#and wade's been feeling heavenly bliss

[mischievous-thunder]

A typical night after Logan moved in where Wade's still dazed, Logan's more than ready for their 5th round and Althea's ears are bleeding and making her regret her life choices.

P.S. This time it's Logan cheekily tapping the fourth wall by gesturing what he's about to do to Wade Wilson.

[lostwithoutyouherewriter]

Foreseen: A Street Fighter Ficlet

Inspired by "Lifeguard Ryu," artwork by Absolum, from the Street Fighter Swimsuit Special 2022, ©Udon Entertainment

“Amar arba’tashar... Who is that?”

Menat pulled down her sunglasses to get a better look at the man on the beach. Perhaps she had been mistaken upon first glance. He was more perfect than the sun, the moon, and all of the stars combined. Every curve of muscle beckoned her eyes on a journey of delight—rising over those pillars of chiseled calves, soaring above the aljibal of colossal shoulders, then swooping down a heroic girdle of muscle to the tight, red speedo below.

Even as the cool waters of the sea splashed around her thighs, Menat felt herself grow very warm indeed as she surveyed the impression of such a powerful obelisk, a true wonder of the world yet to be unearthed.

A bright yellow fin sliced through the water, followed by a dark head rising from the depths. Birdie followed her line of sight and spat out a mouthful of saltwater. “Who? The bloke cosplaying as a lifeguard? That’s Ryu, sweetheart. Real serious bugger, that one. Always trying to become a true warrior and saying stuff like ‘the answer lies in the heart of battle’ right before he beats the snot outta ya. Bunch a’ rubbish, if you ask me.”

“Hm, I see,” said Menat, only focusing on half of what was said. Ryu, eh? He certainly looked to be a fine warrior indeed. If the Kanzuki bodyguard spoke true, she had no doubt that Ryu would be as serious a lover as he was a fighter.

All she had to do was focus on his aura, like the master had taught her. Menat directed her attention to the lifeguard tower and embraced a vision of the future...

A room filled with steam and passion. A longing for two souls to become one.

The warrior reaches out for her, grasping her soft, umber skin with such intensity. Her towel falls away, revealing her graceful body to this gorgeous beast of a man.

Menat gasps, somehow surprised by his sheer strength as he lifts her on high. He handles her with such ease, completely aware of their bodies and the space they inhabit. And then he closes the space between them.

She screams in ecstasy. Her purple hair flutters behind her as she leans back, wrapping her thighs around his head, swaying her hips from side to side. Goddess, the sensations! They were practically overflowing now. Savoring every movement of his mouth, she never wants the future to end!

Menat gasped, filling her lungs with the present air. She could not remember feeling such bliss, such a heavenly state of mind as she traveled down the many paths of the future. Not even while sharing the visions of Mistress Rose, a truly magnificent wielder of soul power, had she felt so enlightened.

She must win the heart of this man, but how?

“The answer lies in the heart of battle, eh?” Stroking her chin, the fortune teller landed upon an idea. After all, what better aphrodisiac could there be than a near-death experience and a daring rescue?

Reversing direction, Menat propelled herself backwards, the sun glittering in the golden trim of her bikini as she arched her back. Focusing her energies, she teleported through the water, causing the waves to thrash about like a fierce lioness.

“Help!” she screamed, waving her arms in the direction of Ryu. “Help me, please! I’m drowning!”

Amidst the splashing of her grand performance, Menat saw the lifeguard rise from his tower. The sweet sound of his whistle cut through the air, and her heart took flight as she witnessed the fine Ryu sprinting over the sands, wading through the sea, steadily closing the space between them.

Reaching for her future beloved, Menat yelped as the lifeguard grabbed her, tossing the young woman through the air like a pocketful of sand. As she took flight over the shallow waters, she heard Ryu shout three words for all to hear. “Storm! Everybody out!”

Soon, bodies of all shapes and sizes were flying through the heavens. As she threw out her magic orbs and slowly descended upon the beach, Menat watched in perplexed wonder as Ryu seized warrior after warrior, launching them out of the sea. It was fortunate that many of these swimmers were seasoned fighters who could take a beating, seeing as very few of them landed on the beach as gracefully as Menat.

Off in the distance, she could see a few dark clouds forming on the horizon, but one did not have to be a fortune teller to know this storm was still far, far away. She sat down on one of her orbs and crossed her legs, flustered beyond belief.

While she would forever be enchanted by the body of this crazed lifeguard, who was busy “rescuing” a screaming man in pink shorts, Menat now wondered if her visions of love had been anything more than wishful thinking.

“Wallahi... I hope not.”

You can continue reading "Summer of the Warrior" ficlets on AO3 throughout July!

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

A Tight Squeeze

A/N: You all can blame @contesa-lui-alucard for this monstrosity... I literally am in love with this character now and I will never stop... I slept on him SO hard and I REGRET IT! Thank you for the inspiration and this fic is so self indulgent I wish Pat was my true baby daddy... Enjoy loves!🖤

Warnings: tw: pregnancy, tw: pregnancy kink, obscene amounts of marital fluff and love, tw: breeding kink, tw: unprotected sex, tw: doggystyle, tw: very slight edging, tw: body image, tw: slight depression (regarding body image and self esteem), lots of fluff (because Pat is fluffy), tw: daddy kink, tw: hair pulling, creampies (I mean when am I NOT doing a creampie?) a smidgen of Dom!Pat because I CANNOT control myself

(PLZfor the love of Satan lmk if I miss a tag or TW... I am only human and I make errors all the time)

“Goddammit!” you practically cried, seeing the thousandth piece of clothing you owned barely fitting around your new curves. The look of defeat and sorrow running across your pretty face from the mirror as you twisted and turned to somehow wish the new poundage away.

“Honey?” a sheepish voice called from the kitchen in your quaint home, his heavy footfalls coming steadily as he padded back to your bathroom.

His precious features gracing the floor-length mirror as he crowded the edge of the molding on the frame of the closet.

He gasped slightly, surveying the scene before him. His cock stirred in his jeans as he appraised your body, the new planes from the growing baby inside you making you glow with an effervescence he had never seen before.

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he caught his breath, your tits plunging out of the small tank top, bouncing as you frustratingly tried to pull it over your growing bump, to no avail as the bottom half and your belly button poked from under the hemline.

The leggings barely fitting on your thighs as they clutched onto your globe of an ass. He wished on all the stars that you couldn’t fit into your underwear and had forgone them all together so he could rip the seam and go to town on your backside.

“Pat,” you whined his name, running your hands over your belly, clearly upset you had a dwindling wardrobe as the days progressed.

“I need to get some new stuff honey,” your pretty lips going into a full pout as the tears rolled down your cheeks. You never had any reason to feel as unattractive as you had just now. He had never given you any indication he didn’t think you were the most beautiful creature on this planet. In fact, when he and you had found out about the baby, he was completely overjoyed and more touchy than he had ever been in the years he’d been married to you.

His feral instincts had kicked into hyperdrive when he became a father-to-be. Making sure you were well taken care of in all aspects including but not limited to cleaning, cooking, foot rubs, nightly baths, and of course reading poetry to you and your unborn son as he grew bigger and bigger.

He loved every detail of it. The gross and good parts, and ebbed and flowed with every single mood swing and nauseous feeling you had. He was the perfect husband, and here he was, looking at you as if you were the most gorgeous goddess he had ever seen. In fact, you were to him, no matter how many times he had been in utter disbelieve that you gave him the time of day let alone let him fuck you three or more times a day.

“Okay baby,” he cooed, coming over to wrap you in the biggest hug he could, rubbing your back as you sobbed over this minor detail in your pregnancy.

He hushed and rocked you, petting your hair, while you inhaled his fresh scent, rubbing your face in his cotton t-shirt as he whispered the sweetest nothings into your ear.

“It’s gonna be okay honey,” he murmured, “you still look absolutely perfect to me my sweet love,” the words making you tear up even more as he kept with his praises.

“You’re absolutely amazing,” his chorus kept going, the baby suddenly joining in the party as he kept talking, “we both think you are, mama,” the sobs catching in your throat as your son kicked a series in your stomach, his low baritone only encouraging the movements as he kept on.

“In fact, I think mama could use a nice bath and something sweet to eat… What do you think?” he arched back to see your head pop up from its place, his precious smirk making you smile with glassy eyes while you nodded.

“That’s exactly what I think too,” kissing your forehead with the lightest effort, “okay, go get out of these, and I’ll get it going for you, deal?” his eyebrows raised as he ran a hand over the expanse of your bump, cradling underneath while you wiped your cheeks off with your hands.

He kissed over your face before heading to the bathroom to run the tub, the lavender scent emanating as the water filled the basin.

You struggled out of your clothing, cursing the companies who made your clothes as you did so. You felt like burning them in a fire or ripping them to shreds but settled on maturity rather than violence as the clothes weren’t the issue.

Your body ached from the weight of everything. The baby of course wasn’t your average-sized fetus, being that his father was a whopper when he was born. You never assumed, however, that he could be as heavy as he felt the more he grew inside you. And you also didn’t take into account the toll his size would take on yourself as the months dragged on. But willful ignorance is what you went with, and with that came karma in its truest form.

No matter how much you hurt and complained, you loved your boys, size and all, and you knew you wouldn’t do this for any man except for your precious Pat.

He was truly just the best partner in every sense of the word. And this simple gesture of making sure you practiced some self-care was his way, amongst many, of showing you how much he appreciated the sacrifices you were making for him and your growing family.

You waded into the steaming water, the enveloping hug of warmth shrouding your emotional state into numbness as the floral notes caressed your senses. This was heavenly, you thought, submerging your body as far as possible into the water, the top of your belly poking out like a small island in the ocean as you relaxed.

You closed your eyes, trying to take in the serenity, rubbing slow circles on the sides of your taut stomach as the baby relaxed within you.

Your meditation was so deep after a few minutes, you never heard Pat come in to check on you.

His hand found the exposed skin, calloused fingers enveloping it in a heated touch as he whispered to you, “how are we doing now mama?” he cooed, his soft smile in the warm light bringing you to tears again.

He was the sweetest thing on this planet. You hoped to any entity that was listening that your son had his perfect features. Those golden eyes, his soft lips, the freckles that speckled his body, his calm demeanor.

“Better,” you whispered back, unconsciously pushing your body into his touch, “thank you, daddy,” smiling at his sweet face.

“Good,” holding his gaze for a moment to peer at your perfection for just a second longer, his smile widening as yours did too.

“When you’re ready to get out I’ll help you get all lotioned and dressed… I’ve got one of my shirts and sweats out for you babe,” his lips pressing against your forehead again as you exhaled a relieved sigh.

“We’ll go get you some new stuff in the morning,” rubbing the top of your bump as you smiled brighter and brighter, “that okay?”

You nodded, peacefully, not wanting him to leave this spot until you were finished.

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You spent about twenty more minutes in there until the water became too cold, his cue to get you and little man from the tub.

He helped you get dried off, making sure to gingerly rub your skin before grabbing the lotion from the cabinet. He knew you liked the lavender scent, so he had picked up a bottle when he was at the store earlier in the month. The fact that it was just about gone being an indication of a good purchase on his part.

He rubbed your relaxed muscles, making sure to massage the cream into every crack and crevice he could reach for you, the primal instincts rising within as he ran his hands over the curves and dimples on your skin.

He tried to shake the thoughts, thinking of the task at hand, but being hopelessly derailed after you let out the fifth or sixth moan in pure bliss.

He snapped then, the ambient lighting in the room looking so good on your naked body as you laid out perched in the best way for him.

“Pat?” his sudden stop causing you to look up from your spot, the pillows you had stacked so you were comfortable during his massage able to push you to see his looming body over your belly.

“What’s wrong honey?” gazing at him in the warm light, his hair tousled from the work he had been doing, his lips quivering as he gulped a dry swallow upon seeing your eyes meet his.

“I need you to get on your hands and knees and arch that perfect back of yours before I paint my jeans,” his tone deep enough to cause a stir in your nether regions.

Your eyes dilating immediately upon his sudden domineering behavior, “like this baby?” you made a show out of it all, wiggling your ass as you crawled up the bed, gripping the sheets in both hands as your back arched just the way he liked it.

“Such a good fucking mama,” he cooed, the sounds of his pants unzipping and the clang of them on the floor, coupled by the bed creaking slightly from his weight on the edge, “back up to me honey,” his hands gripping the sides of your hips as he helped you ease your body to meet his.

His tip barely touching your ass, causing a hiss to leave his chest, and a moan to leave yours upon feeling his pubic hair graze your mound.

“I’m gonna destroy this pussy of mine,” he growled, his voice getting deeper and deeper as he grabbed and rubbed his tip in your wet folds, “fuck this wet little pussy until you can’t take it anymore,” gritting as your hole sucked the head in, your warmth coating it so perfectly.

“Fuck Pat,” you whined, his hold on your hips bruising as he stilled his tip for a moment or two before sheathing it to its base, “y-you’re s-so f-fucking b-bi,” not able to even finish as he plunged even further, pushing your hips so you both let out a chorus of groans.

“Y-you t-take t-this b-big c-cock of m-mine s-so w-well m-mama,” he gasped out, picking up his pace as he fucked further and further into you, his hand pressing into your lower back as you arched more and more.

“I-I’m s-such a g-good g-girl,” you mused back, “I-I l-love p-pleasing m-my b-baby,” feeling his dick harden even more in your squelching cunt as he plummeted further into your hole.

“S-such a g-good g-girl,” he recanted, “k-keeping m-my c-cum s-so g-good,” speeding up even further, your moans picking up as he found your G-spot.

“Y-you l-love b-being all f-full of m-me,” the slaps of sweaty skin and balls hammering the room as the moans turned into feral screams.

“I-I l-love c-carrying y-your b-baby P-Pat,” the tears streaming as you felt the shroud of warmth begin to expand from your cunt to the rest of your body.

“T-that’s f-fucking r-right y-you d-do,” he growled, his teeth snarling as the sweat dripped in a waterfall from his short locks, the songs of your cries opening his senses to overdrive as he watched you writhe under him.

“Y-you c-cum on t-this m-monster c-cock of y-yours,” he grunted, feeling your walls vibrate around him and your screams emanate. As a last-ditch effort, he moved his hand on your back to grab your messy bun, pulling the hair to cement your rapture.

“F-fuck P-Pat!” you came, and you came hard. The damn breaking to coat his dick in your sweet sticky release wave upon wave, the wet sounds sending him over the edge as he pummeled the last of his efforts into your spent pussy.

He grit his teeth again, pushing in two more times before emptying his large load into your occupied cunt, the overload spilling out in a thick mixture while he pumped lazily in and out, musing at the sight.

He pulled out slowly, holding your hips so you could relax a little bit before guiding you to the side and surrounding your body with an abundance of pillows once more.

“So much for a bath,” you sighed and laughed, fanning yourself in a sweaty haze.

“I’m sorry honey,” he chuckled too, grabbing a towel to wipe you and then himself off, “I wasn’t even thinking about it… I just got too riled up from the clothes you were wearing earlier, and I…” he trailed off, watching a smile creep over your face as he talked.

“Really?” your curiosity getting the better of you, “you liked me in those clothes?”

“Ummm,” he sheepishly blushed, “y-yes?” itching the back of his head trying to avoid any eye contact with you.

“Well....” you adjusted as the baby began to make himself known for the night, “I guess I know what I need to do in the future,” winking as he found the other side of the bed, curling up to run his hand over your belly.

“Honey,” he whispered, “you don’t have to be doing anything for me to get turned on by you… I’m just in love with you either way,” his admission making you misty-eyed while you felt his light touches on your skin.

“But I have to admit… I really like this kind of look on you,” gesturing to all of your figure from head to toe.

“Well, you made me this way,” inching in to kiss his plush lips, him returning as you both pecked each other for a few seconds.

“I’ll keep you this way if you want me to,” his voice barely loud enough for you to hear, “keep you all knocked up and gorgeous for as long as you let me,” his words going straight to your cunt again as he kissed you again and again.

“As many times as you wish… Daddy,” winking and kissing him deeply, a smile inching over his lips as yours met.

“I love you,” his faint words cutting into your soul as if he was saying it for the first time.

“I love you,” returning it with a smile and a nuzzle into his neck as you began to drift off together in sticky paradise.

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Well... What did we all learn today? That I have a total fucking issue with not being his baby mama and that I have staples that I stick to and will not waiver from in my deepest darkest fantasies... Goodnight everyone I love you and I'll be crawling back into my festering hole to think about what I have done.

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[ampleappleamble]

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It was worth it.

The arduous trudge up the mountainside, the stares and whispers from strangers and crewmates alike, Ydwin's snarky little jabs, stripping to his skivvies and getting poked and prodded and scrubbed down with everyone watching– Hel, even going as far back as sailing to the Dead Floe in the first place, or following the Watcher through the White Void– it was totally, completely, absolutely worth going through all of it just to be here, now, in this perfumed paradise of a bath. Now all Vatnir had to do was find a way to never have to leave.

A gentle slosh of water at his shoulder told him he had a visitor, but he was in such bliss that he found he couldn't be bothered to open his eyes to see who it was. Luckily, Aloth's voice identified him readily enough. "Enjoying the baths, are we?" He could hear the amused smirk on the wizard's face, but the Godlike couldn't have cared less.

