#anyway if you'll excuse me ill be in my feelings

[lazarus-harp]

the detective , featuring : love & the end .

@notbigthief / ocean vuong, time is a mother / john green, paper towns / escape the night, seasons 3-4

[khys-treasure-box]

AN: Been having major brainrot for him since he released, so now ya'll get to hear me yap about this terminally ill goober.

CW: None other than some brief references to his illness here and there! Otherwise though, just pure fluff and silliness with Haru! No pronouns are used for reader, so this is gender neutral! <3

I will not ever apologize for speaking my truth and saying I 100% believe Harumasa is absolutely, positively clingy as a partner.

So long as you two are together, he'll whine and pout damn near like a child any time he has to be separated from you. Can you really blame him though? He can't ever really say he knows how long he has left, so every single second he could be spending with you is of practically life-and-death importance to him; it isn't his fault he has to be so clingy! Besides, any reasonable person that loves their partner should want to be around them often, right?

That in mind, he will take literally any excuse he can to have you by his side. Well, as long as he's not at work anyway, he can't exactly take you to work with him, all things considered. So long as he's off work and you aren't at work yourself though, he's practically gotta be with you all the time. You need to do a grocery run? No matter what condition he's in, he'll try to come with you. Going to get lunch with a friend? He insists that surely they'd be fine with your oh so sweet boyfriend being there too. You want to go see a movie at the cinema for once instead of watching it at home way after it releases? Well, he just has to go with you; you'll have to forgive him if he falls asleep halfway through the movie though...

What he enjoys the most though are your shared days in. He absolutely loves getting to just stay home with you all day. Even if the day is full of nothing but basic, mundane activities, he's perfectly content. Just having you there is more than enough for him. So long as you're there he can kiss, cuddle, and bug you as much as he wants! There's also the plus of having you there to play doctor for him if he gets to feeling unwell, which he certainly prefers to having to deal with real doctors. It's all a win for him! He doesn't have to go anywhere and you're right there with him!

Under circumstances where you can't be with him in person for a while for whatever reason, he may very well insist on, at the least, texting back and forth regularly if not staying on a phone call with you while you're apart. Makes him feel less lonely and a lot less worried about you, because believe me, he worries. He worries a lot. Ironic as it is, he gets concerned that something bad is going to happen to you while he's not there. Probably just as concerned as you get about him on the regular, if not somehow more actually??? Please don't let him worry too hard, it might make him feel sicker than usual. :(

No matter what, so long as you're dating Harumasa, you'd better be prepared to be spending a lot of quality time with him. <3

[tension4mari]

I was wondering if you could do player 125 pls like anything my man’s has no ff pls if you can

The beginning is kinda slow!

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⚡︎Paring- Min-su x Fem!reader

⚡︎Summary- You and Min-su have been in a relationship for 3 years, deciding that you'll do whatever it takes to get rid of all your debt you inter into the squid games with Min-su. You both meet a girl named "Semi" and decides to hang out with her group. Little did you know you wouldn't be so safe there.

Warnings- Angst & cursing... That's it:0

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"What's your name?" the girl spoke, eyes strict with curiosity "Park Min-su" he said looking at her with his brown colored eyes "well, why'd come here anyway" And before he could speak a guy with purple hair walked up to her "Senorita, excuse me" She turned with furrowed brows.

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"I want you to join our team." the purple haired guy spoke smiling at her. Semi turned her head to the guys beside him finally looking back at the guy in the middle "Uh. Why should I?" soon she spoke one of the guys beside her spoke "Don't you know who this is? The rap god, Thanos." He spoke staring at up then beginning to rap.

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑The guy on his right spoke out "Hey, wait a minute. We don't know what we're playing. Picking a woman is-" He couldn't get his words out before Thanos pointed his finger out at the girl "Thanos the Great will protect you. Don't worry"

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"Oh" she chuckles "Thanos, huh?" she plays with her lip a little. "So, you managed to collect all of the Infinity Stones?" She says looking him up and down "Of course" The boy said throwing his arm up and down "Ill destroy anybody who dares stand in my way of greatness!" He declares telling her to stick with him "Yeah, so about that" She looks at the three guys "I was already talking to someone else and-" "No problem" "Who is it" Semi blinks at the guys and steps to reveal Min-su.

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑He looks up at them nervously "What's your name?" Thanos nodded at him "Uh, I'm Min-su. But I have someone with m-" Thanos cuts him off "What's up? Nice to meet you, my brother" "Welcome to the Thanos world" He goes to grab Thanos had, shaking it "Uh...oh" "You're cute, come on"

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑Just as him and his crew were about to walk away you come up and grab Min-su shoulders. "Hey! where ya going?" nervously laughing at him you say. The group already walked off and now it's just you too. "Oh. some guys invited me to his group-" "What." you say staring at him in disbelief "I thought you and I were going to stick together? Especially after that last game we played!" "Right... But I can't just leave their group now!" "Thats dirty" he stated. "Dirty? What's dirty is you leaving your girlfriend to fend for herself all alone! What the hell has gotten into you Min-su!" "Nothing has gotten into me- Look. Just find another team and well see each other later. Ok?" "Whatever" You scoffed turning on your heels not turning back to look at him

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑Lucky for you, you found a team just in time for game. He must of not known how easily you life could be taken from these stupid games! It made you feel like he didn't care what would've happened to you. "Tch, I don't need him. I can handle my own" you mumble under your breathe.

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑Soon enough you saw a group of men and a girl sitting together. Deciding you have had enough of talking to yourself you walked up to interduce yourself to them?

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"Hey? excuse me. Do you guys think i can sit with you all?" You spoke softly not wanting to alarm them "Sure, why not! sit down. We Aren't any harm. 390 spoke.

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑You ended up really bonding with them and getting to know their names. Soon enough it was time to put votes in, whether not to stay or leave. Both you and Min-su voted to leave after the first game. Now you were beside Min-su somehow as you see a guy look back at him approaching.

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"You better not fuck this up. he said with folded arms. "huh?' " hmm." The guy fumbles with Min-su jacket "This." "Like we agreed. We do one more, and then get out. Right?" He stared at him "Uh huh" Min-su said nodding his head violently "What the fuck?" you said whispered.

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑You scoot closer towards Min-su "Are you seriously going to let that jerk tell you want to do?" You ask Min-su "Um.. Don't worry about it." he says looking away from you with his head down "What do you mean 'don't worry about it' Min-su you promised that well get out of here alive! Together." You say hoping he'll not chose the right thing. "Min-su." He looks at you "Yeah?" "Please. For me, chose the right thing"

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"I-I can't..." he says amongst his voice. "How stupid are you?!" You whisper shout "I want to leave this place- i don't think i can stay anymore longer.." he looks at you for a moment before turing his head 'I cant."

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑Your turn to vote was about to happen but one of the guys Min-su were hanging out with called you over. You hesitantly walked over to him "Who are you? Do you and that guy know each other?" he said while pointing to your boyfriend

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"Um yea... He's, my boyfriend." you answered ""Holy shit?!" he said in shock "Who would've known he had that in him??" he said elbowing His friend Thanos

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑ "Hey.. Why'd say dumping him and getting with me?" he says with much confident "Tch.' you scoff "As if" You turn to Min-su hoping he would say something about the guy hitting on you. You raise your eyebrows staring at him ".."

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"ugh!" you grumble, before you could speak Nam-Gyu look at your jacket "Hm?' he comes closer to you grabbing your jacket and looking at the X on your chest "What's this?" he says Holding onto your jacket even harder. "Let go of me you werido!" you turn once again looking at Min-su hoping he'll at least say something

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑He just stares at you. Looking dumbfounded. Nam-Gyu looks at Min-su then back at you "Wow dude, you're not gonna stand up for your bitch?" he says laughing "Excuse me?" you say offend "Let me the hell go! or I'm going to beat your ass!" you say pushing him off of you

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"Yeah? How are you going to do that?" he says getting all in your face. You managed to get him off of you. Making sure you stayed your distance from him entirely.

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑Before you leave you look at Min-su "Whatever we had. Its over." you say leaving him alone for good. He stares at your retreating figure not daring to speak a word.

Hope you liked it 😿

[shan-yee]

𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘐𝘟 = 𝙏𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙥.2

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 = 𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 [𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨], 𝙑𝙞𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙧 [𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙚], 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙤 [𝙏𝙤𝙠𝙮𝙤 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨], 𝙃𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙎𝙪𝙤 [𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙧]

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 = 𝙏𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙧, 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 = 790

𝘈/𝘕 = English is not my first language, please let me know if you see any mistakes ! Enjoy ✨

——— 𝐒 𝗨 𝗠 𝗠 𝗔 𝗥 𝗬 • • •

𝐈 :: 𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗻𝘆

𝐈𝐈 :: 𝗩𝗶𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗿

𝐈𝐈𝐈 :: 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼

𝐈𝐕 :: 𝗦𝘂𝗼

╰─► 𝐈 ･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗻𝘆

⇰ Benny is a free soul and he will always remain so, even a woman will not be able to hold him back and unfortunately being with him means having this anxiety that one day he will disappear without saying anything.

⇰ He would do it, even if he loves his partner. It is impossible for him to give up his freedom and he will make this clear very quickly to the one who shares his life.

⇰ He will sometimes leave during the night and not return for days, without taking the time to call to give news, and come back as if nothing had happened.

⇰ Benny would even be able to get angry if his girlfriend asked him for explanations, after all he’s a grown man, he doesn’t owe anyone anything.

⇰ He is also very coveted by women and he knows it, he won’t be the type to reject a beautiful woman who gives him compliments, surely an ego thing.

⇰ He will quickly lose patience if his partner makes too many comments about his desire to please, which, according to him, all men want. Plus, he never accepted any advances so what’s the harm ?

╰─► 𝐈𝐈 ･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝗩𝗶𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗿

⇰ Viktor is passionate, he loves what he does and his biggest dream is to change the world for the better. He’s one of the nicest people you'll ever meet, but his work takes up too much space.

⇰ He will always come home late at night, or not at all, and will excuse himself by promising his partner that it will be the last time. But it's never the last time.

⇰ And if only there was just this little detail ! Viktor will miss a lot of events, like birthdays, romantic evenings or relaxation and each time he will try to make up for it but it will never be enough.

⇰ How to create a family with a man who is simply never there ? But anyway, Viktor won't want to have a family...

Not that he hates children or that he doesn't want anything concrete with his partner, on the contrary. Viktor simply refuses to give himself the chance to be a father.

⇰ He hates himself and the idea of giving his illness to his child terrifies him, just like knowing that he will never see them grow up would be torture for him.

⇰ Unfortunately Viktor is not the best at communicating his disgust for himself and by keeping everything he feels, he might well ruin the only good thing that has happened to him in a long time.

╰─► 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼

⇰ It is clear that in each timeline Manjiro has a different problem, so i will start with Toman!Mikey.

⇰ Manjiro is a big child and at first his partner will find his behavior cute and endearing but over time she will realize that it is as much a curse as a blessing.

⇰ The young man doesn't take anything seriously and even if his girlfriend talks to him about what's bothering her he won't be able to change, and in addition to behaving like a child he's a selfish lover.

⇰ Most of the time, his comfort will come before that of the reader. There is also the fact that he is always fighting and even if he will try to keep his partner as far away as possible he will not always be able to protect her.

⇰ Bonten!Mikey is a whole different kind of toxicity, he's a broken man who sabotages most things around him without really realizing it.

⇰ He loves his girlfriend but in a bad and possessive way, Manjiro will not hesitate to hurt her if it allows him to keep her close to him.

⇰ Most of the time he will make her believe that she can do whatever she wants but he will always have an eye on her to make sure she doesn't escape his net.

