#and actually i lied i will not be finishing it i got a large and it is just too sweet for me bro

[kirisclangen]

Zelda

She/her, 65 moons, cis molly

[dcxdpdabbles]

God, I love the Cave Boy series. Will the batfam manage to find him after he dips. Will they ever find out about his powers. So many questions

Danny stays underground for days.

He doesn't know the exact time frame because he only goes to the surface to grab supplies. He makes sure to only fully emerge when there is no light out.

It was a bigger risk to be caught by the Waynes, who only operated in the dark, but it ensured fewer eyewitnesses were around. Danny Kane was still a very hot celebrity for taking down the Joker- he would be surrounded by a mob of fans if he walked down the street.

He moved his ship into a deeper cave by phasing the large metal and all his equipment through solid rock, which was not easy. It was a miracle he found a little pocket to set up shop.

Danny thinks the little pocket- surrounded by stone with no opening at all, was formed after a cave-in at one point. It was large enough to work on his ship and had just enough space to set up a sleeping bag and a tent for rest.

He rarely uses that space nowadays.

Danny had stolen from a camping store- taking with him an entire box of lanterns that he placed strategically around his space. They threw light to the large four walls of stone- making him feel trapped inside a midevil dungeon, and somehow, it also made him think incredulity alone.

That was the worst part of this whole change of scenery. He doesn't want to admit it, but he got used to Wayne Manor and the colorful characters there.

He hadn't even done anything besides lay around but he missed the sound of people. Even before Bruce had found him, Danny would see people often as he wandered around gathering a sense of the city.

Now, he was genuinely suffocating alone. He didn't feel the loss often, but there were times when it felt like being hit by a truck.

It's when his own ice powers reach into his bones, causing his teeth to clatter and curl up into a smaller ball on the cave ground, that Danny misses the Manor the most. He stole food from the stores- but without any way to cook or heat it up, it's limited to the packed food.

Sometimes, while eating packs of dried fruit, he thinks longingly of Alfred's warm meals. Then he remembers how they looked at him when his lies got so out of hand that they believed Bruce's parents lived in his world and he could suppress the longing to return.

Danny has made leaps and bounds on building his ship since he no longer pretends to be Brucie. He no longer filled the hours with nonsense, only being awake to work or stealing what he needed to continue working.

Unlike before, Danny had developed a tunnel version of finishing his project. He no longer wanted to give himself time to ensure everything was fine.

He just wanted to go home.

He's gotten better at wielding using his own ghost laser, and now his ship had its full body. It was missing seats, a window, and even a steering program that actually turned when he wanted- but he was getting closer and closer every day.

All the small technology pieces he stole from the Waynes were on one side- ripped apart for the needed parts. He would spend hours carefully opening everything to check what he could use and what he could melt down to repurpose.

Danny carefully pulls out some small wires from the electric candle he took from the Wayne Dinner table when his vision blurs. He takes a moment to blink rapidly, trying to let the sudden burst of lightheadedness pass him.

Sadly, it was only a few seconds before he crumbled to the hard ground. He gasps, the cold coming back tenfold, and he can do nothing but lay there and pray the pain passes.

Danny hadn't felt this weak since his ice core first developed. Even the first Ghostly Wail hadn't made his limbs feel this heavy.

He knows he has been pushing himself too far lately- barely eating or sleeping- but Danny can't risk any wasted second. He saw the resources the Bats have.

It was only a matter of time before they found him- even if they would need to drill through the solid stone for hours to reach him- and he didn't want to face them after the guilt of lying to them was slowly eating him alive.

He had kept the Wayne at arm's length the entire time, living under the pretense of being Bruce Wayne's counterpart. He told himself he wanted nothing to do with their nightly battle against evil- and he didn't!- and that he could care less if they treated him as family.

He took everything they gave him without hesitation, telling himself they were fools for letting anyone in and stealing from them. Danny thought it would not matter as he would finish his ship and be flying home long before they realized he wasn't Bruce.

Until they stop treating him so warmly after killing the Joker. Danny wasn't sorry about it, but suddenly, he was a stranger in a crowd to them.

Danny had no right to be upset. He lied. He didn't want to be Brucie to them and had actively made Tim look bad by being as Unproactive as possible, going along with changed narratives of his world.

Danny had used the Waynes.

Yes, he did so, believing they were a cult or an evil madman, but he learned that wasn't the case early on. He could have ended the lie at any moment, but he didn't because he figured it would be harmless.

Then he realized that Bruce's parents were killed in front of him- the story wasn't hard to find when he actually bothered to look into the Waynes at a local high school library after hours.

Not only did he find the horrific story, but he found out that almost all the Waynes had a tragic story. Dick's parents were murdered in an accident that wasn't an accident at all.

Tim's parents were killed by a madman with boomerangs. Jason's father died in prison, and his mother overdosed before Bruce took him in. Duke's parents were patients with no working mind because of the Joker (Danny should have made his death last longer).

The only ones that didn't seem to be Cass and Damian, but he knew it was likely due to Bruce not wanting the public to learn that they came from abusive households- he figured that much out by their reactions.

Even Alfred had a history of PTSD from his time in the army. There was an article about a scandal when Bruce had actually been a child- apparently, someone had thought to release firecrackers under the servant's table, and Alfred had panicked. People had mocked him about it for months.

Everyone had a reason to be a villain, yet they all had opened their home to him and been nothing but kind. They were good, and they treated him like family.

Danny felt sick with himself, for being so self-centered he never bothered to really get to know them. And now he never could.

A few tears rolled down his face as his vision started to blur out more and more.

No use crying over it now, Fenton. Though the haze of exhaustion doesn't let him get up from the floor, he thinks bitterly.

He'll rest for a little bit, then get back to work. Only for a few minutes/

Danny doesn't notice his body has shifted in his Ghist side, slowly redirecting his energy to his core, so that his healing could help overcome the unknown days.

He is not aware his heartbeat stops at the same time.

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"I can't hear him anymore!" A young boy screams, pressing his ear against a stone. Horror clouds his voice as he turns to stare at another boy. "His heartbeat....it's not...."

"We must make haste! Breakthrough now!" The other boy snaps.

"But that might cause the cave to fall on top of him." The other rubs his hands together nervously. "I think we may be too late to save-"

"Every second we waste is a second that Brucie gets closer to death!" His company growls savagely, though the tears in his eyes make him less scary. "We have to at least bring his body home- we-I can't- he needs to be buried properly."

Not even a second passed before the other boy threw his shoulders back, yanking out his phone and pressing a speed dial two.

His father picks up two rings. "Jon?"

"Dad! We found Brucie! He was stuck in a cave underneath the tunnels leading to Gotham Cemetry. Can you come help me get him out?"

"I'll be right there."

[reverieblondie]

Raphael ravaging Haarlep while the incubus is wearing Tav's form?

You all are going to give me heart palpations with all these Raphael prompts in my box. This...this is one had me feeling A TYPE OF WAY! when I was rereading it, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Mouse

Raphael x Haarlep in Fem!Tav form

Word count: 1,995

Raphael is getting tired of Haarlep's little games; Raphael knows they have been with someone sneaking through his house. It's been days since he felt what he did, but when he demanded to know who, Haarlep wasn't willing to give away their secret…

"Aww, still refusing to play with me…" Haarlep coos in Raphael's ear. 

Raphael rolls his eyes, closing his book. He turns to the incubus, smirking on their knees, tail wagging eagerly. Taking a long breath, Raphael casts his book aside. "From my understanding, you have been getting in lots of playtime."

"Still irritated by that? Raphael, jealousy is not a good look on you." 

"Not jealous; I just don't like when people go through my things. Or when my things won't tell me what they have been doing…" 

Haarlep pouts, "So I'm being punished all because I made her a promise…" Raphael's eyes widen at the slip; Haarlep shrugs, looking away with a smirk. "Oops…" 

Before Haarlep can slide away, Raphael grabs Haarlep's hair and pulls them close. "Looks like you slipped…and if it's who I think it is…you better show me."

Raphael let's go and let's Haarlep get off the large bed. Then with a glimmering flourish, Raphael watches as his form disappears in the bright light to be replaced with…hers, "Mouse…" He can't help but feel completely entranced by the view of Tav's body beautifully bare to him. Sliding off the bed, Raphael takes everything in; that feeling, that sweet shiver of arousal, was from you. Little mouse… running around his house. Was she looking for him or something else? Raphael feels his heart racing at every thought, but then there is an unfamiliarity with the circumstances of what this means. A storm swirls through him: anger at you sneaking into his house, jealousy that Haarlep got to taste his mouse before he could take a bite, and excitement at what he can do for payback that will make you stir. 

Haarlep sees the storm brewing behind Raphael's brown eyes; they feel so satisfied with themselves, watching Raphael crumble from seeing your form.

"What's the matter? Surprised Raph-"  Raphael's hand is covering their mouth before they can finish. 

"I want you to talk like her…What did she say, do?" 

Raphael removes his hand slowly, and Haarlep lifts a brow before clearing their voice and speaking, "Well, this is a change, Raphael…" 

Raphael feels a shiver of heat go down his spine, It's that sweet voice he has been playing in his mind on a loop. It's like you're actually here, with him in his house of hope. All he can think now is how much he wants to ravage your body, to make Tav feel like he does…

Like Haarlep could read his mind, they reach out to him, your soft hands running up his silk robe, tracing his chest. Fingertips touching the hair of his partly exposed chest. "Feels like a man…" Haarlep drops their hands to pull the robe's tie, letting the silk material slip off him. His cock already stiff making Haarlep chuckle, "But I know what lies underneath."

A deep growl can't help but rumble deep within Raphael's chest. A burst of bright flames surrounds him, changing him into his cambion form, now towering over Tav's body. Raphael's large hand cups your face so softly and delicately, making the fantasy feel even more real to him. Leaning down, he whispers in Tav's ear, warm hand caressing their skin, Breathing hot in their ear, "Tell me what happened, every detail…" 

Haarlep grins and wraps their arms around Raphael's neck, "She was blushing so beautifully. Your sweet little mouse, she wanted to know how your kisses felt, sweet really…" 

Raphael slowly moves his hot hands down, tracing your delicate neck, "You cruel thing. You probably laughed at her…" 

Raphael brings his lips to kiss along your jaw, pulling your form closer to press against his erection. Closing his eyes, he focused on Haarlep imitating your breathing; it's perfect… It's like you're really here. 

"Of course I did; the way she pouted was quite pathetic. I, of course, kissed her with all kinds of passion; little mouse's toes were curling from that alone." 

Raphael grabs Haarleeps face and presses his hot lips to Tavs glossy soft ones, Haarlep plays the part perfectly imitating how timidly you had started in the kiss till finally Rapheal is pushing his eager tongue through the seam of your lips letting himself guide and get drunk on the feeling of your tongue against his. Breaking from the kiss, Raphael looks down at your smirking form. Raphael starts roaming his hands over your curves, his lips kissing and sucking against your skin as he slowly descends, listening to Haarleps hums. 

“You really like her…don’t you…” Raphael pauses, his lips pressed to your hip bone. He darts his hot tongue to taste the sweat on your skin before speaking, "Shut up…" 

Haarlep caresses Raphael's cheek, "look at you… You're practically on your knees for her…a mortal…" 

Raphael lets out a growl before tossing your body to his bed. Haarlep giggles as they bounce against the bed, eating up the rise they are getting from Raphael. Sitting up on their elbows, they watch as Rapheal crawls to your body, glowing eyes looking like those of a predator. Before Haarlep can say another taunting word, Raphael grabs your ankle, flipping Haarlep around to their stomach. Haarlep adjusts to their knees as Rapheal enjoys the view of your ass in the air and your cunt so slick. Raphael groans to himself, mouth watering at the sight. "I intend to devour her…"

"Oh, I bet…" 

Raphael lets out a small chuckle before leaning into your puffy cunt, placing a chaste kiss on your clit, letting his tongue slip to your dripping entrance gathering your want on his burning tongue. He relishes in the taste for a moment before pulling back and swatting your ass, making Haarlep jump. 

"Can she feel me…" 

Haarlep arches their back more slightly, swaying their ass, "I'm sure she is trembling as we speak…" 

Raphael smirks, amused, as he slowly strokes his cock, groaning at the thought of you currently at your camp, hiding away in your tent, touching yourself. Leaning over your form, his hot cock nudging between your slick folds as his velvet voice whispers in your ear. "Show me how she sounded…" 

Haarlep mickes your soft moans, “M-more…Please…I want to feel it AH~” 

Raphael moves his cock faster between your folds, getting coated in the beautiful cyprine weeping down from your cunt. The tip of his cock kissing your clit with every mind-numbing nudge, his precum sticking to your cute little clit mixing in with your arousal. Raphael takes his thumb and gathers the sweet release before he pulls Haarlep up by your hair and slathers it to their lips, feeling Haarleps eager tongue licking and sucking on Raphael's thumb, moaning for more, and they rub your ass further on their master's groin. 

Raphael pushes Haarlep back down; they mimic your panting breaths and your soft moans while they shove two fingers into your pretty little slit. Raphael swats away their hands before slipping his cock in you in one swift motion. It's so fucking wet and snug, his mouth waters at the thought of you right now…so full of him and so frustrated…are you rubbing your cunt on your pillow? Fingering yourself with two fingers trying so hard to reach those deep spots…Poor mouse, he would help you; you're his favorite, after all. 

Rapheals rolls his hips as he digs his nails into your waist, pulling to his tip and then slamming you back down, relishing in how Haarlep gasps for air every time. Their cunt squeezing him with every thrust. "R-Raphael, ah~ I'm so so full!"  

Raphael smirks as he leans down, keeping his pace, "Mmm, My mouse said that?" he questions Haarlep as he places kisses down your spine, his hands moving to your breast to pinch your nipples and tug roughly to get Haarlep to answer. 

Haarlep chuckles and bites their lip, "Well, substitute the name, but yes…I fucked her tight cunt stretching it to your cock, S-she st-studders, and ah~ Ah~ cries when F-fucked!" Rapheals rhythm speeds up, and his grip tightens. Your noises, your voice, he wants it for himself; he wants to witness your flushed face, your bouncing breast as he reclaims you for his own. Haarlep had you; now it's his turn; he will make the incubus watch from the side, then make them lick up your messy cunt when he spills his seed in you. 

The thought of your puff cunt dribbling out his thick seed is all he can think of as he keeps slamming his cock into your gummy walls. He wants to go deeper, abuse your cunt till your womb is opened for him so he can fill you up, "Gonna fill you up…fuck my spawn into your tight cunt…keep you full forever." Your pussy has his cock in a vise grip as his cock throbs his rutting driving deeper into you. Though he is pounding your pussy,  his hands turn to more caressing. His hands roam over your perfect form, your skin like silk, your sweet smell he wants to always have lingering on him, then your voice, crying out his name and moaning so cutely, it's better then any composition he's heard before.

Raphael feels his cock nudging against your would-be cervix; he brings his hand around to your stomach, where he feels his cock. Pressing on it, he groans from the feeling and your fucking mewing. That's when Haarlep starts to feel Rapheals veins pulsing on his cock, the sensation warming your velvet walls and threatening the release of their arousal to flood against his cock, though Haarlep knows better than to cum before Rapheal wants it…

As Rapheal's pace gets sloppy, so does his breathing, and so does his mind…

“My Mouse…you feel like perfection…” He licks against your neck, littering it with kisses and nips as his fingers come to rub against Haarlep's swollen clit, so sticky from your fluids flooding over them. 

"Rapheal, M-My devil…Ah, please..ah, please!" 

Raphael growls at the sounds of your begging, fuck, he wants to hear it endlessly, your sweet submission as he finally ravishes you fully. "Cum for me…let it wash over you…let me feel it…"

With a loud cry, your fucking your hips back onto him as you feel the overwhelming heat rushing through your veins of your orgasm.  Raphael cums right after you, his cock throbbing as it pushes out his thick cum deep into you. He groans and steadily tries to catch his Breath as his length stays buried within you. Whisper praises are sung into your skin before he slowly pulls out of you, his hand rubbing your stomach tenderly as he does. 

Raphael wraps his arms around your small form and brings you to his chest, his nose buried in your hair as the smell of the sex slowly starts to dissipate from the boudoir. In this moment of peace, he begins to feel your body shake, followed by a familiar laugh. It's still your body but no longer your voice from the vessel. Haarlep smirks, looking up at the devil, "So tender for the little mouse… I'm sure she would be very receptive to your…cuddling." They can hardly get through the sentence before bursting with laughter. 

Raphael goes to say something as he pushes Haarlep away when he senses something…a visitor? Haarlep goes to continue their teasing when Raphael slams his massive hand over their face shhing them. 