"It's incredible," Vatnir moaned, submerged up to his chin in the shimmering water. And it was. It was quite literally the best he could ever remember feeling. He'd never felt so relaxed, bobbing lazily in liquid warmth, his joints throbbing with relief as the burden of his body's weight was lifted from them. The short walk from the washing nook to the baths themselves had been a delicate and harrowing affair, and the temperature of the water had frightened him when he'd first stepped in. But by the time he'd waded in up to his chest, he'd begun to wonder if this was what being in love felt like.

A warm chuckle flowed into Vatnir's ears, tingled as it trickled down his spine. "Ordinarily I'd be loathe to say I told you so, but in this case I might just have to break that personal policy," Aloth teased gently. "Although now that I'm over here, I notice the water's gone a bit cool on this side. Perhaps I should say something to the stewards..."

"Don't bother. It's probably just me." Vatnir had always been told that as the progeny of the Beast of Winter, Rymrgand had gifted him some innate power over entropy, making him able to encourage decay on a whim. And he could, but only on non-living things that were already on the decline: he'd amused himself many times in his grim, lonely adolescence by willing Valbrendhür's rapidly cooling ekkevít down to room temperature, or commanding the old man's smoldering pipe to snuff out. He hadn't consciously chosen to cool the bathwater around him– he couldn't remember having done so, anyway– but then, he didn't consciously choose to give those who spent too much time around him head colds or nausea either. It just happened, and he had learned long ago not to question it, but to simply resign himself to the consequences of his nature.

Of course, he explained none of this to Aloth, who merely smiled awkwardly and changed the subject. "Axa really did only want to help you, you know. She's a kind and generous woman, but her enthusiasm can, at times, blind her to the smaller details. Like the fact that you were utterly miserable back there, under all that scrutiny." The look of pity on the other man's face would have bothered him ordinarily, but Vatnir found he couldn't really blame Aloth for feeling how he did. He had probably been quite a sight at first: skinny and shivering, swaddled in filthy bandages, eyes darting to and fro like a caged animal.

"I understand, I suppose," the priest sighed, watching his crewmates frolic and splash on the opposite side of the pool. "And I do appreciate your... uh, intervention. Tekēhu was correct in pointing out that we who are chosen by the gods are rarely allowed to choose for ourselves. I'm used to simply enduring misfortune and discomfort, not speaking my mind when it regards... well, myself, my wants."

Aloth hummed thoughtfully, and Vatnir tried– and failed– not to let his gaze wander over the other man, his beautiful body, his elegant face. "A position I'm not entirely unfamiliar with myself, I'm afraid, despite my lack of divine heritage– although the nobility of Aedyr certainly seem to fancy themselves on the same level as the gods more often than not." He chuckled at his own joke, saw that Vatnir was not laughing, cleared his throat, continued. "Axa is a very strong-willed woman, more than decisive enough for all of us, and at times her intensity can make her a bit... intimidating. But she is more sensitive and open-hearted than one might think, and one can always count on her to listen, to try to understand, and to make things right to the best of her ability." The elf smiled fondly, turned to regard the little woman lounging in the water some distance away, smoking and chatting happily with Pallegina. "She did for me, after all."

Vatnir was still debating whether it was appropriate to press for details– and realizing he might actually find Aloth more attractive than the Watcher– when he felt the bizarre sensation of the waters suddenly twisting and roiling around him; warm, invisible tendrils wound around his limbs and slithered across his chest and belly, lifting and caressing and tickling him. He started to cry out in surprise, but somewhere along the way it transformed into an odd little giggle, the sound made all the stranger by it coming from himself, of all kith.

Aloth crossed his arms over his chest and sighed impatiently. "Really, Tekēhu, we were trying to have a conversation–"

"Is that so? Ekera, he doesn't seem to mind the interruption." The Watershaper grinned mischievously, and with a flick of his wrist, the current carried Vatnir to his side. "Besides, I figured the waters could use some churning. It's gotten a bit cold on this side, wouldn't you say?" He winked down at the priest, flashing that gorgeous grin of his, and Vatnir felt as though his brains had been transmuted into porridge.

The wizard opened his mouth to say something, but upon looking at Vatnir– at the bruise-colored blush spreading over his sternum and clavicle, the furtive glance cast in Tekēhu's direction– he thought better of it and said something else instead. "Well. I've finished saying my piece, anyway, so... I'll leave you gentlemen to it, shall I?" He flashed a strange, knowing smile at the pair of Godlikes and turned away, wading across the bath and back into Axa's inviting company.

Leaving the two of them, Tekēhu and Vatnir, alone. Together. Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods–

"May I?" The Marine Godlike gestured, and the water around them surged and swelled and pushed the two men to the side of the bathing pool, depositing Tekēhu with his back up against the tiled wall and Vatnir directly in front of him. Huge hands settled on his rickety shoulders, and Tekēhu squeezed gently, eliciting a soft, surprised gasp from the priest.

He felt the low rumble of Tekēhu's laughter vibrating in his chest, making little ripples in the water that rose goosebumps on Vatnir's skin. "Konstanten has been instructing me in the arts of relieving tension by way of massage," he murmured, "and if you don't mind my saying so, you look very tense indeed. Especially in the neck and shoulders. Just how much do your horns weigh, my friend?"

Vatnir felt as though his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth, but he managed to stammer that he didn't really know. "It's not– I've never... uh, weighed them, or anything. Can't exactly remove them and put them on the scale. If only I could, I'd never put them back on again." What endearing banter, Vatnir. Go ahead and just kill the mood entirely, why don't you?

If Tekēhu was put off at all, he certainly didn't show it. Instead, his strong, steady hands worked the smaller man's shoulders, kneading the knots in his muscles and taking care to avoid the sores. "An understandable complaint, I say. They don't make it easy for us, do they, our heavenly patrons?" His thumb slid slowly over the nape of the priest's neck, and he couldn't help but grin triumphantly at the subsequent groan of pleasure. "Although, some of us do seem to have it a bit easier than others."

"You're telling me," Vatnir chuckled, starting to get his bearings back. "Some of us get tentacles and bioluminescence, some get feathers and hawk's eyes– and I get this." He gesticulated disparagingly at his withered, broken form, fingers trembling and numb.

"Come now,  it's not as bad as all that, is it?" The aumaua leaned down close to murmur in Vatnir's ear, his breath warming the elf's sallow cheek. "Word has it your Father... endowed you quite generously, moreso than most ordinary men, even. And I am not speaking of your horns, this time." He chuckled, his wet hands sliding slowly, salaciously, down Vatnir's arms. "Well... not the ones on your head, anyway."

He felt, for a moment, like he might actually die. This was it, the ultimate taboo broken at last, the unspeakable finally spoken. He was not at all prepared.

"Wh-what– I, y-you–" Vatnir sputtered and gibbered, pulling away from the huge man with a jerk before launching into a coughing fit, his heart hammering against his ribs, stomach tumbling, full of ice and acid. Usually his prolonged bouts of coughing at least gave him time to think up a lie or an excuse, but this time he could just barely focus enough to keep himself from vomiting or passing out, let alone think of something to say to... to that. Eventually when he caught his breath, he blurted the first full sentence he could piece together in his mangled mind: "H-how– who in the Hel told you that??"

"Serafen." The Watershaper's smile broadened, casual as ever as he leaned one elbow over the edge of the bath, propped his chin on his fist. "He entered the wrong changing booth, apparently, and got an eyeful of you with your robes up over your head. 'Biggest cock I've seen on kith or wilder,' I believe he said."

"That's– I can't believe–" The elf whined and clutched at himself, wrapping his arms around his torso and sinking into the water as though to hide from the accusation. He glared in Serafen's direction, his chattering teeth churning the water to foam in front of him, and the little blue bastard actually had the audacity to wink at him.

"A gift from the gods is nothing to be ashamed of, my friend," Tekēhu laughed, pulling him close again with a masterfully crafted undertow. "Unless, of course, one doesn't use the gifts bestowed upon him, for the... benefit of others."

Vatnir glanced up quickly into the aumaua's face, made eye contact for a split second before looking away– but that split second glance, the look on the little man's face, told Tekēhu everything he needed to know.

"You jest," he gasped, shocked. "You must! You mean to say– not even once have you–?"

The horned man flapped his bony hands at the Watershaper, breath hissing between his teeth. "For frost's sake, don't belt it out to the whole bathhouse! It's... it's no one's business but my own!"

He'd never seen Tekēhu look so serious before, so determined. "Apologies, truly," he said, quieter now but no less emphatic, "but this is a matter of great importance. How old are– no. No, I do not wish to know. I must offer it up to Mother Ngati, a lost thing, forgotten." He bowed his head in silent prayer, and Vatnir blinked at him, baffled and vaguely insulted.

"I'm– I'm a hundred-and-nine," he growled, wincing as Tekēhu grimaced in spiritual pain at this new knowledge, "and this is not a matter of importance, not in the slightest. It's simply– it's how things are, how they have been, all my life. Think about it– a priest of Rymrgand, raised from infancy in a clan that venerates him as an avatar of the ending of all things... this weak, sickly, twisted body... Who was I to pursue, eh? Who would willingly couple with me, break every taboo in the Land, risk execution, or worse, a slow, lingering death in the snow after being expelled from the clan and forced to wander the wastes alone? Who would deliberately ruin their life for... for this?" He gestured again at himself, less energetically this time, and hung his horned head low, sullen and defeated.

An uncomfortable silence hung between the two men for a moment, Vatnir cringing and wishing he'd said nothing, Tekēhu deep in contemplation, working through the priest's words in his head. At last, he reached out, slowly, carefully, and pulled the trembling elf close in a warm, intimate embrace. And in spite of it all, in spite of what the others might think or say about the two of them, Vatnir submitted completely, melting in the aumaua's arms while he tried in vain to stop shaking.

"After we have left this place, when we are back on the ship– there is a quiet, hidden place I should like to show you," Tekēhu whispered, sweet and sincere. "Ekera, there are many things I'd like to show you, if you'll allow me to. If you want it." His lips brushed the other man's temple, kissing him just below one of his horns, and Vatnir shuddered obscenely, longing for more. A thick finger slipped beneath his chin and tilted his head upwards, and he looked into the Watershaper's wet, black eyes.

"You'll find me? Below decks, later tonight?" The soft murmur reverberated in Tekēhu's chest as he spoke, and Vatnir felt it in his bones, in his loins. He let out a shaky sigh, lightly touched the scaly blue hand gripping his shoulder.

"Tonight, ja," he breathed, face hot beneath his mask. "Yes, I'll... I'll find you."

—

[umbry-fic]

enchanted love

Summary: Lloyd and Colette, with the assistance of Noishe, come across a serene little pond tucked away in the forest. With the unbearable hot weather, it makes for the perfect spot to rest and cool down.

But Noishe considers it the perfect spot for a prank...

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters: Lloyd Irving, Colette Brunel, Noishe Relationships: Colette Brunel/Lloyd Irving Rating: G Word Count: 2309 Mirror Link: AO3 Original Post Date: 17/02/2021

Notes: Written as a gift for @likes-words-and-shrimp in return for this wonderful fic about Colette and Lloyd baking pastries!

First fic in a series known as "Noishe the Wingdog" where Noishe does his best to get Colette and Lloyd together.

Next fic in the series

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"Lloyd! Over here! Noishe found something amazing!" Colette called out, head peeking out from behind the trunk of the tree that Noishe had just disappeared behind. Noishe, much to Lloyd's bewilderment, had spent the last few minutes with his nose to the ground, emitting the occasional forlorn bark. Colette had suggested that maybe Noishe had caught the scent of something, but what? There was nothing around here but miles and miles of boring trees and shrubbery. They were in the middle of a forest, after all. What else did he expect?

Lloyd certainly hadn't expected Noishe to suddenly take off, tongue lolling out of his mouth and barking like mad, as he had just seconds ago. Colette had gone after him, leading to the current situation - Lloyd panting as he ran over to join her.

"He better have," Lloyd grumbled, shielding his eyes from the single piercing ray of sunshine that had gotten through the thick overgrowth. According to Lloyd's best estimate, it was noon, and even if he couldn't see the sun through the dense leaves and branches above him, the humid air weighing against his skin and the thick layer of sweat was enough to let him know that it was, well, hot. Lloyd could even see the individual beads of sweat starting to gather on Colette's forehead, causing strands of hair to start sticking to the sides of her face. Even pulling her hair up into a makeshift ponytail had done little against the oppressive heat.

If Noishe had made him run all this way for nothing, he was going to strangle the damn dog.

On second thought, maybe he wouldn't. That sounded like more energy than he could expend right now. Lying on the dirt seemed far more appealing.

"Look!" Colette grabbed his hand, tugging him along to see what she and Noishe had found. Pushing through a few annoying ferns, Lloyd emerged into a clearing - and gasped at the sight before him. It was a pond, about the size of a small house, fed by a happily bubbling brook. The water reflected the colour of the leaves above and had a mosaic of light dancing across it, courtesy of the sunlight filtering through said leaves. Lily pads, accompanied by white flowers, floated on the water, next to tiny rocks that had moss growing on them and a variety of other floating plants. And next to the pond, irises bloomed, pale blue in colour. After the constant greens and browns of the forest, it was a breathtaking sight. Who knew such a place existed, tucked away behind the opposingly tall trees and the prickly ferns? It was like a place untouched by time, serene and unbothered.

"It's perfect for cooling down! See, Noishe is already having such a fun time!" Colette proclaimed, pointing at Noishe, who was ecstatically wading through the deeper parts of the pond with only his head visible. Faced with the heavenly prospect of cool water after the sweltering heat, Colette could no longer wait and ran down to the pool's edge, kicking off her shoes and rolling her leggings up before sinking her lower legs into the pond. "Come on, Lloyd!"

Lloyd, eager to join in, did the same, sighing in bliss as the water provided a reprieve. Mirroring Colette, he dipped his hands in the pond and gathered up some water to wash his face, getting rid of the icky sweat clinging to his skin.

The pair lapsed into a comfortable silence, content to kick their legs around in the water and watch the tadpoles swim around them. Such a peaceful time was hard to come across in the bustling villages and towns that they passed through, so it was nice to just take some time to relax and revel in the quiet, broken only by the occasional chirp of a bird or croak of a frog... And a break was much-needed after trekking for hours to reach the next town.

It would be nice to get in the water, but they didn't have a change of clothes on them at the moment. It seemed like that option was off the table...

Colette yawned, leaning against Lloyd's side. Lloyd laughed, wrapping one arm around her side. "Feeling sleepy, are we?"

"It's hot," Colette muttered, snuggling closer. "Can't help it..."

Well, it's not like Lloyd wasn't starting to feel the effects of the heat. That, the cool water against his skin, his existing exhaustion, and Colette's comforting presence were starting to make his eyelids feel heavy...

Splash!

The sudden splattering of water droplets against his face caused Lloyd to splutter and glare at the source - Noishe, who had silently sneaked up on the two and brought one paw down on the pond surface with force, causing an explosion of water.

"What the hell, Noishe?" Lloyd turned to look at Colette, who was now sitting up straight and rubbing her eyes. She certainly didn't seem sleepy anymore. "You disrupted Colette's rest!"

Noishe only grinned at the two of them, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Lloyd, ready to get back at his Protozoan buddy, gathered up a handful of water and threw it as hard as he could, hitting Noishe square on the face.

Colette, who was now fully awake and blinking water out of her eyes, watched in astonishment at the water-fight taking form before her eyes. Both Lloyd and Noishe were giving their all, splashing water everywhere, Lloyd laughing and Noishe barking in excitement. Though with Lloyd sitting on the shore and Noishe submerged in the pond, Noishe had the clear upper hand. He was using his full body weight to splash water everywhere, including a few stray drops that continued to hit her.

As if realising this himself, Noishe leapt onto the shore and paused. Colette stared at him with wide eyes, the split second of stillness seeming to stretch on forever... Until Noishe promptly tackled Lloyd into the water with an enthusiastic bark.

Colette scrambled to her feet in concern, hoping to either pull Lloyd out or join in the fun, either seemed like fine options. But in her hurry, she tripped over a small, previously unseen pebble, lost her balance and, flailing her arms, fell straight onto Lloyd, who had just managed to surface, thus knocking him down for the second time in the span of a few minutes.

Gasping, they both surfaced from the pond, sleeves and hair dripping water. If before the sweat was causing some strands of hair to stick to their faces, then they truly resembled bedraggled rats now, hair wildly plastered to their clothes and skin and rivulets of water running down their faces. Throughout the chaos of their fall and subsequent rise to the surface, Lloyd's arm had remained securely wrapped around Colette's waist, like he was afraid that if he let go, she'd sink right back into the pond.

"You alright?" Lloyd enquired, bringing one warm hand up to her cheek as if feeling for any possible scratches left by her fall. Silly, Colette thought. There weren't any sharp branches or edges of rocks close enough to the shore to have gotten at her skin. Besides, Lloyd had caught her, in more ways than one. But Lloyd had always been the one to worry about her.

"Perfectly fine! There's not a single scratch on me!" Colette replied, hoping to allay his fears. "I'm sorry for falling on you..."

"That's not your fault! It's Noishe's." Lloyd turned and shot a glare at the aforementioned dog, who was making his hasty and sneaky retreat onto dry ground. He turned back, a small smile on his face. "And I'd catch you anytime."

"Thank you. I know you would."

Colette finally noticed that Lloyd's hair, drenched, was falling straight into his eyes. With careful fingers, she brushed them away. But with the water weighing it down, his hair had no choice but to go straight back to its original position. With his hair like this, Lloyd almost looked like...

