#and then of course. absolutely sobbed upon watching it again

[hopecomesbacktolife]

spirk fan provide a brief explanation of 765874 unification to a non-trekkie challenge:

impossible, shortest I could get was 2100 words and that’s with omitting 2048757392021837 key moments from the explanation

[cloudyskydreams]

So who doesn't cry easily ends up crying. UT,UF,US ,HT

So this was actually requested by @ashswordsman859! My ask box ate the request whoops!

Sorry this took so freaking long my motivation comes and goes like the wind and I'm a simple kite with a hole in it trying to catch some air time. Underfell was my fav my write.

Anyways hope you guys enjoy!

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Undertale:

Sans: Shocked and worried. I mean he's so shocked he kind of forgets what to do for a second. When he snaps out of it he breaks the ice by telling a joke and if that doesn't help he simply pats your back and lets you cry it out. Staying by your side the whole time till you're alright enough to tell him what's wrong if you want to.

Papyrus: tears seen? mother hen mode activated. He's by your side rubbing your back and whispering soothing words. He'll stay by your side and wrap you in his big arms pulling you into his lap so you can cling to him as you cry it out. He's of course intrigued he's never seen you cry before so he questions you on what happened gently. It's up to you if you wanna tell him or not.

Underfell:

Red:Freezes and starts to sweat. Bbg what's wrong. He'll cuddle up close to you and start to purr like he used to when edge was a babybones and use the most gentlest voice he has. Watching you cry after never having seen it is like watching his brother breakdown for the first time again but he refuses to be as helpless this time. Trys his hardest to comfort you and absolutely figures out what caused it so he can either kick it's ass or be more cautious of certain stuff in the future.

Edge: He treats you how he treats his drunken crying brother at first, with hesitant it's alrights and you're okays. He knows you don't cry easily and he doesn't really know what to do in this situation at first. So he eventually just does what he wishes someone would do to him. He wraps you in his arms gently and rocks you back and forth whispering it's okay to cry and to let it all out that your safe. He'll be sure to find out what happened so he can ensure it doesn't happen again.

Underswap:

Stretch: Is a little awkward upon seeing you cry. He's good at reading people so he probably knew it was coming before it happened and he was prepping himself but couldn't enough in time. Speaks calmly and helps you to the couch as he rubs your back. He'll get a cup of water and golden flower tea going and bring it back to you. Comforts you to the best of his ability with jokes and soft words as he traces small pictures into your back. Makes sure your hydrated after crying then asks what's up so he can make sure a repeat doesn't happen.

Blue: Blue gets overwhelmed sometimes and crys he gets it. He's worried obviously and does the same as his brother in getting you water for after the crying. Holds your hand reassuringly as he sits next to you and softly speaks to you about random things trying to distract your mind. When you've calmed down he reassures you and then asks what happened. Doesn't baby you the rest of the day but sticks by your side a lot more and is way more cuddly.

Horrortale:

Axe:Internally freaking out. He's frozen for a few seconds before he picks you up and sets you on his lap wrapping you in his arms so your engulfed in him. It's like a sensory heaven and you have a safe place to cry it out and he rubs your back. He doesn't say anything even when your done crying he just sorta looks at you questioningly with his eyelights shrunken. Writes down what happened and what triggered it so he doesn't forget and is defined more cuddlier the rest of the day.

Willow: He freezes for just a moment before he quickly scoops you up in his arms and starts rocking you back in forth kind of like a parent would a crying baby. He speaks softly reassurances to you as you sob in his arms and once you've calmed down he'll set you down after squeezing you gently and ask if you want to talk about it. He's willing to help out if it's a problem and if it something he can't really help with he'll just reassure you on the subject the best he can.

[junowritings]

What about romanced Astarion reacting to the normally goody-goody Tav revealing that they stole the special potion from Araj before they left. He discovers this because Tav gives it to him as soon as they are out of sight from the blood merchant.

Oh I absolutely love this idea. Though writing this made me realize I need to put Astarion in my party more often. Went off on a bit of a tangent but I do hope you enjoy~!

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♡ Oh, the things we do for love, ey?

♡ Astarion plays nice with others in the interest of survival, and he’s made no attempts to hide that fact from you since you had really begun to bond. You on the other hand are akin to a bleeding heart, all too often going out of your way to do what you thought was right even if it meant putting yourself in harm's way as a result. At the beginning that attitude seemed pitiful - he figured it would simply end up getting you killed later down the line. And yet you’d rise, time and time again making an example of the morals that you set and surviving every encounter stronger than before. Even if your morals didn’t always align, he respected that tenacity.

♡ Even after you’d managed to worm your way into his very heart, the pair of you have butted heads more than once on the matter; at the high and mighty goody two shoes act that you face the world with. All of the reminders about doing good deeds for the sake of being good, not stealing from just anyone nor going behind others backs rummaging through personal effects for answers or loot. Not to mention all of that time spent helping others and listening to their plights as though they were your own. Honestly, darling, you really do make things harder on yourself by playing into other people’s sob stories. 

♡ Astarion never suspected that the encounter at Moonrise tower could have changed anything.

♡ He’s uncharacteristically quiet as you leave the room together after dealing with Araj, but that’s because inside Astarion is absolutely seething. A familiar feeling of disgust he’d longed hoped to quash down burns a hole deep within his chest, opening old mental wounds as though freshly torn asunder upon his flesh. He’s mad at that damned drow; the way she looked down upon him, using honeyed words that he knew were a damn farce because for fucks sake he’d been using the same tactics for well over a century. That look, that calculated appraisal as Araj gauged what the vampire spawn could offer her in exchange for her potion made his skin crawl, all too familiar with the look that spoke volumes of his value - as a means to serve her own whims and not an actual person.

♡ And then, when he’d shown reluctance, she’d turned to you, as though you’d reign him in and get him to bend to your will like some fanged pet you kept on a tight leash. Far from the truth, of course, but the lack of autonomy that Astarion felt watching the pair of you converse about him as if he wasn’t even there had him clenching his teeth hard enough that the ache in his jaw persists long afterwards.

♡ There had been a swell of satisfaction when you put your foot down on the matter, nipping her demand in the bud with a firm reminder that he had already refused her request - there was no more to discuss. The drow had gotten bored after that, uninterested in further discussion with her own desires now off the table, and Astarion was all too happy to be out of there as you trailed a few paces behind.

♡ Astarion stands by his choice, but another part of him kicks himself for turning down the reward. A moment of discomfort, to give up a piece of himself for a potion that could prove invaluable was all it could have taken. He had done it before - done it for centuries to placate that vile beast he once served - why would this be any different? A transactional relationship, one that could have given you a leg up in the battles ahead, and he’d refused. 

♡ He’s still stewing in these thoughts when a nudge breaks him from his reverie, a gentle brush of your fingers against his hand as you move into step beside your partner. Your touch is warm yet he prickles as though he’s been burned, pupils akin to pinpricks as he looks at you from the corner of his eye. He’s measuring you, for a moment. Takes in the brow furrowed and questioning eyes - not pity, concern - trying to gauge how he’s feeling. It’s a discussion for later, so Astarion dons that usual placating smile and turns to you, fully prepared to pull a spiel about that whole conversation being a waste of your perfectly good time. And then he notices.

♡ His ears perk up at a noise, the gentle slosh of something moving. Crimson eyes dart down to the source, to the hand you’d touch him with. It’s not empty - no, fingers curl tight around the corded neck of a familiar glass green bottle, and your nudge this time is more insistent as you press the bottle into the palm of his hand, urging him to take it. You relinquish the bottle to his hold, pale hands taking the glass and stirring up the liquid inside as he brings it up to get a better look. Surely this isn’t…

♡ But then sure enough you smile, a mischievous twinkle in your eye that makes his own widen as you shrug.

♡ “For you. Figured she didn’t need it anymore; since she just left it lying out in the open and all.”.

♡ The laugh comes before Astarion can stop himself - loud and unabashed from the sheer absurdity of it all. You? Actually stealing something? And for him no less! And they say that romance is dead, yet here you are wooing him one stolen novelty at a time. 

♡Hells he hadn’t even noticed that you’d swiped the damned thing - had it been when you’d turned the blood merchant down? Or back when she’d had her sights set on him? He doesn’t care for the answer, not really. He’s more impressed that you pulled it off, but Astarion certainly doesn’t miss the irony of it all. His lovely partner, casting aside your usual goody nature in favor of stealing something and getting one up on the woman who’d disrespected your lover. As if he wasn’t fond enough of you already - this was just another lovely little reminder of the lengths you’d go for him.

♡ His smile for a moment is all teeth, shoulders still shaking with the last dregs of laughter - which damn if he didn’t need - as he brings his free arm to curl around your side. The kiss pressed to your cheek is quick, vibrating with the appreciative hum that passes the spawn’s lips when you lean a little into him. Once he pulls away Astarion keeps his free hand looped around your side, the other holding the bottle up and giving the contents a dramatic little shake to show off.

♡ Perhaps he’ll keep this as a little secret; or maybe he’ll spend the rest of that night flaunting this potion teasing you for your first act of casual thievery. Whatever the outcome it’s worth the grin he flashes you as he gives a conspiratory wink and declares.

♡ “Oh my dear. We’ll make a fine miscreant of you yet!”

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[Spoilers below cut]

I'm absolutely terrified, it's not even funny. I can't even click it. But I have to... for the LOREEEEEEEEE... okay, let's-a go....

(The following is my live reaction:)

ay the TADC plug, of course

"Born to shit, Forced to wipe" - not smg3

wise words Three

also, the Ferris Wheel and rollercoaster thing is still there in the background (Ferris Wheel wedding, my beloved...)

I knew someone was going to bring up Meggy and her disappearance

LEGGY! MEGGY, WE'LL RESCUE YOU I PROMISE!!!

THANK YOU THREE for asking the right questions here

oh... not what I expected. at least the crew knows this is obviously Mr Puzzles

NAME DROP

OK, a LOT to digest here:

These are all the possible minigames that we might see in WOTFI. Well, at least all the attractions we could see...

a Mr Puzzles Chonk plush (in the bottom right)

a Tunnel of Love attraction... hmmmm.......

Huh, I didn't know this was by the coast of the Mushroom Kingdom. Or it could be an island/peninsula.

The what now, Leggy?

YEP I knew that once they found out, they would want to leave

...and of course, Mario wants to stay

Yeah, Luigi said it himself

but also, look at the Mr Puzzles cardboard cutout in the back, he's wearing Meggy's cowboy hat from Western Spaghetti

Alright, but before we go in, we gotta have a buddy system, guys

All these critiques are going to make Mr Puzzles lose himself even more than he already is

I think I saw someone posted about submitting a water gun game so congrats for getting in!