Everything is quiet for a moment before the sound of loud crashing and slamming doors comes from the halls. "Where are they!" your voice yells through the house. Haarleps' eyes widen in delight as Raphael watches the door in anticipation…his tail slightly swaying in excitement…. It looks like they made you hot and bothered, perfect.

[reallyromealone]

Title: healer

Fandom: naruto

Characters: akatsuki

Fic type: omegaverse

Pairings:

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, readers smart

Notes:

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(Name) Hummed quietly to themselves while carefully wrapping gauze around the alphas midsection that they had just stitched up. Handing was a cleaned akatsuki uniform, stitched and sewn back up like new, (name) didn't really know what the uniform symbolised but it was clearly important and they wouldn't want the unconscious man to worry about it.

(Name) Lived alone in these woods, the ability to heal the worst of wounds and this one was no different.

"No clue what fight you got yourself into but you sure made it out barely...." (Name) Joked to the unconscious person while finishing up 'no clue when they will wake up.... Should probably make dinner...' (name) thought while going to their small kitchen to make a meal, enough for two people... Just in case.

Itachi woke to the smell of an Omega and stew, sitting up with a groan and looking to see he was bandaged up... Quite well actually.

"Don't sit up too fast! You could pop a stitch!" A voice called from the other room and Itachi looked for his belongings to find them neatly beside him and his coat hung and fixed. An Omega walked into the room with a tray, a bowl and a glass filled with what was assumed to be juice "you were out for a while! Didn't know when you would wake up.." (name) chuckled nervously while setting the tray on the coffee table "how do you feel? You were pretty messed up ... My healing could only do so much so I had to do the rest manually"

Itachi just stared at the other who smiled happily before a look of realization crossed them 'must realize who I am affiliated wi--' "I forgot to introduce myself! I'm (name)!" The Omega bowed slightly before looking up sheepishly, Itachi sat there stunned before getting up "thank you for your assistance" he said simply while grabbing his belongings, (name) looking concerned "do you have anyone to call? I have a telephone..." It was an old one, nothing like the the newer cell phones but it did it's job!

"That won't be needed"

"Well... Here! Take this!" (Name) Rushed out into the kitchen and returned with origini, wrapped and all cute "I keep these on hand for snacks... Please keep safe"

Why was this Omega so kind? To someone they didn't know?

Itachi didn't know what to make of it but decided to just leave, rice ball in hand.

"This is real good! Where did ya get this?" Deidara asked while finishing the rice ball, Itachi resting with a sigh "some Omega who healed me" he grumbled and hidan raised an eyebrow "an Omega did that? What some high ranking ninja?"

"No, just some Omega in the woods"

"Whoever that Omega was, they have healing abilities like nothing I ever seen..." The older man said simply while glancing at the others exposed stitches, he saw how fucked up the other alpha looked, that omega was powerful.

"Hm?" (Name) Was reading some books they got from town a a couple kilometers from the woods they resided in when a knock at the door pulled them out from their world of imagination. Walking to the door, they weren't expecting to see that alpha again or others dressed like him "oh you're back! You forget anything?" (Name) Asked curiously and glanced at their mid section "you left before I could give you cream to help... Hopefully it healed nicely!"

"This is the Omega that healed you? This is them?" Deidara laughed in disbelief while (name) looked confused, a large group of alphas coming and just laughing, then konan felt it...

The omegas Chakra.

"We require your assistance, one of our members is gravely injured" she lied, (name) looking concerned "sure! Let me get my bag!" The alphas stepped in while (name) went to their room to go grab their belongings.

But (name) knew better than to trust a large group of alphas even if they were incredibly attractive.

So they used what they were taught by their grandpa and slipped out, a secret door in their closet.

'nope, not today' (name) thought while they sneaked away.

Knowing a few Jitsu really helped in a punch....

[crescencestudio]

๋࣭⭑ Devlog #41 | 5.28.24 ๋࣭⭑

It's hot girl (/gender neutral) summer season

HAPPY MAY!!

Hope you're all doing well <3 We're already getting into summer, which is a little crazy to me. The year is flying by! Before I get into what we actually did this month, it wouldn't be a May devlog without our annual Mermay celebration!

Look at those locks. His Ariel/Rapunzel era fr

Since I already had updated Mermay pieces for the Alaris LIs, I decided to do one for our beloved Van this year ^^ Hope you all like it!

For writing this month, I spent a lot of it catching up on Etza edits. Being totally transparent, I wasn't Completely Happy with their route when their draft was finished. But now that I've started the editing process with Wudgey, I'm really excited to see how their route is shaping up!!! We've been fleshing a lot of little interactions out with their route, and I can already see Etza's character really starting to shine with these edits ^^

I've also been chipping away at Kuna'a's route! While it's nowhere near finished, I'm hopeful that this upcoming month will be the month of Kuna'a now that I don't have a bunch of releases I'm trying to balance. His route is also one of the ones whose outline is more fleshed out (Druk and Etza I would say were the least fleshed out, which might be why they also took a bit longer). So I'd love to see Kuna'a's first draft complete/almost complete by the next devlog!

This month, I had to dust off my art skills tbh LMFAOIJSDF. It's been.... a WHILE since I've made CGs since I've been in the writing and coding dungeon for so long. So most of this month's art updates are me getting tilted from redrawing an ugly sketch over and over.

I DID manage to get the Van Mermay piece out. And I also was able to sketch out Kayn's Tragic End CG; that leaves only one CG that has to be sketched out! Currently, six of their CGs are finished, two need to be rendered, and one needs to be drawn still.

And since Kayn's CGs are mostly done, I've started drawing Fenir's. I was actually able to finish one because I basically Locked In when I made it, so here is a sneak peek!

Kisses his little pink nose

You might notice there's not toooo many updates on this month's devlog. The reason for that is because this month, I spent a lot of it recovering both mentally and physically. April shenanigans and those back-to-back releases took a lot out of me, and after going full speed basically since this year started, I learned I REALLY needed a break. That coupled with the concussion I got made it so that most of this month was focused on recovering and then getting back into the groove of things.

Another thing I tried to focus on this month was finding a balance in my workflow. Going into this month, I felt like I was on the verge of a mental breakdown almost every day, in large part because I have a lot of big things I'm trying to accomplish this year. Between finishing my dissertation, Alaris, and a personal big event that I have to plan, I have a lot on my plate this year, and it's made it easy to get overwhelmed as the months pass by. So I wanted to find a balance between all three that didn't make me feel like I was also falling into insanity. After talking to beloved Wudgey of @herotome fame, I've started adopting a schedule that gives me enough structure and flexibility to feel like I'm making progress without going crazy and getting lost in the sauce.

While it's still early in the process, I'm really happy with the balance I've hit, and I'm feeling much more like myself now compared to a month ago!

I caught up on quite a few things in my backlog this month, which made me happy ^^ I always like to learn from and support other devs, so finally being able to return to that helped with the recovery process <3

I don't have any actual fanart pieces, but there are a couple of games I'd like to highlight!

First of all, of course I must talk about our hot girl (/gender neutral) summer cross-promo. If you haven't checked out these games, I can't recommend them enough!!

Links to each game can be found on the Alaris Game page under the magic and mystery otome section!

Specifically, Save the Villainess, The Good People, and Thorn for the Villain are amazing games if you're into thriller/political games layered with mystery

The Silent Kingdom (which I played recently and is AMAZING) and Dual Chroma (Otojam 2023 ALLY) have added mechanics of RPG for exciting action-adventure fantasy stories

Lost in Limbo, Obscura, and Snow White Ashes are BEAUTIFUL dark fantasy games. I've played all three of these and they have some of the most beautiful writing and visuals... BIG FAN OF ALL OF THEM.

Mask Beyond Lies and Sigh of the Abyss have that epic fantasy adventure appeal to them, in a way that I think is similar to Alaris! And Pearlglow Cafe (another Otojam 2023 ALLY) is a very lighthearted and charming game for those of you who like the comfy vibe that most of my stories have!!

Some other games that I played are Favor (@favorvn) by beloved @concreteparasite which is SOOOOO stylish. If you've played Binary Star Hero by Connie, you can expect that same stylish, dark, sultry vibe from Favor. If you haven't checked out either of those games by Connie, I can't recommend them enough, especially if you like yanderes. There is so much aesthetic and atmosphere to them!

I also played Where Winter Crows Go by @prikarin who is a VERY talented developer (and one I'm sure many are familiar with). I had a lot of fun romancing Crowe and both the MC and him have such strong personalities, it was so fun seeing their dynamic!!!! The CGs were also made by anta, who is the dev behind Thorn for the Villain, and they're BEAUTIFULLLLL. Each one has so much style and rly has a professional look to them. Can't recommend enough if you haven't played already ((heads up that it is another yandere game for those who can't do yandere!))

Okay I've yapped enough. If you've made it this far, you are god's strongest soldier LFMASLDIFJ. See you all next month with hopefully some exciting progress!

[theminecraftbee]

So, here's the thing:

Tango knows that Zedaph is this close to staging an intervention.

He lies against the wiring for Decked Out and stares at the ceiling. He should probably be more concerned about that. Early-season Tango would be concerned about that; a situation getting bad enough that Zedaph, of all people, is ready to stage an intervention is normally a sign it's gotten pretty dang bad. But he's close. He's so close. And it's not like he's worried, not anymore.

He'd been worried, once? Like, he'd been scared, at some point of what the Frozen Citadel was starting to do to him. But now that he's there--

If he's asked, Tango will say it's mutualism, and not elaborate, because if anyone stages enough of an intervention to stop Decked Out from finishing what it's started, he's probably going to scream. He's probably going to always wonder. Worst of all, he won't finish the game on time. So like, so what if it's eating him a little? Or a lot? Or basically completely, given that he's pretty sure the damage is irreversible at this point?

Anyway, it doesn't matter. Start of the season Tango probably would care more, but like, it's mutual. Decked Out gets to eat Tango. Use him as an appropriate game piece. Sometimes as a processor. To do repairs. Whatever. It's important for the whole process. And Tango gets a sick game. Which, for some, sounds like an absurd trade-off, but it's not just the game, okay?

It's not just--

If it were just "I need to let my accidentally very sentient and very large base eat me to finish the game", he might do it? But he wouldn't, like, be actively conspiring to hide the fact that he's starting to be physically incapable of breathing like, normal oxygen and stuff. He wouldn't be conspiring to hide just how literal the shop item allowing you to control the gamemaster is. He wouldn't be trying to hide how close he is to just--being another part of Decked Out. Not being a "Tango" as an individual, but being a part of the machine. Basically a really fancy redstone component.

If it were just "he's really proud and he'd be sad if it took longer", he wouldn't have hung a sheep on the outside of the building to make sure some part of Decked Out knows that Zedaph is its friend, once there isn't a Tango to remind it of that properly. He would have asked Zedaph to actually do that intervention he's planning.

He didn't. He acted like he had several more weeks than he probably did. But it's fine. Decked Out ate the fear, anyway, so he can't feel it, and whatever sense of desire to like, not be redstone component was probably eaten also, and. And.

He's not sure how to describe it in a way that doesn't make him sound insane, but--

It's so close. Decked Out is so close to eating him completely. And that should be terrifying, if that weren't the first thing that got dissolved away, if he hadn't been scared since forever. Maybe, somewhere, there's part of him that is scared. There's a lot of him that knows he should be.

But those moments, the ones he's having more and more, where he forgets he's Tango. Where he forgets he's anything but part of the machine. And he's part of something big, and great, and he has a specific use, and he's aware for all of it but not aware of being himself, and he can feel exactly how he's important to the great machine and he does his job and absolutely everything else fades away entirely and he is the Game Master and even that's not an individual identity it's part of a whole it's part of something beautiful it's part of something so, so alive while not being alive at all and, and then--and then he's not done being eaten yet. And the Tango comes in. The fear, the insecurity, the, the flaws.

And he'd just lie there, and he'd feel it. The almost-just-a-part. The sense of just--being, and not being anyone in particular, but being. The lack of self. He'd feel the voltage from the redstone wires and try to capture it again, and be unable to, not on his own.

Not while he's left as Tango, at least a little bit uneaten.

So. Uh. He told you he didn't know how to describe it without sounding insane. But he'll never forgive himself. Never forgive himself if he doesn't find out what happens when it's done. What it's like to just--be a part of Decked Out and nothing else. What it feels like to give in completely.

Therefore. Zedaph. Intervention. Pretend he's better than he is so Zedaph doesn't do that. It shouldn't be long now. The amount of time he's aware and Tango is--less. The amount of fear is--it's entirely gone now. The amount he thinks "gee beginning of season Tango would say this is a bad plan" is almost zero.

The game is almost ready to open.

If he can just hold out that long, then there won't be anything anyone could do.

They'll be too busy having fun with the game, anyway. With any luck, no one will notice.

[kiskisur]

So umm, actual request. Gorou, ayato and Childe cuddling headcanons, comfort after a long day at work.. if possible.

And thanks for dealing with my shenanigans

warnings: nothing but fluff, gorou, ayato and childe x m!reader (seperate) stressed out reader, childe still can't believe you're his boyfriend ehe

note: FINALLY SOMETHING NORMAL 😭😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️

edited note: It's 12 am I wanted to finish this ikr very cute 💯💯💯 (I tend to write when I'm sleepy it makes me sound professional and makes it obvious I'm desperate for sleep)

another note: I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO HESDCANONS (I don't know how 5o do anything)

AYATO

he looked at the overwhelmed guy, sighing as he shook his head and approached, tapping their shoulder.

feel like he's the type to protest and act stubborn whenever you don't listen-

like, he does not care what the excuse is if he says rest, rest.

he's the type to inhale your scent when cuddling with you.

when you listen to him you receive a big smile (rare ‼️‼️)

"dearest, come rest up. you look exhausted from work." his voice dripped with affection and love as he frowned at your protests.

"I need to finish this before-"

"rest."

"but-"

"r.e.s.t."

you sigh in defeat, knowing he wanted everything to go his way before nodding and got up from your desk.

his piercing eyes disappeared, being replaced with a large smile as he guided you towards the bed and lied you down.

he sat on the edge of the bed, glancing back at you as he removed his gloves and placed it next to the small desk next to the bed, laying next to you.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you extremely closer before hiding his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"I love you.." he muffled, still refusing to let you go as you both drifted off to sleep.

GOROU

his ear twitched, sensing your presence as he immediately turned around to face your exhausted figure.

MY CUTIE PATOOTIE

I feel like he's a househusband idc so cutie

hug = expect a tighter hug

feel like he'd SOMETIMES wrap his tail around your leg, IDK he just feels like it 🤷‍♂️

he'd shower your face with kisses if you're stressed, give you the love you deserve ‼️

"(name)!!" the dog- I mean guy exclaimed, his tail swaying left to right as he spread his arms to hug you.

"I'm home, darlingg." you spoke tirelessly, approaching him and hugged him tightly, refusing to let go.

he blinkes a couple of times, surprised at your sudden clinging as he let out a soft laugh and gave back the hug, tightening it.

"come on, let's get you rested up okay? you're exhausted." you try to shrug it off only to be denied and carried up to your bedroom, picking out some clothes for you.

"here!" gorou smiled, cupping your cheeks and kissed your forehead with his tail wagging uncontrollably.

CHILDE

you wake up to the feeling of being straddled somewhere, blinking a couple of times and looked at the first thing in front of you.

if you fall asleep while working he'd totally lift you up and straddle you in his lap.

the type to shush you if you try to protest too. 🤭

I feel like he'd still be in denial he even became your boyfriend

I mean, a harbinger? with this cutie patootie guy? Impossible for celestia's sake-

he's the playful one, would definitely annoy you more than once despite you being stressed ‼️

"rest up, you've been working 24/7 and I want attention.." childe spoke, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer and hugged you by the waist.

he nuzzled your head, humming as he continued to cuddle you, ignoring your protests.

"no, rest." that's the only thing he said, whining like a kid everytime you try to move, his hug tightening around you.

"noo! come on, you already stressed yourself enough!" he glared up at you, pouting as he refused to let you go, laying you down as he tackled you.

you let out a laugh as he continued to tickle you, hovering you as he looked down with loving in his eyes.

you were gorgeous, he could stare all day without getting tired before snapping out of his thoughts when you lightly tapped his cheek to bring him back to reality.

"I can't believe you're my boyfriend.." the ginger mumbled, sighing happily before hugging you from behind and buried his face on your back, still refusing to believe you were his lover.

[hwaseonghwasworld]

Arranged marriage chapter 3: Wedding Ceremony

Summary: being a popular model isn't enough for Y/n’s parents so they decided to get her married with a 6’1”, protective male who is also a mafia, all the secrets and lies everyone kept from her will soon come into the light, what happens once the truth comes out?

Yunho x Reader

Word count: 1k

Genre: series Mafia au!, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Media au!