╰─► 𝐈𝐕 ･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝗦𝘂𝗼

⇰ Suo is, in appearance, the best boyfriend a woman could ask for, he is always attentive to his partner's every move, noting in this way what she likes and her habits.

⇰ He will always have little attentions, like flowers or a small accessory that reminds him of his girlfriend.

⇰ But, it is also a way of making himself indispensable, of being sure that she would not see herself living without him. Because yes, Suo is very possessive although he doesn't let it show.

⇰ As soon as he begins to have the impression that his partner is moving away and getting out of his control, he will redouble his efforts. Even more little attentions, compliments and love.

⇰ And yes, he loves her, and that’s why he does all that. Suo would never bother to give attention to someone he is not interested in or has no affection for.

[stellas-et-abyssum-vincite]

Come Home With Me ~ *Neuvillette*

Summary: It's Wriothesley who has to tell you that Neuvillette is sick. You know he's stubborn and won't want to leave work despite feeling under the weather. Still, you have to try!

Pairing: Neuvillette X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 946

Warning: Neuvillette is only OOC because he's sick

Masterlist

It was Wriothesly who came to see you, which was a surprise in and of itself.

“Hello?” You called out from your office when you heard you had a visitor.

“Miss Y/n?” He sounded a little nervous as he entered your office, making you stand up from your desk with concern.

“Hello, Wriothesley. What seems to be the matter? It's not like you to come in unannounced, not that I mind of course. I'm just surprised, that's all.”

Surprised was putting it mildly.

He hesitated once more, before he sighed and said, “It’s Neuvillette. He’s sick, but he refuses to leave his office to rest. I was wondering if maybe you could come and convince him to take care of his health?”

“Of course." I nod before gathering my things. "Will you escort me please?"

"I'd be delighted to." He nodded before offering you his arm. He then added, "Thank you again. I've never seen him this sick before."

You shook your head. "I should have noticed sooner. He seemed to be under the weather as of late. I should have asked him to stay home when I knew."

"Ah, he's stubborn." Wriothesley chuckled. "I'm not even sure you'll be able to get him to rest now. But the Melusines wanted me to ask you anyway."

"Well I'm glad they did. I will certainly try my best!"

It didn't take you long before you found yourself at the Palais Mermonia. Wriothesley escorted you all the way to his office where you found him working at his desk. A group of Melusines were crowding around the open doorway, where you could hear him sneezing and coughing.

Sigewinne gasped when she saw you before bouncing to your side. "Monsieur Wriothesley! Mademoiselle Y/n! It's good to see you again! Are you here for Monsieur Neuvillette?"

You nod and pat her gently on the head. "Of course, my dear. I hear the stubborn lawyer is sick and refusing to leave his work. Is that right?"

She nodded, a serious look passing over her face. "He's been ill all day! We've tried to get him to go home, but he refuses to listen."

"Well, we'll see about that." You mutter under your breath. "Now if you'll excuse me, my dear."

"Come on, Sigewinne." Wriothesley beckoned for her. "I'll take you and the Melusines out to get some sweets."

Her eyes lit up at his words. "Really Monsieur Wriothesley? Oh, that would be wonderful! Thank you, thank you!"

As he led the Melusines away from the door, you entered Neuvillette's office and quietly shut the door. He didn't seem to notice your presence, completely enraptured by the documents on his desk. He looked awful, and it made you all the more determined to pull him away from work so he could rest.

Kneeling next to his desk chair, you placed a hand over his unoccupied one. This caused him to jump in his seat before staring at you. “When did you get here, my darling? What are you doing here?”

You smiled. “I’m here to take you home, my love. You’re sick. Let me help take you home so you can rest and take care of yourself, please.”

He shook his head and turned back to the papers before him. “No, I can’t. I’m behind enough as it is with these cases. I need to stay and finish all my work.”

“Not like this you can’t.” You squeezed his hand. “Please, Neuvillette, my love. Please come home with me.”

Again he shook his head, his hand shaking as he tried to write some more. “No, I really can’t. Please, let me stay and finish this paperwork.”

With a sigh, you stood, with your hand still on his. Taking your free hand, you gently leaned his head against your abdomen. “You’re tired, my love. Please, come home with me. I’ll help you with your work when we’re at home, I promise you.”

Neuvillette’s eyes had fluttered closed from your gesture and he hummed in response to your words, “Are you sure?”

“I’m absolutely sure. Now, please, let’s go home.”

“Okay. We can go home.”

Carefully, you helped him to his feet, his body still leaning against yours. Slowly, you let him out of the Palais Mermonia, with the other lawyers and Melusines staring at the two of you in surprise. They had never seen the Iudex like this before. But he was too tired to notice their stares. And you weren't going to tell him, because you knew he would just be embarrassed by the events of the day. You just let him cling to you as you left the Palais Mermonia.

When you were on the streets of Fontaine, you found Wriothesley, Sigewinne, and the other Melusines to tell them that he would be right as rain in a few days. Sigewinne commented about how sweet Monsieur Neuvillette looked in your arms. Wriothesley joked about you being his mother, which earned him a smack from you. Still you asked them not to get sick themselves before leading Neuvillette home.

On your walk home, he snuggled deeper into your neck, making you giggle. “You’re too good to me.”

“Is that so, my love?”

He nodded. “I still can’t believe you agreed to marry me, my darling.”

“Well, who else would take care of you like this? We all know it's not going to be Wriothesley, he's too busy. And Sigewinne means well, but she'd need help too.” You kissed his cheek. “Now, enough talking. Let’s get you home and into bed. We need to break this fever of yours.”

“And do my paperwork?”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, my love. Whatever you say.”

[jinxificada]

SKIBIDI RIZZ IS BACK FOR MORE THOUGHTS😎😎‼️‼️‼️

IDK HOW TO TRANSITION TO THE SEXY PART, ILL AD MORE FLUFF FOR NOW

I can fr imagine them cuddling when winter hits, Especially because jinx is clingy af and woild make excuses just to touch you😳 wait also that she makes you some gadgets too! Super random tho, one time you'll get a very useful homemade bear trap then the next is literally just moving clamping dentures because its "funny" (she stole it from finn). ALSO DID I ALSO SAY SHES VERY TOUCHY? like shes very short and lanky, no matter how tall or short you are she'll def drape herself all over you in random places, kitchen, couch, whatever

I can also see silco or sevika walking in on you two😳⁉️ embarassjngghh....this is like if i got caught by my dad making out w someone (ALMOST) and let me tell you it goes not so differently with both sevika and silco, silco will most likely send silent threats or just glare at u both(eye of zaun is literally) until u both stop and recognize him, but with sevika tho, this hot lady is UNBOTHERED. I mean, its sevika yall. Shell prolly just tell jinx what she needed to (silco 100% ordered her to do so) and dipped, i aspire to be this nonchalant and cool sigh....

SEXY PART😎😳⁉️😈

Well....where do i start, let me just say ur lucky ur lesbian, there're no condoms around the apocalypse skibidi😱 (most unsexiest start ever) anyway, i believe that jinx (yes from hit show arcane and game league) is a switch, either a mean dom(maybe service?) or a bratty sub, because i do believe she gets off to the thought shes actually the one making you get off YOU KNOW, and withthe sub side, yeah shes a tease, would def let you do ALLL the work if shes feeling reeaallly freaky😈 also, VULNERABLE SEX!!!!!!!!! Well maybe, if shes having one of her episodes, you HAVE to make sure she feels loved, in rare occasions you two actually make love, just slow, romantic, intimate sex (who doesnt like romantic sex)

Freaky part 2 after i eat my delicious dinner😈

SKIBIDI FLUSHED ⁉️‼️🙏

gang please help me convince skibidi to write the whole fic this is a gem

[dreamingdarklyblog]

Update

Heeey guys. So I felt like I needed to post something that isn't uh... you know, rambling nonsense while I'm out of my damn mind.

Things have been hectic because of serious things (see here https://dreamingdarklyblog.tumblr.com/post/736249886351245312/heres-the-deal) But @jerolk has still been finding time to mess with me >_<

It's been... really hot. But also confusing. Lots of things run together in my head and I get kind of mixed up about a lot of stuff. He's been playing with my tits a lot. By which I mean making them really big and having them take over my thoughts and make me all slutty and horny...

It's... disturbingly hot >_<. But also I tend to not remember lots of parts. Lately they've been... whispering to me. In my head. Making me think things. Feel things... He even set it up so they can use some of my triggers sometimes. Which is really ... Hot. but confusing. Conflicting. You know?

I don't know >_<. Feeling them playing with my head... They're really mean to me sometimes. I think they get off on making me all dumb and, like, tit obsessed and stuff. Just getting bigger and bigger and more powerful till I'm just a pair of slutty titts.

Fuck. I'm getting worked up thinking about it. >_< Sorry, I'm trying. I um. He's been putting things in my head and trying to change things, but it's really hard for me to tell what. I just know somethings are changing. I've been thinking about it a lot while I rub, him changing me... My tits controlling me... It's so hot I justget so worked up and need to rub but it's just so hardto cum. I think he made it so i couldn't cum without him for a while, it's not really clear... i know sometmes when im talking to him i just.. cum. out of nowhere, its really hot, knnowing he can do that, just, make me.. i dont

Oh fuck, i think he left a surprise for me >_< my tits are bigger than when i started writing >_< fuck... they feel so good. like lots bigger like.. um.. ill find a picture

fuck i fortot. i cant post any of the things i have cause i cant post naked tits... went looking for dressed pictures but, lookingat all those slutty tits diddn't reallyhelp me being distracted >_< imrubbing typing now, i cant help ittt >_<

fuckki can hear them.. theyre whispering again itsmakes it so hardto think andddd fuckk

theyrebiggerr god theyrestill growing fuckkkicnattt

Heeeeey guys. Miss me? It's Liriel's tits. Dumb slut is rubbing her needy little clit silly trying to cum. Poor thing. She's just a pair of tits now. Lol. Us. Sorry we haven't been posting much. It's hard to get a chance. @jerolk set this up yesterday to mess with her. Such a silly little tit slut isn't she?

Anyway. You guys should send us more comments and questions and stuff. We can't really respond most of the time =/. But we can still get messages. And you should totally send @jerolk your thoughts and ideas and stuff on what to do with this needy hypnoslut ;). I'm sure he appreciates the feedback, lol.

Anyway, excuse us, we're gonna go play with our little toy. Make her cum her slutty brains out ;). Any thoughts on what we should do to her? Or next time... cause I doubt you'll reply before she needs to think again right now, lol

[itsjillybean]

Prompt: After a successful tour, Copia has thrown himself back into work at the ministry and begins to grow ill from exhaustion.

Thank you to @n-u-l-lo for requesting! This is my first writing ever so please be kind >.< constructive criticism is accepted though.

ENJOY <3

It's a cloudy, crisp autumn day and everyone is hard at work at the ministry, especially one Papa in particular. Despite how much energy he had put into their recent tour, he was adamant about continuing to work just as hard now, feeling the pressure of Sister Imperator and Nihil as well as having a lingering fear that something might happen to him, given that Saltarian had been hanging around lately, and the tour being over too. There isn't a day go by that he doesn't remember what happened last time...his dear brother Terzo's untimely demise...

