#Log Horizon OC
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incaseofart · 28 days ago
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🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️ what if Void and Shiroe went to a festival together- what then-
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verdantlights · 9 months ago
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CHARACTER INSPOS!!!
ayy i finally did it yahoo
i didnt just do characters, i did vibes, plants, animals, and songs/album covers/people, and other various concepts. any sort of vibe that inspired the character
the order from 1-6 is down the column <3
Toki
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- Tendou Satori from Haikyuu!!
- Butcher Vanity by Vane Lily
- Gallagher from Honkai: Star Rail
- Doma from Demon Slayer/KNY
- Ivan from Alien Stage
- Me <3
Clove
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- Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls
- Misha from Honkai: Star Rail
- Aventurine from Honkai: Star Rail
- Cavetown the song artist/singer
- Clover plant
- Me <3
Horizon
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- Black Holes
- Dr. Ratio from Honkai: Star Rail
- Titan Atlas/Greek Mythology
- Layla from Genshin Impact
- Shinsou Hitoshi from My Hero Academia/BNHA
- Me <3
Seraph
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- Gabriel from Ultrakill
- Seraphim Angels
- Sunday from Honkai: Star Rail
- Gabriel from Mandela Catalogue
- begin again by Purity Ring
- Me <3
Ichor
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- Innocently Annoying by Elysewood
- Jiaoqiu from Honkai: Star Rail
- Freminet concept art from Genshin Impact
- Hoshina Soshirou from Kaiju No.8
- My irl cat, Gremlin (i love her)
- Me <3
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zrllosyn-art · 2 years ago
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I seriously never posted these huh.
Eser but its a Log Horizon au, affectionately titled Lob Horizon. Because theyre Lob corp ocs. Get it? (bad joke title)
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lordmortimor · 2 years ago
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Art from the times when we watched Kono Healer, Mendokusai, Log Horizon, Xiaolin Showdown, and Wotakoi.
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pokesoniclegend · 2 years ago
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Inktober Day 11: Wander
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valena-nedela · 1 year ago
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Beyond her original incarnation as a Pathfinder character? There wasn't much, at first. I was just playing a healer when I started, and used the name of my current character. Her style, persona, and lore came later.
If I were to pin down a particular long-term influence, though not an intentional one, I'd say Akatsuki and Tetra from Log Horizon. She doesn't have Akatsuki's loyalty thing or Tetra's idol schtick but I think there's an aesthetic influence from both and personality from Akatsuki. It's probably a factor in why Val being tiny is important to me.
I also wouldn't rule out the character picking up a bit of Nico Robin over time, but I couldn't say precisely what she influenced.
5/26/24
What characters from other media have influenced your wol(oc)?
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fanfictiongirlie · 7 months ago
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Twilight: The Human and the Wolf Chapter Three
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Parings: Paul Lahote x OC (First person, no use of Y/N)
Description: Bella Swan's twin moved to Forks with her sister. Whilst Bella falls for a vampire, her twin falls for a wolf. The story runs parallel to Bella's story in Twilight. But following her twin and her life with the wolves.
Rating: Eventually explicit.
Warnings: Nothing in this chapter.
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Chapter Three - Wait, didn't you ask Bella to the prom yesterday?
Saturday morning came quick, I woke up early in the morning and drove myself to La Push. The journey was peaceful, I always enjoyed driving through the nature of La Push. The sun was slowly beginning to peak the horizon as I drove onto Billy Black's land. 
I left my car and walked into the house, I could see both Billy and Jacob were in the kitchen, they beamed happily when they saw me. 
"Just in time for breakfast" Billy spoke first. I had timed it right, I loved Billy's cooking more than anything. I joined Jacob at the table and we all ate Billy's amazing breakfast. It was a good idea we packed in as many calories as possible for the day Jacob and I had planned.
"You ready for our hike?" Jacob asked as he shoveled the food into his mouth
"Think I was more ready for Billy's cooking" I answered as I ate my own food, less messy than Jacob. Billy chuckles heartilly at my comment. 
Once all the food had been eaten and I helped Billy wash up Jacob and I left the house. 
"Let's hit the trail! It's gonna be a great day!" Jacob grinned, he had his long hair in a loose ponytail so it wouldn't get in his way. I walked behind him on the trail, letting him lead us through the woods. About an hour into our hike we were up high, I could see the sun shining through the trees, though it was still cold. The January air was crisp but it went along with the hike perfectly, getting overhot on a hike was the worst. 
I hadn't spoken in a few minutes, letting Jacob take lead of the conversation, though I had stopped paying attention a little while ago my mind trailing elsewhere. 
"Something on your mind?" 
Jacob asks me, I shake myself from my thoughts and smile to him as we slow down our walk, now walking besides each other. 
"Do you know Paul Lahote?" I blurt out. Feeling myself blush as I did. Jacob pauses slightly, probably confused as to how I knew Paul, and why I was asking about him. He nods slowly, his expression a mix of curiosity and caution. 
"Paul Lahote? Yeah, I know him. Why do you ask?"
"Oh nothing, I met him the other day, that's all" I answer truthfully, though I wouldn't tell Jacob about my tiny silly crush on him. 
Jacob quirks an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He studies me for a moment, as if he was trying to understand why I would ask about Paul. 
"How'd that happen? I mean, he's not really the friendliest guy around" 
"Oh.." I say quietly "He was pretty nice to me, I bumped into him...literally"
"Paul was nice to you? Seriously? That's unexpected. He can be a bit of an arse at school" Jacob explained. 
"Oh..weird" I say as I step over a log as we continue the trail. Jacob follows close behind me. We hiked until it started getting a little darker. 
Once it did get darker we hiked back down to Jacob's house, Billy smiled widely when he saw us. I think he really liked it when Charlie Swan's daughters hung around Jacob, I think he secretly wanted one of us to get with Jacob..The thought made me giggle, but Jacob only had eyes for Bella. Too bad she didn't feel the same. 
"Hey, you two. Have a good hike?"
"Really good! I better get going, dad doesn't like when I'm out past dark" I explain a little sad, I had a really good day, I didn't want it to end. Jacob nods, a hint of disappointment in his eyes, obviously feeling the same as I was. 
"No worries, be safe driving back, alright?" Jacob answers. 
"Bye!" I say hugging them both and leaving. I hop into my car and begin driving home. The drive was peaceful, just like my drive here this morning, except this time I had the night sky and stars beaming down as I drove. A perfect end to a brilliant day. 
•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•
Edward Cullen came back from his disappearing act on Monday. And then Bella had Biology with him, and after that she couldn't stop talking about him. 
I rolled my eyes again as she told me another thing about him as we walked through the halls to our next class. I nodded and hummed occasionally so it looked like I was listening. We finally parted in the halls and I walked to the Chemistry lesson, I took my seat next to Alice Cullen. She smiled warmly at me, but it made me feel uneasy. We had only shared this class twice so far, and each time she tried to chat to me, I was polite back, but overall she made me feel on edge. I couldn't put my finger on why. 
"Hi!" She chimed cheerfully "How's it going?"
"Good, thanks Alice" I smiled and started taking my books out of my bag. As the class went on, my mind trailed, thinking back to Paul. I was starting to get annoyed at my brain, I had met the boy for five minutes, I should be over it by now, but I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was so cute... 
Once class was over I walked through the halls, Jessica, Mike and Eric caught up with me and we walked out into the car park now that class was over. 
"Have a good weekend?" Mike asked me.
"I did, I went on a hike with my friend Jake" I answered, a happy smile on my lips thinking back to my weekend. 
Suddenly I heard tires screeching across the icy road, I looked to see where it was coming, feeling fear course through me. I could see Tyler's van speen into the car park, heading towards...Bella. My heart froze as I begin weaving through people to get closer, there were too many people, I heard a loud bang it made me feel numb. 
I pushed through people faster until I finally got to Bella's truck, scared that I'd see my sister lying on the floor dead, covered in blood, the thoughts made me feel sick. But when I got to her and I could see her, she was leaning against her truck, a small gap between her and Tyler's van. She was unharmed. 
"Bella!" I called climbing over the hood of Tyler's van to get to her, I wrapped my arms around her. 
"I'm okay" She says to me quickly "I'm fine, Edward saved me" 
I cocked my head a little confused, but then saw Edward walking away from the scene. Weird, if he had saved Bella, wouldn't he stay with her? I rode with Bella to the hospital, refusing to leave her side. I was stood by her as she was examined by a nurse. 
And then our dad walked into the room, he rushed to us calling both our names. 
"What the hell happened?" He asked, a panicked look over his face. 
"A truck came towards Bella, nothing happened to me, I wasn't anywhere near her" I answered, feeling a little bit more relaxed when my dad wrapped an arm around my shoulders. He yelled at Tyler a little and squeezed my shoulder, he was definitely keeping calm when he really wanted to yell more. 
Dr Cullen comes into the room and checks Bella over, he smiles at me and I feel the same unease I feel for all the Cullens I had met thus far. Once he was done with Bella to turned to me. 
"And how are you feeling Miss Swan?" 
"Oh, I wasn't in the accident" I answer quietly. 
"Yes, but it must of been quite the shock for you" 
"I guess so..." 
"It's natural to feel shaken after witnessing something like that, even second-hand anxiety can be quite intense" He explains. 
"I feel fine" I answer, probably a little too bluntly. 
Once we were allowed to leave I followed my dad as he needed to fill paperwork out, whilst Bella went to talk to Edward. I rolled my eyes a little. 
"Bella really does attract accidents" I say to my dad when we were out of ear shot to Bella. He lets out a gruff laugh, his worry obviously slightly lifted by my joke.
"That's for sure. She's a magnet for trouble. It's like she's got a secret curse or something"
"Glad I don't have it" I smirk. He chuckles, giving me a sideway glance as we walk. 
"Yeah, lucky you. You seem to have escaped your sister's tendency for chaos"
I smiled at that. The next few days were pretty normal, thankfully. Bella was annoyed at Edward for some reason, she wouldn't tell me why. I didn't care enough to push on it, I was mostly happy she wasn't talking to him at the moment. And time went on, Bella didn't talk about Edward for over a month. It was bliss. I felt bad, because I knew she liked him, but something was off with him. 
I walk into my history class and sit by Mike, giving him a friendly smile as I do so. 
"Hey, how's it going?" 
"Hey Mike" I smiled and we chatted a little whilst class started. 
"Hey, so do you have a date to prom?" He asks, I swear internally, I did not want to go to prom with Mike. I didn't know if I wanted to go with anyone...Well maybe...No...I hadn't seen Paul since that day. And I definitely didn't drive around La Push on many seperate days, because that would definitely be weird. 
"Prom? I hadn't even thought about it" I answer truthfully. 
"No prom date yet? That's surprising, I thought you would've had someone lined up by now, proms only round the corner!" He answers. 
"Not really, it's only March...Prom's in May" I answered a little snippy. 
"Yeah..well I was thinking we could go together?" He asks. 
"Oh...Mike, I'm sorry, but I think Jess really likes you...I couldn't do that to her" I answer, I felt really happy Bella had told me that Jess probably likes Mike, for this exact moment. 
"That's sweet of you I guess, not wanting to hurt her feelings"
"Yeah...wait, didn't you ask Bella to the prom yesterday?" I ask loud enough to make our teacher look at us a little annoyed, I muttered a small sorry. Mike's face falls, completely embarrassed. 
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jetii · 1 year ago
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Event Horizon Masterlist
Pairing: Rex x Jedi!Reader / Rex x fem!reader
Tags/Warnings: romance, angst, action/adventure, hurt/comfort, themes of grief/death/mourning, strangers to friends to lovers, mutual pining, forbidden romance, eventual smut, named!reader, Obi-Wan x Reader is here but not forever, clone OCs abound, i am so serious this is very slow burn this is Rex we’re talking about
Fic Summary: Your entire life, you’ve struggled to be the perfect Jedi your Master saw in you. When the rumored rise of the Sith threatens to throw the entire galaxy into turmoil, you’re left scrambling to hold onto the teachings that have begun to feel increasingly hollow.
It isn’t until a fateful encounter with a clone soldier called Rex, and the feelings that he stirs within you, that you begin to question everything you’ve ever known. (Post!TPM → Post!Order 66)
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Prelude
Summary: In the wake of Qui-Gon Jinn’s death, grief lingers in the halls of the Jedi Temple. For you, loss cuts even deeper. Your master, Yaddle, has vanished without a trace, and when you turn to the Council for answers, they offer none. The Jedi may be content to forget her, but you aren't one to let go easily.
Chapter One: Everything Burns | 3k+ Chapter Two: Undeath | 3k+ Chapter Three: Undying | 5k+
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Part One
Summary: The Battle of Geonosis sets the galaxy on a path to war, and you along with it. Promoted to general alongside your former closest friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, you are thrust into a conflict that tests your resolve, your beliefs, and the darkness you fight to keep at bay.
Amid the chaos, an unlikely bond with 501st Legion's Captain Rex begins to shift something within you. As the war drags on, you must decide what truly matters: duty, vengeance, or the light still within your reach.
