#also heck Chase's scar >.>

[alicenotalice]

Something fun to consider about Tango (and his character) is that he’s 100% capable of and comfortable with commanding authority

You mostly see it on streams, with the firm yet easy grip he has on his chat; but it’s also clear from how his servermates talk to and about him. When selling the hermit permit concept to his audience, Grian specifically invoked Tango (alongside Etho and Cub) as someone whose approval should set the audience at ease. Heck, this year Joe Hills told Tango in an episode that he’s respected “as an authority” on the server (therefore Tango can totally issue Scar a search warrant)

And yet in the life series, Tango has a reputation for letting people walk all over him!

I suppose a simple way of putting it would be that cc!Tango is able to command the respect and attention of his peers; but c!Tango (and especially traffic!Tango) lacks the confidence required. He’ll let the Crastle and BEST pressure him out of his lives one way or another; he’ll let Skizz and Jimmy talk him down from his righteous fury

And that’s a fine, clear reading! But lately I’ve been trying to see if I can reconcile the idea of a life series Tango who can take a position of power, who knows that he can, but for some reason refrains. Because there are moments where traffic!Tango flexes his authority, and they fascinate me

A favorite of mine occurs in Secret Life, during the game of tag. Tango loses the first round and drops out, leaving Scott, Bdubs, and Impulse to chase each other down. Bdubs, currently “it” and struggling, runs past Tango and Skizz. His distress is obvious. Then Tango, calmly and firmly, instructs Skizz to get off the horse he’s riding and give it to Bdubs. Skizz protests—Tango insists. Skizz dismounts.

Traffic!Tango wielded that authority for Bdubs of all people. Fascinating

[freshstartbaby]

Time Loop

Wicked Games - The Weeknd

Nomi woke up with a massive headache. Her beautiful face features immediately frowned at the unusual discomfort. She was feeling sticky, still having her yesterday make up on her face, had trouble swallowing her own spit and on the top, needed to use the bathroom. She looked for her phone but found nothing around her.

She got up with the tiny energy her body gave her that crazy night and reach the restroom. Everything she was doing was slow and felt like a huge energy eater. Once she wanted to wash her hand into the sink, she was so stunned by the chaos of her reflection that the only thing she could do was take a deep breath.

Water. She need water. Her curvy legs found a mind on their own and got her to the kitchen area. Her body hair rose at the feeling of the fresh air. Kenny, her boyfriend, was maybe ventilating the flat. She could only be cold, a tank top and a thong never kept anyone warm.

Once her hand finally found the fridge, she felt like the road to her goal was finally ending. Her lips met the top of the bottle and life slowly came back to her body. She felt like she hadn’t drank water for ages. Yet, Nomi knew. She knew she was wicked when she mixed alcohol. And what did she do last night ? She mixed drinks.

Red wine, Pornstar Martini, Rhum shots, did she also do Tequila shot ? Nomi put her right manicured hand on her mouth when she realized she also drank Vodka and Whisky from Florian’s glass.

« Well, good morning. » Kenny said on a very neutral tone behind her.

Nomi closed her eyes at the voice of her boyfriend. She opened them and finally faced and greeted him. Nomi put down the bottle on the wood island and put her arm around Kenny’s neck to hug him. He welcomed her with open arms and squeezed her waist before cleared her face from her short hair. After asking her if she was ok and if she enjoyed her night he want behind the island and look at her.

« If you are ok and you enjoyed your night, » he let an audible frustrated breath before looking away and then back to her « could you explain me why did you came home, crying and screaming that you wanted to die ? » this time his tone was not neutral at all. He sounded worried, pissed and on a verge of listing accusations.

Nomi didn’t have the time to let the first sound of her sentence out, and actually she didn’t knew what to say, that Kenny cut her.

« And put the same energy to explain to me why Florian is blowing your phone since you got home ? »

. . .

It was that time of the year. You know, when he came back in Nomi’s life and put her brain up and down. She knew it was bad. She knew he was bad for her. He left too many inside scars in her for her to forget. But it seems like they were always going to come back to each other.

Nomi and Florian met 10 years ago and shared 7 years in a « what the heck »ship. He was a free spirit, chasing whatever he needed and wanted at a particular time. She was too, but had the vision of a quiet life too. House, weeding, kids, turning old together.

Turning old together ? In his mind, Florian would never grow old. He knew that time was the main value in this world (after money of course) and he didn’t want to waste any of it. Life taught him too many times that time was clicking.

But when it comes to Nomi, his mentra became complicated. He would have made a great man to keep a home safe and study, a great husband and perfect father. Ok maybe not a perfect husband because he didn’t knew if he could behave. He never really tried. But once again when he comes to Nomi the perspective changes.

She was everything he needed before he knew it. But all he did was getting her addicted to him and pushed her back right away. A caress, a slap. Not in the 1st sense but the emotional thrill ride was no joke.

When they finally put an end to them, that strong, passionate and complicated relationship, it was kind of hard to turn the page. Yeah, sharing the same circle of friends was not helping because they always had the « any news from Florian ? » or the « you know Nomi is your soulmate right ? ».

After a lot of hours at the psychologist, that she was still on, Nomi finally found someone else. Kenny was a good man, kind of willing to engage, more than Florian at least. He was funny, handsome and wanted a family.

Almost everything was perfect with him. Almost. Do you know how frustrating it is when you got all the good numbers and the prize doesn’t feel good enough ? You can start rolling your eyes and cross your arms but Nomi wasn’t totally satisfied. She knew that no relationship was perfect but she wanted everything to be perfect. She wanted to vibrate, to feel, to live. What was the point of hustling so hard on a job, a passion, a social life, if she couldn’t stand infront of her man and not be 100% that he was the one. She had to beat her own ass to to think like that but she felt like withered flower. Indeed the sex wasn’t good as she expected. At first during the honeymoon, it was fine. But now the only time Kenny and had sex was during holidays.

Nomi already adress that bad habit to him. She understood perfectly well that it was hard to match someone sex drive. They were both working a lot, doing plenty of things, enjoying life and building projects. But damn she needed to be lay down. Nomi wasn’t ashamed of her needs, even if it was demonized by society, she knew what she liked and she liked sex. Take it or not it was the truth. The sex that you were getting cute for with a perfect piece of lingerie, that you couldn’t wait to see the other to see if he would do everything he texted, the sex that made you feel like you heart was going to explose and your body like it was burning in hell.

She had already taste it.

That’s maybe why she was acting like a crackhead when her boyfriend wasn’t home and rushing to have personal time. Kenny wasn’t enough. She could do every spin to hide it and force herself to see the glass half full, a part of her has to be faded to stay saine in this relationship.

For Florian it was different. He was a handsome man, and he knew it. Work hard for it too, but God and his a parents had done a great job creating him. Every woman he wanted, he could have and he get when it feel like it. Even if his parents raised him in a Christian household, he sometimes got trouble with believing in monogamy. Sorry, it was not monogamy, it was sticking and trusting the same person for a life time, for him it was insane. Yet he had a perfect exemple to look up to. Not that his parents never had downs in their relationship but it was working more than good.

Deep down he just felt like the girl he would love was going to betray him or do him dirty. He was afraid of doing this love bet. Afraid that he could never make it if he opened up to someone and got his heart at risk. That’s why he hated how attached he was to Nomi. That’s why he couldn’t have her around too much time and pushing her like that. She had his heart in her palm of her hand and could smash it whenever she wanted.

He pushed her back, said to her and did her so many bad things that he didn’t knew how she let him back in her life after their breakup. Florian knew how much he did wrong to her and that she deserved someone, present, consistent, who would give her the world because honestly, she didn’t deserved nothing less.

So like every year, one of them broke the no contact rule and the other followed like a good puppet.

. . .

Florian Munteanu

Message, 5:02

Draguta, I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night. I hope your are doing great and that everything is working out for you

As always when Nomi received a text from Florian, world was spinning, her hands were getting sweaty and her heart beat got crazy.

And as always she decided to answer in less than 45 seconds just to be sure not to miss the conversation.

Later that day, they decided to link up. Just for a drink. In a public space, nothing crazy.

The issue with them was that it was not about the place. The issue was they couldn’t behave for a long time.

When they meet infront of the restaurant, they hugged each other in a warm embrace, realizing a huge sight as they were catching their breath for a long time. Florian’s hands went from her waist to her neck, lifting her face so he can examinate it. « Still perfect » he whispered out loud which made her giggle. He was such a charmer. Nomi’s left hand found beard, looking back at him, his huge figure still enveloping her like the softest and safest rock in the world. He had change a little, his had let his hair grow. She didn’t think this haircut could suit him, but what was not suiting him in this world ?

When they sat next to each other, no word was exchanged. They just couldn’t stop sharing at each other, noticing what have physically change and sharing smile. Because in their heart, nothing has change. When Florian finally asked her how her last year has been, Nomi felt like she was filling her secret book. She told him everything, he remembered every name, every situation from last time. She told him everything but made sure to avoid to do too deep on Kenny. She didn’t want to jump on that. More over it would be not very appropriate. One of Florian’s hand didn’t left Nomi’s waist, even found a place under the fabric of her turtleneck. On the other side, her right hand was now on Florian’s lap, drawing shapes with a finger tip and letting them go a little to high sometimes. Very inappropriate.

« How is Kenny ? » Florian asked tasting a sip of her Porn Star Martini, trying to distract his mind from her touch.

Nomi’s brushed her bright hair with her hand, looked away, trying to act relaxed and giving him a simple and short answer.

« He was ok with you meeting me ? » he continued, knowing his name already caused trouble in her relationship.

She was now looking at him. Of course he was not, that’s why she didn’t told him. Fucking lier, the little voice in her head told her in loop.

« How are they ? » she answered in a soft tone

« How are they ? » he repeated, not understanding the question

« Mhhh, you know the other Draguta’s. »

Now it was Florian’s time to feel a little bit weird. They were other women few months ago. But no winner for now. The problem was, Florian was always comparing them to Nomi. He didn’t want to. But nothing was the same, laugh, kiss, touch, sex. No one was ever enough for him. He wanted to have the cake and eat it too. Nomi knew it too well.

« First of all, there are no « they ». Second, you are the only Draguta, but you already know that, you just wanted to hear it out loud right ? » he said looking right back at her and while licking his lips.

« More over, I didn’t really wish to have company since Tata is gone. » he admitted with the urge to confess himself

Nomi’s face changed and her expression softened. She was out of the country when Florian’s father passed away. She couldn’t make it to the funeral but made everything she could to show respect and presence. She knew that not a word could ease his pain so she just snuggled herself closer to him, passing her free hand on his firm torso.

