#and there's definitely some muses I'd like to get back in touch with

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The Spoiled Treatment ~ *Jamil Viper*

Summary: Jamil works so hard for everyone he cares about. It hurts your heart that no one takes care of him in turn. That's why you take it on yourself to spoil him rotten.

Pairing: Jamil Viper X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 768

Warning: N/A

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Taglist: @moonitsune @savanaclaw1996 @goseew

A/N: This is a request!

Jamil worked harder than any other Scarabia student you knew and it broke your heart. You understood why he did it; his family worked for Kalim's and he cared very much for the future of his dorm, though he'd never admit it out loud. But that didn’t mean he needed to work himself half to death. So you came up with a brilliant plan in an effort to help him relax.

When he woke up on the day of your plan, you surprised him with breakfast in bed. Instantly, he was suspicious of your behavior and your motives.

"What's all this?" He skeptically asked, staring at the food before him.

"Well, you do so much for Kalim and the rest of the students in Scarabia, but you never take any time for yourself." You sheepishly explain, shifting your weight from foot to foot. "So I thought I would do something special to show you how much we all appreciate you. And before you ask, Kalim is spending the whole day with his family back in Scalding Sands. The rest of Scarabia is out of the dorm as well. It's just you and me, and I am determined to spoil you rotten today!"

"But-"

You held the food you made for him up to his nose to stop him from protesting. "You can't back out of this, Now, eat up! We have a long day of doing nothing ahead of us!"

Though he seemed reluctant, Jamil finished his meal, which made you smile as he admitted to how delicious it was. Following breakfast, you brought him to one of the spare dorms that was used for the many guests that come over at the request of Kalim. You had completely transformed the room to look like a day spa. It was a lot of work and it was all done behind Jamil's back, but you were proud of what you accomplished. Jamil, on the other hand, was a little annoyed, but let it slide because of the puppy dog eyes you flashed at him.

He enjoyed a warm, relaxing bath as you gently washed his hair. When he changed into a fluffy robe, you brushed and braided his hair with deft fingers.

"You're pretty good at this." He mused as he let your fingers run through his soft, silky hair. "I might just have to ask you to braid my hair more often."

"I'd be honored." You gushed before tying off and beginning to massage his shoulders. 

He flinched at your touch. "What are you doing now?"

"I'm sure you're all wound up tighter than a clock and I was right. I'm just trying to ease some of the tension in your shoulders." You explain. "Just relax, please. Today is all about you."

It turns out, it was a lot harder to get him to relax than you anticipated. He was so jumpy every time you tried to do something nice for him. He also looked guilty when he thought you weren't looking, as if he should be helping you in some way. But you would not be deterred. You were going to show him how much you appreciated him because he deserved it.

You gave Jamil a mani-pedi and a hand massage. You allowed him to assist you with making lunch and he was definitely in his element as he showed you how to make traditional dishes from Scalding Sands. You couldn't stop complimenting him on his amazing cooking skills and his blush made you praise him even more.

After lunch, the two of you built a pillow fort, which was pretty elaborate thanks to Kalim's obsession with pillows. When you both were settled in comfy clothes and full of snacks, you turned on a movie marathon. As the hours ticked by, you watched as Jamil became more and more relaxed. It seemed your plan was finally working.

Dinner consisted of more comfort food for Jamil before you led him outside to stargaze. You both told stories about the stars above, leaning against each other, cuddling under a blanket. You almost fell asleep listening to the sweet lull of his voice, when you were startled by the sound of fireworks.

Jamil smirked and pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "What a finale, I must say."

You shook your head. "The fireworks weren't me."

He furrowed his brows before realization dawned on both of you at the same time. "Kalim."

A laugh escaped you. "Of course! I should've known!"

"Still," He pulled you closer. "Thank you."

"Of course." You nod and kiss him. "Anything for you."

[nisuna]

By popular demand I present you part 2 of the Toji x single mom!reader AU. Hope you enjoy!

(read part 1 here!!)

TW: A lot of bickering as always haha, bj, throat fucking, deep throating, masturbation, cum swallowing, you're both so stubborn holy moly, 1.3k words, Toji x single mom!reader

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He stayed longer than just for breakfast and actually became a frequent visitor. He even met your kids on one of his weekly stays. You didn't expect him to be good with kids at all, but they immediately took a liking to him. As soon as your parents heard you had a new man in your life and saw how happy you were they were eager to take the kids in more often so you two had time alone. It was an ordinary day, he was sleeping in as usual, but you were already busy making yourself ready. He promised to take you out on a date today, however even after your many attempts to finally get him out of bed, he still refused. A woman can only take that much, so you finally snapped.

"You're acting like you got pegged last night."

That woke him right up, he even sat up. "Excuse my tiredness after having to do everything myself, pillow princess.", he snarled

He's so annoying. You had to groan as you held your head. "Oh, is that so? Poor you, but just so you know, I do a lot of work, too." you approached him, pointing your finger at him

"Really? Haven't seen much of that lately. You have to try harder or I won't believe you." he was so smug about it as he stood up and took your hand in his.

"Just you wait, I'm gonna prove you wrong."

"Oh, how so?", he mused while pulling your body flush against his, kissing your hand.

"Stop it, we're late, we don't have time for this right now. Move your ass and don't be so stubborn.", you tried to push him away.

"What are you gonna do about it?"

Oh, now he's done it. You finally lost your temper and pulled him to stand against the wall. You palmed him through his pants as you pressed yourself against him.

"I'm gonna suck you dry, boy." , you said, already getting on your knees in front of him and pulling his underwear down.

"Hah, I'd love to see you try, do you even- oh fuck"

"Does he ever shut up?", you rolled your eyes while almost swallowing him whole. You muffled your impending gag with a hard suck.

You pulled yourself off his cock, tongue still sliding over the underside of it. "Just shut up and savor it."

Before he could speak you sucked his tip back into your mouth. You bobbed your head while his cock was hitting the back of your tight throat. You could feel the tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

To make it a bit easier on yourself, you pulled away spitting on your hand and pumping him while your tongue kept playing with his tip. He was being awfully quiet, which made you quite proud. Such a huge man at your mercy, you were definitely digging it. His eyes were glued on you throughout. Even though he had to throw his head back at your skillful tongue, he kept looking back down as if he couldn't believe his eyes. You shot him a smirk as you pulled up his shirt and kissed up his hard abs, your hand keeping a steady rhythm. He was messy already and you felt yourself grow wet, desperately rubbing your thighs together for some kind of relief. You were getting impatient, so you couldn't stop yourself from slipping your fingers between your legs. A moan fell from your lips at the contact. He didn't notice at first, but after feeling you moan around his cock so eagerly he finally looked down. Surely you wouldn't get so much pleasure from only sucking his cock, right?

"Holy shit are you touching yourself? Fuck that's hot.", he groaned grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you off of his cock.

Your eyes were still a bit teary and you let out a few coughs, taking a deep breath while you kept playing with yourself, showing him everything. Connecting your lips back to his cock you whispered. "Gotta make this enjoyable for myself too you know" You flattened your tongue and licked a thick stripe from his base and back to his tip. You were working yourself open with the same rhythm you were sucking on his cock.

"Fuck, how are you so good at this?"

"The best, actually.", you grinned, sticking your tongue out and playing with your clit.

"Alright, alright, too much talking." he groaned. "Get back to sucking, you look prettier that way.", he smirked before shoving his cock back down throat with two hands on your head.

He let out a deep moan after he bottomed out, continuing his teasing. "And keep rubbing yourself, I want you to cum with my cock down your throat."

Before you could even roll your eyes, he began moving and you felt like you were about to suffocate as you dug your nails into his beefy thighs. You tried your best to relax your throat as much as possible and went back to playing with your dripping cunt. You tried dipping your fingers in from time to time but your fingers just didn't do it for you anymore after having experienced his thick and long ones, let alone his cock. So you opted for circling your sensitive clit with your nimble fingers instead. His smell and the sensation of his heavy cock on your tongue was making you weak. He on the other hand also enjoyed the sensation of you moaning around his cock and how your throat would constrict from time to time. Oh he won't last long, but he has to hold out until you cum first.

"Good fucking girl, you look so pretty like that. Make yourself cum and I'll fill up your mouth. Fuck there we go."

You felt yourself twitch with every touch and couldn't stop your eyes from rolling in the back of your head as you came with a muffled moan and a mouthful of cock.

He was sooo smug about it and kept making snarky remarks and you let him while you were fingering yourself through your orgasm. But it didn't take you long to get back on track as you stopped his hips with your hand. You were supposed to be the one to make him cum. And that's exactly what you did, pumping his shaft with one hand while bobbing your head and paying special attention to his tip with your tongue. You locked eyes with him and that's what broke him. He grabbed your head, shoving himself down your throat as far as he could and finally gave you a taste of his cum.

It tasted like shit, but you had a point to prove so you woman-ned up and swallowed every last drop. After you were done you pulled yourself off with a pop, proudly sticking your tongue out.

"You were saying?" Now it was your turn to be smug.

"Fuck, you're good, I'll give you that."

"Very good" you hummed and got back up, rubbing out the dents on your knees from the hard floor. "So if you don't have anything else to say let's finally- hey!!", you were very rudely interrupted by him picking you up and carrying you back into your bed. "What do you think you're doing mister??", you interrogated while pulling on his ear.

"You think I can just move on and act like nothing happened after the best head of my life?"

It's so cheesy, he really acts like a horny teenager a lot. But still, you were speechless, so you just blinked at him in silence, letting him continue.

"Gotta finish what you started, sweetheart. l want you to prove me wrong some more why you're not just a pillow princess in bed." So annoying, but extremely exciting as well. "Fuck it", you gave in and crashed your lips against his while he held you up in his strong arms.

You two definitely won't make it out of the house today. Better luck next time!!

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Part 3 anyone?? haha

[sunnynwanda]

IDEA!

Chill oblivious Hero x flirty flamboyant Villain

Something funny, or not, whatever you’d like to write :]

Drop Dead

Part 2

Warnings: flirting (?), borderline obsessed with each other.

Song rec: VOILÀ – Drop Dead Gorgeous.

Hero leans back against the wall, their head spinning from the flashing lights and the noise that others referred to as music. Sometimes, social responsibilities felt more tiresome than a night-long battle with Villain. It was certainly more fun, too. Besides, Hero definitely felt more comfortable wearing a blue leather costume as opposed to the black lace masquerade mask adorning their face now. They glance outside the window, city lights capturing their attention, providing a sense of comfort to their buzzing mind.

"Drop. Dead. Gorgeous."

Hero winces, recognising the voice and dramatic flare of their nemesis before even turning around. They glance up, their gaze focusing on the reflection in the glass of the window. Villain looks breathtaking, clad in an all-black outfit, as per the host's demand. Not that it was any different from their usual preference. Hero, on the other hand, rarely wore black.

"You look stunning wearing my colour, baby," Villain continues, choking on their words in exaggerated awe when Hero turns to face them. "Taking my breath away with those gorgeous eyes of yours."

"How did you even recognise me?" Hero questions, brushing their hair back from their forehead.

Villain rolls their eyes with a slight smirk. "I'd know those lips anywhere. They've been driving me insane long enough."

Hero rolls their eyes in utter - fake - exasperation. Villain's flirting was something they grew accustomed to as an integral part of their encounters. Hero couldn't quite pinpoint how that was supposed to give their opponent an upper hand, but they were not one to question Villain's strategic genius.

"You're giving me a headache," they complain, taking a sip of their drink to hide how flustered they are by Villain's unrelenting advances. If it were anyone else acting in this manner, Hero would have punched their lights out months ago, but with Villain... something was holding them back from putting an actual stop to their dynamic. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Just wanted to see you, sweetheart. Been running through my head all day," Villain muses, trapping Hero against the window, the edge of the sill digging into Hero's lower back. "All damn day."

"You could be arrested here," Hero tries to knock some sense into them, looking over their shoulder to check for any spectators. No one seems to be paying them any mind.

Villain grins, stepping closer until their chest almost touches Hero's. Almost.

"You're not working today," Villain counters, taking Hero's glass out of their fingers and placing it on the window sill. "No one else can get me to drop my guard." They lean impossibly close, whispering into Hero's ear.

Hero gulps, their breath hitching in their throat at the immediate proximity. They can feel Villain's breath on their skin, the heat radiating off of Villain's body clouding their judgement before they shake their head, composing their expression and offering Villain a nonchalant shrug. "I could reveal you."

"You could be the death of me, darling, and I wouldn't mind," Villain's smooth voice fills their ears again, a hand trailing up their side until it reaches the side of their neck. Villain somehow leans even closer, making Hero's eyes flutter shut at the intimate touch. "I'd drop dead at your feet if that was what you wanted."

Villain mutters the words into their skin, their lips ghosting over the base of Hero's jaw. It takes Hero a moment to process their words, their eyes flying open when the gentle night breeze hits their flushed skin. They whip around, staring at the ajar window, not a trace of Villain left behind except for the heavy blush rising up their neck and the lingering feeling of Villain's lips on their jaw.

"God damn it."

Part 2

A/N: Hi, sweetheart! I might have digressed with this one xD The masquerade theme popped out of nowhere. Hope you enjoy this nonetheless <3 I sure had a blast. Love, Sunny xo

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫: 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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part 01 of 06 | masterpost

word count: 5,1k | ao3 link | fic's playlist

✦ on this chapter: NSFW!!!, james hetfield x female!oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, grief, mxf sex, unprotected sex

✦ a/n: The epilogue's finally here! As I said before, I had to split it into a few parts because it turned out really long and I wanted to tie all loose ends lol I haven't finished writing it yet, but I'll try to keep posting twice a week. Many things will have changed in this, since it's set mostly in 1992. We will have some flashbacks, but I dated all the parts so it wouldn't get confusing. Hope you enjoy the read, feedback is welcome! ❤

December 31, 1991

San Francisco in December hit me with that familiar chill as soon as I stepped off the plane; I quickly slipped on my gloves and shrugged into my coat, letting out a sigh as the cold nipped at my nose and fogged up my breath. It felt weird being back after so long, back to the city where I'd lived, loved, and grown up all those years ago.

