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themonotonysyndrome · 2 months ago

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Shaw Pack headcanons, except it's actually involved the rest of the Wolves

Because they deserve the love & spotlight too and I'm tired of seeing headcanons just about the cash cows 😤

Brooker

Surname: Montrose

Freestyle with acoustic guitars like a pro, though he only feels comfortable playing either in private or around those closest to him.

Always get confused by outsiders with Brooks. He took it in stride.

Nearly choked on golden mushrooms once and was saved by Christian and Linda. They never let him forget it.

After the Inversion, he continues working with Shaw Security to keep an eye on Miguel and ensure he's ok.)

Is romantically seeing a Misery Demon after his grief attracted him. At first, they made a deal: He allowed the Demon to feed from him and in return, the Demon taught him a healthy coping mechanism and introduced him to several therapists. They got closer after that.

Once it's official, he brings his new boyfriend over during Thanksgiving and introduces him to Christian and a few others, although not the entire Pack.

He's one of the wolves that bullied Milo and thinks that Asher is unsuited to be Beta. But after seeing Asher gift Christian the watch and them slowly mending bridges and how the Inversion went down, he became the second one to step forward, apologised to Milo, and accept Asher as Beta.

Has no idea what Darlin's issues are. He tried reaching out to Darlin' when they were teenagers, only to be rebuffed constantly. Getting the message, he left them well alone. He still does so after learning about the whole Quinn thing, not wanting to be involved in their dangerous drama.

Leshaun

Surname: Vance

Has a raspy, sexy growly voice whenever he speaks or sings! (Think Steven Rodriguez) If Brooker plays the guitar, expect him to sing on the fly.

Linda wants him and Brooker to perform during her wedding.

Aro-Ace, though, gives the best love advice.

Always consult with Christian first about anything that might involve the Pack before going to David because he sees him more as an Alpha first than a friend.

Instead of dipping hot French fries into his vanilla sundae, he dumps them all into the bowl of ice cream and eats them with a fork.

A damn good cook that can give David a run for his money.

Loves off-road dirt biking. He'll race with a shifted Linda, Arden and Kelsey sometimes.

As a teenager, he had a crush on William Solaire, and whenever his soccer practice ended late in the evening, he'd make a stop at a cafe, hoping to see him again. He grew out of it eventually.

After the Inversion, he quit working for David and took some time to heal before working with the Department.

His favourite sparring partner was Amanda, and he helped her move her stuff to South Dakota in Christian's stead.

Understand Gen Z lingo from scrolling through TikTok. Fear him.

Very much into retail therapy and tend to buy basketball shoes.

Linda

Surname: Matvienko

Her father is Ukrainian, while her mother is American. She can curse you out in both languages until your head is spinning.

Her family joined the Pack when she was a toddler.

The best tracker in the Pack, as her nose is sensitive even in human form.

Wears a small diamond bracelet that she has saved up for years. The only jewellery she has.

Has a collection of Ukrainian books that she loans to Brooks.

As a wolf, her coat is lighter in colour, and that makes it hard for her to hide and blend it. Amanda, Kelsey and Arden like to ambush her.

After the Inversion, David told Angel that she had told him she was undecided about remaining working for Shaw Security, but he suspected that she actually had; she just didn't know how to tell him.

Her confidence shakes after the Inversion until she meets someone - a visiting Old Blood who came to Dahlia for the Summit.

They met and hit it off right away.

He helped her regain her lost confidence, and she helped him recover the simple joys in life.

They eventually got engaged, and that's why she decided to leave the security gig.

She announced it in the Pack's group chat, but it was quickly drowned by Darlin's text, stating that they were bringing Sam over for the Solstice party, and then Asher and Angel started teasing them.

It's alright, though. Christian, Arden, and the other wolves close to her threw a celebration and got to know the new Vampire House.

Although she's being treated as the queen she is, she now works as a security consultant for her fiance's clan.

Their wedding would be a small one at the beach at night, attended by a few wolves and Vampires.

David only realises she's married when William makes an offhanded comment that an Old Blood constantly returns to Dahlia with a wolf spouse.

Miguel

Surname: Romero Iglesias

His family came from Argentina, and he joined the Shaw Pack when he was a pre-teen.

Can't stand the cold, so he very rarely attends the Pack's Winter Solstice party and instead treats himself to a little vacation somewhere warm. Christian keeps him informed, though.

A good marksman since he enjoys spending time at the shooting range. Has an impressive collection of guns in his locked basement. He's thinking of creating a Youtube channel about it.

Always has to recharge his social battery before attending a Pack event because he gets uncomfortable among large, noisy crowds and Asher. The Inversion was utter hell for him.

After the Inversion, David mentioned that while he's still working for Shaw Security, he's more active in the administrative field, which suits him just fine.

He and Christian were classmates together and was the first one to know that he and Amanda were sleeping together. He had hoped that they would be mates because she made him happy.

Speaking of Christian, he understands that he's painfully awkward when conveying emotions and would check him if he's becoming too much of an asshole. He feels guilty that he couldn't stop him from bullying Milo. He apologises to him, nonetheless.

Can't seem to hold a romantic relationship for more than 2 months so he has FWB outside of the Pack instead.

A homebody so his friends would hang out at his place whenever he takes leaves from work. They would watch movies and just drink beer and crash for the night.

A smooth talker when drunk.

Doesn't hate Sam but thinks he's standoffish. He would nod and greet him, but that's about it.

Brooks

Surname: Solace

He is a natural heartbreaker among men and women, though he never cheats on any of the relationships he's been with.

He has the highest body count in the Pack, lol.

Milo likes to think that he's the best-dressed wolf in the Pack, not knowing that Brooks is way ahead of the game. He just lets Milo keep the title because...

"Have you seen Milo? He's pretty proud of wearing that combo today - silver tie with red blazer. He keeps telling Asher that it's the rage among men's fashion this month. Does he know 'cause you wore it for Vogue magazine?"

"Probably not but hey, he looks adorable strutting for that Stealth. Anyway, you're coming to Paris with your Vamp this weekend, Lins?"

After the Inversion, he quit the security gig and got snapped up by an unempowered modeling agency. He's enjoying it so far.

Because of the nature of his job, he constantly travels in and out of Dahlia and often skips Pack events.

Also, he's one of the wolves that bullied Milo and thinks that Asher is unsuited to be Beta. But after seeing Asher gift Christian the watch and them slowly mending bridges and how the Inversion went down, he became the first to step forward, apologised to Milo, and accept Asher as Beta.

While he's not as close to the trio, he would often be seen with Leshaun, Brooker, Christian, and the rest whenever he's around. Always keep in touch with them and send them VIP tickets during fashion week.

A bit of a polygot as he has a habit of learning the languages of the places he visits.

Hates how Leshaun eats his fries and ice-creams and always steals them away from him whenever his back is turned.

He has the loudest howl in the Pack.

The only social media he uses is Instagram; even then, he only posts pictures of scenery.

Amanda

Surname: Remington

Enjoys watching mukbang videos whenever she eats. It helps her unwind.

Has a type and it's jerks with a heart of gold.

Parents divorced when she was 12, but before that, she always hung out at Christian & Arden's house to escape her bickering parents.

Realises that she had feelings for him after they slept together for the first time but only confesses to him after the Inversion.

Road rage whenever she drives. Do not get stuck in traffic with her.

A damn good fighter, both in human and wolf form.

Shifted during late puberty. Was very anxious about it.

Her wolf form is on the bigger side, though.

The only mobile game she plays is Tetris. She likes the repetitiveness of it.

Keeps every present that the Pack gave her. Even when the perfume bottle is empty.

After the Inversion, she stays with Christian, Arden and Kelsey as she can't stand being alone.

Her guilty pleasures are Turkish soap operas.

Once she settled in South Dakota, she entered the Unempowered workforce.

Although she attends the same school as David, Asher, and Milo, she has her own clique.

Always want to do ballroom dancing and wear pretty dresses.

Quick to anger but also quick to forgive.

After Christian tentatively tells her he's seeing Alexis, she's more worried than jealous.

Whenever she visits Dahlia, she first visits Arden, followed by Christian and then the rest of the Pack.

Kelsey

Surname: Lennox

Doesn't play video games but watches playthroughs, but only the complete playthroughs.

Her favourite Youtuber is Ironmouse.

Loves riling people up on social media. She's a bit of a troll.

One of the fastest wolves in the Pack.

Listen to metal bands and would annoyed Christian by blasting a song outside of his door before making her dramatic entrance.

Is currently seeing someone but she's not telling.

Used to do ballet but stopped after she graduated from high school.

Can't stand spicy food. Like, even the mildest of spice would have her crying.

Hardcore fan of Epic the Musical. She always dragged her friends to her place for a karaoke party. Her favourite song is 'Ruthlessness.'

After the Inversion, she did her best to care for her cousins and Amanda, burning herself out. Christian and Arden took care of her in return.

In a fight, she's the one who rushes headlong first, giving everything she has so that the worst is dealt with.

Always dressed as a popular slasher during Halloween.

She's the one you want to go clubbing with, as whenever she's on the dancefloor, everyone wants to dance with her.

Whenever Brooks steals Leshaun's fries & ice cream abomination, she buys him a new one.

First crush is Starscream from the old Transformers cartoon.

Arden

Surname: Novak

Has an insane amount of good luck. Gatcha players in the Pack always ask her to pull for them.

Has a pet tarantula for years. It used to freak Christian out until he got used to it and helped her take care of it.

First crush is Jessica Rabbit.

Had an Emo phase and will absolutely smother Christian with a pillow if he brings out the picture.

Has been in a poly relationship for 2 years now. The only people who knew about it were Christian, Amanda, Kelsey and a few Pack members.

Loves to gossip and share the tea.

Although she doesn't outwardly defend Christian, she instead trashes their belongings, and no one ever suspects a thing. Asher may or may not lost a couple of items growing up. Hey, it's her duty as the older sibling to defend her baby brother, even if he's a jerk.

However, she was severely disappointed that he had bullied Milo.

It took her a long while to warm up to the idea that Christian and Alexis were secretly dating.

Good in oil painting and takes commissions. She likes painting for her loved ones.

She always puts on performances when she does deep cleaning around the apartment with noise-cancelling headphones on.

Serial maladaptive dreamer. Expect her to walk around the apartment listening to TikTok edit songs.

A vicious and pragmatic fighter. The kind that aims straight for the jugular at the first opportunity against enemies. It's why she has the second Shades count beside David.

Can't stand wasabi and will prank Christian whenever he swaps her favourite mint ice cream with it.

She also tried befriending Darlin' when they first joined the pack but was disheartened when they ditched her for the troublemaker group at school.

Likes binge-watching classic animes like Perfect Blue and Ghost in the Shell.

Christian

Surname: Novak

Secretly a fan of K/DA. For a while, his phone's home screen has been Evelyn.

Has a sweet tooth and always has a homemade jug of Thai milk tea in his fridge.

Kelsey dared him to get a tattoo when they were in high school. He got a tiny one of a wolf's jaw but then actually liked it. Currently, his entire back is tattooed. It's one of his proudest investments.

Met Alexis 3 months after Amanda moved away. They met at a wine store, fighting for the last bottle of their favourite brand. They had a push-pull relationship but nowhere near as bad as Darlin' and Quinn despite Alexis being... Alexis. As of currently, neither of them confessed, but they're often going on sexcapades outside of Dahlia. Only the ones closest to him know about it.

After nearly losing a leg during the Inversion, he struggles with physiotherapy. Often despises using the cane to help him walk. During his treatment, he hates leaving his apartment. It's the help of Arden, Kelsey, and a few others that got him to use it.

Doesn't realise that most of the older wolves (like, a year or two) look at him and how he interacts with David, Asher and Milo and follow suit. It's why most of them started questioning too when he blatantly questioned Asher becoming a Beta.

Speaking of which, like Leshaun, they would talk to him first for advice and stuff before going to either David or Asher, as they're closer to him than the two.

Good with kids, but he pretends to grumble and complain about it. The younger cubs think it hilarious, while the teenagers count on him to get the heat off their backs and keep them away from Asher and David if they do something they aren't supposed to.

Amanda was supposed to be his proper romantic relationship, but it's turning out to be Alexis.

He and Alexis enjoy arguing, but they care about each other, too, in their own awkward way. He calms her down while she gives him a good fight whenever he's spoiling for one.

After the secret's out, Darlin' confronts him about how much Alexis hurt Sam. Christian had to hurry and drag Alexis away because she couldn't stop laughing at how pissed off they looked.

A switch in bed.

Hates horror movies with a passion and always blames Arden for traumatising him with the first Hellraiser movie when she forced him to watch it with her when they were 12.

Took a long time apologising to Milo because of his ego, pride, awkwardness and shame.

This was fun! Here's a google doc that I compiled what I can find about the side characters. Feel free to fact check them if I missed anything. AND THANK YOU @thegoldenlittlerose FOR HELPING ME COMPILED THE INFO AND YOU TOO @moonandstarlightsposts FOR HELPING ME FLESHED OUT THE THE CHARACTERS!

#monotony's rambling #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted asmr #headcanons #redacted david #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted darlin #redacted christian #redacted arden #redacted kelsey #redacted amanda #redacted brooks #redacted miguel #redacted linda #redacted leshaun #redacted brooker #redacted shaw pack

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pasteloctoz · 7 months ago

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Redacted what ifs- Hero AU shitposting

might bring this series back i still need to write up mafia solaire clan.

They have the same powers as they do in the base universe, and unempowered people barely know about empowered people apart from heroes and villains, and D.U.M.P. is a corrupt government that controls people from reaching their true magical potential or whatever.

● DAMN Crew

-Vigilante Freelancer

Feel like Freelancer would initially be some kinda low level villainbc of how they were brought up, but then they meet Caelum and try to do more good than bad.

-Goofy Sidekick Caelum (i miss him so much)

Caelum would be Freelancer's gauge between good and bad. They'd probably become dependent on him at some point because they don't want to loose their temper.

-Hero Gavin

Gavin and FL have a complicated relationship initially and then find out abt eachothers identities and fall in love.

Also Gavin is probably the furthest thing from a hero he's just chillin with the lifestyle mandated by the corrupt government tbh.

Like he knows the government is bad but nothing compares to his life on Aria (forgot how to spell it)

-Support hero Lasko

Lasko is a support hero because of his relationship with Gavin.

-Civilian Damien

-Civilian Huxley

Lasko, Damien, and Hux are less involved in hero life bc they don't know about Caelum. Not to mention I like the idea of people who don't know about someone's trauma helping the person through it.

-Villain Vega

Hes more of a Vigilante but specifically for demon kind (i think ive barely listened to his audios) but in general hes a villain from FL's POV (cus he hurt caelum)

-Hero & Rival Kody

He's not enough of a bad guy to be a villain but he is enough of a parasite to frequent cameos in FL's routine.

● Shaw Pack

-Freelance Hero David

He takes jobs for money, and is indifferent to politics unless it effects his pack.

-Civilian Angel

Genuinely thought Davey was a normal guy (except for the moodyness n shifting). When they find out its about a year into the relationship and Angel isn't having any of that shit. Of course David told them about him being a shifter after a while but not THIS. Safe to say they'd be angry for a while.

-Civilian Asher

He's Davey's chairman, just cannot realistically be a full time hero because its too boring for him. Though he will help David any chance he gets.

Also probably the quipiest mother fucker ever-

-Civilian Baabe

They'd find out about Asher and Davey waaay before Angel and probably keep the secret too. Angel would be real hurt but heal a lot faster with Baabe.

-Hero Sweetheart

-Anti-Hero Milo

He definitely has SH realize the realities of government shit or whatever

Also Davey and Asher know about Milo being an Anti-Hero they just don't give a shit 😭

(I've lost all knowledge of what the fuck is going on with the vamps so im not caught up)

● Solaire Clan

-Support hero Sam

-Vigilante Darlin'

They're kinda on the run after getting a bit too violent with a villain. Then found out that the government is protecting certain villains because of the money they get if they do.

-Villain Quinn

Yes, the villain darlin' got too violent with is Quinn, who tf else would it be?

-Civilian Lovely

They'd still be a civilian after finding out they have magic, despite the government pushing them to be a hero. Although, they'd probably help a lot more after turning.

Another thing- the letters from the government asking lovely to be a hero would stop after their turning. They'd probably be even more angry when realizing that than when the government harassed them. Probably resulting in a breakdown and them thinking theyre worthless now.

-Hero Figure head Vincent

I don't think Vinnie would get too much into action unless absolutely needed.

-Hero Adam

Adam would've been a hero but gave into his cravings when lovely came around looking for vincent. But he wouldve been pushing his hero reputation a lot, if anyone knew of him before he died for good, they would've said hes a terrible hero.

-Hero Alexis

I dont think i need to say more, she'd still be on thin ice after sam's turning, though.

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penncilkid · 3 months ago

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Continuing on from this post, my thoughts on Sam/Milo as it pertains to Inversion + The Summit

[PK Inversion Brainrot part 241 (/j):]

-The idea that Milo losing his magic for a bit retriggering Sam is actually everything to me /lh

-I think Milo would be keeping himself busy as much as humanly possible, so much so that he can't notice the emotions clouding Sam's eyes from behind. I imagine a lot of late night drives taken by Sam once Milo goes to sleep for the night, not wanting to talk directly but wanting the space

-After he works through it enough though, it turns into him trying to figure out how to best help his mate. Should be keeping up the comfort and reassurance that this won't last? Or should be try and help prepare Milo for a life without shifting? (Doesn't end up mattering in the long run but still)

-Despite the fact that Sam was the one inside the ward, I firmly believe it's Milo's safety that he worries about most following that day. When Milo starts working security gigs again, Sam tries to suppress the urge to constantly check in and make sure Milo will be home that night. I could see him even asking other pack members because he doesn't want to stress Milo out with his anxieties (this would have to reach a boiling point at some point though and the convo would EAT I just know it /pos)

-Sam having an intensified appreciation for any time Milo chooses to shift in front of him after his core returns to normal

-Even though it would go against canon theoretically, I firmly believe Milo would half-jokingly start the "would you have turned me?" convo with Sam after his magic is back to normal. It's under the guise of "if my core had been fried for good... would you have offered that to me?" Maybe they leave it there, continue ignoring the larger elephant in the room, but I feel like they go hand in hand

-Sam having nightmares about things he witnessed in the ward but Milo was in other's place? Yeah /lh

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[Onto the Summit]

-Fred and Bright (my versions at least) are dating by then and BOTH are in attendance in general, so that's already fun + the Quinn mentions would be even more fun with his progeny there

-I've also been analyzing heavily how I think Milo would feel towards Alexis and vice versa

-SH and Darlin are dating in the context of this ship, so it makes Porter approaching Darlin feel even jucier because he's also aware that Sam and Darlin are close in some regards + has heard about Darlin's reputation

-Bright and Lovely have a very close dynamic, this is more passive of a thought since I'm uniquely insane over my versions of them but I like the idea that Bright is dragging them around *cough cough* so they're not just made to be Vincent's arm candy the entire night instead *cough hack cough*

-Sam internally freaking out for a moment when the death takes place because he can't find Milo initially and he has flashbacks to Milo being outside the ward and him inside (<33)

-It also hit me that Milo and Porter would have met pre-Summit, oh BITCH I have things to think about /pos

-First off: *Milo Greer does not have a bone to pick with Alexis Solaire prior to this event.* In fact, he's mentioned to Sam on several occassions that "Hey, I get why you're upset with her/feel the way you do. But first off, you should talk to someone about it. And second, you don't even know what she's actually like after all this time given the cold shoulder y'all have both been giving each other. Just consider that, alright?" Like the idea that Milo would square up because she's "Sam's ex" feels ridiculous to me personally, they are both minding their business as far as things go before the Summit

-Second: Concocting with the help of Lexi Sun (<33), because of the idea that Marie is sympathetic towards Alexis from the perspective of a healer, Milo is also inclined to not hate her guts prior to everything. He knows she fucked up Sam way back before when, and he's got some thoughts about that, but it's not this seething anger or anything

-That. Being. Said. When it came to the Summit, I thought Darlin's reactions to Alexis' chat were kind out of character given their development as a listener for several reasons. So I was like "Well what would be the best way to have her poke and prod at things that's unique to Milo?" And then I remembered one of my favorite gut wrenching moments in "canon", which is Imp!Milo basically telling Asher that he is expendable in comparison because his emotions get the best of him and that he can "take the punches" for them and all that jazz.

-So picture it with me: Sure Alexis brings up the whole "you gonna get turned or not?" thing but what she presses against is whether or not Milo could adequately live up to being Sam's mate more or less. "He's the duke of the Solaire clan, he's got plenty of eyes on him and the reputation to match. And you're... what? The pup who runs behind his best friends who actually have a role in your pack? What is it that you can even offer Sam?" It gets under Milo's skin because at no point is she undermining Sam. She's not shit talking that man whatsoever, but she's perfectly sinking her nails into Milo's insecurities. Hell, she could be asking in a complex way of looking out for Sam after all these years, the effect is all the same. And in that context, it feels like it makes sense that Milo starts to lose his temper, very much so "watch ya fuckin' mouth" energy only to be met with Alexis saying something along the lines of "By all means, Mr. Greer. *Please* start shouting and get every pair of eyes on the two of us. I'm sure you'd be showing everyone how you're *such* a good representative for your pack." Like it's catty, it's petty, but she's also just stating her perspective as an external detached party. The problem is that it's stuff Milo's tried to push out of his head a million times.

