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A Battle of Dominance

Collab with: @t3chborb!! You can find their artwork here! You can also view their post here too! Ramattra x Reader (gen, no mentions of pronouns) [AFAB Reader - has female genitalia] Word Count: 5890 A/N: This was so fun to write, regardless of the writers block hitting me towards the end... It was absolutely a pleasure to work with you ♥ I love the art as always~ !! NSFW !!

In the heart of the Himalayan mountains, Nepal was renowned for its captivating beauty and distinct seasons. As winter descended, the air turned crisp and cold, creating a picturesque landscape; the mountain peaks, adorned with a thick blanket of snow, glistened under the clear blue sky and the cold, far from being a hindrance, became an integral part of the experience, bringing people closer together and fostering a sense of community.

In the quaint villages nestled among the towering mountains, life unfolded at a slower pace. The inhabitants, resilient and warm-hearted, found joy in the simple things. The houses, adorned with intricate carvings and colourful prayer flags added a vibrant touch to the snow-covered surroundings. Then there are the villagers, clad in traditional attire, who went about their daily tasks with a sense of contentment and harmony.

As the sun began its descent, casting a golden glow over the snow-covered landscape, a sense of tranquility descended upon the village. The stars emerged in the darkening sky, adding a celestial splendor to the wintry night. The villagers, with hearts filled with gratitude, retired to their homes, seeking comfort and warmth amidst the cold.

Inside of the monastery where the monks prayed and rested, several omnics roamed the ever dimming hallways, finishing up the last of their tasks.

Ramattra was one of the few monks in the Monastery, listening to the teachings of Mondatta, meditating to finally feel true peace and harmony. He had been there for several months now, attempting to find a place for himself within the world.

Deep inside, though, he still hated humanity, and maybe that was where things were proving difficult to him. He couldn’t get past the discord he felt inside, no matter how hard he tried to rid the feeling. His programming wouldn’t let him feel peace.

He hated humanity for everything they have done.

The days turned into weeks, the weeks into those long months, and Ramattra still couldn’t work around it all. Eventually, he gave up and tried to keep his emotions at bay, not letting them seep through the ever growing cracks. While meditation was hit and miss some days, he did find that it helped keep him calm. With no humans running around the Monastery, he had nothing to worry about.

Until you came along and changed the way he thought. Ramattra thought humans weren’t welcome within the monastery, having never seen any of them around before, but when you showed up and roamed the longing hallways, he felt uneasy. He learnt that while humans were welcome, they steered clear from the omnics.

That was then.

Eventually things began changing for him.

He grew to like you, never minding if you were in his way, or seated beside him when he was meditating. Your presence was welcome.

There was never a dull moment when he was with you and he found you to be quite enjoyable to be around. As time went on, he realised there was something more to you. He found that he was staring at you a little longer than normal, admiring the way you spoke or moved. Ramattra couldn’t stop thinking about you when he was no longer around you.

He shook it off time and time again, he wasn’t falling for a human, no, he couldn’t. That would go against everything he believed in. Humans were unnecessary, evil beings that only sow chaos.

But not you.

He knew you weren’t like them and gradually, through consistent reassurance, he began to realise his feelings towards you. It was foreign, as with anything new, but this… This felt like fire.

His circuits would burn up whenever your hand brushed against his accidentally. The longing look in your eyes whenever he held contact with you spoke volumes at how much you liked him, too.

It was slow and gradual, as most things should be. He never rushed, never went any further than what you were comfortable with. He made you feel seen. Human. Ramattra made you feel like you mattered.

As time went on, feelings developed between the two of you. Days roaming the monastery halls and meditating by each other's side only made the tension grow. Ramattra was the first to break, hands grabbing your hips and nearly slamming you against the nearest wall. His body pressed into yours as he murmured how much he wanted you.

He nearly dragged you to his chambers before the door closed behind him softly. The tension was growing as his hands met your shoulders, thumbs pressing against your collar bone. He was rough, yet he was gentle. A startling contrast from what he was; a ravager unit.

Timid hands met his chest as his hands carefully undressed you, slipping off your shirt and pants before pushing you down on the bed. He was watching you carefully, making sure that he didn’t hurt you, that he didn’t go too far.

It was shocking to you when he slipped off the privacy plate and unveiled his member; never did you think that omnics came equipped with such appendages unless they were specifically made for pleasure. You ruled it down to him being curious, never questioning him on his choices.

The size alone was nauseating, but the omnic above you assured that it wouldn’t hurt. He took every care imaginable to make sure that he was true to his word as he adjusted himself before sliding inside of you.

Pleasure was high, senses were heightened and moans filled the room. An omnic and a human. It wasn’t unheard of for a human and omnic to be intimate, but a ravager and a human? Most would scoff.

It wasn’t something that happened the one time either. Several days went by before it happened again. The monk and the human getting closer, intimate.

If only Ramattra knew that there was something you had in mind. Him being the dominant one in the relationship was always fun, you never said otherwise, but you wanted to switch things up, or at least try to. Confidence was holding you back greatly. Perhaps another day, was always the thought in your head after such an act took place.

Nobody ever found out, and even if they did, Ramattra didn’t care. All he cared about was you.

Timid and quiet, friendly and trustworthy. Ramattra had found a friend, a partner. A lover.

In the realm of your relationship, you and Ramattra found the perfect balance between individuality and togetherness; supporting each other's aspirations, offering encouragement and understanding along the way. When life's challenges arose, you stood side by side, providing unwavering strength and support. It was a partnership built on mutual respect, empathy, and the belief in each other's potential.

Ramattra's metal heart swelled with happiness as he contemplated the exceptional relationship he shared with you. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you to him. With every passing moment, Ramattra felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the profound connection he had forged with you, cherishing the memories you and him created and eagerly anticipating the countless adventures that lay ahead.

As the nights grew longer, the air grew colder. You had been doing your duties in the monastery, away from Ramattra. There was nothing to it, no ill will intended, it’s just how it was some days.

When you had finally done what needed doing, you finally relaxed, fighting to not fall asleep on the stone floor.

Ramattra had found you curled up beside the crackling fire in one of the meditation rooms as he passed by. The winter air had settled upon the monastery, enveloping everything in a bone-chilling embrace. The thin clothing you wore seemed almost insignificant against the relentless cold, offering little solace against the icy grip of the season.

Your body, huddled and shivering, radiated a palpable sense of vulnerability. Ramattra paused, his optics narrowing as he observed your limited movements. Though his exterior was often perceived as cold and unyielding, there was a flicker of concern in his gaze.

With a deliberate step, he approaches, his movements silent and purposeful. The warmth from the fire cast a soft glow upon his form, creating an almost surreal spectacle.

“There are warmer places to be.” He states, standing behind you.

“Beside the fire is good enough.” You don’t look up at him, eyes focussing on the flickering flames.

The omnic shakes his head, kneeling down and hooking his arms underneath yours, lifting you to your feet as you gasp.

“Hey!” You look at him, the soft glow of the fire illuminating his faceplate. “What was that for?”

“I want to take you somewhere warmer.” His head tilts to the side.

His tone makes you hesitate before you nod, agreeing to his request.

“Then let us go.” He takes your hand in his, walking by your side through the hallways within the monastery. A breeze passes through the open widows, sending a small shiver down your spine to which Ramattra catches on instantly.

He removes his cowl, placing the heavy fabric over your shoulders with little effort as the walking doesn’t cease. The cloak trails on the floor behind you, luckily for the daily sweeping, Ramattra doesn’t mind this happening.

“Thank you.” Moving your hands under the cowl, the warmth from his chassis still remained within the fabric, a breathy sigh escaping your lips. “You’re warm.”

“It is my internal heating.” He chuckles.

You nod, relishing in the warmth. “I like it.”

“I am glad you do.”

He places his hand on your back before opening the door to his room. You could feel the heat immediately on your cheeks.

“Why is it warmer in here than anywhere else?” You ask, stepping inside. It wasn’t the first time being in his room, but this time, it felt different. You were close beside the fire earlier, but now, just a few feet into his room, the heat was significantly hotter… or perhaps it was the ever growing feeling of lust that bubbled inside of you.

"For an omnic, I suppose I do not like the cold, either." His words carry a hint of both amusement and resignation. Omnics, being artificial intelligences, robotic in form, were not typically known for experiencing physical sensations such as cold or heat. However, Ramattra seemed to possess a unique capacity for such emotions, a testament to his advanced programming and sentience.

As Ramattra spoke, he turns his gaze towards the fireplace situated on the opposite wall. A fire crackled merrily within the hearth, the flames dancing and casting a warm glow on the surrounding area. The wood burns with a gentle roar, sending wisps of smoke curling upwards towards the ceiling.

“It’s cosy.” Perhaps it was the heat doing something to you, but there was a strange feeling settling within your body. You had something planned for when you gained the confidence to be dominant, but you figured that was far ahead in the future… Not now.

All you knew was that Ramattra never looked in places he did not need, so he wouldn’t have noticed the box you had slid under his bed a week prior. Out of sight, out of mind.

The omnic notices you staring off into nothingness, eyes distant before he places his hand on your shoulder.

“Is everything okay?”

The question snaps you out of the daze instantly. “Yes, sorry.”

“No apology is necessary.” He removes his hand, adjusting his cowl on your shoulders. “Is something on your mind?”

You blink up at him twice before answering, a sudden surge of confidence flowing through you. “Can we try something new?”

“Something new?” He quotes.”What would you like to try?” Curiosity gets the better of him. You had never been the one to suggest new ideas, usually relying on him to make the decisions, especially when it came down to anything in the bedroom.

You don’t answer him at first as your hands start gliding down his metal forearms. Ramattra watches you, optics scanning you. There was a rise in heat and not just in your cheeks.