I’d bid farewell to San Francisco two years back when my art career started picking up steam, making the move to LA seem like the logical next step. Coming back to the city stirred up a pain that ran deep in my bones — a constant reminder of the happiness I once knew but could never quite recapture, a bittersweet flashback to all I'd experienced — and all that had slipped away.

Lars had invited friends and family for a massive bash at his vacation home, ringing in the end of the year and welcoming 1992 with a bang. I had a hunch the extravagant party had something to do with his recent divorce, after a rushed marriage which had barely lasted two years. He'd even sent his driver, Simon, to scoop me up from the airport.

It was a relief not to have to wrangle a taxi amidst the chaos of folks flying in for the last flights before New Year's Eve. Slipping into the Jaguar, I peeled off my sunglasses with a sigh; those shades had become my shield against being recognized in the last few months. Ever since I'd started doing TV gigs, getting spotted by strangers and paparazzi was becoming a regular thing. It came with the territory, sure, but sometimes, a girl just wanted a little peace and quiet.

"Good afternoon, Miss Burton," Simon greeted me with a smile as I hopped into the car, and I shot one right back at him. "Mr. Ulrich was really looking forward to your arrival."

"Thanks, Simon. Are the others already there?" I inquired, my gaze drifting out the window as we cruised away from the airport.

"Yes, Mr. Hammett and Mr. Newsted are. Mr. Hetfield will show up later; I'll swing back to get him after dropping you off. And Miss Summers won't be joining us."

I let out a sigh. Ever since Cliff had passed, Leanne had drifted away from the group, moving to another city and cutting most ties. She said it hurt too much to stick around — too many reminders of him . I got where she was coming from and harbored no hard feelings, but her absence had definitely put some distance between us over the years.

"Well, I'll have to shoot her a call later and wish her a Happy New Year," I mused absentmindedly. "Do you know if my aunt and uncle are gonna make it?"

"Yes, I'll pick them up later," Simon replied, earning a small smile from me. Despite Cliff's passing hitting us all hard, Aunt Jan and Uncle Ray had been a steady presence for me and the guys. They'd practically become like second parents to all of us over the years, always there in the Metallica routine, whether it was on the professional front or at family and friends' get-togethers.

It took us a bit to roll up to Lars' vacation home, a big old mansion tucked away in one of San Francisco’s most expensive neighborhoods, a far cry from the tiny house we used to live in back in the day. Simon pulled up at the main entrance; the door was wide open, and I caught a glimpse of the staff buzzing around, putting the final touches on the shindig. Judging by the crates of booze being unloaded, this was gonna be more than just a cozy New Year's bash with a few friends.

"Thanks for the ride, Simon," I said, grabbing my bag and popping open the car door. "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Miss."

It didn't take me long to spot Lars; the moment I stepped into the foyer, there he was, barking orders to his assistant at lightning speed, champagne glass already in hand. I couldn't help but grin; classic Lars, hitting the booze before anyone else. He turned my way at the sound of my footsteps echoing on the polished floor, breaking into a smile as he strode over.

"Nore!" he exclaimed, pulling me into a bear hug. "I'm so stoked you made it."

"Hey, Lars," I grinned, returning the hug. It had been a hot minute since I'd seen him or any of the guys; 1991 had been a whirlwind for all of us, and work had pretty much consumed our lives at warp speed.

"How was the trip? Did Simon take good care of you?"

"Yeah, it was smooth sailing. Simon's a pro, always has been. But seriously, Lars, you shouldn't have him grinding away on the last day of the year."

"Oh, he's getting compensated handsomely for it, don't you worry. Hey, you remember your way around the house, right? Kirk and Jason are probably chilling in the sauna. Oh, Allie!" Lars called out to his assistant, a dark-haired girl who looked eager to please. "Got the guest list handy? Can you show our girl here where she'll be crashing tonight?" Allie nodded briskly, and Lars flashed me a smile, turning back to me. "Party kicks off at 9 PM, so I'm just tying up loose ends. Make yourself comfy, grab some grub if you're hungry, alright? Consider the place your own."

I trailed after Allie to my room, a fancy suite with a king-size bed that looked like it had never been slept in. Lars always had a flair for the extravagant, but Metallica's success in recent years seemed to have kicked that into overdrive; his new vacation house was straight-up lavish, with more rooms than I could count, a massive pool, a sauna, and even a private movie theater.

I decided to chill in my room until the party kicked off; as much as I was itching to catch up with everyone, I was straight-up wiped out. Lately, I'd been craving more time alone, away from the chaos of the ragers my friends used to live for. But hey, I knew we'd all cross paths eventually, and sure enough, when I finally made my grand entrance, one of the first faces I spotted was Kirk's, rolling in with James, who apparently had arrived while I was hiding out.

"Nore!" Kirk grinned, pulling me into a hug. I chuckled, hugging him back. "Damn, you're looking good!"

"Thanks, Kirk. It's all Lars' doing; he picked out the dress," I replied, nodding at the long red number I was sporting. I’d found it laid out on the bed in my room with a note telling me to rock it for the night. I eyed Kirk's suit, a slick navy number with gold accents. "You're looking sharp yourself."

"Yeah, that's all Lars' handiwork too. Dude's on a mission to throw the ultimate party. But hey, who am I to complain? There's champagne!" Kirk chuckled, clinking his glass against mine.

"Hey, Nore." I glanced up at the sound of his voice, meeting James' intense blue gaze. A faint smile tugged at my lips; being around him always stirred up a whirlwind of emotions that were hard to untangle. Love, sure, but also heartache. It stung, yet it felt oddly comforting. Like coming home.

"Hi, James," I greeted him softly. Kirk shot us a quick look.

“Well, I'm gonna go track down our host. Catch you guys later!" He excused himself. I watched Kirk saunter off, a slight jolt running through me as James' hand landed on the small of my back.

"Have you grabbed a bite to eat yet? Lars said you got here before me," he murmured, his voice low. I looked up at him, seeing his eyes scanning the crowd of guests, a champagne flute in his other hand.

"Not yet."

"Want me to snag something for you? Lars went all out with the spread this time."

"I'm good, James." 

"Didn't drag your boyfriend along to the party?" he quipped, and I couldn't help but snort.

"What boyfriend?"

"That... Brian guy? I dunno, it's hard to keep up with all the dudes you've cycled through since we split," he remarked, a hint of irony dancing in his eyes. I furrowed my brow; was he joking or dead serious? It was getting tougher to read James these days.

"If you wanna know if I'm seeing someone, just ask," I shot back sharply. He let out a sardonic laugh and rolled his eyes. I held his gaze. "And what about your 'Nothing Else Matters' chick? She bailed on the party?"

"I ended things with her," he replied, a hint of annoyance creeping into his tone. "And I've told you that song wasn't about her."

"Then who was it about?"

"Do I really need to spell it out?" he growled, stepping closer. I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze head-on. James and I had been locked in this dance for a while now, his anger clashing with my pain like sparks flying. It didn't shock me that Kirk wanted no part of our little reunion.

"I'm gonna go track down Lars," I tossed back dryly before strutting off. I could practically feel James rolling his eyes as he polished off the rest of his champagne in one gulp.

I didn't cross paths with James again until much later, well after midnight had come and gone. We’d all gathered on the balcony to catch the fireworks, dishing out Happy New Year wishes and hugs left and right. When the crowd filtered back inside, I lingered behind, a cigarette dangling between my fingers as I stared up at the star-studded sky, grappling with the bitter irony that another year had kicked off without Cliff here to see it.

"I did wanna know, actually," a voice cut through the silence, jolting me. I turned to find James leaning against one of the pillars, his gaze fixed on me with a serious edge.

"What?" I murmured, my heart picking up its pace as he closed the gap between us.

"You said if I wanted to know if you were seeing someone, I just had to ask. And I did wanna know," he replied, so close now I could smell the booze on his breath.

"I'm not," I answered, and he grunted, satisfied, before pulling me into his arms, his lips finding mine.

He tasted like beer and tobacco, his lips moving against mine in a familiar dance, the echoes of an old tune. No matter how much time passed or how much it hurt, James and I always found our way back to each other.

"You know that song was about you," he murmured, his kisses trailing down my neck, his grip tightening on my hips as he pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together. "Do you really have to mess with me like this?"

I didn't answer; instead, I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him back to me, his arms holding me tight as he kissed me with urgency, nipping at my lower lip. He wasn't holding back as he pushed me against the balcony railing, his hands hiking up the skirt of my dress, his touch igniting a fire in my belly.

"My room or yours?" I gasped against his lips.

"Does yours come with a bathroom?" he quipped, and I chuckled softly, nodding. "Figures. Lars always hooks you up with the best ones."

"Mine, then," I murmured, a faint smile playing on my lips.

We made our way up to my room, James guiding me through the labyrinth of hallways and rooms in the house with his hand in mine. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, his hands were back on me, pulling me close as his lips trailed hungrily along my neck, tugging at the straps of my dress.

"James, you're gonna wreck the dress..." I protested weakly, my fingers tangled in his hair. He grunted, yanking it down, and I heard a rip that probably meant the garment was already ruined anyway.

"I'll get you another one," he grumbled. "As many as you want."

With urgency matching his, I stripped off his shirt, a few buttons popping off and bouncing across the bedroom floor. Before I could even blink, he lifted me, depositing me on the bed and positioning himself over me. I kicked off my heels, sending them flying into some forgotten corner, releasing a low moan as he pressed against me, his arousal evident through the fabric of his pants. There was no time for calm contemplation, no room for hesitation or second-guessing if this was the right move; our desire for each other was insatiable, ravenous and desperate, and I felt it would consume me completely if we didn't satisfy it right then and there.

I sighed as his lips reclaimed mine, his hand tangled in my hair, gripping it firmly as I worked on unbuttoning his pants, easing them down. He pulled back for a moment, shedding the rest of his clothes before sliding off my panties, emitting a low groan as he entered me. I shut my eyes, clutching onto his arms tightly, my nails digging into his skin. He wasn't holding back; and honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Look at me," he growled, his hand guiding my chin as he thrust into me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I obeyed, meeting his gaze as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, my mouth slightly agape as I let out small, sharp moans. He shifted his hand to my neck, pressing his forehead against mine.

"James..." I moaned, my grip on his arms tightening as he picked up the pace, sending shivers down my spine. "James..."

"I wanna ruin you. You get that?" he growled, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body at his words. Of course, I got it. What were we if not each other's downfall? What more could I want than for him to consume me entirely, even if just for a moment? For all the pain and heartache to vanish, if only while he was inside me. "I want you to be mine, all mine, all mine... Fuck..." he buried his face in my neck as my climax washed over me, my body clenching around him, my legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him deeper. "Nore..." he groaned, his own release crashing over him, filling me completely as he continued to move until the intensity of his peak forced him to collapse onto me.

He rolled away, settling beside me, leaving a pulsating void inside me where pain and pleasure danced together in my womb and heart. I shut my eyes, focusing on steadying my breath, and let out a soft chuckle when I felt his lips on my neck, his arms pulling me close in a fleeting but genuine comfort.

"My girl..." he murmured against my ear, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. I'd lost track of how many times he'd called me that, but it never failed to stir something in me. "Why do you keep running from me? Don't you know I love you so?"

I opened my eyes, locking onto his gaze, a blend of longing and yearning reflected back at me. Nestling into his embrace, I placed a soft kiss on his lips, feeling his gaze soften into a tender warmth that sent tingles down my spine.

"I'm here now," I murmured, tracing my fingers gently over his face. He sighed, closing his eyes, intertwining our hands and pressing kisses to my palm, one, two, three times before pulling me close in a tight hug.

Peace hadn't been a frequent visitor in my life for a while, but in that moment, I found it. I'd always find my way back to James, and he'd always find his way back to me. That certainty coursed through my veins, leaving me feeling whole in a way I hadn't in ages.

The next day, we'd be back in the spotlight, the distance between us creeping back in like a toxic fog. But for now, on that night, I was content. I was at peace.

I was home.

September 28, 1986

The shrill ring of the phone pierced through the silence of the empty house, yanking me out of a deep slumber with a groan. I blinked, the heavy rain drumming against the bedroom windows registering in my foggy mind. Stretching out across the bed, I groped for James, only to remember he wasn't there; my boyfriend was off on tour with my cousin and my friends. That left just Leanne and me holding down the fort.

Dragging myself out of bed, my eyes still weighed down by sleep, I shrugged into my robe and slipped on my slippers before trudging out of the room, descending the stairs at a snail's pace. Flicking on the lights in the living room, I scowled at the clock — it wasn't even seven in the morning. This better be an important call, I grumbled inwardly. I was itching to crawl back under the covers.

"Hey," I mumbled, stifling a yawn and rubbing my eyes in an attempt to shake off the sleepiness.

"Hey, Nore," James' voice crackled through the receiver, but in my grogginess, I barely registered the tense undertone, so unlike his usual laid-back demeanor.

"Babe..." I murmured, another yawn threatening to escape. "I know you're in a different time zone, but it's way early here. I was out cold..."

"I'm sorry. I had to call," he replied, and this time, the strain in his voice didn't go unnoticed. I furrowed my brow, sinking down onto the couch beside the phone, suddenly wide awake.

"Is everything alright? Did something happen?"

"Yeah, something happened. Is Leanne there with you?"

"I think she's asleep. Why?"

"We had a crash," he said, and my heart clenched, a surge of unease and dread knotting my stomach. "We were on the road... Late at night. The driver lost control..."

