#The rest is kept a little open basically so i have space to play with the routes and content when i write

[doriana-gray-games]

Hi dori!! I don’t mean to be annoying if you like didn’t answer on purpose or anything but just in case since I hear tumblr eats asks a lot I was gonna send my old ask again; has mc read Watson’s books on them? And if they haven’t, will they get to? In romance route, does Watson’s writing change at all? Like, be more adoring or something? Thanks!!! Love the game so much! And the new chapter is so amazing!

It's just a generally low chance of me answering any ask I get. Sometimes tumblr does seem to lose things, but its more that I... Unless I have time and an idea just as I see the ask, I'm unlikely to answer. Partly because I am inclined to forget, but mostly becuase I feel when I spend a lot of time and effort on tumblr I have the bad habit of fooling myself into believing that I was being productive on the game 😂 (when I wasn't really...)

MC has read some of Watson's tales about them. I might make it a choice at some point on just how much, or I'll decide that all of it has been read by Sherlock. A little unsure. But it's safe to say that some has been imbibed (even if MC might protest otherwise...)

I remember I talked somewhere about how fun it would be if the love was sort of... very clear on the page. Haha. We shall see if that happens or not.

❤️ Thank you for playing

[artbyblastweave]

Here's one change made by Watchmen (2009) that's basically a microcosm of everything I dislike about the film. After the reveal that Comedian was Laurie's father, Manhattan espouses the idea that in spite of his search for thermodynamic miracles in contexts devoid of life, his detachment from humanity blinded him to the chain of remarkable circumstances necessary for Laurie to exist; he returns to save earth because Earth produced Laurie, specifically, his ex-girlfriend and superheroine extraordinare.

In the comic, Laurie points out that the unlikelyhood of her own specificity isn't actually less unlikely than the circumstances by which billions of other people came to exist- and that, exactly, is Manhattan's point. He expressly extrapolates this logic to the rest of humanity- Earth is a miracle factory by virtue of being the one place that can support humans, all of whom have the exact same kind of contradictory history and interiority as Laurie, all of which he was paradoxically blinded to due to his power-induced self-absorption.

This, in turn, ties into one of the biggest ideas that the comic has regarding the superhero genre, which is that it's necessarily myopic, because it's very difficult to tell a superhero story that doesn't on some level implicitly buy into the idea that the superhero specifically is uniquely worthy of attention- the world contorts itself around the person who's name is on the cover. Structurally, non-superhero characters in superhero stories find themselves in an orbit; supporting cast members, love interests kept in the dark, civilians to be saved. Cape stories that deliberately defy this dynamic exist- Watchmen itself is one of them!- but are visibly positioning themselves opposite the standard assumptions of the genre by doing so. Many of the other characters embody this myopia. Rorschach's whole opening spiel is about how intellectually and morally elevated he is over the teeming masses, and his mask killer theory is fundamentally motivated by an ego-flattering desire for the neutered institution of costumed heroism to be relevant enough to sit at the center of a widespread conspiracy. Comedian's gleeful amorality is a means of justifying his horrible actions as the work of a man who's fundamentally above and smarter than every convention and concern of the little people. Dan is the most "normal" and in ways the most cynical about the change-making potential of heroism, but when he finds out about Hollis's murder it takes less than a second for him to start throwing his weight around and threatening Comedian-tier atrocities against the entire neighborhood- because Hollis was one of the characters who mattered. And, of course, Ozymandias, who positions himself as above the sophomoric dynamics of traditional superheroism, is nonetheless still pursuing a plan by which he, the Big Man Of History, unilaterally sacrifices countless nameless NPCS in order to trick the rest of the unthinking hordes into behaving themselves, eschewing anything remotely involving collective action. Almost everything untoward that happens in the book can be directly tied to a failure to internalize what Manhattan did- that other people are important. That everyone who gets blown up at the end of issue 11 could have been the subject of a whole comic book themselves.

But in the movie- which, for space, axed most of the supporting cast even in the ultimate cut- Jon's epiphany stops and starts with Laurie. She's not a microcosm of the miraculous phenomena of humanity at large, no, she specifically- a badass superheroine played by a Hollywood starlet- is just so very special and worth saving the planet over. The scene is adapted almost word for word, right up until the part about "you and everyone else." I guess you can infer that bit, given that from there Manhattan is still out to preserve human life in general, but nonetheless the scene now feels like it's reinforcing the exact logic that it was supposed to be arguing against- that only superheroes matter, and that only the interiority of superheroes can move the needle.

[writtenbyshama]

Memory Theatre (Sylus x Reader)

Synopsis: Y/n is a protocore researcher who is looking for answers about how an aether core got lodged into her heart and why is it messing with her brain. In the midst of this elaborate maze of dead ends and false answers, she encounters a man who seems to be very interested in her and is willing to find ways of providing her with the answers she's seeking.

Author's note: Y/n is not a hunter; she is a Master's student (not based on myself at all) and a part time protocore researcher at the Association. No changes to Sylus, although there may be situations in the story where he might be a little out of character. Mentions of the other LADS men, but they are not the love interests here.

Chapter 6: The Protocore Mafia Is Real

My shoulders (especially the recently recovered one) were burning since my wrists were bound at my back. 

Surprisingly, the drug didn’t seem to have any side effect other than faint nausea, and even that seemed to stem from the fact that I was lying down at my side in the dark trunk of a moving vehicle. The spot at my neck where the needle had entered felt sore. The space smelled like dirty socks. 

I had undergone basic hunter’s training at the Association, and while I didn’t remember the rest, ‘NEVER PANIC’ was a rule of thumb. Instead, I tried to see what I could do, which wasn’t much. I wasn’t gagged, but that meant they were not scared that I’d scream. And my feet were bound too. The knots were difficult to get out of. After considering the lack of options, I relaxed and waited to see what’d happen next. At the moment, I was just a bound spectator of my own life.

The car rolled to a stop about thirty minutes later (I counted). The road leading here was bumpy as fuck and my limbs were aching horribly. The doors opened and closed, footsteps heading in my direction. The door of the trunk was lifted and I squinted at the burst of light, even though it was very dim. The wind caressed my bare face—the mask had been taken off. The area was dusty and I immediately launched into a coughing fit. 

“There, there,” a man said sarcastically and the rest of his pals roared as I was harshly yanked upright. The ties bit into my skin, but I clenched my jaw and kept the pain to myself. 

One of them crouched down to my level. He was sweaty and kept roving his eyes around, as if he were scared of someone. The others were just backlit shadows at this point. 

“Right, missy. We aren’t here to harm you,” the man croaked. “Just give it to us and we’ll be sending you on your merry way.”

“Give you what?” I coughed. 

“The aether core, silly,” he replied in a patronising tone. “Where is it? Under your dress?” He placed a sweaty palm on my thigh, leering at me while the others cackled like hyenas.

Keep it cool, play it cool. I leaned back, a bored expression on my face, inwardly wincing at the burning pain. “What the hell is an aether core?”

The patronising manner vanished. He jumped up and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking it back. “Pretty girl, last chance to go unscathed.” The other hand gripped my thigh so hard I was sure it’d bruise. “Where. Is. The. Aether. Core?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know what the fuck it is! Please, leave me alone!”

Internally, I was concentrating on my evol, slowly resonating with the core inside my heart to amplify it, but I needed another evol to work with. And none of the men had them. The man yanked my hair back further, at last squeezing a whimper from my lips. “Our intel is never wrong. Where is it?”

I thought of what to say. He waited for a few seconds and when I didn’t answer, let go of my hair to slap me right across the face. The impact had me rolling down to slump on the dusty ground. “Yo, man,” one of the others interrupted, sounding concerned. “She might die.”

“Fucking bitch.” The man kneeled and rolled me onto my back, my wrists bending painfully. He grabbed my throat and squeezed it, not caring about the remark of his pal. “Tell me!”

From my place on the ground, I saw that we were in a courtyard of a broken down and abandoned temple, a large bell tower the last remaining thing among the ruins. The atmosphere was reddish and hazy, dawn slowly eroding the night. I kept quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. If I died now, well, that was it. There was nothing I could do. 

“Resilient bitch,” someone said. “No wonder she escaped the explosion.”

Wait, what?

Before I could think about the remark, the bell at the top of the tower actually started ringing. The wind increased, throwing dust everywhere. The atmosphere turned even more red, or maybe I was hallucinating that. Whatever it was, it made the man release my throat. 

The wind increased and two men just magically appeared. I had to blink twice in the middle of violent coughing to register that they had been my ‘bodyguards’ at the auction. Somehow, I managed to stay conscious to see the events unfold. 

My kidnappers were literally quivering with fear. But one of them managed to be brave enough to say, “She’s ours. Sylus doesn’t get to have everything.”

A pang in my chest at the name. Huh. 

The twins still had their masks on as they came to a stop. “Ask us if we care.”

With those words, the reddish haze deepened into mist that swirled and rose around us like a gale, becoming opaque and hoisting all the kidnappers into the air. While they were screaming and writhing around, the twins snipped the ties around my limbs and set me free. They didn’t linger as I sat up, stepping away and maintaining that respectful distance from earlier. 

The mist choked the kidnappers, rushing to surround them and made them literally vanish into vermillion. All except one—the man who had put his hands on me. He fell to the ground with a splat and laid there, unmoving. 

An absolute silence for an instant.

The mist evaporated, the wind slowed down and the bell was ringing melodically. The rising sun that heralded a new day backlit the tall, slim figure who was standing right next to the bell on top of the tower. 

A small throb in my chest. The aether core inside me recognised something in the man standing above me, like a powerful, ancient god. I watched as he jumped down, his red misty evol assisting in a graceful land on his feet like a cat. I was bruised, bleeding, and exhausted. If this man decided to end me, then I was really dead.

The man came closer, kicking my now unconscious kidnapper with the toe of a polished shoe before stepping over and heading towards me. The light of the dawn revealed him in parts: silver hair, scarlet eyes, black attire with a sombre vermillion coat draped over his shoulders. Not a speck of dirt anywhere. He was beauty, elegance, and power, personified. 

He was Sylus, the man who ruled the N109 Zone. I did not except him to be so…handsome. Terribly beautiful. He could take whatever he wanted and I would still be begging for more. 

No. Wait. What the hell? I shook my head. This was not the time to be thirsting over a criminal wanted by governments across planets.  

He came to a stop right in front of where I was slumped into a heap. I could glimpse the red bottoms of his shoes as he did so. 

“Clear out that vermin,” he ordered the twins, but the crimson gaze was set on me. Even his voice was something to behold, the voice of emperors and ancient warlords. I held the gaze, mustering all my energy to maintain my last shred of dignity and stay upright.

