#Visser Secures-Things?

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

One thing I’ve never exactly understood. Why did the victory on Earth in books 53/54 correspond to a total victory over the Yeerk Empire? Most clearly, we never see the Council of 13 get defeated.

Short answer: Eva.

Long answer:

This is all kind of background to the main plots of the books, but. What we know happens is something like this.

The yeerks try to take Leera, under Visser One's leadership. They meet andalite resistance, leeran resistance, and Animorph resistance — ultimately they fail (#15 - #18).

V1 gets reassigned to Sleegab Five. Not many details, but it doesn't go well. Doesn't help that Marco has been actively discrediting her within the Empire (#30).

V1 gets rereassigned to Anati (#30).

Toby et al. launch a resistance on the Hork-Bajir Homeworld (#34).

V1 gets tried as a traitor (thanks, Marco) and slated for execution (Visser). V3 becomes V1. This corresponds with the Empire withdrawing from some failed attempts to take other planets.

Eva (after being rescued; thanks Marco) points out that the Yeerk Empire has few territories outside of Earth that aren't being occupied by andalite counter-invasions (#45).

Andalites have occupied Yeerk Homeworld, Taxxon Homeworld, and Sleegab Five, taking them back from Yeerk Empire (#46). Eva knows that the yeerks are trying to convince the andalites that their focus is on Anati, and that their actual focus is on Earth.

Ax persuades Andalite War Council that yeerks are concentrating on Earth, which is a mixed blessing — it gets the andalites to head for Earth, but they plan to annihilate it when they arrive (#46).

Yeerk forces further concentrate on Earth (#51). Eva speculates that they now have 0 other planets, if they've lost Anati.

Jake, Toby, and Eva plan to blow the biggest yeerk pool on Earth to convince the yeerks "Earth isn't worth their time". They know they're making the yeerks some other planet's problem, but need to prevent the andalites from wiping out humanity (#52).

The yeerks are so overcommitted to Earth that blowing the yeerk pool has the opposite effect. New!V1 instead lands the Pool Ship on Earth and throws everything at an open Earth invasion (#53).

Eva, Jake, Arbron, and V17* conspire to both draw andalite forces to Earth and conceal that fact from new!V1. Now all the andalites' and all the yeerks' eggs are in the Earth basket (#53).

Jake corners V1 and forces him to surrender. V17 reveals to the Empire that the andalites are here, and plans to use that chaos to escape with a splinter group. The andalites accept Jake's handing over the Yeerk Empire (#54).

Rachel kills Tom, preventing V17's escape.

Ax and Alloran manage to negotiate Earth remaining independent, even as the andalites take control of the Yeerk Empire.

[kooldewd123]

honestly going back and reading the first animorphs book again knowing what comes after is such a trip

- every single tobias scene goes hilariously hard on the foreshadowing

- marco only acquires the gorilla morph because jake goads him into it

- "what would we need to morph fleas for?" *morphs fleas in the next book*

- "what would we need to morph dolphins for?" *morphs dolphins three books later*

- marco tries to escape from gardens security guards and immediately crashes the golf cart. god bless him, he's always been shit at driving.

- visser three does the whole "yes, I know exactly who you are" villain thing to intimidate them and is just completely wrong

[crystalninjaphoenix]

MerMay 2024 Day Twenty-Two The Last Resort

They didn’t want to meet at the Institute of Marine Biology, just in case someone from TridentCorp saw Lise heading there and thought it was suspicious. Luckily, the group soon found a location that would work for everyone. A small, rocky island just off the mainland. Too small and stony for the humans to do much on it. So one day, early in the morning, three boats gathered near it and humans stepped onto the ground.

Chase grabbed the rocky edge of the island and pulled himself onto it, sitting with his tail hanging off the side. Anti stayed in the water, but he didn’t hide away. Even as all the humans started gathering close by. “Well... it is... lovely to see you all again,” Lise said awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Ollie replied.

Stacy and Roxy stood next to each other. The kids had wanted to come, too, but Stacy insisted they stay on the boat. She wanted to forbid them from coming, but knew that they had a knack for stowing away, so decided this was the second best thing. “So... h-how have they been?” Stacy asked.

“Your mermaid friends?” Lise asked.

“Merms,” Chase said.

Lise jumped. “Right, right. Um, merms. I... think they have been alright. More or less. There was an incident yesterday... They were, ah, doing an examination.” She shook her head, looking disgusted. “There was no need for the samples,” she muttered.

“Samples?!” Chase repeated, alarmed.

“They are more or less alright,” Lise insisted.

Anti growled. Chase instinctively lifted his tail out of the water, just in case the electric eel decided to pulse.

Lise looked over at Anti. “O-oh. You are... the eel from before. Ah, I am... sorry. About everything. W-we did not think you were, um...” She cleared her throat. “Glad to see that you are okay.”

Anti just stared at her. He nodded slowly, not saying anything. Despite being able to speak English ever since the transformation.

“Dr. Ester,” Roxy said. “Pardon my language, but how the hell did TridentCorp manage to kidnap five merms? Chase and Anti have told us there was an incident with a net, but why did they know to drop the net in the first place?!”

Lise winced. “We had tagged fish that we took in to study before, but recently we’d been experimenting with tags that give off radio waves. It seems that Chase and, ah... Anti?” She glanced at the two merms. “They had some of those. For a long time, I convinced others that we were content to know where they were, but Mr. Visser got impatient. He wanted another lifeform to show off, so he sent a seaplane to catch one of the radio signals. It was bad luck that they were all gathered together.”

“Lise,” Chase said. “What do we do? We have to get them out of there! Th-they’re my—my friends.”

“I know,” Lise said quietly.

“Uh... do you need a getaway vehicle?” Ollie asked. “I’m a great sailor. And I’ve probably already been seen by these guys, so like... no one else would get in trouble.”

Lise shook her head. “Security has been increased. All entrances to the C-SAHL are equipped with keycard scanners, and every inch from the dock to the building are covered in cameras. We have hired more personnel, too, and they have been told to be better safe than sorry with checking out violations.”

“Meaning... they check security breaches even if it’s some random guy causing an accident?” Ollie clarified.

“Exactly.” Lise reached into her bag. “I have with me some copies of the building blueprints.”

Stacy raised an eyebrow. “How did you get those?”

“I was in charge of building the whole thing. I had these before the security increased. But I have added markings where the cameras I know are. But I also know there are ones I have missed.” She spread them out on the rocky ground, and all the others gathered around. Even Anti grabbed onto the side of the rock and pulled himself up for a better look.

“What if you steal a keycard that we can use to get in?” Stacy asked.

“Not possible. We are instructed to keep them on us at all time, and if we somehow lose them, we go straight to security and they deactivate the card.”

Anti grumbled. “Why don’t we just fucking storm in?”

Lise looked at him in surprise. “We have up to one hundred security guards on-site, that’s why. We wouldn’t get far at all, especially if we have to take five merms out.”

“Overkill, much?” Roxy asked. “Alright. What if we...”

The group all talked for a while. The sun beat down on the rocky island, moving slowly through the sky. Every solution they came up with was rebutted by Lise’s explanation of their new security protocols. They couldn’t bust the five merms out in a grand heist. They couldn’t sneak them out one by one. They couldn’t replace the merms with some sort of decoys.

“We just... don’t have the resources,” Stacy finally concluded. “Even with the Institute helping. We can’t sneak them out.”

A grim silence fell. Chase glanced towards the boat Stacy and Roxy came on. He saw Sereia and Muirin duck under the railings—trying to hide how they were listening in. Maybe... if they could use some sort of magic... Those wish talismans, maybe? Chase opened his mouth to mention that—

“Why do they want merms, anyway?” Anti asked.

Lise looked at him. “Well... I always wanted to learn more about fish. They are incredible animals. So when I heard there were mermaids that might exist, I-I wanted to learn more about them, and protect them. But... that is not what TridentCorp as a whole wants. They are a business. They make money. Their scientific endeavors are all towards things that they can gain something from.” Her tone was decidedly bitter. “Their plan now that Visser has taken over the project is not to protect the merms. I believe they are working on some special aquarium plan. And seeing if there is anything else merms can do that they can sell.”

Chase’s stomach dropped. For a moment, he couldn’t say anything. But he cleared his throat and tried anyway. “And... if they make this aquarium... is there no way to stop them?”

Lise shook her head. “It will be very difficult.”

“Maybe... maybe our way to get the other five back,” Stacy said slowly, “is to find some way to stop the aquarium project.”

“How?” Ollie asked.

Chase sighed. “If we had more humans who could help, we could do it, I just know.”

Roxy coughed. “Well... the Institute already knows. It... wouldn’t be too hard for us to reach out to other similar organizations. Oceana, MarineBio, World Wildlife—I mean, merms aren’t wildlife, but it should be similar enough—”

“You want more humans to know about us?!” Anti blurted out, eyes wide and fear evident in his voice.

“Not all humans, just the ones who would help,” Roxy said.

“It could work,” Lise said slowly.

“But it’s only a matter of time before someone in one of those organizations spills the beans,” Stacy pointed out. “If we tell others, it will spread eventually.”

“No—No!” Anti swam backwards through the water. “N-no!” He suddenly dived under, disappearing.

Chase watched him go, then turned back to the others. “I, uh... should keep an eye on him,” he said. “But for now... let’s consider that... a last resort?”

Stacy nodded gravely. “We’ll talk more about this later.”

Chase nodded back, then dove into the water and swam after Anti.

[theothin]

The Predator, published in 1996 and written by K. A. Applegate, is the fifth book in the Animorphs series. It is narrated by Marco. Plot summary Two years before the events of the novel, Marco's mother vanished in a boating accident; her body was never found. Marco's father has fallen into deep depression and Marco is having second thoughts about fighting the Yeerks, parasitic aliens that are the main antagonists of the series, as he does not want his father to lose him too. Ax wishes to return to the Andalite home world, and to do so, he needs a ship. He intends to build a communicator to broadcast a Yeerk distress signal and lure in a Yeerk ship which he can then hijack. He, Jake, and Marco go to the mall to buy the equipment to build a communicator. Ax finds the food court and runs wild sampling food left over on tables, overwhelmed by the new sense of taste. He is chased by security guards and, frightened, demorphs in the middle of the mall in front of many people. Ax, Jake, and Marco run out of the mall and into a nearby grocery store where they are chased by Controllers. They morph into lobsters and hide in a tank. They later narrowly escape being boiled alive. Ax builds his device, but needs a zero-space transponder. Vice principal Hedrick Chapman regularly communicates with Visser Three from his basement, so the Animorphs morph into ants and retrieve the Z-space transponder that he uses. As they are returning from Chapman's house, they are almost killed when attacked by ants from another colony. They are able to demorph in time, but everyone is upset by the experience. Ax completes his device, and broadcasts the signal, but the Yeerks have changed their distress frequencies, and, sensing a trap, they set one of their own. The Animorphs are captured (in animal morph) and taken aboard the Yeerk mother ship in Earth orbit, where Visser One is visiting. Visser One confronts them and her host body is revealed to be Marco's mother, who is alive after all. The Animorphs are put in a cell, but they are freed by one of Visser One's Hork-Bajir; Visser One and Visser Three are rivals, and Visser One wanted to disgrace Visser Three. The Animorphs reach an escape pod and return to Earth. Marco asks Jake, the only one who had previously met Marco's mom, not to tell any of the others about Visser One. Marco resolves to continue fighting the Yeerks, as he now has a personal motivation to free his mother.