My breath hitched, and in that instant, a sense of foreboding washed over me. Something felt off, deeply unsettling. It just didn't add up. I knew I should be getting this call from someone else. I knew my cousin; I knew Cliff would want to speak to me and Leanne directly, to break the news himself.

Like when he shared he was leaving Long Beach for San Francisco. Like when he announced he was joining Metallica. Like when he called to tell me Dave got booted from the band, or when he rang to say Metallica was wrapping up tour and he wanted me there for their first hometown gig after dropping the first album.

Something wasn't right.

"James," I whispered, my voice trembling, tears pricking at my eyes as if I already knew what he was going to say. "What happened to Cliff?"

January 1st, 1992

I jolted awake, my cheeks damp with tears that refused to cease flowing. I sighed heavily, my breath shaky, the early morning sunlight just beginning to seep through the curtains. James' arms were wrapped snugly around me, his breath warm against my shoulder as he softly snored.

That dream, again.

It always seemed to resurface whenever I was near James. Maybe my subconscious still linked him to that chilly morning, to that phone call that’d shattered any hope of happiness for the rest of that year and beyond. A call that tore a hole in the fabric of my world, leaving an ache in my heart that felt like it would never mend.

The call that had shattered my heart for good, leaving no chance of putting the pieces back together.

I carefully shifted James' arm away from me, slipping out of bed and heading to the bathroom. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I took in my tired blue eyes framed by dark circles, my brown hair tumbling in waves over my shoulders, and the red marks on my neck and collarbone left by James the night before. With a sigh, I opened the bathroom cabinet, my hands trembling slightly as I reached for the pills I knew would help ease my anxiety.

I lacked the courage to return to bed, so I nestled into one of the armchairs in the corner of the room, observing James' peaceful slumber as the daylight gradually filled the space. He stirred awake soon after, as if sensing my absence beside him, his eyelids fluttering before he groggily opened his eyes. With a puzzled frown, he reached out for the bed, only to find it empty, prompting him to scan the room. A sigh escaped him when he spotted me, a sense of relief washing over his features that tugged at my heartstrings.

"Bad dream?" he inquired, and I simply nodded in response. "You wanna hop back into bed?"

"I'd rather not risk slipping into another nightmare," I admitted, and he sighed, sitting upright.

"Well, I know a surefire way to keep you awake, if you're interested," he quipped, and I managed a shaky laugh. I much preferred this relaxed and caring version of James to the sarcastic and irritable one from the night before. "So, spill. What was haunting you this time?"

"The usual. That day," I murmured. It wasn't anything new; I'd replayed that nightmare countless times, and James was well aware. My demons weren't a mystery to us, but that didn't make them any less terrifying.

With a sigh, he got up and strolled over to me, scooping me up effortlessly, which elicited a surprised gasp from me. He carried me back to bed, settling me down beside him, his hand securing my waist while the other supported the underside of my thighs, lifting one leg and tucking it around his waist. I hugged him tightly, nuzzling into his chest. It was a brief moment of warmth and solace, a fleeting calmness that I knew would vanish as soon as the day kicked into gear and he walked out that door.

"Are you taking off today?" I whispered softly. I understood that once James and I dove back into our regular routines — fame, commitments, the whole mess — things would get complicated again. I'd lose him once more; I'd been through that too many times in the last few years to entertain any other outcome. But as long as we were together, there, shielded from everything else, he was mine. And I craved his presence. I craved his warmth.

"Do you want me to jet today?" he countered, and I shook my head no. He grumbled under his breath, the rumble vibrating against my cheek as I snuggled closer. "Then I'll hang tight. I suppose we can annoy Lars a bit longer."

"I'm too scared to doze off," I admitted weakly, grappling with the heaviness of my eyelids, which threatened to seal shut from exhaustion. James planted a kiss on the top of my head, gently stroking my hair.

"I ain't budging. If you slip into that nightmare again, I'll be right here when you wake up. Deal?" he whispered, and I nodded.

I knew that as soon as I drifted off, that same haunting dream would likely rear its ugly head. It was just one more cruel reminder of the growing chasm between James and me. It felt like we were broken, perpetually out of sync, and his nearness both healed and wounded me in equal measure. But in that moment, I was willing to bear the pain if it meant he'd stick by my side.

"I love you, Jamie," I murmured, and he sighed, pulling me close as my body surrendered to sleep.

"I love you too, Nore," his voice was the last thing I heard before drifting off.

February 18, 1992

The bouquet of red roses James had given me was beginning to droop, the once vibrant petals shriveling and browning with each passing day. Yet, the fragrance lingering in the air remained sweet and evocative, as if the flowers were still in full bloom.

I sighed as I ran a brush through my hair, eyeing the dress laid out on the bed for the evening bash. It was the launch party for the new TV network schedule I'd been hired for, and showing up was not just a courtesy but a must.

I hadn't crossed paths with James much since our time at Lars' getaway spot. His absence had become a familiar ache over the last few years, a kind of shield we'd unintentionally built between us over time. Yet, there was always that tiny flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, he'd call out of the blue and bring back that sense of ease with his voice.

To my surprise, the phone did ring that day. I set the brush down on the vanity, hurriedly making my way to the bedside table to answer it, a rush of excitement coursing through me.

“Nore?” the voice on the other end wasn't James', but it still warmed my heart, prompting a smile to spread across my face as I sank back onto the bed, cradling the phone to my ear.

“Lea!” I exclaimed, feeling a surge of joy. “It's been too long! How've you been?”

“I'm great! And you?”

“Oh, you know. Just hanging in there. How's Joe?” I swiftly changed the subject. As much as I adored Leanne, I wasn't ready to spill my guts about how I was really feeling.

“Oh, he's doing fantastic. Actually, that's why I rang you up. We're getting married!” she announced, her excitement palpable, and I couldn't help but smile.

“Lea, that's incredible! When's the big day?”

“It's in August. We figured summer would be perfect. I'm calling to extend the invite; would you do me the honor of being one of my bridesmaids?”

I leaped up, my grin stretching wider across my face. Leanne and I had been thick as thieves since day one; seeing her so thrilled about tying the knot, and knowing she wanted me to be part of her big day, warmed my heart.

“Oh, absolutely!” I exclaimed, a bubbling laugh of joy and surprise escaping my lips. Lea chuckled in response, matching my excitement. “Thank you! I know it's going to be beautiful. Can you fill me in on all the details later?”

The rest of my day sparkled with newfound energy after the news; I even caught myself humming an old song as I finished getting dolled up for the evening bash, weaving my hair into an intricate hairdo my mom had insisted on teaching me.

When I finished getting ready, I checked myself out in the mirror, pretty pleased with the result; the dark blue spaghetti-strap dress hugged my curves just right, with the skirt flaring out at the waist and skimming down to my ankles. A dainty golden choker with crystals adorned my neck, and my long brown locks were styled to perfection, framing my face in all the right places, with my eyes sparkling, cheeks a touch flushed, and lips painted red.

But, of course, I couldn't roll up to an event like that on my own; right on the dot at 7 p.m., I heard the honk signaling my ride had arrived. I sauntered down the stairs, arching an eyebrow in surprise as I stepped outside and spotted the limo parked up front. My old friend Charlotte rolled down the window from the backseat, flashing me a big grin.

“Hey, Nore!” she chirped as I slid into the car, handing over a glass of champagne, which earned a soft chuckle from me. “Ready to rock?”

“I guess I’m a bit jittery. First time going to a party like this one,” I admitted. Now that I was on my way, the thought of facing a swarm of photographers and journalists at the event’s entrance was making me more nervous than I cared to admit, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for it.

“Well, it's gonna be a blast, trust me! Everyone who's anyone will be there. I'll be your wingwoman, so don't worry about a thing. I'll make sure you rub elbows with all the big shots you haven't bumped into yet during the shoots.”

I nodded, taking a bit of champagne to settle my nerves, the bubbles dancing on my tongue and momentarily diverting my attention. If my acting career was taking flight now, it was all thanks to Charlie; she'd been the driving force behind my return to the scene after I’d graduated High School, persuading me to switch gears from the Visual Arts program up in San Francisco to Drama School down in Los Angeles, and had even helped me snag my first TV gig.

I'd recently jumped into acting over at the same TV network where Charlotte had been working as an actress for a while. Even though I hadn't wrapped up recording my first project yet, the buzz around a relatively unknown actress snagging the lead in the latest drama series had caught the media’s attention. In just about a year, my life had changed completely, going from being just another face in the crowd to even having paparazzi tail me. But truth be told, I was still getting the lay of the land at the network. Charlie had hit the nail on the head; this party was prime time to make some connections.

We rolled up to the party spot; I soon realized that navigating through the sea of photographers and reporters on that red carpet was no joke. But once I got past the Q&A, which mostly revolved around my work and career, it was time to get down to business. Charlotte ushered me into conversations with all sorts of folks: actors, musicians, executives, and even some of the network's shareholders. It hit me quick that networking at these parties was just as much a part of the job in the entertainment industry as being good at your craft.

The hours zoomed by amid chats, laughter, drinks, and nibbles. Soon, I was feeling drained and decided to grab a bite from the buffet before taking a breather. As I was fixing my plate, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, expecting it to be Charlie, ready to introduce me to someone new.

Never in a million years could I have guessed what awaited me in the next few seconds.

"Nore... Is that really you?" the man exclaimed, looking utterly astonished, and suddenly I was eighteen again, my heart racing in completely uncontrollable pirouettes as my breath hitched, my surprised gaze meeting his, the world filling with color and song as I stared into the eyes of Dave Mustaine.

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The Genesis of a Ship

Since I'm not posting a new chapter of my Odin/Zane fic this week, I figured I'd take some time to highlight why I started shipping them in the first place!

It's no secret I fell madly in love with Poets of the Fall, and Marko Saaresto (young Odin) in particular, after playing through We Sing for the first time a few days after Alan Wake 2 released. I hadn't written fanfic in 10+ years, but like a lot of folks in this fandom, AW2 inspired me to pick up the proverbial pen again. I knew I wanted to write a fic from young Odin's POV and have it set in the 1970s during the Old Gods' heyday - I just needed a pairing.

When I learned Sam Lake provided his bff Marko with poems to help him craft the lyrics for "Late Goodbye" and all the OGOA songs, something clicked deep in my brain. That was it: Thomas Zane and Odin Anderson would collaborate on a project together, Zane would provide Odin with poetry to write songs that would bring his artistic vision to life - and sparks would fly (this is the premise of my fic Talented Voice).

Then this photo happened at the Game Awards, and it was all over after that.

There's even a basis for it in canon:

1) Odin incorporates Zane's poetry into Balance Slays the Demon, over 40 years after Zane disappeared. I headcanon that since Odin is immune from the changed story, he held onto a book (or at least some typewritten sheets) of Zane's poetry for all that time - or maybe even stole them out of the shoebox at some point. If we take the song at face value (and not because of, y'know, game reasons), that's a long time to hold onto someone's poetry. Zane clearly meant something to Odin.

2) Just listen to the wistful longing in Marko's Odin's voice when he sings "The Poet and the Muse". There is a lot of emotion tied up into that song, which was released six years after Zane disappeared. It's both a love story and a cautionary tale, with Odin lamenting the loss of his lover/friend (depending on how you want to look at it).

Then you have the deleted dialogue between Odin and Saga (spoilers, and it's not clear why this was cut although theories abound, so take it with a grain of salt) where Odin mentions giving Zane a song. While this isn't canon since it was cut, it adds fuel to the 'Odin and Zane collaborated together' fire.

So while the two characters never share any scenes together in the games for obvious reasons, it's quite clear Zane was special to Odin; special enough to write a whole-ass song about him and hold onto his poetry for decades.

Here's why it works:

1) This one varies depending on your interpretation of who Thomas Zane really is/was (and I'm not touching that topic with a 10 foot pole, it's been discussed to death on Reddit 😂), but the late 60s were a wild and crazy time. You know Odin and Tor threw some crazy parties back in the day, and Zane had plans for an artist's commune that included the Anderson brothers - so some shenanigans definitely would've ensued. But even without the rewriting (or expansion, again depending on your interpretation) of Zane's history in AW2, the poet likely would've found himself at those parties regardless. Nothing like a little sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll to get those creative juices flowing. 😎

Which leads me to:

2) They're both creatives. They understand the highest highs and the lowest lows of the creative process. That passion thrums in their veins and leads to a deeper understanding between the two of them. Odin and Zane would just get each other on a different level. While the Old Gods didn't exist prior to Zane's disappearance, we know Odin and Tor had music careers prior to the band's formation in 1971. I could totally see Zane falling for the dashing young rockstar, even before he became Odin; just being completely swept away by that stage presence and that voice. That voice.

Two passionate artists collaborating during the time of free love in the 1960s and 1970s, poetry and music intertwining - it's perfect.

If you want to read more:

My Odin/Zane series is now well over 100,000 words long, with at least another 130,000 words planned, and I'm beyond happy other people have embraced this ship. Shoutout in particular to HopelessScribe on AO3 for also writing Odin/Zane.

And, can't forget this beautiful fanart commissioned from Valentina, with more (NSFW!) Odin/Zane fanart on the way 😈

[sleepy-wyvern]

I think Eddie is a Thigh guy, he loves thick thigh's and just have to squeeze them all the time. But when you have stockings on, oh boy his little brain would short circuiting in no time.

Do you think you could write something about that?

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Oh my god Nonny what a brilliant idea! He DEFINITELY is a thigh guy! Let me start off by saying I’m sorry this took longer than intended, for some reason my brain was just like MORE WORDS LETS KEEP GOING! Thanks so much for the request darling I hope I could do it justice, that it didnt take too too long, and that you enjoy!  AO3 version here

Black Lace Surprise | Eddie x fem!Reader

Tags: boyfriend Eddie, body worship, m-f oral, fingering, p in v, pullout, nick names (babe, baby, honey, goddess, master)

Synopsis: you decide to surprise your thigh obsessed boyfriend Eddie Munson with a set of black lace lingerie, but he has to wait all night until he can touch you.