There was not a shred of emotion on his face. After a minute of eye contact, I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind: “Did you kill my family?”

My voice was scratchy and soft from the dust, but he heard it clearly. He raised an eyebrow. “No,” he replied. “That was not me.”

The certainty and honesty in his voice was clear. The relief that flooded me when I heard that this elegant criminal (who had committed multiple crimes according to the Association’s database) was not the person who killed my family was something so palpable I could taste it on my tongue. 

Before I could say anything else, he grabbed my hand, noting the blood on my wrist and intertwined our fingers. “Resonate with me.”

“I—“ A thin lash of pain laced through my chest, stealing away my breath. “It hurts, please,” I bent forward, trying to concentrate but the agony was unbearable. What the fuck was he trying to do?

It stopped as abruptly as it had begun when Sylus let go of my hand, his expression unreadable. With the last of my strength, I laid back down on the ground, shallowly breathing with my eyes closed. I couldn’t stay awake for much longer. 

Hands slid over my shoulders and underneath my knees, so gentle that I barely felt them. I was lifted up carefully. “I finally have you in my arms, my dove,” was all I heard before passing out.

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Part 1: Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

[serpentface]

Question for Faiza: what does the average day for an Odonii priestess entail?

We wake before dawn, and most of us spend the morning working around the temple. We maintain the shrines and grounds so- tending the hearths and burning the offerings, collecting water from the spring, feeding the lions. And there's always lay visitors milling around the temple while we're doing all this, but our attendants take care of the general public interfacing so. We can mostly focus on our duties.

There's always going to be some pregnant women or the odd soldier stopping in, so you might give out blessings once? Twice? On any given day. Rarely any more than that. But sometimes, you'll be right in the middle of something important- it's always when you're in the middle of something - and then, suddenly, in wanders an entire troupe. And you hear them before you see them. They'll have brought every single weapon and piece of armor they own, so they're clanging loud enough to wake the dead. And you'll just be standing there thinking, well, this is going to be my entire morning now.

...But it's very important work of course, attending our soldiers. Give a man Odomache's blessing, and he fights more bravely alone than twenty without.

Once the temple closes, we usually spend most of the afternoon just preparing the amenchalme. So- grinding the maize, then blessing the maize, then grinding the salt, then blessing the salt, then mixing the wine, then blessing the wine, then mixing the oil, then blessing the oil... It's a little tedious, I won't lie. But I think this is our most important duty, in a way. Out of every rite we perform, day in and day out, this is the one that serves all our people. The amenchalme that blesses a whore's nameless bastard daughter at birth and the amenchalme that blesses a great lord at his wedding is the very same, made by the very same hands. So when I see priestesses shunting the task off to initiates so they can go nap on the grounds or play with their muskets...

I digress.

So, when the rest of our duties are complete, we end the day with training. This is mostly practicing the six dances. Ideally, every Odonii in the temple should be assembled and practicing in unison. But in practice, there's usually some stragglers. So you'll be out in the yard and everyone is following the same drumbeat, but you'll see one group dancing the spear, another dancing the musket, and then another who's already finished and running laps around the grounds just to kill time.

Our core duties are over at sundown, and we're free to do as we please. Dinner is served at the temple, so most of us will spend an hour or two in the hall, you know, socializing, having a little wine, unwinding. I like to go down to the ocean after dinner, when I can. I prefer the quiet.

Uh, so that's an average day for the vast majority of us. It varies throughout the year, of course. Things get busy when we're approaching festivals. Or during wartime. And I'm a senior Odonii and liaison to the Usoma, so-. My duties tend to be considerably more complex, year-round. Sometimes I miss those long afternoons just mindlessly pounding maize, haha.

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Notes:

-Temples to Odomache are open to the public from dawn until noon, and closed throughout the rest of the day. The temple consists of a great shrine that is publicly accessible by all, inner walled grounds that are prohibited to the public outside of certain festivals (tame lions are kept here), private spaces only Odonii and temple staff can enter (the Odonii's quarters and bathrooms, a dining hall, library), and ritually private spaces that only Odonii can enter (an inner shrine reserved for internal cult practice that is forbidden knowledge for non-Odonii)

-Odonii-attendants are high ranking servants to the priesthood. They start out as child servants given to the order by their fathers who perform most of the basic labor (this is a very attractive position to poor families in particular, as the family is paid until the child comes of age, and the child themself can acquire a degree of security and potential for class mobility that is otherwise difficult to attain). Those who choose to remain with the order upon adulthood (they have no choice in the matter beforehand due to children being under full legal jurisdiction of their fathers) may eventually graduate into attendant positions. This is a well paid and esteemed job, with attendants managing most of the practical logistics of maintaining a temple and interfacing with the public.

Servants to Odonii are only women and eunuchs. Those considered male are forbidden from this role (which entails entering some ritually private spaces, and sometimes seeing them naked in the course of bathing/being armored, etc) - the Odonii's body is sacrosanct and an analogue to the power and the security of the Wardi nation and God Itself, and the male gaze is considered uniquely dangerous to a metaphysically vulnerable female body and thus to be fundamentally violating of this sacred state.

-Outside of certain festivals and rituals, Odonii only perform blessings for royalty, soldiers, and pregnant women. Odonii also bless soldiers' weapons and armor.

-Amenchalme is the basic material used in public rites for blessing and purification. The finished product is a paste that is daubed on the body to give blessings, and consecrates animals/humans for sacrifice. It is exclusively produced by Odonii, but used in a broad variety of contexts.

-'Nameless' in the context of 'nameless bastard daughter' means not having a family name - ie an orphan of unknown parentage, or not being claimed by one's father, and therefore not having access to and the protection of the family as the foundational social unit in Wardi society. Namelessness itself is stigmatized, and its implications invariably entail ostracization and lowered status. Faiza saying 'whore's nameless bastard daughter' is her conjuring up like, the lowest possible status Wardi citizen she can imagine.

-The six dances are the core weapons-dances used in rites and for combat training, centered around the key weapons techniques- spear, sword, handgun, musket, spear and shield, sword and shield. Bow dances are still practiced by most soldiers (given that firearms are limited enough in access to have not fully replaced them) but are no longer part of the Odonii's core retinue.

-Faiza privately ascribes to a niche quasi-atheist strain of Wardi philosophy that posits that God fully died during creation and can no longer directly affect the world, and thus does not believe that the majority of rites her Entire Life is built on performing have any intrinsic divinely sourced effects. She is very good at not letting any of this slip, but tends to frame the benefits of rites around their practical effects (ie- soldiers who believe they are protected by God fight more bravely).

Her emphasis on the importance of amenchalme as is partly rooted in sincere conviction that all* (*Imperial Wardi citizen) people should receive the practical benefits of the state's religion regardless of class and she finds the ubiquity of the substance to be an equalizer, and partly because she absolutely believes in bad luck, ghosts, and evil spirits, and amenchalme protects people from those.

[elliesfireflys]

Little Secrets

bbf!Ellie Williams x Reader

Summary: Your older brother swore to her that if she layed a finger on you, she’d be in some deep shit. Let’s just say neither of you listened to him.

2.3k words (i’m sorry)

warnings: Smut (😮) oral, fingering, tit play (r! receiving) swearing.

a/n: havent wrote smut in so long sorry i’m rusty oh my.

It was a warm sunny august morning. August of course being the hottest month where you live, you were relaxed on your bed in a tank with some random pair of shorts you picked out of your laundry.

Your older brother barges through the door with sweat dripping down the crown of his head.

“Hello? Do you not hear me screaming your name downstairs dumbass?” he huffs out raising one of his eyebrows with attitude.

“I have my air conditioning blasting, and my door closed. So no I don’t hear you, dumbass.” You say emphasizing ‘dumbass’ at the end of your sentence, mocking him.

“Well, Ellie’s coming over in 10. So don’t start none of your bullshit when she gets here.”

Ellie Williams. Your brothers best friend since the 3rd grade, she was attractive to say the least. Her auburn hair always perfectly framing her face, those green eyes that get your cheeks dusted with pink when she looks at you.

“Hey. Did you hear anything I just said?” Your brother annoyingly snaps you out of a trance.

“Yeah yeah, Don’t start with my bullshit.”

——

About 15 maybe 20 minutes passed after you had your conversation about Ellie with your brother when you heard the doorbell ring.

“Ellie’s here!” Your brother yelled from downstairs, which u heard him this time as you kept your door open and air conditioning low this time because you wanted to hear when Ellie came in.

“Hey, what’s up.”

Ellie. Her low voice could send shivers down your spine (it has before). You make your way down the stairs and greet her. As you reach the bottom of the steps you see the girl herself. She’s wearing a pair of black sweats and a black shirt with rings adorning her hands. She takes notice of you, eying you up in down taking you in. Her eyes rest on your chest for a second too long as you feel your face heat up.

“Hey Els.” You bat your lashes a few times at her, feeling a boost of confidence.

“Hey.” Is all she says back to you. An awkward silence fills the space between you, your brother, and Ellie.

“Okay well, me and Ellie are gonna play video games down here so you can go upstairs now, bye.” He says motioning his hand in a ‘go away’ action.

“Actually i’m going to heat up the left over pizza from yesterday, do any of you want some?”

“I‘ll have a slice, left over pizza sounds good right now.” Ellie practically whispers, scratching the back of her neck. She does this when she gets around you. You don’t know why, but she just does. It’s cute.

To Ellie’s defense, she has always had a thing for you. Ever since she met you she had always found you attractive, even before she knew she liked women. And as you both grew older, and you developed more. Her little crush on you had only gotten worse, your brother though, had basically made Ellie swear to not do anything with you. That was the one thing holding her back from telling you how she truly felt.

“Okay, i’ll go heat it up now.” You turn on your heels towards your kitchen behind your living room where Ellie and brother had been seated, setting up his playstation.

A while had passed and the pizza was done heating up, as you were about to call Ellie to come get her pizza you hear her and your brother scream as they both died in whatever game they were way to into.

“Hey Ellie the pizzas ready!”

She quickly gets up from her seat on the couch half whispering an “I’ll be back” to your brother as she makes her way to the kitchen.

“Smells good, do you have any ranch?” She says as she grabs your hip with one of her hands and grazes her hips against your ass as she gently moved you aside so she can open the fridge.

You stand there frozen in the spot she moved you to for a second before speaking up, stuttering over your words for a moment.

“Uhm… you use ranch?”

“Yeah, it um. It just taste better than plain cheese pizza..” She says, seeing you both visibly flustered from the encounter just moment ago.

“El! You said you’d be right back but take 20 years to grab a fucking slice of pizza, i’m already on the next level!” you hear from the living room as your brother raises his voice to grab Ellies attention.