Lloyd watched in confusion as Colette burst into giggles, covering her hand with her mouth to stifle her laughter. "Colette...?"

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't be laughing, but - but with your hair like this, you almost look like a dog!" Colette managed to get out among the intermittent bouts of laughter, eyes sparkling with mirth.

"A dog...?" Lloyd tried and failed to move his hair out of his eyes, wondering if he should take that as a compliment. Colette loved dogs, so...

"A big, shaggy, loving dog! It's cute," Colette replied, cocking her head to the side and smiling sweetly, a faint blush on her cheeks. In the process, she also knocked all the air out of Lloyd's lungs, just as Noishe's paws shoving against his chest just moments before had. He hadn't quite realised how close they were until now. He could see each fine eyelash, the same golden colour as her hair, and the individual beads of water caught on them, precariously balancing and threatening to fall. The mosaic of light that shimmered on the water also cast squares of light onto her golden hair, making it seem incredibly bright in their dim surroundings.

Lloyd could never forget her beauty, but there were moments where he was reminded, almost painfully, of how truly incredible she was. Sometimes, the fact that he was fortunate enough to spend each day by her side would hit him like a wall, forcing him to come to a stop and just... stare, in awe, that she was still here, before him. Like now.

"Lloyd...?" Colette whispered, blushing harder at the way he was staring at her - like she was the most precious treasure in the whole, wide world. That was always the way he had treated her, like she was worth every ounce of love he could spare and more. And even if she could never comprehend how she could possibly be that for him, the constant reminder that she was loved warmed her heart. She felt like she was always at home, for home was here, with Lloyd.

"Nothing," Lloyd whispered back, deft fingers plucking one of the irises growing on the shore and tucking it gently behind her right ear. The colour of the twilight sky, it complemented her periwinkle blue eyes perfectly. "I'm just glad you're here."

Colette closed her eyes, burying her face in his chest and letting Lloyd's warmth envelop her. Here, in this tiny pond tucked away from the world, there was just the two of them, swaying together in the water.

And that was enough, and it was perfect.

~~~

Idiots.

Noishe slinked closer to Lloyd and Colette, enjoying each other's embrace under one of the trees. They had settled themselves there, having pulled themselves out of the pond after ten whole minutes of slow swaying, which Noishe had watched, wondering if this was what passed as slow dancing.

Colette and Lloyd were now both peacefully slumbering, happy smiles on their faces. Colette's cheek was pillowed on Lloyd's chest, hair fanning across his red clothes. Lloyd's hand was still curled in the golden strands, which he had been gently stroking before falling asleep himself.

His plan to get them in the water had worked out, but...

Their clothes weren't even dry. They were going to catch a cold at this rate... It was the one thing he hadn't considered!

Noishe didn't want the pair he travelled with to get sick because of the little prank he'd played. So, with great care to ensure he didn't disrupt their sleep, he dragged his body over the two to act as a giant, fuzzy blanket. At least he'd managed to shake all the water out of his coat after he'd left the two in the pond and wouldn't be further contributing to the problem.

Keeping absolutely still, Noishe watched their chests rise and fall, letting out a little huff. The peace and quiet was perfect for planning even more schemes...

But it was nice to just... lie here and... relax...

A few moments later, the Protozan's loud snoring begun to echo through the clearing. A lone dragonfly, seeking a perch, landed on Noishe's head.

And there was serenity again.

~~~

"A - achoo!"

Lloyd hurriedly grabbed a bunch of tissues from the box on the nightstand next to his bed, loudly blowing his nose while cursing internally. Crushing the bunch of tissues into a ball, he threw them into the wastebasket in the corner of the room. His eyes and nose had been watering all day. Upon arriving back in Iselia, Dad had taken one look at him and confined him to bed rest, and the day had gone pretty terribly since.

"Here!" A cup of steaming hot coffee was pushed in front of Lloyd, Colette's smiling face hovering above it like an angel from the heavens. "This should help you feel better!"

Mostly terrible. There were some high points.

Lloyd took the cup, grateful for the warmth that spread through his palms to the rest of his body. Leave it up to Colette to take the best care of him when he fell sick and make him feel better.

Taking a sip and letting the bitter taste slide down his throat, Lloyd looked down through the window at the hulking green and white mass staring back up at him. Noishe made some complicated head motions as if trying to beg for forgiveness, but Lloyd only narrowed his eyes, hoping to display the full extent of his displeasure. This was, after all, all Noishe's fault.

Noishe gave out a pitiful whine at the death glare currently being directed his way. The force of it reminded him of a certain someone, and it was enough to strike fear into anyone. Lowering his head and breaking eye contact, Noishe considered that maybe he hadn't planned his scheme out well enough...

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[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

is it normal for a gem on a ‘magic wand’ to start turning a little white...?

at first I wanted to wait until later to ask about this.

tomorrow might of been best to wait.

but I had to know, I’m not even sure if others have it as well.

but it was something that was given to me by someone in my family.

I don’t think it was like that before, but I had started to notice

that it started to become a little white in some places on it.

and it has, I don’t know to describe it...a like tiny frost crystal appear in it.

is that normal...?

it’s still the normal color it was originally, but the white is still there.

but I think it more like a little white, like it’s slightly like the same color as the color of the gem, but still being almost closer to the white color.

plus I’m not sure if it’s my mind playing tricks on me,

but sometimes when I pick it up, when the lights are off,

there seems to be this faint glow, maybe it is the trick of the light.

and I’m looking at it now, and it I think since I got it, I think the gem on it is changing a little. but I’m not sure.

it’s like if you have a dark blue shirt, then all of a sudden some parts of it

turn like a off-white blue color.

I can’t help but be curious, early today, well it’s night now.

something REALLY really upset me, it was something I was watching on Youtube on the Xbox. (I still question about if that version might be better than the one that seems to end up hurting other Youtubers, even if they are one and same, it does appear there are still differences, like I’m not sure if the one that you can get on the Computer, has the setting where you can hide inappropriate content.....which once more, if kids see it, even by accident, it is the parents fault or the legal guardians or whoever is responsible in watching them. so don’t go blaming the content.)

and I don’t want to say what it was, but what someone said really upset me.

I had to skip some parts just to hear them finally talking about what they needed to say.....I didn’t want to wait, and it seem it was going to take so long to get to the point. and anyway what I had found, really upset me.

I’m not gonna say what it is, because I do not wish to.

also being someone who was just a little girl who saw a movie I wasn’t suppose to, even if I might not of remembered it very much when we had lived at the place that had those old rent videos, and I have the DVD version of that movie now.

I know that my mom shouldn’t of let me watched it.

Cool World is a great movie, but it still has themes and language in it that is not suitable for those who are NOT old enough for it yet.

no matter if you were a little kid of any bio-sex or gender identity.

and certain groups and parents will make the content their scapegoat for their ignorance, that the fault does not lay with the content.

it is those who are responsible.

if there was a app that can make it so that any mature content,

either it be a story or movie or art work, can not be seen by a child,

then it would keep everyone happy, those who create such work

wont end up hurt, and the child will be safe and wont see such mature stuff until they are the proper age.

once again, I had caught my little cousin playing my Deadpool game,

and it was only at the start of the game.

it was lucky I went in there in time and was able to stop them.

even if I wasn’t in there, and some of my family were.

they should of had some common sense to stop them.

even I knew better then to leave the Deadpool 1 and 2 Movies out too.

I couldn’t risk them seeing something that they are not ready for.

I might not be as smart as most, but I do know that letting someone who isn’t old enough to see certain Cartoon/Anime or Movie or Read something that isn’t for them.

then those who keep blaming the content need to stop being irresponsible.

a child lock app needs to be made and if you can give your child their own computer, then you can install the app so whenever they browse,

it censors and wont let them see stuff they aren’t suppose to.

it is only when they become of age, like maybe you can undo the child lock.

you can’t just undo the child lock when they are 13 and lower.

that would be irresponsible.

I don’t want anymore children to see stuff they are not ready to see.

even if the movie series Look Who’s Talking,

does have certain “birds and bees” scene, and it doesn’t really fully show...

the other stuff, and just shows the other thing...

but even if it is suppose to be a family movie,

and it is still a great movie. but it might be best that parents do cover their child’s eyes and make sure to only let them see the family friendly parts in the movie.

being exposed too early to stuff, isn’t good.

but if you have, then it gives you the knowledge that it isn’t the content to blame.

but those who are the parents, guardians, aunts, uncles and all those who are suppose to keep a eye on a child and make sure to be responsible, and make sure they don’t watch or repeat stuff on Tv.

I did say the “son of a witch” word, but it wasn’t “witch”

it appears when I first said it, I had been watching something when I was just a baby, like toddler age.

and you know babies will repeat stuff they heard, and I was a little parrot when I was still a baby.

anyway, I think it might of been a bit irresponsible to let me watch whatever it was, I don’t know what it was called, I will have to ask.

and knowing it will have certain language in it.

I was just a baby, so of course I wouldn’t of known better.

but it doesn’t mean the content should take the full blame.

mature content will always have that kind of stuff.

but it might be more important to keep children away from it, until they are the right age for it.

at least shows like Gravity Falls has stuff that goes over kid’s heads,

as well as the original Powerpuff Girls, although some fans didn’t like the reboot. but I only found some problems with it, like I believe that Blossom should only be friends with Jared.

and then there was the twerking, that was a bit much.

I had no problem with Bliss, I mean if they make a reboot of the reboot,

and make the next version look a bit like the original and place Bliss in it, then I wouldn’t mind.

but yeah the original did have a episode that had some stuff in it that went over kids heads. I should be glad that I didn’t get it until now.

but some fans of the original, couldn’t seem to understand that.

but maybe some do now.

but still, there are some stuff that can be for everyone, but there can be some that can have jokes that are very well hidden and it is meant to be that way.

but for stuff that is 100% not for children, like some cartoons, books, video games and anything else.

that is for those who are the right age for it, and the parents shouldn’t place the blame it.

they should on themselves, because it is their responsibility to keep that kind of stuff from a child until they are the proper age to see it.

there is some other stuff that I realized I was too young to be exposed to,

and it has to do with.....well “energies” that I now realized, could of been from some people in my family, as well as the teachers.

I don’t want to say what it is,but I will say that I do know now how to protect myself from energies that are not my own.

but the point still stands, the content was NEVER the problem.

it was those who are suppose to make sure the children do not see the content until they are the proper age to see it, maybe like 15 and up.

it takes not only me, but others who have been exposed that stuff too early,

and never admitted fully before, to open our eyes and hearts to the truth.

that we were never to blame, it was our parents.

even if we still love them, they still let us see things we were not ready for.

even if they kept us from the really super mature stuff, the other stuff that was still mature and gave the suggestion in it.

even I know that Deadpool Movies aren’t for little kids,

and any parent who would let their child watch it without knowing it will have really REALLY super mature stuff in it, then they will be to blame.

not the movie itself.

I still liked both the first and second movies of Deadpool.

and like I said before, I didn’t really feel anything when seeing the part with Vanessa and Wade.

well it didn’t mean I did look, but I did try to look at something else too.

I think it might be because of my flux, I did say that I am a Aceflux type.

like I said before, not all Aces are the same...

and some will be flux and have added parts to their identity.

and it might be seen as silly to some,

but I think I remembered after I got really upset after watching and listening to that person on Youtube on the Xbox.

I couldn’t help but feel I wanted the Heavenly Mother, is it weird to refer to her as “Mommy” in my head, my Mom never liked to be called that, I don’t think I will ever fully understand why.

well I can’t help but view the Almighty Divine Mother as “Earth-Heavenly Mother”

and God/The Almighty Divine Father as “Sky-Heavenly Father”

knowing some toxic-religious people, they might misuse those words on me just like that other toxic-religious person did.

even if I did try to point out how bad they were making me feel,

they kept using those words “may the lord have mercy on you”

I think they used those words by saying “lord” or “god” in it, I know it went something like that.

but still even if I did try to express how bad it made me feel,

my hurt feelings weren’t getting through.

I still believe you can’t just force someone to believe, they need to want to in both their hearts and souls.

even though I did once go to church before, I don’t think it was truly fully reaching me. like maybe only half.

plus I didn’t like it that when we did have to go, I ended up missing some cartoons....plus no matter if you go to church or not, you can still believe.

plus you shouldn’t believe certain lies that you will go to heck if you don’t.

I mean I still think it is possible that place is in the 5th Heaven, plus the realms of heaven and heck, are like in a dimension that possibly overlaps with the physical one we are in.

we can’t really fully understand or know what will be on the other side,

even if some might of seen only a bit of it when having close calls.

even most Earth Angels wouldn’t know, because Earth Angels who are still new to being Earth Angels, will still be new to everything.

even if most Earth Angels have been around for much longer than the newborn ones that most were accidentally born on earth thanks to their Earth Angel Mothers.

there was another video I saw, on Youtube.

that talked about well a balance, and how women and I think maybe those who are in touch with their feminine side, are experiencing.

I can’t remember if they did talk about those with a feminine side having experiencing it, but I think might be so.

I agree there needs to be a balance, I mean Feminine and Masculine

doesn’t always mean the biological type that makes up the human body.

it has to do with what is in all humans, no matter if they are binary or nonbinary.

I know I did read in one of the parts in the book I have, that has gems in it,

that it has this one gem that was suppose to be like a support for well, I can’t remember it all, but I can get it later and maybe try to find the chapter in it.

but I do know that the Earth-Heavenly Mother accepts someone who has a nonbinary identity and I think sexuality as well.

even if some might not believe it, I do.

but it is only my view and it’s okay that not many believe it, it wouldn’t be right to try to force it. and if someone wants to believe it, then it should be of their own free will to do so.

for many generations there has been a imbalance, leaving the Feminine side not in the full balance.

but now in these days, it seems the balance is becoming better.

I don’t think I can ever talk to my family about this kind of thing.

I can’t tell them that I have a bigender identity, which is like under the binary & nonbinary and it’s called Gyno-Agender.

I have been wondering if it might end up changing to Feminine-Nonbinary.

I mean it is possible. but I will still go by she/her.

I have to stay in the closets, like the Aroaceflux, Neo-Christian/Ma-Acolyte and Gyno-Agender Closets respectively.

even if my family love me, they might try to “fix” me to get me to be well not Ace or Neo-Christian/Ma-Acolyte and Gyno-Agender.

even if it might not end up the really bad “fixing” like most people will end up in.

and I did read before that my crying after wanting to tell my Mom that I’m a Ace type, was normal reaction.

lucky I was able to keep it a secret after asking her thoughts about Asexuality.

I only cried when I went to my bedroom.

so I was able to keep it together long enough, which is good.

this was just suppose to be to ask if it’s normal for a gem on that ‘magic wand’

to change like that, if anyone else had experience the same thing, it be nice to know.

it might be possible that that my soul name is really Small-Lilith after all.

I also want to look up just in case, that “Chibi” is different word for Small.

I mean Small is just the English version of it.

and well there are different languages that could have a different word to “small” and I’m just curious. 

and well knowing that my soul name is that, and that my soul hasn’t really been around a very long time like I had thought.

like it turning out I’m just a fragment born soul.

and I rather not say the other fragment I was born from.

so yeah I have both a Soul-Mother and Soul-Father.

but to me, the Mom I have in this life, who brought me into this world.

is my Real Mother.

I wonder if animals act up at times to try to get you to go to bed...?

the other day ago, my cat was biting at me, even though I might of been feeling not all that great. so I had decided to go to bed.

I also had some thoughts that when you have a animal that lives with you,

who is called a “Pet”, wouldn’t the proper name for it be Animal Companion.

just like how most Humans are Human Companions to some Animals.

I just love my sweet little baby, sometimes I pick them up and give them a gentle hug, but not a very hard one, just a light one.

and I know to put them down when they give the signs.

I couldn’t get away with that with my first cat, for obvious reasons.

I’m going to go back to my Xbox.

I want to watch some stuff on Youtube on it,

(once again, the Xbox’s Youtube does seem better, and it does have a setting where you can hide inappropriate content, I’m not sure if the computer version has that, but I could check to see. but if it doesn’t. then I know that the other is better.)

then after that I want to play some video games.

it does appear that my spirit animal, is also my guardian angel animal.

it might be possible to have well the other type of guardian angel,

but also have the spirit animal too.

my spirit animal is a deer.

anyway I’m not really sure if anyone else has the same ‘magic wand’

or notice the changes to the gem on it.

it does seem like it does have a little change, and I just want to know if that change was normal...?

I think tomorrow, I will post one of my other Bendy drawings on here.

but I will need to color it first.

it is based on something that was seen at the very start of the game.

I mean if you been in that one room where it appears the drawing of Bendy is moving every time  you look away, and when you look back he is in a different pose.

I’m not sure if everyone notice that, but maybe some fans of the game have.

I think I want to listen to the songs don’t go breaking my heart and release me,

as well as born without a heart.

and when I say “don’t go breaking my heart” I don’t mean the one that was in the end credits of that Chicken Little Movie.

it’s a different song from that.

well I also want to listen to a the metal version of Addict too.

I might not be into all metal music, but I like some, surprisingly.

anyway if by chance there is anyone who has the Merlin’s Realm Magic Wand,

and you started to notice how it seems to be changing.

it be nice to know I’m not alone in this, and I want to know if that’s normal.

anyway see ya all on June 13th, I’m going to go back to playing on my Xbox One now.