I forgot about the lobster thing!

[tentacleteapot]

Hello! Here is my Animorphs question: pick five Animorphs books you MUST read once a month, and five you may never read again. The others you may read whenever. What are your choices?

(I am ALWAYS down to talk about Animorphs!)

oh this is fun, I like this angle!

now, I'm gonna get the cheating answer out of the way first: if we include the side books, I could really easily toss out Alternamorphs #1 and #2, as well as Megamorphs 2, 3, and 4, which weren't as fun as the first Megamorphs book despite still having some great stuff in them. that's way too easy, of course, so I'll stick to main series books! first off, I'll do the ones I'd have to read once a month.

I could probably reread #8 (The Alien) every week and not get tired of it. it's easily one of the most memorable books in the series, and it has some of the silliest and most enjoyable dialogue of all the books too. it's an all-time fave. I'd also choose #12 (The Reaction), because crocodiles are my favorite animal and even if it...didn't exactly pan out... I was REALLY excited for someone to get a crocodile morph. a more controversial choice would have to be #28, The Experiment - apparently a lot of people don't like this one? but I thought the chimp jailbreak was fun, and as somebody who is extremely squicked out by mind control, the yeerk scientist confirming that free will can never be truly erased from humans was kind of cool. I also have to pick #19, The Departure, because Cassie is my favorite and this is really a top tier Cassie book. it also introduces Aftran, who I low key kind of ship Cassie with (there's a tumblr fan artist I need to try to track down again who draws the most AMAZING Aftran fan art and makes her really snarky and fun), so it's got a ton going for it. my fifth and final once-a-month read is going to be slightly controversial too, though, I think, because I feel like I remember hearing that people HATE this one. it's another Cassie book, for starters, and it's also #14, The Unknown -- the one where the Animorphs sneak into Zone 91 to try and see if the US government has actually secured andalite technology or not. I think a lot of people hate the ending reveal but I always thought it was hilarious, so that's been a fave for ages.

now, for the five books I can never read again... #47, The Resistance, is first up. I get what it's trying to do with the dual storylines featuring present-day Jake and his great-uncle once removed (I think that's how it works) who fought in the Civil War, but, it just really doesn't grab me. similarly I feel like #44, The Unexpected, is also not super compelling, even if it IS about Cassie. for one thing it threatened the Cassie/Jake ship which teenage me considered to be sacred, haha, and for another the ending feels like it's very hastily slapped together. I LOVE the premise of Cassie getting stranded on the other side of the world due to getting knocked out during an airport fight, but "and then one of the Chee comes by and happens to save her right away" is just... too easy. not that I'd have preferred she stay in the Outback or die out there or something!! #36, The Mutation, isn't one that I think is BAD, it's just one I don't remember sticking with me much - which is wild when you consider the fact it's about the Animorphs discovering that Atlantis is real. I DO love the begrudging team-up with Visser Three, though. I'll miss being able to read that bit again. this is getting difficult now -- I almost wanted to just use the David Trilogy to knock out three choices at once, but knowing me I do wanna revisit that sequence from time to time. instead I'll pick #16, The Warning, which is the "Visser Three's twin brother, Esplin 9466 Lesser, is a cannibal serial killer" book. I do love the ending implying that Jake might've burned Esplin's mansion down, but otherwise something about the cannibal yeerk business feels almost cartoonishly grisly, you know? I think the last one I'll pick to never read again is #25, The Extreme. it's another "the Animorphs go to foreign lands, acquire exotic animals, and are briefly helped out by an indigenous kid from whatever country they're visiting" book, this time by an Inuit kid rather than an aborigine kid or the people living in the Amazon rainforest in book 12, and I always feel weird about those books. they all seem to involve a really strict and simple formula (Animorphs end up in another country because of weird circumstances, get indigenous morphs and meet indigenous people, just barely manage to destroy the new threat in time, and then the final chapter handwaves them home again). they aren't BAD by any means but they don't do a lot (besides time travel) that really makes them feel special once I spotted the formula they all follow. honestly, even with there being a few books I don't remember super well or could go without rereading again, I'm glad I don't ACTUALLY have to never revisit them again forever. they're such fun books and they were super influential when it comes to my writing style and how much I love writing dialogue! this was so much fun to revisit. I'd be super curious to hear your answers to this same question, too!

[ofwrxth]

BASICS

Name: Roan Visser

Age & Birthday: 39 years old, September 2, 1984

Gender/Pronouns: cis man he/him

Birthplace: White River, Colorado 

Time in Hollow Cove: 1 week (Jan 2024)

Species: Werewolf / Visser Pack Alpha

Role: Soldier / Runner

Positives: Commanding, Driven, Gregarious, Persuasive, 

Negatives: Calculating, Critical, Forceful, Unforgiving

ABOUT

Roan grew up knowing that he’d lead the Visser pack one day. Their family had roamed the land as wolves for generations and the wild was rooted in Roan, as he was rooted in the wild. Their pack was secluded and self-sufficient, every wolf capable and loyal for generations. He knew his sister would be the Beta to his Alpha, and the two of them trained to be worthy of the titles. Roan himself was commanding from the time he was young - the sort of wolf others listened to, but not because of arrogance or self-aggrandizement, but because he had a way with words, persuasive and reasonable, he was someone others liked. Gregarious and driven, he was someone they could follow, and his calculating mind made him a strategic thinker, knowing in order to lead, he’d have to look at problems from every angle. 

The one thing he didn't have to think strategically about was the future he wanted with Linnea Koss. When they were married, it was with much adoration and the knowledge that Roan was taking steps to secure his position as future alpha. Their lives together were short lived when joy turned to tragedy and the gods made their choice. Freya blessed them with two children, Aric and Lilja, though Linnea only had minutes to hold them before the change came for her and Hella claimed her life. To be a young father in mourning wasn't something Roan had envisioned for himself, but he pushed through his grief and made sure that their children knew of Linnea's best attributes that they both embodied. From her ears that Lilja inherited, to that pensive look he often caught on Aric's face, Linnea was with them in spirit. Roan's contentment with his children, training them and teaching them along with their pack, was not enough for his parents, the alpha and beta of their pack.

For nearly eighteen years he'd contented himself with his children's company, with his sister's and their friends. With fellow pack members whom he trusted. And sometimes with wolves to warm his bed at night. But never more. Until the end of 2018 when he was pushed to marry Tofa Aarle, an esteemed member of their pack and a fearsome valkyrie warrior. He was urged to marry for the appearance of stability in the pack, as he'd be alpha one day. They also gave the strong suggestion of him having more offspring to keep the Visser name strong within their own pack.

There was a part of him that resented the pressure he faced, but that he accepted because of his loyalty to his family, his pack, and the position he'd one day occupy. It was not the love that he and Linnea had shared, nor the joy. But a duty. One that it seemed Tofa could not fulfill. Roan felt a bitterness grow in him with the situation. They didn't understand each other and it was clear she was unhappy. And an unhappy wife only served to push Roan further from their home. He would spend more time apart, unwilling to be the cause of her unhappiness. Roan was frustrated when it was evident that their marriage was a burden for them both, and he felt foolish for allowing himself to hope for more children, a desire he hadn't realized he had until a false alarm drove them further apart.

And it seemed like fate was only determined to separate them further when the war came to White River. They’d lived in their small community without issue until September 2020, almost a year after the discovery of the supernatural. But when they learned of the violence done to their kind beyond their forests, the Visser pack broke with their own tradition. They let in the Cross pack, providing refuge to the wolves for a bit in a bid to show solidarity with their kind. But about a month after the Cross pack left in October 2020, the Visser pack was reminded why they’d made a life in the wild in the first place. 

From the very moment they were discovered by the human military in November 2020, Roan blamed the Crosses for their misfortune. Until they’d crossed paths with the other pack and let them in, they’d been perfectly content in the wilderness of Colorado. But only after the other pack brought news of war and violence did that very war and violence come to their doorstep. Two days of fighting left their pack in tatters, Roan and Rin’s parent’s dead, is children and wife missing and Roan himself captured with others from their pack. 

The next several months consisted of Roan leading his pack members from within their holding camps as they awaited transport to different facilities. He thought of his children, his sister, of their remaining pack members and knew that she’d take care of them like he was taking care of those who’d been captured with him. And then he'd think of his wife. Of Tofa and regret only served to build with each month and year that went by. He kept her name close, uttered in the same breath as his kids and sister whenever he prayed to the gods for their safety, promising to make amends if he ever had the chance.

By the time May of 2021 rolled around, there was news of a new facility in Arizona where they were going to be transported to. At this point, they’d lost several other members but Roan held fast to the ones he had, determined to keep them alive on the road and look for any opportunity to escape. It was on the road to the Arizona facility when their transport was attacked by supernaturals in a bid to liberate those captive. Roan and his remaining pack members took the chance, fighting and freeing as many other prisoners as they could before escaping.

Since then, they’ve been on the road. News of the Colorado bombings reached them, as did a myriad of other unfortunate events. But he knew they could never go back to the way things were, reclusive and apart from the world. They had to fight, and so fight they did. The remaining Visser pack, under Roan, began to help liberate facilities, making their way up the west coast. During that time, they searched for information of their pack, of his sister, and tried to follow any mention, many of which pointed them north to Canada. 

Along the way, their small pack grew, with Roan accepting members who were dedicated to helping free others and willing to let him lead. There were some members who disagreed with this but with their numbers depleted between the Colorado attacks and the facilities, they needed to remain strong but nimble. There came a point where Roan turned away those who wished to join, knowing that they couldn’t risk getting too big either. 

As they’ve continued into Canada, trekking east first, and then back west, they heard of more cities getting overtaken by supernaturals and then reclaimed by humans. Roan kept his pack out of those conflicts, focusing their strength on facilities and holding camps along the way. Though he hoped none would have his sister or their other pack members, he also wasn’t willing to let one pass without at least attempting to free them, just in case. After hearing about the safe towns that turned on each other, Roan kept their pack away from safe towns for several months before whispers of the Visser pack reached him. And hope added kindling to the fire in him. He was determined to find his family, they liberated a holding camp in hopes of rescuing them. Reunited with several pack members and brought to Hollow Cove, it's the most progress he's seen and it only pushes him further, unwilling to give up until his family is by his side once more.