Leggy Plush!!

also spider-man plush... symbiote... venom... GOOP!4????

...Once Upon A Perfect SMG4?

[*points at Four and Mario*] The sillies

ok, but like, why is Three smiling like that while everyone else looks so disappointed?

They did the buddy system!

Bob: "Those dumbasses will see ANYTHING and get excited."

I feel seen and I don't like it.

I don't like this either. I already know this is a trap but like noooooo

Three just standing there like a dad watching over his kid

Someone else also submitted a mini-game involving a ducky fishing game

GOD DAYUM.... why did you have to pose like that, Three? You're not beating the allegations, huh.

Aw, Three really wanted to enjoy a carnival if Mr Puzzles wasn't involved (writers, write that down + carnival dates)

OK NOPE WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW

🫵 🏳️‍🌈⁉️

oh c'mon now, it's just plainly obvious. Not that it should be surprising, everyone's part of the skittle squad (tm)

STRONG WOMEN we love to see it

...that can't be a real thing... can it?

same Luigi same

YES PLEASE CAN WE?

sorry dude, they really locked in

also what the hell is that building in the back?

Luigi (or rather the SMG4 fandom): "See? I can handle this! I'm not afraid anymore! Do you hear me? I'm not afraid-" [*horror jumpscare*] [*scream*]

NOT EVEN MELONY'S GOD POWERS COULD HELP US, WE'RE FUCKED

NOOOOOO NOT KAREN AND SAIKO

THREE WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW

NOOOOOOOO THREEEEE I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO BE THE LAST ONE TO MAKE IT OUT

[*sobbing*] he sent one last text to warn them :( he really does care

AND HE SENT IT TO FOUR [*head in hands*]

the contact names they have for each other.... (I'm not well)

WE GOTTA GO [*runs*] GET OUT GET OUT

Leggy... why did your face change like that?

WHAT WAS THAT CRYPTIC CAPTION?!

Mario, please don't sacrifice yourself... oh, thank god! They really are having me panicking for the smallest things

wait... OMG THEY SAW MY SUBMISSION! THEY SAW IT!

the mini-game challenge that I submitted:

Pop & Whirl: Everyone gets a bag of popcorn. The winner must keep all of their popped kernels in their bag, without dropping a single one... while being chased around the carnival by a collapsed Ferris Wheel (Professor Layton style)!

I DON'T CARE IF IT DOESN'T HAPPEN AGAIN IN WOTFI, I'LL TAKE IT. But if it does happen, I'll draw lawyer Meggy with a redesigned Ace Attorney-esque outfit (somehow)

please don't tell me the green pipe is also a trap...

...the exit door from TADC?

oh god, why does this remind me of the dark web?

and the eyes on the mushrooms... [*IGBP flashbacks*]

heh heh, funny mirrors... AH SHIT PUZZLES, DON'T JUMPSCARE ME LIKE THAT

actually, now that I think of it, Mr Puzzles hasn't revealed himself this whole time...

THE DIDNEY ENGINE ROOM?!

...holy shit

so was I right about us getting to see Mr Puzzles' "truest form" and the whole "Eye of Ra" thing?

are those his arms? and the circle things, it could be part of his cyborg texture but they also look like eyes.

the fog part is really interesting because they could've gone with any "spooky" color but they chose this. It's the creative vision, the one Didney had in this room.

This really reminds me of the goo from IGBP and Wren's wire simulation in Western Spaghetti, but also from this angle, a bit of Zero's "no legs" body design.

"His obsession becoming his identity" - Puzzles connected himself to the single star Didney had. You got it right, past Ink.

HUH?! YOU CAN'T END IT THERE

AND THEY GRAY-ED OUT OUTRO, NO MUSIC! IT'S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, GUYS

also congrats to Nikej1708241 for making it to the credits 🎉

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

That was a pretty solid episode ngl. Probably not as "plot twist-y"

(i know that's not a word) as the previous episode but my spaghetti gods, it delivered! Not Marty again, we may have to rethink this one.

Ok, I've made a list of all the attractions and mini-games there are in the carnival grounds in Puzzle Park:

Ferris Wheel

"Tender Tunnel" (Tunnel of Love attraction)

Merry-Go-Round carousel

Basketball arcade game

Hammer game

Bumper Cars

"House of Crazy" funhouse (also that fits Mr Puzzles somehow)

A spooky cart ride

Water gun game

Rocket ride

Arcade (just flat-out an arcade)

Clown Ball Game

(There's apparently a cafe???)

Ducky Pond fishing game

Pizza shop (....marty?)

It's probably not all of them, we would just have to wait and see, but if you submitted a mini-game that involves any of these, congrats, you likely got in!!!

I still very much enjoyed this episode and some of what I theorized could possibly come true. And some didn't, which is totally okay with me. I'll cherish the Ferris Wheel chase scene regardless :)

We still have to wait for a trailer or a special video in regards to WOTFI, which I will have to analyze and see what's to be expected. From the looks of it in this episode, it seems like it's up to SMG4 and Mario to rescue their friends one by one by completing the mini-games. The more people they rescue, the more help they can get to complete the games. And that includes saving Meggy at the end.

Now, personally, I don't want Mr Puzzles to die. Not yet. There is still a lot of potential that could go for him. A similar redemption arc just as Three went through. Puzzlevision 2. Goop!4. Marty. Anything could happen. Then again, he could die.

Now you might think he might not die because he has a plushie, but there's literally merch of Axol and Desti and they're dead. Puzzles isn't safe from this possibility.

Put in your final bets, my dear fellows, because nothing will ever be the same again...

[viennacherries]

I encroach upon ye with a request

Zevlor breeding kink with like, his long term partner who can’t get pregnant for one reason or another (whether you write them as amab or an afab person who is sterile/lacking a functional uterus is up to you)

Zevlor deserves to be really a little bit feral about his partner yk?? Let the man loose himself, it’d be good for the self-loathing imo (/hj)

hi bestie!! my first time trying to write zevlor so i hope u like it! mwah

CONCEPTION

Zevlor/Tav | NSFW | 2,898 words

Summary:

“Tav…” He can hear the grumble in his own voice, watches as it washes over her and she shivers. “Come here.” She shakes her head slowly, a teasing smirk flitting across her face. When she speaks, it's a breath. “Come and get me.” ~~~ Tav and Zevlor want a baby, but things are rarely that simple.

Read it on AO3!

How long has it been now? Several months, at least. And yet he can't give her the one thing she yearns for more than anything. The gift of motherhood. 

Zevlor is certain it’s something wrong with him, because of course it must be. Perhaps it’s a punishment from the Gods for his failures against his kin. Perhaps they’ve deemed him unworthy and made him barren as penance for his sins. Him, an oath-broken paladin who couldn't resist the call of a false deity and sacrificed his people in his hubris, and her, the Hero of Baldur’s Gate who had been ready to sacrifice everything for a whole city of people she owed nothing to. He is broken and flawed in every way she is perfect and faultless. 

And, Hells , does it hurt. Because there's nothing he wants more than to make her happy. There’s nothing he wants more than to start a family with her, to see her hold their child in her arms and to place a kiss to both of their foreheads. There’s nothing more that he wants than to be a father and navigate the turmoils of parenthood with her by his side. 

And yet he keeps failing her. 

The worst part is, he’s fucking enjoying it. Laying with her every night, pumping his seed into her while she begs him to fill her. His infernal hindbrain lavishes in hearing her plead for his spend, in holding her down and filling her repeatedly, in watching his cum spill out of her and fingering it back inside her cunt to make sure not a drop is wasted. Some nights she’ll beg him to fuck her again and again, over and over until they’re both sore and exhausted, and he fucking loves it. 

But other nights, he’ll wake while the sky is still dark to a cold bed, and hear her sobbing in the other room. He’ll reach out his hand and be met with a small damp circle in the centre of the sheets, and he’ll know her cycle has come again. He’ll rise and find her, holding her while she sobs, and wonder how much longer he can stand to see her like this. 

And then they do it all again. 

He’s training in the low sun of the afternoon when she finds him, he feels her eyes on him and catches her leaning against a post from the corner of his vision. She looks radiant as always, wearing her favourite blouse and a skirt he doesn't recognise. 

He usually trains while she runs errands. It’s nothing as intensive as when he was a Hellrider; his joints complain far more these days. A young man he is not, but he still tries to keep himself in shape. Tav can more than hold her own, but he prides himself in feeling able to protect her, needs to know he’s strong enough to keep their family safe. So, when she travels into town for groceries, or visits the children at school to teach them about the Battle for Baldur’s Gate, he takes himself to the drill field on the outskirts and sharpens his sword. 

They’ve made their home in the burgeoning community Halsin has built in the Reclaimed Lands, and she’s absolutely thriving. Retirement from the adventuring life suits her. That's not to say she’s idle, but seeing her able to relax and travel for pleasure rather than a need to outmarch death fills him with joy. 

It’s been a few days since he’s seen her, her trip to the Grove taking longer than usual on this occasion. He’s a soldier, though, so of course he finishes his set before he turns to her (plus it sends a thrill through him, knowing she’s watching him, though he won't ever mention that to her). He wipes his brow along the back of his arm, spears his sword into the earth, and opens his arms wide to her. She giggles as she throws herself into his embrace and he swings her around in circles. That’s the other benefit to keeping up his training, being able to lift and carry her and hear the elated squeals she lets out. It makes him feel a far more youthful man than he is. 

Before he can ask how her trip went, she's kissing him deeply and smiling against his lips. Yet another way being with her makes him feel young; the way her every touch sends heat through his body as though he’s a virginal adolescent. Hells, he loves her so much. 

When she pulls away she’s grinning, and he can't help but return it. “Good journey, I take it?”

She laughs, and the sound is so weightless and musical it makes his head spin. 

“ Great trip! I have something for you - for us!”

He raises an eyebrow in question. She often brings him back little trinkets and treats from the Grove but it’s rare she’s this excited to give him them. 

Scratch bounds up to her before he can ask any questions and practically clings to her, and her beautiful laugh is back again. Whatever queries he may have had are forgotten as she kneels, cackling as Scratch smothers her face in sloppy kisses.

Usually she’ll bring back a brace of rabbits or pheasants that she’s hunted on the trek back, but she tells him excitedly as she brings out the meat for dinner that she managed to snag a deer. She stopped at a small trading post, where they butchered it for her and she traded them everything that wouldn't keep. She holds the venison steaks up proudly and he applauds her as she takes a deep bow, laughing her way through it. She also foraged some fresh herbs and wild garlic, and the traders gave her some asparagus and carrots in return for the doe. 

