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[bassforte]

Things I have learned:

1) My experience ISN’T universal.

2) It’s awesome to see everyone who’s put in the tags their experience has a different introduction! 👍

3) Damn I forgot about the Smash Bros Reveal

MEGA MAN FANS. Ok so I’m curious so we’re gonna make a poll.

Tried to be broad about it. Please lemme know in the tags how you got introduced. I’m wondering if my introduction is universal 👀.

[challenger-fan-club]

Patrick edging Art with edibles. Send tweet.

“Cmon, it’s just a brownie.” Patrick waves it in Arts face. “I know, I’ve never done it before and I don’t want to mess with my game.” Patrick rolls his eyes at him. “Stop being a baby, I spent all day baking, like im your wife. I promise it’ll be fine.” Patrick takes a bite to show Art it’s okay. “It’s weed, it’s not like you’re gonna try to fly or anything plus I’ll be here to look after you.” This was spring break and Art knew he was getting into Stanford. He didn’t want to go to college without having a bit of experience but it still made him nervous. Art is the guy to pay attention to all of the lessons about the effect of drugs and how weed can be a gateway drug. Art holds the plate that Patrick hands him and looks at him for reassurance. He did want to do it but conflict raged inside of him. “Art, I promise it’s good, it just spaces you out a bit. Gets you out of your pretty little head.” Art almost blushed at the thought that Patrick thinks he’s pretty. “Just have one, it might not even do anything.” Art picks up the brownie, it did just look like a treat. Patrick sat beside Art on his bed. “Trust me.”

Art takes a few bites of the brownie. It’s dry in his mouth as he chews as he finishes the smaller piece. Patrick smiles and budges him with his shoulder. “Good job.” Patrick leans back on Arts bed and puts the tv on and flicks to find something to watch. He uses Arts pillows to make himself comfortable and encourages Art to lean back. About thirty minutes go past and Patrick starts to feel the effects, laughing a bit harder at things which might not be funny. It’s taking time to effect Art. “I’m not feeling anything.” Patrick is leaning against the walls. “Have another bite, you took the edge so it might not have gotten to that bit.” Art doesn’t know any better and eats the brownie. He downs some pop that’s in the room to counteract his dry mouth. Another 15 minutes pass and Art is feeling more spaced out. The boys haven’t spoken, staring at the tv.

“You good?” Patrick smiles seeing Art slightly glazed over. Art nods, he’s made himself comfortable on the bed and leans his head on Patrick. “Sure you’re okay?” Art feels the warmth of his body and starts to feel relaxed. “I feel really happy.” Art mumbles and Patrick wraps his arm around Art pulling him closer. They’re close to lying together in the bed. Art starts to nuzzle into Patrick’s shoulder, rubbing his cheeks against his body. “Feels good.” Art smiles before looking up to Patrick. There’s a moment where the boys stare at each other. Patrick leans in slightly and keeps his mouth away from Art, just inches as they stare at each other. Art shuts his eyes and pulled Patrick closer. It’s not usual for Art to make the first move, with anyone let alone Patrick. Patrick takes the hint and starts kissing him. His mouth is also dry but the kiss is light to start. Art lets out a small moan and Patrick runs his hands through his hard and takes control, kissing him harder, using his tongue to meet in Arts mouth.

Patrick quickly sheds Arts clothes and makes him comfortable in the bed, repeatedly checking in that Arts okay. Arts eyes feel heavy but he doesn’t want Patrick to stop as he kisses his body. Patrick is very aware of Arts erection (as well as his own) and is taking every opportunity to push his body against Arts. “Are you sure?” Patrick kisses his chest, soft, so unlike his own. He wonders if Art shaves everywhere but Art puts his hand on the back of his neck. “Please. I need it really bad.” Patrick feels like he’s living in a dream as he reaches down to feel outside Arts boxers. Patrick sees he’s already made a wet patch, being so reactive to Patrick’s kiss and touch.

Patrick pulls his boxers off and Art wriggles out of his lying on the bed. His body feels heavy as Patrick starts to rub Arts tip. Arts already squirming just at the touch before Patrick spits, letting it run down Arts hard cock. “Ughhhh, mm.” Art is almost humping the air, waiting for Patrick to resume touching him. “Can I? I mean, can we?” Patrick’s fingers run along his balls and then down further down to his ass. Art nods enthusiastically, fighting to keep his gaze on Patrick. Patrick pulls a condom from the bedside table and places it beside him on the bed. He grabs lube before placing some on his fingers, teasing Arts skin. He places his mouth over his cock, sucking softly, running his tongue over him. He places his fingers at his entrance before slowly pushing them in. Art gasps, propelling his body up slightly, making Patrick take his cock deeper in his throat. Patrick gags slightly unexpectedly as he pulls back, telling him to relax as his fingers push deeper inside him. “Mmm feels good, faster.” Art begs as Patrick keeps the same rhythm. “I’ll make you feel so good, trust me.” He smiles as he withdraws his fingers. He rips open the package with his teeth before rolling the condom over his own erection. Art moans at the lack of attention for the brief time Patrick is away from him. Patrick lines himself up and rubs the outside of Arts ass. “Please, please god I want it so badly.” Art moans as Patrick watches him below him. He starts slowly, teasing himself inside of Art, allowing him to adjust. Art is already close and Patrick wants to keep him there as long as possible.

Patrick get into a rhythm, taking his thrusts slowly as Art moans. “Shit I’m close already.” Art bites his lip watching Patrick thrusts his hips into him. “I know baby. Just hold it, you’re being so good.” Patrick looks over to the plate of brownies. “You should have another one.” Patrick slightly worried that if he stops being high, he might want to stop. Art doesn’t want to stop. Art wants to live in this moment forever. He grabs one from the plate and puts it at Arts mouth. He starts to chew as Patrick keeps going. “Good boy. You’re so fucking good.” Patrick can’t stop complimenting him. He’s fucked up and looks so fucking pretty around his cock. He keeps glancing down at Arts hard cock, Art doing everything he can to get something to let him cum. Patrick wants to eek it out as long as possible.

Art moans like a girl, it’s high pitched and Patrick loves being the one to make him moan. “Faster please I want to cum.” Patrick stays at the same pace, hitting his sweet spot to make him moan. Arts moans get louder and Patrick keeps himself on the edge. He allows himself to move faster, not letting Art get too comfortable. “Aaaa, fuck that’s it Pat, fuck I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum. You’re making me cum.” Patrick slows again, hearing Art groan as it slows down. Art is on the verge of tears but Patrick is obsessed with the control he has over him. Patrick doesn’t stop his movements, he just takes it very slow. Patrick starts kissing him again, thrusting slow and slowly rubbing his tip. “Another bite baby.” Patrick whispers in Arts ear. Art already feels so good, he wants to do anything Patrick wants. “One more bite and I’ll let you cum.” Art is so hard and needs to cum so bad it’s starting to hurt so he takes another bite. He chews slowly and Patrick watches his jaw as he takes him slower, almost agony for both of them. “Swallow.” Patrick commands and the submissive in Art makes him want to please. Patrick kisses his neck as Art is blissed out when he swallows. “You’re so fucking hot like this, so fucking good, so fucking pretty taking my cock.” Patrick bites his neck and Art moans, his mouth is so dry from being open and moaning. “Please please I need to cum. Please.” Art begs. “Pat make me cum, I’m so close, I’ve been so good, I’ll do anything. I need it. Daddy pleaseeee.” Patrick groans so hard at Art calling him daddy. It wasn’t expected and Patrick fights to not let go right there.