If you like this fic, check out my master list for more or my wonderful muse @taintedcigs my favorite fic writer!!!

SMUT! 18+ only, MINORS DNI!

Word count: ~4.5k

Your thighs were a part of you that at one point you felt insecure about. That was until you met and started dating Eddie Munson; the man that practically worshiped your entire body.

Eddie was always a gentleman. You knew that for a fact since the day you met him, and dating him just confirmed it even more. Sure, he was often eccentric or bratty, enjoying a challenge but he was respectful. He raced to open your door for you on the first date, picking bunches of purple wildflowers for you with his hair pulled back into some semblance of a bun. When in public he’d have a threatening blank stare that he used against people who made an inappropriate comment or seemed to eye you the wrong way, holding a hand on your waist pulling you closely into him. So yeah, a little overprotective but still a gentleman overall. Except when it came to one thing: your thighs. 

Even during the hot sticky summer when you had just met you knew he loved them. Though you weren’t dating yet it never bothered you. When you wore your dolphin or jean shorts for some relief from the heat you could feel his gaze washing over you every time you weren’t looking, hovering over the thickness of your hips. Perhaps from another guy it would be insulting, but instead it instinctively made you squirm, blooming something inside of you. You loved the way he looked at you, different from any other guy has before. Naturally things evolved from there. Now that you’re dating that look never changed, in fact somehow you believe it gets stronger every day. 

Now you sit together in the living room of your apartment, legs thrown over him as he leans back into the old worn couch. His hands graze your legs as they always do, no matter what you were wearing or doing he always wanted to be touching you and grabbing you. And frankly you loved it. 

“Hey Babe,” you say with a smile already on your lips in anticipation. 

Your fingers play with his hair, tangling into it. You lean your face into his shoulder taking in the smell of him; sharp spice containing apple and crisp greenery, mixed with coffee and a hint of tobacco. Together it was all intoxicating. 

“Mmhmm?” He looks from the tv to you, brown eyes curious. 

A touch of pink rises to your cheeks making him raise an eyebrow “I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?” He asks, thumb running circles against your thigh almost absentmindedly like it was muscle memory. But he savored every bit of it. 

Yours and Eddie’s phone both let out a low buzz in unison, he pays no mind to it but you glance over to yours. 

Robb: almost here ☺️

“I'd better get changed,” you smile standing up while Eddie pouts. 

“Nooo, tell me” he asks, holding out his hand to you. You grab it until you’re too far out of grasp, letting it slowly fall. 

He groans in defeat, running his fingers through his curls. 

You enter your bedroom closing the old chipped paint door behind you. Your lips twist into a smile as your heart beats in anticipation looking at your outfit you had planned. A plaid skirt with a black long sleeved top, nothing too out of the ordinary but you had one addition planned. 

A long buzz from the vibration of your phone startled you. Glancing over you notice the names from your group chat again.

Dingus: Were here, when ur ready King Eddie: break in thru the window, I did Gareth: You what

You smile noting Steve had not yet noticed Robin changed his name back to Dingus. You tap gently against the screen “Don’t break the house, it's a rental.”

King Eddie: :(

You look over your drawer of leggings and pantyhose and suddenly you can feel your heart thumping wildly. This time you opted for your brand new pair of black stockings, sheer silky fabric topped with black lace. Was it a little bold to wear them even just in front of friends? Yup, but you felt especially bold tonight. You attached your new garter belt to go with them over top of your lace lingerie, helping hold the stockings over the thickness of your thighs. You could barely notice the straps holding the stockings up under your skirt but you could just enough to know they were there. 

Did a certain someone have a part to play in the choice of your attire? Oh yes it did. In fact you bought this pair especially for him, noticing how obsessed with your thighs he’s been. A feeling of gleeful evilness washes over your chest as you smile to yourself.

Three quiet knocks on the door interrupted your thoughts as you cleared your throat.

“Hello?” You whisper, tugging your skirt up and over your silky stockings, you look at yourself in the mirror critically.

“Hey, uh” you could hear Eddie’s familiar voice from the other side of the door, leaning against the wall while he spoke “I let the hooligans in.”

Tonight was your turn to host a hangout night between the crew of your friends. Usually the night consisted of video games, movies, snacks, drinking and smoking weed. Steve, Robin, Gareth, Jake and usually some stragglers like the freshly drinking age Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike. 

“Aight, coming out” you tug down slightly on your skirt and smooth the wrinkles on your top.

Your stomach flip flops as you open the door, almost scared how Eddie would react, if he wouldn’t like it. His eyes were on the wall adjacent as you emerged but the moment he looked at you his eyes widened. You could tell his breath caught in his throat as he swallowed, his adams apple bobbing up and down, lips slightly parted as his eyes widen, perhaps both in fear and awe. Yet he kept his eyes level with yours, although painfully, as a bead of sweat forms on his forehead.

“D-do, uh- yeah, um-” he brings his fist to his face making you blush before he scratches his head, a desperate attempt to diffuse the tension.

“Surprise,” You smile, letting out a giggle. Mission accomplished, you think. 

“Sur-surprise” his eyes glance down for only a moment before meeting yours again “suddenly I forget every thought I’ve ever had.”

You laugh light and sweet, “Did you let them in nicely?” You ask folding your arms across your chest. 

“-Yes, yes I did” he does a thumbs up nervously keeping his eyes level “I-uh, was going to ask…”

“Drinks,” you reply. 

He nods “drinks, yup.” He gestures for you to go ahead of him, hand held out kindly. 

You pause for a second wondering if you should go first but decide why the hell not. You walk softly against the floorboards feeling Eddie’s gaze along you, still quite in shock. As you entered the living room you knew he would be cursing himself for not taking advantage of the privacy you once had, now lost. 

“Hey everyone,” you say softly.

There was less of a crowd than usual but you welcomed it for a change, Steve, Robin and Gareth.

Steve sat on the couch, arms stretched across the back of the sofa. He wore his bright yellow sweater casually, ready for a relaxing night, one beer in his hand as Gareth was the designated driver for the night. He wove a hand when you saw him, glancing down at your stockings making red rise to your cheeks a little. 

Eddie looked to Steve with an edge of sharpness to grab his attention. Steve flashed an apologetic smile back at him, putting a hand up defensively. You pretended not to notice, while Robin who was sitting next to him slapped his head. 

“Dingus stop eyeing her up” she whispered, low enough to think you couldn’t hear.

“Hey, love your outfit” Robin speaks louder this time as she turns her attention to you with a supportive smile. 

Meanwhile Gareth sat in the recliner, hands busy with his Nintendo switch. His red plaid shirt was decorated in pins and patches, his hair curled against his neck. He barely looked up as he spoke, clearly a bit shy of you still but his voice was kind “Hey.”

“Thanks Robb” you smile back at her, a little flustered at the compliment. 

You ask Gareth about what he’s playing before Eddie interrupts with a sigh. 

After quickly and definitely not thoroughly searching he asks “where’s the cups?”

You glide behind him, trailing a finger along his back as you do “over here,” you bend down and although your skirt was low enough to not show any panties, it accentuated the roundness of your ass. 

Straightening up your body you turn to Eddie whose mouth had suddenly run dry. He looks at you as if frozen in place, taking a moment to register you were holding out the cups for him. In the meantime, Steve had walked over to find out what had been taking the drinks so long. 

Eddie takes the plastic bag, lips parted in shock and awe. You turn back, this time reaching high up to grab a large plate and bowl. 

“Let me get that for you” Steve says but before he can make his way over Eddie snaps back to reality. 

“Nope, I got it” he was behind you in an instant, laying one hand on your waist, the other reaching up, grabbing first the bowl and then the plate making sure he could spend as long as a time he could pressed into you. 

Steve rolls his eyes before turning his attention to playing bar tender, asking everyone what they wanted to drink. 

Eddie realizes his mistake as the bulge in his jeans begins to grow, pushing against your ass. Suddenly he’s trapped. You flash him a sly smile before leaving him there stranded with the plates. 

You grab the cheese and assortment of meats from the fridge before you decide to playfully tease him “Ed’s what’s taking you so long?” You take out the bowl of strawberries.

He stays turned away from the crowd “uh, making sure we have enough plates honey,” he smiles at you over his shoulders, shifting the weight on his legs.

The others are clearly more interested in their drinks to care but you giggle as you lay out a neat design on the plate before you for your guests.

The rest of the night was torture, at least for Eddie it was. Sitting next to you on the loveseat it felt impossible to not gawk. As the alcohol softened your resolve and everyone else’s, you curled your legs up against him and he looked as if he was in pain to not be touching you. He settled for his hand pulling your waist close to his side, scared for what might happen the moment he touches your hips. 

You decided to play Mario kart with one another for most of the night, followed by Mario party and super smash bros. Steve boasts that despite his level of drunkenness he’s still in first place. Before long you and Gareth practically keel over laughing when a blue shell by Robin knocks Steve into last place, screaming ensues.

Eddie, though, doesn’t share as many chuckles or quips this time around, not even threatening Gareth for a rematch when he barely loses to him at Smash Bros. It’s instead as if he is using all of his self control. Forced jokes and laughs that the others are none the wiser of, but you knew better. In fact you would be concerned if you didn’t have your shared glances whenever you adjusted your sitting position. His eyes filled with lust melted into yours, wanting and begging impatiently. He constantly checked the time until around 1:30am when Robin started yawning and your controllers started to die. 

Steve rubs his hands against his knees before speaking “guess we’d better head off.” He gets up and stretches while Gareth collects his switch and controllers. 

Eddie immediately looks at you, his eyes growing darker. You shrug with a sweet smile as if utterly unaware what dirty thoughts were circulating his mind. 

You stand near the porch for a proper send off for your guests, giving a slightly off balance Robin a hug before hauling on her boots. 

“Good night you guys thanks for coming!” You say chipper as ever. You feel yourself filled with excitement and anticipation as Eddie stands next to you, hands in his pockets breathing deeply. 

“Later Eddie,” Steve claps his back as you all say your goodbyes. 

Eddie pushes the door shut the moment Steve was outside, locking the deadbolt. 

“What’s the hur-“ you’re cut off by Eddie’s lips against yours, hands behind your head holding you steady. 

You fall into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck as you drink him in. Your hands grab at his soft hair and his back, pulling him into you as if you could get any closer. 

Eddie breaks away his kiss with shuddering breaths “Bed. Now.” His demands make wings fly through your body and as you turn to go to your bedroom he decides it wasn’t fast enough. 

He picks you up into the air, carrying you to your bedroom laying you on the soft bed sheets. 

“Oh my goddess,” he whispers, eyes hypnotized by you. He switches from looking deeply into your eyes to tracing your thighs with them. 

Hungrily he pulls your skirt up just enough, finally touching the soft stretch marks of your hips “you are so fucking gorgeous” he whispers in a raspy voice. 

He slides the fingers of both his hands underneath the straps of your garter belt on both legs, grabbing at the curves of your thighs greedily with lust. 

“May I?” He asks in a whisper, bringing his hands to your waistband. 

“Of course, it’s my present to you,” you smile. 

He lets out a heavy breath of air as he pulls your skirt down over your legs, revealing your garter belt and black lacy panties complete with an ever so tiny bow. 

“Jesus H. Christ” he whispers, holding your waist with his hands as if you were a treasured gift and he was afraid you’d be taken from him. 

He pulled your shirt up and over your head to see the matching bra, chocolate brown eyes examining your body but not in a critical or judgemental way. He looked at you as if you were the force that put the stars in the sky, a shimmer reflecting in his eyes filled with wonder. 

“Holy fuck” he grabs your thighs tighter with his finger tips this time, mouth watering. 

His eyes flicker up to yours before laying steady there “you are so beautiful” he whispers barely audible, tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“I love You, Ed’s” You smile burying your fingers in his hair.

“I love you too sweetheart” he lays a deep kiss on your lips while he trails his fingertips up your legs. 

He pulls back to plant kisses between your breasts, all the way down over your soft stomach to your panties. He makes a low noise, almost a growl of hunger as he reaches your panty line. He holds your hips tight in his hand, planting kisses around them slowly moving to your entrance. 

He stops a moment in surprise “crotchless? For me? Oh baby you didn’t” he grins wide with large brown eyes looking up at you. 

“Just for you baby,” you reply, biting your lower lip while he plants a kiss on the fabric of your panties.  

He kisses your inner thigh before sucking, grazing his hand down your legs over the fabric of your stockings to your calves. You lean back against the bed, gripping the bed sheets as he sucks and nibbles at you. You feel the wetness grow between your legs, surely dripping onto the bed. 

Once a few light bruises start to show he turns to the other thigh, grabbing onto you tightly, cold rings pressing into you. He licked his tongue along your skin in between bites on your body. Pulling back he smiled down at his work, a number of hickys starting to show. 

“Well, now that the world knows you’re mine, time to use you like a good master would” the corner of his lip curls up to a smile as he positions himself between your legs, spreading them for easy access. 

Before you can respond he dives his head down, kissing your entrance you let out a moan of pure excitement for his touch. You’ve both waited all night for this, to feel his slick tongue against your cunt. He runs it in circles against you, teasing you up before going straight to your clit. The moment he hits it your back arches in pleasure, balling the bed sheets up in your fist. 

Eddie grasps your thighs tightly, keeping them still while you squirm and he licks in the exact motion you love. It doesn’t take long for your pleasure start to build, “Ed’s stop” you whisper and he pulls back nervously. 

He looks at you concerned, his face practically dripping with your wetness “are you okay baby?”

“Yeah” you nod “I just… I wanted to finish with you inside…. If that’s alright.”

He runs the back of his hand along his face, a smile of both relief and craving “that’s more than alright” he chuckles low, climbing up and over you. 

