#a bit more pixely than i would like but oh well

[coreene]

bg3_rugan vs the ball! Please!

Thank you for the ask Pix! ❤️❤️

That is another one of my abandoned Rugan smut ideas. Tav is invited to an upper city ball and needs Rugan to escort her. She would convince him and then they would fuck again at the coat closet or someplace because rugan is bored and seducing Tav is a lot more fun than pretending to listen to patriars.

Putting what I've written on it under the cut

They were hanging at Tav's small apartment in the Lower City. Tav had been fidgety the whole day. She had called to him multiple times only to back out and not tell him what she had in her mind. It was a few hours past midday as Rugan was sitting on her kitchen table, looking at the gazette. There was news about a ball, and a rumour about what the Hero of Baldur's Gate was up to lately.

He scoffed and placed the paper down onto the table when Tav appeared at the doorway, again.

"Rugan?"

"Yes, Tav?"

She paused for a second looking down and then looked back at him. "Nothing. Never mind."

This has happened five times already. He sighed. "Tav, come back and tell me what's wrong for gods sake."

She stopped in her track as Rugan got up and caught up to her. He was a head taller than her. She tilted her head upwards when he got close, looking at him under her eyelashes.

"There is... I got an invitation to a ball..." she paused, examining his reaction.

"Go on," he could tell where this was going and now it was clear why she chickened out from telling him so many times.

"And I am invited, as the Hero of Baldur's Gate." He nodded. She wasn't a noble but saving the city from absolute destruction did earn her some privileges, like this house and occasional invite to fancy balls.

"Yes..." He urged her to finish her sentence.

"I need someone to escort me to it." She let go of her breath as she finished her words.

"Alright. Why don't you get your horny friend? He's an Upper City lad. He'd love this stuff." Rugan made a dismissive gesture with his hand. The lad was a gentleman, he accompanied her many times.

"Wyll is in Avernus with Karlach."

He didn't panic. She had a lot of friends. "What about that moody girl with the blonde hair?"

"Shadowheart is in Waterdeep visiting Gale and some temple of Selûne."

He pressed down the panic rising in his chest. There were still other options. "The vampire?"

"He's in the Underdark."

"What about the toad -"

She cut her off. "No. Don't call her that and she's away on some crusade –"

"No, lass. I can't. You know I hate those rich tossers." He raised his hand up in the air.

"Rugan, please, I need you." She pouted and fluttered her eyes at him. He knew her tricks well and it wasn't going to work on him this time. She had to have his dick in her mouth to catch him off guard for that to work again.

"Find someone else, what about that giant druid?"

"Halsin's all the way back in Emerald Grove. You're all I've got, okay? I'm not that happy about this, either."

Well, okay. That did hurt his pride a little bit. "Oh, that's a way to convince a man to help you out."

He locked his arms on his chest and looked down at her. She bit down her lips, clearly thinking she needed a change in tactics.

She looked up at him with sparkle in her eyes and stepped into his personal space. He swallowed as she placed her hands on his chest, getting real up and close to him. And looked up to him with a lustful look in her eyes.

"I promise I'll make it worth your while." She spoke in a sultry tone as she let her hands slide down from his chest to the side of his waist. One of her hands found their way to the front of his pants.

She teased him, running her hands up and down his thighs, only grazing the side of his dick which had slowly and painfully grown in its confines.

“You’re gonna have to do more than that to convince me, Tav.” He said with a deep voice, doing his best to repress a groan as he felt her hand palm him over his trousers.

“Do I? And what would my bad Zhent like me to do for him?” She looked up at him with innocent eyes with a dangerous glint on them. Fuck. Clever lass, his Tav, always on the money with his weak spots.

[convexicalcrow]

snippet of an idea i can't fit into the man lost prince au storyline but might turn into a lil vignette thingy.

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"The Lord of Pixandria to see you, Govenor."

Pearl looks up to see Pix being ushered in by one of her guards and smiles. "Pix! How lovely to see you again."

"And I you, Govenor. I'm not interrupting, am I?" Pix said.

"No, no, nothing that can't wait. Sit, please," Pearl said, indicating a chair for him by the window. She got up and joined him, pausing only a moment to send the guard for tea and bread. "So, what brings to you Djesdjes? Just normal business?"

"Yeah, just regular trading, you know the drill. Actually, I had come to ask you something. I've heard the Tjehenu are causing you problems, is that right? Increased patrolling or something?" Pix said.

Pearl sighed. "Yeah, yeah, something like that. Not even doing anything either, just swarming around the oasis like a pack of dogs. Gods. They haven't been bothering you, have they? You don't normally come into trouble with them, do you?"

Pix shook his head. "No, no trouble here. Pixandria is too well defended for them to bother with, as far as I know. I have seen more patrol groups around though, which is troubling. It's not like them to build up troops like this without good reason."

"I mean, they do soemtimes do it just to annoy us. To remind them we're surrounded by their land, you know? It's not really their land, their nearest settlement is days away, but they come anyway. At least all they've done is hang around and occasionally harass travellers. They could be coming here to steal from us, which would be much worse," Pearl said.

Pix laughed. "Better not give them any ideas then!"

"Definitely not! There's been chatter from some of the travellers who've come by that Kyrini is in a bit of a mess right now. Some have talked about a change in leaders, which would make sense. Still, Kyrini's so far from where we are that them being here makes no sense, not really, apart from taking vital troops away from a city in turmoil. Which might perhaps be why someone got toppled," Pearl said.

"Oh yeah, I did hear something about that. That might make more sense, yeah. Still, it is troubling. With someone trying to prove their strength, it's entirely possible they'll come after Djesdjes, thinking it's an easy target as it's far from Tameri. News would take weeks to arrive, let alone reinforcements. If you haven't been beefing up your security, then I'd advice it, just in case," Pix said.

"You and I both know how isolated things are out here, that's for sure. But yeah, I have been putting more guards up. Anyone able to fight has been trained. We might need it. Better to be prepared than be caught off-guard. You don't think they'll invade, will they?" Pearl said.

Pix shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe? It's possible, of course. All things are possible. Is it likely? I'm less inclined to think so. This very much feels more like a new general throwing his weight around than someone seriously considering invasion. I mean, what would be the point? Kyrini's far more strategically important to them than Djesdjes."

"I know, I know. Still, it's always good to prepare. We can still shelter with you if we need to, right?" Pearl said.

"Of course, of course. Pixandria is home to anyone who needs her," Pix said.

"Good, good. Not that we might need to flee, but it is good to know I can send people there if I need to. Rebuilding the defences after the invasion has taken much time, and they're still not all finished. We keep running out of stone to build with. The quarrying is what takes the time," Pearl said.

"Always the way, for sure. Oh, and now that I think about it, there has been one weird group I've seen around the place. They were Tameri. I recognised their colours as those of Waset. I'm not sure what they were doing this far out, but perhaps they've been to Djesdjes and you have more insight into their business here," Pix said.

Pearl raised an eyebrow. "Tameran soldiers from Waset in this part of the desert? Now that is interesting, especially with the increase in Tjehenu patrols. Not that I suspect they're working together, but well. from what I've heard, there's a lot of power still in Waset and a deep desire to keep it that way. They've definitely not been here, though. If you do see them again, please let me know."

"Will do, of course. And look, perhaps it's nothing. Maybe it's just a coincidence. I don't know. But it is odd for them to be so far from home, and not having visited Djesdjes. I'd keep an eye out for them if I were you, just in case there's something odd goinig on," Pix said. "From what I remeber of the Governor of Waset, he was a rather vain and power-hungry man with the army to back up his power. Let's hope he wants nothing to do with this place."

Pearl nodded. "Indeed, indeed."

[theconstellationprincess]

Thinking more about Pixlriffs ( @little-froglight )

(Diap stuff/accidnts warning! Also, some anxiety/upsetness over an accident)

S1 Pixlriffs is pretty independent right? Like he lives super far from the other empires, so he’s pretty used to doing things on his own, which is fine! He’s got his people, and himself, and that’s all he needs for his everyday tasks.

However.

The copper king is not incredibly inclined too make decisions that only benefit him, which includes taking care of himself!! Like, when he did what he considered to be a mistake he isolated himself to the point of starvation, torturing himself because he did something wrong that he didn’t understand was wrong at the time.

So… sometimes, on occasion, he’ll get really caught up in doing things for his kingdom (farms, building, paperwork, etc) or friends (getting copper, more paperwork, lighting candles, favours) and forgot that he also needs things. Like to eat, drink, sleep, and go to the bathroom.

Pix is horrible at remembering to use the bathroom if he gets even slightly busy, and this has led to a couple of incidents where he almost didn’t make it, or mortifyingly (to him) didn’t make it on time. He’s just… really busy, okay? Sue him for ensuring his empire was functioning, even if it meant skipping toilet breaks every now and then.