“Is that what you want baby? Daddy to take care of you?” Patrick holds himself in front of Arts face, making him look at him in the eyes. “Yes please please.” Art doesn’t want to disappoint and needs to be told when he can cum. He’s so high and so needy. Patrick moves faster and holds Art down. He places his hands above his head as he starts to fuck him quicker. Arts fighting tears to hold himself back as he hears Patrick smacking himself inside of him. “Hold it, be good, you’re so fucking… good.” Patrick finds himself almost as close as Art but he doesn’t want it to end. “One more bite baby.” He reaches over and places it in Arts mouth. Art would do anything for release and he quickly swallows. “How do you feel?” Patrick checks in. “So good, so fucking good but daddy I need to cum. I need to. Please, please, please, please.” He can’t stop repeating like it’s a mantra.

“Cum for me. Make a mess.” Patrick finally lets Art finish as he pounds into him. “Thank you thank you thank you” Art moans as he finally releases so much on his stomach as Patrick watches. The sight of a ruined Art under him making him fill the condom inside of Art. Patrick is now panting as his thrusts slow, his legs are like jelly. “You’re so fucking perfect.” Patrick holds Arts face and Art blushes. “I can see why women just fling themself at you.” Art giggles as Patrick pulls himself from him. Art already missing the feeling of being full. “It’s never been like that with anyone else I can promise you that.” Art notes that he’s not referring just to women. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Art tries to get his breath back under control as he pats the bed beside him. “I just need to nip to the bathroom.” Patrick smiles. “Hurry back, I need you.” Arts eyes finally get heavy to close and Patrick rushes to the bathroom and back. Art is almost asleep when Patrick comes back. He’s almost pained when he sees his eyes are shut. “Cmere.” Art mumbles, lifting his head to let Patrick get under him. Art starts to nuzzle into him and kisses his chest. “Thank you.” Art mumbles. “Best first experience.” Patrick wonders if he means the weed or something else. “Thank you for trusting me.” Art smiles as he starts to fall asleep. Patrick is wide awake watching Art sleep, already thinking of making his next batch of brownies.

[cultofdixon]

Please, don’t leave

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Falling in love has its moments. With you and the youngest Dixon? Neither of you knew the other’s feelings. Life started to block that out…until the outbreak shook everyone still standing. Then as the gates opened, there you stood. • ANGST/SFW • TW: Anxiety Attacks / Past Abuse / Injuries / Scars / Canon Violence / Messy confessions • Flashbacks

Requested by: @ravenrose18

Once Y/N had finished barricading the door, she dropped her pack up against it before finally relaxing after running from a few mercenaries—at least that what she thought they were, and an approaching herd. Hence the barricading of the house she’s held up in until it passes.

She tiredly threw herself onto the couch in the room she was in, finding herself staring at the ceiling for an unknown period of time. Her exhaustion was starting to get to her the longer she laid there.

“Remember runnin’ from my old man?”

“How could I forget?” Y/N laughs bringing an arm behind her head for support. “Running from your dad was easier compared to mine. He didn’t like you”

“Mm. Yeah but at least I didn’t break your cheekbone before prom night” the youngest Dixon sat himself up against the couch fiddling with what looked to be a piece of tied string but it was a friendship bracelet he refused to wear. “Yea think you’ll make it out of here?”

“I’m still looking for you aren’t I?”

“Wouldn’t have to be looking if you didn’t run away in the first place” His words hurt, even if they were hers as she slowly fades into unconsciousness. “I’m still out there, bunny”

“You’re still out there…”

The youngest Dixon, Daryl Dixon, had one best friend in the world. Y/F/N Y/L/N. As sad as it was, you shared a lot in common with the whole abusive parent(s) making your life a living hell. But you had each other. It made life worth living having someone who understand and a gateway from the harsh reality.

But one night, Y/N ran away. From all of it. Leaving Daryl alone in the world to end up helping his brother with his illegal nonsense up until the outbreak happened. When he lost him too, he thought this was it for him.

Especially when his own arrow impaled him and the blood loss was too much.

Daryl did his best to keep awake, even if the world was sort of spinning due to the blood loss. He laid back for a moment, just a moment.

“You seem to be in a bit of a pickle, baby brother” Merle laughs kneeling to his side and resting his head in his hands. “Is this for Y/N? Searching for her again like you did countless times before we got stuck with this group”

“We…weren’t stuck with this group…they’re good people”

“That’s good. You deserve good people”

Daryl turns to the opposite side of his brother finding Y/N looking at him with that beautiful smile of hers.

“I came out here…for Carol’s daughter. She’s lost…and I can’t find her”

“She’s somewhere, D” Y/N reassures, at least what he needs to hear. “You’ll find her. And me”

“Why’d you leave” Daryl sobbed laying back into the dirt. “Why’d you leave me all those years ago…”

“Oh Daryl…” Y/N frowns bringing herself close to Daryl resting her hand on his chest. “You’re only going to hear what you want to hear…which will only be a possibility”

“Please don’t die…” He sobbed and next thing he knew, he was fighting off a walker.

The hours turned into days as Y/N didn’t know she was moved from her spot. Surprised she was even found. But when a certain someone who’s known to get in and out of places without a trace comes through the neighborhood in search for items, he managed to get into the house she barricaded herself in.

Next thing Y/N knew, she was waking in an unknown location without most of her clothes and an IV in her arm. Which only made her panic and rip the thing out. Because it’s the apocalypse, she hasn’t ran into those bastards yet. But she can believe that there are some sick fucks experimenting on healthy individuals with the undead walking around.

It didn’t click to Y/N that she wasn’t wearing pants and a shirt when she ripped the IV out and sprung up out of bed because again, she thought she was being experimented on. Being a horror fanatic in the old world sucks now. So when she stumbled out of the building…or trailer she was in. The community outside in that moment stared at her in her underwear and tank top which lead to her realization and quickly stumbling back into the trailer.

“Where the fuck am I” Y/N frowns pressing her back against the door before spotting a pile of neatly folded clothes on a chair. Something better not burst out of my chest (Alien) She thought as she approaches the clothes finding a note along with the pile but she ignored it to get re-dressed. Or a fucking little reptile jumping me and eating me alive (Jurassic Park) She groans realizing her arm was bleeding from her stupidity ripping the IV out and took note that she was in the medical trailer.

Once Y/N patched her arm up, she finally read the note that instructed her to go to the only actual house in the community to talk with whoever saved her…and more.

“Ah! You’re awake” The unfamiliar man rose to his feet approaching Y/N when she entered the Barrington House. “I should probably explain how you got here”

“If I had my knife I’d threaten it on yea to tell me that information. But I honestly just wanna know where the fuck it is” Y/N frowns as the man quickly drew himself back to the couch he was sitting on and picking up her belongings handing it all to her. “Okay…maybe I won’t threaten you for how nice you’re being. But I have questions”

“Okay, I’m here to answer them”

“Your name?”

“Paul Rovia, but everyone here calls me Jesus” Jesus smiles sitting on the arm rest of the couch watching Y/N hug her backpack. “Uhm. Yours?”

“Y/N. Just Y/N…uh. How did you find me?”

“My group and I were on a run to look for medicines and frankly anything that could help us. We have a garden going on but you can’t speed the growth to those things so yknow. Scavenging. But I went to this one house that was barricaded. Only the front door was so I found my way in and saw you lying unconsciously. You looked like you were in poor condition and we have a doctor here.” Jesus explained watching her tense shoulders relax. “Yeah he’s an OBGYN but yknow you have to go through—-“

“Residency so you explore your options before picking a specialty.”