As usual, he offers to cook, and as usual he’s swatted out of the kitchen, so instead he vows to do the dishes and takes the time to set the table. He feels so lucky to be privy to the mundanity of domestic life with her, so he takes pride in setting their cutlery and placing the table mats down. He lights a few candles, too, because he’s nothing if not a romantic. Tav deserves candlelit dinners. 

He’s still not used to the way she looks after him. A lifetime of bachelorhood and swordsmanship doesn’t prepare a man for gentle touches and lovingly cooked meals. Zevlor considers himself a reasonably talented chef, and he’s not some invalid that never learnt how to do his own laundry, and yet Tav always insists on doing these things for him. He’s quite sure he’s never known a love like it. He’s so used to being relied on, and it took a long time to wrap his head around the idea of letting Tav carry some of his burdens. They lean on each other, they give each other balance and stability. 

Still, it’s always a competition to see who notices the washing on the line is dry first, and they’re often racing one another to take it down. 

Dinner is delicious, as always. The vegetables are roasted in honey and garlic, and she’s cooked the venison in butter which has it tender and flavourful. She even pours them both a glass of wine, and it pairs beautifully. 

When they’ve both eaten, the dishes washed and the candles extinguished, she’s practically vibrating with excitement. 

“My dear,” he says at last, as he watches her shuffling from one foot to the other, “are you going to tell me what has you so agitated?”

She grins and grabs his hand, standing in front of him, and the words burst from her almost immediately.

“It’s me, Zev. I’m the problem.”

He feels his face twist in confusion and sorrow. It’s not hard to deduce what she’s talking about, but he’s not quite sure why that fills her with such glee. 

“Tav… I’m sorry, I-”

She interrupts him with a finger over his lips. “No, no you don't understand. I spoke to Nettie. She says I can have children, I just don't ovulate at regular intervals. She said the reason we've not been able to conceive is because I have a hormone imbalance, not because either of us are sterile.” 

He lets her announcement wash over him. The thought that all of their issues have been poor timing and unfortunate happenstance is… Almost unbelievable. He’d resigned himself so fully to the idea that he was the issue, finding out that isn't the case makes his heart stop in his chest. 

“How do you-”

She interrupts again, “Nettie gave me a brew when I arrived, to balance my hormones. It’s why I stayed in the Grove a few extra days, so she could test them for me. She says everything is as it should be now. She says…” A blush rises over her cheeks, though the ecstatic smile over her features doesn't falter. “She says if we try now she suspects we’ll have no problems.”

He feels his own blush rising to his face, mostly due to the fact that Nettie now knows far more about his sex-life than he’d hoped to share with anyone ever . He opens his mouth to speak but she’s talking again before he can. 

“And, just to be safe, she brewed me a concoction with Mandrake. She said it tastes foul, but that it boosts fertility.” A smirk rises on her face, and she rises on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. Her breath is warm on his ear and he shivers. “I mixed it into my wine.”

The groan he lets out is involuntary, and it resonates low in his chest like a purr. The sudden switch from confused and sad to elated and turned on has his head spinning, and as she walks him backwards towards their bed he feels his cock rush to attention. 

A single hand in the centre of his chest pushes him back and down, and he sits staring at her from the mattress. She takes two steps backwards and slowly begins unbuttoning her blouse. 

“Zev…” His name on her tongue is like honey. He’s certain she does it on purpose and it drives him wild. “I want you to breed me, darling. Want you to fill me with your babies.”

He clenches his jaw and digs his nails into his thighs. He knows exactly what game she’s playing. She loves to unravel his sensibilities until he’s squirming - until he can't help but rut into her like a wild creature. She knows just how to toy with him to bring his infernal heritage to heel til she gets exactly what she wants. 

She chuckles at his reaction, because obviously she does. “You want that, love? Want to mount me and fill me up?”

The noise he makes at that is closer to a growl than anything else, and he nods tensely. She giggles and lets her blouse drop from her shoulders, and hells, of course she isn't wearing a brassiere. The realisation that she’s been planning this, waiting for this, drives him insane. Suddenly the new skirt makes far more sense. It takes all of his restraint to stay seated where he is.  

Tav brushes a thumb over each of her nipples and lets out an exaggerated keen, which has his cock twitching and straining against his trousers. 

“Tav…” He can hear the grumble in his own voice, watches as it washes over her and she shivers. “Come here.”

She shakes her head slowly, a teasing smirk flitting across her face. When she speaks, it's a breath. 

“ Come and get me .”

Every shred of control he has snaps and he’s on her in an instant, pulling her against his body in one long stride. He hikes her legs up around his waist and holds her there, drawing her as close to himself as he possibly can and bringing their lips together in a bruising kiss. She tightens her legs around him and moans into his mouth and, fuck, he wants her so badly. He spins and drops her down onto the bed, and she gasps as she lands on it. 

She looks a picture like this; skirt sitting high on her thighs with her tits hanging heavy on her chest. An image of her sitting like this, round and full with his child, fills his mind. He imagines her breasts full, imagines her body swelling with pregnancy, and Gods if it doesn't make his cock ache. 

“You…” His voice comes out strained, gravelled and thick. “Are such a tease . I try to be polite and you push…” He moves to stand closer, her head level with his stomach. “... and push…” He puts one hand on her shoulder, easing her backwards and hovering above her. Her legs fall open and he stands between them. “... and push …” He rolls his hips against her core and she throws her head backwards with a moan. “... until I can't help but fold you over, hm? Is that what you want, my love? You want me to use your body til you’re good and bred?”

Hells, she’s making so many needy noises and he’s barely touched her yet. She nods hurriedly, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning up to suck a bruise onto his neck, and fuck he loves when she marks him. He moans and tips his head to give her better access, and he feels Tav smile against his skin as she nibbles at him. 

He slips a hand under her skirt and moans at the realisation that she’s not wearing underclothes either. 

“Hells, Tav, you’re so needy for it. You sat there like this the whole time we ate, desperate for me, hm?”

“ Yes , Zev, Gods . Need you.” Her voice is breathy.

He wants to be teasing, wants to wind her up the way she does to him, but he’s not strong enough. Hearing her beg for him has his face full of heat and has his head swimming. “Can I taste you, love?”

She starts to give her assent, but he’s dropping to his knees before she even finishes getting the words out, lifting her skirt and burying his face in her core. The scent of her drives him wild, and the taste of her musk on his tongue as he drags it through her slick has him moaning into her. Her hands lace into his hair as he sucks her clit between his lips, teasing and tasting her until she’s writhing and keening and cumming into his mouth. 

She drags him back up, kisses him deeply, and the feeling of her tongue massaging against his is so erotic that he can't help grinding against her again. He can feel the wet heat of her cunt leaving a damp patch on the front of his trousers and he knows he can't wait any longer to have her. 

He manages to pry himself away and strips unceremoniously, letting himself languish for a moment in the heated way she stares at his body. The scars and infernal ridges littering his body have always, to him, been unattractive, but she looks at him every time like she can't bear to look away. No one has ever looked at him the way Tav does, and it lights his whole being on fire. 

There's no more conversation needed. He lays himself over her, folds her legs up towards her chest and sinks deep into her heat, and she throws her head back and whines as he fills her. With her legs pushed up like this he can fill her entirely, and the way she clenches around him has him gritting his teeth and grinding deeper into her body. 

“I’ll keep you here all night, if that's what you want, love. Fill you til you’re certain you’ll burst. Can't wait to see you full with my child.”

She tries to reply, but he chooses that moment to fill her with a deep thrust from tip to root, and her eyes roll back into her head as she frees a leg from his grip, digging a heel into his rear and pulling him deeper. With every thrust of his hips she keens, louder and louder until her cries reach a crescendo, and then she’s sobbing her way through her second orgasm and clenching her walls around his cock. 

The wet, tight squeeze of her cunt means it doesn't take long for him to reach his own end, spilling himself inside her just like she asked, kissing her lovingly through it. Every twitch of his cock makes her sigh and clench him harder, milking him of every drop of his cum until he’s laying boneless over her. 

Their heavy breaths mingle together as they share deep, meaningful kisses. When he tries to remove himself from her, she wraps her legs around him and shakes her head. 

“You said you’d keep me here all night. I hope you intend to keep that promise. I want… I want you to stay inside. I want to feel you get hard, and then I want you to fuck me full again.”

And hells, her words have his spent cock twitching valiantly, aching to take her again despite it being too soon, so he tells her yes as he leans in to kiss her again. 

[simpforboys]

the gift of eywa

neteyam sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: kiri gives you the best birthday gift

warnings: ATWOW SPOILERS!! flashbacks, mentions of nightmares/death/blood/gunshots, some angst, fluffy end, kiri is powerful af, depression

you and neteyam are 18-19.

this is based on a theory (or rather hope) that kiri is going to bring back neteyam for the 3rd movie and i need it to happen.

the dreams constantly got worse.

endless nights of tossing and turning, the horrible memory of what happened that night.

the night you lost your mate.

immense panic washed over you as jake helped you, lo’ak, and spider bring neteyam’s wounded body onto the rock-covered island.

“watch his head!” you shouted.

tears filled your eyes as you rested his head gently in your lap, his fading eyes looking up at you.

jake lifted his son to see the bullet went cleanly through the lung. you saw the way his face fell and knew eywa was coming to meet your mate.

“no… no! my neteyam, look into my eyes.” you stroked the boy’s hair in the way he absolutely loved.

his eyelids were fluttering as his chest went from rising and falling rapidly to almost a complete stop.

“until we meet again, my y/n…”

the constant pain of knowing your mate died in your arms was horrible.

that night happened two months ago. for two months you’ve received pitting looks from your people.

the most you’ve slept is probably twenty six hours throughout the sixty days, even though they started to blend together now.

you cannot remember the last time you smiled. genuinely smiled.

the remembrance of neteyam lived within the clan, as his energy went back to eywa with his funeral.

meeting neteyam when you were 15, the two of you immediately clicked. everyone in the clan knew you were going to be mates.

the day of your 18th birthday was when tsaheylu occurred. the night you officially became neteyam’s, and neteyam officially became your’s.

“are you sure?” neteyam looked over your glistening face, the white dots glowing perfectly under the tree of souls.