Florian tightened his grip and kissed her forehead.

« Thank you for the text, the flowers, the food, everything. It means a lot. » he said kissing her forehead between everything he said.

Nomi lifted her head, replying a simple « always ».

He kept looking at her letting his hand brush her hair. Time stopped. That is it. It was that feeling that made them come back to each other every time, that made they have long insomnia and looked at their respective potential lovers as they were not enough.

Florian was sure is cheeks turned tomato and his manhood started to raise. « I’m hungry. »

« Me too. » she answered out of breath.

He stepped back a little before finding a waiter attention. They needed food otherwise they will devoured each others.

. . .

Full course. Starter, main course, dessert. Dessert was almost done but they didn’t want to finish it. If they finished it, it would mean that night was over. The restaurant was almost empty. Few drinks were also empty on the table, and of course Nomi was feeling more dizzy than Florian. He looked at her, eating a piece of their favorite dessert from Turkey, a big smile on her face. Damn he loved her.

« You missed me right ? » she said, mouth full and dancing on the beat of the song playing. But he understood it

« Of course I did. » Florian answered, gesturing her to give him a piece

« I know » Nomi said, still moving and fooding him. « You are always craving for sugar » she said with a smile

« I’m always craving for you. » drinks was loosening tongues.

Nomi said nothing, just rose her eyes. She was not going that way. The wetness of her thong was saying another thing but her mouth was not betraying her. She kept avoiding his eyes until he grabbed jaw and squeezed his cheeks. « Say it » he commanded. She tried to giggle but the pressure on her face made it hard.

He changed his hand placement just to attack her with millions cheek kisses « Say that you missed me inside you Draguta. »

Only lord knows how much it was true.

« You know I can’t say that. » she whispered.

« You are already screaming it in your head I can hear it. » he whispered back

« Don’t force me to say it » she closed her pretty eyes

« Draguta, Ori spui tu, ori te răpesc și fac dragoste cu tine așa cum îți place. »

Nomi’s eyes snapped open understanding few seconds after the meaning of his sentence.

Once again, few seconds dropped before Florian understood that she understood and stayed quite. So he asked for the bill, paid it and left the restaurant with her hand in his.

. . .

Nomi stayed silent in Florian’s bed. Her brain was cristal clear as she was hearing water dripping in the bathroom. She fall bad from her high and the fall was brutal.

05:02 she saw on the night clock.

She saw back herself few hours ago in the same place, moaning, screaming, confessing her deepest and nastiest emotions while messing the sheets.

The feeling of this tongue on her toes, on her back, on her neck, in her, devoring her dripping vagina and sensible ass hole. The feeling of his massive hand, spanking her, making her cheeks turn cherry red, gripping her waist, messing her haircut and applying perfect pressure on her throat. She could still feel the hardness of his damp and muscular arms, back, tight. Don’t let her think back at what he made her said.

They made it four times, before he went to the bathroom without a word, without a look, without a touch. She was feeling so much guilt that tears started to flew on the side of her face. Nomi stood up quietly and quickly, dressing back in a minute before running away from his building.

How could she forget that particular point. It was always the same with Florian. He knew exactly how to take what he wanted from her and then put her back in the trash. Or maybe she was too disgusted about what she have just done and said. Baby I love you. She was feeling so stupid. She couldn’t stop crying. Why was she crying like a damn kid.

She had the best sex for years and it was killing her to admit it. But the most painful was she had hope. For a second she thought that he would take her back, for a second she thought that what they had was solid. But the second sex is over, it just feel like she had nothing to do near him, like she was just a distraction for him. And once again he made her feel this way. Or maybe he just wanted to take a shower. And why did she drink so much ? It didn’t matter now. Because she did a huge mistake and will regret it for a long time.

_ _ _

My mom has a cancer, it’s been awful month but we are alive. Sorry for the wait, love yall ❤️

Sorry for the mistakes

@est1887

[shidouryusm]

Ghost town of youth - Suguru x reader

w/c -> 1.2k

contents -> bittersweet, angst, lots of metaphor and sea references, ig that's all

a/n -> idk man I just had a random wave of sadness about suguru and my tears wrote it. If y'all like it please support me via reblogs and comments :) also first time wrote geto idk whether I did a good job or not but I do love the lil sea metaphors here teehee. not proofread

The air brushes past you, little beads of salt sticking to your face and the skin of your lips. The sand below dips your heels deep into their abyss while the pull of the saltwater sweeps the particles back and forth in that white bed of grains. You feel the briney air kiss the strands of your hair as each of the thread dances to the unheard song of the dusk. 

The sound of waves are muted, almost too quiet to hear as they break against your ankles, resembling foams of soaps clinging to your feet submerged right where the shore begins. The ambience was scenic; the scent of the sea alluring to bask in, but there laid something that amplified the beauty of this nature more. 

Before you, was a sight that could only be called righteous – unadulterated and wholesome. Pure and tranquil. Far from any darkness that looms out there. 

The girls were silhouetted by the dying sun, their little figures prancing around the darkening sea, their pigtails dances along the motion. And behind them, you see him – arms outstretched, chasing the girls as they squeal and run and run further away from him. Their laughter doubles in pitch and happiness as he makes some kind of gurgling sound, imitating a monster. 

The chuckles of the two girls mixes with the breeze, creating a song even more melodious to tune into. Your lips curl into a comforting smile as their giggles mends your heart a little more than the day before. 

Suguru has left his monk attire at home, rather donning himself in a blue hawaiian shirt. He sends a glance across your way, eyes crinkled shut and a smile that translates to save me from this. You smile back, daring yourself to not show the inner turmoil creeping up on your face while you admire them from afar. 

It has been four years ever since Mimiko-Nanako stepped into your life and even though the aftermath of their entrance has been ugly, their simple presence and smiles were like bandaids on the scarred wounds. Like anchors holding both of your boats in an unrestrained sea.

But as much as they are a blessing, a hidden, fragmented part of your heart dares to speak out – wishing Suguru had never accepted that mission. That way he wouldn’t have to see their helpless faces smushed against each other, looking up at him in horror, with their little bodies trembling. Maybe that would have saved Suguru from the apocalypse he set into motion himself. 

Maybe today under the setting embers of the sun, you would be laughing with Satoru, Shoko and Nanami. 

Maybe then, Suguru wouldn’t have to creep up to you, farway in Sendai during your mission, offering you a portal to a completely different life– a life facing against the very people you once called home. 

You were ordered for immediate report on the sight of this man but seeing him in flesh had left your body to stand where it was. Eyes drinking him from head to toe. 

Was it your body that responded or the thrumming heart of yours that was branded by his name forever? You never questioned it. You never felt the need to because from that day onwards, Mimiko-Nanako had found another parent and jujutsu world lost another one. 

You missed Satoru. His obnoxious laughter, his lame but unnecessary sunglass collections that he possessed. Was he still this haughty or the loss of his dearests had left him in a loophole. Forced him to take responsibilty and raise a generation of strongest sorceres? You missed Shoko and the stench of the cigarettes she pulled out at the most random places, attracting glares of surprise and offence. Does she still smoke just like Iori drinks in secrecy? Heck you even missed Mei’s random bets with alarming amounts of yen and Nanami’s exasperated sighs. You missed everything. You missed everyone. 

And most of it all, you missed your Suguru. You missed the way his eyes used to twinkle at your random dates across Shinjuku. You missed his smile before he executed on planning devious pranks on you, with Satoru, only to later coax you with sweet words, kisses and hugs. 

You missed the genuinity of his smile. A smile that was robbed by the world. A smile robbed from you. You failed to protect him in your heart and now he has crumbled to pieces, along with the walls of your heart that promised his security. 

Slammed himself into a realm of extreme ideology that you still can’t bring yourself to accept. You don’t speak about it. Your blind acceptance was a testament of your loyalty to him. Your love that continued to grow only, swallowing you like a boa constrictor. You know his path is wrong. It is bloody and it’s killing every last bit of light in him, along with you. You clutch your chest as if holding your heart physically could help it from shattering apart.

You haven’t used jujutsu technique ever since that day. Suguru has accepted it. Upon enduring the death of his closed ones, your death would make him lose every resolve that is holding him by the thread to not go on a rampage. 

But how much of this can you tolerate? How many sleepless nights would it take on your end to finally stand on the line Suguru started his journey?

Your closed eyes didn’t sense his presence near you until large frame of his hands cages you in his hold, his mild scent wafting in your nose along with the oceany smell. 

“Anything on your mind?” his soft voice reaches your ear and the knife in your heart twists a little bit more. His head rests against your shoulder, little tufts your hair tickling your skin and suddenly you are teleported to the blue youthful days. Summer beach dates and hidden makeout sessions.

Only if you could have been saved.

You shake your head, leaning more into his touch while both of you watch your girls play, like a family promised of happiness. His embrace was the embodiment of chalk and cheese– with the warmth that served like a blanket in the chilly air yet the bloody coldness feeling like hugging a teddy bear fashioned with shards of glass. He holds you a little bit tighter, and you wonder whether he knows the dirty game of predicament your heart plays on you everyday. 

He probably does. your silent sobs never goes unheard in his ears. his heart aches for you but he knows where your love lies. Where your heart lies.  Anchored right against him. the only thing he can wait for is to let it rust. To let you strengthen yourself on your own in this doomed world. Even without your gallantry, your abandonment from jujutsu, he is assured about your support. Your love for Mimiko-Nanako and for him is what he may fight and die for. 

You watch Suguru drag his feet against the wet sand, absentmindedly trailing a path that you followed suit, your feet behind him on the white trail. He chuckles at your doing while you chime in, both of you indulging in a silly act of your own while your bodies flush against each other. Minds racing with thoughts but reaching one common destination - each other.

The sunset is beautiful and you wish time stalled here, you wished for the water to be this calm and you wished this little bubble of family remained as it is – playing in the ebbing waves under the twilight sky painted in the lightest pink. You know you haven’t caught up to him. Still following him just like the trails of the sand you both created. Maybe you never will. But moments like these where your heart aches for him and you are sent into the ghostown of his past, you can snuck in the happiness you had felt in the long lost youth. 

Who knows? Maybe Suguru will too.

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dividers from @/cafekitsune

[skyward-floored]

Here’s a list I made today of all my Incredibles au fics put in chronological order so it’s slightly easier to figure out what the heck is going on at any given moment!

Fics with numbers at the beginning are chapters from What does anyone in this family know about “normal?!” (which is a oneshot collection), and bolder fics are separate multichaps. You can also find the ao3 collection with all of these fics here.