Your hands roam his chest, one moving under the fabric of his robe and slipping it down his left arm. It pools at his waist and from there you untie the knot of his sash, folding it neatly and placing it on the dresser. The rest of his attire falls to the floor and he’s unsure of what to do. He takes a small step back before you pick it up and place it on top of the beige material.

“You are being careful.” He states, feeling somewhat nervous at the notion.

“You have one set of robes, I do not wish to see them ruined.” As much as I would want to tear them off, you think.

Hands trail across his chest, fingers dipping into the spaces between metal braces. Fingertips brush over the red lights causing him to shudder, an audible sigh escaping him. He looks so vulnerable right now, allowing you to have your way with him.

You were gentle, not wanting to scare him off. He had never let a human be so close before, never let himself be in this state. He was the one in charge at all times. It was foreign to him and perhaps it always will be.

He feels you push him backwards, his feet clanking against the stone floor before he makes contact with the bed. He sits down, now looking up at you.

“Lay back for me and put your arms above your head.” You say and he obeys.

Ramattra lays back, the bed dipping as his entire weight rests against it.

As he does that, you undress what clothes you had on, slipping off the robe that he had gifted you a month prior, before reaching under his bed and pulling out that box you had saved for this moment. His cowl lay against your shoulders, barely hanging on with how large it was compared to your form.

At first, he wasn’t opposed to the idea of you being on top of him, but when you pull out some rope, something shifts in his systems. Fear? No, you wouldn’t harm him, so he dismissed it. Perhaps it was curiosity? He hums quietly as you place his arms above his head, forearms touching before the rope gradually wraps around the metal. He feels every gentle touch, the sliding of the scratchy material as his sensors pick up what he cannot see. Ramattra focuses on what he can see, albeit, not very much. Had the ceiling always had that crack? The room needs dusting, I can see the particles. Wait, where did you get that box, how long has it been in here, he thought to himself.

When his arms were tightly and properly bound, he hears you move around him, fumbling with something. He didn’t move, so he laid there, watching the dust float past his vision.

Had you always been capable of something like this? Have you been planning this for days, weeks, maybe?

The confidence only rose within you as you straddle him, leaning down to press a kiss to his faceplate where white meets gold. He feels your fingers graze his neck before something foreign wraps around it, pushing against the protected wires that resided in his neck.

He goes to speak but is cut off by a harsh squeeze. The metal of the buckle and prong clicks against each other before resting snugly against his neck. Ramattra looks through the slits of his faceplate, optics looking up at you as the whirring of his fans get audibly louder. When you snap a leash to it, he can’t help but let out a gasp.

“What is this?”

“I told you, I wanted to be in charge for a change.” Your tone was unlike anything he had heard before. You wrap the leash around your hand, a firm grip to signal you were in control. “Be good and lay still.”

Ramattra nods, fingers flexing before relaxing. A small tug pulls his head and neck forward, a grunt escaping his vocaliser in the process.

“Of course.” He mutters.

The power you had over him was daunting, but you knew he trusted you. If he would trust you with his cowl, he’d trust you with whatever you had planned. You had to adjust the cowl the more you moved, however, and Ramattra couldn’t help but chuckle at the way you held it around your shoulders to stop it from slipping down. It was far too big on you, but he won’t deny that it looks good on you.

You lean over him, his cowl dropping to expose your chest, though Ramattra’s optics were on your face. He was studying you, trying to figure out what you had planned for him.

Fingers trail his faceplate, the other hand pulling the leash taut to bring his face closer to yours. You could hear the hum of his inner workings emanating as you press a soft kiss to his forehead.

“You’re heating up.” There was a slight mocking tone to your voice as you speak. “Are you nervous?”

“I do not get nervous.” He lies. He can feel it himself, the way a fuzzy feeling courses through his wires, an uncertainty that he cannot place.

A small hum escapes your throat as your free hand trails down his metal braces, eyes still watching him, ears still listening. His fans pick up speed, whirring faster with each gentle touch and trace. You can feel the heat of his body on the palm of your hand and the further down you go, the hotter he seems to be.

“What are you doing?” Ramattra chokes back a moan, vocaliser clicking and resetting as he feels your hand push against his privacy plate.

“It’s a shame I cannot stop you from talking.” The confidence continues to rise as the omnic makes a noise similar to a scoff.

He knows it’s possible, but he won’t indulge you this time.

A sudden coldness embraces his pelvic area and he shudders before your hand wraps around his cock. Slow, languid motions draw out the lowest of moans from the omnic as his head tilts back. His hips buck into your hand, wanting more friction but you deny him.

“So needy…” You coo, pressing your lips against his left receptor.

Ramattra is bewildered at how confident you suddenly are. From the timid nature you show almost every day to this? Something must have happened for you to be in this mood.

“Please.” He begs, moving his head to the side when you eventually pull back. When he notices the smug look, your hand stopping at the base of his cock, does he remember that you’re in control.

“I am sorry.” His voice drops.

“Better.”

It’s taking everything in his power to not break free from the restraints and turn this around, to have you underneath him and begging in place of him. He feels you shuffle back before your slicked entrance lines up with his cock, another temptation he has to fight; to not thrust up into you.

Ramattra is used to being in control. In full control.

A steady sigh escapes him as he feels you lower yourself down onto him, cock buried deep inside of you.

He feels larger than you remember, or perhaps it was the confidence making him feel different, either way, he felt good.

You settle on his cock, a small grind to adjust your position which sends a wave of pleasure throughout your body. He was rubbing against your sweet spot in just that small of a movement. It wasn’t intentional, but you made sure to tug at the leash.

Ramattra grunts, optics flicking down to you as he tries to steady his thoughts.

Lifting your hips slowly, you draw out a low moan from the omnic beneath you, relishing in the way you saw his fists clench, arms tensing despite the metal being solid.

You hover in that position for a second longer before slamming your hips back down onto him. Biting your lip to stifle your own whimpers and moans, you continue to bounce slowly against his pelvic plates. His cock hits deep inside of you, walls clenching around him in response.

Ramattra wants to break free, to grab your thighs and guide you, to make you go at his pace but the harsh tugging of the leash reminds him that he has no power right now. You control him and his pleasure.

Though the winter air was cold against your chest, your nipples peaking from the frozen air, Ramattra’s cowl continues to provide some warmth across your body alongside the ever growing heat between your legs. The omnic’s chassis was also heating up, wires burning with lust at your newfound confidence.

The rhythmic noises of your ass connecting with his metal body rings softly in the room. Ramattra’s chest hums in ecstasy, vocaliser clicking to reset after each moan or grunt. He wants to turn away from you but every time he tries, you pull him back to face you.

He marvels in your beauty, the confidence radiating from you as you bounce against his lap. He feels your heat, the wetness that drips onto him and down his inner thighs. What he would give to grasp you, knead into your plump thighs and ass. It was almost torture for him.

Your moans continuously flood his receptors as you lose yourself to the pleasure at long last. With his cock driving into you at a steady fast pace, he can’t help but admire the dedication. The sheen of sweat that covers your stomach, small beads dripping down your temple to your collarbone; the firelight illuminating you entirely. You look ethereal above him.

The grinding of your hips when you tire out only teases him more. Humans and their stamina, the omnic thinks to himself.

Ramattra’s vision suddenly gets blinded by cooling errors. His fans were whirring loudly but were luckily hidden behind the moaning coming from both you and him. He fears they might burn out if you continue to tease him like this so in between minor refreshes, he pumps cooling fluid through his chassis.

When you take a moment to recollect yourself, you lean over to him, pulling the leash to bring his head a little closer before your hand catches his jaw. Your thumb gently rubs against the golden metal as you plant a kiss on his faceplate, your breath ghosting over the white.

“You look pretty like this.” Your fingers stroke the edge of his faceplate which sends an unexpected shiver down the omnic’s back cable.

Ramattra could feel a tingling sensation coursing through his body once again. Perhaps he was finally feeling that flustered emotion he makes you experience time and time again. A simple compliment makes such a difference and now he understands your emotions that little bit more.

You loosen your grip on the leash as you place your hands on either side of his head, pulling up his cabled mane from under him, letting them clack against his arms above his head.

He sighs, not realising that he had been feeling uncomfortable from those cables this entire time.

“I thank you.” His voice cracks before resetting.

You smile as you slide backwards against him, his cock still inside of you. You draw out a guttural moan from Ramattra, one that you had never heard before which causes you to smirk.

“Oh?”

He turns his head to the side almost as if he was ashamed but that didn’t last long as your fingers and thumb grip his chin to make him face you.

“Don’t turn away from me.”

He attempts to move his head away again just to see what you would do and when you sharply turn him back, grip tightening, he gives in. You were not letting him go no matter how hard he may try.

Ramattra knows his strength; he knows how easy he could turn this entire scene around, but the look on your face as you sit back up and continue to ride his cock was the only thing stopping him.

Why should he deny your pleasure? Perhaps he could aid you, despite your domination over him.

He waits, focussing on your features; the scrunching of your face as you chase your high, the slipping of his cowl on your shoulders that you hold up with your free hand. Oh, those collarbones shining from the sweat and firelight, he wants to trace them with his fingers. Your hips that curved perfectly, he wants to grab them as he pounds you into the mattress.

Ramattra’s restraint was waning, a coil burning up inside of him as he hides behind static. He wants to turn his head and avoid your gaze when you slip back into the moment and tug at the leash.

“Fuck…” You head dipped before your body fell forward, hands grasping at his metal chest braces. Your hips didn’t stop slamming down onto his cock, hitting just that bit deeper that sent sparks flying.

He could feel you clenching around him, the telltale sign that you were close. Your breathing hitches, whimpers escaping your throat as you bite down hard on one of the tubes that runs down his neck.

Ramattra groans out, a mix of pain and pleasure as his head tilts back, system flaring with errors.

