#and like the mongoose says 'go and find out!'

[superduperkas]

Arcane is a masterclass in body language and how to properly use it in storytelling to get your message to your audience without thunking them over the head/spoon feeding it them.

Caitlyn's relationship to Vi vs her relationship to others is a great example.

Caitlyn is almost always trying to create less distance between Vi and her or "fill the gap" between them:

Cait steps over the red line in Stillwater to show Vi the evidence

After Vi ditches Cait in the brothel to jump Sevika, Cait seeks her out and saves her from Sevika

When she gives Vi the medicine for stab wound, they're breathing each other's air

She reaches across the space between them on her bed to caress Vi's face

She chases after Vi following the Council meeting not going their way

Fairly certain, she was going to go look for Vi after her shower if Jinx hadn't kidnapped her

She seeks out Vi after her dad, more or less, says he doesn't want Vi in their house. Not to kick her out but to find some comfort in being close to her (i think this is why she pushed so hard for her to be an enforcer, to keep her close)

Cait also does a fair share of looking at Vi's lips, slightly leaning in, and second guessing herself all within a span of a blink

Vi asks Cait not to change (she already has), so she closes the gap between them, and they share their first kiss as a form of reassurance

She takes down Vi mongoose style and again starts closing the gap between them by betraying Ambessa and helping Vander

Cait slightly/momentarily leans towards Vi's lips when she's pulling the bag over her head

Vi spits in her face and wipes it TOWARDS HER MOUTH and not away

After Jayce shoots Viktor and Ambessa attacks, Caitlyn has ample opportunity to go after Jinx, but she focuses on Vi and covering her back until she gets sliced across the abdomen and then she runs to her to help her to her feet

Now let's look at how Caitlyn creates gaps and space with Maddie even tho they're sleeping together:

Beginning of episode 4, while they're sitting in bed, Maddie tries to close the gap and create some intimacy. Caitlyn, in turn, leans away from her, creating space between them

Maddie is also the one trying to initiate/create emotional intimacy, and Caitlyn swerves her each time

Maddie kisses/nuzzles Caitlyn's neck, and in response, Caitlyn has the quickest expression of "eugh" before fixing her face and moving away from Maddie

Instead of leaning into the intimacy Maddie is trying to give her, Caitlyn gets up to work on something and says she'll come to bed soon

Caitlyn lets Ambessa dismiss Maddie from the room after (more than likely) overhearing the discussion about restarting the council (I really think if this were Vi, Caitlyn would've pulled rank and told her to stay)

Maddie is also very absent from the rest of s2p2, and given how we've seen Caitlyn actively seek out Vi in her absence, she honestly doesn't seem to care where Maddie is or how she's doing

And none of this is explicitly told to the audience thru dialog. All thru body language. And i just think that's really neat

[fallenprophets]

sam drake headcanons

No warnings, gender neutral, can be read as established relationship

A/N: only @sahxrii knows how bad my obsession with this middle aged man is

also i'm posting this instead of a proper fic bcs my brain is so numb rn idk why. i think its the autism i'll get back to u when ive slept. i might pump out an ellie williams fic tomorrow if i can be bothered and if i find the right ideas

If you’re a smoker, he’ll share his cigarettes with you

If you’re a non-smoker, he’ll only smoke around you if you’re explicitly clear that you don’t mind 

Tastes like cigarettes. No I wont elaborate (lies) 

I wanna write a fic abt this so bad but when y’all kiss it definitely tastes like cigarettes. 

Also if you tell him you’re tryna quit smoking, he’ll never smoke around you as a way to like. help you quit yk ?

Really intense about Christmas 

Borrows your clothes 

Mismatched socks 

Listens to country music as a guilty pleasure

Unreasonably good with kids 

Like he’s always so soft??? Idk this came to me as a vision 

Will talk you to sleep- usually about random bits of history, or places he wants to go 

Reads anything and everything you recommend. Even if you don’t explicitly say anything- it’s on your shelf, he’s reading it 

Really ass at patching himself up so you have to do it (oh nooo. you get to gaze lovingly up at him as you scold him for being so reckless how terrible poor you) 

Got a fuckass haircut when he was nine. It is Never Spoken Of 

Exudes the vibes of someone who would have a cat with a stupid name like oil or mongoose (arcane reference) 

Acts like a total grandpa when it comes to technology 

Puns and stupid jokes all. the goddamn time. And never at appropriate moments btw 

Cant cook for shit but when he learns, he’s GOOD. Best believe you’re never touching a kitchen utensil again once he gets the hang of it 

Lets you colour in his tattoos 

Somehow develops medic skills if you’re the one to get hurt. Like oh NOW you know how to stitch up a wound? How strange 

Affectionate 

Might listen to the occasional dad rock but tbh I cant really see him as that guy. I feel like he listens to WHAM! But would not be caught dead telling anyone that 

can do an unreasonably good british accent

drinks too much coffee

Hasn't eaten a vegetable in six months

sleep deprived (projecting? moi? never)

really really good at hugging

Olympic gold at Fucking Around and Finding Out

[naw-naw-honeyimgood]

Kaitlyn stans love saying that Kaitlyn hitting Vi in S2E3 is "Just Like" Vi hitting Powder in S1E1.

and like I COULD go into exactly how bs that statement is in itself: that Vi was an emotionally distraught 15 yr old teenager who SLAPPED (not hit) the person that just killed their whole family, all of whom she just saw literally die. Was it right? Of course not. And Vi feels guilty about this for AT LEAST until the end of episode 3 or even until episode 4 of ssn 2, if not for the rest of her fucking life, because she's taken on the burden of "creating" Jinx, and at the same time she blames Jinx for the death of Powder. Again, is THIS right? Not really- definitely not in the way she thinks.

KAITLYN, on the other hand, is a whole-ass woman that is twenty-three years old. Young, maybe, but in no way shape or form a child. She is fully capable of taking responsibility of her own actions. And what she does is hit the person, a person she kissed an hour ago, with the butt of her rifle in a place that she KNEW was previously injured. It is not in any way self-defense- because while sure Vi is holding her arm, she's not using any force to hold her there. And the reason SHE'S emotionally distraught at that moment is because Vi hadn't let her "take the shot". "Taking the shot" at that moment would've resulted in three possible things: Kait misses (again) and gets Isha, Kait gets both Isha and Jinx, or Kait gets Jinx and absolutely traumatizes Isha. And Kait's so mad at Vi for stopping her from doing this that she hits her.

Next reason this isn't a parallel? Immediate reactions. Vi slaps Powder, realizes what she did, and walks away to cool off. She knows what she did wasn't right, and doesn't want to risk hurting her more. And when she sees Silco standing over Powder she IMMEDIATELY tries to run back to save Powder. It's Marcus that stops her by chloroforming her and dragging her away, throwing her in prison where she can't get out. The first thing she does upon getting out after YEARS in prison? She tries to find her sister.

When KAITLYN hits Vi, she looks back at her, breathing hard, then turns around and leaves. She doesn't come back. She goes back to Piltover to become the Martial Law Commander and starts a relationship with Maddie and never once tries to find Vi, leaving her to spiral for months.

But this is all beating a dead horse in opposition to Kaitlyn stans. They say that there's a single frame showing that Kaitlyn feels bad after hitting Vi, so it's okay!! She regretted it for a single second, so she can be forgiven! Even while I'm going frame-by-frame and not really seein any regret- but even if there was: feeling regret for a second means nothing if you don't act on it!

The biggest reason there's no real parallel between these scenes? The reunion. When Vi sees "Powder" again, the first thing she does run to hug her. She immediately apologizes for what she did back then, then gives an explanation for why this apology is coming so late- not offering it as an excuse. Even when Kait shows up causing Jinx to freak out and point the gun at her, Vi literally just pushes the gun away- doesn't react violently at all. She's completely soft and gentle with her sister.

Kaitlyn? Hah. Kaitlyn sees some random person coming out of the commune to investigate what's happening and the first thing she does is attack them, like what if that was just some normal person? And then upon realizing it's Vi, her first words are "You can't be here!". Takes offense at Vi's completely mild "mongoose" jab, and says Vi's hair looks like "an angry oil slick". There's no apology. No reason given whatsoever for even WHY Kaitlyn left and never once looked back.

tldr: there's no parallel between these two scenes. A Certain Writer is just neck-deep in Kaitlyn's cunt and decided to write the plot like the sun shines out of her asshole.

[waywardwhispersblaze]

I'll be forever mad that Jayce ruined the moment right there, but not because I think this would've been a perfect ending for them (I don't). I'm mad because if Jayce had just waited five fucking minutes, the resulting scene would've been so juicy.

Look at the way Vi and Cait look at each other here:

Caitlyn: shocked, betrayed, hurt

Vi just looks sad:

We know from their dialogue in ep 8 that while Vi and Caitlyn were making the plan to distract Ambessa, Vi had another one, to bring in Jinx as a contingency in case Caitlyn couldn't be trusted or failed. She had to know Caitlyn wouldn't take it well once she found out. Vi's priority n°1 was saving Vander though, and they likely didn't have much time to think this through. Basically, she had to know that from Caitlyn's POV, it would look like "Vi chooses Jinx over Cait", edition number 2.

And she was likely right! We know Caitlyn lets go of her anger towards Jinx in the next episode, and accepts that Vi has the right to choose her family, but in my opinion, she wasn't there yet in ep 6. Having a broken Jinx locked up in a cell (her single goal for the last few months) while Vi was lying unconscious on her bed for days very likely helped Caitlyn reassess her priorities in life. But here in this scene she literally doesn't have time to think!

Let's look at Caitlyn a bit more here. During their reunion, She probably expected Vi to hate her guts, but instead, Vi looks grumpy, calls her a mongoose and a cupcake in two sentences, and drops the "my dad needs help" bomb after hesitating for a hot, single second. Moments after that, Caitlyn reevaluates her life choices and decides to make a big career change. Plenty of great posts have already been made about Caitlyn's motivations there, but to sum it up, I'd say it was a combination of: her being already wary of Ambessa and not wanting to let a Noxian warlord get her hands on a dangerous weapon / innocent man, being tired of hating herself, and, yes, her feelings for Vi coming back to her in full force.

For a few, glorious moments, she was working with Vi again! Probably feeling more like herself than she had in months. Maybe she started to hope they could reconcile after all. Maybe, she hoped it could be a "do over" for their failed mission with the strike team, where she'd be helping a member of Vi's family, instead of being torn apart by one of them.

... only to find that Vi didn't actually trust her (which was deserved, but still, ouch), and to come face to face with the source of her seething hatred, the single object of her obsession in the last few months. Right after being saved by said source of seething hatred. It's a lot to take in. She had to be simultaneously disappointed and shocked

So, what was she gonna do? There was probably nothing Vi could have said that wouldn't have pissed Caitlyn off right then (no, Vi, saying "she's changed" probably wouldn't have helped), Jinx opening her mouth would have likely made it worse, but at the same time they still had to run away asap. Caitlyn had already betrayed Ambessa, she couldn't go back. Vi pretty much put her in a position where she'd have no choice but to follow along, no matter how angry she was, at least for a little while...

and I made this post just to say, that the resulting bickering would have been hilarious to see :S

(forget about Jayce waiting five minutes, though, what if it they had an hour? what would Caitlyn had done once they were far enough from the Noxian army? point her gun at Jinx? attempt an arrest? (right in front of Vander? gulp) she might have simply ended up separating from them, and that would have been heartbreaking enough, but a completely different story)

((and that's assuming cult member!vander would have just agreed to leave the commune without acting weird))

[thydungeongal]

probably too vague question but I burnt out on dnd a while ago and now i want to get back into like the wider world of ttrpgs but there are very many of them and I dont reeaally have a consistent gaming group any more, how do i know where to start?

and to narrow it a little because ive asked this to people before but I cant deal with thise super open ended freeform narrative only games that seems to be all that get recommended to new people based on havin no numbers. I like numbers

If you like a game with a bit of crunch I have a bunch of games to offer! For the record, I also happen to like a well-designed game that's lighter on the rules, but at the end of the day I am a Rolemaster girl at heart and yearn for the crunch.

At the risk of sounding like a broken record I would first recommend checking out the games made by @anim-ttrpgs. Their games are easy to learn but with a lot of bite to them. You will find numbers here. Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy is basically complete and it's pretty much a masterful modern investigative RPG that accommodates supernatural elements as well, and while the numbers are simple for the most part there's a lot of mechanical depth to them. They're also currently working on Silk & Dagger: A Sensible Drow RPG (a fantasy comedy of manners) and Death Bed: A Souls-like RPG. If you go through their pinned post you will also find links to their indie RPG book club which is a genuinely nice space and home to many maths-heads like you and I. It's also a really good place to find out about more games.

But yeah, now that I've got that out of the way, here's a brief reality check: while those light on the numbers indie games take up a lot of discursive space, at the end of the day they are actually not representative of non-D&D RPGs as a whole. Most RPGs have at least some amount of crunch and those games you're alluding to don't actually represent most RPGs.

All of which is to say, if you browse most mainstream marketplaces for RPGs like DriveThruRPG you will mostly end up finding very traditional RPGs with a medium to high amount of mechanical depth in their top 10s. So that's one place to look!

Anyway, I'm just going to rattle off a few publishers who are still, like, medium big names and making crunchy games but outside of the D&D/Pathfinder bubble. There's Free League, a Swedish publisher who make very traditional RPGs but not without their own mechanical innovations. Chaosium is an old standby, still churning out content for RuneQuest and Call of Cthulhu (absolute classics of the medium). Steve Jackson Games mostly does Munchkin content these days, but they also have a cool RPG called GURPS which people who like math seem to love. Mongoose Publishing seems to keep collecting old IPs and they are in charge of Traveller, the great granddaddy of sci-fi RPGs, these days. There's also Green Ronin, who came to relevance in the d20 days but have since spun off their own house system out of their officially licensed Dragon Age RPG, called AGE (Adventure Game Engine). White Wolf (now a Paradox Entertainment operation) makes games for goths and while they claim to be storygames for theater kids they're actually pretty heavy on the mechanics, and their estranged former partner Onyx Path is also out there doing their own thing.

But yeah, I know that is already a lot, but what I recommend you do: start by looking at a few publishers making RPGs, see if any of their games' pitches appeal to you, and start from there. Also consider joining the aforementioned indie RPG book club cause it's a nice place where a surprising number of members have turned into girls during the relatively short time the club has been operational.