...

52. Warriors gets his nickname

69. Time receives a card

1. Time, Sky, and Warriors bonding

Lost Time

51. Warriors catches up

34. Sky gets sick

37. Warriors and Artemis fight a villain

4. Malon’s powers

16. The first time Twilight turned into a wolf

66. Twilight plays a joke (and Warriors is skeptical)

55: Sky and Warriors explain

24. Time and Twilight play a song

48. Twilight kisses it better (and chases his tail)

20. The first time Legend turned invisible

50. Twilight doesn’t look both ways

18. Legend has a tantrum

31. Legend tries to fly

43. The first time Wind caused a breeze

78. Legend plays a rousing game of “avoiding your annoying little brother”

Let us catch you

14. Wild finds himself very lost

28. Wind’s announcement

41. Wild has a nightmare

38. Legend gets his hair done

32. Baby Four

15. Wind testing out his powers

33. Wild and Legend argue

49. Legend gets a splinter

53. Hyrule makes some plans

2. Hyrule backstory

Let us find you

30. Hyrule’s scars

7. Hyrule adjusting

71. Sky babysits (and Wind hates peas)

82. Hyrule gets sick

70. Hyrule reads a book, and Four escapes a nap

46. Hyrule breaks a cup

47. Twilight reads a story

29. Aryll

5. Wolfie, Bunny Legend, and Hyrule shenanigans

11. Roadtrip

60. Wild and Hyrule get tucked in

68. Legend gets a fever

12. Oddities of Four

13. Wind and Warriors cause some chaos

35. Four and Sky make a house

73. Aryll talks to some birds

23. Sky and Wind go for a fly

26. Talon and the grandkids

36. Four has some mood swings

61. Four has a nightmare

65. Time and Malon get a moment to themselves

8. Runaway

17. Wind quietly saves a civilian

6. Wolfie shenanigans

58. Warriors pushes himself too far

3. Movie night

74. Twilight worries

75. Names

80. Hyrule gives a pep talk

27. Despair over Sky

9. Memories of Sky

[Movie events here]

59. Sky survives

Plane and simple

79. Sky has a flashback

44. Split Four

77. Legend (tries to) take a walk

10. Ravio & Legend

39. Marin

62. Glasses

63. Malon and the glasses

83. Wild receives a gift

54. Time stops a theft

40. Spirit

56: Four stays split a little too long

42. No capes!

25. Warriors loses control

81. Sky and his family make some bird feeders

57. Legend sneaks out

76. Twilight and Hyrule go on a hike

22. Forced to fight Twilight

64. Four and Wind eat some fries

67. Dot gives Four a hand

45. Blades of the Yiga

19. Future Wild

72. Four and the triplets

21. Wild loses an arm

[elibethqueen]

Okay WHAT THE HECK??? The storyboards from the wasteland episode are SO GOOD AND INTERESTING!! Like what- HOW IS THERE SO MUCH CONTENT HIDDEN??? WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT IT???

There’s like a whole change to the chasing scene that I’m wondering if they had to take out because of run time? Like high key it was really cool looking! It really makes me wish even more that season 2 was longer bc the team was so good at making the chase scenes with the flecks both scary but entertaining and they had so many creative ideas!!

Also I just think it’s really cool that from the way Lake reacts so quickly you can really feel how second nature running, hiding and in general escaping is to Lake at this point. After being chased for so long so many times. Also in what was taken out I feel like it takes the flecks a bit more effort to catch up to Lake which I really enjoy and I think makes me stay at the edge of my seat!

There’s also really funny dialogue that was taken out like pleaseeeevjsbsLAKE WAS GONNA CALL THE APEX PSYCHOPATHS AHDNSN

Simply *chef’s kiss*

ALSO 😭

I’m not the only one that thought those were tears? Like in the final episode those looked like tears to me! But it’s actually hair 🥺 imagine Lake got a scar now from that!

Jesse has a scar from Sieve after been thrown into the tv while Lake has one from Mace (although let’s be real Lake probably has more than one)

*sobs*

[ohmsservice]

All In Good Time

A very underdeveloped ship. They say write what you want to read. So here I am, doing just that. I also love the idea that our dreams are really the actions of our other selves across the Multiverse.

“Why, Peter? Why do you give me this… gift?”

“G-gift?” Peter stutters a whisper, his hips stuttering along with the question, chasing the slender hand’s glide along the inside of his thigh.

Stephen’s gaze lingered on the smooth skin, his own scarred, tanned fingers starkly contrasted against the pale gleam, a moist sheen gathering on Peter’s stomach, a transaction secured from Stephen’s unrelenting, rapt attention.

“It is a gift. You are a gift. Being permitted to see you like this. An offering I hardly feel I deserve…” Stephen’s fingers, slick with shared perspiration travelled upwards, ignoring the obvious need in favour of gently grasping Peter’s jaw.

“Why?” he repeated.

Peter opened his eyes to meet the warm, questioning gaze of the Sorcerer Supreme. “I—“

Stephen leaned closer, until all Peter could see was startling blue, the colour swirling in time with the sensations rippling across his oversensitive skin…

“—WHOA! What the heck was THAT?!” Peter Parker, alone in his bed, in his modest, sparse apartment, jolted wide awake, sitting up in bed so suddenly he nearly fell off the mattress. He flopped back down, pointedly ignoring the hardness beneath his sheets. He rolled to his side, breathing still erratic from the absolute vividness of the dream.

Meanwhile, over in Greenwich, one Sorcerer was also awake. Stirred by his own very vivid dream, a single question occupying his mind in that moment.

“Who in the Multiverse is Peter?”

[promptcorner]

Hey, question: would you be willing to give us more about the dp x tfrb prompt? the one about danny/cody? Any hc or anything like that?

Sure! I’m currently working on a fic for it now, but I’m willing to share some head-cannons that won’t spoil anything.

I’ll do Cody first:

Since Cody was a Lad Pioneer (basically a Boy Scout) he would, like, be able to recognize a bird’s call and replicate it. I hc he would also have Brennan Lee Mulligan levels on bird facts, not just North American birds, but birds across the world.

Give him an audio recording of a bird call and he would tell you what bird it is, where it’s located, and all that jazz in seconds.

He’s a nature nut too, that’s cannon. But I imagine he has all the little guid books you can get in 4Winds (a fun thing my school did to get people into nature. They handed out these little book on pond life, birds, and bugs. There were a lot of them). He has Eagle Scout levels of this and beyond.

He would also know CPR, and other medical stuff, he has the training. We don’t see it in the show, but I believe he has the skill. It would be weird if he didn’t.

I also hc Cody knows how to cook. He’s not a chef by any stretch, but his home cooking is pretty good. His dad taught him how to use the grill. I like to imagine he cooks for the family sometimes.

I hc that when Codys’ super duper stressed he starts quoting rescue codes if the situation calls for it. Chase uses these codes more often, but Cody specifically uses them when under extreme stress.

Cody tends to notice the little things along with Frankie. It’s to the point he can spot a speck of dirt in a bucket of glitter. He would totally be the first to notice something is going on with Danny. He wouldn’t know it’s ghostly stuff, but he would hypothesize Danny is an alien.

And fun fact that I’m totally going to abuse in my fic, Danny and Cody both wear red and white sneakers in their respective shows. Like, their different, but the colors are still there. I noticed this one day while doing research. It’s almost like their inverted!

I find it funny that they have similar fashion senses.

Now for Danny:

Danny would find it funny that they have similar sneakers and go all middle schooler on the fact.

Danny would have heard of Griffin Rock from Tucker and his parents, but mostly from Tucker. Sam would appreciate the environmental side of the island. Danny would love the bots, but he wouldn’t know their aliens before coming to Griffin Rock.

Danny can’t cook to save his half-life but knows the Fenton Fudge Recipe. Heck, like his parents inventions, he makes it even better then them. He even knows how to make it vegan for Sam.

He is a tech genius and doesn’t even recognize it. He has great battle prowess too. That’s, like, cannon— but I like to think he would thrive in Griffin Rock with Frankie and Cody giving him words of encouragement and whatnot. The Docs would love to work with Danny and discuss tech; and later Tucker, Sam, and Jazz. Maybe other characters too. I also hc that he’s dyslexic, not dysgraphic. He can write very well, but his spelling and reading sucks. He may also have some undiagnosed ADHD.

He knows how to play the guitar and sing. He’s picked up a few things from Ember.

I hc he has freckles, their faint, but present. They glow in his ghost form when he’s filling an obsession, happy, or blushing. His Lichtenberg scars are faded, but darken when he’s struck with electricity in both forms. No new Lichtenberg scars will appear though, it’s like the already existing ones absorbed them.

I also hc he has weird heart stuff that only shows when connected to a heart monitor in human form. He can turn his heart on and off and be fine due to the ghostly stuff. He’s cold like Winter itself, the cold never bothered him anyway type deal.

He won’t be killed when drowned and stuff in human form, but that doesn’t mean he won’t choke and lose consciousness. He feels the pain, though, and hates it with a passion.

I hc that he has two obsessions, but he doesn’t know. No one knows. It’s just that rare.

I also hc that the Infinite Realms is a sentient being that has been watching over Danny since day one. He’s like their child.

Fun fact for the fic: The Realms are not the only ones watching Danny. :)

Danny and Cody have a lot of similarities that I would like touch on, but I’m going to save them for the fic.

Thanks for the ask!

Update! There is now a fic!

[tea-132]

[CINDERELLA BOY BEACH BOY ARC SPOILERS !!!!!]

(Pls turn away if you havent read the recent beachboy arc (ep 31))

A little self indulgent fic/prediction i think will happen in the next episode

Now i dont usually write fics like this and preffer to illustrate more but if i illustrate this whole thing its gona take a whole while so :,))

Anyways its sort of my first time posting a short fic like this, i didnt really have a structure or anything so pls go easy on me :,)

(though constructive critiscm is welcomed)

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They were getting along just fine before so why did things have to end up this way?

Maybe Buddy was right- maybe he was too innocent and trusting

But he really did want to give Buddy a chance. But he definitely blew it.

That jerk.

He really thinks he can act all smug after doing that saying "he taught him a lesson". Heh maybe that kick will teach *him* a lesson.

This story will end soon anyway when Deacon gets here. Hah wonder if he can even leave Buddy on the island alone. Thats what he gets for betraying his trust-

Yet- that face Buddy had- maybe he actually regrets it?

What if he's being forced by the ex libris to do this?