Anyways, I think Pix was originally super like… uncomfortable? About diapers. Not for other people, he was all for it for them, but for him? He didn’t need that stuff, he was perfectly capable of making it to the toilet, and thought he’d just feel awkward wearing them.

But! That changed when he was attending a house blossom alliance meeting (so all the other empires were there), and realized half way through the meeting that oh boy, he really needed to pee. But! It would be so rude to interrupt the meeting, and also really embarrassing, so what’s a copper king to do? Try to wait, of course.

The meeting dragged on, and Pix got increasingly uncomfortable and anxious as he waited. He didn’t want to regress in front of this many people, and he knew he would if he had an accident, and that made it so much worse!

Fwhip, bless his heart, noticed Pix’s predicament and had no qualms about asking to break for a few moments, the meeting had been going on for a while after all. Pix was visibly relieved when Katherine said that they could reconvene in 15 minutes, but then looked very nervous. Fwhip was confused, and then had a click moment.

“Pix,” Fwhip whispered, sitting down next to him. “Are you okay?” Pixl looked at him with wide eyes. His face was a little flushed, and he looked pretty upset.

“Of course,” Pix lied, smiling gently at his friend. Fwhip frowned at him.

“Do you want to come to the bathroom with me?” Fwhip asked, hoping that the slight trick would help Pix overcome whatever anxiety he was having.

Pix blinked at the request, he hadn’t expected that. He chewed on his lip. He really did need to go, and going with Fwhip would help avoid the awkwardness of trying to sneak out himself. He nodded.

He had to bite back a whimper as he stood up, he needed to go so badly! Why did he wait this long?? Well.. he had a lot of paperwork, and a building he was planning, and then there was the meeting…

He blushed a bit as Fwhip grabbed his hand and dragged them out of the room, but smiled at his friend. The walk there seemed longer than usual. Pix swallowed nervously as he struggled to keep up with Fwhips pace, his stomach was hurting and he was afraid that if he went to fast he would leak. As they approached the bathroom, Pix thought he would actually make it, and then Joel and Jimmy popped out from behind a tapestry that Pix hadn’t even noticed, scaring both him and Fwhip, and ruining the fragile control he had over his bladder.

He could feel himself blush, and his lip started to tremble as tears welled up in his eyes. He looked at Fwhip, panicking because he was having an accident, he wasn’t supposed to do that, he wasn’t supposed to regress or be childish he was a King, and Fwhip jumped into action. He quickly led Pix into the bathroom, and let him freak out while still providing comfort and reassurance.

Pix had no extra clothes, and he certainly didn’t want anyone else to know (if Joel and Jimmy hadn’t already said anything), so Fwhip offered him some spare pants, and a diaper. Pix was very hesitant, he was teetering on the edge of regression and didn’t want to slip, but Fwhip convinced him it would be okay (Fwhip wanted him small, it was so so clear that Pix needed it).

Fwhip helped him figure out how it put it on, and once it was on and Pix was properly dressed, he found that.. oh… well. I mean. Maybe they weren’t so bad? It was soft, and comfortable, and it made his brain just.. calm down a bit. It was nice.

He was small. He pouted at Fwhip, but was honestly grateful for an excuse to not return to the meeting. He didn’t want to see Jimmy and Joel right now, really.

Fwhip made an excuse for both of them, and they flew back to Pix’s together. It was nice, the company. Pix was very good at flying when small, and he appreciated the conversation. It was nice to be taken care of, for once.

(Later, jimmy and Joel would apologize relentlessly and promise to make it up to him. This came in the form of some very lovely custom diapers)

[thedo0zyslider]

Watching and Listening - 2k words

Oli is a listener, but doesn't really know yet. Pix however, does 

A03 Link

For the first few months of this new world, Pixl thought he was one of a kind. He didn’t think anyone else Watched like he did, they hadn’t last time.

That was until someone popped in. Literally popped in. He wasn’t a natural inhabitant of this world, server, whatever you wanted to call it. He'd been put here forcibly, and Pix had to assume Pearl had done it. She was the only one Them that really bothered with this type of world, well besides him of course. He was more about living in the world than messing with it though.

The newcomer's name was Oli, and he was quite the strange one. Pix hadn’t seen him in person much, but he'd felt his arrival. He'd watch the newest member of their little world occasionally, more than watched their other server mates and never for more than a minute or two. It usually brought a much needed sense of joy to his days, since it seemed Oil was determined to be comedic relief even when no one was watching normally. Or maybe he was just like that. And a bard, he'd apparently just accepted that he was a bard now, and had committed since then. Pix didn't mind that though, he was a bard with a pretty nice voice. The archaeologist had been tempted to stay around and watch a bit more whenever he caught Oli singing, though he sadly couldn't hear it that well with just his eyes.

Oli was also a traveling bard apparently. He had a habit of showing up at the Ancient City randomly, usually begging for fireworks. Not that he needed to beg much, Pix had made sure to have more fireworks than he'd ever need himself and was far too kind to hoard them. The brunette wondered why he didn’t bother Jimmy instead; the one who actually sold fireworks; but Oli was weird. And he really hoped the bard was bothering other empires as well, mostly because they needed to experience this guy.

Oli had also made a habit of showing up in his empire without a need for fireworks, presumably just there to pester the archeologist he seemed so drawn to. Pixl could guess why he was drawn to him, he'd figured that one out a month ago. But it took the bard a little longer, but that's okay, he was new. You get better at this thing with time.

"Do you hear things?" Oli asked one day, and if Pix was anyone else he would've rolled his eyes and laughed at the ridiculousness of the question. But he was not anyone else. Here he was Pixlriffs, the unusual archaeologist who always had an ear to lend. So he did just that, he listened to Oli continue his question while maintaining his normal sense of mild curiosity.

"Do you hear weird sounds? Sounds no one else hears, whispering in your ears when you're completely alone and you've checked five bloody times that you're by yourself?" So he Hears instead. Not quite the same, but close enough for me. If Pix used any of his eyes he would see that Oli hadn't moved much. The so-called bard was still sitting on his half restored wall, looking downtrodden and giving the brunette a curious side eye.

Ah, he was new to this, wasn't he? The archeologist thought, holding back a small chuckle. Might as well be cryptic with his answers while he still could.

"No," Pix responded, pausing just long enough for Oli's hope to falter. "But I do See things."

“Oh?” Oli muttered quietly, a small invitation for Pixl to elaborate, which he did. He had nothing else better to do really, no one else to talk to at the moment either. It also felt a little cruel to leave Oli hanging as well, because he certainly wasn’t getting answers from Pearl anytime soon; if the way he talked about her said anything. (Disdain, he talked about the goddess with a lot of disdain. Pix would hate to see what their next meeting would be like, though it might be quite funny to spectate)

“I see things no one else sees,” The archaeologist began slowly, continuing to build the wall as he did. He wouldn’t move Oli from his seat just yet. “I could see what Scott’s doing right now if I wanted to, even if he’s halfway across the map.” He practically heard Oli’s jaw hit the floor behind him. “I guess you do something similar? But with hearing?” Pixl smirked. Being cryptic like would never, ever get old to him.

"You got extra eyes or something?" Oli probably meant it as a joke, since he seemed so lost for words. But little did he know that Pix did indeed have a few extra eyes, ones that were itching to be used just a little. They'd been restless since the server started, despite Pix’s reluctant use of them every once and a while, so might as well use them once more. A little longer than normal couldn't hurt.

"Maybe I do," He smirked, closing his two normal eyes and pausing his building. It was always a bit overwhelming using his sight, especially after months of barely doing so. He still heard Oli’s yell of surprise though, and allowed himself to snicker. After making sure no one else was near Pixlriffs opened his real eyes again, if only to not freak out the bard. It'd be enjoyably creepy to have someone looking at you without really looking at you.

Oli was investigating the purple eyes now floating around his head, trying to poke them. It didn't really work, because Pix moved them away every time he got too close to actually touching one.

"Getting poked there is still poking me in the eye." He huffed, feigning annoyance.

"Sorry," Oli's tone was a little sheepish. "Just curious." The archaeologist hummed his reassurance.

"You should have something like this as well," He began his explanation, a little surprised at how quiet the bard was. "It's more of an ear thing though, and you can't see when using them."

"That's…weird," Oli blinked, his gaze still on Pix's eyes. He was quite fascinated by them, wasn’t he?

"You get used to it," Pix simply shrugged. There wasn’t much else to say, being able to Hear and See like this was just one of those things you had to learn to live with.