[berrylovecrime]

Spoiled - Hannigram

rating: e (smut)

tags: post-fall, light pet- and doll-play?, dry humping, shoe riding

summary: Will and Hannibal are excited for their first big date in their new life—but Hannibal has gotten spoiled already, and his favorite doll has a hard time saying no to him.

read on ao3 || strawpage

The problems started when Hannibal woke up this morning; it was entirely too early for Will.

Even in their new life, with new names and a new home, Hannibal clung to old habits. Since settling in, he’d only been able to host a handful of dinner parties for the friends and colleagues him and Will quickly acquired. They had also attended a short but well-produced play by the local theater company.

Tonight, however, would be their first big night out; an out-of-town charity gala put on by the art museum Hannibal now frequented, complete with live music, dancing, and gourmet food. Hannibal was, of course, much more excited than Will. He’d talked about it all week, went to bed early the night before, and—much to Will’s dismay—woken up silently buzzing with excitement.

Will pressed his cheek to the top of Hannibal’s head in warning. “Quit wiggling,” he mumbled.

Hannibal gave a quiet but apologetic grunt back. He usually liked waiting to get out of bed with Will, but today he was ready to start his morning.

He tried to relax and give Will more time to sleep, but a short while and several discontent sighs from Hannibal later, Will was shuffling out of bed. He wiped at his eyes groggily and held his hand out, gesturing for Hannibal not to follow him in the bathroom so he could wash his face and wake up in peace. Hannibal made a pouty sound and obeyed, but watched intently from the bed.

It always amazed Will that even now, Hannibal was still completely, wholly obsessed with him. It drove him crazy in the best way possible.

By the time they’d had breakfast and gotten dressed, Will had the good sense to ask why they were getting ready to leave the house for an event that started nearly twelve hours later.

“We’re going shopping.” Hannibal responded simply.

This was something Will was still getting used to—being Hannibal’s doll. For the most part, his boyfriend had the right mind not to dress him up for work, but every date, every evening out on the town, every dinner party warranted a new outfit.

Will didn’t mind it so much though, because for all the suit stores they visited, Hannibal always made sure they visited at least half as many lingerie stores. Sometimes the lacy frilly things were for himself, sometimes for Will; most shopping trips they made it back home with plenty of new garters, underwear, or anything else pretty enough to try on and take off of each other.

Hannibal thinks there’s probably no other two people on earth more in sync than him and his Will. Their give and take, back and forth dance of power was usually the only thing on his mind. He loved walking around as Will’s protector, owning his mind, and controlling his body in all the ways he’d spent those years imagining. He loved it just as much as when Will is instead the one in charge, when his eyes glaze over and he decides that Hannibal is simply a needy, incapable thing that needs his help.

More than that, he loved the subtle struggle between the two of them. An invisible fight played out in their tones and the way they carry themselves. Spending the day with Will Graham meant coming home with either his sweet lamb, or the mongoose ready to strike.

As they walked through town, Hannibal was feeling particularly good about himself. He enjoyed leading Will around the stores and finding designer pieces that compliment his beautiful boy. Any time a shopping attendant comes over to assist them, he puffs a little with pride. See this doll I get to dress up? And it’s all mine.

The cocky smirk on Hannibal’s face as Will emerged from the changing room made him blush. Typically Hannibal will at least ask for Will’s input before deciding on a purchase—“But do you like it? Is it comfortable? Is it the right color?”—but today he knew exactly what he wanted.

“That’s the one,” he nodded, then walked off to pay as Will changed back into his clothes. Will’s brows shot up but said nothing. He got dressed quickly, amused.

They exited the store with Hannibal guiding Will by a hand at the small of his back, more bounce in his step than usual. “You’re in a good mood.”

Hannibal pulled him closer. “It’s a good day,” he smiled lovingly down at him, but Will couldn’t help but feel as if he was being dog walked down the street by a proud owner.

“Mm,” he said, trying to ignore the heat that stirred in his belly.

In fact, he spends most of the day trying to ignore Hannibal’s playful excitement all together. In one store, Will tried on ties and Hannibal made a scene of tightening them too much or pulling on them like a leash.

At another, Hannibal walked out into the private dressing area with his pants and belt still undone, making direct eye contact with Will before fixing them.

When they stopped for lunch, he pulled his chair closer to Will’s than was publicly acceptable and all but petted him into his lap the entire time they ate.

For the most part, Will didn’t mind Hannibal’s antics. He’d certainly prefer not to be the one in charge out on a shopping day like this. He even liked being tugged around mindlessly and doted on by a man who just wanted to show him off and take care of him.

However Hannibal’s cockiness would get the better of him today if he weren’t careful. Will gave him as much grace as possible, not wanting to treat him like he’s spoiled just for being excited about his first big night out together. It showed how much their new life meant to Hannibal, and it made Will inexplicably happy to see Hannibal being happy.

But that wasn’t just happiness Will was seeing on Hannibal’s face as he was being dragged into a lingerie store. Something about that overly-confident smirk that had been present on his face all day… the glint in his eye of an evil mastermind getting exactly what he wants…

It set off a deeper instinct in Will. There was still a part of him that remembered that Hannibal had once lied and manipulated and hypnotized into getting his way. He remembered that there is a part of Hannibal that is, deep down, just a spoiled, selfish brat.

And Will knew exactly how to handle spoiled, selfish brats.

The lingerie store was one they’d been in before, but had a wide selection that cycled regularly. It didn’t take long for them to both find several pieces to try.

“Mm. I don’t know.”

Will turned to see what was wrong with the set Hannibal had just put on, and the breath is punched out of him. It’s a shade of baby blue he’s never seen on Hannibal before, with pillowy lace wrapped sweetly around his hips and thighs. Will’s dick twitched and began swelling so fast it nearly hurt. “What?”

Hannibal runs a hand across his waist in consideration, then down to his crotch. Will watched entranced as he pulled his bulge as far to the side as the underwear would allow then let it swing back into place. “Dunno if I like it,” Hannibal sniffed.

It’s that mumbly, innocent voice that starts to push Will over the edge. Of course Hannibal liked it, he saw exactly how he looked in the mirror. Then his needy, greedy self came out fishing for compliments from Will with the audacity to be a tease…

Will took a deep breath. “We have about half an hour before we need to head home.”

Hannibal got dressed with that slight smirk still on his facial features. He had hoped for a compliment but was much more proud of the reaction he’d gotten. His grin only grew when Will walked around that store with the pale blue set in hand, only putting it down to pay and then fisting the bag in his hand as if it were a life-saving medicine.

Once home, they walked through the door with Will carrying all the bags and Hannibal blissfully following behind. He stretched and gave a loud, content groan, coming up behind Will as he was setting everything down on the table.

Will straightened back up for Hannibal to wrap his arms around his chest. “Yeah?”

“Mm,” Hannibal hugged him close and buried his face in the nape of Will’s neck.

Will relaxed into him and reached back to pet Hannibal’s hair. “You happy?”

Hannibal smiled and nuzzled further into him, inhaling his scent. “Mmhm,” he replied in a long, drawn-out moan. Will’s eyes fluttered closed, taking in the moment. Sometimes Hannibal could be so sweet and clingy it made his heart ache.

But then he felt the smirk against the back of his neck, and he was being pushed against the table. His hands shot out to catch himself as Hannibal pinned him with his hips, chest to back, and hard bulge pressed perfectly against his ass. Will gasped in surprise, but Hannibal just kept rubbing his face into Will’s skin and moaning happily.

“All mine,” he sighed, rolling his hips to press closer. Will had to readjust his standing on the floor to keep from tipping over with Hannibal’s full weight against his back.

Will let out a low, humorless chuckle once he’d got his breath back. “Oh, Hannibal. You’ve gotten yourself all worked up today, haven’t you?” Hannibal let out a warning growl, as if to say don’t be mean to me and that only spurred Will on. “Yeah,” Will breathed and pushed back against Hannibal’s hard cock. “Got too excited.”

Hannibal grunted and began roughly grinding into him, gripping Will’s hip for extra support. He couldn’t help himself anymore, after spending all day showing off the object of his obsessions, he needed to actually own it for himself again. Especially before they went out for the night. “Just give it to me,” he panted.

Will groaned, wanting very much to give in and defy all at the same time. He reached back to thread his fingers in Hannibal’s hair. “We don’t have time, Hannibal,” he said sternly.

Hannibal shook his head almost desperately. “No.” With a hand on Will’s back, he shoved him down so his chest pressed against the table and his ass arched up into Hannibal. They both groaned. “Give it to me.”

“Fuck, Hann,” Will grunted in unison with Hannibal’s thrusts. Then more to himself, he whispered, “You fucking brat.”

In response, he heard a whiny, defiant noise just next to his ear. It took Hannibal a moment to remember that he wanted to be the one in charge right now. “That’s right. And I just went all day without playing with my favorite toy.” His mockingly pouty voice made Will moan and wiggle against him.

“Ohh we don’t want you throwing a fit at dinner do we, you big baby.”

Hannibal latched his teeth onto Will’s neck, making him cry out. He reached around to cup Will through his pants with a harsh grip.

“I’ll throw a fit right now, if need be,” he threatened. Will didn’t doubt it one bit, felt it in the predatory way he was being bucked against, hand possessively palming at his dick. “Need my doll,” Hannibal whispered, movements growing more desperate.

Will huffed a laugh in between being pushed against the table, so turned on he couldn’t breathe. Wanting to challenge Hannibal, he attempted to fight him off. He wiggled so that each thrust of Hannibal’s cock didn’t quiet land where he wanted, frustrating him. “Course you do, you spoiled little boy,” Will growled.

Hannibal’s voice came back just as dangerous. “A good dolly would stay put and look pretty for his spoiled boy.”

“Uhuh…” Will breathed mockingly. “A good boy would take his dolly upstairs and get it dressed for the night. But you’re too busy playing with me, aren’t you? Won’t even leave the house without using me.”

Hannibal wouldn’t argue that, panting into Will’s shoulder blades. “My dolly talks too much.” Then there were two fingers hooked into Will’s mouth, and he couldn’t do anything but moan and lick them. Hannibal readjusted them, shoving Will further onto the table to restrict his movements, and desperately undid his pants to let his cock free. He moaned at the sensation of bare skin meeting rough denim.

They both grunted and moaned, Hannibal’s head spinning somewhere between pleasure and sweet pain as he rocked against Will. It didn’t take long for his sounds to grow more pitiful. Will loved how hard it was for the older man to hold himself together once he finally got his way; how happy he was to enjoy luxury and pleasure right when he wanted it.

Hannibal tried to tell Will how good it felt, but the closer he got, the less capable he was of speaking intelligently. Will couldn’t respond, still sucking on long digits, but he moaned and attempted to grind back.

“That’s my sweet doll, such a pretty ass. Oh, I’m so—Oh please, I need—” Will knew from the bruising grip on his hip that Hannibal had tipped over the edge. Only a moment later, he felt the wetness seeping through his jeans and the bottom of his shirt.

Hannibal cried out in relief, rocking himself against his boyfriend through the orgasm and then collapsing. Will still couldn’t move, didn’t want to. He wanted to keep feeling Hannibal’s breaths coming hot and heavy behind his ear, wanted that hand still taking ownership on his clothed bulge to give him more friction.

Instead, Hannibal took his time recovering, murmuring about how good he felt and how much he loved Will. Then he was pulling them both to stand upright, hands roaming freely over Will’s front. “Mm, come on, grab the bags,” he kissed his head. “I want to dress you.”

Will reached for them but made noises of protest the whole way to the bedroom, only because he was so hard he couldn’t think straight. Somewhere along the point of their relationship, his Hannibal had slowly gotten more spoiled, more bratty, more obsessed, more adoring, more and more used to having Will whenever he wanted. Will fucking loved it. He wanted Hannibal so completely leashed to him, that it becomes a problem for the entire world—loved Hannibal so much it was dangerous to anyone around them.

So he let himself be guided by Hannibal shuffling behind him, hands on his hips.

Hannibal stripped him naked, almost indifferently like a professional tailor doing his job. However his frequent glances to Will’s tip leaking precum gave him away—each time he licked his lips, Will throbbed.

He played along as best he could until Hannibal disappeared and then returned from the closet with a brown, lace set Will had yet to wear before. Hannibal’s intentions became clear when he dropped to his knees and held the bottoms out for Will to step into.

“No.” Will grabbed Hannibal by the cheeks roughly and forced him to look up. “You are not making me leave the house without coming first.”

Of all the times to be a non-verbal brat, Hanninal chose that moment to silently lean forward and kiss the head of Will’s cock with puffed out lips. Will glared at him, so he sucked it into his mouth and Will loosened his grip. Not a word was exchanged, only the invisible current of power playing back and forth as Hannibal held eye contact and slowly reached back down for the panties. He kept suckling and pulled them up Will’s legs before slowly, carefully letting the fat tip drop from his mouth with a string of drool. Will’s gaze only grew more heated as his cock was tucked in and the underwear pulled over his ass.

“I love you, darling boy,” Hannibal smiled innocently—manipulatively, thought Will—while he continued dressing Will in lingerie. “Such a pretty doll for me,” Hannibal helped him into his pants. “Such a beautiful body,” he held out the white button up. “Such a beautiful mind,” he held Will’s cheek and kissed his forehead.

“Hannibal,” Will looked at him with pleading eyes. His mind fought itself. He thought about throwing Hannibal down, spanking him stupid, and forcing them to miss this stupid dance. The other half wanted to let this play out, let Hannibal play God with his favorite toy.

The latter option won over upon seeing the joy in his boyfriend’s eyes as his suit jacket was gingerly placed onto him, and the tie knotted with such precision and focus, it had to be worship.

When Hannibal drug him out the door hand-in-hand, he couldn’t keep his eyes on where they were going because he was too busy stealing glances at his dolled up, curly haired angel. Seeing Will’s frustration only served to make heat coil up in Hannibal’s own stomach again.

In the back of the taxi, Hannibal spent the entire ride kissing Will’s hand, sucking his fingers, whispering words of adoration. Will spent it rock hard, focusing on anything other than Hannibal’s mouth and the soft lace wrapped around his twitching cock.

He didn’t say a word the entire way there. When Hannibal made a comment or asked a question, Will responded in grunts. He felt himself growing more agitated at his boyfriend’s innocent conversation coupled with a smile that told Will he knew exactly what he was doing.

When they arrived at the venue, Hannibal escorted Will inside like a proper gentlemen. Will blushed and let himself be led around, greeting their acquaintances. Every time Hannibal introduced him to someone knew, he did it with a possessive hand somewhere on Will, his voice filled with pride. My boyfriend. My partner. He bragged on his accomplishments and made sure people at every table knew how smart and brave his Will was.