[rcksmith]

Lust — Kaz Brekker

Gif by @kitsyoung

Request: “Hey. I really like your writing and I was wondering if you would consider writing a Kaz piece with the smut prompts 76, 1 & 33. Obviously with your au rules. If it’s too much I completely understand tho”

“7, 17, 36, and 73 from the smut list for Kaz Brekker please? If not, no worries! 💖 Thank you!”

“Holy shit that last kaz brekker smut- AMAZING. Was wondering if you could write another smut with smut prompt #6? Of course if this bothers you just ignore it. Thank you so much 🥰”

Smut prompts:

1. “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

6. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

7. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

17. “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

33. “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

36. "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

73. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”

76. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, nsfw, jealous, mention of fight.

Word count: 5k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There is a theory that always, somewhere, there will be a person capable of making you lose your breath, and your reasoning, whenever he appears on the scene. Someone who robs you of your breath, your heartbeat, your ability to think clearly and your control to keep your hands not shaking.

And Kaz Brekker would always be that person for you.

From the first time you laid eyes on him, it's been a feeling of dying and going to heaven. Except that Heaven was, in reality, a hot, burning hell. Where your greatest punishment was being forced to watch his tall figure, who exuded masculinity by every inch, walking in front of you like a Renaissance painting very superb.

Nothing that Van Gogh, Da Vinci, and Picasso created has bordered on the personification of beauty that he was.

Kaz was beautiful in a very mysterious, dangerous and chilling way. You would describe his aura as the height of midnight in an enigmatic city, his hair the color of the core of sin and his features as lines that the god Ares would have drawn. Everything about him reeked of the fog of suspense stories, with a touch of lust.

All the looks he directed at you were caustic, flickering and intense as a candle flame, reverberating through your veins like angry eels and always make the room feeling charged with electricity, like the ground after the fall of a lightning. Everything between the two of you seemed to be filled with something fiery and arcane. From the gazes, the rubbing of shoulders, the times when the skins touched. Everything was a compilation of sensations that make you catch your breath whenever Kaz Brekker appeared.

He was your kryptonite. In all senses.

And that was exasperating in the extreme, at staggering levels. You felt your center of your sex vibrate whenever he directed you that voice whit baritone intonation and predatory looks, whenever the button-down shirts were tight enough for you to revel in the contours of his body, or sometimes when he wore the cane to signal or stopper something. This was the worst of them. His cane.

Have you lost count of how many times Kaz stopped you as counting money, by putting the tip of the cane over your hands, or stopped you from going somewhere by blocking your path with the cane, lifting the object horizontally in front of your belly. And every time you felt your legs tremble, your breath fade and a very dirty part of your brain whisper that you wanted him to use that object in you in more fun ways.

Your body was so responsive that there were times when you knew, with every fiber of your soul, that Kaz was able to read the paths in which your thoughts wandered. He lowered his gaze to you, in that breathless connection that promised to contain the most nefarious paths of sin, and maliciously curved the left corner of his lips in an arrogant, oblique expression. At such times, you could feel in your soul the words he did not say:

I know the perverted things that you are thinking.

And the truth was, he really knew. Kaz memorized every change in your breathing, every blush on your cheeks, every trembling of your hands, every your trembling look whit a frightened girl who had been caught thinking of something impure. He knew how your body was responsive, needy. And he himself had to control himself not to push you over the desk in his office and fuck you like an aggressive animal, bringing all your perverted thoughts to life.

It wasn't his physical reactions that kept him from taking action, but an even more visseral reaction than the pulsing desire he felt for you. Mine. The primal, determined, burning sensation of possession. That it ran through his veins like hot, bubbling lava. The desire was familiar, but this statement, not. Like the jealousy he felt for you, he quickly recognized the danger he was in.

If Kaz touched you…he knew he would never be able to let you go.

Mine. A statement that resonated spontaneously whenever he saw you, a testament to the reactions the two of you triggered in each other. However, not even the awareness of the dangerous game that was between you was able to dispel the climate of provocative sensuality that pulsed in the places whenever the two of you were together.

It was like playing with a powerful drug. One slip and he would be addicted forever.

On days like this, when Kaz had just come out of an exasperating meeting with Peka, a businessman and mobster who was always looking for ways to try and bring Kaz down, his already bad temper turned to terrible. He felt compelled to break something, drink a whole bottle of the best English whiskey in that club, and punch someone. Kaz felt the anger pulse through his veins, in a pure and perfect way.

He left the office, turning off his cell phone so he wouldn't be disturbed and descending the stairs to the center of his Crow Club, mind buzzing and anger seeping in his blood. He needed to unwind, maybe get into the car and head home. Maybe actually drink that whiskey bottle. Maybe both.

Kaz was about to take another step down, running a gloved hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes, when his gaze met your figure. And that was when the already terrible temper rose to the very badly.

Normally, a vision like that would have just bothered him, a compulsion to do something. But that day, Kaz was at the height of his angriest feelings. And seeing you, bold as a goddess in that little black dress, next to Jesper at the gambling table and flirting with a guy to your left, did things with every last bit of patience and self-control he had.

His eyes never left you as he took another step, running his hand through his hair again to contain the unruly strands. You were laughing, downing another drink and placing a card on the table. You turn back to the man to your left, your eyelashes fluttered gracefully in a promise to allow him to guide your rein tonight.

But there would be no goddamn rein for that fucking guy to guide.

Kaz gripped his cane tightly, descending the other short stairs and advancing toward your with dangerous, determined, and angry steps.

"...in this part of the year, criminal law cases drop a lot." The damn guy was telling you, his boring blond hair falling over his blue eyes in a way Kaz found annoying.

To fucking hell with that blond-haired Dande.

“Y/n, Jesper!” Kaz tapped the end of his cane on the table, stopping the cards under the polished wooden end.

Everyone at the table looked at him startled, their actions frozen. He saw you swallow hard, a soft tremor sigh in your shoulders.

Good!

“Shouldn't you be at the door?” Kaz turned to Jesper, his eyes sparks with annoyance.

“Right now, Boss.” He stood up, giving you a strained smile and heading towards the door.

“Kaz…” You started, voice softly intoxicated.

You knew you weren't supposed to be at the gambling table, let alone so late at night and drunk, even if Jesper was by your side. You had the ability to win every play, in any game, and that ended up not only driving the others away, but leaving the men, already drunk and irrational, aggressive and with an extremely bruised ego. And they almost always wanted to retaliate physically. As much as there were security guards and cameras everywhere to keep something bad from happening, Kaz couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting you. Not even blinking insultingly in your direction.

He sent you an icy, sharp, steady look. A clear warning for you to stop there any excuse you were about to give. To be careful with the next words you would say. You swallowed hard, looking away and getting up from the table. Slightly wobbly from the drink, you fished your coat from the chair next to you, giving a strained, apologetic smile to the guy you'd been flirting with so far.

“I better go home and call an uber and…” You started, but Kaz cut your sentence.

“I'll driver you.”

His tone exuded annoyance and impatience, giving no opening to any objections, demonstrating that he was in no mood for games. Much less defiance of his orders. You knew him too well to recognize that that night had pulled his nerves beyond what he could handle, the strain and irritation in his eyes told you something had happened beyond what you knew. His jaw, straight and strong as glass, was clenched tightly, his night-colored hair was disheveled in an overwhelmingly attractive way, and his black robes sinfully marred every line of his body.

You should have become wary of the dangerous energy that he exuded through every pore at that moment. However, to your inebriated and excited brain, Kaz Brekker has never looked so fucking hot! Your underbelly vibrated in response to the personification of sin that Kaz was, your heart racing at alarming levels as you followed him out, walking over to his car.

Like every piece of Brekker's clothing, his car was sleek black, with big black wheels, tinted glass and dark leather seats. Hades' chariot. You felt your breath catch when Kaz opened the passenger door for you, his eyes avoiding yours, his jaw still clenched and dangerous energy exhaling through every fiber of his tall, lean body.

Holy Mother of God, this man was a perdition!

Kaz contained an instinctive desire to go back inside and tell that aspiring Dande that you weren't available. Instead, he closed the door when you got in and turned around in the car, closing his own and squeezing the steering wheel harder than he would have liked.

Midnight height light streamed in through the darkened car windows and gently illuminated the curve of your cheek, highlighting your skin that Kaz might have named the color of the gods. So much attention was too seductive. Emotions and reactions still bubbled through each his vein like scandant water, mingling with months of frustrated desires and burning sexual tension.

At that moment, jealousy laced him. Mine. Amazing and at the same time propelled by dangerous strength, Kaz tried to trap that feeling back into the dungeon of his soul. He controlled his fury, yet he couldn't completely tame. Annoyance turned to anger. Starting driving the car forward, Kaz tried to think of anything but how you looked like the Goddess Aphrodite on that dark bench. Splendid as a heat ray in a winter day.

“Kaz…” You started, that gentle, repentant tone that stirred every spark in his soul.

He hated how his name on your lips sounded so sensual, so right and so delicious. He would give everything he had to hear you moan his name.

“Don't start” he warned, now not because of latent annoyance, but because he didn't know if he could stop himself if he heard your voice.

However, you didn't make things any easier for him.

"You don't have to be so angry." You go "I wasn't even using all my intellect on the game, I wasn't trying to win."

Kaz didn't even know if that was the core of the problem anymore. Was he angry that you went to a table where it was dangerous? Yes. But the waters were much deeper than that, much more dangerous. The way your smile, sweet and sensual, was directed at that guy, reeled in Kaz's mind, impregnated with the plague. He felt the blood burn in his veins just remembering how melted you looked for that man. And as much as he couldn't blame you, because you were free and single, the primal, irrational part of him screamed so much louder now.

Mine.

“This does not matter anymore.” It was the only thing he managed to say, the very sensations drowning him.

“And it wasn't even that dangerous.” But unlike him, you were obliterating the burning emotions that Kaz exuded. “There were only a few players drunker than a door, and Jesper was on my side, and also James, who was very charming and...”

Kaz almost lost direction, making the car bounce smoothly. He staked his eyes at you, puzzled and bubbling.

“James?”

“Yeah, the blond guy who…”

"I don't want to know, Y/n." He cut you off "I don't want to hear about the guys you allow to drool around you like mangy dogs."

The distilled rage was impossible to contain, and before Kaz knew it, the words were out. He turned forward again, his hands tighter on the steering wheel.

“Wait…” Your tone was slightly smug, and the way you rubbed one thigh against the other was impossible for Kaz to miss.

The grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“You are jealous?” Your intonation dropped to a low, sensual, provocative level.