#Redacted Rambles #Pick N Mix Medley #Redacted Rarepairs #PK Rambles #redacted sam #redacted milo #Putting in the tag but reminder: Do not. Act a fool. About Alexis on my post. /srs #Anyways GODS I forgot how much I ate up the last section of these thoughts /pos

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aceofstars0 · 11 months ago

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Goodbye..

Song I was listening to and also suggest you listen to: The Other Side Of Paradise by Glass Animals

Warning: this fic is VERY gorey, horrific, all that jazz so read at your own risk! It also has spoilers for the ending of Demon Slayer.

This is an au of the Milo Kocho au btw

As Muzan is restrained outside and starts to burn up, Milo is begging and pleading Basil inside to turn back. Her eyes are filled with tears and she has scratches and cuts and bruises all over her body, but she is determined to save him.

Kanao arrives with a fourth syringe, and quickly inserts it into Basil before leaving to hrlo with other slayers. He falls down for a minute as Milo panics.

"Mi-o?"

Basil wakes up and looks at her, his eyes and hair slowly turning back to normal.

"Basil!!"

The area is spinning, blurry, and the colors are inverted.

"Wh...at? Wh-is ha-ing?"

Basil's voice cuts out and skips letters.

"W-voice-at?"

Basil starts to panic, as he realizes that he can't move his arms either

Both of their faces turn confused.

"Basil, wha...what's happening to your voice?"

"I-d-now..?"

Basil shifts to sit up, but their arms dont move, like they are sown into the ground. They try to close their eyes, but they sting and stay in place.

Milo holds his arms in an attempt to heal him, but instead her hands come back bruised.

The scab on Basil's forehead from where he was turned to a demon, starts opening up. Milo only realizes when a glistening streak of white starts running down basil's face.

"B-asil... your scars..."

As he glanced around, he noticed all his scars and bruises had been reopening.

Milo starts crying, she looks into Basil's eyes, which were also crying, and hugged him.

"I-an't m-ve"

Suddenly, Basil's left eye grows black, and the blood from his forehead turns red, then white, then red again. He stares forward, not moving, nor breathing

He stays like that for a minute, while milo pulls back and watches him.

With a large gasp, he comes back to life suddenly. His head is thrown back as his eyes turn fully black. His arms and legs contract, and then his whole body relaxes and he falls back asleep.

"Milo, what's happening to basil...?" Kanao had come back over to basil and milo after hearing the panic.

"I-I don't know! His body's doing weird things!" When she looked over, she noticed basil's left arm separate from its forearm and blood covering the area. She looked over to his right arm, which was deteriorating in the same place it had previously been lost, pooling with red and white blood.

Basil wakes back up, looks down, and cries harder than he had previously. He moves his hand to ease a sudden pain in his jaw, but can't reach without his arm.

Temporarily, basil's skin becomes more vibrant and colored, like Milo's. All his pain ceases, but the bleeding does not stop. They look at milo, and smile.

"Mallow, I love you..."

Their whole body falls.

Their hair turns brown, black, white, and every pastel it used to be, flickers.

Their skin pulses and bruises and turns pale.

Their eyes flicker black and white.

Milo hugs him, as tight as she can, her tears running into Basil's changing hair.

Basils body freezes, their pulse ceasing.

"I love you too."

Milo falls onto him, and succumbs to her injuries, the two lovers dying in eachother's arms.

A/N wow! First fic and it's killing off my and @larz-barz ocs! I seriously didn't know I could write something like this, and I did it all in one sitting. Hope I didn't cross any lines of gore because it's VERY gorey but I've posted it now so 🤷

#demon slayer oc #basil kocho #kny oc #oc x oc #basilmilo #milo kocho au #shooting star ship #shooting star couple #my fic #wow never used that tag before #first fic

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darlincollins · 2 years ago

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About the collecting stuff while shifted, do you have any ideas about what convo they had with their listeners after the first time the listeners saw it/asked about it?

LMAO ok yes... also i did think about it but i could not for the life of me decide what i thought the milo/sweetheart interaction would be beyond them possibly daring him to uproot and carry an entire tree? so if anyone else has an idea please share LOL anyway here's the only thing i wrote for milo's: *milo doing his little 'hehehe' cackle while sorting his sticks from smallest to largest*

DAVID

angel: so about these rocks-

david: what about them?

angel: you just seem to enjoy collecting them...

david: 😑 ... no i don't i did that just this once on purpose because we needed rocks for the garden

angel: oh sure, sure... so i guess then you don't want this rock? *produces large rock from behind their back*

david: .............. no... i don't......

angel: oh ok no worries i'll just get rid of it then!

david: ... ok wait i mean i guess since you already brought it here i might as well keep it whatever no big deal

angel: >:3

ASHER

babe: ash...

asher, putting his newest pinecones in a fancy bowl: hmm?

babe: you know i think your pinecone collection is super impressive right?

asher: of course babe! did i show you my new ones? these are from douglas firs, aren't they so cool! i had to go super deep into the woods for these, they- *this continues for a while*

babe: right... it's just-

asher: what's up babe?

babe: we just already have 9 bowls full of pinecones? which is GREAT don't get me wrong it's just that...

*asher listening while admiring his pinecones*

babe: *resolve weakening because he looks so happy* ... maybe we should buy more bowls?

asher: yeah okay! :D great idea babe!

DARLIN

sam: huh, that's weird... don't normally get so many leaves in the yard...

darlin: *very quickly* yeah super funny i wonder what that's about haha don't worry about it i'll rake them up!

sam: you don't have to do that-

darlin: *speedwalking away* NO REALLY IT'S COOL I WANT TO JUST DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT

*this happens a few more times*

*sam doing something in the living room when he hears a crunching noise outside and goes to investigate*

*he sees a giant wolf dropping leaves into a big pile before taking a running leap into it and rolling around*

*darlin notices sam watching* *he is literally biting his tongue to keep from laughing*

darlin: ...

sam: ...

darlin: *shifting back* ... i found these like this

sam: sure

darlin: ... and then i... fell into them...

sam: makes sense

darlin: and... i was just rolling around to get the leaves unstuck from my fur

sam: sounds like a good plan

* sam can no longer contain his laughter and darlin shifts to chase him around the yard and gently tackle him into the leaves*

#redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted asher #redacted audio #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted babe

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autisticempathydaemon · 8 months ago

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your match-up game looks like so much funnn so i'm gonna submit one for myself 💖

dragula by rob zombie …. i only rly discovered it like two weeks ago but it’s one i play a lot while working bc for some reason it helps me focus lol

just took a test and got nine, the peacemaker. idk much abt enneagrams 🫣

hmm yes but only when i’m feeling spicy. and they’re almost always about video games in some regard, like analyses or creepypasta deep dives yk?

i don’t think i ever had a REAL imaginary friend. i remember trying for a little while because i thought it’s what all kids were supposed to do, but i never like. Believed in it

sleep aid audios! lately it’s been redacted (i have a whole folder of faves on my phone lol) but before that it was asmrtists like gibi. sometimes i take melatonin too ‘cause it takes me ages to fall asleep 😪

i changed my name around late 2019 to angel when i was just coming into my nonbinary-ness; i took it from the video game borderlands 2! i went back to my given name in 2021/2022 but being angel was fun for a while <3

milo’s panic attack audio i think. i was just getting into redacted and starting from the top and it just made me feel so cozy and locked him in as a fave :’) OOH also the pack smash tournament!! i love multi-speaker videos and that one was so much fun

vincent ……. i’m so sorry i’ve tried three times to listen to his playlist but he bores me 😭 the farthest i’ve gotten is past adam, though i listened to his involvement in inversion and picked up with him after the summit

do video games count bc if so i can quote resident evil 4 2005 ALLLL DAY LONG it’s my favorite game ever. if not i’m gonna say lilo and stitch ‘cause that’s my biggest comfort movie

HUXLEY. like dgmw i love his non-canon audios & he’d be just the sweetest boyfriend but i want to be his friend so baadlyyy i just need one good huxley hug and i think it would cure me

nooo when i’m sleepy i just get quiet 🫠 i’m not a big talker in general i think

blue raspberry slushie + honey bun OR dr pepper + chili cheese fritos. depends on my mood

recently ummm it’s been a playlist i made called violent devotion, which is basically just yandere-type songs hehe

aw man ok. so i was a big homestuck fan in my teens and i rly loved broadway karkat, & last week i discovered all my faves are on spotify :’) so i made a playlist of them and spent all weekend revisiting my past

HMM okay here’s some rapid fire facts: i’m the eldest of three, i’m a dog person, i’m an introvert, i can be very stubborn (taurus 👋🏻), i tend to prefer video games over tv/movies, and overall personality-wise i relate the most to honey out of all the listeners!

So I consider a lot of factors when I do these, I swear I do. That said- you’re a Honey-kinnie but also a dog person? Who else can I pair you with but Asher?

Your personality types, in addition to your being an eldest child, hint to me that you’re a steadfast, reliable person and therefore an excellent foil to Asher who could use someone like that in his life to ground him. In contrast, I think his extroverted, bubbly nature would bring you out of your shell, endear you to the rest of the pack as the beta’s mate. Also, I think your love of video games and homestuck would really bring y’all together. (Out of all the boys, he’s deffo the most likely to be a homestuck.)

You’d have such a fun, chill life together, because Asher keeps it fun and chill, you know? I think Asher spends a lot of time wolfed out and with his big, dog head on your lap while you play video games. He jumps during the scary games and shifts back during co-ops so he can play with you. He comes home from a gig with either a honey bun or Fritos, because he wasn’t sure what the vibe was today, so he’ll eat whichever one you don’t want. You do 7/11 snack runs and compete to see who has the bluest tongue. It’s a great life.

Song:

Ooh, I'm in love/ It's a mystery/ When I see you out at night/ I start to get dizzy/ Before I see you I pick out some things to say/ Don't want to sound foolish and waste my chance away/ Oh, I'm not gonna make the same mistakes/ I'm not gonna run/ Just pick the boy you like

This song is peak Asher-vibes; do you know what I mean? Like, I think this is the kind of music he’d like, this sort of alternative indie pop rock sound. (Side note, the guitarist’s name is literally Darlin, so that’s a sign right there.) This song in particular is so fun and catchy; I can see Asher singing this at you incessantly no matter how long he’s already been your boyfriend.

Runner-ups:

Milo is a runner-up because you’re a dog person /hj It’s also because I would kill to watch him watch you play RE4 or any other horror game- that would be hilarious. Guy is another runner-up because, behind Asher, he’s the second most likely to have had a homestuck phase.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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wovetalesarc · 8 months ago

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it's always nice to have company down in the boiler room , though it does make him feel a little bad to have his friend @satellitewar here & not showing him around the smithsonian. a man like him has probably seen this place dozens of times in his life already , but this would have been the first time milo would of had the opportunity to tour the place as someone who has an ❛ in ❜ at the building. unfortunately for the linguist , milo was called for a last minute shift due to the boiler acting up again. why a place like the esteemed smithsonian doesn't just replace the darn thing is beyond his scope of understanding , but it's a job that pays the bills & keeps him close to the work he truly wants to do someday , as well as keep him close to the work his grandpa so truly loved , god rest his soul.

bent over & toying with the knobs of the boiler to adjust the heat , he looks over his shoulder to smile at his friend , hopeful he isn't too bored hanging around here. at least he made the boiler room more at home with his own little touches here & there. if someone were to enter here , they'd think it was a professor's office & not just the basement of the esteemed smithsonian. ❝ quick. tell me something awful , ❞ shawky suddenly says , & the sentence throws him off so much that milo bangs his head on a pipe as he stands up fully. he should be used to shawky's random outbursts of energy by now , but he still manages to take him by surprise. ❝ ow ! ah jeez . . . something awful ? ❞ as he tries to think , he lets a hand run over his head , soothing the soreness of his injury as best he can. ❝ i mean , take your pick , i'm always unlucky all the time. there's the one time i fell face first in front of the board of directors , the time i leaned against a stall in the bathroom & accidentally pushed the door open. the most embarrassing thing as of recent was how i mixed up some of my presentation slides with photos from my beach trip. ❞ all of said photos were not of a lewd degree , thank god , but he was all clad in his floaties & gear , & that earned a lot of teasing that is still ongoing. ❝ is this your way of entertaining yourself while i finish up work ? ❞ milo smiles sheepishly , guilt now settling in. ❝ i know this is boring , shawky & i'm sorry to drag you with me to work. i'm almost done here & then we can do whatever you want , i promise you , alright ? ❞

#satellitewar #˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· ic ﹕ the linguist.#˗ˏˋ ᵉᵖᶤˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· answered ﹕ words are not enough.#˗ˏˋ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳˢ· adventure awaits ﹕ the linguist.#˗ˏˋ ᵃˢˢᵒᶜᶤᵃᵗᵉˢ· seth shawky.#yOOOOOOO #the duo we absolutely need and DESERVE #im so excited for them!#love you stinky :3

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fountainpenguin · 1 year ago

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"Wherever you are, whenever it's right, you'll come out of nowhere and into my life..."

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New Factor It In chapter today!

Chapter 5 - “Vinculum”

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Start from Chapter 1

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It's foster family drop-off time for Rex (AKA Kid Math). Miah does her best to welcome him into the Pirakell home. That means introducing him to her sugar glider, discussing the crushing reality of being a burden to your absent parents, touring his new room, and dairy-free cupcakes! Huh. This is... not like life on Hexagon at all...

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Vinculum

.:: January 3rd - Saturday - 6:16 pm ::.

“Whatever you do, do it devotedly, for in hesitation, you’ll find only weakness.”

(Ancient Hexagon proverb)

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Psst! Look for the words sensory and hesitate

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It’s a mild January evening outside the home of Miah and Milo Pirakell. Unfortunately for Rex Pemdas (AKA Kid Math), he’s arrived just too late to see the sunset…

The boy hesitates when Clarissa pulls open the rear door of her car. Miah can see that even from her hidden place behind the window blinds. He bites his bottom lip. “Milo,” she whispers, just loud enough for him to hear her from the kitchen. Her husband’s head pokes around the edge of the wall, ponytail dangling past his shoulder. Miah motions towards him with one hand. “He’s here.”

“Right. Uhh… Who’s here, again?”

“Our new foster placement. The 8-year-old boy. We set up the guest room today.” She manages to hold back an eye roll, even in jest. Milo can be spacy from time to time, but Miah has full trust in his ability to offer a safe, comforting home to a foster kid. Milo is a stay-at-home dad to their 3-year-old sugar glider, Misty. He does accounting work, and when foster children stay with them, he runs them to all their appointments. They split most of the chores 50-50, trying to keep their marriage an even partnership (Milo always anxious he’ll come across as sexist by asking her to handle more, Miah constantly fretting that she’s accidentally implied his remote job is any less important than what she does at the hospital).

Milo’s eyes widen like flying saucers. He looks like a lost, goofy puppy peering around the corner, and her oozing heart falls for him all over again. The two of them click like magnets. Always have. Milo is easily overwhelmed by the amount of information pinging his mind on a daily basis, so he leans on her steady form and analytical mind. Meanwhile, running 12-hour shifts as a nurse and midwife three days a week leaves her bitter and drained, so she needs to circle home in the evenings and find his loving arms and kindly soul. They’re a mismatch. He completes her. And he’s adorable, and she wouldn’t have him any other way.

“Oh!” he yelps. “The new foster placement! Right, right.” Milo scrambles from the kitchen so fast, he almost looks like he’s down on all fours. The open halves of his green sweatshirt flap behind him. He brushes his hands down his front. He doesn't leave a chocolate stain even though he was frosting cupcakes. Maybe he just has sweaty palms, not crumbs or icing on his fingertips. “H-he’s out there right now?”

“Yes.” Miah plays her nails very, very carefully against the blinds. She can only see the boy and Clarissa when she presses her forehead right up against the window, and if he looks up and locks eyes with her, he’ll probably think she’s a total stalker. The easiest thing to do is “pretend to be normal” as much as she can. Miah is an expert at passing through life as though she’s insignificant. Ha! She’s ‘Little Miss MIA.’ She sort of prides herself on how few people know her name.

Okay. Back straight. Friendly smile. Not too over-the-top. Is this okay? She checks her reflection over, tongue in her cheek. Chestnut brown hair dangles past her shoulders. She picked out hoop earrings the size of her fists today. Occasionally they snag, but her sugar glider likes to bat at them. It’s sort of her thing. A pink rayon shirt, black jacket thrown on top. Miah tugs the hem down. Quick breath in. Little hop on her toes. She’s totally ready. She watches through the blinds as Clarissa says a few words to the kid, who nods and holds his over-the-shoulder duffel bag more tightly to his side. A star-patterned backpack dangles from his hand.

So this is Rex…

Miah hadn't known exactly what to expect. Rex looks like he survives off veggie platters, dirt bike rides, and pixie dust. It's too dark to get a perfect look at him, but that feels right. He's both rugged and geeky, if it's okay to say that about your foster kid. There's intelligence in those squinting eyes. He adjusts his square glasses frames with all the poise of a kid who knows exactly what he's looking for. He wears a frumpy red hoodie, halfway unzipped to show a hint of blue shirt underneath. There's some kind of white logo printed on the blue, though she can't see what it is from here. Maybe a skull? Or a fish?

He's African American. At least, that's her tentative understanding. Clarissa relayed a few details after she and Milo confirmed they wanted to learn more about the placement. The state hasn't been able to track down any information about his family. Apparently Rex had denied his consent in the DNA test the state had pushed for, which frustrated several of the adults involved, but… Miah can see where he's coming from. Her mom passed away unexpectedly when she was only 13. Though she never knew her father, she'd been so shaken up by the whole "ending up in foster care" thing herself that she hadn't wanted the test either. The thought of getting answers to those lifelong questions completely burned her out.

Case in point: What if her father wanted nothing to do with her, or had remarried and started a new family and didn’t want her, or what if he lived outside the country, or had passed on like her mother had? Every option stung. Then it simmered. Then it burned. That small, twinkling hope that he might welcome her with open arms all too easily drowned beneath her anxiety. Year after year, she still opted not to know.

Rex won’t be the first African American child to stay with them. Although neither she nor Milo share that cultural background, Miah's arranged three small Kwanzaa celebrations throughout a decade of being a foster mom. According to Clarissa, Rex’s past two weeks (or at least a week and a half) have been inside the group home. That can’t have been a fun holiday.

Just the thought of him ending up there prickles at her skin. Group homes are tightly structured, and if you’re only 8 years old and unfamiliar with the outside world, then sharing your space with several other loud children is probably the most scary thing that can happen to you. Miah can’t stand the thought of Rex spending some of his first weeks away from an abusive home in a dreary place like that… even though it probably was necessary when the state couldn’t even figure out where he had come from or why he didn’t exist in the government’s eyes. But it breaks her heart. Not a single family could take in an emergency placement over the holidays?

I’d have done it in a heartbeat.

Well. Maybe. But Milo’s messy past, freckled with supervillains who used to use his dad’s home as a meeting ground when he and his brothers were young, leaves him unsteady on his feet once supernatural abilities come into play. This is his home too. Honestly, Miah’s a bit overwhelmed herself… by the fact that he said yes. Milo’s stayed faithful and hardworking even when some of their past placements showed small powers, like talking to birds or adjusting light levels, but flight will be new to them. Especially if Rex decides he doesn’t want to talk about it.

This should be interesting.

[Cnt'd on FFN / AO3 - Links at top]

#WordGirl #Kid Math #Factor It In #Exposition Guy #EG/EG's wife OTP sweep #Arithmetic Lad #LexiHexa duo #I wrote this before posting 'Your family is doing okay' and I have been ITCHING to get to this point in the buffer. I love this chap #Shout out to the bg artist of Staycation who opted for snow lightly dusting leafy plants I love u #I was holding myself back until this chapter before I shared any Rex backstory one-shots but /rubs my greasy hands #I've got stuff on the way... not sure when but sometime #ridwriting #apparently art #Satirical vocab alien child show #fic announcement

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systemadministratorclu · 9 months ago

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Might I share my own theory on the Heart of Atlantis?

The Heart is actually a piece of ancient alien technology, sort of a computer almost. The 'consciousness' it has is some form of AI. And the comet is a cover story for outsiders, to protect the alien colonists who originally brought it to Earth. They were scientists who came before humans appeared, to study the planet full of so many forms of life. The island was chosen because it was secluded and they could easily hide their research base so it wouldn't disturb the world around it. But at some point, some humans found their way there. Aliens couldn't just let them spread news of their existence. So instead, they took in the humans, gave them no reason to leave, became their friends, and helped them form their civilization.At some point, their entire civilization on their homeworld was destroyed by enemy attackers seeking to wipe out this highly advanced race. The colonists found out and knew the enemy would come for them. So they set up the Heart and an elaborate defense system including force field generators and "phase shifters" that would allow their part of the island to sink down through solid rock into a vast cavern created for this purpose. They taught the humans all they could about the Heart and how to use the technology, but time prevented them from passing on everything. Their enemies found them and killed them off, having no interest in the humans, who they saw only as vermin native to the planet (Earth).

