#anyway so this is not good with towers and to prevent it you need to not build on loose dirt

[flying-potato2]

@thekinderwizard me an you infodumping to each other

the rant in the tags ended cus i reached 30 tags lol

pictured: nerd to nerd friendship

[ceratedfish24]

I just saw someone say that Scott has a hard time saying that he loves his teammates. I- have you watched Scott? Scott “‘We don’t need [ender]pearls, we already have the best Pearl’ right to Pearl’s face” Major? Scott “saying ‘I love you’ isn’t going to be a hard task for me cause that’s normal behavior for me” Major? Scott ‘“‘the sweetheart’ as deemed by Skizz, Impulse, and Grian” Major? Scott “‘I love you, say it back’” Major?????????? Scott the most loving person on the server other than maybe Skizz?????????????

“Scott is manipulative. He makes himself look good to protect his teammates.” “Manipulative” implies that Scott is lying. Scott stays true to his word. He’s one of the most earnest people on the server. If he isn’t going to defend someone, he tells them that he’s not going to defend them. If he says he’s going to do something for you, he’s going to get it done, which is why a lot of people value him as an ally. It might blow your mind, but Scott’s openness and honesty is what makes people trust him.

“Scott makes himself look strong.” Scott is strong. He wiped the floor with Impulse. He has escaped being chased so many times. He succeeded at a legendary and remarkably underrated bucket clutch. You think Scar’s bucket clutch was good? It was, but he was expecting to fall and onto flat land. Scott was knocked off of a tower onto a hillside. Nobody talks about that. He’s really good at PvP, and people know that. Additionally, Scott has never made himself look strong. He’s a very passive person. He doesn’t like starting fights. Bdubs is terrified of Scott, and Scott has only ever tried to be friendly to Bdubs. Bdubs just knows Scott’s reputation. Martyn is scared of Scott. Martyn has fought Scott first hand and won, and yet he did not want to make an enemy of Scott after Limited Life. Skizz picks a direct fight with a LOT of people, but he never picks a direct fight with Scott. He knows way too well how that fight’s going to go. Skizz will take on Lizzie and Scar and Tango, but he’ll never target Scott if he can avoid it. Scott knows that he’s strong. His MCC rankings are pretty solid proof. You can’t fault him for having genuine confidence in his PvP skills but not actually wanting to fight if he can avoid it. If he loses, that sucks. If he wins, he’s angered a team.

You’re calling him “manipulative” because his enemies are afraid of him and his allies trust him. That is what happens when an honest person is powerful. Most people who have had any experience with Scott know that Scott is not someone to mess with. After fighting Scott in Limited Life and being on his team in Secret Life, Impulse got WAY bolder on Scott’s team, because he trusts Scott to have his back, and Scott does have Impulse’s back. He’s constantly apologizing for Impulse and was very upset when he was asked to keep a trap secret from Impulse. Scott works so hard to be honest in a game where honesty is not always rewarded, and he does not deserve to be slandered like this, especially when nobody else is being treated like this.

Scott never makes himself out to be anything other than what he is. Lying doesn’t go well for him. He is just a guy trying to keep the fighting away from his teammates, and lying isn’t the best way to prevent that when so many people in this game are so clever or so quick to assume you’re lying anyway. Social games don’t have to be about control. Social games can be about building a reputation of integrity by having integrity.

This excludes Joel because Joel is too close to Scott in real life and will attack him because it’s funny to see your friend get irritated with you.

You know who will never say “I love you” in the life series?? Grian.

You know who was “manipulative” last session? Pearl knew there was a trap, promised not to tell her teammates, knew that Scott knew about the trap, and told him “why are we whispering? why are we crouching? there’s nothing there. you’re being paranoid”. Nobody says ANYTHING about that.

You know who likes to look strong? Bdubs, Jimmy, Ren, Impulse, and Skizz. Those are the ones who make themselves out to be bigger than they are, which is a normal strategy in a competitive situation. Bdubs loves to be LOUD and aggressive. Jimmy loves to puff his chest up and make threats, but he backs off the moment someone hits him back. Ren loves to take the lead (3rd Life, Double Life, and now Wild Life). Impulse loves to get aggressive and petty, and his confidence is often his end. Skizz LOVES to be overly aggressive once he’s allowed to kill, but he’s really bad at backing people into enough of a corner to keep them in a fight. Scott is quiet, because he doesn’t like the attention. Scott likes being distanced from the other Wild Life teams, because he likes being out of the way, but he went with the others anyway.

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2024/Day 02 - Accident

Love and Deepspace - Sylus x Reader

Don’t laugh, you told yourself inside your head. He will get even angrier, you added, nodding to yourself as you wiped the puddle of wine on top of the dining table. 

Still, you couldn’t help but feel satisfied with the whole scene that just unfolded before your very own eyes. Who could imagine Mephisto would act up and knock a glass full of expensive, really expensive wine and pretty much ruin your night?

You did. And you warned Sylus about it. “He is going to behave,” Sylus told you, a couple minutes before this unfortunate episode.

You had to bite your lips to strain yourself from pointing at him and say “I told you so”, knowing this wouldn’t help at all. But, of course, it would feel good. Amazing, even.

“I told you I’d call someone to clean it, kitten,” Sylus sighed, rubbing circles against the side of his head while keeping his eyes closed. “Are you trying to steal someone else’s work?”

Rolling your eyes, you tossed the damped napkin into a nearby tray, trying to not make another mess in the dining room. “I’m trying to help and you still find a way to complain?” You scoffed, chuckling while shaking your head, “you should be thankful I’m giving you a hand. This is your fault.”

“My fault?” Sylus hummed, arching his eyebrow, “it’s called an accident, kitten.”

“One you could’ve prevented,” you snapped back, looking down at him in his seat defiantly. It was then, however, that you noticed the wine didn’t spill over the table only, but also all over his lap. 

A loud, mocking-like laugh escaped your lips. “One you should have prevented, better saying.”

Sylus didn’t respond to that last comment, frowning and narrowing his eyes as he looked away, his chin resting against the back of his head. Oh, he was angry. Still, this was too good to be let out of the hook like that.

“Come on, I’m just teasing you,” you said, deciding to show some compassion for him. You picked up another dry napkin and quickly approached him, towering over his seat. “Here, let me help you.”

“What are you doi- hmph!” Sylus tensed up suddenly as you brushed the napkin against his thighs. You could clearly see his jaw pressing up and his hand tightening the grip around the armrest. What in the-

“Are… you ok?” You said, moving a little closer and resting your hand over his knee before dragging the napkin over his lap again. This time, however, he stopped you halfway into the swiping. 

“K-Kitten,” he coughed, taking a deep breath before looking at you while holding your wrist, “there’s… no need to, really.”

You blinked, confused. “What's wrong? Let me help you-”

“Don’t- ah!” Sylus gasped and froze on the spot. It took a second for you to process why he didn’t want you touching his thighs, but once realization settled in, you couldn’t help but smirk at him.

“Oh, Sylus, did it tickle?”

He sighed, again, trying to intimidate you with a piercing look. “Kitten,” he mumbled, hoping it would work.

Well, it didn’t. “Sorry, it was just an accident. Let me try it again ~”

A/N: Is it still an accident if we do it on purpose? Well, who knows ~

Anyway, I'd like to gift this one prompt to @ppystkposts, because she pesterted me during 3 days to write it and witnessed me suffering during the process (jk, i love you)

Thank you all for sticking by and see you tomorrow with the next prompt ~

[darby-rowe]

18+ | nsfw | mdni cw fem!reader, daughter of aphrodite, MAJOR AGE GAP (R IS OF LEGAL AGE), dubcon (r is half-awake), coercion, p in v, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, implied size kink, usage of the phrase "little girl", not proofread

something lures you to wake up in the middle of the night. and in the few seconds it takes you to accustom yourself back to reality, you know who’s calling. you’re already praying to him to not make his presence known to his sons and daughters — clarisse is already suspicious enough as it is, and you don’t need her calculating, judging eyes on you for the next week.

it’s risky and stupid — sneaking out of the aphrodite cabin in the middle of the night, but you do it anyway. you do it for him and his persuasive, dominant aura that never failed to bring you to your knees. as your fuzzy slippers meet the cold, forest floor, you’re careful with every step you take as to not draw attention to any suspecting creatures. it's dark, a little ominous, but you feel his presence draw nearer.

and then you see him — standing ever so tall, towering over you, making you feel small and insignificant. you walk towards him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and moaning about how tired you were. a tinge of annoyance spreads through you as you hear him chuckle mockingly at you.

"c'mon, sweetheart," ares taunts, already pushing up against the nearest tree. you feel his large cock, hard and confined within his jeans, pressing up against your clothed ass. "wake up a lil' — it's not fun if you're falling asleep on me,"

you moan again, both from him grinding against your ass and from being woken up too early. "i'll try," you say, voice small and adorable. you gasp slightly as you feel ares rip down your pajama shorts and panties down to your ankles.

slowly, teasingly, ares rubs the tip of his cock through your folds and you're immediately soaked, earning another chuckle from the god of war. "good little girl. already so wet for my cock, yeah?"

you gasp, feeling him enter your tight cunt, stretching you open over his large dick and you throw your head back. ares takes this opportunity and places his hand on your throat as leverage as he ever so slowly begins to thrust in and out of you. soon enough he's pounding his pelvis against your ass, making you emit choked whines with each thrust of his cock.

you hear him growl under his breath. "perfect little pussy. so fuckin' tight for me. you love getting used like this, don't you? and no one ever has to know, right?"

he asked you a question, but you're already drunk on his cock that you don't respond. this earns you a slap on the ass that makes you yelp and little bit too loud for your liking. and ares's powerful frame has your smaller body in his hands. he could break you and turn you into dust if he really wanted to.