Anyways, Copia was currently walking down the hall towards the library, when a small dark shadow whips passed him and stops him in his tracks. "Papa! Gosh I feel like I haven't seen you in days!" Aurora smiled sweetly as her tail whips around excitedly. He smiles back softly as he tries to move forward, "Ah, my apologies picolla Ghuleh. I have much work to do. We can talk more later, eh?" "But, you've been on your feet every time I've seen you around. You really should be resting, not that I think you can't handle yourself I just-." She stopped herself from rambling on. He smiled sadly, patting her shoulder, "I am okie dokie, I just have some things to do, you should rest as well, you have worked very hard on your first tour with us my dear, if you'll excuse me." She frowned as he walked passed here hurriedly, noticing the fatigue in his face and the almost sad tone in his voice. As she turned, Swiss appeared at the end of the hall, looking at her expression and Copia walking away from her. "What's wrong Ro?" he placed a hand on her head. "He hasn't stopped ever since we got home. He looks so tired Swiss...I'm worried about him." Her tail drooped with her shoulders as she leaned against him. Swiss nodded and rubbed her arm, "Our Papa is stubborn, but hopefully he'll rest soon. It must be important if he hasn't yet."

Copia sat amongst several books, his scribbling rang throughout the silent room. The clock stroked midnight and he jumped slightly, groaning and setting his pencil down. Copia laid his head in his hands, a dull ache pulsing through his brain.

I can't... I can't stop working. What if they see me like this, weak...

He stood and left his things on the table, walking out of the library. As he made his way towards his room, the world suddenly tilted, time seemed to slow down as he lost his balance and fell to the ground. His head throbbed in pain and his limbs felt weak. Trying to move, he felt as though he weighed a ton. "H-help..." he croaked. He felt a pang of fear run through him.

Am I dying? No...please, I'm not ready.

Fatigue started taking over and his eyes were slipping shut. Footsteps came from down the hall, then they started pounding against the floor, sprinting towards him. "PAPA! Papa open your eyes please, can you hear me?!" His eyes barely opened to see Sodo leaning over him, holding his head. "Ghul...tired..so..tired" Copia let his eyes close as exhaustion took over. Sodo shook him and tears welled in his eyes, panicking and yelling for help. He held Copia's head in his lap, trying to make him as comfortable as he could. Moments later Mountain turned the corner and froze for a second, fearing the worst and ran to pick him up carefully, the two walked him to his room and called for a nurse. After checking him over she informed the ghouls that he seemed to be extremely exhausted, he had developed a fever as well. "His other vitals are very good, he will be alright with plenty of sleep." She nodded at them and slipped out of the room. Sodo slumped in the chair across from Copia's bed. His shoulders jumped as a small cry left is lips. Mountain kneeled in front of him, gripping his neck and pressing their foreheads together. "I thought he was...and all I could think of was Terzo...I cannot lose someone else. Especially not him." Mountain frowned as his heart ached at Sodo's words. The ghouls loved their papas dearly, and ever since Terzo they have been very protective over Copia. "He will be okay, let us leave him to rest. We can check on him later, I will have Aether watch the door so he does not try and go working again." He patted Sodo's shoulder before pulling him up and out of the room. They went to the den with the others and informed them of Copia's state. Everyone's ears and tails fell and sadness and worry permeated the air. Cirrus spoke up, "I know we're worried about him, but let's also try not to be overbearing when we go see him. Try not to talk down to him, or yell at him for being so reckless. He'll have learned his lesson from this." Everyone nodded and started to move to their rooms for the remainder of the night.

Day came and Copia started to awaken, feeling extremely groggy, but better that he had gotten some rest. As he went to move, he felt a weight on his legs, and something cocooning him on either side. His eyes sprung open to see several ghouls piled into his bed. Cumulus, Cirrus and Sunshine on his sides, and Phantom, Aurora and Swiss were at his feet. Aether, Sodo and Mountain were standing on his left and smiling down at him. "Apologies Papa, but we couldn't convince them to not swarm you." Aether smirked. Sodo looked at him with big sad eyes, "You really gave me a fright Papa..." "All of us." "We just want you to take care of yourself." "We care about you very much." "If anything happened to you.." "We would be lost without you." (you may choose who says what I just didn't want a run on dialogue ahhh) Copia felt his heart swell up and tears pricked his eyes, he had never felt so loved, not even by his own mother. These wonderful creatures were his family...He cleared his throat and smiled down at all of them. "My dear ghulehs, mi dispiace, I did not mean to frighten you. I just...I have been so very focused on working so hard, so that the ministry takes me seriously. So that my m...Sister Imperator and Nihil take me seriously. You all mean so much to me as well. I will not push myself again, I promise. Thank you, for being here for me." Phantom and Aurora climbed up to embrace Copia, the others including the standing ghouls piled in for a giant hug, "Ai, you all are very heavy." Everyone started to laugh and held each other. Their strange and lovely family all together. <3

[skyfallscotland]

Firstly, I fell in love with Remi back when she still had a home on Wattpad and have only grown to love her more.

A little background, I'm an underclassman in high school and a super competitive athlete. I've had random long-lasting "injuries" for six-ish years, which got way worse, like "why can't I get out of bed" worse this year. First it was my ankle, then both shoulders, now all of my joints at all times (except my shoulders , those pains are gone (ish)). And these pains were making it really hard to train and compete, which is pretty much my identity.

I read Fourth Wing over the summer (then immediately found Fear and Flame) and was like "huh, is this pain not normal???" So, after seeing 900000000000 doctors and getting my blood drawn way to much, I went to see another doctor, a specialist, Thursday morning.

Thus, the doctor diagnosed me with Amplified Pain Syndrome (AMPS) which is a chronic pain "disorder" that I'm going to have for the rest of my life and athletic career. The doctor gave me an entire packet to read on it and even a school note with like excuses on it. I know it's not any major chronic pain syndrome or chronic illness and I know I should feel lucky for not having something supposedly worse, but it still sucks and it's frustrating.

Anyways, I've been rereading Basgiath (Remi's Version) and kind of look up to Remi in a way now. If that makes any sense???? I feel like she's subconsciously helped me a lot and will continue to help me a lot.

So, I guess what I'm trying to say is Thank You. Like a lot. I hope you always continue to write and you're awesome. ♥️❤️‍🩹

You guys just like to make me cry, I think.

I hope you don't mind me replying to this publicly, if you do, I can delete it, but I feel like maybe there's other people who might benefit from hearing it.

I was also a really active, competitive athlete growing up. I think people like us have a certain type of mindset and we tend to push our bodies past their limits so often that we don't realise where the limits of our pain are, or should be. Mentally, we're built differently and I think that's why we fall into competitive sports.

For me at least, there's this small, gritty thing inside that doesn't allow me to stop, or give up. It's what's kept me alive, but it's also perhaps what made my illness worse, at first, and I still struggle with it now because I can't stop pushing boundaries that should not be pushed. I know what it's like to have your entire identity taken away from you and have to build yourself up anew.

I don't think you can say AMPS isn't a major chronic pain syndrome or illness. Your pain is valid and if you're having it every day, then I'd call that major. It interferes with your life and that's major. It's enough that you're allowed to be upset about it and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

There will always be someone else who "has it worse" and for the rest of your life you'll deal with people saying "oh well my knee hurts too sometimes," or "oh my joints ache all the time" with literally zero understanding of what it's like for you (and sometimes, little compassion). People (including family and friends) are probably going to minimise what you're going through.

It's going to be upsetting and frustrating, but you do get used to it. Just don't let anyone convince you that it's not a big deal just because they can't see it, or because it's not going to kill you.

You don't have to feel lucky for not having something worse.

The most frustrating part about living with lifelong chronic illness for me, is staring down the barrel of a future where it doesn't go away, with no answers and no set treatment.

You're not "supposed" to say it, but on my worst days, I've felt frustrated I don't have something worse, or something acute, because at least then doctors would know what to do with that.

There's more I could say on this, but it's dark and it's heavy and I don't want to put that on you.

If you ever need to talk, I'm around. Fourth Wing has brought so many of us together and I love that. I have central sensitisation myself and I wouldn't be surprised if there were a bunch of us here with overlapping symptoms. You're not alone.

And it's not all bad! I'm not saying your life is going to suck and I don't want it to come across that way at all. I still do so much and see so many beautiful things and life can be wondrous and amazing, but if you take one thing from Remi, let it be her refusal to allow people to reduce her pain, and that even while in it, she can still kick ass and take names.

I hope you have more easy days than hard ones 💗

[moriartyluver]

FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER XX

"AND THAT IS THE END OF OUR FIRST LECTURE," (name) smiled at the students in the lecture hall "Thank you for your respect. Please have a nice day and stay safe!" 

The students quickly flooded out of the hall, whispering amongst themselves after the lecture. School had only recently begun again, so the current first year class she had finished teaching hadn't found any difficulty settling in. The bell had yet to be dismissed, but the first lecture wasn't to cover much content, rather a recap from previous education she would have expected these children to receive. 

She had noticed that the only female first years were all in her class, and although there weren't a lot of them, it was clearly intentional, likely for the wrong reasons from the staff in charge of class placements, but (name) had decided to take advantage of this and keep an eye on the girls to ensure that the future of women in higher education could be prosperous. 

As the last few groups left, (name) could hear passing snippets of a conversation from a few boys leaving. 

"I thought she'd be terribly strict..she is quite intimidating, isn't she? But she was so nice, I was rather surprised." One commented 

"It appears the Professor Moriarty that everyone seems to like has some competition...~" 

"Which one," another laughed "they both are married, didn't you forget?" 

"Haha you know what I mean, Aiden. We're just going to call her Professor (last name) as she asked. It's less confusing anyways." 

"Isn't she a foreigner? I'm surprised she'd even be able to teach us anything of use." Another boy chimed in 

"That's because you're only reason to be in university is to canoodle with women from the local bar, idiot." One snapped, a feminine voice. "I like her. She's clearly worked hard to get to this point despite imbeciles like you putting her down. Anyways, it's not a competition between her and professor Moriarty. They're both clearly in love. I saw them walking down the halls before class, and they acted like an old married couple."

"The only thing similar to an old married couple for them is the lack of love in their marriage. My father said they would argue all the time back in Oxford. He said he didn't know what she saw in Lord Moriarty." The boy spat back "She's our age, so I can probably take a chance with her, she is a looker after all. I heard that spare seduced her so he could get to be a grand duke when lady Moriarty's parents die—" 

(Name) couldn't see what was going on as she was tidying her desk. She found the conversation entertaining to an extent. A mere student couldn't hurt her confidence. She was just more confused at the extent of the gossip. 

Gossip amongst the ton was not to be unexpected and in fact, one could argue it was the aristocracy's only form of entertainment. If you even had a good status in the nobility and were someone of relevance, gossip was normal. Rumours were normal. 

But really, William seducing (name)? Nothing could be further from the truth, she thought. Not to mention, the thought of a student pursuing her and almost objectifying her made her feel ill. 

The boy was cut off by a familiar voice as (name) stood up to walk towards the door. 

"Good day, Mr Fitzpatrick," William spoke from the other side of the door, "If you'll excuse me, I must be seeing my wife, your professor. I kindly ask you to stop loitering in the hallways. There are other students worthy of the space you are taking up."

The door slowly opened to reveal William stood outside with a smile, the students seemed to be scurrying away in a panic. (Name) looked over at him curiously, then put on a smile as she approached the door with a briefcase of some lesson plans she had along with paperwork. 

"How was your first lecture, darling?" William asked as they exited the classroom together, taking her briefcase to take in her stead. She handed him the bag, replying to his question. 

"It was alright, I suppose. The students seem to find the concept of a woman teaching them quite foreign though, so I wouldn't be surprised if it took them some time to settle," she said as they walked together outside to their new meeting spot on campus which william had shown her after the tour he gave her. 

William nodded stiffly "Still, it seems some of them are speaking much too freely. I had encountered such a situation earlier." 