The crystal pendants are like keys to the computer system. Each one belongs to a specific person and it recognizes their biosigns. The keys are also have a neural connection, which is how the Heart is able to store memories and knowledge directly from people. The royal family's crystals are essentially the Master Keys, with Admin level access. But any of the keys (and their permissions) can be passed to another by way of "thought" commands, which is what happened when the King gave Milo his crystal. Milo couldn't have used it to heal the King when he first picked it up because he didn't have access to the system (think "he didn't have the password") But before handing it to him, the King issued a transfer command, and as he closed Milo's hand around it, Milo was added to the system and logged in. Additionally, he was granted the Admin access he needed. (The others were given temporary access for the battle, but then had to return their keys. Kida later gave them their permanent access keys, which do not have Admin clearance).

These keys are what actually determines who gets chosen by the Crystal. It uses the energy of the operator to run the defenses (they choose which functions to activate and when. The forcefield dome and phase shifters are but two of the who-knows-how-many defense functions are actually present). Not an issue for its creators, they just might need a nap even after prolonged use. But the thing was never designed for humans to use, and it takes a lot more out of them, to the point prolonged operation is deadly for humans, which is why someone can become "lost" to it. It chooses the operator most likely to survive the longest. The defense system shuts down (after completing a task, such as shifting down to the cavern) if the operator dies. Kida's mom died because she did too much (activate/maintain forcefield, activate phase shift to cavern. Both exhaustive functions, which is why the latter is a last resort) for too long. Kida only used one of those functions, plus a not-nearly-as-exhaustive transport function (her crystal form, used to move the Heart if needed, as this would make it much smaller and easier to manage when moving it. This is likely how the King moved it underground.) while she was bonded with the system, so she survived. She also used a function that sort-of "infects" other crystal computers, or anything similar enough, like the thick glass in her container's portholes, with energy from the main Heart. Ordinarily, this would turn the infected thing into an extension of the Heart. But although the glass was compatible enough to receive the energy, it couldn't receive more than the absolute most basic information, such as the fact that Milo was not an enemy, so it had no effect on him when he grabbed the glass. Rourke, however, was an intruder. A virus, if you will. So when Milo sliced him with the glass, the antivirus attacked the invading "code", better known as Rourke's very DNA. His molecular code. Without being able to receive more specific instructions, it went to its default approach and attempted to then turn the "virus" over to its side, as the next step would be to then attack the enemy with their own virus. With Rourke being a human instead of a piece of technology, this resulted in instant (and excruciatingly painful) mutation into the crystal creature. This included even wiping his brain with intent to "reprogram" him. Basically, the human man known as Lyle Rourke essentially died before he was thrown up into the rotors. The drone that was left had little to no parameters for what to attack, except the last inkling of Rourke before he was completely erased, which of course classified Milo as an enemy, which is why it chased him, before it was shattered by the spinning rotors. (A truly horrible way to die, even for a guy like that.).

They still don't know everything the Heart can do, or how it can do what it does. It almost qualifies as Eldritch/beyond human comprehension. They've probably only barely scratched the surface of its capabilities.

This got way longer than I intended, so if you read it all, thank you, I appreciate it a lot.

#atlantis the lost empire

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weird-writes · 2 years ago

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Hot Off the Trail (Andor/Rogue One, E)

Title: Hot Off the Trail (11k)

Description: You've been comrades-in-arms for years, and you'd trust him with your life. So when Saw Gerrera's best rifleman offers to help you blow off steam, what's the harm in saying yes?

Pairing: Benthic "Two Tubes" x Female Reader

Maybe it's the drugs changing your mood as chemical byproducts drift into your bloodstream but the contented, heavy feeling is sliding away, replaced by something sharper. Curiosity. You would normally leave the conversation where it lies but the spice makes things that would usually be difficult easy. It's not that you're out of control, it's just not as hard to ask as it would be if you were sober.

You still make sure you’re looking straight ahead when you say, "Not so different how?"

The response is equally casual. "Want to find out?"

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex, penetrative sex, anarchist philosophy, drug use, squirting, knotting i guess??, monsterfuckin' galore, we playin' fast and loose with biology baby, open-ended romance, no betas we die like men

Tropes: friends with benefits, porn without plot, sex comedy if that's a trope, fluff or as fluffy as you can get with saw gerrera in the mix, is dirtbag4dirtbag a thing?, awkward first times

Author's note: i have no excuse i just can’t be trusted around a masc lifeform with a rifle and their face covered SORRY

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"What, seriously? It doesn't feel good at all?"

You're sitting with your head resting against the rock wall of the canyon, looking up at the twinkle of the galaxy above you and watching the firelight in camp flicker and dance in the distance. It's been a long day - a long week - maybe a long month - and you can't remember the last time you had an evening to relax like this, let alone a whole day off. It's been nothing but one run after another for a while now, and while all of Saw's guerillas are tough, there's a limit to your comrades' ability to fly close-quarter combat missions without rest. And a limit to your ability to put them back together after exhaustion takes its toll, turning minor accidents into major ones.

Which is why you'd handed off tomorrow's assignment: pilot and, if need be, medic for the saboteur crew harassing the Imperial arrestor cruiser that often patrols this sector. Bokk's not as quick on the controls as you, but Cantwell-class ships trade speed for power anyway. He'll be fine.

Benthic is next to you, his lean shoulders swathed only in his usual seamed shirt and dark cloak. You, by contrast, are practically drowning in layers, undershirt and tunic and sweater and at least two coats. It's freezing to your frail human body, Segra Milo's winter unforgiving under the best of circumstances and now only exacerbated by your position away from the fire and the portable heating units that keep your makeshift living quarters at a nearly-tolerable temperature. On the sand between you and the Tognath rests a thin pipe, its tip a smoldering orange glow in the shadows.

The spice has made you chatty, prone to talk about nothing at all. Your day off has been mellow already and the feeling is only enhanced by the drug. You'd volunteered to scrape together dinner as the duty rotation changed, bodies crowding your workspace as your fellow partisans huddle gratefully near the little plasma stove to shake off the chill. Benthic had appeared mid-meal, returning from his overwatch position on the cliffs. He'd been back long enough to tidy up, his headplates shiny from the sonic Saw had grudgingly permitted after his crew insisted that they'd be no good if the Empire could smell them coming.

Benthic had told you once he didn't actually need the sonic, that his kind cleaned themselves mostly with soft bristle brushes and dry, sweet-scented abrasives, but he enjoyed the sensation as a ritual that delineated the end of a sentry shift. He'd been obviously off-duty by then, unarmed except for the slender rifle he carries everywhere, the pipe that now rests between you extended in his hand as an invitation. You'd held up one finger across the crowded room, the universal sign for hang on a minute, then come to find him after the last of the plates were cleared away.

Which is how you ended up here at the mouth of the canyon, cold but pleasantly aware of Benthic's undemanding company, and a bit sleepy. At least, you had been sleepy - until he'd said the thing that made you wonder if he's messing with you.

"Not at all," Benthic confirms, picking up the pipe as his articulated finger-scales click against his joints. He can't draw on it the normal way, not with the respiratory apparatus that lets him thrive in oxygen-rich environments like this one clamped over what you presume is his mouth, but he thumbs open a port on his filter unit and takes in the smoke through there. Finding out that you both enjoy the effects of sansanna spice despite your differing brain chemistries had been one of your stepping-stones on the road to friendship.

"That makes no sense," you say, watching spice fumes leak minutely from the seals of the breathing tubes that gave him his nickname. "What's the incentive for..." Your vocabulary fails you. "You know... making young? Children?" You're both speaking Tognath, which Benthic prefers: partially as an act of defiance and partially because the low, buzzing pitch carries well through the modulator that transfers sound outside his mask.

He scoffs. "The incentive is the children themselves, isn't that enough? You purely mammalian types wouldn't recognize any of what we do as mating, not really. The selection process for reproducing pairs is not physical, and the eggs aren't parented the same way that human infants are. It's the father that provides the first six months of care after hatching, until the larvae select their nursery tree for cocooning."

Your eyebrows lift. "The fathers? Tognaths have two sexes? Have you been a father?" You've never really thought of your friend's choice of pronouns as anything but convenience for the less worldly. Maybe it means more than that.

“My sex is most closely analogous to male, yes," Benthic shrugs. "But I've never been a father. And now I won't ever be," he adds darkly. You know what he's talking about: the occupation of Yar Togna. Most of your comrades have similar stories. It's not something any of you dwell on in conversation, preferring to let the struggle you enact together against the Empire speak to your shared grief. There are no words loud enough to convey the pain of losing a homeworld, but the sudden violence of a blaster bolt, or a bomb, can sometimes come close. For a while.

But that's an on-duty sort of thought, and you're determined to spend your first free night in ages thinking about anything else. "Does that mean you've... you've never...?"

Benthic matches your attempt at levity with the ease of long acquaintance. His willingness to feel emotions other than rage and despair despite his hatred is one of the reasons you prefer his company to that of his brother Edrio. Benthic can be quick to anger, terse and intimidating, but with you he’s also funny... and kind. The tall Tognath was one of the first partisans you met after Saw recruited you straight out of your Imperial labor camp. He'd never objected to your presence, even when you spent your first few weeks on Segra Milo living in his shadow and avoiding everyone else. In the intervening years, many of the partisans you'd been terrified of had become your friends, but Benthic is the one you seek out when you need a sympathetic ear. Or someone to listen to your stupid jokes.

You're teasing him now, and he knows it. "Never what?" Benthic shoots back. "Never--" and then he makes a sound you don't know but you have no trouble deducing the meaning of. You’re pretty sure you just learned the slang for fuck, past tense. "Of course I have." He turns his head toward you in that way you've learned is smug. "I'm very good at it."

You're still catching up. "Hunh? If you're not a father and it doesn't feel good..."

"Making children isn't pleasurable," he corrects. "You would say we have two types of sex. Sex for reproduction, which is honorable but not pleasurable, and sex for... social function. For fun. That, I assure you, feels quite good. Especially with a partner one... enjoys." You do know that word, but here it has a connotation you're not familiar with. It sounds an awful lot to your human ears like hunger, and not necessarily in the metaphorical way.

"Oh," you say in sudden enlightenment. "Sex without children. We do that too. Well, most of us do, anyway– not everyone enjoys it." Your turn with the spice. You breathe in the smoke and hold it, letting the taste that gives the drug its name fill your mouth before exhaling. The cloud drifts away, broken apart by the cold night wind. Your head feels heavy and fuzzy and very slow.

"Do you?" Benthic's tone is lazy; he's feeling it too.

Well, this is one of the weirder conversations you've ever had. The tips of your ears warm with the start of a blush as you consider how to answer his question. "Um, yes? It depends on who my partner is, I guess. It's always so different from person to person, even if the... equipment is similar. I don't know."

He makes a sound that you interpret as his version of hmm. "Much the same for us, I think. Sometimes a good match, sometimes a bad one. My eggmate Edrio and I once coupled with a--" He must be able to see your expression in the dark because he breaks off mid-sentence, creaking out a laugh. "Maybe not so similar after all. Have you ever–" he makes the fuck sound again "--with a non-human?"

"No," you say quickly. "Not even with a human, not in a long time." You might be embarrassed to admit it under other circumstances, but running with the partisans means privacy is mostly an illusion. If you'd lied to save your pride, he would have found out.

Another thoughtful noise. Then: "Is it bad for you? To go so long without sex?" The polite version of the word this time, the one you've heard before.

You have no idea how to answer that. "No, it isn't bad for me physically." Mentally, probably.

You haven’t been completely without offers. Plenty of your comrades sneak off together or share blankets in a more permanent arrangement. No one minds as long as it stays out of the command room. You'd had opportunities, but none enticing enough to risk the possibilities of things getting... difficult. If human sex has a defining feature, it's unasked-for emotion turning up to make a simple thing complicated.

You wonder if it's the same for Tognaths. "Your turn. Are you sneaking off-planet to get laid?" That last sentence is in Basic, since you're not sure you understand the arrangement of syllables he's been using enough to reproduce them.

You'd meant it as a joke, but Benthic seems to take the question seriously. "No. The urge is not physiological. There are no consequences to going without, except for perhaps... yelling more than usual." His tone is dry. He's referring to himself, of course.

You snort. "With this lot, yelling is part of the job. How about you, have you ever..." You make a vague gesture with your shoulders, something like a shrug. "With a human?"

"One or twice," Benthic says. "Mostly females. Our bodies are not so different that one can’t navigate the difference.” He uses the same expression in Tognath as he would for the action of charting a course in hyperspace or memorizing a new star map. It's a romantic turn of phrase from the practical warrior. Apparently your friend has hidden depths.

And besides, come on, you're talking to Benthic. You've known him forever. He once showed you how to make a fire from dried-out bantha dung on Tatooine. You'd failed to account for the wind, inhaled a lungful of the shitty, oily smoke and then thrown up until you drowned the coals. The Tognath had laughed so hard at your mistake you thought he might pass out instead of you. Between the two of you there's not much dignity left to preserve.

You still make sure you’re looking straight ahead when you say, "Not so different how?"

The response is equally casual. "Want to find out?"

And with Tubes it genuinely sounds like a straightforward question. As if there will be no consequences at all to your answer, as though no is just as good as yes. Like this could be simple, if only you'd let it.

Wait. Are you letting it? Are you about to say yes to perving on your best friend, who isn't even human? How high are you, exactly?

Benthic is waiting patiently for your response. You sneak a glance at him. His posture is relaxed, leaned back against the rock with his boots outstretched in the sand, his face betraying nothing - not that the configuration of hard bone enhanced with metal gives you much to go on. Only his hands show any sign that he'd said anything at all; the pipe is lifted halfway to his respirator as if he's forgotten he's holding it.

"Uh. Maybe?" Even you know you're stalling. "How– exactly what kind of... equipment are we talking about here?"

"Nothing damaging to you," he answers instantly, as if he'd anticipated this. "I could show you, if you like." From anyone else, this would be an unbearable pickup line; from him it sounds merely polite.

The entire idea is insane.

Or is it? This would just be an experiment. Between a human and an alien. Building intergalactic bridges, you think, with a twinge of hysteria. Hells, it's practically an exchange program.

"Okay," you say in Basic.

He seems as surprised by your assent as you are, and you are kriffing floored. You stare at each other for a long moment, or at least he stares at you and you stare at the small servo motor-driven diopter augmentations that make real eye contact with a Tognath impossible.

"Okay," Benthic repeats eventually, also in Basic. The word seems to unlock the strained pause between you. He puts the pipe down and shoots to his feet in one fluid, enviable motion. He's already close to a third of a meter taller than you even when you're standing and with you still sitting down he seems like the tallest thing in the universe. You find you have to swallow several times, your tongue a foreigner in your own mouth, your throat suddenly thick with - you don't know what. Embarrassment? Anticipation?

By contrast, Benthic seems entirely comfortable now he knows what the immediate future holds. It's clear you just said yes to a sexual proposition but you're still not ready when he reaches up, takes hold of the fabric near the shoulder, and starts to shuck out of his surcoat.

You make a noise like a baby Wookie, a sort of high-pitched, terrified squeak, then clamp your hands over your mouth, mortified. "Sorry! Sorry," you say around your own fingers. "I just didn't expect– are we getting naked right this minute?"

Benthic looks down at you. "I am not undressing," he says, and his voice is warm and amused under the modulator. "I thought perhaps you would like to lie on something other than sand." He doesn't add you idiot, which is kind of him. Then again, maybe he doesn't need to. "We will go at whatever pace you wish."

"Oh," you say lamely. "Oh, I thought– it's fine." And you find, to your shock, that it is fine. You're nervous but it's good nervous, the kind you get when you're about to do something that you know is worth a little discomfort. Like jumping into a cold lake on a hot summer day.

You're not in love with him and that's fine too. This is Tubes in front of you, taking off his cloak and spreading it on the ground to shield you. Tubes, who's seen you sweating and shaking, covered in blood or changing out of your flight suit more times than you can count. Tubes, who once talked you down after a near-miss with a TIE fighter when you refused to let your fellow medics near you because some broken part of you was still inside that cockpit as it came apart. You don't need to be in love with him because you trust him.

Stars, you're really going to do this.

"Here," you say, and it only comes out a bit strangled as you stand too, shrugging out of your outer layer and handing it to him. You feel a burning and nonsensical need to contribute somehow, to show you're invested in whatever the fuck is about to happen. "It's cold."

Tubes adds the thick coat to the pile, buffering the spot where you'll be laying under - under? Don't think about it yet - him from the freezing ground. "It is not cold to me," he says. "But we Tognaths have a very fast metabolism. I think you will find yourself adequately warm if you are close."

Close. You can manage that. Warmth sounds nice. Really nice, and it opens the door to something you've wanted to do for a long time, even if before tonight it was only from idle curiosity.

"Can I touch you?" you blurt out, faster than your nervousness can stop you. "I mean– I mean– like this. Standing up. It might help me to..." You swerve away from relax. "I just want to know what you're like.” Oh, you hope that didn't come out as insensitive as it sounded. Like he's an exhibit in a Coruscant museum.

Benthic chuckles, a sound that combines the low register of a mature human male with the rasping, clicking buzz of a grasshopper. "Yes, you can touch anywhere you like. Gently to start, if you don't mind. Some of me is... very responsive."

Every aspect of this conversation so far has been thrilling, but the sensation has been... not intellectual, exactly, but mental - constrained to your spice-fueled mind. You're curious and excited and weirdly honored to be trusted to do this, but it's as if your body has been playing catch-up, unconvinced that it might get something out of the encounter too. Your limbic system is dormant right up until the moment Benthic says very responsive in that rumbling baritone and then everything comes online all at once, flooding your brain with hormones as goosebumps erupt under your layers of sweater. Something animal in you responds to the unspoken promise in his voice, the same voice that had assured you he's good at this, and your pussy gives a little pulse that feels like the equivalent of a dreamy sigh. You've never known Tubes to brag.

"Take off your shirt," you say, and if your voice is still a bit shaky this time it's for a different reason.

Benthic moves so obediently it takes you a moment to realize he's reached up instead of down, gripping not his clothes but the connector gaskets that attach his breathing apparatus to his face. The first seal unlocks with a hiss.

"Oh shit!” One of your own hands shoots out too late to stop him. "Wait. I didn't– we'll figure it out. Don't suffocate, please?"

"Your concern is appreciated.” Once again you can hear how he's pointedly not laughing at your expense. He moves from one seal to the other, taking your hand with him so you feel the click as the coupler unseats. "I am not in danger. The oxygen here is more than I'm used to but in the short-term, the effects are not unpleasant. Like spice."

Your first unkind thought, which you wouldn't admit with an Imperial blaster to your head, is, Wow I've been sharing my stash with this nerf herder when he gets high on the air for free?

Your second unkind thought is I am such an idiot, as he unbuckles the harness straps that hold his filtration pack and adds, "How else would I get dressed every day?"

"I'd never thought about it," you respond defensively, pulling your hands back to yourself and trying not to stare. You've never seen his real face before - or most of his face, since the mechanics that enhance his vision and hearing are still in place. You have an unobstructed view of his mouth, though, and it's... not human. Not even remotely, a blank hole in his otherwise familiar form that changes shape when he speaks more than a human's would, shielded by two ductile protrusions from above and below. The whole thing looks not totally unlike a blast door in miniature. You swallow hard. Kissing is apparently out of the question.

Now he’s reaching for the hem of his loose tunic, pulling harness and tunic off together in a bundle and letting them drop into the sand. You're not sure you can take another surprise like his mouth, but he looks… not so different than he did with the tunic on, anatomy some combination of lean strength and what you think are hard plates or scales in flexible, overlapping configurations a bit like the many seams of his shirt. His skin is the same pallid grey-green color as his face and it reflects the starlight just a little, smooth and clean. It's manageable as long as you don't spend too long looking at his mouth. It's more than manageable, it's... inviting, like allowed to touch a marble statue.

Benthic tilts his head in the same assessing motion he uses for range-finding over the barrel of his rifle. "And this?" he asks, as though you hadn't stopped talking. The volume of his voice has dropped noticeably without the modulator, although it's still audible in the quiet. You recall that his vocal cords, like his respiratory system and his tympanic membranes, are made for much thicker atmosphere, although you can't remember if he told you or you read it in one of the rare medical manuals that Saw sometimes barters for. "Did you think about this?"

You're not sure if he means himself, half-undressed, or the evening's planned activities more generally, but the answer's the same either way.

"No," you say. It sounds honest because it is. "No, I never thought about this. Not before tonight. It seemed... impossible." You're not sure why it had seemed so impossible, only that it had. You've never been a xenophiliac, but you don't think you harbor any strict prejudices about your partners' species. You're a healthy human woman and - speaking based on ancient historical data, anyway - you like sex. And Tubes has always been different with you than with the others, teasing and affectionate in a way that you've sometimes thought would be flirtatious if... You really are an idiot.

"And you're not in the habit of dreaming the impossible." That dry wit again, laced with humor.