"So do you just like, open your eyes? Or?" The bard inquired further, now focusing on Pix’s face again. He was awfully curious, and the brunette wasn’t opposed to playing teacher for a few minutes; someone had too after all.

"It's kinda like…" The archaeologist paused. It was challenging, but important for him to describe this properly. "Like using a weird kind of sixth sense, I guess. I have to close my two human eyes and focus on seeing to be able to do it."

Oli nodded, seemingly considering his words carefully. "Can I….. try it now?" He muttered, failing to hide the nerves slowly creeping into his voice.

"Sure" Pix hummed. "Though I'm not sure how Listeners work, not fully anyways. We don’t have many run-ins with your kind." He shifted closer, helping Oli down from the half built wall. He was sitting on quite the high perch, and Pix had no idea how he climbed four feet of smooth stone. But, again, Oli was weird. The archeologist noticed how the bard twitched at his words and let out a small smirk.

"Listener, eh?" Oli said. "That what I am?"

"Yep," he hummed in confirmation.

"Well what about you?" The bard asked, leaning forward like a curious cat. Oli really liked getting in people’s personal space, Pix had noticed, but maybe he was just a physical touch kinda person; like Sausage was. The two did seem like they’d get along well.

"A Watcher." No use in being all cryptic now, so Pix made his answer straight to the point.

"Figures." The blonde huffed, seemingly a little disappointed. "They don't have a very creative naming system, do they?"

"No, they don't." Pix laughed. "Now focus," He flicked the bard's forehead lightly, getting a startled squeak in response.

"Alright, alright! You're so mean to me Pix!" Oli gave him a light shove in return, causing the archeologist to smile. There he was, there was that weird little bard Pixl knew, instead of the unusually somber one that had been present until now.

"Close your eyes and focus on the sounds around you," Pixl laid a calming, steady hand on the bard's shoulder as he spoke his instructions, noticing how the latter began to fidget with some kind of energy; the brunette couldn't tell if it was anxiety or excitement. Probably anxiety, Oli struck him as someone with a lot of internal, bottled up and unspoken worries.

Oli hummed quietly to himself as he followed Pix’s instructions, taking deep breaths every so often. It took a few minutes, but Oli made a small gasping noise and turned his head in the other’s general direction.

"This is weird , Pix," The bard stated, head darting wildly around. It was getting harder and harder to not make another feline comparison to Oli if he was being honest.

"You'll get used to it," Pix soothed. "It just takes time." He removed his hand from Oli's shoulder, letting the other experience his new power for a few minutes without further distraction. It was kinda funny actually, to watch the bard whip his head around in surprise everytime a new noise reached his ears.

"How'd this happen?" The archaeologist asked when his friend had settled down again. He was curious, you didn't just become a listener or watcher randomly.

"I'm not sure," Oli shrugged, leaning against the wall dramatically, and Pix didn't even think you could do that dramatically until now. "It started after I got here though, after my ender dragon fight." The bard blinked his eyes open, apparently a minute was more than enough Hearing for him.

His interest piqued further. "You said you were stuck in a void, right? Listening to two people talk?" The archaeologist remembered how the other man had mentioned offhandedly, as it was the moment he realized someone else in this world was at least a little similar to him.

"Yeah," Oli answered cautiously, sliding down the unfinished wall until he reached the ground below.

Pix’s voice turned gentle with his next words. "That's when they took you."

" Oh. " Came the bard's eloquent reply. "That's a little…" He was rendered speechless for the second time that day.

"Messed up?" Pix offered.

"Yeah, like really messed up. They kept me there for decades ." Oli paused. "Well, I think it was decades. It might’ve been longer,"

"I think it was a hundred years, at least." He felt bad when the blonde flinched at his words. The brunette sat down beside the bard, offering a sympathetic pat on the back.

“Well how’d you become a Seer or whatever they're called, since we’re sharing traumas now,” Oli muttered, and Pix was sure the conversation was just to fill the somber silence. But Pix was happy to fill any silence, especially if it made someone feel better.

“I’m, ah, not really sure,” He sighed, pushing his glasses up on his face. “I don’t remember much before this. I don’t know if I was born one or if they…made me forget.” Pix’s gaze grew distant, and he felt arms wrap him into a small side hug. He allowed himself to lean into the touch until Oli moved away, a luxury he often didn’t give himself. The bard didn’t need to say he was sorry for it to be felt.

“How long has it been?” Oli whispered.

“Centuries, probably,” Was Pix’s almost broken reply. He wasn’t a big fan of this topic, if he was being honest. It made him feel a little broken, incomplete, and like a chunk of his soul was missing. He saw the second hug coming before he felt it, and remembered to put his eyes away again.

The two ended up sitting like that for a while, not talking, just sitting in the presence of another person. Sitting with the only person in the world like them, and thinking over what they had both learned and remembered. Pix decided it was nice, doing this, he decided having Oli around was nice and inwardly thanked Pearl for sending him the little scamp.

He could get used to this.

[siriannatan]

More Than Just Plus One 3/3

I really need to stop worrying about my chapters being similar in length. It holds me back.

The start of the party was not too bad. Scott stood by, a tall flute of pale champagne in hand as fWhip greeted some acquaintances. Mostly people Scott had no idea who they were supposed to be. fWhip mentioned something about them being important. They had a short chat with Sausage and Gem. 

"Wow. Still around, good job keeping fWhip interested," Sausage suspiciously laughed, patting Scott's shoulder. To fWhip's annoyance. Scott would ignore it, take it as a friendly banter. If not for Gem giving him a weird, borderline shocked look. She did regain her composure quickly and Scott'd probably miss it if he wasn't always looking out for what people think about him. Thanks, Mom... 

But something was going on. 

At least Pix seemed to be normal as he gave them a short introduction to what they were celebrating. Opening of the new wing of the gallery together with an exhibition of his newest collection of paintings. At least partially naked Sausage was a feature of many of said paintings. Scott could appreciate a handsome man but he liked fWhip more. He was handsome and not afraid to be a bit rough.

Scott was subtly looking around for Jimmy. He was somewhat familiar with him. Dad did try to set them up a couple of times. They... didn't work out. Obviously. "I think I see Jimmy and his engineer," Scott hummed, leaning against fWhip as seductively as he could without being crass. They were spotted back. And Tango wanted to talk. How fun.

"Hello," Tango grinned. Wide. Almost annoyingly nice. As much as Scott wanted to dislike him - for personal reasons that didn't really matter but still - he absolutely could not. 

"Hi fWhip, hi Scott," Jimmy grumbled through his teeth. He really didn't want to talk to them. "I'm shocked to see you two together."

"What's wrong with bringing a friend along?" fWhip hummed, arm around Scott's waist pulling him slightly closer. Scott didn't like the sound of it but he just smiled smugly, leaning into fWhip. And hummed affirmatively. 

"Oh, it's great. I'm happy to see some familiar faces among this stuffed-up crowd," Tango laughed. Oblivious to his partner's discomfort.

fWhip hummed eyeing Jimmy. Tango ignored it and chatted about art. Scott was starting to feel awkwardness and stares. It was getting bad. "I think Pix and Sausage are looking for us, sorry we have to go," he interjected the awkwardness. 

That seemed to get fWhip out of his hate-fueled staring match with Jimmy. "Thanks, Scott," fWhip sighed once they were sufficiently away."

"No problem, Jimmy likes being difficult," Scott shrugged. "You think Pix would be angry if we left at this point? Jimmy ruined the mood," he hummed, just then realising one of his hands found fWhip's hair was playing with it. fWhip had really nice and soft and fluffy hair.

After another glance at Jimmy, now much happier that he was away from fWhip, fWhip decided Pix would not mind. They spend a couple of hours at the gallery. It should be long enough no matter what. And there was less media since they didn't expect anyone to leave so early. Meaning they managed to leave relatively unnoticed or bothered.

"Much better," fWhip sighed once out of his blazer and tie. "Though you make it look really good."

"Could say the same back," Scott grinned back. "I..." should you say it. "I think this faking isn't working out, as in..."

"As in we like each other too much and can't pretend to fake it?" fWhip offered, pulling Scott close. 

Scott nodded leaning in for a kiss. "What do you propose we do about it?"

"Well," fWhip hummed, his hands lower and lower on Scott's ass. "We could change and go clubbing, celebrate annoying Jimmy, or go right to bed. Have some arguably better fun? Have a cute breakfast in bed after?"

Pretty obviously they went with the second option. Many fewer steps to the same ending.

Scott woke up immeasurably happy with himself. To an angry text from his mother. She thought he'd be over fWhip by now. 'He's a keeper,' he texted before turning it off. 

fWhip wasn't in bed anymore. But Scott wasn't worried. He did recall something about breakfast in bed. Wouldn't be the first time he was treated to one, in this specific bed. He did pretty much live with fWhip this past week.