Saliva mixed with contact oil drips from your lips and onto the leather collar, teeth sinking into the tubing that little bit further.

The omnic stutters your name before involuntarily thrusting up into you, head lolling back before his systems crash. The sudden push inside of you causes you to slip over the edge, almost screaming his name as you came around him.

Spasming walls eventually relax alongside your panting after you ride your high out, though Ramattra lay motionless beneath you.

His systems take a minute or so before coming back online, his fans whirring softly alongside the crackling of the fire.

The subtle sting of a bruise begins to form inside of you, but that does not deter you from seeking one more whilst the omnic is still in his booting up state.

Slow, rhythmic rolls of your hips pull another static filled moan from Ramattra. His optics calibrate as he stares up at you, fingers flexing before relaxing. System errors clear, your face and body in view.

The cocky smirk on your face after he moans once more was all he needed to turn the tables. His hips buck into you, causing you to whimper and fall back to his chest and whilst you try to collect yourself, wanting to tug that leash and scold him for his movements, his arms were broken free from your restraints.

Padded hands grab at your hips and squeeze, which in turn makes you yelp out. You turn your head to look at him, eyes wide.

“Playtime is over.” His tone was low as he moves his leg, hooking yours with it and rolling you over. With your head landing back on the pillow with a soft thud, you can’t help but admire the sight above you.

Pulling down on the leash, you bring him close to your face, the shock quickly diminishing.

“I won’t go down so easily.” You tilt your head forward in defiance and Ramattra scoffs, pushing deeper into you.

Biting your lip to stifle a moan, Ramattra chuckles, his chest rumbling as his snakes his hand up your side.

“Is that so, pet?” Just those words alone made you clench down on him and he feels it all too well.

He watches you, almost like he’s waiting for a reaction. Slowly, almost torturously does he slip out of you, listening to the gasp you let out from being empty.

“Not so confident now, are you?” You could hear the smirk in his tone as he thrusts back into you. One hand was on your side, trailing over your skin before gripping your hip tightly while the other hand moves down, padded thumb pressing gently against your clit.

Small circular movements send sparks flying as you writhe underneath him, moaning and cussing under your breath.

“Awh, look at you.” He hums, cock buried deep inside of you as he presses his faceplate against your neck. A small vibration is felt; a kiss. “So good for me.”

Ramattra didn’t slow down as he fucks you rough, thumb moving at a faster pace to draw out your whimpers and pleas.

“R-Ramattra…” Despite the dwindling confidence, you pull on the leash. “Do not cum.”

“Oh?” He chuckles. “I believe you are close. Are you able to hold out that long?”

You glare up at him, that snarky tone of his fueling the fire. “Try me.”

“Looks like my little pet still has some confidence.”

A subtle smirk crosses your lips. “Are you forgetting something?” You press a hand against his tubing at his hips before tugging at it which causes his vocaliser to glitch mid moan and momentarily pause his movements. “That’s what I thought.”

Ramattra scoffs when he regains control, thumb pressed against your clit but not moving. He feels the heat, the throbbing, the way you clench down on his cock. “Perhaps you do not quite understand.”

He doesn’t wait before he slams his hips back against your body, rough motions driving you closer to the edge once more. You retaliate, squeezing the tubing, any free cable you could find before sinking your teeth back down on his neck.

His hand moves from your hip, settling down beside your shoulder for support as he stays atop of you. The slapping of metal and skin resonates within the room, the fire still burning bright and softly illuminating the two of you as you both get lost in pleasure and fighting for dominance.

You knew you couldn’t flip him over, you just had to do what you could from below. Biting, scratching, tugging, whatever would rouse a reaction form the omnic.

Ramattra enjoyed the struggle, watching you writhe underneath him as he continued to abuse your aching cunt. The way your face contorts in pleasure and then a single moment of defiance causes him to move faster, harder.

It was taking everything in you to not fall, to not give him the satisfaction that he was in control. Ramattra will not win, not this time.

Tugging the leash again, you bring him back down, fingers grazing the golden metal as you catch his head in your hands. You stare up at him, lust crazed eyes as you move your legs, wrapping them around his back to secure him in place.

“You do not give in, do you?” He smirks, pushing that little bit further inside of you. His body heats up at the moan you let out, receptors echoing it to his systems.

“Not tonight.” You pull him down, hands tangling within his cabled mane as you trace your tongue over the underside of his jaw before sliding back down his neck. You feel him shudder under your touch, though his thrusts don’t falter.

He wants to fight back, push you deep against the mattress and fuck you mercilessly but there was something about tonight that holds him back. The defiance that you show makes him want to see how far you’ll push.

Ramattra feels you grab at the cable down his spine, a whimpered cuss escapes from your lips as you bury your head against his shoulder, teeth grazing his frame.

You’re slipping and he knows it.

He slows down his tormenting movements against your clit as he speaks, tone teasing. “How long can you last, pet?”

“Shut up…” You whimper, eyes shut tight as you hold onto the omnic, moans and whimpers warming his receptors. Every thrust, every pinch and squeeze pushes you closer. It wasn’t going to take much, but you weren’t willing to let go just yet.

Ramattra shuffles his arm under your back, holding you against his chassis and closing that small space between him and you. He feels you tense, stuttering your whines.

He wants to speak, but the teeth that sink into his tubing causes him to do the same, stuttered and static moans breaking through.

“Cum for me…” You moan, biting down once more as your hand tugs at the cable in his back. He hates how sensitive he can get around you, but he loves the way you make him feel.

Ramattra’s hand gently scratches your back as he continues to thrust into you, eventually getting sloppy as his systems overheat. Errors cloud his vision but before he has chance to shut down from system overload, he hears your cries and feels you clench and spasm around him.

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When he finally reboots awhile later, seemingly longer than the last time, his hold on you loosens. He hears your soft breathing, the gentle rise and fall of your chest against his, the soft thumping of your heart.

He speaks out, as he lifts himself away from you. “Are you okay?”

You hum in response, the mattress suddenly feeling a lot more comfortable than before. “Are you?”

He shakes his head but not in response to your question, wanting you to answer him first as his cock slips out of you, a small whine from you makes him chuckle. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” You smile at him. “Yes, I’m fine.” You look at his neck and the teeth marks that are deep in his tubing before noticing a small droplet of oil seeping through. “Is it bad?”

“No.” He speaks as he cleans up, gently pressing a towel against your bruised cunt. “A simple fix.”

You lets out a relieved sigh, jerking slightly as he cleans you up, still sensitive from your climax.

“Your confidence was surprising, I will give you that.” He states as he pulls up a blanket and rests besides you, hand trailing your stomach in soothing motions. His cowl still rests against your shoulders as you cuddle up close to him, you own fingers trailing his metal braces.

The warmth of his body was comfortable against your bare skin, the soft humming of his inner workings lulling you to sleep. “Thank you.” Your voice was soft, almost a mumble as you try to stay awake.

Your hand gently holds onto the leash that was still situated around his neck. Maybe he forgot about removing it when cleaning up, or perhaps he was waiting for you to do the honours of taking it off, but either way, it served as a reminder for the night you had just spent. The fire stays burning on the other side of the room as the two of you lay together on the bed, wrapped up in the blanket and fighting the exhaustion that was slowly taking over. However, it was a losing battle as your body relaxes and sleep drags you under.

His arms pull you closer to him, hand brushing against your arm as he pulls the cowl up to cover your shoulder. “Perhaps next time you will not slip.” He chuckles.

“Next time you will obey.” A sharp yet sleepy tug on the leash causes the omnic to squeeze your arm in a startled response.

“We shall see about that.”

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geminiskylight · 5 months ago

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IM BACK !!! Sorry for being absent for a while had a lot of art block but now I’m back with a little post of my little bean saying hello !

Also tried a new brush and a new Color technique

#undertale #undertale aus #frisk #dreamtale frisk #dreamtale #my art #au

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habken · 1 year ago

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hi Habs! :D i love your art and have seen ppl say they want to eat it and i would also like to partake lol. have you ever explained your methods of doing digital art? i love traditional but i would like to branch out into digital. i've tried different applications like krita, sketchbook, and sketch.io but i don't really vibe with them (if that makes sense). any tips?

Hello ! Haha thank you ! Totally get what you mean about vibes, I’ve used a few different programs, and I like paint tool sai and clip studio paint the most, and mostly use csp now !

Took me a long time to get into digital art, and the biggest breakthrough I had was that I didn’t have to do line art lol, now I only do it when necessary and 99% of my stuff is cleaned up sketches. Changing my process completely changed how I felt about my art for the better. It keeps my work dynamic, and also lessens feeling of the sketch looking better than the linework!

Generally my process is sketch, duplicate the layer and clean it (sometimes put the old layer on a low opacity so I can make sure I’m staying true to the sketch, so it’s like lineart with extra steps lol) then I block in one colour under the lines, either make a new layer with a clipping mask, or lock the opacity and colour on that layer.

For colouring, I usually use a single layer, I put down messy flats and shadows then clean it up and render it, add highlights and funky details and then I’m done. I’ve explained my colouring process here before, and I have a time lapse that shows my sketching/colouring process here.

I have shaky hands, so a lot of my brushes have stabilization turned up, usually I set it at 15 on csp brushes idk how that translates to other programs though.

For my sketches/clean up, I like using brushes that have little to no variation in brush size, and have varying density or opacity. Not for everyone but I like how it makes my work look and I end up liking my stuff a lot more like that. Usually I keep my sketches at the start really light and build up pressure as I clean

In general, I think the best thing to do is try a whole bunch of methods and figure out what works and what doesn’t! Lots of people have very different processes, so looking at how other artists work and trying out how they do stuff for yourself can be great for learning! Good luck with digital art!