Chapter Four: Point of No Return | 5k+ Chapter Five: From the Ashes | 7k+ ↳ Interlude (Obi-Wan x Reader Deleted Scene): Keep the Door Locked* | 6k+ Chapter Six: Window to the Outside World | 4k+ Chapter Seven: Forward | 4k+ ↳ Chapter Seven Part Two | 5k+ ↳ (Bonus) Chapter Seven Rex POV | 4k+ Chapter Eight: Loyalty | 11k+ Chapter Nine: Sacrifice | 7k+ Chapter Ten: Truth | 8k+ Chapter Eleven: Normalcy | 11k+ Chapter Twelve: Justice | 11k+ Chapter Thirteen: A Moment's Peace | 8k+ Chapter Fourteen: Remedy | 7k+ Chapter Fifteen: Memory | 8k+ Chapter Sixteen: Wishful Thinking | 10k+ Chapter Seventeen: Downpour | 12k+ Chapter Eighteen: Reprieve | 4k+ ↳ (Bonus) Chapter Eighteen Rex POV | 4k+ ↳ (Bonus) Chapter Eighteen Rex POV Part Two | 6k+ Chapter Nineteen: Different | 8k+ Chapter Twenty: Precipice | 5k+ Chapter Twenty-One: Cascade | 10k+ Chapter Twenty-Two: Threshold | 12k+ Chapter Twenty-Three: Determination | 13k+ Chapter Twenty-Four: Resolve | 9k+ Chapter Twenty-Five: Reformation | 6k+ Chapter Twenty-Six: Endurance | 8k+ Chapter Twenty-Seven: Push and Pull | 9k+ Chapter Twenty-Eight: Revelation | 14k+ Chapter Twenty-Nine: Pendulum | 11k+ Chapter Thirty: Intertwined | 14k+
Interlude: A Log of Correspondence Between Captain Rex and General Anathorn, Date 14:10:13-15:2:32
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Part Two
Summary: War was never meant to be a Jedi’s purpose, yet it has become yours. With each battle, the line between duty and self is harder to find, and the visions haunting your mind whisper of a future you cannot escape.
Through it all, Rex remains at your side, a steady presence in a galaxy slipping further into chaos. But as the tides of war push you toward an uncertain fate, so too does the pull of something far more dangerous… something you no longer have the strength to deny.
Chapter Thirty-One: The Weight of Command | 9k+ Chapter Thirty-Two: Convergence | 10k+ Chapter Thirty-Three: The Waiting | 8k+ Chapter Thirty-Four: Fault Lines | 13k+ Chapter Thirty-Five: Specters | 8k+ Chapter Thirty-Six: Restless | 10k+ Chapter Thirty-Seven: Awoken | 6k+ Chapter Thirty-Eight: Ashes to Ashes | 15k+ Chapter Thirty-Nine: Dust to Dust | 6k+ Chapter Forty: Tethered | 16k+ Chapter Forty-One: Impedance | 10k+ Chapter Forty-Two: Landfall | 5k+ Chapter Forty-Three: Uncharted Territory | 10k+ Chapter Forty-Four: Undercover
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shiorihyugawrites · 1 month ago
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The Devil's Bride
Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while he’s undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Eren’s life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasa’s heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark world—his bride, Aurora.
In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what he’s become. (Eren x OC)
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Chapter Sixty Three
Weeks had slipped by since Eren’s revelation about the cabin, each day filled with the quiet hum of anticipation. The Jaegerist compound, nestled in the heart of what was once Wall Rose, continued to thrive, its courtyard alive with the laughter of children from the orphanage and the steady rhythm of rebuilding.
The integration of Marleyan Eldians and Paradis natives was still a work in progress, but the island pulsed with a newfound hope, a shared dream of a world where freedom was more than a fleeting wish. Autumn had deepened, the air crisp with the scent of fallen leaves and woodsmoke, the open horizon a constant reminder of the boundless possibilities that lay beyond.
Aurora stood outside their quarters, her eyes sparkling with curiosity despite the blindfold Eren had gently tied over them. She fidgeted, a playful smile tugging at her lips as Eren’s hand rested on her shoulder, guiding her forward. In his other arm, he cradled their three-and-a-half-month-old daughter, Ymir, whose curls bounced with each step, her eyes wide with delight as she gurgled happily. The blindfold was a surprise, Eren had said, his voice warm with mischief, and Aurora had agreed with a laugh, trusting him completely despite the flutter of excitement in her chest.
“Eren, where are we going?” Aurora asked, her voice laced with amusement as she took careful steps, her hands outstretched to feel the air. “You’re being awfully mysterious.”
Eren’s chuckle was low, his fingers tightening gently on her shoulder. “Patience, love,” he said, his tone teasing. “You’ll see soon enough. Just a few more steps.”
Ymir cooed, her tiny hand grasping at Eren’s shirt, and Aurora’s smile widened. “Ymir’s in on it too, isn’t she?” she said, her voice playful. “I can hear her scheming.”
“Oh, she’s the mastermind,” Eren said, his voice warm with affection. “Got the whole plan figured out, don’t you, little one?”
Ymir’s giggle was a bright note in the quiet, and Aurora laughed, her heart swelling with love for her family. The path beneath her feet shifted from the gravel of the compound to softer earth, the air growing fresher, tinged with the scent of water and willow. She could hear the gentle lapping of a lake, the rustle of leaves, and her curiosity deepened, her steps quickening despite the blindfold.
“Almost there,” Eren said, his voice softening, a hint of anticipation breaking through his calm. “Ready?”
Aurora nodded, her smile radiant. “Ready,” she said, her voice trembling with excitement.
Eren stopped, his hand steadying her as he shifted Ymir in his arm. With a gentle touch, he untied the blindfold, letting it fall away. Aurora blinked, her eyes adjusting to the golden light of the setting sun, and then she gasped, her hands flying to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes.
Before her stood a cabin, its wooden frame glowing in the warm light, its pitched roof adorned with sturdy shingles. It was reminiscent of the cabin they’d shared in Marley—simple, cozy, a haven from the world—but this one was so much more. Built with care in Eren’s titan form, its logs were smooth and precisely fitted, the windows wide and framed with carved trim, the porch spacious and inviting, just as Aurora had always dreamed. It sat nestled beside a shimmering lake, its surface reflecting the fiery hues of the sunset, and a massive willow tree stood nearby, its branches swaying gently, a swing hanging from its lowest bough.
Aurora’s breath caught, her tears spilling over as she took in the sight. “Eren,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s… it’s beautiful.”
Eren’s grin was wide, his green eyes shining with pride and love as he watched her reaction. “You like it?” he asked, his voice soft but eager. “I wanted it to be perfect for you, for us.”
Aurora turned to him, her eyes glistening, her voice failing her as she tried to find words. The cabin was more than a home; it was a promise, a tangible piece of the future they had fought for. Nearly a year had passed since their simple wedding in Marley—just them, a clergyman, and their love, sealed with a silver band that still gleamed on her finger. They had survived war, betrayal, the Rumbling, her pregnancy, moments when survival seemed impossible. And yet, here they were, standing before a home built with Eren’s hands, their daughter in his arms, their love stronger than ever.
“I… I can’t…” Aurora’s voice broke, her tears flowing freely now, her hands trembling as she reached for him. “Eren, it’s perfect.”
Eren’s grin softened into a tender smile, and he stepped closer, engulfing her in a one-armed hug, his free arm pulling her against his chest. Aurora sobbed into his shirt, her emotions overwhelming her, joy and gratitude mingling with the weight of their journey. Eren’s hand stroked her hair, his touch grounding, his voice a low murmur against her ear. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said, his voice warm. “We made it, Aurora. This is ours.”
Aurora clung to him, her sobs easing as she pressed her face against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a comfort. She pulled back slightly, standing on her tiptoes to kiss the curve of his neck, her lips soft and warm against his skin. Eren’s breath hitched, his eyes softening as she reached up, her hands cradling his face, and kissed him deeply, her love pouring into the touch. Eren kissed her back, slow and fervent, the world fading away until it was just them, their daughter, and the home they had built.
Aurora broke the kiss, her smile radiant through her tears, and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Ymir’s forehead, the baby giggling at the touch. “You’re home, little one,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “We’re home.”
Eren’s arm tightened around her, his voice warm. “Come on,” he said, his eyes sparkling. “Let me show you inside.”
He led her up the porch steps, the wood creaking softly under their feet, and pushed open the heavy oak door, its surface carved with a simple floral pattern. The interior was a revelation, cozy and inviting, a stark contrast to the single-room cabin they’d shared in Marley. The living room greeted them first, its stone fireplace already stacked with logs, a woven rug softening the wooden floor, and a pair of armchairs positioned to catch the lake’s view through the wide windows. A small kitchen stood to the side, its counters gleaming, a wooden table set for three in the dining area nearby. A narrow hallway led to a bathroom, its tiles clean and bright, and two bedrooms—one for them, one for Ymir.
Aurora wandered through the space, her hands trailing over the smooth wood, her eyes wide with wonder. The nursery was a particular delight, its walls painted a soft green, a crib crafted by Eren’s hands standing proudly in the center. A mobile of carved birds hung above, spinning gently, and a rocking chair sat by the window, perfect for late-night feedings. Aurora’s tears returned, her fingers brushing the crib’s edge, her voice a whisper. “You made this?” she asked, turning to Eren, who stood in the doorway, Ymir still in his arms.
Eren nodded, his smile shy but proud. “Every piece,” he said. “Wanted it to be special for her. For you.”
Aurora crossed the room, wrapping her arms around him and Ymir, her voice trembling. “It’s more than special,” she said. “It’s… it’s everything, Eren.”
He kissed her forehead, his voice warm. “There’s more,” he said, his tone teasing. “Come see the backyard.”
He led her through the kitchen to a back door, opening it to reveal a small but perfect yard. The lake’s edge was just steps away, its water shimmering in the fading light, and the willow tree loomed majestically, its swing swaying gently. A garden plot had been mapped out, the soil freshly turned, ready for Aurora’s herbs and flowers. She gasped, her hand covering her mouth, her love for gardening a passion Eren had always cherished.
“You remembered,” she said, her voice soft, her eyes shining as she turned to him. “My garden…”
Eren’s grin returned, his eyes warm. “Couldn’t forget,” he said. “I know how much you love it. Figured you’d want to grow some of those herbs you’re always talking about. And the swing…” He nodded to the willow tree. “Thought Ymir might like it when she’s older. Maybe you and I can sit there too, watch the stars.”
Aurora’s tears fell anew, her heart so full it ached. She stepped into the yard, her boots sinking into the soft earth, and ran her fingers over the swing’s ropes, her smile radiant. “It’s perfect,” she said, her voice trembling. “All of it. Eren, I… I don’t know how to thank you.”
Eren followed her, Ymir cooing in his arms, and pulled her close, his voice low and fervent. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said. “This is for us, Aurora. For Ymir. For the life we dreamed of. It’s not much, but it’s ours.”
Aurora shook her head, her hands clutching his shirt, her voice fierce. “It’s everything,” she said. “It’s home, Eren. It’s where we’ll raise Ymir, where we’ll be free. After everything—Marley, the war, the Rumbling—we made it. We’re here.”
Eren’s eyes glistened, his love for her a quiet fire. “Yeah,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “We made it.”
They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Ymir nestled between them, the lake reflecting the last rays of the sun. The cabin was a testament to their journey, a symbol of the love that had carried them through the darkest of days. Nearly a year ago, they had stood under a tree and married, their wedding a quiet vow in the midst of chaos. Now, with Ymir in their arms and a home of their own, they were living the future they had fought for.
“Let’s stay out here a bit,” Aurora said, her voice soft as she leaned against Eren, her head resting on his shoulder. “Just… us.”
Eren nodded, his arm tightening around her. “Sounds perfect,” he said, his voice warm.
They sat on the porch steps, Ymir dozing in Aurora’s arms, the willow tree’s branches swaying in the breeze. The lake shimmered, its surface a mirror for the stars beginning to emerge in the vast, open sky. The world beyond was still healing, the scars of the Rumbling a constant presence, but here, in this moment, they were at peace. The cabin was their sanctuary, a place where they could raise Ymir to be happy, safe, and free—a legacy of love in a world reborn.
As the night deepened, Eren’s hand found Aurora’s, their fingers intertwining, their silver rings glinting in the moonlight. “Happy almost-anniversary,” he said, his voice soft, his smile warm.
Aurora’s eyes sparkled, her smile radiant. “Happy almost-anniversary,” she said, leaning up to kiss him, the touch a promise of forever. “Here’s to many more.”
Eren kissed her back, his love a quiet vow. “To many more,” he echoed, his voice fervent.
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Hours later, the sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky above the cabin awash in a tapestry of twilight hues���deep indigo fading to soft violet, speckled with the first brave stars. The lake beside the cabin shimmered, its surface a mirror for the emerging night, and the willow tree’s branches swayed gently, the swing creaking in the breeze. Eren and Aurora Jaeger sat in the backyard, nestled in the soft grass of the garden plot Eren had prepared, their bodies close, their warmth a quiet anchor in the stillness. Aurora cradled Ymir against her chest, the baby suckling contentedly. Eren’s arm was draped around Aurora’s shoulders, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her arm, his green eyes fixed on the sky, a rare peace settling over him.
The air was cool, scented with earth and water, and the world felt impossibly calm. For the first time in what seemed like forever, the weight of war, of survival, of the Rumbling, had lifted, leaving only this moment—this family, this home, this quiet. Aurora’s heart swelled as she leaned against Eren, her head resting on his shoulder, Ymir’s soft breaths a steady rhythm between them. The cabin loomed behind them, its warm lights spilling through the windows, a beacon of the life they had built from the ashes of their past. It was a full-circle moment, a completion of a journey that had begun a year ago in the internment zone of Liberio, when Aurora, a slave in the Tybur family’s manor, had slipped away to sing.
That day, her voice had carried through the quiet streets, a melody of longing and defiance, and Eren, hidden in the shadows, had heard it. Even after years apart, since she had vanished from Shiganshina as a child, he had recognized her voice, the same one that had haunted his dreams. He had followed it, his heart leading him to her, and their reunion had sparked a love that had carried them through war, loss, and the Rumbling. Now, here they were, in a cabin built by Eren’s hands, their daughter in their arms, the world finally at peace.