"How are we feeling?" fWhip asked, walking in with a big tray full of their breakfast.

Scott hummed, rolling his shoulders. There was only a slightly concerning ache in his spine. "Pretty good. A handsome guy who just happens to be my actual, real boyfriend, just brought me breakfast to bed," Scott grinned, shifting slightly to make space for fWhip and the tray. "Mom's pissed we're still together, might have let her know it can be like this for longer, much longer."

"Good, because I ain't planning on letting you go," fWhip nodded, sealing it with a kiss. Soft and sweet one.

"Any idea why Sausage and Gem were weird? Last night," Scott asked as they enjoyed their French toast. 

fWhip was silent for a second. "Because they have no trust in my ability to keep a man interested," he shrugged, failing to pretend it didn't bother him.

With an unamused snort, Scott shook his head. "Well, someone made a mistake here, because I find you absolutely fascinating," Scott grinned and offered the last bite of his toast to fWhip. "Long morning in bad and late brunch date to show everyone what a cute couple we are?" he offered

fWhip nodded. But the plan failed. They stayed in bed most of the day. Ignoring the outside world completely.

[syn4k]

Ashes Pix and dandelions (symbolism, healing, however you want to interpret that)

They stepped out into a forest dimly lit with the greyish-blue of late dusk, the breeze flowing between the leaves and the bountiful foliage on the ground- when had Pix last seen a fern? When had any of them last seen a miracle such as this?

"Oh, my gods," Fwhip murmured, looking up.

They all simply stood there and drank in the scenery: the gently fading light, the brush of plant against leg, the coolness and freshness of the breeze. Somewhere deeper in the forest, an owl hooted. A cricket chirped somewhere nearby and Pix flinched, startled, but held still, held rapt by this simple but infinitely sweet noise.

"I think we made it," said Gem.

"Yeah," said Fwhip, turning around. "Oh, the portal's gone already."

Pix didn't look behind him to check. He trusted Fwhip's word, and anyways, forests at night were dangerous places to be wherever you were. He took his time finding his way through the thicket, almost blessing the way that there were so many living things here that they could obstruct his path like this.

The bushes he pushed his way through thinned suddenly, and in the middle distance between what could be guessed was more forest if you squinted and where the three stood now, a small collection of yellow lights shone and illuminated the familiar angular shapes of low houses: Pix suddenly found that his throat had choked up.

Beside him, Gem gently gasped. "There's people," she whispered excitedly. "There's people!" She whooped so loudly that the inhabitants of this small cluster of buildings surely could have heard her even from there. "Oh, my gods, this is..."

"Yeah," said Fwhip. "It's great. But also, we haven't talked to anyone else but ourselves in literal months. We don't know if they're friendly or if they even speak our language."

"Well," said Gem hesitantly but determinedly, "there's only really one way to find out, right?"

:-<•>-:

It was a tiny place, as it turned out, with nobody in the streets and only five or six buildings clustered around a small central green with a well in the middle. Gem marched right up to the nearest house and knocked on the door.

"Gem, what are you doing?" hissed Fwhip.

"Hoping," Gem whispered back.

The door opened.

An older woman stood there, long hair greying and carefully braided back into a large poof of curls at the back of her head. She was a little shorter than Fwhip and looked at the three of them with no small measure of surprise, which made sense but made Pix suddenly want to run back into the forest. What would she say? What would she think? Surely she would turn the three of them out. Three random strangers in the middle of nowhere, of course there was no reason to let them in. He had followed Gem with a small measure of caution but nothing more but now he was starting to have serious doubts. From Fwhip's face and the way he froze, it was clear he felt the same.

Gem took a deep breath and nervously exhaled. "Hello," she started tentatively. "We uh- hello, we're travelers and we're not from anywhere around here and it's getting dark. Could we maybe have some directions or a map please?" She winced, and Pix internally curdled back into his skull, but the woman just raised her eyebrows minutely and looked behind her.

"Kaloh," she said in a thick and unfamiliar accent, "we have visitors."

A young man with the same thick hair as the woman came to the door and startled a bit when he saw the three at the door. Gem, who was closest, stepped back a bit.

"At least we can understand you," said the woman with a sudden laugh. She stepped aside. "Come, come. This is a place in the middle of nowhere and I do not have the knees for travel. Do you know how rarely we get guests? No, come in. I cannot leave you standing out there."

The three glanced at each other, clearly unsure, each waiting for the other to make a move.

"If we were to kill you," said Kaloh bluntly, "we would have done it immediately. No use wasting food on those who will be dead in the night."

"That is true," said the woman with a nod. "But you three are far too awkward to be lying. If you want a meal," she gestured inside, "there is broth in the pot."

"If you'll have us, then we will gladly enter," said Pix after a short pause with a small bow. "Thank you."

"Manners, too," said Kaloh, mildly impressed. "Where are you from?"

"That's a conversation best had over dinner," said the woman, ushering the three inside. "In you go."

:-<•>-:

Pix let the other two do the talking, simply focusing on the meal at hand and the room around them. There was a woodstove against one wall, some chairs with clearly handmade pillows sitting adjacent, and several doors which Pix could only assume led to bedrooms. The whole place had a comfortable, lived in sort of glow to it, and he could feel himself relax automatically even as he kept an eye on both the food and their hosts, as bad as he felt for being suspicious of them.

The woman's name was Myra, and she had lived here for decades. Her wife had died several years previous, leaving her with a spare bedroom and a son to raise alone. She managed well these days, though, she said while bustling around to hand off the dishes to Kaloh. "It just gets quiet around here sometimes, so forgive my excitement."

Pix nodded as he took a sip of water and a small mouthful of soup, which was a veritable feast after surviving on scraps for the past eight months. He felt that the sheer amazement of the situation they had found themselves in had not settled in quite yet for him, which was lucky because he knew that as soon as it hit him he would not be able to compose himself. That was okay.

Somehow, he figured he'd be alright.

They were informed that this house had a shower, with warm water of all things, and Gem was pointed towards the door ("th' lady goes first, it's only manners") with a promise that the other two were soon to follow, reeking of horses as they were.

"I genuinely cannot thank you enough," said Pix, looking up after Myra passed by his seat, which had been dragged at incredible speed out of a closet as soon as they had entered. "However I can repay you, I would be happy to."

"The company's payment enough in itself," said Myra with a smile. "And the fact that you're all soon to be clean. The whole house will smell like onions in only hours at this rate."

Kaloh looked over from where he was standing at the sink. "I am curious, though," he said. "All travelers have some sort of story to tell, and you haven't told a single one yet."

"Well," said Pix slowly, "there's not much to tell." That wasn't strictly true, but anything more than a brief synopsis would take the entire night and halfway through the morning to explain. "We've been traveling for eight months- when we started, it was autumn, and when we got here, summer had begun. The place we came from- it wasn't safe to be there anymore, and so we went looking for somewhere kinder."

"This soup's really good," added Fwhip. "But yeah. It's a really heavy story, and a long one too, and I don't think we're ready to tell it yet."

"Oh," said Kaloh. "I didn't mean to press. I was just curious."

"No harm done," said Fwhip with a half shrug. "You didn't know."

"Shower's vacant," announced Gem, walking out with a burst of steam and wet hair. "Which one of you wants to go next?"

"This one smells worse," said Myra, pointing at Pix.

"Guess that settles it, then," said Pix with a laugh.

:-<•>-:

He took as much time as he dared himself to allow.

The water was warm. It came freely and it came hot, washing almost a decade of grime and sweat and blood and tears and sin from his skin and from his tangled hair. For a short amount of time, he just stood there with his forehead pressed against the wall, heart full to bursting.

The spare bedroom had two beds- two! With mattresses and sheets! Gem and Fwhip took one, and Pix the other. It was strange sleeping alone after so long of having someone else beside him, pressed shoulder to shoulder, gentle breaths and heads leaning sideways, but although the soft sheets were strange on his rough, calloused skin, they were a blessing nonetheless. He lay faceup for a while, just staring at the ceiling.

"You good over there?" asked Fwhip, who was tucking in the blankets more securely over his shoulder while also making sure Gem had enough to do the same.

"Oh, yeah," Pix said without really feeling it. "This is great. I just was wondering- like, what did we do to deserve this?"

"I don't think we deserve or don't deserve it," said Fwhip after a short pause and a shrug that Pix could see even though he wasn't looking anywhere at him. "I'm kind of done with the whole 'prove you have the right to be alive' thing. I think it's really nice of these people to do this for us and I think I wouldn't mind doing their chores for the next few days just as an extra thank you."

Pix exhaled and rolled onto his side, towards the wall. "That's a good way of thinking about it actually. I guess I just sort of expected... worse."