You know what he's referring to. You do your best attempt at Saw’s hoarse rasp back at him: " ‘In order to fight for the future we want, we must first be able to imagine the world as it should be.’ "

You'd meant it to be funny, but there's nothing funny about it when Tubes takes a long step towards you, his height forcing you to tilt your head back if you want to keep looking anywhere but at his broad chest with its distinct bands of muscle and plate. He's doing something with his fingers you can't quite follow in the dark at first, and then he makes a motion you do know, peeling away the articulated finger-joints of his.... gloves. He wears gloves, the same color and plate pattern as his skin. They're so well-fitted and camouflaged you've never noticed, the edges hidden under the cuffs of his surcoat. Just like his mouth, you've never seen his real hands.

So you never knew what you were missing until he raises those same hands and circles them, loosely but with conviction, around your wrists. He has beautifully long fingers, their color dark and indiscernible in the dim light, and they bend and flex in a way that suggests more joints than a standard human's. And oh, he wasn't kidding about his body heat. The first touch of his palms is burning hot, nearly as warm as some of the heating units you've slept huddled against since you came to this planet, and they feel excruciatingly good against your bare skin.

"Not impossible," Benthic says, and without the modulator he has to bend down so you hear it, putting his strange mouth close to your ear. His breath is warm too, and smells faintly of something dry and pleasant and inorganic, like the mineral incense in the temples you visited as a child. Your whole body reacts to his proximity, your stomach fluttering and your mouth going dry. Whatever pheromones or other chemical signals he's producing, they clearly work on you, despite your species difference. "Now, I recall you said something about touching?"

What follows is an unhurried interval containing nothing more overtly sexual than your hands on the Tognath as he stands, patient and impassive, allowing you to enjoy both the novelty of his form and his service as your own personal hand-warmer. You find that, despite the nerve-wracking presence of cloak and coat waiting on the sand, you can't turn off the medic part of your mind, and so you start to ask questions as your touch wanders over him.

"This?" you say, as the tips of your fingers ghost over the biggest plate-scale on his abdomen. "Protects the vital organs," he answers. "Here?" you ask, as your palm brushes something soft and yielding just under what you think might be his sternum. "Adipose - helps sense vibration," he responds, and so on, until you've worked your way up to his shoulders to his neck. The moment you run your fingers along the vulnerable stretch between the last plate and the line of his jaw he hisses, the subtle rise and fall of his chest hitching for a moment as his own hands twitch toward yours.

You pull away instantly. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"

"No," he says, and his voice is even deeper now, raspy and polyphonic. "No, it didn't hurt."

"Then what--"

Benthic cuts you off. "I told you I can be... responsive."

And that gets through even your thick human skull. "Oh," you say, and can't keep yourself from licking your lips as you repeat the motion, still tentative but slower this time, drawing a long straight line from the top of his sternum plate to the edge of the ridge shielding his mouth. He's silent as you do it, but you can feel a faint tremor through him and the air between you thickens with tension like a spring coiling. Feeling him feeling you affects you too, action and reaction, your heartbeat kicking to life at the juncture of your thighs.

You stop when you reach his mouth; he moves to meet you, taking your hand and pushing it gently away. "You've touched. Will you permit me the same?"

Your response is to try and pull your remaining layers off at the same time as fast as possible, which ends with your arms stuck in the coat sleeves and your head engulfed in the neck of the sweater. It takes a deeply awkward moment of wriggling to get free and Maker, in that instant you can't believe anyone, let alone someone as competent and experienced as Tubes, would want to fuck you. The absurdity of it all strikes you again, painfully, as you finally manage to pull the sweater off only to find your friend regarding you with a serious expression.

"You could have helped," you accuse.

"I thought," Benthic says, solemn as the grave, "it was a mating display."

And that does it, breaks whatever magic spell of nerves and uncertainty he's cast over you. You laugh so hard you have to bend double and put your hands on your knees, not trusting yourself to stay upright. Tubes is laughing too, not at your expense so much as your reaction, the creaking-door sound soft without the modulator to carry it. When you can finally breathe you take off the rest of your clothes, still laughing, and lay down on the nest of warm coats he's made for you. You're smiling as he kneels between your legs, putting one hand gently on your waist and running the other lightly from the seam of your lips all the way down to where soft hair covers your pubic mound, like someone soothing an animal.

It feels divine, warm and textured and safe, the sand yielding under you. "More," you say, and you're startled by the change in your own voice now, lush and imperious. He indulges you, petting you again, then again, and you're just about to close your eyes and sink into this undemanding touch when Benthic changes course, dragging his fingers down your neck, your collarbones, and over the swell of your breast. You hum as those long, facile fingers find your nipple, circling tentatively.

"Good?" he asks.

"Good," you answer, your breath catching.

He lets go, then palms the weight of your breast in his hand, squeezing lightly, watching your reaction closely. "Good?"

"Good," you say, as your head falls back to rest against the pile of fabric under you.

His other hand joins in on the other side, hefting and pulling, half-experiment and half-massage. Then he stops, and you yelp at the mingled sting and pleasure as he pinches your nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Too much?"

"No, good," you say hoarsely, and moan as he does it again. You're going to have to remember to speak up. You don't know much about sex with aliens but you know enough to know that verbal consent is imperative since cues like involuntary noise are unreliable across species. You'd pulled your underwear off along with everything else and you can feel yourself starting to get wet, as much from his focused attention as from the sensation itself.

His exploration continues, stroking along the underside of your breasts, sliding along your ribs - good thing you aren't ticklish - and pausing to dip into your navel, which feels... not bad, but surprisingly intimate. But then you suppose his kind don't have breasts or navels if reproduction is all done through eggs, and your body must be as mysterious - and you hope enticing - to him as his is to you.

Benthic's hands drop a little lower and then come to rest, long-jointed fingers splayed from the crease between your ass and thighs all the way to the swell of your hipbones. You want him to keep going, want to whine and part your legs wider to shamelessly ask for more, but you don't really know what to expect next. Tubes must sense your confusion, because he decides for you.

"Do you usually orgasm with a partner?" he asks in Basic. It's a clever inquiry to make with a new lover; reconnaissance to calibrate expectations, like scouting the terrain before a mission. It also drives home something else: this is, by far, the most questions you've ever been asked during sex. Maybe that's why some humans like fucking aliens so much - no preconceived notions of pleasure and capacity, every new species a fresh slate.

"Sometimes," you answer, avoiding his gaze. "Um... skillsets have been... varied. Not everyone can make me come." That last in Basic too. You're learning that when it comes to sex, your Tognath vocabulary is sorely lacking.

Benthic cocks his head. "Come?" The word is fuzzy and loose. He doesn't know it.

"Orgasm," you clarify. "Slang for orgasm."

"Come," he parrots, enlightened. "We would say-" and he rounds his mouth around a word in Tognath, ending with a round, liquid-sounding vowel that's pleasing to the ear.

You repeat it back to him once, then once more after he corrects you. "Very good. I should warn you– that is a private word, used only between mates. If you meet another Tognath, I would not give away that you know it unless you are in a similar situation."

You snort. "Tubes, you and Edrio are the only Tognaths I know. I'm not about to go on a sex spree."

"You couldn't even if you wanted to, there aren't enough of us left. Anyway," he adds, brutally practical, "you haven't even had sex with me yet." He must have noticed how you responded when he was close to you before, because he curls over you, obscuring the night sky, and puts his mouth right against the curve of your ear. "I would like to help you come," he says in Tognath. "And then I would like to feel what you are like inside and make you come again, if you can."

If you can, not if he can, some part of you notes, the bit that isn't fading to sex-drunk stupidity. He's infuriatingly sure of himself. Any other time you'd come back with something sarcastic but the feeling of his fingers digging into the curve of your ass is like someone just popped a bottle of fizz at the base of your skull.

"Yes," is all you can manage back. "Yes, please." You shouldn't be so willing to beg yet, he's barely even touched you, but kriff, it's been so long since anyone but yourself has made you come. You'd almost forgotten what it's like to want someone who wants you back, the push-and-pull of mutual desire blotting out everything else.

"Please," Bethic repeats, sounding pleased himself at your response, and lets go of your hips to nudge your legs further apart. He looks down at you for a long minute while you fight the urge to squirm, out of practice with such direct scrutiny of your sex. You're sure he can see the deepening flush of your folds and the slick heat that's your body’s hopeful response to the promise of penetration.

Then he makes a clicking noise - the Tognath equivalent of clearing his throat. "I am not completely inexperienced when it comes to humans. But it might be helpful to see what you like."

And suddenly the awkwardness returns, creeping back in like a thief - although this time it's nothing to do with him and everything to do with you. You've just been asked to put on a show.

It's a sensible thing to request, given your differing anatomies, but something about it tugs at the same stage fright you used to have at academy. None of your previous lovers had ever even hinted at something like this. None of your previous lovers were aliens either, you reason, but the thought doesn't help.

"Uhhh..." you say, since you don't know what else to do, and then wince internally. Real sexy, genius.

Benthic, being Benthic, reads your reluctance immediately and returns to the same unthreatening petting motion as before, gentling his warmth over your skin. "Not if you don't want to. There are other ways to learn."

For some reason, the generosity of his reassurance annoys you. He's being so lovely and it occurs to you in a burst of irritation that you are being managed, almost like he managed you when you were new to camp and jumped at every shadow. It makes you profoundly grateful that he's being so careful not to hurt you, and irrationally angry that he thinks he could. Which is ridiculous, of course he could hurt you, he's a third of a meter taller than you and basically made of durasteel and might have needle spikes on his dick for all you know.

But he doesn't have to act like it.

You react the way you always have to Tubes proposing something logical when your blood is up: stubbornly. "I want to," you say and it comes out like a challenge. I want to, are you going to let me?

The Tognath doesn't have eyebrows to raise, but you suspect his expression is skeptical and that makes you even more determined. If he wants to run the game like he owns the board, he's going to learn you don't play fair.

"I want to," you say again, and sit up so you're sure he can hear you for the next part. "I want you to watch me while I make myself come." This time you use Tognath, the liquid word he said was private and only for use between mates, and then, just to drive the point home, you reach up and lick a hot, wet trail from the center of his chest plate to a spot just under the metal bands encircling his ear.

The noise he makes is incredible; you're so close you can feel the rumbling, purring vibration start somewhere in his chest, making his plates shiver against one another before it comes out as a drawn-out groan. Hearing it fills you with something headier than spice, the missing piece slotting neatly into place as you give an involuntary shudder and your cunt seizes hard around nothing. You want to hear that sound again. You want to hear it a lot. No, you don't just want to hear it - you want to be the reason he's making it.

You don't bother to explain as you move into position. If he doesn't know, he'll find out. But Benthic says nothing as you turn around to kneel on all fours. He's silent as you dig your kneecaps into the coats and rock a little, making a divot to help you keep your balance. He's silent as you shove your own fingers in your mouth with a noisy suck, showing off while slicking them up. He's silent right up until you reach down and part your folds and provocatively slide the very tip of a finger into yourself. Then he makes the noise again, and this time it's even deeper.

When you pull your finger back out, fluttering around your entrance before reaching up to firmly circle your clit, making your hips buck and your breathing stutter, he unleashes a slew of Tognath. You know only a few of the words - all of them rude - but they sound enthusiastic. It's easier like this, forcing him to observe from behind, the last of the spice in your bloodstream making you bold. You don't have to watch him watch you and you know he has an excellent view with your ass in the air and your pussy on display. It makes you feel gloriously obscene.

"Good?" you ask.

"Good," he says, guttural and broken, and that's even better than your fingers.

You have to work for your first orgasm and you swear the rolling clench of your cunt when it finally happens feels rusty and out of practice. With his eyes on you it's gratifying anyway, even if it's not enough to quench the fire building in your cunt and crawling up your skin. You can feel Tubes shifting restlessly, gripping your thighs like they're the only thing keeping him in place.

When the short, sharp waves of your climax have stopped, you peel one of his hands off your skin and place it over your swollen mound. "You wanted to learn, so learn," you say, and use his cooperative fingers to map the places that pleasure you most.

The heat rolling off him is as just mind-numbing between your legs as you'd imagined. When he finally opens you up with one long, clever finger, pushing inside only to the first knuckle as he tests what might be too fast, too much, he groans again, and this time you let out a few rude words of your own. You’d swear you can feel the vibration reverberate through his curious bone structure all the way into your clit.

"You're so sensitive," he rasps, and that calm self-assurance has been replaced by something hot and urgent.

"Kriff," you say eloquently back, as he pushes a little further. "Holy fuck." His fingers are thicker than yours, and the texture is nothing like human skin. They're firm and ridged on the pad, rough and scaled over the knuckles. It might be too much if you weren't practically dripping, the sensation rendered safe by how willing your body is to receive him, but right now it's wonderful. If this is just his hands, what does the rest of him feel like?

There’s a shock of cold air against your pussy as he slides away, taking his warmth with him. "I want to taste you," Benthic says. "I want to make you come--" he uses the mate word, as you did, "-- on my tongue."

Better hanged for a thousand credits than a hundred, you think. You can handle that; you just won’t look down while it’s happening. "Fine. I mean, yes."

That's all you have to say; Benthic flips you around as easily as if you weigh no more than his rifle, tugging on your hips to move you closer as his broad shoulders part your thighs. You try not to think about what's about to happen but you can't help it, imagining your most vulnerable parts being pulled toward the unsettlingly mechanical arrangement of his mouth. You trust Tubes, you really do, but that glimpse of his mouth was just so... alien, opening and closing like a lithe black hole. What if -

"Wait," you blurt, as you feel the first brush of him against your legs. Trepidation slithers up your spine to whisper a very stupid question into your soft mammal brain. "You don't– like… eat your mates or anything after, right?"

That same mammal brain shrieks in alarm at the strange rattling sensation he produces in response. It takes you a panicked moment to realize what you're feeling is Benthic laughing, the thin and flexible plates that surround his mouth knocking against the skin of your inner thigh. "No. Besides, most mate-consumption is done by females anyway. I should be the one worrying."

"Don't," you say, intending to be flippant. "I don't eat Tognaths.” Except it comes out more like, "I don't eat Tognaaa--" because those same lips have just closed over you. All of you. He must be able to open his jaw a lot farther than a human because your whole sex, from the top of your pubic bone to the sensitive flesh just above your asshole is enveloped in plush heat. It feels incredible, a sharp contrast with the punishing chill, and your sentence ends in something between a surprised yelp and a moan.

Another rattle, this one a rumble of satisfaction. You know because you've heard it before: through your headset after you've hit a particularly difficult target with your U-wing's laser cannon - a shot your squadron leader said you couldn't make. Before this you've always interpreted it as pleased, but now you realize it’s not just pleased, it’s possessive. You’re not sure your pussy can get any wetter, but the knowledge that Tubes would feel that way about you, like you’re his - has felt that way for a while and you’ve just been too dumb to notice - makes your brain melt too.

"Good?" Benthic asks, his voice even more muffled. You have no idea how he's talking with his mouth this far open.

"Good," you confirm. "Don't stop."

He doesn't. Something smooth and slippery and even hotter than the temperature of his mouth glides gently through your folds and slides up to investigate your clit, petting and tapping. You squirm, unable to hold still at the inconsistent stimulation. Whatever's touching you seems a lot like a tongue but more muscular and certainly more capable than the human variety. It's clearly attached to a fast learner too, because after a minute or two of exploration, Benthic starts to hone in on what makes your hips jerk the most, circling and pressing in the same pattern that you'd used to get yourself off during your little demonstration. The pressure combined with the overwhelming heat is so fucking perfect you start to lose yourself, chasing friction by bucking up into the sensation. There’s a tight, explosive feeling building somewhere in your core as your stomach tightens, your breath turning into pants, little ah-ah-ahs of pleasure driven out of you with every stroke of his tongue.

You’re building quickly towards a very satisfying climax, which leaves you totally unprepared when something else joins the party - this time pressing into you. You yelp again as you almost levitate off the coats in surprise, your hands scrabbling instinctively towards the head between your legs. Tubes has two tongues?

He’s laughing again, the bastard, and this time you can definitely feel it all the way through you as the second tongue flutters against your lips. He’s teasing you, flicking against your entrance and barely dipping inside while further up, the steady rhythm across your clit never falters. It’s torture, delicious torture on every sensitive part of you at once, especially after having come so close before, and you abruptly find you don't care if Tognaths do eat their partners afterward. You just want whatever's happening to keep happening.

"Fuck that's— fuck," you gasp, remembering this time to give your approval without being asked. "More.”

The tongue against your cunt pauses for a moment as Tubes encourages your knees to part even farther, making more space for him to maneuver. You realize belatedly that you’ve been so focused on your own experience that you haven’t checked in. It’s only fair that you ask if this is working for him. And, a selfish little voice that comes straight from your sex whispers, maybe you’ll get to hear him sound horny again.

As turned on as you are, you still don’t quite have the courage to look down. “Good?” you say to the empty air above you instead, and then choke as the only response is a growl so deep it vibrates right through the joints of your hips and the cup of your pelvis to rattle your womb. His grip on you changes, the hands on your knees sliding up to grab your ass, lifting until you’re half off the ground and tilted at an angle that allows the tongue that’s been tentatively lapping at your entrance fuck you for real. The first thrust would have had your spine convulsing off the sand if you weren’t already in place, a hot firm slide into you that’s overwhelming after so long on the brink of being fucked. It probes against your inner walls, questing in a way that feels like a question.

You think you know what he’s after. "A little further up," you tell him, and then, "Kriff." The thing inside you has redistributed itself somehow, swelling and hardening once it finds its goal: the textured, sensitive spot inside you that feels like too much and not enough all at once. It pulses against you at the same time as the pressure on your clit increases and oh, fuck, oh, oh…

If you had to work for your first climax, your second works you - what seems like every muscle in your body seizing at once as you come with a soft wail somewhere between a gasp and a sob. It’s so strong it takes you by surprise, flooding from the top of your head to the tips of your toes as your cunt seizes around the tongue inside you, clenching and releasing in time with the frantic beat of your heart. Tubes must be able to feel what’s happening but he doesn’t slow, working you through your peak with steady, unyielding patience. You only stop him, batting at his head with one clumsy hand, once the stimulation on your swollen clit threatens to move from pleasure to near-pain.

“Good?” he asks again, as he eases out. You can feel how fucking soaked you are in the aftermath, your own arousal combined with whatever serves Tognaths for saliva.

“Good,” you answer, tugging lightly on his shoulders. “Really good. Come here.”

There’s a disconcerting click and a rasp as Benthic raises up to hover over you: the hinge of his jaw, you think hazily, slotting into place, his plates moving back into their protective position. By the time you can see his face it’s the same as before: sharp chin, high flat cheekbones and the odd blast-door arrangement of mouth and lips. You find it interesting rather horrifying this time, and that alone would be enough to tell you that your orgasm was a good one even if the thick, sated feeling in your blood wasn’t.

You reach up to trail a finger lazily along the line of his cheek, skipping unsteadily as you drop to his collarbones, then sternum, then lower, trailing down. You might have just come harder than you have in years, but you still want. You want to find out what will break that uncompromising courtesy, even the playing field by making him as desperate as he’d made you.

When your wandering touch glides over the plate covering his abdomen, Benthic reacts like you’ve scorched him, jerking away as he grabs your wrist in a grip that isn’t painful but conveys every fiber of his wiry strength. You make a spoiled, childish sound before you can stop yourself, disappointed at being denied further contact.

The hand around your wrist remains. “What are you doing?” Benthic asks, and his tone is flat rather than playful.

You whine, fighting his grasp. “Touching you. Is that okay? Is something wrong?”

“You want…” He trails off for a moment, unsure. “Did I not… did I not satisfy you?”

“What?” Your mouth drops open. “Hells yes, you did. What about you - do you not want…?”

“That’s not necessary.” Benthic lets your wrist go with an air of finality, straightening up. You can tell from the set of his shoulders that he’s about to stand, ending whatever this is between you, and you’re surprised at how much it stings. Guess he decided he doesn’t like human women after all. You’re so focused on bracing for the impact of rejection that you almost miss what he says next: “You don’t need to make yourself uncomfortable. Not for me.”

Ah. A slow, triumphant smile creeps across your face as the implications of that particular piece of nonsense register. That’s what this is about. For all his cool self-assurance, Benthic thinks you don’t want - is somehow under the mistaken impression that - he’s being stupid.

“Tubes, stop. Look at me,” you command, putting all the iron in your voice you can. He pauses above you, which gives you time to snag his hand in yours. You wind your fingers through his long ones and reach down. “I’m not uncomfortable,” you say in Basic, not looking away from his face. “I like touching you.” You place your twined fingers over your pussy, the same way you did earlier - only this time you can see his reaction, see the sharp intake of breath as he feels how wet you are, how open. You give him a soft sound of encouragement. “You seem to care a lot about what I want, and I appreciate that,” you continue, as you work his fingers inside the inviting velvet of your cunt. “And what I want is for you to fuck me with your cock– or whatever – until neither of us can walk tomorrow.”

For a minute you think maybe he doesn’t understand, the idiom too colloquial to register. Then Benthic makes a new noise: a low, echoing snarl that no longer sounds even remotely human. It’s thrilling and terrifying and comes out of his throat as pure bass, so reverberant that it jostles the plates of his exoskeleton against each other with a sharp clack as he closes the distance between you. He’s everywhere, against and above you, crowding his impressive size into your space in a way that both reveals how much he’s been holding back and makes you dizzy with desire. The shift in stance jams his fingers further into you and you stifle a sound of your own, the coarse treatment so unlike his previous careful handling. Your arousal sparks to life again, a first step in the inevitable chain reaction of your climax.