You enjoyed the feeling of him looming over you, running his hands over your body exploring you. Your lips connected in a deep kiss tasting of smoke and strawberries, with a hint of alcohol. You feel his cock harden through his jeans, pushing into the bare skin of your leg. 

Eddie breaks the kiss off, leaning back to remove his shirt, up and over his head making his tattoos dance as he does. Beautiful drawings on an equally gorgeous canvas, it wasn’t long before he was pressing the bare skin of his chest into yours. His tongue slips into your mouth, you grasp at his back trying to get him even closer. Your body heat mingles as you do, and you feel cold when he breaks off the kiss, missing him against you. 

He kisses your thighs again before detaching the garter belt. Taking the fabric between his teeth gently, he peels the stocking down over your skin leaving your leg shivering. He switches sides to take the other one off, looking deep into you as he does making your heart gallop wildly. Once they’re in a pile on the floor he brings his hands to his jeans, his eyes locked on yours as he did, fiddling with his belt buckle with a smirk. You blush suddenly embarrassed as he pulls them down along with blue checkerboard boxers. You never could get used to how big he was, your cheeks got even hotter. But he always fits, perfectly in fact.  

The heat of his body reconnects with yours as he seemingly hovers above you, long hair tickling your neck as you share an intimate kiss, close and exposed to one another. 

He cups your face with one gentle hand, running his rough fingertips along your soft cheek while his tongue was deep in your mouth. You were acutely aware of his hand movements as he slowly traveled over your curves, stretch marks, and cellulite, melting away any stress or insecurity you may have had. Your body was a valley of hills and mountains he was determined to explore, love and protect. 

You moan into his mouth making his lips twist into a smile as he feels how wet your entrance is for him. You press a hand against his chest, not hard enough to push him away but enough to take comfort in the firmness of his torso. 

His two ringed fingers glide into you easily as you grip your hand onto his shoulder for support, gasping as the cold metal rubs against you. He moves against your tight walls filling you with pleasure as he prepares you for his cock. You whimper against him as it felt oh so good to have him inside yet you wanted the main course. 

“Ed’s,” you look into his concerned caramel eyes, attentive to your every word, letting out a little gasp of air “I’m ready,” your words were practically a beg. 

He pulls his fingers out from you, bringing them to his lips he sucks your juices from them with a gleeful and anticipating look. You look away while he does, a little flustered by the action before he kisses your cheek, coaxing you to face him again. You oblige, abandoning your insecurity for the comfort and alluring taste of his mouth. 

After a moment he pulls back “are you sure?” He asks again, you notice his breathing is heavier now.

You nod wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down into you, his guitar pick necklace cool against your breasts. You wanted nothing less than to meld into him, spending the rest of your life together with him inside you. 

As he guides his tip to you, press your lips together. You let out a long, drawn out breath as he slides into you slowly but surely. His eyes are closed with concentration and self control, taking in every inch of your cunt. His breath into your ear tickles you lovingly, reminding you of his presence to fill you with security. 

After a moment his eyes flutter open with dark long lashes “Does… does that feel okay?” He somehow manages to speak, running a hand over your bare thigh, grabbing onto you. 

“Yes” you whisper looking up into his eyes “you can keep going.”

He pulls out slightly and pushes back in, slightly faster this time. Your heart pounds in your cunt and you wonder if his cock can feel it beating against him while he moves out and into you again. Before you know it your body is pushed against the mattress with more vigor. You grip the bed sheets hard as he hits the back of your vagina with his tip, a tight pressure that’s never felt so good. 

Sweat forms on his back and forehead as he thrusts faster and harder into you, both of your heavy breaths mingle together in the bedroom air. You cling to him, desperate for every part of him. 

“Yes Ed’s, just like that” he groans in pleasure at your feedback, hitting against the spot that somehow feels even better than the rest. 

Your fingers dig into his back, careful not to scratch him too badly as he brings you into a world of pleasure. Your eyes shut overcome with sensations of him inside you, pushing and guiding you along the path of pleasure. 

“Keep going baby,” you whine to him in between high moans, “I feel it” you gasp air into your lungs. 

Pulling him tightly into you, you feel your pleasure pushed over the edge. Back arched, toes curled and walls clenched you let out a harmonious moan. Eddie chuckles low and sweet, kissing your ear and neck while keeping his cock deep inside you. 

“I love feeling you finish on my cock sweetheart,” he mumbles into your ear, quiet enough to not overwhelm you as you lay limp against the bed. 

“Mmm,” you hum in reply, still wanting more of him though your cunt is numb “your turn. That’s a demand” you smirk at him and his face runs red but his expression is playful. 

“As my lady commands,” he jokes, pressing down into a kiss. 

He begins to thrust again as he pulls his lips back only inches from yours to take in heavy gulps of air. You ran your fingers through his wild hair, pulling it back and out of his face as you did while his muscles twitched. 

“That’s it baby,” you encourage while admiring him. 

You ran your eyes along his tattoos on his chest, normally hidden from view by a shirt or sweater. His body was beautiful and gorgeous, and suddenly that made you want more of him again. 

“Please Ed’s,” you ask again, his eyes are closed but you can tell he’s heard you as a deep moan replies “I want your hot cum on me baby.”

Goosebumps rise on his skin at your words, his face tight with concentration and pleasure “anything for you” his voice was raspy making you squirm. 

It only took a few more thrusts before his lips parted in pleasure as he pulled out of you, rubbing his cock just a few times before hot cum landed on your thighs, stomach and even breasts. You smile widely watching his expression of joy and relief wash over him. You stay in your shared moment of bliss as he breathes deep, chest rising and falling quickly. 

“God, you’re so gorgeous” his lips turned upward in a smile, his eyes looking as if he couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing as he shook his head. 

“Right, uh,” he stammered, “towel.”

He disappeared for only a moment before returning with a towel, his cum now starting to cool on your skin. He slowly dabbed the soft fibers against your skin, soaking up what was left. When he was rubbing it along your thighs, you were filled with a sudden urge to hug him. 

“I miss you,” you smiled weakly looking into his eyes as his face was level with yours. 

He smiled at you, eye wrinkles dancing as he does “I’m not going anywhere” suddenly he tackled you into a hug, laying you back against the bed. 

You laughed as he planted numerous quick kisses along your cheeks and forehead, holding you tight and close with strong arms “you’re stuck with me!” 

“Oh no, what ever shall I do?” You laugh pretending to try and shoo him off. 

He pulls a blanket up and over both of your bodies, snuggling closely into you. You smile at him, filled with true content. 

“So the stockings worked?” You say with a cheeky grin. 

He laughed as he kissed your nose “hell yeah it did” his hands grabbed your leg, pulling it over him.

“Just wait until your birthday” you chuckle at his look of bewilderment, hugging him close beneath the blanket.

“I’ve never looked forward to anything more” his eyes widened with eyebrows raised. 

You laugh at him as he kisses you lovingly on the forehead “for now though,” you whisper “we can use this set as many times as you want.”

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-Wyv

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[wanderersrest]

Some Idle Musings on Patlabor

I've talked about Patlabor twice in some capacity, so I figured why not go for the hat trick, no? (EDIT: The hat trick was ruined because I got tilted by a certain bad take involving Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans)

Patlabor is probably one of my favorite anime series of all time, especially when it comes to mecha anime. Granted, a big part of that is due to me recently coming into ownership of pretty much the entire series on blu-ray, but still. And seeing as how the second post on here was about how people should check it out (among other mecha shows), I figured I'd dive a little bit deeper into at least Patlabor. Who knows, I might touch on all of the other series at some point. I'll definitely cover G Gundam at some point, that much is assured.

Anyways. Patlabor. This isn't going to be a super deep dive, but there are three things I want to highlight with this series that I really like.

The World is Carefully Crafted to Justify Its Giant Robots

A common point of praise for Patlabor is due to how the worldbuilding is set up to accommodate the giant robots. A quick synopsis of Patlabor: giant robots known as Labors were created to help with construction projects. Following the creation of Labors came Labor-related created crimes. To combat these crimes, a special type of Labor was created to stop these types of criminal activity: the Patrol Labor, or Patlabor for short.

And it's not just there that the series fleshes out the Labors. The titular Patlabors (specifically the Model 98-AV Ingrams employed by the main characters) require a whole team outside of the pilots who operate the Labors, including spotters, transport platform operators, and mechanics. The television series also makes it a point of highlighting that the important part of the Labor is not the Labor itself, but the pilot data stored in the machine's computer. The world is so thought out, that the television series even touches on Labor insurance (yes really, and it's probably one of my favorite episodes of the TV series, maybe out of every anime series I've ever watched). This is, if I understand things correctly, why a lot of people love the OVA timeline (which consists of the Early Days OVA as well as the movies).

Great Characters Part 1: Noa Izumi

If the OVA timeline has more of a focus on the worldbuilding and the politics at hand, then the TV timeline (consisting of the TV anime and the New Files OVA) hones in on the character interactions. It's a real shame too, because the main cast are a pretty likeable group. Our main character in particular, Ingram Unit 1 Pilot Noa Izumi, is a delight to watch in pretty much every scene she's in, especially in the TV series. To it's credit, the OVA timeline does keep a lot of the appeal behind the characters. If anything, I'd argue that the change in tone of the OVA timeline is both natural and an extension of the pessimism following the bursting of the Japanese Economic Bubble.

But back to Noa, part of what I like about her as a character is her resilience. There are moments throughout the various entries in the franchise where she gets knocked down, but due to the nature of her work, she gets back up to finish the job. That kind of attitude helps to round out her more usual cheery and kind of naive attitude to most things. Also, she's very hot-blooded. Which is great for any mecha series, regardless of the style of mecha show you're watching. Speaking of hot blood, I think I'd be remiss to not mention my other favorite character in the series (that's not Division 2 chief Kichii Gotoh, because that's cheating)...

Great Characters 2: Isao Ota

I think the YouTuber Argonbolt described Ingram Unit 2 pilot Isao Ota best: "...he's 50% gun nut, 50% [ego]." It's almost impossible for me to talk about how great Noa is as a character without bringing up Ota. I could just say that he works great as a foil to Noa, but I think I'd be selling our red-blooded gun nut short. Part of what makes Ota such a great character to me is the fact that, whereas a lot of Noa's growth pertains to her as a person, Ota's growth is essentially tied to how he handles his Labor.

This is because Ota is a hothead.

No, seriously. Ota's hotheadedness is a large part of what makes him such a great character, and that's just going off of the sheer entertainment value of it all. It also helps that Ota being an American-styled cowboy cop (even moreso than the American Kanuka Clancy, and she's already a bit of a cowboy cop) oftentimes has consequences. Heck, a lot of Division 2's notoriety stems largely from Ota's hotheadedness. But Ota's hotheadedness often hides aspects that betray the manly image he's crafted throughout the series. It's little things like how he frets over Noa like an older brother when she runs off on her own to chase down a bank robber, or the change in his demeanor when Kanuka and her replacement, Takeo Kumagami, start getting into an argument with each other. This depth of character is better explored in the episodes that focus squarely on Ota, with my favorite of the bunch being the aforementioned insurance episode (TV Anime Epsiode 37, "I'm Selling Peace of Mind/Safety on Sales"). Without getting into spoilers, part of what makes it great is how the episode highlights how hard it is to avoid a lot of property damage when it comes to piloting giant robots. But I'm now rambling a bit too much, so let me jump ahead to the last bit about what I like about Patlabor.

This Series Loves Giant Robots

More than anything else, Patlabor loves its giant robots. My first time learning about this series was seeing some random user on Reddit go "See, unlike Gundam, Patlabor is cool." And if there are two things that make me, as an ardent fan of mecha anime, really upset, it's one of at least three things:

Bashing series X in order to prop up series Y (Bonus points if its Gundam)

Saying X is unlike other mecha shows because X focuses on the characters (No 86/Evangelion/Code Geass/Gurren Lagann fans, 86/Eva/CG/TTGL is not special, especially when Fang of the Sun Dougram/Space Runaway Ideon/Mobile Suit Gundam/Getter Robo exist.)

Denigrating a series because it's not super realistic (Basically the whole "Real vs Super" debate. I'll touch on it when I talk about G Gundam.)

But after watching Patlabor on my own, I realized that this series really loves its giant robots. It's often shown through both the worldbuilding, which is really just an excuse to justify having giant robots in the setting to begin with, and also the fact that it's main character is, for all intents and purposes, a mecha otaku.

Final Thoughts

Off the top of my head, I don't really have much else to say about Patlabor for now. Granted, there were a lot of things I didn't get to talk about in depth like how the computer systems the Labors employ are, in my opinion, a great example of a seemingly realistic take on AI (not the generative kind, just AI in general), or how one of my favorite character interactions in the series is the pseudo parent-child bond between Chief Engineer Sakaki and Noa and how their relationship reminds me of my relationship with my dad. Most importantly, while I do have an overall preference of the TV timeline over the OVA timeline, I don't think it's necessarily better. The two timelines have their own strengths, but both timelines benefit from the other existing. It also doesn't cut down on the fact that there are still people out there who enjoy Patlabor, and that's really all that matters.

Anyways, I'm going to go crawl back into a hole and wait for any morsel of news involving Patlabor EZY.

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ THE OUTER WORLDS / PART FOUR always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

'sounds like someone poking into somewhere they shouldn't be got into a spot of trouble.'

'you've got an ear for intrigue and a nose for money.'

'that's how you know your weapon loves you back.'

'time stood still. i was aware of nothing but the smell. it could have been days.'

'i'm just going to hang in the back and try not to touch anything.'

'it's a- a game we play, he and i.'

'you're going important places, i'm sure. big, exciting, important places.'

'it's personal business, i'm afraid. miserably, terribly personal.'

'i'd like to drown myself in work.'