"So did I," said Fwhip, "but I will gladly take this. I stopped believing in an afterlife or really any sort of all powerful benevolent deity years ago, shortly after you left the second time. I think the best Heaven I can get is gonna be in places like this."

It was quiet after that. Pix stayed in bed but let his eyes wander around the section of the room in his view: there was a door to what he assumed was a small closet, and a window letting in silk-soft beams of a full moon's light. Kaloh had hurried in shortly before bidding them goodnight with a small clear cup full of what Pix assumed was water with a couple of dandelions suspended in them. Didn't dandelions represent hope or something? Gem had told him that once.

It didn't matter. He could think about it tomorrow. Pix got the feeling that this was the best turn of luck the three had gotten in a long time.

[didiersdragon]

hi hi! i'm alive! quite inactive due to life but wanted to pop by and drop this little lava plus jake as their son and kid unagami fic that i had planned to make a multi chap out of but i don't think i'll be able to finish so i thought i'd at least have the first chap posted here for anyone who would like to see it!! huge thanks to @articalextraordinaire for betaing this one <3<3 anyways here ya go! its not much but hope the read was worth it!

Today was supposed to be one of the best days of his life. He woke up at 8 am from the sun shining brightly through the window. He didn't even whine and try to get more sleep before his dad came to wake him up, no. He jumped out of bed himself, brushed his teeth, did his own hair, dressed and got his backpack on all before breakfast! Even Uncle Zane was surprised! His dads were confused! But they were still proud of him! He only needed a little help from Auntie Nya to tie his shoelaces.

What’s the special occasion? Uncle Lloyd was finally taking him to work with him! And Uncle Lloyd did not have just any regular job, no. He had the BEST job in all of Ninjago. He was the Green Ninja! And Jake was so excited to be able to hang out with him for the day.

It was supposed to be the best day ever.

But one call from Uncle Lloyd made it all come crashing down.

"But dad," Jake whined, "Uncle Lloyd promised he would take me with him to work today!" 

His dad Cole gave him a sad smile. "That was before there was a prison breakout at Kryptarium- which is not the safest place for a kid, Jake." He said, as he prepared to go help Uncle Lloyd. “I’m sure Lloyd will take you with him another day, he always makes up broken promises.”

That did not stop Jake’s sad pout though, it only made it worse. “Kryptarium break outs are so cool! Maybe I could see Pythor or UltraViolet- or maybe even Killow! I wish you could take me with you. I love watching you guys kick butt!”

That made Cole laugh. “I know you do, little man. But we don’t want anything bad to happen to you and those villains won’t stop at anything to make sure they hurt us by hurting you.” His dad ruffled his hair lovingly before he reached over where he sat to grab his hammer. 

Jake nodded understandingly. But it only eased how upset he was a little bit. "Then, what am I supposed to do today?" he whined, as he grabbed his dad's hand and shook it. He knew he was being a bit too much because he understood that his family had a responsibility to protect Ninjago. But it was the weekend! He couldn’t waste the weekend!

Cole paused in gearing up to turn his attention to his son. He smiled as he crouched down to meet the boy's height, which was not entirely successful because his dad was a giant. "Well, we asked a couple of friends to take them with you to their work today! I think you'll like them. They're heroes themselves, you know?" 

That had caught Jake's attention. Heroes other than the ninja?

"Who is it?! Is it another elemental master? Auntie Skylor? Oh! Is it Queen Vania? Or King Benthomaar?! But wait, I can't breathe underwater.... Is Auntie Pix giving me my own underwater suit-"

"Okay, okay. Calm down, kiddo." His Papa Kai chuckled as he came into the room, lowering himself down next to his husband. "Getting a little too excited over there, bud."

Jake flushed, scratching his head. He couldn't help it. It was so cool to be able to hang out with the amazing people that helped his dads save Ninjago once upon a time. Sure, he’s already met a lot of them and sees his aunts and uncles more often than not. But that’s when they’re just his aunts and uncles and not when they're being superheroes. There is a difference!

His Papa flicked his Dad's forehand, causing Cole to lose his balance and fall on his butt. Which led both Jake and Kai to laugh. After getting himself together, his Dad continued, "well, it's not any of them. But we can definitely reach out to them another time!" 

"This time, though, you'll be hanging out with some of Ninjago city's very own local heroes."

"Who is it?!"

"The Paper Boys!" 

Jake frowned. Those aren't heroes.

And he said so, making both of his dads hum. 

Cole straightened up to stand as he spoke, "You may think that at first but," He put his hands underneath Jake's armpits and picked him up as he stood, making the boy squeal. "They're possibly some of the greatest heroes Ninjago has ever seen." 

"Really?" Jake gasped.

"Yup! They even saved Papa once!"

Kai nodded as he got up as well. "It's true. I would've been a goner if it weren't for them diving into the canal to save me when Kalmaar came to get the storm amulet." He shivered a bit, "Doesn't bring up good memories, for sure."

Cole moved Jake to his hip and wrapped his other arm around his husband, bringing him closer. "Thankfully, we're all safe and together. They've done a lot for us," he turned to Jake, "They're immovable and have always held down the fort when all seemed lost. If you think our adventures are cool, wait till you hear about theirs."

Jake was hooked now. He had met them once before but never knew just how much they had done for Ninjago. He felt excitement well up as he hung onto every word his fathers said about the paperboys, slightly shaking with excitement.

"When can I go?" He asked, louder than he meant to. But his dads’ only chuckled.

"How about right now?"

"YES!"

Cole smacked a big kiss on both of their temples before putting Jake down. Kai took the boy's hand and they both went outside the monastery. His dad followed shortly with a backpack with everything they needed from the weaponry. 

Outside stood a girl with short hair next to two bicycles. One was occupied by herself while the other looked like Jake's own. It was one of the paper boys, he remembered seeing her around the city. She seemed cool. Was her name Anastasia?

When they came to a stop in front of her, Kai took the chance to introduce them, "Jake, this is Antonia. Antonia, this is our son Jake." 

Jake raised a hand to wave but hid slightly behind his Papa's leg. "Hi, Antonia." He wasn't shy! She was just...a little intimidating. 

But that changed when she smiled and gave a wave of her own. "Heya, Jake! It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you from your dads."

Jake looked up at his dads at that. Cole rubbed a hand behind his neck and chuckled, "I tend to get carried away talking during patrols." Everyone laughed at that. Cole turned to Jake. "Antonia here is going to take you with her and show you what the paperboys do. You stick close to her at all times okay, little man? And don't cause too much trouble for them!"

Jake nodded enthusiastically, "I promise, Dad!" He had already started hopping his way towards the bicycles when he was pulled back by his Papa.

"Jake," Kai dropped down on one knee and grabbed Jake's shoulders. The boy straightened up when he saw the serious look on his father's face. "Don't go running off somewhere without one of them. You know Ninjago city as well as us, so you know just how dangerous it can get in a blink of an eye. You got your watch on, right? You remember how to send out a signal?"

Shrugging to shake the backpack he had on, Jake nodded. "Yes, Papa. I have to press the side button three times and it sends Auntie Pix my location! I even have everyone's phone numbers written down in my notebook, pepper spray, a map, water and the taser-flashlight Uncle Jay got for me on festival day."

"Say what now?" Both parents said in unison.

Kai shook his head, "Whatever. As long as you know how to use it safely." He sighed, before he gave a crinkly eyed smile that made Jake smile in return. "Have fun today, alright kiddo? I'm sure Uncle Lloyd will make today up to you when he can." 

Jake jumped into his Papa's arms when he opened them and snuggled in to savor the warmth that radiated off of him. "I know. I'll be careful. I love you, Papa."

"I love you more, my little lava monster."

"Hey!" Came from Cole before he swooped both his husband and son into his arms. "Don't leave me out of the party."

They all laughed. Jake melted into the hug. There was absolutely no place in the world he felt more safe and loved in than in his dads’ arms. His dad squeezed them both and finally let them down when his papa started elbowing dad.

"Well, we got to go help the others out at Kryptarium Prison." Kai said. He patted his hand on Jake's head before he continued. "Take good care of him for us, Antonia. If anything happens, call us first, okay?"

She gave a mock salute. "You got it, boss." Then she turned to Jake and gestured towards the bicycles. "C'mon! Don't wanna run late for your first day with the paper boys!" 

Jake was excited. He gave his dads one more hug to their legs before he ran to gear up. 

"So," Antonia started as they buckled in their helmets. "I'll give you a run down of what we'll do and everything when we hit the road, that cool?"

"Yup!"

"Awesome! Also, someone else might be joining us. Nelson already went to get him, I hope that's alright with you?"

Jake nodded again, but asked, "Who is it, though?"