Aurora’s eyes glistened as she looked up at Eren, her voice soft. “I can’t believe we’re here,” she said, her tone thick with emotion. “A year ago, I was singing in Liberio, thinking I’d never be free. And now… this.” She gestured to the cabin, the lake, the willow tree, her smile trembling. “You found me, Eren. You brought me back.”
Eren’s gaze softened, his hand tightening on her shoulder, his voice low and fervent. “I’d find you anywhere, Aurora,” he said. “Your voice… it’s always been my compass. I don’t think I could’ve done any of this without you. The Rumbling, the war… I wouldn’t have had the strength if you weren’t by my side.”
Aurora’s cheeks flushed, her smile radiant despite the tears in her eyes. “You’re stronger than you think,” she said, her voice gentle. “But I’m glad I was there. I’m glad we’re here now, together.”
Eren leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering. “This moment,” he said, his voice rough with emotion, “with you and Ymir… it makes it all worth it. Every fight, every loss. I’d do it all again for this.”
Aurora’s heart swelled, her hand resting on Ymir’s back, the baby’s warmth grounding her. “Me too,” she whispered, her eyes drifting to the stars. “It’s so calm, Eren. The war’s really over. I’ve known it for weeks, but being here, in this cabin… it feels real.”
Eren nodded, his gaze distant but warm, his thoughts turning inward. “It is,” he said, his voice quiet. “But there’s one more thing I need to do. One last step to make this world truly free.”
Aurora’s brow furrowed, her eyes flicking to him, curiosity tinged with concern. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice soft but probing. “What’s left?”
Eren’s expression was resolute, his green eyes burning with a quiet determination. “I need to end the Power of the Titans,” he said, his voice steady but heavy. “Forever. No more titan power, no more shifters, no more curse.”
Aurora’s eyes widened, her breath catching as she processed his words. “End the titan power?” she said, her voice trembling with awe and disbelief. “Eren, how… how is that even possible? You have the Founder’s power through Ymir, but… something like that…” She trailed off, her gaze drifting to their daughter, the reincarnated Ymir Fritz, whose tiny form held the legacy of two thousand years of pain. “Titans have plagued this world for so long. Can it really be done?”
Eren’s hand moved to Ymir’s head, his fingers gentle against her curls, his voice soft but certain. “It can,” he said. “It has to. Ymir—our Ymir—is the key. It started with her, and it’ll end with her. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks, Aurora. The Founder’s power… it’s godlike. I could use it to rule, to be a king, a god. But I don’t want that. I’m not a god. I’m just a man who wants to live freely with his family, his friends. Titans have caused nothing but pain, division, tragedy. It’s time to let that power go.”
Aurora’s throat tightened, her eyes glistening as she looked at Ymir, the baby who carried the soul of the Founder. The idea of a world without titans was almost mythic, a dream too vast to grasp. For two thousand years, titans had shaped the world, their power a curse that had bound Eldians in chains of fear and violence. And yet, as she cradled her daughter, the logic of Eren’s plan settled over her. Ymir, reborn as their child, was the beginning and the end, the one who could close the cycle of suffering.
“It makes sense,” Aurora said, her voice soft, her eyes fixed on Ymir. “She started it, and she’ll end it. A world without titans… it’s what we’ve always wanted, isn’t it? Freedom, true freedom.”
Eren nodded, his expression softening as he looked at her, his love a quiet fire. “Exactly,” he said. “And it’s not just about the world. It’s about us, about our friends. The 13-year curse… it’s haunted us for too long. Me, Armin, Porco, Reiner, Pieck, Annie, even Ymir. If I can end the titan power, we can all live long lives. No more counting down the years, no more watching the clock. I want to grow old with you, Aurora. I want to see Ymir grow up, get married, have kids of her own. I want that for all of us.”
Aurora’s tears spilled over, her smile trembling as she reached for his hand, her fingers intertwining with his. “Eren,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, “that’s… that’s everything. I’ve been so scared, knowing you only had a few years left. If you can do this, if you can free us from that curse… I’ll never stop thanking you.”
Eren’s hand tightened on hers, his voice fervent. “I’ll do it,” he said. “For you, for Ymir, for everyone. But I need you with me, Aurora. I need you to see this through.”
Aurora nodded, her resolve matching his, her voice steady despite her tears. “I’m with you,” she said. “Always.”
She leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Ymir’s head, the baby stirring slightly, her green eyes blinking up at her mother. Aurora’s heart swelled, her love for her daughter a fierce, unshakable force. She carefully passed Ymir to Eren, her hands lingering on the baby’s soft blanket. As Eren took Ymir into his arms, a surge of power coursed through him, the Founder’s presence awakening, a connection that had always been strongest when he held his daughter. His eyes glowed faintly, a soft golden light, and Aurora felt a shift in the air, a ripple of something ancient and vast.
“Ready?” Eren asked, his voice low, his gaze locked on hers.
Aurora nodded, her hand resting on his arm, her voice soft but certain. “Ready.”
Eren closed his eyes, his breath steadying as he accessed the Founder’s power, the world around them fading into a blur of light and shadow. The garden, the lake, the cabin dissolved, replaced by the ethereal expanse of the Paths, a realm of endless sand and a towering, luminous tree that pulsed with the lifeblood of the titans. Aurora gasped, her hand tightening on Eren’s arm, her eyes wide as she took in the surreal landscape. Ymir, cradled in Eren’s arms, seemed unbothered, her green eyes curious, as if sensing the connection to her past life.
The sand crunched beneath their feet as Eren led them toward the tree, its branches glowing with an otherworldly light, its roots stretching into the infinite horizon. Aurora’s heart pounded, the weight of the moment pressing against her, but Eren’s presence was a steady anchor, his resolve unshaken. As they drew closer, a figure appeared in the distance, an apparition shimmering in the golden light. Aurora’s breath caught, her eyes narrowing as the figure took shape—a woman, tall and graceful, with long blonde hair and eyes that held centuries of pain and gratitude.
“It’s her,” Eren said, his voice soft, his gaze fixed on the apparition. “Ymir Fritz.”
Aurora’s eyes widened, her hand covering her mouth as she stared at the adult Ymir, the Founder whose life had birthed the titan curse. The woman’s expression was serene, a soft smile curving her lips as she looked at Eren and Aurora, her eyes lingering on the baby in Eren’s arms. She couldn’t speak, but her gaze was eloquent, conveying a depth of emotion that transcended words. “Thank you,” her eyes seemed to say, a silent acknowledgment of the freedom Aurora and Eren had given her.
Aurora stepped forward, her eyes locked on Ymir’s, her voice trembling. “You’re free now,” she said, her tone gentle but fervent. “You’ve suffered for so long, but you’re free. Your soul is reborn, and she’s loved, Ymir. She’s happy. We’ll make sure she always is.”
Ymir’s smile widened, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her gratitude a palpable force. She reached out, her hand hovering over baby Ymir’s head, a silent blessing, a farewell to the pain of her past. Aurora’s tears fell freely, her heart aching for the woman who had endured so much, whose legacy had shaped their world.
Eren’s voice was steady, his resolve unshaken as he spoke. “It’s time,” he said, his eyes glowing brighter, the Founder’s power surging through him. “Ymir, I’m ending the Power of the Titans. No more shifters, no more curse. It ends with you, with us.”
Ymir’s apparition nodded, her smile serene, her presence a quiet acceptance. Eren closed his eyes, his hand tightening on Aurora’s, his connection to the Paths deepening. The air thrummed with energy, the tree’s light pulsing, its branches trembling as the power that had sustained the titans for two thousand years began to unravel. Aurora felt it too, a shift in the fabric of reality, a release of something ancient and heavy. The sand beneath their feet shimmered, the Paths beginning to dissolve, their edges fraying like a dream fading at dawn.
Ymir’s apparition smiled one last time, her form growing translucent, her eyes fixed on Eren, Aurora, and their daughter. With a final, gentle nod, she vanished, her presence dissolving into the light, her soul at peace. The tree pulsed once, twice, then dimmed, its glow fading as the Power of the Titans was extinguished, forever.
Eren gasped, his eyes snapping open, the golden light fading from his gaze. The Paths were gone, the world of sand and light replaced by the familiar garden, the lake, the cabin. He looked down at Ymir, still cradled in his arms, her green eyes blinking up at him, unaffected by the monumental shift. Aurora’s hand trembled on his arm, her tears falling freely, her voice a whisper. “Is it… is it done?”
Eren nodded, his voice rough with emotion. “It’s done,” he said. “No more titans. No more curse. We’re free.”
Aurora’s sob was one of relief, her arms wrapping around Eren and Ymir, her face buried in his shoulder. “You did it,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You really did it, Eren. We’re free.”
Eren’s arm tightened around her, his lips brushing her hair, his voice fervent. “We did it,” he said. “You, me, Ymir. This is our world now, Aurora.”
They sat there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Ymir nestled between them, the stars above shining brighter in a world unburdened by the titan curse. The cabin loomed behind them, its warm lights a promise of the life they would build, a life where Eren, Aurora, Ymir, and their friends could grow old together. The war was over, the titans were gone, and in this moment, with the lake shimmering and the willow tree swaying, they were home.
As the night deepened, Eren’s hand found Aurora’s, their fingers intertwining, their silver rings glinting in the starlight. “I love you,” he said, his voice soft, his smile warm.
Aurora’s eyes sparkled, her smile radiant. “I love you too,” she said, leaning up to kiss him, the touch a vow of forever. “Always.”
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verdantlights · 8 months ago
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Toki - Kitsune
Clove - ...Tanuki(?)
Horizon - Tengu
Seraph - Obake
Ichor - Nekomata
Lys - Oni
Everest - Kappa
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Yokai watch Alnst OCS..... What yokais would they have/what would follow them
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Tis the Way the Wind Blows, Hummingbird (One)
Caleb Sykes x OC Horizon universe
⚠️ Warning ⚠️ Story will contain moments of physical, sexual, emotional, and verbal abuse, cursing, murder, suicidal ideations, childbirth, scalping, death, etc. Please do not read if you are triggered by any of these warnings. If you've seen the film or just read about it online, you already know that Caleb is a bad guy. He will remain a bad guy throughout this story as well. He will not be liked and will be vile in every way. Just a heads up if you were looking for a happy Jamie story.
A/N: Oh my goodness guys, thank you so much for the love for this story! I am so glad you all are enjoying it so far! It's only gonna get more extreme and downright dirty from here. Also, if you have any questions about the story, just wanna talk, or whatever, just drop me a message!
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His touch would burn like a batch of fire ants each time he laid hands on me.
The searing pain as his grip would tighten – his cold blue eyes staring into mine as I would beg and plead not to hurt me in front of our children. I would like to say it hadn’t always been this way with Caleb but that would be a lie straight from the devil’s mouth. I would love to tell you that he was once a gentleman who was corrupt by the bottle – that his hands were once full of love and joy but for some ungodly reason I actually held feelings for the man.
I remember the first time I saw Caleb, standing in the dimly lit corner of the saloon, a shadow of a man with haunted eyes that seemed to mirror my own loneliness. His smile was a twisted reflection of charm, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Despite the warnings that whispered in the back of my mind, I found myself captivated by his words, his presence filling a void I hadn't even known existed. In his arms, I felt a fleeting sense of belonging, as if for a moment, the world made sense and all the broken pieces of my heart were whole again. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the cracks in his facade began to show, revealing a darkness that chilled me to the core.
He was the youngest child of the vile woman who birthed him all those years ago – his father a philanderer who only arrived home when necessary. Rumor had it he had spawn all over the territory – the short woman he married long ago idly standing by as she knew there was nothing that could be done. The Sykes family were notorious among the Montana Territory – the fear they placed upon those wanting to settle was enough to make settlers treck along elsewhere. Some would say even the Indians feared the Sykes men – I would argue that on a heavy bible.
 Caleb’s anger more than likely rising from the hits of his mother and brother – always on the receiving end of a hand, foot, or even the butt of a gun at one point. I remember watching in the shadows as Junior almost beat him senseless for some measly reason – no reason good enough to knock your kin unconscious for hours on end. I was the one that had to drag him out of the snow that night – into the little shack that his mother had “gifted” us to make house in. The winter’s wind whistling through the loose logs, the fire barely staying lit as the snow floated through the home. When he awoke, he knew that there was no use in going after Junior, his hatred and fury landing upon my skin throughout the night.
I guess you may be asking how I even came to be with the blue-eyed devil – having enough dimwits about me to stay with a man like that. Well for one, it was an act of rebellion. I thought I could change him, hell, maybe even overpower him. I took the blows that he gave me each night, going to bed with tear-stained cheeks as he stepped out to go drinkin with his brothers. The other reason I stayed was because it was a sense of security. I had a leaking roof over my head, but it was covered none the less. I wasn’t wondering the land like the others out there, subjected to the harshness that the land was giving forth. The Sykes fortress was clear of any Indians – the dangers of being ambushed by them pushed at the wayside – unlike those that were travelling to their new homes.
I had married Caleb on the 24th day of January in the year eighteen hundred and fifty-two. The justice of the peace in the town below reading from the holy book as he weaved back and forth from the whiskey coursing through his blood. No kiss was shared – no joyous voices from our closest relatives. Just an empty room. I had run off from Grady’s house – my only bag packed – his best horse trotting underneath me. I had only known Caleb for a number of days before his hands slipped under my dress – the piece of me that I was savin for future husband taken away in a matter of seconds. I guess all’s forgiven in the eyes of God since I ended up marrying the bastard…
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I watched as the snow swirled around the open air like paper scraps sent from the heavens above. The fire had long gone out several hours ago – my breath seen clearly as I exhaled in exhaustion. I hadn’t seen sight or sound of him in nearly four days – nothing uncommon nowadays. The wood burning smoke from the big house filtered through the cracks in the wood, the scent causing me to long for a warm room just for a moment of two.