#ask #art tips

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shallyne · 7 months ago

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The Diary of Feyre Archeron Ch 4

CHAPTER FOUUUUUUR! YAY!!! All chapters on A03

Words: 1.6k

TW: signs of a panic attack, death, implied murder

July 19th

It's barely daybreak and we already got bad news. Mom had a stroke last night, so severe that she's now in a coma. I tried talking to Nesta but she didn't reply and just left, Elain still seems in shock. I don't know how I feel, it all just seems going downward right now and there is no way to stop it. Is it possible to feel nothing about mom's stroke? Maybe I am in shock but I don't feel like I am in shock, I just, I feel nothing. Does that make me a bad person? Maybe it does, maybe I am a bad person but if I am a bad person, then mom is a bad person, too.

I'm trying not to think too much about it, Elain and Nesta are more important right now because they do feel something, and I want to make sure that they know I am there for them if they want to talk. I doubt they will but it's always nice to know that there is someone, right?

Also, should we tell dad? Should we tell him soon or wait for some news? He's going to be devastated, like we were when we lost everything because of his antics.

I shouldn't go down this route right now, maybe another time.

Well, I guess it's time now to get ready for school, maybe Rhys will distact me from this shitshow my family is right now.

July 20th

Rhys told me today that he needs to talk to me soon about something important, whenever I have time. I only have time next Saturday and he was okay with meeting in the little park close to school then, so it can't be urgent.

OMG, maybe he's asking me on a date? That MUST be it!! I don't know how I am just thinking about it. Maybe I can borrow a dress from Nesta for Saturday and wear a little makeup. I don't know much about makeup, maybe Elain can help me. This is so exciting. FINALLY!! I'm totally saying yes but not instantly, he took long enough to ask me on a date.

I'll let my hair open, I know he likes it. I did it once and he told me I looked pretty, so that's a given. I also have this perfume I'm only wearing for special occasions, I'll use that, too.

Maybe I can get some details about it in the following week.

This is the best day of my life!!!!

Also, Ianthe has been a bitch to me. Rhys had told me she kept flirting with him after he rejected her a bajillion times and I told her to go away after she tried AGAIN. Unbelievable, right?

Such a shame she smashed her hand in her locker door in the PE changing room where no one could see us her.

I hope it heals just fine, would be sad if it didn't.

July 21st

I'm trying to draw and I just can't. Everytime I try I'm staring at a blank canvas, which is just as blank as my mind. I thought the maybe-date with Rhys would inspire me at least a little but it's impossible. I have a creative block. Even thinking about picking up a pencil or a brush takes all my energy, I never felt this way about painting. Painting was always my escape, I was always good at expressing any feeling through art. Now, I just get angry. I want to take the canvas and throw it away. I like having this diary but it's not the same as painting, I can't express myself in words like I do in sketches and paintings, or even scribbles. That part of me just feels empty now, like someone stole all the colors, all lights and feelings and shapes. It's a void.

Elain looked at my canvas and told me to give it a few days, maybe she's right. It's a stressful time for us all. We will get through this and then we go back to our normal lives because everything will be okay.

I'm trying to tell myself that at least, like Elain does, but there is always a little voice in my head that doubts any happiness will come our way.

The feeling of impending doom is still there, gripping me everyday, reminding me that all is not okay. Maybe it's just a puberty thing, I'm sure Nesta and Elain went through the same thing. I wouldn't know, talking about feelings in the Archeron household is like eating a steak as a vegan. You don't do it.

July 26th

Rhys is dead to me.

He and his stupid father don't exist anymore, not in my world. They are dead. DEAD.

Rhys hadn't invited me to ask me on a date, I didn't get ready, borrowed Nesta's dress, let Elain do my makeup, use my good perfume, because he wanted to ask me on a date. No, he invited me to tell me that he is the reason for ruining my life. My whole family's life. That we have NOTHING! Okay fine, it's his father's fault but what's the difference? I AM SO ANGRY. He just moved here to ruin my father's business because of some stupid deal my father broke. Speaking of father, my father is just as dead to me. He can rot in hell, I hope he rots in prison. My sister's are suffering because of HIM. Because of his decisions, because of Rhysand's family. I hate my father, I hate Rhysand's father, I hate Rhysand.

I must have looked just as distraught as I feel because Nesta knew instantly that something happened when I came home. I told her everything, her and Elain, and she is seething.

I can't believe I fell for Rhysand, I can't believe I fell for a fucking lie.

I'm just so angry I can barely breathe. I can't breathe. I can't fucking breathe.

How am I supposed to see Rhysand everyday at school and not scream at him, at the unfairness of it all. How can I ever look at myself, live with myself, for falling foe his tricks to get close to me like a fool.

It was all a lie.

Dad's business was a lie.

Our life was a lie.

Rhysand was a big fucking lie.

I can't breathe.

July 31st

I'm sitting in a train.

The last twenty-four hours five days felt like a bad nightmare, one I just want to wake up from. But it's not a nightmare, is it? It's real.

Mom is dead. They said it was the stroke. Rhysand said it wasn't. I don't know why I believe him but he looked genuine. Maybe I am a fool for trusting him in this but Nesta seems to believe him, too.

Ruining my father's business wasn't the last of Rhysand's father's plans for my father. My father ruined a big deal, now Rhysand's father ruins his life. Meaning that he sends out his men to kill the people my father loves. Which includes my mother. And his daughters.

I think this is how shock feels, feeling like an empty shell. Every movement feels robotic, only muscle memory making me move.

Nesta told me that Rhysand's brothers knocked like crazy on the front door, the tall one was even short of breaking the freaking door down, to warn them about the threat on their lives. Meanwhile Rhysand dragged me out of that diner, kicking and screaming. I didn't want to listen, I didn't want to touch him, but he didn't budge. He brought me to my sisters. Telling me the plan.

The plan to send us away, to a friend who can help us. I think his name was Jurian. We are traveling to him now, he lives in a little city near Austin.

After that we won't be the Archeron’s anymore, we will live under another name, in a city far away.

I don't even know why Rhysand helped us, why would he care. He used me as a pawn for his father and now he helps us running away? I know that he said he never used me but the timing of befriending me seemed convenient. He also said he wouldn't track us after we got our new identities in Austin, but I don't know if I believe him. Maybe his friend will rat us out.

I made a promise to myself when we entered the train station this morning. I promised to keep Nesta and Elain safe, whatever it takes. They used me, they got my mom but they won't get my sister's.

Also, dear diary, this will be my last entry. Nesta wanted me to burn my diary, so it couldn't be tracked to us, but we compromised and I would keep it hidden wherever we end up. Never touch it again.

It was nice to have you as a silent companion as long as it lasted.

Bye

Excerpt from a group chat between Rhysand, Morrigan, Cassian and Azriel

Azriel: They just left Jurian’s house.

Cassian: so, that's it?

Morrigan: no contact anymore, it's to keep them safe, Cassian

Cassian: I know but how sure can we be that Aamon’s men won't track them down?

Rhysand: they won't

Cassian: but can we be SURE

Azriel: yes

Morrigan: Rhys, have you told Feyre?

Rhysand: no, it wasn't the time

Morrigan: there will never be the perfect time to tell someone you love them but it was your last chance

Rhysand: I know

Cassian: maybe it won't be forever

Rhysand: maybe

Morrigan: maybe

Azriel: maybe

Feysand Taglist:

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader

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ufo-driver · 1 year ago

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Could Ty-Lee be considered an energy bender?

I wouldn’t doubt if someone had already considered this theory before, but I tried finding if anyone had this idea. Nothing came up, so I guess I have to talk about it!

This semester, I have a TV in my dorm room, and a cool roommate to watch ATLA with. He has never seen the show, and quickly fell in love with it. Through his eyes, I’ve been seeing it all for the first time with new thoughts…

Introduction:

I know that Aang discovers energy bending at the end of the show. This is, of course, how he removes Ozai’s fire bending, rendering him powerless.

While energy bending is shown and described, very little detail is given in terms of its limitations, leaving me with many questions;

Is the Avatar the only person who can be an energy bender?

Is energy bending only accessible via Lion Turtle, or can it be inherited like other methods of bending?

Is the level of energy bending displayed by Aang only representative of a fully realized energy bending master combined with the power of the Avatar?

If methods of bending are learned from nature- fire from dragons and the sun, air from flying bison, water from the moon, and earth from badger moles- then energy bending must be granted from lion turtles. Does this mean that all other creatures can theoretically gift a human with bending abilities?

With all these questions left unanswered, it is hard to give a concrete answer to the nature of energy bending. What makes this even more complicated is the abilities of Ty-Lee.

Ty-Lee and Her Power

There are already many theories that debate Ty-Lee’s ancestry and its connection to Air Nomad Refugees. I am not opposed to the idea that she could have air bending abilities, but it would only be consistent with the canon if she was unaware of them; hence why she only “seems” to air bend. However, this can be explained as many years of practice and strength training that allows her to defy gravity.

The power that captured my attention in my latest re-watch is her unique ability of chi-blocking. Before, I accepted this as a form of general martial arts that she had learned over time, as being connected to Azula would easily grant her access to higher levels of self defense training.

However, I then compare her abilities to Aang. Ty-Lee has the ability to temporarily remove someone’s bending, something that she calls “chi-blocking.”

If I recall correctly, the entire concept of Chi is that it’s spiritual energy that flows everywhere. Ty-Lee, most likely unaware of her ability, is literally energy bending.

Of course, this would be the case assuming that not only the Avatar can energy bend, along with confirmation that full removal of bending is only possible at a level of energy bending mastery with the power of the Avatar.

Ex) while toph is powerful, I doubt she could move tectonic plates and create a separate island like Kiyoshi did

Another thing that makes Ty-Lee’s “chi blocking” interesting to me is her canonical ability to see people’s auras. Because she is able to manipulate chi, she can go as far to **physically see** the chi (or energy) that surrounds people’s bodies.