He’s pressed so close that you can feel his other hand unbuckling his belt and shoving at the waistband of his trousers. You suppose you shouldn't be surprised: between the legs seems to be the most common place for bipeds keep their genitalia. You’re still spread out on the coats without a clear view of what, exactly, is about to happen but you have no doubt that whatever it is, Tubes will ensure your enjoyment at least as much as his own.

Your suspicion is borne out as the fingers inside you withdraw. Something stiff and ridged and hot nudges through your soaking folds and barely breaches you, sliding just inside your cunt and settling there. “Good?” comes the inevitable question, only this time he pairs it with a nearly imperceptible rock of his hips. Even that small adjustment makes you hiss, the motion catching against the sensitive rim of your entrance. Whatever Tognath anatomy is, it’s thick - pleasantly rather than painfully so - and has a strong upward curve that bumps against your inner walls.

“Good,” you say. An unwise but irresistible idea has taken hold and, not waiting for your cue, you dig your hands into the coats underneath you and use the leverage to shove yourself as far down on what you think is his cock as you can.

It’s a stupid gamble without being able to see the rest of what you’re pushing into your eager pussy, but it’s far from the riskiest thing you’ve ever done and you refuse to give Tubes a chance to collect himself in case he starts refereeing again. Fortunately for your delicate bits, the size and shape of him is amenable. You feel his cock bottom out after only a few more inches; it’s thickest toward the tip but the upward curve is so strong you feel stuffed full anyway. The sensation is unique but not too intense, pleasing but not overwhelming.

Until he moves.

The first real thrust slams the tip of him against the sensitive spot behind your clit like a meteor impact. The onslaught is so powerful you sink your teeth into your lower lip to keep from shrieking. You’re still raw with the strength of your last orgasm, every bit of you hyper aware of even the smallest touch, and his sudden invasion rides the edge of overstimulation, lighting up your nerve endings like fireworks. You can’t bring yourself to regret it, though, not with the sounds he’s making, his Tognath slurred almost beyond recognition as he tells you how much he likes feeling you like this, so wet you’re running down his length. The rough fabric of his trousers is rubbing the inside of your thighs and his hands are back on your ass, holding you exactly where he wants you.

Benthic sets a punishing pace, not slowing even when you thrash beneath him, open-mouthed pants turning into mewls of happy agony as he gives you no quarter from the relentless stimulation of his distinct anatomy. The high-handed, generous lover of a few minutes ago has vanished and if you weren’t so wrapped in the euphoric high of breathtakingly good sex, you’d be a little ashamed of how triumphant you feel. Motherfucker’s not asking you questions now - he’s too caught up in chasing the sensation of your cunt clutching him tighter with each punch of his hips.

You’re halfway to another orgasm from the internal stimulation alone when the heavy rhythm of Benthic’s strokes stutters, breaking apart to crash into your slick heat once– twice– three times. His cock swells, becoming impossibly harder as you feel all the long muscle in his body convulse, drawing tight like a pressed trigger. Something is happening, from the noises he’s making; and it sounds a hell of a lot to your untrained ears like the desperate, satisfied groans of a man who’s come so hard he can’t form words.

You’re just about to cheat a hand down between your legs for your own raucous finale when the firm, hot thing inside you shifts again. Instead of the pulsing feeling of ejaculation, something complicated and entirely unexpected happens. You can feel the protrusion that he's been using to pleasure you both split, lengthening as each segment unfurls like a flower. One hooks back on itself to bump against your entrance from the inside, another drifts upward to curl gently against your cervix, a third presses and presses and presses into your g-spot. You try not to move, afraid that you'll hurt whatever fragile process just unfolded inside you, but you can’t help the noises that are coming out of your mouth, high-pitched and frantic.

"Kriff," says Benthic in Basic from above you. His chestplates are rising and falling rapidly, which you hope is a sign that whatever's going on feels half as good to him as it does to you. "Sorry." He sounds uncertain, even awkward. "I... I'm not able to– remove myself." It's a formal turn of phrase where anyone else would have said pull out. Maybe he doesn't know the expression. He adjusts his hips against you and you moan again. You feel unbelievably stretched, every part of you stimulated simultaneously except your clit, which is whining for attention between your thighs. "I will need to stay like this for a little while. If you don't mind."

Your first thought is that the spice must have been stronger than you thought if he thinks you mind this. Your second is a reminder to yourself: words. You have to use words. He can't read your body automatically like another human could, doesn't know that your galloping heartbeat and throbbing cunt mean you're on the edge of another climax already. "Don't mind," you choke, between sounds that are rapidly becoming sobs of pleasure. "Fucking amazing– I’m close. Same– same spot." He doesn't move. He might not know what you mean, and you're not sure at this point you can explain. "Tubes– before, your tongue– on the outside– the same spot. Please." That last please is in Tognath and seems to get through, which, thank the Maker, because you might actually die if he doesn't touch you there again.

Benthic grunts and reaches down to slide a warm hand between you. Your eyes fall shut with the first press of his fingers against your clit, stars exploding across the backs of your eyelids as he finds the same pattern that worked before, drawing sharp circles over the sensitive spot. You can feel that there's a new texture rubbing inside your cunt now too, rough and catching and so good that it's driving you out of your mind. Something is building within you, something more than the normal tension, the flickering touch on your clit and the constant pressure of whatever is happening inside you combining to spark a blaze that isn't contained to just your sex anymore but roaring through your whole being, consuming each nerve ending in a flash of intensity as it goes. You're so close to something important, something vital to your continued existence, but it's not quite enough–

"More," you gasp in Basic, and this time Benthic understands just fine, increasing the pace as he slips his ridged fingertips against you over and over. He has to lean back a little to make space, which has the unintended effect of driving the multi-segmented thing inside you against your inner walls. One of the protrusions drags against your g-spot at the same time he hits a perfect rhythm on your clit, making you clench so hard he curses. You're so full and you can feel every bit of where he’s touching you, inside and out, and it’s finally all too much, too much, and you can't do anything but let it take you, white-hot oblivion searing across your vision. The strength of your orgasm pulls your hips off the ground as you clamp down around his alien cock in a warm, wet rush, soaking the Tognath and yourself and the cloak underneath you as your scream echoes off the canyon walls up into the freezing sky.

You don't think you black out but you're not sure what happens next either. By the time you're aware of yourself again, Benthic is still inside you but the sensation is different somehow, softer and more accommodating in a way that it wasn't before. He's also leaning over you in the posture you know means worried, touching your cheek gently with one ridged palm. "Are you all right?" You get the feeling this isn't the first time he's asked you and you were too far gone to notice. "Do you need a medic?"

Of course. Of course he doesn't know what he just did to you. "No," you manage to get out. "No medic. I'm fine." You're better than fine, you're one hundred percent awesome, and also maybe your bones have liquified and you'll never be able to stand again, not that you care. Something incredible is happening in your shoulders and back, kinks and knots you'd thought were permanent unlocking as your body makes room for a crazy new idea called relaxed. Even with damp thighs and the wet fabric of the cloak seeping cold into your tailbone, you feel better than you have in ages, like you've just gotten a massage and a good meal and a thousand credits all at once. Hot damn, maybe the xenophiles had the right idea after all.

"Then you might want to tell them that too," the Tognath says drily in your ear, and your head whips around to follow the sound of rapidly approaching boots on sand. Your comrades, coming to investigate the commotion. They're not around the corner of rock shielding you from view-- yet. "Soon," Tubes adds, and you realize that he can't shout: not with his modulator off; not in the thin air of this planet that's so perfect for you and toxic for him.

Modesty might be in short supply among your partisans but that doesn't mean you want an audience while parts of Tubes are still inside you either. "Sorry!" you yell in the general direction of camp. "That was me! I'm okay!" The last part comes out more strangled than you meant it to, because Benthic shifts again, settling back on his heels as he wraps his arms around your thighs to drag you with him. Your cunt gives a pleased, exhausted flutter at the feeling of you moving together, his - whatever it is - still buried inside you.

There's laughter from around the bend. You clearly did a piss-poor job of hiding what's going on, the panicked note in your voice enough to give you away even if the scream hadn't been. You can't bring yourself to care. "About time you two got some!" you hear someone shout back, but the footsteps are headed the other way now, back to their sentry vantage points, and at least some modicum of your privacy is still intact. The teasing will be relentless in the command room tomorrow, but less detailed than it might have been if your comrades had gotten an eyeful.

Benthic, on the other hand, is focused only on you. "Truly, are you all right?" he repeats, and while his voice might not carry far you can't mistake the concern in it.

"Better than all right," you say. You can't help grinning stupidly up at him. You're back to Tognath because you want to make sure he understands you. It's suddenly very important that he knows how wonderful he made you feel. "That was... you weren't lying. You are good at it."

There's a hint of a preen in the way he straightens up, but his tone is all business when he says, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. If I can ask... this?" And he raises two fingers now shiny with the slick that gushed out of you.

"Oh," you say, but you're not embarrassed. You should tell him, he's more than earned it. "At the end... you know, coming again?" You're fairly certain you pronounced that right. "That only happens when I'm really enjoying it. When someone is very skillful and very--" You don't know the word for compatible. "Paired? The best pair for sex. It means you made me feel very, very good."

He drops his hand and taps the same fingers lightly on your stomach, considering. Then: "Better than anyone else?"

You have to laugh, because it's such a Tubes question. Always ambitious, always considering how to hone his skills, the same in bed as on the battlefield, which you would have known if you'd ever thought about it before tonight. Sometimes the best things are surprises. "Yes," you answer, still smiling. "Better than anyone else."

"Good," he says again, with a tinge of satisfaction this time.

You're curious too. "I have a question of my own. If it's not rude. This?" And you tilt your pelvis just a bit, nudging where he fits snugly inside you, making it obvious what you mean.

A scant second of silence, then his shoulders begin to shake. He's laughing too, although you can't hear it. "The same," he says, and flicks one of your nipples experimentally to watch you twitch, still obviously fascinated by the sensitivity of mammalian breasts. "A good pairing indeed. Very good. I should be able to let you go soon. If you wish."

There's a moment of hesitation before his last sentence, a breath of a pause that you know you're not imagining. An invitation, politely unstated. The implication: what happens next is entirely up to you. It only takes you a second to decide. This is Tubes after all, he knows you thoroughly, every quirk and joke and fear, why shouldn't he get to know your body too, as much as he wants - as much as you want?

"No," you say thoughtfully, reaching for his strange, warm hands and placing them firmly on either side of your hips. "I don't think I do wish. I think I want you to stay."

It won't last, you know it won't. It can't. Either of you could die tomorrow, leaving the other to struggle on alone. There's a war out there in the dark, past your little cocoon of cloak and coat and the heat radiating from Benthic where he's still pressed against you. A galaxy full of hurt, of pain and injustice and the unceasing, unthinking violence of Empire against human and alien alike. But for just a moment it's possible to imagine something else, a world composed of nothing but this: you and your best friend, a human and a Tognath, tangled together in a pool of warmth and laughter with the sound of your trust echoing over the sand.

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masterlist

#andor #rogue one #star wars #benthic two tubes #benthic two tubes x you #reader insert

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web-kindle · 1 year ago

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Ooo I love keeping track of this stuff! Literally been sitting through audios just to make these notes. Here's what I have so far (it's a very long read with references, not including what OP mentioned):

-Huxley, David, Milo, Gavin and Damien all have enough visible muscle to actively mention it

(Huxley to Damien: "Shit, dude. You’re fucking ripped!..." Damien to Huxley: "you look like you could bench press a fucking Volkswagen." - 'Elementals Confess Their Feelings For One Another'; Milo to Sweetheart: "I know you like these muscles, but that’s not they’re for" - 'Sleep Aid From Your Feisty Werewolf Boyfriend'; David to Angel: "Feel your man’s muscles flexing and swelling under your fingertips as I do my reps." - 'Getting Hot in the Workout Room with an Alpha Werewolf'; Gavin to Freelancer: "...and these tight muscles... strong arms..." - 'Arrogant Incubus Toys With You')

-David mentions having big hands (David to Angel: "it’s an excuse for me to run these big hands over every inch of your body" - 'Getting Steamy with Your Alpha Wolf Boyfriend Under the Summer Sun')

-David can magically increase the size of his body and muscles by stopping the shifting process partway (His 1st and 3rd BA)

-Huxley is taller than Freelancer (Worried Freelancer would "bounce off" him in 'Sweet Bro Earth Elemental Chills With You' and jokingly says "A shoulder rub? No, that’d be sick, but can you reach that high?" to Freelancer - 'Getting Hot at a Party With Your Himbo Boyfriend') and taller than Damien (Damien most recently mentioning how much bigger Huxley is than him in their HBS 2023 audio)

-Huxley is big enough to carry David (Damien to Huxley about David: " I can’t carry him, you can." - 'Inversion: All Along')

-Huxley also has big hands (Huxley to Freelancer: "Yeah, they're pretty big").

-David is also taller/ than Angel and is big enough for it to be a nickname from the pack (Bailey: "I think the big guy’s getting everybody’s attention." - 'Solstice Party with the Werewolf Pack'; Asher: "The big guy finally texted me back..." - 'Halloween With Your Sweet Werewolf Boyfriend and His Tsundere Alpha').

-David has the biggest Wolf form (Milo: "Like David should be fucking studied or something, it’s just nuts!" - 'Self Conscious Werewolf Boyfriend Confides in You').

-David's wolf form has the same eyes as his human form. Eye type not mentioned (David: "I'm still me. The same eyes. The same mind" - 'Tsundere Werewolf Boyfriend Shifts For You') Could be assumed this is the same for all wolves.

-Milo is not just the smallest wolf form in the pack (Milo: "as far as shifters go, I’m on the low end. But I’m still not even that small..."), but also seemingly the shortest in the pack (jokes on his height height are regularly made e.g. Smash Bros audio, Second Wolf Pack Solstice and also in the Imperium by Christian in 'Caught By A Cruel Werewolf Pack). He describes the pack situation like being "an average guy in a room full of basketball players" so it can be assumed that Milo is average height but I know people like short king Milo so 🤷🏾‍♀️.

-Milo's wolf form is still bigger than an actual wolf ('Self Conscious Werewolf Boyfriend Confides in You')

-Asher now has a scar on his chest after the Inversion ("If that means I’ve got some scars on my chest then hey, that’s just… that’s part of life, right?" - 'Consoling Your Sweet Werewolf Boyfriend')

-Lasko hasn't had a canonical skin colour mentioned but he is at least light enough to visibly blush ("I’m pretty sure my entire body is blushing" - 'Getting Hot in the Office With Your Submissive Professor Boyfriend' and "Of course I'm blushing!" in response to Freelancer in Lasko's 2nd BA)

-Vincent says he has pale skin ('Finding a Flirty Vampire In Your Bed')

-Vampires have silver eyes with red in them (Vincent has “Silver eyes with just the tiniest flecks of crimson” - 'Finding a Flirty Vampire In Your Bed' and Frederick saying his listener's eyes have "silver with those little bits of red" - 'Meeting Your Vampire Maker [Vampire Listener]')

-Vampires eyes go black due to extreme hunger (and when feeding?) (Vincent: "My eyes? I’m sorry. I’m sure they’ve gone black." - 'Flirty Vampire Loses Control')

-Vampires have retractable teeth that can be hidden at will (Imp!Sam does this after tracing Baby: "No need to retract these anymore" - 'Turned By a Devious Vampire' and Vincent says “Usually I only put them out on display when it’s time to feed…” - 'Finding a Flirty Vampire In Your Bed')

-Demons coalesce (are 'born') fully formed (Avior: “We don’t grow like you humans do. We’re never toddlers or children." "With the exception of certain kinds of daemons, we emerge with roughly the mindset of adults." - 'Getting Closer To Your Demon)

-Caelum has horns (not just cause of his thumbnail logo; Gavin to Freelancer : "Like Empathy Daemon Caelum? Talks too fast, little horns, almost too-sweet Caelum?" - Comforted By an Arrogant Incubus)

-Caelum is described as "little guy" by Gavin (Twice in 'Rest Amidst the Elemental and Energetic Games') so it can be assumed that Caelum is short (or at least shorter than Gavin).

-Gavin described himself as having full lips to Damien ('Supporting An Incubus')

*-Gavin has been known to have fangs and a tail in the past when “the situation calls for it”. Unclear whether he uses fakes, whether created from magic or not, or simply shapeshifts the extra traits. (‘Picking Costumes With Your Incubus’)

**-Brachium's first thumbnail has black eyes. He also makes a comment on them to Sunshine (Brachium to Sunshine: “My eyes? Yes. I’m sorry if my appearance frightens you.” – ‘Deathwalker Gives You A Second Chance’) Based on this it can be assumed the black eyes are canon.

-Milo is the most well dressed of the wolf boys. Cares enough about what he wears enough to have multiple shoes (Asher about Milo: "just cause I don’t have a closet dedicated to my shoes like he does..." - 'Figuring Out Wedding Plans With Your Alpha Wolf Fiancé') and to worry about having specific dress socks for an outfit ('Heating Up in the Bedroom With Your Feisty Werewolf Boyfriend')

-Sam wears mostly jeans and plaid/flannel shirts, regularly enough for Darlin to comment (Sam: "What the hell do you have against flannel?" and "So what if I have a dozen of the same pair of jeans?" - 'Heating Up In The Bedroom With Your Vampire Mate').

-Sam also has a happy trail ('Heating Up In The Bedroom With Your Vampire Mate').

-Sam is light skinned enough to be seen blushing from a distance. (Sam to Darlin: "this ain’t anything you haven’t seen. I am not blushing." - 'Getting Hot and Wet in the Pool With Your Vampire Mate')

-David has had a black leather jacket gifted to him by Asher ('Tsundere Werewolf Boyfriend Teaches You How to Cook a Meal'). He's also known to frequently wear it (Milo to Sweetheart: "David’s always wearing one, figured I’d give it a shot." - 'Partying With The Werewolf Pack')

-Asher doesn't mind the idea of wearing a collar so long as it is spiked to look cool ("And it would need to have those spikes on it" - 'Sweet Werewolf Boyfriend Plays Around With You'). He now owns one (David to Asher: "Any particular reason your Ash Ketchum costume includes a spiky collar?" - 'Halloween With Your Sweet Boyfriend and His Tsundere Alpha)

-Geordi in 'Listening In On Your Crushes Thoughts' says "I mean I look good, but I don’t look great, definitely not right now, like it’s not like I dressed up or anything." Do with that what you will.

-Ollie might have a beard (or at least stubble) since what I think is beard scratching can be heard in 'Sleeping Next to Your Boyfriend'. Feel free to disagree on this one.

-Guy also has stubble at times (Guy to Honey: "thumb stroking over my stubble as we lean in close" - 'Holiday Decorating With Your Boyfriend But He's a Chaotic Mess')

-Nick regularly gives himself cat ears using magic ('April Fools: Your New Submissive Boyfriend is a Neko') 🙃

-finally I know that someone made a canon list on some of the boys' particular... assets... (A bit mature)

Some extra things:

- Not 100% on this but it could be possible that d(a)emon character logos with horns mean they have them (we know it's true with Caelum but Vega and Scorpio both have horn logos but aren't verbally said to have them. Also both Camelopardalis, Gavin, Avior and Regulus don't have horn logos and aren't said to have them in audios so who knows 🤷🏾‍♀️)

-Not officially mentioned in an audio either but I personally find it cool when people design Asher to have vitiligo of some kind based on his character logo

-Elliott's first audio thumbnail also has purple eyes and Marcus' has green but it could just be for aesthetics

Sorry for the long post

Because I'm very sane about redacted- here's a compilation of some implied info on how redacted's listener characters (and non-listener characters as well!) look and dress. with sources. Some are probably more obvious than others. Feel free to add more!

- Smartass is implied to be significantly shorter than Aaron [ source: Celebrating your Soft Dom Boyfriend's Promotion- ' The way you tense up just that little bit. [...] And move up onto your tiptoes to get in closer to my kisses-']

- Honey looks very intimidating to Guy back when they were still flirting because they tend to gaze at him very intensely. [Guy's 3rd BA]

- Gavin canonically has tan skin. [Arrogant Incubus Toys with You- 'strong arms...the beads of sweat dripping down this tan skin-']

- Vincent wears boots, presumably as a fashion statement (I imagine them to be those badass goth-ish looking ones) [His 2nd BA where Lovely stole his crown.]

-Gavin finds most male formal wear (e.g suits) to be boring [Supporting an Incubus ft.Damien]

#this took way too long even though I had a list #finding references hurt #but I live for tracking canon characteristics in the redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted canon traits #kindling thoughts #reblog

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diphylleia-grayii · 3 years ago

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Top five Redacted Audios

I’ve been tagged by the sweetest people that made this fandom journey more enjoyable so I’m extra happy @lovelylonerliterature & @batch-of-pengwings ✨

I don’t have anyone to tag ~ introvert gang where are you at~ so feel free to use this as an invite to do one of your own and I’d love to read it

FYI coming up with this list took me a minute, I couldn’t chose for the life out of me

First, Davey ✨: Tsundere boyfriend shifts for you , I’ve said this before but compared to the first time I listened to it ; now I somehow find it more endearing.

