeth digging into the skin more.

She could smell the blood as it began to seep from between her skin and his teeth... It made her head swim as she finally felt him rub against her roughly, the small sparks of pain from his teeth adding to the odd pleasure she was feeling. He removed his teeth from her neck for a moment to speak into her ear, sending more shivers down her spine.

"I've got your 'proof' right here." He purred, his smirk nearly audible. He shoved her down again once more. "HERE!!"

He gave a rough thrust forward as he spoke, filling her quickly once again and earning a yelping moan; but this time, he didn't stop. A mixture of pain and pleasure racked her body as he kept up the rough thrusts, simultaneously twisting her arm more behind her back to hold her there. She couldn't stop the now loud moans and whines she gave as she panted, nearly digging her nails into the metal table supporting her. She could feel the pulses of her muscles threatening to tighten and mutate as she was slammed into nearly mercilessly, her fingers creating small dents in the material as she forced her mutation back once she felt a familiar flutter in her chest. He seemed to notice, letting out a low chuckle through his own grunts and growls.

It wasn't long before she felt the sudden waves of an orgasm, making her give a loud cry as she shifted under him, pressing back against him for a moment. She reached forward quickly and gripped the edge of the table, easily denting and nearly crushing it in her grip with light cries as he continued his thrusts through the tightening spasms. Her body shook while he didn't slow down. Instead, he increased his movements, and she almost felt tears come to her eye with the overwhelming sensation.

Her other arm was suddenly freed as he moved to grip both of her hips, leaning down to bite at her shoulder once more with low grunts and growls. He kept going... Oh god, he kept going. She couldn't speak, the only noises leaving her throat being whines and cries. She couldn't help but lean into his jaw, almost begging him for more despite the overstimulation. Her neck was bitten multiple times as if she were being marked, each bite breaking the skin with ease. Beads of blood slowly dripped from the wounds and over her skin every time he let go, only to feel his teeth elsewhere. She felt tightness below her belly once more as she let out a wavering cry of his name, only to be met with slower thrusts and a growl at her ear.

"What do you want, Emelia?" He growled, his voice low and strained. She couldn't help but squirm and push back against him with whining whimpers as he slowed more, quickly becoming frustrated and seemingly desperate. No... No, why was he stopping... Why was he slowing down?!

"N-.. N-No...!! D-Don't- fuck- D-Don't slow-...!!" She managed, earning a dangerous chuckle.

"Tell me Emelia, or I swear to God I'll stop right NOW." He played. She could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. She knew this was amusing to him... It was payback for her insults. Her body shook out of desperation and anger as the thrusts slowed considerably, and she put her forehead against the table with a growling whine. He held her hips in place against the table to prevent her from moving against him. She couldn't take it anymore... She wouldn't even try to fight it. It was as if she were being denied a prize, and she hated it already.

"F-Fuck- I-" she started, barely able to get words out, "Y-YOU Heisenberg, you bloody idiot!!! I want YOU!!!" She finally yelled, her voice cracking somewhat. "J-Just... D-Don't... Don't FUCKING stop!!! Fuck- PLEASE!!"

She could almost feel the pride-filled smirk he gave in knowing he had won, but she didn’t care... Her little outburst gave her slight confidence as he chuckled, his last breath coming as a low growl.. She jumped as she suddenly felt an arm around her waist, roughly pulling her back towards him as his other hand reached to pin and hold hers as if keeping her in place. A wavering whine left her lips as he gave a possessive growl, looming over her with obvious intent.

"Good girl." He grumbled, only giving her a chance to inhale before returning to the powerful, near brutal thrusts from before, pulling her to him with each movement.

She didn't even attempt to hide her voice again, her cries and moans growing louder with each passing second. She almost didn't want the feeling to end, allowing herself to melt into him as her back arched into his chest.

"D-Don't... D-Don't stop... F-FUCK- Don't stop...!!!" She repeated, her voice wavering with uneven pants and gasps.

"You. Are. MINE." He suddenly growled in her ear, not letting her respond before biting into her shoulder once more.

More electric pulses were sent through her piercings, nearly making her scream while gripping the hand over hers. The orgasm she felt then was strong, traveling through her body in waves and overstimulation as the pulses continued. The feeling was amplified as he kept moving for a few seconds, finally pressing her roughly against the table with a loud, wavering growl and swear as he came as well. She let out another gasping moan as she felt him twitch inside of her, shuddering with the light warmth she felt at the pit of her stomach.