“Well we are certainly benefitting by your presence if you are also a doctor”

“I dropped out of med school, but I know enough” Y/N shrugs. “And what makes you think I want to stay here…I…I’m kind of looking for someone” she frowns realizing how impossible that’s going to become as she makes her way to sit on the single loveseat diagonal from Jesus.

Jesus noticed the change in emotion as he thought of something that could lighten her mood. “How about we make a deal? You help out with the community, and you can come on runs with me. During those moments we can look for whoever it is that you’re looking for”

“It’s gonna be hard”

“How so?”

“He knows how to be untraceable. He’s a hunter”

“Your husband?”

I wish

________

“Why are you giving me this?” Y/N laughs a bit confused and not entirely surprised that her best friend gave her a survival multi-tool with the signature piece being the knife.

“Self defense from that bastard of a father you’ve got” Daryl scoffs taking a hit from the blunt they were sharing, as he kicked his feet at the end of the dock.

“I will keep this in mind when he hits me next…but I know I can’t win those fights”

“Well yknow to run away to the lake house if yea need me” He nudges her gently, handing the blunt to her as she took the offering then a hit after.

________

“Is he alright?”

“Just adjusting to the new people. He said he needed a minute alone” Carol tells Rick as the two were watching the archer sit in the middle of the field looking up at the stars. “I’ll check on him in a bit”

“Alright…I’m gonna turn in, keep me posted” the retired sheriff squeezes her shoulder on his way into the prison leaving her to continue watching her best friend sit alone.

Daryl frowns thinking about how she could be out there…scared and alone for all he knows. His anxiety started to eat at him while he unconsciously tugs at the bracelet he was wearing.

“Merle’s gone…you can’t be gone too”

“Who can’t be gone?”

Half expecting Carol, but was met with Carl and his curious self. Daryl shook his head ignoring the young Grimes as he plopped himself down beside him.

“How’d yea go unnoticed by Carol?”

“Oh. So you know she’s stalking you?”

“Wouldn’t call it stalkin’. She’s worried about me, I know that much”

“What exactly does she have to be worried about?” Carl asks, even more curious as he sits beside Daryl at a respectable distance. Eventually looking up at the stars and finding how calm it is.

“Promise yea won’t say anything” Daryl asks listening to the quiet yes from Carl before getting into it. “I wanna leave. Not forever. But just until I find someone”

“You lost someone out there?” Carl frowns looking at his friend watching him nod. “But what’s the issue? Knowing you it wouldn’t be that hard”

“The thing is kid? I’ve been looking for years. Way before the outbreak” Daryl frowns continuing to tug at the bracelet. “So it wouldn’t be smart to just. Wander aimlessly in a walker infested world.”

“…You think that this person is looking at the same stars we are? I can find comfort in that”

“Sometimes, yer smarter than yer old man.” Daryl laughs slightly, laying back down in the grass staring up at the stars.

“How’d you get up here?”

Y/N turns to Jesus as he found her on top of the trailer she’s currently living in. She smiles with a small laugh as she returns to looking at the stars.

“I’m not revealing my secrets”

“Well guess I ain’t sharing either cuz I think I know. Given I got up here” He laughs bringing himself to sit beside her staring up at the stars. “You thinking about that special someone?”

“Yeah. Hopefully he’s looking at the same set of stars as I am”

“Cheesy. But I like it” Jesus smiles laying back to look at the stars a bit better. “You know. Ever since you came here, you’ve been a big help with thriving the community. Maybe when this other half of yours comes by, he’s willing to also help”

“Maybe” Y/N smiles continuing to look at the stars, watching Jesus point out a shooting star.

“I bet I can guess yours and this guy’s wish”

I wish to see her again

I wish to see him again

________

As Daryl drives his truck into Y/N’s neighborhood, half expecting no activity at the hour he came by in. The other half expecting Y/N to be waiting for him on the curb. But once he turned into the cul-de-sac he was met with police sirens in front of her home. He decided to pretend he was just somebody using the road to turn around in but as he got slightly closer he noticed her mother sobbing and her father yelling at the cops they were talking to.

Even if they were abusive to the only person he cared about on the planet, Daryl couldn’t help but feel for them and realize.

Y/N chose one of her nuclear options.

It didn’t take him long to get to the lake house they would sneak off to to escape the world. Given he didn’t care for traffic laws. She didn’t have a car so that couldn’t give her away, the hue of little light they’d have from lanterns wasn’t noticeable, and honestly every sign he tried to come up with that would tell him she was there—-weren’t there.

“Y/N!” Daryl yells upon entering the place as he immediately went to the living room, then the outdoor porch, and even ran to the end of the dock. Not like it wasn’t obvious when someone would be there, but he went down the mental list of where the two hang out most.

Upon re-entering, Daryl finally noticed the little light coming from a small lantern in the kitchen. He quietly approaches it and the moment felt staged. The light hit a note written to the youngest Dixon as it was accompanied with one of those string friendship bracelets that he told Y/N a number of times that he would never wear it. But he ignored that for the time being and read the note.

I’m tired, D. I couldn’t take it anymore and I had to leave.

I love you and I’m sorry

Y/N

The tears came on strong, burning his eyes, and making him want to rub at his eyes until they stopped. But they never did.

She’s gone

________

Gone forever…huh

Jesus, of course, gets himself into trouble and especially with the main group that aren’t going to trust someone easily anymore. But with the promise of going to his community, came a road block of a few of his own getting into an accident.

“If this is another trick, hear for my whistle. And then shoot him” Rick tells Maggie watching her nod before entering the building first as the rest follow.

Leaving the two alone for a moment.

“I didn’t mean to get in trouble with your leader. My community just. Our leader got stuck in a predicament. Lost some people and supplies”

Maggie frowns lowering her weapon knowing internally he wasn’t going to do anything. Expect stand there with her, waiting for her group to help with part of his.

“You look tense. More than the start of the ride over”

“My best friend was in this group. She’s one of the only good fighters we’ve got…I’m just afraid that something worse happened to her after getting out of the crash. I made a promise to her. It will eat me alive if she died and I didn’t give the one thing she wanted out of years of knowing her”

“My family knows what they are doing”

Jesus turns to Maggie with a small smile and hoping even harder that nothing happened.

His people were simply hiding away for a moment, in hopes more of their own would come and get them. Thankful for the people that Jesus ran into.

“Come on, let’s go” Daryl tells one of his people as he held his hands up to him and Glenn but didn’t budge.

“I can’t leave without my friend. She got hurt in the crash” He nervously states watching the two look at each other for a moment but they knew they weren’t leaving without all Jesus’s people.

Abraham’s mind has been in a fog for a while that when he ran down the hall to take out a walker. He was met with a woman cowering slightly with his intense presence, especially when her life was almost met with an end.

“Sorry”

“It’s cool. I’m a. Used to it by now” Y/N’s body continued to shake as she was dealing with a bit of road rash and a head lac.

“Come on!”

No…

“Abraham, let’s go. Carry her out if she’s in shock” Glenn chimes on his way past following the man Y/N was currently fixated on the voice. Before Abraham could grab her, she immediately ran after the first voice she heard other than the man that almost killed her.

Once Y/N stepped out of the building, looking a bit like Carrie with the amount of blood on her. Most was hers. Other was…well, they are stuck in the crashed vehicle. Jesus instantly beamed.