Antonia grabbed her bike as she spoke, "It's someone you've definitely heard of. His dad promised to give us a sneak peak of the new game he's working on in exchange for us showing the kid around."

"New game? Are they new here?" 

She shrugs. "The dad isn't. Kid is."

"Huh?"

"You'll see. C'mon, now. If you're ready, let's head out."

"Right!" Jake grabbed his bike and with a final wave to his parents, they both started to make their way down the mountain. He was excited to see what the day held and also curious about who this person is. Someone he's heard of but was new here? His dad makes games? Well, he'll see!

-

Cole and Kai waited at the gates until they could no longer see them before they went back inside. The parents worried about their curious son but they had to help their friends. Right as they were about to get in their vehicles, their comms crackled to life.

"Uh-guys?" Lloyd's voice came through. "How far out are you? The Mechanic's got a hold of some of the buses and a bunch of escapees are heading towards the city. We got the commissioner and the police ready to intercept them outside the city limits but they'll need some backup."

With one shared glance they were already in their vehicles and hitting the road. "We're on our way, Lloyd. We’ll try to intercept them before they reach the city but tell the commissioner to hold the line just in case." Kai replied.

"You got it. Stay safe, guys."

Soon after, Cole's voice came in, the concern palpable in his tone as he said, "Kai, should we tell Antonia to take Jake back to the monastery? I'm worried about him. "

"Me too, Rocky. But don't worry, I trust Antonia and Nelson. They'll make sure nothing happens to him. Besides, we'll make sure they don't make it anywhere near our son."

[jerichomere]

YOU SAW ELEMENTAL!!?? it was such a good movie :) what else did you think of it?

You activated my monologuing trap card!

I went in with super low expectations because the trailers spun things so bad, but once I saw everything in context I enjoyed it!

I genuinely did love watching her casually eat glass. In fact I think my favorite thing about the movie was how creative it was playing with their physical forms. Like when his forearm magnified the name tag, or the way she could just melt stuff.

I loved the wateryness of wade, the way he moved but also they way light would shine through him. It was really well done.

I liked all the thought that went into designing a culture too. I mean it’s definitely Asian-coded but it’s not just “Asian but with fire.” All the fabricated details, like the bits of fire language they used, or how they cooked, or the fact they have to wear chain mail all the time, or their regalia during the big party, it all helped to sell the characters and the world.

The immigration and race relation allegories were pretty straight forward. I was actually shocked a few times with some of the offhand comments they managed to slip in there. Not in a pearl clutching way, but in a way that acknowledges that there is no one perfect innocent group, everyone carries around true, and less true, suppositions about the others. And that a ton of history is just really really racist. But they’re all still people. (I could soapbox about this but I’ll stop here)

While the big-city-but-with-xxx setting gave a lot of zootopia vibes, I think this movie manages to carve out its own place. I also liked the way it was designed to intentionally say, “this space was not made with fire folk in mind.” Because the others, comfortable in it, wouldn’t notice. But the fire people sure do.

When they went to the tree I really thought it was gonna come back around like oh they were banned from getting close to it but it only blooms when it has all four elements together (or something like that). The flowers did open when she shined on them. But then that didn’t happen. Perhaps it would have been too obvious.

So all in all, was it a little bit tacky? Yeah. Was it beautiful to look at and fun to watch? Yeah! It still hasn’t unseated my eternal faves (Incredibles and Up), nor my reigning Pixar champ of the 2010s (which is coco), but I enjoyed it more than like… all the pix movies that have come out since between coco and now.

Thanks for asking!

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2024- Day 27- Giant

Big Mama

Another continuation from last year. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.

Thank you so much to the amazing @borealwrites for their Monster March 2024 Prompt List!

Monster March 2024- Day 27- Giant

Hemi and Pix- Big Mama

Hemi watched as his pups- now practically fully grown dire wolves seemed to greet Pix differently and if anything, treat her with more care and were even more defensive about her and would not leave her side for anything. They had met back up in Clayton and Kisska was still at the manor, checking on Duchess McClayton and her little Duke as well as her new pregnancy she had come down with since. Embry was practically tickled to be cooking for two crews. And Yasa was too as the two were happy to build one huge fire, surrounded by bricks to make something of a proper oven while Embry was happy to place sheets of metal over the bricks so that they could put pots on the metal as he was happy to keep feeding the flames coals from a separate fire. They all would be eating great tonight because they had chipped in on buying a steer. 

Pix, seemed pleased to be reunited with them, and after setting up camp was content to sit by the fire in her camp chair, her falcons in a nearby tree, the dogs’ heads in her lap, receiving pets. 

“What’s wrong?” Pix asked Hemi as she noted he was simply standing, and staring his own camp chair in his hands, but otherwise hadn’t moved as he watched his wolves behave with her.

“Nothing is wrong Pixie, just happy to be back with you.” He deflected before he set his chair down to sit down right next to her and rest as he mentally worked out what to say and how to say it before her falcons flew back, although they were happy to hop to his own shoulders. 

“Well hello there parakeets.” He offered as he turned his head and then offered them scritches and pets as the falcons practically did become big parakeets to him as Pix snorted a laugh. 

“I can hear your wheels turning from here.” Pix offered once they fell into a companionable silence after that.

“I don’t want to embarrass you by saying anything now in front of others. It’s nothing bad, it’s nothing terribly urgent. Everything is ok.” He murmured in a surprisingly soft and soothing tone. 

“We can talk about it tonight before we go to bed.” He suggested.  

“Is your mom ok? Your dad? Your sisters and your other brothers?” Pix asked. 

“Yup, they’re all fine. I’m sure they’d love to meet you if you wanted to meet them.” Hemi reassured her. 

“Actually I would like to meet them when we get closer to them.” Pix offered. 

“We will definitely do that then.” He grinned happily. 

“How is your family doing?” He felt compelled to ask. 

“They’re fine. They were really impressed with you.” She offered with a pleased grin. 

“I’m happy that they like me and won’t be giving you any trouble, at least over me.” He offered as Pix' expression grew a bit worried over how pleasant he was.

“Hey, I want to show you a new tattoo I got.” Pix urged as she reached out to hold his hand before she tugged on it to get him up to follow her before she pulled them into his cart that he had turned into a little home away from home where both of them could be together and be alone. 

“Ok, what’s going on?” Pix asked. 

“The only times you’re this soft and sweet is when I’m hurt and injured.” Pix urged as Hemi took a deep breath and knew it was best to be plain, honest and to the point.

“Hemtar and Sador indicated that you’re pregnant.” Hemi informed her. 

“Oh. Oh! Ok, this makes more sense.” Pix practically giggled as her worry instantly dissipated as her whole body relaxed.

“Well, that would explain…everything.” Pix nodded as she steadied herself on his arm.

“So what do you want and need from me?” Hemi asked as he took her hand into his own.

“Other than introducing me to your family? Keep doing what you’ve been doing. You already take care of me and mine. And Kisska was hoping that with us staying together for the next several weeks would hopefully turn into several months and our two crews become one. Especially if the others are banging and hooking up, I can’t imagine that I’m the only one that either is or will be expecting. Is there anything you want or need from me?” Pix asked him. 

“I just didn’t know if you wanted the pregnancy or not. And I was just trying to prepare myself for if you didn’t want it.” Hemi confessed. 

“Oh, Babe, I do. I’ve been hoping for this actually. Why do you think I was so adamant that you’d meet my family?” She grinned as she scooted closer to him. 

“Well, in that case, come here Big Mama.” He rumbled as he pulled her flush with himself and kissed her like he had missed her something awful.

"Ooh, Big Mama, I like that." She cooed as she fell into the bed with him, eager to get themselves undressed and rejoined as soon as possible.