The room was filled with the sound of their panting and deep breaths as their rode their highs, and Emelia finally relaxed against the table with a shaky, satisfied sigh while still panting. She felt... good. Great, actually... Very sore now, as well as numb, but good nonetheless. It was as if any frustration she felt had melted away with the thin layer of sweat on her body. She gave a quiet whimper as she felt Heisenberg shift somewhat. He removed his jaws from her shoulder, nudging her head and pressing his cheek against hers as his grip on her loosened to allow her to relax more.

"Are you alright, Emmy?" He asked quietly, his voice low and catching her off guard enough to flinch. She only made a small, confused noise as she glanced over. He chuckled, catching a glimpse of the residual pleasured tears that stained her cheek. He reached over, dragging his thumb over her skin to wipe them away. "Is that a yes?"

She kept her eye on him for a moment before giving a small nod and setting her head back on the table. She attempted to shift, but found her body was... unable to move. The numbness had begun to turn into the feeling of being a puddle, she found. Her muscles shook as she tried to push herself up, and she almost collapsed under him. He nearly laughed while kept his grip on her waist, keeping her upright while he watched in interest.

"Would you like some help?"

"N... N-No, I..." she tried, her voice quiet. There was silence for a moment before she gave a shaky sigh, putting her head down once more in defeat. "... y-yes..."

"I thought so." He chuckled, finally pulling himself away with a quiet grunt. She could hear the amusement in his voice. "Alright. Keep steady, now."

Emelia glanced back as he partially adjusted himself, not bothering to fully fix his pants before he let go of her waist. A small panic entered her chest as her legs began to collapse under her, barely able to use the table to keep herself up before she felt him at her side. Her body shook as she tried to lean up once more, reaching to hold on to Heisenbergs arm as he draped it across her shoulders. He didn't even flinch as she leaned her full weight on him, and he chuckled.

"Come on, then." He said, suddenly leaning down once she was fully off the table. She let out a surprised yelp as he swept his other arm behind her knees, bringing her up into a cradling position against his chest as she held onto him tightly. She tightened her grip more as he started to walk, her face red. "Something wrong?" He asked, amusement thick in his voice. She watched his movements, only somewhat relaxing as they neared the bed.

"N-No..." she replied quietly, slowly easing herself in a sitting position the tattered covers as he set her down, wincing again at the soreness she felt. While the fabrics weren't always the best for relaxing, right now they were comforting, and a godsend for her shaking muscles. She then jumped as he sat down himself before he laid beside her with a huff. She stared at him for a moment as he held his arm out for her. What was he doing...?

"Well?" He asked expectantly, raising a brow as she looked confused.

"... what?"

He rolled his eyes.

"You're wearing my shirt Emmy, the least you could do is lay down."

"What-" she started, only to look down. "O-Oh... um..." She had admittedly forgotten what she had been wearing, and sheepishly pulled the shirt over her now throbbing shoulders and neck. She then adjusted herself on the mattress with a quiet grunt. "Ok..."

"NOW you're embarrassed??" He asked, nudging her arm slightly. "Should I describe, in detail, what I just did to you?"

She glared at him and gave a small huff as she managed to lay down.

"Shut up..." she mumbled, somewhat begrudgingly cuddling onto his chest as he smirked.

"It was an honest question."

Emelia only grumbled in response, though relaxed as she felt his arm go around her. She adjusted her head on his chest, pausing as she felt a heartbeat. It was slow and rhythmic, lulling her into a relaxed breathing pattern. He glanced at her as her arm wrapped over his chest as well, though he froze as she mindlessly began to trace over some of the smaller scars over his skin. She watched her own fingers move, an amused smile creeping on her face as she felt him tense and relax at her touch. She tilted her head slightly as she heard a light grumbling from his chest, her fingers pausing. He shifted under her, and she looked up to meet his eyes.

"What...?" She asked, resuming the movements. She watched as his eyes traveled between her and her fingers multiple times, his breathing easy with small grumbles in each inhale.

"Nothing." He replied simply, only to lift his chin slightly in confusion as she moved her hand to the scar across his neck. She felt his breath hitch as she traced it, and he looked at her again. "What are you doing, Emmy?"

"Nothing." She copied, almost laughing as he rolled his eyes.

"Don't get soft on me now Emelia, just earlier you were threatening me." He snorted.

"I still can if you would rather that."

"Hm. No, I'd rather fuck you again."

She went silent for a moment, her face heating up once more with embarrassment. "You said you wouldn't break me." She huffed.

Heisenberg gave a chuckle before turning to face her, gaining a smirk when she looked at him in surprise.