“positive.” you gave your soon-to-be mate a smile, grabbing your braid.

neteyam grabbed his, connecting your queue to his. the feeling was powerful, unlike anything you could imagine.

two souls had finally become one.

being mates of course came with the closeness of family. the sullys grew very fond of you, neytiri saw herself in you.

besides neteyam, you grew close to kiri. she became your good friend, someone you could go to when neteyam was being a skxawng.

and kiri noticed the way your face lost some of its color. you became numb, dull, and heartless.

it was very rare for mates to pass so young. and unfortunately, eywa has passed that fate upon you.

it made you bitter. people would bring you care baskets and you would shame yourself for getting pity.

but deep down, you knew neteyam would not want you to be sulking. he was such a bright soul, he would want you to live for him.

live. living; alive. it felt wrong to do without neteyam. the last time you felt alive was when you rode on neteyam’s ikran over the sea to the metkayina village.

the travel was rough, through storms and late nights. but neteyam made it special, he would let his ikran fly and would focus on you.

sometimes it felt as if his hands were still on you, holding you the way he used to.

you had become a little thinner from the lack of food you were ingesting. it was hard to do anything nowadays.

your ilu missed riding with you and would often swim up to the marui pod to check on you.

and kiri had enough.

her deep connection with eywa made kiri begin to research, to ask ronal questions.

and one day, kiri snuck out of the pod and went down to the spirit tree. she connected her queue and instantly, eywa heard her.

eywa had heard kiri’s prayers, neytiri’s sobs, and your broken heart.

the great mother had given one more chance.

kiri snapped her eyes open, seeing neteyam’s body in the center of the tree. she swam over, gently shaking her brother.

her heart almost stopped when neteyam’s eyes met hers.

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your nineteenth birthday had finally arrived. the first birthday in years you would spend without neteyam.

the sullys had given you gifts, to which you sadly thanked them. tuk had crafted you special little piece, a heart with you and her oldest brother.

it brought you to immediate tears, to which neytiri just held you as you cried in her arms.

“i miss him.” you sobbed into her chest.

neytiri had quickly grown into the motherly figure in your life ever since you left the high camp.

“i know…” neytiri softly cried, petting the top of your head in a soothing way.

she gently sung a soft tune into your pointed ear. your rapid heartbeat began to soften.

unbeknownst to you, kiri was leading neteyam back to awa’atlu. the great mother had brought her brother back, and knew this would be the best birthday gift she could give.

the metkayinas erupted into shouting as they noticed the boy who once died, now alive and smiling.

he wanted to see you.

neytiri’s ears perked up from the shouting. jake peeked his head out of the pod, seeing his once deceased son riding on the back of an ilu.

“what the hell-“ jake quickly ran out of the pod.

curious, tuk followed.

“tuk!” neytiri called after the youngest, getting up from her position.

lo’ak came running into the pod, grabbing you from your slumped position.

“what do you want?” you groaned.

“you have to see this, y/n!”

you stood up, peeking out of the pod to see the metkayinas surrounding what appeared to be kiri.

you narrowed your eyes, carefully approaching the crowd. neytiri’s sobs were heard from hundreds of feet away. the omatikayas were hugging something, kiri’s smile wide.

as you got closer, it seemed as if all eyes were on you. when you finally focused your gaze on what everyone was crowded around, you met bright yellow eyes.

his bright yellow eyes.

“neteyam…” you gasped.

“my y/n.” your mate smiled at you, his tail high in excitement.

you approaching the boy you grew to love in a slow and cautious manner.

“h-how?” you stuttered, reaching your hands out to hold his face in your hands.

warm, soft, and blushing just like they always were when you touched him.

“the great mother has given me a second chance, thanks to kiri.”

you looked at kiri, a tear in her eye as she grinned at you. “happy birthday.”

the amount of tears that flowed out of you in that moment almost seemed impossible. you jumped onto your mate, crying in his arms.

the metkayinas cheered from eywa’s gift.

“happy birthday, my y/n.” neteyam whispered into your ear.

you began to fall to your knees in the sand, neteyam holding you tightly against him. “mawey, y/n. mawey. i am here.”

eywa had finally heard your prayers. and now that you finally had your mate in your arms, you were never going to let him go.

[lunerna21]

Okay so now that I’ve finished White Rabbit Fest, I NEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVED THIS EVENT

***Slightly long post ahead just forewarning you lol***

WHEN I WAS ABLE TO MEET DEUCE’S MOM DYLLA, I WAS FREAKING OUT LIKE MOTHER LIKE SON AND THEY ARE SO GODDAMN SIMILIAR

THEIR SMILES!? MANNERISMS!? EVERYTHING AND ITS SO STINKIN CUTE!!

AND THE OUTFITS?! SO CUTE! I WAS IN LOVE WITH EVERYONES COSTUMES

And when Deuce came out in his outfit 😭❤️ He looked so good but it was so cute seeing him all embarrassed (kinda reminded me of Idia in the ending of Book 6 😂)

And when Dylla mentioned about how Deuce speaks so often about US AND ACE

MY HEART COULDNT TAKE IT I HAD TO WALK AWAY WITHOUT WANTING TO FALL INTO A PUDDLE OF HAPPINESS IT WAS TOO MUCH

I WOULD DIE TO SEE DEUCE SPEAKING ABOUT US AND OUR FRIENDSHIP BUT YET THE THREE OF THEM JUST CAN'T ADMIT HOW MUCH WE LOVE EACH OTHER AHHHHHH

THERE WERE SO MUCH MORE INTERACTIONS WITH EVERYONE THAN IN THE PAST BUT I JUST LOVED THE BANTER BETWEEN EVERYONE (and of course everyone dealing with Grim and his endless stomach lol)

And YALLLLLL when this scene came up 😭

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ITS TOO MUCH I LOVE THOSE THREE LITTLE SHITS SO MUCH

BUT THE BEST PART FOR ME WAS SEEING DYLLA BEING SO PROUD OF HER SON AND DEUCE STICKING UP FOR HIS MOTHER AND SHOWING HOW MUCH HE'S CHANGED FROM ATTENDING SCHOOL

.....couldn't tell you how badly I was sobbing happy tears it's just beautiful I can't even express how happy this whole event made me feel

For some reason I didn't watch Deuce's vignette when it released for the JPN server but OH MY GOD I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED IN THE SLIGHTEST

(Also I totally didn’t squeal like a fangirl when we went to walk with Deuce ALONE but we’re not gonna talk about that 😇)

I felt so bad that Deuce had to keep reliving his past mistakes including how some of the townspeople treated him instead of moving on from the past

AND WHEN THEY SAID THIS ABOUT HIM!!

I WOULDVE LAUNCHED MYSELF AT THEM SO QUICKLY LIKE HOW FREAKIN DARE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT MY BOY DEUCEY (even though yes him AND TWO OTHER LITTLE SHITS also contribute in most antics as well)

And when Deuce said this shit I needed a moment to pause and cry into my pillow 😭

AHHHHH NO DON'T SAY THAT I WANTED TO LAUNCH MYSELF OUT THE WINDOW I HATE HOW MUCH HE DOUBTS HIS GROWTH FROM THE BEGINNING (*cough* *cough* and how he got his unique magic BEFORE ACE I LOVE THAT)

But THANK GOD after Deuce was being a complete sweetheart and helping the people out he started to acknowledge his growth!!

LIKE HELL YES DEUCE SPADE, YOU HAVE GROWN SO GODDAMN MUCH AND I WISH YOU WOULD CONTINUE TO FEEL THAT WAY

I can't empathize how much I love Deuce and its just so satisfying and amazing to see a noticeable different from when we first met him and I cannot wait to see him kick ass in Book 7+8

AND FINALLY THIS JUST SENT ME BACK TO HIS PROMISE FROM WISH UPON A STAR!!! IT WAS TOO MUCH MY HEART-!!

.............Okay now that I've spoken my piece, this event is without a doubt a 100000/10 because of how wholesome this event was and seeing Deuce just being an absolute angel

Now I'm preparing myself for who knows how long till we meet up with Deuce or Ace again in Book 7...💀😔

[pri-haaa]

I Wish You Were A Girl. (Part 2)

→ Rody x Vincent (Rodincent)

→ Kind of fluffy, still has undertones of angst

→ Takes place after Ending 1: Table for One

(catch me if you can)

Description: He missed her voice. He missed everything about her. He missed the way she made him feel. Rody just wanted her to pick up a phone, for her to talk to him again. Why wouldn't she answer? Why wouldn't she give him another chance?

Being unloved as well as broke didn't sound very appealing to poor, heartbroken Rody. So, with crumbling hope that he would ever hear from Manon again, he trudges back to the bistro.

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"L-Listen, forget the dinner. Can I just hear your voice?" Rody pleaded desperately into the flat-lining payphone. "You haven't picked up a phone for a week. Please, just let me know that you're there..."

"Goodbye." the answering machine responded cheerfully into his ear, cutting the beeping line. Rody sighed and placed the phone back into its original place. Tears welled up in his tired eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks. "Manon..." he whimpered softly to himself, allowing stream after stream of tears roll down his cheeks.

After 10 minutes of sobbing, Rody picked himself back up, roughly wiping away the tears that stayed stagnant on his cheeks. He hated himself for letting this happen. If only he hadn't been so self-sacrificial, this wouldn't have happened. If only he knew how to love someone, she wouldn't have left him. If only relationships weren't so damn difficult, he wouldn't have had any issues from the start.

If only.

Rody found himself back in front of La Gueule de Saturne, looking at the glass doors anxiously. He had quit his job as a waiter because he had made enough money to take Manon out to dinner. But now, she wasn't even picking up his calls. This opened up a whole new can of worms, but he decided the first course of action was to get his job back, stabilize his life.

He stepped through the door, alerting the attention of a certain chef that happened to be walking to the front of the house.

Vincent's eyes widened as he took in Rody's figure, standing by the door, looking absolutely miserable. He knew it wasn't the time, but he felt heat creeping up his neck upon seeing Rody without his black blazer, and in just his white dress shirt. He quickly composed himself and stepped forward, a confused look on his face.

"Rody?" his voice was softer than usual. "What are you doing back here? You were pretty happy to resign from this position." Rody blinked at Vincent, trying to find the words.

"I'm...not in a very good position right now. I figured that I should...keep making money and stabilize myself. Get my life together, you know?" Rody tried to sound like he was happy about his decision, but in reality, he was an absolute mess. Vincent nodded silently and stepped aside, allowing Rody to step further into the bistro. His eyes never left his walking figure.