Of course, it would be easy to brush off as a metaphor, or even just Ty-Lee being a bit kooky. However, the latest rewatch made me realize that she says it so matter-of-factly, as if she has been able to do this her entire life, as if this is her normal.

I also want to point out that her ability to see auras could be similar to how Toph is able to earth bends: they can feel and “see” the medium they are bending, thus making it easier for them to bend.

It could be explained that her ability to disable someone’s bending is just another form of her ability to disable someone’s use of their arm (see when she fights Sokka). However, those are genuine pressure points, and this method of fighting has been studied scientifically.

This is not at all like the method of temporarily disabling bending. There are no physical signs of this; no muscle weakness, atrophy, or numbness. All that happens is the loss of bending, which can be seen as well when Aang defeats Ozai.

Of course, for this to be true would also mean that bending is of another energy that would inevitably cause a deficit once removed, causing physical weakness.

Because Ty-Lee is not on the same power level of Aang, assuming that his power is what allows him to remove bending, she can only block chi. Of course, it is possible that Ty-Lee unknowingly has this ability and just never has the necessary situation to use it.

This would explain why Katara, only having her energy disconnected temporarily and not removed, would not experience any physical effects as there would not be an energy deficit.

What Would this Mean for Ty-Lee’s Character?

If Ty-Lee is an energy bender, it raises many questions of her origins that could be important to the overall writing of ATLA.

Although the children born of the previous Avatars only have been seen to bend what their original bending nation was, it could be possible that Ty-Lee inherited her energy bending from relation to previous Avatars.

Whether this is because she is related to a distant air nomad Avatar or even Roku (which could explain how she had the possibility of meeting Azula in the first place, as she could be of a noble family).

In the show, Aang faces every kind of bender, many of them being more advanced in skill than Aang. The threat of Ty-Lee’s potential energy bending would seem powerful and impossible to overcome. This makes Aang’s mastery of energy bending more satisfying!

This could also explain why Azula confront’s Ty-Lee in the beginning of season 2. Knowing of her ability, Azula would absolutely monopolize it in case it needs to be used on the Avatar. Azula could have gotten any skilled fighter to accompany her, and yet she chose Azula.

You may ask, “well then why is Mai there?” In my opinion, including Mai is just a method for Azula to manipulate Zuko (knowing of their romantic history) and use Mai’s presence as psychological warfare. Her skill, although apparent, is irrelevant to fighting in general. This is its own separate theory, though.

Is Ty-Lee the Only Energy Bender Seen in ATLA?

The more that I analyze the show, I think of how Ty-Lee is very connected with spirituality. When I observe other “spiritual” characters, I also think of Iroh.

It is important to note that Iroh was jaded for his entire life by the programming from the fire nation. Assuming that Iroh has only began his spiritual journey after his failure at Ba Sing Se, he has not put much time into practicing this.

Ty-Lee has spent her entire life fine tuning her skills, unlike Iroh.

I think that energy bending, unlike other bending methods, could be learned. Considering chi is constantly flowing and is everywhere, it is inherently more available than other types of bending.

While Iroh can’t bend energy, he is tapped into chi and spirituality in general. He seems to know things that others don’t, somehow being able to say the exact thing someone needs to hear.

This is something that Ty-Lee can also do. She is often needing to read emotions, and placates Azula when she is at her most stressed. This is basically the much unhealthier version of Iroh and Zuko’s relationship.

So while the level of energy bending shown from Ty-Lee is not matched by other spiritual characters, it does seem that it can be learned over time while others have a higher predisposition. If anything, I’d compare it to midi-chlorians allowing people to have a higher sensitivity to the Force.

As far as canon from the show alone goes, Ty-Lee seems to be self taught, the show implying that only circus training could teach her this fighting method. Color me not-convinced.

Note; I do believe that there are energy benders alone in LOK, but I haven’t seen the entire show as it didn’t do the same thing for me that ATLA did. I know it’s important to consider all sources, but this is what I have! Feel free to reblog with explanations/thoughts that correct anything in this post.

#avatar the last airbender #avatar zuko #katara #aang #princess azula #uncle iroh #atla iroh #atla fanart #atla theory #legend of korra #ty lee avatar #avatar #if this is canon I’m so sorry #i spent too much time on this #I should have been doing homework #why do I have the ability to write an essay on ATLA and not my actual coursework

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sphylor · 1 year ago

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a little thingy about Mountain painting Rain under the cut (transmasc Rain, cunt/clit/tdick used for him. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLS AND THANK YOU.) the pose i'm imagining for this is the pose in this gorgeous piece of art by @divine-misfortune (who also contributed ideas to this hfsjdhbf)

Mountain was a skilled artist. When he wasn't sitting at his drum kit or out in the greenhouse caring for his plants, he set brush to canvas or pencil to paper and let himself get lost in his work. The other ghouls would frequently marvel at his ability to extract the inherent beauty of things which may seem mundane at first glance. The rippling surface of the lake, for example, or the ivy climbing up the side of the worn stone of the abbey. Things which one might walk past every single day without a second thought becoming breathtaking works of art under his skilled hand.

Just by taking a glance at his works it would be clear to anyone that he drew the majority of his inspiration from nature. As an earth ghoul how could he not? But he would be lying if he said that his favourite muse was not now standing in front of him, leaning up against a block of marble, draped in a sheer white dress. Rain looked like a statue of a Greek goddess, carved to perfection by devoted hands. Mountain wanted to reflect the worship in his art. And so he carefully studied him.

He studied the soft curls that framed his face and came to rest around his silvery gills. The beautiful curve of his nose. How the piercings on his perfect little tits were clearly visible through the thin fabric he wore, and how he could see the second set of gills flutter and ripple just underneath. As his eyes travelled down the curve of his waist he noticed the growing damp patch in between the water ghoul's thighs. It made the already sheer fabric practically see through and Mountain swore he could see Rain's cute little t-dick poking out from between his folds.

His brush had been still on the canvas for at least 15 minutes now as he caught himself staring and resumed his work. Not once had Rain glanced his way. If he had noticed the absence of sounds from Mountain, he hadn't brought attention to it. In fact, he knew that Rain was greatly enjoying the attention he knew he was getting. He only had to look down to see so. It was driving Mountain mad, quite frankly.

When his brush stilled again as he caught himself staring at his plush lips, the water ghoul's blue eyes finally turned to look in his direction. Mountain watched as the corners of his mouth turned up into a smirk and something snapped inside him. He was suddenly overcome with the all encompassing urge to ruin the ghoul that stood before him.

Rain gave out a little chirp of surprise when Mountain sidestepped the easel and grabbed him by his hips, turning him around and bending him over the block of marble he had been leaning up against. Rain immediately started rocking his hips back as Mountain’s cock strained against his zipper.

“Was this your goal, Rain lily? When you asked me to paint you, did you plan on acting like such a little whore that I’d have no choice but to pose you myself?” Mountain growled into Rain’s ear as lifted up his dress. As expected, the water ghoul was already dripping, clearly anticipating this turn of events. He ran a finger between his folds and dragged it up towards his clit, circling it slowly and eliciting a shudder from the ghoul beneath him.

“Mountain. please-” Rain tried to gasp but was quickly cut off by a large hand around his throat. Not quite squeezing yet but the threat very much there.

“Shh… Statues don’t speak.” the earth ghoul whispered as he dipped into Rain’s cunt.

...

When he was done, Mountain zipped himself back up and gently lifted Rain’s boneless body to sit on the marble plinth. He pressed a kiss on the top of Rain’s head and moved back to his easel. From there he could admire the new masterpiece he had just created. Rain looked well and truly wrecked. Curls of hair stuck to his forehead, the rest falling limply around his face, framing it like a portrait. And what a pretty portrait it was. Eyes slightly glassy and pupils blown. His skin was painted with a deep blush that travelled down his neck, where a handprint of paint had been left over his throat. He was covered in paint from Mountain’s hands, in fact. Large smudges of blue covered the water ghoul’s thighs, as well as his chest, which heaved rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.

Beautiful, Mountain thought, and set his brush back to work.

“Try not to move too much. There’s a good statue…”

#mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfic #yeah...#i didnt proofread this btw lol

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101flavoursofweird · 1 year ago

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4 with Kipo and someone else for the Little moments prompts?

((tThank you for this, and I’m sure it took so long to write! I needed to brush up on my Kipo knowledge :D))

Set: A couple of months after Emilia’s defeat, but before the five year time-skip. Kipo, Benson and the gang are living in Las Vista.

Spoilers: For most of the series, especially the ending of Season 3.

Warnings: Friends arguinh and reference to major character death.

Note: This was inspired by Rad Sechrist’s official art for the Wolf Movie, which shows Wolf returning home and hugging Kipo after being gone a long time. We see Wolf is present in Las Vistas after the timeskip, but it’s possible she left and returned home sometime during those five years.

Title: Cure for Lonliness

Summary: Wolf wants to leave Las Vistas. Kipo isn’t happy with this development. Benson provides comfort.

Right when the mega jaguar was tearing through Las Vistas— right when Benson needed a lift off Buff Dave— Dave went and transformed into a senior bug.

Benson chucked Dave into the restaurant. “Troy— take care of Dave!” Benson shouted, ignoring Dave’s complaints that he was too old for a babysitter. “Stay inside! This could be bad…”

Was someone attacking the city? Had Kipo gone to confront them? Was Wolf helping Kipo…?

Had mega-Amelia returned to carry out her revenge?

Benson slammed the shutter over the restaurant window and locked the front door.

He scanned the sky, but there was no sign of an air assault. What did catch Benson’s eye was a mega dragonfly— perfect timing!

Though Benson was far from fluent, he had picked up some Dragonfly from Dave.

Frantically waving to the dragonfly, Benson managed to express— through a series of zip sounds and raspberries— that he needed a lift.