Oh well doesn't matter

Its not his problem-

He has his own problems to worry about-

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Wonder when Deacon will come? And wonder how he's holding up? Probably better than Chase is doing at the moment..

Chase laid his face on his palm as the tropical island breeze and gentle sway of the waves soothed his heart a bit. His eyes felt dry after all the crying, not only is he going to come to Deacon with a scarred face, but also a puffed up one.

That'll be embarassing. This is all Buddy's fault..

Speaking of Buddy for some reason Chase swore he saw something move just now. Oh no not him again.

With his voice a bit shaky he answered with a crack in his voice "What the heck do you want now? ...jerk."

Buddy just stood there still with the spear in his hand. His bangs slightly concealed his eyes but it wasnt too hard to figure out the grim expression on his face.

Then he got closer to Chase raising his spear.

"H-hey!! Dont you think you damaged my skin enough?! Back off Buddy!" (Do you want another kick to your face or wha 💀)

With no time to run all he could do is shield himself with his arms and close his eyes.

*Thunk*

"Huh?" He felt around and didnt feel like he got stabbed anywhere... then..?

"Here."

He saw green but then his vision focused. Buddy was quite literally shoving a coconut in his face.

"... you can have it.. if you want." He said in a quiet subtle tone. Looking away, as if a child was trying to give some sort of "apology gift".

Chase looked at Buddy with wide eyes, bewildered at the goth's actions once again.

As much as he wanted to deny the coconut from this jerk. He just cant pass up the oppurtunity for a free, finally opened coconut he's been trying to get all this time.

"....thanks" Chase takes the coconut from his hands.

And Buddy hesitantly sits next to him.

"Dont think a coconut can fix the scar on my face you know?" He said in an angry tone

"You know when you get out of the books the scar wont be there anymore right?"

"Yeah but it still hurts you jerk!"

Then there was silence between the two again. Chase angrily but obviously enjoying his coconut.

Then Buddy says something about his lore and it goes on from there jdbdjdbdj

Ok thats all the predictions i have for now 😭 i dont think im gona finish this unless i get more ideas or smth 😭

But tysm for reading till the end! Jsbdj hope you guys enjoyed this lil thing i did

Dunno if im gona do more of these but who knows- ill most likely do more drawings though-

[tucsonhorse]

I have a pitbull that was adopted from a shelter. I don't know her history before the shelter, but based on the visible scars on her feet it was not pleasant.

She absolutely adores every person she has ever met. Event the vet. She is terrified of the vet office building, cannot stand needles, gets super nervous even at the stethoscope, but the moment the vet puts down the syringe or takes the stethoscope out of his ears she wants nothing more than for him to pet her. Heck, sometimes even if he's holding a syringe she wants all the pets as long as it's with his other hand.

She also has an extremely high prey drive and desperately wants to chase and corner any non-human creature she sees. Which is why we don't have any other pets, avoid other animals when we're on walks, and take precautions at places like the vet office to ensure she doesn't come into contact with other animals.

She also gets very wound up by children. It's not clear if she's trying to play or they are small enough that they trigger her prey drive, but we don't want to find out. Which is why we keep her away from children when we're out and about, and why she is a good fit as we have no children and no intention of having children.

Pitbulls are not any more dangerous than any other dog breed. Irresponsible and careless dog owners are dangerous, and they get other people and dogs hurt and put down.

Do you know what the consensus on pit bulls is? Some people say the negative stereotypes surrounding them are unfair, while others insist they’re inherently dangerous dogs that shouldn’t be kept as pets. Both views are biased to some degree, so I don’t know which to believe.

they're just. dogs.

and same as german shepards, same as huskies, same as dalmations, they have specific breed requirements and aren't right for every home! also like all dogs, they have to be trained to be a reliable and safe pet. but with their needs met and good training, they're about the same as any other dog in their size range (with individual exceptions for personal history and trauma of course)

[kanerallels]

Okay here are my many, many thoughts on Jedi Survivor. I'll keep the spoilers beneath the cut, so all who venture forward have been warned!

The way the game started out was so fun!! The stealth heist! The crew members Cal was teaming up with! Being on CORUSCANT of all places!

I really, really love the gameplay over all. It felt like they took the last game and just improved these tiny little details that I remember from the first one. Tiny things that would seem stupid but also made the game play that much smoother!

KOBOH MY BELOVED IT'S SO MASSIVE SO BEAUTIFUL SO GORGEOUS I LOVE IT THERE VERY VERY MUCH

Also I don't know who decided we should get Fast Travel but I would die for them

I'll probably make a separate post about this, but Cal introduced BD-1 to almost everyone he met-- ALMOST. Not Dagan, and not a couple other people that it was clear he didn't trust. And I for one LOVE that detail

Jedha was so fun other than the fact that I almost died every fifteen seconds

CERE!!!!!!!!! AND MASTER CORDOVA!!!!! WORKING TOGETHER!!!!! WITH THE HIDDEN PATH!!!!!

The Merrical was *chef's kiss* absolutely amazing. They are so April and Andy from Parks and Rec I love them

As a fan of the High Republic books, I thought the Nihil references, along with Dagan Gera and Santari Khri, were pretty neat! He was a fun villain to fight

I really really loved... pretty much all the Greez content? How happy he was to see Cal, and the fact that he had a room set aside for him, and the fact that he ventured back out into the fight just to keep Cal safe. I was mostly neutral on him during JFO, but Battle Scars made me really, really love him, and this game definitely built on that! Also I love that he named his saloon after his grandma (I think?)

Rayvis was an interesting villain! I liked him a lot, especially the final battle with him. They did a good job developing his character

Speaking of villains... I do be feeling some emotions about Cal's fight with Masana Tide. I'm a redemption arc girlie at heart, what can I say? But I see why they did what they did

RICK THE DOOR TECHNICIAN MY BELOVED

THE PONCHO!!!!!!!! THERE WAS A PONCHO!!!!!! I GOT TO WEAR MY BOSS BATTLE OUTFIT TO THE FINAL FIGHT!!!!! IT WAS AMAZING

That one scene where the whole crew was at the campfire together and for like five minutes it felt like everything was going to be okay warmed my heart so much

Yeah I don't remember what happened after that (obvious lie)

I like the new open world features, and the bounties you get to hunt, and the customization and stuff! And those Force tear things are terrifying, but I've completed two of them, and plan to do more as time goes on!

Kriff. Okay I gotta talk about the Horrors at some point. Thanks to my lack of self control, I'd seen some spoilers and knew that Bode was gonna betray us. I didn't know about Cordova (sad) and I didn't know about Bode's secret (SO MUCH SHOCK THAT WAS AN AMAZING PLOT TWIST)

I will say, Cere's final battle against Vader was SO FREAKING COOL IT WAS AWESOME PLAYING AS HER

I also love the fact she set Vader on fire. It's ironic

AULSDKFJLSDKJFLSDKJFLSDKJF AND HER LAST WORDS REALLY JUST SHOT ME IN THE CHEST I'M FINE OKAY I'M FINE (more lies)

Uhhh the Tanalorr plot line was pretty cool! I like the idea of there being somewhere safe from the Empire, to prevent Cal from being killed for plot convinience

Bode's betrayal... yeah I'm not gonna talk about that. I'm not ready, and honestly I have an objectively awful take on the whole situation that no one will like

OKAY THE SCENE WHERE BD-1 REUNITED WITH CAL AFTER HE CHASED AFTER BODE AND JUST LAUNCHED HIMSELF INTO CAL'S ARMS I DON'T THINK ENOUGH OF YOU GUYS KNOW THAT I WOULD DIE FOR THIS DROID

The part where BD-1 was going to scan the trontoshell, and Cal called him BD and THEN BD-1 like he was his mom, full naming him into safety. I love it so much

OH ALSO BD AND KATA'S DYNAMIC IS SO HECKING CUTE

(can you tell I love BD-1?)

I also really, really loved Merrin's entrance. Ten out of ten, the only thing I would change is that Cal should have immediately proposed

Oh! And Merrin and Kata's relationship is so fun I really really like it

Ummm yeah I think I've addressed everything there is to talk about (the most obvious lie yet) so yeah! The brainrot is still strong with me so I might end up posting some screenshots and more thoughts later on!

[kingofthewilderwest]

What did you think of the last two episodes of TNR S4? The plot was about what I expected, but I did like the alpha(?) Night Light design

In some ways, this two-part episode has been waiting to happen since Gift of the Night Fury, where the lack of other Night Furies got highlighted the first time. It's been waiting to happen since ROB's We Are Family where Hiccup was hoping to chase down Toothless's family. It's been waiting to happen since THW had us meet one Fury, but not provide the specific awe my imagination has been envisioning for a decade: the inevitable moment our characters come face-to-face with a flock of Furies.

Of course, some HTTYD fandom members are extremely attached to Night Furies as a concept, and will draw fanart of OCs, or at least alternate designs of Night Furies, Light Furies, Night Lights, and all things Fury. I suspect many of them have had the same fantasy fly through their mind as I have about meeting a Fury flock up close. But because I'm not one of those people who rests my love of HTTYD closely on the Night Fury, I am both worse and better suited for enjoying the TNR S4 finale.

I'm worse suited because I'm not the Fury fanatic that this episode would want to appeal to. There's less chance of my emotions catching in my throat finally seeing this come to be. But I'm better suited for the same reason: there's fewer emotions to disappoint if TNR doesn't hold up to standards. And we all know that TNR has not been a show of great standards - and I'm someone who hasn't minded that.

I'd say I had a mediocre reaction to the two-parter, feeling both mild yays and nays to it. Like many fans, I was offended and appalled when the human cast encountered Hiccup's somehow-still-intact prosthetic and flung it around. What the heck!!! That was too far even for me!

But for a brief moment, watching the full Night Light family take flight, I was teleported back to a younger version of myself: the self that dreamed for a full Fury family flight and desperately hoped that'd happen in HTTYD 3. Bad animation quality aside, questionable dragon design aside, for that short moment, this decade-long expectation got met.

I didn't care that TNR had us wait with anticipation for the Fury reveal in the sense that Thunder, in parallel to Toothless, was mourning a scarce family. But I do like that TNR gave us a full flock of Night Lights because that's absolutely what should be the case - this is no longer a "last of their kind" situation, and so we got to see them!

The believability of carrying that much black is low genetics-wise and designs could've used improvement (why did Mom have to have EYELASHES and why did we color code "white" as female???), but there were also designs with potential, and I accept them and like imagining what they'd look like on a bigger budget. I liked the roughness of the father's scales, as though they've gotten thicker and grayed with age. It looked odd with the limited budget and the light rendering in particular, but the concept is something I get behind.