"answer me, little girl," ares growled derisively in your ear, not letting up on his thrusts whatsoever. "no one knows that you get fucked by a god nearly every night, don't they?"

you whimper pathetically, shaking your head. "n-no sir," you stutter. "no one knows. not even mr. d, nor chiron—"

"not even your mother knows," ares added. "she doesn't know that i fuck her daughter like some worthless slut, using you like leftovers when your mother doesn't give me exactly what i want. ooh, yeah, but you like that. you like being a slut to the god of war, don't you? say it," ares's big hand grips your jaw, preventing your head from moving. "say you like being a little slut,"

you were already so close to cumming. you could feel your lower abdomen begin to coil to the point of release and your legs begin to shake underneath you. with whiny moans still pouring out of your mouth, you speak, "yes, 'm your slut, sir. just a fucking cockslut, all for you. i love it. i love it so much...!"

as those final words slip your mouth, you reduce to nothing but nonsensical babbling and whimpering as your orgasm rocks your entire being. you don't even notice ares cumming inside you until you begin to feel his seed dripping out of your used cunt.

ares slips out of you and stuffs his cock back into his jeans. and it's incredible how quickly he catches his breath because, in no time, he's no longer panting. you pull up your panties and shorts, and with a ruffle of your hair, ares says his final words before leaving you alone once again until next time.

"go back to your cabin," he commands. "if anyone catches you this time, you tell them you were sleepwalking; dreaming of..." he trills his lips before shrugging. "i don't fuckin' know, going to sephora to get a new liquid blush or something. but don't tell anyone i was here, or we're done, understand?"

you flash him a smile — one so innocent it could have made him hard again. "i understand, sir,"

[moonlit-imagines]

Told You So

Lip Gallagher x reader

warnings: abuse ment

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Lip and reader are close friends who grew to have feelings for each other, but reader is in a toxic relationship (doesn’t have to be physically abusive you can write what you’re comfortable with, I don’t mind either way) . The Gallaghers already know because they’ve had to help them out a few times. Readers partner doesn’t like Lip/The Gallaghers so reader isn’t really aloud to be at the house. One day reader is having a shitty day and decides to go see Lip anyway. Maybe reader’s partner finds out or sees them together and tries to drag reader away but Lip isn’t having it. Maybe they (Lip and R’s partner) fight, ofc Lip win, and it ends in reader patching him up and they maybe they kiss🤭”

“Fuckin’ ay…” Lip mutters loud enough for you to hear as you both sit at a standstill on the swings at a nearby park. His curse interrupts your conversation, one that was already stressing him out enough since it seemed to be the same one you always had.

“Speak of the devil, I guess…” You noticed what—or rather, who he was talking about when your boyfriend could be seen across the street, headed straight towards the two of you. “You can go, Lip. I don’t want you to have to deal with any of this.” Lip sat motionless on the swing, eyes dead locked on your boyfriend. “Lip, you hearing me? I said get out of here. He’s gonna flip.” You waved your hand in front of his face and before you knew it your boyfriend stood in front of him.

“Hey, big guy!” Lip got up, wielding a wide smile that left your boyfriend unsettled. “It’s so great to see you here, I was starting to worry that maybe that bruise on your eye was gonna prevent you from being able to, what do you always say? ‘Look after y/n.’” You and your boyfriend looked at each other in confusion and back to Lip, then your boyfriend took a step forward to intimidate. Too bad for him, Lip wasn’t one to back down.

“The hell you say to me?” Said your boyfriend, towering over Lip and ready to fight since the last time he told him to stay the hell away from you. Lip always made him feel insecure it seemed.

“Oh, I guess that bruise isn’t quite there yet.” Lip sarcastically poked the side of his face with a smirk. “You’re gonna want to ice it, though.” Suddenly, a punch was thrown by your friend and you gasped as your boyfriend nearly fell back.

“Lip, stop!” You shouted and jumped off the swings to distance yourself from their fight. Your boyfriend was quick to fight back and there were fists and blood flying practically everywhere. Lip made sure to get a few good licks to the eye like he promised, getting on top and landing punch after punch after punch until your boyfriend threw him off and gave up.

“Man, I don’t give a shit anymore. Have y/n, they’re not worth all this.” Your boyfriend spat blood onto the dirt and left, leaving Lip laying in the dirt and laughing dryly at the pale grey sky.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You asked him as he continued his laughter. “Lip, you shouldn’t have done that. He’s leaving, I have to go after him!” You began to panic and as you walked by him, Lip grabbed your ankle.

“Dude, you’re crazy. Just let him leave.” Lip calmly said through light panting. “He doesn’t give a shit about you. I do.” Lip let you go and to his surprise, you actually stayed. You stared down at him and just watched him watching you. You saw all this dirt and mud and muck and blood all over his face and clothes. “Let’s just go back to my house, forget all this shit happened.”

“Yeah…you look like hell.” You replied jokingly. Well, it was true, but you said it jokingly. “But I want to fix it.”

“Don’t.” He replied bluntly. “But maybe you could fix me? I might need some stitches, that son of a bitch has some dumbass rings.”

“Oh, I can see the skull indent on your forehead.” You crouched down to look at him closer.

“Can you?” He asked, rubbing the area you were staring at.

“No.” You chuckled. “Get up. Let’s go.” You held out your hand and helped him to his feet, noticing he was a little dizzy. “Will you ever give my boyfriends a chance or will it always be like this?” You asked him, walking down the middle of the empty street.

“Will you ever give me a chance?” He replied, looking straight ahead as not to fill his head with any hope or embarrassment by your first reaction. You didn’t say anything. “I don’t just hate your boyfriend’s for no reason. And I don’t hate them out of jealousy either.”

“Then why do you hate them?” You asked him, trying to hear it in his own words.

“Why the hell do you think, y/n?” Lip’s voice raised a bit and he scoffed. You stuffed your hands in your coat pockets and continued on in silence, feeling a little hurt that he wasn’t more gentle with you. “Y/N, you know. I know you know. Everyone knows. You date these shitty guys then run to me when there’s a problem with your shitty guy and every time I sit there and I tell you he’s a shitty guy and he shows you just how shitty he is and we do it all over again. I’m a shitty guy, too, but I’m never gonna treat you like that.”

“You’re not a shitty guy.” You said quietly.

“No, I am. But I wouldn’t be to you.” Lip kicked a rock across the street and moved along, still unwilling to look at you. “You should just give me a chance. I’m tired to beating your boyfriends up when I can just be your boyfriend.”

“I’ll think about it.”

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[melodic-haze]

Hmm i just had a thought about the recent fic w Arlecchino

What if she had a muzzle on w bunny suit🧐

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Breeding, size kink, reader has a cock/strap referred to as such

☆ — NOTES: I'm ngl it's been several Arle fics now that idk which one you were on ab but it's okay gwenchana. Anyway you lot really want to breed her huh (same though)

Good luck convincing Arlecchino to wear a bunny suit actually HAHAHA

She'd do anything for you, really she will!!!! She's so dedicated to you—worshipping you in the same way a diety was meant to be worshipped—that it's actually scary for the both of you, how much of a hold you have on her. But she has some reservations about such a risqué bit of clothing 💀

Not like you blame her though, considering how it wasn't usually her style. Lucky for you, however, YOU get special treatment :3 all it takes is one look at the outfit, one look at her and some time and voila!!! She'll concede—hell, she might even surprise you :3

"You're.. you're sure, right? I know you were kinda against it at first—I feel bad if I ended up forcing you into something you-- mm."

A finger was on your lips, the gesture's message quite clear as your beloved spoke amidst your commanded silence, "I'm sure, yes. I admit I am.. apprehensive, but your longing gaze is more than enough to convince me to, ah.. experiment."

"Really..?"

"Yes. You do not take me for my word?"

"No, I do! It's just..." You huffed out a sigh as you gently took the hand on your lip and took it in your own, "I just don't want you to feel as if you were obligated to entertain my every whim."

You see her eyes soften at your concern and she squeezes your hand as a form of reassurance from your often-so-stoic lover, "You should know better than to believe I would ever compromise my own comfort for something like this."

"And besides," she continues, "surprisingly, I've come to enjoy being.. well, your prey of sorts. Perhaps the outfit may elevate the interest to another level, hm?"

You couldn't help but stare at her, boldness practically radiating off of your lover despite the position you both know she truly holds within the privacy of your bedroom walls. Such boldness prompted an imagined flash of images in your mind—blackened hands all tied up, drool escaping her lips within confining barriers, tears escaping as sinful noises of wet skin-to-skin impact echo along with her moans—and you feel something akin to a hot flash within your core.

Ever so observant, her eyes go half-lidded as she looks up at you, her grin a touch sharper than before, "I see that I have awakened your imagination."

"Maybe."

"You need not imagine it, my beloved." Her voice reduces itself to something of a low purr, "All you need to do is command me, and I will do whatever you wish."

"That's a dangerous promise to make."

"Coming from a dangerous woman such as I, I dare say it balances the scales."

I love dialogue lol anyway tell her to do so and she will do it ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ and next thing you know you're facing a woman much shorter than you've always known her to be, clad in such a revealing outfit and a muzzle to prevent her from biting so much. She had 'protested' against the latter at first, but you both know from the way that she so very easily accepted such a thing that she was all for the extra torture, not being able to make a mark on you (she forgets that her nails'll probably do the job for her anyway LMAO)

When she's laid out 'helplessly' on the bed as you tower over her, when you put your hand on the flat of her stomach and the both of you see the clear size difference, when you look at her and see so much anticipation and carnal lust practically glazing her eyes? Oh god the both of you KNOW you're not going out this room for a WHILE

She is COMPLETELY at your mercy—you can toy with her all you want, alternating between overstimulation and edging her with whatever is at your disposal until she can't take it anymore so she has to actually beg you to fuck her dumb and reduce all trains of thought into mush. She considers begging as below her, and yet she can't help but let out these reluctant pleas that only seem to gain a more.......willing quality with them in due time. Just make sure to torture her until her composure snaps, giving her her own sort of medicine and having her experience her very own mindbreak through overwhelming pleasure

To see this woman, who is so utterly feared to the point where crowds would part for her in fear that she would plunge her blackened hands into their chest and staining them red, cling to you and hump your cock like a bitch in heat is such a harrowing contrast.......but there is certainly that feeling of something more

Perhaps it's the fact that there was the urge to pin her down into a mating press and stuff her silly until she gets kids on her own ☺️ seeing her take all these children in at the Hearth and not having any herself.....why, for some reason you found yourself feeling like you just had to give her some children of her own. She seems to adore them, so whyever not ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

Even as dazed-out as she is, she can see something change inside you as your objective goes from fucking her silly to something a lot more feral. Doesn't necessarily help that, yk, you have her in a bunny suit. And yk how bunnies just love to breed

As much as Arlecchino had tried to tell you to slow down for a brief moment, it's as if all noise has been blocked out from your senses, save for the sounds your lover makes and the sinfully wet noises that are produced as you piston into her again and again and again and again.