Warnings: murder, graphic violence, kidnapping, cursing

Updates: Probably Thursday at 7pm BST

I hate this…

Getting married to a guy I only met once, and watching as people took pictured with me then going to go sit down at the main area, I rolled my eyes as people actually thought I was I love with this stranger, my grandma walked up to me and I tried smiling just for her, “you two look like such a beautiful couple, how did you two meet? Why didn’t you tell me about him?” I looked at my mom who decided to take a picture with both of us and she just smiled and laughed a little.

“You know kids these days, mother, they’re always keeping secrets” I sighed and they stood up and hugged me then walked into the main room. My friends hugged me and we sat down and took pictures, I nodded at them about the plan and we started, “Y/n your bun is loose” “really? Let’s go to my changing room to fix it” we walked away apologising to everyone and we walked to the changing room, I look at Setsuna since she’s the one that decided to switch with me. “Tsuna are you ready to get married again?” She nodded and we quickly switched clothes.

After putting the veil over her head and a cap on mine, before we stepped out Nina said something “why don’t we just run out of the venue instead” I look at her like she’s dumb “you know how obvious it is if I just run out, did you not see the amount of bodyguards here, it’s even risky doing this” she nodded and the girls and I went to go sit down at the main area, while Tsuna was getting ready to walk down the isle, my father got her to hold his arm while she made sure not to look at my father.

“Y/n I understand that you’re mad at me, but… this is for your safety” as soon as Tsuna was standing next to Yunho, Yunho could feel that something was wrong when she was avoiding eye contact

~ Yunho pov ~

Y/n was acting weird… when we first spoke she always kept eye contact even when she didn’t want to, now she was playing with her dress and avoiding eye contact. As soon as I finally got a good look at her… it wasn’t Y/n I look over at the seats and see a girl in a cap who hid her face with the cap but by looking at her lips it was definitely Y/n.

“This isn’t Y/n!”

~ Y/n pov ~

“Shit” I got up and was about to run out buy got stopped by two large body guards who grabbed my arms and dragged me towards Yunho “GET OFF ME” they finally let go of me as soon as I was face to face with Yunho, I looked into his eyes in anger. “I don’t know you enough to marry you” he took my hat off and ran his hands through my hair he grinned touching my cheek and bent down to my height and whispered something in my ear “Y/n trust me, please” i was confused but nodded, why should i trust him is my dad up to something?

As soon as the vows finished we were meant to kiss, he grabbed my cheek and kissed me, I looked shocked but closed my eyes to make it look like I’m kissing him back, once he broke the kiss and smiled while everyone that didn’t know the truth plus my parents clapped. I broke the kiss and looked at how Yunho was just smiling at me.

After a while my older brother Hyunjin pulled me outside while I was talking to my friends, “You can’t be with that guy” I looked at him confused not knowing what he meant, I didn’t want to bring up the fact that it was forced upon me so I just asked him why “is there something wrong?” “I-It’s not being don’t worry” I looked at him pissed since he just bring me out here for no reason then “you can’t just do that asshole” he walked away and I ran up to him and slapped his head in anger “Hyunjin what is it?!” “I said don’t worry!” Yunho pulled me behind him and I could feel the tension between Hyunjin and Yunho.

I decided to just leave cause I didn’t want anything to do with this.

~ Yunho ~

“Stay the fuck away from my sister” “we’re married dumbass” Hyunjin rolled his eyes “look just don’t hurt her cause I know your group is pretty fucking sadistic” “I would never hurt her I love her…” “oh yeah right you had a crush on her in high school” him being that up reminded me about how she acted when we first met again at her house “why can’t she remember me” Hyunjin sighed passing me a cigarette.

“On her 18th birthday something happened and the trauma made her forget stuff” “what happened?” Hyunjin looked at me like he remembered that we hate each other “it’s not my part to say… just don’t ask Y/n about it she already hates her birthday cause of it, just don’t remind her” Hyunjin walked away and I said something before he went into his car. “Where’s your group at?” “I’m not bringing them here, I’m not trying to ruin my sisters wedding with rivals.”

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CHAPTER FOUR OF A SERIES

chapter 01 ; chapter 02 ; chapter 03 

pairing : miguel o’hara x fem!reader

warnings : filthy smut. like. yeah. this chapter is basically just smut with an intro. enjoy! 

word count : 6k (lol)

a/n : this chapter is definitely long!!! might be the final chapter, but i’m debating writing another... let me know if you think it’s good to end here!

miguel thought you leaving would get rid of his feelings, but it only made things worse. he comes to you and tries to make it right. 

                                                      𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪

Contrary to popular belief, Miguel is not actually against having a good time. Once in a while, at least. Sure, he’ll grumble and pretend like he doesn’t want to go whenever Peter B. drags him over to his universe for the night, but in reality it’s his favorite part of the month. They sit on Peter’s couch and drink whiskey, talking, telling stories, even laughing. It’s a part of Miguel that not many are allowed to see. 

Peter makes him comfortable, relaxed, states of being that are foreign to him. Miguel could say just about anything to him and it’d roll off his back, like water on oil. And that makes him think of you, and how you remind him of Peter in some ways. But then he thinks about the things he’s said to you, about how he dug deep enough to make his words actually puncture, and he feels a heavy weight resting on his shoulders. 

“Hey,” Peter interjects, cutting through the thick fog that surrounds him as he is unable to think of anything but you. “You okay?” 

At first, Miguel was relieved that you’d gone, because in your absence he was able to focus, to get things done, to quiet the whispers of the others who had noticed his... favoritism. But then one evening, he lied down and realized he was very, very hungry. He remembered that on some days, the only thing he could find time to eat were the empanadas you delivered him, and now that you were gone, he was spending the day working on an empty stomach. From there it spiraled and Miguel was now able to focus even less than he had been when you were around. Not to mention, Hobie had refused to participate in anything until you returned, which he had expected. It was really the least of his worries, but Jess seemed very annoyed by it. He’d have to take care of that, too. 

Miguel has to take care of a lot of things, he thinks, as he finishes the last droplets of whiskey in his glass. He sighs heavily and places it on the coaster he insisted to use; Peter didn’t seem to care about stains on the wooden table, but Miguel knew Mary Jane would. Just because she wasn’t here at the moment didn’t mean he wouldn’t still respect her wishes. 

“I’m fine,” he finally says, though he knows his voice is not at all convincing. He doesn’t want Peter to ask about it, but deep down he does want to talk. Talk about you, and the concerning amount that he seemed to miss you. 

Peter scoffs. “Man, come on. Everyone knows you’re upset about what happened.” 

Miguel feels his blood running a little hot with the alcohol in his system, and instead of glaring at his friend and coming up with something that will shut this down, he only purses his lips. “It’s what was best for everyone.” 

An odd sort of glimmer shows in Peter’s eyes before it’s gone, just as soon as it appeared. “For everyone? So, that includes you, and her, right?” 

He’s got him there. Miguel almost laughs. 

“I...” he trails off, unsure how to really continue without sounding stupid or too vulnerable. “It doesn’t matter.” 

“No? So, you’ve been doing fine without her around, then. Getting lots done, I hope.” 

Usually, Miguel would find himself annoyed by Peter’s sarcasm, but this time he actually manages a small smile, before he shakes his head. “Yes, actually. Well, I was.” 

Peter pours himself another drink, and Miguel nods toward his glass to tell him that he would definitely like one as well. 

“Until...?” 

The brown liquid fills the space around the ice cubes and Miguel reaches for it, taking a sip large enough that anyone normal would be plastered right now. But Miguel’s always had a high tolerance, and that on top of the Spider-man enhancements makes it difficult for him to get even a little drunk. 

“Until... I don’t know. But now I can’t stop... thinking about her. It’s making me furious.” The confession hangs in the air for a moment as Miguel stares at the drink, sloshing it around gently to alleviate some of the tension. Peter chuckles, leaning back in his chair. 

“You know, it would be easy enough to visit her. Just to see how she’s doing.” 

Miguel’s eyes shoot up to meet Peter’s and he almost slaps him across the face. He has been thinking of that option, knowing it’s a bad idea, knowing he would be better off just leaving you alone. But now the possibility is out in the air and Miguel knows that no matter what is said or done in the next hour, even if he promises himself he will not, he is going to see you. 

“Mm. Just to see how she’s doing,” Miguel repeats, taking a sip. He looks at Peter over the rim of the glass to see he’s got a smug smile on his face. Typical.

The house is a little chilly. Peter seems not to care about his electricity bill, he’s always got the air conditioner running. Miguel is fidgeting in his seat a little as he listens to his friend, because now the idea has burrowed into his head and he can’t think of anything else. He wonders what you’re doing right now. Are you happy? How angry are you with him? How hurt? 

When the clock hits midnight Miguel has left Peter’s house and gone home. He sets an alarm for tomorrow, knowing that if he wants to see you he must do it early enough that no one questions his absence. The alcohol lulls him to sleep, and again, he dreams of you. 

                                                       𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪

The sanctum has everything except good lighting. On a good day, the sun shines brightly through the stained glass windows and the entire place is washed in color. It’s like living in a painting.

Since I’ve come home, it’s been raining nonstop. So, today is a bad day, and on a bad day entering the sanctum feels like entering an abandoned castle. It’s dark and grey, and all the artifacts and portraits of sorcerer’s past are watching me. When I walk, my footsteps echo, and since the soles of my shoes are wet with rain they squeak against the polished wooden floor.

“Hello?” I call, knowing Strange is here somewhere, probably waiting for the moment to make his dramatic entrance. You know, slowly descend from above with his stupid cape floating behind him. Or maybe he’ll step out of a portal right in front of me. One time he just went for the easy route, sneaking up behind me fast enough that my spidey-sense didn’t catch him. Prick.

That’s funny. No response, which means he’s either actually left to do god knows what, or he’s just ignoring me. It’s taken me a week to actually make myself come see him, so maybe he’s forgotten all about his letter. Oh well. If Strange is giving me a free out, I’ll take it.

Before I can turn on my heels, though, the hairs stand up on my neck. Someone is here, and it’s not Strange, unless he’s decided to be extra dedicated to his theatric arrival. No, it’s not him. It’s something that feels sinister, darker, and immediately I think of the worst. Has someone infiltrated the sanctum? Is Stephen okay? Any thoughts regarding the day I’ve had are replaced by the mantra I always repeat to myself in these situations; If I can help, I will. I have to.

I keep still, only moving my head to look in both directions for anything I might’ve missed. Any sign of forced entry, of a struggle; but I find nothing. When the sense of dread doesn’t get any worse, I shoot a web at the wall upstairs and land stealthily, trying not to make my shoes squeak.

The feeling grows more palpable. Someone is definitely here, and they’re close by. They might even be watching me. I ready myself, my fists itching to move at my sides—they ache with a reminder of a particularly tough fight I got into earlier today with a thief who just wouldn’t give up. Usually, petty criminals are a cakewalk, but this guy must’ve studied karate or something. I went a little harder on him than I should’ve, but with all the pent up emotion it’s difficult to reign myself back in. I’m sure a video will go viral later of me absolutely beating on the poor guy, but I’m also sure that I couldn’t care less.

I wait silently, trying to remain perfectly still, staring down the hallway that leads to Strange’s office. And then I feel it, suddenly; my blood freezes for a moment and before I can see what or who is rapidly approaching me from behind, I whip around, swinging hard.  

My fist collides with skin, and a resounding smack echoes through the sanctum as I instinctively take a few steps back from my assailant. They stumble backwards, but not as much as a punch of that magnitude really should’ve sent them. And then I’m able to focus and I recognize that suit, and that hair, and that god awful angry sound that he always growls when he’s been hit.

“...Miguel?” I say, quietly, unsure that I’m seeing correctly. I wait for him to move at me, to wrap me in his webs and yell at me so long my ears bleed, but he does nothing but stare. The dull light coming from the windows shadows his face, making him look scarier than he really is. I am not scared of Miguel O’hara, and I’m not really angry, either. Seeing him does little more than make my chest ache and my feet twitch to run, and I almost do, before he finally opens his mouth.

“Your friend doesn’t have great security.”

It’s probably supposed to sound ominous, but it comes out a little timid, like he’s nervous. I’m not sure what’s happening here but I want it to be over.

“What the hell did you do to Strange?” I ask, regaining my composure a little, filling the space between us ever so slightly. Miguel takes a deep breath and it almost looks like he’s rolling his eyes.

“He wasn’t here when I arrived. I would’ve been interested in talking to him.” He’s smug when he says that, and I think to myself, what could he possibly be smug about, when he’s showing up and talking to me like he didn’t rip me to shreds the last time I saw him.

I glare at him, my hands shaking a little, in anger, in something else. “Miguel, I would appreciate it if you just left me the fuck alone.”

The frustrating gleam in Miguel’s eyes seems to disappear, and all that’s left are the red pools that sit in his eyes, which narrow at me as he moves closer. And I’m mad, mad at him, but mostly myself, because when he stares me down like that the urge to run and the urge to let him devour me begin to wage war.  

“Listen to me,” he says, and though his face is hard, his voice is satiny, breathless. “This has gone on too long.”

I blink back at him, noticing that he is just as close to me as he was before, noticing that the same tension is there, only this time it feels like I’m choking on it.

“You told me to leave,” I finally say, sounding more miserable than I would’ve liked. His eyebrows furrow slightly at that, and my heart pounds a little harder, my fingers tingling, the hair standing up on my neck.

“I didn’t.” Miguel’s voice is steady, and just loud enough for me to hear, so there are no echoes. It creates a strange sense of intimacy, like it’s only for me. My breath hitches and I hope he doesn’t notice.

“Well,” I start, feeling suppressed emotions from the past week struggling to resurface, “you told me that it wouldn’t matter if I did. Why would I stay if I don’t matter?”

I know my eyes are glossing over, I know my voice is watery. I’m embarrassed to look this way in front of him, and I inhale shakily, shaking my head to rid myself of that aching in my throat. My nails make crescent markings in the palms of my hands but I force myself to keep looking at him, though it only makes everything feel worse.

A puff of air escapes Miguel and his mouth parts just the slightest bit. I feel it on my lips. His breath is warm and smells like mint and a little bit of coffee. 

“I didn’t... mean that.” His eyes go a little wide, only a little, but I see it. “It does matter if you leave.”

I furrow my eyebrows, and my heart is going so fast that I can feel it in my fingers. The sound of it surrounds me and is only overpowered by the sound of Miguel’s voice.

“I can’t stand to be around you, I can’t stand how you talk, and how you act, and your stupid fucking jokes.” I feel like my heart is breaking, and I try to move away, but suddenly Miguel is clutching both of my arms in his hands and he has a frantic look in his eye, something that almost scares me but not quite.

“Because every time you open your mouth, or you smile, or god forbid you fucking laugh, it makes me want to... to keep you. To get close to you. To know you.” His grip tightens on my arms and I feel like I might not be able to stand up if he wasn’t practically holding me. “The ways I think about you... they’re not right. It’s not like me. And if you leave, I can get rid of all that.”

Miguel’s breaths are heavy, his nostrils flaring slightly with each inhale. His eyes are a little wild and they bore into mine with such intensity I think that if I look away I might explode. His hands burn into my skin and I shiver. I’m convinced that this is not real, it must be an illusion Strange made to mock me for his own amusement. That would be low, even for him, but it’s still within his realm of asshole-ry.

“—I thought it would work, but it didn’t. It’s like a virus, you’re infecting me, and... and I don’t know what to do.” Miguel’s nostrils are flaring and his eyes are darting across my face, searching for something, maybe answers, I don’t know. The lack of distance between us is really all I can focus on; that, and the way I can feel my cheeks flushing, my lips parting, and the anger and the desire and everything inside me is threatening to bubble up. 

“Miguel,” I finally say, and it comes out quiet, soft. I don’t know what I plan to continue with but I know I need to say something. I see his Adams’ apple bob as he swallows hard, and suddenly his hands are on the small of my back and he’s pulling me toward him, impossibly closer. Our noses bump and his lips ghost over mine; each exhale tickles my skin. My eyes flutter shut for a moment, overwhelmed, intrigued, waiting for him to speak. 

“You have to—” he pauses, clearing his throat. “You have to tell me it’s okay or I can’t—I can’t let myself.” 

My hands find their way to his shoulders, snaking up and lacing with one another behind his neck. There’s only a little bit of skin exposed, as he’s wearing his suit, but when I touch it it’s hot and I can almost feel his bones vibrating with anticipation underneath. I feel as though if he moves he will swallow me whole. I’m not entirely opposed to the idea. 

“Miguel,” I repeat, this time a little breathier. He inhales sharply, and his fingers dig into my waist. I press my palm against the nape of his neck and slide it to his cheek, feeling the scars and bruises of the past, the dull point of his cheekbones, his clenched jaw. I smile softly and I look into his eyes. 