Hannibal showed him off with so much pride, it made Will want to cover his face in kisses. Instead he smiled bashfully, and it in turn made Hannibal want to cover Will’s face in kisses.

Once they were seated for the food to arrive, Hannibal kept him close as he had all night. There was always a hand on Will’s back or resting on his knee, or an arm around his waist, fingers brushing the hair out of his eyes. Hannibal was no stranger to public displays of affection and tonight he was especially eager to dote on Will. At one point he thought Hannibal might just be starry-eyed enough to pull him into his lap and hand feed him in front of all of these people.

He didn’t though, and Will had to eat his dinner while fighting off the warmth being sent from Hannibal’s hand on his knee, up his thigh, deep into his lower belly. Every squeeze of his fingers made Will’s balls tighten in anticipation as if he’d never been touched before. He tried very hard to keep a pleasant face while they spoke to everyone at the table.

Soon, they all made their way to the dance floor in time for the music to swell. Hannibal gave Will a sweet smile before taking him out by the hand. They both let out the same happy sigh as they joined together in dance, Hannibal keeping an arm around his waist tighter than necessary. Will wrapped his arms around Hannibal’s broad shoulders and tried not to stare too lovingly into his eyes, but it was easy to be entranced by the older man’s gaze. Sometimes it made Will feel like he was still being hypnotized, like there was no natural way for someone to be this in love.

And still so rock hard pressed right against Hannibal’s thigh. Will closed his eyes and drank in the relief he felt from the first bit of friction he’d gotten since Hannibal had teased him at the house.

Hannibal smiled and kissed Will’s forehead. “You’re awfully quiet.”

“Oh you talk enough for the both of us,” he joked, but Hannibal knew the sincerity behind his words. Will Graham hated socializing, but he loved being Hannibal’s date.

Hannibal’s smile returned to that same subtly cocky expression from earlier. “Says the one who’s mean mouth got him in trouble tonight.” He pulled Will closer to make a point, letting their next dance movement push his thigh harder against Will’s bulge. He felt a rush of excitement thinking about Will’s poor cock leaking and throbbing for his attention the past several hours. “How are you holding up, by the way?”

Will grumbled.

“It’s alright, darling, I’m hard again too,” he readjusted them to prove his point, a chaste kiss to Will’s head. “Can’t seem to stop myself from thinking about getting home and unwrapping the lace from my pretty little doll.”

“You talk a big game for someone who wants to be allowed to unwrap this lace from me when we get home.”

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” It was stated calmly but there was nothing Will loved more than the rare occasions Hannibal got worked up enough to cuss. “I don’t need to be allowed.”

“We’ll see about that,” Will smirks, feeling as though he’d already won.

The rest of the night is spent passing heated glances, hands running up thighs, teasing whispers in each other’s ears. They certainly drew a few odd looks from other guests. It took every ounce of both of their mental will not to make a scene as they climbed into the back of the cab, but Hannibal couldn’t help it if he reached out and grabbed a handful of Will’s ass. Will grunted and swatted him away, but then immediately pulled Hannibal closer to him once they were seated.

The second they’re in the door, Hannibal is all lips and tongue, once again leaning into him with most of his body weight. Will stumbled and let his back land against the wall, but Hannibal was still kissing him so hard it threatened to take them both down.

He was getting nasty now, too. Licking up Will’s face, letting his spit dribble anywhere he kissed. Whispering about how badly he needed to feel Will’s hole stretching. Each inhale he took in Will’s scents and each exhale and took a taste. The younger had to whine before Hannibal finally gave him some air and ushered, “Let me see you, darling boy. I need your clothes off.”

But he made no move to strip Will himself, and Will could tell Hannibal was fading fast. He’d spent most of the day with the upper hand, and he put up a good fight. But sometimes he just needed Will so much it forced that brilliant mind of his to shut off. Just a poor, helpless creature that would die of hunger if Will didn’t present himself naked on a platter for the taking.

“Need to fuck you,” the words come out of a dazed Hannibal.

Will started shaking his head. “You were rude to me earlier, Hannibal.”

“No,” came Hannibal’s drawn out whine, brows furrowed. “You were rude to me first, you called me a brat.”

“So you came all over my ass and made me leave the house without so much as touching me?” Will’s gruff voice was sinking Hannibal further into a headspace he wasn’t sure he could pull out of. He let himself collapse, down the front of Will’s body, onto his knees. He nuzzled his face into clothed abs.

“Look at me,” Will caressed the sharp cheekbone. Hannibal obeyed, drank in the whisper. “You were bad today.”

It stung like a knife. Worse than that, it made Hannibal’s bottom lip push out and hips roll forward so he was straddling the bottom of Will’s leg.

“You were,” Will soothed his thumb over the quivering lip. “Had my cock aching so bad, and not in the fun way.”

A pouty sound came from Hannibal and his hips thrust again, rubbing wantonly. He didn’t like truly hurting his Will anymore, and he was really trying not to be turned on now thinking about the pain he’d caused tonight. Oh but the thought of Will’s cock, still aching even now, wrapped in that goddamn lace…

Wordlessly, his hand began creeping up Will’s leg, up towards the huge bulge he didn’t have to look at to know was there. Much to his surprise, his hand was smacked away.

“Are you even listening to me, you little whore,” Will asked incredulously.

Hannibal moaned, “Of course, darling,” and began freely grinding on Will’s leg, wrapping his arms around for support. He lovingly rubbed his face onto Will’s thigh.

“No you’re not, you’re humping that needy cock on me all over again. You just can’t help yourself, can you honey.” It wasn’t a question. Hannibal’s pouts of protest turned into those of pleasure as Will picked up the front of his foot so the top of his shoe pressed firmly against Hannibal’s hard length. “Go ahead, bounce little bunny. Couldn’t take your time and fuck me when you were in charge earlier, can’t even do it now. Cant even stay in charge. Can’t do anything without me.”

Hannibal felt free and unashamed. “That’s right,” he panted pathetically, also not ashamed of the way his whole body jerked against Will with each downward thrust of his hips, met by the upward movement of Will’s foot. “I’ll die if I don’t have you.”

Will’s heart swelled and he petted from the drama queen’s hair to his shoulders, anywhere he could reach. “Now there’s a thought.” Hannibal looked up at him with glittering eyes. He still loved when Will fantasized about killing him. “Keep you tied up in the basement. Naked, strapped to a few toys…” Hannibal watched as his eyes glazed over, genuinely imagining it.

Will slipped his thumb into the older man’s mouth, which was accepted gratefully and grunted on in time with a particular harsh thrust of his hips. Hannibal wanted to know how the cool shoe leather would feel underneath his hot, bare cock, but Will was rather enjoying the site of an impeccably dressed Dr. Lecter riding his leg like a slut. “How long do you think you’d whine and cry for before you finally just collapsed?” he asked, a mocking humor in his tone. When he didn’t get a reply from his moaning victim, he pushed his thumb further down Hannibal’s tongue. “How long could I keep you on-edge and balls full before you give up?”

Hannibal moaned loudly, frustrated. His hands grabbed at Will’s belt and ripped it open before he could be stopped. Will held his wrists, so Hannibal leaned forward with an evil look on his face and pulled the zipper down with his teeth.

Brown lace now exposed, Hannibal took to devouring Will with his mouth. He tasted skin and fabric and course dark curls, felt Will’s hand slapping at his face, pulling at his hair. He mumbled something unintelligible and pulled the underwear down far enough to let Will’s cock spring free.

“Fuc—I really am gonna kill you,” Will finally pulled him off with a hand around his throat. He squeezed and watched the tears well up immediately.

“Just let me fuck you first,” Hannibal could barely breathe, let alone speak. He would always find a way to beg for Will, though. “Please, my love, I just need—“

“You need what?” Will spat harshly across his face. Hannibal gasped and blinked in surprise, mouth instinctively dropping open for more.

“Need you to squeeze my cock, Will please. I need to feel you so bad,” his eyes were drifting closed as if he were on the verge of passing out. He had leaked a large wet spot into the front of his pants, the head of his cock rolling deliciously against the top of Will’s foot.

“Dunno if you deserve me,” Will says calmly, all at once letting go of Hannibal’s neck and pulling his throbbing dick up out of Hannibal’s reach.

“Will,” Hannibal lets out the most broken gasp. This was always Will’s favorite part. He had seen Hannibal beaten, stabbed, shot, but not once did he ever cry out in pain. This was the world’s most stoic man with a physical tolerance unlike any Will had ever seen before and yet… All Will had to do was tell him no, and the man was on the floor in tears. He just had to let Hannibal’s cock stay hard a little too long, and he sobs—begs for mercy—like he’s being tortured and abused. “Will, please. Just lemmefuckyou.”

“What’s that?” Will asked harshly and tugged on his hair.

Hannibal gave a frustrated exhale and removed his mouth from Will’s exposed thigh to speak more clearly. He looked up at him with the sweetest face he could manage, using what was left of his good senses to at least try to manipulate. “Please let me fuck you, my beautiful boy. You were so perfect today, please,” he sucked wet kisses into Will’s skin between begging.

The younger man’s head tilted back, eyes closing. He let Hannibal go on like this for a moment. “Why should I?” he finally whispered, almost too out of it to even continue this teasing. He needed to cum so bad, he was lightheaded.

Hannibal made an incredulous, whiny sound. “I’m hurting for it, Will. It’s—” he squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. “I feel so swollen and hot and I—I love you. Love your pretty ass and I just need you wrapped around me. Sweet boy, please, I need you squeezing it.” He was on the verge of babbling, and every word sent need straight into Will’s skin. His own cock twitched in front of Hannibal’s face.

“You gonna tell me you’re sorry?” Will reached down to roughly pet at Hannibal’s face. The older man closed his eyes and groaned, not a fan of admitting wrongdoing.

“Go on honey, it’s okay. You didn’t mean to, did you? Just got too cocky and full of yourself today.” Hannibal moaned and shook his head with his face hidden against Will’s leg. He pressed the length of his cock further up his shoe.

When he didn’t verbally respond, Will swatted more harshly at Hannibal’s cheek. “Tell me you’re sorry, Hannibal,” and Will wasn’t teasing anymore. This was a demand.

Hannibal looked up at him defiantly, but leaned forward to kiss Will’s balls. He kept eye contact and whispered, “I’m sorry, Will,” with loose lips. The younger let out an unconvinced huff of laughter and gripped his cock to tap the end of it on Hannibal’s open mouth once, twice.

Hannibal whined at this. Will didn’t hold back the dry chuckle and smacked Hannibal across the face with his cock. Hannibal dropped his jaw and pushed his tongue out, hoping for a taste. They both moaned. “You love playing with me but the second you get a taste of your own medicine, you’re fucking helpless.”

Hannibal couldn’t disagree. He was not a big fan of not getting what he wants, regardless of who’s in control.

“Couldn’t even stay standing, could you honey?” Will’s tone gradually growing softer as he began grinding his cock into the side of Hanninal’s face. The wet head left a shiny trail from his jaw to his sharp cheekbone, up to his brow bone. Will could have came from the sight alone. “Dropped to your knees and started humping me as soon as we made it in the door.”

Hannibal couldn’t do much but pant and thrust his own hips in time with Will’s. Frustrated, he tried to position the toe of Will’s shoe to be nestled between his ass cheeks. He bounced up and down, seeking pressure on his hole, his balls, anything. He would take anything…

A tear swelled and spilled out before he could stop it. Then another, and Will was laughing cruelly and slapping him with his dick again. “Cheer up, poor bunny,” he said, voice too sickeningly sweet. “You know you’re gonna get your way.”

When? Hannibal wanted to ask petulantly. But Will was caressing his lips with cock again before slowly sliding it into his mouth. “Can you tell my dick you’re sorry?”

Hannibal looked up at him with glistening eyes so beautiful it made Will throb. He half-ass attempted to mumble an apology around Will’s thick base.

“Try again.” Another demand, but this time spoken softly and surely.

Hannibal took a deep breath through his nose and drooled. “M’owwy.” It was the most pathetic, pouty noise Will had ever heard. He had to pull out of Hannibal’s throat right then and breathe deeply.

“Again,” he held himself up by resting a hand on Hannibal’s head and shoulder.

It was more of a sob than anything else, but the words, “I’m sorry,” did finally come out of Hannibal’s mouth before he practically collapsed into Will. His lips landed somewhere on the hard, throbbing length so he took his time pressing sloppy kisses up and down. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He let it rest heavy on his cheek so he could kiss Will’s balls.

Will’s head leaned back with a big pleasured smile. “That’s it.” He let this continue until Hannibal was again growing desperate in his movements against his shoe. “That’s right, cry on my cock.” When he decided Hannibal had finally had enough, he picked his foot up to rub his heavy bulge.

“You want up?”

Hannibal didn’t stop his mouth’s works, but he quit apologizing and his eyes shot up to meet Will’s hopefully. “Are you going to let me fuck you?” he sniffed in between kitten licks.

“Are you gonna cry yourself to sleep if I don’t?”

“Probably,” he answered simply, giving another big wet kiss.

Will hummed in pretend consideration. He knew damn well he had every intention of making Hannibal stretch and milk him until they both passed out.

“You gonna behave if I do? Give it to me how I need?” Hannibal gave a bitchy moan and nodded against his balls. Will’s hand on the back of head fisted into his hair. “I’m fucking serious, Hannibal. No playing around, I’m not in the mood to be teased. You either fuck me the way I tell you to or I’ll tie you down and ride you until only I cum. Understood?”

Truthfully, despite Hannibal’s cruelty earlier, Will wasn’t sure he had what it takes to send him to bed like that. He imagined pitiful little sobs, Hannibal humping him while he dreamt. Will would never be able to sleep.

“Yes Will, I promise. Anything.” The desperate cracks in his voice were enough to at last convince Will to show mercy.

Will thumbed at the tears still falling and took a few deep breaths to encourage Hannibal to do the same. Each one was accompanied by another pitiful thrust of his hips. Will held direct eye contact with him as he slowly removed his suit jacket. Hannibal’s mouth grew more sloppy as Will’s tie was next to go. He grew especially rowdy watching him undo each button, slowly and silently, all the while watching Hannibal hump and preen.

“Take the rest off,” he commanded.