'makes it hard to trust outsiders. you seem different.'

'couldn't've done it without your moral support.'

'if you could find some way to solve this without violence i'd prefer that.'

'a little advice? before you start telling lies, get a feel for who you're talking to.'

'sounds complicated, but profitable.'

'hey, careful with the 'c' word around here.'

'be seeing you. make sure you aren't followed on your way out.'

'i'm sorry, am i causing a scene?'

'he's a brave idiot with a penchant for getting himself delayed... sometimes by dates, usually by bandits.'

'i'd rather not die early of an infectious disease, myself.'

'no need for her to be worrying herpretty little head about me.'

'i'll be fine. so long as i'm left alone.'

we can discuss this like the level-headed folks we are.'

'awfully cold-blooded of you. though i admire your backbone.'

'alas, the only collateral she has is... her organs.'

'i guess it's better than losing your organs, but...'

'if you were that stupid, you deserved to get caught.'

'is this what carbon monoxide poisonin' looks like?'

'speaking for myself, i am not of a mind to be murdered by a psychopath who plays with fire.'

'keep talking. i like the sound of your voice.'

'the principles of the universe dictate that sometimes we must appease others to keep from being roasted alive.'

'we had a carnal understanding a few years back, and she wanted me to have something to remember her by.'

'that's bureaucracy for you. piracy with a smile.'

'just try not to piss off any of the jesters.'

'you don't got a thing to worry about. you know, aside from fires and such.'

'i have the pleasure of making life or death decisions on a shoestring budget.'

'i can also be a real hard-ass.'

'the scoundrel deserves a light beating at least before he kicks off.'

'we keep the community lubricated with a steady supply of booze and unconventional erotica.'

'it's a real romantic poem. made my chest hurt kinda.'

'you weren't joking about being a pirate.'

'you probably don't need my diagnosis, but he's definitely dead.'

[indolamine]

hey y'all 🤍 here's a link for INFO on jiyeon, but i'll include some bullet points here with all you need to know. in case anything here sparks ideas for your muse and you'd like to work on a plot, hmu. i do prefer dscrd, so don't hesitate to ask. oh and i'd appreciate it if you could shoot me a dm first so my account doesn't get banned trying to touch base with the likes (say literally anything, hit me with a send it to me rachel if you'd be so kind). still, if you'd rather just hit like it's fine, i'll reach out once tumblr allows me!

jiyeon is what you'd call an Interesting Girl. someone you don't call or arrange schedules with, just happen upon. someone who never calls you but can be your best friend between 11pm and 3am. a fun girl, you just don't look too long.

both her parents are dead for all intents and purposes, which's proven to be a very character defining event in her life. one of her fathers passed away before she was even code, and the other chose to virtually die to work as a doctor for terrascape when she turned 18.

as single beneficiary to both her fathers, jiyeon found herself young, alone and newly rich. she's not particularly self destructive, but choices were made. luckily? for the most part, she was too stunned by grief and anger to blow away her fortune, which now affords her a cushy life she doesn't dwell too hard on.

she's emotionally stunted, still reliving the loss of her parents somewhere in her mind at every moment. she knows a lot of people, calls them friends but struggles to connect with them, blinking in and out of their lives. death is a constant thought, not quite a morbid fascination but more of a haunting. she knows, poor little rich girl.

she writes -- tries to, anyway. she's got some essays published, wrote for a column for a hot minute, it's her definitive trade of choice. but, and not to get too meta, the thing about writing is that you do have to write. that's the tricky part. merits were a good incentive, though once they're no longer an issue, she finds herself ignoring deadlines and putting off work on the novel she's been writing for the past 4 years. she instead "gathers experiences". she has many talents that she has no interest in seriously exploring, so she entertains herself while the high lasts.

between her writing and her party girl fame, at some point along the way she amassed a following on social media that she hesitates to cut loose. they make her more interesting than she, merely human, could ever hope to be, and she doesn't know how to kill the part of her that answers to their call. it's a lie when she says she doesn't look at what they say.

adult life for her breezes by in parties with half-friends and long bouts of reclusion. she wants to be a little of everything. she enjoys reading, skiing, playing silly little meta indie games about living in hyper realities. she doesn't commit to romantic relationships, yet enjoys the hunt anyway. she takes her time, and it never seems to align with anyone else's.

& here's a rolling list of canons that could also serve as potential connections for anyone interested, will add more as they come to me:

she once got involved with a couple for some brief months and it didn't end well

one of the few things she gets competitive about is skiing

she's fucked someone's significant other purely out of spite

she has a writing group whose meetings she misses often but she isn't the only one so she feels like it's a safe space

the person she plays a random weird rpg with incognito is maybe the most consistent relationship in her life, their chats can get very personal and strange and they can go weeks on no contact but go right back to where they left off

the events surrounding gyuok pique her interest because it's the first time terra residents could potentially be hearing from a virtually deceased and because he's essentially a virtual ghost which she thinks is neat

one of her published essays focuses on a celebrity she knows personally and doesn't portray them in the best light, which soured their relationship

[bottlecaprabbitgames]

Freja and MC making pumpkin spice snacks for everyone and bonding over their love for fall 😭 ❤️ 🍁

i gotchu fam (there's also a short Freja fall scenario on Patreon for $10+ :3)

"${Name}, that's too much pumpkin purée."

You bristle as Freja uses her 'Commanding Agent I'm Right You're Wrong' tone out, and you have to stop yourself from adding more as a reflex. "It'll be fine, Freja. They're pumpkin cookies, for Christ sake."

"Too much moisture will ruin them." She huffs and suddenly a pale, slender hand enters your vision, adding a touch more flour.

Your eye twitches as you set the can down hard and go back to mixing the dough. "Freja, I know how to make cookies."

"Hmph." She doesn't give a real response, but you can practically feel her urge to say otherwise.

Honestly, if she does, you might just dump the entire mixing bowl on her very pale head. You briefly muse about her with striking orange hair, before shaking the thought away before you get too tempted.

"It's mixed enough." You set the bowl down next to the other one which has a pale dough in it. "How exactly are you going to do this?"

"What is it Iri always says? 'No Magus reveals his tricks'?"

"I..." To be fair, that does sound like a way Iri would turn that phrase to befit her more. "I guess? I hope they come out right."

"They will." Her voice has a tone of dismissal, but when you don't leave as you're busy staring at her in disbelief, she adds more politely, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, your Highness." You sarcastically bow before running out of the kitchen as she rears back with a handful of flour.

Well. The cookies definitely turned out right. Pale ghosts sit in the center, with an orange outline you remember mixing the dough for. They're cute and tasty.

Now, to keep Blake and Iri from eating them all.

You smack Blake's hand as he goes for the pile you specifically left aside for Loche. "No. Bad werewolf."

"Excuse me? Did you just-"

"Do you think you can teach him some tricks, ${Name}?" Fawn asks casually, a glass of wine in one hand and a cookie in the other. "I'd particularly pay to see him learn to fetch."

You feign a thoughtful look, rubbing your chin as you look at Blake, his face growing steadily more outraged. "I could definitely try..."

"Just throw a bag of salt and vinegar chips or some snack cakes, he'll learn quickly enough," Freja comments dryly as she enters from the kitchen, carrying another tray of cookies.

Everyone but Blake and Freja cackles, but Freja does have a small smirk on her lips.

"Oh, you are so regretting that," Blake threatens, glaring at her.

She narrows her eyes... then scoffs. "Oh, please, you great big teddy bear. What're you going to do?"

"Pelt you with stuffing?" Iris offers, grinning when Blake turns on her... less so when he tackles her over the couch.

Let chaos ensue.

[sharpsuite]

4 & 30!

↳ MUNDAY MEME

4. what made you choose this muse?

For Chishiya, it was a FAMILIARITY with the character type. I tend to write a lot of characters that are similar to him in a handful of key ways so I felt that I could do him justice as a muse to pick up. ( and I hope that this is a goal I'm succeeding with 😅 ) I also sort of just....wanted to bring back the fact that despite how well loved Chishiya is, he's a rather cold and ruthless person. I know a lot of characters when they end up as fan favorites can get stripped of a lot of their core characteristics. But I also just thought he would be fun to play as well and see how his dynamics would fall into place if people would write with him. And, to my delight, i've been very welcomed and I can't thank everyone enough! 🥺💖

ANN was more to challenge myself while still having topics I am familiar with. She's smart and calm like Chishiya a lot of the time, but we see a lot more emotion show from her as the series goes. And she has a very strong sense of morality and ethics she follows. ( Unlike Chishiya, who is an apathetic manipulator. ) I mostly write villains or morally grey characters, and if they're on the good side they're likely their for a selfish motive. Ann on the other hand is genuinely a GOOD PERSON doing what she can in the situation. She has a strong motive to do what's right...but it's also fascinating because we see how taxing it can be. How she loses hope in the world working on all those crime scenes but still keeps working. It's not a very big venture from my usual type but it's enough to be new. Also she does not get NEARLY enough love that she deserves.

30. what are your favorite RP tropes to play? (angst, hurt-comfort, etc…)

Ohhh that's a good question. I am a BIG sucker for angst as well as hurt-comfort. And I think that's because a lot of depth and development tends to happen in those sorts of tropes. Don't get me wrong! It certainly can happen in other tropes and genres too. I have had it happen and I do have it happen ( I'd say especially here with these muses ) but it's been a lot HARDER in other fandoms to get development. I like the serious threads and discussions between muses ( or inner dialogues, be it my muse or a partner's muse! i love seeing different mindsets ). Also big fan of bad / horrible muses only having one or two others they can really lean on, be it romantically or platonically. My brain is blanking because i can think of character tropes but rp tropes is just static right now. Don't get me wrong, i love some good fluff threads as well and other kinds of genres. Holiday ones can be hilarious & fun or deeply touching; but i definitely gravitate towards the heavier things.

[widowshill]

Touch Prompts: r/v/b, 20. bandaging/stitching up an injury? please and thank you!

touch prompts.

"You were supposed to be watching him."

"I was!" Roger peered down, with no small amount of fear, at the really rather vast amount of blood. "We were only playing, and then ..."

"And then?" Burke, fussing, managed to fasten his belt. There was an edge in his voice that she hadn't heard him use with Roger in at least a year.

"He hit the coffee table before I could catch him. Vicki, I'm sorry — "

They had all heard the little screams echoing through the brownstone. Vicki had felt her heart stop, and barely gave herself time to shove on her robe before she hastened down the stairs, Burke following close behind. Of course they had both feared the worst. When had tragedy failed to follow them?

"It's not a deep cut, Burke, he'll be alright," Vicki promised, in between the murmurs and the shh's at little August, one hand dabbing the wet rag to his forehead while the other wiped away an endless stream of tears from those bright blue eyes. "We don't need to take him him."

"I'd rather be sure." Burke was still eyeing Roger as though he suspected he'd really pushed his son into the table himself, out of some unknowable Collins propensity to hurt their own. Admittedly, he hadn't exactly impressed anyone raising David; but, Vicki thought, as Burke did up the rest of his buttons, her husband was only half as sore about the injury as he was about the interruption. "I'll stay with him while you get dressed, Vicki."

She shook her head no, and reminded him, scolding, that there was nothing they could do for him in a hospital room that she couldn't do here — other than, perhaps, taking up a bed from someone who needed it more. Burke scoffed. There was no one more important in all of Manhattan than their son, Vicki.

"Go get the bandages, if you want to be helpful."

Burke deliberated a few moments, plainly reluctant to leave the three of them, but his instinct towards action ultimately moved him (as well as that certain tone of voice from his wife) and he disappeared in search of the medicine cabinet.

With Burke out of the room — the immediate threat neutralized — Roger drifted towards them; hesitant, uncertain as he laid an arm on the back of the nearest chair. "You're sure it's not serious, Vicki?"

"I promise." August was beginning to quiet, now, and she wiped down those wisps of blonde, blonde hair to soothe him. "I had lots of practice at the foundling home. It's amazing the things that little boys — and girls — can invent to hurt themselves."

Roger, musing, nodded. "David was always ... well, you know."

She smiled. "I know."

Burke had returned with a basket full of medical supplies — never one to do things by half measure — and Vicki asked quietly for just the ointment and a band-aid. He watched, silent, as the angry red cut disappeared under her fingers, leaving no trace save for the little strip of cloth over his right eyebrow. It was almost as if it had never happened at all. Almost.

"There," Vicki said, holding him up for their approval and satisfaction — and to neither of August's. "He looks just like you, Roger."

"With my dashing scar, you mean."

Burke rolled his eyes, but he was smiling when he reached to take August from her arms, and kissed, fondly, over the cut. "It's definitely a scar."

[umbralsound-xiv]

A First Time For Everything.

I was expecting her any moment, now that she'd returned from La Noscea. And here's me worrying she'd be gone for so long... ...Still. I shouldn't worry. What happened to me in Costa Del Sol wasn't exactly a common occurrence.

A path once described in an incredibly vague way had now become a well known one, each little landmark found with ease and the occasional distant birdcall serving as enough confirmation that she was on the right path. Even had she been uncertain, it was something that would swiftly disappear, as the Willows came into view. Sayuri curls her lips into a small smile as she heads for the door, handle swiftly pressed down and door pushed open enough to let her slip through the crack before nudging it shut behind her.

Bexy is already partway through preparing cups of tea with a grin as she turns her head over her shoulder. "And here she is! Welcome home, sister." She beams, head tilted with a rosy smile. "Make yourself comfortable."

"Here I am. Returned. On time." She beams an oh-so innocent grin, knowing full well that she has a tendency to prolong her little vacations with her doting husband. She moves over to the sofa not too far away, sinking into the seat with a happy little sigh.

"Hah! There's a first time for everything." Bexy laughs, picking up the recently boiled kettle between gloved hands. "Worry not, you've not missed anything of import, here. We're all well and fine enough. Tea?"