You roughly pushed her down into the matress, now damp and messy from a mixture of your bodily fluids, as you made sure to bottom out inside her as quickly as you drew back—the harsh assault on her hole had hit spots within her she didn't even realise you could hit, not to mention the force of your movements being more than enough to easily stretch her out and mold her insides to fit you and only you.

It was obvious that there was no way any mercy was going to be given to her. The Harbinger could only lay there and take everything you give her like some kind of fleshlight, the 'fight' within her long gone (if she even had some left in her to begin with).

God I need to separate these bc I can't just choose one thank yew bc both are very very very VERY good

If you had a dick:

You were so utterly determined to fill her and making sure your seed takes by the end of your session. If it meant basting her insides with white-hot cum and having it all stuffed inside her to the point where it has no where to go but out by force, then you'll cum inside her over and over again until you can't anymore.

And when your hand goes to press down on her abdomen, you can see the mixture of cum inside her practically spray out at the edges. She can't take it anymore, even she says so, and yet you can't help but wonder just why is her pussy still milking you as if her life depended on it?

Because she's greedy.

Because right now, no longer was she Arlecchino—she was your very own rabbit, hungry for your potent seed.

If you're using a strap:

You know of your limitations—without anything extra such as magical means, you cannot actually have her bare your children. But whyever would you let that stop you, especially when you had benefits that more than makes up for your lack of organic appendages?

If you had the real thing then you could stuff her silly until it takes (and even beyond that), but one can easily make up for it in other qualities such as size and shape.

And really, whatever's stopping you from filling her to the brim with artificial cum instead?

The world is your oyster, and Peruere was nothing but your very own porcelain fuckdoll at this point.

I need to breed her every which way idc if I don't have a dick, if there's a will there's a way

When she realises what you're trying to do, she can't help that sudden jolt that completely overtakes her—her hips practically shoot from the bed, pushing your cock in even deeper, before you push her back down while she lets out a silent scream. By GOD the fact you want to breed her, fill her, make sure a child of YOURS growing inside her, making a mark beyond just her skin.........oh it gets her going in ways she never would've fathomed before

By the end of your VERY long and productive session, it's VERY clear you've both fucked like rabbits from the mess all over the place and the liquid practically gushing from her abused hole. After everything, you finally take off her muzzle, only for you to lead her drool-coated mouth all the way down to the base of your cock to clean it up. She doesn't even protest either, easily taking it like a good girl and making sure that she does a good job in cleaning you up and finishing you off. All you need to do is plug her up properly, feeling all the cum stuffed inside her through the small pauch of her abdomen, where her womb is 🫶

"..I had known this was a possible outcome, and yet I cannot help but be surprised by your control, or lack thereof."

You groaned, covering your face with your hands as you rolled on your side, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me! You just looked so irresistible and before I knew it I just--"

"Don't take my words as a form of reprimand, darling." You feel her hands take your own from your face, her lips finally kissing them—you—after a long time of having it muzzled, "I enjoyed it. You are already aware of my.. likes and dislikes, especially when it comes to the rougher parts of the activity. I gave you control, and you willingly seized it."

"I guess..."

"And besides," she muses with a small smile on her face, "I am.. not necessarily opposed to the thought of it."

"Of what?"

"Getting bred."

A warm flush spreads through your cheeks as you gave her a light swat, "You! You are so shameless! What happened to being polite and cryptic?!"

"Do we really need such pleasantries by this point? Seeing that you were rather determined to take me all for yourself, after all..."

"Oh my god."

A deep laugh rumbles within her, the sound so rare and precious that you'd want to keep it all to yourself, and you can't help but laugh along with her as you bask in the afterglow. When your laughter settles down, the two of you end up with your legs tangled up together as you lay there in companionable silence.

Though eventually she decides to break it, "Shall I go and run us a bath?"

"You can stand after all that? Geez, seems like I did a bad job," you joked.

Arlecchino huffed out lightly with a smile, "No, you've rendered me utterly near-useless—a feeling that I don't usually enjoy. Yet the fact that I don't seem to mind it all that much should show that you are special to me."

You feel that heat in your cheeks again at the proclamation, "Archons, and when I aim to have you all sappy like that in public you don't even dare move a muscle."

"Time and place, dear. Time and place. Now," she questions again, "shall I run us a bath? We can take care of the mess later."

You nodded, "Mm, if you don't mind then. But can we take it together?"

You see her eyes crinkle, the glow that the red crosses within them softening like a tender flame, "Of course. I shall be back in a few moments, then."

She gets up, and you pride yourself for being the reason why your lover temporarily goes off balance from a sudden tremor in her legs before collecting yourself.. and you can't help but stare at the remaining cum staining the sides of the plug and the apex of her thighs as she walks off.

She doesn't take the plug off when you go and take the bath together. Wonder why 😋

[2kverrr]

MATT TAYLOR - Dating Headcanons

UNTIL DAWN || Matt Taylor x Reader

like every other year, the washington family open up their lodge to their teenagers for the winter. everybody had been waiting for this time of year, booze all week long, no rules, only friends, snowfights, blasting music in the middle of nowhere - to put it shortly, it's haven.

big movie nights on the big projector with hot chocolates and lots and lots of booze

you and matt had been plotting activities since summer, dodgeball in the main living area - come on, it's massive. what else are you meant to do in a room that big?

sledding - even if it meant falling off the edge of a cliff, its all apart of the fun.

matt loved making plans with you, you've never been too sure why, because you're not very punctual, you're an extremely dangerous driver and quite forgetful.

he's an attractive guy, sporty and in shape, really kind; it was a mystery to you why he was still single. it's not like girls actually go for brains anymore - you don't think so anyway.

secretly the group were rooting for the two of you, you oblivious of course, but matt had planned this all out, all fun and games but then you 'accidentally' trip or 'accidentally' fall and in desperate need of a knight in shining armour, then that's where he comes in, heroic and masculine, you are immediately in love with him, you get married, move to fiji and have 4 kids (the first of the bunch HAD to be called matt. jr). it's pretty specific.

it's the day of the winter break we'd all been waiting for, mike had already prepped matt for this big breakthrough. mike slaps his hand onto his face and slowly drags it drown with a grown, "bro, stop being such a pussy - worst she can say is no. no?" the two continue to stroll towards the lodge, slightly unsure where they were headed in the snowy atmosphere. “yeah, i get that,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, “but what if she laughs at me?” the thought made his stomach twist uneasily, and he shot mike a frantic glance. you knew matt's used to being the object of jealousy, he's much like mike in that sense, he doesn't have to do much to be adored by people. “dude, she’s not some goddess in a tower,” mike said, rolling his eyes. “she's just a girl! think about it. you’ve spent half your life being friends, spilling deepest and darkest secrets, spending the majority of your time together - hell even your distant family have nicknames for him. "god damn it man! you know her better than anyone, so you should be first to know how she'd react.” matt shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to portray an air of confidence he didn’t truly feel. “just be yourself. you’ve got this.” he whispers, spotting you exiting from the ski lift, patting matt on the shoulder and leaving him with you.

the walk up was oddly awkward, in fact the first 3 days were uncomfortable with the curly-headed boy.

of course, that did not stop you from getting black out drunk every night. day drinking faded into beer pong, then faded into shot competitions, then another cheeky drink when you woke up to prevent any hangover.

matt tried his hardest to get you to lay off the drink, but automatically josh would interrupt and tempt you even more.

it had to be past midnight at this rate, ashley fell asleep on the couch with chris, beth gently placing a blanket over the two of them. sam was attempting to defuse a row between mike and emily as hannah observed hopefully, while josh was falling asleep mid-conversation with jess - embarrassing. all while you were basically fighting matt to grab the bottle out of his hands. “give!” you reach out, but just like every other time, matts long arms push at your shoulder to keep your distance. you huff, stumbling back with half closed eyes, “cocksucker. i’ll find something else. hell - i’d eat crack if josh had any.” you remark with flailing arms. you had promised yourself a good time, a good time that didn’t involve battling your best friend for a taste of liquor. "come on, how about we go find the biggest bed for you to sleep in, i'm sure emily won't notice." his eyebrows raise, awaiting your drunken response. your mouth drops in a shocked manor and your eyebrows furrow as though your offended, "wow - matt, nice going." you try to cross your arms but you end up stumbling into the counter, the boy's hands immediately reach out to stabilise you. "it'd take a lot more than that to take me to bed, thank you very much, mr taylor." you scold, trying to inject a sense of indignation into your slurred words. the room felt like it was swaying gently; perhaps it was the alcohol or maybe just your overwhelming desire to keep your balance. you glared at matt, half-heartedly trying to regain your composure, but the corners of your mouth couldn't help but twitch into a smirk.

you couldn't remember much after that, besides the blinding light bursting through the curtains beaming into your eyes, only a single silhouette there to block it.

you're quite used to getting black out drunk, in fact you've got a casual routine, wake up, hole into your head until you stumble towards the cabinet wherever you are, managing to grab some sort of pill. lie in the bath - this is a crucial step. no water besides from when you awkwardly attempt to drink some from the tap. eventually you throw up the pills you'd taken, so you take a few more. at this point you should be okay to get up and carry on with your day.

you tell yourself this is how it’s meant to be; the routine is as much a part of your identity as the lingering pallor in your cheeks. you’ll put on a brave face, mask the chaos with a smile, and carry on with your day, ever-so-slightly hopeful that today might be different.

though you're not so used to going on a three day bender, every drink you consume having at least a drop of some form of alcohol. so your routine didn't exactly apply.