"I won't. I can't, actually." He said matter-of-factly, suddenly pushing her shoulder to have her lay on her back. She jumped, staring up at him in a stunned silence. "That doesn't mean I can't try. I haven't had that much fun in years, and I know you're durable. So am I."

"I-I can tell..." Emelia managed, clearing her throat slightly. Well, she knew he had a point... Despite being sore, she still felt oddly energized... Sure, the light exhaustion was there, but she knew she would have gone back to work immediately if she were physically able to. And she had to admit... She enjoyed this. It felt... normal. Almost.

She kept her eye on him for a moment before taking a breath. Was she really debating on this? The reality of the current situation hit her full force like Sturm on a rampage. She was silent for another moment before gulping slightly.

"What... What is... 'this' , exactly...?" she asked, her voice quiet. Karl drew back slightly, caught off guard by the question.

"Excuse me...??"

"I... You... You piss me off, Heisenberg..." she started, her arms resting at the sides of her head. Each movement of her shoulders resulted in a dull pain from his teeth, and his mouth twitched as he realized. She paused as she saw the smallest... tiniest twinge of regret in his eyes. But she shook her head, looking down at herself.

"I don't... I've been here for... only a short time compared to you, Karl... And now I... We do... THIS..." she continued, looking back up at him as he held his place over her. "What are we doing...?"

It was his turn to stay silent, obviously contemplating his answer. She had seen the same look on his face when discussing important factory matters... It almost made her feel better.

"What do you want from it?" He asked finally, tilting his head with a light shrug. She blinked.

"... What?"

He rolled his eyes, giving a small smirk.

"Ah, who's asking the hard questions now?" He played, chuckling as she glared at him. "I don't quite care what this leads to, I know what my goals are." He explained. "What are yours? What do YOU want out of it?"

"I..." she started, looking to the side. "... I don't know."

"Then don't worry about it!"

"But I-"

"Look, Emelia. If you can't figure it out, then focus on something else. Is it really worth wasting the energy if you don't know right away?" He asked.

She was silent. He... He was right.

"That... That's the most intelligent thing I've ever heard you say."

She nearly laughed at his insulted expression.

"Hey-"

"I'm joking, Metalhead..." She sighed with a small smile. There was silence for a moment before she finally gave a huff. "Just... For now just..."

"Come on, we don't have all day." Heisenberg joked, smirking as she glared at him.

"... Shut up you daft idiot." She growled finally, reaching to yank him down by his necklaces.

The movement startled him, but he seemed to know exactly what to do as his lips met hers with a light chuckle. The kiss was... gentle, oddly enough, but she relaxed once more under him. Light shivers traveled up her spine as she felt his fingers travel along her skin. The shirt was fully unbuttoned once again and nudged to her sides, and she took a deep breath as she felt the air on her chest. She only whined as her legs were moved, making him pause. There was a soreness between them from his roughness beforehand, sending small waves of a low, pulsing pain through her body. He gave a questioning hum against her lips, and she spoke against his.

"Sore..." she admitted quietly, feeling his amused smile.

"Good." He replied simply, adjusting himself and his pants to rest between her thighs. Emelia let out a quiet whimper as she was rubbed against, her legs shaking against his hips and her arms reaching out to his onto and wrap around his shoulders.

The dull throbbing sensation continued as he pushed into her once more, earning a somewhat pained whine as her back arched. It hurt... But the feeling lessened to a light sting after a few seconds, and she took lighter breaths. She couldn't help but wonder as he stayed still, his words and question playing in her mind as he returned to his position of leaning on his forearms over her. What DID she want from this...? Did she truly wish for any sort of stability from this? Or just survival? Maybe this was the first and last time she'd experience this, or maybe it would be regular. Did she WANT it to be regular, though? She didn't know... All she knew was that his touch swung wildly between rough and gentle every time he touched her, even before this. He always switched between harsher interactions and kind ones, making her angry and thankful at the same time. And yet, when he touched her NOW... Even while over the table, it was almost careful, hesitant to push her too far even while leaving bruises in her skin. Somehow, while sharing this intimacy, he was a perfect mix of the two. And somehow, it calmed her and even gave a small hope in the back of her mind.

Her thoughts stopped, letting out a breathy moan into the kiss as he started moving, this time at a slow pace. This time she kept her arms around him, hugging him close enough for their bare chests to press against each other. Her breaths and moans came from a different sort of pleasure, almost willing to believe that sharing this with him would allow some sort of normalcy. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he set a careful, hard rhythm, one of his arms moving down to press his hand against her stomach.