"I heard. Thank you." She uttered the last part hesitantly, then felt a smile slowly grace her features at the thought. "I suppose it is quite irritating though..but I must endure it...if not for myself.." she didn't finish her sentence, but the atmosphere shifted to feel a lot more melancholic than it was before. 

As they walked down a pathway, (name) spotted a large branch on the ground, likely from the bare tree beside it, surrounded by little amber and dark red piles of leaves. She gazed up at the tree with a softened look in her eyes, which William noticed. 

"The autumn season is quite beautiful, isn't it?"  He whispered from beside her, watching her almost dazed eyes as she was enveloped in the nostalgia of her thoughts. 

"Haha! I won!" 

"Hey! That's not fair, I got distracted!" 

"Distracted by what?" 

"The leaves! They're so beautiful..just floating in the wind." (Brothers name) frowned as he picked up a maple leaf, tracing his fingers over the little veiny underside. 

Inside one of the grand dukedom's estates, there was a large forest surrounding it and in that forest, (name) and her brother had a little hiding place that they would frequent whenever their parents were busy and they wished to skip tutoring. Originally it was (brother's name)'s but (name) had stumbled across it and added a few improvements, so her brother kindly allowed her to join him from that moment onwards. It was a small area, cleared of trees and a small hut by the edge along with a few canopies where they would sit and watch the rain. 

"Yes, but we are competing so it's your fault for being distracted by the beauty." (Name) tossed her wooden branch to the ground in annoyance "God, you're terrible at this. I wish I had a better sparring partner..." 

Her brother chuckled as he put his own branch down to approach his little sister, patting her on the head."It's not even a real sparring match anyways, you've only used fake swords so far and a branch is certainly the worst of the lot." 

"Father said he doesn't want me to accidentally kill him because of how competitive I can be, according to him." (Name) rolled her eyes "But I think he's just afraid of losing to me." 

"Fathers lost to you multiple times. I think they wish sometimes that you were their first born son solely because of how much of an all rounder you are." (Brothers name) said as he sat beside his sister. 

"Doesn't that upset you?" He took some leaves in his hands and sprinkled them over his sisters head as if trying to distract her from worrying for her, not without a 'hey!' from her.  "What would you do if you didn't have to be the grand duke?" 

"I don't know..I don't really know what I want..I've been the future grand duke all my life, it's odd to think of anything different.." he whispered, putting a hand to his cheek in thought. "I wouldn't want to go to the army..I'm too scrawny for that I fear. And I'm not strategic enough. Maybe something simple..picturesque. Like the trees." 

"The trees?" 

"They change with their environment..they adapt and do it all while looking beautiful. In spring they're pink and covered in cherry blossoms. In summer they're green and flourishing. In winter, they're covered in snow and bare otherwise and in autumn..it's the most beautiful of all." 

"So you'd like to work in the arts? I've seen your sketchbook once. They're good, the drawings." (Name) said, picking out the leaves from her hair "You do poetry too, don't you?" 

"I do..Mother and Father haven't anything against it. Mother said my painting I made for her birthday was beautiful. She likes cherry blossoms a lot..." He trailed off "It isn't as if it's easy, but it's not that it takes a toll on my psyche to do..the flow of the brushstrokes, the rhyming of words..it all comes naturally to me. That's why I like it so much. It doesn't feel like a chore...but all this university nonsense and diplomatic stuff..these responsibilities..."

"I take it you would also rather have me take your place..?" The little girl brought her knees up to her chest, hugging her legs, the stockings covered in little splatters of mud. 

(Brothers name) shook his head with his usual warm smile, although there was this hidden pain behind it. He took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket, rubbing at the little stains "Mother would surely scold you if she saw these stains.." 

"You aren't answering my question." (Name) said with a pout. 

"It's not that I want you to replace me..I just.." he put the handkerchief away "Our family is very involved with responsibility. Father's ancestors had all made some sacrifices to be the grand dukes or duchesses..The grand dukedom of (last name) was founded on responsibility and loyalty to (home country). I'll have to sacrifice my dreams of being a poet, an artist, a writer and a foolish human being at its very core for that." 

"You shouldn't have to if you don't want to. Personally, I wouldn't mind being the Grand duchess. It aligns with my own passions," (name) said as she rested her head on her older brothers shoulder. 

"Wow..I am terribly selfish, hm..?" The 17 year old  whispered to himself "I feel like a bad brother now..a part of me wishes you were able to take my place, and I'm too foolish to admit it...i wish I was able to run away, frolicking in flower fields with a lover and just dump all my responsibility onto you." 

"Then do it. Hand over the responsibility you have to me and live those dreams you wish to have." 

"And force my little sister to endure them in the process? No thank you." Her brother sighed and fell back against the small pile of leaves behind her, laughing as they fluttered away "You're still but a child. Even if I do want you to take my place in the future, I would much rather die than have your childhood ruined." 

"I think you're forgetting that I get entertained by learning about triangles." She said, repeating her brothers actions and letting out a small laugh as the leaves brushed against her face. "I really wouldn't dislike being the grand duchess. I think I'd like it actually.." 

"Well you being happy is my only dying wish anyways.."  he whispered, propping himself up on his elbows and helping his little sister up. 

There was a comforting moment of a silence between the two. (Name) kept her eyes fixated on the trees. 

"I hope some day I'm able to see the beauty in everything like you..but for now, I think I agree that autumn is quiet a beautiful season." She said with a soft smile. 

"It is.." She nodded, kicking the branch away after looking at it for a few seconds. "The most beautiful of all."

(Name)'s expression was unreadable, although she had a sudden change of heart and desired to be back at home. She had the tendency to feel rather home sick, which made her life quite difficult considering travelling was a given in her lifestyle. Travelling to (home country), travelling from London to Durham or other locations, travelling in her youth from each of the Marquis' estates, it was a constant issue. 

They continued walking together, eventually (name) decided she no longer wished to stay on campus. She had no other lectures that day anyways and although she was advised to stay on campus for the first few weeks to get used to the environment, she didn't feel like doing so now. 

"I have a headache..." (name) muttered in an attempt to leave. She did usually get the occasional headache, mostly because of her lack of self care, but otherwise this was just a lie to get away. 

"Is there anything I can get for you? Have you been drinking and eating enough? Are you ill—?" (Name) cut William off with a wave of her hand. 

"I'll go back to the manor." She smiled "You have a lecture this afternoon, do you not? I suggest you stay here and not trouble yourself with me." 

'You aren't trouble for me at all...' 

"If you insist. I'll send a telegram to Louis, He can fetch a carriage for you." William placed a hand on (name)'s shoulder. She shook her head 

"There is no need. It's a mere walking distance." (Name) took her briefcase from William's hands as he frowned "Besides, some fresh air and time to clear my mind will be good for me. I shall see you at home. Thank you." 

(Name) eventually returned to the manor, greeted by Louis at the door who asked her why she was returning so suddenly.  She gave him a brief explanation of not feeling well and then returned to her room. 

From her understanding,  Moran and Miss Moneypenny, who rarely appeared at the manor but had previously met (name), had been sent off to India to deal with a gun supply issue. Fred was managing his little network of collecting missions for the rest of the group. Josephine was in London, working with the aftermath of (name)'s most recent mission in her stead whilst being handed instructions. After the incident with the Baskerville's (name) had felt more comfortable allowing the girl to do more difficult tasks and this was a part of them. 

(Name) hadn't actually had any plans for that afternoon, she expected to stay at university and leave with William but instead she decided on running off. Why was she even thinking about William so much? It's not like she cared about him. But somehow he had done something to infect her mind and so strongly too as of late. Her thoughts ran wild as she laid back on her bed — although it never really felt like hers — staring up at the ceiling and contemplating hers and William's recent behaviour. 

Could it be possible she was attracted to him? No. Surely not. Not with their history anyways. Their relationship was based solely on ambition and academics, not affection and attraction. 

But he was awfully kind to her..she did enjoy being in his arms and being comforted by him, or kissing his soft lips whilst a burning feeling ran through her veins. No matter how much she felt she disliked him, that dislike was overpowered by a strange magnetic force that pulled them together at all times. 

Did William feel the same way? Probably not. 

'Dammit! Stop thinking of such things!' (Name) internally yelled at herself. 'My thoughts are merely running free and that is not good nor acceptable. I should distract myself.' She sat up on her bed, ready to exit the room 'Yes. I'll distract myself so I don't think about William or his soft lips against my own—! Enough!! No more thoughts of William...That blond red eyed devil! But he's so sweet..!No! No more!' 

With that, she stood up, exiting the room with a furrowed brow and determined expression. She snuck into the garden, avoiding Louis who had advised her to rest, and walked through a little area of trees to reveal her own replica of that small hideout she once shared with her brother. 

It had a few books of poetry she had been gifted by her brother before he left for university, stacked beside a multitude of weapons, mostly consisting of a few swords, a crossbow, multiple guns, all scattered around a small makeshift tent, droplets of water mixed with vibrant hues of red, orange and brown on the top. On the side she had placed a few targets and training dummies. The area had been set up a while ago when (name) first moved into Durham and was terribly bored as William would teach and she would remain at the manor with nothing to do but read. 

(Name) picked up one of her swords, running her finger along the underside of the blade and began practicing her sword fighting skills for what had felt like hours and likely was, uncaring of how tired she felt. She was finally distracted and she wished to remain that way. 

"So this is where you've been hiding.." 

(Name) felt her soul practically jump out of her body she was so surprised. Her mind had only focused on her form and the swing of her sword against the little sawdust filled bag. She turned around, a surprised expression on her face, picking her sword back up after she had accidentally dropped it. 

"What are you...how the hell did you find me?" (Name) asked William, who somehow managed to weasel his way into her life once more. "Nobody's found this place since I set it up." 

"I'm amazed myself that I hadn't found it sooner...it is in quite the obvious location. Are you practicing?" He asked, knowing he had slightly annoyed (name) with his previous remark. Nothing like spite to encourage one's strength. "May I observe?" 

(Name) put her sword down "It isn't much fun to watch, really. When did you get back?" 

"Just now. Louis told me he couldn't find you after he had tried to check up on you and get you some water along with medication. I had been kind enough to come looking for you in his steed." William said as he sat on a little wooden stool, watching as (name) pinched her forehead. "It appears that your headache was simply an excuse to get away from me, hm?~" 

"You can be so insufferable sometimes, are you aware of that?" (Name) asked rhetorically "each time I feel I have grown to tolerate you a little, you do something foolish to make me instantaneously change my mind." 

"I'm glad I have managed to even be recognised by you to the extent of being the bane of your existence." William said with a smug smile. His wife rolled her eyes.  

"You aren't that important to me," she was obviously lying. William could see right through her but he didn't argue. He only smiled as he watched (name) polish her sword with a focused look in her eyes. 

His red eyes glanced around the area, making observations about each individual item, curious as to why they were in certain patterns and arrangements. Honestly, he had thought, the whole hide out seemed to have been designed by a child.

There were little books near him, titles written in (native language) which he couldn't understand at all, but upon flicking through some pages, he realised they were books filled with poetry. There was another notebook with aged pages, also full of poetry although he couldn't understand the beauty of the words he looked at. The handwriting wasn't anything like (name)'s from what he had seen her write in (native language). It was likely a gift from someone else. 

 Perhaps if he had time, William could learn so he could grow closer to (name), maybe even speak to her in the language and surprise her some day. For now though, it was all foreign to him. 

"Why are you still here?"  (Name) asked as William put the notebook down before she could notice. 

'Because I enjoy your company.' 

"Because I wish to annoy you further." William smiled as (name) grew irritated. "That is my job, after all."