“Bro. I’m coming!” She raises her voice louder in reply. “Thanks for the pizza, and the ranch” She thanks you, holding up the bottle of ranch she found.

“Yeah, no problem.” You say as you take your slice and rush upstairs to your room.

Putting on something to watch but not even paying attention, as the only thing running through your mind was how Ellie pulled that stunt today.

You just had to get her back.

——

A few hours passed as it was dark out and you could still hear your brother and Ellie talking, they’ve moved on from video games to colleges.

You take your pizza plate and bring it downstairs to throw away. When you pass the couch in the living room, you and Ellie make eye contact. You both wanted each other, it was so obvious.

“Hey, Ellie’s sleeping here tonight, so don’t do anything. I mean it.” Your brother try to use a stern voice to you.

You make your way over to the couch, on Ellie’s side, leaning your hands on the arm rest of the couch purposely pushing your tits towards Ellie’s face. Her breath hitched as she took notice in how close you were to her.

“And what would we do?” You wait for either one of them to answer. “Exactly. Don’t get your dick all twisted.” You end the conversation by going upstairs for the night. Or at least until your brother was asleep.

Ellie had slept over many times before, she sleeps on the couch for some reason. Your parents were out tonight and we’re going to be gone till morning, all you had to do was get Ellie in your room. More specifically, your bed.

It was quiet in the house meaning your brother had gone to bed and Ellie was downstairs, she doesn’t sleep that fast so she had to have been up. You make your way down to your kitchen to grab a glass of water.

Looking towards the couch, Ellie wasn’t there, blankets were messed up so she had to have gotten up to use the bathroom. Proceeding to the kitchen is where you find Ellie, she’s turned around in her white wife beater which make her muscles pop and her sweats from today. She finally turns around and notices you, jumping back startled.

“Jesus. Fuckin’ scared me, why are you creeping around?”

“I’m just grabbing a glass of water calm down.” You grin finding it funny.

“It’s not funny, what if you could’ve been a murder?” She says in a low voice, the one that sends shivers down your spine, she moves towards you slowly, as if she’s testing you.

You hum “Maybe a little funny, you wanna know what’s not funny though?” she nods her head for you to continue “You pulling shit like what happened earlier.” You step forward meeting her green eyes slightly looking up as she was the taller one.

“What do you mean, babe?”

Babe. She knew what she was doing. And she was doing it well. “When you just had to move me by yourself and couldn’t just ask me to move? Yeah, shit like that.” You move your face up to Ellie’s, still holding eye contact as your lips brush against each other.

Soft breaths are shared between you too, both wanting to give in and just go for it. “I can’t.” Ellie pulls away fast and leans on the counter crossing her arms looking down. If it wasn’t for the little night light your parents set up in the kitchen, you wouldn’t have been able to see Ellies red cheeks.

You move closer to her, still not wanting to give up, eventually being almost chest to chest again. “Why can’t you give in El.” She breathes a long sigh before speaking “Your brother. He always told me to never do anything with you. And to show respect to him, and you, I always listened. It feels like hell trying to not give into you. But you’re his little sister.”

Your brain is moving a lightning speed trying to take in what Ellie had just said, so she has had feelings for you, just never voiced them. “Ellie, you’re 19. You can decided if you want to give in or not. You’re not my brothers puppy. And I am not that little girl anymore.” You move your face closer to hers again, chest to chest, her hands snake towards your waist. Resting them there lightly, as if you were delicate as porcelain; going to break at any moment.

“Give in.” You breathe against her lips. And that’s all it took for her to finally give in. Pressing her lips hard against yours, eventually slowly moving each others lips in a rhythm. The kiss was sloppy, tongues intertwining with each other, spit starting to drip down chins. It was like it would be your last time kissing. She grips your hips harder against her own hips, practically grinding you down on her, giving you small friction.

“Ellie. Please.” You whine out as you move from her lips to her neck leaving a trail of kisses, softly sucking on a spot, not hard enough to leave a mark. “What do you want baby. Say it.” She breathes out, tugging at your hair with one hand. “I need you. Ellie please I need you.” You pull back from her neck looking deeply in her eyes. “Fuck. Let’s go to your room.”

You take her hand and lead her to your room immediately shutting and locking the door. When you turn around Ellie pushes you against the door attacking your neck with kisses and bites. “You have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this.” She says in between kisses. She waste no time and starts lowering herself, landing on her knees in front of you. Her calloused yet gentle hands run up your thighs, reaching your red lacy panties as your breath hitches. “Can I take these off?” looking up at you doe eyed and pupils blown out with lust. You nod fast as she almost rips them off.

She hooks one of your legs on her shoulders holding you up as she moves her middle finger to rub tight circles on your clit, making you moan from the sudden action. “Fuck, you sound so pretty.” She says as she removes her finger and replaces it with her tongue, circling your clit and going side to side, she starts to suck on your bud leaving you moaning from pleasure. “Ellie- oh my god. fuck, more.”

“Yeah?, what do you want baby, gotta hear you say it.” at this point her mouth on your sensitive clit was enough for you to barley form a sentence, yet you still yearned for more. “I want your fingers El. want em really bad.” You trail one hand down your body to her head, grabbing her hair pushing her deeper into your pussy. “Since you asked so nicely.” She barley gets out as you’re holding her close, she takes 2 fingers and gently pushes them in. Waiting to see if it’s too much for you. Of course it was not and you moan louder from the stretch of her fingers filling you up, she starts to move in and out of you. Hitting the spot with her long fingers every thrust.

Her other unoccupied hand moved up and underneath your sleep shirt squeezing at your tit and pinching your nipple which is enough to get you to the edge. “Oh fuck. Ellie i’m so close.” she hums into your pussy. “I want you to come on my fingers baby, give it to me.” she says looking up at your fucked out face. A few more thrust and you cum all over her fingers, making a mess on her hands, which she wasn’t complaining. If it wasn’t for your leg on her shoulder holding you up, you would’ve collapsed as you come down from your high.

“Oh my god, you did so good for me.” She says kissing your thigh and standing from her knees, she couldn’t help but suck your juices off of her fingers, holding eye contact with you. You pull her in for a kiss, lips molding with each other as you taste yourself off of her tongue. You both pull away and stare at each other with smiles.

“I should get downstairs.” Shes reaching for the door handle as you grab her wrist. “Just sleep up here tonight, please.” you give her a pleading look but it doesn’t seem to work on her. “Your brother wakes up really early for no reason, and if he sees i’m not there and i’m up here, he’ll kill us both and you know that”

You sigh, moving out the way so she can get through and open the door, as she’s about to close the door and go downstairs she turns around to you and gives you a passionate kiss. “Goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning when we have to act like nothing happened.” She earns a giggle from you “Yeah, goodnight El.” she closes the door and heads downstairs to finally go off to bed.

In the morning, you and Ellie would not stop looking at each other and slightly giggling. “Guys. What the fuck is up with you two today.” your brother questions looking between you too as you turn to look at Ellie and she turns to look at you.

“Just. Long night I guess.”

[da-rulah]

Hello :)

I would love to request the Papas with a s/o who is basically a Disney Princess with animals and is constantly bringing home something new and unusual. Like ducklings in the bathtub or baby opossums in the dresser drawers. They think they get used to it until they bring something new and unusual, forever keeping them on their toes.

This is such a cute idea. 🥹 I've given it some thought, and I hope you enjoy!

Primo

It started when he found you hiding a stray puppy in one of his sheds. There was no way he could ever be mad at you; he wonders why you'd hidden it from him to begin with.

He'd given you the space to nurse the puppy and watched on with a softness in his eyes. This was one of those things he loved about you; your soft gentility.

One morning, he found you in the same shed with a box full of newborn fox cubs. They'd been abandoned, and you couldn't leave them out in the cold...

Primo relented easily, smiling to himself and offering to help.

This continued - filling the shed with animals you kept finding in need. They seemed magnetised to you. It astounded Primo...

He surprises you one day, having emptied the old shed of any of his gardening supplies and instead, asking the Ghouls to build you your own little animal sanctuary.

He figured you needed a less cluttered, cleaner and friendlier space for all your little rescues.

Secondo

He tries to argue with every new animal you bring home, but you've already overrun your shared quarters with three rabbits, two ferrets, a wounded crow and a raccoon

That raccoon was the last damn straw; they were supposed to be vicious! You couldn't keep that here?

But the thing just sat around blinking at him, eating scraps most of the time.

He grumbled and groaned about it like an unexpected new father would.

But you come home from your duties one evening and find him knelt at the edge of the bathtub, shirt sleeves rolled up past his elbows, cigarette between his lips as he coos and whispers to the ferrets who are playing in the water beneath him.

The rest of your furry friends are surrounding him, avoiding the water but calmly enjoying his company too.

He looks so soft, fussing over all of them as if he hadn't been grumbling over their very existence.

"See, you do love them," you smirked, leaning against the door frame.

"Amore, I would kill or be killed for them. But no more..." he told you sternly.

He was not going to like what was waiting for him in the living room.

Terzo

Total enabler.

He becomes aware of your little obsession very early in the relationship and his favourite little trick, is to tell you "you only got one? But it'll be lonely" and give you puppy dog eyes.

Obviously, you cave every time, finding friends for your rescues.

Your apartment is like Noah's fucking Ark - two by two of everything.

He loves it though, and insists that you name the first, he name the second, every time.

He must say, the weirder the animals get, the more difficult life in your quarters becomes but hey, he likes the challenge.

He figures that soon enough he'd be able to open up "Papa's Petting Zoo" for the Ministry children.

He does indeed make a joke to you about Papa's "Heavy Petting Zoo" that was saved for you and you alone. He couldn't resist.

Copia

He started it.

He had two rats when you first started dating, but he just kept bringing them home with him.

And so then, every time you came across a rat that needed shelter, you would bring that little guy home to an ever-growing adoptive family.

Copia's face would light up every time, and together you'd spend the entire evening brainstorming names.

Eventually the enclosures you had for them had to keep getting bigger and bigger, until eventually, your apartment was overrun and their enclosure was the entire living room space.

Neither one of you minded of course, happy to give them the freedom they desired.

[the-californicationist]

The Missed Deadline

Gaz/FReader - virginity pact, childhood besties, explicit consent

AO3 Link

You and Kyle had a pact. Ever since you were teenagers, you pinky promised that if you were still virgins by the time you turned 21, you’d do it together. He’d gone off to war and lost his virginity immediately, but when he comes back to help his mum for the holiday, he learns that you still have yours, and you’re way past your deadline. 

!!! MDNI/18+ NO EXCEPTIONS !!

To anyone who has not yet lost their virginity: THIS IS FICTION AND IT IS NOT A GUIDEBOOK. Fuck responsibly, everyone.