“Oh thank fuck you’re okay Y/N”

Y/N. Wait a fucking minute Daryl quickly whipped his head toward the woman slowly and cautiously approaching him. She hasn’t really changed…except for a few more scars and her hair being longer. She was still his Y/N.

“I thought you were dead…after the first few years, I really thought you were—-“

“Daryl…I don’t. My adrenaline is fading…so it’s kind of really hard to…believe this is…real or another hallucination” Y/N stumbled a bit and before she completely collapsed, Daryl quickly caught her picking her up bridal style and going back to the RV to let Harlan take care of her with what he has.

Daryl’s eyes haven’t left Y/N’s person the entire ride back to the Hilltop. Of course the two reunite when something bad happens to one of them. But he knew she would pull through from this, she’s a fighter.

Once the RV reached the walls of the Hilltop, the group stepped out and followed Jesus inside as Daryl followed Harlan the entire time he picked up Y/N, got her out of the RV, and started to make his way to the infirmary trailer which he informed Glenn and Maggie about on the ride over. Part of Daryl stuck with his group but his mind was elsewhere when he entered the Barrington House. Expecting Jesus to point it out, Maggie did.

“Go to her, Daryl. We’ve got this much covered” Maggie tells him as his eyes looked over to Rick watching him nod. Not that he needed permission. But it was a new community to them. He also wanted to meet this leader…that was problematic all on his own.

Right as Daryl approached the trailer door, Harlan stepped out and quickly gave the archer a smile.

“Just the man I’m looking for. At least, by patient’s request”

“She’s awake?”

“Yeah and you were the first thing she asked about. She also made me make sure she wasn’t concussed…but she is a bit. So. Don’t pinch her if she asks “are you real?” or not. She’s taken more than just a head lac and road rash” Harlan warns mainly for them to be a bit careful with a more conscious reunion.

As the doctor stepped away from the trailer letting Daryl step in and stare at Y/N like he’s seen a ghost. She had the same stare toward him before breaking the silence.

“I really thought you died. But uh. Not until after a year in the outbreak”

“…why’d yea leave?” Daryl frowns, immediately touching that topic as he leaned against the adjacent wall from her seated position on the cot.

“I mean…we are adults. I shouldn’t have to sugarcoat anything to you”

“Did your dad hurt yea badly again? Or your mom? Is that why you left”

“Yes…and no. I was…heartbroken and dealing with more than just that. That I had to leave. I know now how selfish that can be given I could’ve just gone to you and we would’ve…I don’t know”

“We would’ve found a way out together” Daryl states avoiding the distance and sitting beside Y/N feeling her hand instantly rest on his knee as the look of relief in her face washed over her. He’s real. This isn’t you saying what you want to hear.

“My dad found out that I broke up with his best friend’s son, and the reason why I did…because I obviously didn’t love him or even liked him for the matter…” Y/N frowns keeping her eyes toward the ground to avoid his. “He…pulled my arm out of my socket when I tried to run away the first time. To avoid anything further, once I got it put back in…with an injured healing arm I got the fuck out of there. Couldn’t call you because I left my phone at home. Left everything he and my mother could find me with and just. Went West until I came back in hopes to talk to you…then the outbreak happened”

Daryl felt her hand tremble slightly as she pulls away but he carefully took said hand that was once on his leg and into his hand for her to squeeze.

“What was the reason…cuz yer old man would’ve just found another suitor”

“I was in love with my best friend” Her words hit him like a truck as he squeezed her hand carefully, feeling her other rest on top of their conjoined ones. “Of course he thought I was gay and I know his homophobic ass wouldn’t like that. But I corrected him. Because I wanted my family to know who my best friend was and how important he was to me that he stole my heart instantly…I was just too afraid to say anything until now”

“why didn’t you say anything sooner…or runaway to me?”

“When you go to the lake house, and hear your best friend in the throws with another woman.” Y/N felt the tears slowly fall off her cheeks as Daryl tried his best to ignore his threatening his waterline. “You didn’t want to tell him that you left for more than just your parents. You left because…you thought you would never be good enough for him”

“You’re good enough for me, you’re more than good enough” He scoffs. “I’ve always been in love with you, I was too coward to say anythin’”

“It’s been years…and you still do?…as much as me?”

“More even” Daryl lifted his head to look her in the eye as she knew she was crying but notice the stray tears that fell here and there from his own. “I never stopped looking for you. Only times I did was when I was runnin’ from the horrors of the old and new world. But you never left my mind. All I wanted was to be with you.”

“And here we are” Y/N sobbed pressing her forehead against his, feeling the cot shift when he brought himself closer wrapping his arm around her. She eventually brought both her arms around him moving her face to the crook of his neck as Daryl caged her in his embrace keeping mind of her injuries even if she first didn’t care about them.

“Please, don’t leave me again”

“I’m stuck to you like glue, D. I’m never leaving again”

[lucifersresources]

stupid shit said in discord servers part four meme. ft special guests from my dnd party!

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!  

i never wanna think a cop is funny.

flirty rat man was my nickname in college.

the moon sounds like a fun place to be.

thinking a cop is funny is a gateway drug to being a republican.

today i learned she would punch a seagull.

booty call via shared thoughts.

it's fallen angel math.

i want em gorgeous, awful and bloody.

the fuck did i just read.

i just didn't know what knotting was. i miss those times. i miss five minutes ago.

you're not an edgelord, you're just pathetic.

there will be no butt sniffing in my god fearing house!

wanna see how gay my kindle looks?

i saw a book review titled "unlikely travel companions fight their inner demons" and i just think that's all of us

come to america and we can lay down together with no spoons

sitting in vc with the two of you is probably a bit like couples therapy

i'm not a planner i'm a go with the flow-er

penguins are all non binary, confirmed

the world is a gay penguin waiting to fly

this is a win for the lgbtqa+ community, penguins are gay

new pride mascot just dropped: penguins

it'll be me shoving you in the PIT OF HELL

i'd push my friendguin off an iceberg for money ngl

penguins can accidentally end up in gay relationships

penguins are friends not food

they made weed legal in my state so now all the cop dogs are confused

they always stand there dick to dick

the giraffe wanted a pillow

have you smelt the grass?

like, sure, i am picking fights, but in an affectionate way

well now i'm contractually obligated to fight you

it's like a suburban mom's wet dream

NO ONE EVER TRUSTS WHAT I SAY. THATS LIKE GIVING ME THE NUCLEAR CODES

sure, i'm better than donald trump, BUT LIKE THAT ISNT SAYING MUCH

doe, a deer, a female deer. Die, a long long way to hell -

i know you're a bot but get a grip

the jerking off motion at you is flirting

i hate it when my upper body grippers don't grip.

have you tried the lower grippers?

having to explain my joke makes me want to murder you

don't take my inches away from me, i need all the ones i can get.

nevermind, I'm not an eldritch horror anymore

are you a pretty worm?

i'll airfry a ghost i'm not afraid

kinky. not into that though

gay stuff in the creepy basement causes swollen lips?

*eddie culz voice:* say it out loud.

my brain just imagined Edward Cullen in like a rap outfit

eddie culz before the beat drops: hold on tight spider monkey

but am i a pretty melon?

what is ur secret, thumb

you guys are both bullies, you dont count

i am a hole

not to be a hole about it, but me too.

i am become cheese

mm i'm so edible.

STOP THE LESBIANISM SHES TOO OLD FOR YOU

DON'T LICK MY ASS

i was eating my ass

sometimes it takes a dick to teach

when u don't get a regular boner but a fang boner

he fakes his death a lot

the threat is… unthreatening at best.

i imagined a finger waggle. it’s important.

the ghosts are still in *name* and *name's* head. fucking sick bro.

we see an exorcist fucking freak crawling along the ceiling...