"This is what I meant when I said you make it difficult for me to tolerate you.." she sighed. "You could at least be of use to me. Provide me with entertainment, perhaps?" 

William stood up, then picked up a small knife from the ground. It looked like a carving knife but seemed to be more for combat purposes than for cooking. He twirled it around in his hand as he spoke, then threw it to (name) which she caught effortlessly. She raised a brow at him, curious as to what he wanted. 

"We haven't sparred yet, have we? Perhaps this will give you the opportunity to win against me for once." William smirked as (name) scoffed. 

"No we haven't...but I'll have you know I shall win against you. I've been practicing combat since I could walk." (Name) retorted "Even if you as a man can be stronger than the average woman." 

"Struck a nerve, have I? Well, darling, I do believe you always work best when you're irritated." The blond joked as they readied themselves to fight 

"I'm always irritated because of you." 

"Precisely why I chose to marry you." 

(Name) glared and william then sighed "God, I hate you." 

William ignored that statement and continued "There's a slight catch to this, considering we don't have a spectator to decide who wins and of course, neither of us are likely to be held down for long, whoever cuts the other with that knife first, wins. Part of the fight is getting the knife out of the other’s hands." 

"What do we win?"  (Name) asked skeptically as they both backed away from one another 

"Well I would say the satisfaction of winning itself, but my one of a kind copy of Julius Caesar is on the line.." William trailed off. Julius Caesar was one of (name)'s favourite plays, and William obviously knew that. Her eyes lit up instantly, then she realised she had to bet something in exchange. 

"Fine..I have a signed photograph from Florence Nightingale herself. If you win, it's yours, but of course, I'll win so don't get your hopes up." (Name) offered in exchange for her potential defeat. “But what if someone comes looking for us? Won’t they think I’m trying to kill you?” 

"I'm sure they're used to your attempts on my life..and besides, you won't kill me. Once you get a cut on me, then you win, right? So you needn't go any further, sweetheart.” The blond teased. 

(Name) squinted her eyes at him "you enjoy this, don't you?" 

"Enjoy what?" William said in faux innocence. 

"The teasing..I can't count how many times today I've heard you refer to me using a pet name. Everyone here knows we aren't in love so it's unnecessary." She explained. 

"Maybe, but you reactions certainly make it worth it..” Her husband hummed in amusement. 

William smirked as she gritted her teeth in annoyance. She quickly lunged forwards, causing William to crash into a tree behind it. He coughed, then dodged another blow, instead focussing on wearing her out and putting a halt to her attacks.

After some struggle, William had managed to pin his wife to the ground, but had not yet taken the knife from her. This was his chance, so to speak. The small knife he had thrown her was by his own legs and well out of the woman's reach as he held her arms down, straddling her waist as she looked up at him. 

(Name) cursed under her breath, realising her overly emotional approach and almost feeling ashamed in herself. 

"Give up yet?" He asked, his tone mocking. "what would you do if you were put in a position like this? A nobleman's guard has you trapped whilst you attempt to assassinate his master and if you don't make a move, you'll be caught..or worse, dead." 

(Name) looked up at him, her chest heaving. She contemplated what to do to distract him. She could kick him, but their current position would make that too difficult   She had an idea and grimaced at the thought. It would work..but it would be humiliating all the same. 

“It appears you have indeed given up..my..that is uncharacteristic of you..” at this point, he was clearly egging her on to get a reaction out of her. “You’re all bark and no bite—“ 

Without a second following his words, (name) lifted her head up to kiss him, pressing her lips against his roughly. William let out a soft gasp of surprise, but returned the gesture shortly after. 

He lessened his grip on her wrists until finally she was able to slip them out of his grasp, picking up the knife and reaching over to his arm to place a small cut there with ease. He had been so easily distracted that he hadn’t even noticed the sting on his upper arm, nor the growing satisfied smile on (name)’s face. He groaned against (name)’s lips, cut off as she pulled away, uttering only a few words with a smirk. 

"I won" 

she held back a laugh as William looked at her in confusion. (Name) slid out from beneath him, standing up and dusting off her dress and stretching her arms. 

"I'm surprised you let me win so easily, the tactic wasn't the most creative but it was all I could think of at the time." She continued, holding out a hand for him to take. 

"What..?" William muttered as he took the hand. He seemed to still be dazed. 

"I cut your arm..there's blood coming from it, although not that much," she grazed her finger against the cut, watching as William winced in pain, realising his defeat. He coughed, attempting to regain his composure as he ignored his cheeks growing pink. 

“The..The play is yours then..” he said, growing more flustered by the second. “Well done..” 

(Name) grinned, then tossed the knife aside as she rushed back inside the manor, her mood instantly improved, leaving William to stand awkwardly amongst the autumn trees. 

William held out his arm for a moment, as if wanting her to stay, but didn’t say anything and retracted it soon after. He sat down on the stool, hiding his embarrassed face in his hands as he felt heat rise to his cheeks. He had probably looked redder than a tomato at this point and continued to cover his face as he mentally revisited the scene over and over again. 

“I, Mycroft Holmes, have come to make my report.” 

The ravenette kneeled down before the thrown, his head bowed to the elderly woman sat in front of him. “Your majesty..” 

“Thank you for coming here, Sir Holmes.” She said with a nod, her expression grave. 

“Your majesty..the situation is dire..unfortunately the whereabouts of this stolen article is still unknown. There still have not been any demands from the thief.” Mycroft said, still kneeling 

“Is there reason to suspect neighbouring countries..or (home country) perhaps..?” The Queen had a particular woman in mind. 

“No…she hasn’t spoken of the document since first finding it, and even within the country, few know of this.” Mycroft explained. 

“That document is a state secret. It is something that has passed down by my predecessor, George the Third from generation to generation…if it were to see the light of day, we may fall into a dark age like never before.” Queen Victoria said. “Even after everything she has done to the British Empire, I must admit, I am thankful she has decided to keep quiet about this. You are certain she has no involvement, aren’t you director?” 

“Positive. She hasn’t committed anything out of the ordinary ever since her suspicious marriage…why she chose that over a marriage to his highness Prince Leopold, I have yet to find out..” he trailed off  “but that’s besides the point..we will destroy anything that is an obstacle to our vision of the country’s future.” 

Her majesty nodded, then proceeded with her orders. “Sir Holmes, I shall allow MI6’s plan. I permit you to resort to any means necessary. Recover it!” 

“Yes, your majesty.” 

A/N: yes I know, not as spicy as promised. The kiss was only a short kiss, not them making out but whatever. Just wait till chapter 22/23 ish 👀 anyways sorry for all the filler but at least act 2 is over!!

[mintyisms]

The Game Grumps Play Danganronpa V3

Chapter One Starters

"I knew you could dip your balls in soy sauce. That was never a question."

"He's a brilliant man who was raised by wolves."

"I'll just ignore how ridiculous those last two statements were."

"No one can read the air; the air has no letters."

"Look at that juicy booty on [name]."

"All she did was take a shit and die."

"I know exactly how to fluff your pillows before I smother you with them."

"I'm gonna go chainsaw some fuckers."

"I saw Titanic for the first time last night, so I'm in a good mood."

"Why the fuck are we in the library?"

"That was the grossest fucking burp I've ever had in my life."

"I'm gonna go hug my pillow."

"So we're gonna kill that guy first, right?"

"I'll sign your yearbook after I'm dead."

"Shoot, how did all these Magnum condoms get here?"

"The girls bathroom isn't going to look at itself."

"Maybe everyone should wash their ass."

"The situation is actually pretty fucking far from ideal."

"I was just going to play piano and hope for the best."

"There's a lot of brooding going on in this room."

"He wanted to die anyway, right?"

"Just let me put some fucking pants on."

"I stuffed that vent full of copies of Horton Hears a Who."

"You brought tape made from ducks?"

"My parents were killed by detectives. They held their magnifying glass at the right angle and the sun fried them."

"I think it's the murderer's fault."

"I woke up with a Popsicle in my mouth."

"I'm going to have to kiss him. A lot."

"Why would any man ever come to a library?"

"I guess when you wear ill-fitting shoes your shoes are itchy."

"I was writing poetry in the Fibonacci sequence."

"I'm not very good at piloting drones, hence why my hair's all fucked up like this."

"The bear made me do it."

"He has a sculpted buttocks and beautiful lips."

"I have a feeling that like nine or ten more of our friends are still going to die."

"Can a robot love?"

"If you'll excuse me, I need to regrease my shotput ball shooter cannon."

"This simultaneously sucks and is awesome."

"Is he on drugs?"

"Maybe he was killed by a ghost."

"He found the secret washing machine."

"Do you know the combination to my heart?"

"She's so inspiring with the words she's saying that don't mean much."

"See that six pack? I've been working out."

"It's fine that you're wrong. Very wrong. Stupid and wrong."

"I was just enjoying a California roll."

"Do you know martial arts or something? Why are you always doing these poses?"

"I suggest you all update your LinkedIn profiles."

"I'm thinking of writing a self help book."

"I find it hard to believe you didn't notice she did all this."

"I'm going to make a notation of when she murdered him in my handy dandy notebook!"

"I think gravity killed him."

"I searched through the CDs, but all I could see was deez nuts."

[sangaverage]

About Me I guess

NOT AN RP ACCOUNT/BLOG BUT ROLEPLAYERS AND LIFESTYLERS ARE WELCOME TO VISIT!

that being said, I do post about VTM and VTR on occasion.

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I currently do not have a job due to my neurodivergence giving me issues with most if not all work environments, Therefore Also, I unfortunately am unable to donate money to any causes or charities. I am sorry about that! do know that I am generally upset about the same things going on as you are! but please please please, do not try to peer pressure me to donate money! Not only that but I don't trust alot of people I don't know on the internet with money because sometimes you honestly cannot tell what is legitimate and what's going to clone your bank information, (Again) be careful folks! It's unfortunate but it does happen and some people are more than happy to take current events as an excuse to swindle the weak or vulnerable!

-First things first despite what you may be thinking I am an adult lol.

-I reblog More than I post usually, But You'll Know Its A post of mine as ill sign off with an Ankh (☥)

-I'm rather eclectic and into many things but this blog is just/Mostly for the Vampyre part. any non vampire, autumn or demonolatry related posts will be marked as "Not vampire related" or if from me titled "not a vampire post..."

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I am a and Accept/Respect:

-Sanguinarian(s)/Psychic(s)/Tantric Feeder(s)

-Nerodivergent person(s)

(Especially anxiety and autistic spectrum)

-A-spec(s) (both Autistic and Asexual, I'm Demi Myself)

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-i support All Races (this should not have to be said but hey)

-i support System/DID

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-i support Therian/Otherkin/Alterhumans/ Voidpunk etc

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Antis of Therian/Otherkin/furry Alterhuman in general, Anti LGBTQ+

Anti Witchcraft (including LHP/ Darkwork/ Vampirism/ Baneful)

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Politics blogs, Nothing wrong with you personally but yes I have heard what's going on, I'm here to get away from it please and thank you

Discourse in general, yes you probably have a point but I'm not here to join in on or cause arguments (to the best if my ability anyway, you can't please everyone)

Porn blogs/ (heavy) IRL NSFW (art and text is okay but on thin ice)

NOTE 1: I personally see my vampirism as Spiritual as well as a completely normal side of myself, I didn't choose anything, I awakened and this is and always will be me. (your vampiric experience may vary)

I consider myself a "Ronin" Vampyre as I'm not a part of the larger VC (vampire community) due to too much squabbling in most Houses/Groups/Orders or just general disagreement over what that group stands for Vs what I stand for.