"hey," a voice whispers, slowly placing a cold cloth on your head, “you okay?” it’s light and gentle, a contrast to the erratic thrum inside your skull.

you squint against the light and the silhouette shifts, revealing matt, but this time with a softer expression, worry etched into the corners of his eyes. “you were insane last night,” he says, half-smiling, half-concerned. matt takes a deep breath, the worry still lingering in his eyes, and leans back in his chair, allowing you some space.

“seriously, what were you thinking?” he asks, his tone shifting to something more serious.

“you can’t just push yourself like that, especially when you know you haven’t slept in days.” the warmth of his concern wraps around you, thick and palpable, grounding you even as the room spins slightly.

"shit, " you roll over, while trying to sit yourself up, "i'm really sorry" your hands slowly and deeply massage your face, "can't remember a thing."

matt softly chuckles, placing his hands onto the arm rests, “well, where to begin? you were fighting me for a drink. scolded me for tying to sleep with you, which was the opposite of what i was doing. you searched the house for cigarettes and eventually gave up and tried to uber 3 bricks of coke to the lodge. erm… you threw up in the hot tub, on the counter, on emily, on me and i think a bit of miles show when you threw up on emily for the second time.”

you suppress a groan, sinking back into the chair as matt’s words cascade over you, each one accompanied by an embarrassing flashback that jolts through your mind like electric shocks.

"what?" it was all you could say. frozen and still in your own embarrassment.

“oh! and let’s not forget the part where you tried to convince jessica that she was actually a mystical mermaid forced on earth to enchant her way into human hearts."

you open your mouth to speak but the curly-haired boy continues.

“-not quite done yet, darling. you couldn’t let go of this ‘mermaid theory’, convinced you could see jess’s scales. so you flung your drink at her and then yelled ‘be free, my aquatic queen’ right in her face.”

you wince, burying your head in your hands. “for fuck's sake, please tell me you're lying,” you let out a muffled groan. matt's infectious laughter rings in your ears, despite your mortification and god awful pain you're in.

matt leans forward, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “and after your mermaid debacle, you decided to perform a dramatic interpretation of 'under the Sea' from The Little Mermaid for the whole living room."

you immediately butt in, "liar!" you rarely ever laugh in front of your friends, never mind whatever this is.

"i swear I’ve never seen sam laugh and cry at the same time.” he shakes his head, barely able to contain his amusement as he gestures broadly, “you were flapping your arms like a fish out of water, and the way you-“

you roll your eyes, “enough!” you raise your voice, a slight anger in your tone as your embarrassment begins to ebb. you immediately feel bad for the once giddy boy, "sorry, i don't usually tend to have hangovers this bad…" you say, a hand attempting to tame the pounding in you heard, you put the boy at ease with a smile, "…did i at least have a good audience?"

"an audience of friends who might never look at you the same way again,” he teases, but his smile is warm and understanding. “but hey, that’s what makes us family, right? You do something outrageous, and we love you for it. maybe not jess… or emily. but the rest of us do. i love you.” his words hang in the air, unsure of their stance, good bad? neither of you knew.

“you love me?” you manage to say, half teasing and half genuinely astonished, heart fluttering uncomfortably in your chest.

he briefly fixes his posture, shuffling in his seat, “maybe. even thought you can be a bitch and you have a slight alcohol issue, you’re still lovable.”

you take a moment to take a note of reality, the mess on the floor, presumably caused by you. your hair was unspeakable, makeup smudged, deep and heavy eye bags, one of your lashes hanging off your cheek while your other was probably exploring the outside, it’s definitely… a look.

“even after all this?” you wave down your body and across the room

he leans forward, fiddling with his thumbs, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. “that’s exactly it,” he says gently, “you’re unpredictable, messy and unapologetically you, and i think it’s fucking awesome. you’re so… so, so, so real.”

his sincerity makes the room feel smaller, as it the weight of his words could encircle you both in an element of quiet intimacy. you can throw but smile, your heart swelling. “so, what does this mean for us?” you query hopefully.

“maybe it’s the start of something new.”

you made the bold decision to lay off of the drink for your own sake (also because it took you the rest of the week to recover) - instead you’d accompany matt in whatever he was up to.

mike felt a bit disappointed that his pep talk was wasted on a sappy conversation rather than a manly knight in shining armour act.

jess eventually forgave you, insuring you tell her everything about the two of you. emily would occasionally listen in nonchalantly as she clearly hadn’t forgave you for the sick-tuation (get it? i’m so sorry)

matt takes pride in waking you up with a drink or some food, it’s a bit difficult when your only options are out of the washingtons’ sparse cabinets.

you had to make a slight change in your ‘how you got together’ story when meeting his parents, either way they loved you, and thought you were a great reason for matt to take his laser focus off of football.

speaking of football, you’re at every game wearing some old spare shirt he had laying around.

when he first met your parents, god it was something you should’ve prevented. matt sides with your mum’s every word, dishes, staying out too late, waking up too early. honestly everything and anything.

he’s easily the most caring, you’re always on his mind, your wants, your needs, what you’re doing, how you’re doing.

in return you help him study, you’re not much smarter, but with matt, you find fun in the coursework.

[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

"Where are you going? Look, the Titans needs us-"

"Fuck them, Rose. Fuck all of you"

"Jason, please! Where are you gonna go?? We can figure something out!"

When Jason left with Rose out of Gotham City, you were heartbroken. You kept a one-sided love hidden, thinking it would be too selfish to confess your feelings to him while he's in an unstable state of self hatred. But when Dick revealed that he killed Deathstroke's son just moments after you managed to get Jason to step away from the ledge, you almost let your secret slip when Jason was swiftly packing his things as you begged him to stay.

"Figure what out, Y/N? Huh? Why are you even staying? Almost everyone is leaving anyway, and Dick is just a liar," Jason argued, stuffing his duffle bag with whatever clothes he could find.

"Because the Titans are the only family I have! At least Gar is staying. But you don't have to leave, Jay"

"And why shouldn't I? There's nothing for me here. Everyone hates me, hell, even you probably hate me. You only got me off the roof out of pity"

"That's not true, Jason."

"Then why else would you?!"

"Because I-" You quickly stop yourself, knowing things would only become worse if your feelings were revealed. So you took a deep breath and took a second to calmed down.

"Because you're my friend, Jay. One of the best friends I ever had. And I don't want you to leave," you say quietly.

Jason stared at you for a couple of seconds before taking your hand in his. "Then come with us. You don't have to do everything Dick tells you to anymore, no more lies, no more half truths."

You sighed, "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Yeah, I don't think I like the idea of third wheeling you and Rose," you try to joke, but your heart actually aching at the thought. "But seriously, I don't think leaving is a good idea, especially with Deathstroke around. And being alone with his daughter, I mean-"

"Wait, what you don't trust her or something?" Jason interrupts you, taking slight offence.

"I'm just saying to be cautious, Jason. I mean, Deathstroke already kidnapped you once and-"

"And what? You think Rose is working with him? Jesus Christ, and I thought I was fucked up," He scoffs. "Y'know, Rose admired that I made it out alive from her dad. I managed to make it out alive, and you still think I'm weak?"

"Jason, I never said that!-"

"Nah, fuck this, you're just like everyone else here," Jason says, zipping his bag close and storming out the room.

"Jason!" You tried calling out, just for him to ignore.

-

"What, was it part of Daddy's training to fuck me this whole time?!" Jason yells at Rose. "I'm done with this shit," he says, grabbing his bag, starting to leave the home the two raided.

Rose quickly grabbed onto his arm to prevent him from leaving.

"Look, none of this was supposed to happen. It just did," she tries to tell him, but he ignores her, tearing his arm away from her grip.

"Get the fuck off me." He cries, and as if by reflex, Rose strikes a punch at him, blood quickly falling down his now broken nose.

"C'mon! Fight me! You know you want to!" She says in desperation.

Jason sends a cold stare. "Are we done?" She doesn't reply, tears building up in her eye. "We're done," he says, walking towards the door as Rose cries.

"Where are you going? Look the Titans needs us!" She calls out to him as he reaches the door.

"Fuck them, Rose. Fuck all of you," he replies, finally walking out the door with only one thing on his mind.

You.

He hailed the first cab he could find, telling the driver to head back to Gotham City.

All he could think about was how stupid he was to you. You were right, and he just left you like you were nothing. You saved him, and he treated you like dirt. You said he was your friend, and he abandoned you.

He rushed out the taxi after paying the driver, running up to the small apartment you were living at. You spent most of your time in Titan's Tower, but went back to your place when you wanted to be fully alone.

Your apartment was only big enough for one person, granted there were ants here and there, and a little mould growing in some places, but you saw it as your own place.

Jason knocked on your door three times, followed by a call of your name. He knocked again, a little louder, and a little more desperate. What if you weren't home? He couldn't go back to Titans Tower, he wasn't ready to see everyone else.

When no one answered, his shoulders slumped, and was about to walk away.

But your door opened, and you appeared on the other side, rubbing your red eyes with a fluffy blanket draped over your shoulders and your hair running wild as it was tangled and bunched all over the place.

"Jesus, who died," you say groggily, having not registered who knocked on your door.

Jason's eyes brightened as he returned to the front of your door.

"Y/n.." He softly called out. You stopped rubbing your eyes as you looked up at him, eyes widening as you couldn't believe Jason was standing right in front of you.

"Jason.." You replied, not knowing what to say. "How have you- uhm.. D'you wanna come in?" You awkwardly offered, Jason nodding as you stepped aside for him to walk in.

You directed him towards the couch. "Uh.. do you want something to drink or..."

"No." Jason quickly replies. "I- I just needa talk to you."

You nod, walking over to sit beside him on the couch.

"So.."

"I'm sorry," he says, looking at you with those glassy eyes. "You were right. Rose was spying on me, working with Deathstroke, you were right. I should've listened to you, I should've stayed. Just- just say I told you so and-"

You interrupted Jason by lunging towards him, blanket falling off as you wrapped your arms around him. "I'm so glad you're back," you said, your voice muffled.

Jason sits there in shock, slowly wrapping his arms around your middle. "You- You're not mad?"

You pull away, "Why would I be mad?" You ask, hands boldly reaching up to hold his face.