Dora The Explorer: Madre, Pick Me Up I’m Scared Edition

Skel and the eTons make their debut into the world.

YOU GOT NOTHING IN YOUR BRAIN! HOLLOW MAN NO BRAIN!!!!

critique me, writing daddy

it's me and my guiding bolt against the world

humans can’t exactly lick their own assholes

[pix4japan]

Heiwa-no-Torii: A Sacred Gateway Meets the Shores of Lake Ashinoko・芦ノ湖に佇む箱根神社の入口・平和の鳥居

Rising gracefully from the waters of Lake Ashi, this vermilion Heiwa-no-Torii (Gate of Peace) marks the path to Hakone Shrine, nestled 213 meters up the hillside. Unlike traditional torii gates, it stands boldly over the water—a symbol of peace commemorating the end of WWII.

Whether posing for photos with the lake’s serene backdrop or honoring Shinto traditions, the Heiwa-no-Torii invites us to reflect on history, culture, and tranquility.

Discover the story behind the gate, its connection to peace, and respectful practices for visiting (1-minute read): https://www.pix4japan.com/blog/20241015-torii

Location: Hakone, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan Timestamp: 13:36・2024/10/15 Pentax K-1 II + DFA 28-105mm F3.5-5.6 + CP 105 mm ISO 100 for 1/400 sec. at ƒ/10

[tamofthedragons]

Cringetober prompt #5 - gijinka

This one's getting posted in the evening because I was at a ren faire when I'd normally be drawing today!

Okay, this requires some explanation. I can't find the post but back when Mojang first released the greatest thing to grace our lives, the "infinite dimensions" April Fools snapshot, someone had the idea of designing outfits/gijinkas inspired by the randomly generated dimensions. This one is inspired by dimension 5102024, which is of course the current date, in D/MM/YYYY format, and without the slashes. Honestly, I'm really happy with it for pulling it out of my ass in 30 minutes!

Screenshots of the dimension in question and further explanation on specific aspects of the design below the cut:

Smoking + smoke hair = the smoke particles everywhere

Skeleton jacket = fossil generation

Purple glowsticks = End gateway beams

Patterned skirt = whatever glazed terracotta that is

Danglies on skirt = Ghast tendrils

Blue leggings = supposed to be sheer blue pantyhose to represent the blue stained glass

Work boots = this one's a stretch, I was trying to find ANY way to integrate those damn wooden gates and my thought process was fence gate -> farm -> work boots

[rollofleaf]

Owlcatober Day 2: Favorite Food

Featuring Hilde, Nenio, Seelah, the Hand, and mentioned Arueshalae. Sorry this is so late, but it’s like three times the length of day 1. I love my fluff..,

“Ugh, no oven is going to be a problem… But I have all the ingredients…” Hilde paced back and forth along the worn stone of the Nexus. She stopped and paused as she heard someone coming around the rocks. She quickly hid her bag full of food behind her in case it was Arueshalae. Instead she saw a snout poke out from behind the rocks, followed by the rest of Nenio. “Oh, hi Nenio.”

The kitsune grinned widely, walking around as though she owned the outcropping. Seelah was right behind her, unsuccessfully trying to rein her in. “Sorry. You know how she is!”

Hilde chuckled softly. “Oh, it’s no trouble. I’m only avoiding Arueshalae.”

Nenio perked up, her eyes flitting to the bag before going back to Hilde. She marched up to the skald, taking her cheeks in her claws and leaning in to inspect her face. “That is highly uncharacteristic. Have you been impersonated and replaced again, assistant? I’ve never heard you say you were avoiding the succubus girl. In fact, by my observations, you spend over twice as much time with her as you do the rest of the party combined! It’s unusual for you to spend any time apart from her.”

Hilde’s cheeks flushed deeply. Seelah giggled. She had noticed it as well, though she wasn’t going to say anything. Arueshalae and Hilde were locked in a dangerous dance and it seemed to help that they didn’t even realize how smitten they were with each other. The skald stammered slightly as she glanced aside. “I don’t spend -that- much time with her… Look, I… I want to make some skullberry pie for her. She mentioned it’s her favorite food, and she’s been kind of down since we got here, especially since we went to her ex’s mansion, so I’m trying to cheer her up! As friends do.” The last bit was pointedly directed at Seelah, the skald ignoring her slight smirk.

“Well, if we wanna bake a pie we’re gonna need an oven!” She winked cheekily, looping an arm around Hilde and Nenio’s shoulder. “And we don’t have one here.”

Hilde sighed, turning her gaze out to the city. She hated Alushinyrra, but… For Arueshalae, it was worth it. “Mm. To Alushinyrra, then. You two don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” She started to walk towards the portal to the city.

Nenio shook her head, skipping up next to Hilde. “Oh no, I insist! I cannot allow my assistant to conduct this experiment alone!”

Seelah grinned. “You just want some pie for yourself, don’t you?”

“… Perhaps.”

“I’m going to have to make a few, then… Ah, we have enough ingredients.” Hilde waved to the Hand of the Inheritor as they neared the gateway. “Hey, Hand. Heading out.”

The angel looked up from his meditations. “Greetings, Champion Hilde! Where are you going, if I may ask?”

“Baking a pie. We don’t have an oven here.”

The Angel seemed confused, but picked up his sword and began to cast the spell he used to hide himself from the abyssal denizens. “Very well.”

“Oh, you… You don't have to come with us. It’s not a mission.”

“I am your guardian in this accursed place. I would be remiss in my duties if I did not accompany you even on your menial tasks. The Abyss is treacherous, and you are always in danger within the city.”

Hilde was relatively unconvinced, but shrugged and turned the rune in the portal, opening the gateway. “Alright.” She sighed and stepped through into the Upper City. She winced as her vision refocused and the bout of disorientation from portal travel faded. Her stomach churned, not from nausea. The demon inside her barked and thrashed against its chains, eager to break free. The raucous din of the city, the cruelty in the air, the unseen eyes watching her from the shadows, it was all so suffocating. Overwhelming.

Seelah’s hand on her shoulder finally snapped her out of her trance, her and the Hand’s comforting light cutting through the darkness. She buried the demon down. She was here to do a kindness for a friend, not to soak the city in blood. “I’m fine. T-thank you. Alright. Alright! So, oven… Where to look…”

Seelah glanced around, frowning at the myriad of demons walking around. “We could go to a tavern or something and ask to use theirs?”

“Based on my admittedly limited understanding of demonic cuisine, I do not think we’ll find sanitary conditions suitable for baking a cake in any tavern.” Nenio piped up, her fluffy tail drooping slightly.

Hilde sighed and thought for a moment. “Right. I don’t fancy baking alongside whatever the Abyss they put in their food… I… I think I have an idea.” She tensed up at the thought as she led Seelah and Nenio through the Upper City.

She let out a reluctant groan as she came to a familiar elevator, beckoning the other two into it as it slid down. Seelah gasped as she realized where they were. “Hey, hold on, is this where that crazy-“

“Yup.” Hilde shook out her hair and braced herself as she walked into Vellexia’s audience chamber, stepping forward and bowing. The succubus grinned and darted forward, taking Hilde’s chin in her claws. “Lady Vellexia. I’d like to ask a favor of you.”

“Oh, Hilde, ~darling~! You should have told me you were coming!” Her tail looped around Hilde’s waist and roughly yanked her forward, Seelah and Nenio following close behind. “I would have set out a nice little banquet… Now, what brings you to my little corner of Alushinyrra?”