PS:

I’m still not going to try talking to anyone on it for a while,

I mean mic talk. because of my voice. I know it never really matured.

and it might not be as cute as others who go through what I do.

having a voice that never really matured.

but yeah I’m not gonna talk to anyone using the mic for a very long while.

even if I was glad at first I was finally able to, I then regretted it.

[the-awesome-timelady1]

A heist with Markiplier endings

Are you like me? Are you too busy procrastinating to finish your already overdue English essay? Have you been watching a heist with markiplier but are struggling to get those last few endings that no matter how hard you try you just seem to be going round in circles? Well my dear friend you've come to the right place.

⚠️Obviously there are spoilers ahead so read at your own risk...

Anyway without further adieu here are the endings

Ending 1 Clever Girl || guns blazing > car > try to fix it > I dont trust strangers

Ending 2 Monkey see, monkey kill || guns blazing > car > try to fix it > an adventure sounds lovely > dont give the statue

Ending 3 Heavenly adventure || guns blazing > car > try to fix it > an adventure sounds lovely > give statue

Ending 4 Friends 4 unlife || guns blazing > car > walk to base > tell the truth

Ending 5 The cowards way out || guns blazing > car > walk to base > I'm fine > scientist > absolutely not

Ending 6 The end || guns blazing > car > walk to base > I'm fine > scientist > for the greater good

Ending 7 What did you expect? || guns blazing > car > walk to base > I'm fine > soldier > hiding something

Ending 8 The cure || guns blazing > I'm fine > soldier > Ed's hiding something > tuna

Ending 9 Friends of the dead || guns blazing > car > walk to base > I'm fine > soldier > Ed's hiding something > PB&J

Ending 10 Life sentence || guns blazing > rally the prisoners > prison life for me

Ending 11 Dance to the death || guns blazing > helicopter > rally the prisoners > I want to be free > thanks but no thanks

Ending 12 I want to be free || guns blazing > helicopter > rally the prisoners > I want to be free > thanks and also yes please

Ending 13 Shut up! || guns blazing > helicopter > charm the guards > dig dig dig > what's in the box?

Ending 14 Be quiet || guns blazing > helicopter > charm the guards > what's that?> oh hell no > what's in the box?

Ending 15 Time is on our side || guns blazing > helicopter > charm the guards > dig dig dig stick to the plan > open the box

Ending 16 The interview || guns blazing > helicopter > charm the guards > what's that? > oh hell no > stick to the plan > open the box

Ending 17 It was ME the while time || guns blazing > helicopter > charm the guards > dig dig dig > stick to the plan > shoot Bob

Ending 18 It was MY joke || guns blazing > helicopter > charm the guards > what that? > oh hell no > stick to the plan > shoot Wade

Ending 19 The enigma of happy trails penitentiary || guns blazing > helicopter > charm the guards > what's that? > seems safe

Ending 20 I believe I can fly || all sneaky like > light tunnel > wait for rescue > I know everything

Ending 21 In the soulstone || all sneaky like > light tunnel > wait for rescue > I know nothing > golden treasure

Ending 22 A pirates life for me || all sneaky like > light tunnel > wait for rescue > I know nothing > treasured gold

Ending 23 Not again... || all sneaky like > light tunnel > row home > build a sign

Ending 24 Imma firin' mah laser! || all sneaky like > light tunnel > row home > find shelter > enter the cave > you first

Ending 25 Dont judge a book by its human-skin cover || all sneaky like > light tunnel row home > find shelter > enter the cave > me first

Ending 26 FRESH MEAT || all sneaky like > light tunnel > row home > find shelter > RUN AWAY!!

Ending 27 When will you learn? || all sneaky like > dark tunnel > split up

Ending 28 Are you serious? || all sneaky like > dark tunnel > dont split up > split up

Ending 29 One last split up || all sneaky like > dark tunnel > dont split up > dont split up 2 dont split up > split up

Ending 30 Once more, with feeling || all sneaky like > dark tunnel > dont split up > dont split up > dont split up > dont split up

Ending 31 Ignorance is bliss || all sneaky like > dark tunnel > dont split up > don't split up > split up

Because I forgot to put the code after the choice sequences heres the complete code : Lh3EeEeR9z59YWcUB2b7ViHJ8ALQ637

[egosarelife]

Heist Breakdown

So, I dedicated my day to this because as a fan I felt like it was the LEAST I could do given how much effort and love and dedication and creative majesty that Mark and everybody else involved has put into this magnificent project. Click the Read More for my breakdown - First off, let's break down the 31 endings into basic summaries:

1) Ending 1 of 31 - Clever Girl, wherein we die by boulder. Process: Start - Guns Blazin' - Car - Try To Fix - I Don't Trust Strangers.

2) Ending 2 of 31 - Monkey See, Monkey Kill, wherein we are possessed/hypnotised by a cursed monkey artefact causing us to attack the Explorer Mark. Process: Start - Guns Blazin' - Try To Fix - An Adventure Sounds Lovely - Don't Give The Statue.

3) Ending 3 of 31 - A Heavenly Adventure, wherein we travel to monkey heaven an end up with a golden banana and a nice jewel. Process: Start - Guns Blazin' - Car - Try To Fix - An Adventure Sounds Lovely - Give The Statue.

4) Ending 4 of 31 - Friends 4 Unlife, wherein we end up parting from Mark, becoming a zombie, and having a happy undead existence with all our new zombie friends. Process: Start - Guns Blazin - Car - Walk To Base - Tell The Truth.

5) Ending 5 of 31 - The Coward's Way Out, wherein the scientist's (we stan Rosanna Pansino being a badass in this by the way) gun explodes, we become a zombie and kill Mark. Process: Start - Guns Blazin' - Car - Walk To Base - I'm Fine - The Scientist - ABSOLUTELY NOT!!

6) Ending 6 of 31 - The End, wherein the scientist destroys the artefact ruining the timelines and we revert back to before the robbery with Mark with no memory or intention of even doing the robbery. This segment has all the credits and some snippets of behind the scenes/bloopers. Process: Start - Guns Blazin' - Car - Walk To Base - I'm Fine - The Scientist - For The Greater Good.

7) Ending 7 of 31 - What Did You expect?, wherein we reveal to Mark and the soldier that we have been bitten by a zombie, and the soldier shoots us and kills us. Process: Start - Guns Blazin' - Car - Walk To Base - I'm Fine - The Soldier - I'm Hiding Something.

8) Ending 8 of 31 - The Cure, wherein upon eating a 2000 year old tuna sandwich, we our cured of zombification due to the state of the sandwich's mayonnaise and eventually fix the zombie apocalypse and live a good, happy life. Process: Start - Guns Blazin' - Car - Walk To Base - I'm Fine - The Soldier - Ed's Hiding Something - Tuna.

9) Ending 9 of 31 - Friends Of The Dead, wherein upon eating a 2000 year old PB & J sandwich makes us a benign zombie, we exhibit a peaceful trusting aura to both zombies and humans which allows a peaceful community to form for the rest of our existence along with Mark. Process: Start - Guns Blazin' - Car - Walk To Base - I'm Fine - The Soldier - Ed's Hiding Something - PB&J.

10) Ending 10 of 31 - Life Sentence, wherein we elect to spend the rest of our life in prison with our new inmate community, doing anything and everything to stay in prison. Process: Start - Guns Blazin'- Helicopter - Rally Prisoners - Prison Life For Me.

11) Ending 11 of 31 - Dance To The Death, wherein the tattooed inmate Mark literally dances us to death. Process: Start - Guns Blazin'- Helicopter - Rally Prisoners - I Want To Be Free - Thanks But No Thanks

12) Ending 12 of 31 - I Want To Be Free, wherein the tattooed inmate Mark helps us escape from Happy Trails Penitentiary, and we open our stolen artefact to see it contains a skeleton key. Process: Start - Guns Blazin'- Helicopter - Rally Prisoners - I Want To Be Free - Thanks and also Yes Please.

13) Ending 13 of 31 - Shut Up, wherein us and Mark choose NOT to explore our cell for more escape options and chose simply to dig, we retrieve the artefact, open it to reveal a trapped, loud blue fairy who alerts the guards; we end up in an isolated cell but with no other restraints. Process: Start - Guns Blazin' - Helicopter - Charm The Guards - Dig Dig Dig - What's In The Box?

14) Ending 14 of 31 - Be Quiet, wherein after disregarding another possible escape route because we find a skeleton in it, us and Mark dig through our cell, retrieve our artefact, open it to reveal a trapped, loud pink fairy who alerts the guards; we end up in a straightjacket in an isolated cell. Process: Start - Guns Blazin' - Helicopter - Charm The Guards - What's That? - HELL No! - What's In The Box? 

15) Ending 15 of 31 - Time Is On Our Side, wherein us and Mark are facing off Bob who has betrayed us amidst our prison escape, and we open the artefact which ends up taking us back in time before the robbery where we meet Mark in front of the museum and decide to steal anther artefact. Process: Start - Guns Blazin' - Helicopter - Charm The Guards - Dig Dig Dig - Stick To The Plan - Open The Box.

16) Ending 16 of 31 - The Interview, wherein us and Mark are facing off against Wade who has betrayed us amidst our prison escape, and we open the artefact which seemingly starts taking us back in time, showing clips from videos not part of the Heist, before we end up being part of an interview with a very happy, enthusiastic Wilford Warfstache...who Katherine ends up reprimanding him because he almost tries to rid our face of a mosquito by shooting it. Process: Start - Guns Blazin' - Helicopter - Charm The Guards - What's That? Oh HELL No! - Stick To The Plan - Open The Box.

17) Ending 17 of 31 - It Was ME The Whole Time, wherein us and Mark are facing off Bob who has betrayed us amidst our prison escape, and we shoot Bob, who turns out to be Wade, and then the real Bob shoots Mark, and we're also apparently Wade. Process: Start - Guns Blazin' - Helicopter - Charm The Guards - Dig Dig Dig - Stick To The Plan - Shoot Bob.

18) Ending 18 of 31 -It Was MY Joke, wherein us and Mark are facing off Wade who has betrayed us amidst our prison escape, and we shoot Wade, who turns out to be Bob, and then the real Wade shoots Mark, and we're also apparently Bob. Process: Start - Guns Blazin' - Helicopter - Charm The Guards - What's That? - Oh HELL No! - Stick To The Plan - Shoot Wade.

19) Ending 19 of 31 - The Enigma of Happy Trails Penitentiary, wherein us and Mark find a secret exit out of our cell with a skeleton in it; we hear voices that indicate people can sense us coming through but we never see them or what's at the end of the exit. Process: Start - Guns Blazin' - Helicopter - Charm The Guards - What's That? - Seems Safe.

20) Ending 20 of 31 - I Believe I Can Fly, wherein we're picked up by pirates who fire us out of a cannon when we say we know everything about the map that's discovered in the artefact. Process: Start - All Sneaky Like - Light Tunnel - Wait For Rescue - I Know Everything.

21) Ending 21 of 31 - In The Soulstone, wherein a pirate captain sacrifices us to a chasm because he jumped to the conclusion that that's what he needed to do to get his treasure. Process: Start - All Sneaky Like - Light Tunnel - Wait For Rescue - I Know Nothing - Island Of Golden Treasure.

22) Ending 22 of 31 - A Pirate's Life For Me, wherein after finding treasure with the pirate captain we become his first mate and spend a happy life of the seas with him and our new crew community. Process: Start - All Sneaky Like - Light Tunnel - Wait For Rescue - I Know Nothing - Island Of Treasured Gold.

23) Ending 23 of 31 - Not Again..., wherein us and Mark are abducted by aliens and have our memories wiped because they wrongly assume we want to return the artefact which contains all the secrets of the universe, thus keeping humanity ignorant to it all. Process: Start - All Sneaky Like - Light Tunnel - Row Home - Build A Sign.

24) Ending 24 of 31 - IMMA FIRIN' MAH LAZARRR!, wherein we use the artefact to bring down a laser that destroys us, Mark, and feral caveman Matpat. Process: Start - All Sneaky Like - Light Tunnel - Row Home - Find Shelter - Enter The Cave - You First.

25) Ending 25 of 31 - Don't Judge A Book By Its Human Skin Cover, wherein us and Mark live happily with feral caveman Matpat never questioning how or where he gets all the food he manages to provide. Process: Start - All Sneaky Like - Light Tunnel - Row Home - Find Shelter - Enter The Cave - Me First.

26) Ending 26 of 31 - Fresh Meat, wherein us and Mark attempt to run away from feral caveman Matpat, but we end up jumping into the sea and being eaten by a shark. Process: Start - All Sneaky Like - Light Tunnel - Row Home - Find Shelter - RUN AWAY!

27) Ending 27 of 31 - When Will You Learn?, wherein after splitting up at the first opportunity, Mark gets eaten by a crocodile. Process: Start - All Sneaky Like - Dark Tunnel - Split Up.

28) Ending 28 of 31 - Are You Serious?, wherein after splitting up at the second opportunity, both Mark and us get eaten by a giant worm...thing. Process: Start - All Sneaky Like - Dark Tunnel - Don't Split Up - Split Up (At the red and black corridors).

29) Ending 29 of 31 - One Last Split Up, wherein after separating from the handcuffs, Mark falls to his death and causes an explosion to explode us out into a field of flowers with a path; it's serene with the light noise of sirens on the background. Process: Start - Sneaky Like - Dark Tunnel - Don't Split Up - Don't Split Up (At the red and black corridors) - Don't Split Up - Split Up (From the handcuffs).

30) Ending 30 of 31 - Once More, With Feeling, wherein us and Mark use the time travel device in the artefact to avoid death and end up back at the museum, where Mark leaves us and is done with the whole venture. Process: Start - All Sneaky Like - Dark Tunnel - Don't Split Up - Don't Split Up (At the red and black corridors) - Don't Split Up - Don't Split Up (From the handcuffs).

31) Ending 31 of 31 - Ignorance Is Bliss, wherein we encounter Darkiplier in a white suit talking cryptically, potentially about the Actor, as well as alluding to clues that he has hidden throughout the Heist. Process: Start - All Sneaky Like - Dark Tunnel - Don't Split Up - Don't Split Up (At the red and black corridors) - Split Up.

.....whEW THAT WAS A LOT JEEZ MARK DO YOU NOT SLEEP?!?!?!

Anyway, so now with that broken down with can sort of split them up into how any good and bad endings we have. In terms of ''bad'' I count about 18 which result in either our death, Mark's death, Mark leaving, or memory wiping. In terms of ''good'' endings I count about 8 wherein we either become part of a new community, travel back in time or get treasure. There are a few obscure ones though:

Ending 6 of 31 - The End - This is nice outside of the story's perspective since it contains the series' credits, and some BTS and blooper content, but within the story our memories of the Heist scheme are completely gone. It's an ambiguous ending.

Ending 10 of 31 - Life Sentence - We have a new, apparently happy and loving community in the prison, but it's very clear that to keep that life you have to keep committing crime after crime after crime, including murder, so it's rather mixed.

Ending 19 of 31 - The Enigma of Happy Trails Penitentiary - It seems that we're on the verge of escape, but then we literally have no clue what the outcome is, whether it's good or bad, which presents a mystery of its own. 

Ending 25 of 31 - Don't Judge A Book By Its Human Skin Cover - We seem to have a happy life with feral caveman Matpat who provides us with gorgeous food...but where does he get it from? Does he have a human farm in his cavey basement? We may never know.

Ending 31 of 31 - Ignorance Is Bliss - This is one that is clearly out of the linear of the whole thing. Part of me feels that Darkiplier is very much on OUR side, and implying that the Actor is the manipulator of the story we're a part of and that we can't get out of it. Dark seems to want to break in and give us something tangible amidst the storyline of the Heist and so says he's going to seed in messages for us to find - My primary theory on this is that he'd either influenced some of the messages that come at the end of each video, or the little messages in the descriptions of the videos.

HOWEVER

AND HERE'S THE BIG THINGAMAJIG

IF we believe Dark and IF he's alluding to SOMEONE having an enjoyable influence over the way Heist is told....WHO is it? We need to think about whether it's the Actor Asshole Mark we're familiar with that is the manipulator, or is OUR Mark the manipulator? We also need to ask ourselves if our Mark and Actor Mark are two different entities in the fiction, or if Actor suddenly got good at acting and has been pretending to be our nice ''Markiplier' this whole time.

So many questions. When it comes to the video messages themselves though, clearly not al of them are relevant. Here are a few that could be significant though (this is only my personal interpretation, others may be able to read more into the other video messages):

Clever Girl, What Did You Expect?, Time Is On Our Side, It was ME The Whole Time, Not Again..., When Will You Learn, Are You Serious? One More Split Up, Once More, With Feeling and Ignorance Is Bliss.

Clever Girl interests me, because what does it refer to? Does it refer to the boulder? Or are we the viewer, being gendered? Or, is it a homage of respect to Celine in Dark who maybe the Actor realises is intelligent because he knows Dark is infiltrating the Heist? I know that's a long shot, but because that phrase doesn't allude to anything in the video, it very clearly stands out.

With What Did You Expect?, it is a very direct address to the viewer. It may not have much more depth than that but it is a clear indication that there is an outside observer who KNEW the outcome of that part of the story before we did. Only the creator can know that.

Time Is On Our Side is a similarly interesting one because of how it can really bring a link between the timeline issues, fluctuations, and manipulations during the multiple stories in Heist...and the timeline issues across the ENTIRE storyboard that is all these series that Mark has created. ADWM, Markiplier TV, WKM, DAMIEN, now this. That is the order in which they've been presented to us, but the timeline of the stories does not follow that order. We know time is broken, take this story, every individual will have gone through different paths in different orders in different times, a linear timeline doesn't exist here.