"I haven't yet found a replacement for you, so I suppose it's good that you came back before I did." Vincent tutted in a matter-of-fact voice, trying to sound nonchalant like he usually did. He was lying through his teeth, he had put off finding a replacement because of the little hope he had that Rody would come back. It seemed that his tiny wish had come true, and his heart wouldn't stop beating at a rapid pace.

Rody smiled gently. "I'm glad." he sighed as he slowly slipped on his black blazer, fastening it against his muscular figure.

Despite looking like the picture of misery, Rody worked the floor, running around and taking orders like nothing had ever happened. Vincent watched him from the kitchen windows, examining Rody's fake smiles and cheerful facade. As the shift wore on, the familiarity of the restaurant's atmosphere and Vincent's occasional quips and lectures put Rody in a slightly better mood. He started to enjoy having other things to think about other than Manon. Though, she would always be in the back of his mind, infiltrating his headspace and showering him in the memories of the pleasant times he's shared with her. Memories that had soured significantly.

Their relationship was like a flower. It withered as time went on due to the lack of nurture, and died out completely.

The day ended and Rody sighed a sigh of relief. He leaned against the counter, nodding at the chefs that filed out one by one to go home. There was only one person left; Vincent. After hesitating for a moment, Vincent walked up to Rody, struggling to find his words. Eventually, he parted his lips to speak.

"Good job," he spoke, "it's pleasing to know the way we do things here hadn't immediately left your mind the moment you resigned." Rody couldn't help but chuckle at Vincent's little jab.

"Thank you, Vincent. And, thank you for taking me back. I know it was probably a little confusing when I just up and left like that, but I'm glad you were kind enough to rehire me." Rody smiled, his words laced with gentle gratitude. Vincent's breath hitched.

"It's...no problem." he finally breathed out. "It's a little nice to be back! I had no idea I had gotten so used to this place despite only being here for one week." Rody continued on, his eyes averted, so he couldn't see the emotion welling up in Vincent's eyes, and the way his expression was changing rapidly.

"I'm...glad that you...came back." Vincent muttered under his breath so that Rody was unable to hear me. "I-...I wanted you back-"

"I wish Manon were here to see how much I made from my first week alone, though." Rody finished, pulling out the envelope that kept the money he had earned. He stared down at it with a sad smile.

He pocketed the envelope back up and looked up at Vincent. "Well, I'm going to head home. See you tomorrow, boss." Rody gave Vincent one last casual grin before strolling out of the bistro, his hands stuffed in his pocket, whistling a faint tune.

Vincent stared at the closed doors. Darkness draped over the bistro like an ominous blanket, the only sound that could be heard was the low hum of the freezer. His facial expression darkened, and his eyes slid downwards to his hands. His palms faced back at him. And he could almost see it. The pale skin of his hands stained with crimson red blotches of blood. Blood that had oozed from a stab wound.

Blood that belonged to Marieanne Vecher. Manon.

His hands shot up to his face, covering the panic that was slowly adorning his features. His breathing became erratic as memories from what he had done, what he had destroyed, flashed through his mind like some cruel picture show. Slowly, he forced himself to calm down, reminding himself as to why he had done what he did in the first place. It was all to infuse love into his cooking.

That's it, all he wanted was to understand the concept of cooking with love. All he wanted was to give the boy he liked something that he could enjoy. All he really wanted...was for Rody to enjoy his food.

Vincent uncovered his face and breathed out a tired sigh. He turned his head and stared at a specific spot. Where the freezer would be if he were standing inside the kitchen. "Manon can be a memory to him now. He doesn't have to know what happened." Vincent whispered to himself as he locked up the bistro. As he turned the key in the lock, he looked backwards again, his eyes narrowed.

"He doesn't have to know what I've done."

[queenshelby]

Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 24: THE LOSS

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Pregnancy Loss, Infertility

Your PoV (starting with a little flashback)

It was Saturday, at around 5 o’clock, when everything changed and you struggled to stand up straight, experiencing more pain in your abdomen than you had ever experienced before, all whilst watching Nina perform the chorography for her solo.

It felt like someone took a knife, stabbed you and then twisted it around, making you drop to the ground rather suddenly.

Nina, however, did not notice right away as she was focused on the music and her performance, thereby following your instructions to forget the world around her when being on stage and, unfortunately for you, she did not react when you tried to call out for her.

The pain was so intense that you could barely speak and the level of pain made it clear to you that you absolutely needed to see a medical professional right away.

“Nina!” you thus called out again, unable to move and, just as she noticed you having collapsed, you saw big red puddle of blood on the floor.

The bleeding was heavier than anything you had ever experienced and the cramping was torture, causing you to tare your nails through the ground as Nina jumped off stage.

“Oh shit” she cursed, unsure what to do.

“I need you to call an ambulance” you barely managed to say as you got even more intense pains around your shoulders and clavicle now, making your breathing rather difficult.

“Okay. I am getting my phone. Don’t move” Nina told you before racing to her locker while you tried very hard not to pass out.

It took literally everything in you to keep breathing and push through a moment that had you believing that you were living your last minutes of life while Nina called triple nine and it was just before the ambulance arrived that the pain went to a whole new level, causing you to finally pass out.

***

Waking up in the hospital, you had Emma by your side. She was your next of kin and held your hand when the doctors gave you the news which more than stunned you.

“We stopped the bleeding for now, but we must operate immediately” was what a man dressed in blue had told you and you still were not sure what was going on.

“Why?” you barely managed to say in your dazed state, causing Emma to hold on to your hand more firmly now.

“You are experiencing pregnancy complications, resulting in the rupture of one of your fallopian tubes” he explained, causing you to shake your head while the nurses rushed around to get you ready for surgery.

“I am not pregnant” you told him, still confused and somewhat besides yourself.

“You are. You have, what we call, an ectopic pregnancy and we put you on a blood transfusion in order to stabilise you for surgery. We will need operate now, remove the pregnancy, and see whether we can repair the rupture as you are still bleeding in to your abdomen. We need to act now as this condition is life threatening but we may need to remove your tube if we cannot repair it” the doctor explained to you and, all you could do by this point, was to nod.

“Okay, just do what you have to do” you then said while unable to grasp the fact that you were pregnant and, of course, since you had the implant put in at nineteen, you did not even consider the idea of pregnancy or miscarriage.

“The theatre is ready, doctor” you then heard one of the nurses say and, after that, everything happened so fast that there was not even time to think.

You were shocked and scared and completely heartbroken. You never wanted to have children but this came as a surprise and you did not know how to handle it. It was not fair, and you were not ready for it.

You just wanted to break into tears and sob in protest. The tears began to well, but as they began to fill your eyes, you turned within to impart a little wisdom upon yourself.

“You can do anything” you said to yourself which was exactly what your mother told you the last time you saw her. It was when you were taken away by the Department of Immigration and placed into the Forster care system, following which you had never seen her again. But, with this wisdom in mind, you turned to joking with your medical staff as you were poked, questioned, and drugged.

As you were wheeled away and the weight of anaesthesia began to bear down on you, you had complete acceptance of what was happening and trusted that everything was as it should be. Then there was nothing…

***

Awakening from surgery was like coming back to life. The drugs had your brain filled with a thick mental fog that had you feeling as though you were waking from a ten-year coma. You were in and out and barely capable of a clear and coherent thoughts, but it only took a second for you to realise that you were experiencing the worst nausea of your life. You made this clear to the nurse standing over you and as you again fell back out of consciousness, she injected something into your IV.

You came to it again moments or minutes later without any nausea and managed to ask where Emma was before you drifted off again and then, the next time you opened your eyes, you saw the nurse walking in with her and Connie who wanted to check on you after what Nina had told her.

“Is Nina okay?” was the first thing you managed to say, seeing that the last you remembered of her was her calling an ambulance which, at thirteen years of age, must have been a pretty big deal.  

“She is fine. But, how about you?” Connie asked, not knowing what had happened to you.

“I am okay, I think” you told her while Emma advised her that you probably needed some rest now and, without informing her of the procedure performed, Connie chose to give you some privacy.

“Thanks for checking in on me. I appreciate it” you said nonetheless and she nodded.

“Any time! Please me know if you need anything, alright?” she then said before Emma took the seat next to your bed for the rest of the night until, the next morning, you were woken by the nurses again, performing some tests.

While the nurses took your vitals, the head surgeon came in and gave you an update which was something that did not happen the night before due to an influx of emergency patients.

He informed you that, despite their best efforts, your left fallopian tube had to be removed. In addition to that, your uterus had been perforated as the pregnancy was attached to the left-hand side of it and you were informed that you would need some bed rest for about two weeks which included a five-day hospital stay.

The surgery itself was not easy and a large incision had to be made on your abdomen due to the severe bleeding you were experiencing, now leaving you permanently scarred.

“Okay” was all you told him in response to what he had to say and he was rather surprised by how well you took it, knowing that most women in your position would have been frantic.

“You may not be able to have children without further medical intervention” you were then told by the doctor and, again, you nodded and replied with a simple “okay” as, the truth was, that the relief of surviving something that had you so close to death had you more than happy to face whatever awaited you after surgery and that even included the prospects of infertility.

“A counsellor will be available for you when you leave hospital” he then went on to say and you to chuckle.

“Honestly, I have been through counselling so many times in my life, I can assure you that I won’t need it” you said and it was at this point that the doctor decided to give you some more space as well, allowing you to come to terms with what happened to you at your very own pace.

***

Several minutes later, you were finally served your first meal since your surgery and you could not recall the last time porridge tasted so good. You were starving and, just as you ate your mushy oats, Emma read through a magazine that had just been delivered to the hospital that morning.

“Anything interesting?” you asked as Emma zipped through it, page after page, until she gasped heavily, causing your eyebrows to furrow.

“What is it?” you wanted to know but Emma knew that now was not the time to tell you as she read through the short article quickly.

“Nothing, just some gossip about��no one really…” she said while closing the paper and dropping it to the floor, not wanting you to see its content…

[ruinationz]

what is up gamers of the jury it is time for another tadc fic. @numericalsins this one is for you bestie :3c

desc from ao3:

(("i was wondering if i can request something with jax and ragatha. doesn't have to be a ship or anything like that (or it can, if you want it to be, i honestly dont mind) i just want to see these two sillies interact :sob: THEY'RE SO SILLY !!!"-numericalsins, dis one is for youuu))

ma. ma the girls are fighting again.

(or, ragatha confronts jax. guys omg look how great friends they are totally mhm)

ok have fun this is another song based fic because i am diseased. look under the cut to read ok bye

"...Why do you have to be such a jerk to everyone?"

...

Jax made no effort to look or even glance at Ragatha from the wall he leaned upon, arms crossed as he stared off to the side.