Soft coos broke me out of my thoughts as I turned my attention to the little bundle in the center of the room. I had every blanket and article of clothing I could scrounge up piled atop her, trying to keep the cold off her small body.
“What’s wrong my sweet?” My feet carrying my body towards her.
She had her daddy’s eyes – bright blue and able to look right into your soul. Sprouts of red hair could be seen beneath the bonnet she wore, her little cheeks red with the touch of the cold. Emily was the daughter I longed for – a true gift from the Lord above. She was the second child – one that no one but me cared to have. She was the light of my life – the reason that I never gave up on myself against her father or his family.
I had given birth to Rory – our son – the first-born Sykes grandson seven years ago. Mama Sykes was at the head of the bed as he was born, quickly whisking him off before I could hold him. Caleb was celebrated for once in his life – having the workings to produce a strong male offspring – a male that would carry on the Sykes name and lineage. The Sykes women kept Rory at an arm’s reach from me during his infancy – only pushing him in my arms when it came time for him to eat. They would bring me into the big house as he fed and pushed me right back into the small shake once he was through. This was Mama Sykes dream to have another son she could mold and make her own. It was obvious that she wanted another son like Junior – Caleb being the lowest branch that she so badly wanted cut.
I watched as the years passed as my son shaped into a typical Sykes male. James and Junior would make sure to take him out, teaching him how to trap and hunt, something that a little boy at his age didn’t need to worry about yet. Caleb would just sit back and watch, the fatherly instinct never truly kicking in. He was seen more as Rory’s uncle rather than the his father. I’m almost positive that’s what Mama Sykes even taught Rory to call Caleb.
I would try my best to push my way into his life, only to get shoved back by the Sykes women. They didn’t trust me to be his mother – I was simply the woman that gave birth – not his mother. Hannah, Junior’s wife claimed that spot. Her evil glares cutting right through each time I would look at my son. Mama Sykes and Hannah would mutter awful words about me to Rory, finally breaking through to him. I watched as the baby boy I carried for nine months, suffering 10 hours in agony as I labored, just kicked me away like a speck of dirt on the floorboard.
I slowly picked my daughter up, bouncing her around in the quilt my mother had made before she passed.  “Flee as a bird to your mountain – thou who art weary of sin – go to the clear flowing fountain – where you may wash and be clean.”
The sudden sound of a shotgun going off cutting off the lyrics as my grip tightened on the baby. Stepping towards the window, the site in front of me causing my heart to thump against my chest. Gently placing Emily back into her bassinette, I tore open the wooden door, racing over to where my son laid.
“What the hell is happening?” My knees digging into the hardened dirt as I brought his limp body into my arms. His face bloodied and bruised as Robert and Junior stood above – Mama Sykes and Hannah watching from the porch steps.
Junior let out an annoyed sigh, “This doesn’t concern you, Elizabeth.”
“Like hell it doesn’t, Junior.” My tone biting back, fire raging through my eyes as I looked down at my little boy. My hand softly trailing down his cheek, his chest slowly rising and falling.
“He started the whole thing.” Robert, Junior and Hannah’s youngest son scoffed. “Ain’t my fault that he don’t got no fightin skills.”
My eyes cutting up to the younger Sykes, “That’s enough, Robert.” Junior sounded. “Go get cleaned up for supper.”
The boy followed his father’s direction, Hannah smiling at him once he reached the steps. Her last glance finding mine as she walked into the home. Mama Sykes stood stoic on the porch, her eyes dull and full of spite. “Junior, get Rory and bring him in the house.”
“No!” My arms wrapping tighter around my son’s unconscious body. “You will not touch another hair on this child’s head –“ My eyes piercing towards Mrs. Sykes. “None of you are touching my child again.”
“Ain’t your child, Elizabeth.” Mama spoke clearly. “Hasn’t been your child since the day he was born.”
I could feel tears of anger spiking in my eyes, “Oh yeah –“ A sarcastic chuckle slipping, “And who’s idea was that, huh?” Junior stepped closer. “You bunch of monsters took him away from me – turned him against his own mother for what? You see how well his father turned out – think I could’ve done a hell of a lot better than you, Mama Sykes.”
Junior’s large hands pried my arms apart, Rory slipping back onto the ground as he dragged me feet away. His grip like that of Caleb’s but only stronger. My words of pain going by the wayside as his foot kicked into my ribs, a guttural cry releasing deep from my body.
“Get that boy in the house before he catches a death of cold.” Mama’s raspy voice sounded.
Junior looked up to the matriarch, “What about her?” My body still curled into the cold ground. “Whatcha want me to do with her?”
The only sound could be heard was that of the winter birds around as the wind blew – Mrs. Sykes body staying silent for a moment. “She can find her way back.” Her eyes connecting with mine briefly as she turned to enter the home.
I stayed silent, face still pressed against the snowy ground as Junior lifted Rory into his arms, stomping his way up the stairs to the main house. The door slamming behind him once he crossed the threshold.
I waited a few moments before moving – the sharp pain of where his foot had landed making it hard to breathe as I slowly walked back to the building. The echo of Emily's cry reverberated in my ears, piercing through the chaos that had engulfed us. Each step felt heavy, burdened not just by the weight of my own injuries but by the fear and uncertainty that loomed ahead.
With a shaky hand, I pushed the door open, the hinges creaking in protest. Emily's tear-streaked face turned towards me, her eyes wide with a mix of confusion and fear. My heart ached at the sight of her, so small and innocent in the midst of such turmoil.
"Shh, it's okay," I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely above a broken murmur. I knelt beside her, wrapping my arms around her trembling form. The warmth of her tiny body pressed against mine offered a brief respite from the cold reality that threatened to consume us both.
"It's okay, baby," I repeated, the words a mantra to soothe not just her but myself as well. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the world around me. In that moment, I felt the weight of responsibility crushing down on my shoulders, the knowledge that I must be strong for her, no matter how broken I felt inside.
I thanked God silently that Emily was so young, her innocence a shield against the harshness of the truth…
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“How dare you disrespect my mother and brother like you did, Elizabeth!”
I sat in the corner of the room, the metallic taste of blood lingering on my tongue as I dabbed away the fresh crimson droplets that fell from my split lip. The throbbing ache in my jaw served as a painful reminder of the altercation that had just taken place, but my focus remained unwavering on the man standing before me.
"I was protecting my child – our child," I asserted, my voice steady despite the underlying currents of anger and frustration that simmered beneath the surface.
He rolled his eyes in exasperation, his movements agitated as he paced the confines of the cramped room. "That boy was two steps away from killing Rory, he wa-"
"Robert was teaching him how to act like a man – not some pansy whipped little girl," Caleb interjected, his voice tinged with defiance. The words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the deep-seated differences in our beliefs and values. "Junior and I did the same thing growing up – plus it’s not your word that matters anymore, Lizabeth."
I shook my head, a bitter taste of resentment flooding my senses. "Yeah," I muttered, my voice tinged with sorrow and anger. "You and your goddamn family took that right away." His eyes darkened as he advanced towards me, each step a menacing echo of the power dynamics that had long defined our relationship.
"I was just used as a cow to make sure he was fed and then put back in the pen like some kind of barnyard anim-" My words were cut short by the sharp crack that resonated through the home, the impact of the blow sending a searing wave of pain from my jaw to my temple.
“Always running that damn mouth of yours,” Caleb's voice was heavy with frustration as he hastily unclipped the holster from his waist. My body already knew what was about to happen as I scrambled to get off the floor, the urgency pulsing through my veins. Unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough. Caleb's strong grip closed around my ankles, his fingers digging into my skin as he yanked me across the dirty wood.
His dirt-stained hands pushing up the material of my skirt as his body straddled mine – my arms pinned to my side as my cries mixed with those of Emily’s in the corner of the room…
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incaseofart · 2 months ago
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I promised myself I wouldn't upload every single wip from the animatic however. I can make an exception for this!
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verdantlights · 9 months ago
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Modern AU Headcanons
For all 7 of my ocs!! :3
all of their ethnicities/nationalities are canon to the ALNST universe too, but theyre just more applicable in a modern au.
The artwork I did for each of them isnt fully colored like how i originally planned, simply because this took FUCKING FOREVER. (17 hours??? all 7 ocs just to this basic color with 17 hours and 25k strokes??? according to procreate???) and i was so ready to be done with it, ive been talking about this for like ages and i knew that if i didnt finish this before Blink Gone dropped,,,, itd never get finished.
i also have other stuff i need/want to work on in regards to my ocs SO. if the art looks half-assed, im calling it a design choice 🎀
Toki (Redone):
He'd be a dancer that runs a choreography channel on youtube and tiktok. A really popular/famous content creator.
He's Asian! (South Korean)
Fluent in English/Korean.
Would probably face a lot of controversy for making strange jokes about cannibalism, but he never stays down when cancelled. (hes so schlatt core)
He's not a horrible person in a modern au. He's relatively normal, if not for the fact that he is still an orphan and still clinically mentally ill. He's just not toxic. He still has his cunt and freak but... he just doesn't manipulate, mansplain, and manslaughter anymore.
He's only toxic and awful as hell in ALNST because of the dystopian circumstances. His toxicity is seasoning to the tragedy that is ALNST.
He is still an orphan and his first memories would be in the orphanage where he was pretty much alone. People thought he was strange.
I'd like to believe he was selectively mute for quite a long time, which was another reason why people called him strange.
Still has the habit of studying peoples behaviors and learning them entirely for his own benefit. He wouldn't use it against someone unless absolutely necessary in a modern au.
He gets adopted when he's 13 by a kind, older man. He homeschools Toki and puts him in sports and recreational activities of his choice.
Toki chooses gymnastics and dance, contorting and moving his body at his will gives him a sense of control that he always felt he was never privileged to.
He didn't start talking until he was 16. His first words were, "Thank you, dad."
As an adult, as I said above, Toki runs a choreo channel on tiktok and youtube that gets a lot of traction. He enjoys having fans because it makes him feel less alone.
He's still possessive over Inna, but it's only because Toki struggles with feeling a sense of belonging and a home to come back to, and Inna becomes that home for him.
He has a streetwear aesthetic!
Of course, Toki still has his obsessive and possessive personality, that will never go away. It ends up rearing his head towards Inna, but I'm pretty sure Inna likes it anyway, the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴.
Didn't go to college because his socmed took off before he graduated, sustaining him really well financially.
Friends with Ichor! Travels to Korea with him sometimes, but usually prefers to stay in America since that's where he was taken to when he was adopted.
Innamorati belongs to @alien-til-i-stage <3
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Clove:
He is Latino! (Dominican/Caribbean)
His right eye is a lazy eye and he wears glasses. They're silver round frames that he sometimes puts a neck chain on.
His hair is dyed the same, but the dark brown is really short and cut to be fluffy/messy while keeping his long sides/short bangs!
He has a dark academia aesthetic mixed with a little bit of cottagecore. He's a lot more comfortable in his skin in regards to his gender so he wears skirts and dresses sometimes.
Spends his time at the library a lot, enjoys library dates with Aster (and also coffee shop dates).
He is fluent in Spanish and English.
He only has his ear lobes pierced and keeps small silver studs in them at all times.
Still trans, of course! He gets top surgery and a hysterectomy in a modern au (projecting what I personally want lmao)
All of his siblings are alive, and are still all named after flowers!
His upbringing was really peaceful, if not for having a very alive and loud household with 6 kids, him included.
His parents and siblings are all incredibly accepting and they all helped pitch in to get his top surgery done for his birthday one year <3
He inherited his parents flower shop and runs it now! His parents own the parent company to the flower shop, so all 6 children own one of said shops around the state!
He majored in Biology in college.
A lot of the neglect and trauma he faced in ALNST/ANAKT was only specific to the universe. He would lead a relatively normal and peaceful life, otherwise :)
Aster belongs to @apriciticreveries <3
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Horizon:
He is American!
Horizon is incredibly smart and is an astrophysicist! He took it in college and has been hyperfixated on space since he was a kid.
Is the most visibly/recognizably autistic OC out of all of my OCs. All of my OCs are neurodivergent in some way because of my own neurodivergency, but Horizon takes the cake because his modern au mother (based on Scorpius) is also autistic. She raised him to not be forced into a mask.
Scorpius is a single mom and loves space as well, teaching Horizon all about it when he was a kid. Over time she grew more distant and would only connect with her son when its about his interest in space, or in regards to what happens at NASA.
Horizon is aware of his mothers distance and neglect and wishes things could go back to when he was a kid and she wasn't so distant.
He is still a narcolept, but is medicated and in physical therapy to help combat it.
He works at NASA! He makes good money and has discovered a lot of new stars!
He's more vocal in a modern au! He'd still go nonverbal a lot, but he'd also open up more and be less distant.
He still yaps about stars and space as much as possible.
He does not have stars in his eyes. I kinda feel like that goes without saying, but he does have dark grey-blue eyes.
Fond of Seraph and likes to study it. Fully aware something is wrong with it and that it definitely does not belong in his world, but finds it intriguing all the same.
Does not have a set dress style, he mostly dresses for comfort. He does have a lot of NASA merchandise and space/galaxy themed clothing, though. (would 100% have that blue and pink galaxy wolf hoodie at one point)
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Seraph:
Still not human, and I will not elaborate as to why!
Also still uses He/Hy/It (Hy/Hymn).
It's a lot creepier in a modern au, actually. This is because the dystopian setting of ALNST makes it a bit more... usual and acceptable for Seraph to be uncanny? However, in a modern au... that's not the case.
People do NOT vibe with it more often than not.
Hy is British.
He is still albino with void-like eyes.
It majors in psychology and went to the same college as Horizon. This is related to his special talent,,, but that isn't released yet. :)
Still horribly enamored with Horizon and follows him around and studies him.