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You couldn’t believe your eyes. Your neighbor, Mrs. Garrick, had been moving all of her old furniture into storage, prepping for a huge remodel, and now, here he was. He was back. It had been years since you’d seen him. 

“Marco?” You called out from your open bedroom window.

He looked around for a moment, resting after helping move a dresser out of the front door, so you called again,

“Up here!”

He looked up at your window, and his face lit up when he found you. 

“Polo? Bloody hell. It’s you,” his face softened with amused wonder, and he started to take off his leather work gloves, “I’m coming up!”

Kyle moved through your garden in the same way he always had, ever since you were kids. You heard your front door open, and then you listened as his heavy boots trod up the stairs, and finally, you watched the old brass knob to your room turn, pop, and open with a soft creak. 

He stood there in the doorway, one hand still on the knob, frozen in time. Only, he was much older than he should’ve been. 

He should have been 15 again, showing you how to work a two-way radio so you could play recon with him in the fields next to your house. 

He should have been 16, trying to learn how to kiss, telling you and himself that you were just doing it to practice, that it didn’t have to mean anything. 

He should have been 17, sitting on your bed, head in his hands, telling you he’d joined the army and that he didn’t know when he was coming back, but that he had fallen for you and he knew that you couldn’t be together. 

He should’ve been 18, back from basic training, telling you about all of his adventures, asking if you still liked him, making you promise that if you were both still virgins when you turned 21, you’d lose it together. 

But, now, here he was, 22 and staring at you, making you feel like you were still 15, making promises to him that you were never meant to keep. 

“Marco,” you whispered, standing up and reaching out for him.

“Polo,” he whispered back, crossing the room to hold you in his arms. 

He was wearing a tee shirt without its sleeves, sweaty and dirty from moving furniture all day, and he stared down at you like he expected you to kiss him. Remembering himself, he broke the hug and moved back, suddenly aware of his body in your small space.

You went through the little dance you were supposed to do: hi - hi - how are things - how’s school - how’s your mum - blah, blah, blah. It was nothing, and you knew it was nothing, and so did he. So, you stopped. 

“Did you keep your promise, then?” You knew he hadn’t. He was a grown man in the army for fuck’s sake. 

He blushed, and shook his head,

“No, I didn’t. Go a little carried away on leave with the lads once or twice.”

“With the lads, hm?” You teased him.

“No! I mean, it was ladies. But, uh, it was also lads. Sometimes. Uh…Christ,” he rubbed his hands down his face in embarrassment. 

You raised your eyebrows and smiled wide,

“Ah! So, you have been practicing, haven’t you?”

He grinned,

“Yep. Just rehearsing for the big performance. How about you?”

He grabbed a towel from the stack by your closet, knowing where you kept them and put it on the bed so he wouldn’t get your sheets dirty when he sat down on them. The mattress creaked under his weight. You could smell his sweat and laundry detergent. 

You shook your head,

“None for me. Just haven’t found the right one, I guess.”

Kyle gasped,

“You’re past due, Polo. What are we gonna do with you?”

“Throw me out?” You laughed, trying to ease the tension.

The tension did not ease. He was so close to you, and he was staring at you in a new way, studying you like he didn’t know you by heart. 

You reached out to touch his cheek, finding a fresh scar on it where there had not been one before. You felt his skin shudder so gently beneath your touch, and his breathing quickened. You rubbed the scar with your thumb like you would a stain, trying to get it out. Then, he lunged for you, kissing you deeply, so different and so much more sure of himself than he had been at 16, 17, and 18. All of those kisses tasted just like this one though, and the memory of your feelings for him came rushing back, fresh as the day they were borne. 

You remembered when you had decided you were in love with Kyle Garrick. He was about to turn 16, and you and he and a few of his friends had gone down to Brighton beach for the day to celebrate. You’d played Marco Polo in the waves, blind, hands out, feeling for bodies in the current. You were Polo and he was Marco this time, and you were swimming away from him, but a wave caught you and shoved you into him. He had wrapped you in his arms to steady you, and since you were the only girl, he knew it was you. 

He’d lingered on you with his eyes still wrenched shut, rubbing his palms down your body, touching your breasts beneath the water, cupping your ass and touching your belly. You’d lingered on him as well, getting as far as the band of his pants before the next wave hit and broke you apart. You’d swam to shore together, and you didn’t speak for the rest of the day, but you had stared at each other like your life depended on it. Enthralled.

That next evening, while your parents were out at dinner, you’d used the two-way radio to call him over, but you couldn’t help yourself, and you called him “Marco.” When he called you “Polo,” you knew he liked you, and that was enough. 

He broke the kiss, and he whispered into your gasping mouth, 

“I’m sorry, I just… I wanted to… sorry…”

“Are you going to make good on your promise, Marco?” You tested him.

His gaze shot up to find yours, and you got lost in the deep chocolate brown of his wide, bright eyes. He was searching for the jest and finding only earnestness.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I think it should be you. Seems right. You don’t have to… be with me or anything. I get that you have your army thing, and I don’t want to distract you from that, but I —”

“No,” he said, shoving a stake through your heart. Or at least it felt like it. 

“No?” You confirmed, praying you’d heard the simplest word wrong.

“No, I mean, not like this. Tonight. What are you doing tonight?”

“Tonight? Nothing. I was just here helping bring my mum’s things to her sister’s house. She lives there now, and I’m watching their place while I’m on holiday from uni. Didn’t even plan to stay this afternoon, but I can.”

“Tonight, let me take you to Five and Ten,” he stood up suddenly, straightening himself out, looking proper as he could in his mess of work clothes. 

“Why? You don’t have to do all that. Just forget I said —”

“Please. Let me take you. Six o’clock. I’ll drive us.”

So, he did. You wore an old dress from when you were young, and you thanked all the gods that it still fit. He looked much sharper than you in a burgundy suit and a shining tie. He’d become quite fashionable in his adulthood, it seemed.

The food was exquisite, and he ordered expensive wine. Kyle held your door and pulled out your chair, and he even paid for the whole meal. It was magical. You’d only been on a few dates, but this one blew the others way out of the water. 

At the end of the night, you ended up back where you started. The towel was still on the bed. But, now, you were in your dress clothes and he was in his, and you were just as nervous as you were when you were 16. 

“Look,” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders, speaking softly as though you weren’t the only people in the house, “I need you to know that this stops the moment you say it does. If you think, even for a moment, that you need me to stop, all you have to do is say so and it stops. Okay?”

“Okay,” you sounded unsure. 

“Hey,” he took your chin in his hands and lifted your face to his, “We don’t need to do this. I loved… I had a wonderful time tonight, and I’m happy. You’ve made me the happiest man alive. Please don’t say yes just because you think —”

“Kyle,” you dropped his nickname in favor of his real one, needing him to know you were serious, “I want to, if you want to.”

“Bloody hell, I want to,” he groaned. 

It was all a rush, then. He was kissing you, and you were pulling off his coat. He was running his huge hands across your bare back, and you were tugging at his buttons. He was laying you on the bed, and pulling off your heels. You were unzipping him and unzipping you and unfurling into each other like two roses blooming face to face, your petals bending and pushing and mixing and slipping together as you opened and opened and opened to each other. 

Finally, there you were, naked and shaking. He paused, whispering to you,

“Marco?”

You smiled, kissing his full lips to taste your memories again, 

“Polo.” You whispered back. 

He kissed down your neck,

Marco?

Polo.

He took one of your nipples into his mouth and began to suckle from it, pulling the skin and nipping at your taut nub. 

Marco?

Polo.

Traveling down your belly…

Marco?

Polo.

Licking up the side of your navel…

Marco?

Polo.

Burying his nose in your folds and taking in a long, deep breath…

Marco?

Polo.

He plunged his mouth onto you and ate you like he was still hungry, like he hadn’t had dinner, like he’d never tasted anything so good in his whole goddamn life. All of the lapping and the laving and the sucking came to a crescendo again and again. Adding a finger, he began to stretch you open. He was careful with you, too careful. 

“Kyle,” you rubbed his shaved head encouragingly, “Another, babe. Please.”

The groan that came out of his mouth sent powerful vibrations through your body. You felt him add another finger, and the delicious stretch that came from it made your core flood with wet, hot slick. 

“You’re so wet. So good,” he moaned against your lips.

“Will you… please?” You begged, not sure how to ask for what you wanted.

Kyle smiled,

“Still impatient as ever, Polo. You haven’t changed.”

You whined, begging with a twist of your hips and your body. 

“Shh, shh, baby,” he kissed your pussy again, wetting his lips on you, “Gotta open you up for me.”

You arched your back as he sucked on the tight nerves of your clit, pulling an orgasm from you as his fingers pumped inside of you, creating wet noises that filled the quiet room. Your moans and his breaths became your call and his response, and the more you rocked your hips against his jaws, the hungrier he seemed to become. Eventually, his tongue joined his fingers, feeding itself into your clenching hole as a third member, stretching you through your pleasure, readying your body for his intrusion. 

“God,” you reached down to him, searching for a hand to hold, “Oh, my God.”

He grabbed your hand tightly, holding you as you trembled against his mouth.

Finally, he was satisfied, and you were deeply pliant, dripping for him, and you felt the warmth pool inside you. You felt ready. 

He positioned himself between your legs and lay his cock along your pussy lips and up onto your belly, showing you its length. You put your hands on him, touching his hardness. Kyle whimpered, shocking you with the noise he made, steadying himself on your hips, breathing hard. 

“Are you going to put it in me?” You whispered, hearing your voice but not realizing you were saying the words. 

“Yeah, baby, I am,” he promised, “You ready?”

You nodded, watching as he placed his head at your entrance, feeling the pressure he applied as he pushed forward. The first inch or two felt wonderful, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn’t until he sank deeper into your pussy that you started to feel the pressure he was creating with his girth. It stung, and then, there was a quick release. He slipped forward, no longer impeded, and he caught himself, aware of you and your pain.

He was gasping, trying to hold himself back,

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you pulled him into a long kiss, bending your hips to encourage him.

“Fuck, okay, okay…” he groaned, pushing into you deeper. 

He moved slowly, carefully, and with his gaze pinned to your face, watching for any signs of pain or displeasure. His hand worked your clit for you, building your pleasure as your body experienced this new, full sensation. You felt like you were using muscles within you that you’d never used before. 

Unable to hold himself together, he rested his nose and mouth in the crook of your neck, kissing you, whining for you, telling you a million sweet nothings about how good you were and how you were making him feel. You cradled his head, enjoying all of the sensations he was crafting within you, hanging on every word.  

The way that your body was taking him was painful at first, but the fullness had made up for it. You reveled in the sensation of his cock’s hardness as it parted your walls. You had an implant, and you were looking forward to feeling his come in you.