“You are such a dick.” 

I don’t know why I think that’s the right thing to say, but it feels like it is, because Miguel stares down at me for just a second more before his lips capture mine. The kiss is searing, burning me down to the bone, making me stumble back slightly with the force of it. He walks me into the wall and holds me there, with his hands, with his mouth, with the sheer weight of his body pressing against mine. And though I’ve thought of this so many times I can’t even recall the number, I never thought of it like this. Gentle and caring and so passionate it makes me feel almost a little sad. 

When I pull away, his mouth chases me. I take in his expression and I almost moan at the sight; his lips a little puffy, his eyes slightly wide, his cheeks pink. I have never seen him like this before. The idea that it’s me that is reducing him to this desperate sort of mess makes me swallow hard. 

“Can I?” he asks, like he didn’t kiss me just a few seconds before. His voice is quiet and rough and it sounds like he’s restraining himself. One of his hands has slipped underneath the bottom of my shirt and his thumb is moving in slow circles on my skin. The act makes my chest swell a little and I just nod, unable to really say anything. 

He kisses me again, but this time it’s more similar to the way I imagined it. His fangs sink into the flesh of my bottom lip and I squeak, earning a soft groan from him as his tongue slips into my mouth. My fingers glide into his hair and I tug; the noise that escapes him makes my head swim. 

When Miguel presses his body against me, I think about how the spider suits are too thin, because I can feel the outline of his cock against my thigh and I almost gasp. He’s big. And he’s so hard I’m sure it must be painful. Without thinking, my hand slithers down between us and I palm him gently, waiting for him to suddenly pull away and start yelling about how ridiculous this all is. 

But he doesn’t. He moans, and I don’t know if it’s wishful thinking or if it’s real, but I swear to god I hear him whisper my name against my lips. 

“Miguel,” I say, the sensations around me making it difficult to focus, “we can’t do this here. What if he comes back?” 

Miguel ignores me and starts lying open-mouthed kisses against the corner of my lips, moving down to my jaw, and then my neck, and I forget for a second about where I am. He bites me, his fangs scraping sharp against my skin. My back arches just the slightest bit, causing my hand to brush against his clothed cock once again. He exhales hard and the vibrations rumble through me. 

“Miguel,” I try again, but it only seems to spur him on, sucking bruises on the skin of my collarbones now as he keeps moving down. Both of his hands are now resting tight on my ribcage, scrunching my shirt up to reveal my stomach. The cold air on my skin makes me shiver. 

“Let him see. I don’t care,” Miguel mutters, and he pauses for a second. And then he kneels in front of me and I think I might explode.

Miguel O’Hara is staring up at me, his hands massaging the skin just below my breasts, his chin resting against my pelvis, his eyes lidded and glossed over with lust. Miguel O’Hara, the person who has never once smiled at me, who tells me I’m a nuisance and a distraction, is on his knees, practically begging for me. I reach out to touch him and notice that a small bruise is forming in the place where I must’ve punched him. It only adds to his beauty, and I cradle his cheek gently. A uncomfortable, confusing feeling fills my stomach when Miguel leans into my touch. 

“Does it hurt?” My voice is uncharacteristically tender. He shakes his head. The guilt must stay in my eyes for a moment too long, because he raises his head and kisses my stomach, his thumbs beginning to move in circles again. 

“Don’t worry. You can make it up to me.” 

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Miguel’s always known he was the possessive type. Obsessive might be a better word for it, but it sounds too harsh, so he’d rather stick with the former. He’s always been jealous and competitive, unable to relinquish control over the things closest to him. It usually drives a wedge between himself and whatever it is he desires to be in charge of, which sort of defeats the purpose. 

But you? You seem to like it. How could you not, when his desire to make you his has him buried between your thighs, lapping at your weeping cunt like he’ll die if he stops. His dreams are nothing compared to this; to the warmth of your thighs pressing against his cheeks as you hold his face there, to the gentle tug of your fingers wrapped around his locks every time his nose nudges your clit. And the way you sound, god, there was no way he could have possibly known how quickly you got loud, and desperate, and sinful. He thinks to himself that maybe this was not the best idea, because if he hoped before that it would aid him in forgetting about you, he was sorely mistaken. 

“Oh my god,” you whimper, your legs trembling. Your voice echoes through the room and Miguel wonders if this doctor has any cameras in his home. You don’t seem to be worried about it, but who knows, maybe that’s something you like. The idea of you enjoying being watched by someone else drives him to push harder. He doesn’t like the thought of you letting another man see you this way. He knows it’s selfish, but god if he doesn’t want to ruin you for anyone else. 

“Miguelmiguelmiguel, please, please,” you babble, like you don’t know how to say anything else. He’s been at it for almost 20 minutes now, because he promised himself he would take his time with you, and he won’t let up on that. He knows you need to cum but he just can’t let you, not when you sound so pretty begging. 

“I know, I know,” he manages, slipping a finger into your cunt as he looks up at you. His knees are beginning to ache, but he barely feels it. Your stomach and chest are heaving as you try to calm yourself down, your lip pulled taut between your teeth. “You’re doing so good for me, princesa. Taste like heaven.” 

You fucking pout at that, grinding yourself against his hand. Miguel growls a little and his breath goes shaky. 

“Please, please,” you beg, your eyes squeezed shut, your mouth hanging open. “I can’t—I need—”

He shushes you. “Be patient. I promise I’ll give you what you want.” 

Your grip on his hair tightens and Miguel feels his cock throb in his suit. He looks down and can see a stain where he must be leaking, and suddenly that throbbing spreads through his entire figure and he realizes he can’t wait anymore. 

Miguel quickly takes his finger out of you and stands; he doesn’t get a second to breath before you’re lunging at him, one leg hooked around his hip, your hands practically clawing at his suit, saying takethisoff. Your bottom lip is raw from your gnawing, and he can’t help it when he bites it, this time hard enough to draw blood. When the coppery taste invades his mouth he’s a little ashamed at the noise he makes, but that goes away once he hears how much you liked it. 

“I need you,” you say, and your skin is sheening a little with a light layer of sweat. Miguel doesn’t think he’s heard anything more beautiful in his life. Your eyes bear into his, clouded and sparkling. “Miguel, please.”

One of your hand moves to hold his clothed cock and he feels himself losing it. 

“Is that what you want?” he breathes, and he reaches behind his neck to press the button that rids him of his suit. Immediately, it's sucked up into the mechanism and he’s suddenly only in his boxers, but it’s the last thing he’s worried about. The words leave his mouth before he can even think about filtering them. “Want me to split you open, huh?” 

You press against him and Miguel can feel your nipples through your shirt, pebbled and aching. His hand move to palm your tits and you keen into his touch; when he exhales Miguel sounds like a starving animal. 

“Yes,” you reach for his bare chest and your nails rake down, to his abs, which quiver under your touch.  “Yes, please, Miguel.” 

Miguel loses all sense for a second, unable to move, and in that second your fingers are tugging his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. He hisses at the exposure, feeling himself hard against his stomach, his tip bright red and leaking an almost concerning amount of pre-cum. Your hand wraps around him and he thrusts into your grip, clutching your arm as his eyes flutter shut, and his mouth hangs open. 

He was right; your fingertips barely touch, unable to wrap fully around his girth. He looks up at you and sees worry cross your pretty face momentarily. He wants to reassure you that there is nothing you have to do; despite the restraint he is lacking right now, he would never force you into anything. But then you swallow and your hand starts to move up to his tip, running your thumb over his slit so slow it hurts. 

“You’re... god, you’re fucking huge, Miguel. How has anyone ever fit that inside them?” You manage a smile and a huff that’s meant to be laughter, even though he’s naked in front of you and his face is covered in your slick, and you’re in someone else’s house, and he’s technically your boss. Some of Miguel’s desire is overshadowed by that ache in his chest, and he smiles back. 

“I can go slow if you think you can’t take it,” he teases, his hands moving up and down slowly across your exposed stomach. You shiver under his touch and finally reach up to lift your shirt off, showing him that you’re not wearing a bra. You have the most beautiful body he’s ever seen and he wants to worship you, but he’s not sure he has the willpower to wait any longer. Maybe next time. 

You squeeze his cock tight, and he hisses. “Is that a challenge?” 

Miguel slots his mouth against yours and kisses you hard, pushing your head back into the wall. You lose your grip on him and instead place your hands anywhere you can touch; his chest, his stomach, his shoulders, his neck. He can feel you everywhere, except the place he needs you the most. 

“Can I fuck you?” he finds himself gasping, between kisses. He’s prepared for a no, despite the way your body obviously wants him. “Please. Say it, please.” Your teeth are knocking and he’s basically sucking on your tongue, trying to invade you, get more of you. 

And then you nod and you press yourself against his hip. You look him in the eyes and the haze melts away. It’s just you and him; you’re staring at him in a way that he had only ever dreamed about.  “I want you, Miguel. Right now, there’s nothing more that I want than you.” 

He studies you for a moment, just listening to the sound of your breathing, of his own. You smile softly at him and card your hand through his hair, cocking your head to the side just the slightest bit. Your knee rests against his hip, giving him full access. He doesn’t think you’ve ever looked more gorgeous. 

“I..” Miguel hesitates, but pushes through. “I want you, too.” 

When he slides inside you, he does it slowly, just like he said he would. It’s just the tip, but your back still arches, your breath is still taken away. Miguel looks down at where you’re connected and the sight is pornographic; your walls just swallowing him in, pulsating around him. It feels like you were made just for him, and he wants to shape your cunt around him, make sure no one else can ever make you feel good. 

“Shit,” he hisses, bracing himself. One of his hands snakes around the back of your head to keep you from bumping into the wall, and the other holds you by the waist, making sure you’re steady. “You’re so tight, honey, god. Can you relax for me?” 

You whine softly as he slides a little deeper, punching the breath from his chest. He’s only halfway in, but he feels like he’s going to cum any second. You’re not making this very easy on him. 

“Miguel, it’s too much,” but your pussy is clinging to him like it needs him, and your nails make crescent markings in his shoulders as you try to steady your breathing. 

“It’s okay, hermosa, it’s okay,” he coos, kissing you quickly. He hopes it’s enough to reassure you, because it’s taking all his energy to keep himself from just thrusting right into you. “I know you can take it, shit, I know you can. Just a little more.” 

You reach up to kiss him back. It’s tender and he sighs into your mouth, rolling his hips forward without thinking about it. You squeak and your nails grip him so hard he knows they’re drawing blood, but he can’t think about anything but how fucking hot you are around him, already trying to milk him dry and he hasn’t even started. He’s all the way inside you now. He can feel your heartbeat through your walls. 

“Miguel,” you whisper, placing your hand under his chin to make him look at you. “Move, please.”

Who is he to say no to such a pretty request? 

Miguel pulls back slowly, more for himself than for you; if he goes any faster, he’s done for. He sounds pathetic, mumbling about how beautiful you are, how good you’re making him feel. Once he’s all the way out, he slides back in, all at once this time. 

“Fuck, feels so good,” you whine, as he starts to set a steady pace. Miguel is trying to look anywhere but your eyes, trying to prolong this. He can feel his balls aching as they begin to slap against your ass; he moans out loud when you clench around him. 

“Faster, ah,” you cry, and a switch flips inside him. 

He pulls out suddenly, relishing for a moment in the way you whine, but then he’s grabbing you by the shoulders and spinning you around, so that your hands are braced against the wall and your ass is exposed to him. Miguel marvels at the sight but knows he doesn’t have much time; the threat of Strange showing up grows worse with each second. So, he wastes not another minute before sliding back into you, smoothing his hand over the delicious arch of your back. 

“You want it like this? Faster? Harder?” Miguel grips your ass and spreads you open; he almost drools at the way your puckered hole is clenching, the way your pussy greedily swallows him. He smacks your asscheek hard enough to leave a mark and almost cums when you tighten around him. 

“Answer me,” he chokes out, too far gone to really care about how rough he’s being. You seem to like it, anyhow, babbling yesyesyes and thankyouthankyou, and Miguel thinks to himself that nothing is going to be the same after this. For you, for him, for whatever it was that the two of had together. 

He can’t seem to care, because suddenly you’re squeezing him so tight that he almost doubles over, overwhelmed with the pleasure that shoots up his spine. Instead, he reaches down to your clit, rubbing tight, quick circles over it with his thumb. He’s moaning like he’s the one being touched, because you’re almost sobbing now. 

“Miguelmiguelmiguel, I’mgonna—oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, fuck I’m cumming!—”

Miguel’s vision dots with stars. He feels like he’s been dropped into the ocean, and he’s drowning in you, and he’s not struggling because he wants to be taken under. 

“Hah, f-fuck, that’s it,” he forces out, his hips snapping into you so feverishly he’s afraid he might be hurting you. Maybe not that afraid, because just seconds later he smacks your ass again, this time even harder. You sound like you’re crying. The lewd, wet noises of your creaming cunt echo in the cavernous room and again Miguel wonders if there are cameras. He wonders if maybe he could sneak the tape before the doctor arrives home. 

“Inside,” you whimper, turning to look at him over your shoulder. You look like a fucking angel, debauched, mascara running down your cheeks, your lips puffy and parted. “Please.”

That’s all Miguel needs, because the moment the words leave your mouth, he’s cumming hard, squeezing you with such force that he’s sure he’ll leave finger-shaped bruises on your skin. The noise that leaves him sounds inhumane, crazed, but it’s drowned out by the searing pleasure that strikes him. He barely registers that the sound is his at all. 

When he comes to, he’s still inside you, and when he pulls out he groans lowly as his cum starts to drip out. You’re still clenching around nothing, legs trembling. Miguel caresses your ass gently, his hands soothing the red handprint, just wanting to touch you some more. He’s not sure what’s going to happen after this, and he wants to savor it while it lasts. 

"Don’t worry,” you say as you turn to face him, leaning back against the wall. Your voice is hoarse and tired. “I’m on the pill.” 

“Huh?” Miguel thinks for a second before he realizes, and he just nods. That was truly the least of his worries; he’s still in his post-orgasm haze, and all he can think about is how good he feels. “Oh, that. Good.” 

You smile. “Yeah. Just that.”

You reach for him and he immediately comes forward to hold you, his lips hovering above yours. He’s a little worried that you might regret it, but is slightly reassured by the feathery touch of your fingers as they slide around him. 

“Hey,” you whisper, still grinning softly. “How about we go home? If Strange comes in here and sees us like this I don’t think I can ever face him again.” 

Miguel knows you don’t mean your apartment. You mean home, the Spider Society, and he feels a swell of pride at that. He’s made that your home. Even if he did technically kick you out of it. 

“Mmhm. I need to clean you up.” 

Your cheeks go red. “Is it really that messy? Don’t let anything get on the carpet! It’s impossible to scrub stuff out, I think it’s a vintage rug or something.” 

He stares at you, and then he laughs, and laughs a little harder once he notices the way your eyes light up at the sound. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” 

I’ll take care of you, is what Miguel doesn’t say. But he gets the feeling that you hear it, anyhow. You kiss him again and he thinks that he could do that forever. 

“Ok. I trust you.” 

And of all the pretty noises you’ve made for him, all the lovely things you’ve said, somehow, that’s the most beautiful thing Miguel has ever heard. 