A single second passed before Heisenberg sent a low pulse of electricity through her body and piercings, causing her back to arch as she pulled away from the kiss with a gasping whine. She felt as he lowered his head with a low groan, starting to kiss and nibble along her jaw. Her nails dug into his back as his movements increased somewhat, creating more scratches to match the ones he already had. Her voice came out in quiet whines and moans into his ear as she clung to him. Sure this was making the soreness worse, but she almost couldn't tell between the low pulses and thrusts coming from the man. Her body shook while simultaneously encouraging more. She WANTED more... She already admitted as much to herself. Another whine escaped her lips as he nibbled just below her ear.

"Fuck, Emmy...~" he nearly purred into her ear, lifting her hips slightly and switching to smaller quick thrusts.

"K-... K-Karl-! F-FUCK-" she managed, her voice breaking somewhat as she allowed her legs to loosen at his sides to bring him closer. She whimpered as he suddenly leaned up, her nails digging and sliding down to his biceps before gripping them as she felt a familiar tightness below her belly; he could feel it, too.

Emelia suddenly held her breath in a surprised, wavering gasp as he slid his hand up her body from the belly piercing, his fingers dragging along the large scar on her chest before lingering and pressing against the sides of her neck. Her whines and moans continued, even as his hand moved higher to her jaw. She then jumped as his thumb pushed past her parted lips, resting on her tongue. She attempted to look up at him, but found it difficult to even keep her eye open... Heisenberg gave a low chuckle at the sight, pushing on her jaw slightly. He didn't even have to say a word as her mouth nearly closed around his thumb. Her whines and whimpers grew louder and her grip on him tightened, and she could only gasp as he pulled his thumb from her mouth and replaced it with his own.

The kiss was returned instantaneously, followed by her wavering, now muffled cry as she finally came once more. He grunted into the kiss as she tightened around him, her legs wrapping around his waist once more while her back arched. She wrapped her arms fully around his shoulders with overstimulated whines as his pace quickened before he finally let out his own wavering moan against her lips. She joined him with her own moan as he shoved his hips against hers, feeling the warmth enter her as he rode out his own orgasm with shaking muscles. God, it felt... It felt good... The warmth and twitching from him kept her whines going as they panted, her body shaking under him.

Both were silent for several moments, the kiss lessening to gentle movements before breaking.

"D-... D-Damn..." Emelia nearly squeaked, her head rolling to the side as her jaw was nuzzled.

"Hm. Are you alright?" Heisenberg asked, earning a small nod.

"... gonna be sore..." she replied quietly, relaxing somewhat as he kept his face against hers. He chuckled.

"You wanted it."

"Shush..." she huffed. Her breathing eased, feeling his smile against her skin. This was... Nice, she had to admit... An uncomfortable whine left her lips as he began to push himself up and away, only pausing as her legs twitched around him to keep him there. "N-No... stay..." she whined, watching as he raised a brow. "... P-Please..."

"I've never heard you say 'please' this much." He joked, earning a light glare. But he simply returned to his place over her with an amused chuckle, nearly laying on her.

She was relaxed despite nearly his entire weight on her torso, though she had no issues. He was really warm... She could almost purr with the warmth both on top of and inside her, the feeling relaxing her to the point of her limbs going lax around him. She felt him chuckle against her skin, taking a breath as his lips found her bruised neck. But her mind wandered elsewhere, and she found herself pressing her cheek to his.

"Can we... Not talk about this...?" She asked quietly, earning a confused hum as he glanced at her.

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"J-Just... Um..." she tried, turning her head to look at him. "M-Maybe this could be... just... stress relief...?"

She jumped as Heisenberg shifted, his face now hovering over hers with their noses together.

"Just stress relief?" He asked, amusement dancing in his eyes as her face reddened. "Is that what you want?"

She simply nodded, her fingers traveling over small scars that covered his upper back and shoulders. 'For now...' she thought. Wait, 'for now'...?? Did she really mean that...? She was pulled out of her thoughts as he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.

"Then so be it." Heisenberg said simply, meeting her gaze. She stared up at him before nodding and taking a breath. But he moved before she had a chance to even think, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Hold on."

"What-" she tried, only to cling to him with a surprised yelp as he pushed against the mattress to lean up with her against his chest. She let out a light whine as she was shifted on him, small sparks shooting up her spine as she was settled against his hips while he sat and leaned back against the wall. He couldn't help but smirk as she let out a whimper, her legs twitching. "Better?"