Hannibal didnt have to be told twice, making quick work of the shoe he wasn’t currently finding friction on. Still, he seemed a bit confused when it was time for him to stop being a puppy for long enough to get Will’s pants and the other shoe off, leaving him standing in only the brown lacy lingerie. The garter was crooked from being rubbed on by Hannibal’s face through his clothing, and the underwear was tucked just under his balls to give Hannibal full access.

He eagerly took advantage, and resumed rubbing the front of his body against Will legs as he suckled on the underside of his cock. He messily drooled and spat. “Want your hole, Will.”

“Get up and take it.” Hannibal moaned and nodded in response, but couldn’t seem to get up. He was still too busy smearing a sticky mess around with his face.

It took Will tugging on his hair before Hannibal complied, and their hips and mouths met at the same time. Will groaned at the luxurious fabric of Hannibal’s dress pants caressing his hard dick.

He has no idea how they make it to the bedroom. He thinks they might have both been fighting for dominance, but then they were both moaning like sluts. At one point he thought they wouldn’t make it and would fuck right there in the hallway floor. Hannibal, however, seemed renewed with motivation to take care of his cock with Will’s pretty body, and was already squeezing and spreading his cheeks as they fell onto the bed together.

He rambled to Will about how beautiful he was, how he’d waited so long and worked so hard to be able to have him like this every night. “Oh my little doll. Please let me have you.” He was nuzzling his face anywhere he had access to Will, drinking in his scent. Completely useless for anything other than humping his covered dick against Will’s and rubbing his ass.

Will’s grunt sounded whinier than he meant for it to. “Gonna cum in your pants again if we don’t get those clothes off,” he panted.

“Do it,” Hannibal leaned back and whined, holding his arms out. Will would have normally rolled his eyes if it wasn’t so frustratingly cute. He sat up to help the poor thing.

Hannibal wasn’t much help, sitting on top of him moaning, but eventually his top half was bare and Will was sucking hot kisses into his skin as he worked on his belt next. He thrashed around, trying to help Will work his pants down and free his cock. He was stripped completely for all of half a second before he was attacking Will again.

Lying flat with Hannibal on top, they both moaned and whined and kissed and writhed against each other. At one point Hannibal reached down and tucked his swollen dick under the garter on Will’s thigh, jacking off with it. This finally snapped Will out of his haze.

“Take my panties off, baby,” he murmured against Hannibal’s forehead. He heard a sweet little noise and closed his eyes to relax while Hannibal struggled to comply. It would have gone a lot smoother if he’d been able to control his own body long enough to slide off Will’s and do as he was told.

Once he wiggled them down far enough, Will kicked them off his ankles. Both naked aside from a few scraps of brown lace around Will’s hips and thighs, they reached for each other greedily.

Will rolled his hips up and their tips met deliciously, causing Hannibal to jerk back. “No, Will it’s…” he whined.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Will asked, trying to hide a cocky smile by kissing him.

Hannibal buried his face in his neck. “Feels… too sensitive.” He’d already cum earlier humping Will’s jeans, then had come home to do nothing but hump his shoe and now Will’s own hard cock.

“Aw sweetheart,” Will mockingly kissed his forehead. “You think putting it inside dolly will make it feel better?”

Hannibal whined and nuzzled him further, nodding. “Look at me, pretty boy.” Hannibal sniffed and did as told, leaning into Will’s hand petting his face. “What did we learn today?”

Hannibal, his brilliant, intelligent Hannibal, couldn’t do anything but look at him with dazzled eyes and mumble.

“Learned to treat our toys nicely, right? That way we get what we want sooner. You acted spoiled and took what you wanted all day but still ended up with sore, needy cock, didn’t you?” His parental tone would have felt condescending coming from anyone other than Will. Instead it just made Hannibal feel young; small in the way that meant he needed a caretaker for once. He needed to be taught these lessons and spoiled rotten at the same time.

“Still not even satisfied.” Will lovingly caressed Hannibal’s face. “Greedy boy, still rubbing on me and asking me to squeeze your cock.” Hannibal’s eyes rolled back and he moaned out his agreement. Hot and raw, he still craved the heat and pressure of Will’s perfect body.

“I want it to hurt,” he all but cried.

And Will was all soothing hands and whispers. Hannibal was coddled and petted on the whole time Will popped a finger in his mouth and reached down to prep himself.

“Okay honey, come on, it’s right here.” He tried to guide Hannibal’s hips so he was lined up at his entrance. The older man was completely out of it, moving heavily and slowly. Whispers of please and my Will and need to cum fell from his lips. “Take what you need.”

Hannibal’s sloppy movements and frustrated grunts meant it took several tries to fit the head of his cock in. He pushed and whined, Will gasped and tried to reach between them to help but Hannibal covered him with his whole body. All he could do was wrap his legs around Hannibal’s waist and wiggle his hips.

“Put it in baby, you can do it.” A final cry from both of them and he did. Hannibal sunk his cock into the tight warmth, squeaked in delight and discomfort into Will’s mouth. Will groaned freely as he adjusted, running fingers through soft hair and hands over chiseled back.

Hannibal didn’t so much as thrust as he did push himself repeatedly against Will’s bottom. When he tried to pull out, he shuddered at the lack of heat.

Will’s smile returned at the sight of Hannibal still being too completely useless to do anything but hump him, as he had all day. The younger man met his hips with his own, hoping to encourage Hannibal to fuck him properly. Each pitiful thrust forward massaged Will’s prostate with more pressure than usual as his boyfriend practically laid on top of him.

“That’s it, pretty baby,” Will barely breathed. “Gonna make your dolly cum.” He was so close he ached. Hannibal had him stretched so perfectly and had his cock sliding between their messy stomachs. Soaked in sweat and precum, they bucked and moaned into each others mouths.

Will felt his balls tightening and his hole clenched around Hannibal in reaction. “Will,” he purred, cheeks melded together. He grabbed Will’s ass to force him up to meet each bounce of his own hips. “Love my dolly. My Will, mine, mine, mine.”

Will was sent flying over the edge before he realized what was happening. “Ohh yes that’s what I want,” Hannibal whined. “Squeeze dolly, please. Just like that, cum on me.” He lifted up a little so he could feel hot ropes of cum shooting onto their stomachs, sliding around with their squirming.

Will couldn’t stop if he wanted to, Hannibal’s desperation finally wearing him down. He needed all of Hannibal’s pleasure, right now. His fingers gripped Hannibal’s hair with diminishing strength. “Fill me up, honey. Give me yours, too.”

Amidst hopeless rutting and senseless rambling, Hannibal did just that. Each throb of his length was met by the tightening of Will’s hole. Each spurt that filled him made his own spent cock throb between them.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Will soothed his hands down the back of Hannibal’s body, half out of it and whispering to himself. “It’s okay.”

Hannibal gave the most pitiable moans, holding onto Will as tightly as he could for comfort. Even as his body began to slow, his head floated further into space. He didn’t fight it. Instead, he let himself be babied and cooed at. There were no dark thoughts echoing around his mind, no bad memories or stressful workdays or rude people. There was only his Will, who he had salivated over for years, now hugged tightly to his entire body and wrapped lovingly around his softening cock.

He was, well and truly, blissed out.

Will kissed all over Hannibal’s face and whispered praise. Promised to get him cleaned up and tucked into bed. Hannibal’s sweet face broke into a smile, and let himself be loved on for a long while.

After some time, he burrowed further into Will. “I’m sorry I was bad today.” The uplifted lips against Will’s skin told him the opposite, but his heart broke a little anyway.

He rolled his eyes and rubbed the older man’s back, groaning. “Oh, you weren’t bad, honey,” he conceded with a kiss to Hannibal’s temple. “I’ve just let you get too spoiled, is all.”

Hannibal huffed a sheepish laugh, though not at all ashamed. “You like spoiling me.”

“I love spoiling you,” he corrected. Hannibal’s smile grew. “And I love that your bratty ass thinks that you own me when it’s really the other way around.”

Still grinning, Hannibal opened his mouth to rest his teeth around the soft spot of Will’s neck. It made them both immediately relax further into their embrace. “Mine,” Hannibal kissed.

“Yours, baby,” Will hugged him closer. Still connected and eyes closed, they laid there. Both were content to stay until the sun came up and set for three days straight, but eventually Hannibal’s whispered conversation stopped and his breathing slow. Will’s instinct to get him taken care of and put to bed comfy and warm kicked in, so he did just that.

They gave lazy kisses and whispers of adoration until they drifted to sleep, both drunk and spoiled on each other.

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I had a rather angst idea for a Good Dad Bruce au. One where he actually loves his kids and Jason never died (they still took Tim in because they found him taking pictures of them on patrol) and everyone is a lot healthier. The family spends time together and while they do squabble, like all families, they don't fight like they do in canon.

Then one day, they get an alert that the cave has been broken into and when they rush to check it out, they find.... Tim? Which shouldn't be possible as Tim is following behind Bruce and was literally at breakfast with everyone else. The new Tim's head snaps up when they enter and he just sighs, "Damn it, I was hoping to avoid you guys. Well, Multiversal Code Lima Omega Sigma Tango. Is that still the code here?" Which is the Bat code for "someone fucked up and sent me through a multiverse portal and now I gotta get home". Before anyone can fully comprehend what's going on with New Tim, he turns back to the Batcomputer, where he's currently pulling up information on Zatanna and Constantine.

Bruce walks over to the computer, worried about this version of his son being lost so far from home and says, "well help you get home. Do you know what world you're from?" And Tim simply raises an eyebrow and says, "oh. Is this one of *those* dimensions? How annoying. You can help by getting me some coffee, keeping Bat Brat and Hood away from me, and I'll be out of your hair soon enough. I won't even be here long enough to make your paranoia to bad if things go right."

All that is. Rather concerning. Especially because none if them have Hood in their names. Of course these Healthy Bats insist on helping New Tim out for as much as he will let them. It can be noted that he only accepts food from Alfred, Steph, and Cass and only drink from them and Dick. Anything Jason, Bruce, or Damian tries to give him is completely ignored, Tim acting like it isn't even there. He also is isn't refusing to interact with Damian and Jason but unlike the others, he won't say anything to them until they say something first.

Eventually Damian snaps and says, "Drake, why are you ignoring myself and Jason?!" Tim simply slowly places the tablet he was typing on down and turns to Damian and Jason who are a little pissed and also worried about Tim and why he's acting the way he is. After a deep breath, Tim says, "simply by observing I can tell that our families are extremely different. For example, both of you get along very well with your Tim. It is not so on my world. I will not go into details for all of our sakes, but both of you have made *multiple* attempts on my life. I don't blame either of you and things have been almost peaceful recently. I don't blame either of them, it's simply instinct for them. But that doesn't erase the fact that someone with each of your faces has nearly killed me at least 5 times *each*. I understand that it wasn't you two who did it, but I would still rather not become complacent around any version of either of you to avoid becoming complacent around them. So just. Stay away from me." Tim then turns back to what he was doing and resumes research on how to get back to his own world.

Jason is shocked and horrified that any version of himself would make any attempt on Tim's life, let alone almost half a dozen! He snarls, "what do you mean it's *instinct* for them? What, is only one person allowed to be in the family at a time or some bullshit?!"

Tim and Jason go back and forth a few times with Tim refusing to explain fully, simply calling it Instincts and everyone calling bullshit on that until Tim snaps, scales spreading across his hands and face as his pupils become slits and a hood flares out of his neck that was previously hidden. In a blink, Tim has become some kind of human animal hybrid as he hisses, "because I'm a Viper, Jason is a Hawk, and Damian is a Mongoose!! They naturally hunt my kind, I don't blame them for not trusting me or attacking me if I don't warn them that I'm there! I don't blame either of them for trying to kill me on sight the first two times each of them met because I'm a Cobra!" Once Tim settles down he pinches the bridge of his nose and deshifts back to fully human as he grumbles, "I apologize. I shouldn't have snapped like that just. Just leave it."

Jason and Damian attacking him on instinct is all a lie. They just don't want to accept Tim into the family and this is an easy way to excuse any murder attempts. If Bruce or Dick catches them, they just lie through their teeth that Thr Pit makes it harder to control the more instinct driven side of them, or its lingering effects from whatever Rouge they got Poisoned by last, or Tim was shifted and didn't warn them when he walked up. Sure it's fine for everyone else in the family, hell in 99% of the world its considered perfectly OK to be shifted at all times, or at least it is for animal hybrids like mice and birds and dogs, but not as much for Spiders, Snakes, and Pathners.

As for what the rest of Snake Tim's family is, Bruce is some kind of Fancy Dog (as was his mother) and when he's Batman he fluffy up and puts temporary dye in his fur to look like a Rottweiler or Doberman, Dick is a Swan who used basically spray on hair dye that Bruce made special for his feathers so people thought he was a Robin Shifter, Jason is a Hawk who's wings got the same treatment, Tim is a King Cobra like his mom but when on patrol he keeps the hood hidden and chews black gum so the inside of his mouth looks black like a Mamba's, and Damian is a Mongoose like Ras and Talia but the public thinks he's a ferret. Steph is either a Possum or a Raccoon and makes jokes about having switched animals with Tim as birth. Cass is a black panther who loves the groom her family.

Shifter AU!!!!!!

I was not expecting that, so I was pleasantly surprised ^^

Snake comparisons for Tim are underutilized and beloved. I'd be down to see way more of them. As for this AU, I'm curious about what seems to be Shifter-ism (not sure if there's a better word for that), their instincts, and how often Jason and Damian get away with attacking Tim. Are they at least doing better now? It seems that Tim is weary of them, that they attacked him even with full control of their actions, but that he doesn't blame them.

Also, is one of Tim's instincts to take naps in sunny spots? Is he slower when he's cold?

For the cover-up that Tim did, it was brilliant. He crafted a perfectly logical reason for why they would attack him (especially for Bats who are presumably unfamiliar with shifter instincts and thus unable to call him out).

[ozai-the-bonsai]

Cry for the Moon

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 |

Pairing: Zuko x firebender!reader

Warnings: none

A/N: We are about to arrive at the Crossroads of Destiny and I am so freaking excited for it!!! Ever since I have started working on this story, I have been daydreaming from time to time about what I wanted to do once they all go back to the Fire Nation - which will be happening soon enough ^.^ hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Once again, the amber eyes full of sorrow, disappointment and fury appeared out in the dark the moment he closed his eyes. Zuko took a deep breath as he stood up from where he lied on the deck and walked towards the railings. Everyone else was deep in sleep.