The dragonfly swooped down to pick him up and they zoomed after Kipo.

A couple of Las Vistas residents— including the Humming Bombers, the Umlaut Snäkes, and the Scooter Skunks— also tried to follow, but Benson indicated for them to keep back.

Whatever was happening, Kipo could handle it… right?

Benson squinted at the outskirts of Las Vistas— he couldn’t see any attackers— when the mega jaguar suddenly shrank from his view. “Kipo!”

Was she hurt? Had Amelia— or one of her followers— finally perfected a ‘cure’ to take out the mega jaguar?

Or had Kipo decided to talk to an enemy instead of fighting them?

(Benson really hoped it was the latter!)

Benson steered the dragonfly down to the streets below.

No one was living in this part Las Vistas yet (Thankfully!)— expect for some trees, shrubs and flowers escaping from cracks in the concrete.

Benson ran around the street, calling for Kipo, until he found her curled up in a ball on the road.

“Kipo! Are you okay?” He rushed to her side— not caring if there were enemies nearby— knelt beside her, and rested a hand on her shoulder. Kipo was shaking slightly.

“What happened…?” Benson trailed off as Kipo lifted her face, which was covered in tear tracks.

(He hadn’t seen Kipo cry since… since…)

Inspecting Kipo’s limbs for injuries, Benson intoned, “Are you hurt?”

Sniffling, Kipo shook her head.

Gently, Benson released her. “So, we’re not under attack?”

Kipo‘a voice emerged as a croak. “N-no…”

“But you’re still hurting.” It was a dumb observation— of course Kipo was still hurting, after the loss she had experienced— but this pain seemed fresh. New.

Had someone upset Kipo? But who in Las Vistas would want to do that?

“I… I’m… Yes, okay, I am,” Kipo admitted. She pulled her knees up to her chest. “Happy?”

“No, because you’re unhappy!” Benson exclaimed. For a moment, he considered playing some upbeat music to lift Kipo’s mood, but then he thought better of it.

Kipo didn’t need to block out her sad feelings— she needed to work through them.

“That’s.. that’s okay— you’re allowed to be unhappy. Can you just… tell me why?”

“Wolf wants to leave,” Kipo mumbled.

“Uh…” Benson thought he had misheard. “What?”

“Wolf. Wants. To. Leave,” Kipo repeated, grinding her teeth together on each word.

“Like— leave your house?” Benson said, though he highly doubted this was the answer.

Since they had all settled in the city, Kipo and her parents had invited Wolf to live with them— and Mandu. (Their invites had also extended to Benson, but he had decided to stay with Troy and his dad. Dave was bunking with Jamack.)

Wolf had accepted and, for a while, things seemed to be working out, as far as Benson was aware. But lately, he had noticed how Wolf was hanging out with Kipo less and less…

One reason for this was that Kipo had resumed her school studies with some of the former burrow kids. (Troy had decided he was done with school after prahm.)

Wolf hadn’t wanted to attend school— not even Lio’s classes— and no one had forced her to do so.

While Kipo was busy learning, Wolf had been spending some time with Benson, Troy, Dave and Mandu… but Benson wasn’t sure what Wolf did with the rest of her time.

They didn’t need to fight or forage anymore, now that everyone was coexisting in Las Vistas.

Yes, there was still the occasional squabble between humans and mutes (Just last week, Dave had ‘borrowed’ Benson’s backpack without permission!) but for the most part, they were resolved peacefully.

What was a survivor meant to do in an environment where you no longer had to survive?

“She wants to leave home,” Kipo said. She threw out her arms, gesturing around them. “Leave Las Vistas!”

Benson frowned. “Have you asked her why—?”

“Of course I have!” Kipo sat up straight. Benson also shifted with a wince. (It wasn’t exactly comfortable on the hard ground!)

He watched as Kipo did her best Wolf impression— complete with a scowl, narrowed eyes and a tense voice.

“Kipo, I know how much your mom is trying, but it’s been months and she hasn’t made any progress with an anti-cure!”

Kipo replied as herself, “I’m sorry! Mom’s been struggling since we… since the funeral, but she’s still been doing everything she can with the limited resources she has—“

“Maybe it’s time we looked for other resources, outside the city…”

“That’s not a bad idea! You, me, Benson, Dave and Mandu can search for resources and bring them back here. It’ll be just like the good ol’ days!”

“…No, Kipo. It won’t be US…”

At this point, Kipo dropped the impression. She growled and tore a tuft of grass out of the road.

“Wolf doesn’t want any of us to go with her! She’d rather go with… with…” Kipo chucked the shreds of grass into the air. “Her old pack!”

“Margot and Rupert?” Benson breathed as the grass drifted away on a light breeze. “But they’re…”

Kipo gave him a jerky nod.

Wolf’s determination to find an anti-cure suddenly made a lot more sense.

There has been sightings of two young wolves— quadrupedal ‘cured’ wolves— roaming around the edge of Las Vistas.

Did Wolf fear these could be her former pack members? Or, even if they weren’t, did she still want to find them? To help them…?

“They’re not like they used to be,” Benson said sombrely.

None of the ‘cured’ mutes had shown any signs of improvement yet. They hadn’t returned to their original sizes, and most of their memories were still out of reach.

Clearly, there were some things they remembered, like Brad’s love of canned cheese, and Yumyan’s penchant for chasing butterflies. And they were all still fond of their old friends!

None of the ‘cured’ mutes were aggressive— not even Bad Billions, who had once threatened to make a meal out of Benson and Co at the Observatory… and that was before he got hit by a ‘cure’ dart!

Just the other day, Bad Billions had happily let Kipo pat him on the head.

Would Wolf’s former pack members— if they had been ‘cured’— behave in the same way? Would they accept Wolf if she approached them?

“They might be harmless now,” Kipo grunted, “but what if Wolf does find a way to cure— I mean, anti-cure them? What if Margot and Rupert betray her again…?”

Honestly, Benson had had similar thoughts when Margot asked for Wolf’s help to rescue her brother.

Margot hadn’t just abandoned Wolf all those years ago— she and the rest of their pack had hunted Wolf like prey!

But despite everything, Margot had claimed she still cared about Wolf— that she’d always cared— and she had only betrayed Wolf because her parents hadn’t given her a choice…

Just like Emilia hadn’t given her a choice. Emilia had threatened to ‘cure’ Rupert unless Margot led Wolf into a trap.

Benson couldn’t condone everything Margot had done— Of course he couldn’t!— but he could… understand that part about wanting to save her brother— to survive.

Heck, if Dave’s life was on the line— and if Benson hadn’t befriended Wolf and Kipo— Benson might have done the same thing.

(He and Dave had tried to con Kipo and Wolf when they first met… but that was a long time ago!)

“What if Wolf needs backup, but she’s all alone out there?” Kipo finished in a whisper.

“Come on…” Benson nudged Kipo’s arm with his elbow. “This is Wolf we’re talking about! Our girl escaped from the whole pack years ago— and that was before she became a hardened, staff-wielding surface-survivor. And, despite your best efforts to melt Wolf’s heart…” (Kipo smiled ever so slightly.) “I’m sure she could handle Margot and Rupert if they turned on her— which they won’t.”

“I’m not sure I can handle Wolf leaving,” Kipo confessed. She sniffed and clutched at her T-shirt. “I just don’t want to lose her like… like…”

“It won’t be easy,” Benson murmured, “but it won’t be like that. Wolf will come back…” He hugged Kipo. “…and we’ll all be waiting right here with you till she does.”

The pair of them found Wolf waiting at the edge of the Dog Park.

Benson held back as Kipo crept towards Wolf and sat down beside her, leaving a small space between them.

Kipo said something about how much the Mega Dogs were going to miss Wolf. Wolf’s shoulders became hunched.

Then, she threw her arms around Kipo’s waist. Kipo readily returned the hug with a bittersweet sob.

Benson smiled at the both of them. No matter where Wolf ended up— no matter how long she was gone for— he knew they were all going to be okay.

#kipo and the age of wonderbeasts #kataow #kipo #kipo oak #Benson Mekler #wolf oak #(I know that’s not Wolf’s official name but I’m using it for tagging purposes)#Wolf Kipo #Benson kipo #Kipo fanfic #Karaoke fanfic #My fics #my writing #hurr/comfort #I’m sorry Dave got shafted here #At least he gets to live with Jamack?#Answers #prompts

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jessicas-pi · 1 year ago

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Behold, another fic snippet!! (It's a sequel to this one.)

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Sabine stumbles as she rematerializes in a burst of light—it gets easier every time she does it, but she’s still terribly out of practice—slamming one hand against the wall to catch herself.

She looks around. She’d been aiming for somewhere inside the Ghost, anywhere inside the Ghost, anywhere that wasn’t right there.

She’s landed in Ezra’s room.

Of course she has.

Ezra.

Ezra, Ezra, Ezra.

That’s all anything is these days.

The one trying to get her out of her room and into daylight. The one looking worried whenever she’s spent longer than usual conferring with the holocron. The one telling her not to listen to the voices in her head. The one going out of his way to make sure she eats at least one meal a day.

The one, when it came down to it, keeping her from self-destructing.

“Did I hurt you?” his voice echoes, and she feels his phantom fingers trace over her cheek. She can feel the sticky blood from the little cut, now that she thinks about it.

He cared.

He cared if he hurt her, even if the whole point of their fight had been for them to beat each other up until she’d burned off her steam.

And Sabine?

Sabine wants to be cared about.

It’s weakness, she knows it’s weakness, but she is so—so—tired. She is tired of being strong. She is tired of digging deeper and deeper into the Darkness and she is tired of falling back into her old arts.

Did I hurt you, he had asked, sounding truly afraid that he had.

And she’d grabbed him by the arm, and impulsively brushed her lips against his wrist.