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notes after rewatching fallout s1 ep8

• maximus is once again on a [brotherhood of steel] vertibird. this time is much different though. he's no longer a nervous, inexperienced squire. he's a man with a mission. a completely different one from the start. he's going to dupe the brotherhood of steel and buy time. to help lucy. • as he stares at two knights, it flashes back to lucy telling him to find her after all this. they do. but they cannot stay. • as the vertibird travels to filly, the transmission on the vertibird goes "the locals put up a fight, but so did we". makes so much sense why cooper told lucy to leave the griffith observatory, the brotherhood of steel really probably would've killed her • filly has been uh "secured" by the brotherhood of steel and maximus presents the not actual head to elder cleric quintus. elder cleric quintus in an obvious move asks maximus "you're wearing the knight's red. where's your knight?" in this moment, it is [the still injured] dane who takes the head from maximus to give to elder cleric quintus. maximus makes eye contact with dane and i swear i felt a mountain move

• maximus divulges that knight titus is dead to elder cleric quintus. elder cleric quintus, ever the inquisitor says "this is not the first time a brother in your company has fallen into misfortune..." dane precariously climbs the stairs elder cleric quintus is sitting atop. worry and fear spreading across their face with every step. "is it?" elder cleric quintus finishes. • of course they check this fake head and it does not register anything in it when a device is used on it to detect the resource. maximus has been had. "i fear you lied then. just as you lie now." elder cleric quintus accuses. "no artifact, m'lord" • maximus is visibly going into shock, his deception having been rooted out swiftly, easily • the problem here is that accidentally getting the wrong head is plausible. but coming back without your knight and possibly being the one who sabotaged another member are all red flags. elder cleric quintus is left with no choice but to assume here tbh

• as maximis initiates a speech check to begin bargaining for his life, two knights who escorted him in now hold him down. priests or whatever start chanting. a third knight with a gun walks up behind a kneeling maximus. ah ok this is an execution now, got it • "please listen to me! i can get you the real head!" maximus begs, the barrel of this large gun touching the back of his dome. the terror is visible and palpable but only on maximus' and dane's faces. "confess." elder cleric quintus hisses. maximus pleads again "don't kill me and i can lead you to it!". fair bargain to me, nobody else in that town knows where it is except maximus • in this same line, the camera is on dane. such fear in dane's face. • as maximus yells "i can help you!" dane drops to their knees, breaking the thick tension with a confession of their own, "please, m'lord. my injury was my own doing. not his." before dane can continue, maximus once again reminds, desperately "please... please, i know where the head is!" with dane next going "for the sake of the brotherhood, please listen to him!" • elder cleric quintius says something interesting to me. he says "such a display of loyalty. don't see that much anymore." elder cleric quintus is not talking about the brotherhood of steel. elder cleric quintus is talking about dane's loyalty to maximus. remember back with episode 1 where i said dane is maybe in love with maximus? yeah

• in this scene we learned that not only did elder cleric quintus still suspect maximus gave dane that foot injury despite having him squire for knight titus but that dane also self inflicted that injury • maximus is let go, almost assuredly having pissed his pants 😭 • notice how elder cleric quintus was elevated above everyone else in this scene. he was atop the stairs in filly and anyone who spoke to him kneeled. his position and his rule in this faction is of interest to me for sure • the next shot with elder cleric quintus and maximus is very star wars and i'm going to explain that • in a dimly lit private meeting, elder cleric quintus asks maximus "you think you're the first squire who coveted his knight's armour?" he then asks how knight titus perished. "he died running" maximus says almost in a disillusioned way. upon hearing this, elder cleric quintus replies "the brotherhood has lost its way." i wonder how many other knights are scared

• "we once ruled the wasteland... and yet power is taken. not given." oh, fallout--- • "a lesson you seem to have learned." yes and no, i love how maximus taking the armour of a [terrible] dying man wasn't so bad to me, it felt like self preservation, that man was going to get maximus killed otherwise • "so, if what you say is true, and you can lead us to the relic, then together, you and i, we will have power. and with it... we will start a new brotherhood." here is exactly where i see some star wars. anakin. anakin and palpatine. the circumstances are only a little bit different. orphan, raised in a cult, never given opportunities they desire, vulnerable so an old manipulator is in their ear trying to gain power. practically twins. • listen... i only now understand elder cleric quintus runs a chapter and not the entire thing. mans wants it all. not a bad bargain for maximus and the fusion core can do this. • elder cleric quintus reminds maximus that his entire life he wanted a home. there are flashbacks to maximus surviving the shady sands incident and him seeing a knight. he asks maximus simply this "build one with me."

• lucy freshly laundered, hair laid, clear skin, with the stinking, rotting head lands at the observatory where moldaver is. armed femme guards greet her at the gate. • crazy scene! as lucy strolls through the observatory, there's crops, farmers, children playing. and even ghouls. a ghoul she saved at the super duper mart recognizes lucy, "it's her." the person next to them puts an arm on their shoulder. i am not crying! • getting sick to my stomach realising the brotherhood of steel descended on this place with children 😞 • meanwhile, the cowboy ghoul we all know and love slinks across the wasteland, trailed by dogmeat. this flashbacks to the day cooper's life turned upside down. the day he spied on barb at vault tec • billboard on the side of where cooper and dogmeat are walking is for sunset sarsaparilla, a consumable item in fallout: new vegas

• cooper having to put on a mask and pretend [act!] like he's not spying on his wife by driving her to work [wonder if he "bungled" that oil change on purpose] • "you know, most guys with a ride this nice, they wouldn't be willing to get their hands dirty." foreshadowing, metaphor, a thing, front and center • this was the last time cooper told barb he loves her and still meant it • cooper is spying on barb in the parking lot, the military taught him nothing 😭 • here come bud askins! enough! i hate him! go away 😭 • the car bud is driving is the messerschmitt kr200 • because cooper is actively spying, barb has yet to enter the building, fiddling with the prototype pip boy. but all the while, bud interrupts cooper's espionage to have another rambling business meeting type conversation with him. cooper is once again nice to this evil man

• barb states after being asked by bud what's wrong "uh my pip boy. it's been acting strange. the transmitter is always activated..." cooper looks spooked. he's been listening in a lot, i see • bud suggests taking it to it but barb says she can fix it herself. wonder if she did finally figure out where the pip boy was transmitting to before... • lmao cooper's like "i'm heading out. i promised janey that i would teach her some roping [😢] and bud, who cooper is not fucking talking to responds to this statement anyways "oh, yeah? i don't have kids myself. but i do have a training program for up and coming executives and that's basically the same thing." bud spilling the vault 31 thing right there yet another time • once again, someone else is trying to talk to cooper but all he is thinking about and fixating on is barb. i am hurt but i am also amused 😭 • no, barb has not told cooper 'bout no junior executive program, bud. bud calls this shit "bud's buds" 😭. bud explains "the basic idea is that the biggest obstacle to achievement has been the brevity of the human lifespan. it's prevented us from working on projects that require centuries, maybe even millennia, to see through. so ideally, bud's buds will keep my project on track centuries into the future." the ravings of a madman, your honour ☝️

• cooper's face through this spiel is comedy but also barb having to pull this man off her husband is too, like get off of him 😭 • bud's statements about architecting programs that run centuries into the future being paired with cooper telling lucy her life was planned hundreds of years ago... oof, chills • because of the frequency and distance, cooper is starting to hear static. barb and her pip boy are getting too far away. cooper overhears barb ask bud if his pip boy has been acting up before it is consumed by static. copper rather softly says "fuck." to himself. now parallel this to the bait scene where he loudly yells it lol • i guess cooper goes there a lot because cooper decides to walk in the building to get closer to hear better and there's no issue there

• lucy enters the observatory and it's very beautiful inside like a painting of a decadent ruin. you can see the sky because there's a huge hole in the roof. • hank is there or whatever, trapped in a cage like a damsel in distress. there's a new california republic flag on what's left of the wall, you can hear the hissing and groaning of feral ghoul rose before she is panned to. this is hank's worst fucking nightmare, huh • i just realized... hank has a ring on his ring finger on his non dominant hand. a gold band. he disgusts me so much omg • moldaver welcomes lucy to this unnerving and gothic abode. moldaver is having uh dinner, freshly made, warm on the table. there's fruits, bread, stuffed meat. hopefully she's been starving hank this whole time and he can only look. moldaver's hair is also laid and billowing in the wind • feral ghoul rose is tied down with rope in the chair ☹️

• "join us. it's my turn to host, isn't it?" sick! moldaver offers lucy a chair. lucy expressed her pre reveal rage "i've had a lot of time to think about this moment. you wouldn't believe the things that went through my head. one night, i actually tried to stuff an old grenade into the neck hole. i guess i was gonna walk in here and blow everybody up. but it's not really how i was raised." oh lucy. it wasn't how hank was raised either. and look at what he did. twice. • lucy then says "so, if you don't mind, i'm gonna keep things civil!" and then plops siggi's head on moldaver's food 😭 she said civil, she's still gonna be petty rotf • rose roars at lucy as moldaver takes the cold fusion capsule out of siggi's head, at last retrieving free energy and releasing it from the shackles of this man's cranium. thank you, siggi ❤️

• lucy then asks for hank back. "very well. but first..." moldaver has put the small capsule in a vial and holds it up to observe it "what if i tell you how i know your father? who he really is?" this has got to be the juiciest episode. hank objects immediately. moldaver is about to ruin this man's whole career. • as moldaver tells lucy that lucy thinks hank was born in a vault like her and her brother, it changes back to norm coming up on vault 31's whole thing. norm finds bud but he's different. this weird guy is now a brain. in a jar. on a roomba. and he's stuck. trapped behind a fallen broom or something 😭 this is funny because back in the vault tec meeting scene, while cooper was spying, they showed bud tripping up the stairs while talking to barb gldgldlf • while stuck before norm helps him, bud keeps saying "no, no i'll get it this time." and "the key to the future is humanity." [parts of his little speech from the vault tec meeting] i'm howling, how long has he been stuck like this? • bud tells on hank quick because bud tells norm once he recognizes "wait, you're not betty. or hank." like oop them the two main villains right there, huh

• lmao ok but when bud sees that norm is like, someone outside vault tec knowledge has found out what's in vault 31, bud decides to idk kill norm?? 😭 • bud's like "initiate protocol 53" and takes out a syringe. the music is menacing. but he's a brain in a jar on a roomba 😭 • norm just dodges bud but bud cannot stop showing his hand "the secret must be guarded. don't go in there. don't you go in there! don't read anything in there. or turn on the lights. don't you access the info tree or look at the terminal." like omg shut uppp 😭 • back in the past, cooper is assisted to a waiting room at vault tec where his film posters are on the walls. he is brought there by a pre war betty. • in the same scene, we get another drop. henry works with barb and asks to meet cooper. he's a big fan. henry is hank.

• ugh this next scene makes me ill but we need to speak on it because it's realistic, it's damning, it's indicative, it's abject. and it's the secret meeting all the powerful entities have while cooper listens in • they got the legion of doom down there, y'all. they got robco, west tek, big mt, repconn, and vault tec. everybody in here is menacing af. barb less so. on the surface. • lol mr. house telling fred of big mt that he could lose money running a casino amuses me, that's so fallout: new vegas • "sure, rumours of the peace negotiations have set us back, but we're here to offer an opportunity." and the opportunity is nuclear annihilation and crimes against humanity • it almost seems like every conversation bud was having with cooper felt like a business meeting because he was using cooper as a practice board for this meeting here. cooper can do two things at once because just because he always thinking about barb doesn't mean he didn't hear every word bud has said

• bud tells the companies at this meeting that the vaults are capable of being sufficient for centuries. but then bud said something i hadn't noticed first watch. "meanwhile, our competitors... you know, every other human who isn't us... will be dead on the surface." very big what the fuck, how did the competition become vault tec versus everyone else • they cut back to cooper listening intently and his brow is becoming more and more furrowed • "because after all, what is the ultimate weapon of mass destruction? time. time is the apex predator. and in the event of an incident, time is the weapon with which we will defeat all of out enemies." whoa whoa whoa when did "competitors" turn into "enemies"? the fuck? • "this is how we will win the great game of capitalism. not by outfighting anyone. but by outliving them." the company's representatives are still not very sold on these vaults. because they all start arguing after bud's monologue

• something happens next i have so many questions about it [and so do others] because next what happens is that barb [who hasn't spoken yet] looks at her pip boy then looks up. there's a shady figure observing all this. who on earth is that? i personally thought it could be the president of the us. others i have seen say they think barb knows she is being listened in on but not by cooper but by this person? i guess this is for future seasons • you know this is the scene where cooper is so sweet and trusting. before barb speaks, he goes "come on, barb. set 'em straight" 😞 he would've put his life in her hands if she asked him too, he would've faced god and walked backwards in hell for her. • barb starts "when i think about the future, i think about my daughter... janey. how do i provide her with a better future? that's what we've invited you here to discuss." cooper was on bated breath and prematurely says "yes" thinking barb was doing something right. but little did he know 😢 • norm walks deeper into vault 31 and sees that it is different, it's smaller than vault 33 or even vault 32. brain on a roomba tells norm this is indeed the vault hank is from. but not before telling norm "you'll never find out." and norm simply pushing a button for lights "oh he's gonna find out" lmaooo • norm has found the plot twist of the century. it's a vault full of people in cryostasis. norm's expression mirrors lucy's upon figuring out exactly what hank has done [though norm doesn't know the full extent of shady sands, he now knows hank is lying] • for whatever reason, bud finally decides to spill "these are bud's buds. my buds. america outsourced the survival of this country to the private sector. but it would have been insane to keep a failed nation alive. so, we kept vault tec alive instead. a well trained staff of highly supervised junior executives from my own assistant training program. because the future of humanity comes down to one word: management." bud's evil speeches are uniquely corporate management but we must listen to his ravings to get a glimpse of the scope here

• it appears it was bud's idea for 31, 32, 33 "because it was the spirit of competition that made our companies great, and i propose we bring this same spirit of competition to our solutions." barb says, adding onto the deal as vault tec vault locations light up on a map behind her and bud • barb tells the representatives that vault tec has over one hundred vaults spread across america. and that any company in the meeting could take some to experiment on and play out their own ideas for how to create conditions for humanity to survive. barb simply adds "whatever you want to do, no one needs to know" who is this man married to? • norm responds to bud's revelation "so what's vault 32 and 33? just people to be controlled?" [yes!] "what? no! when you put it like that, it sounds downright morally questionable." and then bud continues on to talk about eugenics but managers 😭 • "they're our breeding pool, the ultimate expression of hr r&d. genetically selected to breed with my buds to create a class of super managers. people with positivity. people who make lemonade. people who inherit the earth after we've wiped the surface clean." cannot believe fallout made management, already a horror genre, into something even more frightening. norm repeats but in question "we wiped the surface clean?"

• the companies in the meeting start rattling off ideas as follows "we could intentionally overcrowd a vault so people have to compete to survive inside it.", "we have been developing a robot that delivers milk to the front door. it's quite intelligent. i would like to see a vault governed by it.", "what about using a vault to develop super mutants soldiers using illegal immigrants.", "we could pump psychotropic drugs into the air supply.", "we could separate parents and children and only the smartest kids reach adulthood." each more diabolical than the next • cooper is in disbelief overhearing this, his expressions and mannerisms looking like mine • mr. house's evil ass chimes in "there's a lot of earning potential with the end of the word. but we're talking about making a significant investment based on a hypothetical. how can you guarantee results?" barb then goes on to respond to this by saying the most earth shattering plot twist implied in this entire game and show series. "by dropping the bombs ourselves"

• the very next scene is a shot of cooper. looking at it again, i almost want to say his eyes were very well welling up with tears moments before barb's evil reveal, like any normal person would at the thought of people talking about overcrowding a vault to see what people would do or separating children from their parents, all for fun and all after an apocalyptic situation. so if cooper wasn't divorcing over what barb said then, he was sure to start them papers when she suggested they do unethical and cruel vault experiments on innocent people • it's a close up of cooper's face. his expression is so soft. the hurt and betrayal written all over it. he married a monster. and she works for the devil. • not unlike lucy or norm's reactions, cooper is barely processing and is supposed to be meeting hank in that waiting room. three times in the same episode hank is at the scene of the crime. • barb continues on "a nuclear event would be a tragedy... but an opportunity. perhaps the greatest opportunity in history. because when we are the only ones left, there will be no one to fight. a true monopoly." her delivery here almost seems forced, i do wonder if she was prompted. but she still said it. and regardless of her motivations, nothing about this can be good. i do know the statements could be interpreted as vault tec dropped them themselves or vault tec having influence and indirectly doing it. either way, barb looking real unfamiliar and like a divorcee now

• we're zapped back to moldaver talking to lucy • funny hank likes the anticommunist propaganda film cooper made, "the man from deadhorse", and particularly the killing joey, "feo, fuerte, y formal" scene, the scene cooper ain't even like, the scene his principles started to waver. hank found adoration and kinship in that. funny. • all these moments in time are happening at once, they are dropping plot twist after plot twist after plot twist • moldaver informs lucy that hank has walked the earth far longer than she realises "...part of an organisation that thought they had the answers to all of the world's problems." • "this is our chance to make war obsolete, because in our current societal configuration, which took shape without intentional guidance, we have friction. we have conflict, and we have war. and war, well... war never changes." cooper is hanging onto her every damning word, growing numb in front of hank [who is fanboying incessantly]. pair this with lucy finding out who hank really is and what he did to shady sands • i was dissociating like cooper was the first go around so i barely registered hank asking for that autograph in the waiting room, makes cooper's line about it later in the observatory a hilarious drag

• hank... does not not attempt to stop moldaver from these divulgements. only towards the end does he. and by then, lucy already knew them to be true • "he never told you where he's really from. when he's from. he never told your mother, either." the "when he's from" is so?? • lucy asks moldaver what she knows about rose. "she was like you. she was kind, loving, curious." fully onboard with the theory moldaver and rose were together after rose left hank btw • the brotherhood of steel is preparing an invasion of the observatory. maximus and dane meet up here and idk. i think the direction given to the actors here was "look like you want to kiss but don't" • maximus thanks dane for saving him. but by telling the truth, a still injured dane is being sent out to fight too as punishment for self inflicting. dane apologizes too. they never meant to get maximus in trouble • actually started tearing up seeing maximus tell dane about lucy. that maximus thought he was meant to go on that mission with lord titus. "i'm leaving with her. i am going to where she came from. a vault. it's a place that's peaceful... and safe, where nobody ever goes to war." maximus trusts dane so much, he's telling them all this with such a big, wholesome smile. personally victimized again.