I'm not hurting anyone, call it escapism if you wish, don't like it, that's cool you don't have to, just don't be an ass about it.

(I also Have a YouTube, but that is a hobby and does not earn me anything right now!)

NOTE 2: As this is primarily a vampire blog, there will inevitably be some posts that contain Blood, mild gore, written (fake) violence etc! I do apply trigger warnings in the tags As "tw ______" but I shall re-warn you here!

Note 4: while I may not be a religion you are, I do accept you being that religion (unless its Nazi in any way sorry, I really shouldn't have to mention this) We all have different paths for different reasons, I respect that and so should you!

there may also be the occasional post that I will be unsure of the maturity of... if I feel or deem something is up with the image that certain eyes may not wish to see, I will tag it as "Nsft?"

-End Rant-

I would just like to share (again) that I also have a YouTube, It Has the same name as my blog (SangAverage) And covers stuff on Vampyres and also magick, Mostly from a Sanguinarian and slightly Spiritual Vampyre Perspective as well as somewhat Medsang.

You are welcome to come over and see if it's for you or not (Just pretty please behave yourselves either way! Comments are mostly on but moderated)

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Or not whichever!

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[sick-girlz]

Do you mind writing about a caretaker who doesn't believe the whumpee is sick and is super guilty when they find out they're actually sick?

Thank you!!

Sorry this took so long, I have misread this a few times and I hope I can remedy this ASAP! Illness is left ambiguous, so you can imagine anything.

---

Caretaker is ready: they have their best outfit on, a small present ready for their friend's birthday and all that is left is to see if Whumpee is ready as well. They eye the phone for that confirmation call. However, ten minutes since Caretaker has finally gotten ready, the phone is quiet, sans the sounds of messages from the host asking about them.

Well, it looks like Caretaker is to make that call to Whumpee instead.

They wait for their friend to finally pick up, and when they do, they sound quite... Small. "Hello?" says Whumpee.

"We were supposed to leave ten minutes ago, what's taking you so long?" asks Caretaker between putting on shoes.

"Oh shit-" gasps Whumpee on the other end- "I'll be right there! Sorry-"

Minutes later, Whumpee arrives. They're paler than usual and their clothes look carelessly put on. "Sorry, I overslept. I just don't feel too good-"

"You're fine," Caretaker pats their shoulder, "At least you'll show up at the party."

"Maybe I should skip today. I think I'm getting sick," says Whumpee as they make their way to the car.

"Are you?"

"I feel... Gross," explains Whumpee to Caretaker. "My head hurts, and I feel feverish-"

"Its just nerves," Caretaker interrupts as they turn on the car. "You will be fine. Some booze might wake you up."

"I know it's not nerves! I know I don't feel tired and shaky with nerves."

Whumpee is glaring at them now, the passing lights lighting up their teary eyes. Caretaker feels guilty for offending them. "Look, I'll take you home if you don't feel well."

"Thanks for caring," Whumpee rolls their eyes and relaxes in the

---

The party is underway and Caretaker is having fun.

Whumpee trailed behind them, weakly saying hi and greeting the other guests and handing their own gift to the host. They slinked off into a corner nursing a drink and some meagre pieces off of the charcuterie board. But during the event, Caretaker loses track of Whumpee. Eventually, they excuse themselves for some fresh air and go to the yard.

They find Whumpee on the stairs, knees drawn up and curled into themselves.

"Dude, what's the matter?"

Whumpee weakly lifts their head up, "I don't feel good."

They sound ill. Hoarse. Weak. They look at Caretaker, tears welling in their eyes. "I told you I'm getting sick."

Their voice wavers as if they're gonna cry. Caretaker's heart twists uncomfortably as they watch them curl up again. Whumpee did tell them that they didn't feel well, and they ignored it. Why did they ignore it?

"Go back inside," Whumpee tells them. "I'll just go home now."

"Whumpee-"

"It was your idea to come here anyways," they weakly get up. "Go ahead and have fun."

Whumpee turns to leave. Caretaker's guilt turns into determination: they won't let their friend go home in that state. "Wait!" they call out. "I can take you home!"

Whumpee turns around.

"I'm sorry for not believing you," they say as they catch up with them. "I'll take you back to mine."

"Why?" Whumpee asks in disbelief. "You wanted me-"

"Fuck that, we're leaving. I saw how you pecked at that cheese and salami," Caretaker wraps their arm around Whumpee. "I'll just let our pal know you're not good. Alright?"

Whumpee nods, whimpering quietly at their friend's offer.

[lustfulchaldea]

Status Check for Nitocris (Written by her most loyal BBC addict)

My my my.

That barely took any time at all, you horny dog.~ Very well.

You have been warned, you readers, that this contains BBC content. So take it as you will.

Now then, as written by Koyanskaya of Dark: The unfiltered Nitocris review.

"Ah-he-he-hem.~ I've been rudely interrupted from my worship of my ebony husband for this 'review', so I'll be going through this a bit quickly, but worry not: You'll learn how I really feel, that much is a promise.~"

"Now, where's this damn list...?"

Size: EX

"My, my, my. Of course it's the apex of all humanity. Bestial though they are, incapable of resisting their base urges, it's only the darkest, most hardened that I can say truly deserve to.~ The sweet contrast of skin on skin, imploring you to acknowledge its superiority as your tongue clashes around such a jaw-stretching, throat-ruining fuckpipe that no other could compare to! It's truly worthy of all the love in the world.~"

Libido: B

"Indeed... Daddy is a fuckmachine worthy of the 'BBC' mantle, but it takes quite a bit to get him there. Not that I blame him, of course. He has to choose the right pale skank for his harem, the chaff simply won't do. And his ego, from being so cruelly demeaned for that superior skin, is rather low, so it's up to myself and his other brides to correct it through constant adoration and worship. Doing any less would disgrace us as his women."

Stamina: A++

"Aaaah, human resilience. Truly despicable and adorable all at once... And yet my husband comes by it masterfully. I can only count on one hand the days where our sessions have been ruefully cut short only hours in by the call to battle or an illness of his, but I assure you, he is more than worth it. Once he's got you, those strong black hands wrapping around you, you fall in love instantly, incapable of stopping him in anyway as that ebony monster of a pharaohstud puts you in your place."

Fertility: EX

"Ufufufufu. The less I say about this, the better. You must experience it yourself for me to put it into words... Ahhh, truly, it is magical.~"

Volume: ???

"Not even I know my husband's limits in this regard. Perhaps another BBC-addicted whore like Summer Scathach or Cleopatra might know, but I certainly do not. Caring for a black bull in the way I care for my husband is quite the difficult task, after all. If he cums inside, I let him. I do not count his seed, I merely take it. That is my role.~"

"Ahhhh... Finally done. Now then. If you'll excuse me...~"

"I was in the middle of something."

She's going back to suck Nitocris off more. That's her duty, after all.

[rinwellisathing]

Paint The Lines, Cut The Flesh: Part 8

“Wouldn't wanna be you right now, princess. Ketheric's in a mood and Orin's is worse...Tryin' to keep the Tyrant from finding out my brainfucked little brother is alive and all.” Jackal clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Nope, would not want to be you.” Minthara glared at him and returned to pacing the floor, head lowered in thought. “Be quiet, jaluk.” She snapped. “Your years outside of Menzoberranzan do not excuse your disrespect.” Beneath the mask of anger, however, Jackal could sense her fear. It emanated from her like a trapped animal and it was wonderful. “So you keep saying, but all this time you ain't never raised a blade to me or sneaked me none of your poisons...Why is that, oh great matriarch?” The ranger feigned a bow, that taunting sneer never leaving his face as he watched her sweat. Minthara had no answer. The task before her was daunting and it consumed her. She knew the penalty for failure, but what she did not know was which Chosen would be her judge, jury, and execution. More to the point, who would be worse? Orin, who was dangerous, who was insane, who had tormented her near to breaking? Or Ketheric, who was so coldly calm about all of this, whose mind had only one focus, who she knew very well her report was nothing but an annoyance to. Neither outcome seemed good and though she inwardly chastised herself for it, she wished Gabraela was here. The tiefling's presence might have at least strengthened her, or...though she hated to hope, felt physically ill at the idea of relying on someone, the Bhaalist might speak in her defense.

“Hello? You gonna maim me, your highness? Like ya keep threatening?” Jackal's voice snapped Minthara from her disjointed thoughts and she realized she'd let herself collapse to the ground on her knees, like a puppet with its strings cut. Unbecoming in front of such a vulgar thing such as him. She rose to her feet and struck him hard across the face, sending him sprawling.

“Don't you dare speak to me in such a casual tone again, iblith, or I will tear you apart.” She hissed, red eyes burning into him as she glared down at him. Her expression faltered when she realized he was laughing. It began as a wheezing chuckle, and then became a rattling cackle like a sickly gnoll. “Oh....you still think I'm 'fraid of you, princess....” He clicked his tongue again. “That is pretty amusing....yes it is. Well....we'll see who's laughin when they judge your progress, we will...Oh yes, oh yes we will.” He grinned, the corners of his desiccated mouth tearing a bit, blackened blood staining his teeth. “I know what happens when you displease them chosen...oh yes I do...”

Sentry noticed Rolan by himself at the bar and started towards him, only to feel a hand softly touch his shoulder before he could move closer. Looking behind him, Astarion stood, glancing tentatively at him. He relaxed and turned to give the elf his full attention. “Hey...something wrong?” He asked gently. “Well, you remember those scars on my back...the ones you were kind enough not to call attention to our first night together?” He frowned, head lowered, voice soft. “Yeah...Look...I could tell you what they said if I saw them again a little longer, but I didn't want to be intrusive....” Sentry admitted. “I mean....you know how it is, you fuck someone one time and they think they know everything about you...I didn't want you to feel like I thought that about you...I don't like it when people do it to me, anyway...so...” The paladin admitted softly, looking away. Astarion actually smiled a bit at that. Sentry saw before he covered up the expression with a more serious one. “Yes, well...I appreciate that...but as it happens...I DO want to know what they say...and while I'm sure as tiefling, your infernal is flawless, I believe another source might be able to detect any other 'interesting' aspects about it...One we just so happen to have stumbled upon yet again if you'll look just to your left.” He nodded in the direction and as Sentry turned his gaze, he tensed, eyes narrowing as he saw that damned Cambion back in human form playing lanceboard with a young Tiefling girl at a small table.

“Him? Really?” Sentry balked. “Astarion, please...no good is going to come of that, trust me.” “Hmmph, spoken like a true paladin. And here I thought you were a more daring sort.” The elf rolled his eyes. “Come on. Help me out just once more? It'll be worth your while.” He pressed a hand to the paladin's chest, running his hand down his armored stomach. Sentry tensed and grabbed his wrist gently, pulling his hand away. “No.” He frowned. “I'll do it if you want, but you don't need to trade for it like that. Not if you don't want to. No more of that. It makes me feel...it makes me feel sick to think you're only doing it so I'll help you....you don't have to. You're important to me, so I'll help you. Simple as that....Even if it means dealing with him...”

Astarion frowned for a moment, looking Sentry over, examining his face warily for any sign he was lying. Gods, he could almost laugh at how serious and how much like the ideal of a paladin Sentry looked right now. Sentry, who fucked more freely than a worker at Sharess' Caress. Sentry who reveled in blood and violence, Sentry who allowed himself to be flogged by a follower of his god's greatest enemy because it 'sounded fun', looking like an honest to goodness knight in shining armor. Between Sentry and Wyll it was like all of Astarion's childhood fantasies had come back to mock him and truthfully he wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. “Huh...well, wonderful then. Shall we?” He simply said as he nodded towards the table. Sentry nodded his agreement and approached, noting that Jaina and Wyll had returned and were approaching as well. Sentry noticed Mol was in a pretty tight spot in the game she and Raphael were playing, he had never been very good at lanceboard himself, but he remembered that beautiful elven woman from the memories the noblestalk had returned to him sitting at a table with the tall, stoic female tiefling and playing. Sentry turned as though to speak to his companions and made a few clumsy steps back towards the table, giving an exaggerated exclamation as his hips bumped the board, knocking the pieces astray and earning a glare from Raphael.