You’re dangerous, Ezra.

Sabine sighs and runs her fingers along one of her paintings on the wall as the decrepit crones haunting her speak up again, clamoring over the block she’s tried to put on them.

You’re attracted to him, aren’t you?!

You’ve never even seen his face!

He’s so young. So immature.

His idea of dealing with trauma is a fistfight!

Come home to us, sweet one, and we’ll give you a prettier boy.

One who cares enough to show you his face, hm?

Sabine blocks them out as best as she could.

It doesn’t matter if she sees his face or not. Blind people fall in love without ever seeing the other person’s face, right?

And she isn’t even in love.

She just… thinks he looked… good. In that one particular moment. That’s all.

Except that isn’t all, because it’s also the way he laughs sometimes, not a smug chuckle or a wry snort but a soft laugh that was gentle and good. It’s the way he goes out after her when her Force-hazes get the better of her and she wanders off into the Atollon desert to commune with the murder spiders, and she would come back to herself and find him guiding her by the hand or sometimes even carrying her back to their base.

It’s the way he’s gentle with her—and the way he’s downright murderous with anyone who threatens her.

I can take care of myself, she had told him once.

Not if I take care of you first, he’d said, and it sounded like a joke, but he had meant it.

Everything feels so big. It’s too much, and if she doesn’t get it out of her, she knows she will just make things worse.

Sabine needs to vent.

She needs a friend.

But other than Ezra, she has none, and she can’t tell this to any of the rest of the crew. It would mean telling—or at least hinting at—just how far she’s been dipping into the darkness.

So what can she do?

Maybe I have no friends to talk to, she realizes, inhaling quickly, but I don’t need a friend, do I? Just someone who will listen.

She casts out with her presence and finds no one in the hall, so she slips across into her new room. Ever since Malachor, she’s stopped sharing a room with Hera, and instead moved her things into Ahsoka’s room.

The holocron is right where she left it, and she sends it spinning open with a flick of her hand and a twist of Darkness.

Hello, child.

“How do I find someone?”

To the point, as always.

She ignores the commentary. “I need to track down a specific person. I don’t know where they are, but they’re a powerful Force-user who is strong with the Dark side. Can you help me find them?”

And who is this Dark acolyte? A friend?

“An acquaintance. An… enemy, but… not an enemy. I have to talk to them.”

Who is it, Sabine?

Sabine takes a breath.

She sighs.

“I need to find the Emperor’s Hand.”

#some hints at Sabine's backstory here!!#ngl her slow backstory revelation is one of the things I'm most excited for in this AU!!#well. that and the Living Waters scene. i'm also jazzed about that one. but you don't know about it yet :)#oh yeah and the part of the au where i accidentally stole the plot of anastasia! that too #and the Helmetless Scene obviously #okay okay so i guess there's several things i'm excited about lol #the scene after this one is like total crack because it's sabine pouring out her Issues while she sits in a bar and eats space m&ms #and the sith acolyte she's rambling to is just like '...that's rough buddy.'#fic snippet #fic sneak peek #twin blades and beskar au #sabezra

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bethany-sensei · 1 year ago

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The people have spoken, and they’ve asked for art and excerpts. I need to practice drawing a lot anyway (new glasses prescription issues), so I’m going to do a whole series I think. Posting here instead of my writing blog because I don’t post art there.

Anyway, have a scruffy Akieryon in a blindfold, with bonus rough sketch of him sitting and holding his head:

This is also a fantastic excuse to try my brand new brush pen and barely-used water soluble oil pastels (whaaaaaaaaat)

Though he only fell for a second or two, Akieryon landed as though he had been launched from a trebuchet. Knee, shoulder, hip, and finally his head struck a deep furrow in damp earth. Soil burst out in all directions, in his hair, his nose, his mouth. Clods of dirt rained down as he finally tumbled and skidded to a stop, at a depth somewhat below the topsoil. Somewhere nearby, a horse screamed.

Choking and sputtering, Akieryon tried to push himself up out of his private crater. His arms buckled, and he collapsed face-first in the dirt. At least it blocked out the horrible, stabbing sunlight.

“Hey… are you okay?”

Every muscle along Akieryon’s spine tensed, and he managed to lift his head enough to gulp in a little air. “I don't know where I am.” His voice sounded thin and dry, alien with disuse. Every instinct told him to turn his head, to try to look at the stranger standing over him. But what good would it do, when the light would blur his sight and stab his brain?

“You need help.” Not a question. The stranger shifted, crouched, and Akieryon sensed rather than saw a hand extended to him. “Can you stand?”

With more effort than it should have required, Akieryon pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. He took several slow breaths, steadying himself, mustering his strength. The air felt thick and charged with conflicting energies. Separate worlds compressed into one. Aftermath of cataclysm long gone. “Oh,” he blurted. “This is the Mortal Sphere.”

“Seems to be, yeah. You're in Davenz, about three leagues from the capitol.”

Hearing humor in the stranger’s voice, Akieryon dared a glance at the man who crouched nearby. He wore riding leathers—good quality, well kept, but fairly plain. He had twisted his black hair into several plaits, several days or leagues ago. He had tattoos on his cheeks, and his silvery green eyes were a little less than human but a little more than kind. When Akieryon flinched back and covered his eyes with one hand, the stranger began fumbling around in a pocket.

“Here.” Gentle fingers pulled Akieryon's hand away and rolled a layer of gauze across his eyes. “How's that?”

Balances, chapter one

#writeblr #chronicle of the spheres #original fiction #excerpt #character art #original character #queer fiction #fantasy novel #I think this qualifies as a meet cute?#Akieryon

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sitepathos · 1 year ago

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Their Favorite Magical Subject

Price

Charms

He remembers the first spell you used when you first joined 141: Windgardium Leviosa, which you used on a tank and made it float like it was a balloon instead of a 55 ton war machine. The sight of his boys’ eyes nearly popping out of their sockets still makes him chuckle.

His favorite use of your charms has to be after a particularly long and gruesome mission, him and his boys wanted nothing more than a cold drink, but all the bars were either closed are were clearing out to clean up after a night of rowdy customers. You then had the genius idea of using the Refilling Charm on the half-decent case of beer they were able to buy, which allowed them to drink as much as they want and the bottle would refill itself.

Needless to say, you made a lot of friends that night.

Your charms have come in handy in the field countless times, such as Alohomora, which has allowed them to quietly breach a building without setting off alarms and alerting hostile (also when he’s lost his office key for the umpteenth time and really doesn’t want anyone to know).

Gaz

Flying Class

The first time you showed up on your broomstick was the moment he knew you and him were going to be friends.

He always wants to go for a ride with you, no matter how hard a mission he was on was. In fact, the thought of soaring through the sky and feeling the wind on his face is what motivates him to power through the mission.

When you introduce him to Quidditch, he instantly falls in love. You show him your monthly copy of Quidditch Times and go over every article inside, from interviews of famous players to announcements of new broomstick models.

Please take him to a Quidditch match. A Hogwarts match, the Quidditch World Cup, he doesn’t care. All he wants is to see people play on broomsticks.

He’s tried many times to convince Price to let you fly them into missions on your broom, but the captain’s said no every time. Still, he’s sure he’ll wear the man down and get his wish one day.

Ghost

Defense Against the Dark Arts

This man is focused on the offensive and defensive aspects of magic since that’s what you’ll be using while in the field.

He may act like he doesn’t care, but he loves it when you go over every spell that’s taught in the class. His favorite spell is the Disarming Charm, Expelliarmus, as it knocks the target’s weapon out of their hands, allowing them to be apprehended or taken out.

Of course, this man would obsess over the Unforgivable Curses when you tell him about them; being able to control a man, inflict unbearable pain upon him without drawing blood, and then killing him in a single blow. Of course, he’d never ask you you cast them. To him, you’re pure and innocent; leave the heinous acts of violence to him.

And if you ever ask him to help you brush up on your charms and curses, he’ll happily agree to be your test dummy. Of course, if you want to practice blocking bullets, he’ll insist on rubber bullets and the moment you get hit, he’ll drag you to the infirmary and call it a day.

Soap

Care of Magical Creatures

While all forms of magic, no matter how dull, blow him away, this man is amazed when you tell him all the magical creatures he’s heard about in stories are real.

Especially dragons. He absolutely loses his shit when you tell him dragons are real and reside in reserves scattered around the world.

Will ask you for lessons on magical creatures and records everything in his journal, sketching creatures in great detail and listing characteristics, how to care for them, and his personal thoughts about them.

If you have any magical creatures you care for, he’ll help you with them. From feeding, grooming, and walking, he’s there with abundant energy and a bright smile. And if you ever need to leave the base for a few days, he will totally babysit.

Alejandro

Charms.

Like Price, he’s in love with your charms, but his reasons are more personal.

When you volunteered to help him rebuild Las Almos, you used what would become his favorite spell: Repairo. The sight of seeing his home being repaired in a matter of minutes before his eyes is something that will stick with him for the rest of his life.

Not only did you repair the town, you cast a spell that brought rain to help them through their summer drought and healed the hurt townspeople with healing charms, like Episkey, the Bandaging Charm, and Vulnera Sanentur.

After Las Almos was repaired and was back on its feet, you became an honorary member of Los Vaqueros and the towns people built a statue of you in the the town plaza so that your deeds would always be remembered.

König

Potions.

After you gave him the first Calming Drought, he became fascinated at the art of brewing potions and always asks to watch you whenever you have to brew a potion.

On multiple occasions, both the core members of 141 and Alejandro have walked in on you two sitting on the floor of your room, the giant sniper sitting crisscross and watching you with undivided attention as you brew a potion.

Also asks you to give him potion lessons, and you do; he keeps detailed notes on everything you do in a little notebook and studies it as he gets ready for bed. It also helps calm him down from the day’s chaos.