• "there's nowhere safe, max. and there's no leaving. i wish there was." i said before that dane is right. and about the brotherhood of steel. there is no leaving. they would find him. not only that, most vaults and especially the one lucy came from are experiments. he wouldn't be able to go even if he wanted to anyways ☹️ • ironically, hank and his cohorts could not control what was going on on the surface so eventually, rose correlated the siphoning of water from vault 33 with activity on the surface. ok but compare this with norm discovering hank and the vault's secrets--- lucy and norm are just like rose omg • in the same moments we learn that a. rose ran away and didn't succumb in a famine b. that she ended up in shady sands with her children c. that lucy only vaguely remembers this time but she was there d. that yes their was thriving communities and e. hank hated what rose had done so much, he destroyed shady sands with a bomb • "that's how vault tec deals with competition" and it's nuclear annihilation

• lucy is aghast. she cannot believe what she is hearing. her face gently contorts into tears. hank keeps saying moldaver is lying. it is all he is saying. • we receive flashbacks of lucy's memories. as they become clearer for where they were, it flash's back to when maximus showed her the giant crater. they have been brought forth with new contexts • the more moldaver speaks, the more it makes sense that hank is in a cage, like a wild animal • as lucy is shown searching through her memories, moldaver and hank begin to talk at the same time. a post apocalyptic cacophony. a song of good and evil. • shady sands is shown with streetcars and some still standing buildings. hope. all gone. • in between lucy's memories is something else. not entirely sure if they are hers. but. it's love. love is the only explanation for why you'd keep a shambling ghoul for twenty years.

• they're talking over each other but i have slammed their words as one. "lucy? she's a murderer. lucy, look at me. she invaded our home. lucy? she killed out people. do not listen to her." hank says. "lucy? what you brought me is cold fusion. it's limitless energy. and we can build our own world. it could be a better world. it has clean water and medicine and power. but for everyone. because when vault tec bought my research, they made it proprietary, so only a trusted vault tec minion can activate cold fusion. all i need is for him to give me the code" moldaver says. • after moldaver says this last part, something in hank shifts. he yells and smacks a stool against the bars of the cage, startling lucy. "lucy, look at me! look at me! lucy!" • ignoring hank, lucy after all this asks through a whimper "my mother. what happened to her?" "i think you know." moldaver responds just as pained • earlier they showed in flashbacks rose wearing a necklace. the camera pans to the ghoul sitting at the dining room table. it is wearing the same necklace.

• the weight of revelation after revelation culminating in the harshest cruelty of lucy's story, that her own father bombed shady sands in such a way that her own mother became a ghoul and was here this whole time on the surface, is breathtaking agony. how could he? how could he? • never mind norm not being there to know or to react, that's a story for another season • imagine being moldaver and being the gift to humanity, starting communities of light, beauty, and goodness at least three times over--- being snuffed by evil almost every time but still dusting yourself off and trying again every time too. moldaver could've filleted hank alive. but didn't. moldaver is a saint. • lucy gazes at her feral ghoul mother, the last vestiges of her old life blowing out of her like the wind blowing through her hair. there's no going back. this is what it is.

"just give her the code. give her the code. giver her the code, dad." me? i would've cocked a gun on the second ask, not asking him a third time • the code is "101097" and that is the exact date the first fallout game dropped 🙂 • mechanisms and machinery whir as moldaver's stolen technology is assembled and cold fusion strikes to life through the apparatus. this is the only good thing hank has ever done. • speaking of crises, norm is still at vault 31, gobsmacked, he walks over to a panel showing everyone who is reactivated and everyone who is dormant. or at least i think everyone--- i just know we do not see barb or janey here • during this time, bud's annoying no body havin' ass scoots his roomba in a compartment and shuts the door so norm can't leave ☹️ • "well, it was great meeting you. i actually have to get home." 😭 this is the first time norm has sounded or acted like a little boy, so i'm crying, this is a thirty year old man in real life so i am pained 😭 • "so you're just... you're gonna keep me here?" norm asks bud. "just until we're all ready to go to the surface." bud says. or rather bud's disembodied brain says. "that could be hundreds of years" norm replies "true. that's why i'd suggest you wait it out in your dad's pod. unless you want to starve to death. not much food in here. except the occasional very large bug." not norm's options being starving to death or cryostasis--- let him out pleaseee 😭

• "i did what was necessary to save our people. and that woman over there... she's no different than me." first of all, he doesn't get to play that game. second, i'm sorry but did moldaver bomb the world twice? hank is a megalomaniac • before moldaver can give the wasteland cold fusion again, some other power hungry and power thirsty entities are arriving. the big [fucked up] fight of the brotherhood of steel versus the nice folk down at the observatory • i now see the full picture of why moldaver is worshipped--- she is the energy messiah. she's been the second and third coming of energy christ • lucy is still stunned so isn't talking or moving much. but hank makes attempts at excuses for what he's done. "lucy? i loved your mother. but she stopped being your mother when she left home. when she took you into danger." lucy is looking at hank like she doesn't even recognize him. hank is looking real unfamiliar right now.

• it is sunset. and the brotherhood of steel is flying down on the observatory. but not before getting fucked the fuck up a little by some strategically placed cannons. one guy even falls out of a vertibird directly into the propellers of another vertibird. these people are in hell • in between invasion shots, hank tries last ditch efforts to get through to lucy "you've seen what it's like up here. everyone equally afraid, equally miserable." a knight uses a gatling gun on people running away. seems familiar, doesn't it? "forced to do horrible things in order to survive. lucy, i had to make a choice. between their violent world and our peaceful one. and i believe, lucy, i know i made the right choice." moldaver waltzes out of the observatory badassedly with a gun. to defend her life's work with her life.

• listening to a man defend committing genocide twice is core shaking. the way i know hank is crazy because minutes before he says him and moldaver are no different but turns around and says he made the right choice. hank, if the choice you made was so right, then how are you no different than moldaver? someone you just said was a murderer, a liar? you're a much worse murderer and liar, hank • this is the first battles for maximus and dane so they go in not knowing what to do exactly • blood spills on the fruits of someone's labour, bullets and rockets shoot by everyone as a fight happens for yet another resource battle in a long line of resource wars • people are being crushed, thrown, stabbed--- you name it. they goin' crazy out there • "if the problem with the world is factions endlessly fighting, endlessly at war, then what is the solution but to get rid of the factions? to make the world us, only ours to shape" in need him to shut up. like enough 😭 lucy is not on this planet, she somewhere else

• as some knight mows down people of moldaver's group, the baddest ghoul in the west has arrived • "i'll bet that outfit makes y'all feel like a big man, don't it? well, i know, cause, well, i used to wear one back in the day. there was only one problem with it. there was a flaw in the welding just below the chest plate. i wonder if they fixed that in the new model?" cooper takes a shot and mortally wounds a knight in said defect. "i guess not" 😭 • everybody's fatal flaw with cooper is letting him talk, people be so focused on what he sayin', they never notice what he's doing. he had a whole speech while loading a gun and the brotherhood of steel let him, his speech stats is maxed out oh my god 😭 • so every knight in this scene fears for their lives and nobody but cooper's brain works so he tricks one of them with a big gun into shooting i guess a circuit breaker. because them lights turn off and then it's chaos lmao

• "did you get him?" "i can't see shit" nameless and faceless brotherhood of steel fellas ask ldgldlg • cooper starts taking these knights out. one by one. through the power suit chestplate defect. in the dark. • "find the fucking ghoul" oh not today, buddy lmao • cooper, playing with these men like it's just another tuesday, takes out a hand grenade. in the dark. and pulls the lever. in the dark. on a hand grenade. • cooper throws it like, on or inside the power armour and the blast is crazy, i simply would not fuck with this man • hank is begging lucy to let him out so they can go home. lucy in tears peers back at her feral ghoul mother still strapped to the dining chair. • a headless armour suit uh walks into the place where they are. then it's maximus behind it. probably the only survivor left in cooper's wake. maybe that's on purpose 💀

• maximus wants to do the right thing but i definitely hate he wasn't putting pieces together [i mean how could be, he just survived by the skin of his teeth] because damn he turned hank aloose 😫 • hank looking at maximus like "who is this?" but maximus is making the mistake of listening to hank because hank immediately turns this into a medium of escape "i'm her father. can you get us out of here?" • lucy's trance is only broken when she is being forcefully removed from the observatory • lucy having to break it to maximus her own father was the cause of his suffering too ☹️ • before maximus can turn into disillusioned lucy and cooper before him, well hank has up and got in a power suit ughhh • kinda think maximus would've either killed hank or given him to the brotherhood of steel so hank trailing along with cooper, maximus, or lucy was a dead start. he has burned every last one of them and now they all know

• "lucy. you're coming with me" hank says in the armour. maximus tries to take a swipe at hank but hank takes a swipe at him and maximus is knocked out. lucy falls to her knees trying to awaken him ☹️ • lucy, having enough of this shit, takes maximus' gun and pulls it on hank. "you see what this place does to people? i'm your father, lucy. you came all this way for me. you're not gonna hurt me." but you know who is? cooper mothafuckin' howard. • "oh, you want another autograph, young henry?" "hell, this kid used to pick up my wife's dry cleaning" get him again for me! flame his ass, cooper! • bear with me while thinking about how lucy has her corpse finger and can't pull the trigger on hank but lucy's trigger finger on cooper's hand did. she did hurt him. • i don't know if lucy was listening but i wonder if she truly registered this ghoul is the movie start cooper howard • the sky is so pretty in these last scenes btw • cooper repeating hanks favourite line from one his movies back at him but with contempt and disdain lmao • "now, i've waited over 200 years to ask somebody one question. where's my fucking family?" cooper triumphantly implores to hank, gun raised. y'all i think he dropped the accent right here for a moment on the last sentence omg • hank still bleeding from being grazed by cooper, says nothing and flees. he leaves lucy behind. he leaves rose behind. again.

• maximus is out cold and lucy can't wake him up, she shakes him and everything ☹️ • as death and destruction is once again in wake, cooper says the iconic fallout line too • "war never changes. you look out at the wasteland, looks like chaos. but there's always somebody behind the wheel. and that's who i want to talk to. that's where your daddy is headed." "but you let him go!"--- ok so first of all, i've been speculating when cooper starts being nicer, softer, more vulnerable around lucy and whoaaa this conversation is as open heart as it gets for this, i mean he already explained he's been looking for his family for 200 years. i get why he told hank that but the monologue about war... i know this comes from a deep place of being a veteran and maybe even flashbacks. but him not keeping that to himself is incredible character development to me. lucy being upset with cooper for letting hank go sends like girl you had the gun locked on him first, maximus was the one who let him out anyways like 😭 • "well, it's easier to track a stuck pig then to ask where it's off to." he's right but can cooper say stuff in regular ways fldgdlgldf •"you want to know how i know your daddy, don't you? let's just say that everything about your whole little world was decided over 200 years ago." must be crazy for all this to happen to lucy and norm in two weeks • "now you can stay here with him, but when his tin can soldier friends take this place... and they gone take this place... they will kill you and everybody here. or you could come meet your makers." whew. the brotherhood of steel is just. not great. • cooper has his back turned to walk off, leaving him open to lucy's gun [again!] but this time, she's not shooting or aiming at him. she's aiming at rose. a mercy kill long overdue. • cooper really thought. i guess he trusts lucy. i don't know. but he lets out a deep breath upon seeing where she actually shot. wow. wow

• "you coming?" 🥹 • lucy all but has to leave maximus behind. they can't be together. not here like this. "i'll find you" lucy whispers as she kisses maximus one last time on the lips [vaultknight, one last time] • lucy arises and has made her decision. "okey dokey", she says, resigned, she will follow cooper to meet the makers • moldaver says "rose" as she returns back to the room. moldaver is wounded. but she is still thinking about rose 😞 • moldaver activates the cold fusion. it begins to light the ruins across the landscape. moldaver lovingly caresses rose's now unmoving hand. and says "we did it, rose." yes. you did it moldaver. you saved the world again, queen • in her last moments, moldaver asks maximus "what do you suppose your brotherhood would do with infinite power? maybe you can stop them. maybe you can't. maybe all you can do is try." moldaver succumbs to her wounds. • dane decides for maximus that maximus must have killed moldaver. dane raises maximus' hand. a chant is started in his honour. maximus looks like he wants to jump out of his skin. "all hail knight maximus" • it is night and we are shown a scene of cooper, dogmeat, then lucy emerging from an entrance and heading past the hollywood sign. "me three (my echo, my shadow, and me)" by the inkspots plays • it takes until sunrise but hank finally makes it to his destination while a deathclaw skull lays before him • we're in new vegas, baby! 🎲

[effiefics]

DAUGHTER OF THE ENEMY | Chapter 2

NEIL LEWIS x PLUS SIZE!READER

Summary: She's the daughter of the founder of Media Giant. An up and coming video store company that has taken out several small video stores. Only one still stands and it just happens to be owned by the man she has a major crush on.

Chapter Summary: After finally meeting Neil, Y/N is excited to see how the showing goes and gets to know the Gumshoe crew a little better.

Warnings: Smut (future chapters), age gap (reader is 21 and neil is like late 20s to early 30s), cursing.

Word Count: 1.1k

That night, she looked herself over in her full length mirror. She was dressed in a flowy white blouse and tight dark denim jeans with her favorite heeled boots. The jeans accentuated her curves and helped make her thighs look a little smaller than normal, the perfect look to be flirty yet demure. She ignores the pudge of stomach as she looks around for accessories.

Looking down to the gold watch on her wrist, she curses to herself before grabbing her purse and black tweed jacket. Quickly running down the stairs, she slides on her jacket before heading to the door. “Wait a minute! Get back here!” Her dad says loudly from the living room, sighing to herself she walks back to the living room, her eyes immediately finding the large Media Giant poster on the main wall.

“Where are you going all dressed up?” he asks, noticing her outfit. “My friends and I are going to get some food then go to a showing. One of their boyfriend’s just finished making something.” She lied easily, used to havig to do this all through high school.

“Okay, just be home before sunrise.” She nods and quickly leaves the house. Choosing to walk to the video store, she makes quick steps to get there before too many people show up. It doesn’t take her too long as the store isn’t too far from her house, looking inside the store there is a small amount of people so far.

Pushing the door open, she smiles at the people who turn when the bell rings. “Ah, Y/N! You came.” Neil says, kind of shocked she actually came. “Yeah, I’m a woman of my word.” She says, smiling up at him. “Oh, I want to introduce you to my employees and best buds. Jonathan and Lucien.” He says, gesturing to the two men she saw when she first entered the store earlier.

She waves before turning back to Neil, “So, do you expect a lot of people here tonight?” She asks, playing with her fingers. “I think it’ll be the usual people that come in here. Maybe some curious folks but nothing too crazy.” She nods and looks around. “Oh, would you like something to drink?” He asks and she nods following him to get a drink.

The store slowly started to fill with people as it got closer to eight but it definitely wasn’t full. Everyone was able to fit comfortably around the TV area when it hit eight. The TV starts to play a black and white video which makes everyone cheer, it reminds her of the old detective films she used to watch with her grandparents when she was younger.

The commercial is definitely for a certain kind of audience with it’s noir style aesthetic and script. Neil’s old timey detective accent makes her giggle as the camera pulls back to show the store lighting up and he gives a big smile to the camera. The room cheers as it ends and he walks to the TV mimicking what he did at the end with a big thumbs up, smile, and wink. “Wow, this is amazing. Um, I don’t really know where to begin.” He breathes heavily as his voice starts to shake. “I told myself I wouldn’t cry.” He says and everyone laughs at his acting.

He starts to say a speech when a Media Giant commercial starts to play. The room starts to boo and throw popcore at the screen which makes her shrink into herself. “Guys, can someone…” Neil makes a cut motion towards Jonathan who quickly turns the TV off as the company name is said.

“It's okay. I know I can't compete with these big guys, but as long as I have you guys...my small and loyal following of geeks and weirdoes, I know I'll be alright. Everyone, have some more beer! Oh, and stick around, because later on…we are gonna have a special midnight screening of a 1949 classic She-Gorilla.” Neil says, the little speech making her smile even though she does feel conflicted because of how much of her life is engrained in Media Giant.

The night goes well, Y/N gets to meet a lot of people in the store and drinks plenty, enjoying being able to be around like minded people for a while. 