What's also intriguing is that time is on someone's side. Who's side? ''Our'' implies a plural, a team, which the Actor is not since as far as we know he's an individual. So maybe the ''Our'' is from Dark to us, saying that we have a common enemy and as long as we keep together and keep perspective and understand the timeline and the LACK of linear time....then it keeps it more in our favour rather than the Actor's.

It was ME The Whole Time is very interesting...because we, the viewer, had a mask on and we were changed into either Bob or Wade in whichever version of the video it was; this title seems more significant. It was ME. Who is me? It's not us the viewer because we've had no control over the creation of the narrative, or is it simply a message saying that there are masks upon masks upon masks on everyone? Is it the Actor? Is it Dark? Is it another? This one is more difficult to interpret.

When it comes to Not Again..., we come back to the timeline of everything. This refers to being abducted by aliens, which we know occurred in ADWM and if Heist is set after, then this makes linear sense and also infers that this is the same Mark from that series coming into this one. However...at ending 6 of 31, The End, before the credits roll...Mark inquires about going on a date with us, which begs the question of whether he's referring to a follow up different date, or whether the timeline is more messed up than we thought.

Now, with When Will You Learn, Are You Serious? One More Split Up and Once More, With Feeling, they are interconnected because they all referencing the series of videos wherein you split up with Mark, of which there are many. Clearly these messages come from someone with an opinion and feeling about our decisions...but the last message particularly brings this all together. It is a phrase that's more like an idiom by this point, because we immediately associate it with actors or acting coaches. Does this mean that the Actor is attempting to coach us as a character of his so that we get his desired story exactly right? That's what it very much looks like, and maybe that's why there are an almost comedic amount of opportunities to split, the Actor was trying to force bad decisions onto us so he could have an excuse to interfere with us an our thinking.

Then there's the big one: Ignorance Is Bliss. This is wholly Dark, and in a way it's him telling us that in fact ignorance is NOT bliss and that we have to be very hyper aware of everything that's going on amidst all of this. Not only does he use a line from one of the video descriptions (from the ''I Know Nothing'' video), but he changes the context of the line. That ''I Know Nothing'' video very much promotes a lack of knowledge as the very best outcome, but Dark contradicts this, and it could be argued that this is Dark directly delivering a counter-attack against the Actor.

Now, titles aside, then there are video descriptions to delve into. I'm not delving into them all or going in gargantuan detail, but I'm going to group a few together and just say what I feel they could be alluding too. Again, these are just more theories and thoughts.

First, description comments that allude to there being an omniscient observer/creator to Heist that ISN'T the viewer or Darkiplier:

Wow...that was WAY sadder than I thought it'd be (Handcuff Split Up vid), I would like to point out for the record that that man is NOT an engineer (Try To Fix video), Aw...but it could have been FUN! Oh wait no...no it couldn't have (Don't Split Up video first occasion), I feel like I've seen this somewhere before... (Split Up video first occasion), Now I'm DEFINATELY sure I've seen this somewhere before!

All of these in some manner allude to there being someone watching who must have been involved in the story creation, because they seemingly are familiar with aspects of the plot before they happen, and even when the first instance of something is happening in the linear story...somehow, they are familiar with it. Also...Mark is referenced as a DIFFERENT person. It's not our Mark whose perspective this is from.

Then, we have some that allude to us the viewer quite personally:

This might be the biggest lapse in judgement I've ever seen from you. And that's saying something! (Dark Tunnel video), Wow...that's uncharacteristically noble of you! (For The Greater Good video), Oh so NOW you decide to be noble! (I'm Hiding Something video), Wow! That's so noble of you! For the record, I would NOT have done the same... (Tell The Truth video).

The speaker is talking like they know us, REALLY know us, and that makes me wonder exactly what or who we are in Heist. Give what happened in WKM, what state are we as the viewer currently in? Do we have a new body? Are we somebody new? Our name is never given so there is that continuation, but the fact that this entity (Actor or Dark, or both) knows us begs the question of our identity at this point in the timeline.

Then, there are some that are just plain suspicious:

Knowledge is power (I Know Everything video), Ignorance is bliss (I Know Nothing video), Never second guess yourself! Even in the face of OVERHWELMING evidence! (Me First video), Hurray! But I can't help feel like we're forgetting something... (Thanks And Also Yes Please video), Never a bad idea to stick to the back up plan (Stick To The Plan video pre-Bob), Always best to have a couple extra back-up plans to the back-up plan (Stick To The Plan video pre-Wade), I'm beginning to think this guy's somewhat of a masochist, eh? (Don't Split up video, at the red and black corridors)

Differentiating Mark from this omniscient narrator, talk or knowledge, ignorance, plans upon plans, second-guessing yourself and evidence...it's all alluding to conspiracy and secrecy which is definitely underlying in this whole story arc, whatever it is. Either way, it's magnificent. The story, feral Matpat, badass Rosanna Pansino, Tyler, Ethan, Amy, Katherine, FRIGGIN @markiplier FRIGGIN EVERYONE WHO WORKED ON THIS it's just...it's so amazing.

Also....we stan Wilford Warfstache's new rainbow suspenders. And that is all, remember that these are just fun ideas inspire by this beautiful project...now I need a nap :D

[doubledeaky]

Mellow

John Deacon x Female!Reader

Request: “Hiya! Could I request something like Man In The Mirror, but no smut? Like, instead of the (totally amazingly written btw) smut, just cuddles and crying and reassurance? Fluff and angsty? You can do it with Joe or who ever you like! Tysm. I love your writing!”

A/N: Hi, everyone! I’m finally feeling like myself again so I thought I’d treat you all to a John fic! The next update of the Brian fic should be out very soon! Hope you all enjoy! As always, feedback is very much requested! Much love! -m:)

Summary: Sometimes a shoulder to cry on is exactly what the doctor ordered. Lucky for you, John is always there to fill that prescription.

Word Count: 1,424 words (short but sweet)

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, crying, angst and major fluff

mellow

adjective | mel•low | ‘melō

1. pleasantly smooth or soft, free from harshness

“Are you sure you’re alright, love?” Freddie spoke worriedly into the south end of his landline, the cord wrapped around his black-painted finger.

“Yes, Fred. I’m fine.” You grinned sadly, your cheek pressed against the body of your own phone. Your voice sounded unsure and skeptical despite your best efforts to assume believability. Fred narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips into a tight line. You could feel his attitude towards the situation through the phone, he didn’t have to say anything.

“Talk to John about it when he gets home.” He said with a particular finality, as if there was no room for further discussion of the topic. You rolled your eyes and shifted your weight to your left hip.

“Freddie- “

“Doctor’s orders.” He said in a singsong manner before hanging up without a formal farewell. You huffed, returning your home phone to its receiver and plopping down onto the couch. You surveyed the events of the last hour and shivered recollecting what had occurred. You’d called Freddie in tears, indulging him of the recent issues you’d been attempting to cope with. The stress of your new job, the constant prying eyes of the press, and the overall pressures of adult life we’re taking their toll. The weight of reality had hit you all at once and it stole the air from your lungs.

***

Freddie answered, never missing the opportunity to waste time chatting over the phone and was confused when met with your ragged breathing and broken sobs. He was close to slamming the phone back onto the receiver until your soft voice sounded from the other end of the line.

“Freddie...”

“Y/N? What’s the matter?” He questioned, suddenly concerned, clutching the material of his shirt with a nervous fervor.

“Everything.” You croaked out, feeling defeated, gripping the material of your blue jeans in an attempt to ground yourself.

“I have time.” He said softly, settling into the cushions of the chair he occupied. You chuckled bitterly, trying to organise your thoughts in a way that made logical sense and spilled your guts. Freddie wondered the entire time why you refused to tell John of your struggles. “That’s what boyfriends are for,” he said in an attempt to compel you to speak to John. Yet, you hesitated to agree every time he brought up the proposition.

***

Now you were sat alone, frustrated because you knew he was right - he always was. You needed to tell John, or it would eat at you until you were reduced to a puddle on the floor once again. You couldn’t decipher the particular fear that accompanied the idea of talking to John about your current state of mind. Maybe it was a fear of judgement. Maybe it was easier, in your mind, to put on a happy face and create a facade to hide the pain you felt. Whatever it was, it had an uneasy sense of panic settling in your stomach and you had to take a deep breath to calm it. You made the difficult decision to tell John, to tell him and ignore any inhibitions that would have stopped you in any previous scenarios. It would be tough, but it was John, your John.

***

You paced the length of your living room, trying to place your rabid thoughts in order. Your fingers were numb and scanning the lengths of your upper arms, their touch leaving a trail of sizzling shocks in their wake. You scoffed, completely embarrassed by your behavior. Why was this so hard?

You bit nervously at the skin of your lower lip, dreading the familiar sound of John’s house key jangling against the wood of the front door. When it did come mere nanoseconds after you’d flopped onto the couch, you were sat bolt upright, wiping away stray tears and falling into your bad habit of putting on a pretty face. You tried to appear nonchalant with a pleasant expression masking your features and a magazine in hand when John walked into the den, arms already open to invite you into his warm embrace. You smiled fondly and stood to slot yourself against him, your arms encircling his narrow waist. He wrapped his strong arms around you, burying his smiling face in the crook of your neck. The sweet exchange made all preoccupations escape your worried mind, but only for a moment. You leaned back to look at him and his expression faltered minutely when he noticed you red, glossy eyes. He ran a calloused thumb over the peak of your cheekbone, his brows furrowing in worry.

“Have you been crying?” He asks, holding you at arms length to examine your rather disheveled appearance. You shook your head, fear taking your gut, but you remained stoic.

“No, love. Just allergies.” Your heart clenched, you’d already broken the promise you’d made to yourself and Freddie. Your eyes seemed to water of their own accord and as you made brief eye contact with John, he seemed unconvinced. He quirked a brow and brought you closer to him, his grey eyes searching for any sign of dishonesty. You trembled in his hold and he frowned, wrapping his arms around your shaking frame. He cocked his head to the side and for an isolated moment, his own eyes glazed over. You broke, crumbling into his embrace. He shook his head “no” and held your head to his chest, rocking the both of your softly. He attempted to soothe you, running a gentle hand over your upper back. John could feel your lungs rattling with each of your choked sobs and his own eyes wet involuntarily.

“Hey...” He whispered, voice fractured with such an overwhelming concern for your feelings it has every muscle in your legs twitching. His hands come up to cradle your jaw, both thumbs caressing your cheekbones, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Your lips are trembling pathetically, and your eyes are red-rimmed, pupils dilated and afraid.

“Talk to me.” He says softly, collecting himself quickly for your sake. Your heart adopts a dull ache and it’s hammering violently in your chest. You sigh unevenly, hands still gripping the material of his shirt. He’s listening intently, hanging on to every micro movement of your face, every sound that falls from your bitten lips.

“I have so much to say but, now I’m drawing a blank. I can’t get it out.” You say, softly, feeling defeated and frankly, exhausted.

“Then just lay with me. Not being able to say what’s on your mind doesn’t mean there isn’t anything there.” He says, poking a finger to your temple jokingly, drawing a breathy giggle from your sore lungs. He seems pleased, satisfied he was able to steal a laugh from you. He leads you to the couch, laying your head to his chest softly. One hand is rubbing gentle circles over your lower back, the other is gripping the hand you have laid across his chest.

“You’ll get there.” He says with a particular fondness, the tone he uses when talking with children or animals and often you. It’s not condescending or patronizing, its soft and sweet. It gives you a sense of safety like no other and reminds you that when your walls crumble, his will surround you and bathe you in an ethereal glow of love. It’s reminiscent of basking in the yellow wash of the afternoon sun or wading in the smooth, cobalt silk of the ocean. It’s free of impurity, completely incorrupt. It’s heavenly and you could dwell within it forever.

Your eyes are fluttering shut with a fawn-like grace, your delicate eyelashes tickling the skin of John’s chest. He grins, goofy and love struck, in complete and utter bliss. He can’t believe you’re his.

“I love you.” He says into the crown of your head, content in his current state of being whether or not you return the sentiment. But you do; muttering the words softly with your last bit of energy before falling into a deep state of sleep. His arms feel weak as they continue to encircle you in a warm embrace. He’s absolutely beaming, completely over the moon and maybe even the sun. A fuzzy sense of gratitude floods his chest and he feels lucky, completely satisfied in the position he occupies and soon he’s following you into a similar state of sleep. The old plaid couch becomes a bed for the pair of you that night but that’s okay, as long you’re both sharing it with only one another.

[evan-atthebeach]

beach vibes.

Who: @evan-atthebeach & @doveportceleste

Where: Doveport Pier

What: Evan meets Celeste at the pier to share a joint, shenanigans ensue.

Notes: nsfw-ish, making out, weed.

Evan

Evan wasn't really expecting a text from the blonde that night and he really didn't expect an invitation to smoke but Evan was putting himself out there so he accepted, plus he was a bit concerned about the girl being out alone so late and at the beach. Evan slipped on a hoodie over his T-shirt and basketball shorts and made his way down to the beach. He lived only a few blocks down from the pier so he thought a quick jog couldn't hurt. Once he was there he looked around for the girl. "Celeste?' He called out squinting in the darkness.

Celeste

Now that summer was truly on its way, the beach was one of her favorite places to be stoned. Her normally thin filter for her thoughts didn’t exist when she was high, so she texted out her thoughts to a random contact. It turns out she’d picked right since Evan was agreeing to come get stoned and hang out with her. She heard her name, whipping her head around fast to find it (or at least it felt that way) “Ev-man! Over here!” She called

Evan

Evan heard the female voice to his left and turn to meet eyes with her. He flashed her a smile and jogged his way over. He had a backpack with him with a couple towels inside, in case she was actually serious about swimming. "Hey there, airhead." He teased her and ruffled at her hair with a chuckle.

Celeste

Celeste attempted to duck her head from the hair ruffling, smiling indulgently. It was one of the things that happened a lot because she was sort of short. “Hi!” She beamed, excited to have a friend near. “ You’re leaf-ing with me!” She said holding up three blunts. She had no intention of smoking more herself, the way her body buzzed with high already, but she was happy to share as many as Evan wanted with him.

Evan

Evan grinned at the rolled-up blunts, he wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulder and took one of them from her hands, admiring the wrap job. "It looks like you've hand plenty, huh?" He chuckled looking down at her. "Got a lighter?" He asked, knowing she did, but it was only polite to ask. He really didn't do this often and he hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself but the girl was high and he didn't really feel judgment from her. 

Celeste

Celeste didn’t feel the need to answer, grinning wildly in response and humming in agreement. She dug through her jean-short pockets, retrieving a light yellow lighter. “Yep! Here you go Ev-man.” She said, handing over the lighter. She was excited to see him get high with her. “Light her up!” She demanded softly.

Evan

Evan took the lighter from the shorter blonde, nervously bringing it up to the blunt that was attached to his lips. He had to play it cool, he was at the beach with a pretty girl and she was offering him weed. How could it possibly get better? He lit up the blunt and inhaled as it lit up. It wasn’t bad he thought and he inhaled a lot more, letting it sit in his throat before smoothly blowing it out. And it was fine, it was totally fine... until it wasn’t and suddenly he’s having a coughing fit, letting go of the girl as he coughs away from her.

Celeste

Evan seemed to be handling it fine. Celeste was patient, staring up and the stars and getting lost in them again. He seemed cool, and his sandy blonde hair was just asking to be ruffled. It was certainly a lot more different than she thought it would go. She was brought back from her thoughts with the rough hacking beside her. “Oh dude!” She laughed, digging in the pocket of her hoodie and bringing out a small bottle of Gatorade. “Here. Drink something.” She says, forcing the bottle into his hands. “That was kind of weak Ev-man!”

Evan

Evan couldn’t help but laugh as he coughed, especially with the girl laughing next to him. As soon as he was able he took the Gatorade from her hand and drank some down. With a few final coughs and chuckles he looked at her and grinned. “Hey, it’s not my fault my body rejects it.” He bit his lip and took another much smaller drag of the blunt. He could already feel his body starting to tingle with a soft numbness. Another small cough left his lips, along with a few laughs as he looked at the girl. “I think it’s hitting me.” He grinned.

Celeste

Celeste shrugged animatedly, teasing him. “I think you just thought you were tough and inhaled too much” she threw back. It was kind of adorable how he felt the need to impress her or thought he was tough enough. Clearly he wasn’t, but she wasn’t going to fault him for that at all. “Do you feel it? Does this mean we can go swim now?” She asked excitedly. The water had been shimmering with moonlight for the hour or so she’d been there and it was incredibly tempting to just wade in.

Evan

“What? You don’t think I’m a tough guy?” He teased, amusement behind every word. He grinned as he put the blunt out on the sand, handing her the other not smoked half. “Yeah, we can go swimming.” He shrugged off his backpack and his hoodie, along with his shirt. He figured the basketball shorts would just dry off later.

Celeste

“Not when you’re smoking a joint” she said pointedly, squeezing his bicep for effect. Her tone made it clear that she was joking. She tucked the joint back into her pocket, taking a moment to admire the boy shucking his shirt. Shit, he’s hot. She unconsciously stuck a hand on his torso, stopping him for a moment. “No. No way. Lose the shorts Ev-man. We’re going skinny dipping” she teases, shrugging down her own shorts and undressing.