It’s like after we got to know David and how he’s just a soft ball; listening to his inner monologue when he thought Angel was scared of him , just to be annoyed a second later for calling him cute and petting him , had me laughing so hard because he gives the “ What is this ? Affection ? Disgusting . Do it again” oh he’s tough and it’s written in the softest cursive . I too would make it my life mission to tease him.

Second would be Asher , this man THIS MAN makes my heart melt . Ash saying “Baaaabe” give me instant serotonin boost

Pillow forts , cuddles and kisses with your sweet werewolf boyfriend , when they say not all men , they just mean Asher ✨ . This whole audio is just wholesome , I listen to it at times when I’m down and my cheeks end up aching from all the smiling . You definitely can’t watch a movie with him , but who needs a movie when there are cuddles and an affectionate puppy around ? Therapy : expensive . This audio : Free anti-anxiety

Milo ? Milo Greer ? , Milo’s accent cleared my skin , cured my depression and made the corps grow .

Your werewolf boyfriend finds you having a panic attack , I was gonna keep this light but I just needed to put this one here . As someone who has anxiety , P.A are shit to handle alone. I didn’t expect much when I clicked on the video, but heaven was it a nice surprise, the way it was handled, the way Milo gave sweetheart space and didn’t cross their boundaries , talked to them through it & just waited until they were ready to come to him , legit made my heart clinch. What I liked the most is how at one point , when his mate was more stable he started talking about lighthearted topics and suggesting things they could easily both do which was so wholesome, it’s just 👌🏼 ~I love a man.~

Next we have , our favorite found family trope

The D.A.M.N group , I couldn’t chose just one so here is all of them Friendsgiving with your Bois

When I tell you this one brings me so much joy. It’s so perfectly made , the banter , the bickering , the laughs and shared moment and so much more all mixed and baked into a beautiful pie and this was it. Not to be that person but I’m opening applications to find my own D.A.M.N group cause when is my turn to be happy 😩/jk. All to say , If home was a sound , it would be this one.

FINALLY, Avior . Oh my beloved Moon 🌙

Imagining the future with your Demon lover

I did not expect Avior to be this romantic, I did not expect him to be this loving, and just so so soft spoken. -Avior would definitely give Vincent a run for his money-This audio is so bittersweet because you can see what was, after experiencing a whole lot of what is , and just imagining the endless possibilities of what could have been or would be, is just painful bliss. I may not talk about Avior much , but he has a special place in my heart . Also this is legit what plays in my mind every time I think of this audio .

#redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted Asher #redacted milo #redacted avior #redacted Huxley #redacted lasko #redacted Gavin #redacted damien

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testingcheats0n · 4 years ago

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Massive Dream SMP Fic Rec!!

Hey- Hi, I just feel like there are a ton of fanfiction that's really underrated in this fandom- so I'm going to dump it on your dash!!! Most of it is going to be Tommy-centric or SBI-centric, but they are very good!

Source: Me

Finished Fanfics:

Multi-chaptered Fanfics:

that's, like, a hundred miles by No_one_you_know

Dream would kill him. Dream was going to kill him- he was going to- no, he wouldn’t. Dream was his friend- friends don’t hit each other- Dream was supposed to take care of him- Dream /was/ taking care of him.

It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. He couldn’t clear his thoughts as he stumbled to the family computer, pulling up a tab on google and frantically typing the name into the search bar.

The words Technoblade Watson stared back at him, the little black bar at the end of the letters blinking slowly, mocking him.

Why, of all people, did it have to be Technoblade?

in short: the one where dream sucks as a parental figure, tommy runs away, and visits his least favorite family member technoblade

Hard-hitting, but has a happy ending, though I recommend reading the prequel (in the same series) first, otherwise, it's lowkey depressing.

MORE RECOMMENDATIONS BELOW THE CUT!!

you’ll rise above (crowned by an overture bold and beyond) by azvremoon

Tommy is not sixteen. He has faced too many open wounds, dripping ichor onto blood-stained warzones, to be just a child. He is Blood and War and needless Death, an all-in-one special of everything that can ruin reality.

(Tommy is the blood god. No one should know, but this server can't stop pushing him over the edge.)

+2 more Works that were Inspired by this one

Tommy is a BAMF and Dream, Technblade, and Phil get fucked it is what it is.

Responsible Forever by SilverWing15

“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.” /////

“So,” Techoblade says, slow and deliberate, his face shows clearly just how unbelievable he finds all of this, “you saw a boy last night, in the middle of the night, living with raccoons and eating our garbage?”

“I know how insane it sounds,” Phil says, “but I know what I saw. We need to help him, who knows how long he’s been out here?”

“Okay,” Wilbur interrupts, “let’s say that raccoon-boy is real. What is it you want us to do? We can’t go searching the woods for specific bunch of raccoons, I don’t know if you’ve noticed Phil but there are a lot of them out there.”

“Going out and hunting him isn’t going to get us anywhere,” Techno says, “we have to let the raccoon-boy come to us. He’s already come once, you know how tenacious raccoons are. If they came to the garbage pit once, they’ll come again. We just have to set a trap.”

“Those raccoons aren’t gonna know what fucking hit them,” Wilbur mutters.

Or: RaccoonInnit taken well beyond its logical conclusion

Tommyinnit is a Raccoon boi that lives with other Raccoons

Protecting the Traumatised Youth by spookyserpent

Sam blinks. “What?”

Even behind the mask, Sam has the distinct impression that Dream is grinning at him. “A week and he was begging for my attention, even after I stole and burnt his armour, even after the beatings. He couldn’t stand me leaving him because I was the only one to show up, to pay him attention. It was hilarious.”

Sam is going to be sick.

Or, Sam decides to ask Dream about his intentions and ends up becoming a big brother to Tommy and Tubbo. All the while, Dream and George fight, Niki and Jack plan child murder and Ranboo is slowly getting adopted into the SBI.

Awesamdad written back when it was possible... ahhh

Chaos In a Bottle by Lovetribable

After a realization, Tommy leaves the pillar, but instead of going to Techno. He just disappears, leaving everyone to think he's gone.

It takes a war to bring him back.

+2 Sequels and an Alternative Ending

Dadinnit!! + A Sympathetic Dream

Absolutely Anything For Them by Numanum

“There’s a lot you don’t understand, Tubbo,” Dream sighs, meeting his eyes cooly. Tubbo, back against a tree, shudders at his tone, at the look on his face.

The sword at his neck skims across his skin as Dream shifts his grip on it, and he flinches back into the rough bark behind him. Dream smiles at his reaction, seeming pleased- like the cat that’s been toying with a mouse that always tries to run no matter how many times it’s caught. And, despite this being his first encounter alone with the man, he thinks that the comparison is fairly accurate; Tubbo has never felt smaller than he does now. There’s supposed to be a buddy system to prevent things like this- he shouldn’t be alone here, stuck in this situation.

Or: Tubbo becomes a traitor to save everyone and has to struggle with his choices

Traitor Tubbo, but it has the happiest ending possible since it follows the rest of the story.

Where Did You Come From, Kit? by KadeAK (zacixn)

Hybrids are an ancient species of humans crossed with animals, blessed with the favour of nature. They used to live in peace on the SMP’s land, but ever since the dawn of humanity’s modern culture, they have become ostracised and hunted by their once-brethren. Now, the once-thriving subspecies of hybrids have been reduced to ashes, the majority of their peoples struggling to survive in a city capital that can't stand their presence.

To the members of L’Manburg, General Wilbur Soot is just another mildly prejudiced human being, stuck with a hybrid fox kit for an adopted child. However, that assumption could not be farther from the truth. As it turns out, there's a reason why he is the man he is today.

This fic is entirely pre-L’Manburg.

Part of a series, very good.

Take It Easy by sweet_magnolias

Five times Techno scared Michael, one time Michael scared him, and the resolution of those fears.

AKA - Techno learns how to be an uncle.

Technoblade's POV, so expect some Tubbo bashing on the margins of all that Michael fluff.

I suppose it’s never my time to die, is it? by Birb_Whale

The first time it happens, he barely remembers. The second time is when he realized. The third... Twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern

“It’s not your time to die yet, Tommy”

Messed up, but not unrealistic. Purely for the Hurt/Comfort lovers.

This Wasn't Planned, But It'll Work Out by Anonymous

Dream isn't sure what to think when he finds a kid on his doorstep, but he can't just leave him there, now can he?

(He doesn't know what he's getting into, or what he's gotten the kid into, either)

Long, and angsty, with a bittersweet ending Imo.

let's play a game by Aria_Cinabun

Tommy was once a slave. That's gone now - shoved in his past with the memories of blood and gore and death. He wants to forget who he was; what he has to do to survive. Of course, the Elementalists will always come back to haunt him. They aren't the ones who killed his mother, but they're close enough. And now he and his brother have been dragged into the mess, as Elementalists with their own, separate covens, to find the Pit - the place where he'd lived and killed and hurt for the first twelve years of his life. His coven can't know. Can't know who he really is, what he can really do. Can't know anything about his past. He doesn't want a coven full of Elementalists who don't trust him; one of whom he's pretty sure despises him. He doesn't want that life. He wants the life of a pickpocket, on the streets, because nobody questions street kids, and nobody comes asking about his past and pushes him to tell his secrets that he holds closest inside. Tubbo tries to tell him to trust people. But trust is how you die.

Good fantasy AU, has SBI, and is thus fluffy.

Turn of the Tide by SilverWing15

Tommy’s fins twitch at the mention of Dream’s ancestors. Dream talks about them a lot, how they made their fortune hunting down mer pods, how they were cruel and greedy. Nothing like Dream is. They’ve both overcome their roots he says.

Tommy is nothing like the wild mer out in the ocean, who spend their lives scraping by just to survive, who kicked him out of the pod when he was a baby because he was too small. He’s also better than the pit mer, who can’t overcome their wild instincts and know nothing but fighting.

He’s different from them, he’s better than them. He’s Dream’s. //// OR: Change is like the tide, when it comes, you can only sink or swim. You would think that a mer would be better at keeping afloat.

Mermaid AU Pooog. Part of a series.

One-Shots:

Snapped by AmberRunnel

“You don’t know what I went through in that prison cell.”

Jack burst out laughing, blinded with rage and the overwhelming urge to hurt Tommy, to give him everything he deserved. “Oh, is the poor child traumatized? You want pity now?” He twisted his blade, and Tommy’s axe was sent clattering to the ground.

“If the prison was so awful, why don’t I send you back there?”

-|-

Jack doesn't handle Tommy's revival well. There's a simple solution, though. Kill Tommy, and Dream revives him right back into that cell. Problem solved, kid dealt with.

It takes a few confrontations for Jack to realize he's an asshole.

It's fucked up, but god does it hurt in a good way.

the sky is coming down blue by salinesolution

An imagining of New Milo's perspective throughout the Skyblock Randomizer adventure. What did he think of the world he found himself in, and how did Wilbur's feelings and actions change things for him? Here's my way of answering those questions.

He made the fish think, funniest shit I've seen.

You told me to be a hero (so let me die like one) by spiromachia

"You told me to die like a hero," the blond interrupted, spinning on his heel to face the others, holding his arms wide open, "So why not fulfil the ending that was always meant to be."

Across the battle field, through the chaos and destruction, a tree burned.

Even the sound of explosions and cries and bloodshed felt distant enough for the world to become silent for a few moments, each individual slowly coming to the same conclusion, each of their bodies tensing.

Tommy's face broke out into a grin as he lowered his head, glowering at the people around him, and Philza's face flashed with recognition.

"Kill me."

Or... In the middle of Doomsday, Tommy decides to ask Technoblade to be the Lycomedes to his Theseus.

Heavy and dark, but at least Dream gets it.

tomorrow night by meridies

Tommy is desperately searching for his missing brother. Techno is the reluctant psychic who unfortunately got dragged along.

or, two people, more alike than different, learn what it is to have a family at their side.

It's cute what can I say :]

maple syrup by itisjosh

"We could run," Tubbo stares at the sun. "We've got everything we've ever wanted right here. We could run."

"Yeah," Tommy agrees, feeling his head swim. "We could."

(or, tommy and tubbo run away together)

Children get away from toxic adults :)

Why’d it have to be so sunny? (The sun shouldn’t shine without you.) by AToZRainToBe

‘A realisation hits Phil in the face like a truck. “Wi- Ghostbur,” Phil says, turning to his grey-scale, translucent, actually-dead son. “You definitely told Tubbo that Tommy’s alive, right?”’

To get away from Dream, Tommy agrees to fake his death, going with the cover story that he jumped from the pillar in Logstedshire. Unfortunately, someone forgot to tell Tubbo.

Misunderstandings are one of my favorite tropes.

sugar and ice by princedemeter for Aenqa

“He is my son,” Philza says. “Mortal or not, I would see him grow strong.”

Technoblade looks down on earth, at the tiny, angry bundle of cloth and pinking, wrinkled skin. This mortal child, he thinks, lungs filled with breath from the king of gods himself, will not grow strong.

It's mostly centered around Technoblade and Wilbur with Phil being a shitty dad. Pog Gods AU.

a matter of time by meridies

Tommy is twelve years old when his wings first appear, and he is twelve years old when Phil tells him, "All it takes is time and patience, Tommy, and soon you'll be flying even better than me."

or, Tommy grows up feeling like a failure, and it takes him a while to figure out where he's happiest.

Tommy is just finding his place in the world. Powers AU.

That Time a Baby Decided to Raise a Baby by Scitrust

Tubbo wasn't good at making excuses, so when Schlatt asked him why he was leaving in the night, he made something up on the spot. That had been months ago.

At least he sort of had an alibi for that, now.

Or, in which Tubbo finds a baby in the woods on his way to see Tommy, and promptly adopts it.

Part of a collection!! Read it all.

spider lily by blue000jay

Wilbur has a body.

The freckle on the base of his left pinky finger (shared with Techno). The scar on his chin from when he was twelve and over ambitious, diving into too-shallow water. The scar on his throat from the final control room, and the puckered skin on his shoulder from the poisoned arrow that killed him next. Various other nicks and things that litter his skin from years of rebellion and living wild, a kid thrown into a vicious world with too little self-preservation.

(Resurrection AU, for when/if Wilbur comes back.)

The author knows how it's like to live with chronic pain, and it shows :(

Hands tied loose by rabiddog

"Let's run away, Tubbo." Tommy breathed; a wide grin split across his face as his hope grew. "Let's get out of here – far away. We can go anywhere, can't we? Let's just go, you and me right here, right now."

Tommy needs to leave. He has to get out of L'Manburg, he has to leave the Dream SMP for his own sanity, and he wants Tubbo to come with him.

But Tubbo has a family now, a better life - something that he can't give up... not even for his best friend.

Unhappy ending :(

The serpent underneath by rabiddog

Tommy and Techno sit at the memory-filled bench and talk. Technoblade reminisces, he talks, he admits his pent-up feelings, he cries. And Tommy? Tommy listens. (That's all he can do.)

“I’m sorry for everything, you know? For all of it. I’m so sorry about... about the first war, about the withers and the fighting, about...” Technoblade's fingers began to curl around Tommy’s blonde locks. “About Wilbur and everything after. I'm so, so sorry.”

:((((((((

Damning choices by rabiddog

Ranboo would have never expected to find himself in a horrifying situation such as that one - quite literally sandwiched between a rock and a hard place, with three lives dangling over his head and the answer on the tip of his tongue.

Tubbo, Michael, Tommy.

It's his choice. He chooses who lives, and who dies. His new family, or his first friend. But Ranboo... Ranboo already knows.

"Ranboo," He hissed out, voice cracking and somewhat staticky, "It's not your fault. It's not. You had no other choice; I know that, okay? I- I know that- I know- I know..."

:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((

Jealousy is a disease by rabiddog

Tommyinnit isn't new to the idea of jealousy. He understands it completely. He understands the way it runs rampage through his body each time he catches even a glimpse of Tubbo and Ranboo's new relationship, he understands that the emotion makes his heart clench uncomfortably from time to time. He sees it, feels it, and yet he doesn't care.

He doesn't care at all.

"You took Tubbo away from me. You took him away. You took my best friend, and now he's- now he's not my best friend anymore, and I-!"

Word of Honour by rabiddog

Tommy could only stand and stare as Technoblade agreed to hand him over to Dream - as his brother traded him off like he was nothing. Like Tommy wasn't important.

Technoblade was a man of honour. He was a man of pride and sticking to his word. He knew that he owed Dream a favour, and no matter what that favour might be, he'd be compliant with it. Nothing would change his mind. (Not even Tommy.)

Almost canon. F.

Sweet Repentance by rabiddog

Perhaps Tommy should have told Phil about his arguably life-threatening injury the minute his father had opened the door. But of course, Tommy being Tommy, did not.

Dying seemed like a nice enough option as long as he was with his family.

Tommy just wanted acceptance, forgiveness, and peace. He wanted to close his eyes for the last time and finally be able to let go.

Tommy dies painfully.

A White Tulip by astervoid

He picked the white tulip from the bottom of the stem, standing up carefully as he held it pinched between his fingers. It would die now, inevitably, but Tommy relented and held the flower to his chest. What a silly, stupid thing to ground him. He almost hated that it made his breaths come easier and his steps feel lighter. Almost.

Tommy & Ranbooo chill on the bench.

lying to the authorities (again) by touchgrass

"Please tell me that my right-hand-man, my soon-to-be vice president, one of the people I trust the most on this godforsaken server, did not lie straight to my face and tell me he was twenty-fucking-years-old.”

Tommy opened his mouth to protest, but then closes it shut at the furious look on Wilbur's face. Oops.

It is the day of the elections and Wilbur Soot could not have chosen a worser time to realize that half his staff is underage.

The ONLY fic with this premise I've seen on Ao3.

Dear Theseus by rabiddog

Tommy had thought that they'd won - thought that they'd finally beaten Dream, and that everything would be okay. As it turns out, however, apparently Dream had called in that favour from Technoblade after all.

“Please,” Tommy whispered after a beat, quivering hands edged upwards to hesitantly press against the tip of the sword striking through his chest. Why, why, why? Why him? Why now?

Tommy almost wins.

A Shifting World by AplusIsRoman

How was Wilbur supposed to know it would end like this?

The smoke hung in the air and soot clung to his skin. His brother - adopted, but older by two minutes - stood back-to-back with him. The chilling cries of people and the calls of the withers rang through the air above the chasm that was once his home.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

How could he have known this would happen?

Sequel to A Child's World

Age-swap AU. Has a prequel.

heart of the sea by RyDyKG

Here is the secret that he barely thinks about, a secret that he shoves deep and far down in himself:

Wilbur Soot is a siren, and he’s not exactly proud of that fact.

Wilbur-centric. Urban Fantasy AU.

He knows, ok? by Ralli

By some means, Techno has given his raccoon younger brother some cotton candy. It doesn’t end as well as either of them would like.

Very, very cute :)

that's it, it's split (it won't recover) by Jk_Kat

Tommy has always been the fighter.

He has never been the fought for, and he knows it, with every whisper Tubbo directs at Ranboo, with every glance thrown his way- Tommy knows, the way he wishes he didn't, that they think he's dead.

If they're so convinced he's still dead, maybe the one good thing left he can do for them is die.

---

Or, Tommy gets addicted to being dead and thinks that nobody cares about him. The people who very much do try to pull him back from the brink before Dream can't resurrect him anymore.

Messed up, but with a happy ending.

Hugs 'n PTSD by rabiddog

Ranboo knew from the start that the recovery process would be hard - that moving on from quite literally being beat to death would be something hugely difficult to step away from, and that's if Tommy could even manage it at all.

He knew that it would be stressful and arduous, demanding and tough... he just hadn't expected to be holding Tommy through a PTSD-induced panic attack only days after his release from Pandora's Vault.

Ranboo isn't typically an overbearingly protective person. But for Tommy? He just might be.

I love this author if you can't tell.

Big Men don't cry by Shiny22Snivy

The room is small and warm, almost stifling compared to the cool openness of the ravine. It’s cosy and candlelit, and a chest sits open in the corner, full of what looks to be burnt rags of a former smart suit. And sitting in rumpled blankets on a bed, cradling a mug of something steaming, sits Tubbo.

At first, Tommy forgets all about Niki’s vague warning. He’s just so happy to see his best friend again, alive and well and all in one piece. Tubbo’s okay. Tubbo’s okay, and in front of him, and suddenly everything bad in the world is gone, if only for just a moment.

“Tommy?”

And then Tubbo turns to look at him.

Clingyduo fluff.

sins of the father (i broke all my bones that day i found you) by ryter

The thing that hurt Wilbur most was when he saw Fundy tear down the walls of L'Manburg. After all, those walls had gone up to protect his son. But in this world, Fundy trusts his father just a little bit more, and it ruins him.

Or: there's only one way Wilbur never becomes the villain. It's unclear whether this was the better path.

SOME VIOLENCE WARNINGS/BLOOD MENTION. CHARACTER DEATH. SO MUCH ANGST.

Sad, but cathartic.