The look of disgust on his face was almost shouting out how much he hated being on that damned ferry. He hated being a refuge, and he hated having to eat disgusting leftovers. He was sick of everything that had been happening to him lately. But still, none of those haunted him the way she did.

Ever since their encounter, Zuko hadn’t been able to get any sleep without the ghost of her words hanging around his neck as if it was some heavy rope. He had long known how heartbreaking it should have been for her, hearing those harsh words from him; however, what he had encountered that day was way worse than what he had been anticipating.

She wasn’t only heartbroken – no. She was angry, disappointed, and most importantly, she had been lying to herself for the last three years. It had never occurred to Zuko that she would, at some point, make herself believe that everything had been a lie. That Zuko had never really loved her. That everything had been part of a plan.

And the worse part – it did hurt him, knowing she had so little trust in his love for her so that she had managed to make herself believe in such a huge lie for the last three years.

Being replaced by Azula was enough to make Zuko feel all different kinds of green because of jealousy, and knowing how his place was being filled only made everything even more unbearable. It felt like a nightmare from which he couldn’t wake up, no matter how hard he would try.

What if there is someone else? The poisonous thoughts slowly crept into Zuko’s mind as his eyes got lost inside the dark, deep waters of the sea. I knew it would be inevitable the moment I left her behind but I never thought how real this could get.

The truth was, Zuko didn’t know whether he could bear seeing her with someone else, finding comfort in someone’s arms other than his. During his banishment, he avoided this very thought every time it tried to come out into the light from that dark, dusty corner it was hidden. He didn’t let himself consider such a possibility; however, now knowing that she had made herself believe she had been never really loved by him, it could very well be the case that she was already over him.

Even the simplest thought about it was enough to bring Zuko on the verge of throwing up.

Shaking his head, the Banished Prince wrapped his arms around his torso, slowly heading back to where he was sleeping before. I need to get some more sleep, he thought as he laid himself down on the hard floor once more that night. I don’t know how long I can go on like this.

[POV Change]

“You were wrong, though. I did love you. Every single day.”

Hearing Azula call out your name made you come back to reality as you straightened your back while riding your mongoose lizard. Ever since you faced Zuko, you were being haunted by the last words he said. Whenever you were left alone with your thoughts, his voice kept echoing in your ears, driving you crazy.

“What did you say, Azula?” You asked, causing the Princess to roll her eyes at you.

“I said that we have caught up with the Avatar.” She said and frowned. “Have you been daydreaming again?”

Ty Lee chuckled upon seeing the way you averted Azula’s gaze. “Azula, don’t get mad – she is simply missing her boyfriend!”

You winked at Ty Lee. “See, she gets it!” You spoke playfully and turned your gaze to meet Azula’s. “We haven’t been apart this long before – it is kind of difficult to get used to.”

Every single time, you ended up more amused with your lying skills and how naturally it came to you.

Azula rolled her eyes once more.

“Why didn’t you bring him with you?” Ty Lee asked curiously, completely unaware of how stupid her question sounded, which made you realise that she hadn’t met Shuzi at all – she did run away before you started dating him.

Azula and you ended up laughing before responding to Ty Lee’s question. “Oh, sorry – it’s just, when you know Shuzi, such a question sounds way too funny.” You said as you took a deep breath. “He is a total sweetheart, but he cannot fight – I think he would have a heart attack if he had to face the earthbender girl traveling with the Avatar.”

“We cannot allow anyone to weigh us down on this mission,” Azula added. “So, he wasn’t even invited in the first place.”

“Oh,” Ty Lee’s cheeks carried a light shade of pink, she probably felt silly for asking such a dumb question. “I just… I never thought you would be with someone who isn’t as much of a fighter as you are.”

Azula sent you an I-told-you-so look. “See, she gets it!” She repeated what you said earlier, causing you to roll your eyes this time. “Wait until you see him, Ty Lee – she can do much better and she insists on not acknowledging that she is settling for less!”

It was common knowledge that Azula never approved your relationship with Shuzi. She didn’t hate him, of course, but she didn’t like him either. At first, you found it quite annoying that she criticized him all the damn time; however, after understanding the reason behind it, her words stopped annoying you.

This was Azula’s way of showing that she cared about you, and she wanted you to have the best. Hence, seeing you settling for less didn’t really make her happy.

Ty Lee shrugged. “I mean, she did do better.” She said casually, completely ignoring the fact that Mai was still there with you. “I believe it is quite hard to find someone better than the Crown Prince himself, right?”

“Well,” you spoke with a cold tone. “The said jerk isn’t coming home anytime soon.”

“And even if he did come home, I don’t believe you would forgive him just like that.” Azula said as she snapped her fingers. You simply nodded.

Mai tried to shift the subject back to Shuzi to avoid feeling more uncomfortable than she already did. “I never understood what you see in Shuzi in the first place.”

The edge of your lips curled upwards as you thought about how happy he made you, which pushed away all those weird feelings Zuko and the remnants of your past relationship had been stirring within you. “He just… makes me happy. He loves me so much and he does everything he can to make me happy. Also, he is super sweet, and we spend the best of times when we are together.” Sending a quick look at Mai, you raised an eyebrow at her. “Was that enough reason for you?”

Carrying the same old indifference on her, the raven-haired girl shrugged. “Whatever.”

Azula cleared her throat. “What I understand from what you have just said is that he indeed loves you, but you don’t really love him, do you?” Her words made you frown as you waited for her to elaborate more on what she was pointing at. “If he stopped spoiling you and making you happy, you wouldn’t let him hang around much longer – correct me if I’m wrong.”

To your relief, your eyes found the Avatar’s flying bison before you had to answer Azula’s question. She had touched a point which you had been carefully avoiding ever since you went on this mission with her and, to be honest, you didn’t really intend to think about it for now. The topic was complicated, you feared the conclusion you could come to, and more importantly, you had the feeling that it could somehow lead up to starting an internal discussion about your past with Zuko.

I don’t have time for this.

“Ladies, that is enough gossip for today.” You said as you pointed at the flying bison. “We have found them.”

Azula’s amber eyes shone with victory as she started to move her arms in a circular motion. Not long after, lightning stroke the tree near the flying bison, causing it to fall down and block the path. “My, my, you are easy to find.” Azula was speaking mainly to the Avatar but he wasn’t to be seen, yet. “It is really astounding that my brother hasn’t captured you yet.”

As you all arrived by bison on your mongoose lizards, a group of girls came into sight. They were in bright green kimonos with black, torso armour and dark green pants. However, the most prominent feature of their look was their unique make-up: their whole face was painted in white other than their red lips and the red paint over their eyes, lined up by black paint as well. It slowly came to your attention that they were all carrying different kinds of golden head pieces.

Wait a second, I think I have seen this kind of face paint before… Was it in one of my books?

The girls suddenly took a v-formation and with a swift movement, they all reached for their fans while activating their shields which carried the Earth Kingdom insignia. “What do you want with us?” The girl standing on the front spoke, she seemed to be the leader.

“Who are you?” Azula asked with a condescending tone. “The Avatar’s fan girls?”

Ty Lee started giggling as soon as she got the joke. “Oh, I get it. Good one, Azula!”

The leader spoke with a strong voice. “If you are looking for the Avatar, you are out of luck.”

You didn’t bother hiding the shocked expressing appearing on your face. Why is the Avatar not travelling with his bison in the first place? This doesn’t make any sense.

Unless… They are separated.

Mai sighed. “I knew this was a waste of time,” she muttered with her voice as lifeless as ever.

Azula raised an eyebrow. “No Avatar, huh? Well, that’s okay.” As she jumped off the mongoose lizard, she firebended at the flying bison. “Any friend of the Avatar is an enemy of mine!”

Taking the hint, you jumped off your lizard as well, following Azula into the fight. While you used your firebending to create a giant fireball, the fighter girls protected the bison by moving their shields together. However, they weren’t ready for the heavy fireball coming right at them with full speed – your attack ended up knocking them all from their feet.

At the meanwhile, Mai pinned one of the girls to a tree. “You are so colourful; it is making me nauseous!” She complained loudly while throwing a bunch of darts at another one. The girl reached for her sword just in time to deflect the darts; however, she ended up getting chi-blocked by Ty Lee.

“You are not prettier than we are!” Ty Lee shouted at the girl.

You rolled your eyes at Ty Lee as you performed a backwards flip in the air, all the while firing blasts from your fists and your feet around you. The edge of your lips curled upwards as you heard one of the girls screaming and falling facedown onto the ground.

“By the way,” you spoke cooly while looking at the almost unconscious girl with the burnt kimono. “That is one really ugly shade of green.”

The leader of the fighter girls deflected another blast from Azula, which ended up setting the fallen tree on fire. The flying bison started acting in a frightened way upon seeing the fire, causing you to raise an eyebrow as you approached Azula.

“Afraid of fire?” You asked, only to earn a small chuckle from Azula.

“That is good,” the Princess said while looking at the bison. “You should be.”

[Time Skip]

You kept looking at their awfully familiar makeup as the prisoners were carefully put onboard the tank train. The itching in your brain was enough sign to tell you that you knew who (or what) these girls were – you just couldn’t remember it! Their makeup seemed to remind you of someone else, some famous Earth Kingdom person who also wore a similar kimono and used fans for airbending…

Your amber eyes widened with realisation. Airbending?!

“I know!” You almost shouted without noticing, causing the leader of the warriors to leap up in her place. She was going to be the last to board the tank train since Azula wanted her to see all the others being dragged in, one by one. This was one of her strategies to break the leader’s strength. “Azula, these are the Kyoshi Warriors!”

The Princess turned to look at you with a frown on her face. “Oh, that explains the… interesting makeup.” She muttered, earning a nod from you. “But aren’t they supposed to live on an island?”

With a sceptic look in your eyes, you turned your look to the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors. “Indeed, they are supposed to be on the Kyoshi Island near Southern Watertribe, not on the way to Ba Sing Se.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you asked her. “What are you and your friends doing here?”

The hatred in her blue eyes was so dense that it could materialise any second. “Because some of your friends burnt down our village while hunting down the Avatar!” She spit out the words as if they were venom. “We then decided to help out the others here, in Earth Kingdom, who also had their fair share of the brutality of the Fire Nation!”

You had a feeling that this friend could be someone you knew. “Do you remember who exactly burnt down your village?” You asked, completely ignoring her latest remark. “I can guarantee you, none of us have been anywhere near Kyoshi Island lately.”

She shook her head as she closed her eyes tightly. “I don’t know his name – he had this weird ponytail and a scar on his face.”

“Yep,” you said as you turned to face Azula. “Definitely Zuko.”

The Princess rolled her eyes.

After the guards took the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors also inside, Azula spoke to you with a low voice and a naughty shimmer in her amber eyes. “I think I know how I am going to conquer Ba Sing Se.”

Your jaw dropped upon hearing her words, you immediately stopped in your tracks and turned to face the Princess. “How to… what?!” It was hard to tell whether she was being serious or sarcastic. “Ba Sing Se?”

Azula placed one of her hands on your shoulder. “You have read all about these Kyoshi Warriors, right?” You nodded. “Then you must also know whether they would be trusted allies to the Earth King.”

Still not getting her point, you frowned while you searched for all the information you had about the Kyoshi Warriors in your memory. “As far as I know, these girls are an elite order of female warriors with no official loyalty to any nation – they just care about protecting their homeland.” Placing your hand under your chin, you dove deeper into your thoughts. “However, considering Kyoshi Island is formally part of Earth Kingdom, I can imagine they could arrange an audience with the Earth King without much difficulty.”

A satisfied smile formed on Azula’s lips. “Excellent,” she said as she pulled you behind herself into the tank train. “I guess the kimono of their leader should fit me – what do you say?”

[Time Skip]

To your left and right were guards in Earth Kingdom uniform, they all stood in a single line without letting their gaze leave you and the others. You didn’t remember feeling that observed your whole life and the feeling wasn’t exactly pleasant. It made you aware of every little thing your body did – from breathing to winking to the sweat forming on the nape of your neck.

Following the footsteps of the warrior in front of you, you realised how faster your heart started to beat as you came closer and closer to the Earth King.

“In our hour of need, it is with the highest honour that I welcome our esteemed allies, the Kyoshi Warriors!” The Earth King announced with great joy in his voice as you bowed down in front of him, just like the others.

The warrior in front of you raised her head to look at the Earth King. You and the other two girls followed her lead.

“We are the Earth King’s humble servants.” Azula spoke with an evil spark in her amber eyes.

[howitcouldgoes]

DEFO DEFO TAZ SPOILERS

So one of my favorite taz aus is what I call "the replacement au" or the "Lup Au" which is basically what if it was Taako who died or went missing and it was Magnus, Merle, and Lup working for the BOB

In which case that poses a lot of questions for each arc so lemme tell you my theories on how it would've gone

Here they be gerblins:

Lup has always had a horrible ache in her heart. She wouldn't call it depression but no matters how hard she tries to move on and forget. She has always felt something painful and missing in her heart. Like someone ripped out a huge half of it and left her with the rest. She's had this feeling all her lonely life as a single child and no matter what magic she used on herself or how many people she surrounded herself with... she couldn't escape that feeling... Magnus and Merle somehow helped though. Being the absolute dumbasses they are.

Lup finds herself flirting with barry blue jeans and disappointed he wont be joining them later-

Lup sees Taako's skeleton/corpse and takes the wizard hat and his glave(or whatever his magical weapon he made during their year of artificing was)

She feels drawn to the phoenix fire gauntlet and she teases about putting it on alot(before phandalin goes to shit), she also gives it a high five but she isnt dumb enough to put it on and understands how dangerous it is and how devestating the events that follow are

Lunar interlude one

Lucretia is baffled to see lup having taako's things on but thats not important

im gonna say Lup gets pretty similar things to taako since they are the same class(just different schools of magic)

She doesn't fuck with leon as much as taako does but she still does of course

Murder on the rock port limited:

They get on the train without charm person but of course theyre still "not who they appear to be" as merle keeps loudly insisting they kill the ticket guy

Lup respects angus but they dont get close as he does with Taako so instead Angus gets closer with Magnus though Lup does offer to teach angus some magic lessons

Smokes that crab

Pretty much all of the taako things except she might be a lil less dramatic about the drink cart

Petals to the metal

Lup and hurley are bffs dont even trip

Lup defo found Sloane attractive but backed off when she found out she was taken

also found captain captain bane attractive

a quip of "My type are hardcore nerds with those obnoxious spectacles and sexy science facts"

Lup either picks a mongoose mask or goes with a phoenix I imagine

She would threaten the guards to get into the hammerhead base at first but then switch up to help out Merle's plan - or she'd just straight up kill the last guy and hit em with the "I forgot about that"

Since theres no way to absorb the arcane core she makes it explode and it works just as well

You can assume she has taakos position in the car ride, but most likely she cannot summon Garyl and instead klaarg comes in and saves merle and later her

Red robe shows up and shes the only one who fucking remembers the director telling them about them and she is the only one to insist they dont listen to him

but they do anyway and she gets majorly suspicious

Small lunar interlude:

Fuck Lucas but not fuck him but yknow

Oh yeah the red robe? "I want to let you know I am the only one who actually remembered we should've bounced"

Crystal Kingdom

Oooh transmutation relic not her thing

She cooks tho

Lucretia? "That's such a cute ass name, I'm gonna start calling you Lucy"

can i also have a red suit

that pink thing looks like salt

Also in consensus Lucas in fact a huge asshole.