"Why wouldn't you be! I treated you like shit! I didn't listen to you, then I just left! How could not hate me?" He says in an outburst.

All you do is sigh and look away.

"What? What is it?" Jason asks.

"It's because I love you, Jay," you finally confess. Jason's eyes widened and was left speechless. All he could do was lean closer as his gaze shift down to your lips.

You lightly chuckle as you olace a hand against his chest to stop him.

"Stop. You're only doing that because of guilt," You say.

But Jason shakes his head. "No. No, I don't believe I am," he replies. "You've no idea how much I wanted this. Ever since you joined the team, I promise you."

You sighed. "Listen, you just parted ways with Rose, I don't actually think you-"

"A chance," he interrupts. "Give me a chance to show you how much I care for you. How much I feel the same for you. Take you out on dates, give you flowers, whatever. Just a chance, and if you still don't believe it, fine, I leave you be. But a chance is all I beg for."

You look down at your fiddling fingers, eyebrows furrowed, wondering whether or not he's telling the truth.

"One chance," you say. "One chance and one chance only. If you screw this up, then that's that."

Yeah I didn't really know how to finish it off, like I had the idea for the start but didn't know how to make the rest of the story so its pretty shit, but at the same time, its 2am so whatevah

Jason smiles, bringing you in for a tight embrace. "You won't regret it, I promise you, mama."

[pininghermit]

Mockery of Errors

Pairing: Alucard x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Alucard's got a personal idiot to save him decade's worth of therapy.

AN: some nsfw vocab so minors dni

"Omg oh no I am so sorry."

Three pairs of eyes stare at you.

"I can get myself out," you mumbled, shuffling awkwardly. Turning to leave through the broken window you entered by, you paused. "Oh crap," you muttered, glancing at the shattered glass and then back at the golden-haired vampire, who you assumed was the owner.

"I can pay for the damages," you offered, patting your pockets frantically. You desperately hoped you hadn't been an idiot and left your purse at home. You studiously avoided looking at the vampire's bare, luminous legs.

Was that… rope? Your eyes widened at the crimson bundle peeking out from under the bed. Great. You'd just stumbled into some bizarre threesome. Just your luck.

The commotion seems to snap the supposed lord out of his shock. Though you desperately tried to avoid their gaze, you heard the rustle of clothes and felt the air shift as the vampire lord moved in front of you. And much to your dismay a sword.

Your spine felt like jelly, but you forced a wobbly smile as you looked up at the ridiculously good-looking vampire lord. It all clicked into place. Dammit! He deserved a good threesome. Insanely handsome vampire lords with deary castles deserve a good bang.

"Now, now, my lord," you began, your voice betraying a slight hitch. "There's no need for that. I assure you, I'm no robber." You mentally shoved aside the very inappropriate picture that had just popped into your head, desperate to stay alive.

"This is all just a…jest, you see? A silly little bet with friends. Terrible timing, I admit, and terribly sorry for the interruption. I can, of course, make myself scarce." You finished with a weak attempt at a conspiratorial wink, hoping it landed somewhere between charming and utterly insane.

You flashed a friendly smile at the, ahem, occupants of the bed, who (to their credit) did a fantastic job of conveying annoyance through sheer silence. You waved awkwardly, but they weren't having it.

"Ahem," the vampire lord cleared his throat to catch your fleeting attention. "Do you know where you stand?" He asked, his voice surprisingly weak. He sounded young...a young adult vampire? They came in all ages and formats you mused internally.

Focusing on his question, you tried to hide the relief of finding a young master instead of a slithering nasty vampire."Ah, my lord," you stammered, "we, uh, my friends and I…had no idea a vampire resided here...the cutesy garden in the back yard had us guessing this castle was looked after a kind granny."

That was not the right thing to say. Apparently, even unageing vampires were vain enough to detest being called a granny...to your credit, his white nightgown was not doing him any favors.

Alucard felt a furious blush creep up his neck. Thankfully, you seemed too terrified to meet his gaze.

The shattered window was a godsend. A distracting agent that prevented acknowledging the scene you walked in on.

He towered over you as you sat perched precariously on the windowsill, inspecting the broken glass with an unsettling focus. "Sturdy stuff," you muttered in approval, completely oblivious to the elephant in the room - or rather, the castle.

Not the damn ropes! Adrian groaned silently. He wasn't easily flustered, but this… this was pushing his limits.

Steeling yourself with the air of someone who'd made a grand decision, you rose to your feet. "My lord," you declared, "I can totally replace this glass tomorrow! No worries. Besides, who carries a purse on a ridiculous late-night dare, anyway?"

Adrian let out a sigh so deep it could rival a tectonic plate shift. Clutching his face in his hands, he squeezed his eyes shut. This, he thought hysterically, was worse than a thousand post-nut clarity moments combined. There was no way he could ever face Sumi or Taka again.

He nods. At this point, he would be better off flying away as a bat and never show up to his accursed castle ever again.

Peering out the window, you mumbled, oblivious to the tension, "Yikes, that's a drop. So, about those ropes…" A collective cringe echoed through the room, the occupants unified in their secondhand embarrassment.

"Just use the damn door!" Adrian roared, his voice cracking spectacularly mid-scream.

And thus, with a shattered window, a flustered vampire lord, and a shockingly oblivious mortal, the future of Adrian Tepes, son of Dracula, took a most unexpected turn.

[elizais]

nothing else, only you

chuuya x reader fluff/comfort warnings: ??, this is short sorry dividers by v6que

god, it had been an awful day for you. it was not just one major thing, you couldn't pinpoint one event that had solely ruined your day. the plethora of different factors that creeped into a mountain of issues towered over you like a looming, dark shadow. just one last inconvenience could push your tears over the edge of your waterline.

you wanted nothing more than to go back home, throw in some food that most certainly done nothing good for you, watch tv with chuuya and forget about this day. a day that dragged you through hell by the collar of your shirt.

opening the door, the lights were already on. chuuya was home before you, unusual yet pleasant. his keys were still on the counter so he must have just gotten back. to have a somewhat dignified ending to your day, you opened the freezer to fish out whatever you could throw into the oven and call a day.

finding something edible and tossing it in, you beelined for the bathroom to shower as it cooked. chuuya was probably in the bedroom watching tv and didn't hear you come in.

stepping out of the shower, you walked into the bedroom for your pajamas. chuuya was not there. not a big deal, exhaustion was preventing you from having a coherent chain of thought anyways. as you walked back to the kitchen, you spotted chuuya reading the back of the packaging you left on the counter with a blank face. "doll, these are 3 weeks out of date." he softly spoke, greeting you with a smile. unfortunately, that was the inconvenience that completely shattered you.

he watched your eyes become glassy as he walked over to you, taking your hands and bringing you over to the couch. did he know what had happened? no. did he know how to help you? yes. "love, this isn't about the food? is it?" he gazed gently into your eyes, figuring that your resilient nature would not falter over something so miniscule. you shook your head, a tear falling down your cheek which he was quick to wipe away.

"it's.." you began slowly, trying to gather yourself. you knew he would not judge in the slightest yet you still tried to collect your emotions a tad. "it's so silly" you explained, looking back at his patient expression.

"do i need to deal with someone?" he sternly asked, playing it off as a joke even if you both knew he would single-handedly build a planet from scratch if you even implied you wanted him to. "nobody, chuu." you smiled, finally. "just so many things happened.."

he listened to you complain as you fiddled with one of his hands, an anxious habit you must have picked up early on in your relationship.

he dabbed your face with a tissue from the box that sat politely on the coffee table, thinking carefully prior to commenting "for what it is worth, i already ordered take out." and that small sentiment brought another smile onto the face that was once surrounded by dark clouds.

as if directed to do so off stage, the doorbell rang and chuuya fetched the food as he called out "put something good on! we have the day off tomorrow!"

to chuuya nothing else existed, only you, only his love for you. will this moment be something you can laugh about in the future? definitely, but the way he can treat anything regarding you with such importance is something nobody fails to see.

[silverheartlugia2000]

DCXDP prompt

Ok, so there's plenty of Danny laying low or freaking out about the no meta rule, but I have this CRAVING of someone for once just explaining it to him? Like whoever bird or birds he's talking to just leans in and whispers "Wanna know a secret? That's mostly just a mind control precaution. I mean would you want to see Supes jacked up on fear gas? If the league do come over he prefers to be called first so he's close if something happens."   

Danny- "Oh... yeah that makes sense actually, that shit isn't fun to be under.."

"Wait is THAT why you have that string of robberies on your record?!"

"That and the time my whole town got possessed in order to make me look bad and get arrested.."

The bird then drags Danny into the cave to open Bruce's file on him, and they both sit down and fill in the gaps on the shadier spots of his record. Heck Danny eventually gives Bats a few thermoses and other less harmful but still disabling device blueprints to add to the contingency file cause even if Dan is in therapy and on probation he knows his shit luck will probably make it needed sooner rather than later and he knows how fast it will go bad.

It comes in very handy at the next gala when Vlad attempts to have a duplicate overshadow Bruce who refuses to take his business propositions. Vlad gets nosey before Danny pulls up his king rights and makes vlad take an Oath (the magic binding kind) to not mess with Bruce or his family or reveal any of their super identities to anyone at all. Constantine is there beforehand to read over the contract and outthink any loopholes before vlad can take advantage of them.

Danny gives them samples of ecto-dejecto for medical emergencies, the Bat's keep them refreshed and in stock especally after they meet Ellie and hear about her stability problems. With help from Frostbite and Danny's ok they start working on a more reliable formula just for Ellie's sake.

Yes Jason is calmer around the halfas and he is slowly stabilizing enough form a proper core from it, (not an instant fix this time!) whether hes becoming a true halfa, more towards a remnant, or both they arent sure. But one night when the phantoms arent around Jason is having a bad time, reacting from something he was hit with during a fight. Tim just grabs one of the ecto-pens on a whim and it just flushes out the toxin so fast Jay passes out. When he wakes up his core has had a good growth spurt, its still not complete yet but he's beginning to get some minor abilities, the Phantom sibs start coaching him before it gets strong enough for Jason to turn completely intangible and if Jay starts complaining? Clockwork whisks them ALL up to the tower for a home movie night of Danny's greatest fails. Grampa has a collection, good and bad XD. Yes Danny is cringing in shame while eating Clockwork's ecto cookies but Jason is slowly starting to understand the importance of getting the basics right cause he does NOT want to accidentally sink completely under the ground without being able to get back out no thank you!!