“Y/N/ Y/N!” Neil says, catching her attention. He motions her over which she follows immediately. She leans against the counter as Jonathan makes some drinks, she found out he was a bartender at a place not too far from here. “How was that, guys? You're not supposed to show ads for two different video stores...during the same commercial break, alright?” Neil says sadly.

“Who cares? When is the show again?” Jonathan asks, sipping on his beer. “Oh my god, 3:12 a.m.” Neil says but she zones out as she watches Neil’s lips move as he drinks his drink. She blinks quickly when Jonathan walks away, leaving the two alone.

“What did you think, honestly.” He asks, knowing he might get the most honest answer from the woman he met only a couple of hours ago. “I thought it was cool. The concept was nice and definitely will stick out. I’m also guessing that girl in the commercial was your girlfriend.” She says, trying to get more information on the girlfriend situation.

“Yeah, that’s Denise. She didn’t show up tonight, I think. She thinks this whole thing is a little stupid.” He admits, the alcohol making him more open than normal. “Ew, that’s not good. I understand being skeptical but to think this is stupid is not a good thing girlfriend wise. You’re supposed to support your partner, and even if you don’t like the idea then be nice about it.”

He nods, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I don’t think I’m gonna be with her much longer anyway. We don’t have a lot in common.” He says and she nods. An empathetic look on her face as she tries to hide her giddiness.

The two talk for a moment longer before he walks away to continue to mingle. She smiles to herself before also going to find more people to talk to.

The rest of the night is fun with the screening going well before people start to leave, Y/N included until Neil stops her. “Hey, um, I was wondering. Could I get your number, just incase I need help here at the store or something?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Yeah, I don’t mind at all.” She gives him her number before looking at him with a bright smile. “Have a good night, Neil.” She gets on her tiptoes and kisses his cheek before walking away, a sway in her step as she feels his eyes on her.

[thepatchycat]

Hi! For the WIP List Game: Dragon Jedi AU?? I am intrigued

Hehe, that one is inspired by @bubblew0lf1's Dragon!Jedi AU! I adore all of their dragon designs, especially Obi-Wan's, and it got me thinking about a sort of fantasy AU where the Jedi are shape-shifting dragons. I'm not sure it's something that'll ever become a finished thing, but it's been fun to think about.

Rambling and a snippet below the cut :P

This AU's setting would condense most of the notable SW planets into continents/countries/cities on one planet; there wouldn't be any space travel, though technology would probably be better than in a medieval fantasy setting. Dragons are rare and I'm thinking the knowledge of their intelligence and that they can also be people is not well-known (either a closely guarded secret or actively suppressed)--and they're also being actively hunted by the Republic/Empire under the justification that dragons are extremely dangerous (this is Palpatine's fault, and he has far more nefarious reasons for hunting them down). I haven't worked out all the worldbuilding details, but I think the Jedi are a subset of dragons who serve as guardians where they can; recently, though, they've been forced to hide due to being hunted.

In this world, Cody and Rex are wardens (possibly heading up a small group of rangers) of a large woody/mountainous area bordering a very rural town far from the center of the Republic; the land was claimed and the town founded by the Mereel-Fett family after unrest in Mandalore forced Jaster Mereel (Jango Fett's adoptive father, Cody and Rex's grandfather) and his clan to leave. Mandalorians have a complicated history with dragons, but Jaster liked to tell stories about Tarre Vizla, a Mandalorian leader long ago who either was close friends with a dragon or was a dragon himself; details passed down through the centuries seem unclear. Jango's never been that interested in the tales, but Rex and especially Cody enjoyed them growing up.

Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka moved to the town together pretty recently; I think Obi-Wan runs a bookshop (or maybe a small library? A fusion of the two?), while Anakin works as a mechanic who's teaching Ahsoka the trade as well. Cody likes to read and chats with Obi-Wan when he stops by for books, while Rex brings the rangers' equipment to Anakin and Ahsoka for professional servicing (Rex tinkers a bit himself, but Anakin's a wizard) and they become fast friends. Of course, the friendly neighborhood bookkeeper and mechanics don't tell anyone that they're also dragons, including the Fetts, but Cody and Rex find out the truth eventually.

The only thing I actually started writing for this beyond notes is a scene just after Obi-Wan (in dragon form) fights Grievous (also a dragon but not a Jedi) somewhere deep in the Fetts' protected area. Cody had been doing a sweep/patrol at the time and witnessed at least part of the fight, and he goes to investigate the aftermath.

Warning that it's more gruesome than I usually go, what with blood and a dead dragon. This is just also the most snippable portion of what little I have, I think.

There is a deafening thud, and then— Silence. Cody slowly approaches the edge of the ravine and looks down. A hulking white shape lies still at the base of the rocky slope, red pooling under its gash-ridden body. It’s hard to tell from a distance what precisely killed it, but the lack of motion and abundance of blood suggest that either it’s dead or will be soon. Partially obscured, a smaller brown shape lies behind the great white beast, closer to the river; it seems similarly bloodied and still. Cody feels a pang of sorrow—that one had saved his life, whether intentionally or not. …Better make sure they’re dead, lest any survivors roam too close to town. Cody picks his way carefully down the side of the ravine, shifting between stepping and climbing as needed. When he’s made it to the bottom, he draws his rifle and approaches the white dragon. There is no movement between its sharply defined ribs, and up close Cody can see where the base of its throat has been torn open by—well, horns or claws, most likely. He follows the long neck up to the head, where dull yellow eyes stare sightlessly out from behind a gaping maw. Cody prods its nose lightly with the tip of his rifle. No response. Tempting as it still is to put a bolt in its skull, he’s hunted enough himself to know what death looks like. There’s no need. He steps around the body of the beast toward the visible back of the brown one. One of its wings lies bent at an unnatural angle behind it, and— It’s breathing, quick and labored. Not moving otherwise, but still alive, at least for now.

(Once he works out he's not going to get mauled to death for trying to help, Cody puts his wilderness first-aid skills to use. He still doesn't learn that it's Obi-Wan for a while, though.)

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part five: "The Wedding Day"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's finally the day of Foggy and Marci's wedding and you're one of the bridesmaids.

Or

You admire how handsome Matt looks in his tux while feeling sick to your stomach as a pretty bridesmaid flirts with him all day.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 3.2k

a/n: Okay, I lied, I got another one up on tumblr. Y'all, there are so many of these. For real. I feel like putting up 74 of them is going to be a bigger task than I thought. Anyway, this wedding day saga spans like three installments. You can find the list of installments that are on tumblr here. "The Wedding Night" seems to be the most loved installment on AO3 so I'm trying to get that one up next!

You took a sip of your mimosa, eyes glued to Marci in the large mirror as the hair stylist finished pinning back the blonde curls on her head while the makeup artist finished touching up her lipstick. She looked absolutely stunning–not that she didn’t always–and you and the five other bridesmaids had been dying to see her finally fully dressed in her wedding dress.

"How was dealing with the hotel mishap last night?" Karen asked you, leaning in on the couch beside you to whisper. 

You sighed, frowning down at the mimosa in your hands. Last night when you had arrived before the rehearsal dinner to check in with Matt and Karen, you'd found out that the rooms blocked out for you and Matt were adjoining rooms. Which for some reason had made you utterly nervous knowing there was only a single locked door between you and Matt for the two nights you'd be staying here. 

And it shouldn't have made any difference. It was just one locked door. Which had remained locked last night. But somehow knowing Matt was just beyond that door had made you stare at it more than you should have been staring at it last night. But the comments from one of Foggy's cousins to Matt during dinner last night about you needing ear plugs after the wedding, implying beforehand that Matt would be hooking up with someone–a perk of being in the bridal party he had joked–had only upset you further. You'd been anxiously dreading tonight, terrified you'd have to overhear Matt having sex with someone else just in the room next door. You were pretty sure that would kill you.

"It was fine," you lied. 

Karen rolled her eyes. "So naturally you're freaking out?"

You shrugged before bringing the glass to your lips, taking a sip. "I just don't want to hear his activities tonight," you mumbled.

Karen shot you a pointed look. "You know he's not going to do that tonight, right?" she asked you. "How many times do I have to tell you he's into you before it gets through?"

You sighed, shaking your head. "We're just friends, Karen," you said. 

She leaned in closer to you, her voice dropping even lower as she whispered, "But you're one of the few he's told his secret to."

"Yeah," you responded, talking out of the side of your mouth as you whispered back, "only because I'd nearly gotten myself killed looking too far into a story and he showed up to save me. It was sheerly because I have embarrassingly memorized his mouth, jaw, and voice that I'd figured it out myself. He didn't actually tell me."

Karen opened her mouth to say more, but was quickly cut off as Marci’s cousin Rosalie turned her attention on the pair of you. 

"What are you two whispering about over there?" she asked curiously, drawing the attention of everyone in the room to you both.

"It's about Matt, isn't it?" Marci called out, her knowing eyes on you in the mirror.

You felt your cheeks burn hot as your right hand fidgeted with the hem of your robe–sage green, matching each of the other bridesmaids and the same color as the dress you'd be wearing later.

"Did something finally happen?" she pressed you, her eyes widening.

"No," you answered her quickly. "Nothing happened. We're just friends, Marci, you know that."

Allison, a pretty brunette who had been friends with Marci since law school, let out an audible sigh of relief from where she was sitting in an armchair across from you. Your eyes immediately darted to her and she smiled.

"I was totally thinking you and him were together at the rehearsal last night," she explained quickly. "I had a thing for him back in law school but was too afraid to make a move. Now that I know he's available though…" she trailed off, a sly grin on her face as the girls in the room besides Marci and Karen squealed.

Your eyes landed back down on your drink, cheeks further reddening as you tried to ignore the sympathetic looks Karen and Marci were both giving you. Of course there’d be a gorgeous bridesmaid chasing after Matt all day today. Could you have expected anything less?

You followed the line of bridesmaids down the hall, the loud clattering of multiple sets of high heels echoing with each step. Foggy's laugh was unmistakable as he stood surrounded by his groomsmen all waiting for guests to finish filling into the church before the ceremony began. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight knowing how long he’d been waiting for this day. 

And then your eyes instantly found their way straight to Matt in the hallway as if drawn by an unseeable force. He was gripping his cane in one hand and smiling beneath the dark glasses currently on his face. He looked handsome with his hair slightly gelled to keep it neat–probably Foggy's doing, you thought–and his black tuxedo and black bow tie. Despite Matt matching the five other groomsmen in the same outfit, it looked infinitely better on his muscled body and your heart beat just a bit faster at the sight. With a shuddering inhale beside Karen, you tried to will the traitorous organ to relax before Matt could pick up on it. For now, if he was even paying attention, he'd surely assume it was nerves. He knew you had been anxious about having to be in front of so many people today, even if you weren't remotely the person of interest. 

As if Karen knew who you were thinking about as the pair of you headed over, she gestured her head at Matt before grinning and wagging her eyebrows at you. 'Make a move' she mouthed wordlessly. Your eyes widened, heart speeding up just a bit faster. Vigorously you shook your head 'no' in reply. 

And then you heard Allison's voice complimenting him loudly. The sound drew your attention and your heart felt like it was constricting at the sight before you. He was smiling charmingly back at her and indulging in her small talk. Your hands gripped the bouquet of white peonies and garden roses just a bit tighter.

"He won't wait around forever," Karen whispered into your ear.

A heavy weight fell around your shoulders as you plastered on a smile, turning and chatting with the bridal party around you for the next ten minutes as everyone waited for the start of the ceremony. Your eyes occasionally lingered on the way Allison's hand would find moments to reach out and grab onto Matt's forearm or shoulder. Your stomach twisted unpleasantly each time. You were grateful when the wedding coordinator for the church ushered everyone to finally pair up and line up for the processional. With a sigh and a horde of butterflies in your stomach, you headed over towards Matt.

"Hey," you greeted him with a tight smile, placing a hand nervously on his shoulder.

He said your name and you felt your heart flutter wildly in your chest. "Was wondering when you'd come say hi," he teased.

"I didn't want to intrude," you replied. "You ready?"

He smiled back at you, his mouth spreading into a cheeky smile. "I'm not the one getting married today," he joked, folding up his cane.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "I meant to line up," you told him.

His smile never faltered as he offered you his arm. You licked your lips nervously before looping your arm through his, your hand grasping his firm bicep. 

God, he has amazing arms.

After he placed his cane on a nearby table, not needing it for the ceremony since you would be walking him in and out, you silently led him in line to where you'd been situated at the rehearsal last night. Karen looked over her shoulder from her place in front of you both, shooting you a wink that only further caused your cheeks to burn.

You felt Matt fidgeting beside you and you glanced over, spotting him removing his dark glasses one-handed. He slid them into an inside jacket pocket, smoothing a hand over it and frowning lightly for a moment. You knew he felt uncomfortable without his glasses in front of large gatherings of people, but you also knew Foggy had asked him if he would be alright having them off for the sake of photos for the important parts of the day and that Matt had happily agreed.  

You leaned over towards Matt, lightly squeezing his arm. "You look handsome, Matt," you assured him softly, hating that he even worried about how people reacted to his unfixed stare. "Don't worry."

His head turned, his sightless gaze falling fondly back on you, landing at your collarbone. A warm smile spread across his face now, his eyes crinkling at the corners. You felt your heart involuntarily stutter in your chest when he whispered back, “And I’m sure you look beautiful. No need to be so nervous.”

You ducked your head, some of your curled hair that wasn’t pinned back curtained your face at the movement. “You know I’m always nervous,” you muttered. But then you sighed, raising your head and squaring your shoulders as the processional music began. “But you’re right, no one’s going to be paying attention to me today.”

“Well I wouldn’t go that far,” he whispered back.

You didn’t respond, your eyes watching as Foggy walked his mom down the aisle to her seat, giving her a teary eyed hug before he took his place at the front of the church. And then Foggy’s brother Theo walked out with his arm linked with Rosalie’s and the line at the church entrance shuffled a few inches forward. You and Matt took two steps closer and you felt your palm lightly sweating along the stem of the bouquet as nerves swirled inside of your stomach. There were easily more than a hundred people seated in the pews staring at each couple as they walked in. Suddenly you felt a little unsteady in your heels as Karen and one of Foggy’s cousins now stood at the entrance to the church.

“Relax,” Matt’s voice came from just beside your ear. His warm breath blew over your neck as he spoke, goosebumps lightly dotting your forearms. “I won’t let you trip.”

Your hand gripped his arm a little tighter at his words as Karen and Foggy’s cousin made their way down the aisle next. You shuffled Matt and yourself to the edge of the church entrance. 

“Thanks, Matty,” you whispered back, your eyes on Karen as she gracefully strode down the aisle. “You know I’m like Bambi in heels.” 

“Just smile and focus on me,” he told you. “I’ll be right beside you.”

You glanced at Matt next to you for just one moment, taking in the sight of him smiling back at you. He looked heartbreakingly handsome and your heart squirmed inside of your chest. And then your gaze swept back to the aisle in front of you that somehow seemed vastly longer than when you’d practiced walking down it with Matt last night.

“We’re up,” you whispered to him.

You both stepped forward, slowly making your way down the aisle to the soft music the string quartet was playing. You kept your gaze focused ahead, smiling wide and paying attention to the comforting warmth of Matt along the right side of you. When you neared the front of the church you shot Foggy a grin, then turned to the right with Matt, guiding him up to stand on the step next to the groomsmen already there. Quickly you turned, making your way back towards the opposite side where the bridesmaids were standing and took your place. You exhaled a slow breath, trying to calm your nerves as the next couple began their way down the aisle. Minutes later Allison and the groomsmen she was paired with made their way down the aisle and the doors to the church were closed behind them. Your eyes darted over to Foggy where he was nervously fidgeting and shifting his weight back and forth on his feet. 

Shortly after the last couple had taken their place, the doors opened and Marci stepped out, her arm linked with her father’s. Everyone rose from the pews as she made her way down and you felt your eyes watering watching the emotion on her and Foggy’s face as they stared back at each other. For a brief moment your eyes slid their way across the church and landed on Matt; his gaze was focused somewhere around Foggy, a big smile on his face. Your heart sped up a little, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of Matt dressed like he was as he stood at the front of the church. You saw his eyes slowly shift towards you and you momentarily ceased breathing all together as your gaze quickly shifted back to Foggy and Marci. You could feel your face burning as you watched Marci’s father place her hand in Foggy’s.

The rest of the wedding ceremony was beautiful and you’d cried with Karen through the entirety of it, managing to laugh a little during some parts of the vows they’d written for each other. Foggy had pumped his fist in the air as him and Marci made their way back down the aisle as the recessional began. The pairs of bridesmaids and groomsmen began meeting up in the center and exiting the church together. When Karen began her walk back down with Foggy’s cousin, you made your way over towards Matt, his gaze already finding you before you’d said anything.