Suddenly, Kaz's entire body became very aware of your body inches away. He could feel the heat that you radiated and the lyrical, sweet and sinful scent of your perfume flooded all his senses. The air grew thin, puffy and stuffy, and if it had been December cold outside, Kaz would still feel the height of summer in that car. Flashes of excitement and danger rippled through the car, and the brief silence grew even more charged with sexual tension and lustful anticipation that stirred every fiber of Kaz's being.

He made the mistake of looking at you again, and your softly mischievous smile that promised a lifetime of satisfied desires only served to incite his madness. Kaz had never understood how a man could want a woman so badly that he acted irrationally and carelessly. But now he understood. And when he realized you tried to stifle a sensual sigh from the way he was looking at you, his body won the fight against his mind and Kaz stopped abruptly the car at the red traffic light.

The sexual tension between you had become unbearable. In one moment, Kaz was fighting the series of overwhelming and disturbing emotions that dominated his entire being, and in the next moment, he had taken your mouth with his in a fiery, fierce, animal kiss. Stealing all the air from both of you, his thoughts, and his sanity.

He held your face firmly in his hands, his fingers going down to the strands of hair at the nape of your neck, turning everything into something more caustic and desperate. Yours hands went to his arms, moving up to his shoulders and cupping the sides of his neck, pulling him closer. Kaz's tongue inched into your mouth without waiting for permission, conquering and claiming every fiber of your body, of your soul, in a continued of kisses you couldn't tell where one ended and another began.

The moan of satisfaction you let out gave him a lust and desire unlike anything Brekker had ever felt. Like hot, addictive honey down in his throat. He was still gripped by jealousy, annoyance and possessiveness. With the desire for you pulsing in his body just like his heartbeat.

Kaz pulled back millimetrically, his blue eyes overshadowed by the heat of the moment, his lips red and swollen from the sinful kisses he gave you. At that moment, Kaz Brekker looked like an angry young God, and you've never felt more attracted to someone in your life than you are now.

You looked at him, panting and needy, wishing with all your might that he repeat the same actions. And you knew he realized that. Perfectly. You saw the spark of male satisfaction ignite in his eyes as he absorbed your desire. He was so close... so very close, and you couldn't stand the enormous anxiety for a caress, a kiss, anything.

His cocky smile intensified as you put more pressure in your touch his skin, your fingers trailing down his neck and back to his shoulders, silently pleading for him to do something with you. Anything he wanted.

Kaz lowered his one gloved hand to your jaw, thumb and forefinger squeezing your chin and making you look at him directly, you staring into the deep, shrewd blue of his eyes. He pulled you closer by the grip on your chin, the husky, erotic words hitting your lips like a promise of sin as he said:

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to.”

It was impossible to control the loud, needy sigh that escaped, your center throbbing in despair and wetting the thin cloth of your panties. You wanted he to touch you more, pull your body against his until there was not a single sigh left, claim your soul and your body as his. You had parted your lips to say something, most likely a plea for him to continue, but the traffic light turned green and Kaz took his hands off you, straightening up on the bench and putting the car move.

In the absence of his warmth, his body, you felt cold, empty and frozen. As if Kaz were your sun and you were Icarus. Feeling the compulsion to need to get closer, complete its magnitude and bask in his rays. Every cell in your body begged for him, in needy and submissive requests, telling you to accept anything he told you, that he gave you, as long as it touched you.

“If I knew that to make you kiss me I would have to flirt with someone else, I would have done it a long time ago.” You teased, a satisfied, malicious smile on your lips.

Kaz looked at you in annoyance. In a clear warning that you should never more do that again.

"If you wanted me to kiss you like the brat you are, you just needed to have asked." He countered your game to the full.

"But if I want more than that?" But just as he knew how to play, so did you.

You swiped the tip of your tongue across your lips, kicking off your shoes and pulling your legs over the dashboard of the car, exposing your nearly bare thighs through the thin black fabric of your dress. Your actions instantly caught Kaz's eyes, and his grip on the steering wheel grew stronger and his breathing heavier.

The air inside the car became more ardent, burn, charged with eroticism and lust that left both of you breathless. An electrifying energy coursed through their bodies, as if they had been struck by a bolt of fire. You wanted him in a way you never thought you could want anyone.

Kaz took a deep breath, and looked at you with dangerous predator eyes as he said:

"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week."

The words made your body tremble. But if Kaz was trying to dissuade you, that was the last thing he should have told you. Instead of taming the fire inside you, it threw gasoline into the aggressive fire. You pressed your thighs together, your body sensitive to his words filled with burning promise.

In five minutes of insane courage, you took your feet off the dashboard, leaned toward Kaz, and brushed his neck with your lips. In slow, burning, hot kisses, you traced a path to the pulse in his neck, opening your lips slightly to brush your tongue over that pulse point.

“Please.” You beg.

Kaz's moan was low, but loud enough in your mind. You were being his undoing and you knew it. Suddenly, the car veered to the right and came to an abrupt stop. You would have lost your balance if Kaz's hands hadn't clung to your waist, pulling you in one movement to his left thigh, pressing your soaked core into the black fabric of his pants.

You gasped loudly, or he, or both. And in the next moment, his mouth was on yours again. The kiss was more aggressive, possessive, angry and ardent. Kaz kissed you as if he wanted to decree you his, proclaim his possession. You didn't see when he removed his gloves, but the touch of his skin with on your thighs was all you could think of.

“Kaz…” You moaned into his mouth, and the grip on your thighs moved up to your hip, digging his fingers into your thin dress-covered skin with such force it was sure to leave marks tomorrow. "Please."

You knew what you were begging for, but the moment Kaz forced your waist to move against his thigh, rubbing your pulsing core against his thigh, you forgot even your own name. And Kaz knew it. Then, like dominant man who wanted to see you surrendered to him that he was, his mouth went to your ear as he whispered:

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Kaz wiggled his thigh against you, making your clit roll against the soggy fabric of your panties.

You moaned loudly, your hands tightening on his shirt, your face hiding in his chest as an overwhelming, aching pleasure invaded your system. It felt good, but unbearable for being so little, churning something in your belly that made you despair for more.

"Y-yes." You whimpered, rolling your hips on his thigh.

Kaz's bare hand crept up the slit between your thighs, your dress already balled up at the top of your waist, and dipped his fingers into the juncture of your pussy and his thigh, pulling your panties to the side and making you feel the fabric of his dark pants against your wet, hot flesh. You moaned louder, your grip on his shirt tighter and your hips rocked harder for have any friction.

“Do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are? Is that what you've wanted all this time?” His words, husky and strong, in that intense, dominant intonation, sent all your self-control to hell.

"Yes." You sobbed. “I-I need you."

But his hand in your panties went up to your chin, and he forced you to look him in the eye once more. The electric intensity of that look turned you on even more, making you gasp as his thigh still rocked against your throbbing clit.

“After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy” It was very hard to think with all the stimuli he was giving you, but the thunderous blue eyes warned you to pay attention to his words “Do you think you deserve me to fuck you?”

His gaze invaded you so deep and so warm and intense that you wondered if he was trying to leave a burning imprint on your soul. All over your body, overwhelming desires resonated, and you gave in to the compulsion to roll his thigh further, whimpering from the pressure on your clit.

"I'm s-so sorry." You whimpered, eyes pleading with he "It won't happen again."

"Won't happen what?" He tightened his grip on your chin, not painfully, but firmly to get your attention.

"It won't happen again, Sir."

The reward for your obedience came in an aggressive, hungry kiss, his hand in your chin dropping for your hip and wiggle his thigh at your needy pussy.

"Do you want to cum?" He teased you.

"Yes, S-sir."

"The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."

Then, as if to reiterate his statement, his mouth clutte to yours once more, his thigh swayed with more vigor and his bare hands moved up to the neckline of your dress.

His warm palms and long fingers lowered the straps of your dress and released your braless breasts, your nipples hard with pleasure and your breasts swollen with arousal.

Your moan was muffled by Kaz's, and he just released your mouth to lower his lips to your left breast, capturing the innocent nipple with his mouth and rolling his tongue across your flesh. You moaned louder, your waist twisting desperately against his thigh as your hands tangled in the strands of his black hair.

Kaz delighted in every inch of you, his hands going back to your waist as his mouth attacked your other breast, leaving a trail of hot saliva on his tight, needy nipples. Brekker was consumed by a fierce hunger and need, so overpowering that he pressed his fingers to your skin as if you were his last meal. He'd wanted for so long to do all that, to dive into your body like a starving man, savoring every inch of your warm skin.

Letting out a loud, delighted moan, Kaz increased his thigh movements as he suckled on your nipple, feeling flung to hell heaven as you squealed softly and collapsed onto his thigh, smearing his black fabric with your hot cum. But Kaz couldn't care less about the fucking pants. His cock hard and rigid as a sword hilt throbbed desperately, commanding him to sink into the heat of your slippery walls.

"This is much better than I dreamin." You whimpered softly, your face still buried in his neck, your waist wiggling slyly in his thigh.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" He teased you, taking his hands to your panties away from the center of your pussy and pulling them between your legs, tucking them in his pants pocket.

You nodded, your mouth dipping into his neck in broken kisses as your hands went to his pants belt, trying to get rid of any barrier between the two of you as quickly as possible.

"Please, please." You begged, flustered as Kaz stopped your hip movements with his hands "I need to feel you inside me."

Your plea was sated with an arrogant kiss as Kaz reached for his pants, pulling the fabric of the boxer together and letting pop out his dick throbbing, pulsing and his swollen head, brushing in your pussy with lazy strides.

"S-sir!" You cried, trying to earn more.

"Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you."

The strong, long arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your chest against his chest as Kaz guided his dick to the entrance to your pussy, with one hand. He play whit you, pressing his head into your entrance just enough to make you feel the pressure, recoiling when you swayed frantically for more. The painful pleasure sent tears to your eyes, and you sobbed loudly as you were just toy in his hands.

A few hot tears ran down your face as you whimpered, helpless in his arms to get what you wanted.

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry." Kaz pressed his mouth to yours.

In that second, he completely sank his dick into you, swallowing your loud scream as the thickness of it widened you and hit the bottom of the well. The grip of his arm around you tightened, and Kaz lifted you and brought you let down badly, drown his dick even more deeply inside your hot, wet, desperate walls.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, his mouth leaving yours, but not pulling away enough and letting you feel his hard breath hit your lips.

You followed his thrusts, bouncing your waist up and down hard and letting his dick beat frantically inside you, robbing you of your breath and your ability to think. Your moans mingled with his, the pornographic sounds of their bodies crashing together were loud and you thanked God the car windows were black and the street was deserted.

"So fucking good slut!" Kaz growled against your lips, one hand leaving your body to snake down to your throat, maintaining a firm, dominant grip.

You moaned his name and his title between loud moans and broken sobs. Yours hands closed around the shirt off his shoulders and the waist shimmied between the thrusts, making sure his dick was completely inside you.