“Can you go faster?” You asked into his ear, ready for another orgasm and needing his help. 

He looked up at you like you had asked him something impossible, or at least something insane, and he furrowed his brow, cupping your chin in his palm, looking into your eyes to see if you were telling the truth. 

“I can, baby,” he kissed you, sucking your bottom lip between his, licking against your tongue like an invitation.

“Please…” you begged. 

“Mmmnghh,” he cried, forcing his hips to thrust into you with a quicker rhythm, listening to the wet slapping noises it made on your body. 

The bed creaked, and you watched as his whole body contributed to his work. His strong core and huge shoulders helped him rut into you, and you could see the red flush coating his cheeks and neck. His intensity was making you feel like you were static, like you could call down lightning to strike you at any moment.

“Kyle, oh, fuck… you’re making me come. Fuck!” You called out for him, feeling yourself tumbling over the edge from his new speed. 

“You’re making me come,” he growled, staring down at where you were joined together, his huge body tensing like he was trying to hold onto you in a torrential storm, like you would fly away from him if he didn’t hold you tight. 

You tried to hold back, but you clenched down around him, unable to help your reaction. He thrust forward once, and then once more, in a stuttering, slow fashion, and you felt his come pulse into you, hot and sticky. It was subtle, but enjoyable, and you clenched again to draw out another sigh. 

“Fuck, that was… it was perfect. Your pussy is perfect, baby. Holy shit. You held me just right. I’m so sorry, I couldn’t stop it,” he was mumbling, still thrusting in and out of you as he softened, trying his best to calm down. 

You ran your hands across his wide chest,

“Thank you for keeping your promise.”

“Wanna make another one?” He smiled down at you, kissing you as he slid out of your body, turning you over so he could hold you close to him.

[analogwriting]

The Other Side of Paradise

Chapter One: Poplar St

Killer x gn!reader word count: 1.6k first|next a/n: i know this is shorter pls bear w me as i get back into the swing of things trustttt the rest will be longer kinda laying the land a bit

As you pulled up to your house, loud music was playing from the closed garage; as it always did. You climbed out of your car, stretching a bit before heading inside. Once inside, you headed down the hallway to the door leading into the garage. You couldn’t open the large door as things were hanging on it and it wasn’t like there was any room to park in there anyway. It was more of a large hangout space than a place to park your vehicle. Besides, you had plenty of driveway to park in.

As you opened the door, the music grew tenfold. You didn’t mind, however. It was something you were used to at this point. Kid had done exactly what he had set his heart on all those years ago. He formed his band with your friends once everyone reached their teens. He was the vocalist, sometimes playing the guitar. Heat was the lead guitarist and backup vocals. Wire was the bassist, sometimes playing the keyboard. Killer played the drums, also helping write a lot of the lyrics and composing the music.

They also were pretty good. They traveled to nearby cities and towns, playing in all kinds of places. Maybe you were biased, but you just knew they were going to be signed any day now.

The moment the door opened, Killer looked back at you, a large smile forming on his face as he kept playing. The others hadn’t noticed you as they were facing away and too lost in playing to really notice, but Killer always could tell when you walked in. It was the deep connection the two of you shared. At least that’s what you told yourself. He was your boyfriend after all, even after all these years.

You walked over to him with a large smile, leaning down and kissing him softly. He didn’t miss a beat, still playing his drums as he kissed you. The two of you knew better than to interrupt practice, Kid had yelled at you plenty of times for it. So, Killer became very skilled at multitasking. Well, at least in the form of kissing you while he played.

You pulled away, smiling at him for a moment, him returning the smile. You kissed him one more time before letting him be. You had homework and he needed to focus. When you turned, you noticed Hop sitting on the couch, reading with a sleeping Dive slung across her lap. You snorted at the sight, settling in on the other side of the couch.

Hop looked at you, waving. You returned the wave before diving into your homework, wanting to finish it before practice ended. You couldn’t exactly talk when the music was as loud as it was. 

During the duration of their practice, people came and went. Gig and Pomp stopped by, dropping off some snacks before heading off to their afternoon classes. Hip and Bubblegum popped by, sitting and chilling for a while before heading back out as well. 

That’s the way your house worked nowadays. Your mother passed a couple years ago, leaving you the house and a good enough inheritance to keep you comfortable. Kid had always lived with you and your mother, so of course he was always at the house. Killer had stayed with you most of the time after your mother passed, knowing how close the two of you were. It had been rough of you. He had also been close with her, of course. He eventually just…never left. He had a spare key since your teens, so he was already a part of the household basically.

Your friend group had grown so much and with everyone having crazy schedules, it wasn’t like you could just…hang out in a big group like you used to. Sure, sometimes the stars aligned and you were able to have some kind of get together with everyone, but this more casual way was easier for everyone. People came and went, hanging out for as long as they liked or as little as they liked. The fridge and cabinets were always full of snacks and food that people brought. There were different game consoles, tv screens, the likes spread throughout all the rooms. It was just one giant hangout spot and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You left the backdoor unlocked at all times. You had a fenced in backyard, but there was always someone you trusted at the house at all times so you didn’t have to worry otherwise. Besides, you’d been in this neighborhood for so long, you knew everyone.

You suddenly felt strong arms wrap around you and lift you up. You slowly woke up, not even realizing you had fallen asleep. “Didn’t mean to wake you,” Killer’s voice was low as he pressed a kiss to your temple. You yawned, shaking your head. “It’s alright. I didn’t even realize I fell asleep. How long was I out?” You snorted, looking up at him and kissing him.

“Not too long. We just finished up.”

“How was practice?” You looked over, seeing that Hop and Dive had left. It was just you and the four who were just playing.

“It went good as usual, but there’s something missing,” Kid said, drawing your attention. You immediately rolled your eyes, knowing exactly where this was going.

“Tungsten, I’ve already told you. I’m not joining.”

Kid groaned loudly. “But why not! Your soft vocals would provide the coolest dynamic!” He flopped into the recliner across from you, slightly pouting.

“You know why.” You rolled your eyes, folding your arms. “Singing and all that in front of you guys and our friends is one thing, but it’s completely different going on stage in front of tons and tons of strangers.” You shook your head. “The pressure is too much.”

“Laaaaaame.” He huffed, cracking open a beer and drinking it.

“You guys are doing just fine without me.” You shook your head.

“We’d do better with you,” Kid was definitely pouting at this point. It was like he was still a child sometimes. Always pouting when he didn’t get his way. He decided to switch topics, talking to Wire about something or another, you stopped paying attention as you rested against your boyfriend.

“I love it when the light sits on you just right,” Killer randomly mused. You looked at him, confused by his words. He always said the most random things, but they always ended up being really sweet.

“What are you saying right now?” 

He handed you his phone and you slowly took it, still unsure what he was getting at. The lockscreen woke up as you held it and it was a picture of you. He had clearly just taken in as you were wearing exactly what you did in the picture. You were also asleep. He was right - the light that came through the highset windows in the garage hit you just right, illuminating you in a way that made you look like a sleeping angel.

You immediately felt your face heat up and he spoke again, “Good picture, isn’t it?” He was right. It was a good picture. It was almost unbelievable that it was you. A lazy smile stretched across his face. “Still doesn’t compare to the real thing, though.”

“That’s it! I’m not watching this!” Kid stood up, flinging his hands in the air and heading inside. “I’m seeing if anyone happened to make some cabbage rolls.”

“I was gonna make some tonight!” you called as he left. You weren’t even sure if he heard you. You snorted, shaking your head.

“Oh, by the way. Be ready on Friday.” You looked to Killer with a confused expression once more. He was really pulling things out of thin air today. He was just hitting you left and right today. “What’s Friday?”

“We’re gonna have a date night. It’s been a couple weeks and I can’t remember the last time we went out - just us.” 

He was right. Usually when you went out, someone was always tagging along. You were typically always accompanied by one or more of your friends.  You didn’t hate it, but sometimes you just wanted it to be just the two of you. “I have some news to share, too.”

You immediately perked up. “What news?” You searched his face as if it were written on him somewhere.

“I’ll tell you Friday.” He shrugged, a smirk on his face and you groaned. “Killi, that’s not fair. That’s three days away! You’re killing me!” You flopped against him, folding your arms and pouting.

You might not have been much better than Kid sometimes. It seemed some things ran in the family.

“Oh, you’ll be just fine.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I figured we could go to a movie then go to that new smoothie place you’ve been wanting to try.” 

Your face brightened as you sat up, turning to face him. “Really?” A new smoothie place had opened up downtown and you’d been dying to try it. You wanted to try it with Killer because you always tried new places together, but Kid had been hounding on practice even more as of late, so you didn’t get to see Killer as much.

Killer chuckled softly, nodding. “Yes, really. We can go to the movies right after you get out of class. Or we can go to the smoothie place first then go to the movies.”

“I like that plan better. A smoothie after a long week of school work sounds like a good treat.” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck and relaxing against him.

He grinned right back. “It’s a date then.” Then he kissed you, leaving you all sorts of excited for Friday.

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[scekrex]

Hi (●’◡’●)ﾉ 💕💕💕💕

Another request 💕💕💕 sorry if my another request was too over bearing (◞‸◟ㆀ) I will try to make my requests to you has sample has possible!

So for my request while listening to my play list I was thinking ftm teen reader x Adam were reader has gender dysphoria and really hates when his shark week comes around?

If you can thank you 💕💕💕💕

Nah hun, don't worry. Sometimes I just take a lil longer than other times, it all depends on life n what plans I have, I've been quite busy the past few days. But here ya go xoxo/p

Let me live/Let me die

pairing: Adam x trans!male!reader

warnings: language, body dysphoria, reader thinks about self harm

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

It was a bitch, really. When you had been back on earth there had been no way for you to get your hands onto hormones so your voice always stayed high pitched, your body never started to grow facial hair, there was no t-dick, no muscles and your shark week busted open the gates every fucking month. Not even in heaven you were free from that monthly bleeding, for Christ's sake, who the fuck made that decision?

So when it was that time of the month again you pushed yourself away from Adam - physically. You had been cuddling with the leader of the exorcists all night and it had been fine but now? Now everything felt wrong, your body, your voice, your soft facial features, the curves that made your body look elegant instead of bulky. The physical pain that shot through your body not to mention.

The second you pushed yourself away and turned your back towards Adam the man woke up to check where the warmth of your body went only to find you on the other half of the bed, curled up tight in one of the blankets. His confused expression softened and he scooted towards you, only for you to flinch away again, growling a low, “Don’t fucking touch me.” Adam stopped in his movement and looked at you in concern. “It’s that time of the month again, huh?” he simply asked as he finally moved backwards a little to give you the space you needed. A low huff escaped you and you wrapped the blanket even tighter around your body.