And the Elder? The Elder? Best Fury of TNR, hands-down. Honestly, best Night Light of the franchise.

For starters, he had the best design of the furies pattern-wise. I like how the blacks and whites faded into one another rather than being a stark black jutting against white. I liked his particular pattern being both understated and regal, as well as realistic and common to real animals (once Night Light pattern ideas get too wild, I quit caring for them). I liked his scars and tears on his wings - this is a dragon of great experience. The animators needed to fix his chest size, but other than wonky proportions there, he gave a grandeur to the Night Lights I quite liked.

And it got me thinking: I wish the Elder, rather than Thunder, had been Tom's dragon. Too quickly stories lean into youth, including trying to make animal companions the same age as their owners. We did that with Tom and Thunder. But Thunder doesn't hit in part because he has virtually no personality. The Elder does. How cool would it have been if our main character's dragon was this suspicious, slow-to-trust, grand old man? Think of how the development of their relationship could've gone! When Tom was riding on the back of the Elder, I found that fantastic, and for a brief moment could enjoy the idea of the Elder and Tom being the pair instead.

The thing about the Elder is that he evokes a concept I wish the main HTTYD movies never left: this is an Offspring of Lightning and Death. This is a wild animal of great power. The reason Toothless was lovable and compelling in HTTYD 1 wasn't just "awww cute pet." It's because he was a real, complex creature of majesty. Real creatures can be silly and dorky, too, and it's fun to get to know a goofy side as he becomes familiar with Hiccup. But Toothless should never have been close to the category of "cute animal sidekick used for marketing," as he increasingly became as the years passed. Dare I say it, he was Flanderized. The Elder reminded me of the dignity that made me stare with appeal at Toothless in the first place.

Amidst all the questionable plot choices and questionable designs and questionable graphics, that one sentiment is worth it, ain't it?

[touyasdoll]

Okay, but why the heck do people think that Izu would be a sub!????? Like dude!???? If anything, I can guarantee you that he can and WILL Detroit smash your pussy. And I BET that he has fucking many kinks and just imagining the riding his thigh is gjghjftujkouhmll mmmmmmmmmmm like gimme moreeeee, and I think he is a big TEASE like he will tease you until you are a mess and only then when you are whispering for him, is when he will touch you and also, he would knowingly go as slow as he can to tease you, like no getting faster and slowly thrusting in and out.

AHHH YES! Anon, I whole-heartedly agree with you. I’m convinced that sweet, innocent ‘Zuku is actually a fucking terror in bed & that’s a hill that I’ll die on 💚

NSFW, Minors DNI

A Break

Pairing: Izuku x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: smut, nsfw, minors dni, orgasm control, teasing, bdsm dynamics, thigh-riding, praise, daddy kink, unprotected sex

“Hey, baby,” Izuku smiled as you breezed through the door to his office. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“I remembered you said that you’d have to stay late tonight,” you strolled up beside him at his desk, where he was hunched over various files and loose sheets of paper, and placed a hand on his shoulder. “So I just thought that maybe I’d come and join you for dinner here. Figured we could order something in and you could take a little break.” You leaned down, kissing him sweetly. “You look pretty exhausted, hon.”

He sighed, leaning back in his office chair as he looked you over with a tired smile, “I am, a little bit.” He swiveled in his chair, sitting upright and reaching out to place his large hands behind your thighs, guiding you closer to him. “A break does sounds nice..”

"For dinner," you placed your other hand on his opposite shoulder, quirking an eyebrow when his hands began to traverse up the back of your thighs, creeping beneath the hem of your dress. "What're you hungry for?"

He chuckled, a deep and sensuous rumble in his chest that sent a shiver up your spine. His hands cupped just below your ass, suddenly yanking you toward him, throwing you off your balance until you came to rest securely on his thigh.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear as he took one cheek in each hand, squeezing as he pulled your hips towards him, guiding you into grinding against his thigh, "I'm absolutely starving for a taste of you right now, baby."

"'Zuku," you sigh, taking your lip between your teeth.

"Ah, you know that's not my name, babygirl," his breath fanned over your cheek just before his lips pressed to your jawline, "but I'm willing to overlook it if you'll be a good girl and grind that pretty little pussy on me."

"Yes, Daddy," you mewled, happily doing as you were told.

You never could resist him for long and this was exactly why. The pleasure. That addictive sensation building between your thighs, spurred on by the delicious friction of your clothed cunt rocking against his flexed, muscular thigh.

He sat back and let you roll your hips to your heart's content, allowing you to chase your ultimate high while he cooed words of praise.

"Look at my good girl."

"Behaving so well for Daddy."

"You look so pretty when you're about to cum, baby."

But then came the pain. The pain of disappointment as he stilled your hips, stopping you just short of where you so desperately wanted to be. The peak that he never let you fully ascend on the first try.

You whined, tossing your head back as your fingers clenched around his shoulders.

"Something wrong, darling?" His voice was deceptively sweet, a sadistic habit of his by your standards.

He knew full well what was wrong, as he always did each time you did this song and dance. One that you knew nearly every routine too, but yet it never bored you. You never grew tired of going through each motion, eagerly bounding towards the next, because for all the suffering his tortuous teasing brought you, it always brought you far more pleasure in the end.

"Need you, Daddy," you whined, running a hand over his pecs, pleading with watering eyes. "Please, wanna cum. Need to."

"Need to?" His eyebrows jumped, his smile as gentle as ever. "I don't know about that, sweetheart." He placed his hands beneath your thighs, effortlessly lifting you onto his desk, standing between your parted legs. "I'll tell you what though," you watched as he dragged a finger up your torso, between your breasts, "I do feel like making you cum on my cock tonight. So, I'll make you a deal." His finger curled under your chin, bidding you to look up at him and you could see his green eyes glinting with devious intention. "No more whining."

You frowned, but he only smirked in reply.

"No whining," he repeated, a smug smile on his face as he retracted his hand to work himself out of his hero costume, peeling it down to reveal his scarred torso.

His hardened cock sprang free as the fabric dipped below his hips, taking the boxers he wore with it as your eyes ogled the beads of precum seeping from his tip.

You had to remind yourself not to whimper as your mouth fell open, his eyes regarding you expectantly, as if he knew you were about to fail the very first trial.

"I promise, Daddy," you spread your legs further, leaning back on your elbows as he stepped closer to you. "No more.”

Your chest heaved in anticipation, your breath hitching in your throat as he leaned over you, capturing your lips and letting out a low groan as his cock rubbed against your soaking panties.

“That’s my good girl,” he growled, two fingers hooking into your panties to tug them aside, allowing his throbbing tip to slip between your folds, but only barely.

You cried out, moaning as your eyes trained on his thick cock, slowly pushing into you. For a moment, you thought maybe he might actually sink all of himself inside, but he withheld.

He drew his hips back, dragging the bulbous head of his cock back along your walls as it came out of you with a sinfully wet noise.

You screwed your lips shut, closing your eyes as you willed yourself to remain quiet. To withhold the needy words piling up in your throat.

“You like that, babygirl?” Two hands skimmed along your sides, taking your dress up and over your breasts as you felt the familiar stretch between your thighs once more.

His hips thrust forward unexpectedly as his massive hands pulled down the cups of your bra to palm your breasts, drawing a sharp gasp from you.

“Love it, Daddy,” you whispered, your voice soft and quiet as you balled your hands into fists, squirming beneath him.

He gazed down at you, one corner of his lips pitched up in a crooked grin as he raked his eyes over your exposed frame, “You can still tell me how much you want it,” he pushed in a little deeper, stopping at about the halfway point. “I just don’t wanna hear you complain about me taking my time with you. It feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

He began thrusting at a slow, steady pace, never fully sheathing himself inside you. Slow and shallow was all that you he offered you, but it was enough to have you babbling anyway.

“F-feels so good,” you cooed, eyes locked with his as your mouth fell open, ushering moan after moan past your lips.

“You want more?” He slid his hands behind your back, pulling you closer so he could hold you in his arms as his lips moved against yours, drowning out your sinful noises with his heated kiss.

“Always,” you spoke breathlessly between kisses, “Always want more of you, Daddy.”

He groaned, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. As much as he loved to draw out these moments with you, he was quickly losing his resolve.

Each gasping breath. Every contraction of your walls around the head of his dick. The way you were looking at him, so obedient despite how desperately you clearly wanted more.

He wanted to give it to you, to really give it to you.

“Oh, fuck,” you threw your head back, arms encircling his neck as the pressure in your belly began to build in earnest. “Daddy, I-I think I’m gonna cum.”

The broken sob that heaved from your chest was the last straw.

Calloused hands seized your hips, digging in to your supple skin as he finally thrust all of his length inside you.

“Did Daddy say you could cum yet?” He held himself there, fighting the feral need to impale you until you were screaming his name. The tears pricking your eyes only made it that much harder to hang on.

“No,” you sighed, clenching your eyes shut, aiding a single tear in its descent over your cheek.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good for me, baby,” he wiped the tear away, cupping your face with both hands now as he pulled his hips back at a glacial pace, until he’d completely removed himself from your core.

His mouth hovered just over yours, catching every shaky breath you expelled and the moans that accompanied them. He could still feel you clenching around nothing as he rutted his length between your folds. It had him nearly fit to burst, seeing how needy you were, how badly you wanted to suck him back into you.

For a moment, he contemplated just finishing himself off there. Splattering your pretty tits with his cum and watching it drip down your torso, into that sweet cunt of yours for him to lick clean.

But instead, he tucked that idea away. He’d come back to it when he was feeling a little more patient, because all he wanted right now was to barrage your cervix until your pussy milked him dry.

In one fluid motion, he lined his cock up with your dripping hole and snapped into you, immediately setting a relentless pace.

You could feel the smirk on his lips as you cried out against them, grasping onto him for dear life as you keened louder and louder, hoping the outpouring of cries would lessen the need to come undone.

“Cum for me,” he growled, finally taking mercy as he captured your lips in a proper kiss, his hands dropping away from your face to come to rest on your lower back as he felt his release fast approaching.

He swallowed the strangled moan you let out as you finally let go, pulling away only to hear your wanton cries as tears streamed over your cheeks. Your fucked out face almost giving him a greater sense of satisfaction than the way your walls spasmed around him as he painted them white with his hot, thick ropes of cum.

“Thank you, baby,” he smiled softly, resting his forehead against yours as you both floated back down, collecting your breath. “I needed that.”

“Mm, anytime, love,” you laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “But now you definitely owe me dinner.”