Actually answers buddy bots question/riddles within the first two minutes

Yeah ill go into the elevator world? Oh no cockroaches? Yeah Lup makes fun of merle for liking cockroaches and then kills the one he missed.

They meet N03ll3 which is great and all but what do you mean you keep picking up lich activity

Go into Lucas's room cause Lup disguises self

Ok I dont know what a lich is why do you keep harassing me

Merle loses an arm oh fuck

Also gonna kill Lucas

fine lets learn some science

oh its that red bitch again - Lup is only not running because her boys wanna hear this too and also this lich is like weirdly flirting with her

"It's... Lup, where did you get that hat?" "Oh this? I took it off of some skeleton on our first adventure." "... oh my god.. you.. you found him... you..."

Weird I just made this lich who was flirting with me upset about my dope ass hat

YEAH SHES BEEN WEARING TAAKOS WIZARD HAT THIS WHOLE ASS TIME

skipping a bit woah oil can time

woah the crystal guy is back and instead of merle being the most dangerous its Luuuuuup? Whyyyyy????

"Wait haven't I seen you before?" He asks Lup and she tilts her head. The crystal shakes his head. "Nevermind. one second-"

Guys hes calling me a lich or possessed by one what do I do

Kick ass, Not tentacling dick ew, lucas there you are - woah magnus

Oh its the grim reaper, No we are not being shipped together-

Lore

"And you, Lup. Are still dead." "... Sorry what-" "You're dead?" "Nah I still got my hit points, I mean I'm bruised and bloody but I'm still alive." "Yeah is this maybe another Lup... or...?" "No. She's a lich. She is an undead entity that must be locked away in the eternal stockade." "How about fuck that (tries to kick his ass)"

More lore

YoU ATE THE WHAT

Oh hi kravitz, can you look pass this posession if I promise to have someone free me? And if this lich leaves me so im not a vessel anymore you can come get it, trust "... I.. I cannot let a lich get out of my sight." "Bro I cannot fight you anymore." "Well, it would be more dangerous if you died but you refuse to come peacefully." "I dont think Im a lich I just think im posessed - we've done a lot of crazy shit in our adventures-" bla bla bla fine its settled

We'll debrief in a sec ig here lemme uhh. i dont have transmutation its so over , just shape the damn stone and idk someone else can do magic right?

Debriefing oh yeah the red robe was there, yeah i lowkey dont really trust you, ok fine i can settle

They dont talk about the deaths to lucy in canon but after the debriefing Lup gathers the boys up and talks to them "Hey so you know how he called me an undead evil lich. so like... lets not tell the director and merle can you like perform an exorcism or something just to see if its true?" "Uh I have detective good and evil?" "Dope." And NOTHING HAPPENS BECAUSE LUP ISNT EVIL- but merle does detect some necromantic energy radiating off her whole being but he doesnt have like a spell to fix her so theyre like lets not worry about it rn

Lunar interlude

Alright angus this is magic, cooking? Why the fuck would i teach you how to cook

Ok you got me i grew up by myself in a lonesome life as a vendor but i didnt cook or anything I just spent my whole life doing side jobs and saving people. yeah fire is my speciality but like i wouldnt recommend it for you cause its literally fire. and youre a kid.

Whered I get the glave? A skeleton from a cave. He was wearing a red robe so lowkey maybe im possessed by his spirit but like... doubt.

Eleventh hour

I believe in you ango

woah we're here

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU FIGHTING THE WORMS LEAVE THEM ALONE THEYRE JUST BABIES

alright lets get this bread - bye avi - hello clay perosn. roswell? ok Wow that statue sure is red what the fuck

"This is bad.. this is a bad thing i did." Yeah I kept it.

Hi Cassidy im sure we can be besties

woah earthquake

Lets go in the inn, oh hello pretty elf lady, ok she doesnt care about me wdym you know magnus - guys wait dont make me talk to her alone

"Why do you live in a bubble?" "Lup." "WHAT?"

I wanna meet paloma fuck you guys

I will go to town on these scones, you need gold can I trade you anything else

I can hardly remember these goddamn loops so lets assume that lup and taako do alot of the same shit except she doesnt steal any of this shit -

Put him in a bubble... ok-

Hi Istus, What's this? Not a bag of holding? "This item... has the ability to bring back anyone from the dead, as long as they have been deceased for at least over a decade." "Oh this could be useful for all the guys you killed!" "Yeah!" "Well... you could save it too but... yes I suppose so?" "But only for over a decade." "Why the fuck is that so specific?" "STOP SWEARING IN FRONT OF CHRISTMAS" "ITS ISTUS"

Ok get that cup

Fuck you issak

WOAH ITS THE CUP BACKSTORY TIME; Besides the long periods of static and weirdly fuzzy childhood, Lup's biggest regret in her life? Well she didn't have anything really. She didn't put any of her skills to good use.. except once. She was performing her evocation magic for money and it got out of hand. She seriously injured an innocent person that resulted in their death. "Lup... that is your biggest regret. But it hasn't happened yet. If you claim me, we can go back and save that life. They would have never died. We can go back and save them."

thats the best i can do

Lup probably takes the longest to think this over because she cant handle the fact she murdered an innocent but Magnus's speak of "Tell me what happens if we dont do this" convinces her to stay

DONT KILL THE WORM YOU BITCHES, LISTEN TO JUNE

FREEDOM

Oh fuck its that red robe again - no we dont fucking trust you

"You don't... You don't trust me...?" He looks to Lup, and floats down to her level. Despite his occasional flattery and softness when he speaks to her, lowering himself and looking her in the eye pulls at something invisible in her heart. Something she hasn't felt in forever. "Lup...? You don't trust me?" "I don't even know you." The red robe whispers some more things and electricity flies off of him as he vanishes.

Hi Paloma oh a vision? "In your hour of greatest need, you will receive help from the forgotten one."

Ok back home - oh fuck IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER?

Lets fight? OK!

Lunar interlude

Date at the chug n squeeze? Wrong. Battle of the century. Almost.

Lup v Kravitz the two face off with Kravitz just trying to knock Lup out so he can safely transfer her into the astral plane without her dying

Lup, who doesnt think shes a lich, is just trying not to die.

They dont do this on the moon, they do this in neverwinter

IS THAT THE FUCKING RED ROBE?

As he saves you. As you're down you feel something phase through you as a red robe walks through your body and presents itself in front of Kravitz. He emits that same electricity off of his body and Kravitz looks baffled but only rifts a hole into the astral plane. "You're coming with me." As the battle is only beginning the red robe whispers to you, Lup; "Run."

PURCHASES THE RAGING FLAMING POISONING SWORD OF DOOM

Suffering game

Hey lucy, oh youre not fifty? Oh thats lowkey kind of fucked "Luckily as an elf i dont think i have to worry about that... sorry-"

Maggy where the fuck are you going

I feel like Lup would either follow magnus or magnus would defo ask Lup to help break out robi, so she does.

MAGNUS YOU FUCKING KILLED THEM-

Oh fuck get me out of here fighting these monsters

Lord artemis sterling and his bodyguards... cool.. ok

nvm lydia is hot

Ok this sucks

Lup gets the same sacrifices as Taako, so she takes the bad luck, shes fine with losing some life, hands? No Im not giving you my hand, fuck. MY APPEARENCE...? Yeah i dont care.

Chooses trust instead of forsake.

"Why should this person chose you?" "Uhh... Cause I'm hot as fuck." *applauds*

SAVES MAGNUS OFC - Oh is that the grim reaper? So Lup actually does try to save Kravitz cause lowkey she wants to be on good terms with him

Is that the red robe-

WE'RE TRUSTING HIM NOW????

her ghost looks ... weird.

Its nearly impossible to kill Edward, except when he's a lich. So. That's actually when Lup gets an idea. And she dies. Like full on explodes herself.

LICH LUP WOOOOOO

As soon as Lup is free from her body, her very very death and actually burning corpse. Everything hits her very slowly and soon all at once. So instead of killing edward immediately Lup instantly panics and starts to lose her cool... until "Lup?" She hears Barry's voice. It's not her anchor but it's enough to remind her of the situation at hand.

Lup destroys edward, so lydia destroys magnus's body

As Magnus sees Lup's liches form he isn't surprised, because he remembers when Lup sat down and told them all(?) about her and ... somebody's decision to become a lich... WAIT WHAT

Lup demands more answers from Barry and Magnus does the same, Barry is more sweet about it to Lup than Magnus

Merle is looking at Lup and Barry with upmost confusion and WHAT IS GOING ON????

To Barry's cave! Hey why is there two pods here

"So... I'm really glad actually, Lup, that you're here. And you're back... and as much as i wanna stop the end of the world to kiss you... We gotta move. We both saved what we could from our corporeal forms - mine is a bit more fresh but yours is back from the [starblaster]... so ... I actually don't know what you'll remember but youre gonna need it if we wanna get back on that moon base and confront Lucretia."

Merle can't hear anything and he is so confused, Magnus can understand this all and contiens demanding answers- before they both enter the tank, Magnus gets Lup's outfit while Merle pulls out deniem blue jeans AND WAIT BARRY AS IN BARRY BLUE JEANS?? beFORE THEY DO THIS

Lup looks to Barry and asks where Taako is. The name sounds familiar to Magnus, but his head is splitting in two before he can remember such a person. Barry can't bring himself to reply so he simply tells Lup he isn't sure but he doesn't have high hopes.

As they both go into their own tanks, Barry doesnt know anybody or anything. Lup steps out and she throws on her outfit and demands answers from magnus and merle of what happened after she died. "Am I a lich? Am I posessed? IS THAT BARRY?" And why is barry still so goddamn attractive?

Barry looks at Lup like shes the love of his life and actually starts being timid and nervous around her

Magnus tries explaining but once its all static the idea of another void fish comes to mind... PLANNING

BACK TO THE MOON BASE

heres the relic, magnus is dead, fuck you.

Oh hi angus, the truth? uhhhh i guess we can tell you oh is that zone of truth. dammit barry-

SECOND VOID FISH?

Oh my god........ my brother is dead. Taako is dead.

Hi Lucy, "I'm gonna fucking kill you now." But Barry holds Lup back as her fire wall is pathetic against her shield.

"I'm so sorry Lup but.. the pain was too unbearable. Taako.. Taako is gone. And he's not coming back."

Story and Song

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT-

As all hope seems lost after Lup remembers the other half of her heart, Barry and Lup are refusing to die because they cant be liches forever. They dont have anything to go back to-

She remembers Paloma's prophecy, and Istus's gift. It's a simple ritual - a simple spell and only thinking of her brother she casts it. And Lup almost loses it again when nothing happens.

It takes too much but Lucretia is the one who channels a spell to crush these beats in their own shield before she vanishes. ANd now we gotta do other shit yay

Lup and Barry and sent to find the ship but she can't bring herself to do so... "I... I know we're supposed to save the world and everything Barry but... but what's the point... without Taako here with us?"

Barry does what he can to comfort his fiance before he notices the sphere of black glass. "Listen.. do you remember in lucas's lab when we was going over everything?" "Ye.. yeah?" Barry takes a breath to elaborate but Lup cuts him off. "Barry you know transumtation isn't my school of magic." "I know but..." He points to the glave she's holding. "It's his."

And with that they feather fall down and give it a try.

While Barry begins to fight for his life - with the help of Lucas who joins them, Lup continuously tries and fails to open this portal. She slams her head against her own creation and curses Taako for not being here. How is she supposed to go on when Taako is gone? And she didn't even get to grieve? Or say goodbye? And why did Istus lie to her?

And then a rift in space opens. And there he is. Taako appears in his red robe without his hat or his weapon. Lup feels a hand on her shoulder suddenly as she hears her brother's voice say "Don't worry Lulu, I have magical powers." And when he touches his weapon to the sphere it's like an explosion goes off.

"Taako! Where'd you open that portal to?!" "The Astral Plane."

When Lup sees Kravitz (and he looks fucking awful.) behind him she suddenly flips out; "ARE YOU DATING THE GRIM REAPER?" "SHUT UP"

But it doesn't last long before Lup embraces Taako tightly.

TAAKO ONLY CAME BACK BECAUSE MEREL RECONNECTED WITH THE GODS BTW SO ISTUS COULDNT HOLD UP HER END OF THE DEAL UNTIL SHE WAS BACK-

OK SHIP TIME WE GET TOGETHER EVERYONE IS PISSED AT LUCRETIA BUT as theyre discussing the science behind it she suddenly offers, looking at the tres horny boys briefly that there is a third option. Thanks Paloma.

Taako stays on the plane to fight while Lup, sure she wont lose him again, kicks the hungers ass.

Epilogue, everything is pretty much the same because lup doesnt wanna run a school for magic and now that taako was apparently routing for lup in the astral plane the whole time shes off the hook

THE END YAYAYAYA

EDIT I KNOW I HAVE MORE WOOHOO:

Why does Taako die? Why does he care?

Well, Taako knew he couldn't just rely on a dance to cheer up Lup - so Taako decided he was going to do something good and destroy his sister's relic. Obviously he can resist the temptation but Cyrus Rockseeker does not. Taako blasts him with his glave(or clave or whatever) into the safe but ultimately dies.

We then we Taako wake up in the astral plane, behind the bars of the eternal stockade where a skeleton stands before him checking off a list. He says something in a cockney accent along the lines of "Finally, I've been lookin' for you."

"Crazy accent you go there Ghostrider, where am I?" "You're in the Astral Plane, Taako. Finally. You wouldn't happen to know where your others friends are? They're supposed to be locked up in here with you."