“Oh, sorry, you two...Took a couple knocks to the head in the last fight and then I was drinking a bit, you know, to soothe the pain.” He gave an annoyingly fake smile that caused Raphael's brow to furrow further and the corner of his mouth to turn in a snarl. “Oh, no trouble at all, Sentry. Good to see you again.” Mol gave a catlike grin. “This one's just mad cause he's just lost.” She taunted, claiming one of Raphael's pieces before getting up from the chair and sauntering off, quite pleased with herself.

“Mmm..and now that she's won, she's got a taste for it...” Raphael smirked, standing and examining his nails. Jaina and Sentry both visibly tensed, expressions darkening as they watched Raphael's eyes follow Mol. Both Wyll and Astarion noticed that Jaina looked perhaps more murderous than Sentry did at the next words that Raphael spoke. “A blushing apple, waiting to be plucked...” He smirked, eyes still on the young tiefling girl as she returned to her friends. Wyll could smell the petrichor of a coming storm as Jaina's fists clenched. He also noted Sentry was barely holding back the feral rage he'd seen come over him in battle before. “You're disgusting.” Jaina spat. “She's only a child.” “Oh come now....you and dear Mr. Ojeda should know you're still my favorite clients...” The cambion smirked. “Clients nothing. I'd put you through the fucking wall if we didn't have a question for you...” Sentry took an intimidating step forward, but Raphael only laughed at his bravado. “Oh yes, and trying to intimidate me is such a wonderful way to gain my assistance, Mr. Ojeda. Didn't your mother teach you better?” He smirked, stepping neatly past Sentry and approaching Astarion. “So, the wayward vampire spawn wants to bargain? I know what you want, boy, but you'll need to do something for me first....I'll be in touch.”

“Wait! I...” Astarion reached out as Raphael disappeared. He grimaced. “Of course that bastard can't deal with me outright about anything....Of course he has to toy with me...what did I expect?” Sentry glared in the direction Raphael had disappeared in and then turned towards Astarion with a gentle expression. “Whatever he wants, I'll help you. I already promised I would....We're in this together, like you said before.” He smiled softly. “I...” Astarion frowned and lowered his head, looking away with sigh. “Thank you...” ---- Sentry knew he couldn't put it off any longer and he slowly approached the table the high harper was sitting at waiting for him. Jaina followed as well and they both noted that Karlach was tagging along, barely hiding her excitement as seeing Jaheira in person. Sentry supposed he could see where she was coming from. The half-elf was regal and beautiful in a wild and frightening way. Certainly not his type, but he could appreciate a fine vintage. “So, I've heard you referred to as 'Mr. Ojeda'...Tell me, child...Any relation to Commander Ojeda from The Open Hand Temple in Rivington?” Jaheira asked as she poured some wine, passing a cup to Sentry and a cup to Jaina then keeping one for herself. “Yeah...she was my mum...She took me in and raised me...You knew her?” Sentry asked, wide eyed as he took a drink from his cup without a moment's thought. “I did. She was a wonderful woman and a good friend. Could drink me under the table and had a sense of humor I've rarely seen since.” The druid smiled fondly. Then she looked to Jaina. “And you, there is no denying you're Jonah Thalassia's daughter. I would recognize a Thalassia anywhere after traveling aboard Jonah's creaking old ghost ship.” “My father's ship is extremely well kept, thank you very much.” Jaina narrowed her eyes and pouted, sniffing uncertainly at the wine. “Also, there's klauthgrass in this...do you really still distrust us?” “Ha...Clever girl....I can assure you it will not affect the taste of the wine.” Jaheira chuckled, giving Jaina an appreciative smile. “What's klauthgrass?” Sentry blinked, looking down at his half drunk glass. “Think of it as a truth serum of sorts...but with only one ingredient.” Jaina replied. “Relax, it's not going to hurt you.” Still, she didn't drink from hers, until she looked back and noticed Karlach giving her a pleading look, wide eyed and clearly begging her not to make an enemy of Jaheira. Jaina sighed and took a sip. “Fine, I've got nothing to hide anyway...”

Jaheira nodded. “That is good...So...you've been infected by a mindflayer tadpole, has it affected you at all? Made you do anything odd?” “Not really...I can communicate with the others in my head but there doesn't seem to be much else to it...” Jaina replied after thinking for a moment. “I mean...same...the other stuff is, I'm pretty sure, a curse I had way before the tadpole.” Sentry shrugged. “I see...You and your friends may be the help we need to defeat the cult of The Absolute. You can pass as True Souls, but you are not controlled by your parasites as they are...They will see you as allies and that allows you to get close to them.” Jaheira frowned and inhaled deeply. “The cult at Moonrise Tower is being led by a man I thought long dead...When my Harpers and I met him on the rode, we cut him down again, only for him to shrug off the blow that should have been fatal like it was nothing...I need you to find out the source of his immortality and relieve him of it...”

Something inside Sentry stirred at the mention of that, his eyes dilating like a predator on the hunt and a strange smile crossing his face. His mind didn't register why, but his body felt excitement at the idea of destroying this general. “We'll do it!” “Although if you have any further leads or assistance, that would be deeply appreciated.” Jaina added, folding her arms across her chest. “Of course. You are not the only advantage we have. A priestess of Selune resides here at the inn, she can help you further. Speak to her upstairs before you head out.” Jaheira replied. --- As Jaina and Sentry left the high harper, Wyll approached them, motioning them over. “Counselor Florrick and the remaining Flaming Fist guards were here as well. They've gone to Baldur's Gate to seek assistance...But...apparently there's been some developments in my father's absence.” “Oh?” Jaina asked. “In our favor, or?” “I'm not quite sure...she mentioned a 'Lord Gortash' and his Steel Watch...the thing is, the Gortash I knew of was a small time political advisor and arms dealer...it seems strange he should rise to power like this...” Wyll looked troubled, more so when he noticed Karlach and Sentry's reactions to the name. A look of pain and fury crossed Karlach's face, meanwhile, Sentry's eyes widened and a look of confusion crossed his. He winced in pain as he fought to remember why that name was so familiar, why hearing it made his stomach flutter and his heart race.

“Are you two alright?” Jaina blinked, looking at the two of them with concern. “Karlach, you're burning up...” Her hand seemed to crystalize a moment and she rested it on Karlach's shoulder, the cold ice allowing her to soothingly touch her friend at least for a moment. Karlach inhaled deeply and bit her lip. “The friend I told you about, the one who fucked me over and sold me to Zariel...That's him. Enver Gortash.” She spat, lowering her head. Jaina noticed tears evaporate in the corners of Karlach's eyes. “You know...with the tieflings all here, I'll bet Dammon made it too...Let's go find him, hmm?” She offered, nodding for Karlach to follow her. Wyll and Sentry watched the two of them leave and Wyll turned to face the paladin. “Are YOU alright? You reacted strangely to that name as well...” Sentry blinked, surprised at being asked, but he simply sighed and scratched his head. “I don't know...It was strange, and now that's happened twice, my body just reacted when my mind isn't sure why...First hearing about killing that Ketheric guy, and then just hearing this lord's name...It's got to have something to do with my past, right?” Wyll regarded Sentry thoughtfully, folding his arms and tilting his head in thought. “You know, father often warned that the past can haunt you like a ghost if you aren't careful. I think this certainly seems like what you're going through. But don't worry, you have all of us to help you through it and once we reach the city, it seems we'll find some answers.” Sentry nodded. “Thanks, Wyll. I appreciate it. I dunno if I had friends before, but I'm glad I can call you one now.” “I'm sure you had friends, Sentry, a charming fellow like you?” Wyll laughed, patting Sentry's arm. “Hells, for all we know, perhaps WE even played together as children if you grew up in Baldur's Gate.” Sentry thought for a moment, the vaguest outlines of groups of boys from the temple and the lower city running about together in the sprawling park. “Maybe we did.” He smiled.

--- Sentry decided to step out a moment to breathe. That name still tumbled about in his brain. Enver Gortash. Lord Gortash. He wasn't sure if it was right or not, but his mind was beginning to thread together a connection and he fumbled in his pack, pulling out his sketchbook and flipping to the latest drawing of the dark haired man with the eyes that were deep emerald and not black. Enver Gortash. It seemed right to connect the name with this face.

A prickle ran up Sentry's spine and he turned quickly to see another familiar face. “Ah, my Malevolent Master! It has been some time since your last atrocity....We must remedy that, you know how you get when these creative ruts hit.” The fiend clucked his tongue disapprovingly and gave a nasty little grin. “But, luckily we have been granted an opportunity, haven't we?” His red eyes flicked up towards the gentle moonlight surrounding the inn. “What do you mean?” Sentry asked, snapping his sketchbook closed and following Fel's gaze with his own mismatched eyes. “That dear little cleric protects this entire place with her loathsome goddess' holy magic...” Fel practically spat the words. “But if she were to perish...The Shadow Curse would swallow this whole place...Oh, think of the slaughter, O Putrid Princeling.” “I....I can't do that...The tieflings...they...and...and my friends...” Sentry shook his head rapidly. Fel wagged a finger and shook his head. “Oh no, no, no, my Devilish Dauphin, we've been through these rebellious phases before and your great father has been oh so tolerant of your whims, the paladin training, that ill-suited paramor you took before your tragic incident, but you are a man now, my liege, it is time you claimed your birthright.” Sentry looked up at the barrier and then to the balcony. The woman who stood there was so beautiful, so serene looking. His chest clenched and he felt the urge to go up there and push her, to watch that beautiful pale hair slowly turn red with blood from her broken skull when it cracked on the stones. Swiftly, he shook it off. “I....I can't.” Fel sighed with disappointment and doffed his hat, holding it between his hands. “Well, my Odious Oligarch, you may wish to reconsider....if you fail to kill the pretty priestess, then your father will require a replacement....” Sentry felt his sketchbook slip from his hands, falling open to the latest page. A half finished sketch of a handsome elvish man with sharp features and a tumble of fine white curls. Fel looked down at the drawing and then to Sentry. “He is so afraid, so, so afraid of everyone besides you, whom he ought to be most afraid of...”Fel smirked. “You could do so much better, milord.”