[marierg]

Of Light and Darkness: Ch. 7

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

WARNINGS!:  Angst, PTSD, cannon typical violence, cursing (expanding vocabulary wherever I go).  Mentions of injuries by GIANT monsters. 

A/N:  ok here we go into the fight.  Not going to lie this was written after four very long 12 hour shifts so hopefully its edited ok. Couldn't get a Picture of the monsters to download properly but yeah look up Maalraas, they scary as HECK!  Anywho Enjoy!  Also if you can name the movie references I’ll be impressed 😉

Picture credit goes to Pinterest and Star Wars Wiki

Word Count: 1990 ish

Masterlist Next Part

“RUN!”

“NO FARKING KIDDING!” 

You really didn’t needed to be told, the army of droids chasing you was incentive enough.  Master Windu and Master Qui Gon sprinted towards you and Obi Wan with incredible speed.  It was safe to say that the plan had gone awry.  The group had been trying to get around the perimeter fence of the mountain compound housing the lab.  The trip alarms were known, the pressure sensors were known, but the unknown factor had been the pack of giant Maalraas.  The large, fanged, clawed, bloodthirsty, Lightsaber resistant creatures that waited till the group was inside the inner fence then struck with a vengeance.  First clawing into Master Windu, then trying to bite Obi Wans leg off.  Master Qui Gon had been able to use a mind trick and sent them back in the other direction. 

Having beat a hasty retreat into the jungle you were able to mend both injured men.  Unfortunately, it took a lot out of you to do so.  The two Masters had been devising a plan when the battle droids showed up.  You were running as fast as your short legs would carry you, not fast enough though.  The rocky overhang by the trail you had all taken in came into your view and a thought occurred.  Looking back you confirmed that the droids were indeed gaining, and gathered a better look.  You gave a quick shout.  “Master!  The rocks, let’s use them!”

Master Windu looked where you pointed, and nodded.  The droids had started to blast above the trail to cut you all off.  Just as the latest avalanche of rock was raining down, you all dodged directly under the fall zone.  To the droids it looked as though you had all been killed. 

Once the Jungle had fallen silent, the rocks floated away.  Your Masters had used the force to create a protective bubble around you all.  You had tackled Obi Wan, doing your best to shield him from anything that may have slipped through.  As the dust cleared and you let him go, both of you blushed.  You laughed, trying to brush it off.  “Obi Boy I just fixed you, mind staying in one piece?”

Master Windu turned to you, extending a hand up, “Quick thinking Y/n, well done.”

“Let my armies be the rocks and the trees right?”  you smirked back quoting the latest lesson he had taught at the temple.

“How did you know that we wouldn’t be detected under the rocks.”  Obi Wan raised a brow to you.

You were trying to get the dust out of your hair, to no avail.  Pulling your hair tie out you shook the mass loose as you answered.  “Those are the same kind of rust buckets I saw here last time.  They only detect movement.”

“It’s been quite some time, how did you remember?”  Qui Gon was helping Obi Wan to his feet.

Raising an eyebrow to him you huffed, pointing to a very small scar at your hairline.  “Hard to forget.”

It was a long cold night on the mountain while the plan was revised.  No one dare light a fire or use a heat pack for fear of detection.  Obi Wan could still hear Qui Gon arguing strategy with Master Windu, they never quite saw eye to eye.  His own thoughts wandered back to you and the rocks.  There hadn’t been a moment of hesitation on your part.  For a moment during the roar of the rock fall he thought he had heard you whisper the words, “Not today, please not today.” 

Making his way to the tree you camped under he noticed how you had piled the leaves to create insulation off the ground.  Your knees were tucked up under your chin, arms folded in your cloak trying to conserve warmth.  “Y/n are you awake?”

“Hmm…yup.” was the mumbled reply.  While your eyes may have been open, they weren’t observant.   

“Did you get a ration bar yet?”  He worried about you.  More often than not on this mission you had pushed your physical limits, placing the others first.  When camp had been made you checked everyone over for injuries then made sure that rations were eaten.  But none of the men had ensured that you were well and had also taken nourishment.  “Come on now, you need to eat.  Have to keep up your strength.”

“Fine.” You huffed sitting up straight.    

Handing over the bar, he sat next to you wanting to ensure that it was finished.  There were bags under your eyes and he could see where you had been picking the seam loose on your tunic from anxiety.  “Thank you by the way, for my leg.”

“Uhm Hmm…Welcome.” You had shoved the last of the bar into your mouth, cheeks protruding comically.  Obi Wan couldn’t help a smirk spread on his face.    

Your exhaustion had reached its peak.  Obi Wan knew that if rest was not reached soon that you would be of no use to anyone, let alone yourself.  He had been to that point on many occasions during his time on the run from the Mandalorians.  Folding his legs and leaning into the tree, Obi Wan raised an eyebrow. “Y/n are you warm enough.”

Your bleary eyes looked at him sassily, “Oh yeah, toasty as a Tatooine summer.”

Obi Wan rolled his eyes and looped his arm behind you.  He placed your head on his shoulder and pulled you closer.  “Must you be so difficult?”

“I’m not difficult…I’m Y/n!”  you giggled.  Reaching up you playfully tugged at his padawan braid.

“Oh Maker….”  Obi Wan sighed rolling his eyes.  You were punch drunk with exhaustion, but even that couldn’t still your tongue.  Looping his arm down to your waist he pulled enough that you were leaning on him.  “Get some sleep Y/n.  I’ll keep watch.”

“Ok Obi…and…thank you.”  Your slurred speech ended on slow even breathing, having fallen quickly asleep.  He sighed heavily and wondered to himself how the crazy girl next to him hadn’t cracked yet? 

It was decided that the best option for entry would be at the further end of the compound by the river.  The Maalraas were confined to the opposite side nearest the road and mountain.  The river provided the opportunity to cover any noise and there was a drainage canal into the facility for access. 

Having entered into the facility the Jedi could see the extent of what was in play.  The cartel had kidnapped several of the locals and were holding them for labor.  The winding lab areas were open with little cover and dangerous chemicals were everywhere.  Qui Gon looked at Obi Wan, “Keep your sabers down until you need them.  Once we’re in you two free the civilians and we will take out the controls.”

“Where do we meet you after?”  You weren’t about to let them off so easily.  If the day before was any indication, then there were bound to be more problems ahead. 

 “Y/N do as you’re told.  We will call you after the controls are down.” Master Windu replied tersely.  You glowered at the back of his head as they left.

To that end the rescue had gone off fairly well.  You and Obi Wan managed to take out the few guards and send the civilians out the way you had come in.  As the last woman left there was a large clanking and explosive percussion.  Obi Wan look at you, “Oh that’s not good.”

“Nope, come on!”  Both of you ran.

Making it back you and Obi Wan saw the problem, a platoon of droids and several armed guards surrounded both of your Masters, pinning them behind several crates in the loading dock.  Master Qui Gon was deflecting the blaster fire while Master Windu engaged two if the guards.  Having brought one of the men to their knees with a strong kick to the chest, the other lost their hand trying to pull a blaster.  The platoon of droids was slowly closing in though and both Masters would be cut off.  There was a cruel laugh from a group of people behind the furthest line of droids.  “Surrender Jedi, you can’t win this fight.  You will die, just as your friends who came before.” 

Master Windu sensed your presence, looking up to see that your face had gone pale.  He waived to try to send you away, but stubborn as ever you shook your head no.  Mace sighed, of course you wouldn’t run.  So, he switched strategies, “Obi Wan get her out of here! Go!”

“Alright Jedi, since you won’t talk… Release the gas.”  The cartel leader cackled.

You had heard the stories of how Master Tahl had died.  The gas in those cylinders was irreversible, it was a death sentence to anyone exposed.  The fear, the fury, every emotion that you had thought was finally put away came back with a vengeance. 

“NO!” 

You screamed running into the fight, lightsaber raised.  Extending a hand you sent crate after crate flying at the droids, crushing them in a wave of debris.  Obi Wan charged in right behind you, not that you noticed.  Jumping high, landing on several of the destroyed machines, you leap frogged to land between the enemy and what you had come to call your family.  There was only a small number of droids left, but they were big clunkers with heavy weapons.  Leveling the cartel with a glare you gritted out one last warning raising your saber to them.  “Drop…Your….Weapons….NOW!”

“And what are you going to do…Little Jedi?”  The leader of the cartel was laughing at you.    

You looked to Obi Wan who nodded.  Both of you spinning around and slicing through the droids.  Coming to face the leader, you grabbed his belt and put the tip of your saber just under his chin.  It wasn’t enough to burn the flesh but it did make its presence known.  Obi Wan held the other cartel members back.  This was enough of a distraction that Master Windu and Master Qui Gon had taken out the rest of the guards and droids undeterred.  The other members of the cartel didn’t move for fear you would kill their boss.

The only thing in your focus was the man before you.  The anger that coursed through you, because of this one being, it was like a fire in your blood.  But then you saw your own reflection in the shattered window glass on the wall and it doused the rage.  You were unable to recognize the figure in the window pane that stared back with cold lifeless eyes.  You stepped back but still held your blade to the man.  “Consider yourselves out of business.”

Master Windu had come around to your side, his hand gently lowered the blade in yours.  “We have them Y/n.  It’s over.”

Your hands shook as the blade turned off.  Stepping back a few paces you looked to the reflection again, it was normal.  What had you almost become?  Your Master stood before you, studying the worried look on your face.  “Y/n are you alright?”

“I…I don’t know.”  You stammered.  Looking again to the men around you and taking a deep breathe.  They were safe, you would be alright.  Focusing again to Master Windu you smirked, “I’m ok if you’re ok Master.”

He gave your shoulder a squeeze.  “Then I think we are doing alright.  Let’s get these prisoners back to the port.”

“And go home?”  you said.

“And go home… where you will monitor the level one sabers for a month.”  He raised a glaring eye to you.  “Next time I expect you to follow my orders.”

“To be fair you were about to die.”  You folded your arms under your chest. 

Sighing heavily Mace shook his head.  “Fine two weeks.”

[animefreak1145]

The Brilliance of Break On Through

Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War Mission Break on Through—An Analysis

I have replayed the campaign of COD:BOCW numerous times—too many times truly. Did a whole playthrough where it was Hardened and soon I’m sure I shall do Veteran(something I have never done for any COD game. Not even Hardened.).

All missions have their own unique qualities—parts where the player gets a little rush of adrenaline depending on the kind of mission and how they choose to play it (Nowhere Left to Run just a plain shooting match while Brick in the Wall you can choose to remain stealthy like the good spy you are or go crazy like an eager homicidal maniac).