"... What-"

AND OVER THE TIME TAAKO SUCCESSFULLY FLIRTS AND SEDUCES KRAVITZ ESP POST CRYSTAL KINGDOM ARC AND THATS WHY THEYRE DATING NOW OK COOL-

[dteamomegaverse]

Day 3: Animal Features/Hybrids

Welcome back to prompt explainers, where we give you a more literal description of the prompt, as well as inspiration and examples!

You can find the original post with all of the prompts here. Today our topic will be animal features or hybrids.

Animal features and hybrids are not the most popular omegaverse trope, but its pretty interesting! Especially as omegaverse is a take on humans having more animalistic ways of bonding.

Like the graphic says, this prompt highlights the pairing having animal traits, being animal hybrids, or being able to shapeshift into an animal! This could be something limited to just one member of the pairing, or it could be something everyone in the world has! Whether you go small with things such as sensitive senses or the ability to purr, have more physical traits such as wings or tails, or even go full on with the ability to shapeshift like a were-creature, the possibilities are endless!

The specific animals each of the members are is completely limitless. Maybe you go for a simple panda!Sapnap! Clever with alligator!Dream! Or out-of-the-box with jewel beetle!George! Whatever the case is, it's important to keep omegaverse dynamics in mind with your pairing. In fact, you can even choose specific animals that have known relationships to influence your pairing, like mongooses and vipers or coyotes and badgers! You can even use minecraft mobs or mythical creatures like creepers or unicorns for your pairing (especially since one of our sub-prompts for this day is a magic au).

Maybe each secondary gender has a type of animal they'll have traits of! Like alphas could be non-mammals like reptiles or birds, betas could be sea-creatures, and omegas could be mammals. Or only specific features will show depending on your secondary gender. There are way too many ways to taxonomize animals, so how they are categorized can vary.

Animal features and hybrids can have specific stereotypes associated with them in your world. Maybe having predator blood is believed to make you dangerous. Or having furry ears or a scaly tail are a ticket to dehumanization. Maybe shapeshifters have to hide lest they be hunted to extinction. There's so many ways you could take this prompt, the world is your oyster! (and let us all say thank you to stereotypes being such a helpful plot device!)

With the definition out of the way, here are some examples of fic ideas about animal features/hybrids! Some of the prompts will combine the sub-prompts in the idea.

the pairing are both hybrids but naturally ward each other off, like a cat and a creeper

a member of the pairing hides their animal traits from their partner but it turns out their partner loves them for their traits

One of the pairing obsesses over their partner's instincts/traits, like purring or tail wagging

hybrids of animals that hate each other are on different sport teams but fall in love and/or become mates

shrek au, or where one of the members is cursed to become a werecreature, shapeshifting against their will under certain circumstances (such as a full moon, being hit with water, or during their cycle)

Still need some help? We have an inspiration board on Pinterest for each prompt! Find the one for animal features or hybrids here.

We hope this helps you understand the prompt and think of some wonderful ideas! We can't wait to see what you post on October 15th!

[judesmoonbeauty]

If Jude and Ellis were animals, what would they be according to their appearance and personality?🧡

Anon~

Thanks for this ask because a couple of weeks ago I was thinking about this myself, but gave up because I felt like it was too difficult to find an animal to symbolize Jude & Ellis.

Contains some mild spoilers ✨✨

With out further ado, I present to you:

RED PANDA ELLIS & MONGOOSE JUDE!

Allow me to explain 👩🏻‍🏫📝

👆🏻Do you not see their adorable FLUFFINESS???

Seriously though, Red Pandas are agile like he is and they are FLUFFY like his hair. A part from that they can live in family groups or be loners (just like Ellis), and tends to be gentle by nature (Again, Ellis for the most part.) I was going to go with a giraffe because of his height…..but that would’ve weird.

👆🏻Uh, these faces say it all LMAO.

But really, mongooses can also be loners or live in what’s called mobs. (That’s just a coincidence. I didn’t choose the mongoose because he’s a monster). Also, if he could be, I’m 110% sure Jude rather be alone.

Mongooses are also aggressive/ruthless towards dangerous animals such as venomous snakes, (Just as Jude is to those who are venomous like snakes), & while they are carnivorous they also include plant matter in their diets. (Jude eats meat but prefers, fresh produce and salads.)

Also, I intentionally chose not to use beasts of prey since I don’t think they really fit well with either of them. 💜

[is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not]

SAVANNAH - REVELATION

[Argo internal monitoring system - record created 16.04.3025 - record last accessed 21.05.3060 - record accessed by: Precentor Omicron (PX) VI Liška]

[Record Location - MechBay Chief Tech Office - assigned to Y. Virtanen]

[sound of hatch opening]

Savannah Caruso [SC]: You called for me, Yang?

Yang Virtanen [YV]: Uh - yeah, boss, come on in. And close the hatch, wouldya?

[sound of hatch opening fully and closing, followed by locking sound]

SC: Okay, Yang, you were pretty hush-hush. Keting xox? [trans. “Lang Belta”: “What’s up?”]

YV: It, uh, it’s about the new guys, boss.

SC: Our weird’uns? 

YV: Uh, well, Melissa and her little clique, yeah. I know when we hired ‘em, them said, “don’t ask questions-”

SC: But you’ve been asking anyway.

YV: Uh - yeah. No, not asking questions, but investigating. I just didn’t buy their story. At first just about their ‘Mechs. I mean there’s lots of Belters out there that, well, uh. Go like you. Go furry.

SC: Yeah, pretty common. Okay, so you didn’t buy their story. You don’t think those new ‘Mechs are old SLDF prototypes?

YV: No, ma’am, I don’t. And I can prove that - and a lot more.

SC: That so?

[sound of chair being pulled into position - followed by pause - 2 seconds]

SC: Okay. Go.

YV: All right, so the first thing that got me weirded out was the connectors. For the cables.

SC: [unidentifiable sound - pos. expression of interest]

YV: That and how clean everything is in those ‘Mechs - not clean, like, not dusty, but how… how uniform it all was. It’s all standardized. I don’t need to tell you what that means.

SC: Either these were newly built ‘Mechs and never saw action…

YV: … or wherever they came from has functional, fully standardized ‘Mech factories. Which… they have to be factory-built. They’re just not… messy enough for prototypes.

SC: Could be late stage prototypes? Near-production?

YV: See, I thought that too. But we’ve got two of those … [sound of snapping fingers, repeated 3 times]... “Catamarauders” out there -

SC: [interrupting; sound of snorted laugh]

YV: Well, I gotta call ‘em something, boss, and Melissa and her little menagerie aren’t naming names. Anyway, if those were prototypes, even late stage, I’d expect to find some kind of difference, even tiny ones.

SC: Well, the weapons load -

YV: [interrupting] I mean at the functional component level, boss. The screws, the connectors, the O-ring seals. They’re all identical, boss, even with connecting different weapons in.

SC: Okay. Serial numbers?

YV: Scrubbed. Completely. Lasered, sanded, dremeled off. Everything-

SC: [simultaneous] Hmm.

YV: - but all the locations of the serial numbers are identical. Part to part.

SC: Okay. Okay. So they’re not prototypes. So… Keting to showxa? [trans. “Lang Belta”: “What are you saying?”]

YV: What I’m saying is that those are production ‘Mechs. And they’re not SLDF. Not all of them.

SC: Okay. Elaborate.

YV: Obviously the Lancelot, Mongoose, and that Phoenix Hawk LAM are SLDF designs. Those are in the Argo’s databanks and we know them. But the others, we don’t know, right? Well, I’m certain the other ‘Mechs are based on Star League tech. I checked. The connectors and screws and such in the new ‘Mechs - dimension-wise, they’re perfect matches for SL-Standard components, but improved. Made out of some new material compounds and seemingly a little beefed up to allow for repeated swaps in and out -

SC: [interrupting] Like the weapons.

YV: Like the weapons, but at a smaller scale. Everything seems geared towards making refits easy. Like they’re expecting to do them often. And the old Star League had a couple designs that had modular weapon setups, but this is a lot more comprehensive. Plus the weapons themselves. What they’re calling a “small laser”? Boss, that thing pumps out as much energy as a medium laser, and range wise I’m seeing a 25% increase over a normal small. It does generate more heat, but that gets into discussing those compact double heat sinks they’ve got… all the weapons are like that. Same or reduced weight and space, better range, and for the energy weapons, better energy output. They’re just better, and I can’t explain it without what might seem like some logical leaps.

[silence - 3 seconds]

SC: So you’re saying that someone has a factory out there churning out ‘Mechs with components matching Star League standards, and with weapons that are lighter, less bulky and hit harder than standard designs.

YV: Yeah, and those new weapons, well, Melissa and her little group - the way they speak about our weapons? Those better weapons aren’t prototypes or sidegrades, boss. Wherever they come from, those are standard-issue.

SC: Okay, that’s… [exhale] Pashang mi, Yang. [trans. “Lang Belta’: “Fuck me, Yang.”] I’m beginning to get an idea of where you might be going here... [pause, ½ second] They were all really chuffed to get to ride on the Argo, weren’t they?

YV: They were, boss. They were. But, I’ve got more.

SC: Go go. [trans. “Lang Belta”: “Go on.”]

YV: I was born on Bryant, not all that far from Combine space. Spacers come through, we’d hear tales. I once heard a rumor about something that happened during the First Succession War. Mysterious raiders come out of the coreward Periphery. No communication. They attack four Combine worlds - Svelvik, Trondheim, Jarret, and Richmond. They have advanced tech, seemingly modified Star League kit. One of these raiders died on Richmond - driving a pristine Lancelot.

SC: [chair shifting]

YV: Yeah, a little like the one out there. This MechWarrior killed himself to avoid capture when his ‘Mech was disabled. Some kind of suicide pill, I heard. Anyway, the ‘Mech had two insignia on it - a white Terran wolverine with blood-covered fangs, and an insignia of a landmass with “331st” on it. And get this. The raiders ‘Mechs were painted in regular army colors - regular Star League army colors. Y’know, that one shade of green - and they used SLDF tactics in battle. Had advanced full body cooling suits, slimmer, more advanced than Inner Sphere standard. Not as advanced as what we have here on the Argo, but still.

SC: Sounds like the suits our new friends had when they joined us. When was this?

YV: 2825. Two hundred years ago exactly. I cross referenced those logo descriptions with the Argo’s computer library, boss. No dice on the wolverine logo, but the other one… belonged to the SLDF 331st Royal BattleMech Division. Minnesota Division.

[silence - 1.5 seconds]

SC: The 331st didn’t go Blue Star or ELH… did they.

YV: No, ma’am. All records stop when Kerensky left.

[silence - 2 seconds]

YV: Yeah. Still not done though.

SC: [nonplussed] Oh good.

YV: Y’know how the Argo, she has that funny little habit of sneaky copying the jump logs on JumpShips we dock with?

SC: I do. We get shit for it, but Doc Murad hasn’t figured out a fix yet?

YV: Yeah, well, it turns out that applies to DropShips too, when they dock with us. Including the one that Melissa and her group docked on way back when they joined up. I had Sumire pull up the records. They used the same DropShip for quite a while.

SC: And where did it come from?

YV: First record on the DropShip’s string is at Richmond, and the JumpShip made at least one jump rimward from the coreward Periphery before that.

[silence - 4 seconds]

YV: But I don’t think they’re this Minnesota group, boss. None of them had that logo anywhere on their ‘Mechs.

SC: They didn’t have ANY insignia, as I recall.

YV: Yeah. But that’s not the kicker, boss. I know who they came from, or at least, a 99% guess. When I was doing maintenance last week on Remus’ “Catamarauder”, I accidently tripped a memory dump. There were hidden files. Including the neural config file. You know how none of them have given us their last names?

SC: [hesitantly] I do…

YV: [pause, audible swallow] Makes sense they didn’t scrub it, it’s a key file, and one that you can’t just modify without root access, except by changing the neurohelmet sync, and even then it doesn’t... [shaking exhale] Well, on Remus’ ‘Mech… and probably all of them… well, their ‘Mechs have their names, listed right there in the neural config files. Remus’ last name… is Kerensky.

[silence - 2 seconds]

SC: … fffffuuuuuck.

[perpetualexistence]

Tell us about your other Alenoaheather AU(s). I know you have them. 🔫

- Totally not Ophe

Hello completely random anon whose identity will forever be a mystery!

See, with the way you've phrased this, you've actually opened yourself up to a few options. I'll tell you a little bit about each one and you can tell me which one you want to learn more about first.

Currently unnamed G/T Alenoaheather

Definitely the most detailed AU of the bunch. It's got backstories and character arcs for each of the three. Probably the best way to describe it is Urban fantasy since none of them are (completely) human, but they pretty much live in a modern setting.

It does get dark at times. Think Beastars-adjacent in terms of vibes. Including the murder bits. But it's mostly self-defense or being forced into it, so take that as you will. I will say that it's nowhere near the levels of toxic relationships that something like the Sea Monster AU has. And they do actually improve as people. These three still get drama mind you, but it's from keeping secrets rather than being genuinely manipulative. ...Well. Too manipulative. It does have Alejandro and Heather in it. But it's got fluff moments because fluffy giant/tiny dynamics are precious and must be preserved at all costs.

It's got Alejandro who's a giant-shifter able to grow even larger than most other giant-shifters thank to his Burromuerto heritage. The Burromuertos are a completely upstanding giant-shifter family and definitely don't have any incredibly fucked up family traditions they expect Alejandro to continue.

Noah's a were-mongoose. Werefolk come in a large variety, though mongoose is on the far more uncommon side. Unlike most werefolk, this kid genius actually figured out a way to not completely give into his instincts during full moons. This has absolutely no negative repercussions on his wellbeing.

Heather who's a giant-shifter hybrid unable to grow thanks to her human heritage from her father's side. She's the only one of her siblings unable to grow. She definitely doesn't have a complex about this. But she has managed to find her own way of making herself just as much of a physical threat as her two boyfriends. (Aka the day I take away from Heather's inherent badassery is the day I die.)

Serial Killer AU

It's exactly what it sounds like. With exactly the vibes the name implies. Definitely the darker one. They're just a thriving villain throuple with a body count. It's also mostly Noah-focused so far as I haven't figured out Alejandro or Heather's motivations.

Noah stumbles across a body of a serial killer spree, only to be the first to realize that one serial killer is actually two. Curiosity leads him to investigate...but not for the reasons you'd think.