"I..." she tried, though couldn't manage words as she felt him shift against her to make himself comfortable. So she simply nodded before leaning against his chest.

It was his turn to freeze as she nuzzled to his neck, giving a pleased sigh as his arms hesitantly went around her waist. She relaxed against him, enjoying the warmth he gave and the feeling of his arms around her.

"... You're warm..." she said quietly, earning a surprised chuckle.

"I would almost hope so." He replied, reaching up and under the shirt she still wore to drag his fingers along small scars on her back. He smiled as she relaxed. "I'm going to assume you're not moving any time soon?"

He nearly laughed as she nodded against his shoulder.

"Fair assumption..." she mumbled, closing her eye.

While she wasn't necessarily tired, there was a sliver of exhaustion in her chest. She had to admit, there was still pain from the bite marks that now covered her neck and shoulders, and the soreness of her legs came as a dull throbbing. But she oddly didn't mind... She held her breath as she realized her enjoyment of this. The touches, the intimacy... Even the dull pains she felt. Maybe she didn't even mind HIM...

No, no... She DID mind him. Did she...? She still found him infuriating... But the way he held her now was... Well, it made her question quite a bit.

She finally sighed, relaxing fully against him. She focused on his touches against her back instead of the thoughts in her mind, willfully ignoring them for once. She'd enjoy what she had for now... Her attention went to the sounds of his heart and distant machinery, letting them lull her into a light sleep. She didn't NEED she sleep at the moment, but to her, it was almost perfect.

She only hoped it would stay that way.

[miaulusive]

Here's my hot take on why SAO as an anime sucks, but has literally one, maybe two or three redeemable characters. First off, I'll start with my personal favorite, and huge comfort character.

Klein

AKA

Ryoutarou Tsuboi

Klein is a character that for the anime he resides in, is very well rounded and well written. In the first episode, he finds Kirito, and asks if he can help him out. When the main plot happens or whatever, Klein tells Kirito to go one ahead, because he has to go back and help his irl friends, but makes note of how he will come to help if Kirito calls. They make that bond and all this BS happens, Kirito watches his entire guild get murdered in front of him. But while Kirito is an edge lord for 90% of the first season, Klein does everything in his power to break down Kirito's walls. Klein ACTIVELY pushes against Kirito to try and offer him support when he knows how much he must be hurting. He knew that Kirito's mental health would suffer if he kept isolating himself, feeding into self destructive behavior and actions due to his survivors guilt. But at the same time, Klein doesn't push him TOO far. He respects his boundaries, and understands that some wounds heal with time. He offered his unwavering support and friendship, yet Kirito chose to rely on a girl that happens to be as emotionally constipated as him. To give Asuna and Kirito credit, they both learned to be vulnerable and trust others by breaking each other's walls. BUT THAT SENDS THE MESSAGE THAT ONLY A SIGNIFICANT OTHER WILL EVER UNDERSTAND YOU, AND TO LEAVE YOUR FRIENDS BEHIND WHEN THEY TRY TO SUPPORT YOU.

Klein stays by his simp friend to an unreasonable amount, possibly a homosexual amount, and they remain good friends after Kirito goes through the motions of his edgy sole survivor protag BS. Even in other games/seasons such as Alfheim Online and Gun Gale Online, Klein supports Kirito no matter what.

To sum everything up, Klein is a character that is meant to be an occasional comic relief and support for the edgy protagonist, but ends up being the most emotionally competent, realistic, and 3 dimensional person in the entire series. It's a shame we got to see so little of him and he'll always have a special place in my heart.

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Next up, someone I also thought deserved better/needs some more attention is a female character! Someone I believe shows and deals with trauma and healing in a serious light.

Sinon

AKA

Shino Asada

Sinon is a character that I haven't hyper fixated on as much as Klein, but I still have some words to say about her character. Sinon is a character that is immediately presented as a talented sniper, and someone who doesn't fuck around. She's strong willed, the most talented sniper in the game, and overall just a badass female protagonist. We follow her journey from GGO to real life, where she speaks about her trauma with guns, (she shot and killed a man at like 5 years old as he was robbing the bank) and how playing GGO makes her feel less afraid of them, even though she still can't touch one irl and is bullied relentlessly for it. Kirito initiates the process of recovery, by telling her to face her fears in real life. Encouraging her to stand up to the people harassing her, and prove to them and herself that she's more than her trauma.