Hilde didn’t bother struggling against the tail. Vellexia was perhaps the only person in the Abyss she had anything close to an amicable relationship with, especially after they had spent a night together. Still, the succubus was insane and unpredictable. She took a deep breath. “I’d… I’d like to borrow your kitchen to bake some treats for some friends.” She was vague and nonspecific to avoid any chance of Vellexia getting jealous. It didn’t work.

“Some friends? Wouldn’t happen to include sweet Arueshalae, would it? Oh, no need to pretend! I know how you look at her… And before you protest or worry, you two are fooling no one, and I’m not jealous.” She smirked deviously. “Why, I’d be happy to let you borrow my kitchen! It’s clean, of course, I assume that’s why you didn’t go somewhere more… Free.” Her eyes twinkled. “Make me some, and you can use my kitchen as you wish!”

Hilde’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not making a pie with humanoids in it.”

Nenio leaned over, her ears flicking curiously. “Technically, aasimar, tieflings, and other planetouched are not categorized as humanoids!”

Both stared at the kitsune for a moment before turning back to each other. Hilde crossed her arms. “No aasimar or tieflings or anything sentient, either.”

Vellexia giggled. “Ah, bothersome fox. Thought I had you… Well, go on!”

She led Hilde to a luxurious kitchen, far more spotless than anything she expected of the Abyss and closer to a kitchen from Mendevian high society. Seelah grinned and clapped her hands. “Alright! Where’s the dough?”

Hilde reached into her bag of holding, fumbling around a little before pulling out several large bags of flour and an ancient bread starter. “Dough? I’m making this from scratch. It’s going to take a while, you two don’t have to stay.”

“Come on! What’s that old saying? A job shared is a job halved? It’ll go quicker together! Three times quicker!”

“Considering the speed it takes dough to leaven and a pie to bake, combining our efforts will reduce the time taken by far less than… Ah, I’m being unhelpful. I’ll save my math for the baking, let’s get to work! Let’s see, one pie for the succubus, another for the other succubus, one for me…” She looked up at Seelah’s stern glance. “Ahem, one for me and the paladin girl. Presumably one per two people, actually, that comes out to a simple seven unless you wish to make the succubus girl her own, in which case eight. Unless the Hand of the Inheritor wants one?”

The Hand’s spirit bristled in what almost seemed to be embarrassment. Slowly he spoke, bashful and quite unlike his usual imperiousness. “I… Have never eaten mortal food. I should like to try, if that is alright.”

Hilde grinned. “We’ll make it an even nine, then. We have enough ingredients.” With that, they set to work. Hilde mixed the dough while Seelah kneaded it, though it was the paladin’s first time and she needed some coaching on technique from Nenio. Nenio took care of arraying the fruit, focusing on a skullberry-dominated palette for Arueshalae’s pie and a varied selection of fruits for the rest. Apple, mixed berry, lime, cherries, and some more adventurous fruits from the Feywild or Tian Xia.

The Hand watched in fascination at the camaraderie these mortals shared over such a simple act, the humble skill involved in making the pies, and breathed a silent sigh of relief as he watched Hilde. She seemed so lighthearted, shedding the demonic rage he usually saw lingering under the surface. He was confident that -this- was her, not the corruption that tested her will.

It was soon time to set the pies to bake, Seelah opening one oven to an unusually intelligent creak. She briefly recalled Vellexia’s habit of transforming people and demons into objects, but brushed it aside. The ovens didn’t seem to mind! She set them all in and Nenio set an hourglass to time.

Hilde’s happy demeanor fell slightly as she found herself leaning against the wall. Seelah sighed and trudged over, leaning next to her. “Hey, sister. What’s wrong?”

Hilde winced. “I should have invited Arueshalae.” Seelah did everything she could to suppress a giggle. Of course the skald missed her.

Nenio was watching the hourglass intently as though that would speed up the baking. She spoke up without taking her eyes off it. “I thought the point of this was to surprise the succubus girl.”

Hilde’s cheeks flushed. “I-it was! But… I don’t know. I’d rather spend two hours together with her, and you two, than see the look on her face when I-we surprise her.”

Seelah grinned. “Oh, but won’t that look be worth it?”

Hilde let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah… It will. And she needs cheering up. It’s rough for her being down here in the Abyss.” She glanced down, letting the last bit go unsaid. It was difficult for both of them.

Before long, the pies were finished. Nenio transformed back into a human to avoid getting sticky filling in her fur, they paid off Vellexia with her pie, and the Hand got to try his first bit of mortal food (none of them had any idea how he ate it with his helmet on). And the radiant smile on Arueshalae’s face was more than worth every minute spent apart. That look had Hilde walking on clouds for days after.

[aevummarket]

╰┈➤ AEVUM ISLES :: JUNE FESTIVAL ❂

The following items are eligible for redemption. All Items and Charms require verification for processing! Please be sure to review the redemption examples prior to submission. All requests will be processed from June 22nd - July 3rd.

NOW INTRODUCING: CHARMS

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To redeem a charm, please provide the following information to the Aevum Marketplace:

Character’s Full Name and Series

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This charms form can be found on the forms page, and a charms FAQ is now available!

To kick off charms, the following seven activities are available for redemption! You may not submit the same thread for multiple charm redemptions.

Charms are not time sensitive and can be submitted at any time with valid proof of participation!

Available Charms:

The Lunar Tournament Charm

Provide proof of participation in the Lunar Tournament, Sunflower Festival 2024.

The Lunar Tournament Charm

Provide proof of participation in the Fish Spy Activity, Sunflower Festival 2024.

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Provide proof of allegiance to one of the four Tossup Teams, available all year round.

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Participate in the grand opening of the Vildernox Observatory, Sunflower Festival 2024.

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ITEMS.

Shimmer and Glows Sprinkler | ITEM LIMIT: 1 (available only with participation in Nighttime Shimmers and Glows.)

An endless sprinkler that sparks and changes color! They are non-flammable, but are still pretty all the same.

Lunar Rod | ITEM LIMIT: 1 (available only with participation in the Lunar Tournament.)

A gold-flaked fishing rod with a special tackle that is highly attractive to the local aevum fish.

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a small charm in the shape of any fish, made from stones, shells, or wood.

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A one-of-a-kind flag with the icon of the sport participated in.

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[darth-sonny]

💙 🎃

💙 – Top 3 Versions of Leo

oooooo let's go

Number One would have to be Rise Leo (love you boo, sorry for all the shit I pull on you), love how one change opened up a gateway into the speculation of what would be a Leo's personality if he wasn't the leader. old news, I know, but I was there when that change was made and that irreversibly rewired my braincells. so, yeah. Rise Leo is #1

Number Two would have to be 03 Leo. 03 is what introduced me to the TMNT universe, and 03 Leo has a special place in my heart

Number Three is 12 Leo. it's been a while since I've rewatched the 12 series, so I feel like this spot might change, but as of now, he's in #3

🎃 – Top 3 Favorite Headcanons

ooo this one

Trans Leo. transmasc, transfem, transneu, nonbinary. Trans Leo. full stop

The Sleep In the Day, Active During Night one. it's pretty tounge and cheek. It's pretty obvious, too, since every TMNT adventure happens at night, but I really like it. gives me a set time and doesn't make wonder about just how fucked up are their sleep schedules are

this one is something I made up, so I don't know if it counts, but. Weeb. Mutant Mayhem opened my eyes, so now I dully believe that in each iteration, there is one turtle who is just a full-on anime nerd. MM canonically has Donnie, Rise is most likely Raph (Mikey a close second), 12 is 100% Leo, and 03...... definitely Mikey. he has the vibes