Horizon doesn't mind hymn and honestly knows somethings not right with Seraph, but he doesn't really care and actually likes to study Seraph back. (and seraph couldnt be happier about it, tbh)
Not a lot changes about Seraph, in all honesty. Hy doesn't really belong in the ALNST universe, what makes you think hy'd belong in the modern universe?
The things that do change, like it's echoing voice and it's staticky/distorted laugh, are gone because it personally stopped using them.
It's style is... elegant goth with some... cyber goth? Kinda strange and hard to describe but he does understand the morals and values of goth culture and music and upholds those values.
Lowkey an anarchist but you didn't hear that from me.
He is Horizon's roommate.
Seraph likes to believe their mutual studying of each other is what a romantic relationship entails.
Horizon spoils Seraph a lot... he has to do something with the money he gets from NASA.
He still does not like animals or Ichor.
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Ichor:
He is still a catboy. He's not even like... a kemonomimi. He's just a fucking catboy.
If not an actual catboy, he would be a therian and/or kemonomimi. (kemonomimi directly translates to animal ears i believe? kemonomimis are just people who enjoy wearing animal ears/tails.)
He is also Asian! (South Korean)
Has a lot of mixed aesthetics, but enjoys crossdressing (in a cute way) and ouji fashion/lolita.
Autistic with selective mutism and is nonverbal more often than not. He is fluent in both ASL and KSL as well as spoken English/Korean. This is canon to the ALNST universe, but he is fully mute in canon.
Would probably be a professional gymnast. I'm talking like Olympics... professional.
Takes the fame from being a professional gymnast and becomes a content creator to show off his impeccable fashion sense.
100% dating and smitten with Briar. I'm assuming Briar would be a doctor in a modern au (akane, you can correct me if I'm wrong), and if that's the case, then Ichor would make a bunch of "woe is me, I need a doctor" jokes to Briar.
He'd immediately go to Briar if he gets hurt during performances.
Would actually be friends with Toki!! Both as a content creator and as a gymnast. They would get along very well due to overlapping interests, even more so when Ichor learns that Toki was mute for a long time.
Sometimes takes up gigs/jobs as a Sign Translator for both KSL and ASL.
Recognized as a Fashion Idol in Korea.
Frequently travels back and forth between South Korea and America due to this. ^ (his boyfriend misses him...)
Also did not go to college! He went straight into professional gymnastics and makes a living off of it! If he could go back to school, though, he would want to study the arts!
All of his hair is naturally white! He was based off of a white Turkish Angora cat, and since his hair was dyed against his will in ALNST, that wouldn't be the case in the MAU. He's only pink in his art because that's his color <3
Briar belongs to @aakaneeee <3
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Lys:
She is Creole and born and raised in Louisiana!
Fluent in both Cajun French and normal French. She was a French immersion kid! (as in she learned french as she learned english in school growing up)
An amazing cook and loves to cook for her family and friends.
Has a brother and a sister, but she is the oldest. She loves her family and is very protective over them, same with her friends.
A big party-goer and social butterfly, she is the life and light of the party. She stays humble about it, but she can't deny how nice it makes her feel that people like her so much.
Dominates karaoke like it's no ones business. She loves singing and was in the church choir growing up.
She grew up Catholic, but is currently Agnostic.
Still a lesbian, and is very open about it. She is a strong advocate for LGBTQ+ rights and goes to as many Pride Parades as possible during pride month.
LOVES HER GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!! EVEREST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Her favorite way to wear her hair is super long box braids with bright colored weave, usually orange or red, but she's done the whole rainbow before!
Majors in cosmetology!
Wants to be a fashion designer, and is also building a socmed presence!! Her childhood dream was to work at Hollywood as a SFX/Makeup artist! (She still kinda does, but is okay with working for any movie company, honestly)
Has a streetwear and Y2K aesthetic! She likes to explore a bunch of other fashion cultures, but normally ends up falling back to those two as a base/familiar ground.
Is really good friends with Clove! She knows him through Everest, who had befriended him in overlapping college courses. Clove approached Everest and became friends with him before she introduced Clove to Lys. They all like to hang out together :]
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Everest:
She is Australiannnnn!!!!
Still albino!
She does have the sensitive skin and eyesight in the modern world, though. She is not genetically modified, therefore she has really powerful glasses and is covered a lot.
Wears a lot of loose flowy clothing and big sunhats to protect himself from the sun.
Also still intersex!
Still feels 60% femme and 40% masc with very little in between. Doesn't mind being referred to as androgyne, but prefers either or, rather than in between.
She is sapphic and horribly in love with her girlfriend, Lys.
Is a lot less morally grey in a modern au and is a lot more like Luna Lovegood, one of her inspirations.
His morality in ALNST comes from the dystopian setting, being used as a toy for the segyein after winning, and being a pet in general. Since that doesn't happen in the modern day, he doesn't have that trauma to influence him.
She takes second place on most visibly autistic. (Ichor takes third)
Majored in Chemistry and wants to be a chemist.
Has overlapping classes with Clove and is friends with him!
Comes from a pretty wealthy family and was raised prim and proper. Her parents believed she'd be better off presenting as a boy, but once she realized her autonomy, she refused it entirely and told her parents that she will live how she wants and that her body is hers to dictate.
Her parents don't like that she switches back and forth between masc and femme, but she could not give less of a fuck and honestly does it a little bit out of spite.
He still loves his parents... kinda. He has the mentality of "they gave me life and raised me, I should be grateful andlove them all the same." He just wishes they weren't so bitchy over his body and what he does with it. They can't say anything either considering he plans on being a chemist, and they're both very fond of the idea that their child is smart and will bring in more money.
They're also lowkey homophobic and only give Lys a pass because they see Everest as a boy more often than not. They still don't quite like Lys because she is a full lesbian/sapphic and sees Ever as femme.
Enjoys travelling a lot!!
Has a socmed presence through Lys and appears as a duo with her a lot. People love them together and give them a lot of the stereo contrasting ship types (fire/ice, blue/red, black/white, etc)
It not famous on her own! I don't think she would actively seek out a socmed presence of her own and would be content with being featured on Lys' socmed. He was only famous in ALNST for winning s36, he did not ask for that.
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thats about it!! sorry its so long, but... i love my children... so...
anyways, taglist!! no pressure to respond <3 @rockwgooglyeyes @bluemoonscape @tsukacchako @starry-skiez @junebluues @yunoftheclouds @waterydream @pwippy @ivanttakethis @nottoonedin
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The Captain’s Log Prequel
A Captain Rex x OC: Mari Vontas Origin Story
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Chapter 4: Discoveries in Uncharted Space
Series Summary: Mari Vontas has spent nearly twenty years of her life rising to the surface of the bustling ecumenopolis of the Republic Capital planet of Coruscant. Now, about a year into the conflict known galaxy-wide as the Clone Wars, Mari finds herself on a Civilian Rights Committee serving closely under none other than Senator Padmé Amidala. Though her passion for justice fuels her professionally, her personal life has yet to catch up. That is, until a night at the clone bar 79s changes her passion for her job, her historically rocky love life and the trajectory of her destiny forever.
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Pairing: Captain Rex x OC Mari Vontas Word Count: 10k Series Rating: Explicit (18+ only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT) Chapter Summary: Mari and Rex's profound indulgence in each other has its roots in an unexpected place, from a near-death experience, with thoughts of a once unimaginable future on their horizon. Chapter Warnings: 18+ Explicit, NSFW, P in V Sex, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Language, Political References, References to Canon Plot, References to Canon, Mentions of the Ethics of War, Cloning and Clone Independence, References to Violence and Injuries
There was nothing about Mari’s surface-level life that she could ever fully grow accustomed to; not the sunlight shining on her face as it rose over the skyline and through her window, not the fact that her apartment was thousands of credits a month instead of government-supplied, and certainly not the fact that she had Republic senate transport readily available for her use whenever she wanted.
She was fully content to take the tram or local hovercabs everywhere. She had been an average citizen for most of her life so far–maybe less than average if she was honest with herself. A lift through the lower levels from a droid didn’t bother her the same way it would most of her coworkers, so when she suggested they hail a hovercab or take the tram home from the biggest senate event on the planet, Rex looked at her in disbelief.
They spent the entire ride to her apartment letting their hands wander just enough to explore each others’ bodies without disturbing the driver. Not that Mari cared particularly. She wasn’t the first girl to spend her late-night hours fooling around with a clone, and she certainly wasn’t going to be the last–especially not when he happened to be hands down the hottest hook-up she’d ever had.
His massive, armor-covered bicep slung over her shoulders as he pulled her tightly into his side, keeping her warm enough to stave off the chill of the cool night air. She normally loved watching the illuminated windows of Coruscant’s sky-level buildings pass by her as she made her way through traffic, but tonight her sights were focused elsewhere. 
Rex’s beautifully rounded jawline tensed as he focused on their surroundings. Now and then he glanced down at her, flashing her his cute little side smile and turning back to watch their commute to hide the blush on his cheeks. His deep brown eyes flitted over the changing landscape as they sped through the air like he was carefully watching for any danger that could pull him away from this moment and into action. 
More than anything, Mari wanted to throw herself into his lap again and steal all his attention away. Yet, watching him scan the world around them was equally as fascinating, and she would’ve paid as many credits as she had to watch him in action. He was a captain after all, so he must’ve been quite the intimidating man in battle. The Separatists wouldn’t stand a chance and she was sure his battle records probably reflected that.
By the time they arrived at her district, Mari was so turned on from watching him all focused and protective that she wasn’t even sure she could walk out of the cab. Well, that and the fact that she was understandably sore from taking him in that empty office only an hour earlier. She mustered up every ounce of strength she had left and followed him out of the transport, letting him take her hand to help her steady herself.
Rex tangled his fingers with hers and stepped forward, starting a leisurely pace to accommodate her. “So,” he started, looking around at the gilded, shimmering buildings that made up her block and laughed softly, “this is home huh? Fancy. Beats the hell out of our barracks.”
“It’s a lot more private if that’s what you mean.” she joked, pulling her dress up to allow her to move more easily. Rex looked at her knowingly and stopped, holding out his hand expectantly.
“Let me help you with that. Don’t want you to trip.”
“No no, it’s fine, really. I got it. I think I can handle holding some fabric.”
“I made it hard enough for you to walk as it is, c’mon let me help.” he chuckled, a twinkle of innuendo-laced mischief sparking in his pretty brown eyes.
Mari dropped her gaze to the street below, her messy curls falling lazily over her shoulder. Now she was the one blushing. “Fine, Captain. I will let you help me, but only because you owe me for ruining this in the first place.” She lifted the satin fabric high enough off the ground to expose her feet and handed him whatever excess he could hold.
He watched her carefully, his gaze roving over her curvy frame all over again. “Oh, I will make it up to you. I promise.” His eyes crinkled into little half moons when he smiled and Mari felt her belly tighten in response to what was clearly a more than suggestive promise. “But I think it might not end well for that dress, Mari. Not with how crazy good you look in it.”
“Oh, that’s ok. I have other things you might like seeing me in,” she replied, biting her bottom lip and blinking up at him innocently. “Or you know… not in.”
Rex’s brows raised and he shook his head in disbelief at his luck tonight. “Come on then, mesh’la. Take me home. You can show me around later.” He took a handful of her dress and urged her forward, ready to follow her lead toward her building only a few blocks up the path. She obliged and started on her way, practically skipping with excitement and swaying her backside more than necessary just to tease him.
They approached her skyscraper and snuck in the backdoor on the speeder platform, preferring to use the more private entrance set aside for the famous and wealthy to use unbothered by the public. It was perfect for sneaking someone out or, in their case, sneaking someone in. It took everything in Mari not to smother him in kisses in the lift up to her floor and by the time they got to her door, she was sure her desire for him must’ve been radiating off her in waves.
She jammed in her chaincode and her apartment doors slid open, the whole place illuminated by the neon signs that dotted the speeder lane her apartment overlooked. She stepped inside and Rex followed, the tamping of his plastoid boots on her solid marble floors filling the air. She flicked the lights on and set her stuff on the shelf, removing her heels and shrinking down another few inches. Rex ran his hand down her arm, reminding her of just how much she had wanted him to get her out of this dress again. Instead, he slowly walked past her, looking around at the size of her place and taking it all in.
Her hallway was dotted with her favorite flimsis of herself and her friends. A large circular portal door marked entry into the main room, a living room with a deep purple flat cushioned sofa and floating white caf table in front of a holoscreen she watched all her favorite shows on. A small white island divided the living room and the kitchen, where an unopened box of groceries sat waiting to be organized into place. Her bedroom door was just beyond the living space off the hallway on the other side and though she was itching to pull him in there, he clearly enjoyed looking around.
“Welcome to my place.” she declared awkwardly, never quite feeling or even believing that it was hers sometimes. “Sorry, I didn’t clean up much. It was a rough week.”
He stopped in the center of her living room to look out the massive circular window onto her small balcony and turned back at her in amazement. “This whole place is just yours? It’s amazing.”
“Thanks. I love it, but it can feel a little too big sometimes. It’s much more than I’ve ever had before.”
“Yeah…a lot more than I’m used to.” he chuckled, “I mean I’ve got my own quarters. But most of the time I’m just on a cot. Don’t have time to make it feel like a home, you know?”
Oddly enough, she did know. She knew all too well.
After her parents died and she was put up in her republic sanctioned boarding house, she didn’t bother to decorate anything. It wasn’t home to her. A single bed in a single corner of a cold, stale building on the lower third of Coruscant wasn’t anything worth getting used to. Wherever else she and Siviee could find to hold up in always felt cooler than republic housing.
This was the first place that truly belonged to her and though she loved decorating it, it still didn’t feel real sometimes. As if she was inevitably going to be taken back underground to one of her secret hideouts any day now. Never staying in the same place long enough to call it home.