[whattfamidoingwithmylife]

hi i haven’t posted in a while and ive been on here intermittently it’s nice to see that some people have found my account and liked my posts i genuinely didn’t think anyone would see these but here are some life updates

1) i never was able to afford my tuition and am taking time off while i work

2) i’m still seeing that guy i posted about months ago and jesus christ he’s fucking perfect i’m so in love with him also he doesn’t know about my tumblr though maybe one day we will go through it together but it’s cringe honestly anyway he is pretty dominant but doesn’t know much about bd/sm (again idk if tumblr will censor/suspend me) but he did agree to go to a local membership bd/sm place for education they have classes and seminars which is good because i want to be with someone educated before we engage in anything more than we have been doing but also let me brag real quick THIS MAN KNOWS WHAT HES DOING the shmex is so good oh my god it’s always double digit O’s and i love him so much he’s a biker and the helmet pix are so hot and the black compression shirt and grey sweat pants combo has me fighting for my life i always feel like i need my inhaler when i see him like that but i am so in love with this man i hope i spend the rest of my life with him genuinely i adore him and he treats me so well

3) i had previously mentioned avina st graves’ books i became friends with the author and am also a beta reader for her she has written more books and her writing has me in a choke hold the book skin of a sinner by avina st graves has scenes in it that i helped write and it’s so surreal to have my ideas in a book that so many people have read and are reading it’s insane

4) my life honestly fell apart for a bit but i wasn’t alone to pick up the pieces my boyfriend helped me i’ve spent most of my life alone and very independent so having someone in my life telling me to stop and not worry because he is going to take care of it and me is something i’ve never experienced before and it’s truly a blessing

5) i’m still disgustingly broke and spending all my money on books and paying bills

6) my father actually put me in a shit ton of debt that i didn’t know about until i started getting phone calls saying i owed debt collectors money and i am utterly fucked on that front

anyway that’s all i know so boring and again no one will probably see this but i sometimes find solace in writing these and posting them

[shadow-pixelle]

Oh wise Pix of the pool, I have questions for you!

10, 14, 20, 21, 25, and 29!

Have fun!!

(In regards to this post)

Mmmm I dunno about wise but I do have answers for this, so.

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Hm, this is a hard one, cause a lot of times I don't really have expectations for responses? Or when I do it's usually fairly on the money. I do remember being a bit surprised that A Star-Lined Path got as much interest as it did, given that my tagging on that was... kinda awful, lol.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

Ah fuck me that's a really hard one, nevermind. I mean, A Shadow, an Eon, and a Worm could be fun, given that that's my biggest megafic. My other option is my current biggest WIP, Maskless, because it's got some really nice scene imagery in there and seeing that adapted could be super cool. (One scene in particular...)

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

cracks open my AO3 works tab ok, I really like Second Sun, if only for the punnage of it all, and same with A Credit To The Order. But I think my absolute favourite is either Tempering Steel (Transformers fic), or Light in a Storm (Star Wars).

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

I am in fact currently in the process of doing that! I have about 10k of Maskless that I need to delete, because I don't like one character interaction that I have in it. Unfortunately, at the time I wasn't too bothered, so I kept writing!

And then I got writer's block, took like a four month break, and came back to it. Looked at the segment, went 'no actually I dislike this immensely', and am now having to delete pretty much that entire 10k because the way I want to rewrite this section also means needing to adjust the course of the entire rest of the conversation to keep it flowing well, so yay that.

(Technically I guess this isn't a scene? It's a big section of a scene to be deleted, it's just that I've then gotta rewrite the rest of the scene and the next chapter probably as well...)

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

Oh hells yes. Writing Shattering Point was a nightmare, because I did that one in class and made myself upset, very fun to try and explain. Surprisingly, the one you'd think upset me- Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow- didn't all that much? I think it's cause I wrote it in a speedrun more than anything and got caught up thinking about the reactions more. Like I was sad but it wasn't that bad?

I think if I reread it now though I'd start sobbing.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

...Hm, ok, this could be fun. Dooooo I have anything like that right now...

(The endless issue of 'if I wrote it with the intent to post it it probably got posted', lol. I have a lot of practice pieces that'll never be posted, but I don't think I've got much actual fic content...?)

Oh! I have an idea! I was, once upon a time, thinking of expanding on Revelations of Monsters, an MCU fic I wrote in the early days of me being on AO3. I never actually figured out how I'd expand it, though, so while I did write a scene for a potential sequel/expansion piece, I'll likely never use it. Soooo here have some of that I guess.

Even for Ultron. (Not the monster she’d created, no. But for the AI that would have been ULTRON, if not for her interference. ULTRON would have been different, would have grown up with a family of AI siblings and a father who adored his creations so brightly it burned, would have been taught love and compassion and to protect… Wanda had murdered that child before they could even be born, using her powers and the Sceptre, and created a monster in their place, and she wasn’t sure if there was enough grief and regret in all the worlds to atone for that fact. She wasn’t sure she wanted there to be.)

[umbrify]

Can you give us a list of headcanons you have for Joel? :3c

Any SMP is fine, I'm really curious for what you have in store!

Oh geez uh, well I’ll tell you this, I’m probably gonna forget something here. Also these are all gonna be Empires probably hope that’s okay

I wasn’t there when Empires One was airing, so I have less thoughts about e1 Joel, but I’ve always been fond of the idea that it wasn’t just that he couldn’t see the Xornoth vines or other magics, it was that Joel’s magic in itself was to create an extremely powerful dead zone all around him. He just never noticed. If someone were to try and attack him with magic, it simply Would Not work, he nullifies it.

For Empires season two, I have So Many thoughts about so many different guys. But for Joel specifically, I really subscribe to the idea of immortal Joel. Immortal Joel, the same Joel from season one, except… he doesn’t remember. Not very well, at least— it’s like looking through a thick fog at a funhouse mirror. But… some days, he can almost grasp those memories, almost hold on to them. It’s… rough, not remembering. Hearing all these voices that sound so achingly familiar, but all the faces are just a little bit different, now. Or a lot different? He doesn’t recall.

And I remember, back when the sheriff toys were more a thing, I remember I had this thought. And the thought was, that Joel seems to really treasure these toys. He makes them all well, the stitches are perfect and the fabric is the highest quality. And if you asked, he’d tell you that it’s because he’s a god, of course, and everything he does is perfect. Obviously.

But… on those hard nights… he knows that he just can’t bring himself to make the toys any less than perfect. Can’t bring himself to represent Jimmy in such a shoddy way. Someone who… maybe once, was so much more to him. He can’t.

(And then, combine that immortal Joel headcanon with my immortal Pix headcanon. Except, Pix does remember…. Augh… agony)

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

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5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

i feel like i've had a hundred of these, but i'm gonna talk about one @pixlostinatos and i did notes for AGES ago that has become both less relevant (thanks to s2 jimmy+fwhip's breakup) and more relevant with time (thanks pix).

we were calling it "for few can take a broken world and still with beauty fill it", a lyric from the mechanisms song "pellinore and the beast", which has very similar themes to the fic. basically, the concept was that the clones that joel made in s1 still exist, but are slowly falling to pieces as time goes on. they wander the mesa, and are treated like almost cryptids by the people who live there, because they aren't dangerous or scary, but no one can speak to them. the reason for that is that the clones cannot speak. instead, they speak a modified version of mezealean sign language that's easier on their "a little less than human" hands, and because their version of sign language was already a little weird and also mezalea has been gone for 1,000 years, language has changed.

the plan was to write from three people's perspectives: fwhip, jimmy, and joel, in both s1 and s2. s2 jimmy meets the clones first, and the ones he meets are convinced he's the codfather, and keep attempting to tell him this, but he doesn't know what they're trying to say, just that he recognizes the sign for "fish" in there somewhere. he gets weirded out and shakes the clone off, and quietly warns fwhip (who was still his deputy at the time) to not go near the weird things in the dessert. this would lead into a section about s1 jimmy, and about the fact that the clones knew his face because he felt comfortable taking off his mask around them cause, y'know, they're not human, right?

the second section began with s2 fwhip meeting one of the clones, and notices (just like jimmy had) that they sort of look like god joel. weird. he tries to talk to the clone with the basic mesa sign language he's learned from jimmy, and the clone keeps signing the sign for gunpowder, for some reason fwhip doesn't get, but he eventually takes it back to jimmy, but again, they can't figure out what it wants. the s1 fwhip section would've been about him learning how to interact with and speak to the clones, as well as learning their sign for him, which was a combination of the signs for gunpowder and redstone.

and finally, the joel section. s2 joel meets the clones in the mesa one day and he hates this. it's not quite like looking into a mirror, but it is like looking into a mirror before he jumped into the fountain and it is WEIRD. and then, the clones that are in the area sort of... gather. and they start bowing. which is a bit nice, thanks for the respect, but also, what the fuck? then one of them approaches him, and asks in a sign language he never learned and should not understand what they should build. joel wants to tell them to build something to make jimmy angry- why is his first thought a salmon? he tells them to build some sort of toy story reference, and they disperse. joel feels distinctly weird about the whole thing. the s1 joel section was about him building the clones, and about why the clones are the way they are, and why some had managed to survive. it was a really cool concept and i do wish we'd finished it, but alas.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

ohhhhh this is so hard to pick i would literally die if i saw any sort of other media made of one of my fics. i think the two that i'm most partial to for this are men are fools, oh, men are frail. like, the entire thing. i think it suits itself well to a comic or other visual medium cause it's mostly dialogue rather than internal thoughts. in the same vein, the conversation between sausage and blood sausage in i still taste you on my lips, lovely bitter water is one that i have wanted to make into a comic for a bit, and that i think suits the medium.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

i hope that ONE OF THESE DAYS i will write a fic about gem and fwhip post rapture returning to the ruins of the other empires, however, it's not going to be in the way i started writing it (which was as part of a different concept about fwhip and family and love and imagined curses) so i'll post two snippets from that fic.