"I'm glad." She smiles, sinking her head into a nod. "Yes, please."

"Good, because i'd already poured you a cup." Bexy muses, taking a mug in each hand, offering Sayuri her own as Bexy joined her on the sofa. "So, how was your little getaway? Nice and relaxing, i hope? A little warmer than Coerthas?"

"You know me well." Sayuri chuckles, raising a hand to accept the offered cup. "Thank you." A sip is taken, and Sayuri pauses, free hand raising up to the middle of her chest to rub at it slightly as the warmth of the tea makes itself known going down, a feeling she likely still struggles to get used to. "It was. We had a picnic, slept under the stars.. Plenty of cuddling." A silly little smile is offered along with her words.

"Both of you being just as sweet as ever. It's nice. I mean it." Bexy takes a small sip of her own, settling back with a sigh. "One sun i'll enjoy Costa Del Sol again. Perhaps sometime during Moonfire when there are more people. Eir dances there on occasion, does he not?"

"If you'd feel more comfortable having company, I'll gladly come with you." She offers a smile, then sinks her head into a nod. "He does. Not that he has been out dancing for a little while now, considering he took care of me while I was sick.. And then went on a little trip with me."

"Ever the doting husband. Though… I wager he will go out dancing, soon enough, no? Or at least return to his duties with Mist. Gods knows she's complained enough at his absence, for how much time he saves. And then we can go training to Coerthas?" Bexy grins. "…Or on a walk in Costa Del Sol. Maybe we can catch a performance?"

It's surprising, honestly. Even if he can't travel through the aether, his knowledge of the markets and what is a fair price for something is invaluable. ...Though i've been poorer than a pauper, and richer than some nobility in my cycles, he seems to have a greater grasp on finances than most... I wonder why?

"Definitely, but as you said.. Ever the doting husband." Her smile brightens a touch. "..I think he would've gotten offended at the mere suggestion to go out while I was ill." She tilts her head a touch, snickering. "Both of those sound like a great idea to me."

Bexy stifles a small laugh, sipping the rolanberry tea with a small hum. "…It's nice to see you so happy, Sayuri. You deserve it more than anyone, after all you've endured. I can see how much he cares, for better or worse. I would have dragged you away from him on the sun i took you to Coerthas, had it come to it."

Her ears wilt a touch, gaze sinking into the contents of her cup as she rests it in her lap, thumbs lightly moving along the edge of it. "And still.. I need to constantly fight to keep it." A small sigh heaves out of her, before her gaze rises to Bexy anew. ".. But I know that I'm not alone, that I have support." The ears raise a touch, head tilting. "And a sister who is a force to be reckoned with." She sinks further into the backrest's cushion, humming faintly. "..I can't blame him from worrying, from wanting to help.. But Gods, I was terrified of hurting him that sun.. Which only made the ice worse.."

"Good. I'd have reminded you of the fact had you not made mention. You aren't alone, Sayuri. You won't ever be again. And if they're stupid enough come for you again, i'll give them more than a swift reminder why they shouldn't, if you don't dispatch them with your aether. You can and will. And should, come to think of it." Giving an encouraging smile, she nods. "His… Heart is in the right place, even if his brain always isn't. He means well. We worry because we care, and we can't fault that. Hopefully he doesn't hate me too much for running away to Coerthas with you. See how he likes it." She smirks, though it's clearly playful.

I'm not that bitter that he took her away for so long... ...I just missed her. Of course, i'd never separate them for long. But it is nice to spend time together, just me and her, as siblings.

"It's a fact I sometimes need to remind myself of. Most of my life, I.. It's just been me. Sure, in Doma I had my family, and I am eternally grateful for everything they did for me.. But they had to gain my trust, after everything with my tribe, and the slavers.. Even when they had it, I.. didn't always bring my troubles to them, being so used to deal with it on my own." Her finger slowly trails in a circle along the side of the cup, gaze sinking back to it. "I think he's more glad that I got the help I needed, however saddened he was when it had to be without him there. I think you are forgiven." She raises a brow at the last comment, a soft chuckle following. "He didn't." She smiles faintly, head tilting. "But mostly for how it all happened, I think."

"You know you never need endure anything on your own. If not for Eir, then for me. Vex… The company, and countless others. We will be there." Bexy pauses to listen as Sayuri continues, then, before adding, "…Glad you got the help you needed, sure enough. But he's one to hold grudges. You are sure he's still all well and fine with me? It took some time to talk him out of the last grudge he'd opted to hold against me."

Sayuri's head straightens back up, a brief pause lingering. ".. He hasn't said anything that indicates that he's upset with you, so I believe you're fine. I can ask, on the off-chance he is upset.. And work to change that, more than swiftly."

"If you're confident. I'm sure everything's fine." She nods, taking a longer drink of her tea. "So, what's next for you, then? Any outings planned? No lengthy holidays i need to be aware of?" She teases, but it's as good natured as always.

Sayuri shakes her head faintly, smiling. "None planned currently, and you'd be the first to know if- when, we do plan something." Her head tilts, eyes narrowing into a small squint. "..What about yourself? Planning on any trips?"

"Save for some unnamed time Laurent and i plan to go to Thavnair… None. Though, i can't go much of anywhere too long, considering…" Her eyes glance towards the doorway. "He's been as quiet as ever. Quieter, i think. Though i suppose being without the sun for so long… Does things to you. We both should know, though… You more than me." Another small, measured sip of her tea, then. "…Have you… Come to a decision?"

I won't leave. Not when things are so... Tumultuous. I couldn't bear to be needed so much and be away; not when i can help. When it settles, maybe. ...Still, it begs the question if she's come to a decision. Would it be a funny thing to say i'd somewhat miss having a captive...?

She nods faintly, eyes shifting in the direction of the doorway. ".. At least he has had light." She mutters, a touch bitterly. ".. Grym kept me in complete darkness, the only light I got was when the door was opened, and I was likely about to get hurt." A claw idly taps against the side of the mug, a slow sigh leaving her. ".. But no. It.. is not pleasant." She keeps her silence a little longer, gaze settling on Bexy anew. ".. I have."

"And? Your verdict?" Bexy awaits her answer a little apprehensively. "I… Know this decision likely has not come lightly, though i imagine Vex will be glad to be relieved of her post. As will i be. We even made the decision not to survey him each and every bell, but it was his clamoring for company that made us return. He…" Bexy cuts herself off, there. And waits.

Sayuri draws a sharp breath, ears tilting back a touch. The same breath is slowly exhaled through her nose. ".. I will release him." She mutters. ".. He will have conditions put on this freedom, and if he fails to keep them up.. I will not hesitate to hunt him down and change that decision."

...Even me being... Notoriously bereft of mercy, i'd have let him go, too. We have little to lose if he opts to betray us; he'll just be another body for the pile. It's up to him if he chooses to do something with the chance he's been given. The chance he's been lucky to be given at all. Sayuri is perhaps the same as me, when it comes to showing mercy. Perhaps worse. ...Maybe that's why i feel such a kinship with her, on top of everything else.

Sayuri's decision seems to loosen Bexy's shoulders from the tension they were held in, painted lips giving a small smile. "…Very well. For… What it's worth, it's what i'd have chosen. But i wouldn't have begrudged you had you opted for his death." Draining her tea, the empty cup is set aside on the table. "Whenever you're ready, we can deliver the news. Unless you'd prefer not to see him again."

".. Eir cares not for his fate, and I.." She pauses, lips thinning just a touch. ".. I want to rip his head off. But.. The thought of that we could.. save some people, stuck in such an awful situation, granted he does the job.." A small sigh leaves her, head shaking. ".. I weighed these options, numerous times.. And I couldn't help but to feel like I was.. abandoning the people on the inside, if I simply killed him."

"…People who are in the shoes you once wore, or lack thereof. I… Can understand your decision. It's a minimal risk if he decides to betray us; we'll simply kill him if we ever cross paths again." A pause, as gloved fingertips lightly drum on the arm of the sofa. "…Did you want to deliver the news?"

She offers a small nod. ".. Partially doing it for Vex, too. There was someone she was willing to stop me from killing, so surely there are people in there she cares for, however little she may admit it." She pauses, furrowing her brows. ".. Or know it." She considers Bexy's question for a moment, before sinking her head into a nod - raising her cup up to drain it fully before setting it aside.

It's possible Vex has always had friends in there. Of course, far too dangerous to call them that, then. They could easily use them to hurt her, considering the punishment she can take.

"She has spoken of people as though they may have been friends, though never used the word…" Bexy rises to her feet, nodding. "I hope, for all their sakes, he does the right thing. And is smart enough not to get himself killed doing it."

".. A dangerous word for her to use, considering all the things she got herself into." Sayuri's lips tug into a thin line as she pushes herself up to stand. ".. An example being cheering for me, loudly, using the name Sayuri, when I was thrown in their arena with Vairg.." The Viera's name leaves her in a similar fashion to that of a curse word, ears automatically pinning back upon mentioning him. ".. He had best be."

"Hah! I can imagine anyone daring do to such a thing would likely be branded a madwoman. But well, now we know Vex…" The sentence trails in an attempt at humour, Bexy offering something of a smirk before departing down the stairs. "…We have little to lose if he doesn't. But it's on him, now." Pulling something from her pocket, the key to the cell is offered to Sayuri. "All yours."

".. Now we know she's a madwoman?" Sayuri smiles, offering a faint chuckle, dampened to refrain from it being all too loud. Her steps don't stray far from Bexy's own, hand reaching to grasp onto the key - a small nod offered Bexy's way.

"You said it, not me." Bexy grins, though sighs her expression into something a little more neutral as she crosses the room towards her bedchamber, and towards the bookcase. "Greetings, Vex."

"And I stand by it. She is." She mumbles, loud enough for Bexy to hear, but no one else. Her own expression draws into neutrality, eyes lidding into a more narrow stare. Her eyes fall to Vex as the woman comes into view, head sinking into a mute greeting.

Vex's gaze darts up to meet Bexy and Sayuri, lips curling into a wide grin - that's just her natural smile. "Hey!"

Bexy offers her usual warm smile to Vex at the greeting, slipping into the room where her captive was held. She doesn't offer him a greeting, though her expression is a lot less sour towards him than it had been previous.

Q'kura, who was on the verge of sleep up until a few moments ago, rouses with a start. Head rested against the wall, he shrinks a little into his shoulders upon noting two sets of footsteps.

Sayuri slips around the corner, key concealed half-way up her sleeve. Her icy stare falls atop of Q'kura once he is in view, the corners of her lips tugged a little downwards to signify some mild annoyance, added only by the narrowed eyes and backwards tilting ears. She holds her silence, for now.

Vex's gaze flickers between Bexy and Sayuri, and wanders further to Q'kura. One ear droops while the other remains perked, not needing to guess her way forwards as to why Sayuri was here.

Bexy simply slips back. She knew Sayuri's intention, and thus returns to reclining on the wall in silence. Watching, and waiting.

"S-sayuri! You… You are looking… Well?" He meets the glare and he can't hold her gaze, his own darting to the floor. "I--- I'm sorry about the side effects, but i did all i could with the means i had! I -did- warn that such things might happen-- Not that it makes them any more pleasant -- But it worked, yes? It worked? You have your aether?" He fights to steal a glance from the corner of his eyes. He dare not ask for his fate, swallowing dryly.

"You did." Her answer is short, kept in a night toneless voice. "Yes, it worked. My aether is returned, with seemingly no further complications. I am well, if not better than I was." Her head turns to glance in Bexy's direction, holding no intention to speak of the now stronger ice any further than that, but they knew. Her gaze trails back to Q'kura. "And I have finally decided what to do with you." Her voice doesn't hint her intentions whatsoever.

Vex slowly rocks back and forth, crimson gaze shifting between Bexy and Sayuri once more, trying to guess the outcome herself, even if the icy Seekers kept their silence.

"Wh-what… Will you do, with me…?" Q'kura asks. He'd intended to leave it there. Simply hear out his sentence, but desperation bids that he begged. "I… I have done all you asked, and i am sorry, so sorry for what you endured, please… Please, don't… Don't kill me. I am sorry for what i did to your husband -- Eir, yes?" He glances up to her, as though he intended to clarify. "---I… I just want to see the sky again. Please…" He swallows again, looking to Bexy, to Vex, and back to Sayuri. "Please don't… Leave me here…"

There was some... Conflict, to hearing him beg. He deserved it. Gods, he deserved it, but knowing he perhaps wasn't the worst of the bunch made it a little more bittersweet. He did help her. But it's her decision, no matter what she chooses. Even if she changes her mind, now.

The begging sees Sayuri retain her silence for a little longer, just to watch him. A touch cruel, but one could argue he deserved it. A little bit. "You have done all that was asked, and cured me. I don't necessarily believe that you are sorry for what my husband and I endured, but neither does he care for your fate, despite what role you held." A slow breath is exhaled through her nose, the intensity of her glare lessening just a touch, but it is a noticeable one. ".. I am going to set you free. On the condition that you do help those who deserve it on the inside. Anyone who hold the same rank Vex did, you will aid in getting out of there." Her head raises a touch, eyes shifting back to its previous cold glare as the next choice of words leave her. "And if you decide not to do so, I will find you and rectify this decision."

Vex stares, at Sayuri, at Q'kura, and at Bexy. She is.. certainly surprised, when those words leave Sayuri, yet as she continues to speak, Vex pauses, and slowly nods along. Yep, sounds fair to her.

Q'kura's eyes turn glassy at her words. Hope, for the first time in moons. He's even brave enough to slowly find his feet and stand, though in so doing it's a little unsteady. "Y-you'll let me go…?" He sounds as though he'll cry, searching Sayuri's gaze for any indication that she's lying, for any sliver of false hope. "---I'll help. I'll help them, i swear-- I'll get as many of them out as i can." Those words began at Sayuri, and ended directed at Vex.