Evan

Evan licked at his lips with a smirk. He drank the rest of the Gatorade in the bottle to help his dry mouth and watched the hand on his chest as he was set to a halt... I mean he really had nothing to be ashamed of, he was extremely fit and well .... gifted. But he had never been skinny dipping, at least not in public. An anxious thought crossed his mind for a moment but it quickly dissipated as he watched the girl undress. Fuck it. Evan pulled down his shorts and boxers and added them to the pile of clothing and then began to approach the water.

Celeste

Celeste took a few moments to take in the others form- he really was mega hot. A thought struck her, grinning impishly before she took off towards the water at a run, wading into it until she was neck-deep. “Cmon slowpoke!” She teased, waiting for Evan to catch up to her. She often was surprised at the way she ended up in situations, from deciding to go for a walk to high and skinny dipping with a hot blonde, but it wasn’t so bad. She might even kiss him if he asked nicely. She was really just seeing where the night would take her, she was already surrendered to her own destiny.

Evan

Evan was in his own world for a moment. He swore he could hear his blood pumping in his body, maybe it was just the waves crashing on the sand but his thoughts halted when the girl ran past him. He smiles as he jogged to catch up, the water hitting his body, cold at first but his body quickly adjusting. He was having fun, he honestly could remember when the last time he had this much fun. He reached the girl soon, standing at least a foot taller than her in the water. His arms reaching out to touch her arms as to not drift apart. The water around felt light and smooth, it was heavenly.

Celeste

It was one of those moments out of a movie. Celeste could feel it all over, filling her with contentment and that she was right where she should be. It felt special. The water was the right mix of cool from the heat of the air, and she was struggling to not get lost within her own high. It all felt right. She felt his touch, grounding her back into the moment. She wades closer to him, getting probably a little close and squinting up in the dark at him. “This is fun, right?”

Evan

Evan shuts his eyes for just a moment, letting the motion of the waves flow through his body. He feels the girl get closer and their bodies are almost flush together, his arms wrapping around her neck as he continues to mellow out. Everything is so blissful. His eyes open and he looks down at her, the shine of the moon reflecting on her cheeks and nose, “Yeah, this is fantastic.” He whispers.

Celeste

Celeste enjoys the way the heavy weight of his arms settles around her neck, and she leans back into it for a moment. She really was vibing with him. It was nice, feeling comfortable with someone she didn’t really know. She looks up into his aqua eyes as they open, almost missing the soft whisper he says. Her brain clicks onto another thought train and she cranes up, bringing her lips softly to his for a moment.

Evan

Evan swears he can see her thinking as they just stare at each other. It isn’t in any way awkward, it feel like they were just meant to be here in the same moment in time, it just made sense. Before he knows it, her lips are on his and Evan is adjusting his arms so he can wrap them around her waist and pull her closer up to his lips. He can taste the saltiness of the water in between kisses and he didn’t think things could be this easy. But this, this was easy.

[monster-author-vd]

Hey! Could I please request a story about a trans man (who still has all original parts) who is captured by a tentacle monster and kept as a breeding cow?

Of coarse! Thanks for sending my first official request as well. Apologies for typos as I wrote this in my cellphone. I also combined this with another plot bunny I had wanted to write. I hope this is at least close to what you were looking for :)I also can't tag this in mobile, so, apologies there. ----He needed a vacation so badly. He'd been working his ass off at work and in college classes for so long that he'd been surprised when it was suddenly summer when he looked outside his window. Thankfully, that meant it was summer vacation, his job at the college was done along with your studies, and it was time to put that hard earned extra money to good use. So, it was no surprise that when the isolated lakeside cabin, that he'd managed to rent for an entire month for an absolute steal, you let out a sigh. This was going to be heavenly. He had a good feeling about this trip.His first order bussniuss was to strip out of his cloths, and currently-very-uncomfortable binder, and go for a refreshing swim. It was late afternoon already, but the heat was still unrelenting. He grabbed a towel and tossed it on the beach, not worried about anyone sneaking up on him.As he waded into the water he sighed. Perfect. Diving underwater he explored the lake bottom. Little fish were swimming about, rocks and sand, seaweed everywhere. He surfaced and dove again he saw the strangest peice of seaweed. It was long and deep green, but it appeared to be smooth to the touch and cilindrical. Then he thought he saw something more substantial then a fish move through the water. He surfaced, catching your breath before going under again. The strange peice of seaweed appeared to be gone. How strange.He shrugged it off and continued to enjoy himself. He moved to lay on his towel and relax under the sunset. However, a few minutes later, something wrapped around his leg. He sat up with a start, seeing a thick green tentecle, like the strange seaweed he had seen under the water, wrapping higher and higher around his leg. It took him a moment to process, the second one wrapping around his other ankle and beginning its way up his leg snapping him out of his stupor.He screamed and tried to kick the Tentecles off of himself. This did nothing to stop their journey up his legs to his exposed sex. He tried to pull them away, but no sooner had he tried then had two new Tentecles come and tied his hands above his head, effect effectively pinning him in place.He screamed again, but knew no one would hear him, there was no one around for over 100 miles in any direction. The owner of these Tentecles seemed to know this as well, as it did nothing to try and stop its noisy catch. More Tentecles came out of the lake, four more coming to massage and tease his body and breasts. Two of them taking great interest in playing with his nipples. He began to found himself inexplicably aroused. He gasped as one of the Tentecles from his legs plunged into his sex, pulsing as it pushed deeper and deeper with shallow thrusts, slowly making you accept its entire mass. He screamed from terror mixed with inexplicable pleasure. The tentecle currently steadily implaing him was at least as thick as his forearm. He didn't know if it was going to fit! He whimpered as it continued deeper, reaching his cervix and practically ignoring it, the thin and dexerious tip of the tentecle easily peircings through and allowing it to continue. What should have been pain instead caused blinding pleasure to shoot through him as the tentecle continued it's path through his body. It had to be the ooze that was coming from this creatures body, the logical part of his mind reasoned. He arches up, whimpering and shaking as another, smaller, tentecle started playing with his clit, flicking and stroking it in ways that made him see stars. When the tentecle bottomed out in your womb it began to pump back and fourth, fucking you unceremoniously as you screamed your pleasure to the wilds. You were on the edge of coming but couldn't, your vision spotting and starry as you cried, begging the monster currently using you as a cock sleeve for release. Finally, after what seemed like forever, one shoved down his open mouth and every single tentecle around him and touching him came, covering him in sticky blue-green cum. He would have choked from the tentecle down his throat, however, the sensation of the tentecle on his vagina bulging and putting gallons and gallons of cold sticky cum into his needy and fertile womb had him cumming so hard that his world went white, hearing cutting out as the only sensation he could process was pure pleasure. The tentecle in his throat pumped enough cum into his stomach to make it bulge out, before removing itself from his throat as quickly and unceremoniously as before. His eyes were glazed over as he finally came back to himself, seeing his stomach, now making him see at least 6 months preagnat. The Tentecles were still massaging their cum all over his body as he felt the one in his still-spasuming cunt pull out, and be almost instantly replaced by another. This one was thicker, at least twice the size of the other, mostly see through, and bulbous at the end. It shoved into him effortlessly, dispite the new size and stretch that should have broke him, he found himself moaning and shaking as his pleasure spiked again. The new tentecle bottomed out in his cum swollen room before he saw large white bulbs traveling down its length and towards him. He barly had time to process what they were before the first one was pushed into his needy hole. He bit his lip and whimpered. When he felt it pop into his cum filled womb, he lost it, crying out his pleasure once more. Yes. This felt right. He was a breeder. This was his true purpose. He didn't know how he hadn't seen this before. But as the eggs continued to fill his womb, expanding him more and more, he knew that this was where he belonged. He moved back aginst the ovipositor burried deep inside him, begging it for more. By the time it finished he looked overdue with twins. However the stretch was anything but painful. In fact, it was euphoric, the feeling of the eggs rubbing aginst his newly elasticized skin sent shivers of Pleasure through his entire body. After too short a time, in his opinion, he began to feel Popping in his swollen womb, and he got excited, his swollen breasts beginning to leak milk, which appeared to excite the Tentecles that had never stopped massaging them. They continued to massage them, encouraging them to leak and create more and more of the strange blue milk. He groaned as the ovipositor was quickly removed and something began to follow after, it felt like tons of smaller Tentecles all moving at once, fighting to make their way out of your body, fucking you backwards along the way. You bucked your hips into the air and gasped, drooling from the overhwmling pleasure as miniature tentecle monsters began to crawl out of your womb. You could see their Tentecles disfiguring your skin from within your womb as they all clambered for the exit. As they crawled out he came, and then you came again, it seemed like he couldn't stop cumming as his clutch was born. He barly even noticed as the newborns crawled up to his chest, filling themselves on his milk before dissapesring into the lake. As the last ones fell out he felt a feeling of true fightness and bliss flow through him. This was his calling. To be bread by his master and birth his children for the rest of his life. Something in the back of his mind seemed to praise him, making him feel perfect and good and still so turned on. As he was pulled back into the lake he didn't worry, knowing his master would keep him safe. He was a breeding cow for the tentecle monster now, after all. As he was stuck to the wall of an underwater cave with an air pocket, and the green tentecle was shoved into him again, he cried pit in pure glee, and still wanted more. He needed to give his master more. The monster seemed to hear its cows request and another green tentecle soon joined its mate, both of them fucking the human at different times, so there was always one fucking him as deeply as possible at all times. When they both came inside him, expanding him to new extremes with cum alone, he knew this was heaven. The ovipositor shoved in after the Tentecles and began to fill him once more. This time filling him more and more, as he begged his master for more eggs. As his stomach grew and grew, each egg making him realize his new purpose more he came just from the thoughts of pleasing his master. The ovipositor left and he felt the eggs start to crack as the cum activated them. He screamed "YES!" crying in joy. He would be the best breeding cow ever. -vd

[pagansheep]

Markiplier Ego Master Post

Welcome to the master ego post where I’ve tracked mostly all the appearances of Markiplier’s egos!

King Of The Squirrels

King Of The Squirrels, King Of The Squirrels Returns, Markiplier TV

Googleplier

Google in REAL LIFE Ft. Markiplier 1 2, 360 Video, Markiplier TV, Google Gets An Upgrade Ft Bingiplier

Silver Shepherd

Super Infidelity, Markiplier TV

Dr. Edward Iplier

Worst News Doctor, Markiplier TV, SANTA SPILLS THE TEA

The Host

Danger in Fiction [feat. Markiplier] 1 2, Markiplier TV

Ed Edgar

Ed Edgar Adoptallott's Baby Bulk Buy, Markiplier TV

Bim Trimmer

Hire My A** [feat. Markiplier, Danny Sexbang & Matthias], Markiplier TV

Jim

Markiplier TV, CORPSE ABDUCTION?, SUSPECT WITH A SHOOTY?!, DEMONS JIM, DEMONS!!, DUMMY JIM REENACTS GRISLY SCENE!

Yaniplier

MAKING LOVE FOR SENPAI | Yandere Simulator #12

Chef Iplier

Now We’re Cooking

Wilford Warfstache (William Jackson Barnum)

The Fall of Slender Man, The Warfstache Affair, Warfstache Plays: Slender, The Ned Affair [feat. MARKIPLIER], Five Nights at Freddy's: The Interview, Warfstache Interviews Markiplier, Markiplier TV, Wilford 'MOTHERLOVING' Warfstache,  A Heist With Markiplier

Darkiplier

Don’t Blink, Don’t Move, Mr.Kitty Saves The World, Raspy Hill, Are Jumpscares Scary?, Relax, Don’t Play This Game, Markiplier TV, The Voice of Darkiplier, Darkiplier Vs Antisepticeye, Don’t Remember, go back to sleep...,  3 SCARY GAMES #20, DAMIEN,  A Heist With Markiplier

Eric Derekson

SANTA SPILLS THE TEA

Derek Derekson

SANTA SPILLS THE TEA

Randal Vorehees

SANTA SPILLS THE TEA

Sanataplier

SANTA SPILLS THE TEA

Yancy

A Heist With Markiplier

Illinois

A Heist With Markiplier

Captain Magnum

A Heist With Markiplier

Harold B. Darrensworth

A Date With Markiplier

Dark’s Route: Beginning, PAY, Horror, Freedom!, Left

Wilford’s Route: Beginning, Don’t Pay, Don’t Attack, Pick Lock, Stay Together, More?

Markiplier TV

Who Killed Markiplier 1, 2, 3, 4

Unknown:

Big MOOD?, THE ANIMATRONIC IN THE SHADOWS | POPGOES - Part 6 (ENDING), 3 SCARY GAMES #9, Can You BLOW UP a BLACK HOLE, WHAT HAVE I CREATED...?

Description Evidence:

A TOTALLY NORMAL GAME... NOTHING SUSPICIOUS AT ALL... | Doki Doki Literature Club - Part 1, SO MANY BEAUTIFUL WOMEN | Doki Doki Literature Club - Part 2, EVERYTHING IS SO... NORMAL | Doki Doki Literature Club - Part 3, THE PERFECT DATE w/ ThE ̸̗͍̮̼͙P̏͂̈́ͦ͂̂E͆̈́ͧͮͣ̍̄Ŕ̓͋F̿̒ͦĒͫ̑ͧCT̓ ͏̪̜̗͔̻��giRL | Doki Doki - Part 4, WARNING... THINGS GO VERY VERY WRONG... | Doki Doki Literature Club - Part 5, BE WITH ME FOREVER | Doki Doki Literature Club - Part 6 (ENDING)

Aheistwithmarkiplier.com 

password:Lh3EeEeR9z59YWcUB2b7ViHJ8ALQ637

Routes

Ending one: Gun Blazing, Car, Try To Fix, I Don’t Trust Strangers (Clever Girl)

Ending two:  Gun Blazing, Car, Try To Fix, An Adventure Sounds Lovely, Don’t Give The Statue (Monkey See, Monkey Kill)

Ending three:  Gun Blazing, Car, Try To Fix, An Adventure Sounds Lovely, Give The Statue (A Heavenly Adventure)

Ending four: Gun Blazing, Car, Try To Fix, Walk To Base, Tell The Truth (Friends 4 Unlife)

Ending five: Gun Blazing, Car, Try To Fix, Walk To Base, I’m Fine!, The Scientist, ABSOLUTELY NOT (The Coward’s Way Out)

Ending six: Gun Blazing, Car, Try To Fix, Walk To Base, I’m Fine!, The Scientist, For The Greater Good (The End)

Ending seven: Gun Blazing, Car, Try To Fix, Walk To Base, I’m Fine! The Soldier, I’m Hiding Something (What Did You Expect?)

Ending eight: Gun Blazing, Car, Try To Fix, Walk To Base, I’m Fine! The Soldier, Ed’s Hiding Something, Tuna (The Cure)

Ending: nine: Gun Blazing, Car, Try To Fix, Walk To Base, I’m Fine! The Soldier, Ed’s Hiding Something, PB&J (Friends Of The Dead)

Ending ten: Gun Blazing, Helicopter, Rally The Prisoners, Prison Life For Me (Life Sentences)

Ending eleven: Gun Blazing, Helicopter, Rally The Prisoners, I Want To Be Free, Thanks But No Thanks (Dance To The Death)

Ending twelve: Gun Blazing, Helicopter, Rally The Prisoners, I Want To Be Free, Thanks But Also Yes Please (I Want To Be Free)

Ending thirteen:  Gun Blazing, Helicopter, Charm The Guards, Dig Dig Dig, What’s In The Box?  (Shut Up!)

Ending fourteen: Gun Blazing, Helicopter, Charm The Guards, What’s That?, Oh Hell No!, What’s In The Box? (Be Quiet!)

Ending fifteen:  Gun Blazing, Helicopter, Charm The Guards, Dig Dig Dig, Stick To The Plan, Open The Box (Time On Our Side)

Ending sixteen: Gun Blazing, Helicopter, Charm The Guards, What’s That?, Oh Hell No!, Stick To The Plan, Open The Box (The Interview: Special)

Ending seventeen:  Gun Blazing, Helicopter, Charm The Guards, Dig Dig Dig, Stick To The Plan, Shoot Bob (It Was ME The Whole Time)

Ending Eighteen:  Gun Blazing, Helicopter, Charm The Guards, What’s That?, Oh Hell No!, Stick To The Plan, Shoot Wade (It Was MY Joke)

Ending nineteen: Gun Blazing, Helicopter, Charm The Guards, What’s That?, This Seems Safe (The Enigma Of Happy Trails Penitentiary)

Ending twenty:  All Sneaky Like, Light Tunnel, Wait For Rescue, I Know Everything (I believe I can Fly)

Ending twenty-one:  All Sneaky Like, Light Tunnel, Wait For Rescue, I Know Nothing, Golden Treasure (In The SoulStone)

Ending twenty-two: All Sneaky Like, Light Tunnel, Wait For Rescue, I Know Nothing, Treasured Gold (A Pirate’s Life For Me)

Ending twenty-three:  All Sneaky Like, Light Tunnel, Row Home, Build A Sign (Not Again…)

Ending twenty-four: All Sneaky Like, Light Tunnel, Row Home, Find Shelter, Enter The Cave, You First (Imma Firin’ Mah Lazarrr!)

Ending twenty-five:  All Sneaky Like, Light Tunnel, Row Home, Find Shelter, Enter The Cave, Me First (Don’t Judge A Book By Its Human-Skin Cover)

Ending twenty-six:  All Sneaky Like, Light Tunnel, Row Home, Find Shelter, Run Away (Fresh Meat)

Ending twenty-seven: All Sneaky Like, Dark Tunnel, Split Up (When Will You Learn?)