Even within the safehouse, there are plenty of little details to discover if you take the time to look around and observe everyone. Or, everything. (The radio if turned to a Russian station/correspondence, Adler changes it back immediately before Da Nang mission. Watching Park’s body language, as you talk to Adler and she periodically looks over to you two. Adler suspicious when you go to the Red Room or the locked room with the arcade. The T.V. being turned on in the Red Room)

But the amount of details, details, in the mission Break on Through is outstanding. I have played this mission more than any other due to me wishing to look at all the details. There’s so many, I think I may miss some. And I can’t show them off all to you cause I suck at creating gifs and don’t know how to transfer that from Xbox to my phone.

To lighten it up a bit, I won’t focus on the four different scenarios you go through—at least not each one. That would take too long and I do not have gifs/pics to show it off since Tumblr limits it to ten anyways.

I will, however, try to guide to what parts of the game you all can explore if you choose to do so. As well just how detailed they did this mission.

I am going to start with the different statements Adler says to you throughout all the Scenarios(17, 6, 11, 1). We only go through four in the actual game—but the fact it goes up to 17 or possibly more shows just how far they went in and messed with Bell’s mind.

Now, Adler seems to be a bit bipolar on how he talks to you whether or not you listen to him and all his directions. Either totally blasé and cold to giving you and pumping you up with more MK or meds, or actually a tad concerned and patient as he guides you through.

If You/Bell Stands Still/Does Nothing:

Example 1

“So you did nothing? What were you, in shock?”

He throws the words callously, mocking. As if Bell isn’t confused and lost at what is going on. He even sounds irritated that you might actually be in shock due to these memories that are just fake—not even real. Not like what he has.

Example 2

“What’s wrong with Bell?” -Adler

“I’m not sure. . .” -Park

“I guess we’ll just wait on you to proceed, Bell.”

The contrast is dizzying. He sounds concerned when he asks Park on what could be wrong with you. If he pushed you too far and now you’re just frozen. And, instead of rushing you due to how the fate of half of Europe is at stake, he decides to give you space. Just wait for you and you’ll come out of it soon enough.

He does these sort of reactions numerous times. Jumping from intimidating to the Adler we knew as the player, as Bell—kind and always in your corner that believes in you. He switches tactics based on what he believes will work really—or he just felt really on edge at times and threw the farce that you two were friends out the window.

Other examples include:

Scenario 11–Napalm Strike-in the lab in the room where you were brainwashed

“Christ, what’s happening with them?”-Adler

“A mild seizure. Sims, past me a benzodiazepine.” -Park

Again, concerned. Worried. Almost…at unease?

In the lab—tripped up on drugs. If you run through the tight shrinking hallway back and forth like so(I suck at making gifs, I’m sorry):

“Why is Bell repeating themselves?”

Or

“Bell, stop speaking in circles.”

Now, as others may have suspected, Bell is talking to everyone as they’re stuck in this horrible loop of mental torture. Most likely muttering, hands clenching and arms pulling against the straps of the gurney, moving their head back and forth depending on what they’re seeing. I always saw Bell as muttering quickly in Russian as they go through all of this—their mother tongue where it may comfort them as they’re panicking and speaking to Adler.

It’s just a nice detail showcasing how exactly Adler knows that Bell is on script—Bell saying what they’re seeing and doing and what’s going on. It shows also just how hard they put Bell through the ringer(badum tss. I’ll leave now).

All the details too when the game shows how the drugs they put in Bell affects you. Like so. The hallways appearing long. The lights looking yellow. You feel so fast—look how quick you can run. Run towards the Red Door that Adler so desperately wants and maybe this can stop. Ah, why is it running away from you? What’s going on?

I don’t know about you, but I was so lost and confused at what was going on my first playthrough. For the majority of this mission, the possibility of me being brainwashed didn’t reach the BACK of my mind till probably I actually saw the flashes of scenes about Vietnam and calling Bell a subject. So like right here.

I personally thought that I had a repressed memory or something due to me going through the Vietnam War. That whatever I saw with Perseus, I—or rather Bell—repressed it from our mind due to how violent or horrible what we saw or experienced was. And that Adler suspected and just really wanted to know about it.

I didn’t expect for the man to actually brainwash my character—us—Bell! The game made Adler your mentor, who always defended you from Hudson and believed in your skills very highly. How he and Bell were basically perfect partners when the two of you were together.

It’s amazing—cause I think that’s what the developers were going for. The absolute trust. The loyalty. The denial that ‘maybe Adler is being a little harsh but hey, this is to help Perseus so it’s okay?’ It’s perfect. Because I’m sure that is what Bell actually felt in real time.

Yet, if you go through the total rebellious choice of not listening to Adler, some thing’s make sense. The Rebellious Side shows you way more than if you just listen to Adler like a Dutiful Soldier.

You go through this room if you choose the rebellious route, the T.V.’s automatically turning on the closer you get. Of Vietnam. And now, all those T.V.‘s that turned on by themselves(the Red Room, Lubyanka, Cuba) make sense. You were actually being brainwashed. Poor Bell probably can’t ever have a turned off/broken T.V. again. The trauma.

Said trauma being shown multiple times too. Not just the T.V.‘s. But the absolute terror that Bell felt, before they became Bell, with Adler.

Like do you see this? This terrified me when I saw it at the end of the hallway. I just saw a red shadow in the distance and I legit thought I was about to be chased. Call of Duty became a horror game(I also went through the door to the ground too my first playthrough, so before this I went through zombies and I think my heart was going to jump out my chest) I thought. I didn’t want to get closer. I had to, with each step I see that it’s not a shadow but a body. And than I see the familiar jacket, the sound of whirring in my ears and see it’s Adler’s head being twisted back and forth, side to side, up and down, in a speed that in inhumanely possible.

Makes one wonder if Bell themselves sees Adler as inhumane. Not human. Adler seeming to just be a god in their head. All the Adler shaped rocks/boulders you go through and see. Even one point the V.C. becoming Adler and you killing him over and over and dead bodies of Adler being everywhere.

The man has entered Bell’s head and won’t leave. Just like Adler won’t leave Bell alone.

Heck, there’s one point in my playthroughs of this mission I was by the bridge yet there were parts of the lab by it. I jumped towards it, noticing down below there were different floors of the lab that eventually reach the ground. I jumped to reach the next floor and missed and I died.

And Adler mocked Bell committing suicide.

That was the kicker really that Adler truly is indifferent towards Bell. Like complete disregard. I know it’s fake. We know it’s fake. Adler knows it’s fake—but to Bell, it felt real. That’s the crazy part. All of this—this whole sequence feels real to Bell so each time they die they actually feel it. It’s insane. It’s cruel.

But we all know that Adler isn’t known for his kindness. Still like his character though, he’s layered.

I don’t have the exact quote he said, didn’t wrote it down like the others. I was shook he said it at all.

Moving on to the final details I’m going to talk about.

When you go through the room, I believe this comes out for both rebellious and dutiful, really depends. You see it filled with post it notes, articles, plans, and newspapers. And you see once more just how Bell has been scarred.

I don’t know Russian or German, but I imagine the notes are similar to what the English one’s say. If I’m wrong, please point it out.

There’s also post it notes which I believe is in code as well due to all the numbers—I’m not sure what those could mean since I am no decoding expert.

Poor poor Bell. And with all these pictures and plans—of Adler included—it begs the question that Bell may have been warned about the famous America’s Monster beforehand. Had to have—since Adler is basically Perseus’s adversary due to how stubborn the American man could be. It just adds more to the story, despite Cold War having quite a short campaign, they made it up somewhat with all these details everywhere.

When you finally and actually reach the room.

As you grow closer to the table, to your chair in the conference room while everyone else seems to have their own spots, there’s something I noticed.

There’s glasses. As well as a hat. And it’s Bell’s. Or at least, it used to be. Why else is it on their side of the table? By their chair? I believe it might be reading glasses due to all the decryptions Bell does, whether on paper or through a computer, it’s hard on the eyes. (I’m sure I’m not the only one who noticed this. For look at @second-vtoroy ‘s Bell)

I believe through the brainwashing, Bell might not need glasses anymore. After all, apparently they were a smoker like Adler before too but they took that out of you. What else they changed of Bell? It makes one wonder how far they truly went into molding a person.

Which just adds onto how mind boggling this mission is—this game is. This is my favorite COD game, despite how short it is. The details and choices and interactions with everyone and able to create your own character(albeit it’s very standard and not specific but it’s good enough for me) is AMAZING. I’ve always been a sucker for RPG’s and able to get that even a little in a COD game? Truly wonderful.

I couldn’t touch on everything because it would’ve gotten long, but the fun of the Break on Through mission never gets old. It’s genius multiple ways you can do it. All the details. The feelings you feel as a player as you go through it.

They truly did a unique job with this and I hope they continue with this type of game storytelling. Hopefully longer as well.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this rant basically!

Gifs made by me and used the video down below to help.

https://youtu.be/t6QkmkGGHSQ

[luva-arts]

This is my favorite thing ever seeing people analyze X-Men origins Wolverine Victor Creed. Versus normal Victor Creed, and how we kinda all agree that he’s probably the most accurate Victor Creed, even though he’s not “accurate” he’s not just some giant man goes around killing stuff. He’s this broken child that is definitely a psychopath that has been beat in and abused and neglected only for his own parents and parents of Logan to coddle and appreciate more. He was never the favorite. He was the mistake versus Logan who was this miracle child that keeps getting sick, but it can never die, I analyze the relationship a lot and I’ve concluded that Victor has abandonment issue so when Logan finally decided he was going to leave absolutely just snapped because Logan is his only family and he left him for some chick that he met versus a relationship that has been growing for around 100 something years my math may be wrong, but whatever this Victor Creed is kind of the epitome of all the victor Creed. He may not look like this giant big cat thing at the moment, but you could definitely tell this man been through some crap not to mention his relationship with striker and why he never shut it down as fast as he probably would expecting to. Yeah we kind of see him be like OK give me the adamant like Logan but once again he shut down saying you’re too weak versus your golden baby brother who is all compassing still superior to you which honestly doesn’t help situation not to mention Stryker was very much mentally and possibly physically abusing Victor, but he didn’t really see anything wrong with it because of everything his parents put him through and we’re going based off of the comics, and based off of whatever the heck the movie was trying to imply this man is broken to the point that Logan is the only stability in his life, which was also his driving force of hatred left. He kind of just didn’t know what to do with himself anymore so he tried to chase after that driving force literally he stalked Logan a bunch he made his life a utter nightmare because in Victor‘s eyes, his life became a living nightmare before Logan was even born and then after he was born, it just became worse, but he was his only stability and when he finally decided he didn’t want to be around him anymore, he said well geez if I can’t have you, no one can this man is normal Victor yeah he’s kind of all over the place but you can see this man is genuinely just broke. He doesn’t know what to do with himself. He doesn’t really know what to do anything without Logan because that is for his little brother that he loves a lot, which is probably confusing to him because he also hates him more than him doing stuff with Kayla and stuff like I have this also headcanon that when Kayla was like you know I need to get my sister back he genuinely despises that woman with a burning hatred because not only that she play his brother but also he left him for her and she doesn’t even like him well she loves him but debate whether or not she actually loves him or if she was using him I don’t know but Victor very much hates that woman also in the games and the movie is a very different way of treating Logan. He’s this big silly guy that very much has mental problems and you can kind of tell it. He’s trying to cover it up with jokes and stuff but around everybody else he’s really serious scary cat man scar he’s the equivalent of scar if he was actually like a human being but also could probably kill you without hesitation. He doesn’t really need a plan, but this Victor is freaking smart like really smart to the point that he does play out crap and so when things doesn’t go to his plan, he starts freaking out a little bit cause he’s like oh my God wait wait no instance no I don’t know they talked about this before. There’s always some scenes that show him slowly slipping into the void that is Victor going slowly insane just killing people over and over again, which was probably cathartic for him because this is only time to actually get the pain out