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat!” Kaz tightened his grip on yoir neck, watching you tilt your head back and expose your entire body to the delight of his eyes.

He growled louder, spurred on by that sinful sight, and increased the rhythm that pounded inside you, filling every inch of you and sinking down as anatomically as possible. Kaz felt possessed by a wild beast, insatiable and euphoric, and each thrust he gave you was more force he inflicted on you, marking you as his.

Kaz pulled your neck to him, pressing your mouth to his as he growled against your lips: “Mine.”

You nodded frantically, the apex bursting in a burst of pleasure as his dick came out and sank in hard, desperate, urgent strokes.

“Yours”

You promised, kissing him urgently and swallowing a low cry as his dick shuddered inside you, flooding you with the hot liquid until your walls overflowed, giving you a feeling of being incredibly full. You whimpered into his mouth, exchanging a sloppy kiss as Kaz gave you a few more thrusts, making sure his cum would fill your every inch, not letting you dare waste a drop.

“Mine” he repeated through the kiss.

so, the weather??? HAHAHA, anyway friends, i hope you enjoyed. Don’t forget consult the rules if you want to request for some Kaz smut. Love u. O

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

The Problem with Die Antwoord

Sexual Assault etc.

In March 2019, Australian musician Zheani Sparkes released a diss track titled "The Question" accusing Jones of allegedly sexually assaulting her in South Africa in 2013. According to Sparkes, Jones drugged her and trafficked her to Africa, as well as sending explicit photos of her to cast members of Chappie. She also said he was interested in her because of her resemblance to his daughter Sixteen Jones, who in 2013 was 8. Text messages shown in the music video for the track show Jones attempting to engage in incest fantasies with Sparkes. 

A conflict between Die Antwoord and Sparkes ensued on social media afterwards, where Jones accused Sparkes of catfishing him. In September 2019, Sparkes filed a police report in Queensland, Australia formalizing her accusations of supposed sexual assault and revenge porn, which she failed.

American singer Dionna Dal Monte also accused Jones of sexual assault. Dal Monte asserts the assault occurred at a Die Antwoord show in Padova in 2014. Jones has denied all the allegations against him.

Not to mention the music video of their song ‘Cookie Thumper’ which has overwhelming sense of pedophilia. After depicting Yolandi in a schoolgirl outfit buying weed of a 26s and 27s gangsta, fresh out of the joint, the clip soon becomes a tribute to said gangsta with Yo-Landi dancing around him, getting high and wearing almost nothing. But it’s the final moments, given the premise of her being a teenager, that are sure to shock the most. It should be noted that the music video was directed by Ninja.

Homophobia

In 2019, a video from 2012 surfaced, showing Visser and Jones fighting Hercules and Love Affair founder Andy Butler while calling him homophobic slurs such as "faggot". Butler openly identifies as gay. After fighting him, Visser and Jones alert security staff, and, while crying, Visser claims she was sexually assaulted in a bathroom by Butler. Later on in the video, Jones tells her that her performance was "Oscar-winning".

Jones responded on Facebook, claiming that the person who filmed the video edited it to make it seem like he and Visser were in the wrong. He claims that Butler harassed them in the days leading up to the fight. Jones also claimed that he told Visser to act as "dramatic as possible" about what Butler did to avoid getting detained by security after the fight. Die Antwoord were subsequently dropped from the lineups of several festivals.

Black face

In their song Fatty Boom Boom Yo-landi is painted black from head to toe. Many fans called them out for their racism but Yo-landi dismissed allegations saying that "it's an African thing" and that people "wouldn't understand".  In an interview with Die Burger's Theunis Engelbrecht, Yo-landi shrugged off racist allegations surrounding the video. "We don't even know what blackface is. Ninja painted my face black for the video as part of our visual idea to illustrate an inter dimensional bridge between the colour filled streets and the pitch black voodoo-room in the video.”

[inklesspen]

today i got to thinking about Animorphs as a two-act musical

(I am very carefully ignoring the question of staging morph effects, aliens, a vast underground complex, and so on. they did spiderman on broadway; they can figure out how to do this.)

first act

the construction yard: Elfangor contrasting the beauty of Earth (in a way that makes it weirdly seem like he's lived among humans for a while) with the Yeerk Empire's plans for the world; the kids are very passive about this news, quite overwhelmed. the Visser devours Elfangor; the kids run.

High school, end of the next schoolday: They had a special assembly about the merits of community service; Vice-Principal Chapman delivers a very "how do you do fellow kids" quality "rap" about how the Sharing helps everyone in the community and the Sharing can help you too! The bell rings, Marco and Jake are heading to Jake's house, and Tom intercepts them on the steps outside the school. He interrogates them about the construction yard, briefly and blatently pushes them to join The Sharing, and then rushes off to "hang with some of his friends" from that group. Tobias in hawk morph approaches Jake and Marco as they walk home, only to give them the bad news: he's located the yeerk pool that Elfangor told them about, and it's hella tied in with the Sharing.

Meanwhile, Cassie and Rachel are checking up on Rachel's friend Melissa, who's having a tough time. Rachel, in cat morph, gets to hear Melissa sing about how lonely she feels; unfortunately, by the time Rachel gets away, Cassie has been caught poking around by Iniss 226, and is taken off to be infested. Rachel gets the others, they infilitrate the pool, and fight their way back out with Cassie. Unfortunately, Visser Three takes these events as a sign to increase security and speed up "recruitment"; they've saved themselves, but the very next day, Melissa tries to tell Rachel about this great new group she's joined, called The Sharing.

Erek and Ax join up at the same time, as mirrors of each other. Ax is the alien who knows next to nothing of Earth culture but loves it; Erek is the ancient robot who knows everything about humanity but really only cares about his own continued survival. Ax is the military cadet; Erek is the "plaything" with hardcoded pacifism. Jake gets infested by Temrash around this point, and the Animorphs see how far Erek is able to subvert his pacifism by helping them keep Jake contained. Temrash has a song about how he's going to totally get out of this, turn them in, achieve eternal glory in the Empire, and torment Jake forever. He manipulates Marco and Rachel into doubting that Jake's actually infested, and takes off, only to get caught by Cassie. Once Jake is freed, he welcomes Ax and Erek both to the team, and they start to plan something big.

I'm not sure of the exact structure here, but the act ends with the fight to destroy the ground-based kandrona, the first big victory the Animorphs have. They're feeling more confident in their chances. Winning the war, freeing their friends and family; it's something they can imagine now. Group song, obviously.

second act

Open with Ax having made contact with Andalite High Command, delivering a report to Lirem-Arrepath-Terrouss. This includes as recap things like the free Hork-Bajir, Aftran and the Peace Movement, the discovery that Marco's mother is Visser One's host, and saving the governor from infestation. (Also, a recipe for cinnamon buns.) Lirem warns Ax that it would be an unforgivable crime if any of the morph-capable humans were to be taken by the yeerks; he must be ready to kill them before letting such a thing happen.

And just in time, because David is here! He thinks he's hot stuff, has a song about how he's going to save his parents, win the war, get the girl. But Aftran is also in danger, and that's a problem, because she knows who the Animorphs are. The Animorphs stage a rescue op, and get away with Aftran, but David took the opportunity to pull a little side op of his own, except that he's not as clever as he thought and Visser Three absolutely knows that the humans he's trying to free are his parents, which means this andalite bandit isn't an andalite at all. Luckily Tobias overhears David's conversation and the rest of the Animorphs get to have a discussion about what to do about him. Cassie and Aftran have a duet abut saying what honesty demands — the Empire says "host bodies", but Aftran knows the truth is "slaves"; Cassie might say "deal with" or "remove", but they both know the truth is really "kill". Cassie takes the lead on the op to kill David; she tricks him into morphing into an animal form (to prove to the "Visser" he has the ability to morph) and then uses Jara Hamee's blades to kill him without leaving a human body behind. Aftran decides to die as a yeerk instead of become a nothlit; the two of them watch a sunrise and then Cassie gives Aftran a quick death. The other Animorphs (minus Erek, who has to leave the team when they start to plot David's murder) congratulate her on saving the day; Cassie just feels sick.

Unit 0 arrives to wipe out the yeerk infestation through biological warfare, heedless of the risks. At the Animorphs' urging, Unit 0 performs a safety trial of the virus, and 4 of the 5 hosts survive it, which they consider good enough to work with. The Animorphs bury Melissa's body before setting out to stop Unit 0 from their grim work. I think they probably ally with Arbat and other taxxons for this? In the process, the Animorphs' civilian identities are exposed and they have to rescue their families and flee to the wilderness, with mixed success. Somewhere around here, Jake has a song with Rachel about acceptable losses. He's becoming the sort of person who will be able to order a suicide mission.

Having learned that "her" son is an Animorph, Visser One returns to Earth. Marco constructs a plan to play the two Vissers against each other and eliminate them both; which works, and Eva and Alloran spend the rest of the war sedated and under Hork-Bajir guard. Marco takes Visser One's shuttle and bluffs their way onto the Pool ship. Cassie gets them in contact with the leaders of the Yeerk Peace Movement, who are able to smuggle them (in bug morph) over to the Blade ship. The Animorphs seize the Blade ship's bridge while Rachel stays on the Pool ship to keep Tom (host to the only remaining Yeerk who has command override codes) from interfering.

Jake takes the Pool ship (and therefore the pool) hostage and gets the surrender of all remaining Yeerk forces on Earth. At which point the Andalite fleet emerges from behind the Moon and blows up the defenseless Pool ship, while Jake looks on in satisfaction. Reprise the song about acceptable losses.

In the aftermath, nobody is all right. After the war, Cassie devotes herself to helping the Hork-Bajir, Marco craves recognition and pursues fame, Tobias retreats from the world, and Jake tries to find another cause to fight for, which is why when Menderash comes to him with the news that Ax needs help, Jake gives a huge grin, and says "Finally!"

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

just gotta say, my absolute favorite part of eleutherophobia is Tom accumulating absurd amounts of yeerk weaponry with the "host biometrics" thing. stash of unregistered dracon beams? warehouse full of hunter-killer bots? now the BLADE SHIP? it's so funny, i love it

Thank you! Yeah, I love that canon made the yeerk inside Tom "head of security for the invasion force" (#53) because it opens near-infinite possibilities. Like, who is more powerful: the President of the United States... or the guy who gets a call every time someone who works in the Oval Office forgets their password? What if that password guy became a traitor and started working for himself? Would POTUS or his team even have the technological savvy to notice, if such a thing did happen?

I do actually know that the real U.S. security person in question has lots of power checks and there's a ton of oversight to their behavior, meaning they could never get too much treason done — but the Yeerk Empire doesn't believe in things like "oversight" and "checks on power" for its vissers. Pretty sure that yeerk went absolutely wild with backdoors and security workarounds in the weeks leading up to the final battle.