Ending twenty-eight:  All Sneaky Like, Dark Tunnel, Don’t Split Up, Split Up (Are You Serious?)

Ending twenty-nine: All Sneaky Like, Dark Tunnel, Don’t Split Up, Don’t Split Up, Don’t Split Up, Split Up (One Last Split Up)

Ending thirty:  All Sneaky Like, Dark Tunnel, Don’t Split Up, Don’t Split Up, Don’t Split Up, Don’t Split Up (One More, With Feeling)

Ending thirty-one: All Sneaky Like, Dark Tunnel, Don’t Split Up, Don’t Split Up,  Split Up (Ignorance Is Bliss: Dark)

WHAT HAVE I CREATED…?: 19:04-19:34

Markiplier: (From ADWM until current time)

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uh oh… February 8th, 2017

The perfect backdrop for a successful businessman such as myself! February 9th, 2017

… February 12th, 2017

Getting closer… February 13th, 2017

What a rush this past week has been! Thank you all so much for the love you have shown in response! February 14th, 2017

Darkiplier Rises April 7th, 2017

Welcome back… May 5th, 2017

praise the SUH ☀️May 20th, 2017

when u don't trust dat fingy July 28th, 2017

5 October 5th, 2017

4 October 6th, 2017

3 October 7th, 2017

2 October 8th, 2017

1 October 9th, 2017

You’re Invited! October 10th, 2017

Just a friendly game of poker! I can’t overstate how grateful I am to be able to bring this project to life with my friends! And I’m even more excited at the incredible response you guys showed us with your endless theories and endless JIMs! Seriously, thank you all so much! October 13th, 2017

Look at this dapper bastard! What a fun character, almost made ripping that mustache on and off to swap for the mayor worth it! October 14th, 2017

Headed to the Infinity War premiere! April 23rd, 2018

You Better Run… July 31st, 2018

It just doesn’t add up… August 1st, 2018

Won’t be played for a fool… not again… August 1st, 2018

You’re going to pay for what you did… August 2nd, 2018

baCk oFf FiNgY i gOt A BaNG bANg sHOOty KaBoOmY August 4th, 2018

I am posting the video about Wilford MOTHERLOVING Warfstache tomorrow, which is FRIENDSHIP DAY, at 12pm PST. The video will be about FRIENDSHIP and NOTHING ELSE. August 5th, 2018 #Why would I lie?

WILFORD WARFSTACHE RETURNS. TOMORROW. FRIENDSHIP DAY. 12pm PST. PREPARE THY BUTTS. August 5th, 2018

Happy FRIENDSHIP DAY everyone! Let's raise our glasses to old friends and celebrate in style! Special video coming out at 12pm PST! August 5th, 2018

IT’S ALMOST TIME FOR FRIENDSHIP DAY!! Just about 30 minutes til the 🎊 party 🎊 Did you remember your dancing shoes? August 5th, 2018

Haha what a fun mask! August 15th, 2018

My only objective this month is to make you cry October 2nd, 2018

with wholesome heartwarming content October 2nd, 2018

My secondary objective is to destroy mankind October 2nd, 2018

Nice mask! October 29th, 2018 

I see and I want him to be okay December 1st, 2018

Dr. Iplier December 1st, 2018

**SPOILERS AHEAD** October 30th, 2019

Thank you, Amy. You were my rock through this whole project… October 30th, 2019

And of course, no production goes ANYWHERE without an amazing crew backing it up every step of the way! October 30th, 2019

Shoutout to the REAL star October 30th, 2019

Sup October 31st, 2019

Hey beautiful October 31st, 2019

[deans-baby-momma]

Rescue Me-Part 5

My alarm wakes me up on Monday and I begrudgingly reach over, hitting the off button without even opening my eyes. This weekend had been busy, the ‘Clash of the Century’ a boxing match between the current champion and his contender whom I didn’t know the names of, had taken place on Saturday night and of course, being a sports bar the Bunker had been deemed the place to be to watch the highly advertised event. The Bunker had four flat screen, high definition television monitors secured throughout the main layout and one above the bar so it was convenient for the patrons to enjoy the show.

I groan as I roll out of bed. The Bunker had been so full and lively that both Dean and I, along with Sam, had pitched in and helped the employees on shift. Dean, being a recovering alcoholic, had been practically banned from working behind the bar so he mostly just socialized with the customers and alerted the waitresses when someone needed something. Sam was behind the bar, helping Evan and Jimmy serve while I was in the kitchen with Greg and Shawn preparing orders as they came in. Between the heat from the grill and the probably over capacity crowd, working the kitchen had been a sweltering affair, pun intended.

Walking into the bathroom I turn the faucet on in the shower and undress while it heats up. The scalding temperature of the water feels heavenly on my sore muscles. I stand and revel in the cascade of ache relieving beads of bliss. When my body begins to acclimate to the incalescence, I grab the shampoo and wash my hair then scrub myself with the coconut body wash.

In the kitchen, I scoop the coffee into the carafe and turn it on. While it is brewing, I slide a couple of pieces of bread in the toaster. As I am waiting for the toast to brown and the coffee to percolate I suddenly hear a drip drip drip sound. I search around until I figure out the noise is coming from underneath the sink. I open the cabinet and the water line is dripping, great!

I pull a bucket from the pantry and sit it up to catch the leak. My usual breakfast of buttered toast and coffee is ready within ten minutes and then I’m out the door; time to pick Dean up and deliver him to the meal center for his community service duties. The water leak under my sink forgotten.

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As soon as the door opens, I know something is wrong. I can’t explain it, everything looks normal but my conscious is telling me something is off. I sit my purse and keys on the table by the door and walk down the hall toward the kitchen. As soon as I flip the switch I see it. The kitchen floor is covered with water.

At least two inches of water just streaming across the room. At first, I don’t understand where it all is coming from; did I leave the faucet on this morning? Was I still half-asleep this morning that I walked out the door with the tap running? But no, I look at the sink and it’s off. Then I remember the drip. I wade through to the basin and open the door. The bucket I had placed there is overflowing and the small drip is now a busted water pipe. Water is spewing, soaking the inside of the cabinet and everything inside.

I carefully rush back to the front of the house and grab my cell out of my purse. I pull up Dean’s information and hit the green phone icon.  

“Go for Dean.”

“Hey, uh it’s me,” I chuckle. Of course he knows it’s me. “Could you come over. I seem to have a little problem.”

“Sure sweetheart. Be there in 5.”

“Thanks Dean! See ya.”

Dean walks in and yells for me. I yell back, telling him I’m in the kitchen. As soon as he makes the threshold, he stops and starts laughing. I’m on my knees, trying to figure out how to turn the water off and now I am drenched.

“What’s going on?” he asks once he controls his laughter.

“Oh I decided to bake a cake. Wanna help?” I sass his dumb question. “I’m looking for a cut off valve or something.”

Dean trudges through the flood and squats beside me. “What you’re looking for isn’t in there. This is a old house, they didn’t think practicality when it was built.”

“What am I going to do?” I ask, exasperated and irritated.

“We’ll gonna have to turn the water off at the meter. Means no water in the house at all.”

“Great! No shower, can’t brush my teeth. Oh god, no coffee in the morning.” I say as I realize just how dire the situation is. “Can I call off work tomorrow?” I ask, trying to imitate the signature Sam Winchester puppy eyes.

Dean laughs as he stands. “What you’re going to do while I go outside and turn your water off is go pack a bag. You can stay with me and then tomorrow we’ll get someone over here to fix this AND put a cutoff valve under here for you.”

“Thanks Dean!” I jump up and hug him, soaking his clothes.

“Woman, look what you did. Now I’m all wet,” he yelps, pushing me away jokingly.

I come back from the bedroom with my packed bag of clothes and other necessities to grunts and groans coming from the kitchen. When I walk into the room, Dean has a mop and the previously overflowing bucket and is trying to mop up some of the water. I rush back upstairs to the bathroom and grab all the towels I own and go back, laying them down to help soak up the moisture.

An hour and four full buckets later, I close and lock up my door and follow Dean down the street to his apartment. I had been there quite a few times before, we are best friends after all so I knew it was just a one bedroom, one bathroom bonafide bachelor pad. The flat also offers a small kitchenette and a living room. Dean has this huge flat screen television mounted on the wall across from the seating area, where I have occasionally joined the Winchester brothers for movie nights.  Dean also has a massive stereo system. hooked up that I know has been the bane of many of his neighbors’ existence.

“You can have my bed if you want,” Dean offers.

“No. I can’t do that. I won’t do that. I’m smaller. I can fit better on the sofa than you,” I explain. “You’re a giant!”

Dean chuckles and bends down, pulling the cushion off. Tugging on a hidden handle, the frame of the couch comes up and folds out into a bed. “I could make do.”

“No, I still won’t take your bed away from you.”

“Okay suit yourself,” he says, walking toward his room.

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

“Goodnight Dean.”

Staring up at the ceiling, I realize I’m not all that tired. I wonder if Dean is still awake. Sitting up I can see the light under his door. Rolling out of the sofabed, I quietly stroll to his door and knock on it.

“Come in.”

I open the door and Dean is lounging on his bed, a book in his lap and papers strewn about.

“What’s up?” he asked, genuinely concerned.

“Not sleepy,” I answer, shrugging my shoulders.

“Yea, me neither. Was actually looking at the financials of the Bunker. But it’s boring,” he tells me, picking up the scattered paperwork. He sits the pile on his nightstand and pats the bed beside him. “Wanna talk for a while?”

I nod and walk to the bed, settling in beside him, our backs leaned against the headboard.

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okay, penultimate chapter of wild child

it’s very short, but the last one will make up for it, and this is the best place to split things emotionally i think

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"Come on, John!" Jade yelled from overhead. "I can't believe how slow you are!"

John glared up at Jade. "You know, I'm starting to think your island was just full of monkeys, like a fullblown Planet of the Apes society that you swore you'd never reveal." She just laughed and ran across a branch towards another tee further down the overgrown path Rose had shown them.

Rose herself was picking her way between bushes a little further ahead of John, while Bec jumped and barked and ran underneath wherever Jade was. John slapped at a mosquito trying to feast on his arm, then grimaced at how disgustingly sweaty his arm was. Humidity is the worst thing God ever invented, he thought. If I ever create a universe, every day would be sunny with a nice breeze and no humidity whatsoever at all.

Rose paused to disentangle her dress from an overly-friendly bush and smiled coolly back at him. "It's a bit of a hike, I suppose, but the end shall be well worth the journey. You'll see."

He rolled his eyes. "You know, I'm starting to feel a little outnumbered here. I mean, between Jade's obvious monkey magic and your home field advantage, I don't really stand a chance out here."

He finally drew even with Rose, who took the opportunity to pat him solemnly on the shoulder. "You know, John, it takes real strength to admit when you're outmatched. You should be quite proud of your natural fortitude."

"Oh, ha ha, it is to laugh," John said, trying to hold back a smile. His next words were cut off by a shout of joy from Jade. "Oh wow, Rose, this is incredible! You weren't joking at all!"

Galvanized by Jade's excitement, John pushed into a light jog to reach the crest of the small hill they'd been climbing. When he got to the top, he stared down at what lay below them. "Whooooaaa.... that is seriously cool....."

At the bottom of the hill lay a beautiful lake with sandy shores. The water gleamed in the mid-morning light, exquisitely clear and just begging for someone to go swimming in it. Large flat rocks jutted out of the surface, perfect for jumping off or resting on after plenty of swimming. It was one of the most beautiful things John had ever seen in nature.

Jade hopped down from her tree and landed next to John. She looked just as impressed as he felt. Rose stepped in front of them and gestured grandly. "Does this meet with your pleasure, then?" she asked archly with a smile.

Jade didn't even bother to answer. She ran past Rose, yelling in joy, as Bec loped after her. When she reached the edge of the lake, she paused just long enough to tear off her socks and shoes before leaping into the water.

"Ah-!" Rose reached out way too late, total shock all over her face. John laughed and nudged her in the shoulder. "Well, come on! Don't be a slowpoke!" He made his way quickly and carefully down the hill, excited to finally cool off. He placed his shoes and socks near where Jade's had ended up, patted down his pockets to make sure they were empty, and left his glasses poking out of his right shoe before running full tilt into the water.

The cool water enveloped him in pure, heavenly bliss. He ducked underwater, making sure every single inch of his body was covered by the refreshing liquid. When he broke the surface of the water again, he could see Jade and Bec further away from the shore - or, well, vague Jade/Bec colored figures. They were a little too far for him to see clearly without his glasses. They both looked like they were swimming fine, which made sense with the whole island thing, so John turned his attention back to Rose.

He could see her making her way slowly down the hill towards the beach, much more carefully than he or Jade had bothered with. I probably should've been more careful, John thought sheepishly. It would really suck to spend our vacation with a broken arm or something. He shrugged to himself. Oh well! He hadn't tripped or anything so it was fine.

As Rose approached the beach, John called out, "The water's perfect! Hurry up and get in here!"

Cupping her hands around her mouth, she shouted back, "You have fun, I'm perfectly fine where I am!"

"What?" Jade swam up next to John. "No, come on, you have to come swimming with us! It's way too hot to just sit around getting sunburned." She splashed a little water in Rose's direction - nowhere close to hitting, but enough to get her point across. "Get off your butt and get in here!"

John could just make out Rose shaking her head at them. "I wasn't exactly expecting to go swimming right this moment. I thought we'd just.... wade, or something along those lines. I'm not dressed for anything more immersive." She gestured at the black and pink dress she was wearing.

John laughed. "So what? Me and Jade got our clothes all wet already - we can dry off before we head back to your place." Sensing her resolve weakening, he unleashed a final volley. "It's okay if you're scared, though. We'd totally understand."

He couldn't actually see it, but somehow he could feel Rose raising an eyebrow at him. That would be an extremely cool and completely useless superpower, he thought idly. For her part, Rose said, "Really? That was a truly childish attempt at reverse psychology, and against a master of the art? Poor form, John." She leaned dramatically against a rock. "Now I certainly won't be joining you."

"Oh, it's okay Rose!" Jade piped up. "You don't have to swim if you really don't want to. Just let us know when you want to head back." With that, she flipped around and swam back out to where Bec was treading water.

John looked between her and Rose a couple times, but Rose seemed absolutely determined not to move, so he swam out as well, dipping his head below the water once or twice to see if he could find something cool to throw for Bec to try and fetch.

However, it didn't take very long before he hear a dramatic sigh from the beach, followed by hurried footsteps as Rose ran up along one of the rocks that jutted into the lake and cannonballed into the water, sending a huge waver over the others. When she surfaced, John could see a small half smile on her face. "I gave the matter my due consideration, and my final conclusion was 'fuck it'," she said grandly.

John smacked the water with a loud whoop, setting off the greatest splash war the world had ever seen.

They spent the rest of the morning swimming and sunning themselves on the rocks, drying off for the most part before making their way back. Jade decided to go without her shoes for the return journey - the path they walked was mostly clear of anything that could do real damage, and she'd missed feeling real plant stuff beneath her feet.

The doctor had lunch ready to go when they returned - a massive salad and assortment of sandwiches. Rose rolled her eyes when she saw the display, but she didn't say anything as she loaded up her plate so Jade decided to leave it alone. John rolled his eyes at some things his dad did, too, so it might just be something people with parents did.

Before the three kids could dash off again after lunch, Mr. Egbert asked them to join him in the living room. "I've got some important news to share, and I think now has to be the time to share it." He stood in front of the couches, an unfamiliarly grim expression on his face.

Jade cautiously took a seat on the couch, Bec sitting at her feet. She didn't like the feeling she was getting from Mr. Egbert's attitude. He was never this serious about anything, or this kind of serious, at least. A shared glance with John showed her that he had no idea what was going on, either, which was comforting and scary all at the same time. Rose took a seat on the stairs, while Dr. Lalonde stood off to the side of Mr. Egbert. Everyone waited for someone to say something.

After a long awkward pause, Mr. Egbert exhaled loudly. "Well, I've been trying to think of the best way to start, but I don't really know what that could be, so I'll just start from somewhere." He gestured to the doctor. "As I mentioned before, Jade, Doctor Lalonde her was close to your grandpa, my Uncle Harley. They were so close, in fact, that Uncle Harley left her quite a bit in his will. Including... custody of you." He paused, sharing a look with the doctor before continuing on. "Legally speaking, Roxy should be your guardian, not me. Unfortunately, his lawyers were unaware of his death before the news broke to the public, and by the time they started unraveling Uncle Harley's will, I'd already put myself forward as your closest living relative."

Jade couldn't do anything but stare at Mr. Egbert as he kept talking, her hand gripping Bec's fur as hard as she dared. He talked on and on, something about laws and custody and how nice the Lalondes were. "You'd have much more space to run around with Bec, too. It would..." He trailed off, looking off to the side.

The couch started to tremble, and it took a second for Jade to realize John was the cause. "So we're just supposed to, to what, go home and leave her behind? After months?" He paused, probably glaring at his dad, but Jade couldn't turn to look. She had to stay perfectly still.

Mr. Egbert sighed and ran his hand over his face. "We might not have a choice, John. I've been trying to understand the intricacies of Uncle Harley's will for weeks, and - "

"Weeks?!" John interrupted. "You've known about this bullshit for weeks and didn't fucking tell us?!"