"...What?"

"What do you mean, 'what'!?" She snapped at him as he rolled his eyes with a bored sigh.

"You know what I'm talking about! You've been mean to me, you've been mean to Gangle, you've been mean to everyone, for absolutely no reason at all-"

"It's not always for 'no reason'," He countered, cutting her off. "Miss Ribbons was smiling at me wrong last time. It was getting on my nerves."

Ragatha opened her mouth to scold him, then fell silent as she closed it to take a deep breath and compose herself.

"...Look, Jax: You may not like everyone here, and I really get that..." She began to make an attempt to reason with him, despite the rabbit's clear disinterest in what she had to say.

"...But...still! In the end, it's all of us against that...weird guy! So...we're kind of supposed on the same team, aren't we?"

...

A snicker that turned into a chuckle, then Jax soon burst into full-fledged laughter at her words. It lasted for a good minute or two before dying down, him giving a sigh as he wiped a tear from his eye and stood up straight.

"...You're crackin' me up, dolly. You know that?" He began to approach Ragatha as he spoke.

"I mean, you gotta think about it: You don't know these people. You're putting blind faith into a whole bunch of strangers! For all you know, they could stab you in the back at any moment!"

The rabbit narrowed his eyes into two yellow slits as his everlasting grin stretched across his face, then turned his back on the doll.

"...Of course, I don't know what I expected from someone like you." He said, as he began to walk away from her. "You don't think with your brains, you think with your heart. And, y'know...that's not very useful in a place like this."

The doll stared at the rabbit's back as he made his way towards the exit, taking in his words, until finally opening her mouth to respond:

"...I might think with my heart, but at least I still have one."

...

Jax stopped in place at that retort, his crossed arms falling to his sides, and Ragatha watched as he stood there completely silent before leaving the room entirely.

...

...Was he actually thinking for a second there...?

Ragatha shook her head and sighed, taking her hands from her hips and walking away to find something to distract herself from the situation.

[sakumasmut]

Alpha!Rei and Alpha!Koga x Omega!Gn Reader Ramble

tags/warnings: reader has two holes, abo, breeding, anal sex, biting, knotting, double penetration

Imagine being in a relationship with Koga, but one day you go into heat while Koga is out working a job. You’re sobbing, begging for an alpha, and then Rei happens upon your trembling form, just begging for an alpha to come and knot you. He knows that Koga wants to make you his mate, but you’re so full of desire…Rei can’t help but try and ease your pain. Nevermind his own tucked away desire for you.

He fingers your soaked hole, scissoring you open even though your slick is more than enough to get you wet. While you moan, he dials up Koga and lets him hear your cries and pathetic begging noises. After Koga gets to hear your pleas for him, Rei adds on that if he doesn’t get here soon Rei will knot you and knock you up for himself. It’s mostly a threat to make sure Koga gets here asap, but Rei wouldn’t mind taking you for himself either.

He intended to only use his fingers on you, but you’re still so needy even after making a mess on his hand. You keep grinding against his palm, begging for more, and Rei, as good as his self control is, decides he may as well help you out completely. He pushes his slick covered fingers into you anal hole, and spreads you open to get ready for him. Turns out he didn’t even need to do that either, because your body soon gushes out more slick from your other hole. It’s a huge turn on, and Rei’s inner alpha claws out, unable to wait to plunge into your ass. His cock frees itself from his pants and he practically slams himself into your ass. You cry from the sudden penetration, but it’s mixed with the pleasure you’re chasing desperately.

The entire time he fucks you roughly, you’re begging for more, because you know him fucking your ass will barely satiate your needs. Your other hole keeps clenching around nothing, even as you orgasm over and over. Even when Rei growls and pushes his knot into your tight ass, the heat in your body isn’t going down, and you know you need someone to knot you and fill your womb with seed, but Rei won’t do that, not when Koga wants to do that himself.

That’s when Koga finally bursts in, more than angry that Rei has been touching his omega. Of course, he feels terrible he was away when your heat started, but he’s going to make up for that now. Rei’s knot is still stuck in place inside your ass, and though he only pleasured your other hole with his fingers, it’s puffy and swollen just from how wet you are. Rei wraps his arms around your abdomen and pulls you towards his chest, letting your legs spread for Koga to mount immediately, saving his snarling for later as he focuses on making you his. You sob, finally getting what you need as your cunt clenches around his cock. Koga pounds you with no mercy, howling loud enough for people to hear and saying how he’ll stuff you with his pups. All you can do is agree with everything he says. You want his seed, his kids, his knot—absolutely everything will leave you a wreck.

Rei watches and breathes heavily against your ear as Koga continues pounding your omega hole, your sobs for an alpha making something stir inside him. He’s a bit jealous that Koga gets to claim you, especially since you’re almost certainly going to get pregnant and be marked as his mate, and feels his cock harden again, so he thrusts up as much as he can while still knotted inside you. What if he could be your alpha too? Why can’t he also get you pregnant with pups? He inhales your pheromones as Koga plugs you up and shoots spurts of his seed straight into your womb.

They both wait until you’ve all calmed down and their cum has settled inside you before talking. The two alpha’s cocks are still inside you, and neither want to give you up, so you suggest they share instead. What better way to ride out your heat than being fucked twice as much? Though Koga grumbles a bit, he obliges since he wants to make you happy. He and Rei both sink their fangs into different sides your neck at the same time, making you belong to both of them. Now that they’ve both claimed you though, Rei pops his knot out to push into your other hole and join Koga, wanting to start work on you bearing his kids. Needless to say, the two UNDEAD members won’t be taking their hands off you until you’re completely filled.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

I’m once again thinking about The Webs In The Rafters bc that is my weird ass insane fic that came to me in a fucked up dream.

Plus I love torturing Kyle so here’s an excerpt

“We’re all just takin’ a breather right quick.” Butters started. “Ken and I were gonna shuck corn in a little bit if you want somethin’ to do.”

Kyle smiled at that. Something about him seemed… off today, like something in the way he stayed leaning on the fence, but Eric couldn’t place it. “Dude, I’d love too.” The redhead’s grin didn’t reach his eyes. “Been too long since I’ve helped out with that side of things.”

If that wasn’t the fucking understatement of the year.

“Hey,” Kyle asked, “where’s Stan?”

Oh, of goddamn course. The OTHER buttplug. It wasn’t a secret. Well, technically it was, because no one talked about it, but anyone with eyeballs could see that Stan and Kyle had a gayass little private relationship going on behind Craig’s back. Good for them, or whatever, but if the Spider ever got proof…

“Upper pasture with Tenorman.” Clyde took a swig from his water bottle. “They’re working on that irrigation line.”

Kyle was still smiling and nodding, but he was white-knuckling the fence post. Why in the fuck was he white-knuckling the fence post?

Apparently Kenny noticed as well.

“Um, Kyle?” The tone of his voice made Cartman uneasy. “Are you okay? You’re looking a little peaked.”

Oh, something was definitely wrong. Yeah, the sickly little Jew was usually pale as a ghost, but his eyes were always bright in spite of it. Right now, his eyes were dim. At this moment, he looked as if every bit of life was being quickly sucked from his body. Being drained. Being fed upon.

Kyle dropped.

“OH SHIT!” So much for not caring. Cartman very much did care. He hopped the fence, immediately going for Kyle’s wrist to check his pulse.

“Butters! Go fucking get Stan! Clyde, bring the goddamn truck over!”

The pulse was there, not particularly erratic or weak, but Kyle was still unconscious. That ruled out dehydration or even fatigue or malnutrition. This wasn’t just a blackout episode. This was bad. This was really bad.

Eric watched the smaller man for any sign of seizure or discomfort. Nothing. Not even a hint of him stirring. Fuck.

He swept the red curls from Kyle’s sweaty forehead, and had to force himself not to vomit at the clump of hair that came away with his hand. Nope. Absolutely the hell not.

A sobbing Clyde pulled up in the farm truck right about the time Stan was throwing himself off the four-wheeler. Sansa, the sweet dog they’d all come to love, stayed by her human friend’s side, whining a little at the distress of the situation. The new kid looked frozen, Scott had emerged from the bunkhouse where he’d been fixing lunch, and Stan’s eyes were wide and unreadable.

“Cartman, what happened?” Stan growled.

When Stan Marsh got serious like this, it was terrifying, even to him. He only ever really got like that when it came to Kyle, though.

“He… he just… collapsed.”

That probably wasn’t the most helpful explanation, but it was all Eric could manage. Stan got the message, obviously, saw the urgency of whatever the hell they were dealing with. He scooped the prone body into his arms, blue eyes drilling into Cartman.

“Drive?”

[arcadian-vampire]

Do you have an info or art about the other characters involved with Kalamari??? Esp Glass since you mentioned them directly!!! OwO

Okay SO I do have a few things!! Most of these are old and a lil messy/outdated, so I'm really hoping to whip out a bunch of new stuff soon, but!! I'm gonna put everything under a ReadMore link again bc boy I have things to say and none of it is organized or really coherent so good luck (and also I am still shy)

I've got my two protagonists, Iso (I-20) and Aerani--

[These are Old outfit designs, I redesigned them sorta recently but haven't finished a drawing of them, sobs] I first drew Aerani in like, 2016 I think? and Iso followed not long after! Iso is a bunny chimera, so he's got big silly ears, wahoo. Chimeras have identification codes to keep track of like, when they were created, and Iso's is I-20: Chimera Generation I, Specimen Number 20. Aerani gave him the nickname Iso <3

Here was Iso in like. 2017? 2018? idk but it was ages ago. He's changed quite a bit, mostly bc I would Constantly misplace sketchbooks and Constantly forget exactly what things looked like lksad;f

This era of my art was so cute,, I wanna draw hair more like that again tbh

Here's a semi-recent doodle wip of their new outfits, hoorayyy. Don't mind how unfinished it is and my silly notes all over the place. I'm gonna just redraw this at some point bc my art has improved since then aklsdjf;lskdk

Comfy boys!! Iso's clothing is always kinda ill-fitting bc he Hates skintight stuff, and he is gonna lose those cute slouchy boots SO fast bc I'm gonna drop him in the desert. Woe, sand be upon ye

Iso used to live in a mansion w a rich guy that was Kind Of A Dick, until that guy's daughter-- Iso's childhood best friend-- snapped and killed her dad w a fireplace poker. I haven't drawn her yet and honestly How Dare I. I wanna draw her making flower crowns w Iso