Yeah, she understood exactly what Rex meant, but she didn’t need to tell him that. Not yet.
“Makes sense.” She shrugged off the subject and made her way to the kitchen to put away the groceries that her building's protocol droid routinely dropped off at the end of every week. “At least you’ve got all your brothers around. Though having met your men, it seems like you’ve got your hands full,” she smirked, remembering how his men razzed him at the bar the first night they met.
Rex cocked his head in agreement, “And that wasn’t even close to all of them.” He stepped closer, looking nervously at her as if he needed to ask for permission to sit. She had to remind herself she was dealing with a soldier, he would probably do that a lot.
She smiled at him, pulling out a stool and nodding him toward it. “You don’t have to ask me to sit, Rex. You can do whatever you want with me. There are no rules here.” She didn’t mean that to come out as suggestively as it did, but she didn’t feel too inclined to take it back either.
“Uh- right. Just being polite.” he sputtered out with a sheepish grin, taking a seat and making Mari’s insides flutter at his endearing awkwardness. He was so out of his element here it was almost funny. He may not have ever stepped foot inside a civilian residence off the clock. He was like a deer in speeder glowbeams.
“So how many men do you lead then, Captain?” Mari asked as she shut the last of her groceries in her cabinets. “I’m supposed to know this, being a member of the Senate and all, but the details of the Grand Army of the Republic are still fuzzy to me.”
Rex set his helmet on the counter and crossed his arms, the plastoid clattering as he settled into the stool. “Well that depends. Technically, I am in charge of the entire 501st Battalion which is really a Regiment of 2,304 men. Most Battalions are 576 men. You only met some of the boys from Torrent Company , which is 144 men.”
Mari blinked at him dramatically in confusion. “How is anyone supposed to follow that ?” she laughed and leaned on the counter, letting her breasts spill out of the top of her dress just enough to keep things interesting.
He tried very hard to pretend not to notice, but his much slower response told Mari that her teasing was working. Just like before, she wanted to see how far she could push him before he’d make a move. She couldn’t always be the one doing all the work. She wanted to be reminded again of what he was made of.
“Well, as is the case with my General, we don’t. Technically a group our size requires a Clone Commander .” Rex pointed out, his focused stare beginning to wander other places as the lust expanded the dark depths of his pupils.
Mari’s not-so-innocent glare met his as her hands began to wander up the length of his arm while he spoke. She traced the scratches and deep gouge marks on the plastoid, her mind just as fascinated by the stories his armor told. “And you’re not a Commander? Certainly seemed like you could’ve been to me.”
She stepped closer, walking her fingers up his biceps and giggling softly. She unclasped the buckles of his armor, unceremoniously letting his shoulder pauldrons and his chest plate fall to the floor beneath them. He turned toward her instinctively and allowed her body to slot between his knees. “Our…our Commander is the General’s Padawan. I was with her earlier. Besides, I prefer being a Captain…more-more hands-on.”
“That’s the idea.” Mari quipped, sliding herself now chest to chest with him and practically eliciting a whine out of him. “I seem to recall you being very…very good with those hands.” she carefully ran her hands down the length of his arms, removing the last of the armor on his upper body. The standard black issue body glove clung to him in all the right places and highlighted the dips and curves of his muscles beautifully.
Rex exhaled to calm himself, unclasping the armor on his lower half to remove it as well, and grinning at her as she groomed his ego. “I am. They…uhm…the boys count on me. The General trusts me to lead them all, even as a Captain. It’s more work than most Captains ever get, but I’m good at it. I love a challenge.”
“That’s a lot of weight to carry, blondie,” Mari joked, running her fingers along the pale blond fuzz at the nape of his neck. She traced her touch along knots formed along the broad line of his shoulders over a brutal year of war. “on these big, gorgeous shoulders. I don’t know how you manage it all.”
His eyes explored her face, darting between the depth in her brown eyes to the part of her kiss-flushed lips. He chuffed as he smiled half-heartedly, “That’s what my training was for. Besides, all that helps me do this.” Suddenly, his broad hands slid behind her back, hoisting her up onto her counter with ease and sliding her waist flush with his.
Mari giggled in both nervousness and anticipation, watching the familiar lust return to his pretty face. He rested his forehead on hers, pure passion simmering within him waiting for a spark to start the fire again. She could practically feel the blood pumping him full against her center and she slowly exhaled to let the tension build. His focus on her was so powerful it was almost intimidating, but his dominance over her gave her a rush she couldn’t help craving more of.
After a few tantalizing heartbeats and Rex’s battle-worn hands caressing the dip of her waist over her dress, she steadied herself on an elbow and cupped his cheek with her hand. “Well, if there’s anything I can do to relieve your stress-” Mari licked her lower lip and smirked up at him devilishly.
“I’ve got a few ideas.” He muttered, his other hand sliding further up her thigh underneath the blue satin hem. Mari’s chest heaved as her pulse raced faster and Rex stole a pretty obvious glance down at her breasts threatening to pop out of her dress. “If you’ll have me, of course.”
“You can have anything you want, Captain.” She trailed her fingertips down the thick corded vein in his neck, his pulse pounding beneath her touch. The tension in him was wound far tighter than his soldier’s composure would ever betray. She gripped the duraweave fabric clinging to his broad back and tugged upward, motioning for him to remove it. He smirked up at her and followed her unspoken orders, removing his top and tossing it into a heap on her floor. As Mari’s touch ghosted down the tight muscles of his chest and rippled over his abdominals, his weighted palm hooked into the crease of her upper thigh.
“I know what I want...” he muttered as if to declare it to the galaxy for maybe the first time. His fingertips traced across her hip bone and he dragged them tantalizing slowly down her soft skin. “To return the favor, mesh’la.” He smiled, tipping her chin in his other hand and drawing her attention to the passion in his eyes.
Mari let out a surprised sigh as the tension snapped and Rex closed the tantalizing space between them. She let her lips part and his tongue slipped inside, sliding over hers with calculated reverence. His lips were smooth, the faintest hint of champagne still lingering from the gala earlier. He took silent breaths each time he broke for air, goading her into chasing after him for more.
His hands worked twice as hard as his tongue, meticulously working to move her dress out of his way and sliding the delicate straps off her shoulders. His bare fingertips ghosted up her inner thighs, making her shudder the closer he ventured to her center. Mari couldn’t help the way her hips bucked closer to him, desperate for him to feel the heat he was already coaxing out of her.
“You always so needy?” he whispered between kisses, letting his other hand tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck as he held her.
“Oh you have no idea.” she giggled, letting her head drop back to give him easier access to her neck. He took the hint, breaking from her lips to lave his hot tongue along her jaw. She gasped, breaking into a delighted smile as his hand slid further down her back. “Especially looking like you do.”
“Is that so?” he teased, his tongue tracing down the corded vein in her neck. “I could have a lot of fun with you…” His lips closed in on the hollow of her neck, sucking what would no doubt turn into a massive purple mark on her skin. “Could tease you and make you wait hours.” he chuckled, his fingers catching the latch of her bra and snapping it open easily.
Mari whined pathetically, her free hand rushing to grip his bicep. “Please don’t.” she pleaded, catching his eye as he backed up to slip the bra off her chest. He smirked, gently twirling one of her fallen curls around his finger. He moved it aside slowly, brushing it off the curve of her breast so he could cup it in his hand.
He smiled at her appreciatively and ran the pad of his thumb over her pebbled nipple. Dipping back down into the crook of her neck, he traced down to meet where his hand cupped her breast, leaving hot kisses in his wake. “Don’t worry, mesh’la, I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” he muttered, popping off the plush of her breast so hard it was sure to break the blood vessels underneath. “No man could be that strong, trust me.”
“Good because I don’t want to waste another second without feeling you.” Mari said, her free hand scratching along the hair on the back of his neck. She gasped as he suckled her nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling around and sending shivers up her back. “ Oh Rex .”
He hummed with amusement, letting his strong hand massage her other breast lewdly. “You like that hmm?” He looked up at her with a smirk, his breath across her spit-slick skin making her nipples harden at the sudden cold. “Can’t help but worship ‘em. Your tits are fucking perfect.”
“Just like the rest of me?” she quipped, not quite ready to let him win yet. Her back arched as he turned his attention to the other breast, leaving another purple mark to match the first. He hummed in confirmation, his wandering hands now bunching up the fabric at her waist in a decisive effort to remove it.
“Exactly. I see why you’ve got all that confidence I like so much.” he smiled up at her, fiddling with the side zipper on her dress and finally sliding it open. “Those stuffy idiots you work with should appreciate you more. We certainly would.” With a firm tug he motioned for her to wriggle her hips and he slid the dress right off of her. “Bold, outspoken, funny, smart…we clones always take notice of someone like you.”
His palms ran gingerly down her bare sides like he was carving the shape of her from his own imagination. Trailing kisses down her stomach, he let each one linger the closer he got to her core. His warm breath coaxed the flames of the burning desire now swirling in her belly just like they had before. He could work her into a frenzy just like this, so tenderly and so easily. It was a nice change of pace from men in her past who spent practically no time prepping her this intimately before sex.
“You always talk so much? I bet you say such nice things to every girl who likes you.” Mari challenged, biting her lower lip while his hands massaged at the curve of her backside. She could feel his smirk against her skin as he gripped her ass harder.
“Only if it’s someone who deserves to hear it,” he muttered sweetly, kissing just below her navel and turning his grip inward to run over her inner thigh cautiously. “You act like I do this often.” Rex giggled, shaking his head at her in disbelief. She was always someone who took a lot of convincing, especially after all that men had done to her.
“I know what most clones get up to on shore leave. It’s my job to know.” Mari laughed, her breasts bouncing as her chest heaved. Rex couldn’t look away, losing his train of thought as he stared longingly. “Who do you think makes sure the Republic pays the subsidies so 79s can stay open?”
Rex’s brows raised in surprise. “On behalf of my men, you have our eternal thanks, but I lost interest in that kinda thing the second I was made captain. Don’t usually have the time for fun like that…or other things.” He glared at her, almost as if he was trying to reassure her through eye contact alone.
From Mari’s point of view, she had a gorgeous, half-naked, decorated clone captain situating himself between her legs and touching exactly the right places to drive her crazy. Either he had done this loads of times before or this was the fate of the universe bringing exactly the right person to her. After being given absolutely no favors in life and never being graced with the force’s mystical abilities, Mari was far more inclined to believe the former. She could never be that lucky.
They stared at each other for a few tantalizing heartbeats until slowly Rex gripped her inner thigh, his kisses following his hands into the crease. “Don’t worry, mesh’la. I know a guy doesn’t come across someone like you every day.”
Mari shivered as she watched Rex inch ever closer to where she wanted his attention. He slowed down, dragging things out to let the tension build, but keeping his movements slow and his eyes on her. Her heart was pounding, making her cunt gently throb to the rhythm of her pulse. She wanted him to have her all over again and the look in his eyes gave her no indication that he planned on stopping.
Rex backed up, maintaining his mesmerizing gaze as he exhaled a long pent-up hiss. His warm roughened palms slid up the insides of her thighs to just graze the bare skin of her core. “Mari-” Mari’s breath hitched in her throat as he looked down at where his hands rested. He drew little soothing circles against her skin with his thumb and waited for her attention again. “Do you trust me?”
What he was suggesting was a thousand times more intimate than most of the things she’d done with men she had actually dated . She’d only known him a week, give or take a few rotations. Yet, he waited for her approval. He checked in with her and went at a pace she was comfortable with. The haze of lust darkening his brown eyes was as enticing as it was honest and endearing. Suddenly, she was never more sure of anything in her life.
“Yes.” she whined, reaching for something to hold on to and finding his hand already there to receive hers. He kissed each knuckle softly before settling to his knees. Mari parted her thighs and trembled as she exposed her bare core to him. He inhaled sharply, his eyes glazing over with want as she showed him what he had been longing for.
He settled her hand down onto the smooth counter surface and stroked his palm along the inside of her thigh, dangerously close to her heat. Turning his attention toward the delicate exposed skin, he placed painfully light kisses closer and closer to her center.
“My pretty girl…” he muttered, kissing just along the outer folds and making goosebumps erupt across the expanse of her satiny smooth skin. “I want to make you feel as good as you deserve.” The pad of his thumb gingerly traced patterns just above her clit, letting her anticipation build even more. “Like you’re the only person in the galaxy who gets to know pleasure like this.”
His gaze locked with hers, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and just barely grazing the node. Mari let out a shaky exhale, her lower half trembling as excitement and adrenaline overtook her. His eyes blazed with determination and he didn’t look away for a second as he calculated his next move. With a deep exhale that sent his heated breaths of anticipation along her wet lips, he leaned in, pressing a solid kiss to her clit.
“Oh Rex…more kisses… please ,” Mari whined impatiently, feeling the prickling heat of desire rushing into her lower belly all at once. He hummed in satisfaction, the sensation only adding to the tingling at her core. Slowly, he dotted kiss after kiss on her sensitive clit, each one lasting a little longer than the last.
Unsurprisingly, he was just as good with his tongue as he was with his fingers a few hours ago. He held her eager hips down with one hand and parted her folds with the other. His lips wrapped around her clit, earning a high-pitched mewl as it made tingles spread outward from her core. He suckled gently, his fingers circling her wet entrance to tease her more. “That’s it, mesh’la. Taste so good. You want me in that pretty pussy again, don’t you?”
“Mhm. I’m ready, Rex. Take whatever you want. I’m yours.” she whined, rolling her hips toward him for more. His palms slid outward along her inner thighs, holding her steady to prevent her from picking up the pace.