[sarifel-corrisafid-ilxhel]

I've been wondering:

What if Alloran were Ax and Elfangor's elder brother/stepbrother? Because clearly, what this series needs is more fratricide...

What if Marco had actually gone through with the shark morph and killed Drake and Woo?

You know, in response to that first one - There were several older fanfics that speculated/postulated that Alloran actually was Elfangor and Ax's grandfather or something, because even though Book 1 didn't originally say Elfangor knew Visser Three, some people got That Vibe from them.

In response to the second one: Well... It'd be really hard to explain how a hammerhead shark got into a school's swimming pool, harder to explain how a hammerhead shark could kill two guys who weren't in the swimming pool, and even harder to explain how a hammerhead shark could even kill two relatively fit teenage humans, because hammerhead sharks eat clams and mussels and small fish. Their mouths are tiny! Even the Great Hammerhead, the only one large enough to actually pose a threat to humans (and presumably the one Marco morphs into), is basically harmless. That's probably my biggest issue with book 15 - it depicts sharks as bloodthirsty, which is just a flat out lie even by Nineties standards, but moreover it does so with a shark that isn't even known for aggression or eating people. Maybe Marco was channeling what he expected the morph to be like along with his hatred of those two bullies, and it's some weird morph psychology thing. Actually, that'd be neat, since it could be seen as foreshadowing Marco's problems in book 35 somewhat.

But to actually answer your question, I wager Marco and/or Jake would be in serious trouble. All it would take is one witness or security camera down the hall to pin them as suspects. And even if nobody suspects them, they would have to live with what happened. That'd be an awful burden to carry around. Ax's shark morph would be more dangerous, but I believe even it is a species that generally leaves divers and surfers alone.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Musings from Athyae

Some of Friedrich and Colt’s thoughts during the War on Athyae arc of A Ship in the Harbor.

In Which Colt Grice Watches the Stars

The night sky was beautiful. Colt wished he could show Y/N the constellations; it was his private belief that she would like stargazing. He liked stargazing, but then again her eyes were like stars, too, so maybe it was just an excuse to look at her. Her, with her bright, beautiful eyes that were his favorite constellation. He looked at the North Star and hoped that it was looking after her. He wondered if the galaxies swirling in the air were jealous of the depths of Y/N’s irises; they could never hope to achieve such splendor.

He wished he could come up with such pretty, florid words for Cordelia. He wished he could write her silly little love poems and ask her to come stargazing with him. But every time he tried, the words dried up in his mouth. It was as if — as if his affections for Cordelia could not exist independently of his love for Y/N. Everything was a comparison in his mind — whenever Cordelia patched up his wounds, he remembered times in the Compound infirmary, getting scolded by Y/N for putting in way too much effort for the silliest things. Every time Cordelia reached for his hand, all he could think of was that they were too soft, too unused to the work of the outside.

Y/N’s hands were tough. He wanted to die holding her hands; they made him feel safe and secure and warm and like he was at home. He would be happy, no matter what sort of an afterlife he was afforded, as long as he got that wish.

The night sky was beautiful. Cordelia was beautiful. Y/N was ten times as beautiful as both, by far. Colt felt terrible for thinking that. He admonished himself on the inside but maintained a placid smile on the outside.

He continued to watch the stars. At least for tonight, he’d pretend like they’d tell Y/N he loved her in his stead.

In Which Friedrich Visser is a Murderer

Gun-metal grey. He was the only one of his friends that had ever killed someone before; sometimes, he believed it would always remain that way. He was the only one of his friends that had ever held a weapon in his hands and aimed it at another person, watched the life seep out of them and known that it was because of him that they were dead. Gun-metal grey. What did the others know about gun-metal grey?

He thought vaguely that it should get easier after the first time. All things became simpler with practice, so why should killing be any different? He had shot a prisoner of war as a child. He had been forced back then, true enough, but then this being his own choice should make it tenfold more attainable. He wanted to kill those men. They had hurt her. She was not theirs to hurt. They had hurt her; they had wanted to kill her — and him, too, but that was a lesser concern. He didn’t have much care for his own life.

It was a rationalization of sorts. They weren’t good people, the ones he was about to kill. They were bad. They were his enemies. That was what Marley had always taught him, right? He had to kill his enemies before they could take something precious away from him. For the others, it meant their lives. For him, it meant Y/N. He could not let anyone, not Athyaen nor Marleyan, take her from him. His best friend, the only one he had — how could they even fathom it? It felt unthinkable, to him at least. The thought of Y/N, of brilliant, brave, intelligent Y/N dying, the very thought was so counterintuitive that it made his head spin. She could not die.

Yet she looked so very close to it, so still and unmoving in that boy’s arms, head lolled to the side and blood covering her abdomen. She was so fragile that he could not bear it, he had to leave even though he could hear her soft whimpers in her sleep. Was it fear or pain or some mixture of both? He longed to be able to comfort her. He could not. He was not the one — he was not the one to do that sort of thing. He did not even know how. He wished he were Colt. 

This was the only thing he could do; it was not comfort but vengeance and assurance, a silent promise that he would look out for her. Slipping through the soldiers’ barracks was easy; shooting the offenders almost laughable in its simplicity. Only one even woke up, grabbing at him with the desperation of a dying man — which in truth he was, so this made sense. 

There was blood on him, now. He found it disgusting, no better than dog piss and maybe worse. He gave the corpse a disdainful look, tucking it back into bed more to cover his own tracks than out of any sort of respect for the body, and then rearranged everything so that it seemed as if he had never been there in the first place. The entire place reeked of alcohol, and he wrinkled his nose at the scent. He had always hated liquor.

Y/N was still awake, and even exhausted as she was, he thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes upon. There was a radiance about her, as if she were his very own little candle, his lantern in life. She might’ve been the plainest person in the entire world, and he would not know the difference. She was Y/N, so she was beautiful by virtue of that very truth.

She slept before him; he ensured the fact, waiting until her breaths evened out before allowing himself to relax. Their fingers were still loosely interlaced, and he marvelled at her hand, rough calluses and all. It was her hand, after all, so it was worthy of his admiration. He didn’t care if other girls had elegant, fine-boned fingers or soft, silky skin. He didn’t want them. He wanted her.

“Friedrich.” The way she said his name was soft and breathy, gentle and faint. He knew she was still asleep because she had not so much as twitched, but he decided to humor her anyways.

“What is it?” he cooed. She sighed and did not speak again. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles comfortingly.

Friedrich Visser was a murderer. Friedrich Visser was in love with his best friend. These things were not mutually exclusive; indeed, they existed in a sort of codependency. He would not have loved her if he had not killed that man. He would not have killed again if he did not love her. Pretty Y/N, brave Y/N, Y/N who was the best with a gun in the entire history of the Candidacy program. She knew nothing about gun-metal grey, but this was not a shortcoming on her part. He was happy she had not had to learn; he hoped she never would. Murder — it was not easy, not even with practice.

“Rest well, then, Y/N.”

[lorenfangor]

an incomplete examination of AniTV

so I’ve finished season 1 of AniTV now, watching it in earnest for the first time ever (late to the party, but I’ve always known it was bad, and now’s the first time I’ve wanted to have anything to do with it) and I’ve come away with three main sets of feelings

things that they did as well as the books or in some cases better:

Tobias’s ridiculously emotionally intense reunion with holo!Elfangor, which was brilliantly acted compared to a lot of the other acting on the show and made me feel a lot of things. I think it’s more satisfying actually that he gets his morphing back this way as opposed to the Ellimist, but I’m aware I might just be saying that because I love this family

“The Capture, Part 2″ is also just fucking great. Temrash being smart and everyone else being smarter, Temrash flirting with Cassie and quasi-flirting with Tobias, and Temrash inadvertently leading the team to another Pool entrance? All great. It’s a solid bottle episode and it gives the kids’ actors a chance to really shine

since the kids are all high schoolers and their actors are adults there’s a lot more immediate established chemistry between Rachel and Tobias, which makes their relationship feel fleshed out more quickly than in the books, where they’re a lot more will they/won’t they about how they feel

Ax eating and interacting with humanity isn’t better than the books but it’s often just as good, with a special shoutout to the scene where he tries to get Tom to watch women’s weightlifting in an effort to blend in after hearing from Marco that guys talk about girls and sports

Jake gleefully eating escargot in front of Visser Three in human morph and Controller!Tom

Actual!Tom getting a scene where he encourages another host to keep fighting

things they did way worse that they could have done better:

I’m purposefully choosing to focus on things that aren’t “get a better budget” or “get better production design” so this is primarily about writing and story structure

There’s no reason that Rachel and Tobias should have as much hinted history and relationship as they do but nothing actually depicted onscreen. From the start, even in the alternate-universe episode, Rachel thinks Tobias is cute and charming, and she saves him from bullies rather than Jake doing it. We get the sense that they liked each other before he went nothlit, and we’re also shown that she has a secret bird morph solely for visiting him with. Relationship drama is cheap!

Jake/Cassie only comes up in the context of Temrash flirting with her to try and seduce her into letting him go and that’s Bad. Again, human relationship drama is cheap to film

If the writers had introduced morphing detectors earlier and used them more consistently, we could have more justification for why the kids have to spend so much time out of morph and sneaking around

actually there should have been in-universe justification for a lot of the budget elements - the flashlight Dracon beams were modified so that Controllers could carry them and not be stopped by Earth police or security, Tobias’s hawk actor having ties on his legs is so that people watching him spend time with Rachel in a park or in the woods don’t assume he’s a wild animal attacking her, the Blade Ship controls being an audio rig is because they were hastily retrofitted to fit human hands with salvaged equipment, Visser Three and Ax have to be in human morph because Earth is hostile to Andalites. things being cheap or looking like shit can be interesting, just ask Classic Who fans, but things being cheap and the production never acknowledging this or making it feel campy and fun just comes across like nobody cares

Marco is the most inconsistently written of any of the main cast, and the most “racist stereotype” of them too.

Why is everyone’s name changed? Why did Steve, Jean, Michelle, and Peter become Greg, Nikki, Aisha, and Jeremy?

actually this show is weirdly racist in a lot of ways and it’s very jarring after the books

what the fuck did I just watch, and why:

everything Esplin does with his tailblade is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen

Ax and Visser Three “fighting” by throwing punches and shoving one another

the It’s A Wonderful Life episode that dares to taunt me with “Tobias is the only one who met Elfangor” but does nothing with it

the Ellimist looking like a Star Wars hologram and sending Rachel back from the Bad Future with a knife 

Jake and Marco’s Blade Ship joyride that for some reason ends with a swamp crash and them just abandoning it

Visser One is an evil gardener now

Rachel only mauls like two people which feels like a crime against her character

Ax getting lassoed like a wild mustang

[mizelophsun11]

Mizeloph's Tale Chapter 6

Pairing - It is still General Kirigan x OC Sun Summoner, but it will eventually become Kaz Brekker

Summary - There are still unanswered questions about Anna and the Crows are discovering that there is history. Inej wants answers and all Kaz wants is to push it all down, but will he? Or will he answer some questions of his past he never thought would matter.