Bexy remains unmoving, staring at the scene with the same neutral expression, at least until her painted lips shift into something of a half smile as she glances to Vex.

Sayuri finally shifts her hand that hid the key, letting it slip into her grip more properly before she pushes it into the lock and twists it to open the cell door. "For your own sake, Q'kura.. You had best."

Vex continued to dart her gaze between all those present, ears tilting and lips curling into a softer, more genuine smile than her usual shit-eating grin, seemingly somewhat relieved at the verdict. She pushes herself up to her feet as well.

Q'kura seems almost fearful to leave the cell. As though he couldn't quite believe it. He moves almost anxiously to the threshold, ears lowered, almost as though it was a joke. "I… I promise." He manages, fearfully.

Bexy doesn't move, but watches. The way she folds her arms shifts ever so subtly, tail slowly wavering at her heels.

".. The promise of someone I do not trust in the first place means very little, Q'kura. I will await your actions." Sayuri raised a brow, and moved aside in an attempt to indicate she'd do naught to stop him from exiting the cell.

Q'kura takes a few steps, and then a few more. Quickly by Sayuri, then slowly the closer he drew to Vex. "…I'm free…?" He says again, looking back at the cell behind him. Tear filled eyes scan the room, not quite sure what to do with himself. "I c-can just go…?"

Bexy doesn't say anything.

Sayuri merely watches, gaze still narrow.

...I never planned for him to just walk out of the house. I'm not stupid. He's probably gathered that i live in the Shroud, but i doubt much else. And i'd like to keep it that way.

Vex pauses, her usual wide grin settling on her lips. "I mean, if you're doubting it… I'm sure Sayuri would've killed you without false hope." Her gaze trails back to the cell, then to Q'kura once more. "Unless y'wanna stay in there, yeah."

He looks around in silence then, back at the cell, and then ultimately at Sayuri. With a small dip of his head, and even smaller, "Thank you…" Leaves him, before he turns to look into the room beyond, a floral bedchamber, a desk and-- Darkness.

Bexy drives her elbow sharply into the back of Q'kura's head, knocking him out cold.

The deadpan expression Sayuri has held eases, a mild huff of amusement emitting at the sight.

Vex grimaces to herself. ".. Ow."

Bexy turns with an almost incredulous expression. "…What? I wasn't about to let him walk about the house unattended, much less see where i live." At Sayuri's expression, her lips curl in amusement. "What?" She repeats, half-laughing.

Sayuri cracks a small smirk, allowing a small chuckle to leave her. "Taking my joy where I can."

Vex snorts slightly, a small pause lingering before she finally asks. ".. Are we releasing him, or..?"

Bexy leans down, to hoist the downed Seeker over her shoulder. "We are. I'll take him to Thanalan, leave him somewhere shady to come around. He can make his own way back to the compound."

Sayuri offers a small nod to reinforce Bexy's answer.

"Alright. Great." Another pause. ".. Can I give him some food, for when he wakes?" A question that gains a slighty raised brow from Sayuri, causing Vex's lips to thin. ".. Y'want him to actually reach 'em, yeah? Fuck knows when he'll wake, might be bloody starving when he does."

...Despite all the cruelty enacted on her by them, she's still kind. Vex is a good person.. And likely, better than most will give her credit for.

A small nod is Bexy's response to Vex. "Take whatever you want for his pockets, just nothing that will lead back to us." She carries him through the house, eyeing the stairs with some trepidation. "…He's been a good captive, if nothing else."

Vex nods. "I'll put something together. And hey.. They find you, they find me. And the Karahli. I like Zhav, don't want that to happen." She slips past them and heads for the stairs.

Sayuri's features soften, a faint sigh leaving her. ".. A madwoman she might be, but certainly kinder than I would've been.."

"Kinder than she has cause to be, considering. But i won't argue it. We do want him to survive that long, at least." Bexy ascends the stairs with a slow, careful pace; not wanting to drop Q'kura, nor fall down herself. Finally reaching the summit, she sighs. "…Not too much, Vex. If the compound find it, it might look suspicious."

"Oh, I know. Been subject to their bloody patdowns more times than I can count. Tiniest bloody bump there shouldn't be and they'll turn y'pockets insideout." Vex huffs, having collected a small amount of foodstuff, putting it into a wrap. ".. 'S just a few things to give him enough energy to move on. Will look like he scavenged it in a hurry if they do see it." She steps up to Bexy and Q'kura, holding the little wrap of food that she seeks to wriggle into one of his pockets.

Sayuri merely observes, shaking her head gently. Definitely finding Vex kinder than she needs to be, to someone like him.

"…It should be enough." Bexy holds him still enough for Vex to give him his gift, offering a satisfied nod. "…I'll take him now, before he wakes up. I'll see the both of you soon, yes?"

Vex steps back, offering a two-finger salute.

Sayuri's head sinks into a small nod, ears tilting back a touch. ".. I doubt I need to tell you to be careful, but.. Please be."

"I will be. Worry not for me." She gives her customary smile, not so much as even departing the building until the aether around her swirls into a blizzard. Exactly where she was going wasn't mentioned, but it was clear she had at least somewhere in mind.

[cicero-the-assassin]

@archerwhiterp

Continued from here.

He was aware that the level of involvement Attigo had in his life was unusual for most. However, nothing their kind did was 'usual' or 'natural'. Who was Archer to question it? He was the lowest step on the feeding chain of predators. A vulture hovering for scraps and waiting his turn, too afraid to use his talons to take what he wanted. What he needed. He had always assumed that was due to some defect in his personality, in his morals. Yet as Lucio stated, those were both trained to some extent. Far more than Archer could even fathom. He flinched slightly and ripped his head back as Lucio offered to help. It was not a threat no, but those words in another's mouth would be. Now Archer kept his gaze fixed on the other, waiting for that break in the tension when he would pounce or relent. He gazed down as he offered money, charity, kinship. Archer swallowed uneasy, unsure why it felt difficult to believe. Lucio so far had acted nothing like his Master Attigo. He could only trust his words. What a feeling it was that he did recognize Archer. A feeling Archer could not put words too yet besides fluttering and excitable. He relaxed slowly and smiled, able to meet his gaze again. "I- I suppose it is. It's very lonely when you aren't known. Sometimes I wonder I... I have the strange urge to walk into a crowded room and simply scream. I don't know if anyone would notice me otherwise."

"As if I am a ghost."

His grasp was loose, Archer slips out of it quite easily. The poor boy was constricted and held prisoner often enough. He had little desire to subject him to the exact same thing. He takes no offense.

But he's aware that is something he'd never try with his master. Perhaps these little acts of individualism was Archer becoming more comfortable in his presence.

Relent is his route, his stance passive in nature. Lucio's clawed hands hide behind his back, twiddling his thumbs. Archer seemed so confused, so unsure of whether to trust him.

"I cannot imagine it has been easy for you," He muses, shrugging his shoulders slightly, resulting in a pop of his bones, "To be so isolated and cut off from the world, I cannot say that I know what that is like- but I sympathize." There is a general aura about him, calming and soothing. A low hum of white noise that no one can here but is definitely there. He is trying to comfort him without even touching him.

"We are all ghosts, for as known as I make myself, not many know what my nature truly is. Just our own kind. And not many of them socialize with me for the pleasure of my company. As you may have noted from your Master's distaste for me. Then again, he has a distaste for most anyone."

Lucio sighs, taking a seat, reclining in a chair of his, stretching like a cat.

"You don't need to worry about that for now though- you are far less alone now than you were a mere, what? Days ago? And though my sister has not met you, she is also aware of you. She wishes to meet you sometime during your stay with me. Trust me when I tell you you will get more attention than you are bargaining for.

So no worries. And- as I said, you're always free to speak your mind to me. I'd prefer it rather than invading your privacy. You will not owe me if you want something, so ask away."

@archerwhiterp

[velvetineblue]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN //

NAME?: winter~

PRONOUNS?: any! agender hoes rise up

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?: telepathy ( but seriously: i'm really bad replying sometimes, but i do appreciate im's whether on tumblr or discord ajdjj. my discord is open to any mutuals!! )

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: overall, this gremlin, by far. i have periods where i'll write a different character a lot for a couple days/weeks (mostly on discord) but tai-muse always eventually demands that the bulk of the attention be back on him u . u

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: i've been roleplaying on tumblr since like....... 2011ish??? (DO NOT @ ME, I KNOW THAT'S INSANE) and i was roleplaying elsewhere even before that...

BEST EXPERIENCE?: I'm seconding what ferre said and screaming: PLOTTED GROUP VERSES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but rly, anytime we do in-depth plotting that you get really engrossed into, and go crazy world-building & expanding the lore and plotline.... that's the besttt.

RP PET PEEVES?: hmmmm........... tbh nothing is really coming to mind at this moment, probably because my dash is so small & curated to only blogs who i really like seeing on my dash, so i think i've temporarily forgotten about the annoying parts of rp??? LOL. check back with me next time i go out looking for blogs to follow; then i'm sure i'll have much to say kjhkjh

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: I like all of them !! angst is prob my fav of those genres, but if i wrote too much of it, i think it would get tiring for me because it may feel less impactful/geuine?? IDK. but fluff is definitely needed sometimes. and smut can also be fun, in moderate doses! fluffy smut and/or smutty fluff tho... 👌that's good shit, LMAO

PLOTS OR MEMES?: again, both are fun! i think a balance ( maybe not 50-50, but a balanced amount ) is ideal. as much as i do love plotting, it does require a lot of energy and social battery. so meme's are perfect for times when you are running low on that, but still want to rp~ ( and i'm going to do the ones in my inbox soon I PROMISE )

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: my replies usually end up being long. but for starters or meme's, short sometimes makes the most sense... I know the fact I often write novels might seem intimidating to people who aren't novella, but I don't mind short replies . . . lengthy replies is just more of my personal 'writing style', but I don't require partners to adapt to it?? yOU DO YOU

TIME TO WRITE?: NEVER, APPARANTLY. ( jk i have time but i spend most of it rotting and watching 5 hour long video essays about pointless shit ajsjaj )

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: hmm... I don't know! but compared to my other muses, I'd say, I guess Tai is one of my characters who is more 'similar' to me in some ways. I think because he's one of my oldest; his very first incarnation as a character I wrote goes back to when I was like 12. so he does have a lot of personal touches-- things that are probably quite specific to mE & my personal tastes. as I got older, I started to make a wide variety of characters, some of which I have nothinggg in common with... but Tai isn't one of those ajsja. we're not extremely similar, but we're not complete opposites either ? I think I partially fear saying that because I don't want anyone to think he's a 'self-insert', but... meh. I would hope it's pretty obvious that he's not :sob:

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We definitely need some Ichiru/Maria head cannon's if you don't mind (me personally I always know that if they were to start a family they'd be the best parents because the last thing they want is for their kids to feel lesser if they were born with any disabilities or illness)

A/N: Of course I don't mind! I'd love to write my headcanons about them!

-If Ichiru hadn't died and had reunited with Maria, I feel like Maria would be the one to help him sort out his emotions. Maria has perfect patience as she helps Ichiru recover from losing Shizuka and she honestly becomes his rock. Being Shizuka's dear relative and accomplice, she is the only one who understood the depths of their bond and tries to covince Ichiru that they should be leading the lives Shizuka would want them to live. -Ichiru will slowly return her feelings as he sees what an amazing woman Maria is growing up to be. Maria's efforts trying to protect humans from violent vampires and human terrorists posing as vampires is something he deepl admires but he's growing ever so scared of losing her. -One time when she came back still healing from her injury, Ichiru snapped and finally confessed how much he had grown to love her. -Maria and Ichiru wasted no time getting married, these were dangerous times and Ichiru knew there was no other girl who had his back like Maria did so why not? -They are a rather cheerful couple, Maria's boldness and Ichiru's playful streak generally creating some kind of vibrant energy that could be felt whenever they're together. They're that couple who's always exchanging witty jokes and roasting people at the party and how things could be livened up a bit in the corner at soirees. -Surprisingly, that's how they actually became casual friends with Senri and Rima, they love joining in on the roasts. -Ichiru begged Yuki to turn him into a vampire so he had enough strength to protect Maria and their unborn child. -They named their daughter after Shizuka, no doubt about it. -Whilst Zero hadn't been too fond of Shizuka's name, his niece had quickly wrapped her uncle around her little finger. Zero was happy Ichiru had found his happiness, and gladly came over at any of their gatherings. -Zero was also the person Ichiru always called if he needed a babysitter for Shizuka. -Before becoming parents, they had a good talk about their genetics, considering Maria's illness has some risk of inheritance and Ichiru is unsure how his own weird genetics will pass on. They discussed how they would raise their child if it were frail, estimated how the danger of being linked to the Kuran monarchy and the Hunters Association president could impact their child and composed various back-up plans including a safe house similar to how Ruka and Akatsuki raised their child away from the danger. Because they want their child to be happy and safe, blissful of the cruelty in a way Ichiru never had been. -But what touched Maria the most, was Ichiru going over the risks that might happen to her once she got pregnant. Because childbirth is risky, especially if you're chronically sick. Maria started tearing up at Ichiru's concern on how the pregnancy would impact her health and promised him she would take it easy. -Shizuka II was thankfully already an adult by the time Maria had to form the Resistance. Ichiru was so proud of his wife, and he knew Shizuka would have been so proud of Maria and touched they named their daughter after her. -Because Ichiru never died, thankfully that weird and wasted clone plotline never happened. -Ichiru instead got injured during the final fight at the Emperor and the scientist's lair. -During Ichiru's recovery at their safe house, he actually knocked up Maria again. -Shizuka II immediately rushed back home so she could help her parents and take as much of her parents tasks around the house because they both physically deserved the rest. -Ichiru couldn't help but muse that Shizuka was just as caring of an older sibling as Zero had been towards him.