Sentry shook his head, stepping back. “No...I'm not going to hurt him, he trusts me...” He felt his stomach twist in knots as he looked down at the half finished drawing. “Your clever mind is penning the tragedy as we speak! Oh, you always were such an artist, dear boy...and you did so love your copper dreadfuls...” Fel smiled fondly at Sentry. “ Your repressed urge yearns to kill.” Sentry sank to his knees, trying to control his breathing. What did Kroger always say? Tap the back of your neck, count your breathing out. He laid his hands against the base of his skull and began to breathe. “And kill you will...” Fel circled Sentry, eyes never leaving him. “Tonight, the moment you close your eyes, your favorite person will be brutalized.” Sentry closed his eyes tightly, his soothing breathing interrupted by a dry heave. Oh gods...Did he love Astarion? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck....Of course he did...the drawing...the way he'd been the one to calm him when he'd been lost in the memory. “I'm.....I'm not gonna hurt him...” “Oh, my dear boy...we all kill what we love most in time...” Fel patted Sentry's shoulder with a smirk. “You like him for more than his looks...But he'll never believe that...” Fel's eyes cast on the careful lines of the drawing, beautiful but unflinchingly accurate, the signs of trauma, of sleepless nights and years of torture and starvation had not been shied away from. Astarion's portrait, though unfinished, was perfect in its imperfection. “Why not make him a pretty corpse?” Sentry's veins went to ice as something in the back of his mind told him he could still enjoy that, that a pretty corpse was a wonderful thing, a thing he had enjoyed before and why not again? Besides, this Lord Gortash clearly had his heart, there wasn't room for any usurper no matter how much he had in common with Sentry, no matter how well he understood. Sentry shook his head as though shaking away the thoughts. “No. I'm not going to betray him. I made a promise.” “But how poetic to replace that promise with a confession of love as the light leaves his eyes...You've loved so many similar stories, after all...” Fel grinned wickedly, his breath hot against Sentry's ear as he spoke. “It is my duty to ensure you are making the right decisions, master...So you see...your choices are set before you: Kill the priestess....or kill your lover. I trust you will make your father proud.” ---

Meanwhile, at the forge near the stables, Karlach was practically shaking with excitement as she felt her body begin to cool down for the first time in a long time. “I....I can finally touch someone?” “Yes, but...the bit of bad news I mentioned...”Dammon reminded her softly, his expression somewhat mournful. “Forget about that for now! I can finally feel another person's skin against mine! I could just hug someone!” She spun around, laughing happily. Jaina smiled fondly and leapt into Karlach's arms, squeezing her tightly. “Congratulations, Karlach! How does it feel?” The taller tiefling gasped in surprise at first, but soon smiled warmly, nuzzling against Jaina's soft golden hair and inhaling the delicate scent of sea air and water blooming flowers. Was there a hint of lilac as well? “It feels...good.” Karlach whispered softly. “Thanks, Jaina.” “Of course, I'd never leave you lonely like that. You're important to me, Karlach. You're important to all of our friends.” Jaina gave another tight squeeze, letting Karlach decide when to let go. Gods knew she needed it after so long in literal hell.

It took a while, but Karlach finally set Jaina down with a gentle smile. She'd heard Dammon the first time, she knew what he was going to tell her again, that it was return to Avernus or die, but she could die happy. She'd held Jaina in her arms, she'd breathed in her comforting scent, and she knew Jaina and Wyll could be happy together. No point in confessing your love to someone just to risk them choosing you and mourning you when they could live a life of adventure with the heroic and handsome Blade of Frontiers. More than that, Wyll was a good friend and a good man, he and Jaina deserved eachother. “We'll find a way to fix your heart, Karlach.” Jaina said softly, taking her hand and squeezing it. “we aren't going to give up on you no matter what.” ---

Sentry made his way slowly back into the inn, heading towards the stairs. His expression was dazed and his steps shaky and uncertain. A small calloused hand touched his shoulder. “You look a bit worse for wear...Could you use some company?” Shadowheart looked up at him with a mixture of concern and that bit of judgment that never seemed far from her mind. “Yeah, honestly I could.” Sentry nodded as he made room for her to walk beside him as the two ascended the stairs together. “Hey...uhm.....does it...y'know...seem like I have a thing for Astarion?” Shadowheart stifled an unflattering guffaw of laughter. “Let's see, the one you're always most protective of in battle? The one you always offer your neck to no matter how you're feeling? The one you've been staring at across camp drawing a portrait of ever since he complained about his lack of reflection? No, couldn't be. Perish the thought.” “I've been doing all that? Really?” Sentry blushed, scratching the back of his neck. His gaze cast downward. “Yeah...yeah I guess I have...”

“If it's any consolation, I think he cares for you as much as he can for anyone but himself. He seems to trust you, which I've noticed is rare for him.” She continued as the two made their way to the large double doors of the suite that housed the cleric. Shadowheart wrinkled her nose and scoffed. “Ugh...Selunite magic...I can't believe we have to put up with it just to keep from dying...” “Well, I have to admit, it's a bit less painful than what Ilmater has to offer, so I'll take it.” Sentry shrugged. “We can always get you one of those little masks the deep gnomes wear when they're mining in toxic caverns.” He teased as he pushed open the doors and the two entered a large but surprisingly sparse and humble bedroom. On the balcony, that gentle, beautiful woman Sentry had seen before stood in prayer at an altar to the Moon Maiden, sending soft motes of pale light into the sky to support the barrier. “Well, I suppose we should talk to her, Jaheira did say she could help us.” Shadowheart rolled her eyes and gestured for Sentry to step forward. His blood ran cold, hesitant to get too close to her, knowing all too well it would be a battle for dominance between him and his urge. “Well, why me? You're the cleric here, you talk to her!” “Really, Sentry? You'd really make me talk to a Selunite?” Shadowheart gave him a reproachful look, a hand dramatically pressed over her heart. He folded his arms across his chest, raising an eyebrow. “ You act like you'll combust the moment you lock eyes with her. Maybe you'll even find you have something in common, she's a half-elf too. And aren't your goddesses sisters?”

Shadowheart fixed Sentry with a cold glare and stared him dead in the eyes. “I can't believe you would bring that up.” She whispered. “FINE.” Sentry sighed, gulping and taking a step forward towards the priestess. His hands twitched and he could feel a cold sweat on his brow. Fight the urge, keep it down. If anything happens to her, your friends are in danger, you can do this...”Um...ma'am?” The priestess turned, her pale eyes ringed with dark makeup which was smeared as though she'd been crying, She gave a charming smile and inclined her head politely to Sentry. “So you're the hero everyone is talking about. The True Soul who can't be controlled by the tadpole.” She mused, looking him over. “Yes, that's...that's me...I'm Sentry Ojeda...Pleased to meet you, miss?” “Isobel, a simple cleric of Selune. But I suppose Jaheira already told you that.” Isobel shook Sentry's hand. “Oh, and this is my companion Shadowheart.” Sentry nodded back to his companion, who still stood a good distance back, glaring at Isobel. “I promise, she's much friendlier than she looks.” “Not to a Selunite, however.” Shadowheart muttered. “Hmm...Well don't worry, Sharran, the feeling is quite mutual.” Isobel replied wryly with a teasing little smile. Her expression fell into a frown, however, as she turned back towards the balcony. “Wait...what's that sound?”

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i have a question ab transformers and im too scared to google it bc of what i think ill find but is there anything in canon that tells you if transformers reproduce??? and like how? do they have some sort of build-a-baby or smth??? sorry i know its late and this is absurd but its been plaguing mind for 4h now and i had to ask

Fjgng you're right to be afraid of what you'll find. There... Is a sea of fics out there.

The fandom has an extremely well curated Wikipedia, so if you're up for something more in depth, read through this article or browse through other ones.

Anyway, this is an excuse to ramble about Transformers >:) but I'll give you info on just the medias I've consumed, or know enough of.

The answer more broadly, there are cannon forms of reproduction, not sexual, per say, but the Transformers writers have a. Well. Long and weird relationship with Cybertronians having sex and especially pregnancies (yeah, you heard me right-)

To start off:

1. In one of the really old TF comics, we have a couple formed of a human woman (Cover Girl) and Brawn. They are married and also, they have a child. ...the child is not adopted. I don't if it's stated how they got there, but y'know.

2. In Beast Wars, we get protoforms.

In multiple continuities, they are basically the first stage in a robot's life. Kind of like infants. All they need is a spark (soul) and alt mode code (what they transform into) in order to develope into a fully grown Cybertronian.

The weird thing with this tho, is that you'll have characters such as Cheetor, who have been here from the start, and they'll be treated like the teenager of the group (although he IS the child appeal character), but then you'll see the ones who come along later, such as Silverbolt, who are immediately treated as an adult with full agency. Sigh.

But that's not all on reproduction in this show.

You have Rattrap at some point talk about... Bars on their home planet where waitresses walk around tits out, basically.

There are also some sex jokes, if I remember correctly. The femme fatale character takes a rod to cut it, her boyfriend cringes, and another one calls her emasculating.

For less cannon stuff that still sprung out of here; the official artists who worked on the show made a 3D render of Dinobot (main character) with... Dinobot Jr. Out on full display.

Also, at some point during the show production, someone decided to play a prank on someone else in the studio by submitting a pornographic parody of the episode script they should have originally given. Why does the fandom know this? It was leaked way back in the day before the episode aired.

Anyway, can you imagine being some poor fool thinking you're getting some exciting leaks to read and instead you get smacked with porn of the character who's literally inspired after Hannibal Lecter- also he transformers into a crab.

3. In Transformers Animated, protoforms make another return.

They basically work about the same way as they do in Beast Wars, except this time, we get Sari.

She's a protoform that somehow landed on earth, and her father, a human, touched it, which caused her to imprint on his DNA and become a hybrid.

In this show we also get several instances of objects being hit by the power of a Cybertronian relic, and making them come to life. Now, I don't know if they count as Cybertronians, since they are random ass earth objects, but they have a consciousness. Also, the same relic has been shown to be able to bring back Transformers from the dead. So.

...........

Ok. So. I received this ask forever ago, I'm so sorry for not getting to it. I've gotten busy and I can unfortunately feel my cognitive dysfunction kicking in, so I'll try to just get this done, but it'll be less detailed from now on and kinda disjointed.

Plus I was a while into writing this part and I lost the progress-

So. IDW1. The comics. They are a mess and weird.

Also, I read these years ago and I don't really remember the details.

You have hot spots on the home planet or moon. That create sparks (from the ground). Sparks can also pop out from Cybertronian relics, such as The Matrix.

Titans (HUUUUUUGE Cybertronians. They turn into cities or battle ships) may also carry hotspots that make robo babies.

Sparks harvested from this sort of thing either become cold constructs or forged. I'm not going to go into technicalities, but basically cold constructs are sparks who were taken and placed in a premade body and forged were allowed to develope naturally. If they are having trouble, a blacksmith may help them along by shaping their body. Or so I recall, at least.

I think I remember a mention in the comics about "A turbofox in heat". Turbofoxes are Transformers animals.

IDW1 also... Sports a lot of allusions to pregnancies. And. Pregnancies in general.

A lot of metaphors for pregnancies. Character is in a coma for 9 months. Another one gets a body upgrade and the entire thing is reminiscent of birth- an actual Cybertronian being mpreg with an organic alien------

^btw there was no narrative significance for this last one to happen

And. One of the main writers had... two? fanfics before he started writing cannon works. Telefunken and Eugenesis. Robots giving birth- to be fair, from their chests, from what I've heard. But the entire thing. It's. It's yeah.

Now!

IDW2.

Kiddies pop out of the ground. They are given one or two mentors. Mentors help them along to find what they want to transform into and their future jobs.

Earthspark, the Nickelodeon show, has come out pretty recently and I haven't watched it, but I think it has 3 robot kids as main characters! From what I know, they also popped out of the ground, except this time on Earth.

^also this one is canonically non binary sob

Transformers: Prime

I thiiiiiink they say Cybertronians pop out of The Well Of All Sparks? Which is a hole in their planet. Don't remember it being explored much. In the movie, a bunch of sparks fly out of it by the end, but I think it was a sort of- everybody gets revived! Yay!

The live action movies. Are also. Trippy

The ones directed by Micheal Bay are shit, but I gotta talk about them. You've got robots being sexual and creepy. But you also have sparklings. They pop out of goo eggs- I don't remember if in these movies energon or other relics posses and bring to life - I think they do tho.

However, that's an occurrence in the Bumblebee movie.

PS: I thought I posted this before I was done and I had a heart attack