I was Nervous about jumping straight into making smth about them, because I feel like I need wayyyy more practice to be able to tell the story I really wanna tell, so I ended up scooping up my dorky purple merchant Kalamari like 'you know what sure, you can be the protagonist of my practice project and it will be Silly As Hell'. I call my main Eventual Goal 'Quote Unquote Quest', so Kalamari's adventure I'm calling 'Quote Unquote Quest Negative One', since it becomes before the main thing! Aerani will be in that practice project as a side character, bc he's Glass's little brother, but Iso won't be

Also, please witness Aerani's pet, a squishy jello-like blob he calls a frog. It is absolutely not a frog. It sits on his head a lot and makes squeaky lil noises

Here's another chimera! She's much older than Iso, from gen F! The only one left from gen F actually. She calls herself Fa, and she doesn't like to talk, she just hangs out by a pond all day to watch the fish

This is OLD so I'm def gonna redraw it soon, but here's one of my antagonists! They by the name Scratch, and they're sort of. the opposite of Kalamari. I have So Much I wanna draw abt them omg,,

While I do like their color palette, I'm gonnadesign one to match. everyone else. The colors I wanna use for this project (that might eventually change ofc) are brown, orange, golden yellow, magenta, a slightly more purple magenta, violet, indigo, and blueee, with Very Dark Blue and Very Light versions of the other colors for lines and junk. Basically Kalamari Colors ft. some extras to spice things up, since my silly littol practice project revolves around her and how he sees the world:

Everything is very saturated of course bc I'm. cannot and will not use desaturated colors. It's kind of like my chunky lineart-- I can try So Hard to make it thin, but that just doesn't look right to me and as I work woopsie everything is thick and I'm dying

AND FINALLY. MESSY SKETCHY WIP OF GAY PEOPLE IN MY ART PROGRAM

Glass and Kalamari!!!!!!! I hadn't drawn Glass yet and I'm crying bc she's turning out so cute. sobs. I was working on this before I realized oh shit yeah the oc tournament is posting Kalamari tomorrow, and I had to stop to go finish up my other art + my oc sideblog bc I wanted that to all be ready to go

[evilminji]

I choose to make this Weird(tm) and hilarious. I choose to believe that means He's Pregnant. Congrats \(^o^ )/~☆ It's a Rage Spawn! World's ANGRIEST Baby!

Because One(1)! Ghost core can not make a ghost baby.... but TWO SURE CAN. And no one ever gave Danny the Ghost Talk(tm). There is a REASON you take Core related injuries or ailments to a CERTIFIED Ghost Medical Professional(tm)!!!

The bright side? The "joy of fatherhood" has DEFINITELY calmed and centered Jason. In that he is on a VERY panicked mission to retrieve his child, negotiate co-parenting with the Alien(?) he somehow got suprise superheroics pregnant(sweet Jesus, WHAT EVEN IS HIS LIFE), and binge reading both the parenting books he stole from the Manor AND the JLA's various "So You've Knocked Up An Alien, Demon, or Eldritch Beast!" Pamphlets. He's VERY Calm. NEVER been calmer.

In FACT, the ONLY person calmer, is BRUCE. Who is making Concerning(tm) wheezing noises and gripping the batplane's steering wheel so hard he may break bones in his hands! WE ARE ALL VERY CALM HERE, RIGHT BRUCIE?! *very deliberate, if slightly wheezing, controlled breathing exercise sounds in the background*

The Outlaws AREN'T helping, because all THEY heard is "blah blah Some One Kidnapped Jason's Brand New Adorable Baby and Probably Made Jason Cry. They Like To Kick Puppies. You Should Overreact About It!" Roy ESPECIALLY is out for blood because he KNOWS Jason hadn't actively been planning on being a Dad so HOW IS THERE A KID? And WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU?!

He and Nightwing are just feeding off each other in a rage cycle at this point and may MURDER their way through half the God damned continent. NO ONE has stopped to talk to each other. Timmy is THIS👌 close to his supervillian origin story, AGAIN. Damian is in the wind, on a one man campaign to Rescue His Nephew(tm), and probably both have a life changing journey of healing and come to grips with his own shit childhood as he vows to save the unborn Todd Spawn from a potentially SIMILAR childhood.

Oracle? She's just straight up at war with the government. Found herself an active threat to her new nephew. Not Today Satan(tm). GIW? Meet the tech equivalent of a tactical nuclear strike. She's out here destroying LIVES.

Cass is sitting in Amnity already. She's been there a week. She has discovered blob ghosts enjoy being juggled and tried the "Nasty Burger". The sauce tasted oddly... flammable. She is concerned. It has yet to occur to her that she should PROBABLY tell the others where "Nephew's Other Dad" is headed.

Duke and Steph, concussed and injured respectively, are watching with horrified awe and horrific glee as everyone LOSES THEIR SHIT. Alfred's sensible suggestion of just ASKING the glowing lad what was going on, perhaps over brunch, and having a civilized ADULT conversation... was dead before he could even fully voice it.

It is, of course, CRITICAL. Absolutely VITAL! That NO ONE has any fucking clue what is happening. One moment everything is normal. The next? The normally unflappable Bats are LOSING THEIR SHIT in broad daylight and multiple things are on fire. All anyone can get up at the Watch Tower is "AAAAAAAAA BABY AAAAAA JASON AAAAA HE TOOK RAAAAA NOT ON MY WATCH AAAA *BAT EQUIVALENT OF HYSTERICAL SOBBING* "

Yet? Hood is... Not? The culprit here? Victim? S-Should they be... HELPING? They DEFINITELY said BABY, right? There is a baby involved? That's important! We protect babies! ....from who though? Supes, you get anything out of that? Wonder Woman? ...Why are they in Illinois?! Guys this SEEMS likesomething we should be doing something about!

And of course! Ghost babies don't take nine months. They take however long they need too! Mostly, until they have a Core Cause... and enough ectoplasm. Which? The Rage Child most CERTAINLY has a CAUSE. All he needs is that sweet, sweet 'plasm babyyyy~ then HE, STORMAGEDDON (or some other EQUALLY no doubt Suitable and IMPRESSIVE Name his Father's will Bestow Upon Him) shall unleash his MIGHTY and UNSTOPPABLE WRATH upon the SCURGE of INJUSTICE.

Starting with the Joker. He's going to rip his throat out with his itty bitty baby teeth. For DADDY!

Wrath Child's birth is going to be... An Event(tm). So, SO many hero and anti-heros and GHOSTS and GHOST HUNTERS! Because, after all, Red Hood DID Suprise Superhero Weirdness Baby the Fenton's baby boy~ So :D obviously they have to kill him. Well MADDIE wants to kill him. Jack wants to know if this is a whirl wind romance thingy, if not, THEN kill him. Vlad has made the case for marry so the child isn't a bastard and Danny gets Hood's criminal empire.... THEN kill him.

Sam is gonna take his kneecaps. Who's? Yes. Tucker, Holder Of The Braincell, called Frostbite. Who, sadly NOT being the holder of the brain cell, panicked when he realized The Talk was never given and THE KING is about to be a single mom. That can't happen! Both the king AND his unborn child need support! I will (platonicly obviously, no offence Great One, but he prefers sexy other Yetis ya know?) step up and be the Other Parent!

Which? Will NOT stand. How DARE. No, no, clearly PANDORA shall rise to this occasion! And take on this great hono- *smash!* LIKE FUCK YOU ARE! The kid' be BORED to undeath! No clearly it has to be ME, EMB- *Dragon noise!* Mi'lord I came as soon as I heard! I am ready to help you raise your so-*Ack! Fwump!* A child allowed to roam FREE with no STRUCTURE or RULES? The LAST thing we need is TWO royal brats! I, by the power invest-*Fenton blast!*

LIKE HELL YOU ARE, SPOOKS! Stay AWAY FROM MY BABY AND GRANDBABY!

All this. Throw in TEAMS of superheros. Probably Klarion because let's be real hear, this is the greatest thing he's seen in MILLENNIUM. Hell, HE might volunteer to be the little rugrat's new Daddy just to keep the show GOING! How do you feel about a summer wedding, ghost king? We can do it on Christmas just to stick to that old Saint Nickolas you hate so much~? C'mooooon, let him be a Bad Influence~

And Just? Jason, so passed panicked he's now reached a nirvana like numb, just calmly picks his way through the CHAOS *Distant Klarion giggling* and just.... scoops up his baby. Throws his new co-parent over his shoulder. Aaaaand keeps walking. Jason has Decided: Nope(tm). Just a big ol... We are NOT gonna do this today. He has decided: To Not. Really, should have done it years ago! It's very relaxing.

Let's go get something to eat. Pick out names. My name's Jason btw. Danny huh? Nice name. We should probably buy some babystuff while everyone we've ever met tears apart the outskirts of your town. I'll pay, kinda a crime lord, also a Wayne sometimes. What're your thought on college funds... *they meander off and Amnity's current mayor, whomst is not Vlad, weeps at the destruction.*

@tourettesdog @cyrwrites @stealingyourbones

DPxDC Prompt where Danny does what comes to him instinctively when he meets Red Hood: he cleanses the man’s core. He’s not even sure how he does it– how he knows to do it. Danny just puts forward what he can of his own ectoplasm, expelling the corruption from Red Hood’s core in one foul swoop.

What Danny doesn’t anticipate is that taint latching onto his own core instead, reinforced with a vengeance.

[cave-monkey]

Monkey King Episode 8 (Part 2/2)

*BUSTS THROUGH THE DOOR* All right, time to finish this!

It's been two days since I watched this episode let's see what stuck.

"The Six-Eared Macaque has six ears! Isn't he really cute?"

Ginseng Fruit thinks Six Ears is cute. Canon.

Okay, so. The fake bunny ears? Absolutely adorable. Holy shit. These kids are the cutest. Jade Rabbit's body dysmorphia is probably on a level to qualify as the full disorder, and that's less cute and more sad and distressing, but it's so nice this attempt at comforting her worked and they were able to make her feel a little better about it.

Stone Monkey was so worried about her, too! Six Ears was clearly only there as emotional support (desperately needed, because Stone Monkey was not doing okay) since he had no idea who she was and Ginseng Fruit just didn't like her, but Stone Monkey probably would have started ripping the island apart stone by stone to find her if they hadn't managed to coax her out. He was worried! And emotionally unstable about it! Ginseng Fruit losing their patience and insulting her got them attacked.

Like, it took Marshal Ma a multi-episode timespan to wear Stone Monkey down enough to have him almost lunging for Marshal Ma's face. Ginseng Fruit got there in about two sentences. Even Six Ears was pretty alarmed about it. (Six Ears trying to comfort an angry and distressed Stone Monkey by cautiously reaching out to touch his shoulder from an entire arm's length away is very monkey of him. I just had to note that.)