Your own nails were digging into your skin, it was the only thing that kept you from ripping open your stomach and pulling out all of your guts - including that fucking bitch of a uterus that you weren't even supposed to have. You were supposed to have a body like Adam, to look the part, to sound the part. Yet you were stuck in this female body you didn't ask for.

“Babes,” his voice was tired yet soft as you felt the mattress shifting, he just got up. He walked around the bed to kneel down in front of you, dressed in nothing but a boxershorts. You wanted to push the blanket away and cling onto him, to bury your face in his neck and breathe in nothing but his scent for the rest of this nightmarishly week. And so you did. The blanket landed somewhere on the floor and you basically launched yourself into his arms, your arms wrapped around his neck, nails dug into his back once you were steady. Your legs were wrapped around his hips and he placed a big, warm hand on your back to steady you while his other hand softly petted your hair. “I hate this, I hate this so fucking much,” you whimpered against his neck as tears started to well up in your eyes. You didn't want to cry, you wanted to stay strong, to live through it without complaining. But you couldn't. It was just all too much.

Adam shushed you as he pressed a loving kiss to your cheek, “I know you do babes.” Adam never really knew what he was supposed to do during dysphoria breakdowns, you either isolated yourself from him and his touch until it wore off, or you clung onto him like a newborn baby. He liked you clingy better but would of course give you space if needed. “Watcha say about pancakes, huh? Sounds fucking great?” You lifted your head a little to look into the golden eyes you adored so much, a small, weak smile on your face, “Sounds fucking great.”

So the day continued. And the brunette was not going anywhere without you, hell might burn brighter today, he even canceled band practice and told Sera to “Fuck off, my babe needs me,” when she had called and asked him to meet Emily. Most of the day you two had been spending in bed, it was the most comfortable and cozy place to spend shark week at. And while tomorrow would be yet another day for you to walk through the hell of dysphoria, today was okay because Adam was there. Adam had wrapped his entire body around you so that all your senses could focus onto him and him alone. He was also singing a song, you were too zoned out to notice if it was the same song over and over again or if it were different ones. But Adam's voice calmed you down and Adam's touch made you feel less like tearing open your stomach and pulling out your guts.

While tomorrow would be yet the same painfully disgusting experience, today Adam was there to take it from you for at least a couple hours.

[gumy-shark]

ok gumy, i actually would like some more elaboration in this moon big season such as:

The cults, what the fuck is up with that?

something, something bdubs’ last stand as the moon crash down on him (bc almost every king tag in the last 101 mentioned that and my ears are perked up)

the graphic of the moon crashing into world looks so pretty where we’re you when this happened 🎤 ?

hehehe you’ve fallen into my trap >:D

THE CULTS:

there were at least two cults formed in response to the moon big: the Mooners and the Order of Octa.

the Mooners cult was formed by mumbo jumbo at the end of november. mumbo believed that the moon was angry because hermits kept sleeping to skip through the night, so he gathered the other members of boatem village (impulse, pearl, scar, and grian), and they and cubfan135 all decided to stop sleeping in hopes of appeasing the moon.

as they went longer and longer without sleeping, the mooners got a little. silly. and by silly i do mean insane. their skins got more disheveled, eventually turning out to look like this

(in order: grian, mumbo, scar, impulse, cub, and pearl. i know you aren’t v familiar with these guys and what they normally look like, but i think you can get the picture)

the mooners even resorted to human sacrifice to try and appease the moon, but nothing worked. eventually they gave up, tried (and failed) to blow up the moon with a missile, and started sleeping again.

the other cult i don’t remember as much about. the Order of Octa, comprised of rendog and docm77, had been doing an ARG all season, which culminated in them getting a little bit possessed, shaving their heads into monk tonsures, and going around beheading people while chanting their names. for their finale, they gathered all the heads together and input a code? i think? that opened up a portal out of the simulation that was season 8 (note: the season being a simulation is only canon in ren and doc’s storyline)

BDUBS’ STORY:

okay yeah this one’s pretty tragic. for bdubs’ finale, he rides his horse around the server, collects the profits from his shops, business as usual. except the moon is giant, the ground is basically disintegrating underneath him, and for the large majority of his episode there’s just nobody there. he doesn’t seem afraid of the moon or the chaos at all, instead spending the whole time talking about how everyone’s leaving, so that means that really, all this stuff is his now! how fortunate for him!

all his friends are already gone. his only companions at this point are his horse and his pet parrot. he does his usual outro, saying goodbye to his audience and telling us he’ll see us in the next episode! and then he turns around, and the animation of the moon crashing into the server plays- it is clear from the animation that he could not have survived the impact.

that on its own is sad, but what kicks it into high gear is tango’s finale. in tango’s final episode of season 8, he’s on the moon trying to figure out a way to knock it back into its usual orbit, and he receives a transmission from bdubs. this message shows bdubs a couple days pre-impact, and he is panicked, yelling about how everything’s going to shit (static cuts off the “shit” part bc this is a pg server) and everything they’ve built is about to be destroyed. as he finishes the message, he urges tango to stay in space, because things are so bad on the ground, and talks about trying to find a way to escape.

in this context, the general consensus/implication of bdubs episode is that he tried to find a way to escape the falling moon, failed, and decided to live out the rest of his hours in total denial before dying in a massive fucking explosion. which is significantly more tragic.

WHERE WAS I WHEN THIS HAPPENED?

in the kitchen. i remember being super excited for new episodes, and then got gut-punched by nearly every hermit i watched uploading their finale at the same time.

[wrongcaitlyn]

been a long time since i did a snippet from my writing before the update bc i kept having to finish the chapter on the saturday right before posting, but!!! i actually managed to write ahead this weekend so here's a little snippet from the beginning of ch 2 of the fierrochase two-shot :)

“Oh, he’s thinking about him again,” Blitz’s voice pulls Magnus out of his thoughts, and he turns around to glare when—

“Thinking ‘bout who?” Alex pops up right behind Blitz and Hearth, the front strands of his green curls falling into his face. He’s wearing this neon green eyeliner that drags Magnus’ focus straight to his eyes, as if he wasn’t drawn there immediately in the first place. 

Blitz opens his mouth to speak, and Hearth is already signing a response, so Magnus, for once, hopes that Alex isn’t able to translate it. “Blitz,” Magnus quickly interrupts, elbowing said guy in the rib while signing for Hearth. “And how much of an idiot he is.” He tries to smile at Alex, and hates the butterflies that erupt in his stomach at Alex’s smug smirk.

“Bold words from you,” he quips, then turns to introduce himself to the Blitz and Hearth, which Magnus knows he hadn’t been able to do back in LA. Still, Magnus had basically given them the rundown of everything important and unimportant (not that there really was anything unimportant about Alex Fierro) through various ramblings when suggesting music to play at the Chase Space. He used to very rarely recommend music, usually wanting to let the kids choose something comforting to them—but that didn’t extend to the office room where he, Blitz, Hearth, Mallory, and the rest of the crew worked, in which Jack usually liked to play whatever was on top of Pop Radio and sing along. Loudly. 

Magnus can’t help but smile watching Alex interact with his friends, who thankfully drop the teasing. For now. 

“We’re gonna need to head backstage soon,” Alex tells them when he checks the time, a bit after Nico has left the stage. “You guys wanna watch from a different angle this time?”

I’m sure Magnus wants to, Hearth signs, making Magnus narrow his eyes. 

Blitz responds, “I think Hearth and I’ll want to stay in the ADA section. But Magnus has always wanted to watch a show from backstage!”

“Wh—”

“Oh, really?” Alex grins in his direction. “Come on, then!” He promptly grabs Magnus’ hand—his hand, this time, not his wrist, fingers interlocked and everything—and leads Magnus around the barricade. 

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ I got inspired by some art I saw on Twitter (I think it was from @teaforgods), and I said, why not write a smut about it? I hope you’ll like it! Your feedback is appreciated ♡

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ P a i r ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Gojo x F!Reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ T a g s ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆smut, dub-con, roleplay, mention of knives, crying, p in v, unprotected sex.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ P l o t ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ A mysterious man with a Ghostface mask chases the reader around the house. His intentions change at some point 👀.

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Your heart was racing as you ran through the corridors of your own house. It was a two-story building, so you had plenty of space. The main problem was that you couldn’t hide anywhere, as the intruder was always behind you. He was insanely fast, making it very difficult for you to trick him.

“Leave me alone!” You shouted in despair as you saw him dangerously close to you. Luckily, you entered the bedroom and shut the door in his face. Sounds of scratching could be heard on the other side, accompanied by loud bangs as he forced himself through the door.

Suddenly, everything became quiet. The only thing that you could hear was your own breathing.

“Is it over?”

The ringtone of your phone made you flinch. Hesitantly, you brought the phone to your ear and listened. For a few seconds, it was quiet, then a menacing voice spoke.

“What about the window, you fucking moron?”

You looked terrified at the window you forgot to close, and before you could react, a tall, buffed figure climbed inside wearing a tight, dark shirt with sweatpants and a Ghostface mask. He was holding a knife and waving it in the air in a taunting manner.

You were cornered in your small bedroom. You didn’t have time to unlock the door, and you’d rather not turn your back on him.

“Please…” you said in a croaked voice as you walked backwards.

“Beg harder,” he said as he kept closing the distance between you. Suddenly, your back hit the door, and seeing that you’re cornered, the intruder let out a devious chuckle. He kept coming towards you slowly, as if he wanted to agonise you. When there were mere inches between you, he placed a hand next to your head and hunched a little to be closer to your face. He brought the knife to your cheek and pressed the blade lightly on your flesh, urging you to look at him.

“Such a pretty face," he said. The truth is, you were gorgeous, even when you were crying for your life. “It would be a shame to slash such beauty into pieces.”

“Please…I’ll do anything…” you said between sobs.

“Anything…?”

You nodded. A devious smirk formed under his mask.

The hand that rested near you slid slowly on the wall, and then it stopped near your face. Then, as his thick, long fingers danced across your skin, his big thumb began playing with your lower lip. As he did so, you stopped crying and watched your intruder with half-lidded eyes. He gently ran his thumb a few more times over your lips until he urged you to open them, a moment in which he slid his digit inside, playing with the inside of your mouth.

“Hmmm, so warm... so wet…” he said in a hoarse voice.

You closed your eyes as you wrapped your pretty lips around his fingers and began to suck. This made him drop the knife on the floor. The clink made you open your eyes again.

“Don’t think of anything stupid.” He said this as he forced his finger deeper down your throat. You somehow liked how intrusive he was with your body, and you began to suck again as he went in and out.