When he shows promise in potion-making, you allow him to help you with large orders. You also trust him to use your cauldron and personal supplies when you’re unavailable. He keeps his potion notes on him at all times and whips it out every time he brews, no matter how many times he’s made a specific potion.

#john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #male reader #simon ghost riley #alejandro vargas #cod mw2 #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #konig mw2

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astronomic727 · 3 months ago

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Ngl I've been feeling a bit burnt out for a while, so I figured this may be a good time for me to start periodically posting old stuff from my Instagram and Twitter accounts that I've moved on from. There will of course be new drawings/posts in between too! Just gotta recharge is all. I guess for a bit of insight, and also story time I suppose, for the past few months I've been having driving lessons and I had my test a few days ago. Thankfully, I managed to pass but I think the stress of the journey coupled with pushing two videos out a week apart, and everything else that had happened in those months took some sort of toll on me overtime. So yeah, not taking a break or anything per say, just will be posting old stuff more often so it's all archived somewhere, and to take pressure off feeling the need to upload something here and there. With these old doodle dumps I'm also probably gonna give some insight into how I feel about them from an artistic standpoint. I may have not much to say, or I may have a lot, who knows lol. Anyway to begin with the stuff in this post, it's all fairly recent. Some were Insta posts, others were Insta stories. We have Via messing with a cranky Kayleigh, the sister's parents when they were young adults (Evelyn is dirty from working on her motorbike, and Vance is working towards his degree in Astronomy), sleepy Via helping Kayleigh get ready for school, young Via and Orion, and the duo again but in 2 memes lol For how I feel about these, it's complicated... this technically goes for like most doodles I've done up to now too, but I'm not fully satisfied. I'm happy with my full illustrations, but I feel as though my doodles miss the mark. It's like a weird perfectionist mental block or something, these are only meant to be sketches but it takes me forever to do them for some reason, and also (what is probably the reason why it takes so long) that along the way my sketch lines somehow turn into lines of line art quality. But I feel this over cleanliness sucks the soul out of my doodles and makes them feel flat. More recently to combat this, I've tried to give slight shading to these doodles whether it be cel or gradient shaded, like the Fortnite or Streetview meme posts I did, but I feel like I need to embrace sketchiness more, for both time saving sake and for appeal. Maybe I also need to do some experimenting with new brushes too, idk. Maybe I'm being overdramatic lol but that's just how I've felt for a long time, and just felt like getting it off my chest. Anyhoo, enough rambling... boy, you thought I had a lot to say here? Just wait till we get to the older stuff lmao, but anyway, I'll ponder on these thoughts, but see you all until then :)

#astro art #digital art #astro ocs #oc #original character #via aldrin #orion hadfield #evelyn aldrin #vance aldrin #kayleigh aldrin #astro sketches

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year ago

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Puffs and Typhoons (Black Clover)

Heyo so! I don't remember who requested this if anyone at all- but I love Yunleo alot and when I saw it on my request/cloud watching page I said: "Screw it- I'm writing it!" And here we are! I also couldn't find any good gif's with them so I made a doodle for the occasion! (Ignore the hands I know they're terrible) I hope y'all like it!

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Summary: Yunleo have a tickle fight. That's the gist of it :D

A deep breath, then a soft puff of air, brushing reddening skin.

“AH!” Yuno scrunched up immediately, cheeks reddening at the noise he let out. “Leopold!”

“Hahaha! Did I surprise you with my new technique?” His boyfriend cheered from beside him, satisfied with the reaction he got. “I call it the Candle’s Kiss! Shall I do it again?”

“What kind of name-Ah! Nohooohooho!” Yuno yelped, already giggling as Leopold’s arms came around him, trapping him against his chest as more puffs brushed his neck, making him double over. “Sthahahhap it tiihiihickles!”

“Does it now?” Leopold gasped in mock shock. “I had no idea!”

“Ahehehehe!” Yuno would have retorted with something in words had Leopold not puffed again. Wigging a hand free, he pulled his Golden Dawn hood tighter around his neck, blocking out the puffs. “Thehehehre!”

“Oh my, whatever shall I do now?” Leopold leaned in so his chin was resting on Yuno’s shoulders, the arms around his torso finding his sides. “How can I tickle my boyfriend when he’s guarding his neck? Arms up and out of the way- easily letting me tickle him….here!”

“PFFT-GEhahhahahahahhaha!” Yuno spasmed with a squeak when Leopold dug into his ribs, the pressure just right to send him tumbling backwards. “Nohohoohoho fahahhahahhahair!”

“Yes, fair!” Leopold grinned when Yuno released his hood, quickly diving his face against his neck and nuzzling away. “All is fair in the art of tickling!”

Yuno whined through his mirth at the feeling of tickles against his neck once more, sinking further into Leopold’s arms as he tried to get away. This only gave the redhead more spots to tickle, and soon he had two hands in his armpits and a face pressing kisses into his neck like no tomorrow.

Oh dear- he was rather screwed.

“LEHEHEHHEOPOLD PLEHAHAHHAHHSE!” He cried, cheeks as red as his boyfriend’s hair as he scrunched and giggled, feet kicking against the grass and hands finding his face, hiding it from the world. “STHAHAHHAHAP!”

“Oh, so you give up?” Leopold declared, pausing his neck kisses for a moment. The hands in his armpits still tickled, but it wasn’t so bad now that his neck was safe. “Do you wish to submit to me or accept your fated tickling?”

“Iihiihihihihiiehehehe! Iihihiihih’ll chhohohoohohose…thhhiihihis” Yuno’s grimoire came up almost instinctively, flipping to an old page. “Wiihihhind magic! Typhohoohohoon!”

Leopold was about to ask what kind of spell that was when he was suddenly being lifted, a few feet in the air and spinning in a slow pace. He oddly felt like one of those rotisserie chickens he’d seen Mereoleona cook. “Whoa ha HA! This is amazing! Yuno, what kind of spell is this?”

“An ohohold one.” Yuno stammered out, getting to his feet. “Gohohood for catching rascals.”

“Ah! It’s certainly fun!” Leopold sat back, taking it all in. “How do I get off?”

“You don’t.” Something in Yuno’s voice changed. Leopold peeked.

“Yuno? What are you- Ah! Ahehahahahhahahhaha!” The redhead yelped when hands attacked his knees, Yuno scribbling at the joints. “Ghahhahahahahh! Yuhuuuhuhno wahahhahahaait!”

“No way- you didn’t wait for me.” Yuno teased, giving his knees one last squeeze before they spun away. “Ah, there you are.” He quickly reached down to Leopold’s chest and armpits when they came into reach, repeating the action and making his boyfriend cackle and squirm. “This will teach you to tickle me!”

“Ahehahahahhahha! Yuhhuuhuhuhno, lehehehehet me dohoohohown- AHHAHA NOT THEHEHHEHRE!” Leopold squealed when hands attacked his belly, giving it a solid pinch and prod before it spun out of reach. Knees, armpits, neck, belly- that was the order he was getting tickled in with each rotation. “Whahahhahahit I’m shhahahahahAHHAHAHARRY!”

“Are you gonna keep tickling me?” Yuno asked, pausing the mini tornado so he could easily reach Leopold’s belly, going for his weakest spot. “Are you gonna behave?”

“YHEHEHEHEHEHS! I MEHAHAHN NO! I MEHAHAHHAN YEHHEHEHEHHS!” Leopold cried, feet kicking and hands swatting helplessly as he tried to protect his tum.

“Which one is it? Make up your mind.” Yuno laughed, reaching inward and kneading the sides of his stomach.

“IIHIHIIHLL BEHAHHAHVE! IHIIHIHIHLL BEHAVE NOW STHAHAHHAAP!” The flame mage cackled, unable to fight down another squeal. Finally, the tickles came to an end, the wind beneath him lowering him down gently until he was against the grass once more. Gasping for air, he tossed an arm across his eyes while the other held his belly, weak little puffs of laughter escaping his tired lips. “Ahheheh…hehehehe..thahaht wasn’t bad.”

“What, the tickling?” Yuno snorted, sitting down beside his boyfriend, letting him scoot up so his head was in his lap. “I suppose I could have gone harder. Give you a raspberry or two.”

“Ahehehe! I mehahehant the speehhell.” Leopold giggled at the phantom feeling, smoothing a hand over his gut. “Your control is great! I bet your siblings loved it when you carried them around in that.”

“Heh, you know? They did.” Yuno smiled, something soft crossing his eyes as he thought of home. “They’d love you. You're so…bright, you know? It’s hard not to love you.”

Leopold blushed, his smile wide as he reached up, running a thumb against Yuno’s cheek. “You’re sweet today.”

“I mean it.” Suddenly his eyes widened some, a thought crossing his head. “Hey…this is a little bit on the impromptu side so feel free to say no but…do you want to come visit them? The next time we get time off at the same time?”

“Visit Hage?” Leopold asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah! You can meet everyone there! I mean- it’s nothing fancy compared to the capital, and we’re only good at making potatoes-WHOA!” Yuno yelped when Leopold tackled him into a hug, sending them both tumbling backwards.

Then he was kissing him, gentle and fierce at the same time. Yuno was starting to melt into it when Leopold pulled away in his excitement.

“I’d love to! I want to meet your family!” Leopold grinned, eyes shining. “If you’d have me, that is.”

Yuno grinned, nodding before pulling the redhead back down, kissing him again and again. They could sort out the details and send out letters later. For now, he just wanted to bask in the happy feeling of it all.

Leopold was coming to Hage with him.

Thanks for reading!

#black clover #tickle #tickle fic #yuno #leopold vermillion #yunleo #fluff #setting up for a different request look at me building this storylinea rkjeajrkjaerkjajrkea #squiggily draws things #I couldn't find a gif or picture I liked so I drew one

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