🍰 – Favorite Dynamic Between 2 of the Turtles

Disaster Twins. hands down, the Disaster Twins. what makes this dynamic fun is that it isn't just reserved for Rise Donnie and Leo, but usually for any duo of turtles who are believed to be Twins and cause problems (either on purpose or by accident)

but yes, Disaster Twins all the way

[heimdallsbraids]

Blood of Mine | Ch. 2 (Heimdall x fem!reader)

Summary: Life is pretty simple. Survive the harsh conditions of Fimbulwinter in Midgard, trade with your dwarven friends in Svartalfheim and – avoid the shit out of Odin’s most loyal lapdog? If word reaches the All-Father about your blood-bending origins, you’re doomed… (Hints of Avatar: TLA, but not a crossover)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Profanity, mentions of death

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Chapter Two: The Offer

As much as you hated it, shivering underneath layers upon layers of clothing was becoming second nature to you as you slowly plodded your way across the frozen Lake of Nine with two freshly caught rabbits slung over your shoulder. It was a lot less than what you wanted – no, expected – from today’s hunt, but it’s not like you would’ve been able to hike a deer all the way back to camp without your sled.

Thanks to your father, he’d all but given it away to a couple of raiders during your last visit to Svartalfheim, ultimately leaving you with no form of transport around Midgard. No form of transport meant a hell of a lot more work for you to keep the trade afloat.

“Sure, Dad. Just donate the sled. I mean, why the Hel would we need that piece of crap anyway?” You mumbled under your breath. “Should’ve just stayed in Niðavellir and worked for Durlin full-time – perhaps toss a cup of mead in that stupid Aesir prick’s face the next time he visits.”

Several weeks had gone by since your unfortunate run-in with Heimdall in Svartalfheim, and you hadn’t been back since. Durlin had become mighty antsy that another event like that would happen and had all but forbade you to return so as to let it blow over. You attempted to voice your protest by visiting the realm the very next day, but you only made it a few steps out of the mystic gateway before you were shoved right back in and sent on your merry way. You understood why he was being this way, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating.

He was one of the only souls who knew your mother, Randi, personally before she died. She was a powerful Valkyrie who served under the former queen Freya many years ago before she was killed in the midst of battle - or so you'd been told. You were only young when it happened, but it left a gaping hole in your heart that could never quite be filled.

Frankly, to this day, you have no idea how your father managed to land someone like her, but here you are - and wielding a dangerous power thought to no longer exist, at that: blood-bending. An extremely rare power it was; the ability to control a person or being from within, to tear them down from the inside as if they were nothing but a clump of wet sand. As far as you knew, your mother didn’t harness those same powers but rather passed them down through a long line of descendants – and even that was difficult to get a grasp on.

Unfortunately, this paints a giant red target upon your back for power-hungry people like Odin. If he were to get his hands on you, especially during this fragile window before Ragnarök, you and many others were doomed.

Luckily, no one but a tight-knit group of family and friends – including Durlin and Lúnda – knew of your circumstance, having taken an oath the moment your mother discovered the power flowing within your veins. But that didn’t make it impossible to find out if one dug deep enough. Hence, why you are lying low in Midgard under the guise of being a simple, mortal tradeswoman. With a few dwarven friends, of course. Your Vanir roots were practically non-existent to those who didn’t know you, and that was just the way you liked it.

“Dad?” You called upon making it to the cave where your crew had set up camp. Waving to the few who noticed your arrival, you quickly headed to where your shared tent was. You called out once more, basking in the warm glow of the fire outside, “Hey, you in there?”

A groan of ‘mm in ‘ere,’ was your only confirmation before the retching sounds began.

You grimaced, “Ugh… when is this ever gonna stop?”

As expected, there was no response to your jab, only more retching. The soft part of you considered heading inside and comforting him with some water and a small serving of soup to regain his strength, but that thought was immediately snuffed out the second you laid today’s excuse for a hunt on the makeshift bench near the tent.

Gonna have to go hunting tomorrow, too, you grumbled inwardly.

You set to work skinning and preparing the rabbits for the camp cook. It should suffice for a couple of days’ worth of rations if everyone spaced it out, but they weren’t exactly on the large side, so you weren’t holding your breath. You were in the midst of fixing up a flask of fresh water when a familiar voice floated through the camp.

Shock coloured your features once you spotted the culprit, “Durlin?”

He looked relieved to see you as he marched past a handful of curious locals, ignoring their puzzled expressions. He never visited the camp. Hel, even Midgard was a rare outing for him these days, the dwarf all too happy to stay nice and cosy in his home realm.

“How’s Björn?” He asked, finally reaching your workstation.

“Throwing up.” Your lips formed a thin line. “Now, why are you really here?”

“Straight to the point, eh?” He muttered, looking around before voicing lowly, “Something’s come up. I need you to come back with me.”

You folded your arms across your chest, quirking a brow at him. “I thought I wasn’t permitted.”

“I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t… urgent.” He pressed, glancing around once again. Come to think of it, he did look more rattled than usual.

“It can’t wait?”

He shook his head.

“… Fine,” you conceded. “You’re lucky I like you.”

He anxiously waited as you readied yourself, choosing to poke his head inside the tent to greet your dad. Disgust was written over his face as you finished packing your things and left the meat with the cook. The trek to the mystic gate felt longer than usual, your short friend barely uttering a word as he ushered you in.

“Are you going to tell me what’s happening, or are we playing some sort of guessing game?” You asked, blinking rapidly as your eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight of Svartalfheim.

“There’s someone who wants to meet you.”

“You’re being awfully cryptic, you know?”

His expression remained grim as he led you straight to the southern docks, bypassing his home and the safety office. A tall figure stood with their back to you, all on their lonesome as they observed the calm blue waves lapping at the jetty. A dark brown cape with green and gold accents flowed over their shoulders, granting them a mysterious air of superiority. Upon hearing your footsteps, they turned around. It was an older man you didn’t recognise. With an eyepatch.

You glanced down to Durlin. "The Hel?"

He only shook his head.

The confusion on your face must’ve been clear as day because he regarded you with a light chuckle.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve asked to meet you. The name’s Odin.” It suddenly felt like a stone was lodged inside your throat. He continued, “Your friend here tells me you’re struggling to make a living. Something about your father?”

“Yep.” You responded, narrowed eyes never once leaving Durlin’s, even as he looked anywhere else but at you.

Odin sidled forward, placing a gentle hand on the dwarf’s shoulder. “Now, now, no need for the hostility. Durlin was simply worried for your wellbeing.”

“Sure,” you offered, finally regarding the taller man with a forced smile. “But I’ve managed this long on my own. I’m sure I can hold out a little longer.”

He chuckled once again, “Determined. I like that.”

He placed his hands on his hips, a tiny grin stretched across his lips as he regarded the water once again. You couldn’t help but stare. For some reason, you’d had a grander image of the God painted in your head. Perhaps taller? Less old-looking even though he had centuries upon centuries on you.

“I wanted to offer you a place working with my merchants in Asgard, perhaps expanding the trade when the time is right. I’ve heard you’re pretty nifty in the kitchen, too. Lord knows Gladsheim could use a little shake-up with the food.”

Your mouth fell open. Just how much has Durlin blabbed about you? Here you were, weeks with no communication whatsoever between the two of you, and now all of a sudden Odin himself was inviting you back to Asgard with him? As a chef, no less?