What core type would he get anyway? Shadow's like Johnny because of the stealth perks? Earth to prevent being buried again? Would he have literature as a secondary obsession cause obviously he's gonna follow Danny into the family/protection category but since Danny also has a space obsession why not?

He puts Jazz's name in the list of superhero safe therapists, the fact she's already making waves at Arkam is only boosting her reputation. Especially once they read her paper on ghost obsessions and how sometimes they are comparable to hyper-fixations in autistics in the way they both satisfy and promote healthy growth for a ghosts physical and mental state but also how being deprived of them or forced to go against them can be severely harmful to their literal health.

And that was one thing the birds kept tripping on to understand whenever they needed to bench one of the halfas but they would end up just hovering around NEEDING to be helpful no mater how much they are told to go back to bed. They also get a whole new understanding on what happened to Dan cause yeah his whole timeline is based on loosing his family and retaliating out of grief.

So from then on the halfas are allowed to help with little tasks as long as they do not strain their recovery at all. Whenever Danny gets sickly and depressed they take him up to the watch tower, Ellie gets lessons in different languages so she can interact more when they let her join them on international trips, Jason gets set loose in a newly discovered bookstore when the manor's or Bab's library isn't enough, and Dan.. they're still figuring him out but he seems to enjoy wrecking little play city set ups and games where you play as the monster like Godzilla or Rampage along with general ghost sibling rough housing. (Lilo and Stitch is his favorite movie but you'd be hard pressed to get him to admit it,)

As for ships, definitely anger management. Jason becomes an unofficial fourth Phantom sib. Platonic everlasting trio cause Danny loves his friends and they will pet him like a cat for hours while his tail coils around them possessively like a giant snake and still make memes of it when he's grumpy. Brain dead is fun also, especially if Danny or the others are capable of Little Baby Man form and Tim has to fight Damian for cuddle rights! Bats has his usual girls but hey superman isn't that bad to hang around either.

[marley-manson]

what evidence do you have that bj and hawkeye are only friends because they are "trapped in an army base" and "hawkeye doesn't have any better options"?

tbf I didn't say they're only friends because they're trapped on an army base, I said BJ only gets away with his late season shit because they're trapped on an army base. That said, I do think if they'd met anywhere else, like at a medical conference, they wouldn't have become friends, and yeah the way they clash in the later seasons, I don't think they'd stay friends if Hawkeye wasn't stuck with him.

My evidence is:

Hawkeye describing BJ as a good clean-cut family man and adding "Despite that, I really like the guy," in Our Finest Hour, indicating that on a surface level they're not that compatible. On a deeper level of incompatibility, you have episodes like Preventative Medicine where they clash on a deep ethical level and don't reconcile their points, they simply choose to drop the argument. You also have their respective attitudes to hardship as highlighted in later seasons - BJ "saves [his] pshaws for things he can do something about," and largely remains passive give or take moments of sudden lashing out (eg the end of Back Pay) when he loses his self control, while Hawkeye is always acting on his feelings as much as possible whether he can affect change or not, because it helps him not feel helpless. BJ derides and mocks this attitude (calling him crazy in Back Pay and Tell it To the Marines, calling his tongue depressor tower pointless in Depressing News, etc) and Hawkeye ignores him and does what he needs to do anyway. They do not help each other see eye to eye or meet in the middle, they simply clash and do their own thing.

More headcanony, but I also think they're incompatible emotionally, in that Hawkeye wants people to open up to him and spill their feelings, and BJ is one of the characters most allergic to doing that, and almost never supports Hawkeye when he wants to talk about his feelings (Blood and Guts, Depressing News, GFA, etc). They have a very uneven relationship where Hawkeye is BJ's emotional support whenever BJ snaps, but BJ ditches Hawkeye when Hawkeye just needs his emotional support (this is what "Would you hold me in your arms or would you let me lie there and bleed?" is about), and I think BJ tries to make up for this with big gestures, but Hawkeye is more about the day to day support and solidarity with each other.

There's also the intensity of the rebound vibe in Welcome to Korea part 1 where Hawkeye refocuses on BJ after moping about Trapper and seems to deliberately explore how compatible they can be as friends - the babysitter comment to suss out whether he'd be a partner in womanizing, his willingness to break rules and flout authority, his sense of humour. BJ passes, so Hawkeye accepts him. It feels calculated because Hawkeye needs a replacement Trapper. ("We need to get him started on his ulcer," as potential evidence of Hawkeye wanting him to be Trapper 2.0)

BJ's attitude throughout season 4, in which he stamps out his own reactions and feelings to align himself with Hawkeye. The Bus has a thread of a battle of wills between Hawkeye and BJ over whether or not to include Frank, which Hawkeye wins. In Hey Doc he also wants Hawkeye to be nicer to Frank, but in the rest of the season he's right there with Hawkeye making fun of him. In The Gun BJ stands respectfully when Margaret comes to their table and Hawkeye glares at him disapprovingly, so then BJ turns it into a joke, seemingly correcting his own behaviour.

Wheelers and Dealers characterizes BJ as resentful in a way that makes him passive aggressive, which rings very true to his character to me. In Wheelers and Dealers he bemoans being so nice and passive and lashes out. "Who cares about what they want, I'm doing what I want for a change." This obviously says that he buries parts of himself to make nice with people habitually, as part of how he interacts with people, and I think you can see him doing it with Hawkeye early on.

You also have episodes like Heroes and Stars and Stripes where BJ alternately mocks Hawkeye for getting the spotlight and lords his own spotlight over Hawkeye, because he's insecure and presumably feels overshadowed by Hawkeye.

This is all to support my take that BJ moulds himself to suit Hawkeye because they're not intrinsically all that compatible as people, and he resents being the one to do that. So later BJ lashing out with mean pranks and psychological warfare (Bottoms Up, Dear Uncle Abdul, Joker Is Wild, what feels to me like negging in No Laughing Matter, etc) and ditching/mocking Hawkeye when he's upset about something (Back Pay, Depressing News, Give Em Hell Hawkeye, Blood and Guts, etc) is a response to that resentment when he feels more secure in Hawkeye putting up with it.

I think BJ would probably mould himself to fit anyone he wants to be friends with, but I don't think if given the option, he'd choose to be friends with Hawkeye. He disapproves of several things about Hawkeye even initially - his aforementioned lack of patience with Frank, his rampant sexuality (eg he does disapprove of Hawkeye sleeping with Carlye in The More I See You, and you also have several instances of BJ making fun of Hawkeye when it comes to his attitude towards sex, eg Taking the Fifth, Inga). And I don't think Hawkeye would choose to be friends with a monogamous married suburbanite if they weren't forced together right after Hawkeye lost his last war zone bff.

My evidence for Hawkeye only putting up with BJ's late season attitude because he's trapped is that he tries to put his foot down multiple times and fails because a) the 4077 is a very small world, and b) BJ needs his emotional support in a war zone. And every time he comes back they don't address what they fought over or discuss it or reconcile it, they simply drop it because they're reliant on their friendship.

In Ain't Love Grand he sleeps in the front office but comes back to share good news with BJ and emotionally support him. In The Most Unforgettable Characters they drop the fight because it upsets Radar without addressing why they were fighting. In Picture This Margaret manipulates Hawkeye into going back to BJ by lying about BJ needing his support. In The Joker is Wild and Bottoms Up Hawkeye mildly pranks BJ back in a tag and calls them even even though he's taking a loss.

It's also worth noting that Hawkeye hates BJ's friend Leo's extremely weaponized style of pranking. He's fine with shit like exploding cigars, not fine with him getting BJ court martialed. BJ is fine with it and thinks it's funny, which strikes me as another unaddressed incompatibility that feeds into the vibe of BJ's pretty intense psychological warfare later on, which Hawkeye is generally upset by rather than seeing it as all good fun.

And in GFA they both initially intend to leave without seeing each other again, BJ trying to leave a week early despite knowing his travel orders are sus and without saying goodbye or leaving a note, and Hawkeye expecting and ecstatic to be flown home when released from the hospital only to be ordered back to the 4077 for one more week. Also in GFA Hawkeye says goodbye for good, fully expecting to never see BJ again and sad about it but accepting.

Oh also the fact that Welcome to Korea is structured as a series of horrible things happening in a war zone that bond them together through shared trauma is another piece of strong evidence for the reading that being in a warzone together and needing each others' support is why they become friends, when otherwise they might not look twice at each other.

Ultimately you can take all this stuff and also interpret it as two guys who fall in genuine love/intense friendship and put up with each other because of that, but I think there's more than enough evidence that them being trapped together in hell is a major reason they become and stay friends, and imo it's a solid reading of their relationship, and also infinitely more interesting to me.

[abitohoney]

In celebration of "use anon for shy but horny“

What r ur thoughts on AMAB!Sevika… for science. ~~dick science~~ NORMAL SCIENCE 🧪 🧬

Lol. I love you nonny. 🖤 I will say that literally the first thought that came to mind when I saw AMAB!Sevika was breeding kink. Whether or not that's a healthy or normal thought, I don't know. I'm not a psychologist. I'm just a perverted lady on the internet who is down bad for a fictional woman. Anyway, nothing but absolutely filthy thoughts below the cut. This got unsurprisingly kinda lengthy and very, very dirty…

NSFW, MDNI, Explicit

Sevika loves having any part of you touching her cock. Your warm hand wrapped so delightfully tight around her, stroking with the perfect speed and angle because you've tried so hard to learn exactly the way she likes it.

One of her favorite ways though, is you on your knees, ready and willing to take her into your mouth.

Sevika stands before you, admiring how you obediently drop to your knees without her even needing to ask. Her lips tug into a small smirk as you eagerly watch her loosen her belt and unzip her pants.

She pulls out her hardening cock, precum already dripping from the tip. That smug grin of hers pulls higher when you lick your lips hungrily.