“I know you are, Mari. And you’re such a good girl for me, but we have time and I want to give you the attention you deserve.” Rex cooed, leaning in to kiss her clit again and pressing his tongue firmly against the swollen node. She shook with anticipation, the heat swirling in her lower belly rapidly pooling at her entrance. She tried to writhe for more, but his hands held her steady.
His tongue lapped over the bud with increasing speed, strands of saliva dripping down between her folds illicitly. Mari moaned as the tension carried her higher, her back arching off the cool stone of her countertop. She laid out before him, fully naked, dripping with want, and totally at his command. It was filthy and forbidden and she loved it.
One of her hands gripped at the frictionless stone behind her, the other scratching along the rippling muscles of his bare shoulder. His tongue delved lower with each pass, parting her folds and tasting the wetness coating them. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he enjoyed more of her.
“You’re…so good at that… Rex .” Mari whined, her thighs beginning to shake as the tension in her belly tightened even more. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, but the racing of her pulse only made her cunt throb harder.
Rex’s gaze flicked up to watch her tits shifting lewdly with every movement. “I know,” he said as he chuckled with satisfaction. “I can tell.”
He was eating her out like he’d been starved for years and in his defense he probably had been. Clones didn’t often have time for foreplay at all, much less like this. Mari watched him through her lustful gaze. His brows screwed together in determined concentration, his pupils blown wide with desire and that signature grin on his face combined to make him so irresistibly attractive it made her body overheat.
Her opening fluttered around his tongue, just beginning to dip down inside her. White hot desire flared down her spine and she moaned so loudly she was grateful they were alone this time. Rex chuckled in smug satisfaction, the vibrations making Mari shudder with delight all over again. “You’ve been dripping for me since we left the gala, haven’t you? All over that cab too?”
Mari couldn’t vocalize a response anymore. She could barely do more than nod at him. He was overwhelming her much more quickly than before and she was sure one of those wide, strong fingers of his entering her would be her undoing. Just as she thought it, one finger replaced his tongue, slipping inside her opening with ease. Her walls received him eagerly, siphoning him deeper within her and making her whimper at the intrusion. “R-rex…I can’t-can’t take much more.”
He was too lost in her to register her words and he swore under his breath at the feeling of her slick now coating his fingers. “Say that again ,” he asked, licking another stripe over her clit. “My name. Say my name like that again. Sounds so good when you say it.” He pulled back and let a second finger enter with the first, his thumb gently padding her clit to keep the steady burn rising.
The familiar haze of climax was beginning to form inside her and she was barely conscious enough to remember her own name. But she wanted to please him and to let him know that if he kept treating her this well, she’d give him anything he asked. “Rex,” she moaned loudly, the sound making him chuckle with dark satisfaction, “Rex I’m so close.”
He curled his fingers inside her, massaging the spot that she had only ever been able to find on her own. Mari cried out in pleasure, droves of curses following as he prodded at the same spot in perfect rhythm with his circles on her clit. “Right there… fuck ..r-right there.”
Rex's brow furrowed with determination and he let out a few curses of his own as he kept at his mind-melting pace. “See? I know exactly how to take care of you, don’t I? Want to make you cum the way only I can. Can you do that for me, mesh’la?”
His fingertips fluttered against the spot inside her that made her see stars and she could feel the heat inside starting to overwhelm her. Everything about him was making her hot and she wanted nothing more than to give him what he so clearly desired. She whimpered, meeting his gaze as he let his tongue swirl over her clit again. “Cum for me, Mari. All over my fingers so I can taste you, pretty girl.”
Mari’s heart was pounding in her chest, the thumping rhythm of her pulse reaching a crescendo as she locked eyes with him. The passion in his eyes as he devoured her was such a stark contrast to the gentle, complimentary, polite nature he had always shown her. This side of him was maddeningly sexy and more seductive than any soldier-any man -she had ever known. His eyelids hooded in overwhelming desire as he suckled at her clit one final time, watching carefully for her reaction as he pressed his fingers up into her spot again, hard.
Her high collided with her at blinding speed, making her vision go white and a fantastic wave of sizzling tension melt down the entire length of her body. Her opening fluttered around his fingers, her walls clamping down on them inside and flooding her molten heat into his waiting palm. She sang out moans that would’ve made lewd holovid actors jealous and that she was absolutely positive she had never made for any other man before in her life. Mari’s fingers desperately scraped the smooth marbled countertop for something, anything to hold onto as her entire body convulsed with pleasure.
Instead, she was met with the warmth of his free hand again, his fingers tangling with hers and his thumb caressing the soft skin as she rode out her climax. “Easy, cyar’ika. I’ve got you. So fucking pretty watching you cum. Breathe and enjoy it. I want you to remember this the same way I always will.” He muttered, his fingers inside her still very slowly stimulating her as the spasming in her walls slowed.
All the heat in her body was replaced with the pleasant feeling of floating and finality she always experienced after any encounter she’d ever had. Yet none of them ever felt quite as all-consuming as this. If there was ever a way to know what floating in uncharted space felt like, Mari imagined it was something like this.
She giggled with delight, letting her every nerve ending feel the spark of pleasure he had brought her to. There was nothing else in her atmosphere but him. He surrounded her in every way and would keep her in this state of blissful balance for as long as he could.
“Wow…Rex.” she smiled at him, “get up here and kiss me.” Both of her hands grabbed for him this time and he slowly rose to his feet. His chin glistened with her wet release and he lifted her still boneless body into his arms to hold her steady.
“That good huh?” he shot her a cocky smirk, reaching up to wipe his chin with the back of his palm. Before he could, Mari grabbed both his cheeks in her hands and planted a sloppy kiss on him, licking the taste of her off of his lips. He tangled his hands in her hair, his tongue twisting with hers and savoring the taste of her pussy on both their tongues.
Mari broke from the kiss gasping and cleaned off the rest of his face with the pad of her thumb. “So, so unbelievably good.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight. “So good…that I don’t think I want it to end just yet. If that’s ok with you, Sir.”
Rex chuckled mischievously, “oh you want more , my filthy mesh’la?” he growled playfully, kneading her bottom in his hands. He turned them both around, looking for her bedroom door and finding its location with relative ease. “That can be arranged.”
Her thighs tightened their hold on his waist and she leaned back in his grasp to look at him eye to eye. “Ah ah…but this time I call the shots. I still have to put you in your place for earlier. My poor dress, what a shame,” she playfully tutted, scolding him softly.
His brows raised in surprise, “Yes ma’am. Whatever you say.” He smirked, a twinkle of mischief and excitement sparking in his eyes. He moved to her room faster than his perfectly engineered body could carry him, Mari continuing to dot his neck with little kisses.
She could feel his growing thickness against her bare center, the familiar warmth making her body ache for more of him all over again. Dragging her kisses to just below his jawline, she shifted her weight to pull him further into her room. He stopped in the doorway, grabbing her cheek and turning to lock her into another kiss.
He wanted her, she could feel it in the strength behind his kisses and the urgency in his steps. Faster and faster his heartbeats pounded against where her chest met his. Between broken kisses, he muttered the directive he needed, “Where…do you…want me?”
Mari pulled away, glancing at the state of her room behind her. She didn’t have much time to clean before she left for the gala earlier, but it wasn’t untidy. She couldn’t stand a messy bed, so naturally, that was their best option, thankfully. Rex suckled at the juncture where her jaw met her neckline, making her gasp out loud right before she could answer him. “B-bed,” she smiled, her hands dropping to grip his bicep. “Lay down for me.”
His dark eyes flitted around the unfamiliar room, finding her bed toward the back right wall. Humming in satisfaction he rasped, “Hmm, like it when you give me orders.” Mari giggled in response, unable to hide the blushed heat rising in her cheeks. He made his way toward her bed, spinning to seat himself down on the side of it.
Slowly, she slid her palms down his arms, working to get hold of his hands as she rolled her hips against his lap. “Well then tonight I can be in charge of you, Captain,” she whispered, her voice husky with lust. Her fingers wrapped around his wrists and she threw him down beneath her, pinning his arms above his head. “Understand?”
He exhaled shakily, his cock twitching against her heat and his eyes hooding with want. “Perfectly.” He rolled his hips up into her, the straining cloth of his bottoms catching her clit cruelly. “I’m all yours, gorgeous.”
She sat herself up, flattening her palms onto his lower torso. Her fingertips traced the cushioned muscles, following the subtle dips and curves of his abs until she reached his bottoms. “Since you love teasing me with these, better get them off you.”
Rex snorted, “you act like that’s a punishment for me.” He lifted his hips allowing her wiggle room to slide his black duraweave bottoms down his thighs. He shuddered as she palmed him over his briefs. Her hands stroked the length of him, eager to make him feel as good as he had her.
“Be careful, soldier. I can make it one if you really want me to.” She dipped her head down to where her hands were, eager to leave her faint lipstick stains on the strained fabric of his briefs. Rex nodded at her, following her intention to its logical conclusion and swallowing thickly as he waited in anticipation. She smirked, leaning forward to press a heavy kiss on his still-clothed tip. His head tipped back onto her mattress, sighing in delight as she let the trail of kisses travel down his shaft.
“Fuck…really like that. Such a little tease, aren’t ya.” He groaned, his deep voice gravelly and low as primal desire took over. His thighs shifted uncomfortably, desperate to have her touch him more.
Mari curled her fingers beneath the hem of his briefs and tugged them down slowly, her lips dragging kisses back up his length to meet his now bare tip. Grazing his sensitive head with her tongue, he gasped and bucked his hips into her. His hands flew to her head on instinct, slipping into her hair and holding on as her touch lingered.
She had absolutely no intention of making him wait any longer or prepping him any more than he already was. She needed his perfect, throbbing cock filling her now. But he didn’t know that. His hands cupped her cheek and slipped falling strands of hair out of her face, thinking that more delightful torture was imminent.
Instead, Mari sat up, sliding his bottoms fully off him and letting his cock slap up against his torso. “Oh normally I can be. But I can’t wait anymore to have you.” She slung her leg over his waist, straddling him fully and grabbing his sides for balance. He looked up at her in very thankful awe, resting his hands on her widened thighs.
He stared up at her, his gaze unbreakable and focused and his endearing smile growing on his handsome face. “Me neither,” he muttered, sliding his palms along the curves of her hips to grip her waist. Those beautiful brown eyes of his were never more honest than when they were looking at her and her heart jumped into her throat as the moment froze them both in time for a few breaths.
She broke first to line her entrance up with him, hovering above him torturously and jerking her hips along his length to slick him with the wetness coating her folds from her previous climax. Mari inhaled sharply, her body so desperate to feel him again it was making her shake. His reassuring hands on her waist and hip bone kept her grounded in the moment.
“Easy, my mesh’la, easy. I’ve got you. Take as much time as you need. Look so fucking good like this. Like a perfect dream for me.” His deep voice was as soothing as it was arousing and it gave her the strength she needed to settle herself down on top of him.
A garbled groaning sound cut off his words as she slipped his cock past her entrance. She carefully bobbed her hips up and down, easing him further and further into her heat with each shift of her hips. Her brows knitted together and her lips dropped open in a silent moan as she absorbed the delightfully painful stretch of him inside her again.
Mari could barely find the strength to move. He was huge , somehow feeling even bigger than earlier in this current position. With her every breath he shifted deeper into her and she whimpered as she finally felt him bottom out, her thighs splayed apart on either side of his toned waist. “S-so…big.” Her eyes rolled back and she bit her lower lip as her walls involuntarily contracted around him.
She was so much more sensitive this time. He speared into her so deep it was like he was rooted to her very core. She’d taken her fair share of sizes in her life. Nothing, nothing , felt like he did. The blood pumping him thick made him throb against her walls so strongly she could practically feel his pulse. His cock’s slight curve upward reached everywhere inside her that no other man ever had. He was perfect. He was made that way and he was hers. Right now, he was all hers.
Rex was desperately trying to pull himself together. Words weren’t finding his normally perfectly slick tongue and he looked wrecked with overcoming lust. His hands gripped her waist so hard she was sure she was already bruising and she didn’t care. She wanted to wear the way he held her for the rest of time if she could.
All of this overwhelming pleasure and she hadn’t even shifted a single bit yet. As she rose up and arched her back, the absence of him in the deepest depths of her cunt made tears prick in her eyes instantly. Almost immediately, she sat back down on him fully again. She moaned this time, loudly. The fullness making the heat in her belly feel so good she couldn’t help herself.
She lifted up again, this time finding a rhythm aided by his arms holding her up gingerly. The downright divine friction of his cock splitting her walls open repeatedly had her ravenous. The coiling in her belly furiously ignited the passionate flames of molten desire she’d only known since him. Over and over she rose and fell on top of him, riding his perfect, pounding cock as fast as she could handle.
Rex found his composure far sooner than she could, remembering his strength as her ever-tightening walls pushed his all too human instincts to kick in. He held her with both hands now, guiding her up and down the way he liked and carrying some of the weight to ensure she never tired. She was grateful for that because with how much strength it took her not to collapse immediately onto his chest, she needed the help.
“Rex. I…can’t stop…” she gasped, the rising heat making a sheen of sweat break out over her tan skin. The sounds of skin slapping skin filled her apartment, only broken by the groans and high-pitched whimpers leaving them both. “So deep. I love it just like this.” She reached for his hand and placed it on her breasts, begging him to touch her all over just to add to the pleasure.
“You’re fucking beautiful riding my cock. Such a good girl. Telling me how you like it, taking whatever you want from me. Use my cock. I want you to feel so good.” he urged, rolling her nipple between his fingers and groaning as her walls tightened around him in response.
“I feel…amazing. You’re so good, Rex. So…so good. Love how you fill me.” Mari cried out, grinding her hips down on top of him and watching his strength falter as he bottomed out inside her again. “Fill me better than anyone else, Rex. You’re perfect for me,” she admitted, throwing her head back and moaning loudly as he spanked her cheek playfully.