Word Count - 1679

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Kaz had been working hard to find a way across the Fold, through his troubles he was able to acquire a man named Arken Visser, his title being The Conductor. With Arkens skill they had a way through the Fold, but there was more that Arken had in his clutches. He had also acquired access to a Heartrender who would be the key to getting them into the Little Palace. Arken has been annoying Kaz, he needed to make sure Arken knew his place within the group.

“I didn’t hire you simply to get us across the Fold” Kaz said “You’re with us because you have an understanding of smuggling Grisha out of the Little Palace, which is where our target is”

“Yes the Sun Summoner” Arken said

“Alleged” Kaz countered, he was still doubting that there was a possibility of his childhood friend being the Sun Summoner, for him Kaz would not believe it until he saw her

Inej rolled her eyes “Kaz, they would not keep a fraud in the most secure location in all of Ravka” she knew that there was more to what Kaz was saying with calling Anna the alleged Sun Summoner

“Anna Mizeloph is not guaranteed to be the Sun Summoner. Inej there is nothing right now that proves she is the real deal” Kaz was still in some sort of denial streak surrounding Anna

“But Kaz she is real, I don’t know when it will go through your mind, there is no reason to argue that she is the Sun Summoner” Inej was trying to get a point across

Kaz gave Inej a look “we will continue this discussion later” Kaz turned to Arken “This contact we are meeting up with, you are sure they can get us into the Little Palace?”

“Yes, she is a Heartrender after all, someone that I trust, not once has she led me astray so far” Arken was showing them the way to where Nina lived

“Even if you trust her, how do I know we can trust her? There is no use if she is persuadable in any way” Kaz didn’t want to be blindsides. This was a big job and so he didn’t want to put his trust towards the wrong person, there was always the change that this Heartrender could turn on them during their mission when the time was right

“Nina grew up there..” Akren started but was cut off

“Most Grisha grow up in the Little Palace” Jesper said, the key word being most

“Very few would betray their general, and fewer would help foreigners kidnap their one of their most prized possession” Kaz needed more than just Akrens word, there needed to be something else to convince him that this was smart

“Nina is what you say.. A radical, she thinks that Grisha should decide for themselves if they serve the Crown or not, she despises involuntary service more than she does Fjerdans” Arken knew that this was a good convincing point, but from Kaz attitude, Arken knew that he might have to drive the selling point a bit more when they meet Nina. That way Kaz would be able to evaluate Nina himself and see how trustworthy she is for this mission.

They arrived at the inn where they would meet Nina, on their way in Kaz noticed the innkeeper counting Fjerdan krydda. He knew that probably meant Nina would not be in her room and he was correct. They opened the door and the room was in disarray, chairs were on the floor and evidence of a struggle was prominente. The way that Nina’s luggage was unorganized was evidence that someone possibly searching for something and then abandoned it. As everyone began to search for any clues about what had happened, through the search Kaz looked around the bed then flipped over her suitcase hood with his cane to find a Drüskelle pendant underneath.

“She’s gone, kidnapped it seems” Kaz picked up the pendant

Jesper walked over and looked at what Kaz was holding “what is that?”

Akren walked over and saw the pendant “Drüskelle. They are ruthless Grisha hunters.. But I don’t understand how they would have found her, Nina is always very careful”

“The innkeeper, he was counting Fjerdan krydda when we walked in, most likely he ratted her out” he tossed the pendant back onto the bed not needing it

Arken sighed “If they did take her she is probably on a ship to Fjerda by now..”

Kaz looked out the window “they had a clear line of attack” he looked over at Inej “take a look, make sure there aren’t any more surprises” Inej nodded and began her search to see if there was any more surprises

They left the inn and stood outside waiting for Inej to come back, Kaz was already trying to think of another way into the Little Palace. There had to be another way in besides Nina, but at the moment Kaz could not come up with something. While the idea of having an insider to the Little Palace was smart, Kaz was glad that it would continue to be the four of them.

“Well.. that’s that I suppose” Jesper said

Arken nodded “We lost our way into the Little Palace”

“All clear” Inej said when she go back to their group, she was glad that there was no one left, but that meant the Fjerdan had been gone for a while and their contact was far away by now

“This seems like a reasonable juncture to abandon this whole Sun Summoner plan” Arken knew that there was no use now since the key to this ploy was probably on a ship

Kaz glared at Arken “Abandon? We’re in this now, I know what a million kruge means to me, what does it mean to you?”

“Freedom” Inej answered right away

“Fun. But it might not last very long, a few months at most” Jesper smiled

“..Retirement” Arken had been working for so many years, he was ready to never have to do anything again until he eventually died a natural death

“Right, so we push forward” he looked over to Arken “get us across the Fold, when we get to the other side I will figure out the rest”

Arken sighed “fine, to cross the Fold I will need 20 pounds of Alabaster coal, a peck of Majaloun jurda that is not the kind from Kerch, it's too weak and a goat. Now, we must meet in the dead of night, there is a wreckage of a skiff northeast on the edge of town”

“Sooo.. who gets what?” Jesper asked knowing divide and conquer was the best way to get everything

“Inej, get the jurda. I’ll get the goat and Jesper..” he pulled out some money and handed it to Jesper “just the coal, no detours” Jesper nodded and walked off

Everyone started to go their separate ways, but before Inej disappeared she wanted to continue their conversation now instead of waiting. Kaz noticed and stopped, he had said they would continue with what they were talking about earlier and he guessed Inej wanted to do that now. He knew that she still wanted some questions answered about Anna and what his past with her was, it would be better to just get it done and over with now instead of continuing to push the topic away forever. Kaz would much rather continue to push everything down, but knew that it would become more bothersome if Inej continued to fight with him about Anna.

“Inej, I want you to focus on this job, but that doesn’t seem to be possible unless we have one last conversation about Anna Mizeloph. I want your entire focus on the job after this discussion, understood?” Kaz said sternly, he wanted everyone focused and right now that did not seem possible for Inej unless they had one more discussion about Anna Mizeloph

“Alright, why are you in such denial about Anna Mizeloph being the Sun Summoner? I know that you don’t believe in Saints, but I feel like there is something more” Inej was digging for answers and wasn’t sure what she would find

Kaz sighed “what I say stays between us, understood? I don’t want you even talking to Jesper about what I am about to tell you”

Inej nodded “yes, of course, this will stay between us I promise” she had expected a bit more of a fight from Kaz, but decided not to question it

Kaz looked down at his gloved hand that was not holding onto his cane, opening and closing it and taking a deep breath “she was.. Everything to me. We stuck together, maybe in the beginning it was out of necessity, but it became something more. There was not a moment where we were not together and when we were split up, for me it was as if another piece of me had drowned in that ocean” Kaz could remember how he would always comb his fingers through her long white hair, it was what he did to calm her down. Something to her that she was so self conscious about was the key to making her feel at peace for once. He looked down at his own hands that were covered by black leather gloves, they were not always like this. Kaz never felt so vulnerable because of one person, the details of when they were together never faded. However, he needed to push all of that down and pretend like he had moved on, but in truth he never did.

“Kaz..” Inej could tell through him talking about her, Kaz was bringing emotions back he never planned on having “thank you for telling me”

“Now I want you to focus on the job, go get the jurda” Kaz said walking off to get the goat

Inej nodded and disappeared, she felt a bit better and even though there was the risk of pushing Kaz too far, Anna Mizeloph seemed to be the only exception.

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Author Note - Thank you so much for everyone support! It has meant the world to me that there are other people who are seeing my work and enjoying it! I am sorry these chapters might take longer depending on how much editing I decide on doing. I have also been busy with just life and having to run around getting things done. I hope that I can start posting a bit more! I also love seeing everyones comments so please continue to leave them or pm me because I really enjoy talking to everyone!

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[rcksmith]

Beautiful - Kaz Brekker.

Requests: “Also, the image of Kaz comforting with soft aftercare sobbing hot tears reader after being immensely physically and emotionally overstimulated - lives in my head rent free. Just saying. 💁💁💁”

“29 smut and 4 fluff with the Kaz AU please? Your writing style is ✨immaculate✨”

“hey there! may i request a smut fic on Kaz Brekker x reader with 43, 48 and 54? obviously everything else is your choice :)”

Fluff prompts:

4. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”.

Smut prompts:

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

43. “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

48. “I only want to please you.”

54. “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader.

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, nsfw, dirty talk, overstimulated, Kaz!soft dom.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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Your chest rose and fell frantically, your mouth half-open in a moan or silent scream, your head thrown back on the black pillows, one hand clutching the sheet with the despair of a shipwrecked at sea. The air was hot and heavy and sizzling, the scent of sex and lust had long time flooded the room and now the fragrance only deepened.

His hot tongue licked your most swollen and quivering spot, his lips closing on your absurdly wet crest and sucking with sensual hunger. The electrifying sensation made you want to close your legs for the pleasure and pain of overstimulation. But Kaz kept both hands firmly on your thighs, separating them precisely, allowing him to eat you like a starving man for years. As if he hadn't already fucked you intensely minutes ago.

“Sir!” You moaned loudly, your back arching and hot tears streaming down your eyes.

You sobbed, the sounds already mingling in your stuttering mouth, reducing you to a tearful mess. But Kaz didn't give you relief. His mouth dipped deeper, his lips eating you adoringly, his hands curling around your thigh and pulling you closer. As if it were still insufficient.

“F-fuck-! S -...” Your incoherent scream was lost in throat, sounding absurdly submissive, innocent and desperate.

Brekker chuckled a little arrogantly. The vibration of his laughter hitting your walls so swollen and wet was enough to push you over the edge. The explosion of artifice behind your eyelids make your heart to pound wildly in chest.

Kaz lifted his mouth minutely, looking up at you, his cocky smile still gracing his lips swollen and wet from your orgasm. “ I didn’t know you were so sensitive."

It was a mockery, of course. And you would have rolled your eyes at that bastard if you had the strength. But you were just a mess that was pushed to the bottom of the well, so you just ran your fingers through Kaz's hair, the tears still flowing and the breath coming in a gasp from your lips.

Brekker has always had an overwhelming hunger, especially for you. He already had a controlling and dominant personality, always seen in the highest positions of command, always the boss, and being able to bend you at his feet was such an intense feeling that you never thought it possible for anyone to feel. He was careful at the beginning of the relationship, testing the limits, asking if you were okay and giving you the security password. But as time went on, when Kaz realized that your limit line was too far away, that you loved being tearful mess for him, things got really intense.