No… this is bad news. I’ve got to stay away from him. You eyed the dwarf beside you once again. I’m gonna have a stern chat with this little shit as soon as-

Your chaotic train of thought was interrupted. “Having doubts? To sweeten the deal, I’m more than happy to discuss a working wage – with enough to send home for your father, of course.”

He had you there. Money was a constant problem over recent years, what with your father draining most of it away on his pick of poison. That, and his lack of assistance with the trade certainly didn’t help either.

You mulled it over carefully. He didn’t seem to know who you were other than the fact that you were a struggling Midgardian with Durlin as a friend. Perhaps it couldn’t hurt to give it a try - if only to get you and your father out of the sticks?

“I’ll give it a shot.” You agreed, but before he could say anything else, you added, “On one condition.”

“You name it.”

“I, uh, I could do with some new clothes. Mine are kind of…” you trailed off, scratching at the back of your neck in embarrassment.

“Consider it done,” he smiled, reaching over to place an arm on your shoulders. “Shall we head off then?”

Durlin’s worried face was the last thing you saw before you were enveloped in a dark flurry of screeching ravens.

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1, 15, 38, and 49 for the fic writer questions!

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

I already answered this one! This is what I said

Ummmm. Depends on the fandom, for sure! Getting into my writing in general, I’d say the To Be Human series for The Old Guard and Gaining Heart for Spartacus.

More recently, though? The Only Way Out (is through) for wesper and Colm. I am so in love with this story, and it really encapsulates a lot of the energy that I try to bring to all my writing— the introspection, the comfort after the hurt, the messy emotions that come with healing, support from both romantic and platonic relationships… and of course ✨Colm Fahey✨.

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

Ooooo. It’s an oldie 😅 it’s the Kes-Verse. My rewrite of the Star Wars sequel trilogy. Id still love to go back in and edit and rewrite some things, and finish up the last two stories in the series that I never posted! These stories were fuelled by rage at JJ Abrams and Rian Johnson, love for these characters that got so utterly fucked, and no small amount of desperation for a distraction from the pandemic. And my terrible relationship. And the nightmare of finishing my degree online. And needing to postpone my life. The stories in this series were a gateway into such wonderful friendships and helped me figure out so much about my writing style. (Kes Dameron walked so Colm Fahey could be the father he is today!)

The runner up is a toss up across a couple different fandom’s stories— The Old Guard’s Color and Light, the Mickey/Pierre fic I Travel Alone, and Keep You Safe for Six of Crows.

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful?

I had to check my AO3 stats for the past couple years to see if anything jumped out at me as odd. I mean, I was surprised by Time for a Spare Prayer. It was supposed to just be a fun little project to explore all of my Colm and The Crows headcanons, and to post in the in-between for Between Hope and Desperation, but it’s really taken on a life of its own. I’m so happy that people are enjoying it so much.

The other one that’s really shocked me is one that I haven’t even posted yet! The Jesper Honeypot Whump-shot has become something that I get requests and asks about, the snippets and moodboard have gotten quite a few notes, and people seem to be really excited for it. It makes me so happy— it was really just a little thing for myself, but it’s quickly morphing into a multi-chapter situation.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

I have answered this one as well! Here’s what I said:

I’m one (ONE!!) scene away from finishing the next chapters of both Spare Prayer AND Between Hope and Desperation. So close. I’m also like, half a scene away from finishing the first section of the Jesper Honeypot Whump-shot, too, and I’m contemplating turning it into a multi-chapter fic (not sure though. But I’m really happy with how it’s turning out, and I’m getting really excited to post it!!).

And here’s a different little snippet, from the next chapter of Spare Prayer:

Jes didn’t even meet his eyes for a second before he was fully absorbed by that boy.

“You’re late.”

“And what’re you doing out of bed?” He asked, as if he wasn’t grinning from ear to ear at the fact that the lad was up and about.

“No one was there to keep me there.” Wylan replied from where he sat at an empty table. He reeled Jesper in by the buckle of his gun belt, craning up into a kiss. Colm took a swig of his beer.

“Mm.” Jes hummed, his lips smiling against the other lad’s— it almost pulled at his heartstrings. “Easy— I’ll just have to tie you up next time.”

Nevermind.

“Jesper Llewelyn Fahey.”

Honestly.

Thanks for playing! ❤️

[mekatrio]

it was super interesting tho to read abt oot's development, since i know a bit about ff7's development and bc they were both competitors at the time. both titles selling similar amount of units and having an insane amount of staff and resources like they put everythingggg into these titles. im so happy i played them both! (well oot3d lol i.. am not gonna play n64 oot) its like a gateway to the past where u can see what games made w this much staff + resources are capable of, before they realized 'ah shit we live in a capitalist society and we'll go bankrupt if we keep making masterpieces like these.' and its interesting to see the different directions they took when having to follow up the legacies of these masterpieces... oot -> mm and ff7 -> ff8. they are siblings to me in that way

[bl-danmei-planet]

Don't you think it's funny cause actual canon gay characters in BL manga/manhwa will say "I love you" but only the shounen bromance can spew out some of the most romantic shit akin to a 19th century poet writing a letter expressing his surpressed love for his lover 😭.....

I don't really read shonen anymore bc non-canon ships just annoy me and I'm fully immersed in the BL world so I can't personally relate to that anymore BUT I think there are two major reasons why:

Tension and subtext are so important in storytelling because what is left unsaid and done is so addicting to the reader/viewer. It also keeps the story going and makes great slowburn. I think this is why biggest MM fandoms are actually not canon ships because they leave much to the imagination for the reader/viewer and that's how you get so much fanworks. The reader/viewer is not satisfied with the story and wants more! From a personal experience I think that those ships speak especially to (young) queer ppl bc many formative gay experiences are complicated friendships where feelings of jealousy, love, hate, companionship are all mixed. That's what makes those stories so relatable as well (it's also a pure exploration of the relationship dynamic without identity and labels and all that attached to it.)

I think those kind of ships are also a "safer" option than the sexual world of yaoi. For example when I was a teenager my first MM ship was from No.6, which is a scifi with BL element, and it was not explicit and the romance wasn't the main point of the story but it made a huge impact on me maybe because it wasn't "a gay story" but like a normal scifi and the romance just happened to be between two males. The only shonen ship I'm invested in is vanoe from the Case study of Vanitas but partly it just makes me annoyed that the romance isn't canon when it makes sense with the characters' relationship and the whole plot. But I think I can understand that some authors might just make bromance because they want to keep the scifi/action part central to the story instead of the romance (which is central in BL.)

I think there is also middle ground to explicit or wholesome BL and seinen bromance. This is personally why I love danmei because it is BL with very well crafted world building, plot, and slowburn. Danmei was actually my gateway to the BL genre because I found out that the 2019 C-drama the Untamed, which would also cathegorize as a bromance, had a source material that was actually explicit and had a romantic happy ending. I remember when it was trending and people went crazy when they found out the bromance was actually canon!

[zvetenze]

Farm 1 Outbuilding (Ambar & Kotobanja) from court

Vračev Gaj, Vojvodina

Vračev Gaj is a small town in the municipality of Bela Crkva in the Banat region close to the Romanian border where the Nera River meets the Danube. The village has the typical regional layout of closely placed narrow farmhouses with shared walls along the street edge. This farm has an open forecourt with a projecting elevated ambar (granary) on the left and a kotobanja or koš (corn crib) and gateway parallel with the street. Over the gateway is the date 1935 and the initials MM & JM. (photo 1988)