(For this one that's pretty much all I can share before just going into the whole AU)

And then, on the completed side since might as well dump all the Alenoaheather AUs:

Noah and the Beanstalk

Another giant/tiny AU! This one's actually got its own post already. I don't really have anything else that I didn't already mention in that post. But it's my blog, so I'll advertise my own AUs as I please!

Collab AUs

The Royal Court AU

Originally named The Lords In Black AU because it was originally inspired by me watching an animatic of The Summoning from Nerdy Prudes Must Die. Then it evolved into something far beyond that where the name doesn't seem quite right anymore.

It's got Alenoaheather as the worst teens at school and unashamed about it. ...Until Alejandro goes missing, and nobody else really seems to care. Leaving Heather and Noah to investigate and try their best not to be next.

They fail, but hey, at least they get cool eldritch powers out of it!

This AUs also dark because the premise is them being kidnapped to be used as sacrifices. And it's got plenty of eldritch horror in it. The posts for it are scattered because they ended up going into two separate reblog chains with @total-drama-brainrot and @ur-local-brown-multifandomist. If you look up 'lords in black au' on my blog you should be able to find most of it. I'm going to just centralize it for ease of organization one day. It'll just be. You know. Effort.

Also, @ur-local-brown-multifandomist is currently making a fic for it! It's their first one, so feel free to check it out.

Fake Dating Alenoaheather AU

This one's a collab AU between me and @total-drama-brainrot, a person you have never met because you are a completely anonymous anon. Noah gets caught in between Heather and Alejandro's attempts to make the other jealous by each making him pretend to be their boyfriend. Shenanigans and drama ensue. The posts for this are also scattered and tagged on both our blogs, and one day we might make a fic about it. For now, there actually is someone already making a fic about it that you can feel free to read!

I still can't believe two different people decided to start making fic of AUs I helped create. It's wild, and I'm incredibly touched.

"Why are all of these AUs except for one dark in at least some way?"

I honestly couldn't tell you exactly why my brain works the way it does. It just decided that the two canon villains and one-villain coded teenager deserve to be at least a little feral. As a treat.

Maybe one day I'll have an AU with them that's not so dark. That day will be a surprise to us all.

But yeah, that's all of the Alenoaheather AUs I got! The first two I'm more than happy to go into more detail for if you ask!

[monstersandmaw]

Hey Ghosti! I just wanted to say I'm a part of your patreon, and I absolutely love you and your writing!! I am utterly OBSESSED with ShipMates, I love the dynamic between all of them. How each relationship is different yet equal. Anyways, I'm super glad I found you through Momolady and TheTravelerWrites because you have become one of my all-time favs!! I was just curious: If you could pick one thing you personally would love to write but haven't yet, what would that be?

(Also, as a plus-size bisexual woman, I love the inclusivity and the body representation in your masterlist!!)

I really needed this, so thank you so much! You made my whole night!! Thank you so so much for your support, on here and on Patreon. @momolady and @thetravelerwrites are incredible writers and wonderful human beings, so I'm really touched you found me via their amazing work!! (everyone go check them out too if you haven't already!!).

Thank you for saying that too about my masterlist - I feel like I write the same thing over and over (especially when people ask for more specific readers, when I tend to write gender/body neutral more than most others these days).

I'm not sure there's anything I haven't written yet in terms of general topics, because when I'm not doing commissions, I pretty much just write what I want to write and hope the people supporting me (on here for free and on Patreon) also continue to want to read it!! However, I have a few ideas for novels/stories that I've not had the time or the energy to dedicate to writing.

One (which @mongoose-king knows about and got very excited for when I mentioned it!) is a complete reworking of the first incarnation of the Citadel idea I had over on @weaverofthreads. I decided I wanted to change almost everything in that, except for the idea of magically bonding an elite soldier with a fully-qualified mage...

More on that below for anyone interested: (it's kinda long-winded!!):

Background:

(much of this is the same as the first incarnation of the first novel over on @weaverofthreads but a lot of it has also changed...!)

The Citadel is an ancient 'university'-type institution where mages are trained (going from novice, to apprentice, then journeyman, and full mage. To become a master (gender neutral), they must study further (like a PhD kind of vibe). The Citadel is also where Greycloaks are trained, separately from the mages/scholars. These are elite soldiers, and once a person has gained their Cloak, they can be employed by anyone from the Crown to anyone willing to pay enough to retain their services. It's extremely demanding, and the dropout rate is very high, and the final Proving (test/exam) for becoming a full Greycloak is very tough. Those who gain their Cloak usually find employment as personal bodyguards to the rich and influential among the Great Houses and merchants.

The Citadel has a tradition of bunking first year mages with first year Greycloaks (or 'squires') to foster friendship and respect between the two very different disciplines taking place on site. It's a practice which dates back to the days when there were more mages, and when Bonding was a much more common occurrence. The process of Bonding is the creation of a magical bond between two people, and while extremely intimate, it does not have to be romantic in nature. It's given the same reverence and significance as marriage, but it's not automatically assumed to be romantic. A married mage may also Bond a Greycloak, and vice versa.

The Bond gives the Greycloak heightened senses, enhanced endurance/stamina, and durability to withstand wounds that would kill anyone else, and it gives the mage a much greater pool of magic and strength from which to draw during rites/spellcasting (though this varies depending on the natural 'core' of each person. Every living being has some degree of magical 'reservoir' or 'battery' within them, but only mages are able to access it to create spells/rites, whereas most people cannot). However, the Bond allows you to feel the emotions of the other person as if they were your own, and you can always feel a 'pull' to them, so you could locate them anywhere in the world. It gets fainter with greater distance. It's possible to 'block' it, with a lot of mental effort and practice, but if the Bond is magically severed, both parties die, and if one party is killed, the other dies. Depending on the strength of the Bond, this can be instantly, or within a matter of hours, but it always ends in the death of the other. Because of the intimacy of the Bond's nature, and the permanent lack of privacy in your own head/heart, it's not actually that common a practice anymore.

Characters/Story premise:

Gil is a physically disabled necromancer who grew up in the dockland slums, and whose magic manifested later in his life (at 15) than it does for most mages (usually around 10 yrs old), and as a result of some pretty severe trauma. He was then brought by the mage who attended the scene to the Citadel, even though he was three years younger than the age when most students begin their studies. Mages are pretty rare in the population, so until then, individuals showing magical potential are usually apprenticed 1-1 with a master to cover the basics, and their fundamental/'school level' education is also covered. Mages taking apprentices have the costs covered by the Citadel, and not every mage is in a position to take an apprentice. Gil didn't have any education at all after the age of eight, so he had a lot of catching up to do, but the mage who took him under her wing saw to that, and he's a Bright Boi, so he caught up academically, if not socially. He was given special dispensation by the Archmage to live at the Citadel, so he's already familiar with the place by the time the story starts.

Meanwhile Tomas is the second son of a duke, is very privileged, and has been learning sword-craft and how to run an estate since he was pretty much able to walk. He trained with his mother's Bonded Greycloak, and is an accomplished horse rider too, but he soon discovers that he's still got a lot to learn if he wants to acquire his full Greycloak status like his older brother. However, Tomas is still affable and open-minded despite his background, and is intelligent and particularly interested in history, even if he's not the most academic overall.

The story I want to tell begins with Gil meeting Tomas at the start of Tomas' first term (oh my god they were roommates), and because Gil is socially inept and anxious, he makes a blunder and the two hardly speak for their entire first year. Their schedules are very different, so they basically only overlap to sleep. After their first year, squires are then housed together in the barracks, in a separate part of the Citadel grounds, and so Tomas doesn't interact with Gil at all. Eventually though, they do meet again, and Gil is a bit less awkward, and Tomas a bit braver, and they become friends...

There's a solstice ball, a visit to Tomas' country home, a spirit and a family in need of closure after a traumatic event, and some estranged family drama, and eventual falling head over heels in love.

The reason I haven't written more than a few chapters of it it is basically because I don't have a 'Big Bad' for them to face or a real story arc, other than this spirit that needs addressing. Tomas' mother is a mage who doesn't like necromancy (she has her reasons, but it's mostly just prejudice), so there's a bit of drama there, but with the story's first incarnation in Weaver of Threads, the two main characters were gonna go off on this huge adventure in search of a lost art of magic, but these two don't have that...

Anyway, that was probably WAY more than you were looking for when you asked what I'd write that I haven't already XD. I'm sorry!!

Thank you once again for your support on Patreon, and I'm so happy you found me via two truly excellent writers! Thank you x

[theremustbeabear]

i'm curious how and why the terror fictives here got their non-source-related names, they're all great and they all seem to make sense somehow

AHA! [cracks knuckles] well, lucky for you, we absolutely adore talking about our system, so here is, from what i can remember, the true stories of every single one (so far, we have a couple of new ones from today that have yet to change theirs):

remus halcyon (fitzjames) -- the 'remus' in our url (theremustbeabear) jumped out at him, and he was also inspired by remus from sanders sides. halcyon was meant as a sort of good luck charm going forward, plus, he just thought it sounded neat.

hugo mcculloch (crozier) -- i'm fairly sure he stole hugo from an actor, but he just sort of heard it and liked the sound of it. same with his last name. not much thought here.

roland conagher (goodsir, also the one writing this post, hullo) -- i asked friends for name suggestions that were relatively unassuming and similar to my original one, and liked the suggestion of roger, but we already have a headmate named roger, so i rolled it around a bit until i settled on roland instead. conagher is shamelessly stolen from the engineer (tf2).

javert atilax (jopson) -- often when folks are more recognized by their last name, they'll take inspiration from their last name for their new first name, or vice versa (such as our stanley tsp's last name being stanford). jav wanted the name javier, which simply came to him, but it turned out it was on his mind because somebody already has that one. remus joked about him stealing javert from les mis, and he essentially went "alright, bet". atilax is a genus of mongoose, because jopson gets referred to as a mongoose on several occasions, and he thought it would be a funny subtle reference.

brigadier shaw (tozer) -- he thought a military rank would be fitting, and the idea of having the nickname "brig" was funny and ironic to him, considering. well, you know what a brig is. shaw is after liam shaw from star trek.

leiland douglas (irving) -- leiland is a character we like from dimension 20, and he somewhat related to him. douglas is simply because we're scottish and so often fall back on scottish names when we don't have other inspiration. also, real irving was scottish.

terrence hudson (hodgson) -- thought it would be funny to name himself 'terry', as in, short for 'terror', but ended up really liking the name terry and extending it to terrence. he also thought it would be funny to shift his last name just a little bit to the left and steal from a different explorer who died badly. one thing we can all say about terry is that he certainly knows how to commit to a bit (yes, this is about the mpreg conversation on discord, you know who you are)

myler lepetit (little) -- stole his first name from a warrior cats character that we really like and he finds relatable. stole the last name from julia from drawfee, because he thought it would be funny, and terry was encouraging him. i agree, i think it's very silly.

and that's all currently, because collins, mcdonald, and stanley have yet to change theirs, and that is our present total of introjects. thank you for the ask, hope this doesn't disappoint!

[mybleedingboy]

Hannibal Fic Recs

for @raniofzepuchas (I'll make this short and only include my very favorites so I'm not overwhelming you with fics) (no particular order)

A Clutch at Balance by Devereauxs_Disease

Rating: E | Word Count: 25,466

When Will Graham storms into Hannibal's house muttering about kissing Alana Bloom, the good doctor makes Will an offer: Pretend to date Hannibal in order to prove to Alana that Will is not only stable but capable of being in a relationship. When Alana is convinced Will is the man of her dreams, Hannibal will step aside and Will can get his girl. What could possibly go wrong?

Really fun and balances that fun with some excellent writing. Spot on dynamic, fantastic chemistry.

highway 190 by occultiism

Rating: M | Word Count: 10,343

He has found the Devil and wants to live inside of him. There is no more room for God. / Chronological snapshots throughout Will Graham's life.

Arguably one of the best-written Hannibal fics (and fics in general) ever. Hard-hitting, painful throughout but like a punch that hits the knots right out of you. If that makes sense?

Five Times Hannibal Visits Will and One Time He's Already Home (or: Coffee Cake) by bones_2_be

Rating: E | Word Count: 82,385

When Will tells Hannibal to leave at the end of Digestivo, he goes. And then, a few years later, he shows back up. They have long conversations, drink a lot of wine, at the end of it all they find something that works.

Excellent progression. Love the characters in this. Again, great fucking writing. Restricted fic, so you'd have to be logged in.

The Mongoose and the Mouse by Hiding Now

Rating: E | Word Count: 109,582

With Mother's and Father's Day impending, Will has been feeling particularly irascible. He has parent issues (as do we all) so as a therapeutic exercise, Hannibal suggests something novel: a vacation together to recapture the childhood he never had. His caveats: Will must choose someplace he's never been, someplace he always wanted to go as a child. The idea is ridiculous. Will can only think of one place. But there is no way Hannibal will agree to go to a place where turkey legs are a staple, and cartoon characters offer hugs on every corner. Will calls his bluff. Hannibal calls it right back. OR ~Will and Hannibal spend a week at Walt Disney World for perfectly sound psychological reasons~

It's the disney fic! Always fun to read back.

each according to its kind by chaparral_crown

Rating: M | Word Count: 192,571

Will does the only reasonable thing that someone fresh out of a mental hospital with no support system does - he leaves, and goes on a road trip to the Pacific Northwest.

AU of Season 2. This is my favorite Hannibal fic, and one of the best-written at that. Every paragraph is rich in flavor. I would definitely eat this. This is the fic I recommend the most often.

their beaks not yet turned red by chaparral_crown

Rating: M | Word Count: 134,420

Will stares at the bird. The bird stares back. In its beak, a very finely embroidered cloth, and in that, the tiniest of soft fists pushing forward from a folded corner. “Don’t you dare,” Will says, crouching, hand that is not currently cradling an overly large pour of whiskey pointed at the bird to ward it off. --- After Hannibal is arrested and the trial dates are set, the stork visits Will Graham. With it, it brings a baby, a legally binding birth certificate, and a hope chest full of gifts for her. Nobody except Will thinks this is weird. (Alternatively, what if the Scarlet Letter was a dark romantic comedy?)

So good and heartfelt throughout. I wished this was canon.

Ravenous by rageprufrock

Rating: M | Word Count: 38,448

Whenever I go into a new fandom, I look for pru's works first. This was no exception, and it's so fucking good. It's a genuine thriller. There's no description, and pru doesn't tag, so I will let you go in blind. An exciting read, brilliantly written both stylistically, plot-wise, and character-wise. The dynamics here are wonderful !! Hard-recommend.