REVIVED TOMMY HEADCANNONS AHAHAHAHA by racooninnit

i’m dropping ALL the fucking revived tommy headcannons on you guys today get ready for some ANGST

this is different from what i usually post but it was fun

i don’t think there’s a lot i need to put warnings for, obviously there are mentions of the way tommy died and the aftermath of that (i.e. injuries and trauma), but if there’s anything that needs a warning please tell me!

What it says on the tin- not really a fic.

Unfinished Stories:

Ongoing (Less than a month since the last update):

Over the River Styx by CorpseArt

I feel like we should name him.

There’s a scuffle at the back of his mind as he rolls up, curling tight with a shiver despite the heat of the flames licking up his back.

I mean, he’s like – us, but like a worse version clearly because oh man, this is just weirdness. There’s a flare of a tangle of emotions, complicated and fearful, resentful and livid with anger. I can’t believe this is what I’ve been reduced to, stuck in the mind of this- this child.

He’s like your age, Tommy. Are you calling yourself a child?

I mean, I am one so fucking duh. Child murderer.

Or: trauma bonding in the most unconventional of senses.

Just- Read it. Show the writer your support, it's unique, it's amazing and there needs to be more of it.

If history is dead and gone by iregretallmydecisions

“Don’t come any fucking closer,” Tommy shouted, startling Phil into stepping back. Tommy was still looking around wildly, like a trapped animal “Don’t fucking do it.” ---- In which Tommy finds himself faced with his splintered family, while it was still mostly whole. The past is not an easy place to be when the future was not kind. His family is forced to deal with the fall out.

It's better than Rewind, but you didn't hear that from me.

Wilbur Soot's Redemption (OR Ghostbur's Retry) by luckykitty0523

Wilbur had many regrets in his life, being lost in his madness and the urge for revenge drowned leaving a shell of who he once was. It was only in his dying moments that he regained himself but it was already too late for him leaving him drowning in wishes and regrets. However waking up in another different universe where wilbur was never born and family soulmates exist, so when wilbur said he wanted to fix the mistakes he never expected this turn of events.

In one world wilbur dies and he would return as a ghost missing his memory and trying to fix what he did in life but in this one wilbur dies and wakes up in another world where soulmates exist and the wilbur of that world was never born so wilbur/ghostbur takes his place and tries to make up his mistakes to the other version of his friends.

Wilbur adopts SBI + Fundy + Dream.

A Talk Long Overdue by penink

Tommy has his first therapy session with Puffy.

Tommy gets therapy.

Into the Night by Interjection

“Don’t touch me,” Tommy hisses, leaning against the railing. “I will - I will-”

They’re a hundred stories up. Wind lashes against Phil’s face. Next to him, Sam makes choked noise.

“But why?”

Tommy looks up to meet Phil’s eyes, terror struck so deep in those pale blue irises Phil thinks they must hold all the world’s fears within them.

“You’ll die,” he whispers. “And then I’ll die. But I’ll come back.”

“And I don’t want to come back.”

Others have the freedom to live. Tommy doesn’t even have the freedom to die.

But maybe they can teach him that living doesn’t have to be so bad.

---

(Superpowers AU where whenever someone touches Tommy, they both die. But Tommy will always come back to life eventually. He just wants it to end - but instead, he’s on the run, terrified of how his power will be exploited if he’s caught.

A few people reluctantly team up to save him.)

Funky SBI dynamics + a Sam that cares. Also a lot of angst.

#dream smp #dream smp fic rec #fic rec #sbi #wilbur soot #tommyinnit

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starlitangels · 3 years ago

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Okay! Inversion Arc Reactions Under the Cut!

Warning: Spoilers for the Inversion arc. Much More Mild Secondary Warning: This post is really freaking long

(I wrote all of these as the episodes came out, so you’ll see me adding onto previous statements later down the line probably as more information came to light)

The River Runs Both Ways Tonight

First of all: I was right about Gavin being safe from the shades feeding on him since he doesn’t have human life force.

Though, whatever the heck else was wrong with him I don’t know yet. I get the feeling something else is preying on him (that deep voice that spoke to Brachium? Possibly the entity of Death? The thing that the Deathwalkers were wardens of?) because demons are powerful

Also the magic speed thing was an interesting development for demons

The fact that he wanted to stay behind inside the ward as the only demon in attendance to help innocent people really speaks to his character development (I imagine the Gavin that Freelancer met in the 7/11 would still stay behind to help, but would be a lot more sarcastic about it)

Freelancer slipping back into the ward before it closed to stay with him is Very Stupid but very sweet.

Next segment: it makes a lot of sense for shifters to be pretty good at telepathy—and honestly I was wondering for a while if they were, or if they could somehow understand each other’s wolf noises when they shifted—so I like that development

Ash’s loyalty to David is so absolute. David was so concerned about Asher (even if it was just expressed by how quietly he “spoke” to Ash) joining him and Asher is so determined. I love these boys

David is doing his best, trying to get people out to the training grounds and Ash is trying to make David feel better with humor

Next: Lasko barely knows Milo and still went looking for him seeking comfort—and Milo being Milo has a bit of an attitude but is still trying to be nice to Lasko and it’s very comforting

Also, I totally called that Lasko was safe outside the ward. Which is good because he would not have handled being inside particularly well

And the fact that Milo is running for the control room and Lasko goes with is kinda cute (but also I’m sure Lasko doesn’t know where else to go and is clinging to the one tiny bit of familiarity he has like following your mom around at a family reunion)

Next: Okay, I was wrong about Lovely sticking close to Damien and Hux (dang it)

But I was right about powerful magical people trying to fight off the shades (not that that’s surprising—that’s a logical leap to make)

Damien is incredibly powerful and aware of it, and his feeling of uselessness is evident in his voice breaking as he asks what’s the point if he can’t do anything

Also Huxley is always the best, being quietly supportive and encouraging Damien to hang in there. And so sweet. Like, he talked to Lovely for all of a minute before the closing ceremony and he’s still hoping they’re okay

Have I mentioned I love Huxley because I f*&^ing love Huxley

He also is ridiculously powerful and his protectiveness is great, but he sounded so scared when he commented on how if he hadn’t gotten the wall up in time and Damien finished the sentence (Erik I swear if you hurt Huxley I am going to riot)

I wonder if that electricity we heard in that corridor was Lovely (more likely, though, it was one of the other Electros who medaled in one of the events)

They were both so scared when they saw the ward was sealed. I wanted to cry

Listen, Damien, David is doing his best to try and keep everyone safe. I’m really hoping it won’t be a death sentence

Next: Vincent really got that impulse adrenaline brain going, doesn’t he?

Honestly? Thank the good heavens for Sam. Vincent would have gotten himself killed very quickly without Sam being there to be level-headed

Don’t get me wrong I wouldn’t expect anything else from Vincent, but by goodness he needed Sam there

Also I think this is the first time I’ve ever heard a vampire growl in this universe (not complaining...)

I’m kinda surprised vampires can pinpoint one person so precisely in a crowd that massive—I dig it though

The way the crowds screams got quieter as Vincent found Lovely was a subtle, very nice touch to the audio experience. I liked it.

Next: Milo’s back! (Honestly this whole segment I was waiting for him to lose it and snap at the commissioner but Milo is still a relatively well-behaved guy.)

Milo Greer!!!! Greer! We have another last name dropped! (Seriously, David, Vincent, and Sam are the only ones with last names that we knew about before and Vincent’s isn’t even the one he was born with!)

Milo being a lil sassy to the commissioner about hopefully not needing his sympathy is a Mood

So the portal wasn’t left open for too terribly long... presuming it hasn’t reopened but I doubt that for the moment.

The commissioner being defensive that there was only one breakout and Milo’s response is a thinly-veiled “don’t give me that $#!+, my mate works for you people and I ain’t stupid” continues to prove why Milo is a Sass King™

Milo campaigning for human reinforcements is definitely a callback to the fact that he and Sweetheart fought just one shade before and he knows it can be done—and the commissioner is kind of a dumb@$$

Commissioner, I doubt that this shade infestation has anything to do with those breakouts. They’re probably the product of a smaller story arc for another time (except Erik delights in spiting me so that remains to be seen)

Milo’s voice getting soft at David’s jacket—Erik I swear if you kill Davey without letting Angel say goodbye I’m going to f*&^in’ riot

Lasko’s back! And Milo losing his patience about “remember about if you really want me to answer your questions or not” while Lasko’s just being his usual self

Also this interference messing with telepathy, radios, and cell signals is fascinating. I’ve been wondering for a long time how magic didn’t seem to usually mess with technology (lots of other contemporary fantasy stories tend to say magic and tech don’t mesh very well), but apparently if you get enough shades in one place, they do (lol it’s definitely gonna be more complicated than that)

Milo sounds so heartbroken when he said he needs to call everyone’s mates. I wonder if that includes Darlin’—because I imagine Darlin’s gonna flip their lid and come running because they know Sam is in there.

I hope when he calls Sweetheart that Sweetheart comes down to the control room and rips the commissioner a new one about how they fought a shade 1v1 (’cuz the Department still doesn’t know Milo was involved around 3 years later) and that he needs to get his $#!+ together and protect the innocent people inside the ward (Sweetheart seems like they have the personality to do it too)

Lasko’s trying to be nice—but hearing him break when Milo asked if his friends were inside to get their medals made me wanna cry. Then Milo promising they’re gonna get them all out—please let these two be friends after this!

Voices Gone Silent

Okay, maybe I was wrong about why Gavin is hurting but I don’t think I’m wrong about CloseKnit trying to lure dozens of Department demons close to kill them all in one fell swoop

Avior(?) wasn’t lying when he said they could feel the loss of every voice in the Spellsong. I thought that was just a metaphor. I was... very much wrong

Gavin’s emotions were so damn palpable as he broke down—I wanted to give him such a big, comforting hug—and he was so unwilling to leave Freelancer behind but still determined to help even though he was hurting so badly

Next segment: Davey’s loud, authoritative voice confused the heckie outta me, not gonna lie. I didn’t think it was him at first—hell, I didn’t even think it was Erik at first. I went looking through the description for a “Thanks to so-and-so for voicing [X member of the Shaw pack]” but then Ash turns up and I’m like “huh okay”

The wolf fighting noises were pretty cool, ngl—but with all of them shifting back and forth and how they talked about phasing through clothing... is everybody just taking orders from a tall, random, naked David/Ash/etc.??? Because, I’m sorry, but that image in my head kills the whole mood and makes me want to laugh.

I’ve liked hearing the names of all the pack members though—there’s so many of them! No wonder the Shaw pack is the most influential wolf pack in Dahlia—they’re probably the biggest!

“We shifters are apparently the only thing that’s going to slow them down” well... I’m writing these reactions on my second listens to the audios so... yes, but technically no. Gavin sure as hell did somethin’

Shades feed on human life force, so I’m guessing that’s why wolf form throws them off. They’re not... 100% human in that form I guess...

Next: Huxley’s idea to go underground wasn’t a terrible idea but yeah it wouldn’t work

Poor Damien is having a frickin’ panic attack—also micro black holes sound terrifying. Graviton Energetics must be gatdang cosmic forces

They need to find Gavin and Freelancer ASAP.

Next: Yeesh vampire senses are OP. I’m so down for that. Like Vincent practically got Lovely’s coordinates

Sam splitting off to try and do something made me so nervous—not that I’d expect anything else from him

Next, technically: glad Lovely’s trying to fight them off

I just imagine Lovely hearing Vincent calling for them and shrieking his name while pushing people out of the way to get to him

Also in a previous post I said someone would need to make a cloud to help Sam and Vincent not burn up because apparently I’m a dumb@$$ who forgot that this is taking place at 7PM in the winter time when the sun has already gone down. 10/10 i’m a genius

Vincent’s relief is so vivid. I imagine him gathering Lovely to his chest and just holding them there

Yeah... I guess he wouldn’t know a lot about shades if most of his magic knowledge is still mostly vampire stuff

I like that he just barely raises his voice and is like “yeah Sam’ll hear me nbd” and then Sam actually does. Again, vamp senses are O.P.

Sam continuing to be the MVP tho, being smart about all the magic stuff. I’m guessing he was magic-born too so this has been his entire life

Also dozens of people are maintaining that ward? Wow. I would have thought, like, 15 at the most.

Called it that vamps are invulnerable to the shades. That’s decent at least

Though Sam’s grim pronouncement made me feel scared

And he’s being practical protective of Lovely too. Sam’s great, y’all.

Next: Gavin’s “I’ll manage, I have to” made me want to break but his magic appeared to be affecting the shades, even as the waves of it got weak

“What’s happening to me” did make me think that maybe I’m not entirely wrong that something else is affecting him

Honestly I looked away from my screen when Xavier came in and I thought it was Damien and Hux. Then I looked and saw Xavier’s symbol and heard him remind Freelancer his name and felt both relieved yet sad

... Xavier... Xavier died... trying to protect people... and Gavin... (yes I cried actual tears)(I really wanted him to join our friend group and fill in the last spot in the “box set” Kody was talking about)

Oh... Huxley’s gonna be so heartbroken...

Erik, how very dare you make me like Xavier so much and then you just go and F^&*ING kill him off?

And Gavin tried to get the shades off of Xavier in return... before breaking down again... oh nelly

Gavin... what the hell did you do? Your voice got all reverb-y like Vega’s and then there was a flare of white and the episode ended! Please don’t tear yourself apart—I know you want to protect people and demon magic seems to be affecting the shades but if you die, who’s gonna protect your deviant?

More Than A Promise

Gavin, bruh, you made a massive ward. At least you’re not tearing yourself apart but $#!+ dude

Unfortunately, Damien and Hux aren’t inside it. Here’s hoping they’re gonna be okay. I’m so worried about them. The fact that they haven’t even looked for Freelancer and Gavin worries me—like, they know FL and Gav were at the stadium, right? It’s reasonable to assume they guessed Gavin would get FL out, but it didn’t even cross their minds that Gav was the one who made the ward?

Huxley is a lot smarter than I think most people in-universe give him credit for. Getting to the training grounds sounds like a good start...

The fact that we don’t get to hear Gavin say anything to Freelancer during this episode though... trying to determine if it’s concerning. I know this one is focusing on the pack primarily but please don’t let Gavin burn himself out

Next segment: Yasss, Milo! Give it to the idiot commissioner who’s letting people die! Six hours is too long!

I get where the commissioner is coming from, don’t get me wrong. Cutting losses, the situation is technically contained, blah, blah, blah. But just because I understand his view point doesn’t mean I think he’s right. And I don’t think he’s right. The human forces can help more than he thinks—he’s being too reliant on demon teams.

Milo absolutely losing his temper and telling Jet about fighting shades and then snapping at whoever else is in the control room is so f*&^ing good. I love Milo’s character so much. He doesn’t have Davey’s attitude, but he does have an attitude, and I frickin love it.

At least that did seem to get Jet’s rear in gear

Next: Ash sounds so worried—and TBH so am I

"We’ll make it [safe]” Davey you’re so good. I’m hoping your pack is safe

Next: Lasko meeting Angel was not something I ever expected. Shame it’s under these circumstances

Lasko knowing David’s reputation really shows how far Davey’s rep has spread—and Lasko trying not to make Angel uncomfortable is so sweet

But the way his voice broke when he said his family was all inside the ward and that they’re the only people he’s got... I teared up

(I kinda imagine Angel giving him a side-arm hug when he started getting emotional about it)

Next: Milo’s relief at seeing Sweetheart—all the feels. This poor boi is so heckin’ stressed and trying to manage a situation he definitely feels is above his pay grade (probably), he really needed his Sweetheart there.

I just imagine Babe running up to them all wide-eyed and freaked out when Milo spots them

Then Lasko comes over with Angel—and Angel is obviously talking a mile a minute. At least Milo is good at explaining to Angel and Babe magic stuff, but him not having words for shades... mood.

You can hear the guilt in Milo’s voice when he said he tried to catch up to Ash and Davey

And his words of what he and Davey both would have been thinking... Milo’s a good guy

Then obviously Angel and Babe are saying everything he’s already said and he’s so patient with them even with him losing his temper

Giving Angel Davey’s jacket feels so much like foreshadowing that Davey’s gonna die—I am going to f^&*ing riot, and I am not even kidding.

But I’m still stubbornly believing that even if David does die, it won’t be permanent. You’re telling me he wouldn’t hold on in Death’s river until Ash or Angel or someone could resuscitate him? I don’t think so

What’s Milo’s plan? Why’d he take Sweetheart aside to talk about getting the control back? What devious machinations are going on in this boy’s head? I want the details!

But Lasko looking after Babe and Angel for a minute is kinda sweet.

Next: Ash and Davey fighting together, flanking the shade—my brain went to Pack Tactics in DnD, when you fight wolves.

Again, when they shift back, are they just on the edge of the Safe Zone naked? I’m sure it’s something that shifters think about less, because they probably grew up naked around each other as teens and up but still, imagine all the other empowered people just watching these wolves turn into tall naked guys lol

Humor is how I cope with angst don’t @ me

Ash is trying so hard to cheer Davey up even though he’s probably terrified too. My poor, sweet boy.

Ash knowing Milo won’t let anyone have a second of peace was great. They’re family who know each other so well

“We’ll last as long as it takes” is a very heroic line, David, but does hysteric strength apply to magic, too? Can adrenaline make your powers stronger? (If so, fascinating lore)

And Ash just starts laughing—geez this boy knows his pack like he’s a damn telepath. He just knows David’s upset with him even though David is only really displaying his usual attitude. And Davey tried to deny it but Ash just keeps laughing. I love Asher so much. I love them all.

And Davey starting to emotionally break down and release his feelings to Ash... he really trusts people now

“I wish you were safe right now” my FEELS

Asher said the thing! The episode title. And my heart broke a little. David feels so primed to die in this arc. I hope he doesn’t though

Ash straight up saying he’s loved and trusted David his entire life and doesn’t want to know who he’d be without him... some serious Imperium flashbacks but also some of the happy feels that Asher gets to say it out loud #NonToxicMasculinityFTW

David’s voice break just on Asher’s name was what made me start actually crying proper crocodile tears.

They’re hugging. They’re hugging! There is no way to mistake that as anything other than a f*%&ing hug (finally my boys!) oh my gaaash! And Davey finally actually expressing emotions to Ash again and saying he loves him—this is the character development I. Am. HERE. For!

They’re so determined not to go down without a fight, but David trusts Ash so much to send him to the west side. And Ash has so much faith in them both.

One last hug for the road. I am going to die of feels.

Right Here

Gavin! The high-pitched ringing wasn’t necessary but it definitely added atmosphere

Again, glad it was a ward and he’s not ripping himself to shreds, but he still sounds so strained... I just want you to be okay, pretty boy

I headcanon that Freelancer calls Gavin pretty boy, don’t @ me

“I’m sorry I wasn’t enough” Gavin if you keep talking bad about yourself, I will physically fight you (10 points if you get that reference and guess what other fandoms I might be part of lol)

Gavin realizing Hux and Damien might not be in the ward... how strained he gets

The fact that Gavin’s magic tore out of him on instinct to protect Freelancer after feeling how much they hurt seeing Xavier die... Gavin is so human, for being an Incubus—and hearing him cry... he’s come so far from the demon we met in 7/11

Does no one else inside his ward notice or wonder who made this ward and how they’re maintaining it?

“I ground myself in thoughts of you. I won’t fail you” sIR! Who said you were allowed to have character development this incredible? I love Gavin so much, y’all. But can you imagine how much worse his freakout would have been if Caelum was with them too?

And then the shades started attacking the ward and he sounded like he was in so much pain and I wished there was something I could do to help

BTW, this audio editing is top notch, I really gotta give Erik props for that

“Just... stay with me... please” b!+ch did you think there was any way in hell I’d leave? No way!

Next segment: Damien and Huxley tried so hard to protect the group they gathered—and holy crap Huxley’s magic still sounds so incredibly powerful it blows me away every time.

And it was all for naught... they tried so hard and failed—and their devastation was so audible

I know Huxley is one of the most empathetic characters in this entire universe, but I never would have expected him to lose control of his magic in a bout of emotion. He’s usually so calm—and he’s been so calm during the crisis... he deserves to let out that frustration. You can only be strong for others for so long

Also he’s smart, figuring out the shades’ strategies

Next: Vincent, Lovely, and Sam are back! I missed them last episode. And they made their way to safety, sorta. We all know they’re not gonna cower with the survivors. They’re gonna fight.

Sam made it to David first—but I still think Vincent’s a faster runner, he’s just slowed down a bit by carrying Lovely.

Like that Vincent and David got to meet—but when Vincent’s like “This is my partner” I imagined Lovely looked at how frickin’ tall and muscly David is just being like, “Hi” in this tiny little voice (If Sam’s intimidated by Davey, everyone probably is at first, lol)

David immediately trusting Vincent even though they’ve never officially met before. Sure it’s a crisis situation, but he’s just like “ok. whatever you can do, do it.” Love that for Davey.

The underground thing was pretty smart for the south side of the stadium, and the Freelancers making a ward is smart.

Everyone’s running out of energy and the athletes being exhausted is making me nervous

I know for a fact that David doesn’t regret sealing the ward, but he still sounds kinda guilty that people are dying. Of course he’s at the front of every shade attack.