“Back already?” he teased you lightly.

You reached out, linking your arm through his offered one with a smile on your face. “You say that like you didn’t miss me, Murdock,” you teased back.

You both began making your way down the aisle with you leading Matt. After only a few steps you felt him lean in beside your ear.

“I did,” he whispered.

Heat rose to your cheeks, your smile widening a little more nervously as you walked. Not knowing how to respond to Matt’s usual teasing flirtation, you kept your mouth closed. Once out of the church, you led him back towards the table where he’d left his cane, reaching out a hand and grabbing it for him. 

“Thank you,” he said when you’d passed it to him.

You reluctantly unlinked your arm from his, fidgeting awkwardly with the bouquet in your hands. Matt slid his glasses out of his pocket, slipping them back on before he began to unfold his cane. He shot you a quick smile as he did.

“See? Wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked.

You swallowed hard, the corner of your mouth twisting up ever so gently. “No,” you answered. “It wasn’t. Thanks for not letting me fall.”

He opened his mouth to say more, but Allison appeared beside the both of you. She placed a hand on Matt’s arm and greeted him before shooting you a friendly smile. You returned the smile, your heart aching as you turned and headed over to Foggy and Marci to offer them your congratulations as Allison began chatting with Matt behind you.

The past few hours had gone by in a blur after the ceremony. The bridal party had gone with Foggy and Marci for a while to take photos with their photographer after the newlyweds had gotten their family photos taken in the church. And then everyone had headed back for the beginning of the reception. You and Matt had walked in arm in arm to the reception, Matt spinning you on the center of the dance floor while you laughed before you led him up to his seat at the head table and then took your seat by the other bridesmaids. Dinner had passed quickly after the toasts and then you’d teared up watching Foggy and Marci’s first dance. Shortly after Marci had danced with her father and Foggy had danced with his mother, the dance floor had opened up.

You’d ended up with Karen by the open bar, downing a few cocktails before heading out onto the dancefloor for a bit. Eventually Marci had come out and the three of you had danced to a few songs, drinks in hand while loudly singing to the music. 

“We should do shots!” Marci abruptly exclaimed over the loud music.

“Marci, you sure you can even handle more to drink?” Karen asked her, brows raised.

Marci shot her a flat look which had you laughing. “I’m the bride, you’re not supposed to say no to me today, remember?” she told Karen.

“Good enough for me,” you announced.

Marci beamed, grabbing both your’s and Karen’s wrists and then dragging you both to the bar with her. As you swerved through the crowd, your eyes scanned the guests. Eventually they landed on who you were looking for. 

Matt was sitting at a table with Allison, his arm over the back of his chair, his suit coat long abandoned on the back of his chair at the head table. He looked comfortable as he talked animatedly and Allison was leaning forward, her chin resting on her hand as she laughed at whatever he was saying. You felt a little tug in your chest at the sight, your gaze darting away.

Marci asked the bartender for the drinks as you situated yourself against the counter, resting an arm along it. Your eyes were focused on the man pouring the shots, watching as he slid the three glasses forward when he had finished. The three of you each picked up a glass, raising it high.

“To you and Foggy,” you said.

“And to a long, happy marriage,” Karen added.

“And hopefully great sex tonight,” Marci blurted, knocking her glass into your's and Karen’s.

You and Karen exchanged a look and laughed before the three of you downed the alcohol. It burned as it went down. You set the glass back, your eyes unintentionally finding their way back to Matt and Allison. You couldn’t fight the way your mouth curved downwards at the sight of them still smiling and chatting at the table together. You felt Marci nudge you with her elbow and your eyes darted towards her.

“You should say something,” she told you. “Cut in. Something .”

You shook your head, your sad gaze falling on the pair again. “No,” you answered slowly, sighing. “We’re just friends, Marc. Besides, he looks like he’s having fun.”

“I also am of the mind that you should go talk to him,” Karen said. “For what it’s worth, he might just be being polite.”

You shook your head, forcing a smile onto your face. “I think I’m actually just going to step outside for a minute and get some fresh air. It’s getting pretty warm in here.”

You didn’t wait for them to respond, pushing away from the bar and maneuvering your way around the crowd and the tables. You desperately needed air and a minute to get away and clear your head.

[inconspicuousmaker]

Worm: A Parahuman Musical

Nobodies gonna see this but I don’t fuckin care I want to write about a Worm musical and so I am.

I have done 20 minutes of research (I typed in worm parahuman musical Reddit) and while people have already done amazing work, because duh, none of it quite fulfills what I want.

Specifically an actual makeable concept.

So no end of the world

No slaughterhouse 9

Heck probability not even leviathan.

2 and a half hours to fit the themes, plot beats, and messages of over 1 million wordsinto. So we gotta cut stuff.

Warning this is just me rambling and I didn’t even grammar check it.

My proposal is thus, and I’ll probably come up with more over the next few days, though I’d need to reread the first few arcs to truly do this justice.

The plot beats I would use (and I’m sure I’m missing good ones)

Open to Taylor in school per canon singing a solo called something like “I’m gonna be a hero tonight”. Have some cut ins with the trio, and have it fuel Taylor’s rage that she redirects into song furthering that she not gonna stoop to there level and go Carrie. She’s gonna do good.

Slowly transition to her walking around town in costume looking for a fight and have song end with Lung speaking.

Fight happens and we get to see her powers (light, sound, and good physical acting) and defeat lung

That’s all I have right now (because that’s all of canon I can keep straight without research) but I do then have some song ideas and endings

Originally I suggested using the bank as the finale or the end of first act with Leviathan finale. But as I got halfway through writing that I remembered Bakuda and had a better idea.

Bank is halfway.

Before that we get songs about the undersiders and Taylor’s growing friendship.

Her and Armsmaster at odds (exactly like the Wormilton one in placement)

One with her and Danny

Aswell as coil meet

I think cutting the trio is the time efficient move aswell as any Locker references.

Alternatively cut coil and add the trio but that then leaves other problems.

Maybe I’m overestimating time though and Trio could fit (I don’t think shadow stalker though)

Then bank heist which is a large ensemble peice (maybe cut Vicky and amy? Depends on time) and finish with undersiders escaping and making a name for herself.

Second act start in after action report at procterate interlude style. All the wards retelling (clock blocker bemoaning bugs is a must) and cut ins form armsmaster and Piggot. (A song from piggot something like “I hate this city” or “capes are crazy” would work well but alas, time is a harsh Mxstress)

We then get undersiders loft charcters bulding 

Bitch goes for a walk and Lisa pulls Taylor aside to tell about Dinah. 

They decide Coil needs to go down (song “spider and the fox”?) and then go look for Rachel.

Bakuda introduction and short fight (they lose badly but get away)

My ideas get a bit fuzzy here

But somehow Bakuda breaks lung out

And Taylor hatches a on the spot plan on the chaos that lures coil out and simultaneously defeats Bakuda and Lung. 

Include her having to blackmail Colin to help her as a nod to her having to force the “heroes” to do the right thing and have her rematch lung

Finally have her hand over all the villains she captured to the heroes at which point they offer her a chance to join them as a probationary ward.

She gets stressed her secrets revealed but Lisa double reveals that they knew all along and that they trust her.

She of course says fuck the heroes and the show ends with a song about how she’s gonna be a hero semi reprising the first with the added addition that she’s gonna be a hero as a villain (maybe “it takes a villain to be a hero”?

And of course that she has freinds now.

That’s all I got

Okay I lied

Here are some miscellaneous ideas that wouldn’t work in this version

Leviathan finnaly ibvoiuslt could be super fun

Have first act end in undersiders lair planning bank robbery and second start from wards perspective as they try to stop it

Rewriting the whole thing about Amy

leviathan puppet

any E88 stuff (which like. Does make stuff a bit iffy without them balancing out ABB)

Okay that’s actually it

Enjoy my incoherent ramblings empty void of the internet

[junnieverse]

RAINY DAY ➳ SEOK MATTHEW

➙ synopsis: after your plans get cancelled due to bad weather, you found this to be the perfect opportunity to stay in and relax at home. your best friend matthew unexpectedly visiting just made it even better.

pairing: seok matthew x afab!reader

genre: fluff, crack

word count: 3.0k

warnings: not proofread, light cussing, mentions/making food, bestfriend!matthew

a/n: oh just matthew and y/n making me wish I had what they do

Staring out the window from your apartment you let out a sigh as the rain ran down the glass.

"Well, there go my plans," you whisper to yourself as you watch pedestrians squirm around the street trying to seek shelter from the rain.

Letting out a laugh you can't help but note how ironic this all seemed.

You were a homeboy so if anything, plans being cancelled was one of your favourite things, but the one time you actually looked forward to going out to spend time out with friends, the weather was not in your favour.

As disappointing as this all was, you still wanted to make the most of this rainy day in.

Letting out a huff in defeat, you managed to change into some comfortable clothes.

Grabbing an oversized black hoodie from your closet, which you had 'borrowed' from your best friend, paired with some grey sweatpants to finish off your little look.

Mindlessly walking around your apartment in your slippers you throw yourself on your couch landing with a 'plop' as you scroll through your social media to keep yourself occupied for the time being.

Coming across a video of someone baking muffins you decide this would be a great time to get back into baking and treat yourself to some chocolate chip muffins too.

You made your way to the kitchen as you got all the necessary ingredients to make your dessert.

Quickly getting started, you easily breeze through the process of making the batter and adding it into the tray skillfully remembering the special recipe your grandmother taught you as a child.

Feeling proud of the progress you made and double checking the batter, you slip the tray into the pre-heated oven to let the muffins get to work. 

The door bell suddenly chimes as your ears perk up at the sound of it leaving you wondering at who it could be considering you weren't expecting any visitors.

Going over to the sink, you rinsed your hands and proceeded to wipe them with a cloth making sure they were all clean clean sticky-free.

Taking of the apron you had been wearing while baking, you hung it in on your kitchen wall hanger and made your way to the door.

Silently checking the peep hole for safety reasons, a large smile soon graced your face at the appearance of the familiar face behind the door.

"MATTHEW!" you excitedly greet your best friend who in turn gave you the biggest smile.

"(Y/N)!" Matthew says happy to see you.

Opening the door a bit more, you step to the side letting Matthew step inside and make sure to close the door behind you.

You soon wrapped your arms around Matthew engulfing him in a bone crushing bear hug which he gladly reciprocated being able to clearly tell you were happy to see him.

No doubt so was he, you were one of his favourite people after all.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were visiting family?" you ask him curiously as you pull away from the hug.

You soon make your way into the kitchen making sure to check on the muffins in the oven that were still baking and decided to start cleaning up the mess that you'd made while preparing the muffins.

Taking off his sneakers, Matthew puts on his slippers he kept here and followed me into the kitchen as he leaned on the counter watching me clean up.

"Didn't you get my text?" He asked sounding rather confused as he dipped his finger in the left over muffin batter humming in approval to the taste.

"My phone was on mute," you respond.

Grabbing your phone that lied on the counter you turn on the screen and there, in fact, Matthew has left you a message.

"Oh-" I say nodding.

"I wont be visiting my family today because of the weather so we decided to reschedule. I'll be coming over to see my favourite friend." He says repeating the text he sent you verbally as he brightly smiled.

"Matthew- I'm your only friend." you playfully remark holding in your laughter but burst out dying when you saw how quickly his smile faltered at your words.

"Haha, very funny." He retorts back sarcastically but laughing softly too.

"Want anything to drink? I've got muffins baking in the oven." you tell him diverting the conversation to something else. 

"Hot chocolate would be great. Wait, is that my hoodie-" he asks pointing at you as he looks at you in shock.

"Huh-" you pause your movements like a deer caught in the headlights.

"You're a thief! This entire time I thought I'd lost it, you literally said you hadn't seen it!" he says as his tone starts getting sulky as he felt betrayed by you.

"Well you see the thing is..." you slowly started off by saying before you crept to the door and ran away to your bedroom hiding in your closet.

Matthew's steps were heard coming as your bedroom door busted open, peeking through the closet door you wondered whether or not he'd manage to find you.

"Come out I'm not gonna take the hoodie from you." Matthew says looking around the room as you remained silent.

"(Y/n)..."

He let out a sigh as he took one last look at my closet, having already found where I'd been in hiding but choosing to not come to me directly, "Guess I'll just leave and take my warm cuddles with me."

"Damn Matthew gives the best cuddles and this is the perfect weather!" you think to yourself cursing at his tempting offer

"No wait- don't leave!"

You exclaim as you jump out the closet.

Matthew smiles victoriously as you roll your eyes.

"In all honesty... I slipped and suddenly I was wearing it. I'm keeping it though. Not my fault your clothes are comfortable," you say avoiding eye contact with him as you mumble the last part.

"You don't have to give it back, you look cute in it so keep it." He says confidently before ruffling your hair leaving you a flustered mess.

He then slung his arm over your shoulder and proceeded to place a kiss on the side of your head which in turn you playfully rubbed off gently hitting his chest.

"Dude I told you to stop doing that!" you yell throwing daggers at him with your eyes.

"What, I'm just showing my best friend some love," he teases rubbing the area on his chest you had hit.

He then started provoking you making pouty duck lips at you with smooching sounds.

"I swear, Seok Woohyun, I'm gonna kick your ass right now!" you playfully threaten him.

"Oh not the government name coming out!" he continued teasing.

Just as you were about to kick him, he successfully dodged your kick and ran out the room laughing as you ran after him into the kitchen.

Grabbing the wooden spoon, Matthew soon raised his hands up as he admitted to surrendering and you smiled at your own victory.

"Well you couldn’t possibly attack me (y/n)," he says flashing his infamous eye smile.

He knew it was one of your weaknesses and you ended up giving in placing the spoon down on the counter as you rolled your eyes at how weak hearted you were when it came to your best friend.

Matthew then playfully proceeded to create a heart shape with his arms over his head and you simply ignored his antics.

Remembering the muffins thay were baking, you got your oven mitts on and checked the muffins which were finally  ready.

Taking them out the oven, you placed them on your kitchen island leaving them to cool off.

"You should get started on the hot cocoa while I go look for movies we can watch." You suggest and he nods making his way to your cupboards to grab two mugs.

Leaving the kitchen, you make your way to your living room turning on your tv as you scroll through your Netflix looking for something you could watch with Matthew.

Matthew soon came into the room with two mugs in his hands and gave one to you which you were quick to thank him for as you gently blew at the hot drink that had mini marshmallows inside.

"I'll be right back." you announce placing your drink down on your coffee table.

As Matthew got comfortable on the couch under the blankets he'd brought from your room, you went back to the kitchen placing a few muffins on a plate so you and Matthew could enjoy them while watching your movie.

You made your way out the kitchen and placed the plate on the coffee table beside your mug and sat beside Matthew on the couch as he pulled you closer wrapping you in the blanket to keep warm.

Getting comfortable, you enjoyed your warm beverage as you leaned your head on Matthew's shoulder who quietly ate his muffin completely focused on the film.

The rain continued tapping against the windows as the sky grew darker as night time was coming in.

Matthew could be annoying but because he was cute you let him off the hook most time.

Who needs a boyfriend when you have your male best friend to shower you with the affection and company you need on a rainy day.

[justcrafting]

[ ID: A drawing of Leon Kennedy and Jill Valentine from Resident Evil/Dead by Daylight sitting together on a log. They're bruised and bloody and dirty, and both have angry, forlorn looks on their faces. Text, in the same Top Text-Bottom Text formatting as most memes, reads: "Entity took our guns, Can't have shit in the Fog." The background is gray with no details. /end ID ]

I sketched this back in 2021 when Nemesis was released in DBD and it was meant to be a companion to a short comic I ALSO drew back in 2021, but I never got around to actually finishing it til a little while ago lmao. Here's the comic btw, I can't believe I never posted it here:

[ ID: A black and white comic taking place in the Dead by Daylight universe. The first panel shows a locker with a crow on top of it sitting by a large brick wall with fog in the background, and Claudette quickly running around the corner past the locker. In the next panel, one of the members of Legion runs after her. The third panel shows the door of the locker being kicked open, startling both the crow and Legion. In the fourth panel, a gun is held right at Legion's head, with Legion panicking and going "Wait, hang on, that's not-" but is interrupted by the trigger clicking as it's pulled, the next panel being black with BANG! written across it. The sixth panel shows that Leon was the one holding the gun, standing in shooting position outside the locker as Legion lies dead on the ground in the Family Guy death pose. The next panel shows Leon lowering the gun and panting, proceeded by the final panel showing the Entity reaching down towards Leon - represented by a stick figure - and saying "FUCK SHIT I KNEW I FORGOT SOMETHING GIVE ME THAT" /end ID ]