In my opinion, this is a great message, albeit a little extreme, about how to overcome PTSD and cope with it so it doesn't control your life. Again, a little extreme, and I may need to rewatch and edit my post later. But regardless, I think Sinon is a good message about pushing forward, even if it feels like you can't. Of course, I have my fair share of criticism. Sinon, along with every other female character in the Sword Art Online series, is extremely objectified and sexualized for no good reason. Everyone depends on Kirito, the edgy protagonist, and loves him, even though he's a fucking asshole.

To finish my thought about Sinon before I go on a rant, she could have been written and handled so much better if they actually took the time to write three dimensional female characters, without having them rely on a male character, or only exist to motivate a male protagonist *cough cough Asuna cough cough*.

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My honest opinion, and the bottom line here is, if the creator didn't make this anime a self insert for virgin incels who want women to only be sex objects and rely on them (and also be good at games, but not as good as them) then this anime could have been an amazing concept if it was executed correctly. Instead of a harem anime, it could have been a beautifully told story about recovering from trauma, finding friends and allies in the darkest places, and even learning to be vulnerable around others. This could have literally been THE show for Tumblr kids, or anyone with mental illness tbh. Again, just my thoughts, tell me yours! I hate this anime so much, but I'm open to other opinions 😢

Thanks!!

[mccall-me-maurice]

This is going to be another "rant"

Its actually more of an apology

Note: I suck at these too.

I'm a pretty shitty person, who doesnt have much of a filter. I'm working on it. It's because when I was younger, I was exposed to people who didn't have much of a filter and said whatever they were thinking so I truly apologize on my behalf. It's not an excuse to do what I've done. I'm not trying to make it one. I've taught myself it's easier to own up to your wrongdoings.

What have I done? I think I've sexualized the lord of the flies kids. I say I think because I'm not quite sure. However, I have come to realize the fact that my actions have been inappropriate shipping wise. On every front. Have I ever said I'd get down and dirty with any of them? No. Have I said they might with each other? Yes. And that is unacceptable and I now realize that. I do NOT believe that this relationship could ever exist in William Golding's novel and when they're fucking 12. That's downright disgusting. Maybe a crush, Jack is obviously jealous of Piggy but it could be because he looks up to Ralph. He saw him as an equal instead of below him. But nothing on the island is sexual tension/behavior. I let my love for the ship blind me on what happened in the actual novel. And that's not okay. I have reminded myself that Jack and Ralph, despite being very similar in many ways, hate each other's guts. Jack mentally scarred Ralph and I will stand by my belief in that too.

Please do not sexualize the lord of the flies kids. Realize the morals behind the book first. Please do not make my mistakes. I truly am sorry for making these mistakes. I will be uploading more angsty content because I want to stray away from shipping for now. The shipping my stories are nonexistent right now and will remain that way for a good while.

This is my formal apology. My actions have been everything but acceptable. I am learning every day, and trying to be a better person along the way. If you choose to unfollow me, that's alright. I understand. I will respect your choice. I will still create content though because I mostly create it for myself. I'm proud of what I taught myself to do, and whether you choose to stand by me is up to you. This will become a mostly art blog moving forwards.

Please reblog this so the fandom can see, as most of us know of each other. I dont want anyone to think I'm still the same person.

I'm still young and have a lot to go through. I've now safely educated myself on how to run a blog and when to shut my mouth on certain subjects. I make mistakes, it is what makes me human.

Here are some blogs I'd recommend and they inspire me to always become a better me. I may not agree with them on all fronts, but they are lovely people and I'd love for you to be exposed to them:

https://conchstellations.tumblr.com

https://ohthepaain.tumblr.com/post/623249903589654528/conchstellations-oh-god-to-be-jack-merridew

https://the-conch-plays-c-sharp.tumblr.com

https://maurice-memes.tumblr.com

They're all lovely and deserve your support! I always smile when reading their posts, and they make me laugh even when I'm feeling really upset with who I am. Their humor and charm makes me feel accepted. Even if I'm not. Plus, some of them are very good artists, so I'd recommend you check out their work! They inspire me to stay true to my own style.

I will no longer be reblogging any hate on any lord of the flies character, or any shipping content until further notice. Me striving to be better will affect me mentally. It will be exhausting. I've come face to face with that.

Thank you for listening to my rant, and I apologize once more. If I go radio silent for the next few days, it's because this is a huge toll on me. I promise I'll try my hardest to be kind and build up a filter. I hope your day is amazing and you love every moment of being a part of this community I was blessed to find ❤️❤️

~ Mack (McCall-Me-Maurice)