You liked that you were cornered. You liked how little space you had, and you liked how he basically pinned your body on the wall with his much larger frame.

Lost in your own filthy pleasure, you began to suck one of his fingers in the most dirty ways possible, twisting your tongue around it and letting out quiet moans occasionally. You also wrapped your hand around his wrist to prevent him from moving.

“You dirty whore, look at you. I wonder if this is how you deal with the real thing too.” He said it with a hint of amusement in his tone.

He pulled out his finger in a rough way, grabbed your hair, and pushed you down on your knees. He got a strong grip on your scalp, and he was much more powerful than you, so he made you kneel in front of him with no effort.

Your face was at his crotch level, and your nose was inches away from that bulge. You got the idea, and with steady hands, you began to untie his sweatpants, and then you pulled them down slowly, revealing those toned thighs.

You pressed your palm over his boxers, teasing his erection. His heavy breathing could be heard even when he had that mask over his face, and soon they transitioned to groans as you began to stroke him. Your hand went up and down on his erection, your fingers getting all over it. He was thick—so thick that you could barely wrap your hand around him—and he was long too.

You raised your head to look at him, and with big doe eyes, you pulled out your tongue and gave him a slow, long lick along his shaft, starting from the middle up to his tip. Some of his precum were smeared on your tongue, having a salty taste.

“Stop being a tease, or else I’ll shove it down your throat.”

Your cunt throbbed a little at his threat, but you didn’t want to go to such lengths without preparation, so you closed your eyes and took his tip in your mouth. You twisted your tongue and sucked as you struggled to go deeper. With every inch that’d pass your throat, he would moan louder and louder.

Not having any more patience, he tightened his grip on your hair and pulled you onto your feet. Then, he roughly pushed you to the vanity desk you had, knocking off all the make-up on the floor before slamming you on the surface. You barely straitghend your legs when you felt his big, calloused hand ripping off your shorts. In a matter of seconds, you felt some fingers spreading your lips apart. If you didn't know better, you could swear that he was admiring your throbbing, puffy cunt.

“I knew you were into this type of shit.” A loud smack was heard in the room. His palm made a print on your cheek.

“I knew from the start that you were one of those kinky bitches.” His tip began to stretch your cunt as he pushed inside slowly. You gasped at the intrusion as you began to fill up really fast.

“And I knew….” He took a deep breath, followed by a groan, signifying the deep pleasure that your tight cunt brought him. “God… I knew you’d be soaked by the time I stripped you.”

He was halfway in, and you already felt full to the brim. With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside you, causing you to let out a high-pitched scream. Your mind was dizzy, and your body felt weaker and weaker with each thrust. He went slowly at first, so you can get used to the length. His cock shifted back and forth, massaging your interior with its girth, and I started to feel so good…any discomfort that you felt was now replaced by bliss. Greedy and neediness took over as you wanted him to fuck you for hours. All the fear was gone, and all you could think about was how bad you wanted him to go faster and harder.

He let out a grunt of satisfaction upon seeing how his shaft would disappear inside you, and as if he read your mind, he picked up the pace. In a short time, he was slamming his cock inside you, driving you to the heights of pleasure. With eyes rolling back and mouth agape, you weakly said his name as your nails were digging in the wooden edges of the desk.

“F-fuck…Gojo…”

The desk was shaking and hitting the wall, creating a loud sound with every thrust of his.

Feeling that you were approaching your climax, he grabbed your hips and raised them a bit so he could go even deeper. You are basically standing on your tiptoes now.

His breathing was becoming more erratic, his grunts deeper, and the grip left red marks on your skin. You came first, hard, while screaming his name. Your body began to shake from the intensity, but he wasn’t finished yet. The few more thrusts resulted in overstimulation for you, but you didn’t mind once you felt his warm, thick fluids spilling inside you.

Exhausted, he took off his mask and tossed it on the ground. He took a deep breath and wiped some sweat from his face.

“It’s very difficult to breathe with that thing…” he said as he pulled out. He gently grasped you by the waist and helped you straighten your body. “You ok?”

You raised your head and saw his beautiful face watching you with concern. He is not a fan of role-play, especially one that involves him chasing you with a knife, but you were a die-hard fan of classic horror movies, and you also happened to ask him so nicely that he couldn’t refuse.

"Oh, fuck yeah…” you said, ecstatic. You wanted to try this for a very long time. “How about you? Did you enjoy it?”

“Hmm, it wasn’t that bad.” He said it with a smirk as he placed a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s take a bath; what do you say?”

He took good care of you for the rest of the night. Before falling asleep, you two watched Halloween. After all, you wanted to give him inspiration for the next chase.

[aeon-of-cultivation]

Witch Hunt Chapter 1: A Fresh Start

Sawyer exited the travel spaceship, filing out with the rest of the passengers. Moving always stressed him out, but he knew this would be for the better. He needed to be somewhere no one knew him or his family. His sister, mostly.

This one particular ship was supposed to be the most relatively peaceful. Hopefully he can at least get settled in first. It was either this or ice planet or weird cult planet. As much as Sawyer loves snow, he refuses to live in a perpetual winter. So strange, ship-shaped space ship it is.

He rolled his suitcase behind himself as he navigated through the crowd, trying to find where to register as a resident. “Is this some kind of tourist ship?” He muttered to himself as yet another person bumped into him without apologizing.

It doesn’t take long for Sawyer to figure out that the guys with helmets, glaives, and blue uniforms are the police (probably). They should at least be able to help point him in the right direction. Hopefully they don’t try to stab him or anything.

“Excuse me? Sorry, but where do I go to register as a resident?” Sawyer asked meekly. ‘Pleasedontstabmepleasedontstabmeplease-.’

“Just go down this way and look for the Realm-Keeping commission. They should be able to help you get your documents in order.” The soldier person pointed down the street (is it really a street if there are no cars?). Sawyer gave them a polite bow and made his way as directed. He could feel eyes on him from above.

When Sawyer hazards a glance up, he sees someone with blond hair and a blue outfit on top of a building. That person was focusing on him more than normal. He doesn’t like that.

He manages to break their line of sight by ducking behind a store. Subtly pulling a talisman from his pocket, he casts an invisibility spell on himself and quickly makes his way to the Realm-Keeping Commission. Thankfully, he doesn’t feel anyone watching him anymore.

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Getting himself registered as a resident and finding housing wasn’t as hellish as the last time he went through this damnable process. He’s in and out in less than an hour and heading towards his new apartment.

No one is watching him this time.

When he unlocks the door and enters, a box is already sitting there, waiting for him.

“Good luck with your new place!” it says in fancy cursive. Sawyer recognizes it as his sister’s handwriting. “Here’s some stuff to help you settle in for your first day.”

“Of course Miss Chaos had this ready,” Sawyer mutters to himself as he pulls his suitcase inside and opens the box.

Inside was a few outfits, a bed sheet and comforter, towels, and basic necessities that he no longer needed to worry about. As always, his sister was a worrier, but at least she meant well. All that was left was finding a new companion to make the apartment feel like home.

He already had a companion in mind, unpacking the bare minimum and pulling up a map on his phone. Without a shadow of a doubt, he was going to have a cat. Hopefully there were shelters or something nearby. A home without a cat was like ramen without the toppings. Not something he wanted to live with.

After ten minutes of searching, Sawyer left the apartment, locking the door and skipping as he thought up names to give his new kitty.

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So change of plans. Sawyer didn’t go to a shelter.

Instead, Sawyer was lying on his side playing with a little cat he saw in an alleyway.

“Oh my goodness, you’re such a friendly baby!” he cooed at the fluffy orange kitten softly. “Yes, so friendly and playful and goofy!”

Sawyer wiggled his fingers at the feline, letting it jump and play. Despite being on a ground covered in who knows how many germs, Sawyer didn’t care as he kept lavishing compliments on the feline.

“Hey!”

The poor kitten got startled and scampered away. Sawyer could only look on despondently as it hid away in the alley.

“What? What’s the big idea—?” Sawyer for up and turned around to face the idiot that scared off the precious little fur baby.

It was that blond from before, except he looked worried. He kept scanning Sawyer, but not like that last time. “Are you hurt? I saw you on the ground barely moving.”

“I was petting a cute kitten, if you must know,” Sawyer grumbled as he got up. “Now I gotta find another cute fluffy pet.”

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The blond, Yanqing, treated Sawyer to some sort of local specialty as an apology. “So you’re stalking me,” Sawyer commented as he took a bite of Lotus Songcake, leaning back in his chair.

“I wouldn’t say that exactly,” Yanqing countered sheepishly. “But, back to what I wanted to ask. Are you a fighter or something?”

“… No.” Sawyer didn’t choke on his food, but the slight hesitation gave Yanqing his answer.

“Where did you learn? What kind of weapon do you use?” He presses Sawyer.

“Wait, slow down. First, what gives you the impression that I’m some kind of warrior? You literally only saw me walk around with a suitcase.”

“Your gait,” Yanqing retorts. “You were walking a bit too much like you were ready to run. You also knew I was watching. Only thing I don’t know is how you escaped my line of sight.”

“Again, how does that tie into me being some warrior? And why do you want to know anyways?” Sawyer asked, trying to act nonchalant. “For all you know, I could just be a paranoid traveler.”

“But a paranoid person wouldn’t have such a calm expression like you,” the blond smirks as he leans forward. “As for why I want to know, I was wondering if you’d be a worthy opponent—”

“Absolutely not,” Sawyer cuts him off. “To me, fighting is a last resort. I used to work as a disaster relief volunteer, not a combat trainee. I probably don’t have what you’re looking for.” It wasn’t a total lie, but there’s no way in hell Sawyer was going to get in trouble on his first day.

“Call it a swordsman’s instincts, but I think you’re better than you let on.” Yanqing scrutinizes Sawyer’s bag. “You have a weird vibe about you, but like, weird in a good way. No one just disappears into thin air like you.”

Sawyer shrugs. “Maybe you just haven’t met enough people then.”

“I’ll get you to spar with me one day,” Yanqing promises, though Sawyer looks unconvinced. “Regardless, welcome to the Xianzhou Luofu.”