Sam wanting to heal people—this man is so good, but yeah Davey needs him to defend the crowd

Davey: *gives a radio to the two people who absolutely don’t need a radio to hear you trying to get their attention*

I know they’d need it in order to talk back to him but he still reached out to them on the radio

This segment did confirm, though, that at the very least he’s not naked—which is both great and mildly disappointing given the image was helping me cope with the anxiety of this situation

David, if your shirt is soaked in blood, why didn’t you let Sam at least patch you up a little? Maybe he got healed by someone else briefly but, knowing Davey, that’s unlikely

Of course Lovely’s not going underground where it’s safe, Vincent. You think they’re going to leave you and Sam when they’re still ridiculously powerful?

Next: Hello, Nate Wexler. Who exactly are you and do your parents know you’re here? You sound like you’re 14, son

Well duh the ward is getting hard to maintain—how long has it been up, actively being slammed against by shades trying to break out

I know with Damien and Hux, too, there’s no listener character present, but I like to imagine for this segment that Sweetheart is phase-cloaked in the room, aura muted completely, eavesdropping

So... is the ward not see-through to some degree? How come they can’t tell how much of the shades’ force is being applied—like Nate says they don’t know how many shades are pushing against it—can they not see the shades on the other side?

The commissioner is still a dumb@$$—not wanting to reach out to the Chorus—what’s this guy’s deal?

Next: Hux protecting Damien from what I assume is a tidal wave... does Huxley not give off “protective big brother” vibes to anyone else?

Why is Kody’s voice so reverby and boomy? He’s such an irritating character. Apparently it was too much to hope that he was one of the first ones that the shades got. Then again he’s a slippery guy so I shouldn’t be surprised

Damien realizing who it was—and immediately losing his temper but still able to turn Kody’s wave to steam

Meanwhile Huxley is trying so hard to keep Damien reined in.

Huh. Damien really did straight up just punch Kody. Good for him. I’m sure he’s been waiting to do that since before Freelancer told him about the bridging

Hux trying to physically pull Damien off—how is that even a struggle? Damien must be stronger than I figured

Oh... oh Damien is having a breakdown. No... I mean, he totally deserves to but I just want to give him a hug—at least he’s got Hux with him. I hope Hux is hugging him

Hux bringing up Friendsgiving, and slowly talking Damien down—saying this is bigger, but not different... everyone needs a Huxley in their lives

“I’m here, Damien. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” I swear if that’s more foreshadowing that Huxley is going to die... again, I will frickin’ riot. But it’s not like Hux isn’t the type to sacrifice himself for everyone else...

Also, roll credits. He said the episode title

Finally, they found the other survivors! Please get them to safety.

Next: Milo’s here!

“Before I do it anyway” I would expect nothing less of Milo. The plan being absolutely crazy but that’s not gonna stop him... yeah, I love Milo.

He sounds like he’s inches away from absolutely losing it

Milo, you should punch the commissioner when this is all over. As a treat XD You deserve it

Milo’s plan might be crazy but it’s not bad. There’s a lot of humans... it might work. And he’s right... the humans are friends and family of people dying inside... if hysterical strength and adrenaline apply to magic, there might be enough power outside the ward to contain the situation and wipe out the rest of the shades... maybe...

But there’s still that deep voice who spoke to Brachium, and CloseKnit, to consider...

But when Milo said “People who have friends and family trapped in there” my mind went to Lasko. Keeping his eye on Babe and Angel while Milo talks to Sweetheart, not knowing if his little found family in those walls is alive... sure he’s an Air Elemental but he’s fully certified... he might be decent enough to make containment wards and even do some damage to solid shades if it means finding Hux, Damien, Freelancer, and Gavin.

Milo’s gonna frickin’ incite a “rebellion.” I’m down for this.

How’s he gonna get the ward to drop, I wonder? Probably talk to the warders holding it lol

And Sweetheart is also apparently down for this. Not that I’m surprised. Sweetheart’s always felt like they’re meant to be a bit of a reckless one.

The Void They Leave Behind

Gavin still is struggling with that ward, holy crap. He has to pull it in... but he’s still so determined to help as many as he can with whatever he can do—even if it means shades attacking him to not hunt down the rest of the people on the grounds

Okay, here’s the thing tho, Freelancer hasn’t used any of their magic today, really—can’t they help him? Please? Like, reinforce his ward or something?

And as his ward got thinner... this voice acting is phenomenal, y’all

He said the episode title pretty early in the episode. Roll credits

Also poignant title, btw

Gavin’s helplessness... gatdang, he’s come a long way from the “Arrogant” Incubus

All the good things, Freelancer presumably telling him to remember good things, the same way they told Caelum to do so after Vega attacked him

The good things were so sweet—all the stuff with the Elemental bois, but always circling back to Freelancer. I wanted to freaking cry—he’s come so far

“Hold me” Erik, sir, what do you mean I haven’t been holding him this entire damn time?!

Next segment: Oh my heck, Milo and Lasko have to be friends after this. Please. Like, exchange phone numbers and go out to lunch to talk about their families type of friends. Please.

I also never get over Milo’s accent.

Last we saw Lasko he was keeping an eye on Babe and Angel—and I like to think that when Milo comes over to talk to him, they’re both still there, just listening in, absolutely eating it up because Ash and Davey are still in there and they don’t know if their boyfriends are dead

Lasko agreeing to Milo’s plan before even hearing what it is if it means saving his friends family... is a very big leap for Lasko and I’m proud of his Character Development™

But Milo looking out for Lasko’s deniability is good

“The Department isn’t right just by virtue of being the Department” well we know Lasko has some personal experience with the bureaucracy of DUMP with how human-borns are just pushed into the deep end and expected to swim, so 10/10, good boy

I have no idea how Milo’s gonna make it look like an accident, but I’m so down for whatever he’s planning. Milo’s character is great

Milo: *proposes talking to people* Lasko: *immediately clams up* Social Anxiety Mood™

Milo taking the lead on this crazy plan... he’s said before that he doesn’t mind just being a member of the pack and he doesn’t need to be Alpha Material™, but damn he kinda is

Let’s hope that’s also not foreshadowing that Davey’s gonna die, thus promoting Ash to alpha and we know he’ll make Milo beta, based on the Imperium series

I’m just so worried that something’s gonna happen to Davey, y’all. Every trick of foreshadowing I know is practically priming him to die

“I can’t even convince Starbucks to give me the right order” Oh, Lasko, honey. Big mood.

Milo being so encouraging... he’s such a great character

“Our families are in there. Maybe not the ones we were born to. But the ones we chose” no need to punch me right in the gut, Milo

And then Lasko getting up the courage to actually do it! Woohoo! I’m so proud of him. Season 1 Lasko probably wouldn’t have done it.

Milo trying to tell Sweetheart not to join him as if he actually believed he’d be able to. LOL you’re cute, honey. This is the Investigator who won you over by breaking into your apartment twice and then fought a shade with you three years ago—you really think Sweetheart’s gonna care about the Department hanging over their head?

Plus, they’re on of the most powerful Stealths in Dahlia, if not the country. I imagine they could just phase-cloak into wherever the warders are isolated and just bamf them to sleep or something.

But I appreciate that he’s trying to protect his Sweetheart

Still, Sweetheart’s just giving him crap until he agrees—but then giving in with “I know... They’re your family too” aww my heart

I think that’s good insight too, to how shifter packs and mates work. They’re not blood family but Davey and Ash probably feel like Sweetheart’s brothers-in-law (esp since Sweetheart and Milo have been together for 3 gatdang years)

Next: Just imagining Vincent and Lovely standing with their arms around each other in the dark, looking around, alone together...

Vincent is so cute and protective, and trying so hard to be sensitive to Lovely’s past trauma with Adam... man I really felt for him

“I prayed that we’d never be in a situation like that again” Yeah but you’re a character and writers always torture their characters. So here we are

These two have gone through so much together. I love Vincent and Lovely’s dynamic

Oh shoot. Lots of shades coming in from everywhere. This isn’t going to end well

Next: Ohhh Sam. How I wish Darlin’ was with you right now to see how hot you sound when you’re being aggressive. You’ve always just been this soft-spoken voice of reason around them, but with Darlin’s aggression, they’d absolutely eat up seeing you tear apart shades with your bare hands

(Where is Darlin’ anyway? How did Milo not call them? You’d think he’d want another member of his pack there, on the outside of the ward.. Are they just eating ramen watching Addams Family reruns at home, not worried at all?)

Davey! That whimper friggin’ scared me to death. And of course he’s gonna say he’s fine even if he’s not. It’s Davey.

That said, Ash’s concern is so cute. And hearing them so resolved, fighting together—I frickin love it

Lovely having to zap Vincent to get a shade off of him—not gonna lie it scared me

But then of course, Lovely got got and the high-pitched ringing started and Vincent sounded so panicked as the other sounds muffled

And Ash getting hurt—hearing David’s voice go up in pitch—I started tearing up when Davey did

This whole arc with hearing Davey actually express real emotion and not sound so growly all the time has been really good voice work. And calling over Sam—it’s gonna break me

Sam is so calm even with David saying he never learned to heal and breaking down again

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: thank the good heavens for Sam Collins

He’s just talking Davey through it so levelly—he’s a good teacher

Honestly, I was waiting for Asher to wake up and say, “You look like $#!+, David,” even though Ash was the one on death’s door—but the little “Ow” was cute too

Also if Asher ends up being the one that dies I will also f&^*ing riot

Then Vincent calling for Sam—poor Sam’s really getting pulled in every direction tonight

Next: Lasko! Lasko Moore! Moore!!! We got another last name, friends!

He’s trying so hard to be brave, even though he obviously has no idea what to say (or how to say it, at least)

The way his stutter fades, even though his voice is shaking with tears... he’s being so brave

“I know where I’m gonna be ... to keep our home safe” Yes, Lasko! you’re stronger than you think!

And then he just cries and I’m crying with him

Next: Vincent sounds like he’s breaking, desperately trying to heal Lovely

And then Sam’s here, also sounding hurt, despite the fact that he and Lovely don’t really know each other. Sympathetic man

Vincent admitting they’ve avoided talking about turning Lovely... and how strained he sounds... my heart was breaking for him

“It’s forever. I love you. And I will spend eternity at your side if you’d let me. But I won’t do this unless it’s what you want. It would be a new life.” *voice breaks* “Do you want this?” Y’all when I tell ya I was sobbing right along with him—not exaggerating.

I wrote a whole short one shot from my feelings over this segment, are you surprised? Though I did partially write it because I thought there were some things that needed to be said from Lovely’s side and Erik glossed over (because Lovely freaking loved their magic and this was going to rob them of it) but ssshhh that’s not important

Anyway. Sam goes back into Teacher Mode™ so gently. Vincent is his family—he’s gonna help however he can

Vincent sounds like he frickin ripped a chunk out of his arm to get Lovely to drink his blood

Also the heartbeat and the high-pitched ringing gave me flashbacks to Adam’s kidnapping episode... what a way to end it.

NGL I’m worried about Lovely in the finale tomorrow. Vincent will have to be watching out for them, which means the survivors lose a defender... oh boy

See you tomorrow, Inversion. Please get resolved

OMG if today’s episode was 35 mins, tomorrow’s is gonna be, like, 45 or more to get all this resolved

Also where were Damien and Hux during all this? Did they not make it to the survivors’ spot in this amount of time? Seems unlikely. I hope they’re okay

Side note: I think I figured out why Commissioner Jet is being such a hard nose. What if he’s waiting for demon teams because he’s in CloseKnit secretly and trying to bring them in to wipe them all out at once?

All Along

Frickin’ loved this freaking series. Let’s jump into this. The last one!

Starting with Vincent, Sam, and Davey—I was interested that bloodlust didn’t begin immediately. I figured it would. Fun.

Sam and Davey arguing is great. Sam claims to be intimidated by Davey but he certainly holds his ground regardless

“I could drag you underground” “You could try” Davey, you realize Sam could just trance you, right? I mean, he wouldn’t, probably—unless you were mortally wounded and actively in the process of dying. But he could

Did Darlin’ gossip to David that Sam is a worried lecturer? If so, LOL

Again, vamp senses are OP

Davey struggling to shift was probably a new experience for him

Another vampire growl—never gonna complain

Next Segment: Yeesh. David got hit hard enough to revert to human form. And he really was about done for

But HUXLEY! And Damien! They’ve met David!

NGL feels kinda weird because they’re like on opposite sides of the Redactedverse but ssshhh it’s still awesome

Damien insisting he could hold them off because of course he would insist he could

Also—how did Huxley carry David? Like fireman style or princess style or just like sling an arm over his shoulders and support his weight? Because the idea of Huxley carrying big bad@$$ tough tsundere alpha werewolf David Shaw princess style is making me f^&*in’ lose it to giggles

Even if David said not to leave his friend—which made me emotional that David was still looking out for others’ safety while he was quite possibly on the verge of bleeding out

Next: Sam being aggressive is still hot

Poor vamp bois—they’re so tired and Vincent shouldn’t even be awake after turning Lovely... he’s a really strong guy

But they’re still so determined to fight to the end

Next: Damien’s determination has always been a characteristic I admired, but he really pushed himself so hard. Hearing his magic getting weaker and how surprised he was that he ran out... it freaked me out

Still goading the shades—not surprised—but he sounded surprised and hopeful at hearing Hux calling for him

Not gonna lie, the clawing sound effect is still very jarring, though that might be because I’m sick and my ears are super sensitive

Thank the heavens for Huxley, as always

How is Hux still so powerful? I mean, guy’s gotta be wiped—they’ve been sealed in for hours and he makes an earthquake that shakes the ground outside the weakening containment ward

I will never not be amazed by how powerful Huxley is. I adore him

Next: Milo feeling Hux’s earthquake was great. But he and Sweetheart are underground so I imagine he’d feel that intensely

Also Sweetheart giving him crap about him needing them to get in is great—you can tell that’s exactly what they’re doing with how Milo said everything but the last door so defensively (but you can still tell he’s super nervous OMG)

Which I imagine Sweetheart phased their arm through and opened it from the inside, LOL. Just like, “Oh, we need a way in? How’s about this?” *click* Milo: -_-

How was that door not warded against Stealths, tho?

“Not even a demon” bruh have you seen Gavin’s ward tho? It’s massive

Ah. So that’s what Milo’s been planning this whole time. Okay.

It makes sense with the worldbuilding. How Erik has established shifter magic works. Okay.

Milo this is a terrible idea

I know you’re gonna do it anyway but this is a bad idea

And his voice gets so low when he tells Sweetheart he doesn’t know for sure that he’ll be okay—boi you ain’t sacrificing yourself on my watch! If you survive this, I will kick your butt into next week for scaring me!

Oh my heck that kiss felt like such a desperate goodbye—i have been emotionally damaged

"I love you sweetheart—*laughs* of course i’m gonna make it—how else are you gonna kick my @$$ later for doing something this stupid?” Well, good to know Sweetheart!me is on the same page as IRL!me

He still sounds scared and then that last kiss

That noise was so jarring of him taking it in

Next: Sam and Vincent seeing the ward go down—

And then you hear Lasko! Encouraging everyone!

Then that blast of magic (and again with the unnecessary high-pitched ringing)! Human unity! Yay!

Sam and Vincent sounded so relieved and then the background noise of people celebrating

I am so proud of Lasko! He did it!

Oh yeah and Vincent and Sam immediately back in business mode

Next: Gavin feeling the magic build—I imagine him shielding Freelancer with his own body, holding on

And he sounds so relieved when they saw the sky

Gavin’s relief! The happy kisses! The “you were my strength, you saved their lives, not me” oh my GAAASH *cries in character development*

Time to go find Damien, Hux, and Lasko!

Next: Commissioner, be nice to little Nate Wexler. He’s doing his best. He seems like a... kid just doing his job

He sounds like a 16-year-old intern who should have gone home with his parents hours ago

Bossy bossy bossy. I get why though.

Next: Milo!!! You sound like you’re coughing up your own blood

And his first word is looking for Sweetheart—my boy, you’re so cute

You are most certainly not alright

Oh good, glad you agree

His accent slips a little in this segment but I’ll allow it for the sake of good emoting

Of course your body feels like its on fire ya doofus—you just absorbed enough magic to fry some of your cells, probably.

But it worked!

Yes, yes please get out quickly so no one charges you with treason

At least he can still walk

“Yeah, yeah—and get me help *pause* definitely get me help” Love how he starts exasperated at Sweetheart’s fussing and then he’s like, “Oh wait you right”

Well... if your plan was not to get caught... I hope someone cleaned up after everything you coughed and threw up

Next: Lasko running for Huxley! They made it! Lasko sounds so scared but relieved—I am so proud of him. He did it! He convinced people to help him save his family and friends

Hux sounds so relieved too—even with how worried he is about Damien

“I can walk” Damien no the f^&* you can’t

Hux, you and I are in agreement—and he’s gonna carry Damien anyway because of course he is

Damien’s so weak he probably can’t open his eyes with that tiny “Lasko’s here?”

And then Lasko says yes and Damien immediately talks like he’s not there. Probably to be funny

Actually maybe Damien was telling Lasko to tell Huxley that he could walk? IDK

Oh man—season 1 Damien and Lasko would never have responded like this without Freelancer—I’m so proud of these guys becoming family. Damien’s old contempt for Lasko and Lasko’s fear of Damien—*sobs in character development*

Glad Lasko laughs it off even though he sounds like he’s also crying. I love the Elemental boys so much

Next: Oh my heck how are Asher and Davey still on their feet? They should be on stretchers or something!

Of course David would absolutely refuse one so someone else could have it (and Ash probably would too, he’d just need to be dramatic first)

“Taking turns” is so cute. I loved their characterization over these videos

Their mates giving them hugs—oof. Ouch

But they’re still both so relieved—like Davey’s soft “angel!” freaking broke me and healed my soul at the same time

“Duct Tape and a Prayer” sounds like a great book/fic title and is also a Mood™

But the “I love you babe!”— “holding you feels so good”— “I love you so much” I couldn’t quite tell who was who when they were so quiet and Asher’s more nasal tone vanished but I don’t care because they were both crying (Davey crying in public from relief at surviving and seeing Angel again was enough to get me teary, not gonna lie) and kissing their mates and just holding onto them and it was so sweet and aaahhh!!!

Made this all worth it

Except what happened to Xavier but that’s for another time

Next: Finally! Darlin’ you’re late! What were you doing, eating ramen and watching old TV reruns?

No I’m kidding. I figured Milo called Darlin’ and it took them a while to get there.

But hearing the intro noises before the graphic even came up, I was like “Oh. This has gotta be Darlin’” and I was right

So satisfying when that happens

Anyway. I know this bit is brief but I had so many feels about it.

Sam’s palpable relief at seeing and holding Darlin’. His grunt as they slam into him to hug him

The shaking voice

The desperate kisses

Trying so hard to find something light to say, so joking about finally seeing Darlin’s wolf form

(Obviously from the fic I posted I thought Sam would have gone on the pack run and already seen it but it’s not that big of a deal)

But sturdy, steady, level-headed Sam just breaking down and sobbing into his partner’s embrace out of relief at being alive and grief over everything lost—

I. Love. These. Two. So. F*&^ing. Much!

Oh man.

Next: Milo, baby, you still sound absolutely exhausted. You self-sacrificing moron. I’m so proud of you.

But he sounds so relieved—he should be proud of himself. He did it

Love that his first instinct is to reach out to his family

And he’s so scared that something happened to them

And then he sobs upon hearing Davey and laughs through tears at hearing Ash

I wish we got the moment Sweetheart and Milo caught up to them for hugs

But this was good for me

“We did it!” Oh Milo. Not complaining about the kisses though lol

“Our family”—“Our family!” I love it so much

I have a huge family of relatives that I mostly get along with and yet somehow I still kinda love my own found family more... don’t tell my cousins. I feel ya Milo

Next: Okay... so I was wrong (probably?) about Jet being a secret member of CloseKnit (and the motivations of sending out the shades in the first place) but that’s okay. I’m fine with that

“They’re going to see a Department taskforce left outside to twiddle their thumbs instead of helping!” Yeah. On your orders, ya nitwit

Okay, I get where Jet is coming from, like, from a PR standpoint, but he doesn’t have to be such a jerk about it

Honestly if their government as they know it does become a casualty of this event, maybe let Damien rebuild it a little? He’d do a great job considering this is the canon universe and not the Imperium XD

It won’t become a casualty because stubborn bureaucracy—but it could be

“Have to figure out how to describe this to the unempowered government” So... does anyone else wonder if there’s a Secretary of the Department of Uniform Magical Practices that’s like, secretly in the USA President’s cabinet but only in a very “cold opening of Harry Potter 6″ vibe? Like “Oh yeah there’s all this stuff going on in the magical world but you really have no say in it but we do have to warn you out of obligation but don’t worry about it k thx bye” Because I sure wonder

Jet be nice to Nate!

Next: So... that end credits scene, am I right? Anyone else screaming internally that the Inversion wasn’t the worst thing that’s gonna happen to our boys? That the creature/figure in Death Brachium and the other Walkers are wardens of is just gathering life force and magic for something big?

“How much time do we have left?” IDK Brachium however long it takes Erik to figure out how to weave every. Single. Character. and. Their. Storyline. Into. One. Cohesive. Single. Plotline. I’m gonna cry.

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