Also that thing again of Stone Monkey's genuine anger being pretty violent. And how much quicker he is to lose it if the ones you're jabbing sticks at are his friends and not him.

I can't even really blame Ginseng Fruit for being upset they were spending so much time and energy checking on Jade Rabbit, since from Ginseng Fruit's perspective she was actively trying to hurt/kill the two of them nearly since Ginseng Fruit met her. They have reason to not like her and not want Stone Monkey around her. Still not the time or place, but their concern and frustration was understandable!

From Stone Monkey's perspective, what's a little attempted murder between friends, I guess? They had a Bash Brothers bonding moment against the Demon King's army before Jade Rabbit's headwrap was knocked off and she panicked, so clearly it's all square now. She was just upset! She didn't even manage to actually hurt them! It's fine! It's also possible he blames Ginseng Fruit for Jade Rabbit being angry at all, since if Ginseng Fruit had just stayed away from him like Stone Monkey had wanted them to, and hadn't tagged along, they never would have had a chance to run their mouth and set her off. Which isn't really fair, but. Stone Monkey barely seems to tolerate Ginseng Fruit at this stage of their relationship and that was true even before all this went down. I'm not sure he would be fair. Especially not when they're shouting insults his already hurting friend might be able to hear.

Six Ears got them to work it out, of course, but I definitely noticed that Ginseng Fruit's tears weren't even enough to rock that look of utter disdain until Six Ears scolded Stone Monkey about it.

(Ginseng Fruit: *sobbing*

Stone Monkey: Suffer.

Six Ears: Hey. Hey, isn't it funny how all your friends keep getting sad around you?

Stone Monkey: 😟*🎶SHOT THROUGH THE HEART🎶*)

Six Ears really did go for the throat, though. Jade Rabbit wasn't even Stone Monkey's fault! Don't imply it is! He'll believe it if it comes from you!

I thought it was pretty funny and cute though, that Six Ears apparently just took it upon himself to carry Ginseng Fruit around while they were accompanying Stone Monkey. Looking at all of this though, it might also have been him just trying to keep Ginseng Fruit alive. He put Ginseng Fruit down for FIVE SECONDS and in the next scene they're picking a fight with an already upset Stone Monkey and almost getting their skull crushed in. They were right back on Six Ears's hip in the next shot lol. Can't take these guys anywhere.

But in reality it was probably just Six Ears's self-appointed Monkey Kinda-Maybe-Prince Boy Scout babysitting reflexes kicking in. He accompanied an upset Stone Monkey to go find this other friend of his, saw this little guy with tiny little legs trying to keep up with them (and especially Stone Monkey who was probably not in the mood to slow down or have Ginseng Fruit on him), and just scooped without a second thought. And Ginseng Fruit likes him! At least if their comment about Six Ears being cute later is anything to go by. You have a stalwart fan now, Six Ears. You carried them, spoke up for them a bit, and now they will die for you. Ginseng Fruit does nothing by halves.

This episode had so much character relationship building in it. I loved it a lot. The actual editing of the episode was a bit more like a fever dream or like the guy storyboarding it hadn't slept in a week, so I hope they're all right, but the writing was hitting all the beats. It was so good. Easily my favorite.

[bewarethewolfarmy]

Lullaby for a Stormy Night

(This is stupid, a songfic and absolutely made for the purity of being self indulgent. I've been doing that a lot but this one is super fluffy soooo here it is)

There were many nights in which Sumaru Kokuryuu forgot what kind of child he had taken in and others, others he remembered all too well.

The young man was currently burning midnight oil in his study, working on a report back to the family that might somehow, some way explain to them why it was he had not returned home to the compound yet. There was only so much that the council would allow and with his father gone, he knew full well that he could not stay away for long as the new head of the family. Yet as he mulled over the paper, quill in one hand and the candlelight continuing to flicker and cast shadows about the desk, he could not help but recognize a sort of hesitation growing more and more within him.

Outside he could rain falling and he by chance turned to look out the large glass window that looked out over the city, framed by the dark fabric of the curtains; it was dark, darker than he could ever remember it being, and his mind thought on the lack of moonlight, of any light. Paris was lost to the pounding of rain and the darkness of the storm and Sumaru took in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment as he let himself pretend, dream that he was back within the forests that surrounded his old home, that he was under the boughs of the sacred tree Hanayume in the center of his family land, that he was back. There was a boom of thunder and he heard a startled cry which immediately made him once more open his eyes and turn this time to the doorway to the study.

The figure there, small and shaking, stared back at him from behind the doorframe and a pain crept into his heart, followed by a concern of when the child had even gotten there and why he wasn't currently still tucked into bed. Though of course some small part of him, deep down, understood the why: he thought of how they had met, of where he had found him, and of course the comfort of his temporary home away from home had to be so strange and unnatural to someone who had never known any true home. Just pain and revilement and fear, the latter of which he still showed in those wide eyes that watched Sumaru and upon realizing he was seen disappeared again behind the door.

He frowned lightly and sighed before speaking in a gentle, if not somewhat awkward voice. “Little one, there's no need to hide I promise.”

A soft whine was all he got in response, followed by another roar of thunder and yet another cry. Sumaru wondered what he had done to deserve this but he stood up, carefully pushing back his chair before making his way across the room. The closer he got to the door the more he could make out: there was a soft sob, and as he looked around the corner he found the boy curled up, hands alternating between trying to cover his ears and doing their best to try to hide his face. It was equal parts heartbreaking and sort of cute and with the lightest of smiles he bend down to scoop up the boy, making him cry out and grab hold tight as he could. It was not the first time that Sumaru had thought that he was far too small and far too light, that the boy was nothing but skin and bones, and as he carried him into the room, where there was light and the sound of rain and nothing else, he couldn't help but recognize why. The glisten of the boy's exposed skull, the way his wispy pale hair shimmered in the candlelight, and the strangeness of what had caused him to be so tormented for so long, the strangeness of half of the boy's face.

Yet all Sumaru could think was how light and small he was and how painful it was to hear him sob. “Does the thunder concern you, little angel?”

The boy started to mouth a “no” but another crack of thunder and he was clinging tight, burying his face in Sumaru's shoulder. And all he could think to do was rub his back and sigh softly, glancing outside once more, at rain and storm and wind. Then back into the room, at his desk, the books in their shelves, the candles flickering and the chairs about.

And the black grand piano sitting in the corner by the window, and with a hum he walked closer, continuing to hold the boy as he sat down. He ran his fingers over the keys for a second, feeling their cool smoothness before starting to play a few notes, and feeling the boy's grip relax just a bit. He smiled and continued to play, a soft gentle melody, a lullaby from his memories that reminded of storms of the past, of being little, of being scared, of being lost. 

“Little child, be not afraid, though rain pounds harshly against the glass like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger, I am here tonight,” Sumaru sang gently, slowly, carefully, “Little child, be not afraid, though thunder explodes and lightning flash illuminates your tearstained face, I am here tonight.

“And someday you'll know that nature is so, the same rain that draws you near me falls on rivers and land, on forests and sand, makes the beautiful world you'll see in the morning...”

For it was true he knew; for the storm here was no different than the storms he had memories of from home, the same as the storms in the countryside, as the rain that fell upon everywhere else from the beginning to the end. But the point wasn't to tell him that he was wrong to fear so much as it was to soothe and remind him, this child who had known so much ugliness for something as small as the circumstance of birth, that there was beauty and he had a right to see it.

Another thunderclap and a flash of lightning, the rain continued to fall but Sumaru, Sumaru continued to sing. “Little child, be not afraid, though storm clouds mask your beloved moon and it's candlelight beams, still keep pleasant dreams, I am here tonight.”

He chanced to smile at the boy, continuing his playing and seeing those wide eyes, those intelligent eyes, those brilliant eyes looking up at him before a pounding upon the window made him jump and both looked over to see a tree branch hitting the window. Sumaru did his best not to laugh and continued to sing and play, “Little child, be not afraid, though wind makes creatures of our trees and their branches to hands, they're not real, understand, and I am here tonight.

“And someday you'll know that nature is so, the same rain that draws you near me falls on rivers and land, on forest and sand, makes the beautiful world you'll see in the morning....”

He stopped playing just enough to adjust the boy, redirecting his attention back to the piano and with a gentle smile coaxed him into playing as well. He knew he could, he had heard before and he knew how important it really was to him. The boy fell into it and played the notes perfectly along with Sumaru while on his lap; the man chuckled lightly and thought, thinking of strange it was. Because he knew that a long time ago, back home, when he'd just been a little boy himself, he too had had to be coaxed to play on a rainy night. Maybe this was just fate.

“For you know, once even I was a little child, and I was afraid, but a gentle someone always came to dry all my tears, trade sweet sleep for fears and to give a kiss goodnight.”

But Sumaru's memory was of family, of a father who had loved him, of a mother who cared, of siblings and though he couldn't trust many outside of the inner circle, he still knew so much more love than this boy. He knew what it felt to be kissed goodnight and to share that he gave a soft kiss to the top of the boy's head, causing him to stare up at him once more with wide eyes. But Sumaru, Sumaru just smiled. “Well now I am grown and these years have shown that rain's a part of how life goes. But it's dark and it's late, so I'll hole you and wait, til your frightened eyes do close.”

The boy bit down on that swollen lip again but Sumaru found his voice, so sweet and angelic, joining as the finale came. “And I hope that you'll know that nature is so, the same rain that draws you near me falls on rivers and land, on forests and sands, makes the beautiful world that you'll see in the morning.”

“Everything's fine in the morning,” he sang.

“The rain'll be gone in the morning,” the boy sang.

“But I'll still be here in the morning.” Both sang together and Sumaru hugged the boy close, letting him finish the melody on the piano.

There was of course more thunder but the boy didn't shake, didn't cry, and there was a softness, a leaning in that made the man's heart melt. Especially as the boy turned to wrap skinny arms around his torso and hold close.

“Feel better now little angel?” Sumaru asked gently and got a nod in response.

“Erik feels much better, sir.” Okay that definitely made him chuckle.

“Chisana tenshi, I told you before; you don't need to call me sir or anything of the like. My name is Sumaru, and you are safe with me. You will always be safe with me.”

“....alright Sumaru.” The young man sighed gently. Some nights, some nights he really was unable to forget just what kind of child he had taken in. But whether a stormy night or as clear as could be, he wouldn't trade this sweet little angel for anything.