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Art by @angel-of-the-moons

[ruvviks]

teehee hi. spare a vitali fact. i need to hear abt him <3

HIII THANK YOU SO MUCH >:^)

after the broker arc vitali gets a nightclub at his office! it's in the basement of the building (his office building is called the crest by the way) and it's called club dysnomia :^) it means anarchy / lawlessness which ties in with vitali's central themes but in the opposite way since he's actually got a very strong moral code and is very composed but also there's so much rage in him. you understand

the club is semi-private which means it's mostly open for business with mercs and clients that have been to the office before but new mercs and clients are welcome too :D it's open to the public in the weekends too to generate more income and while it Is on the fancier side, it does have a very laid back atmosphere and it's a lot more chill than most bars and clubs in night city. the music isn't too loud (vitali is hard of hearing and he's trying to listen to viktor's advice a little better) and it focuses more on the hanging out together part than the dancing part (there's still an area for dancing but club bodytalk (aubrey's club) is a LOT more focused on that)

the place becomes the main working place for the ex employees of clouds. in my canon they manage to keep the place running without the tyger claws for a while by themselves but end up feeling unsafe which prompts vitali to open his own club so they can work there instead. the place doesn't use BDs and/or doll chips but employees Can do sex work there safely without any risks

the last part is important to me because vitali back in college used to go to clubs a LOT, went to every party he could go to and did sex work on the side to make enough money for rent and his meds and later his surgeries as well. it was a very bad time for him and clubs were generally just. a bad place for him to be but at the same time they made him feel Alive in a way; him now having his own club with all the positive effects they used to have on him but none of the negative effects is very important, and for others to be able to do the work he used to do himself but without any dangers or risks adds to this too. he just wants to create a safe space for everyone basically

bonus fact added to all this is that later on in like. 2083-2084ish vitali starts an alliance with club bodytalk, so with aubrey :^) he generally doesn't work together with other fixers that much (except for like. the council. but that's just meetings he goes to and he doesn't collaborate with any of them directly except for with rogue every now and then) but aubrey seems a lot more laid back than all the other fixers out there. which is true. and that's how the extended blorboverse ends up all together basically :^)

that's also how vitali ends up meeting. well. reuniting actually. with andrew colton (@reaperkiller's freak of a man) who was like. the director of the serpent projects back at arasaka and at some point head of special programs altogether. the cause of everything bad that happened to all the test subjects including sebastian vidal which is where the extended blorboverse story comes in play. vitali worked at counterintel at the time and kept fighting off maxtac attempts at getting into special programs so naturally vitali wanted to know what that was all about and kept bothering andy about it for a couple of years before he got fired and became a fixer instead and everything

yeah so basically andy isn't with arasaka anymore either and funnily enough his younger brother jesse who he hasn't spoken to in years is working for vitali as nightclub manager so they also get to reunite. and also vitali and andy kiss. vitali and aubrey too if that wasn't clear yet i mean look at them. the rest of the clown brigade is just making bets on who's next on the list

[gingersp1ce547]

No one on equpie e would have ever thought that they would be building their own house one day, but as they had figured put after a couple of days of being on the island, nothing here was to be expected.

The team decided that they would build in the space between the wall and the favela. When discussing, it was meant to be more of a base of operations than a home, but that quickly got thrown out when arthur first started decorating everything which caused a sort of competition of who could decorate the best.

The house itself was pretty damn basic, just a rectangle made of smooth stone with some windows here and there. However, on the inside, it was anything but.

Ok that was a lie, the kitchen was actually pretty bare, but everything else was individualized!

Arthurs room had a green carpet with music discs lining the walls. His bed sheets were green with hand painted little white skulls on them, and next to his bed was a guitar gifted to him by one of the islanders alongside a juke box.

The federation let him keep his father’s gun without any bullets when they arrived. Why? Arthur had no clue. But he knew they could take it away at anytime so it was kept in an enderchest stored away in his closet

Cesar’s room had purple sheets and purple lights. There was a desk in the corner with a monitor and the closest technology he could get to his old computer. On the walls, photo’s covered almost every available spot. The majority of them were flowers, but some were of his family when they weren’t looking. Thiago looking angrily at a locked federation door. Arthur being cute with the eggs. Joui looking happily at a cherry blossom. Liz laughing happily.

He kept the one of his father, and another one with him at all times. Safe in his pocket and close to his heart.

Liz’s room was simultaneously sterile and messy. A simple desk with papers scattered across it and a cold white light keeping them visible was the first thing that drew attention. Her bed was as always made (unless she had actually slept in it, in which case it was like a tornado has run through it), with blue sheets and a few extra white pillows.

There was always a weapon under her pillow, and another under the mattress and another under the bed. The rest of the team knew to knock specifically 5 times [it would have been 4, but joui] on her door if they wanted anything. Just in case, she told herself. In case of what specifically she wasn’t sure. There were too many things it could be to narrow if down to just one

Thiago’s room was less of a room and more of an unorganized storage space. Papers everywhere. Chests with who knows what, 3 seeds in one, 25 dirt spread unevenly across all of them. He always had a habit of keeping things he didnt need and the backpacks and chests of this world only enabled it. His bed was plain, the standard red sheets with papers also around and under them for some reason only decipherable by Thiago himself.

There was only one thing hung on his wall. A clock, directly across from his bed. He wasn’t sure if it was a reassurance like his father’s pocket watch, or a reminder of how time could easily be stolen from him again like it was in the holy cradle. All he knew is that when he woke up panicking in the night the only thing that could calm him down was, other than cigarettes that he no longer had access to or was allowed to use, staring at the hands of the clock tick. They circled the circumference in a never ending spiral, and maybe just maybe, thiago was afraid to admit that he still found the movement relaxing

Outside of their separate rooms their was also a main room just of the kitchen. In it there was a tv that they never turned on and a wide open space with a small easily movable table.

It was in this room together that they spent their first week or two on the island. Their mattress dragged into it, they took turns taking watch. (It was also where they would play never have i ever again, but those nights were much harder to remember even if they were fun.)

This base served its purpose unmodified for a long time, eventually finally becoming a house for them as they continued to make it more and more of a home everyday they spent on the island.

Until one day, they came home with a new member of their family. A little girl who needed a home and a room of her own, which they gladly made for her.

At first, hope’s room was empty save for her bed and the hastily set up iv that liz done for her. She was weak and slept for about a month when she first got home, so they couldn’t really ask her what she would want for decoration.

It was cesar who noticed first that they needed to at the very least change the color of her room from white. It was far to close to the federation’s color pallet for hope to be comfortable, and making her uncomfortable in this house was the last thing equipe e wanted to do.

After much discussion over what color her room should be they eventually decided on a cool toned light brown with flowers in all the colors of paint they could find painted but equipe e on the walls.

They each asked around the island for thing’s that people’s kids liking. The islanders chuckled but helped, finding it funny to watch the pre-panic of parenthood that they never got to experience because of being straight thrusted into it. Meanwhile their eggs where incredibly excited to meet their newest sibling and took the time to pick out some items that had brought them comfort as they got adjusted to life on the island.

From ramon, a create wrench and some simple schematics for usable things like item sorting and such in case she was interested in learning such things

From richas, paints in case she wanted to add some flowers to the wall herself

From chayanne, a couple of house plants that were easy to take care of but also something nice to focus on in case she needed a distraction

From pomme, some of her old journals to remind her that she wasnt alone along with some fresh books in case she wanted to pick up journaling as well

From dapper, a couple of less dangerous pets so that she had always had friends with her (that could also protect her)

From leo, some old masks that she didn’t wear that much anymore incase things ever got overwhelming or if she was feeling silly

From tallulah, a big book of flowers so that she could know which ones were up on the wall and find them out in the world on adventures of her own

The team was over come by emotions at all of their kindness, and thanked them many times.

When hope eventually woke up she was overcome too. She had only hoped to meet someone, and had only dreamed that they would be kind and yet here she was surrounded by people who had saved her and proof of not only their kindness but everyone else’s on the island as well.

In short, it took only a second before hope knew she was home.

[dollsonmain]

Today I should rest and spend time with myself but there's too much to do.

I need to look for insurance some more, shower, catch up on chores, get ready to go get groceries/make the list....

Yesterday I remembered something.

So, I get up really early in the morning in the hopes of getting a little time to myself with the quiet.

On weekdays That Guy gets up at 4 and so do I. I make sure I'm up and out of bed, downstairs, drinking my coffee before he gets out of the shower so he doesn't come kneel down and try to stick his dick in my face every morning.

He leaves at 5.

Then, if I'm lucky, Son will stay in bed until 6 but he usually gets up at 5 because That Guy stomps and slams and insists on having a conversation or giving me a lecture first thing in the morning when I'm not even awake, yet.

This morning it was "Our son doesn't know some specific information which is not available to him and he's disrespecting me by not having this information that doesn't exist can you figure it out but don't tell him you're figuring it out behind his back because I want him to do it even though he can't." Again.

Son leaves at 7.

On the weekends I often wake up around 5 or 5:30 and try to sneak out of bed

Usually, Son is already awake and he gets up as soon as he hears me moving around in the house. He starts immediately with noise videos, noisy apps, transcribing music, etc. and he talks the whole time. Louder, and louder, and louder with the occasional "Dad's asleep, still, watch your volume [because I'd like him to stay that way]" from me.

Often That Guy is woken up by me getting out of bed and also gets up because he's suddenly Alone and that's unacceptable.

Yesterday, I was up and trying to work on something on the computer, Son got up and started in but I've gotten pretty good at both engaging with him and continuing to work, then That Guy got up and demanded my full attention constantly.

I snapped at him a bit saying I was busy and leave me alone, which I feel bad about, but if I'm sitting in front of a screen, typing, with multiple resource tabs open, actively researching and processing information, I don't need a play-by-play of every fart, the fact the house is cold like every winter, and what he's eating/drinking, and are you still working are you still working are you still working I want to play video games and you have to watch.

...

It reminded me of a time at my grandma's house when my aunt and I were still young. My aunt is 5 years younger than I am, so we are close in age.

Grandma put us to bed in her bed, which was a queen, and my aunt kept scooting over so she was basically on top of me. I told her to move and give me space, but she wouldn't.

I got up and went to the other side of the bed repeatedly in the night and every time she'd scoot over on top of me again.

Eventually I took a blanket into the living room to sleep on the couch, and she followed me there, too.

In the morning I complained to grandma and she said I was being mean and my aunt just wanted to cuddle and be close to me.

What I needed didn't matter.

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That persists. It doesn't matter that I need time to myself. I'm expected [by That Guy] to pay attention to Son at all times and to pay attention to That Guy at all times.

The only time I get truly to myself is very early in the morning if I'm lucky enough the boys stay in bed, or for about an hour at night because I go to bed earlier than everyone else on purpose.

This is why I call Monday my recovery day, but I don't get Monday, either. Monday is groceries day.

Even if I try going down to the basement, That Guy starts stomping around overhead as hard as he can, just to remind me he's up here, he's Alone, I'm not doing what he wants me to do, and he's bored.

It doesn't matter how much I beg the people around to please, please just get off of me.

It's very frustrating.

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Anyway, that's all part of why I'm so hard focused on the basement right now, I guess.

Desperately trying to regain control of literally anything, trying to find a quiet place where I can breathe, trying to feel human again.