And you loved every second. And that's why you provoked so much tonight.

Your smile was mischievous, filled with that facade of fake innocence and prickly puppy dog ​​eyes. Your dress was tight and silky black, hugging your curves the way you knew Kaz couldn't control himself.

You were excited to overwhelming levels. Kaz had been traveling on business for the past three days and you felt much more needy than usual. And he had rules, explicit rules that involved you not can’t to touch yourself alone, your orgasms were his, so seeking relief with yourself wasn't an option.

And now he had arrived and needed to prioritize what the Crows were telling him about what had happened while he was gone. Normally, you would have understood. Kaz was an absurdly busy man, but you couldn't wait any longer. When he called you saying he was arriving at the crow club, you dressed immaculately and went to wait for him there, like just a like a girlfriend who was missing him. Not like a little devil who had much more impure intentions.

You realized that had successfully carried out your plan from the way Kaz looked at you the second he saw you. With hunger, visseral desire and sinful lust. He looked at you like he wanted to devour you. Brekker and you tried to keep up appearances for the rest of the gang, in a fiery game that only the two of you knew. But his hand was glued around your waist the entire time, in a possessive touch.

You had even been distracted a little more by Jesper's jokes when a voice, warm and sinful, whispered huskily in your ear: “When we get home I'm cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

The two of you already lived together, and Brekker lavished himself on that luxury by banging your back on the door when getting home. In an aggressive kiss, permeated with lust and longing, your body was already hot and you could feel panties wet without him even touching you right.

"I missed you." You whimpered into his mouth, your arms wrapped around his neck as you purposely pressed your breasts against his male chest. "I only want to please you."

"You have no idea how much I missed you." His mouth dipped into your once more, his hands roving possessively over your body.

“I doubt.” You stubbornly teased, just because you wanted more attention. More attention from him.

Kaz smiled that dissolute sideways smile, bringing a hand up to your throat and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

He had already made you come three times. Fucking you and eating you like an insatiable man, never feeling satisfied to see his own cum ooze out of you or feel you cuming.

"Fucking good slut." Another slap was delivered to your left thigh, followed by a possessive squeeze.

Kaz was on top of you again, slamming his mouth into yours in a fierce way, making you taste your own taste. It wasn't a pretty or elegant kiss. Tongues danced at once and your cum mixing with saliva. You sobbed loudly, your hands on his chest, the tears running hot and mixing with your smudged mascara. You were a tearful mess, exuding that submissive innocence. And the way you were vulnerable and at his mercy only fueled his hunger.

Kaz Brekker wanted more.

"Are you going to take my cum inside you like a good girl?" His voice was warm and lusty.

You stuttered, your breath burning in your chest and your pussy swollen with aching clit.

"D-daddy." You whimpered “I-I don't know if I c-can.” Your waist moved to his, and a broken moan escaped as your rubbed against his throbbing cock.

“Oh my poor baby.” His mouth was on your again, his cock rubbing against slippery entrance and swallowing your moans and sobs.

You two had a security password, and Kaz knew damn well you remembered and were perfectly lucid to say it. But the truth was, you didn't want to. You liked hunting, you liked the game, you liked being helpless in his arms and being used like a doll. And you knew Kaz knew that.

"Can't you handle my dick?" He tasted you, the tip of his cock pressing into your entrance.

You threw your head back, a moan along with a loud sob escaping your mouth and hot tears flowing in a steadier rhythm. Your hands were trembling against his chest, breasts rising and falling desperately with your panting breath. You shifted your waist, and Kaz used it to sink deep inside you.

Your scream came broken and fighting breath. Brekker bit his lip hard for the overwhelming pleasure it was to see you like this, feel you like this, enter your pussy and feel you throbbing strongly and sucking his cock inside.

"Fucking hell!" It hit your G-spot, and you felt a sob choke in throat.

Kaz hit again and sank down as far as possible, touching the tip of his cock to the mouth of your uterus and pouring all the hot cum there. For the second time that night.

"Fuck- Daddy!" You squinted your eyes and the scream was caught in your throat by your panting breath.

You pussy burned from overstimulation, her clitoris extremely sore and swollen. The hot tears flowed continually, and you buried your face in the crook of Kaz's neck, whimpering.

"My little princess." Kaz's warm arms encircled you, tracing lazy circles with his thumbs across your warm skin. “You did so, so good. Taking it all like a such good girl.”

You hiccuping. Your legs and hands trembling, your pussy swollen and throbbing. You breath burned in chest and you could have sworn your womb felt filled with Kaz's cum. As if the deep he poured into you, as deep as possible, had reached his goal and filled you up. Completely.

Kaz pulled his dick out of you gently, but pulled your panties back between your legs to keep his cum from leaking out. A realization that made you both moan softly.

“We don't want it to drain do we?" He sprinkled a little kiss on your trembling lips, his right hand wiping the tears from your cheek and holding your face sweetly. “Will you hold my cum inside you like a good girl?”

Even weak and sobbing, you nodded, bending your head to his touch and rubbing your cheek in his hand. Kaz lay down beside you, wrapping his arms around your shivering body and pulling you lovingly into his chest, brushing the strands of sweat from your forehead and wiping away your hot tears with his thumbs.

"My beautiful girl."

Kaz ran his hands over your body in a tender, gentle touch, soothing the trembling in your legs. Pampering your warm skin with loving sweets, splashing a few kisses on youd cheeks and gently nuzzling your hair.

"Sweetheart, you’re my entire world" a kiss to the bridge of your nose was poured "You know that don't you?"

"I know, Kassy." Your voice was low and tired, breathing starting to settle.

You and your body both protested when Kaz got up from the bed and picked you up. His warm arms accommodated you like they were the best refuge in the world, and you were already dozing off when you realized you had been placed in a tub filled with hot water.

You let out a loud moan of complete satisfaction, and Kaz laughed.

“Yeah, I thought you might like that." He played with you and you chuckled softly.

Your eyes remained closed throughout the process. Kaz's hands slid the soap over your skin with such care and affection that you felt a huge wave of love settle in your chest. He kept going through the process, shampooing and creaming your hair and placing his flap-shaped hand over your eyes, preventing the water from falling out when he rinsed the products.

You opened your eyes a few seconds after your hair was clean, and his gaze shifted to your face.

“Hey you.” Kaz smiled and you smiled back.

“I love you.” It was the only way you could find to express everything you were feeling right now.

Kaz sensed the intensity of your feelings by your gaze, and dropped a small kiss on the tip of your nose as he said, “I love you too, Dear. Now let me dry you.”

A/N: what can i say? i am a whore. HAHAHAH anyway, besties, i've opened the tag list now so let me know if you want to be added. Requests are closed. Love you.

Tagged: @glowingatdawn

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Animorphs Read-Through Book 4 Whale Morphs Part 3: Marco Does Nothing Wrong, Cassie Does One make that Two Things Wrong, and RotationalSymmetry gets the warm fuzzies over Cassie/Jake

All four of them fell out of a giant Yeerk ship hundreds of feet above the ground as humans, surrounded by about a zillion Human Controllers and Hork-Bajir Controllers and Taxxon Controllers, and the bad guys still don’t know that they’re not Andalites?

I do not have enough suspension of disbelief for this series.

“Visser Three wrong? Maybe. But I’m not the fool who’s going to try and tell him.” Evil Contains The Seeds Of Its Own Undoing.

Well. That’s the interpretation anyways.

Can we not mention that trout are an animal that humans eat every five seconds?

See, if the rest of the team knew what they were doing, and it’s understandable that they don’t since they’re like twelve, they could help Marco feel better by actually taking his concerns seriously and doing their fair share of suggesting security precautions and reasons it might not make sense to go on this particular mission etc, rather than dismissing him every time he brings up entirely legitimate concerns. (Albeit often at bad times, like after he’s already agreed to do a thing.)

I absolutely support Cassie’s presumed refusal to go with Rachel on yet another clothes shopping mission.

I’m not exactly surprised Jake is having trouble focusing on school right now.

Awww Cassie is wondering if she should try looking nicer for Jake.

No. He likes you the way you are, Cassie. Horse shit and all.

Awww and he’s shoveling manure for her. As mandatory straight romances go, this one’s surprisingly not bad.

There is such thing as a natural non-leader and I think Cassie is one of them. Well, I don’t know about “natural”. But through whatever combination of nature/nurture/whatever. I think she’s got her sense of self tangled up with never offending anyone, which is just not compatible with making decisions for other people. “I don’t like tartar sauce.” Not “if someone ate me that would be wrong and bad and something they shouldn’t be doing.” “I don’t like tartar sauce.”

Gonna keep an eye out for how many times Cassie declares someone else’s behavior to be morally wrong. So far I think it’s zero.

 “I felt a queasy, sick feeling. ‘You mean, I’m supposed to make some kind of a decision? Like I’m supposed to say what we do?’”

OK, I guess I’ve found a big Cassie flaw. Good. I’m not sure it’s good that it’s this flaw. But it’s good that she has one.

She’s a really good foil to Rachel. Like, if you have to only have two significant female characters, this is a good way to do it.

Next challenge: find Jake some characterization other than “alleged natural leader and person who swallows a live spider.” And “has an insufficiently clean room because he had a piece of string in a drawer.”

I could listen to Jake compliment Cassie all day.

“Can’t you decide for me?”

“If you want me to, sure.”

It’s true love.

(Having said that, this isn’t “what should we have for dinner” and Cassie was right to not take him up on it.)

There’s kind of a …cultural expectation I guess, that anyone who has the choice will of course want to be in a position of greater power and authority rather than a position of lesser power and authority. But people aren’t really like that. (Uh, obviously some people seek power. But most don’t.) Power is scary. Being responsible for things going wrong is terrifying.

…Jake had Thanksgiving with Cassie’s family? What’s the story behind that?

I still want to know if it’s possible to acquire sentient beings’ DNA.

“I would rather shovel manure with you than do homework without you, any day.” Awwwwww.

They are going to get married and live on Cassie’s family’s farm/wildlife rehab center together and be really cute all their lives.

"I guess I kind of think it’s romantic, the way Marco’s dad has never gotten over his wife dying.” No. Not romantic. No romance. Only bad.

(I mean, I’m not saying Marco’s dad is bad? I don’t know his life and I don’t know what he’s struggling with. But it’s bad for him, and pretty clearly it’s bad for Marco too. Love is not measured in how badly you do when the loved one is gone.)

“It’s tough for Marco because he feels like he has to take care of his dad — instead of having his dad taking care of him.”

Yeah. Yeah.

“math, gag, yuck” ok, found another Cassie flaw.

“So what’s the difference between porpoises and dolphins? Both just fish, right?” I’d say we found another Marco flaw, but I’m pretty sure he’s just trolling. Just fish. Dude.