“I know I do. Want you to feel it all, mesh’la. I wanted to fuck you like this the second I met you. Fuck you so deep you forget everyone else. I wanted to make you mine.” he groaned, sitting up suddenly and wrapping his arm around her waist. Mari bucked her hips into him, the hairs around the base of him catching her clit perfectly and making her whine desperately in pleasure.
“I…I am yours. Fuck me like I’m yours, Rex. Only yours.” she begged, speeding up her hips and grabbing his face in her hands. She wanted to look him in the eye this time. She wanted to see his eyes as he took her away to bliss. The heat between them made their sweaty bodies frictionless and all Mari could do was chase her high against his lap.
Rex met her gaze with fiery determination, holding the hair at the nape of her neck and sharing his every breath with her as their thrusts met in unison. Asking him to make her his was all it took to blast his remaining composure to oblivion. His hips rocketed to life, snapping up to meet her bucking hips. Their volcanic climaxes rocketed toward each other with cataclysmic impact.
“Fuck, I’m…I’m cumming, Rex .” she moaned, looking into his eyes as her climax began to spread through her. She completely lost herself, resting forehead to forehead as the drag of his cock inside of fluttering walls made her vision white and overheated chills roll down her body from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. Her every nerve was set alight with a powerful tingle that dissolved into stardust every time his cock buried into her core. Hot, thick, and tearing her apart, she felt the tension burst, her walls collapsing around him in torturous delight.
He growled, low and so resonant it vibrated in her chest, “You’re all mine, mesh’la. Only mine.” He pressed into her one final time, pausing there as his cock spasmed inside her grip and emptied full ribbons of himself inside her more times than she could count. With an outpouring of curses and the softest whimper of her name, he shuddered a few more times and collapsed on the bed behind them.
Mari pulled off him slowly and gently, sitting back on her palms and spreading her thighs open to let his spend drip out of her fluttering opening obscenely. She panted, moaning softly and smiling up at him as she watched the mess he made of her. “All yours.” she repeated, watching as he smirked up at her with tired satisfaction at his handiwork.
She fell back into bed, laying on her back as she enjoyed coming down from one of her best climaxes ever and by far the best sex she’d ever had. After finally catching her breath, she rolled over on her side, resting her head on Rex’s pillow and drowning herself in the growing comfort of his scent. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her by the small of her back into his side tightly. His chest rose and fell steadily, the exertion barely making him winded at all.
His dark skin was covered in a sheen of sweat that somehow made him look more gorgeous than before. She rested her hand on his chest and traced patterns over his scars with her fingertips. It was hard for her to avoid the obvious question of how he’d gotten the newest one. Her gentle motions on his skin stopped as she wondered and Rex looked down at her quizzically.
“You ok?” he pondered, the back of his forefinger stroking the dip of her bare waist.
“How did it happen?” she muttered, gesturing to the scarred edges of the now-healed wound with her fingers.
He sighed, “Oh this? Well since it kept me from this for a week, I should tell you the story.” He chuckled dismissively, but stopped when he saw the look of concern on Mari’s face.
“Right. We were chasing General Grievous, he’s one of the leaders of the Separatist Droid Army,” he started explaining when Mari interrupted him.
“Oh I am well aware of who he is,” she said with disgust, rolling her eyes and nodding at him to continue.
“Yeah, so we had ‘em on the run. Their ship was crashing and we were so close to finding him on the planet Saleucami. Just as we were close to tracking them down on speeders, I took a hit to the chest. Probably a Commando droid. Knocked me off my speeder.” he shuddered just slightly enough for Mari to notice and she tightened her grip on his bicep protectively.
He looked down at the scar, breathing deeply once or twice to compose himself again. “Kix and Jesse found me. Took care of me. I wanted to keep going. But the blaster wound was pretty bad. I had to stay behind. Jesse and I came across a farm a few cliks west of us and decided we could ask for some rations, water, shelter or something. And uh well-” he blinked, his brows knitting together in confusion.
“Well what? You found something?” Mari asked, unable to hide her intrigue. He was actually a pretty good storyteller.
“The Farmer. He was a brother. A clone . Had his own land, crops, a home, a wife…kids..everything. All because he deserted the war. You know, clones can get brought in and court-martialed for that.” Rex explained, looking at Mari with an expression she couldn’t quite read this time.
“You can’t be serious. The GAR’s not going to imprison someone because they chose a different life for themselves. That’s insane.” Mari scoffed, sensing Rex himself may not have realized the lunacy of that being labeled a crime until recently.
“That’s the law, Mari. It’s what we’re taught to do in the event one of us runs away from duty. Report them and let the Kaminoans or someone do the rest. I was pretty close to doing so, until the droids came and attacked us.” he sighed, his hand on her waist balling into a fist instinctually.
“Separatist droids attacked a civilian homestead?” she asked in disbelief, thinking of at least seven republic treaties that kind of action violated. Not that the Separatists cared about any Republic laws.
“Yeah, guess the clankers figured we were a threat to Grievous. They saw two clones and just went for us. I didn’t have much range of motion, but I was healed enough to at least protect the family. I owed that to him for harboring me until I healed.” he stopped and looked out the window at the dark sky illuminated with artificial light. Mari watched his expression harden, his jaw tightening as he reminisced.
“So what happened?” Mari asked, gently squeezing his bicep to bring him back to her. He closed his eyes and tipped his head to rest on the top of hers.
“The droids stood no chance against a man and his family. Especially not two clones. His family was fine and I healed up enough to leave the atmosphere again. But after what he, Cut–his name was Cut–showed me…the loyalty to his family, that unending ferocity in battle, it was exactly like what we were raised to do. He was still doing his duty, but for him it was personal. In a way that it isn’t for the rest of us.” He drifted off, as if the action he didn’t take was still weighing on him in some way.
“You didn’t tell anyone about him…did you?” Mari figured, holding her breath as she pieced together what had been bothering him. The secret he kept for his brother could get them both in trouble and it was against everything he claimed he stood for. He didn’t follow protocol and it was haunting him.
“No. I couldn’t.” he muttered, the admittance so quiet she could practically feel his shame. “Everything I have ever been taught tells me I should have. And yet, in the moment, it didn’t feel right. Working under General Skywalker, I am no stranger to breaking rules. We do it all the time. But this time I’m been struggling with it and I don’t know why.”
Mari thought about it from Rex’s perspective. As a commanding officer, he had to show an unwavering commitment to the cause in order to lead his men. If he, or any clones in his position, began to show too much deviation from the rules that made their duty so effective then the consequences must be severe. Possibly even deadly.
In Mari’s political world, the first thing Padme and Bail ever taught her is that just because something is a rule or a law, doesn’t mean it’s morally or ethically correct. The clones' existence as a whole was riddled with moral ambiguity and to keep them in line it seemed that the structure of their entire military relied on denying them basic ethics for life forms.
Cut somehow had come to realize that as a life form with independent thought and will, he was deserving of the same basic freedoms that all other natborns in the galaxy are inherently given. Most clones might never come to that same conclusion and she could see that, for Rex, this realization was hitting him pretty hard.
“Because in this case, the right thing to do is to break that rule.” Mari answered after a long period of silence. “Just because the GAR has rules to keep its structure doesn’t mean they’re always right. Cut made a decision to give himself a choice in the life he decides to live. The same choice you all should have as sentient life forms.”
“And it bothers me because following the rules means denying him his independence. I know we’re supposed to be committed to the war, but I can’t in good conscience betray my brother’s wishes like that. I have a loyalty to them above everything else.” he shook his head, his heartbeat now pounding under Mari’s cheek.
“Is this the first time you’ve met a brother who felt he didn’t want to live a life of war?” Mari reached for his hand and laced her fingers between his. He kissed the back of her hand and rested their joined hands on his chest.
“No. I knew another. A brother who felt that joining the separatists would help free us, but that was more of a betrayal. This is different. Cut wants a life of peace with a wife and a family. I can’t say I disagree. We all want that deep down.” he stopped, his eyes locking with hers immediately as she turned to look at him.
Mari wanted to say something more, a funny little quip about that being the reason he’s in bed with her. But all the words died in her throat as she saw the way he looked at her. He explored her face, his eyes darting back and forth as he focused on one feature and the next. Almost like he was trying his hardest to draw her face into his memory. Speeder light and neon floating signs outside her window reflected in the enticing depth of his deep brown irises, sparking them with the same fire she lit his heart with.
There were no words to explain this feeling. She couldn’t come up with them if she tried. Neither could he. His actions tonight, his presence in her apartment, in her bed with her right now, said it all. Whatever he and Cut had discussed on Seelos, it made him think of her.
On some level, if all clones were thinking about their individual lives beyond war, he was imagining what a life might be like with her . Maybe he was thinking about being something besides a soldier for the first time ever. He certainly deserved to find something to hope for after all he’d fought for already. Yet, never in a million lightyears did Mari think that something would be her. It was too huge. It made her feel too important.
She should be terrified by that much expectation, even if it wasn’t being explicitly stated to her. She should be getting up and asking him to leave since the physical part of their night was over. She should be backing away from yet another hopeless romance with nothing but probable disappointment on their horizon.
Yet, she didn’t move from his hold on her. She didn’t even want to.
“Well I’m glad you have something to look forward to.” Mari managed to whisper softly, tightening her hold on his hand and closing her eyes to nuzzle into his chest.
As she drifted off to sleep surrounded by the comfort of him, she heard one last low, satisfied mumble from deep in his broad chest. “Me too, mesh’la. Me too.”
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gomzdrawfr · 3 months ago
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Okay what furniture sets from ACNH (or other games) do you think the 141+ your oc's would have?
I did not know how extensive those furniture sets could get so that was a fun research
But I'm uh I'm not good at interior designing so idk some of these may suck XD I'm only more certain about my own OCs' tastes
Price - Log Series He's always giving me the cabin/lumber vibes for me so
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Gaz - mix of Sleek Series (New Leaf) and Modern Wood Series (New Leaf) To me, I always feel like Gaz has more of a mid-century modern vibes (I think the word is Bohemian mid-century aesthetic? basically vintage leather, wood panel, plants and rugs...just see the photo HAHA)
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Ghost - Simple Series He's...uh- yeah I mean I think he can survive with a fridge and a solid sofa as long as he has his guns around LMAO maybe a mattress when he needs to yk, fancy a shag or something
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Soap - Ironwood Series + Patchwork Series Tough one, I can't clock his vibes with the series available, so this is the closest I can decide on. I feel like he's also practical like Ghost, but also want to have a piece of comfort that might remind him of his childhood or home, so maybe the Patchwork bed + the other furniture in Ironwork Series.
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okay now for my babies
Raven - the fun answer is Ice Series (New Leaf, New Horizon one lowkey sucks LOL), the more rational answer is a mix of Antique Series and Imperial Series, because I think she does like collecting imperial items sometimes (especially lamps, she'll def collect the Exotic lamp and Exotic wall shelf)
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Fish - Sloppy Series Bro does not have his life together, so yeah he's not making his bed since he barely live in his flat, the med bay is his home now anyways
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Jelly - Mermaid Series It's cute, it's pink, it's ocean theme, that is 100% Jelly coded set
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B6 - mix of Log Series and Moroccan Series Like Raven, B6 also have affinity to collecting lights, and Moroccan lights and their pretty carpets are his fav (the game doesn't have said carpet but I'm just saying)
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Viktor - mix of Gorgeous Series (New Leaf) and Antique Series Old fashion rich villain, yep. Gorgeous chair feels velvet-like to me which yes he owns several, though I would say his theme would be more so black, gold and green. I added Antique because he also like wood furnitures.
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goldenworldsabound · 9 months ago
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F/O Takeover Post!
[link to my normal pinned post]
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[Transcript: Clayman, he/him. "Come one, come all! But remember to pay me proper respect, and call me lord, lest you incur my wrath."
Shiroe, he/him. "It's a pleasure to be here. I look forward to meeting all of you. Let's get along and have fun."
Below that are individuals with names - Footman, Tear, Laplace and Yuzu are under Clayman, while Naotsugu, Nyanta, Akatsuki, and Rudy are under Shiroe. Beneath them is another row with my OCs, Allen, Tara, Heather, Rx, Karma, Mengyao, and Xavier.
Lero Ro, he/him. "This looks interesting. I look forward to asking questions of my own."]
Typically I try to send an ask to anyone who sends me one before I respond to it! If I miss sending you one back please feel free to let me know. I am also down for rp between our faves and encourage it, hehe. Now, I'll let them introduce themselves (mostly under the cut!).
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Clayman: Welcome one and all to Wendy's F/O takeover for the month of November! I'm Clayman, and I will be your primary host as Wendy's King of Kings, the truest love of their heart! Shiroe is also here, assisting me or something. Pay him little mind.
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Shiroe: ah...no, we're cohosting, Lord Clayman. That's what Void said, isn't it?
Clayman: ...well, perhaps, but as I'm far more seasoned in such matters, you'll do well to follow my lead, human.
Shiroe: ...I see. Shall I introduce the others?
Clayman: as you wish. That is certainly a task that falls below me.
Shiroe: Void has also asked for some of their friends to participate. In the context of ff7 or log horizon, we have Karma, Xavier, and Mengyao. In the context of log horizon only, we also have Roxanne, Heather, Allen, and Tara! Please treat them kindly.
Shiroe: additonally, my fellow guild members Nyanta, Naotsugu, Akatsuki, and Rudy will be around, as well as some of Clayman's family.
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Clayman: ...what??? I don't recall inviting them-
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Laplace: you didn't, but Wendy always does, ya know? Don't give me that shocked face. Besides, ya know we'll always pop by to heckle ya about yer oh so sappy love~
Clayman: ...whatever, fine. And there you have it. Let the takeover officially commence!
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