"John!" Mr. Egbert shouted back. "I understand you're upset, but you know better than to use such language to my face!"

Get out. Jade vaulted over the back of the couch, ignoring the voices behind her as she bolted for the back door. She raced for the woods, Bec streaking behind her, as she desperately searched for somewhere she'd be safe.

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Wrapped Up PT 3

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things. Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Lite smut, language. 

PART ONE & PART TWO

The hot water and level two jets felt blissful against your body as the half moon watched over you and Steve. It was the only spectator to a properly private night together. Steve was feeling confident enough to chalk it up as a date even if he still would rather talk you out on a “real” one where he knocked on your door first and drove you two to a second destination. Since you hadn't participated in any sport outside of gym class every other day at school, you had no idea why the hot tub felt so heavenly on your aching muscles. Juggling two guys at once was the only true physical education you were getting.

Steve's hands were politely on your bare back, constantly playing with the straps of your bathing suit, hooking a  finger underneath only for you to hike it back up over your shoulder. His mouth only left your for the occasional inhale of fresh air and then they came right back like it was his job to massage your mouth with his and he was being paid by the minute. Your knees rubbed against his side, the lower half of you both submersed in the water, but you moved your face away from his in order to push hairs fallen from your hair clip out of your face.

His hands moved down instinctively to your hips while you readjusted. Sometimes, Steve felt resentful that his parents were home so rarely, but right now, he was enjoying having the entire place to himself. He was already planning to take you upstairs, help you take off your bathing suit, and finally move things from stolen glances to fully having you to himself. At first, it just started out as flirting that helped pass the time, but it moved naturally into a school yard crush that he was sort of embarrassed about, but now he knew the taste of your tongue, the way you shivered when his fingertips moved one by one up your spine, and there was no turning back.

“Come back here...” He hadn't had your chest pressed to his in a grand total of forty seconds and he was feeling parched. Steve reached his hands out from under the water and reached them both to the sides of your face in an effort to pull you in for more. By chance, your eyes just happened to catch a number '5' on the face of his watch and you jolted away, you had been just an inch away from his inviting kiss and eager touch. You took his right wrist and brought it closer to your face to check the time.

It was 9:45 PM. You had plans to hang out with Billy at your place in fifteen minutes. Your eyes bulged out of your face the way Steve's had when you came outside in your bathing suit as he was starting up the jacuzzi.

“I have to go.” You slid off of him and waded through the water, wasting no time getting out and nearly slipping as your feet met the cold wood of the hot tub steps.

“What? Do you have a curfew?” Confused, Steve's eyes pulled his full face to follow you. “Do you want to call your house?”

“No!” Way to hastily, you refused while wrapping yourself up in one of the striped towels he brought out from the cupboard. Your clothes were in the downstairs bathroom still.

Steve questioned you silently, moonlight highlighting how bizarre he found your response to be. Then it hit him. You didn't want him to drive you because of Billy. It wasn't as if you were cheating on your grandparents with him. There was only one person you two were constantly hiding from. Steve didn't want to put any pressure on you to leave your boyfriend that he often considered to be a terrible excuse of a human. Steve knew that he was the one to instigate this whole mess, but it was beginning to annoy him – how he couldn't have you completely. He shared you like a swing set with the kid at the playground that ate his own snot. If it had been exciting at first, Steve now found it boring. He wanted to give you an ultimatum, but held back.

“Just leave your suit in the sink, I'll get it to you.” With the sound of defeat like gravel between his teeth, he offered from the center of the jacuzzi.

Feeling horrible, a knot twisted three times over in your stomach, you rushed to the edge of his hot tub and drew him in with the aching regret in your eyes, “I had a really perfect night with you.” Truthfully, you told him and then leaned in closely to suck on his lips, pulling him in so sweetly that his whole torso rose out of the warm water.

“Then, why don't you stay?” He pressed hie forehead to yours and asked, looking down at the minimal space between both of your wet chests, yours barely covered in his towel. “Tell Billy something came up.”

“I promised him - “

“You also promised him you wouldn't cheat and...”

Right away, you pulled away from contact with Steve, but not before sliding your eyes upward and making sure he saw how disappointed his words made you. While  he might have been telling the truth, it didn't make it feel any less awful on your heart. It wasn't as if you didn't care for Billy and his words made it sound like you didn't, as if he was just some stupid puppet to you that you used for sex and movie tickets.

“You don't know enough about mine and Billy's relationship to make comments like that.” Starting to dry off, rubbing the towel that had been around you against your legs, you scolded him with a stern, but cotton-like voice.

“I know that he must not satisfy you.” Steve said without thinking. “Or, I don't know, you can't be happy with him, not when you smile every time you see me the way you do, not if you're lying to him so you can kiss me, not if you're - “

“Steve, you kissed me.”

“You kissed me back.” He was not about to take on all the blame. It took two to make this web a tangled mess. “I know you want to be with me, [Y/N]. You're with him because it's comfortable, because it's easier than upsetting him - “

“I love Billy.”

“Really? I can't feel that when you're grinding up against me all night.”

“Steve, I really don't have time to have this conversation.” You took your hair down and turned around to march into his house, struggling to open the glass sliding door that separated the backyard from the rest of his house.

“Here.” Sighing, Steve started to climb out of the tub and walked over to help you in. As soon as he pulled the door open, you crossed the threshold, but he leaned in to keep making his points from earlier, “If you didn't have to see Billy tonight, would you stay here with me?” His eyes were begging for you to answer, his heart pressed up uncomfortably against his chest as he waited. Your face looked torn as if he was stretching the sides in opposite directions.

“I really have to go.” Instead of answering him with 'I don't know', you murmured and rushed to the bathroom. On your way, you saw the time on the clock up on his kitchen wall. You had nine minutes.

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You saw Billy's car sticking out like a sore thumb right in front of your house. It might as well have been a clown car as it seemed to greet you as you turned into your driveway in your grandfather's car. You wasted no time getting out from behind the wheel and running to the front door. You expected to see Billy alone, rocking unamused on the porch swing that your grandpa made long before you were alive, but it was bare. You pushed the door open and saw Billy instantly, mullet tossing to the left as his head whipped around on the couch to see you.

He stood up slowly and started to walk away from the living room and his Cola can that was provided by your grandma to kiss you as you knocked off your shoes.

“I'm so sorry, I'm late.” The time on your grandfather's dashboard was off by hours, but you knew it was past ten. Billy just shook his head as if it was no big deal and leaned in to kiss you, your mouth accepting it with Steve's flavor still somewhere on your gums. His hands pulled you in from your t-shirt before both feet were out of their shoes.

“It’s alright. You’re alright. I know that car is on it's last legs.” He had offered to tune it up, but your grandpa was a man of very few words, always just brushing a hand in the air when Billy mentioned it. The two men, while both stubborn and quiet, clicked from the get-go. Your grandfather saw a boy who needed guidance and warmth as soon as he met your boyfriend and Billy saw a father figure. When your grandpa corralled Billy into the garage for a 'heart to heart' one afternoon after smelling alcohol all over him the night before, Billy had rolled his eyes and prepared himself to have to tell the old guy off, but instead they both came back with their arms on one another's backs, grins from one side of their face to the other. “Your grandma let me in. She made me a turkey sandwich.” He loved how they looked after him and wished he could stay there, but his Dad would never allow it. “Why is your hair wet?” His hand moved from your hip as he took a step back and examined you. You looked stressed from bursting through the door. Billy nodded at your locks and then drew a hand down the back of your head, catching the feeling of cold wet hair against his fingertips.

Your mind was racing, but it was just passing field after bare field. It was like cruising through Hawkins after school. You couldn't find a lie to tell anywhere. You could barely come up with real words to say.

“Um, I just...it's a long story.” Moving your head from one shoulder to the other in an effort to dry your hair quickly, you told him and moved deeper into your house. You knew it was not a good enough answer. Billy sat back down on the couch and you fell right beside him out of habit. It was like when butter melted on toast that wasn't even warm. “I got glue in it. We were making posters. I was trying to wash it out.”

“Where?” His bold brows frowned over his eyes as he looked you over, flustered cheeks and pruned fingers.

“Steve's house.” It didn't feel right to lie again.

“You were at Harrington's?” He hadn't been cross before when you kept him waiting ten minutes and he wasn't even moved by your reason for wet hair, but just hearing Steve's name and Billy's head fell back against the couch and his eyes shut as if they were weighed down like it was what he heard was just too painful.

“He is the senior representative.” It was always your reason for why you two had to spend time together. It wasn't good enough for Billy though and it never had been.

“I think Harrington has a raging hard on for you.” He came right out and said it, head up and eyes open. Billy first looked at the black screen of the turned off television, pursing his lips together as he remembered watching Steve talk to you through his windshield. Ever since Carol dropped the bug in his ear about Steve looking at you all the time and carrying your books, Billy found himself looking for signs that he never would have bothered to spot before. He had noticed Steve waving at you from classroom doors a handful of times and it burned like salt in a fresh wound whenever you waved back. He saw Steve looking forward to see you under Billy's arm on the bleachers throughout an assembly. He watched as Steve gave you a textbook out of nowhere in the middle of the halls, making up an excuse for why you needed it and not leaving until Billy stepped right in between you two and physically moved Steve away with a palm to the shoulder. Now, no matter what he did, Billy couldn't not see the crush Carol and Tommy pointed out to him. Even if Steve denied it or took up with someone completely opposite of you, Billy wouldn't buy it. “I don't like you going to his place. If you guys have to be on student council together, fine, but make it here, or in the middle of the road, somewhere public.” It was a demand. He wasn't just running an idea by you or expressing himself. Billy was calling the shot, his eyes slanting down to watch as you fumbled with your previously soaked fingers over your lap.

“Other people are on student council. It's not just us.” Like you had been caught drinking underage by a parent, you mumbled.

Billy was a second away from picking a fight. It would have been easy to reach over and crush the half empty soda can in his fist and then whip it against the TV set, but he grit his teeth and counted to ten in his head. When in your grandparent's house, he minded himself because he never wanted them to kick him out. This was his safe place.

“Let's just watch the movie.” He shifted closer to you on the couch and ran a hand down your head before bringing you into his side by the shoulder. “I don't want to think about you and Steve hanging out.” Steve's stupid smirk as he greeted you was hanging up in Billy's mind like an obscene tapestry. There was no show interesting enough to erase it, no playboy spread obscene enough to cover over, and no mental image of you that ripped it down. His insecurities mocked him from within.

Even with uncomfortable tension in his bones and a hidden sadness moving through him like food coloring drops in water, Billy would rather stay on your grandparent's couch than trying to distract himself with burning lungs and Anthrax's latest album, than staying put on his twin bed with Neil grunting into Susan on the other side of the wall and his dry thumbs picking at hangnails. He didn't know if he hated his own life so much that being warm in your house or better or if even being in a rough spot with you was better than being anywhere else. Billy didn't think about it too much, he just pat your shoulder rhythmically while you flipped through the TV looking for a movie that wasn't too far in yet.

You had both seen The Warriors before, so it was innate to move slowly against one another until Billy was on his back, both feet up on an arm of the couch while you were held tight to his body by the hips and your slumberous lips. Even in theaters, you two always wound up as tangled limbs and loose stomachs against each other. It was instinctive and made sense. Billy's hands roamed from your hips, one inching up your spine beneath your shirt while the other rocked you back and forth over him, making it plain that he wanted to move on from the couch and the clothes. He knew you had felt his erection from his already skintight jeans and now he was certain. The ball was in your court. If you wanted to go further, and he felt you would, you would make it plain back. It was a nonverbal conversation you two had been having with one another since you took up together.

“Yeah.” Breathy like a reflective exhale, you pulled away from his face to nod in agreement. With everything going on, the way you were running around behind his back with Steve, you felt a longing to be close to Billy, to remind you why you two came together in the first place, to bridge the gap that had formed somewhere along the way. You hoped by being close to him, it would all fall back into place and spending time with Steve or the way he looked at you would no longer seem as incredible as it did.

“Yeah.” Billy confirmed back and arched his back by pressing both shoulders into the floral couch cushion. He waited for you to get up off him and lead the way to your bedroom or the bathroom or wherever you wanted to be with him. He wasn't surprised in the slightest when you were walking to the door with a ceramic version of your first initial. After shutting off the TV, Billy followed behind closely, one hand reaching around your waist as you walked into the dark bedroom. Once the door was shut, he wasted no time removing his jacket and shirt, watching in between taking off the fabrics as you did the same. You kept your silk almost peach in color underwear on and stood still as he came at you quick, hastily, palms rushing fast and rough up your back and then sliding you down onto your made bed along with his body. This is where Billy felt best: he was in control.

Billy only leaned back as both your hands reached for the band of his briefs, pushing at the band in a greedy fashion. He grinned forward, over your white metal headboard, and felt your warm fingers rid him of his last piece of clothes. They were delicate and, perhaps, he melted into the feeling. He liked the idea that someone soft could see past his razor sharp edges and steel wool exterior, that a lamb could want to lay down with a lion. Billy's eyes shut as you sat forward, a solid grip on his hard-on, his breath slow while his heart rushed.

“Oh, Steve.” You murmured against his chest after pressing a kiss right above his pelvic bone.

Out of reflex, Billy moaned at the feelings of your mouth and hands teasing him, but his eyes shot open and his own grip took your wrists and threw them off of him. He jumped off your body and his stare stirred through your confused gaze. You hadn't realized what you had accidentally done yet.

“What happen?” Sitting up on the back of your palms, holding balance firmly on your mattress, you asked in the dark with the moon helping both your stares adjust.

“Did you just call me fucking Harrington?” He hissed at you, betrayal alive in his voice. “You said Steve!”

“What?” Bringing your face together like a wet dish cloth ready to be wrung out, you began to deny your mishap with dedication. “No, I didn't. I said 'please'. I said 'please', like I really want you, please, please, please.”

Billy didn't seem to be coming down any. He was huffing like a wolf in front of a straw house, craving a pork dinner. You sat up straighter and scooted to the bed's edge, reaching for his hands that had innately become fists from the first pang of anger.

“Billy, you're driving yourself crazy.” On purpose, you made your voice thick and pure like honey, like blood, and it seemed to bring him back to you even if his whole body was running at a hot temperature. He took your offered hands in his and brought them to his chest, laying them out so your fingers were straight on his abdomen. His heart was racing a mile a minute. Billy could go from relaxed to ready to fight in a nanosecond, but it wasn't easy on his mind or his constantly wound up body. To come back from that switch added an extra step, another challenge. “Please, please, please...” You kept saying until it sounded the same to Billy.

Eventually, you felt his hands come to the back of your head, playing with  your hair and then gently putting you to his stomach along with the hands he loved so much.

“It just sounded like...” Billy spoke in the dark, his voice grainy and unclear. His mind was still in the moment where he was convinced he head you say another man's name.

“Never, baby, never.” You lied and were surprised at how effortless it was. “You're the only one.”

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Hug prompt 17 :3 -> Alu and Faith Seed || @maximuses

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17. a hug where one muse stops the other from collapsing

She’d been gone a long time. Longer than she normally was. He’d only left the Henbane to venture up into the mountains and play with his favorite toy for a bit. Her brother was in possession of the girl- the vessel- who had come to these lands seeking a fresh start and an escape. Ah, the irony. These days he enjoyed glaring at her from across the compound, seeing how she sobbed behind those cold cold bars. The way her new “trainer” of sorts could send her stumbling back at the crank of a little handle. And the way he would gasp and startle back away when he realized that her fit was growing far too intense to be a simple conditioned response. The way her cheeks split open and her eyes turned completely red, the way the blood would poor from her mouth like a faucet as she tore though dozens of people before collapsing into a twitching heap. Nothing brought him more glee than to see her in pain. But when the fun was over, he came back to the Henbane and sat in the field and waited for Faith to return.

But this time, she didn’t.

A cold air of premonition passed over the goat. His newest fascination’s absence set an odd feeling in unholy guts and he trotted off in search of her. Even among the Bliss fields, the demon’s keen nose could track her scent. He sniffed at the ground. Simple steady footsteps became trotting, trotting turned to galloping through fields and sending up spelling pollen as he stirred the foliage. Sweet heavenly blossoms became tainted with blood in his nostrils. He followed it until he saw blood. He sniffed it, and found it was hers, and a great rags began to build in the monster’s guts. A terrifying roar unlike anything in earth shattered the tensely still air, rocked the trees and stirred the birds from their perches. Footsteps took off in another direction, abandoning the area. That Deputy. He made to give chase when a groan and splash caught his ear. He stopped, and at once abandoned his caprine form. He approached the water from the brush and sure enough, there was Faith, wading to the edge, bloodied and unstable.

He rushed forward, catching her just as she was about to fall. She coughed and spared to look up at him. A weak smile played on her face, the creeping scent of death rising on her skin. Few options remained. And with the sensation of burning fingertips he pressed a hand to her wounds. Faith felt nothing but relief as the pain slipped away with his fingers... as did her soul. In its place, a part of himself, incorporeal and invincible, took its place. Another vessel. Perhaps she would not have liked the idea, but it was that or death. And in any case he remained quiet as she let out a trembling sob, holding onto him for support. For she was still weak. And she had been so so scared that their last realize through a flower field together would be the last time she saw him. He said nothing as she wept, merely adjusted himself to support her and allow her to hobble along. Yet by the way he held her so protectively told her all she needed to know. That he would not let her go quietly. He would protect her.

That he would start by taking his revenge on that Deputy.