"gem was a good ruler, the finest wizard the crystal cliffs had seen in some time, and maybe, if she'd been countess, things would've been different. fwhip likes to hope they would've been; that if gem had become countess it all would've been ok. but he knows his sister. he knows how much she hated the idea of ruling the grimlands for the rest of her life, the idea of becoming like their father.

the note she wrote when she left told fwhip he was not cursed. she said that he would be a better count than she could have ever been, and that he would be happy.

he read her letter in an empty manor that was suddenly more empty than it had ever been- more empty than had fwhip been entirely alone within it, and he did not believe her."

"they found a shockingly few number of bodies in the end. more people had run away than fwhip had expected. he always assumed he was more a coward than the rest of them, he supposed."

[parttimepuff]

Hey is anyone gonna check on pixie?

Last I heard Luna saw them

"They're doing a bit better, I think." Luna offered from where she sat on the couch. She watched as Gremlin showed them some of the sculptures he'd made, Pixie listening and nodding with interest. The two of them spoke like old friends which was strange from her perspective. After all, she'd known the Dream Demon for a few years and he'd never mentioned them before. Sure, he'd been alive long before her, so it only made sense that he'd have the chance to meet people she wouldn't've known about.

Still, someone like Pixie, she had no idea why they'd never been brought up before. It bothered her more than she wanted to admit. With that thought in mind, Luna hopped off the couch and joined them. "This is an earlier one. It's not really that good, but I was real proud of it at the time, y'know?" Gremlin expressed, gesturing to a wooden sculpture of a Nruff. "It is less detailed than your current pieces, but there's a charm in that style." Pixie replied, walking over to look at it up close on the shelf it had been placed upon.

"Yeah, it's cute! I'm glad you kept it." Luna spoke up, grabbing his attention. "Aww, glad ya think so." Gremlin grinned. "You guys having fun catching up?" She asked, looking between the two. Pixie nodded, eyes still locked on the art. "It's been exciting to learn more about what Gremlin's been up to." They responded, placing a hand on it. "Heh, it's not all that impressive, but thanks, Pix." The Dream Demon chuckled.

"Had Gremlin not started making these the last time you met, then?" The puff asked, the little thing once again nodding. "No, this is a new hobby, relatively speaking. Though the fact that it's only taken him a few years to get this good at it is astounding." Pixie explained. "I mean, when I can spend the time most people would spend sleeping doing this, it doesn't take as long." Gremlin pointed out with a shrug. "It still takes a remarkable amount of discipline to dedicate yourself to something so diligently." They added.

"Or boredom." Gremlin half-joked. Luna chuckled lightly, turning back to Pixie. "Do you have any artistic hobbies? You seem to know a lot about the creative process." She asked. Now it was their turn to laugh. "Hobbies? No, Pixie doesn't have any." They said, surprising the other two. "You, don't?" The puff inquired, confused. "Pixie doesn't do very much, really. Just watches." They explained. "Like, movies? TV shows?" The Dream Demon now piped up.

"Y..." Pixie started, before pausing and finally looking over at them again. The perplexed look on their faces snapped them to attention. "...yes. Both of those. And books. Pixie reads, a lot, that is." They elaborated. "Oh, well, I'd definitely still call that a hobby! Even if you're not actively making something." Luna figured. They seemed to relax a bit. "But you do make stuff, Pixie." Gremlin reminded them, making them tense up again. "That-Pixie does??" His friend echoed.

"Yeah, you write." Gremlin commented nonchalantly, much to their dismay. "Really? That's so cool! Could I ask to read some sometime?" Luna asked. "No." Was Pixie's response, startling all of them. "Th-that is, Pixie's writing... it's private. Apologies." They mumbled. Private things from others, like the two of them. "Oh... Sorry for pushing it, then." The puff apologized. The awkward tension that fell over them likely wouldn't clear up for awhile.

[siriannatan]

Thank you for 200 followers :}

Well, I reached 200 followers yesterday so... how about a one-shot about everyone's favourite Minecraft archaeologist?

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Sanctuary, late morning.

It was a nice and calm day in Sanctuary. The sun was out, and a slow, lazy wind kept the jungle heat a bit more bearable than usual. Sausage used the nice weather to fly about and check all the roofs for possible damage after the crazy storm that happened last night. It had even Bubbles shaking and Bubbles was among the bravest residents of his small empire. So far everything was fine but he noticed something off when flying past the bell tower. Was there a person there? He was not sure so he flew there to check.

Sure enough. There was a person there. A certain archaeologist who lived in a ruined city a bit away from Sanctuary. Past the big old bridge. 

It was rare for Sausage to see Pix still. He usually had a ton of things to do all the time. Check this here and that there. Go to this or that empire. Talk to someone here or there. A very busy and always moving man. So Sausage took the opportunity to take a good luck at him. He didn't have a chance in a really long time and Pix was very pleasant to look at. 

There were, as always some dodo feathers in his hair and a few twigs Sausage recognised from nearby jungle trees. His shirt was rumpled and full of creases. And missing at least two more buttons than last time. And had a few more cuts in it... Maybe he should get him a new one? But how was he supposed to give it to him without it being seen as rude? And he would not comment on the state of his pants. No. That would have his mind wandering to all the wrong places.

He could at least maybe move Pix indoors so he didn't get heatstroke. Or wait until he wakes up and offer him something cool to drink?

As he was thinking about what to do Pix's started to stir and slowly woke up with a wide yawn. "Oh... hi," he grinned sheepishly. "Um... sorry about napping in your tower..." he started but Sausage stopped him.

"No, don't apologise, but do try and find me next time, we have plenty of space for guests in Sanctuary, if you need a place to stop on your journeys," Sausage shook his head with a kind smile. He was cautious not to offend Pix. "Would you want something to drink? It's quite warm and humid here." he offered.

"No, I should be going, places to be, things to do," Pix grinned getting up a bit too fast for it to be casual. "But thanks for the offer, maybe another time," he added and was off.

Sausage sighed as he watched him fly in the direction of Chromia and Stratos. Maybe another time...

Chromia, late mid-day. 

Scott was having a great day. He just came back from a great adventure and hid away all the crystals he found. Owen was as far as he knew still 'away' and not able to cause any more trouble. Jimmy was appeased for now. No other rulers had issues with him. Not that he knew of at least. And the weather was nice. Sunny with some soft clouds lazily making their way across the Chromia sky from the direction of Stratos. Perfect weather for a picnic so he packed himself a late lunch. Grabbed a blanket and went towards the flower fields. 

He was met with quite a surprise under a tree near the fields. His favourite picnic spot was taken by one Pix L. Riffs. The local handsome archaeologist who he might have stolen some stuff from once... There was no way Pix was here about it. It wasn't like the stuff was still in his possession, as much as he'd love to have kept it. But Pix was still here, Sat under a tree and sleeping. And it gave Scott an idea. 

He set his picnic as he usually would and very carefully moved Pix so he would sit on the blanket and not the grass. And collected a whole bunch of flowers. Lunch could wait a bit. It wasn't anything that would be harmed by a little bit of a wait.

And with his flowers collected and Pix sitting next to him, he got to work making flower crowns. One for himself and one for Pix. and he still had more flowers... So he made another one for Pix. Stacking them both in his messy hair in a way he hoped would keep them safe if Pix flew off without noticing them. And with that, he got to eat. 

It wasn't long before Pix woke up. Blinking and yawning as he slowly registered his surroundings. His eyebrows furrowed as he spotted Scott. And that he swapped his hat for a flower crown. And patted his own head, quickly realising there were two crowns on him. "How long was I out?" he wondered and Scott could not help but giggle at his sleepy voice.

"No idea, you were already here when I came here to have my lunch," Scott shrugged, pointing to his picnic basket. "I would wake you up but you looked really cute like that," he grinned and Pix sighed. 

"You're nothing but trouble aren't you?" he asked while getting up. "I have to talk to Joel about something but he was not home..."

"You don't need an excuse to visit me," Scott winked and Pix just flew off. "I think he was blushing," Scott hummed and ate another fork full of his cake.

Pix was still blushing when he landed in Stratos. Both flower crowns were still safely perched on his hair. How did Scott even manage to do that? 

"Fell asleep in Chromia? The last time Sausage did that he came here with more flowers than the hair on his head. Even his beard was full of flowers," he heard Joel chuckle.

[eccleston]

The A Word (season 2 | episode 2)     ✿ requested by @fleurdeneuf