"Such a good girl. Waiting so patiently for daddy's cock," she purrs, her human hand gently stroking her length while she caresses your cheek with the backs of her metal fingers.

She likes to tease you with it. Make you wait, or even beg for it.

Won't make you wait too long though, because she's just as eager. Eager to feel those soft lips wrap around her, that warm tongue drag along the length of her, and that wet mouth just swallow her whole.

If you're willing, she'll have you deep throating, taking her entirely.

"Move your hand," Sevika demands, but there's no malice in her words. She won't make you do something you don't want to. But you DO want to do exactly what she's requesting, so you remove the hand you'd had wrapped around the base of her cock to prevent you from taking too much. That hand joins the other to rest against her opposite thigh. Your fingers curl, gripping at the strong muscle beneath, grounding yourself as you carefully take those last inches into your mouth.

Simultaneous sighs fill the otherwise silent bedroom. Hers a deep, pleasure-fueled groan as she feels the tip hit the back of your throat. Yours a muffled, choked sob as you fight back the reflex to gag.

You peer up at Sevika's towering form through your lashes, wet with the tears of your struggle to take all of her. And as several tears finally spill over, your makeup running with it, Sevika's smirk only curls sadistically higher.

"You look so pretty like this, baby" she purrs. And oh does she love how you rub your thighs together at that praise.

She allows you a moment to slide back off and breathe. Her flesh thumb gently wipes the tears away from your burning cheeks. It's contrastingly sweet to how she drags her sharp metal fingers through your hair, the tips sinking deeper and deeper as she pulls you forward. Her restraint threatens to break when your sinfully perfect mouth fully encases her again. She bucks her hips towards the wet heat that envelopes her, the hand at the back of your head holding you in place.

You gag this time, your nails digging into her thighs and decorating her skin in little red crescents. But that little tease of pain doesn’t irritate her. In fact, it drives her crazier, damn near feral with the desire to just fuck your mouth without control.

She slowly slides back out, cock twitching when she notices how drool collects at the corners of your mouth and slowly drips down your chin and neck before disappearing between your cleavage. And it takes so damn much willpower not to just lose it right there when she sees the way your big doe-eyes glisten with tears, and the pure, unadulterated desperation to please her. It's maddening– the intoxicating mix of lust and adoration you feel for her and she for you. Her good girl.

"You're doing such a good job. Taking daddy so well." Her praise comes out low, raspy, and broken by her own overwhelming feelings- both physically and emotionally. She gently strokes your wet cheek again as she adds, "So good for me, baby."

Your soft, muffled mewl at the praise devolves into a choked cry as she bucks toward your face once more.

Even with your mouth full of her, she'll ask if you enjoy sucking her off, if you want her to cum in your mouth. She already knows the answer, but she wants to hear just how badly you want it, wants to see the way you plead with your eyes.

When she does cum in your mouth, she won't let you swallow until she sees it first.

Your knees sting from where they dig into the unforgiving hard floor. Your jaw aches from where your mouth wraps around her cock. Your chest burns from the lack of oxygen. But every bit of it is worth it. All the effort. All the time. All the pain. It's all worth that one moment.

You peer up at Sevika through your lashes. It's difficult, given how your eyes blur with unshed tears, but you continue taking her into your mouth at the pace she set, bound and determined to get her off. With one well timed jerk of her hips and drag of your lips and tongue, she finally gets there.

It's a full body response whenever you use your mouth. Her head rolls back, chest heaving. Her hips stutter and fingers tug delightfully hard at your hair. And then as warmth floods your mouth, her entire body shudders and she releases a deep, broken groan.

It takes her a moment to come down from her high, but when she finally raises her head and peers down at you through half lidded eyes, the corner of her mouth pulls right back into that sexy grin you like so much.

"Show me," she demands hoarsely as she slowly pulls out. She watches, transfixed on your mouth with a sick satisfaction as you stick your tongue out, cum dripping down your chin. Satisfied with seeing her seed filling that pretty mouth of yours, she finally nods.

You swallow it all with a pleased moan and allow her to swipe her thumb up your chin and into your mouth, getting every last drop in there.

"No wasting," she chastises.

"Thank you, daddy," you reply softly.

Your genuine appreciation is enough to have her ready to go again.

She thinks you’re as beautiful as a painting, but she still loves to use you as her canvas, painting any part of your body with her thick white ropes.

Whether you're using your mouth, your hands, or even if she's stroking herself, she'll make sure she pulls back so she can aim to cover some part of your body. Face, tits, stomach– any part of you looks so good like that– claimed as hers. Hell, she'd write her name across your body if she could.

And of course she's absolutely crazy about feeling the wet, tight heat of your cunt wrapped around her, clenching with each stroke of her cock along your walls. Loves that feeling of your walls spasming when she finally drags an orgasm from you. That alone is enough to send her over the edge with you.

Loves watching it too. Seeing how her hardened flesh disappears between your wet, swollen folds. How when she slowly slides back out she’s absolutely coated in your slick, a clear indication of just how bad you want her and how good she makes you feel.

As I said before, I don't doubt for a second she'd have a breeding kink. She just can't wait to fill you with her seed. To have you so willingly bear her children.

Also loves to just stare at it as cum seeps from your pussy after she fills it. Repeatedly. Will just keep fucking you until she's dry.

Sevika's on her third round of fucking you senseless, this time with you on top, straddling her per her request. But at this point you're too fucking spent to even push yourself up anymore. So with metal and flesh hands firmly gripping your waist, she effortlessly lifts you. Her eyes are merely tiny gray rings, pupils dilated with how utterly feral she is at the sight of all your slick and her cum seeping from your swollen cunt.

Her hips lift to meet halfway when she pulls you back down against her.

The noises that echo in the other silent room are obscene as she just pushes it all deeper and deeper with each powerful thrust. You'd be terribly embarrassed if you weren't so drunk on your own pleasure and lust.

Her eyes never leave where your bodies meet, even as she fills you for the final time that night. 

As soon as she recovers, she slowly pulls you off her, eyes widening sadistically at the sight of your thighs and her own just absolutely coated, cum dripping down her still hardened cock.

"Look at the mess you've made, baby," she husks. "I should make you lick all this clean."

[omniblades-and-stars]

kiss prompts let's see shepard/wrex and 26? :3c

Ok, you'll have to forgive me. I haven't ever written a whole lot of Wrex. I'll need to write more of him in the future so I can get his voice down better. Anyways, sure hope this doesn't suck.

From this prompt meme here.

l'appel du vide

John snapped his fingers. The padding and material of his armored gloves prevented any sound other than a muted swish to filter in through the chaos outside of the crumbling walls, but he didn't need the sound. John snapped his fingers and opened his palm up to the sky. Warmth blossomed behind his ear, accompanied by a familiar and pleasant vibration. It shot through his nerves, akin to the narcotic effect of an injection of opiates. Like the way ice burned against his skin.

This is the end, John.

Light wreathed his arm, gathering in the palm of his hand, and he released his hold on the power coursing through his body, and it petered out like a candle held up in the wind.

John snapped his fingers again.

It ends with you.

When he was younger, before the biotic amp, before he ever had aspirations of a military career, before his name had a meaning, he used a lighter.

It was always windy at the very top of the housing tower. He sat on the concrete ledge, one leg dangling over. The click of the lighter preceded the warmth of the fire as he curved his hand around the flame to keep it from going out. He snapped it shut. Open, click again. It got hotter with each time he repeated the action. The heat on the metal wheel hurt just as badly as the radiation from the little flame. The rhythm, the pain, the light even, all distracted him from the call of the void. That thrilling but unpleasant urge to simply leap from the skyscraper. To feel the rushing wind, and the way gravity would take control of his limbs. That urge, that feeling was addicting. But he didn't actually want to jump. He just needed to feel the beating of his heart and the suggestion of vertigo that came with it. Even if it made him a little sick. A little scared. The lighter just kept him from thinking about it too deeply. From deciding that the call was what he wanted after all.

The void had been calling to him again. He felt it in the heaviness of his limbs, the vertigo building in his pounding head. And even standing inside the crumbling remains of a once proud building, nowhere near the edge. He felt the urge to leap.

John snapped his fingers again.

There will be nothing left of you when this over.

"Is it all humans who can't stand to sit still, or just you?" Wrex boomed as he climbed the rubble that served as a ramp. He laughed as he walked, a deep rumble that permeated the atmosphere with warmth.

It was a comfortable warmth. Like sitting close to a hearth fire or sipping from a cup of coffee on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Neither experience John was overly familiar with. But that rich and bassy expression of joy was just as good. Better even.

John smiled and snapped his fingers again. "All humans are exactly the same, thought you knew that."

It was an old joke of theirs. Borne of both of them saying some idiot thing about "I thought the krogan all thought blank" or "you humans talk too much". Good for both of them then that they had a sense of humor. You needed a sense of humor to get by, especially when you were dealing with an alien who could have been compared to a small mountain if one was feeling generous.

Or plain exxagerative.

Wrex clapped John on the back hard before snatching him by the shoulder and pulling him into a bone crushing hug. It was not hyperbolic to say that it did feel like he was being embraced by a mountain. "What took you so long getting here? I was starting to think I was going to have to kick the Reapers off Earth myself. Show all your Alliance types how the krogan win a war."

"And let you get all the glory?" John gasped as his lungs desperately tried to pull more air in. "Your head's already big enough, I don't think the galaxy could manage you on that kind of ego trip."

"Ha! It can hardly manage me now!" Wrex boasted and released Shepard from the crushing strength of his affection.

"Kind of proving my point there, big guy." John shook his head.

There was more he wanted to say. Words that pushed urgently against the constriction forming in his throat. But he'd never been good at speaking his most closely held truths. Especially the ones that hurt.

John snapped his fingers.

John, you know what needs to be done.

Wrex narrowed his eyes at him. Carefully appraising Shepard in that calm way that proved that he wasn't just a hotheaded jackass. The krogan was too insightful for John's own good. "What's on your mind, Shepard? Other than my rugged good looks, I mean."