Everytime Victor looks in the mirror he sees his father. The same grey eyes, the same lips, the same hair and even the same damn face shape. The man who beat him everyday, who drank and seduced women. The man he grew up to be. Violent, spiteful, absolutely repulsive. He felt like a failure. Like something less than human. So he became the animal. Because if people see him as that, why not give them want they want?

[luimagines]

He Accidentally Hurt You Pt. 1

Masterlist

Takes place while in the group, written as a platonic relationship.

this one got away from me entirely, so I had to split it up

Warrior

“I’m telling you, we need to head west!”

“And head straight into enemy territory? I don’t think so!”

“Wild’s right, Warrior. We can’t just sit around here and wait for them to come to us or the people of the town. We’re the only ones who can do something about it.” 

“Need I remind the both of you that we’re all tired as hell as well? We have no potions or healing items, our weapons haven’t been tended to in over a week because of the constant fighting and everyone has an injury in one way or another. We can’t afford to keep going at this rate. We’re lucky enough to have enough food as it is.”

You glanced at the W Trio. Wild, Wind and Warrior.

They’ve been going over the map and strategies for the past hour and it’s getting tiring. That normally would have fallen to Time and Twilight to talk to Warrior about it but they went ahead as the currently strongest of all to secure the perimeter.

It hasn’t been going great.

You sighed and stood up, making your way over to where they were.

Warrior was getting worked up and his gestures became more agitated and pronounced.

They needed to stop.

“Ok, guys, take five and a breather.” You started before your head snapped backwards.

The arguing stopped instantly.

“Oh for Din’s sake! Are you ok?.” Hands covered your own as you felt your face trying to pry them off to get a read on the damage done. “Oh course this has to happen.”

You took a step back and plugged your nose for good measure.

Wild and Wind both look tense and looked between the two of you, expecting something to blow up in their faces.

“Well that was unnecessary.” You spoke after a tense beat.

Warrior bit his lip, warring within himself to both step forward to comfort you and too afraid of pushing your boundaries more than he already has. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there. Does it hurt?”

“I’ll live if that’s what you’re asking me.” You raised an eyebrow. “I was going to say that you should all take a break and leave it for a while. Maybe take a nap and come back to it once Twilight and the Old Man can have a say. Because yeah, we’re all tired as hell. I don’t think you liked the idea though.”

Warrior had the decency to look ashamed. “That was unintentional.”

“Regardless, I think I’m bleeding.” You smirk. “You’ve got quite the arm Captain. Last time I checked, a backhanded slap was usually reserved for-”

“Please don’t make this any worse.”

You laughed.

Wind

“Wind! Get down from there!” You called up the tree.

Mr. Sticky Fingers had taken something important from you, not that he knew what it was and you didn’t plan on telling him it’s importance since it was mostly sentimental value but the kid turned it into a game instead.

“I’m not going to climb after you Pirate!”

“I guess it’s mine then!” He taunted back.

You glared at his smirking face and snapped your head to the group. “Excuse me Wild Child, care to lend a hand? You’re the best tree climber among us and I’d really like to get my item back.”

Wild looked up and spotted Wind in the tree. He shrugged and stood up, making his way over. “I can make that climb. Sure.”

“Uh oh.” Wind huddled into himself on the nearest branch before making a mad dash through the tree.

Wild followed closely and you stepped under the tree to get a better view of the chase. The multitude of branches and leave and twigs made it hard to see through and you didn’t see make the executive decision to jump down.

And it seemed as if he didn’t see you either. 

You both landed on the ground, a sickening crack following shortly. Your cry of surprise quickly turning into one of pain.

Wind jumped off of you as if you burned him but stayed close, handing your item back as if that would fix the problem.

The boys crowded you instantly. Hyrule led the charged followed by Twilight and Time. Warrior pulled Wind aside to give them room, Wild jumped down from the tree and Legend chose to stand closer to Hyrule to get a look over his shoulder. Four and Sky held back, concerned faces mirroring each other.

“I think you broke my arm.” You gritted through your teeth.

“I didn’t.... I didn’t mean-” Wind spoke up but bit his lip, cutting himself off. He knew there was no saving him.

“What on earth was so important that it had to come to this?” Time glared at the both of you. You would have felt a little more embarrassed because it was easily avoidable but at the same time, it was your dominant arm and now you struggled to sit up.

“Wind took an item of mine and refused to give it back. To keep me from getting it back, he climbed up a tree and I asked wild to help me out. The kid jumped on me and this happened. End of story.” Hyrule looked up at you questionably before snapping the bones back into place. A scream tore through your throat before you could stop it. “‘RULE! A little warning next time?!”

He grinned sheepishly. “Sorry. It’s better if you aren’t expecting it.”

“What’s so special about that item anyway, if you don’t mind me asking?” Sky came a little closer to rub comforting circles on your back. Hyrule took that as his cue to begin healing the injury properly. “Is it magic?”

Pain clouded your judgment slightly. “No, not exactly.”

“What is it then? It doesn’t look like anything special.” Legend gripped the tip of it and you pulled it closer to your chest, away from the others. “It’s defiantly not magic.”

“Not in the traditional sense.” You agreed. The pain was slowly fading away now, but with the quickening of the healing process, it looked worse than it did before. You turned your eyes away from the black and blue mess.

“It’s... the last gift my mother ever gave to me.” You admitted. “It’s a special kind of magic that only means something to me.”

“The sentimental kind.” Four smiled sadly.

You nodded in agreement. “But it’s not like it does anything. It’s only a token really. However... I’d rather die then let anything happen to it.”

The group stood around you silently, taking in the information.

“I’m sorry.” Wind stood before you. “I didn’t-”

You held your good hand up. “It’s not broken, I knew you would never try that and I got it back. I’m not even mad, just don’t do it again.”

He looked worse after your words, as if it was the worse news you could have told him. You knew the feeling. You felt like maybe it would help him feel better to get yelled at or something equivalent of a punishment but it wasn’t in your nature.

Once that mess was cleared up, he stayed to close to you but was unusually quiet.

You made it a point to make sure that he knew you were still on good terms by the end of the day.

Wild

“I wonder if theses are ok to eat.” You mutter to yourself. Poking at a berry bush that was near your camp, you heard (and felt) your stomach rumble. “Wild would probably know. Hyrule might know as well but....”

THWIP

Something was imbedded in your leg.

“OH MERCY ME!” You fell over, narrowly avoiding the berry thorn bush and looked down. “FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY-  WHAT IN THE WORLD-!”

An arrow.

An arrow was just... sticking out of your leg.

Rustling came from the bushes beyond and out popped a twig and leaf covered head of hair. A scarred face came next that expressed confusion to immediate concern and shock. Wild jumped over the bush and made a mad dash to your side.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I thought you were an animal.” He crouched down by your side and hovered his hands around the offending object.

“Why on earth did you think I was an animal?” You nearly cursed him then and there. 

It hurt. It hurt and hurt and he wasn’t doing anything!

“I heard a growl.” He admitted, a bright blush on his face.

“No, that was me and my stomach. I’m hungry man! I was just checking if those berries were edible.” You growled and tried to move over but your leg wouldn’t cooperate without sending bouts of burning static up to your hip.

“That was a crap shot anyway. It wouldn’t have taken the animal down regardless.” Wild muttered to himself.

“Excuse you but I’m the one who was shot. Take it out!”

“Ok, ok, ok, hold on.” He placed a bracing hand on your leg and grip the arrow in the other. “Deep breath. Ready? One. Two.”

“OUCH! YOU SICK, TWISTED, SON OF A-”

“Here.” Wild handed you a potion. You recognized it as a healing item of his, even if the bottle was wrong and uncorked it, gulping it down with vigor.

“You owe me Champion.” You crossed your arms when you finished, handing the bottle back to him. 

“I’ll cook you something. Anything you want.” He nervously scratched the back of his head. “Those berries aren’t edible anyway.”

You blinked at him and the berries, not pouting at all. Your glare hardened at the plant. “I blame you.”

“The plant?”

“I just wanted to eat something!”

Legend

You couldn’t believe it.

There he was, sleeping in your bedroll.

You were tired as it was and didn’t have the energy to put up with it. Instead of anger though...It was mostly confusion.

Why was Legend asleep in your bed roll?

Was he really that tired that he just didn’t care? Probably. The nightmares were bad the night before and he was working nonstop the whole day.

You couldn’t fully blame him. He probably didn’t even notice.

Still.

You were exhausted as well and you refused to take his spot.

You walked over and shook his shoulder.

BAM

You stumbled backwards and eventually fell over, your hands covering your face. 

Legend sat up blearily and blinked for a solid minute before realizing his fist was still raised. 

“Legend!” You yelled at him. “What the heck man? You can’t punch to save your life!”

“What?”

“That’s my bedroll, dumb bell. I would like to sleep please.” You crossed your arms and stared him down. “Also, I’m telling Twilight you can’t punch for crap.”

Legend pushed himself up and looked beneath him. “Oh. Sorry. Wait. What about my punching?”

”You suck at it.”

He glared at you for a moment before taking a swing in your direction.

You dodged it easily and grinned. “Your form definitely needs work.”

“Shut up!”

Part 2