That was one of the things John loved about this krogan in particular. Wrex knew how to soften the "get out of your own stupid head for a second" with a joke. Something that allowed John the fiction that the words he said next were just a part of their casual banter and not the scabs that covered the festering ooze beneath.

John sighed and leaned against Wrex's great armored chest, pressing his cheek against the plate to try to hear the great hearts beating underneath. "Just trying to prepare myself to hit that beam. Getting sucked up into lower orbit by Reaper technology isn't exactly my idea of a good time."

"Don't tell me you're afraid of heights."

John flicked the lighter and looked down as he stood on the ledge. You weren't supposed to look down. But he didn't feel the vertigo. Didn't feel the fear of the call. Finch was pissed. It had been a stupid fight. A stupid fuck up. But he wasn't ready to apologize. John felt on the outside again. He didn't belong with the Reds, not really. But he didn’t have anywhere else he belonged. He flicked the lighter again despite the blister forming on his thumb. He stepped back from the ledge. Johnny what are you doing? You have to take control of your life.

John huffed, "Not afraid enough, I think." Not afraid of heights. Not afraid of dying. He'd already done it once, what was one more time anyways?

Nah, he was only afraid of one thing.

He snapped his fingers.

There's no coming back once you step from the brink.

Silence stretched out between them as Wrex waited patiently for John to explain himself. Instead, John curled his fingers over the rim of Wrex's armor and lifted himself onto the tips of his toes to press a kiss against the krogran's rough hide. It was warm and leathery, textured and a little rough, but softer than John had expected the first time he'd kissed him. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"Having a hard time coming up with something you should be apologizing for," Wrex answered quietly, worried. John hated when the krogan sounded worried.

Wrex had two hearts though. If one stopped beating because of him, he could go on.

John snapped his fingers.

You have to take control, Johnny.

"Just in case I don't come back."

[jinx-xxed]

Repairs

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A/N; Something short and simple since I’m very low on time and energy sorry y’all 🙏

Part of Written in the Stars

Summary; You decide to do Kylo Ren a favor. Surely he’d be appreciative like a normal person?

Content; Commander Kylo Ren, General reader, Kylo POV second half, reader is also a mechanic, repairing Kylo’s Silencer, there’s unresolved tension, he doesn’t know how to say thanks, pre-TFA, life in the First Order

Wc; 1.4k

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If anyone were to enter Hangar Five in the Star Killer Base, they’d be met with an unusual sight—a high ranking general repairing the TIE Silencer belonging to the Commander of the First Order.

You hum to yourself as sparks fly in front of your face, bobbing your head along to the music blasting in your ears while you weld two pieces of metal together. Normally, fixing up ships is not in your job description, but you make some exceptions. Like how you’re usually the one fixing up your Silencer, untrusting of some of the engineers positioned on the base. They’ve screwed up enough stuff in the past, something you’re still trying to prevent by pushing for better training and hiring processes. Unfortunately, your complaints haven’t been properly heard, despite the fact it’d be good for every damn person here. Funds are instead being shoveled towards fruitless expeditions and also the very base you sit in.

So that’s why you’ve taken it upon yourself to repair Ren’s Silencer after he brought it back in shambles. You’ve worked on your own Silencer for years, giving it enough improvements that it’s practically a completely different model than when it started, with upgrades no other ship has seen before. It’s resulted in you getting offered engineering positions more than a few times, usually by people who just want you out of the way as a general. If you’re a measly engineer, that means they could boss you around, make a fool out of you. Too bad for them, you’re perfectly content where you are.

Anyways, since you and Ren have the same model, you figure it’s logical for you to work on his. He can consider himself lucky that you’re so generous with your time, especially after he left the poor ship in such a mess.

Some engineers linger around your workspace, wondering if they should step in, tell you to back off and stop taking their jobs, or try and offer you assistance. You denied when a few had tried helping you before, knowing they’d just get in the way and clutter your area. The only assistant you ever need when you’re working on projects like this is BB-12, the trusty droid knowing exactly what you need and when you need it, and having a damages report ready for you that’s far more detailed than anything you could find on the data pads.

You don’t notice the way the engineers behind you suddenly scatter, far too engrossed in the reconfiguration of a wing plate and the damn good music dancing in your ears. Well, until one of the earbuds is pulled out and a familiar, heavy and mechanical voice is calling your name in a commanding fashion. You straighten, pausing the music and pulling your goggles up onto your head, squinting at the sudden fluorescent light that floods your eyes. You look up and see Kylo towering over you, helmet on so you don’t see his face, but you know he’s looking at you with scrutiny.

You retaliate with a look of irritation. “Do you need something, Commander? I’m kinda-“

He cuts through your words. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Your brows furrow as you look between him and his ship, as if explaining it with your eyes. “Repairs…? I thought that’d be obvious-“

“You are aware this is my ship, correct?” He demands. You see the way his fists are clenched. Always so uptight.

“Yes, Commander, I’m not blind. Your Silencer needed repairs so I’m repairing it.” You snap back. You huff and try to return to your work, but his gloved hand grabs your wrist, stopping you mid motion. Your eyes fly to the visor in that stupid helmet, glaring fiercely.

His grip is annoyingly harsh, fingers digging into the skin of your arm. “And why are you the one doing that? We have actual engineers for a reason.”

You shake him off, coming dangerously close to baring your teeth. “Unfortunately, many of the engineers here are ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of a model like this one. And maybe if someone was more careful with his things, it wouldn’t need such extensive repairs done by an expert.” You hiss. BB-12 hands you one of your tools when you hold your hand out. “Surely you see how this is a good thing for you, I’m doing you a damn favor. You know my Silencer is one of the more impressive things in this place, and that’s all because of the work I did on it. What, do you think I’m going to make your ship explode or something?”

His response is instant. “Yes.”

You scoff, shaking your head. “You’re fucking unbelievable. If anything, it’d explode because of some bumbling engineer treating your Silencer as a first-day experiment and accidentally wiring the gun system to the fucking wing controls.” You say, snapping your goggles back over your eyes. “Now can I continue working or do you actually want that to happen?”

You see his jaw shift, undoubtedly from him gritting his teeth together, and you hear the creak of his leather gloves. He’s pissed and you have to struggle to hold back your smirk of joy. Then he’s suddenly leaning in, cold metal of his mask just an inch too close for comfort. “Go ahead, general, but know that if I discover you’ve messed up my Silencer in any way, I’ll have you thrown out into the snow to freeze.” His voice is like a growl through that modifier within the helmet, crackling with his anger.

You don’t react, face entirely neutral. Most would cower in fear at the big-bad Commander snapping at them like this but he’s done it enough times to you that you can’t bring yourself to care even the slightest bit. “Heard loud and clear, sir.” You respond, and he backs off. You hold each other’s glares for a second longer before he turns on his heel and storms off in a flurry of black robes.

You shake your head, finally able to focus back on the task at hand. “The nerve of some guys, right, BB?” You say to your companion sitting dutifully at your side. He chirps in agreement. You then chuckle to yourself as you think of something. “Maybe I should request to get paid more for this in my next check. I could always go for another couple hundred credits, don’t you think?” He beeps again, rolling back and forth in his own way of agreement.

You sigh. “Ah, probably best not to. If anything, Ren would just dock my pay for even suggesting it.” You shake your head again before finally putting your earbuds back in, making sure your gloves are tight over your hands, and getting back to work.

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It’s about a week after that incident when Kylo has to at last pilot his Silencer again. There was a group of rouges spotted towards the edge of the base, encroaching on First Order territory, so he’s decided he’ll take a group out himself to handle it.

His black and red Silencer sits waiting in the hangar, repaired to perfect condition, looking brand new. There’s a part of him that’s hesitant about getting inside, that still doubts the general didn’t do something to it that would result in a system failure and his death. He wouldn’t put it past her, even despite them somehow getting back onto “agreeable” terms.

He swings himself into the cockpit. After all, how would it make him look if he was scared of his own damn ship? He settles into the pilot seat, which had to be refitted for a new cover after the old one got slashed through. Everything feels the same, nothing’s flashing, and he doesn’t smell any smoke as the Silencer roars to life. Seems good enough. He takes hold of the controls, easing out of the hangar with a small squadron of other TIEs following suit.

As he blasts into the sky, maneuvering around obstacles and firing on his opponents, he finds that somehow the Silencer glides smoother, fires faster. He didn’t even know that was possible. The twists and turns and flips feel truly effortless, the canons firing at a better capacity and with more ferocity.

His jaw tightens beneath his helmet. Oh, he fucking hates when she’s right.

[where-is-caithe]

So, good news for WvW reward tracks and Roaming Vs Zergs. You will get the same amount of reward track progress with either or those, because you only get reward track progress at a flat rate based on participation every tick (and also instant reward track progress when you get skirmish chests..which are also rewarded from a base rate you get every tick) (For reference, a tick is every 5 minutes in WvW where some amount of score is counted) The thing that can make roaming slightly harder is maintaining full participation, but honestly I haven't found many problems with it when I roam. To maintain tier 6 participation you just need to basically do events or capture/kill things in WvW, it's only there to really prevent you from being Afk to some degree (there is a full table on participation on the Wiki for WvW reward tracks) So what do you do when you roam? Well it really depends on what kind of player you are, there's some roamers who mostly look for enemies and do PvP to maintain participation, there's other roamers (myself included) that like to focus more on capturing things such as camps or sentry points. If you have a few others with you, or are feeling ambitious in your PvE skills, you can also attempt to capture larger things like towers and keeps using siege, it doesn't always work, but it will distract enemy zergs if not. (Also there is no feeling more powerful than solo taking an enemy keep)

Overall the biggest barrier to getting Gifts of Battle is time since points are rewarded every 5-minute tick. That's why good to make sure to always upkeep a bit of boosters (Celebration boosters, exp ones, some guilds also have WvW reward track boost drinks at the tavern) Anyways I hope this wasn't too much of a ramble, but I know a lot of people struggle with WvW and wanted to help. Good luck on your journey! :D <3

no that was actually really helpful. I thought that getting participation from roaming was only from killing enemy players so that makes this much easier for me, not that I mind the pvp aspect since I've done a bit of it anyways, but the pressure is lessened. thank you for this I feel more confident going into it.